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Post by NotAvailable on Sept 3, 2009 18:33:28 GMT -5
Clarissa waited for everyone to leave before looking up at the time. She'd had some things to take of herself, but couldn't really find it in her to get up and walk all the way home to do it. Contemplating that for a moment, she hesitantly got to her feet and started for the door, grasping onto her jacket as she did so.
"Chop, I've gotta run and pick some stuff up from my dad's. I'll be back in no more than an hour," she told him, closing the door behind her. That said, she walked out into the cold night air, bundling herself up in her jacket.
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Post by JazzBuddah on Sept 3, 2009 23:35:54 GMT -5
-Night Over-
Two weeks went by of intense training under the watchful eyes of Chop and Bishop. Over time they began perfecting their moves, learning to control and become aware of their own energy. Every night the three would go to bed beaten and tired and wake up the next morning being thrown right back into training each day harder than the next. While they trained Bishop worked hard grilling his contacts for new information regarding bounties. The hunters outside had become bloodthirsty and ruthless, some not even caring to returning the heads for money. Each day the three dreaded the training room more and more....until one day in late October....
Chop climbed up the stairs, every step creeking underneath the weight of his massive armor. Once on top he stretched out, not that it helped a stiffening body but more out of habit than anything else. He first went to Dark's room and knocked. "Hey, Bishop let you sleep in until ten as a halloween treat but it's time to wake up." He then went to Clarissa's door and knocked. "If you had too much to drink we have fresh coffee downstairs ready and waiting." He then knocked on Saix's door. "Chamber just got in some new weapon augments straight from the factory." After his failure to wake them up he leaned on the far wall and waited for the right moment. "Oh...and Bishop's downstairs with your first target."
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Post by NotAvailable on Sept 4, 2009 3:05:04 GMT -5
Clarissa was lying in bed, her body sore and still tired. She heard Chop talking, she just at the moment could care less. She was hurting bad. Eventually when she heardabout their supposed, 'Target', she forced herself up and walked over to grab her jacket. Wrapping it around her shoulders, she sighed glancing over at her shotgun.
"I'll get it later..." she said tiredly. Glancing at the cracked mirror in the room, she sighed deeply, poking at a new scar. Her body was riddled with scars now. She had maybe three when she first came in, but now... Exhausted, she creeked open the door, peeking out at Chop.
"This better be good...I'm tired and I wanted to do nothing but lay around today..."she muttered, dryly. Walking passed him, she descended the stairs,walked up to the counter and asked for some coffee. She was hungry, but she was just too tired to even eat.
"Crackin' the whip late today, boss?" she joked, looking over at Bishop.
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Post by Reaper on Sept 5, 2009 12:13:40 GMT -5
Dark sat on the floor of her room. Her window open as she let the breeze blow into her room. She was up at her usual time, but like ever other time she sat in her room or on the roof meditating. Though for the past two weeks she didn't sit on the roof. She was waiting for the call to head to training. Many fixed halberds and daggers latter she had come to realize that training wasn't going to be as easy as she thought it was going to be. Dark smirked in her empty thoughts about how her body would look, or how her muscles would feel the next day if it wasn't for her little remedy. Growing up on a farm she learned a few things about the plants and they helped her out as she went along as a bounty hunter. She had always been intent on keeping her looks, and lately it was because of a certain someone. Still looks could always miss lead people as well, and it made her job easer at time. A hunter who looked like they never been in a fight in there life is more apt to be underestimated than one who looks like they been threw a ringer quite a few times.
Shaking her head as she stood up. She looked out the window before shutting it. Such a dry place thanks to the city above. She missed the rain, and missed her family greatly. But that was in the past, and she had to move on. She grabbed her daggers, and placed them beneath her armor on her backside. She then grabbed her halberd, and placed it in it's holder on her backside. Opening the door she looked at chop and nodded. Shutting it back she headed down the stairs. She took her seat at the bar and brought her hands up to the counter. Resting her hands together, and resting her head on her hands as she closed her eyes. Once more going back to her meditative state, but this time a lot more aware of their surroundings.
