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Author Topic: The Clutch (A bar for airship pirates, ragamuffins and other law breakers)  (Read 29828 times)
The Corsair
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« Reply #475 on: January 04, 2011, 10:13:55 pm »

"I'm not a fan of standing in the open like this. If anyone's seen us then we'll no doubt look as though we're up to something. Is Eddie joining us?" He asking, gesturing at the almost forgotten Eddie. With his 6 foot 6 stature it was a wonder he could simply be 'forgotten' in lieu of someone as nondescript as Li Tung. A light chuckle escaped his throat.
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I think I should also mention I had a dream about this game, only Bailey was a woman...

I assure you, that incident in Singapore was all a misunderstanding.
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rtafStElmo
« Reply #476 on: January 05, 2011, 06:46:20 am »

"I'm in 'til the fat lady sings and the cows all come dancin' home," Eddie said in a jocular vein, hooking his thumbs in the fronts of his suspenders.

Brantley rolled his eyes; Eddie's tendency to spout one-liners tended to get worse and worse along with the situation. He asked, tightly, "What about the top office, Eddie? What's Miss Sally's orders?"

"Just exactly the same as I said, M.W., stick around and help out 'til it's over."

"Well, lets get this over with, then, lead on, Li Tung," Brantley said, as he pulled out and checked his Mauser, reholstering it in the shoulder holster and casting a stern look back at Eddie. "And keep that lightning stick in the scabbard until we need it, Eddie, I don't want to suddenly get a new mouth on the back of my head because you slipped on an spring roll..."

They began following Li Tung deeper into the heart of the underbelly of Macau, the sounds of the city and its activities, both legal and illicit, echoing from all sides as they passed. Here a woman scrubbing laundry in the canal, despite the stink of the waterway, there, the all-too-revealing shadows of a man holding another at knifepoint, and of a purse being handed over. screams as if someone were being burnt and stabbed simultaneously from the rear, and the clattering of a passing rickshaw in the alleyways ahead.

It seemed that the city was not the sort that slept easily...
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Walk softly and carry a big banjo...

""quid statis aspicientes in infernum"
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« Reply #477 on: January 05, 2011, 10:56:16 pm »

He enjoyed the sounds of the city, including the less-than-pleasant ones (as sadistic as it may have been to enjoy them), due to the sheer familiarity of it all. Somehow the muggings made it more homely and without them he would have simply been in some eastern city with a local, a giant, a barmaid, a badass and a human squid.

He stopped for a moment, letting the thought sink in and he chuckled slightly at how he found it homely to be with this bunch. His life had thrown him in with some interesting people but they had, at least to the best of his knowledge, been wholly human and not as perfectly two-faced as most of this lot.

He continued on swiftly enough to make his pause in stride unnoticed by the others. Unfortunately, someone else entirely did notice and took his pause as an examination of the mugging being carried out by the shadowy man.

A rough Portuguese/Chinese hybrid dialect, often used by small crime units to communicate, echoed out from a side alley.
"You think this lady's loss is funny?"
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MWBailey
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rtafStElmo
« Reply #478 on: January 07, 2011, 06:08:28 am »

Brantley attempted to keep going; there was a not-so-subtle wrongness in this situation.It was true, he reflected, that even in such direly dangerous and changeable landscapes as a crime-ridden back alley in a city known for violent crime and even more violent death, there occurred tiny pockets of civility, whether sincere or a mere affectation used as bait in a trap. Still, this didn't feel like a simple mugger's trap, be it baited with a dispute over a lady's honorable grief or not. He stopped as ahead of him five thugs armed variously with spiked chains, flails, slaughterhouse cattle-goads, and what looked like a wooden curtain rod blocked the alleyway. He heard scuttling and scurrying steps behind the group as well, and it became obvious that they were surrounded. blocked from further progress by a bunch of lowlife plug-uglies up from the local sewer. still something felt...almost magical, an dthen Brantley realized what was going on.

A new voice spoke up out of teh shadows. "Li Tung, you have sunk so low as to guide foreign devils through our territory? Your Sensei will have to pay a high ransom -- for your corpse!

The air was suddenly filled with screams of attack as fifteen thugs leaped to teh attack. Brantley had time for barely one shot from the mauser, and then the feeding tentacle was out from under his coat and throwing terror-stricken thugs left and right. He thought he heard Alegrah yelling for assistance, and a curse from Cap'n Carton, but he was too closely occupied to do anything about it until he saw the trio of thugs bearing a red-haired burlap bundle away up a side alley, disappearing over a wall. the two parties then separated almost as if by fate, and the same voice spoke again.

"Lo Fong requires the presence of your fire-haired beauty! If she is lucky she will be a goddess! KILL THEM!"

