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Post by JazzBuddah on Aug 26, 2009 20:29:03 GMT -5
-Battle Angel RPG- Location: Moonshine pub 'Scrapyard City' Date: Sunday October 3rd, -ES 577- "Era after Sputnik" Time: 6:23 PM The rookie hunters passed through the broken scrapyard city as the shadow of Tiphares passed over the Moonshine pub. Each one of them had received a message over the net from Marcus 'Bishop' Bravadi, one of the top five bounty hunters that were still alive. Needless to say this was a once in a lifetime opportunity that non of them could pass up. Inside the place was relatively clean for a place that was constructed by junk that fell from the sky above. At the moment buisness was still slow. It wouldn't pick up for another two hours. At the moment the only two people at the bar were old and tired ex bounty hunters who were slowly losing their minds and memory and were barely held together by old gears and duck tape. As they entered a husky yellow cyborg stepped from behind the double doors. Seeing the team he smiled and rubbed his hands together. "Good good! Your all here! I hope you found the place alright." He then practically waddled over as the floor shook with every step. "My name is Chop. I'm Bishop's right hand man. I also dabble in firearm creation and repair." He then elbowed one of the newcomers and put on a wide smile. "But don't tell nobody...HA HA HA HAAA!" He then slapped the hunter on the back practically throwing him across the room. He then headed back for the door. "I'll get Bishop, he can't wait to meet you. In the meantime get to know each-other and the bar is free and open to you. Just ask the deckmen for whatever you want." With that said the deckman behind the bar saluted. "I wive to serve." It said in an odd robotic voice. Chop then laughed again. "Careful around #12. Each one of these deckmen have the brain of a convicted fellon. It's part of a rehibilitation program. Bishop volunteered to take in some of his bounties that servived decapitation. #12 was a serial kiler and still has some bad habits." With that said #12 came up behind one of the hunters and poked them with a fork. "I will destwoy you." It said as it continued poking. Chop just shook his head. "If he keeps this up his rehibilitation will be terminated and his brain sent up to Tiphares." Hearing this the deckman paniced, dropped the fork and continued to sweep the floor. Grabbing a remote Chop turned on the TV. "I hope you like motorball, tonight it's the battle angel v.s. the south city cyborgs. Anyways I'll be right back." -Click here to watch motorball-
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Post by NotAvailable on Aug 26, 2009 20:44:06 GMT -5
(Hope this meant we could start...)
Clarissa quirked an eyebrow and rubbed at the sore spot on her back, where she was poked. She then glanced at the deckmen oddly.
"Talk about invading your personal space..." she trailed off. So far everyone she's met had been mighty bizarre. One with extremely dark sense of humor. A bunch of old timers that seemed to have been obselete and worn down completely...hell even the people she were around didn't seem to be the merry bunch.
Her thoughts were interrupted as she heard the announcements posting from the television. She wasn't into sports so she just took a seat on a nearby stool, crossing her legs as she did so.
"Sooo my name's Clarissa and I'm an alcoholic," she said aloud.
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Post by Purple4Stephen on Aug 26, 2009 20:54:40 GMT -5
Just as Saix was done with a long and money worth bounty, he recieves a message the Net from a person called "Bishop". "Hah this looks promising,and i might even be able to buy that damn part finnaly". Saix heads to the bar and there he finds out that aparently he wasnt the only one who got the message. He takes a seat away from the others and rests his holstered sword right next to him. And then a Deckman approaches him and starts acting oddly. "I dont know whats your problem "scrap" but im hire to see a man named Bishop...So bazz off" Saix said in a polite warning way.
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Post by Reaper on Aug 26, 2009 21:17:55 GMT -5
Dark looked around the bar before letting out a sigh. She crossed her arms and leaned against the wall. Her invitation never mentioned anything about anyone else. Then again. Why was Marcus sending her a invitation when she just lived upstairs. "Er- he didn't want to face me," she growled under her breath. Her nails diged slightly into her arm as she thought about working with someone. The thought alone sent furry threw her. Last couple of times she worked with others they turned around to stab her in the back . . . literally. If anyone would have the sense enough to ask about the money. She didn't care about it. She never cared about the money. All she wanted was revenge, but in the end she just had more bodies on her hands. Sighing heavily she walked past the tables ignoring the others. She was already here so her best bet was just to hear what had to be said and then give him an ear full later. She sat at the bar stool adjusting her weapon's pole a bit. Looking up as the Deckman came around.
"Usual," she said lightly as she sat her hands on the bar. She looked down at the table before closing her eyes. Resting slightly but her senses were on their best. Even when the Deckman reached for the knife laying on the counter. "Touch it, and see how long it takes me to take you apart," she said as she looked at him with a cold glare. He twitched as if in thought, and then set her glass down before heading out to the others. "Rehabilitate a serial killer . . . yeah . . . good idea," she mumbled as she took the drink and quickly downed it. Setting it back down she went into her mediative state once more.
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Post by NotAvailable on Aug 26, 2009 21:23:30 GMT -5
Clarissa groaned. "What a buncha stiffs. Where's the fun in a pursed lip lifestyle?" she said loud enough for them to hear. If she was gonna have to work with these people, she'd atleast expect a friendly, 'hello'. Course judging by their stern faces and their tightly-wound body language, they weren't gonna unwind anytime soon.
