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The Book that is Hyakuji's Story has come to a close. However, there are still plenty of stories left to be told in the madcap Anime Universe it inhabits. As one book closes, so too does another open. Presented by veteran Hyakuji Staff Members, check out the next generation EVOLUTION of "Anything-Goes" Anime Roleplaying at Senki Academy
The Book that is Hyakuji's Story has come to a close. However, there are still plenty of stories left to be told in the madcap Anime Universe it inhabits. As one book closes, so too does another open. Presented by veteran Hyakuji Staff Members, check out the next generation EVOLUTION of "Anything-Goes" Anime Roleplaying at Senki Academy
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| Sujin | Mar 10 2011, 02:47 PM Post #1 |
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It was approximately nine o' clock at night, and the citizens of Hyakuji had mostly turned in for the night. Shop windows were dark, CLOSED signs were either hung or illuminated, and there were few cars out on the roads or parked along the shopping area. Robyn wore her typical outfit of tall heeled boots over jeans with gun holsters firmly in place, although she opted for a long-sleeve shirt in lieu of a jacket as the weather was finally warming up. It was the perfect time of night for Robyn to go about her business, at least it would have been if this sort of thing was "her business" anymore. An interaction from the past had resurfaced itself and she was forced to deal with it, but she knew that if she didn't take care of things, it would only get worse. Apparently these people didn't get it the first time when she had turned them down. The girl pulled out her phone and glanced down at the message she'd received to make sure she had her location and timing right. WAREHOUSE LOADING DOCK @ 9:12. DON'T BE LATE. Strange time, but she'd comply well enough. It was one thing for someone to request a meeting with her, and it was another to blatantly insult her by assuming she had no ability to be on time or find a location. Of course she was used to this sort of behavior from the people she had previously worked for. Typically they were in charge of meat heads who allowed themselves to be shoved around and talked down to, but she was no meat head. And she would not stand to be dealt with in either of those ways. Robyn really disliked working with people who did not know the meaning of the word "no." Right on time according to the satellite clock on her phone, she walked up to the loading docks of the local warehouse district of Hyakuji. The sound of her boots clicking on the concrete surface echoed off of the metal storage pods and buildings that lined the loading area. Just as expected, she saw a lone figure standing near an overhanging light that was tinted slightly orange. They wore a hat and a long coat, hands shoved in their pockets. The whole scenario felt like it was out of a movie scene, albeit one made on a tight budget and a predictable plot. Robyn walked up to the figure who made eye contact with her. She was the person they were waiting for. They did little more than exchange nods as the person led her into one of the giant nearby warehouses where the conversation could be held in privacy. Once they were in the warehouse someone came by and slid the giant door shut, likely an accomplice of the organization. This probably would have alarmed the typical person, but this sort of behavior was standard for the sorts of things Robyn was used to doing so she didn't think twice. Still, she kept herself on guard. This was not going to be a pleasant conversation no matter which angle she approached it from. The lighting was minimal but it would do for what they had to accomplish, which hopefully would not be much. She expected to see a man in a suit waiting for her inside, but instead she was greeted by a woman dressed in a tailored jacket and pencil skirt. She looked of Asian descent and had her hair pulled back into a tight bun, plastic frame glasses perched on the bridge of her nose. It was smart of the group this woman was from to send a female to deal with Robyn. Something about female negotiators was different from men, it must've been that whole "boobs don't do it for me" thing and the fact that they usually felt they had something to prove so they were often more ruthless. "Thanks for coming, Miss Firarro. I knew someone with as sterling a reputation as yours would manage to be on time," the woman said in English with a slight Japanese accent once they were within talking distance. Strange, Robyn typically dealt with men in these sorts of interactions, but this time it seemed she would be meeting with a woman. She looked to be a few years older than her, somewhere in her mid twenties, and proved to have about a similar type of sarcastic wit as she did. Not that she was looking to make any friends today. "Well you know, being able to read a clock just comes naturally to me, I guess," Robyn said with a small shrug. "And you are?" "Eva Miratsu. Please, have a seat," she said as she gestured to a folding chair in front of a small table across from where she sat. Robyn obliged and took a seat, crossing one leg over the other and leaning against the back. She took a scan of her surroundings. Eva was accompanied by two muscley looking guys, and although she couldn't see them, it was likely there were people with rifles posted throughout the warehouse amongst the crates and shipping containers. "We are here to see if you have...changed your mind about the deal we made," Eva questioned, interlacing her fingers and setting them in her lap. "We're still willing to give you the price we agreed on without any hard feelings. Play your cards right and maybe we'll drop a few more 'K' into your lap if you perform to our liking." Robyn, not wanting to beat around the bush, leaned forward slightly and looked the woman straight in the eye. "I appreciate the offer, but I believe I already sent my condolences. Circumstances have changed and I can't take the job anymore." "You can't...or you won't?" The woman promptly pulled out a file that one of the men handed her and started leafing through some paperwork. "According to our research it looks like you've taken up another route for your career. A detective agency? Isn't it a little late for you to be living out some childhood dream to be Sherlock Holmes?" Eva set the file down and slid it across the table to Robyn. She picked it up with slight hesitation and flipped through the pages. In the file were bios on everyone at the Agency, including their typical schedules and where they lived, what their families consisted of, et cetera. A feeling dropped in the pit of Robyn's stomach. She knew this was going to happen as it was why she distanced herself from people in the first place. They were trying to push their well-being against her as a threat to get her to do the job. Keeping the emotion from her face, she set the file down and slid it back to Eva. "Your price tag is enticing, but I've got something else going for me now. So again, thanks, but no thanks," Robyn retorted in a flat, serious tone. The slight icy smile melted from Eva's face as she looked over at Robyn, not happy with her answer. "Clearly you don't seem to understand the gravity of the situation. I know it sounds like I was giving you an option...but ultimately, there really isn't one." Robyn's eyes narrowed as she looked at the negotiator. Things were going to have to get serious as these people were obviously not going to let up. |
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| Fin | Mar 11 2011, 11:49 AM Post #2 |
