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Forum Role Play => Earth => Europe => Topic started by: Mad Murdock on July 22, 2019, 02:39:22 AM

Title: The Game of Cat and Mouse Begins (DOCKY, FLINT, GID, AND MAYBE ASTA)
Post by: Mad Murdock on July 22, 2019, 02:39:22 AM
Rico was on the move once again, though he hadn’t quite gotten himself out of Ireland, yet. His stay with the Symbolist had been surprisingly hospitable, as he’d envisioned a Vampire’s company would be anything but. However, Siobhan managed to change his perspective by proving him wrong. She had been humble toward his guarded demeanour, and went to the length of setting the soldier back on his feet with insisted R&R while it was clear he was on his last legs. But respite would never be an option for Classified, because of Ximena’s ever impending presence— it’d been a close shave when she came knocking on Siobhan’s fishing door.  Her advances were a hell of a lot more fervent than in recent years, as if she was now desperate to reinstate her influence; to have her weapon back under her thumb. Like hell that was going to happen.

Where was he supposed to go now? Nowhere was particularly safe as there were multiple warrants for his arrest. Everyone was looking for the soldier, and all he wanted to do was go home. That’s all he’d ever wanted since the string of blind murders had begun-
Nevertheless, he was prompted from Siobhan’s sanctum with an ulterior plan. He was still going to get home, but with an additional detour.

   Mad Max is online

He doubted Aria would be available, though he had a sudden need to know who’d gotten Ximena out of custody.
Rico had seen the newsletter of her arrest, and it’d only been a few days since that was made public. So who the llama got that psychotic dog of female orientation out?

   Mad Max: Can I ask a favour?

It’d been a good ten hours since he’d last been in contact with the aspiring cybernetics experimentalist. In comparison to prior absences, this amount of time could be seen as brief. He himself was desperate, and paranoia set in as he had the haunting feeling of having been robbed of precious time.

   Mad Max: Who sprung Ortez?

In all, the weather seemed to clear by midday; the rain disappeared toward the West, and the brilliant sunshine decided to optimistically ruin Rico’s calm stroll through Limerick. The merc wasn’t dressed for the warm, humid weather, though he could at least be thankful for the regulating system of his mask. It was gratifyingly keeping his temperature somewhat stable.
He was currently between transport; having had flagged a coach to this unfamiliar city, and now was on the lookout for a reliable vehicle he could potentially borrow.

   Mad Max: Situation, Red Alert. Ximena is on my arse, Aria. I need to know who let her out.