Brantley roared in rage and frustration. "NO ONE steals a comrade from me!" and whipped out his Arkansas toothpick, throwing it at the dark shape of the speaker. A grunt of pain sounded, the shape hunched backwards as if in pain, but then made as if to pull out the knife (and then it glittered on the ground in the red glow of a backdoor lantern), and with a ritualistic-but-obviously-pained series of arm movements, unleashed a bolt of bright-red fire that knocked Brantley against the wall and to the ground...
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« Reply #479 on: January 07, 2011, 01:23:27 pm »

Alegrah cursed loudly, struggling for a few moments before letting her form grow limp within the bag. Furiously thinking, she struck out with a heeled foot to try and find purchase on her captor's leg, which she hoped would earn a yelp in retaliation rather than a knife into her bosom. She then proceeded to curl her form into a protective bundle and carefully withdraw a dagger from her boot. This she tucked into her sleeve as she heard the now distant bellow of Brantley, which caused a wince but also a twinge of regret for not being quite as open with them as she could have been. She shrugged this off, reassuring herself that she'd see them again soon.
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« Reply #480 on: January 09, 2011, 08:18:04 am »

Horatio turned at the sound of movement behind him, just as a new voice, apparently addressing their guide, spoke from the shadows. The thugs rushed them with wild yells, and the nearest responded to Horatio's strike with a sudden lightning-fast movement that seemed to both dodge his attack and turn the force of it back on him, throwing him back against a stack of crates piled against the wall. He rolled to one side to dodge a downward-swung weapon that crashed into the crates beside him, and came to his feet fighting with his knife in his right hand and revolver in his left, though he only got a few shots off in the confusion.

He caught a glimpse of someone struggling, he couldn't tell who until he heard a yell that sounded like Alegrah's, against three of the thugs that seemed intent on bringing her with them. He almost had his revolver's sights lined up on one of them as they fled down the alley, before a spinning kick from out of nowhere hit him square on the nose and sent him staggering back a few feet, dazed.

"-lucky she will be a Goddess! KILL THEM!" He heard a voice command, and then Brantley's yell of frustration.

A sudden blaze of red light filled the narrow alley, and one of the thugs yelled something triumphantly that he could only make out what sounded like Portuguese for 'fire', before the voice was silenced...
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rtafStElmo
« Reply #481 on: January 10, 2011, 04:43:30 am »

One of the worst things one can do in a situation involving a shapeshifter of any ilk is to tick them off. Anything, literally, can happen in such a case, and in Brantley's it was quite literally the truth -- for their attackers. In a red haze, he managed to leave his comrades alone, but their attackers were not so lucky.

The voice that had tried to yell the command to 'fire' was suddenly cut off by a very long, very muscular tentacle with a wickedly-barbed-sucker-covered flap-like club on the end that wrapped around his throat with a grip like a fallen angel. Several of his fellow henchmen were also snatched up by similar appendages, which both squeezed away their consciousnesses (and their lives) and inflicted horrible wounds on their bodies; even if they had lived through the squeezing, they would most likely have died from the wounds.

They were flung in all directions, guns and other weapons clattering on the ground. The remaining henchmen saw the carnage, then looked to the deadly eyes of the rest of Brantley's party. As the fire-thrower was taken up and flung high against the bricks of a nearby building, It became apparent that they were up against more than a hapless bunch of tourists. Suddenly, bolts of too-bright-to-look-at lightning roared around the alleyway, and four more attackers fell. The rest grew wide eyed, shouting something frantic in their polyglot tongue, and fled the scene.

Soon, there was no sound but that of a distantly barking dog, and far away and getting farther the sound of unwilling hostage being borne away, and the shouts of pain and outrage of a henchman both kicked and another stuck with a dagger through the fabric of the bag in which they carried their quarry.
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The Corsair
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« Reply #482 on: January 11, 2011, 09:52:13 am »

The moment the other figures emerged he wasted no time in using a short burst of psychokineticism to hurl the original speaker against the wall, leaving him to slump unconscious.

As he spun, he caught the words "-Goddess! KILL THEM!" And aimed a a rather rushed burst of bricks, as conveniently shaken loose by his last victim, toward what he figured was the origin voice but in his shallow state of psychic sensitivity he could not psycholocate and missed wildly. His intense choler at the naivety of the attackers in their assumption of the group as being average tourists blocked him from the lower, calmer and more balanced enumerations that he needed to attain to repel what was obviously somewhat supernatural assailants.

He heard a scream that could have only been Alegrah and made the small mental jump linking that scream with a kidnapping. Thankfully the scream pierced his anger and he plunged himself through the enumerations in order to locate the kidnapper. He honed in and made himself relocate. As his molecular structure entered that which was not he caught a disastrous glimpse of purely incorrect geometry and was hurled back to his original location where he promptly vomited and fell to the cobblestones below. In his state of swiftly receding consciousness he caught dream-like glimpses of Brantley unleashing pure rage from that part of him which was uncontrollably Illithid.

Before the half-familiar blackness set in, he allowed his barely-functioning mind to convince him the vision was a dream in order to retain his sanity.

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The initial voice from the shadows meant nothing to Li. Every thug wanted a piece of someone else and, should it really go further than words shielded by darkness, Arthur could handle it.
It was the latter speaker who dared mention his name that caught his ears and put his weapons reflexively in his hands. He had been reduced to crude swords but with his proficiency, they were deadlier than any master blade.

