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| Topic Started: Nov 14 2012, 12:49 AM (794 Views) | |
| Daiohma | Dec 3 2012, 11:08 PM Post #11 |
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The Ice Fang
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Ned shook his head from it's unwelcome collision against the old man as Annie preceded to sit on the two of them. As she started to yell out to a passing waiter for a drink Ned could not help but notice he had been demoted to an office chair for the young girl. ''Improper use of office equipment!'' Ned yelled as as he pushed himself up from the ground, knocking Annie almost over as he stood up. Without hesitation he reached for the nearest chair and swung it at the girl, smashing it across her back. Luckily for her it was only one of the plastic chairs but that did not stop it from shattering and Ned found himself holding only two of the legs after his attack. He dropped them at his feet and in doing so spotted Viktor who like himself Annie was using as her own personal chair. By now Ned had grown tired of the old man's feeble attempts to hurt him and picked him up by the scruff of his neck. ''She offered you a drink!'' Ned said as his hand swung out, grabbing a near by glass from a table. It was still full and most likely because they had all interrupted what would of been a nice meal for whoever was once seated at the table. Without warning Ned smashed the glass into the old man's face, shattering it against his nose. ''So, the drinks are on you.'' Ned chucked to himself as he took a quick look out of the corner of his eyes. Colman grinned as he spotted a fully set table complete with chairs and a hot meal that had not yet had the pleasure of being involved in their fight. Ned turned Viktor around and gabbed him around the shoulders with his hands, ''Let's go you old geezer.'' Ned lifted the old man up and started to rush towards the set table with him out in front. Only a few meters from his target Ned jumped onto an empty table and used it to launch himself into the air with Viktor still in grasp. With a twist he positioned Viktor upside down and below him, ''Special delivery, we're smashing out prices!'' Ned came down on the set table, smashing Viktor head first into the set meal. As Colman stood up he started to calm himself a little, looking at the damage he had done. With a hand against his head he started to wonder if he himself was ok or if something he had ordered before caused him to feel odd. Ned made his way across the patio and found himself a chair to sit down on while waiting for his break to be over, yet on his way he saw Annie again. ''You still need to sign for that!'' Ned pointed to the mess on the ground that was once her parcel. Edited by Daiohma, Dec 3 2012, 11:09 PM.
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| The Karlminion | Dec 3 2012, 11:43 PM Post #12 |
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180-proof Redneck
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Too damn old. Too damn much to drink. Too damn many knocks to the head... One minute he'd been about to disembowel Ned, the next he was bowled over and that same harridan from before was about to kick his boys in! "Stop," he wheezed, trying to kick Annie off of him before she could strike, but too late; the lancing spear of pain smacked into his gut like a battlecruiser, the maddening potion insufficient to stave off such brutality to the old man's body. He made a keening noise and grabbed for his goods, hence was unprepared for the devastating blows to his head that Annie in her madness had to inflict upon him. "Please... enough..." Viktor coughed, the world spinning around him, his guts churning alarmingly as he struggled to get to his feet, to no avail of course. He was in no shape to fight back against Ned's glass, he could only clutch his nose and groan pitifully; the potion tried it hardest, but the old man was abruptly feeling his age, not to mention the concussion that had the world a-whirl about his head, and his abused body would not respond properly to its urgings. All he could manage, by way of a counter, was to throw up all over Ned's front, spewing out the undigested remnants of that damnable potion, the cold-cut fish he'd eaten before, and the sip of wine he'd managed amidst all the chaos. A pitiful lunch to be sure, but there you were. The flying attack was the last straw, and he could only lay groaning on the floor as Ned moved away. "Damn it... can't die... here..." he moaned, his body wracked with pain and dizziness, surging dry heaves emptying his stomach of every last bit of stuff. Now that he'd thrown up the spiked drink he was free to enjoy all the pangs and spears of misery, and the world still wouldn't slow down! "Help... me..." he whispered, crawling along with his hands. His legs were unresponsive; no doubt something had disrupted a connection somewhere, and his primary means of unarmed offense was now so much dead weight. All he could do was crawl behind a table, curl up with his head in his arms, and desperately pray to the Moons that when they got around to killing him, they'd do it quickly. At least then he wouldn't be so miserable. "Never... taking strange wine.... from strange men... again...!" His legs, they had Green Moonstones in them; if he could activate them he could get some functionality back and ease all the aches and pains, maybe try for an escape out of this hellhole. So he fumbled for the buttons beneath his coat, tried to remember the codes that turned off the failsafes, and clutched at his head in a vain attempt to make it stop spinning. Come on... come on...! Where in blazes are you?! The world began to turn black at the edges, and his fumbling became frantic; if he passed out now he'd never get out, he'd die here and no one would ever note his passing! He couldn't die like this, he was Viktor von Stalsmark and the world had yet to remember who he was! ...but it was no use. He was just too. Damn. Old. Edited by The Karlminion, Dec 4 2012, 12:19 AM.
