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| Hysteria (Fight Month Event); Jet vs Jukei | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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| Tweet Topic Started: Apr 19 2017, 11:56 AM (212 Views) | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Apr 19 2017, 11:56 AM Post #1 | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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The Real Antagonist
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Getting ready for a fight wasn't the easiest things to go and do, especially thinking something aloud. This was Jet's everyday life however, people tried to cross the broker and even tried to kill him before. But somehow, someway, Jet managed to survive it all. And each time, a little wiser than the last encounter. The view was brought to a club that illuminated pink and blue colors, reflective streamers fell from the air and bottles were popped with sizzling foam spewing from their helms. Exotic dancers could be found all over the place, their faces all hidden behind black masquerade masks and their bodies nearly nude with only thin pieces concealing parts of their skin. Jet was a man of many skills, every night his club was bumping with a different theme and new strippers. The moment slowed down and zeroed in on a group entering the doors of the establishment, and as you could guess, Jet was centered around them. The calm and collective stature the man held was unchallenged, his glasses glared off the strobing lights and his coat swayed gracefully with his step. His dim yellow gaze laid unamused and his hair seemed to be slicked back with gel. You could tell the men around him had been through some crazy shit, looking at their demeanor. A slash over one guy's nose and a slash over another guy's eye, hell, one of them even fashioned dark sunglasses with a toothpick in his mouth and a crazed, jag toothed grin. They were all gangsters, affiliated with the underworld mafia none the less. No regrets in their eyes nor remorse for what would seem to be human life activities. Sitting down on a white leather couch was found a flamboyant man snorting a thin line of some kind of drug. "Ssssssss, Jeeett, Baby. I wasn't expecting you for another hour." The man announced, wiping the remnants from the brim of his nostrils. "Please sit, drinks? *snaps* drinks, ladies bring us some strong poison. Something more finer for the boss here." The guy came again as he winked towards the gentlemen and twinkled his fingers about. "Ash, it's been awhile. How's the sells going in this corner of the world?" Jet exclaimed with a delicate voice as it trailed off in the background music, his eyes wandering on to a group of women that had a lot of baggage. "The honey's are looking ripe tonight." Came the Hunter's words, a subtle smile growing on his lips. Oprp Fight Month Event Presents; HYSTERIA |
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| ♣ Hermit Purple | Apr 20 2017, 10:17 AM Post #2 | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Sadness is Nigh
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The loud thumping music muffled the noise that was going outside but soon enough, that chaos died down; unbeknownst to anyone in that club.The double doors swung open; the guards that lay in front of it flung across the room. Light shone through the entrance; causing many of the patrons to squint at the sudden brightness of the usual dark and smoky club. The Patrons wondered who would make such an entrance? Mafiosos were known for their flair and panache but this was too much. Many got up from their seats, hands on the hilt of their swords and firearms respectively; the music had come to a screeching stop. Everyone held their breath as a shot rang out; many assuming it was just some short-fused man with a hair trigger. Laughing it off; the music started again and the mood was set back to what it was. Yet when a patron dropped headfirst into the table due to a shot in his head; The Patrons soon realised what was going on. Marines rushed in large numbers; instantly engaging the equally armed patrons. The sound of clashing steel, cracking of wood and the smell of gunpowder flooded into the club; Chaos quickly spread through the whole club as Marines flooded from all possible entrances; some even crashing through the tinted windows. Jukei was with the 12th Squad, which had crashed in from the front entrance with the first wave of assault. He was not dressed like most of the marines; as he was called in for urgent service without notice whilst he was off-duty, Yet his suit was loose enough for him to be able to fight comfortably and at his full potential. Even the cutlass he carried in his hand was not even his; being given to him by the quartermaster. Not that he