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Post by Clarence Winchester on Sept 19, 2017 0:58:26 GMT
A troublesome day, yes, quite so. Among his many co-workers, he was sure that none had to deal with the disaster that was unfolding in front of him. the library did not forbid drinks with a closed lid, though Clarence remained distrustful of any sort of liquid near his books. The man held it loose palmed, face pleasant and worry free. Much unlike his. From the checkout desk he watched him with falcon like focus. A cough from the "staff only" room shook his courage, he kept the glare for a few more moments before turning to acknowledge his colleague. Samuel frowned. "I know you get upset about drinks in the library, but you'll scare off customers like that."
Jonathan nodded before moving to the computer in front of him. In the corner of his sight he could see Sam move back to the security room. Instant his eyes flew to where the man was, disappointed to find that they had moved further into the countless shelves, as they had disappeared from sight. Great, he was stuck here in reception and checkouts, while an unnamed man with a potential financial disaster in a bottle. With a final heaving sigh he moved off the chair and moved to his actual task. Oh this was going to be a long day.
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It was a long wait for his working day to end but he was glad when it was. He couldn't stand watching that, disgustingly, handsome, man have his way with that drink. If he spilled that inside, not only would he have to worry about fines, but if he got anything on the books he'd have to deal with the medical bill that Clarence would hand him personally. Finding his usual path through the slums he moved efficiently and robotical. Stiff like a machine and cold like ice. Occasionally he would glance down at his watch. 'I still have about two hours before Kas returns from the temple. That leaves me with one hour to clean and cook, and another to get dressed and do the laundry, as well as clean that little fur-ball's room. Wait, that would mean thirty minutes delay for laundry, great. Wait, I can do mine first so I don't get fur mixed with my load. Perfect.' As his thoughts flew around his skull he vaguely make note of the shadows stalking behind him. He turned around sharply to find a few lightly armed fellows. Each wearing yellow bandanas. Exactly just like that time before with Kai... "You got some guts cross'n these streets after what happened with that magi." One of them called. The other showed their support with savage shouts and yells. A couple men could be seen behind trash cans and dumpsters, but a only a handful had the courage to stand out in the open.
They would be the first to die.
The weapon in his pocket grew warmer. Jonathan had turned off the safety as soon as he rearmed after leaving his job. All he needed to do was pull it out and it would be ready. None of them appeared to have any guns, but the middle aged man knew that not everything was as it seemed and could guess they had at least a few guys armed with such weaponry. Shit he was screwed. Plan B then.
With a flourish he flashed the gun and brought it to the side of his head. The surprised gasps were exacly what he had been hoping for. "Don't you dare move." He threatened. Plan B: Stall for time.
Notes: I'm holding out for a hero tonight, he's got to be strong and he's got to be fast, and he better not left Jonathan die. Jonathan die.
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Post by Wolfe on Oct 7, 2017 18:32:41 GMT
[attr="class","ohlove"] I can’t fight this feeling I’m out of control Gang disputes were not typically something Wolfe liked to get involved with. It drew unwanted attention, and was potentially bad for business given the particular clientele his employers. However, when one stumbled unknowingly across said gang disputes on the way home, there wasn’t much one could do.
While the cyborg didn’t recognize anyone involved, it was fairly easy to tell that at least one side of the dispute was an organized group. Or they all just happened to like yellow bandanas, but his money was on the former.
One of them was shouting something about a magi as Wolfe rounded the corner, behind the lone man with the gun, but in full view of the gang he was facing off against. Here, he stopped, quickly taking stock of the situation. About ten people against the one, some visibly armed with makeshift melee weapons, others with none in sight. A few made the mistake of being in the open.
Not his problem, really. But while the cyborg was perfectly content to let them be, they were in his way. Going around was inconvenient, but less so, he supposed, than attempting to pass through.
One of the more vocal individuals seemed to agree. “Piss off, cyborg, ‘fore you get hurt. This ain’t your fight.” A couple jeers agreed with him, but the rest seemed more focused on the firearm than the newcomer.
Wolfe paused here, considering. Clarisse probably wouldn’t be pleased if she found out he’d gotten involved in something like this, but there was something in the tone of the demand that he found he didn’t like. However, it seemed that he’d waited a bit too long, as the same thug snapped at him a second time. “Oi! You hear me, you dumbass toaster? Get out’a here!”
Irritated now, the cyborg turned, but he only made it a few steps before stopping again as another foolish insult was flung his way. “That’s it. Good little bucket of bolts. Go on now!”