He did what he could against those standard meat-shield thugs that hurled themselves at him but, seeing what happened to the man who seemed to pilot Arthur's latest mode of transport, he thought better than to attack the slightly sharper dressed men.

As he spun away from the near-halved corpse of his latest assailant, he caught a glimpse of a telltale logo on the back of one man's hand. Lo Fong's Elites his subconscious forced into his conscious.

The scream of Alegrah, closely followed by Arthur collapsing and Brantley rushing off in choleric pursuit signified the end of what was most definitely not a standard street brawl.

He unintentionally paused before rushing to Arthur's side. He knew much about the Irishman's abilities but had never witnessed an event like that which had just assaulted his chief sense.
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« Reply #483 on: January 11, 2011, 01:48:06 pm »

Alegrah chose that time to simply remain huddled within the sack, unable to do any more until she was released, and she was expecting a punishment when she did. Let them see what a sweet little kitten she could be -- and then turn into the bloodthirsty lioness.
She clenched a fist, oddly worried for her comrades and their welfare, hoping all of them had gotten off better than she had.
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« Reply #484 on: January 28, 2011, 09:57:20 pm »

((O.O.C- Someone fill me in, please xD))
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« Reply #485 on: January 28, 2011, 09:59:45 pm »

((we're in Macau with someone from my past name Li Tung and we're planning on overthrowing mob boss Lo Fong. Check the OOC thread for more))
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« Reply #486 on: January 28, 2011, 10:13:59 pm »

((O.O.C- Where the Hell do I come in.. argh. Hate work...))

Cornelia doubted that anyone had noticed that she'd dissapeared from sight. She was often the one to dissapear, slip quietly away and then re-appear when the situation turned nasty. She'd kept close, though. Lingering in the shadows. Her black cloak made that easy for her to do.
She watched as all Hell broke loose. It wasn't until a few bullets nearly hit her that she sprung into action. Her cloak flew open and she drew out her pistols, aiming them at anyone she didn't recognise and was aiming at those she did, and she shot bullet after bullet at them. From what she had gathered, Alegrah was in trouble. But where she was, Cornelia had no idea. She could hear her, but twith the gun shots ringing in her ears, it was hard to place the screams for a while.
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rtafStElmo
« Reply #487 on: January 28, 2011, 11:13:44 pm »

B4rantley slowly came back to himself, the taste of blood in his mouth and the ragged remains of the five henchmen he had grabbed while in shifted form still clutched tightly in the hook-lined tentacles. HE gradually managed to make it fit into his head that he had gone fuill-on Cthuloid and had most likely torn at the bodies with teh Creature's beak while they struggled in his grasp. he shuddered in horror, but mastered himself. there was work to be done. "Cap'n Carton?" he was surprised; the psionic impact of teh Creature usually drove people insane or into unconscious torpor, but the pirate captain was obviously none too affected.

Cap'n, i or we have to go after Alegrah. She was taken this way," he said, startuing in that direction, using the still-extended tentacles to move himself along. "I can miove much faster this way, Cap'n, care to hitch a ride?"
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« Reply #488 on: January 28, 2011, 11:23:53 pm »

She looked at Bailey, unfazed. She's seen too much to be fazed by the sight of a Cthuloid.
"Very well" She said. She clambered up ontp Bailey's back, clinging onto him for dear life.
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rtafStElmo
« Reply #489 on: January 29, 2011, 02:49:11 am »

((OOC: Not meaning to put too fine of a point on it, but my character's name is 'M.W. Brantley').

Brantley gave the captain a moment to get settled, and then he was off, traversing walls and roofs in what amounted to a rapid cross-country sprint that ate distance and sooon brought them back within sight of Alegrah's kidnappers -- just as they ducked into, of all places, a Chinese-owned laundry factory, a truly massive edifice that appeared to be half pagoda and half brick factory block.

Brantley slithered and clambered back down to street level, only to be confronted suddenly by a crowd of about a hundred yellow-shirted stick-wielding fighters wearing white trousers, all apparently intent upon preventing their entry to the Laundry Factory. there was a sudden commotioon from behind, and Brantley turned to fing another crowd of fighters, these bearing weapons of all sorts and dressed in black tunics and trousers, who screaed a battle cry in Chinese at the Yellow-shirted gang, who screamed in reply. Then Li Tung stepped out ijn front of the black-shirts, grinned at Brantley and the Captain, and then led the blackshirts  toward teh yellowshirts, who were already charging to the fight.

"Cap'n, it looks like we have allies,; it looks like teh black-shirt boys are on our side...
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« Reply #490 on: April 19, 2011, 07:44:50 pm »

She eyed the fighters, giving them all the once over.
"Alright. Let us fight" She said, unsheathing her sword. With a battle cry, she charged at the yellow shirts, swinging at the first few who crossed her path, ending their lives swiftly.
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