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"Are you sure she went this way?" As sure as I'm sure I'm gonna kill you if you ask me that again. "Ack! Watch out, guard at four o'clock!" Shit! Immediately he backtracked using the route he just took, jumping behind a stack of crate just a few yards away from said guard, narrowly missing his sight (and possible detainment) by a hair's breadth. Lying low behind the wooden boxes he peered over the top just to make sure they haven't been spotted due to some ridiculous random blunder like a piece of cloth sticking out from somewhere a piece of cloth is not supposed to stick out from. He lowered himself down a slight bit as the man came nearer, his grumpy mustached face gave off a very menacing look under the moonlight. Seth Rouga held his breath at his hiding place, desperately hoping the man wouldn't suddenly decide to take a peek behind the boxes out of boredom. The man glanced around, and to his relief, decided to walk in another direction away form where he was hiding. "That was a close one..." He said, giving a small sigh. While it's not entirely unusual for him to be wandering around the city late at night (within curfew time, of course), it is, however, highly abnormal for him to be sneaking around some abandoned warehouse, at this time, especially. Well, it's not like he had no reason to be doing this in the first place. Isn't it normal to be concerned about a friend whom had decided to go out of the city with a grim look on her face? Well, whatever. "C'mon then," Seth said, standing up from his cover to continue his search for the ever so elusive dark blue-haired girl- "Oi," He froze in his track, feeling a rough and tough hand gripping tight on his shoulder. With a mixture of dread and anxiety he turned around, shivering all the way through. Staring him right at the face was the same man whom he thought had left the scene earlier. The menacing look he gave Seth was quite terrifying to behold. Or maybe it's just because that's the first time he'd been in such a pinch. Busted~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The warehouse door groaned loudly as it slid open, bathing the entire inside of the compound with bright moonlight. Bright, if you were to compare it with the little lamp hanging overhead. Following it moments later were scuffling sounds made by a sixteen year old boy with his hands tied behind his back, dragged forcefully into the interior of the warehouse by the same man from before. "Uhm... hey, look... I'm... I'm sure there's a whole lot more we can talk about, like... what about your sister?! Oof!" Unceremoniously he was thrown to the ground with a loud thud, landing right in front if the two already in the room. "Ow... oh. Uh... hi?" He said and smiled nervously to the only person he knew in the room. "Uhm... ahah, yeah, I know this looks bad... but... I assure you, this is all going according to plan," Trouble is, it's not. There's not even a plan to begin with. Besides, are you really supposed to tell them whatever the hell the plan is is going perfectly? |
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| Sujin | Mar 12 2011, 12:47 AM Post #3 |
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The woman sitting across the table from Robyn picked up the file that had been returned to her and handed it back to one of her hovering henchmen with little to no reaction. These were two professionals dealing with each other, and both were doing a stupendous job of keeping it all business and no emotion. The girl of European descent stared down the Asian with her ice-blue eyes, trying to see what she was getting at. No more games, she wanted to get to the bottom of this. After all, it was after her newly-established bedtime. "Let's cut to the chase. Tell me what's going on since you obviously won't take no for an answer," Robyn said coolly as she stared Eva down with narrowed eyes. Eva shifted back in her seat and smoothed down some imaginary wrinkles in her immaculate suit jacket, letting out an annoyed sigh. "We made a deal with you, Firarro. You were going to deliver what we wanted, and in turn we'd give you the agreed-upon price. Quite frankly, it's a little too close to the due date to try and find someone else to do it, and you already know all the details, so you are our best bet. Given we could just as easily advertise our price to the right channels and volunteers would come out of the woodwork..." "So why don't you? Get someone who wants to be part of your grand plan and get paid rather than pulling my teeth and attempting to force me to do it." "We came to you for a reason. No one else does what you do." "A lot of people do what I do," came her matter-of-fact retort. "But not the way you do it. Honestly, this is all coming from my boss who gave us strict 'all or nothing' orders. I really suggest you comply with the former of that suggestion." The two girls continued to stare each other down in silence. Something didn't make sense here. Why were they pushing so hard to get her to do the job? There must have been a specific reason that they wanted her to work on this case. It was a normal smash-and-grab job with a bullet to the head here and there, but this must have been different. Perhaps it was high stakes, and given the price for the task, she wouldn't be surprised. If she took this job she would not have to work for an entire year. Enticing, but it wasn't enough. Something was off about this group and made her wary. Robyn was normally able to justify the jobs she was given as the target was someone who fell on the side lacking moral sanity. But the ones involved in this case seemed like average citizens to her as far as intentions for work went aside from the fact that they were insanely rich and controlled a large corporation or two. She was not the type to simply assassinate anyone based on price, but instead made sure she was actually ridding the planet of someone who would not stand to be missed. But again, why did they want her so badly? The discussion inside the warehouse was getting neither of the two women anywhere. Eva wouldn't budge from her demands, and Robyn was not going to cave-in. It was a tough position to be in as Robyn knew no matter what things were bound to get more heated than she would have liked. While she had hoped for a civil conversation and parting of ways, it was unlikely that was going to be the outcome for tonight. A new light source was introduced to the giant warehouse as Robyn reflexively tensed when the door to the warehouse was opened, her hand hovering inches away from one of her gun holsters and ready for action. She had trained herself to be skeptical of any sudden and non-anticipated movements made by people from this type of organization as they typically meant bad news. In this case, it was bad news, but not the sort she was used to. Of all the people to be caught in this circumstance, pushed inside by one of the group's lackeys was a familiar-looking boy with tousled dark hair and street clothes. Robyn's expressed dropped into that of discontent, her mind racing with what was going on and what they planned on doing. "Uhm... ahah, yeah, I know this looks bad... but... I assure you, this is all going according to plan," he attempted to explain. Unfortunately the blue-haired girl was not on track with what he was potentially planning and had no idea how to work with this situation. "Seth? How did you..." "We caught him sneakin' around outside. Looked suspicious so I dragged 'im in," explained the guard that had escorted the boy into the building. "Oh good, so you're acquainted. This worked out surprisingly well, I thought we were going to have to track down one of these guys on our own. But lo, one came to us! Seth, you said his name was? Looks familiar...I think I saw something about him in that file. A colleague of yours, then? Perhaps you've...gotten close to this one? Not exactly my type, but to each his own," Eva stated shortly with a shrug and a smirk. She'd been able to put one and one together to deduce that although Seth had alluded to some "plan," the fact that Robyn seemed genuinely confused was enough to tell her there was nothing more here than what it seemed to be--a boy caught loitering with whom Robyn was familiar. "Then again, from what I understand, you've never really been much of a social butterfly." Robyn held her tongue as Eva tried to get a rise out of her and make her lose her composure. Instead she decided to take the topic in a different direction. "Taking in a hostage, really? That seems to be more along the lines of Mexican drug cartels, not a high-end bunch of individuals like yourselves with your designer suits and posse of henchmen. I hope you don't think that just because he's here with his hands behind his back that that means I'm going to suddenly change my mind. I'm no rookie at this," she stated flatly, folding her arms in front of her chest and looking Eva dead in the eye. She made a conscious effort to not look at Seth, knowing all too well she'd have to feign general disinterest in the boy if he was to make it out alive. "Well, if he doesn't matter to you," Eva nodded to one of the men standing behind her who promptly produced a pistol from inside his jacket, and pointed the weapon straight at the boy, "then he certainly doesn't matter to us." Robyn did her best to not visibly tense at the situation. She couldn't have this blood on her hands, of someone who just happened to be passing by the wrong place at the wrong time, and of course it had to be one of the members of the WDA. Besides, it really would be a shame if he was shot in the head and killed before she got the chance to properly thank him for the belated Christmas gift. Her hand slowly migrated to her own weapon as she watched the movements of the man in front of her, hoping he was either nimble enough to get out of the way, she was fast enough to shoot him first, or they could come to terms otherwise. Dammit, Seth, of all the inopportune times... |