"Tough crowd, tough crowd...hey, barkeep, machine thing! Get me a shot of whatever's your strongest, please," she told the deckmen at the counter. This was gonna be one intensely long night. The money wouldbe so worth it though. She and her father needed it pretty badly as of now.
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Post by JazzBuddah on Aug 26, 2009 21:39:45 GMT -5
The deckman frowned at Clarissa. "I'm not a mwassine." The deckman objected. "I've got a bwain. They just pwut us in wese bodies so we can't hurt nobwody." He then began wiping off the bar. "How do they expect mwe to meet chicks like wis? I can't even speak wight cause of the labatomy." He then looked at Dark. "Don't be so cowld. You haven't had work for weeks." He then looked over at Clarrissa. "If you willy are an alcohowic you should have Bishop install a 'AA' nueral chip in your head. That would do the twick."
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Post by NotAvailable on Aug 26, 2009 21:44:32 GMT -5
Clarissa knitted her eyebrows at the deckmen apologetically. "I'm sorry. I was just teasing is all. You're cute! Honest! If I were er...If I were like you, I'd totally date you," she said, patting him on the back. She couldn't help but smile afterward.
"I'm not really an alcoholic, I was just tryin' ta break the ice. Didn't work out, obviously. Are these people alawys like this?" she asked, leaning in closer to him and cupping her mouth with one hand.
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Post by Purple4Stephen on Aug 26, 2009 21:51:07 GMT -5
Saix carefully watches all of the hunters looking for any usefull hints,then he takes out a few chips out of his pocketbag and calls the Deckman. "Hey "scrap" i changed my mind,give me something strong,just dont make it deadly strong,last time somebody tryed to poison me i got the antidote and his spleen before the poison kicked in" Saix said giving the deckman a sharp look. Saix takes another look around the bar and then at the hunters. Taking his time on the females. "This is realy gonna be some wild party" Saix thinks to himself.
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Post by JazzBuddah on Aug 26, 2009 22:20:09 GMT -5
(OOC, I can't introduce Bisop until tomarrow. i want to see if the others show. if not I'll start things up)
The deckman instantly blushed. "Aww shucks." He then looked around and leaned in. "Well I don't know thweese personally, but usually this pwace doesn't take off untill eight. We stay open twill thwee. Bishop has a swoft spot for old hunters so he wets these old guys lounge here." The Deckman then looked at Saix and waved his hands. "Evweything is complimwentary today for you." He then began working on the hunters drink just as Chop came out from the back room.
"Don't worry about the deckmen. The labotomy prevents them from touching lethal objects such as guns. However they never programed them not to touch silverwear so sometimes they go with what they can. Old habbits die hard. You know in the past all brains recovered during bounty hunting were sent straight up the cables to the city in the sky. Not sure what they want convict brains for though." He then poked the deckman on the forehead. "Archie here only has three years of servatude left. After that he will be the first deckman convict to be placed back into a body." The deckman then looked at Clarissa and winked at her.
"Bishop's in surgery right now. It looks like it could take some time." He then slapped Saix hard on the back. "This is the only bar where we tell hunters to break a leg...AND MEAN IT...HA HA HA HAAA!" He laughed as his belly shaked like some cybernetic santa. "There should be others arriving but I can let you in on what you can expect. Bishop wanted to put a team together, wouldn't even tell me why. Anyways, he said he chose you all for certain attributes that made you stand out from the others even though you're new to the field. I can tell you that Bishop recieves tips on a regular basis concerning bounties before they are even made public so you all will have first crack at the job. You all will also be given free room, board and meals in the hotel above the bar." He then went over to one of the booths and sat down. "So, are you guys going to tell me your tales or do I have to arm wrestle you for it...HA HA HA HAAA!"
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Post by NotAvailable on Aug 26, 2009 22:27:20 GMT -5
Clarissa tilted her head as she intently listened to Chop's little announcement. Upon being informed of the deckman's soon to be human state, she rubbed the back of her neck nervously, laughing in the same manner. "I guess uh, you can look me up then if that ever happens?" she joked.
It was odd though. It was almost as if she were being watched. This 'Bishop' guy must have something up his sleeve for them. She didn't really have a bad feeling about it or him, whoever he was, but she had this gut feeling that things were gonna get heated.
"Well then,Chop. I'll speak first since everyone here doesn't seem to wanna give a damn. I'm Clarissa, obviously. I use to be a pick pocket, I use to confiscate a couple body parts here and there and then I decided I wanted to protect. Now I'm flat broke because of it and my father and I are in terrible debt. Sucks huh?"