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Post by NotAvailable on Sept 6, 2009 4:10:11 GMT -5
OOC: If noone's gonna post then I guess I will...
Clarissa sighed, apparently no one was in a playful mood. Course, at the moment, she really didn't wanna be messed with either. Taking in another breath, she took a drink out of the coffee mug given to her. She scrunched her nose up and stuck her tongue out a little. It was extremely bitter.
"Urgh, black coffee is a no-no, Arch," she said, reaching over to grab some packets of cream and sugar. Stirring about eight packs each into the cup, she looked around, everyone seemed to be impatiently awaiting Saix. He was always late to meetings and training.
The longer they waited, the more ackward the silence had become. After all this time, she'd figured they'd have gotten over their anti-social anxieties. They spent enough time for that atleast...of course it just didn't seem that way.
"Aaackwaaard..." she said in a silly tone. Still no laughter or smiles. Frowning she shrugged and crossed her legs, kicking the leg ontop of the other as she took another sip out of her mug.
Who am I kidding? I'm as exhausted and uncaring as the rest of these people...I should act more like it....
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Post by JazzBuddah on Sept 6, 2009 12:53:43 GMT -5
Bishop walked in with an apron on fresh out of surgery. Like always he took it off and hung it up on the coat rack letting the blood gather up like always in a pool down below. Walking behind the bar he put on a sour face looking at the two. "You two don't look that good. I shutter to think how you'll look when we start training for real." He joked. Looking at the two he could see that they were not in the mood. "Alright, I'm sorry but I do come bearing two gifts. The first is that there is no training today and the second is that I have our first paycheck." He said as he turned on the monitor behind the bar. Up came a picture of an elderly looking man.
"This is Archobald Windgates. His bounty will earn you each 4,000 chips. He has no criminal record, he is of no public thread and he 126 years old." He then click a button on his remote and then the images of a battleborg and sleek human with several scars came on screen. "Archobold is a professor and these are two of his 'faithful' students who are rather protective. Gaven Weaver and Malcom Brennor. One a low level combatant in the cyber battles being held at the colosium, the other a master in drunken boxing. They're record is squeeky clean so if they get killed in the process it'll come out of your pay. No penalties for amputation, only decapitation or brain death." He then put the image back on the porfessor.
"The factory wants Archobold because of what he has and what he knows. He claims to be the last living history professor in all of Scrapyard city. As you may know all knowledge about our lives before three-hundred years ago is a complete mystery mainly due to the short lifespan of individuals today restricting the handing down of information between generations. The Factory has come to know that the professor has found some books that shed some light onto our past and doesn't want the information getting out. They want his head and they want his books." He then looked at the two of them. "But I want them both as well." He then turned off the screen and began pouring himself some coffee.
"This man doesn't deserve his fate. The only thing we can do is get to him first and show him as much mercy as we can. Your job is to go and subdue his two bodyguards. Once that is complete collect the professors head." Bishop then put a metallic rod on the table as well as a medical kit. "Don't due it the hunter way though. Knock him out before taking the head." He then pointed to the rod. "Press the button and it will unfold into a containing unit. Put the head in there when your done." He then put another item on the table which looked like a large price scanner. "The factory will want to destroy the book. Make sure to ask the professor which books are important. Once finding the books scan them with this and it will copy down all the information using a multi-level scanner." He then placed two radios on the table.
"You won't be taking the head to the factory like most bounties. They want you to contact them right away so they can drive in and burn the place down and retrieve the head. Be careful, someones most likely monitoring the channel. The second you radio it in there are bound to be a few vultures who want to swope in and steal your meal ticket." He then scratched his head and looked at the cieling. "Once they've taken the brain I've hired a....specialist...to retrieve it so I can place it into a deckman unit." He then pointed at Chop. "Chop will be joining you on this mission, Saix appears to be injured due to training and may be joining you later. Unless there are any questions you should go gear up and come back here so I can give you the address."