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| Fin | Mar 12 2011, 10:31 AM Post #4 |
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What the- Whatthewhatthewhat the? What sort of situation did he managed to land himself into this time? Hookay, now that's an intriguing word choice. It's like being in life-threatening situation are not alien to him. Well, it's not, really. But that never made any direct involvement in one any more comfortable. He sat there on the ground, leaning back slightly to make as much distance as was possible from the pistol. He could vaguely remember what it feels like to be within the verge of death, separated from it only by a single twitch of a finger. Staring down the dark barrel of the live and loaded pistol was not something desirable by many, as evidence by the cold sweat dripping from his forehead. "Uhm..." He started, glancing around for anyone to at the very least give him an inkling of the situation. Although, he's not sure if this is really the best time to be asking around questions. I mean, there's someone right in front of him ready to pull the trigger to bore a hole right through his brain any seconds now. What the hell is he doing here sitting around deciding whether to ask questions or not? Even so, he's very curious and suspicious about this whole ordeal. Considering what they talked about the moment he came in, he couldn't help but assume that Robyn here is involved in some sort of a criminal organization of some sort? What other group could these shady individuals be in? Although, from the looks of it, things doesn't seem to be going either of their ways, considering his situation... Urh... this is ridiculously unsettling... why would she be acquainted with them, anyway? He took a deep breath before, "Right... before I die, could someone please tell me what's going on here? The Robyn I know is not the type of person to go around making shady businesses like this," What right does he have to say something like that? He doesn't even know her very well. Edited by Fin, Mar 12 2011, 10:38 AM.
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| Sujin | Mar 12 2011, 01:28 PM Post #5 |
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Time seemed to drag on as the man stood there with the gun pointed straight at Robyn's colleague, her keeping a close eye on his trigger finger for any movement. If she were lucky, she could throw in some sort of distraction to get him to lose focus and either miss the shot, or redirect it toward herself. Luck? Who was she kidding. She didn't need luck. Good to see her ego was still intact and going strong throughout this whole scenario. Then a thought came to mind. A real game changer, and it'd be a big gamble depending on the boy himself, but it might be their best bet if she's going to get them to listen to her and do what she wants them to do. And it was all due to an oversight on their part. So much for them doing their research on her...good thing the specifics of her abilities weren't available on the Japanese market...though they might be after this round of events. Resolving to follow through with her plan, Robyn conjured one of her handguns from her holster while she sat at the table. No dialogue was exchanged and no looks between her or any of the mobsters made contact until she placed her feet firmly on the ground and stood up from the chair she was sitting in. Not having given them any prompt to say she was either going to stand up or try to leave, her movements put the three closest to her on edge. Eva was the first to react. "Someone grab her weapon!" she ordered with slight panic in her voice. Before they had the opportunity to properly react to the gun in her hand, she turned toward Seth, looked him deadpan in the eye, and held up her firearm. With little to no hesitation she internally built up her charge with the muzzle aimed straight at the unsuspecting boy's chest plate, firing her weapon. Assuming the shock of her pointing at him would've been enough for Seth to not move out of the way, the energy blast would have been just enough and the right type of energy to throw him into paralysis. If all went well, it would look like she had intentionally killed him. However, if she didn't throw enough punch into the blast and he immediately got back up, things would get intense. And she had to hope that no one was going to walk over there and check him for a pulse. Eva and her goons were frozen in their spots, staring at the girl who had just shot one of her colleagues straight in the heart without batting an eyelash. Robyn held the gun up for a few more seconds before bending her elbow and pulling the weapon in close to her body, barrel pointed toward the ceiling. This way she could show she was not quite ready to holster her gun, but was also not pointing the weapon straight at them in direct hostility. Hopefully this would put things in favor of her being in charge. "Who forgot to take her weapon before she came in?!" Eva roared incredulously in Japanese. "Sh-she didn't have anything in her holsters! I checked!" countered one of the guards for fear that he'd be the next one shot due to incompetance. Before the banter went much further about who dropped the ball on security, Robyn spoke up. "I'm sure now we're on the same page, or can at the least reach an agreement. I'm willing to leave here without your people having to make and adjustments to their payroll. I'll say it again, I am not taking that job, and do not make the mistake of thinking just because I'm taking another career path that I don't remember how to do my old one." Eva let out an annoyed sigh and stood up from her chair. "Nice job playing the ruthless card, but you can't possibly think you are a match for an entire organization that can hire person after person to come after you if this deal falls through." "I guess you won't know until that day comes, will you? But if we decide to travel down that path, I hope you know I'm coming for you regardless of who your boss or lackeys are. I will say you are impossible to deal with. I should really give your HR rep a call." She knew time was running out before Seth inevitably came "back to life," and maybe she could attribute it to the diverse population that made up Hyakuji, but either way it would be plain to see that she'd pulled the wool over their eyes. "Thanks for your time, Eva. And you might want to start using some under-eye cream...it looks like this job is really stressing you out." She proceeded to walk away from the table and in the direction of Seth, debating whether or not she should take the "body" or if he'd be smart enough to lay there until everyone left. It was like walking on eggshells while keeping her composure to make it out of this thing clean. Still, she couldn't ignore that feeling of foreboding in the back of her mind as the sound of her heels echoed throughout the warehouse while she attempted an exit. She knew all too well they weren't going to let her simply walk away from this. |
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| Fin | Mar 12 2011, 11:27 PM Post #6 |