really planned to use it that much; with him being a more hand to hand combatant. He walked resolutely yet with a slow pace; seemingly unphased by the battle around him; with bullets whizzing past him and swords missing him by inches. Yet, Jukei was no stranger to combat. Back when he was known as Finnly, had been in many bar fights, weaving through the bodies to steal any money left on the tables or loot the unconscious. He knew how to keep his cool under fire and his reflexes were coiled like a spring; ready to engage as soon as an aggressor faced him. That aggressor came in the form of a thin man sporting a switch blade. As soon as he took a step forward towards Jukei; his knife ready to strike; Jukei’s left leg sprung out; hitting him squarely in the chest and sending him stumbling back onto a table; breaking whatever was on it as he collapsed through it. Now faced with a seemingly calm gentleman who lay back onto the sofa next to the table. Taking off his hat as a sign of saluting to his foe; He did a slight bow as he pointed his sword towards the calm man. “Care for a fight?” Jukei said; his deep voice somehow making it through all the noise. Of course; Jukei fully excepted the man to try and land a dirty blow; so he was ready to act accordingly, his legs already primed for action. |
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Jukei Fandango • Ensign • Engineer [Primary] | Martial Artist [Secondary] • [N/A] • Commendations: 6 • SD Earned: 96 • Beli: 24,250,000 • Location: Shell Town, East Blue Puns till now: 41 Topics Graded: 12 | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Apr 20 2017, 01:21 PM Post #3 | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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The Real Antagonist
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Moments like these somewhat gave the Info Broker chills. Well what he could assume to be chills from taking LSD and a strong shot of Spirytus. Jet wasn't your average man to get a drop on him. In fact, he didn't seem no less to be startled than the gangsters that accompanied him. This place wasn't meant to be intruded, and Jet saw to that. Paying off the marines instead of troublesome means would get things messy. And one thing was for certain, Jet wasn't a sloppy kind of person. So the marines broke in, shooting up his peoples. Arresting all that had some sort of contraband that was restricted to have. Everything seemed to be enclosing in, smaller and smaller around the Hunter's frame until this small area dispersed quickly. This was Jet's island, there was no outside force that would come here unknown to him, he was Info Broker after all. Somehow, someway, the scent of a rookie lurked about and his guess was just as good as any genius. They had to have flown up here just to thrash his joint. And Jukei must of convinced the head of his base to incite the warrant. Now when Jukei walked up, Jet was preoccupied with a gigglish cutie that was happy to meet him. His soft strokes to her chin and his smooth gentle voice, conjured a blush upon her face as she became hot and bothered. Even though the music had stopped, the party was still going on. One of the men who walked in with Jet, chuckled at the jackass who kicked the sucker into the glass table. "kahahaha, what a jerk off" The gangster with the scar over his eye said, disrespectfully mushing his boot into the thug's mug. The girl sitting in Jet's lap began to shutter as her lips slowly dragged closer to his just before she whispered. "Daddy, there's a man here" Came her fragile voice as Jet's orbs danced in the direction of Jukei, his hand silently raising in the air to halt his men from shooting Jukei dead. Whence coming to the actual realization, everyone in the club outnumbered the marines seven fold. Not to mention each one was either some sort of elite assassin, bounty hunter or mercenary just waiting for someone to spit in the wrong direction to kill. "12th Division, Jukei Fandango. Man did you walk in on the wrong crowd. If you manage to survive, I might just take you up on that." Jet delightfully said to the marine, there were probably numerous of questions welling his thoughts right about now, such as how did Jet know who he was. It all came down to if Jukei knew who he was dealing with, the Con Artist before him was nonchalant giving the current situation. But that wasn't what would catch the marine's attention at the moment. The gathering of footsteps and gun chambers cocking came from behind Jukei before a formal voice that he knew too well. "Sir, stand down" The leading marine came as the laser sights were next to beam in on the fellow's backside and rear of his cranium; turning out to be his own peoples he launched the assault with. A small glint flicked off Jet's glasses as he and his posse silently