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Post by Syrant on May 18, 2004 18:40:24 GMT -5
"Well then I guess half of our job is done." *Syrant looks down at the destroyed mess, disappointed* "I was hoping this would have been more of a challenge."
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Post by Thanatos on May 18, 2004 19:07:04 GMT -5
*Thanatos stands beside him, casting one final look at the wreckage before turning on his heel, his voice just reaching Syrant's ears* "The other will be more difficult, fear not." *The assassin walks calmly down the corridor without another word, Syrant patiently following...*
The two make their way silently out of the building now completely devoid of human life, making only one stop along the way. At about the tenth floor, Thanatos stops, without pause stepping off the staircase and into a large room that holds nothing more than a heavily reinforced walk-in metal safe. Thanatos takes several seconds to just examine it--its obvious recent use, yet far more obvious state of disrepair--before striding up to it, the computerized lock opening before him without even a touch. Syrant stands outside while Thanatos counts heavy golden coins off of the vault shelves, after reaching a certain amount walking out again, handing Syrant almost half of them, even though no words are spoken. With no further incident the two leave the building behind them, barren, but with no evidence save bodies, and no crime scene save a crater.
Thanatos and Syrant make their way quietly through the still-deserted streets of the pit that is Saphire City, Thanatos stopping the motorcycle at a dingy bar in the midst of the slums of the sleeping city. He steps out of the vehicle, spinning his cane from the folds of his overcoat as he speaks for the first time in over an hour...
"This bar is a front of the Syndicate...the real complex will be beneath the cellars. Be alert...this organization specializes in the use of all sorts of technology salvaged from the Ruined City...namely, my lesser 'brethren'."
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Post by Syrant on May 19, 2004 15:08:46 GMT -5
*Syrant looks carefully at the bar and looks at Thanatos.* "Well it seems you know most about this place so lead on." *Syrant then takes one last quick look to make sure his guns are fully loaded.*
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Post by Thanatos on May 20, 2004 17:22:06 GMT -5
*Thanatos nods detatchedly and leads the way into the grimy bar, taking a long time to look about before speaking very quietly to Syrant, the dozen men in the establishment beginning to look suscpiciously at the two* "There is lost technology here...every man has an accurate firearm, and there is a Mark I behind the bar. Chances of survival are slim. You will proceed?"
*The android patiently awaits an answer, even as the laughing men begin to call out to the newcomers* "Fresh meat, eh?" "Haha...a bit too cocky to be comin' to *this* bar!" "Or just too stupid to know better!" *The men roar with laughter, even as many begin to reach into their holsters for their weapons* "I think we should carve 'em up..." "Yeah! Carve 'em up!" *More laughter...but there is too much talk, not enough action. Thanatos bears this in mind, even as the words escape Syrant's lips--*
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Post by Syrant on May 28, 2004 15:02:27 GMT -5
*At the thought of a good challenge Syrant grins.* "Yes let us proceed I'm interested in fighting more like yourself." *Syrant grips onto both of his guns and readys himself to attack.*
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Post by Thanatos on May 28, 2004 23:19:00 GMT -5
*Thanatos nods silently to Syrant, without warning pulling from the folds of his overcoat two of his long, razor-sharp daggers, which he casts accurately at the closest two of the twelve taunting men. The two gurgle, the instruments of death lodging deeply in their throats, before collapsing to the ground*
*Thanatos notes the second the other ten men waste to register the death of their two comrades, a second which provides all the opportunity necessary for Thanatos to jump back onto a table, one foot kicking into the neck of another man, downing him instantly with a resounding snap. The assassin continues across the table, jumping off the other side, using his momentum to flip it over to provide cover against much the rest of the bar. Thanatos finds himself in a perfect crouching position behind adequate cover, just as the bullets begin to fly...*
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Post by electra on Jun 2, 2004 20:16:39 GMT -5
*Pink smoke emerges from inside Thanatos's jacket. Thanatos looks at his arms as he sees two extra hands (with pink fingernails) popping out of the arm holes*
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Post by Thanatos on Jun 2, 2004 20:52:40 GMT -5
*From the relative safety of the couch, Thanatos looks vacantly at the extra pair of arms sticking out of his sleeves, and feels the extra weight on his body as something wriggles inside his overcoat. The table is rapidly being cut away by the concentrated fire of the men, but Thanatos wastes a precious second attempting to grasp precisely what is happening with this new series of events. None can catch him unawares, and certainly he would have felt someone slipping into the overcoat he himself was wearing...*
*...at that split period of time, Thanatos glimpses the pink fingernails of the hand, and a good many things become clear. He speaks softly and quickly, seemingly to thin air*
"I am taking off the overcoat. Try to get out..."