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His question was left unanswered, and instead was filled with an ominous silence. A very short, ominous silence, broken only by the sudden alarmed outcry of the only other woman in the area. He was given no chance to even react to whatever that had happened next, as in one swift motion, Robyn had her gun trained on him. "Eh? Roby-" A sudden flash of light and something exploded right at his chest with a loud smashing sound, sending powerful shock waves surging through his entire body. The impact felt like a battering ram struck right at his solar plexus at high speed, with a force akin to that of a jackhammer. And it was painful. Very, very painful. The impact completely knocked the air out of him, caused him to keel forward in pain, coughing, eyes wide in shock and horror. Within that moment before he fell to the ground, a part of his sweater singed slightly at the front part, a fleeting thought ran through his head, before he hit the ground with a thud, completely motionless. ... ...... ......... He didn't know how long he had been unconscious. Come to think of it, did he really black out? He's not sure. But the moment he thought he could at the very least realize take in something from his surroundings, he could hear some soft chattering in the distance. Or maybe it was close, but he couldn't hear it that well. They sure have a lot to talk about though. Still lying on the ground he opened his eyes slightly. His vision was blurry, and... is the world spinning? Oh. Nah, it's just his head. But his head's fine... what could really be the problem- "Hh...!" All of a sudden he felt a painful jolt in his chest, like something had been smashed through his ribcage. Not to mention, he could feel a searing sensation over his front, like... hot. A pair of high heeled boots clunked in front of him, the wearer seemed to be heading off to wherever right behind him. There doesn't seem to be any more conversation between whomever and whomever. Looks like they reached a consensus? Urgh... Everything was so confusing. How the hell did he managed to get in this sort of situation? And what the heck is going on? All he could remember was... Was... The bright flash of light, the sudden painful burning solid impact, and... and... "WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING, HUH?!" All of a sudden the seemingly lifeless body roared in a thunderous voice that reverberated through the enclosed area like a powerful explosion from a landmine. It was then followed by a metallic snapping sound, caused by the boy on the floor violently wrenching his hands apart, breaking the metal cuffs holding them together like paper. Like that's the end of it. With excessive force he slammed his hands on the floor, causing a palm-shaped dent and a considerable amount of cracks to be formed with two loud booms. He pushed himself up, and raised his head, glaring at the dark blue-haired girl with his teeth gritted and his eyes wide in rage. "So much for turning over a new leaf... NO ONE PLAYS WITH SETH'S TRUST AND GETS AWAY WITH IT!!!" He yelled with as much fury as he could muster into the announcement, making sure that each and every single one of them was directed to the girl with the ponytail. That was ridiculous, if not downright dirty! Seth had put his trust on her, just as much as he had given the others... and she had to trample all over it like some random old rag doll, like it was nothing but trash! THIS DESERVES NOTHING LESS THAN SERIOUS DECIMATION!!! Completely disregarding the existence of any possible hostile actions from around him he launched himself right at Robyn at breakneck speed, covering the possible distance between her faster than one could say 'stop'. A hand was poised at his hip, formed into a solid fist ready to fire it directly at her guts! |
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| Sujin | Mar 13 2011, 12:14 AM Post #7 |
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As she made her way to the exit of the giant abandoned warehouse, ignoring the shifting of personnel to prohibit her from leaving, the statement from Seth rang in her head. It was concerning and struck a note with her for some reason, making her uneasy about the whole thing. "The Robyn I know is not the type of person to go around making shady businesses like this." The Robyn he knew? Who WAS the Robyn that he knew? Some girl who mostly kept to herself and spent way too much time at the Agency? She had one fleeting introduction with him, and then another unfortunate bout at a coffee shop, but somehow he had deduced for himself that she was a decent individual between those two encounters. Certainly threatening to blow off his man bits at the cafe didn't award her any trust points...maybe he was just one of those types of guys who trusted everyone. Foolish, in her opinion. That was just asking to get trampled over. The fact of the matter was that she was in the middle of doing something much like what she'd done for years...and it was stamped as "shady business." She always knew it walked a gray moral line, but to hear someone call it out to her face seemed...different. Accusatory, even. She had worked hard to convince herself she was doing the world a favor, but maybe that was not the case. Before she could dwell on it much longer, her thoughts were interrupted by not necessarily what she was anticipating, but a misdirection and foiling of her plan nonetheless. "WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING, HUH?!" Robyn whipped her head around, expecting the voice to have come from one of the men in suits with a gun, but instead it came from...Seth? Apparently she hadn't hit him hard enough to knock him out for the proper amount of time, or maybe he had some sort of ability that changed him into a raging monster when he absorbed energy (she'd seen that in a movie somewhere). Whatever happened, it seemed clear that he was pissed and was not going to let her walk this one off. Cuffs broken and eyes ablaze, he was dead set on some revenge for her actions. "So much for turning over a new leaf... NO ONE PLAYS WITH SETH'S TRUST AND GETS AWAY WITH IT!!!" The first part stung a surprising amount, as if it were a direct hit on insulting her ability to make a new life for herself. She'd taken random insults from people she had fought in the past, but for some reason hearing it from someone who was supposed to be considered a partner gave it more of an impact than it usually did (which...there normally was no impact at all). Something else...didn't he just refer to himself in the third person? That was odd. It was also hard to believe that the awkward and overly-apologetic boy harnessed this much anger...maybe there was something more here. She switched her feet into a fighter's stance and gripped one of her handguns tightly with her right hand while he smashed his fists into the concrete floor, leaving giant indentations and broken chunks of debris. Clearly this whole thing was a misunderstanding, but there wasn't much she could do about that now. Robyn could only hope they'd both survive this battle so she could explain and validate her actions. That, however, would have to wait until later. As the boy rushed toward her with his hand in a fist, she watched as he approached with considerable speed. It was not superhuman, but there was definitely something fueling him. She was going to have to focus on neutralizing him, not killing him, and hopefully she wasn't rusty at gauging her level of power. She would have to hold off on the gun for now since she didn't want to risk actually killing him. Stunning the boy resulted in this, so she'd had to see what would happen if she went any further with her weaponry. It looked like it was going to be old fashioned hand-to-hand unless he had something else up his sleeve. The fist was launched forward at her torso, but to reciprocate she tried to use his own momentum against him in a class defensive move. She nimbly shifted to the side at the last second and extended her free hand to catch hold of his wrist. The girl intended on using the velocity of his movement to whip him around by the arm and throw him across the room, or at least as far as the move would take him. If he was going to listen to what she had to say, he'd have to be brought down a few notches on the crazy scale. The other occupants of the warehouse, on the other hand, weren't sure how to interpret the turn of events. Surely it would be natural for someone to react in rage to being shot and thus retaliate, but it was just that...he'd just been SHOT. How was he up and about carrying on this fight? The men were ready to open fire, but their ringleader shook her head and held up a hand. "Let's just see where this goes. Maybe he'll end up taking care of her for us," Eva announced to her crew with a small smirk. |
