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Post by Deleted on Jan 5, 2017 22:11:04 GMT
[googlefont=Quicksand] [attr="class","dec"]  [attr="class","dec1"]OH DARLING, LET
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Always looking for a good fight.
She didn't often get shipments from Fokradiin, considering that they were one of the few nations that actually cared whether or not she made off with their magical citizenry. That was what made this one so valuable. She had come down personally, looking to make sure that the unloading went off without a hitch. Most of her cargo came in large shipping containers, and this was no exception. The only difference was that she had to pay a lot of money to afford enough downers to keep her cargo under for the long ride across the ocean. By now, some of them were probably coming to, especially the strong among them.
Treachery was going to taste blood, she was sure of it.
She really needed to get a Rune user for her longer journeys, to save on downer costs. With a Rune user, she'd be able to contain the product without needing to sedate them. But who could she convince to help her? If she went back to her University contact, there was no knowing how they would take the request, and she wasn't looking to offend them. They were too useful as a resource to risk offending. Perhaps she would put out feelers in the black market community, to see if there was anyone she could hire.
The moon was about half-full overhead as her people started unloading the cargo. By this hour, there weren't a lot of people left at the docks who weren't on her pay-roll. Even so, she had her look-outs on the perimeter, blending with the scenery. She would know if someone tried to get too close. Even if it meant abandoning cargo, she couldn't afford to be caught here.
There was noise coming from one of the crates as it lowered to the ground, and a small smile touched her lips. A complainer, hmm? She had all kinds of use for complainers. Her hand lowered to the handle of the whip on her belt, and she flicked the button open in preparation. Her men readied their guns, aiming for the opening, but she lifted a hand to stop them from interfering. It had been too long since she'd gotten to play, and this one seemed to have spirit. Where else could she find this kind of fun?
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Post by Ripley Maddox on Jan 15, 2017 19:17:07 GMT
Hereeee's Ripley!!
@elise
merp
merp
I could just gobble you up!~
Well, this was quite the pickle. One second, Ripley had been enjoying a nice meal that someone had so kindly boxed up for him, and the next he found himself trapped in the very same box his meal was in. How he’d gotten in in the first place was anyone’s guess(hell, he didn’t even know himself), but the end result was that he wasn’t going anywhere regardless of what he wanted to do, so he’d taken a hit of red mist for the hell of it and cuddled up to the poor, unfortunate puffer fish magi for a long nap. Some measure of time later, he was jostled awake by something clamping on to the box that he was in. Could that mean that he was finally arriving at the destination of his unexpected journey? He surely hoped so as he was beginning to feel his hunger rising again and the body wasn’t nearly as fresh now. Decay and rigor mortis had already made the corpse inedible; he’d have to go on the hunt again soon enough. It was a shame though. Puffer fish venom might’ve been an exciting new ingredient in his paint.
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Oh well!
Boxes of this size usually meant crates; crates usually meant docks; docks usually meant dockworkers. A twisted smile came over Ripley’s face as he thought about the new delicacies he might enjoy. Fokradiins were tasty but their natural warrior spirit and hardiness sometimes made for poor eating, not to mention that it was never an easy thing to catch a meal. Wherever he was, he hoped that his new selection of prey would have softer, sweeter meats. That would be grand!
Ripley dug into his pocket and pulled out the last of his red mist and depressed the trigger until the aerosol canister was completely depleted. He began riffling about the crate as the drug suffused his system and drove the bonds of reality out of his mind’s eye. He took the time to wonder why his cherub friends weren’t opening the door for him while the two other Ripleys watched him work.
“Do you think that he remembers that he can just punch his way out?” one asked. The other Ripley shook his head and shrugged. How was he supposed to know what went on in the mind of a drug-addled, cannibalistic madman? Fortunately, the conversation reminded the real Ripley of a very important fact.
He could just punch his way out!
And that’s exactly what he did.
Ripley rained blow after blow upon the inside of the crate. Unyielding metal hands burst through the inside of the crate. He stepped through as soon as the opening was large enough to admit him through and the woman that he saw on the other side was enough to make the crazed grin twisting his features to widen even further.
“Hello there, darling,” he greeted, eyes scanning area. Armed men, a dark night, and nary a soul in sight; the perfect setting for his kind of mess. “So is this an open invitation party, or do we have the night to ourselves?”
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Post by Deleted on Jan 15, 2017 22:15:44 GMT
[googlefont=Quicksand] [attr="class","dec"] [attr="class","dec1"]OH DARLING, LET
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You owe me money, boy.