This he sends while anxiously glancing toward an aggressive shadow over his shoulder. Anything that moved from the corner of his vision had the merc on high alert. Rico had half of his hearing; the healing symbol only having amended part of the problem, and it seriously hindered his senses in field. It was currently his Achilles heel, and it was a constant strain on him. The stress it induced was unsolicited, but so far it's kept him alive.
Though possibly seen as his safest route, Rico was in clear view of the public eye, but he knew full well that his assailant didn’t care about being discreet. The merc needed to be hasty about finding some wheels.
Title: Re: The Game of Cat and Mouse Begins (DOCKY, FLINT, GID, AND MAYBE ASTA)
Post by: Gideon on July 22, 2019, 06:31:08 PM
Ximena Ortez popped out of thin air and slipped the Russian a sly wink. They’d appeared in an alley somewhere in Limerick, Ireland. How exactly the teleporter had managed to get them to somewhere this random with seemingly no hesitation was beyond her. Maybe Voluntas hadn’t been lying when she said he was the greatest teleporter alive.
”Gracias, Ruso.” The Columbiana’s voice was honeyed, a gleam was in her dark brown eyes that hadn’t been there since before her new arm. The Russian grimaced at her but she paid him and his opinions of her no mind. “Stay here, once I have Classified I’ll need you to get him to the British Sanctuary, when he’s finished his business there bring him back to me, comprende?” She tapped the façade carving on her wrist, cloaking her arm in the fake flesh and hiding the new claws. The Russian nodded to her and she stepped out into the street, donning her absurdly reflective sunglasses. ’If I were Rico Classified, where would I hide?” She thought, looking down at the CCAT tracker in her hand. She knew he was in Limerick and had been wandering around there for a few hours, not particularly quickly which meant he didn’t have wheels yet. She cracked her neck and started to walk down the street, the scanner started narrowing down his location as the signal got stronger.
It was sunny and humid, exactly the kind of weather Ximena wanted wherever she went. She’d changed up her clothes after seeing Dr. Klein about her arm, dark green combat pants, a long sleeved, skintight athletic shirt, and lightweight desert boots that offered a good mixture of traction and stealth. She’d also found time to straighten her hair and clean her face. Having a teleporter on standby made almost everything easier to fit into your schedule it seemed. Ximena came to a stop and looked closer at the tracker, giving it a solid smack to make sure there wasn’t some kind of readout error.  The bone breaker had to stifle a laugh, almost refusing to believe her luck. Rico Classified was walking down the street directly in front of her. She ducked behind a group of tourists and followed with her hands in her pockets, scanning the street for the familiar profile of her favorite assassin.
She followed them for a couple blocks and moved out into the middle of the sidewalk, and there he was. Looking around frantically at seemingly everyone that moved in from his peripherals. She grinned, exposing the brilliant white teeth and the vicious fangs between them.
’Oh Rico… Maybe if you hadn’t shot out your ear this wouldn’t be so easy.’ 
Despite her cocky internal monologue, Ximena found herself thinking intensely about how to proceed. With Classified on high alert like this she couldn’t waste time, as much fun as she would have trying to toy with him. She couldn’t risk him doing something drastic and potentially losing those eyes. She picked up the pace, walking past the group of tourists and coming to a stop about ten feet behind her target, careful to stay out of his peripherals.
She could snap his spine, pass it off as some kind of freak accident to the all the people that could see. Just the lightest of grazes… crack. The thought sent shivers down her spine. She moved faster, halving the distance between her and Classified. She could actually use the trigger phrase, say it before he had time to properly react, get him back under her thumb without needing to fight. Even if it wasn’t as fun in the moment, it yielded the best chance at succeeding before Silas had a chance to remove her. But activating the brainwashing wasn’t exactly subtle either. ”Why not have a little fun before we go home…” Ximena whispered to herself.
She surged forward, covering the space between her and Rico in two vampirically graceful strides before falling in step next to him for a couple of seconds, keeping her face turned away.  ”You can’t hide from me, seus bosta!” Ximena shouted, whipping to face Rico and swinging her new cybernetic in a punch toward his kidney.
Title: Re: The Game of Cat and Mouse Begins (DOCKY, FLINT, GID, AND MAYBE ASTA)
Post by: Flint on July 22, 2019, 08:03:03 PM
The tracker placed Classified somewhere in or around Limerick city, if one could call it a city. The cities Monty knew were cramped, had towering buildings and disgustingly dense crowds of dwellers. Ireland's cities were dwarfed in comparison, with perhaps the exception of Dublin. Limerick, n the other hand, was little more than a town in the man's eyes, as was Cork and Galway. Then again, Ireland was a cute little country when held next to the U.S.

He was in Smyth's bar, on Robert st, with a radio in hand, and earphones plugged in. Kane had fitted him with equipment that could tap into the police radio. They reckoned the easiest way to track down Rico was to wait until the wanted man caused some trouble in the city. That meant a stakeout of sorts, only with this stakeout Monty could pick his own watching point. Naturally he chose a bar.

A glass of Jameson landed at his table, accompanied by a bottle of Schweppes ginger ale (drinking straight didn't seem a good idea at the time.). The drink came with a packet of what the Irish called 'Taytos'; these delightful little chips that went great with any drink. Were it not for his olive complexion and American accent, he'd have fit in with the locals.

Though listening to the local police, he realised that the differences only started there. The cops here seemed lazy, unfocused. They didn't even carry guns! Sure, it was midday on a Monday, but the drone-like voices of a range of older men were almost enough to send the merc to sleep. Nothing of relevance came over the radio- an elderly man was found dead in his home, a car had broken down on the motorway, and a homeless man had passed out in one of the local supermarkets. There was no action, no danger. He wondered how the cops made a dime.