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| Fin | Mar 13 2011, 11:37 AM Post #8 |
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Not exactly the one experienced in any sort of fights other than just plain clobbering and hulk-smashing the place apart, V's straight went straight past her, sliding through the air harmlessly. Lucky her, that one had enough force in it to make a fist-shaped dent on an inch-thick iron plate. And unlucky for him, as she followed his first strike with a counter, grabbing his wrist, subsequently spinning around the spot and without much of an effort swept him off his feet in an attempt to throw him across the room. Like he's not actually prepared for this. Well, yeah, he's not prepared for this. He might not be a good fighter with forms and style, but he's one heck of an improviser. The moment his feet left the ground he twisted his hands around, grabbing her wrist in return, effectively anchoring himself to the ground, preventing him from flying anywhere. Or at least it kept him close to her so that he can deliver yet another powerful vengeful strike. He landed on the ground hard on his two feet, still keeping a vice grip on her wrist without any intention to release it whatsoever. Why should he? He wanted to pound her face into oblivion, so it's good to keep her at fist range. Not hesitating, he pulled back his free hand, forming a tight hardened fist ready to knock her head off. Literally. No moments have been wasted, he didn't even bother to give her his furious hawk-like eyes filled with hatred and vengeance. The fist was driven forward almost instantaneously like a hydraulic piston- And stopped within an inch before making contact her face. It hovered there, still clenched tightly, trembling slightly. The nails were digging into the flesh, slowly drawing blood from his hand. Was he holding back? Why didn't he go through with it? He was so eager to crush her earlier, it's just unnatural for him to suddenly stop following through the attack like this. To be frank, V really did want to, but somehow, there's an internal force preventing him from doing it. Something stopped him from the inside, holding back his arm with just as much force as he was using to shoot it out. It was like there's someone controlling him from inside... ~~*~~ He was panting hard, sweats poured down his face, his vision was blurry, and he was shuddering violently. Just trying to keep the feeling of controlling his own body was extremely grueling. His hand hovered in the air, shaking violently as he exerted all of his power just trying to hold it from snapping forward, executing the legendary One-Inch Punch. Simply doing this was causing great strain to his arm. There were two forces battling each other in something that can only handle one of them. Pain jolted through his arm like an endless surge of high-voltage electric charge. Muscle tissues are being ripped slowly, tendons are straining from the pressure, bones are slipping from their sockets, it was like a self-inflicted torture. You could tell how much pain he was in by his expression. "No... no, V... what... what are you doing...?" He gasped, trying with great difficulty to get the words from his mouth while enduring the excruciating pain. What am I... SETH! Didn't you know what she just did?! A powerful snarl came from inside his head, unheard by none other than Seth himself. "Hyeah... she shot me..." YES! AND- "She must have a reason for that! She said it herself, she's not going to betray anyone!" Then tell me... tell me, WHY did she just shot you, and left you behind like that? To save her own ass?! "I DON'T KNOW AND I DON'T CARE!!!" With a roar he wrenched his arms away from her face, quite literally tearing his arm apart in the process. He gasped in agony, falling down to his knees, his injured arm limp besides him, useless. "L-look... I want to trust her... even if... she doesn't trust anyone... what's the point of being... friends if you can't even... trust them...?" ...Boy, that's just- "Stupid?" ...yes. "Whatever," As much as V would like to argue with him, for some reason he couldn't even get his words out. Not because Seth keeps on interrupting him, but more because... he kinda understands? That's ridiculous... That's just stupid. |
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| Sujin | Mar 13 2011, 01:49 PM Post #9 |
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Robyn gritted her teeth together as she was used as an anchor to the ground in her own defensive move against Seth. His hand clamped tightly down on her arm so they were both grabbing each other's wrists, her holding his right arm and he holding her left. The rigor mortis death grip he was using could not be pried off easily, and she wasn't about to deliberately blow his hand off as that would've defeated the purpose of...well, any of this. Despite the fact that he was rash to jump straight into a running punch, he countered well to her last minute throw. He was likely going to move in for a hit by one of three appendages and it... Looked like it was going to be a punch. Before he would have had the chance to actually connect with her face, she ducked out of the way and instead tried to immobilize him. How, you ask? By trying to knock him square on his ass via a shoulder to the torso. The internal battle he was fighting with himself during those few seconds of pause during the punch was all she needed to get an edge on him to be able to gain the upper hand, but she wasn't trying to return his attempts to destroy her with her own form of revenge. She was simply trying to get him to snap back to reality and hoped that pushing him over onto his back and sitting on top of his chest would be enough to do that. Although it was practically instinct for her to try to crush anyone who so much as gave her a hostile look, she struggled to hold herself back. She wasn't about to lose her job over a silly mistake since it had potentially already cost her the trust of one of her colleagues. She rarely made mistakes. Seth's cry of pain threw her off-guard as the arm she had been holding onto suddenly went limp and lifeless beside him, and she found it far too easy to keep him from struggling to get away. Maybe it was because he wasn't struggling? Was he finally brought back to what Robyn considered to be his "normal self" and was done fighting? Or was this some sort of clever trick to get her to pull back? She wasn't on the up-and-up on skills for fighting people she didn't need to immobilize or kill. Needless to say he seemed to be talking to himself in a one-sided conversation that made no sense to her. Not just talking to himself...arguing with something or one he referred to as "V." Perhaps he had some form of multiple personality disorder, or maybe he hit his head a little too hard when he fell to the ground. Whether or not he was paying attention to her presence at all (despite the fact that she was on top of him) she could still hear everything he said, one sentence catching her attention. "L-look... I want to trust her... even if... she doesn't trust anyone... what's the point of being... friends if you can't even... trust them...?" If crazy-brain Seth could figure out she had trust issues, it was apparently more obvious than she thought. Not that she hid it from the world and tried to pretend she trusted everyone, but it was obviously something she needed to work on. What was she doing, analyzing her life in the middle of a warehouse full of weapon-wielding people? She being one of them, of course. Speaking of which she still grasped the gun in her free hand throughout the entire scuffle. "Seth, you need to snap out of it. Regardless of how pissed you are at me, I need you focused on them. At least for now," she said quietly, moving off to the side of him and hoisting him up to a standing position beside her. Sitting on the ground made them too vulnerable for what was about to occur. Sensing a shift in the dynamic of the fight before