Screw it. He was getting involved. Stooping, Wolfe picked up a sizable shard of glass from the ground, testing its weight. Then, satisfied that it would do, he whipped around and threw it, right into the neck of the thug who had thought it a good idea to insult him. The rest would follow shortly, as he launched himself past the man with the gun.
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Post by Clarence Winchester on Oct 13, 2017 2:32:43 GMT
Well aren’t I the luckiest man alive, a wander cyborg. ‘A cliched action, almost out of a movie. What does that leave me, the damsel in distress?’ I thought flatly. Firming holding the end of the gun to my head I looked on the small crowd again. The interloper was behind me, and most of the focus was on them. Good thing too, he was getting an itchy finger holding a gun to the side of his head. Slowly he moved it down to his side, still loaded. Finger gliding over the trigger and ready to fire at will. I thought back to the comments these boys were flinging at the cyborg. Now I’ll admit, I’m not too learned in the methods which those mechanical beings were created but it’s sure as a damn that even without emotions, which I recently learned was an option, you don’t want to start on the wrong foot of a being who can rip you apart with relative ease. To prove his point the cyborg leapt into action, dashing past me and into the crowd of ill gathered young adults. The one with glass in his neck didn’t particularly seem well. The librarian frowned and he debated what to do about these kids. As much as I detest this kind of folk, this kind of rough treatment was quite far beyond what they deserved. With short mental sigh he followed the action with a raised gun. Aiming, I chose to give the cyborg five more seconds of freely willed violence before intervening. The man raised the gun and fired on the trash bins concealing his assaulter. Judging from their reactions they weren't quite expecting things to turn out of their favor like this. I wasn't really expecting this either. A random cyborg walks into the scene and the librarian gets an unwitting ally, the chances at that no? When they started to retreat I carefully aimed and fired at their legs, hoping to prevent them from escaping. The newcomer seemed to be rather into what they were doing and so he left him alone for the most part, opting to focus his attention on the targets. Assuming that the cyborg didn't kill them first, there was going to be a long and, especially, painful "talk" in their future. Jonathan swore a scream out when a bullet shot through his arm, immediately he moved to gain some cover behind a trash bin.Glancing out from his hiding spot, revealed that more of these pompous teens had come out. This time a bit more well equipped. Hard wood bats and pistols were scattered amongst them and they was going to turn ugly real fast. Seemed their numbers have gone since the last time they faced off. Jonathan cursed again against the throbbing pain in his arm, he didn't even try to relax it, that was impossible anyways. Despite the pain he was feeling he forced himself to continue to try and push them back. From behind the safety of his trash bin he worked to try and deal with them non-lethally. Aiming for their shoulders or arms where he could. Ignoring those whom he could kill. Wolfe |
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Post by Wolfe on Oct 27, 2017 14:56:43 GMT
[attr="class","ohlove"] I can’t fight this feeling I’m out of control Keep it clean. The idea was held carefully in his head, propped up as a silent reminder as Wolfe charged into the fray he’d created. The first death was messy, bloody— but it would be the only one like that, if he could help it. No more weapons would be used, nor blood drawn where it could stain any part of his clothing or chassis, which meant there was going to be a lot of broken necks and crushed windpipes. He could do that.
And he did, darting after those who attempted to flee first, so they could not escape. Sickening cracks and crunches reverberated through the alley as Wolfe felled one after another of his unfortunate quarry, but none could even hope to match the ring of gunfire as it erupted around him. Damn it. A look that might have been a glare, were he fully capable of forming one, was shot in the direction of the brunet he’d “rescued”. In his mind, firing the weapons he held had been foolish. Guns drew attention, bullets could be traced… although if the man had any sense, his wouldn’t lead back to him, if it led anywhere at all.
Ultimately, it was only his problem due to the noise, and its tendency to attract law enforcement. He’d have to be a little quicker, then. When the last of those who attempted to run were dead, the cyborg turned his attention to the ones carrying firearms of their own, doing his best to evade taking any fire himself. Fortunately, he was faster than they were, and with the brunet to distract them, the deaths came easy.