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Post by Reaper on Sept 6, 2009 13:29:32 GMT -5
"I'm ready to head out," Dark said as she looked up at the screen. She then looked over to Bishop and Chop. "You know you'll have a lot on your hands once we get those books," she pointed out. She picked up her radio and placed it on her belt, and picked up the rod as well. "Alright, when your ready," she said looking at Clarissa. She looked around the bar, before looking back to Bishop and Chop. "I'm wondering if there are going to be people after this guy for other things," she said as she took a seat on the stool once more. "If there is we may have more issues than we need, and more skilled fighters than we're use to," she pointed out.
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Post by JazzBuddah on Sept 6, 2009 14:02:55 GMT -5
Bishop smiled. "I think I can steal one little brain from the factory. Even if by some miracle they catch me I have enough credit to my name that all it would do is put a little dent in my record. Kinda takes the thrill outta it really." Reaching behind the counter he handed then both two slender boxes. "Inside is a healing tattoo. It'll release medical nanites into your bloodstream and instantly heal you when things get bad. It's a low level augment so you can only use it once. He then handed Clarissa a map with the destination on it.  The 'library' is in the utilities zone near the waste management center so it's going to stink. Be careful cause they keep barrels filled with explosive material all over that place. Since there are only two of you for now Chop will give you a ride there." Walking outside the two were suprised to watch Chops transformation. His legs folded into a perfect sphere as his head sunk into his body. Two of his shoulder compartments opened up to create make-shift seats with handlebars on each shoulder. "All aboard!" Chop stated. |
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Post by NotAvailable on Sept 6, 2009 16:51:09 GMT -5
Clarissa clipped the radio to her belt and removed her jacket from resting on her shoulders , sticking her arms into the sleeves. As she did this, Bishop showed her the map where their target was located, pointing at the section where Waste Management was. Nodding she shifted around a little and saluted him.
"Alright, gotcha,boss," she said, takingthe map and folding it up. She stuck it in her pouch and ran upstairs. "I gotta get my shotgun!" she said, running down the hallas soon as she came up the staircase. She swungthe door open, grasped onto her weapon and started back down the hall, down the stairs and was walking out the door.
"Woah Chop! Excellent tranformation, my friend!" she told him, climbing onto a seat.
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Post by Reaper on Sept 6, 2009 19:10:47 GMT -5
Dark climbed on the back as Clarissa climbed on the front. She adjusted her halberd so the long pole wasn't touching the ground. "If I take off just continue on. I'll meet you there. It will probably be better that we take this from multiple angel's anywise," she pointed off. She looked at Marcus and nodded. "We'll get you what you need," she said before Chop took off. She looked up toward the floating city above their heads. Her own mind wondering to many things about that place, and about Marcus. Though she figured when the time came that maybe he would tell her what it was. She had some sort of an idea, but never really pressured it because she knew that everyone had their secrets and some didn't need to be pried into.
"Clarissa let me see the map," she said. Taking it from her she quickly looked it over before handing it back. "Alright. Our best bet is to take this on from two points. I'll take the top of the building. Why don't you and Chop take the ground just encase his body guards show up. An watch out for other hunters," she pointed out. "Anyone have any problems holler over the radio." She stood up slightly extending the wings on her halberd. Letting the wind take her she quickly hit the air. She shifted to head off into another direction to approach the building from the back.
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Post by NotAvailable on Sept 6, 2009 19:50:46 GMT -5
Clarissa watched as Dark flew off and nodded a little to herself. Atleast she had gotten the chance to do some real hunting. It'd been awhile since she went off to collect a bounty. She wasn't as worried about the bodyguards at all. Oddly she was excited about meeting them. It'd be the first time in months where she'd have some kinda fun.
