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Post by Thanatos on Jun 9, 2004 14:34:16 GMT -5
*Thanatos sighes as Electra unshields, nodding courteously to her before turning to look at the only exit out of the bar besides the front door, the men that previously attacked the trio now all settling down into a gentle slumber*
"Syrant, let us go. Electra, please do not be hurt. I...would not want you to be."
*With that, Thanatos strides to the door, cane held loosely in his left hand. He pushes the door open slowly, revealing a long, dimly lit cement corridor that moves steadily downwards*
"We are near the target, but this particular one has collected several Marks for personal security--be on the look-out. After this passage, it is a simple matter to enter the target's personal domain. Then we will be able to return to Master Nicholi's manor."
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Post by Syrant on Jun 11, 2004 9:17:56 GMT -5
*Syrant draws both guns* "I'm ready when you are." *Syrant walks up behind Thanatos ready to follow him through the corridor.*
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Post by electra on Jun 14, 2004 17:43:08 GMT -5
*Electra yells to Thanatos.*
"Well you may not like me that much...but remember...I HAVE YOUR OVERCOAT!"
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Post by Thanatos on Jun 16, 2004 15:51:06 GMT -5
*Thanatos glances back, his visor glinting in the dim lighting*
"I did not speak of not liking you--but do not harm my firearm. It is exceedingly difficult to find them nowadays..."
*With that, Thanatos begins walking swiftly down the sloping corridor, his cane held loosely in his right hand. For several moments there are no other sounds than the quiet padding of Electra's pink boots, and a few drips of water as the passage leads below the waterline of the decaying city. Eventually, the group spies what appears to be a dead end ahead of them, although to the skilled eye there appears to be a slight difference in the composition of the material used for the walls when compared to the dead end. Thanatos nods, the vaguest shadow of a smile appearing on his face*
"The Syndicate does not have much funding in a place such as this. Apparently we have almost reached the office of the Representive, and--"
*Thanatos stops, his visor gleaming as he stands perfectly still, his cane still dangling in his right gloved hand. Then he speaks with the same neutral tone as before, without even the slightest sense of urgency*
"Brace yourselves. One Mark VIII, two Mark VI's."
*Before he can even finish speaking, the walls on either side, and the fake wall in front of them crumble as humanoid shapes jump through them. The two on the left and right seem eerily identical--they both possess the same metal body, devoid of flesh or clothing, and each of their right arms seems to be a long blade, each of their lefts a spiked whip. The android in the center has the beginnings of hanging, white flesh, and is dressed in black rags. It has human hands, and is holding a fairly small, narrow pole which seems to be completely covered in paper-thin blades. The corridor is narrow, not allowing much room to move about in, and the group's foes seem decidedly...deadly*
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Post by Syrant on Jul 1, 2004 14:17:40 GMT -5
*Seeing the two Marks Syrant prepares both his guns.* "Since you know more about these guys I'll give you the honor of first attack. I'll give you cover fire." *Syrant takes aim and waits for Thanatos to make his move.*
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Post by electra on Jul 3, 2004 19:31:45 GMT -5
*Electra disappears with a puff of pink smoke leaving Thanatos and Syrant to do their jobs.* (AHD SHE STILL HAS THE OVERCOAT/PISTOL!)
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Post by Thanatos on Aug 1, 2004 20:29:25 GMT -5
*As the three Marks surrounding them take the necessary second to clearly identify their targets, Thanatos speaks, his quiet voice and neutral tone near-unsettling in this deathly quiet before the inevitable storm*
"Your assistance is appreciated, comrade."
*He nods slightly, placing one slender black-gloved hand to his chalky white forehead as he prepares himself for the difficult encounter now rushing towards them...*
*The Mark VIII--by far the most fearsome of the opposition--raises its thin pole to its shoulder, taxing its artificial muscle for what will undoubtedly be a deadly horizontal sweep. Thanatos in one fluid, near-unidentifiable motion slips his right hand into the uncannily unwrinkled tuxedo, in a continuation of this movement casting a dagger at a blinding speed into the leg of the charging Mark VIII, forcing the android to readjust its balance*
*This miniscule pause gives Thanatos more than ample time to prepare his own weapon of choice. The straight cane held so loosely in his left hand begins to meld and detatch itself at a surprisingly fast rate. Where once there was a mundane accessory there is now a keen-edged blade, its silver, straight edge creating a reflective, diamond-like effect in the relatively dim lighting. The hilt is an odd affair, remaining in many ways very similar to its previous form as it folds down over Thanatos' grasping digits to provide suitable protection in every direction. The weapon is held low at his side as he crouches, his 'younger' brother now re-entering the charge it had faltered in*
*Thanatos meets the sweeping razor-pole with a resounding clash, his free hand removing itself from the recesses of the tuxedo with another dagger in hand. As his foe begins to counteract and succeed against the attempted stopping of his odd weapon, Thanatos kicks out with a calculatory air, in the process sliding off of his feet and beginning to rapidly glide under his opponent, parrying another devestating attack in a desparate attempt to break this thing's incredible raging swings*
*...meanwhile, Syrant appears to have withdrawn his two pistols and placed them on opposite shoulders--right to left, left to right--facing the two advancing earlier Mark models. However, how he intends to counteract this threat has yet to be seen*
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Post by Syrant on Aug 2, 2004 19:36:31 GMT -5
Syrant fires off both guns at the other two Marks. All the bullets meet their targets, but don't cause much damage. "This might be a little harder than I though...good." Both Marks begin to focus on Syrant now. They both rush in whipping their spiked whips at Syrant. Syrant uncrosses his arms and leaps backwards. One of the whips manages to nip Syrant's arm. Syrant opens his guns spilling to empty bullet shells out onto the Marks confusing them for the moment. Syrant hits the ground already reloaded and at point blank range he sends the Marks stumbling backwards with a full round of shots to the face. Syrant reloads again. With the Marks stumbling around Syrant yells out to Thanatos. "So do you know any way to stop these guys!?" The two Marks finally begin to adjust themselves and are almost ready to attack again.