At what might have been an alarming pace for the weak of heart, the numbers of the gang thinned. And unless his temporary companion attempted to stop him, the whole lot would be left dead. [newclass=.ohlove]width:480px;padding:5px;border:1px solid #55eb44;background: #55eb44;][/newclass][googlefont=Oswald][googlefont=Roboto][newclass=.lacking]width: 420px; height: 0px; background-color: rgba(40,40,40,0.4); overflow: hidden; -moz-transition: 3s all; -webkit-transition: 3s all; -o-transition: 3s all; transition: 1s all; [/newclass][newclass=.ohlove:hover .lacking]width: 400px; height: 180px; padding: 10px;[/newclass][newclass=.ohlove:hover .eyes]transition:1s;margin-top:0px;[/newclass][newclass=.eyes]background-color:#1f1f1f;opacity:.8;font-family:calibri; font-size: 9px; text-transform: uppercase;color:#ffffff;padding:20px;margin-top:400px;width:360px; height: 140px; transition:1.5s; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify;[/newclass] |
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Post by Clarence Winchester on Nov 1, 2017 1:19:49 GMT
Another grunt escaped Jonathan as he clutched his wound. He kept a loose grip on his pistol with his bloodied arm. Damn. He was going to get blood all over the house, the librarian just hoped that Kai didn’t return home for quite a while, his little brother was already quite fragile. A bleeding brother was a situation he could tell the magi wasn’t prepared for. “Though, what I would do for some magic right now huh?” He frowned bitterly. Jonathan tried to relax as much as he could, he didn’t need to lose more blood than he already has. With a effort he forced himself to glance over the metal cover. What sight greeted him was truly horrific. The cyborg has done, frankly, an excellent job at butchering these teen delinquents. However this slaughter was starting to get out of hand, and these he really didn’t want to go to jail for this. Even if law enforcement didn’t catch him he was certain than there was more than enough evidence to link him to this particular event. More importantly, little Kas would be horrified to discover his involvement in mass slaughter. Why did he brother have to be such a pacifist!? Though particularly upset by that fact he was stil glad his brother turned out to be quite the gentle magi. Which reminds me, I better get to work if I want to be able to see him. Jonathan stumbled a bit as he brought himself up, loosely covering his pouring wound. “Shit… shit… shit…” he panted. He might pass out on the way to the bloody metal man. Luckily most of the gunmen were cowering in fear so Jonathan had little chance of being shot thankfully. The bloody human placed his good hand on the metal body. “Sorry to interrupt, but I think that we should get out of here. The police will have ought to have picked up by now, and I really need medical attention, you as well.” Wolfe |
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Post by Wolfe on Nov 3, 2017 13:29:43 GMT
[attr="class","ohlove"] I can’t fight this feeling I’m out of control Seven left alive… Six… five— A hand settled on his shoulder, and Wolfe whipped around, prepared to bring that number down again, only to stop just before he landed a hit. It was the brunet standing there, not one of the gang. Head tilting briefly as he listened, the cyborg lunged to catch an individual trying to flee.
Crack. Four. The rest remained cowering in place for the time being, so after the latest body fell to the ground, Wolfe turned once more to face his temporary ‘ally’. To his credit, he had something of a point. The police would be arriving soon— already he could hear sirens echoing in the distance. As for the need of medical attention… “I don’t need help.” He had taken a few shots, yes, but they were glancing at best. A couple new dents to be buffed out. The fact that the other man was bleeding, to his mind, wasn’t really his problem. Although… it would be better to ensure he got out of here as well, if for no other reason than to ensure he didn’t give the both of them away.