The mercenary poured the ginger ale into his whiskey, swirling the glass a few times before taking a sip. Just as he reached to take an earbud out, a more concerned voice filled the channel.
"Assault on Henry street, by Red Church. A young lady in green pants and a black top. Ó'Ciardha responding".
He set the drink down on his table, pocketing the radio before moving for the door. As he left the bar, he googled the Red Church, finding that it was only a few blocks away. Then, he pulled up the chat he had with Aria Kane, before typing:

"I've got a lead. First crime of the day, might lead to something. Talk later!".

He moved for his bike, which was about three minutes away from being illegally parked, and swung a leg over it. The Yamaha YxF R6 was a real machine, with a sleek look and an engine that sounded more beastly than his ex-mother-in-law. Revving the engine to life, he kicked off from the curb, and sped down the road. The bike zipped round the corner of a casino before coming onto the long stretch of Henry street. Scarce stopped the bike once more, revving the engine before taking off down the road, ignoring any speed limit and cutting out in front of any traffic that stood in his way. He tried to ignore the beeps of frustration from other cars - and the garda station he passed on his way. This was a lead; a far-fetched one, yes, but one that wasn't worth passing up on. He sped up, the Red Church coming into view.
Title: Re: The Game of Cat and Mouse Begins (DOCKY, FLINT, GID, AND MAYBE ASTA)
Post by: Astaphaios on July 22, 2019, 10:03:01 PM
 Her office seemed more or less untouched since she'd last set foot there. It had been weeks of Aria taking constant leave or avoiding her office at all costs - even to the point that Darius had taken to kicking her out of his office the second he saw her shadow by the door.
 It was an odd feeling to sit back in her chair, almost cathartic. This office was a home away from home, and it seemed Arabella knew Aria's hatred for people touching her things enough to make sure that it was exactly the way she'd left it when she'd first taken her leave.
 Blueprints were laid haphazardly against her workbench and when Aria had first taken a glance at them, she'd seen they were for a skin-like weave in order to make bionics look more natural. Making a mental note to take a second look at that when she had the chance (there were probably countless crazed ideas she'd put in the blueprints that needed refining), Aria tapped on her desktop.
 It breathed to life with a silent hum, the screen lighting up--

 And with it, a whole load of messages. Aria had spent the entire night before in the pub - a very out of character move for her - and hadn't gotten in until she'd went outside and noticed that the sun was starting to rise.
 So now, she was nursing a hangover. And had completely forgotten that she'd sent Monty to find Rico. Who was currently messaging her. Urgently.
 She rubbed her temples with a groan. "Not today, Mad Max." There was a very genuine temptation to just... turn the desktop back off and grab a coffee before getting straight into work, rehashing her security system once more but... she'd typed a response. Monty first (she'd named him Deckard in her chat, and was mega proud of the joke - he was hunting a man who may well have been a Replicant, after all).

 Robocop is typing...
Robocop: First crime of the day? Really? You'd have thought there would have been one earlier in the day, in such a major city. Keep an eye out.

 That was all that needed to be said; there was no need to mother-hen the man as he had shown himself more than capable. Though Rico's messages needed a moment to digest.
 Who had let who out? Rico had... well, he may have mentioned the name in passing once, but never in a capacity that meant Aria felt she should know it at all.

 Robocop: You need to know what now?

 Evaluating the uselessness of her statement, Aria rolled her eyes and checked up on her footage - Ximena Ortez. That must have been the curly-haired woman from before, if she was under arrest then Darius wouldn't be keen on letting her just walk anytime soon--
 "Holy unpleasant excrement, that's Lady Aranea!" Aria burst out with, her eyes widening comically. The empath was just walking -- No. Storming out with the Colombian in tow! No one had stopped them, either. Did Arabella know about this? What a dumb question, she must have known by now--