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| Jet Blackbeard | Dec 5 2012, 01:04 AM Post #13 |
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Annie was making herself comfortable sitting on top of Ned and Viktor while she waited for her drink to arrive. But before she could even lure the waiter close enough to snatch one from his tray the burly delivery man sat up, spilling her onto the patio floor. Annie had barely gotten back to her feet when he swung a chair into her back. The chair Ned wielded was made of plastic so it didn't strike with as much of an impact as the wooden one she'd clobbered Viktor with earlier. It was more flexible however and had been swung with such force that Annie was sent stumbling across the floor. "Nyaaah!" Annie yelped as she tripped over her own feet and fell. Fortunately she was able to reach out and grab hold of a table and stay on her feet. Unfortunately her extra weight on one end was enough to turn it over, dropping Annie to the floor anyway. Worst still there was a huge bowl full of fruit punch sitting on top of the table. Its contents wound up being poured out all over Annie's head. Annie rose from the floor, trembling with rage and wearing the bowl like a helmet. "Punch? You want punch buster?" She growled at Ned as she dashed the bowl to the ground. "I'll give you a PUNCH!" While Ned was in the process of giving Viktor a pile-driver Annie was dashing towards him yet again. She wasn't nearly as strong or as sturdy as the big man but Annie knew that if she put enough momentum behind her attacks she could still take him off his feet. "Here's an eyeful for ya snacky!" Annie screamed. She ran up behind Ned and, using a vacant chair as a stepping stone, leapt into the air just as he was turning in her direction. Annie had just enough modesty to brush her skirt down before she landed on top of Ned's shoulders. She straddled his head and began raining hammer-like punches down on top of it. "Gonna beat ya like a tent stake ya candy-ass nut hugger!" Annie yelled right in his face. Ned tottered backwards under the assault and finally fell over with Annie still sitting astride his shoulders. Both of them went down but this time Annie had enough common sense to get off of Ned before he bowled her over again. Annie rolled free of Ned and came up on her feet a few steps away. She held her small fists up and started bouncing up and down on her heels. "Yeah, I'm gonna bust you up good Jack." Annie snorted. "Then I'm gonna lock all the doors and whoop everybody out here!" In the background the diners who had yet to flee the area cringed in terror. |
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| Daiohma | Dec 7 2012, 10:29 PM Post #14 |
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The Ice Fang
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As Ned waited for the girls response he felt the urge to raise his fists, something that has never come over him before in his line of work when delivering a single small package. Unknown to him it was in fact the last of the drink in his system still effecting him. However even under the influence of the drink he was not expecting the small girl to charge at him without hesitation. "Here's an eyeful for ya snacky!" Annie screamed at Ned as she ran up and got behind him. then before he knew what she was planning he once again found her on top of his shoulders. Concerned with not being used as a chair once more by the girl Ned lost his balance and toppled over backwards, almost falling on top of the small girl if it wasn't for her quick reaction to move out from under his large frame. The Regal Co worker knew he could not spend any time down and out while Annie was around after his first hand experience with the girl and quickly got up onto one knee. "Yeah, I'm gonna bust you up good Jack." As he got up he was met with Annie bouncing back and forth with her fist up ready for a fight. "Then I'm gonna lock all the doors and whoop everybody out here!" She went on, causing the remaining guests to panic. ''Jack!?'' Ned stood up as one of his eyes started to