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Post by Purple4Stephen on Aug 26, 2009 22:31:06 GMT -5
After Saix's conversation with Bishops lapdog he started to wonder. "Hmm going trough all the trouble of free meals and drinks and rooms and even trying to make a team with all of these tough guys...This bounty must be worth it....Hmm, maybe i will stick around" Then Saix hears that the Bishops lapdog wants to hear peoples stories or he wants to have an arm wrestle... "Normaly i would hate to say no to an arm wrestle..." Saix sayd pridefully displaying his left augmented arm on the table and twitching his hand... "I think i had enough...killing for today,my story is pretty much ordenary...classic around these hoods. Parents killed....Living with my sibling and my close friend....And winning many races on the tracks...just a usual...Oh yeah and my name is Saix...But you can just cal me..." Looks at one of the girls. "Whenever you like..." Saix ends his story with a smirk.
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Post by JazzBuddah on Aug 27, 2009 0:44:48 GMT -5
At that very moment there was a blast from the back room and a man was thrown across the room while his cloths were still smoldering. Next a second man ran through the double doors followed by Bishop dawning a white apron that was covered in blood. With a large gun in his right plain hand he raised his left mechanical hand at the running man. With a twitch of his wrist his fingers turned into spikes and elongated piercing the mans flesh and pinning him to the wall. Leaving his tips to hold up the hoodlem, he watched as the man he shot got up to run out the door.
"Not a chance!" He said as he reached into his jacket pocket. Grabbing a metallic sphere he through it at the escaping individual. Once the orb hit the back of the fleeing man large chords shot out and entangled him bringing him down to the ground. He then looked at everyone realising who they were. He smiled and tilted his head. "Jerk tried to muscle me out of a proper transaction." He then looked up at the pinned man who was whimpering. "Next time you should check who your swindling. Information is the most important weapon." He said cleaning off his gun with his apron. He then looked at Dark.
"Dark, this guy tried to make off with one of my best arms." He then looked at some of the blades hung up on the wall. "Could you get my gear back?" He then smirked. "No need for anistetic either." He then looked at the people who he had invited. "I'm sorry for the odd welcome. I do have a business to run since I'm not in the game anymore." He then took his apron up and hung it on a coat tree. He then walked up to them. "You can call me Bishop, that's my hunter name after all. I apologize for not giving you much information but I had to make sure that I got to you before you got absorbed too much into your new employment. Come here and have a seat." He said heading over to a booth.
"People who get into bounty hunting often join for the wrong reasons or become corrupted by the lifestyle without the proper guidance. I need a team of hunters that learn the true nature of combat and fighting and not become corrupted by the thrill of the kill and greed. Before I explain why your here do you have any questions for me?" He asked politely.
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Post by NotAvailable on Aug 27, 2009 0:51:13 GMT -5
Clarissa had chuckled at Saix's last minute attempt at a flirt. As she did, however, things got shaky and the next thing she knew there was someone rushing through a door and then another man running after him, screamin. Then suddenly the man was pinned down via elongated spikes that shot out from the other man's fingers.
After his odd, but amusing, introduction, she was the first to sit across from him. "Nice. So you're 'Bishop' huh? Howcome you need a buncha ragtag, do-gooders to team up all so sudden?"she asked with a twang of playful sarcasm.
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Post by Reaper on Aug 27, 2009 1:04:50 GMT -5
Dark grinned slightly as she opened her eyes. She looked at Marcus and then toward the man who had tried to run away. Both of them really didn't seem to know who they just tried to steal from. An one of them was just about to learn the lesson the hard way. With a dark grin she walked past the others, and to the man who had just failed at escape. Of course he was going to live to see the next day, but the pain from it would probably linger for quite some time She stopped and looked at the man for a moment studying his arm. "Always with the nice work on these things," she spoke out. Grinning a bit as she reached up gripping the upper portion of the arm she looked at the man and smiled. "Human bodies are such fragile things." An with that she gripped his shoulder with her other hand, and pulled. There was a blood curdling scream as the arm was pulled off the man. He fell to the ground gripping his shoulders.
"Pathetic being," she growled as she gripped his neck and pulled him toward the door. She was fully human, but she didn't care to much to act like it. In her mind showing weakness was like putting out an invitation for death. She threw the man out the door, and walked with the arm to the back and placed it securely on the table. Walking back out she looked at Marcus once more, and then let out a sigh before taking her set at the table once more.
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Post by Mikey on Aug 27, 2009 9:08:40 GMT -5
Richard sat on a stool, sipping the glass of water in front of him. He’d been sitting here for quite some time, doing his best to look inconspicuous and unrecognized. It seemed to be working. The other players in the game had already come and been BS’ing for quite some time, and no one had said so much as a word or even taken interest in him. He liked it that way.
He’d observed everyone messing with the killer silverware patrol, the cut and run antics of the guy trying to steal an arm. He had to admit, he had stolen a lot of things in his time. But an arm. That was new. And when he was… disarmed, Richard had to hold back a grin. He’d once heard of an old civilization that would cut off the hand of a thief if they were caught. This was a whole new level of that. He was happy he had never tried to steal a limb, especially with the way the woman had taken it off.
He saw the people gathering around the booth, around Marcus, and he got up to wander over there. He leaned against the wall, pretending he was looking outside, but listening to everything that was said. He wanted to know if this was worth his time or not. Best not to agree to something until you knew you liked the idea. Never agree to something unless you were going to see it through. But, judging by the way they were talking, it sounded like something big. Unique. Challenging. He did like a challenge…
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