When the yelling gave way to pounding, Elise tilted her head, but the smell of rot and dead bodies made her take a step back, putting her arm over her face so that she wouldn't gag. Who had died? Elise had been specific in telling her men what measures to take, to ensure that they all arrived alive, and there would be hell to pay for whoever had fucked up. She took a couple steps forward, trying to get a better look at the crate behind the bizarre man. Her teeth ground together when she saw the scene behind him. Her entire stock was dead. Every last one of them. They had cost her a fortune in shipping and downers, and they wouldn't make a single cent for her.
Gods damn it, whoever the bastard was, he was going to be paying her back for all of this. He was a Cyborg, it seemed, but that wouldn't make the price for his hide enough to make up for all of the Magi he had killed. She growled her weapon's name under her breath, feeling the leather begin to wind and move under her fingers. Lowering her arm as she started to get used to the stench, she locked eyes with the idiot who was coming out of the crate. The look in his eyes was beyond unhinged, and if that wasn't enough, he had dried blood smeared his chin. Had he eaten her product? That kind of crazy would have gotten him far in her unit in the Surajan army, but this was the private world.
Her men raised their guns, looking at one another uncertainly, but she didn't flinch away from his appearance. It took a lot more than that to scare her. Mostly, he'd just pissed her off.
"And who the fuck is gonna pay for all of the merchandise you just destroyed?" she asked, stepping in front of the line of men. "I had a lot of coin invested in those Magi."
Treachery wound up her arm and back down again, eager to taste blood, but she waited. Pissed or not, she was a business woman, and that meant she wasn't about to let it devolve into combat unless there was no other choice. A dead man couldn't pay her back the money that he owed her, after all. That was a lesson she'd learned from watching her loan shark associates in Dagos.
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Post by Ripley Maddox on Jan 16, 2017 2:29:12 GMT
Hereeee's Ripley!!
@elise
Merp
Merp
I could just gobble you up!~
Guns? Really? What sort of savage used guns? Did they not realize that the art of killing held no meaning, no point, unless one could feel the crunch of bones or the sliding of a sharp blade through flesh or the screams of absolute agony? There was no fun in the act of slaughter unless it comprised at least one of these things. His mad grin disappeared entirely as he thought about it. Maybe he should teach these ill-mannered ingrates a lesson the proper ways of death and destruction. The idea was quickly gaining favor in his eyes when he was distracted by the beautiful muse before him speaking.
“Merchandise?” Ripley looked over his shoulder towards the various corpses he’d left in his wake. Had he really eaten that much? He certainly felt full, but he didn’t really remember eating that many people. How long did he spend in that crate? Seeking an answer, Ripley reached down into his pockets and felt around. His hands returned to the open air with dozens of empty aerosol canisters that he let clatter the to the docks.
Oh, that was how long.
He turned back the woman in charge and her writhing snake friend. “Oh, those were yours? You don’t look like you run a restaurant that I’ve even seen. Who hires a staff that uses guns?” He rubbed his bloody chin. “Unless, of course, you aren’t a restaurant owner serving up people that didn’t want to be here on a silver platter, which would mean that you’re a slave driver!” The words were spoken as though they were a great realization, steadily rising in pitch and volume until finally reaching a peak upon reaching the last.
Ripley seemed pleased with his discovery. “So I guess that would mean that you want me to pay for these morsels seeing as lifeless lumps of flesh would make for less than adequate slaves. Unfortunately, I find myself a bit short on funds, sooooooooooooo…” He blinked several times as he crossed his arms over his chest.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 17, 2017 14:54:39 GMT
[googlefont=Quicksand] [attr="class","dec"] [attr="class","dec1"]OH DARLING, LET
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Stay still, boy.
There weren't many people that made her uncomfortable, but she had to admit to herself that this one was a little on the gross side. The pile of aerosol containers suggested that he was probably drugged out of his head, but she'd never heard of a drug that made someone eat other people. No, more likely it was a personality flaw that he had without the aid of narcotics. It had to be a damn expensive habit, especially in situations like these. Yet he claimed to have no money. Well, he was either a fantastic thief or a poor liar. Either way, he owed her a lot of coin, and he wasn't going to get out of paying her back. Lifting her hand to her men, she signaled for them to move back.
"You're going to pay me back, one way or another," she said. "Whether that's with your blood or your coin, I don't much care."