 Robocop is typing... (frantically, at that).
Robocop: wtfhaveyougottenyourselfintowhatthehellyouremessingwithsomerealbadpeoplerico-- VOLUNTAS ARANEA HERSELF MARCHED THE WOMAN OUT!
Robocop: Messing with Crayne and his associate is a terrible move, this lady clearly has friends in some high places! Footage hasn't shown anyone stopping them, or even asking any questions! Aranea just walked in, walked out with your murdery friend in tow.
Title: Re: The Game of Cat and Mouse Begins (DOCKY, FLINT, GID, AND MAYBE ASTA)
Post by: Mad Murdock on July 23, 2019, 09:51:41 AM
There was a wait before Aria became available to chat. Her first message had Rico pausing on the pavement briefly in disbelief— had she read his message through a migraine or something? Though she seemed to catch up as her typing quickly became frantic.
Voluntas Aranea, that was a familiar name. The merc divided his attention further for a moment in order to gather intel on this, vampire. (Could Rico honestly not catch a break?) The information that relayed across his vision confirmed that she was indeed highly situated, and very powerful in her position. Learning that she worked alongside Silas Crayne only put another nail in the coffin to Rico’s earlier assumptions— he needed to pay Crayne Consolidated a visit, though that would be risky if Ximena was in fact working for them. They’d have it out for the soldier as well- but what’s better than attacking an infection than at its source?

While continuing his search, he foolishly pays no mind to an unassuming group of tourists that pass him by. Their profiles were of no threat to him — those of whom he could see.

   Mad Max: Bad people are messing with *me— don’t worr

A casual figure falling into step on his right soon after wasn’t an immediate cause for concern, not until his heavy, lingering dread dropped like lead when he recognised that voice; this stopping him from finishing his sentence before it sent. Rico’s instinctive, high octane fuelled reflexes couldn’t compare to that of a vampire’s, and is struck inhumanely hard.
White pain ruptured in his kidney, causing a strangled growl of a response as the merc’s footing became unsteady. Though feigning his fall, Rico expertly twists with a newly conjured blade to strike Ximena with the hilt; aiming to shatter her kneecap, and slice her inner thigh in quick succession before catching himself. The pain had him feeling nauseous, though that would subside if he kept moving- that was his plan. He needed to get out of her reach.
The next best idea, whilst still in view of the public, was to shove Ximena away from himself before bolting, with a stumble, into the crowd—
Title: Re: The Game of Cat and Mouse Begins (DOCKY, FLINT, GID, AND MAYBE ASTA)
Post by: Gideon on July 24, 2019, 07:27:22 PM
Ximena sighed in satisfaction as he watched the metal arm make contact exactly where she intended, just above his hip and directly into his kidney. But the soldier was always tricky, always high octane, even for her. With no llamas to give for the pain he’d already conjured a blade and swung back at her legs. She moved her knee out of the way, but lost track of the matte black blade for long enough that the wide sweep carved across her inner thigh, just above the knee. She grimaced, his hands smacked against her shoulders in an attempt to throw her off balance. Ximena twisted, flipping through the air with catlike grace and landing in a crouch. She chuckled as he took off, using the crowded street to try and  lose her. ”Oh Rico… how I’ve missed our conversations.” She’d drawn several curious gazes, but she didn’t have thoughts to spare for them as she took off running after Rico. Despite his incredibly conspicuous garb, he was always remarkably good at blending in, and Ximena feared she’d lost him in the press of tourists. She stopped for a second, searching for the signs of a man on a mission pushing through the crowd. Someone reached out and grabbed her wrist, apparently a Good Samaritan that decided Ximena had stepped out of line. The vampire switched her gaze to him, whatever he said was lost in the roaring bloodlust. She reached out her free hand and lightly tapped his forehead with her talon tipped index and middle finger.
Then the screaming started. His skull didn’t cave, but it was badly fractured, and the talons of her mechanical arm had viciously cut into his forehead. Ximena took a couple of seconds to admire the cerebrospinal fluid that leaked out of the ugly wound. She didn’t notice the police uniform the man wore as she took back off after Classified, this time no one tried to stop her.
Title: Re: The Game of Cat and Mouse Begins (DOCKY, FLINT, GID, AND MAYBE ASTA)
Post by: Flint on July 25, 2019, 02:02:36 AM
Finding The Red Church proved easy; it was, after all, a large red church. It loomed over the street, even moreso than the office blocks by which it was flanked. Ditching his bike on the sidewalk, Scarce waded into the crowd, pushing past ranks of screaming pedestrians, stooping on his toes to see over heads in an attempt to gauge what in Sam hell was going on. He thought of touching the symbols etched on his shirt underarms, revealing the pistol and ammo on his side holsters, but the presence of the guards stopped him in his tracks. He frowned as he saw that even some of the policemen were running, shouting into radios in request of armed response. Honestly, it would have been much easier if they all carried guns.