headed up the staircase to the top floor, V.I.P room. "Give the guy a drink to cool off." Came the Broker's words again as a liquor bottle smashed at Jukei's feet, shattering and splashing a good amount of its contents on Jukei's pant legging. The sound of a lighter being struck passed by next and it came to be one of the marine's tossing it towards the rookie. Everyone else continued to go back to their partying, they even ignored the idiot stupid enough to get shot and the other guy groaning between a shattered glass table. It wasn't a betrayal, it simply was Jet swaying the 12th division in his favor. "Ash, make sure we get some privacy. We don't want the townspeople to think we're bad people making a lot of noise. Ya dig?" "Of course Boss" |
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| ♣ Hermit Purple | Apr 21 2017, 03:36 AM Post #4 | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Sadness is Nigh
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His commanders were right about Jet; Even trying to overcome him by sheer numbers was futile. Yet, his 21-page brief was not going to waste. His powerful charisma didn’t escape the World’s Government's eyes and neither his long tendrils of information. They had drawn up a risky plan and they needed someone who was immune to such charms, disposable and yet could keep his cool under fire. If he failed; He would have been scrapped off the records, like the many covert black ops missions that failed. If he succeeded, they would spin up some nice story on what happened and set their pawn as the model hero that is crushing crime regardless of where it is or how well hidden it is. They drew up a team of low rank yet reliable crewman and sent them on what possibly was a suicide mission; with only the people who needed to know knew. Of course, Jukei was still on a need to know basis and most of this was unknown to him. He was given the idea that this was a heroic mission that he was chosen for his skills (which to some extent, it was true.) It was also a test of prototype artillery technology on the field and seeing as a floating island was an elusive target, it was the perfect occasion. Jukei was not surprised with what happened. He was well informed of what power the man in front of him held over the layman. Nevertheless, it meant he just had to switch to Plan B. Straightening up from his half bow and putting back his hat on. He gave a gasp of mock surprise. “You thought these were my men?” he said as he spun and looked at the men behind him. “Maybe that was my man.” he said as he pointed to the dead patron; the one who got hit squarely in the head with a shot as he puleld out a discharged pistol and dropped it to the ground. “But he is long gone now. I think what you are referring to as my men…” he said calmly as he turned around and kicked the man behind him, sending him sprawling back. Shots rang out from all the marines behind him; hitting Jukei from all sides. Yet; he barely flinched “..are just farmers with little rubber bullets.” He put his pipe in his mouth and lit it as he simultaneously fought the untrained marines behind him; easily causing disarray in their undisciplined minds. “My man are 600ft away from this current position. Too far away for your charisma to work. They were a bit busy disposing of anyone who is not a civilian. You and the man behind you are what remains of this scummy underbelly.” Putting in the hand in his jacket; “May I get my watch?” he asked as he ducked from an oncoming punch and smashed his knee into an his assailant's gut. If uninterrupted he would check the time; which would be 4:19:53. “Well, I think only you remain in practical terms.” Jukei said before the whizzing artillery shells hit the club. The man behind him where pulverised along with anything that lay behind him. Shells kept raining down; hitting everywhere except where Jet, the little child and Jukei stood. “That's enough Bombardier Edwin” Jukei would say in the aftermath as he brushed the dust off his cap. "Good to know you are still alive. Standing down, Sir.” A voice rang out from his pocket before it stopped with a clank. “ Little neat trick, isn’t it? Broadcasted our location so we don’t get hit.” he said with a wink as he showed the Den Den hidden in his coat. “ Now; Top Brass wants you alive. So, Let's get along with the damn fight.” He knew well enough that Jet wasn’t going down with a fight. Edited by Hermit Purple, Apr 21 2017, 12:54 PM.
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Jukei Fandango • Ensign • Engineer [Primary] | Martial Artist [Secondary] • [N/A] • Commendations: 6 • SD Earned: 96 • Beli: 24,250,000 • Location: Shell Town, East Blue Puns till now: 41 Topics Graded: 12 | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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