Of course, Treachery didn't much care if the blood it tasted was friend or foe, which meant that she always needed a bit extra space if she was going to avoid taking an eye of one of her own assets. She rolled her wrist and shoulders a little to loosen them, her lips broadening in a smile. It had been far too long since she'd had the luxury of drawing blood, and this one was mad enough that she doubted that he would be easy to frighten. That made him a far more interesting prospect than she'd encountered lately, more of a challenge than the usual shitbag.
Her off-hand pulled a throwing knife from beneath her sleeve, but she kept it loose in hand, just in case. Her stronger hand tightened on the handle of her whip, and she snapped the length at the man with the machine hands, looking to catch him across the face. Treachery always altered the trajectory through the air, but tended to land where she had aimed it, just made it a little harder to track through the air.
Whether the whip's strike landed or not, she snapped it back to her side with a crack that would be painful in its volume at such a close distance. The leather coil returned to its Mistress, teasing at her fingertips.
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Post by Ripley Maddox on Jan 18, 2017 7:52:05 GMT
Hereeee's Ripley!!
@elise
Show Time!!!~
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I could just gobble you up!~
Ripley watched as the nice men with guns moved back to play with the hoard of kittens that descended upon the dock. How nice it was for their leader allow them to step away from their duties for such an adorable pastime. He completely ignored what was being said to him in favor of watching the spectacle. It was thoroughly enjoyable seeing grown men playing with balls of fluff.
A crackling hiss drew his attention back to the woman. Her snake had transformed into a tomcat made entirely of lightening and said feline was flying towards him. Time slowed as his mesmerized eyes tried following the thing. The little men working the control center in his head did their best to decipher the facts behind the sparking animal. One group believed that it was a threat while the other thought of it as a friendly creature and still another group was deliberating on the philosophical meaning behind befriending an electrical cat. All that thinking ceased completely when Ripley felt his head whip to the side.
He blinked, reaching up to his check were a familiar warmth was beginning to trickle down his face. His mechanical hand came away rivetingly wet with his own blood. The grin on his face faded away into nothingness, leaving only a blank mask for his new friends to gaze upon when he looked up.
“Heh. Heheh. Eh he. Ahahaha~. AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAA!~” The frenzied light returned to Ripley’s eyes along with his Cheshire grin. The grin split apart and a tongue lolled between the teeth as Ripley reared back and his body shook with manic glee.
“SO YOU WANT THE TWO OF US TO PLAY A GAME, DO YOU!?” he screamed at the sky. His head came back down to eye the beautiful muse with a new level of appreciation. It was like an artisan picturing a piece assembling in his mind’s eye or a predator sizing up its chosen prey. “WELL THEN, LET US, YOU AND I, GIVE AUDIENCE A SHOW THEY’LL NOT SOON FORGET!!!!” His hand flew to his sword’s hilt and drew it with such speed and violence that it nearly rang. Then, with his free arm shifting into its shield form, he charged forward. His shield would rise into position to protect the lower portions of his face until his feet carried him close enough to lash out with his sword. At that point, Ripley would lunge at the first thing to cross his path with every intention of impaling it on the end of his blade.
((OOC Notes: Wasn't sure on Treachery's exact length, so I just had Rip charge in balls first.))
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Post by Deleted on Jan 18, 2017 15:07:52 GMT
[attr="class","oho"] oh darling, just let me hear you scream it makes your voice so much sweeter. [attr="class","monalisa"]Hooooookayyy... So this guy was a total fruit loop. Treachery, at least, seemed thrilled to have tasted his blood, and she lifted her hand for the snake-like weapon to touch. It left a thin line of red on her fingertips, and she inspected it for a spare moment, rubbing the liquid between her fingers. The knife in her hand was weighted for throwing, but it was still the best defense against a sword like the one that the lunatic was drawing. Fortunately, she had quite a few of them, in case she needed to throw one. Her eyes returned to him as he seemed to expend his desire to babble loudly at the sky. What she hadn't expected was for his arm to expand into a shield. Who even carried shields anymore? What, were they vikings?
Well, at least his face was bleeding. Wounds to the face always bled a lot, and even more so when they were inflicted by Treachery. Not that it was slowing him down. She rolled forward to avoid his sword, slashing at his leg as he rolled by, intending to cut open the hamstrings of the leg on his shield side. As she got to her feet, Treachery whipped forward of its own volition, attempting to wind around and through his legs. It wanted to taste more of his blood, but more than that, it wanted to bind up his legs so he couldn't run away anymore.