Monty came to a clearing just in time to see a young lady viciously tear at a man's head with what could only be described as a metallic claw. Her eyes were as deep brown as his own, her frame wiry, her teeth sharp. She watched the wounded man cry in agony for a moment, a sick smile playing on her lips. Monty was a killer, but he wasn't sadistic. He didn't enjoy killing people, at least not when they didn't have it coming. There wasn't a doubt in the merc's mind that this woman was crazy. He knew his crazies.

So he pulled a gun on her. With a quick scratch of the arm pit his P226 appeared with its holster, and he drew it in one fluid motion. The gun poised at Ximena's chest, Monty noticed Classified over her shoulder. He was holding a blade. Scarce focused on his target, weighing up if he wanted to take Ortez out or just wound her. The woman seemed deadly, and if he didn't end the fight quickly, she might have gotten the better of him. For that reason alone, he aimed a little higher, hoping to land a shot on the vampire's already marred neck. Scarce ignored the guards behind him, who urged him to drop his weapon. He didn't do 'hands in the air', or 'stand down's. If a target was in his way, he had to remove it. He had people who could cover up his tracks after. Monty squeezed the trigger thrice, watching closely for his enemy's reaction.
Title: Re: The Game of Cat and Mouse Begins (DOCKY, FLINT, GID, AND MAYBE ASTA)
Post by: Mad Murdock on July 26, 2019, 03:02:33 AM
The merc pushed between a pair of fumbling bystanders just as the blood curdling screams of the officer reached his good ear.  He doesn’t initially look back as he knew what those cries would lead him to see, but when three rounds were fired in his wake Rico cranes himself to glance back over the crowd. Who had the fishing gun, and who were they shooting at?! 
Without knowledge of the intended target, and his eyes not tracing the speeding bullets, Rico opts to lunge to his left to play it safe, toward a seemingly stationary bus. It was his first option in escaping Ximena, though to his dismay, the bus was already moving--  unpleasant excrement.  The merc couldn’t see any other immediate escapes; guards were encircling, and his chances of finding an unattended vehicle were now non existent.  There were too many witnesses; too many mortals, he needed to eliminate the threat before his situation got any worse. Classified was already up to his elbows in unpleasant excrement that wasn’t entirely his fault-- if that monster hunter hadn’t drawn that arrow on him, a lot of this mess could’ve been fishing avoided.

Rico shoulders his way against the current of pedestrians with his Springfield aimed toward the ground. His glaring eye zeroed in on Ximena while its software calculated his accuracy; he’d need to wait for a clear shot, there were too many people in the way--
Title: Re: The Game of Cat and Mouse Begins (DOCKY, FLINT, GID, AND MAYBE ASTA)
Post by: Gideon on July 30, 2019, 03:07:32 AM
Ximena would have liked to enjoy her work for a few more seconds, but the flash of silver in her periphery made sure she put her attention where it was needed. She turned, and started staring directly down the barrel of some intervening mother goat’s handgun. She snarled and reached behind her, the new mechanical arm gripping something fleshy that screamed as she pulled it in front of her just in time to hear the report of the handgun go off three times. She felt two impacts into the meat shield she’d grabbed, cutting off the awful screaming. A third smacked directly into her metal shoulder, she growled, tossing the lifeless body of the child she’d volunteered to take a few bullets carelessly into the street with a cruel laugh. She pointed her talon tipped finger at Monty. ”You’re next, Desgraçado!” She growled, a promise she fully intended to make good on one day, but now she was busy. She whipped around, finally catching sight of Classified muscling through the pedestrians. She dashed forward, anyone that stepped in her way caught either a mechanical elbow to the face or a bone breaking caress. She was done fishing around, no way was Ximena planning on fighting two strapped mercenaries in broad fishing daylight. llama it, Ximena, just go for it. She thought to herself, inhaling deeply and praying to whatever unmentionable god that allowed her to survive this long that Classified didn’t blow his other ear out. 
Title: Re: The Game of Cat and Mouse Begins (DOCKY, FLINT, GID, AND MAYBE ASTA)
Post by: Mad Murdock on July 31, 2019, 01:21:59 AM
The crowd was beginning to thin, though that didn’t mean there’d be any less casualties. The child that was used to deflect those random shots was only noticed by the merc once they’d been discarded like litter. A fishing kid. Rico knew the extent of Ximena’s cruelty, he shouldn’t be surprised, but the act in itself was inexcusable. Needless, and unreasonable death was something Rico was highly against - some people deserve to die, namely Ximena, but that kid—
This dog of female orientation had to go down. The Springfield he clutched rose to be level with his eye; the crowd reduced enough for a clear shot. Her head was in clear view. Unfortunately, the Vampire had zeroed in on him, and was closing the distance between them faster than he could. If he was going to take a shot, he’d better do it n—