twitch. Annie's remark of calling him Jack was probably just her way of talking to people but while under the influence of the strange drink everything to Ned was amplified and personal. As his left hand shook violently into a fist his index finger on his right hand slowly moved over and pointed directly at his name badge. ''It's Ned!'' He roared at Annie, ''I don't wear this for fun you know!'' By now both hands were fists and he was only too happy to agree to Annie's challenge of a fist fight. Like a wild beast Ned charged at Annie, knocking over a nearby table on his way. He lashed out and took several swings at the small girl, who unlike himself was much faster on her feet. Annoyed that things where not going his way Ned reached behind his back, taking out his clipboard and with one quick swing of his arm smashed it against Annie's back. She toppled over and no sooner as her hands hit the ground the clipboard was right by the side of her face, only inches away. ''I need you to sign!!'' Ned yelled at her, trying to hold back the rage inside that the drink was causing him. |
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| The Karlminion | Dec 12 2012, 12:32 AM Post #15 |
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180-proof Redneck
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Viktor swam in and out of consciousness for some moments, vaguely aware of the chaos around him as a nondescript blur. "Ngh," he muttered at one point, feebly grasping for his tools, but to no avail; he was simply too weak, too old, to go on any further without help. Fortunately, help of a sort was on its way! Dimly he registered footsteps, the placement of objects near his head, an indistinct voice muttering "Curia" just before a brief wave of relief washed over him. Now awake and with a clearer head he looked up, seeing a silver platter with the following objects: a pair of Sacres crystals, a clear goblet of purple-red stuff, and a fancy gilt card with Compliments of the house! written smarmily across it. Without thinking too deeply into it he grabbed one of the crystals and crushed it against his chest, sighing in vast relief as the magic took hold, healing his major ills and at last allowing him to sit up all the way. "Compliments my ass," the inventor muttered, taking the second crystal and smashing it on his legs; not as effective as proper repairs and maintenance, but he perhaps didn't have time to do more than tighten some screws and ensure the major connections were intact. He had to get back into the fight, after all. "A bit of this and that," he sang to himself as he went over his legs, tightening screws and checking the conduits. All was in readiness; maybe the previous malfunction had only been in his head? Well, whatever. "And a drop on me ol' hat." With a groaning sigh he stood up, flexing and stretching each appendage in turn, then knelt for the goblet and swallowed half of its contents; no sense getting sloshed in the midst of a melee, after all. As before, rational thought was subsumed beneath a tide of murderous madness, and he saw the old delivery boy smashing a clipboard against the girl's back. "Boys shouldn't hit girls!" Viktor yelled, casting his glance about. He saw a steak knife and seized it, running for Ned's back and raising the utensil high. With a yell he plunged down, scoring a long cut into the man's shoulder. "Fight like a gentleman!" the old engineer went on, kicking Ned to the side with a clawed foot to his head. "And clean yourself up! You're covered in spew!" Now he stood over Annie, and before she could react he brought his foot up and brutally stomped down on her stomach. "Doctor's orders! Purging for all patients!" the cyborg declared menacingly, raising his foot to stomp her again. All they needed now was some good fight music, perhaps a brass band to come through blaring at all hands. Why, if that happened Viktor could murder one of the tuba players and then they'd best watch their backs! Brass all up in here! ...or maybe a clarinet? Better for stabbing, definitely... Edited by The Karlminion, Dec 12 2012, 12:34 AM.