Elise got back to her feet, holding her knife in a defensive position in case she had failed. She hadn't gotten to where she was by being an idiot, and part of that was being cautious with an unpredictable opponent. She kept a tight grip on Treachery's handle, pulling it taut in an attempt to immobilize her opponents. It was fun when her targets played hard to get, but there was something much more fun and delicious about putting her knife to someone who couldn't stop her from drawing their blood. She wasn't sure about whether she wanted to break this one or just put him down, but either way, step one was to stop him from swinging that damn sword at her.
"Down, boy," she growled.
And she'd probably just gotten her jacket all dirty from the grim of the street. Fantastic. She would add her dry-cleaning bill to his ever-growing tab.
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Post by Ripley Maddox on Jan 19, 2017 7:07:07 GMT
Hereeee's Ripley!!
@elise
this felt a little meh.
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I could just gobble you up!~
Ripley heard the little fire birds being birthed more than he felt them as he instinctively shifted his leg to the side. Sparks flew as the knife grazed a screeching path along the alloy plating his legs, scarring up the intricate image of a fairy taking flight. Ripley might have been angered by the vandalism if the destruction hadn’t been the source of such sweet and discordant music. This one had a way with the arts and more skill than most.
Good. It wouldn’t be fun any other way.
He spun about on his heel and brought his shield and sword back into their proper positions in time to see a snake attempting to constrict his legs. That was an interesting idea. Ultimately futile, but interesting none the less. In response to the snake curling about his leg, Ripley spread his feet wide and tensed his mechanized legs while he lowered his stance. His arm would shift back into its normal form and arc down to try and snatch the thing when he felt it pull taut. Even if he failed, Ripley’s hand would continue downward until it impacted the stone. He used his hand as a balancing point over which he would roll onto his shoulder. Should his legs be still be constrained upon its completion, Ripley would use the momentum gained by his roll to further assist him as he heaved savagely on the snake with all of his enhanced might. If not, the Mad Dog would simply roll to his feet and into a low crouch with his sword held high and his expanded shield protecting his torso.
In either case, he would say, “You’re a fun one! I wonder what scenes I'll paint with your screams!"
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Post by Deleted on Jan 19, 2017 14:39:18 GMT
[attr="class","oho"] oh darling, just let me hear you scream it makes your voice so much sweeter. [attr="class","monalisa"]Sparks from his legs... They were machines, too. How could he bleed and have so many bionic parts? She only knew for sure that his head was biological and could bleed. Hopefully, that extended down to his neck as well. She didn't think she'd have the luxury of trying to cut every inch of him until she found something else that could bleed. Fighting Cyborgs was always such a pain in the ass, trying to find the weak spot while they were free to hit literally any part of her. It was part of the reason that she preferred not to deal in Cyborgs. That and the fact that they didn't make as much on the Black Market, since they were available for purchase in the regular market.
When he grabbed the end of her whip, she released the handle before he could jerk her forward, allowing him to take hold of it, however temporarily. With her now-free hand stinging, she reached for another knife. He couldn't hurt the whip if he tried, so there was little harm in him holding onto it for now. Besides, if she knew Treachery, and she did, he wouldn't want to keep holding onto it for too terribly long. She distracted him from thinking too much about it by throwing the first of her knives toward that leering blue eye. She stood on the balls of her feet, preparing to move if necessary.
As she'd expected, Treachery began to wind up his arm, swiftly finding his neck and wrapping itself around his throat. The leather coils contracted, while the tip tucked itself close to his jugular, wanting a taste of his blood. It pulled itself tighter, trying to cut off his air supply. Elise had named it Treachery because it would only obey her, and would try to kill anyone else who tried to hold it. She had little fear of him trying to use it against her.
Hopefully, he would pass out and she would be able to get Treachery back without much trouble.
"Just go down, you crazy bastard," she muttered, pulling out another knife.
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Post by Ripley Maddox on Jan 23, 2017 8:14:29 GMT
Hereeee's Ripley!!
@elise
slash! bang!
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Open ended of course.
Strangulation? What fun! Ripley had felt as the constrictor crawling up his arm to his neck and quickly tucked his chin before it could tighten while shield arm rose to protect his face. He sheathed his sword in a single fluid motion and reached to where the snake was coiled about his neck, slipping his fingers into the small gap his chin provided. If he was able to obtain even the slightest bit of purchase, he would then proceed to pull at the snake until it released its grip and flick it casually towards the woman, after which he would draw his sword once more and charge the woman.