"Well, I guess it's just me and you for now, Chop. Let's go get that bounty."
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Post by Purple4Stephen on Sept 7, 2009 3:23:53 GMT -5
((OOC:Sorry guys been busy a lot here with school and all. I can barely have any time for fun))
As everyone was leaving for their mission Saix got out of his room using his holstered sword as something to lean on as his left leg was injured and he couldnt stand.
His right arm was in bandages too.
"Hey whats going on?"
He asked Bishop as he saw everyone leaving.
"Where are they going? Are they going to fight? Because i am tottaly up for some real fighting"
Saix tries to raise his sword in his left hand but he falls to his knees.
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Post by JazzBuddah on Sept 7, 2009 23:34:45 GMT -5
OOC: purple, am i to assume your going to just take a break from this rp for awhile or do you actually want to RP not being in the battle? After Dark took off onto the rooftops Chop turned a sharp corner around the waste facility. They then came to a straight-a-way and standing thirty yards away was a thin red and black cyborg standing in thier path. "That's him." He said. "Get ready to jump. You go over and attack from behind after I engage." With that said Chop began folding back into his normal form and used his hand to toss Clarissa high into the air vaulting her over the opposing cyborg.  After launching Clarissa, Chop went into a roll as he loaded an explosive round into the slug launcher. Coming to a kneeling stop he aimed and fired the slug. When it was halfway towards its mark a matallic chord shot out of the cyborgs chest and grabbed the projectile mid-air after which he tossed it aside causing it to explode against the wall of the waste facility. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ As Dark danced across the rooftops heading for the library, she was suddenly stopped by a flying brick. Looking over to the next rooftop she spotted an odd looking man with an extended foot next to some loose bricks. He then lowered his shades and looked up.  "Yo." He said smiling at her. Raising his hand he took out his cigerette and exhaled. "You're cute for a hunter chick. To be honest I'm kinda relieved. We've been waiting out here forever after the bounty went up, waiting for the professor to pack up and get outta dodge but he's old you know?" He then climbed to his feet cracking his neck. "But that old man's like a father to me. You can't have his head." With a single finger flick he tossed the cigerette infront of him. With his other hand he popped open the cork to the gorde at his side and instantly a spray of liquid shot out. As soon as it hit the cigerette it bust into flames sending a fireball at Dark. OOC: Heres how combat works. You state what attack your character is executing and what you desire the result toi be. In my post I'll let you know whether the attack lands and how succesful you are. |
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Post by NotAvailable on Sept 8, 2009 1:21:49 GMT -5
After watching Chop's attack immediately fail, Clarissa was standing little ways behind the cyborg, loading her weapon slowly. She glanced at her opponent and scoffed. "Well aren't we moody?" she said, cocking the shotgun right afterwards. That said, she aimed the barrel at it's back and closed one eye with a smirk on her face.
"Well let's see what you can do, shall we?" Finishing that statement, she sentof two rounds at the thing, to see just how he'd avoid it.
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Post by Reaper on Sept 8, 2009 9:34:19 GMT -5
Dark tilted her head for a moment in thought, and as the fireball grew closer she flipped out of the way ending it with a handspring and another flip before hitting her feet. "It's already hot enough out here. You don't have to make it worse," she said as she looked at him. She grinned slightly as she let the wings on her halberd extend once more. She shifted letting the faint wind pick up her wings and pull her into the air. "I'm Dark, and I was given strick orders not to kill you," she said as she headed straight for him. "You are a fight, a good human fighter. An I don't want to take you limbs from you either, but I will do what needs to be done."
She retracted her wings at the last moment. Using the momentom she had she pulled her halberd out of it's holder, and as she hit the same roof she brought the halberd down striking the roof. Causing it to spider and crack under his feet. She looked up at him and grinned. "If you only knew the truth as to why me and my friends are here, but why would you believe a hunter," she said as she raised the halberd and swung the pole end at his head.
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