He forgot one, crucial, thing- why the moon was so lonely...

Rico’s arms fell back down to rest by his sides, and the gun disintegrates, forgotten about.  The barriers in his mind abusively constructed themselves; cordoning his rationality from his conditioned mind. None of his own thoughts remained, no plans, and definitely no memory of what he’d just been doing.
The soldier stood attentively, and near protective of his conductor while he waited for further instruction.

Classified, Ximena's asset, was once again at her disposal.
Title: Re: The Game of Cat and Mouse Begins (DOCKY, FLINT, GID, AND MAYBE ASTA)
Post by: Flint on July 31, 2019, 12:34:15 PM
Monty swore obscenities as the vampire grabbed a child of all things to take the hits for her. The merc lost sight of his enemy as she tossed the girl aside and disappeared into the crowd. Advancing, he saw a number of people fall to the aid of the kid, and another man who made right for him. He was big; burly and taller than Monty, his head red as a tomato. He batted Monty's gun aside and took a swing at the merc's jaw. Monty then fired a few shots into the air, sending the crowd scattering further. He looked the man in the eye/ His were the eyes of a killer, but the man had the look of someone who had something to live for.
"Don't do something you'll regret old man", he snarled, barging past the big guy and moving in Ortez' direction. All around, the people avoided him, their faces terrified. He swore again, realising how much unpleasant excrement this was going to put him in. Forget fake ID's and Sensitive mind-wipers, Monty was going to need Rojas to make him a new face after all this unpleasant excrement.

He knew what he was doing was wrong, but necessary. Aria sounded desperate, as though Rico had really gotten himself into the unpleasant excrement this time. She too knew that sending Monty after him rather than alerting his Sanctuary was beyond unethical. Still, if she was going to this length to save Classified, it must have been for some good reason. Aria was a good kid.

His eyes fell on Rico and Ximena now, and a smile stretched across his face. They'd cornered her!. Moving closer, he poised his handgun at the vamp's head, arching an eyebrow indicatively. "You wanna take her? or shall I?". Then he looked closer at the masked merc. Something was wrong. Classified was unarmed, his face slack, devoid of expression. His arms at his side, he showed no desire to attack that psychotic vampire, who was smiling very smugly now.
Title: Re: The Game of Cat and Mouse Begins (DOCKY, FLINT, GID, AND MAYBE ASTA)
Post by: Gideon on August 12, 2019, 04:03:03 AM
Ximena’s face seemed to split completely in half as her grin went from smug to absolutely ecstatic. Watching all that fire… all that will, just drain from Rico’s face as the careful conditioning and mental blocks did their work with nothing more than a sentence. It was the most beautiful thing Ximena could imagine and more. More because despite the fact that Rico was now further in her pocket than a fistful or coins, his little friend thought that he could get through to the soldier. Ximena looked back over her shoulder, her dark brown gaze locking onto Monty’s with predatory focus.
”Oh no, cabron. You’re too late.” Ximena practically giggled at the man. She tapped her mechanical arm against her thigh, activating her signal for the Russian to come get them. ”Rico, my sweet.” She kept her eyes on Monty. ”Help me handle this goat before señor Ruso arrives.”
Title: Re: The Game of Cat and Mouse Begins (DOCKY, FLINT, GID, AND MAYBE ASTA)
Post by: Mad Murdock on August 18, 2019, 12:34:12 AM
Through the murky fog that now clogged his mind, Monty’s concern was barely audible to the soldier. He’d hardly caught wind of his name being used at all. Not until Ximena’s voice raised through the haze like a stark electric bolt. Her demands were the only thing important to the man, and what she wanted, he’d deliver.
Classified understood her command as incapacitation and proceeded forth; drawing a fresh pistol from nothing, and stepped passed Ximena in order to shield her from the threat. His demeanour steady, and concentration unwavering.
The man didn’t hesitate in firing his gun, twice, though his aim wasn’t to kill.
Title: Re: The Game of Cat and Mouse Begins (DOCKY, FLINT, GID, AND MAYBE ASTA)
Post by: Flint on August 18, 2019, 03:07:41 AM
Monty had initially felt a sharp dislike of the vampire. It was quickly turning to a burning hatred. She practically cackled at him as she set Classified on him. He'd never seen anything like it, but had to assume the woman had some sort of mind-manipulating abilities. The merc wondered why she hadn't ordered him to shoot himself by now. Surely that'd have been easier. No, maybe she just had something over the masked man.