her, Eva's eyes narrowed skeptically as she watched the two brawl, or...lack thereof. Things were winding down and it looked like they were going to have to step in. She had been given strict orders that if Robyn was not going to comply with their demands, then she was of no use to them. And they couldn't risk exposure for what they were trying to do, so it was best if she was eliminated although compliance would have been the preferred choice. "I don't know what the hell you two are getting at, but I don't have all night," Eva called out to the two before raising her hand in the air to signal the onslaught by her security team. Just before the first shots rang out inside the building, Robyn pushed Seth to the side to shield him from the bullets with a large stack of crates, but being they were made of shoddy wood, they wouldn't last long. She darted the opposite direction behind another stack and drew both of her weapons, peering up over the top of the boxes to fire back. It would take her a bit of looking to figure out where they were all hiding since the sound of the shots echoed and skewed her perception on where they were coming from. Unfortunately the giant door to the warehouse was closed and they were blocked in by some people guarding it, so they'd have to get creative with their exit. "SETH! You need to get out of here! This has nothing to do with you and they aren't going to hold back!" she called out over the ringing of the explosions from each time a trigger was pulled. "I don't need you to try and be a hero, and then me having to explain to Jameson why I'm dragging a dead body back to the Agency!" |
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| Fin | Mar 14 2011, 12:33 PM Post #10 |
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"I'm not angry- UAAHH!" All of a sudden he was pushed off his feet and landed on his back, behind a stack of crate. Next moment something ricocheted off the ground just a few inches from his foot, leaving a small cracked hole on the floor. Next moment he was suddenly rained down by an endless barrage of lead bullets, with the only thing keeping him safe was the fragile wooden crate sitting between him and Swiss cheese maker. It went over his head, whizzing past his ears faster than the speed of sound, the shock waves beating hard on his eardrums. And the deafening bangs that came from the guns firing those bullets were not helping matters. Seth was slumped low behind the crates, clutching his useless arm and peering behind his shoulder around the corner of his hiding place to get a grasp of the situation, only to pull back in quickly as a piece of hot lead zipped across his nose bridge. He glanced around warily for anything he could use, blood seeping from the cut, trickling down his face, dripping on the floor. No good. There's not much cover he could use to get him to the gate safely. And there doesn't seem to be any other exit he could use, with the nearest one other than the main gate being about thirty feet up above. Even if she told him to get to safety there was just no way for him to do anything. However there was one part of what she said that took his mind off from escaping completely. And, frankly it irritated him a slight bit. "Who's trying to be the hero?!" He yelled back amidst the flying bullets and deafening bangs. "You're one of the WDA and you're a friend! What happens to you concerns all of us! Even if you don't want it to be that way WHAT DO WE CARE?! To Jameson and to everyone else, everyone's a family and you don't mistrust a family member! Because that's just WRONG!!!" At the end of the sentence he released his limp limb, raising it and grabbed the bottommost of the stack of crate he was using as cover from the onslaught. Then after a small moment of pause- "HAAH!!!" He pushed on the crate with an enormous amount of force that sent half of the entire stack of crates to roll and tumble rapidly right towards their assailant, crashing and breaking apart upon reaching them... engulfing them in white powder...? "Flour! That should do it for now! C'mon!" He yelled towards Robyn as he himself stood up, rushing over to the giant door and immediately swung a hydraulic piston kick right at the giant wooden door. Had it been made of metal he could probably only manage to bore a hole through it, but since it was wood... Yeah. Just imagine a C4 strapped on the door, ready to blow. He's pretty confident about his safety, because, if they ever tried to shoot them from inside the cloud of smoke, heck, even if they tried to shoot them from anywhere near the smokescreen, they'd trigger a deadly hazard known as 'dust explosion'. Edited by Fin, Mar 14 2011, 12:35 PM.
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| Sujin | Mar 14 2011, 02:12 PM Post #11 |
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This was tricky...really tricky. How were they going to make it out of this one without the entire organization and everyone they hire coming after them in the very near future? Could she just eliminate them and ask for a period of amnesty since she was acting in defense of herself and Seth? Chances were decent that they'd forget about the boy and focus on her alone after the warehouse battle was done...but they could also take it a step further and get the other members of the WDA involved. She was hoping to try and demonstrate that the WDA "meant nothing to her" but clearly that plan was no longer going to work. While Seth worked at not getting hit, Robyn continued to lay down suppressive fire by popping her head out every so often then pulling back for cover. She was slowly able to determine where all of the shooters were, and focused on trying to make as accurate of a shot as possible within the short amount of time she had out in the open. Perhaps if she was able to immobilize enough of the crew they'd consider her a formidable enough of an enemy and leave her alone...but that seemed to be a bit of a stretch as far as mercy went. She glanced over at him to see how he was doing and noticed he was bleeding, but it'd be impossible to get out of this place without at least a scratch or two. Slowly but surely she was able to handicap the shooters on the ground level, taking out knees and shoulders with blasts equivalent to a 9-mm weapon. They would hurt and bleed, but if medical attention was sought soon enough, they would survive. Robyn didn't like the idea of someone surviving knowing that she was the one behind the weapon that shot them. Eva and her two men had flipped over the table and were using that for cover, but soon her two body guards were out of commission and she was left to fend for herself. Once Seth was done with his inspirational speech and had covered everything in a cloud of powdery flour, she kept a low profile and followed him to the nearby door. Firing her weapon at this point probably would be a bad idea. She didn't want them to be exploded into bits before they could make a mostly-clean getaway. Eva was lucky enough to be schooled in this sort of thing and immediately called a cease-fire with her posse, instructing them to get out of the building as quickly as possible. "Shit...everyone out, NOW!" Having little care or concern for the wounded, it was every man (and woman) for themself as they scrambled to evacuate the enclosed space, but unfortunately for them Seth and Robyn would be the first to exit and have the foresight to take advantage of the situation. Robyn followed Seth through the hole he made in the door and bolted as fast as possible from the ticking time bomb, debating whether or not she should pull the trigger on her weapon. Were wounded henchmen going to send a good enough message to the organization, or was she going to have to stamp this encounter as a deadly one they wouldn't want to repeat? She had a future to think of for once, and didn't want this to jeopardize it. It ultimately came down to what was the bigger threat...an endless line of bounty hunters, or the possibility of losing the one good thing she had going for herself? Taking a deep breath she stopped in her tracks, swiveled to face the direction from which they just came, held up both of her firearms at the small opening 100 meters or so away, and pulled the triggers. The two individual blasts of energy combined into a single beam that entered into the door, traveled through the cloud of flour, and erupted into a giant fireball of an explosion on the inside. The glass from any intact windows shattered outwards, and the weakest parts of the warehouse flew off in giant chunks of splintered wood, peppering the surrounding area with debris. If there was anyone left on the inside...it wasn't likely they were coming out. So much for all that work she put into her carefully-aimed shots earlier. There was no telling if her actions would yield the desired results, and for all she knew, she could have just sealed her fate. But she made a decision and stuck with it, and now she would have to live with whatever the consequences were. Robyn had done far worse to far more in the past, so she considered this outcome "not that bad" in comparison. Robyn turned to face Seth, wherever he was, holstering one of her guns but keeping the other one out and handy. "Interesting location and time of night for you to be out for a stroll," she commented skeptically. She felt she should show at least some kind of concern for him, so she added on, "If you need any kind of medical attention I have supplies at my place. I'd rather avoid the hospital since I don't want to make this widely known." |