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Post by Thanatos on Aug 3, 2004 18:12:45 GMT -5
As Syrant follows through with his various actions, Thanatos continues to fight his own personal battle against the near-invincible Mark VIII...
*Thanatos continues his blazing slide along the dried and battered cement floor, his momentum and speed only increasing as he clears his enemy's legs, moving now in the direction straight ahead where the Mark VIII first appeared*
*The various combat-tuned sensors and calculators continue to analyze the rapidly-changing battle situation. Just enough of their infinitely purposeful processes are devoted to the continuing blocking and pushing off against the quarterstaff currently employed against him. A larger majority of his 'mind', however, devotes its substantial processing power to finding the key to defeating this creature, as well continuing to provide updates on the surrounding combat. It is with this finely-tuned robotic brain that a suitable solution is found...*
*Thanatos moves one foot to ease his momentum, the other leg moving rapidly to begin to turn his body about to face his far slower-moving foe. With his left hand he releases his grip on his blade, the thing beginning to fall to the ground even as he slips a hand once again into his tuxedo to locate whatever tool he has found suitable for the action ahead. His hand returns holding a small sphere, the featureless surface a dirty grey-black. This he casts at the head of his unrelenting foe--even as the thing begins to raise its weapon for a strike which will undoubtedly meet its mark*
*As the sphere inches its way closer to the gaping mouth and sightless eyes of the opponent, Thanatos throws the dagger held in his right hand at a much faster speed, the weapon intersecting the sphere just as it reaches the opening to the thing's mouth*
*As dagger meets sphere there erupts instantaneously a blue blossom of fire, that blossom rapidly spreading through the entire head of Thanatos' foe, constantly expanding outward even as the shockwave begins to ripple through the structure, cracking walls and causing a rain of debris to fall on the struggling warriors. Thanatos himself is carried back by the flame and shockwave, having just the calculated time necessary to pick up the blade that just now is reaching the ground. The two Mark VI's are next-closest to the Mark VIII, both blanketed by flame and knocked violently off of their metallic joints by the sheer force of the blast. Thanatos flies down the corridor, his left hand moving his blade to stab into the hard stone of its reinforced walls, giving him purchase to stop. His position allows him to escape the majority of the engulfing flame, although he is still jerked horribly by the unrelenting wave of force...*
*...and so as the smoke clears, one might find the molten remains of the Mark VIII and two fast-recovering Mark VI's. The entire corridor is dismembered, strewn with fallen slabs of concrete. An alarm might be heard sounding in the distance, although it might be assured that there are no more servants of the Syndicate in a position to cause any problems*
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Post by Syrant on Aug 8, 2004 18:38:22 GMT -5
*After the explosion the two Mark VI's begin to rise, both on opposite sides of the room. One of the Mark VI begins to stumble across the room searching for his targets. Suddenly a badly beaten up Syrant rises from a pile of concrete. The Mark looks at Syrant and prepares to attack. Syrant looks up at the Mark.* "I've had enough." *With that Syrant rushes the Mark VI. The Mark lashes out with his whip. Syrant takes the whip across the shoulder, but shows no sign of pain. Syrant graps the Marks shoulder and slips behind the it. Syrant draws out one of his gun and rams it into the Marks back.* "Now die!" *Syrant pulls the trigger. The bullets go flying through the Mark. The Mark begins to weaken in it's resistance and begins to fall. Syrant rams the Mark into the ground and with his other gun unloads a full clip of bullets into the neck. Not yet positive that it is dead Syrant rams it his heel into the neck to fully break the head.* "Now where is that other one?"