*Thanatos quickly slips off his massive overcoat, working speedily with Electra so, after another two or three seconds, the overcoat lies on the ground, the pink-clad teenager freeing herself from it. Thanatos looks to his right to see Syrant having just found cover, and evidently having slain two more thugs in the process, only gaining a slight wound across his side*
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Post by electra on Jun 3, 2004 13:50:44 GMT -5
*Electra pulls herself out of the overvcoat's tail. She holds the coat within her arms out of Thanatos's reach. She watches his facial expressions as she talks*
"Thanatos, next time I recommend you go to the bathroom. This needs to be washed before you wear it again."
*She pulls out a love bead and presses a button combination where the overcoat is moved to the inside of the love bead. She replaces the bead into her pocket.*
"Your coat will be safe with me."
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Post by Thanatos on Jun 3, 2004 20:55:01 GMT -5
*Thanatos' usually blank features turn very slightly into a frown as his overcoat is confiscated, as well as several of his weapons*
"What is the purpose in taking the majority of my armaments?"
*At this moment a particularly large piece of the table is blown off, Thanatos in a blur pushing Electra to the ground to avoid a hail of bullets pounding their rapidly-dwindling place of safety. The cover almost completely gone, Thanatos speaks in his normal, controlled voice, even as more bits of table are blown off*
"It is not safe here. Are you prepared to fight...?"
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Post by electra on Jun 3, 2004 21:12:55 GMT -5
"Oh, I am ready."
*She grabs a pink love bead from the opposite pocket. She enters in the button combination to form a sheild around everyone. It then releases a pink gas that makes people fall to the ground with laughter.*
"Laughing gas."
*Giggles*
"I stole your jacket because black is such a dull color. It will be bright and cheery by the time you recieve it back. And don't worry, I've made sure it is permanent so nothing EVER happens to the color. Neon Orange will fit you well."
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Post by Thanatos on Jun 3, 2004 21:35:09 GMT -5
*Thanatos gazes at Electra in silence as she incapacitates the remaining enemies, and then tells him about his lack of cheeriness. The assassin shrugs, motioning for Syrant to come closer. Thanatos speaks a few quick words into the gunman's ear, gesturing to the uncontrollably laughing men, before turning back to Electra, speaking with what might possibly be annoyance*
"You are endangering all of us by stealing my coat, however, there are other ways to handle the situation at hand. And be wary of the Mark I hiding behind the bar..."
*Thanatos digs about in the various pockets of his prim tuxedo for a dagger, drawing one out just as a strange device jumps on top of the bar tabletop*
*The device appears to simply be a small tread supporting a fairly large gun, a laser pointer at its center. The red dot from the weapon begins to move to train on Electra, who is currently standing in the middle of the bar, without cover...*
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Post by electra on Jun 3, 2004 21:41:25 GMT -5
*Electra runs until she finds safety behind another table. She grabs her love beads and forms another sheild around her to protect her.*
"Thanatos, you are awful!! Why do you put me in such danger. Hmm...Maybe I should dye your jacket tye-dye. With peace signs and flowers....This will be fun."
*She smiles.*;D
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Post by Thanatos on Jun 3, 2004 22:01:24 GMT -5
*The robot fires, gunshots echoing throughout the bar as the laser pointer follows inches behind her feet, its bullets tearing apart the boards behind her. As the last bullet hits her shield and does not seem to affect it, the Mark I begins to search for another target. It does not get far, however; a second after it stops firing at Electra, a dagger flies out of nowhere and through the barrel of the gun, instantly disabling the device. Thanatos walks over to where Electra is shielded*
"It was not my intention to place you in danger. "
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Post by electra on Jun 3, 2004 22:03:15 GMT -5
"Moron."
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