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| Fin | Mar 15 2011, 02:15 PM Post #12 |
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A long time ago he would have grieved over someone dying before his very eyes. And frankly he still does now. Seeing the expanding gas of heat blowing up the entire warehouse somehow stung his heart a bit, as he contemplated the fate of the people that could still be in the room. But somehow, due to recent events, he found himself shrugging off the painful twinge inside him. Not sure if that's a good thing or not. "You don't have to do that..." His nearly inaudible sentence trailed off to nothingness as he watched fiery clouds burst through the roof and the small windows along the roof, flames towering over their heads through any openings they could find. He clutched his broken arm slightly as he turned away from the burning warehouse, turning around to face the pretty much unscathed figure of Robyn. His figure illuminated by the flickering flames, but his face was mostly in shadows. She wouldn't be able to see whether he was relieved, depressed, or anything. Heck, his face was quite unexpressive. But it wasn't long before his lips curled upward slightly as his body relaxed, and gave a small sigh of comfort. "Yeah... Not too fond of the hospital, anyway. But nah, I can survive," There was a small moment of pause as he kept his eyes fixed on her. He gave another small sigh before making his way towards her. He wasn't sure how to describe it, but there was something about her that shows itself much more than the rest of the people he knew. Loyalty? Perhaps. Determination? Maybe. Trust? It's there alright. It just needs a little bit more time to surface itself. It's kinda hard to explain with just words. What's more with his limited knowledge about... anything, about her. But if there's one thing he could be sure? "I'm glad I got to know you," He said, flashing her a smile that shouldn't be possible with the state he's in right now- BANG!!! His eyes shot wide open in shock, though he couldn't physically feel it as much. He felt something ripping a hole on his back. Next moment he felt something exploding in the right side of his torso. He couldn't react much to it, before he slumped to the ground, motionless, sticky red liquid forming a puddle around him. Edited by Fin, Mar 15 2011, 07:11 PM.
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| Sujin | Mar 19 2011, 01:27 PM Post #13 |
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While Robyn brushed some of the flour from earlier off her shirt and out of her hair, she looked back at the flickering ball of fire; the flames reflected in her eyes and the light illuminated her figure. She honestly doubted that anyone was left inside by the time she pulled the trigger on her gun to cause the explosion, or if they were, they were far enough away from the initial flour dusting that they still would have had time to evacuate out the back. She was satisfied with knowing she got her point across, and sometimes the threat of death has a greater effect than actually killing someone. "I'm glad I got to know you," Seth said quietly, and throughout all that had happened he was even able to smile at her although due to the shadows, she couldn't make it out. "It's a bit premature at this point to say you really know me," she responded nonchalantly, still keeping herself at a distance. Whether he liked it or not, he and the rest of the WDA were now dragged into her slowly-resurfacing past, and if those people didn't get the message today, it was likely they were going to make their own response some time in the future. BANG!!! The shot rang out even amongst the distant roar of the flames, and Robyn's first reaction was to duck behind cover as fast as possible. Her first assumption was that the gunman was coming from the direction of the warehouse, so she found something solid to put between herself and that direction of fire. She looked around to see if Seth had done the same and instead he was slumped over on the ground, a pool of liquid beginning to surround him...it was obvious he had been hit right in the torso. The sight caused her to feel a drop in the pit of her stomach, almost a sick feeling. It wasn't the blood or exploded muscular fibers that made her feel this way, it was mostly knowing that he'd been caught in the crossfire just because he was in the wrong place at the wrong time. BANG. . .BANG BANG!!! Three more shots fired off in the distance but didn't hit either of them, and by the sound of it, it was a handgun of some sort. Robyn wasn't going to let him lay there and get filled with more lead if he was the one at whom they were aiming, so she went against her own judgment to mitigate the situation. Normally Robyn would have neutralized the threat before she went out to help him, but the shadows and nearby foliage and crates causing the gunshots to echo in all directions, making it near impossible to pinpoint their assailant. She ran out to where Seth was and began firing shots in the direction of where she thought the bullets may be coming from, not so much trying to hit something as she was laying down a defensive line of fire for cover. Robyn grabbed Seth's arm and threw it over her neck for him to use as a prop and hefted him up as fast as she could. "Come on, I know it hurts but your legs still work," she said amongst the exchange of fire between her and whoever was targeting them. She practically carried him to behind a giant shipping container and sat him on the ground, lying him down once he was far enough out of the way. She took off the sweatshirt he'd been wearing and pressed the cloth into the exit wound on the front of his torso, placing his hands on top of it. Finally she propped his legs up so they were bent at 90-degree angles to relieve the pressure on his abdomen. "Stay here and press down on that. I'll be back as soon as the threat's gone," she instructed as she put her own hands on his to simulate what she wanted him to do. She then stood up, walked out into the open with both guns drawn, and scanned the area with her illuminated right eye. Part of a human silhouette was detected very near by and she wasted no time firing shot after shot into the person, hearing a few screams of pain as she did so. Robyn continued to hold up her weaponry as she walked toward the person, and once she came around the side of the pile of crates she noticed it was none other than her negotiator from earlier. She'd been shot in the side of the neck and in the arm, hair and clothes were a mess, and she was not happy in the least. Robyn held the woman at gunpoint to make sure she wouldn't do anything else crazy. "I'm going to assume those shots were meant for me, but you missed," Robyn said flatly. "I'm sorry I did," she said sarcastically. "What's it matter if I hit that kid, you tried to kill him yourself anyway," Eva spat as she held onto her neck with her hand to try and stop the bleeding. "I don't know what you think I am, but I don't throw myself into the same category as you mindless murderers," Robyn replied with