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Post by Thanatos on Aug 8, 2004 19:40:31 GMT -5
*Thanatos spends a moment hanging on the sword pushed deep into the wall, running a lightning-fast diagnostics check, flexing each individual joint and testing every last facet of his massive electronic mind. He finds the right hand to be functioning at subnormal abilities, and that both of his legs are dangerously close to losing their effectiveness altogether*
*He lets himself fall to the ground, in the process withdrawing his blade at holding it loosely on his left side, tip pointed diagonally downwards in front of him. A quick scan of the situation shows a rapidly-moving Syrant in one of the Mark VI's direction, and the other one finishing a scan of its own and marking the occupied Syrant as a suitable target*
*Thanatos nods once, his flame-worn face moving very slightly into a smile as he begins to run, his scorched tuxedo not making even the smallest sound as he sprints towards his targeted opponent. The Mark in question has at this point begun a steady advance, readying its blade-arm in such a manner as to end Syrant's life in one fell swoop. As the thing swings, Thanatos reaches his destination, letting his body slide while remaining standing over the rubble-strewn floor, stopping neatly behind the viciously-fighting Syrant to block the swing...*
*...however, it instantaneously becomes apparent that there has been damage to his calculatory centers as well. The expected time allowed to raise his blade to block the incoming sword does not exist, even when he musters every last bit of his unnatural speed and reflexes. As it is, the vertical strike is only half-deflected, the cruel metal of the Mark VI making a deep cut along the right side of his cranium, continuing down his neck to slash apart his tuxedo, cutting viciously into half of his torso. Only then is it finally parried by his blade, although it appears to be far too late*
*Even as his mechanical brain begins to recognize the dangerous function-destroying damage done to his form, his left hand moves in a blur, parrying multiple additional thrusts and in one fell movement slicing the annoying spiked whip as it attempts to strike him. Continuing his devestating chain, he spins behind the slower-moving Mark, using his momentum to deliver a powerful horizontal strike across its neck, the easy motion lopping off its head and instantly destroying any movement it had remaining*
*As the headless Mark slumps, Thanatos falls to one knee, his brain now taking the time to begin the various processes necessary to continue functionality, even in his injured state. When Syrant finishes his own battle, the endearing assassin speaks softly in return, visor detatchedly gazing at the broken ground*
"It is taken care of. Abilities have been substantially reduced, nevertheless, payment is still owed by this organization. It will be taken."
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Post by Syrant on Aug 10, 2004 18:40:36 GMT -5
*Syrant turns to see Thanatos and the last Mark VI defeated.* "Well I guess you finished that." *Syrant walks over to Thanatos stumbling alittle while holding his arm.* "Well I guess we can collect our pay then head back." *Syrant looks at the condition of his suit* "Grrrr...this was the only good suit I had looks like I got some work to do. At least I saved my glasses." *Syrant pulls out his 'untouched' pair of glasses out of his ripped up pocket and puts them on* "Lets go."
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Post by Thanatos on Aug 23, 2004 20:11:53 GMT -5
*Thanatos rises, continuing purposefully down the rubble-strewn corridor as if nothing had ever happened. His frequent stumbles as his mind fights for balance and the visible tears into his clothing and artificial flesh speak otherwise, however...*
Thanatos quickly covered the rest of the distance of the complex, finding no trace of human guard. The various mechanically locked doors opened effortlessly upon his approach, making penetration of the local Syndicate leader's innermost sanctum nothing more than a mundane chore. As the sleek wooden door to the target's office slid open, the man did not even have the time to call out a challenge before he was greeted with multiple blasts from one of Syrant's accurately aimed pistols, the man dropping instantly to the ground.
Thanatos himself nodded curtly as the task was done, turning wordlessly on his heel, not even checking to make sure the man was truly dead. Reaching into the folds of his shredded tuxedo, he withdrew a featureless and minute spherical object, throwing it on the ground behind him even as he continued on his way out, Syrant following close behind. They moved back through the endless security checks and featureless corridors, back through the bar front with its still-sleeping guards, and finally outside to stand surveying the entire complex, hidden and no.
Even as Thanatos' featureless visor surveyed the surrounding area, faint sprouts of blue flame could be seen erupting from the ground in front of them. Seconds later, the entire bar exploded in a blast of fiery light, assorted rubble flying off in every direction, its inhabitants instantly incinerated As the show of lights continued, Thanatos turned shakily, moving with haste towards the waiting motorcycle. Without pause he climbed into the cockpit-like seat, the motor starting with a quiet purr. Thanatos moved his head to watch the still-standing Syrant, gesturing courteously in his direction as he spoke.
"Situation is unfortunate, comrade, but my functioning is reaching a critical level of low efficiency. I am unable to render transportation. It would be suggested that you comandeer a suitable vehicle and return to White Village at leisure, using money gained for suitably enjoyable recreation. I will return..."
At a nod of understanding from Syrant, Thanatos quickly accelerated, speeding quickly off in a direction completely different than one leading towards the White Village...
...and Thanatos, the Mechanized Assassination Unit XIII which above all else functioned for material gain, had left without even attempting to procure pay for his second contract. Not only that, but he had been injured in a move he had performed to save the life of another. Something had subtly changed in Thanatos. Something which was perhaps for the better.
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