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| Jet Blackbeard | Dec 16 2012, 05:02 PM Post #16 |
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Annie grinned like a mule eating briers as she dodged a flurry of punches thrown by the larger, stronger Ned. She fired back with a few of her own aimed at his ribs but her small fists didn't seem to have much of an effect on the irate deliveryman. For a few moments the two were at a stalemate.... Until Annie's left foot slid out from beneath her. "Oh sh~" Was all she managed to blurt out before one of Ned's beefy fists smashed into the side of her face and sent her reeling. Annie felt her ears ringing from the impact but managed through some miracle to remain conscious. While she was stumbling her foot once again struck the object that had tripped her up. She noted with distaste that it was one of the rocks from the box Ned had delivered to her earlier. "Karma..." Annie sighed. And that was when Ned bashed her between the shoulders with his clipboard. Annie went down like a sack of potatoes. No sooner had she hit the floor than Ned shoved that damn clipboard in her face. "I need you to sign!" The out-of-control deliveryman screamed down at her. "A..lright, damn it!" Annie groaned. She held out a shaky hand for a pen and then scribbled feebly upon the paper attached to the clipboard. If Ned found any satisfaction in her actions it would be short-lived though. For when he looked at what she'd written he would see that it read "BITE ME!" in large bold letters. About then Viktor returned to the fray and knocked Ned aside. Annie took advantage of the distraction by rolling onto her back and taking a moment to collect her wits. She had a splitting headache after Ned's stiff-armed punch and it seemed to be resonating with a dozen lesser injuries she'd sustained during the donnybrook earlier. All in all she felt like Death sitting on a toilet. "Doctor's orders! Purging for all patients!" Viktor's arrival signaled the end of Annie's break. She felt her gorge rise as his metallic foot came down hard on her stomach. Annie sat up gasping for air and debating whether or not to puke on herself. Viktor's foot rose to stomp her again. This time Annie was prepared to counter the incoming attack. "I order the doctor to kiss my LILY WHITE ASS!" She yelled hoarsely as her hands came up to grab Viktor's foot before it could descend. Annie gave the mechanical appendage a hard shove in an attempt to topple the crazy old man. At the same time her foot lashed out, pushing Viktor's opposite leg out from beneath him. As Viktor fell onto his back Annie scrambled to her feet. No sooner had the crazy old scientist hit the hard cobblestones than her foot slammed down painfully across his wrist. Her hand darted down to tear the knife out of his sweaty grasp. "The only reason I'm not guttin' you like a fish about now is that I don't want any of your weird stonk on my pretty dress, ya old buzzard!" Annie growled, menacing Viktor with the blade for a moment before something else put demands on her short attention span. A short distance away Ned was also rising to his feet. That damnable clipboard was still in his hand, just hanging out there like a target. Annie smirked as she flipped the knife into the air and caught it by the tip of its blade. "Signed, sealed and DELIVERED suck-ass!" She yelled, lobbing the knife towards Ned. The blade flew arrow-straight across the divide to strike the clipboard, yanking it out of Ned's hand before continuing along its flight path. The blade struck the wall, embedding itself in the mortar and pinning the clipboard in place like a mayfly in a child's bug collection. At the same time a frightened nobleman standing against the wall quietly whimpered as he wet his pants. The blade had missed his head by mere inches. "Aw, hell yeah!" Annie pumped her fist in the air. She was pleasantly surprised by her accuracy with a weapon other than a gun. But patting herself on the back would have to wait. She had ass to pat with the business-end of her boot right now. "Now I got a rush order for you bub!" Annie screamed. She started towards Ned again but forgot about Viktor lying at her feet. She accidentally kicked him in the head, tripping herself in the process. But Annie's fall to the cobblestones did not deter her attempt to reach Ned one bit. She scuttled across the ground like a homicidal infant and latched onto his leg. "Mmmarrrffff!" Annie growled as she wrapped her arms and legs around Ned's ankle and sank her teeth into his flesh. "Maaarfffeeeraaargghhaaabbble!" She yelled. But whatever insult she was directing at him was muffled by a mouthful of purple fabric. (OOC - This is the final round of this event's first stage. My next post will move us into the second stage and introduce some new opponents.) |