But on that note, there were still a few loose ends to deal with. Stooping, he ripped a strip of fabric from the shirt of one of the fallen, and tossed it toward the brunet. “Bind your arm.” Whether this was done or not, Wolfe would move to quickly take care of the remainder of the gang. Three… two… one…
None. No witnesses to speak of, save for the one he had inadvertently defended and subsequently horrified. Satisfied for the moment, Wolfe would move toward him, and reach to try taking a hold of the man. If successful, the cyborg would pull him away from the carnage, and into one of the narrower alleys, where he would launch into the air, pulling the other along with him as he would leap from wall to wall until the two of them landed on a rooftop, a few floors up from the streets. [newclass=.ohlove]width:480px;padding:5px;border:1px solid #55eb44;background: #55eb44;][/newclass][googlefont=Oswald][googlefont=Roboto][newclass=.lacking]width: 420px; height: 0px; background-color: rgba(40,40,40,0.4); overflow: hidden; -moz-transition: 3s all; -webkit-transition: 3s all; -o-transition: 3s all; transition: 1s all; [/newclass][newclass=.ohlove:hover .lacking]width: 400px; height: 180px; padding: 10px;[/newclass][newclass=.ohlove:hover .eyes]transition:1s;margin-top:0px;[/newclass][newclass=.eyes]background-color:#1f1f1f;opacity:.8;font-family:calibri; font-size: 9px; text-transform: uppercase;color:#ffffff;padding:20px;margin-top:400px;width:360px; height: 140px; transition:1.5s; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify;[/newclass] |
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Post by Clarence Winchester on Nov 5, 2017 4:15:24 GMT
The librarian rolled his eyes at the metal one’s arrogance. As powerful as he may be, of that fact he’ll receive no opposition from him, law enforcement would have much more effective firepower supporting them and he’d rather return home in one whole piece; preferably not in a body bag. Jonatha was startled out of his thoughts when a stripe of fabric was thrown at it. He instinctively reached out and caught it in his palm, the sides of the fabric snapping at the ends. So it seemed that despite their disposition the walking metal man had common sense, brilliant. Although he wasn’t too happy about their tone he didn’t really have to terribly a choice did he? Not that he couldn’t handle the rough treatment. Jonathan rolled his eyes again as he tucked the material between his arm and chest while he set to binding the wound. Tying a decent knot over the bullet wound. He instinctively bit his lip against the pain as he dressed the injury, thankfully he managed to get it over with quickly. The bow might have been a little too extensive though he was impressed nonetheless with having succeeded with only one hand available. His mechanical ally soon approached him after whatever small business he was finishing up. Hopefully Jonathan was able to save one or two by his intervention. When they reached out to grab him he hesitated but soon relaxed, deciding to trust the cyborg. (Though should he have honestly done that? He did just slaughter a disturbing number of troubled adolescents after all.) They took care to hold him tight enough to prevent him from falling for what they did next. In a great leap the pair landed on the side of a building, then another, and another. When they had finally reached the roof Jonathan was starting to black out. Still holding onto the cyborg for support he slowly leaned down and sat down on the ground. “Thanks for the help.” He groaned. It seemed that all that excitement aggravated his injury. Jonathan cradled his arm as he stared down the bloodied rags concealing the wound. He looked up to the cyborg than ‘rescued’ him. “The roof tops are a good start but they’ll eventually find us here. Do you have a place we can hide out for a bit? If not I’ve got a place not too far away.” Wolfe |
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Post by Wolfe on Dec 3, 2017 19:15:50 GMT
[attr="class","ohlove"] I can’t fight this feeling I’m out of control The other’s thanks received no visible or verbal response, aside from a brief look in the brunet’s direction. Even if there was time for it, Wolfe wasn’t much of one for pleasantries, although he did offer something that might have been an affirmative grunt a few moments later.
Although he doubted that the authorities would give much thought into looking up for their escaped killers, the fact remained that it was probably a good idea to put some distance between themselves and the scene they’d left behind. Pausing a moment, the cyborg assessed the distance between this roof and the ones surrounding it. Even encumbered as he would have to be for a while longer, he could make the distance, he was sure. Then once they’d gotten far enough, they could get back down to street level and be on their separate ways— he certainly wasn’t going to bring this stranger home with him, at any rate.
At any rate, time was growing short, and they needed to get moving. “… Come on.” Once more, Wolfe would approach the other man with the intention of taking hold of him, much as he had before. If allowed, he would direct the two of them toward the building’s edge, pause a moment to build up power, and make a great leap for the next roof over, where he would land as smoothly as he could manage, so as not to jostle his temporary companion too badly. Should the other not resist, this would repeat several more times, until there were a good number of blocks between them and the carnage they left behind. [newclass=.ohlove]width:480px;padding:5px;border:1px solid #55eb44;background: #55eb44;][/newclass][googlefont=Oswald][googlefont=Roboto][newclass=.lacking]width: 420px; height: 0px; background-color: rgba(40,40,40,0.4); overflow: hidden; -moz-transition: 3s all; -webkit-transition: 3s all; -o-transition: 3s all; transition: 1s all; [/newclass][newclass=.ohlove:hover .lacking]width: 400px; height: 180px; padding: 10px;[/newclass][newclass=.ohlove:hover .eyes]transition:1s;margin-top:0px;[/newclass][newclass=.eyes]background-color:#1f1f1f;opacity:.8;font-family:calibri; font-size: 9px; text-transform: uppercase;color:#ffffff;padding:20px;margin-top:400px;width:360px; height: 140px; transition:1.5s; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify;[/newclass] |
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