Whatever it was, Monty hadn't much time for contemplation. Rico set his glazed over eyes on Scarce now, the man firing off two well placed shots in the Horseman's direction. Monty swore, diving for cover but finding none. One of the shots missed, but the other caught him on the shoulder, tearing up flesh and bone as it laced right through his limb. Monty growled ferally, the wound a mere scratch when compared to others he'd suffered. The Mystic Arts had taught him to deal with such pains. Gripping his wounded shoulder, he drew his gun with his free hand, trying to aim for Ximena but only finding Rico. In his other hand, his ring glowed, drawing power from the Mystic Dimension to heal his wound, slowly and carefully sewing up the muscle and skin, clotting the blood. He snarled at Rico, doubt quickly setting in on whether he'd be able to keep his promises to Aria.

I'll get him back, Kane. Won't even have to wound the dodgy individual of illegitimate birth!
Title: Re: The Game of Cat and Mouse Begins (DOCKY, FLINT, GID, AND MAYBE ASTA)
Post by: Gideon on August 19, 2019, 04:11:10 AM
Ximena arched an eyebrow when rico didn’t go for the killshot, but her planned order was cut short by the arrival of the very irritated looking Russian. She shrugged, looking down at Monty with a detached boredom that only said he wasn’t worth the magic for a conjured bullet. ”Adios, amigo.” She said flatly, as the Russian teleported. 
Title: Re: The Game of Cat and Mouse Begins (DOCKY, FLINT, GID, AND MAYBE ASTA)
Post by: Mad Murdock on August 19, 2019, 09:27:38 AM
The two bullets set loose upon the American disintegrate as soon as they pass by, or through, their intended target while Rico scowled his distaste for the lack of result.  He hadn't accounted for the dodge, and he couldn't exactly change his trajectory mid-air, so a small shoulder wound would have to do. 
The gun lowers, and remains trained on Monty while Ximena announced her farwell; Rico's glare unwavering as he too is taken from his Irish surrounding.
Title: Re: The Game of Cat and Mouse Begins (DOCKY, FLINT, GID, AND MAYBE ASTA)
Post by: Flint on August 19, 2019, 11:58:35 PM
Monty was surprised another bullet hadn't finished him off by now. He wasn't exactly in the position to dodge another attack. Still, the other merc showed no signs of backing down any time soon. What did this dog of female orientation have over Classified? he wondered, eyeing the other man. When they'd escaped the cannibals in Boston, Rico had seemed like an alright fella. Monty would have at least expected a warning from the masked man before any shots were fired off.

The dog of female orientation. Ximena stood over him now, flanked by a janky-looking man who hadn't been there a second before.  A Teleporter. As Ximena bid her farewells, Monty acted on instinct, though usually Cutter had once told him that in his case doing that was akin to suicide. He wasn't sure where they were going, or who they'd meet on the other side, but Scarce wasn't letting go of this fight so easily. Lurching forward, he made to seize The Russian's ankle, hoping to hell he was quick enough.