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| Daiohma | Dec 18 2012, 12:07 PM Post #17 |
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The Ice Fang
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Only moments after Ned had hit Annie to one side the old man yelled at him for hitting a girl before putting a knife into his shoulder. Ned went down but could not help grinning to himself at the old fool as he himself then started bashing his metal foot down against Annie. ''Hypocritical old fool.'' Ned said, Having been told by Viktor not to attack a girl only to do so himself. He twitched his shoulder as the cut was not as bad as he first thought, yet the kick to the head did leave a pain. Either way his part in this fight was over as far as he was concerned. After a quick brush down of his suit he reached down and picked up his clipboard. ''Let's see.'' He said to himself as he held up the clipboard and checked where Annie had signed. ''Bite me?'' His eye widen in rage as Annie's message was all his body needed to use up the last of the drink's effect. As he slowly lowered his arm a well timed knife throw by the girl took the clipboard from his grasp and pinned it to the nearby wall. Normally he would of been impressed by the throw but his eyes where bloodshot with rage towards Annie for making a mockery of Regal Co. Before he could unleash his anger Annie made a dash towards him and latched onto his leg, biting into it while trying to insult him. Her words where muffled but he could imagine what she was saying. ''You little brat!'' Ned yelled has he reached down and took a hold of the girl. He tore her away from his leg, taking a rip out of his uniform with her. ''My patients has expired!'' Ned tossed Annie like a rag doll towards a table which she crashed into backwards. No sooner as Ned has let go of her he chased after Annie grabbing anything along the way to smash into her. However the only thing along the way was something metal sticking up from the ground. Without looking Ned grabbed one of Viktor's legs and flung the old man like a club, landing him almost on top of Annie. He missed a direct hit but Viktor's other leg hit against her side. With his hand still grasping the old man's leg he raised him once more but this time realized who he was holding. With his head still hurting from the kick he gave him earlier Ned did not think twice before swinging Viktor around and letting go of his leg. The old man flew across the patio and crashed into a set of wooden chairs. ''Now then!'' Ned said as he looked at Annie. His finger pointed at a few of the rocks not far from where he was standing, the items that he had delivered to her. ''I need you too.....'' Ned turned to look at his clipboard which was pinned against the wall. Suddenly after seeing the clipboard hanging there he seemed to clam down. ''Oh, I see.'' He said as he turned back to the girl. ''Well have a nice day now.'' Ned tipped his hat and walked away from Annie to collect his clipboard. The knife she had thrown had landed where a signature was needed, and in Ned's line of work there had been many a pirate who had used this as a method of signing in order to not leave a traceable signature, which over time the Regal Co had come to accept from pirate. Seeing this seemed to of effected the drink and used up what was left of it. Still he felt angry and somewhat raged, but he sat himself down and ordered a small bite to eat just to see if that would take away the last of his rage. At first the closest waiter did not want to approch him as he kept his eyes not only on Ned but the two others who where still at it. ''Worst delivery ever.'' He muttered to himself as he put his clipboard away. ''How can this day get any worse?'' Edited by Daiohma, Dec 18 2012, 12:08 PM.