a disgusted look on her face. "Which brings me to another point. Why were you so hell-bent on getting me to do this job?" Eva hacked a few times and coughed up a gob of blood before she continued to speak. "This wasn't just some smash-and-grab job...we could've hired anyone to do that. We were contacted by a third party to get you to do this...they were very persistent and persuasive...It was surprising that they'd be so interested in one person...since the organization was foreign and so widespread..." Robyn felt a very similar uneasiness as earlier overtake her, but this time it was mixed with a feeling of foreboding as the gears began turning while she anticipated what the woman was going to say. She couldn't get away from this forever, and she knew that. But she had hoped to hold out for longer. "Tell me who that third party is," Robyn demanded as she pressed the barrel of her gun against Eva's temple. "That'd be too easy," she replied with a gurgly laugh. "I hope they track you down and slowly rip out every fiber from every muscle of your body until the pain kills you...But even that might be too good for you, whoever the hell you are..." Knowing that was as good as she was going to get, she had enough pieces to put together the puzzle, and she didn't like the result she was getting. Robyn narrowed her eyes at Eva for her final statement, gripping her gun more tightly. "You've said enough. I don't care if there's one person after me or an entire army, I didn't get this far by being an easy target. It's too bad you didn't have the insight to bring better marksmen with you...my background should've been clue enough. And in case there was any confusion from earlier, no one so much as gets away with even looking at my crew the wrong way. You fire as many bullets as you want at me, but I will not tolerate any of them being collateral damage." As far as Seth knew from where he was, a final shot rang out, followed by a few moments of silence until the familiar sound of Robyn's boots on the pavement gradually grew louder the closer she approached. Her guns were holstered, but her expression looked...different. Was it tired? Maybe a bit crestfallen? Whatever it was was subtle, but it was definitely there. She walked back over to where she had left Seth and crouched down on one knee next to him. The girl paused for a few moments, looking over the result of the mess she'd gotten them into, being reminded of the reason she stayed away from others in the first place. This was exactly what she wanted to avoid, but couldn't. Robyn quietly spoke up whether or not he was conscious. "...I'm sorry..." |
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| Fin | Mar 20 2011, 05:13 AM Post #14 |
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"Don't talk to me like I'm dead or something," The tone was very matter-of-factly, as he quickly pushed himself up to a sitting position, but quickly regretted the sudden movement as he felt a throbbing pain in his guts, causing him to gasp as he clenched his bloody torso... with his broken arm? Come to think of it, shouldn't he have been dead by now due to blood loss? He shouldn't have been able to even move. "Nnhh..." He withdrew a hand drenched in blood from the supposed wound, confirming that the damage has been repaired. No more bleeding, but still quite painful. "If I were to rank this one... this'd be the third worst. Or best," He muttered to no one in particular. Try not to talk too much. I haven't taken out the bullet yet. We're going to the hospital for that. "Heeh?! But... but..." Believe me. You don't want to see how I do it, right here right now. He can't argue with that. The thought of ripping apart his own stomach to take out a certain something doesn't sound particularly appetizing, especially before dinner. He sighed at the unavoidable prospect of the hospital, before deciding to just deal with it. It's a much better alternative to walking around with a piece of lead in his intestine. Well, putting that aside for later, "Wanna get something to eat? I'm paying," Yeah right. With his minuscule paycheck? |
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| Sujin | Mar 21 2011, 01:40 PM Post #15 |
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"Don't talk to me like I'm dead or something." The retort she got was very abrupt and surprised her given the amount of pain he had just been in from the gunshot wound. Speaking of which, how was he even moving, let alone standing up like nothing was wrong? His clothes were still soaked with blood, but it looked like the hole had miraculously healed itself. That was...extremely convenient, but she wasn't aware that the bullet or fragments were still trapped inside of him. She didn't like the fact that he seemed to brush right past her, acting like nothing much had just happened. She couldn't believe she actually uttered an apology to this kid...she didn't apologize to anyone for anything. Robyn was still trying to come to terms with the new devastating information she'd just figured out by putting together a few bits of phrases together, and the lighthearted approach he took to everything at the moment was unnerving. She didn't lose her composure very much, especially not in public, but she was coming to the end of her rope. And no "hang in there!" kitten poster was going to fix it. Robyn found herself gritting her teeth together as she started going over everything that had happened. She'd vowed to start over with the WDA and leave her old life behind, but it drudged itself up and resurfaced. Not only that, but she'd gone against her promise as to how she was going to proceed with fights from then on, and instead she set fire to an entire building. Now she was being targeted by the one group she couldn't seem to shake, but given the fact that their claws were sunk into everything, it was surprising they left her alone at all. Once again she had blood on her hands and couldn't even keep a simple promise to herself to turn things around. Missions were no big deal for her, but all of this combined was rather overwhelming, and the boy wasn't helping matters. "Wanna get something to eat? I'm paying," he asked. Robyn drew in a deep breath before glancing over at him with a look that seemed to say "you have GOT to be kidding me," and it was moreso the angry variation than the non-believing variation. Was this what he did, just pretend like major events like this didn't mean anything? Was it a mental defense mechanism he'd worked up to keep himself from going insane? Of course in all reality he had no idea of the true gravity of the situation as far as what it meant for Robyn, but if nothing else, he did just get shot and previously attacked by his own colleague. She felt her heart rate start to increase and her hand balled itself into a fist, ready to hit the next closest thing as an outlet for her building discontent. The girl was a move away from picking up Seth and pummeling him to the ground for his insensitivity, but she redirected herself to slam a fist into the wall of the metal shipping container she had dragged him behind. She felt one or two of the knuckle bones crunch under the impact, some of the skin splitting as well, but this minor pain was the least of her worries. Robyn froze with her hand connected to the wall of the container as she fought back the wave of emotion that was threatening to overtake her, pushing down the film of tears that nearly spilled over. She normally didn't have reactions like this, and couldn't pin one specific thing that was making her upset, but for some reason it was acting like the straw that broke the camel's back. The blue-haired girl left Seth's food commentary unanswered while she bored a hole into the wall with her stare. She took a few deep breaths to attempt at collecting her composure, and turned away from him to start walking in the direction of the suburban area of Hyakuji. Although she had her usual stoic facial expression, it wasn't her usual walk of self-assured confidence, it was...something else. "If you're fine, go home, Seth," she said flatly while she walked along. The wind blew at her back as the fire at the warehouse continued to roar on at a distance, illuminating her back but casting the front of her figure in shadows. |
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