His sword would ignite into a great blaze as he ran and as soon as he drew clear of the whip’s influence. He would slash at the air in the next moment, sending an arc of magical flame erupting towards Elise. He’d continue running towards the woman—altering his trajectory to account for any direction she might dodge in—and attack using both his shield and his sword in equal measure. The sword would attack high with a distracting flare of fire while the shield would strike low towards her midriff. His mechanical leg would fly into motion as well and use the momentum from his run to further amplify the kick he would send racing towards Elise’s legs.
The “Mad Dog” would spin himself back into a defensive position with his shield raised and his sword crossed just over his shield’s edge. His eyes would twitch as he circled in search of an opening. The manic light in his eyes would grow even brighter while he watched the woman’s movements.
“What an interesting weapon. I’ll be sure to implement it into your portrait.” His grin would widen to such an extent that it would surely be painful to any normal being. Luckily, Ripley was anything but normal.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 23, 2017 23:22:32 GMT
[attr="class","oho"] oh darling, just let me hear you scream it makes your voice so much sweeter. [attr="class","monalisa"]Treachery found her hand easily, though she caught it by the thong instead of by the handle. Sheathing one of her knives to make room, she quickly took her weapon back into her strong hand, prepared for the next assault that she was sure would come her way. She was surprised when the sword burst into flame, and she instinctively flicked her whip at it, dispelling the flame as soon as the popper touched the edge of the enchanted fire. But that wasn't the end of the danger, and she found herself once again on the defensive, but it wasn't a strategy that played to her personality very well.
Instead of dodging as she probably should have, she ran straight at him instead, dispelling the magic as soon as it was within range of her weapon. He kicked at her legs, and so she used his upraised sword arm as an anchor for her own jump, wrapping treachery around his wrist and pulling herself up over the shield. Her feet stamped down on it as she rolled over the top of him and landed behind him, slashing at the back of his neck with the knife in her free hand. Whether it landed or not, she would unravel Treachery from his wrist and leap backward, trying to create some distance. She wasn't a close quarters fighter, especially when her opponents were this heavily armored.
Treachery was getting cranky, not having tasted his blood since its first initial touch of his face. She shushed it with a small jerk of her wrist, and it flicked irritably back and forth.
What was it going to take to put this guy down? He was so high on whatever his drug of choice, she doubted he was feeling much in the way of pain, no matter how much damage she did to him. If it wasn't for the veritable fortune he'd cost her, hell, she might have hired him as muscle. As it was, he was nothing but a loose cannon who wanted her blood almost as much as she wanted his. This wasn't going anywhere fast.
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Post by Ripley Maddox on Jan 25, 2017 10:29:32 GMT
Hereeee's Ripley!!
@elise
Thanks for the dance~
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Once again, open-ended. Trying to make an escape.
Such skill! Such daring! Ripley’s eyes flashed with delight when his opponent met his mad rush with one of her own rather than cowering in fear or trying to avoid him as he’d expected. It was astonishing to him that the woman was able to weave a path through his assault and bound over him, even managing to strike at his neck before leaping away. It occurred to him that the fibers woven into his flesh were likely the only thing that saved the spine shaped battery that powered his limbs. That fact alone made the game even more interesting than it already was.
Gleaming eyes flicked between his opponent and her weapon. A whip was not a thing one encountered very often, and that added a stimulating facet to the story of their dance. While he would’ve much preferred the sonorous tones of blade song ringing in his ears, this dance was simply to intriguing to resist. “You have talent, that much is obvious. Dancing with you has been an honor that I shan’t soon forget.” He sheathed his sword for the third time this evening and collapsed his shield back into its proper shape.
“You should keep your eyes on the news. I will be leaving a little something for you. A rendering of our dance beneath the moonlight. And what a tale it will tell, for there is nothing in this world than glory in battle!” The enchantment upon his sheathe reacted to his cry, transforming it into a sword that he hefted into both hands. He would turn his back on his opponent and make a mad dash for the line of gun-toting men. The sword would come around in an arc and he would use weight and momentum to spin himself around as he drew near. Whether the men dodged or were bisected at the chest was irrelevant to the “Mad Dog”; he would continue past them regardless and slice open a nearby pair of diesel barrels.
“Victory is mine,” he’d whisper, releasing his blade of it enchantment as he took hold of the now blunt sheathe and unleashed the full fury of his longsword to ignite the liquid. Then, he would continue running towards the city. There was canvas to been stretched and paint to be collected if he expected to make good on his promise. |
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