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| The Karlminion | Dec 25 2012, 04:47 AM Post #18 |
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Viktor was certainly getting tired of being thrown about; he was fragile, dammit, a rusty old man who couldn't harm a fly! Not some club to be swung! Everything was just a blur while the spiked wine had its claws in his head, no way to tell who had him or how they were abusing his finely-tuned legs. His legs! By the Moons, people had no sense of craftsmanship or engineering! At the moment he seemed to be sprawled amidst the wreckage of some chairs, after they'd tripped him and kicked him in the head and thrown him about like a ragdoll. Sitting up he saw Ned sitting down like this was a Sunday luncheon and Annie lying on a table, apparently another victim of that tosser. It was time to end this. With a kick Viktor was on his feet once more, and he stalked across to clap Annie across the head and seize her by the neck before she could recover from Ned's tossing. "Little girls shouldn't play with the grownups," he sang, dragging her across the room by her throat. "Or they'll get stomped on and left behind! In the dust! Not even moonstone dust either, but nasty dirty dust that gets up inside where it's tender and just makes a mess of things!" He realized the metaphor had got away from him, but didn't much care. "And now, little girl," and he hauled her up, shifting his grip as he did so for better traction, "time for a facial! Little girls like facials, right?" There was a window in front of them, which he kicked a few times until it splintered and cracked, then he drew Annie back and slammed her into it head-first. He would have gone on like that until the window was broken completely and Annie was bleeding to death from the glass in her face and neck, but Viktor chose that moment to look over at Ned again... and got a much, much better idea. "Change of plans, little girl," he declared, turning away from the window and dragging her along once again. The old courier had seated himself with his back to them, and just overhead was a glass chandelier! Not the largest ever made, not made of metal that could fall and squish and flatten, but glass could still shatter and cut and it was probably still a bit weighty. Plus it was held by a rope! Ropes could be untied! Unlike chains which had to be shattered which took time he didn't have. He took up a bottle of loqua, went up behind Ned and smashed it hard across the back of his head; the courier would need a bath after all this was done, what with the loqua and the vomit he was covered in. With Ned tended to he tossed Annie onto the table as well, landing partly atop Ned by coincidence. "Down all the days," Viktor sang to himself as he went for the wall-mounted bracket that the rope was tied to, "the tap-tap-tapping of the typewriter pays. The gentle rattling of the- wait, what were those words?" But he forgot his predicament once faced with the knot; it was a tricky knot, of course, not for undoing in an instant, and every moment he stood here dithering was a moment the other two could wake up and see what was happening and then the jig would be up! Again! "Why'd they have to disarm me," he groused, admitting defeat by the knot. Abruptly he got the most brilliant idea; acting on it immediately he grabbed the rope and pulled himself up, using his hands and feet and inching along like a worm until he reached the chandelier itself. As predicted the rope could bear the weight of the fixture, but not two-hundred-thirty additional pounds of man and steel; he barely had time to position himself before the pulley creaked and the rope, already somewhat frayed from rubbing on it, snapped with a twang, sending Viktor and the fragile chandelier plummeting downward for the other two and the table! "Look out below!" the old man couldn't help but yell, delighted with his own cunning. Edited by The Karlminion, Dec 25 2012, 04:56 AM.
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| Jet Blackbeard | Dec 26 2012, 08:40 PM Post #19 |
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After she latched onto Ned's leg Annie lost track of what was going on and spent the next few moments in La-La Land. She remembered being thrown onto another table but when Viktor dropped down on top of her Annie's head started to swim. She was only half conscious when Viktor dragged her across the patio and smashed her head into the window. Then she was being thrown down on top of yet another table, this time landing on top of Ned. It was in those few peaceful moments that Annie began to regain her senses. "Uhhh...sonuva..." She moaned, unable to do more than shift her weight off of whatever it was that was jabbing her in the ribs. Or perhaps that particular pain was coming from the bruise she'd received when Viktor's leg had struck her earlier. Annie didn't really know. She just hurt all over right now and.... "Look out below!" Annie's eyes fluttered open just as Viktor came crashing down, riding the chandelier like some dire steed straight out of the gates of Hell. "Oh..shiii." Annie grunted. She put forth a Herculean effort to shift her weight again, this time enough to roll off of the table. As Viktor plummeted down atop it she crawled feebly across the floor in search of a good place to collapse. During her trek across the dining room floor Annie's fingers brushed up against something smooth and cool to the touch. She squinted down at it and saw that it was a crystal goblet full of the same reddish-purple concoction she'd imbibed earlier in the day. Without giving it a second thought Annie snatched up the glass and downed its contents in one gulp. She'd worked up one Hell of a thirst and Ned had screwed up her last attempt to wet her whistle. The fiery liquid burned all the way down her throat to light a fire in her belly. Feeling suddenly rejuvenated and even more pissed off then before Annie rose to her feet and spun around to face the two men who had been giving her Hell all day. "That's it! I've had enough of this happy horse-@#$&!" Annie screamed at Ned and Viktor. "Time to take this mutha home to roost bitches!" Annie reached down and raised the hem of her skirt, revealing her silky white stocking and panties. Her other hand slid down into the latter and, to anyone who was watching, it would have seemed as if she were about to put on an erotic show of exhibition for them. But they'd all be wrong. When Annie's hand emerged from her undergarments she was clutching something that wasn't attractive at all. It was an object that she'd kept hidden there in the one place that no one would have ever dared to search. It was a small object, all wooden stock and iron barrel, the back-up for her back-up only to be used in a case of dire emergency. It was a gun. ~ "Oh my." The man in black gasped from his position at the back of the room. He'd been observing the brawl this whole time, giving the fighters a nudge here and there to keep it going. But now it seemed as if it was about to come to a premature end. "That's...against the rules." But at that exact moment the front doors to the dining hall were thrown wide open and a crowd of men were ushered through. "That's them! They're the one's I called you about!" Said a man dressed in noble finery. He was obviously an employee of the club. The men he was addressing were all dressed in blue uniforms with white caps on their heads. They numbered around a dozen or so, each armed with a wooden cudgel. These men were most likely a security force employed by the club as well. "Don't worry sir." One of the guards, a fellow with a golden badge pinned to his cap, assured the nobleman. "We'll haul the three of them off, no problem." "Just be quick about it" The nobleman squealed. "They're scaring off all of our guests!" A short distance away the man in black hid a smirk behind a glass of expensive champagne. "Looks like the cavalry has arrived. This should be interesting." ~ Annie brandished her tiny pistol and everyone tensed. She only had one shot and was bedeviled as to which one of the two men deserved it more. "Dammit, both of ya need killin'..." Annie muttered to herself as the gun's barrel flicked back and forth between the two men. "But which one do I plug?" She agonized over the issue for what seemed like forever. And in that span of time she held the whole room at gunpoint, keeping them all in suspense while she weighed her options. Suddenly a thought occurred to Annie. "Guess I could kill the guy what took all my other guns." She realized with a satisfied smirk. "Then I could come back and ventilate 'em both!" "Hey you two!" Annie called to Viktor and Ned. "Just wait there. I'll be right back!" She ordered them as if expecting the two of them to stay put until she returned to kill them both. Annie was halfway across the room when the doorway swung open and a bunch of uniformed guards came flooding in. "Oh @#$&! It's the FUZZ!" Annie screamed. Her loud voice drew their attention to her and, upon seeing that she was armed, the whole mob rushed her all at once. "GET HER!" The guard captain yelled, pointing Annie out. "EAT LEAD!" Annie screamed right back. She brandished her pistol and took a pot-shot at the captain. But in her manic state her aim wasn't quite as accurate as it usually was and the shot flew over his head close enough to whip his cap off. The guard captain's hand reflexively covered the top of his head while he babbled something incoherently. At the same time his guards rushed forward and mobbed Annie. She vanished under a pile of blue-clad bodies. Fists were flying and the air was filled with the sound of muffled cursing. But somehow Annie managed to wriggle out from beneath her assailants and escape in the confusion. Annie crawled across the floor and clambered to her feet a short distance away. She'd lost her bandanna somewhere along the way and her hair was now wild and messy. The hem of her dress had also been torn and she was sporting a black eye and a bloodied lip to boot. And yet Annie was still kicking. From the dangerous glint in her eye it was obvious that she wasn't ready to throw in the towel and surrender just yet either. "Hey jabronis!" Annie's voice broke up the guards' feeding frenzy. They began to disentangle themselves from one another and turned to face her. "I got somethin' for ya!" Annie smirked, turning around to slap her ass with one hand. "Now come and get it!" She added before leaping out of the broken window and dashing off across the patio. Thus taunted a few of the guards dashed off in pursuit. Most of them stayed in the dining room however. As one they turned to glare at Viktor and Ned. ~ (OOC - This event's second stage has now begun. It will be a team melee battle that will last for five rounds. You may either split up to fight the NPCs on your own or work together to defeat them. 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| Daiohma | Dec 28 2012, 07:55 PM Post #20 |
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The Ice Fang
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''There it is!'' Ned throw his arms into the air as the glass bottle hit the back of his head. ''That is how this day can get worse.'' He pushed out his chair as he stood up at the table. ''When did this happen!?'' As Ned took the whole table cloth in his hand to clean up the liquid on his back he noticed that someone had been sick on him at some point. With the cloth now covered in a mix of sick and wine he reached for another cloth but as he put his arm out it became pined against the table by Annie who landed on top of his arm. ''You again!?'' He said in surprise, ''Our transaction is complete.'' However after a moment it appeared that the young girl was only just coming to her senses, after all she did not land on him but her own doing. Before Ned could even turn his head left or right to see who it was who tossed the girl onto him a voice yelled from above. ''Look out below.'' Right away Ned recognized the old voice to be none other than that of the old man from before. "Oh..shiii." Annie shouted as she rolled off of the table, in doing so freeing Ned's arm so that he too could take a step backwards from the crashing chandelier. He lost sight of Annie who dashed across the ground but the old man was now right in front of him again, on top of the remains of a smashed table. Ned reached for him and pulled him out by his neck. ''I have a return, I believe it's yours.'' With his other hand Ned took the sick covered cloth hand shoved it into Viktor's face, covering his head with the dirty cloth. With the old man still in his grasp Ned raised his fist ready to slam it point black into Viktor's old face when suddenly the young girls voice called out to them. "That's it! I've had enough of this happy horse-@#$&!" Ned turned to see Annie pull out a small hidden gun as she pointed it at the two of them. Colman let go of Viktor as they stood side by side with Annie pointing the weapon in both their direction. Without even taking a look at Viktor Ned tugged on the cloth and pulled it off from his head so he could see that the two of them where in real danger now that Annie had a weapon. "Hey you two!" Annie called to Viktor and Ned after what felt like forever. "Just wait there. I'll be right back!" Ned just stood there next to Viktor as they watched the crazy girl run off, but no sooner as she reached half way across the patio the doors flung open. Standing there where a group of men in blue uniform, looking around as if they where after someone. "GET HER!" One of them shouted as he pointed to Annie, probably the captain of their group. As expected she fired her shot at them and missed, but did well in taking a few of them away as they chased after her across the patio. ''Well I'm glad that's all over.'' Ned muttered to himself as he started to walk away from Viktor, almost forgetting about his fight with him as the effect of the drink had almost gone from his body. However only two steps where taken when the remaining group of guards all turned at once to face him and the old man. Ned turned to look over his shoulder at Viktor but soon realized that they where looking at the both of them. He started to remember that the mess around him was caused by all three of them, and in remembering a little of the drinks remaining effect started to kick in once more. ''Hey old guy! I got a package for you!'' Ned grinned at Viktor before turning to the guards and making a dash towards them. His huge body like a rampaging beast as he smashed into the first two standing at the front. One flew backwards into the group, slowing them down a little as he reached out and grabbed the other guard by his collar. With a twist of his body the flung the guard behind him then let out a kick that sent the guard stumbling across the patio towards Viktor at a steady pace as if setting him up for a free hit against the surprised guard. A few of the guards saw that their fellow man was going to need help and went off to help him while a few stayed behind to take on the mad delivery man. ''You forgot your stamp!'' Ned yelled as he landed his boot down on top of the guard who had first fallen from his dash attack. Edited by Daiohma, Dec 28 2012, 07:56 PM.
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