Thread 21 - Fighting Crime or Criminally Fighting

Ameya Schillian Nepress!aLEJudith. 6 Dec 2015 2:27:35 PM No.41173136>>41173147>>41173154>>41173173



>>41172325
>>41172327
>She tried to stop the blow with a sound wave but it only managed to dull the blow. Even in her almost berserker rage, she knew this was going very badly for her. One more hit like that and she'll be out of it and then...
<"I can't lose! Not after all I've done to get where I am!"
>Too much was at stake to allow some greenhorn out of nowhere beat her. Pride, her stand with her boss, everything.
<"I am not weak! I won't fail here!"

>She once again does the only thing she can, scream at fate until she either fell or fate turned in her favour.

Ameya Schillian Nepress!aLEJudith. 6 Dec 2015 3:38:32 PM No.41173298>>41173403



>>41173173
>Watching as her opponent sailed away from her and into a wall, the little noble almost fell to her knees. Almost. She had too much pride to display such weakness even if she was close to passing out.

That'll... teach you.

>She'd have gloated if she had the energy to do so. But even if she could say she won, he was close regardless. If that spell didn't hit as hard as it did, he would have had another shot on her and probably would have defeated her.

...

>She needed to get stronger clearly. If some greenhorn of the guard could give her this much trouble...
>So she staggers away back towards home. The rest of the guard was bound to come investigate even if this was Basilisk turf and she didn't want to be around for that.

Abris Phinn!Ren/VL7f/Q 13 Dec 2015 4:56:33 PM No.41182480>>41182492
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>This was such BULLSHIT!

>Carving a furious path through the Guard HQ was Abris Phinn, battered, bruised and bloody pissed off. Not ONLY had he lost to someone that would have qualified as a dwarf if not for the magic soundwave, but it turned out that HE was in the wrong for it!

>The captain of his squad had explained to him that the Guard and the 'Basilisks' had a sort of...agreement. The nastier districts of Kingsmeet, the sort of places that only the most grizzled veterans would be capable of actually policing, were to be left to the Basilisks, who would control the crime and make sure that it never got to absolute lawlessness.

>His teeth clenched and his hands balled up into fists. What kind of corrupt organisation had he signed up for?! Organised crime in place of anarchy? That was just admitting defeat, letting the criminal scum get away with whatever they pleased. What must it be like for the civilians? To have to live in a place where not only would they have to contend with ne'er-do-wells of all shapes and sizes, but the guard wouldn't even TRY to fix life for them?

>His stomping finally took him outside of the building. He looked back at it, still visibly pissed off, before he lets out an annoyed huff, continuing on into town.

>What he needed now, was a break. Maybe grab a sandwich, some pastries and cleanse his head. Hell, maybe he could treat himself to some of that newfangled food. He'd heard it was pretty unhealthy, but tasted kinda nice...He'd just have to intensify his workout.

Abris Phinn!Ren/VL7f/Q 13 Dec 2015 5:28:59 PM No.41182505>>41182549
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>>41182492

>He'd expected someone to come looking for him eventually, he HAD kind of just stormed out. Still, remarkably quick, and he was in no mood for any of this.

Yeah, what do you-

>He turns to face the figure and is not greeted by another of the guard, instead, by an ambiguous figure in a cloak. How mysterious. He was almost tempted to lie, but mama didn't raise no liar.

...Yeah. That's me. Have we met? I can't exactly tell with that cloak of yours...

Abris Phinn!Ren/VL7f/Q 13 Dec 2015 6:10:04 PM No.41182593>>41182673
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>>41182549

>Abris turns to look at the card. The BOSS wanted to speak with him?! Not even two weeks on the job and he was already getting in trouble with the figureheads of criminal groups! Well, the Basilisks WERE a mercenary guild, so technically they were covered by Kingsmeet law...But some of them had probably taken illegal jobs, and it was a crime to aid and abet criminals, so there!

>It was probably due to his scrape with the midget. Maybe this was going to be the stern reminder to know his place, that the guard was an inferior force or whatever. He was tempted not to go...But if the books were anything to go by, snubbing a crime boss would either lead to animal parts in his bed, or his own parts away from it.

>He nods at the mysterious figure, yanking the card out of the wall and staring at it, making sense of the directions. Once he gets his bearings, he sets off on his way, dreading what he thought was going to be a humiliating experience.

Abris Phinn!Ren/VL7f/Q 13 Dec 2015 6:56:04 PM No.41182722>>41182833
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>>41182673

>Tch. A fancy mansion for a buncha criminals. There's no justice in this world. Abris looked at it in annoyance. HQ wasn't nearly as pretty as this. It was meant to be for the Kingsmeet Guard, the hardened members of law enforcement dedicated to seeing the civilians safe! There was no TIME to look pretty!

>...But it'd be nice to have a big mansion.

>He slouches over to the door, still looking incredibly unimpressed with the whole situation...Was he meant to knock? That's generally the polite thing. Even if you don't like someone, you should be polite with them, manners don't cost anything.

>Abris reaches out and raps on the door a few times in quick succession, waiting for a response.

Abris Phinn!Ren/VL7f/Q 14 Dec 2015 1:09:14 PM No.41183716>>41183813
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>>41182833

>Whoa.

>Big...guy? The boobs suggested otherwise, but she was pretty...mannish. Abris stared up at her, this was the leader of the Basilisks, huh? She certainly fit the boss type, intimidating, stern, probably going to put him in concrete shoes and let him fall to the bottom of the river.

>The temptation to say 'Yeah, well, she started it' was overwhelming, but he needed to play this right, or else he'd be waking up dead.

...Yeah, well...I got a tip off that one of the dealers around that area was meeting with a 'sponsor.' I figured I could end up taking down part of the bigger operation...And the tiny mage decided to resist arrest.

>He tries his best to meet her eyes as he talks to her, Abris was still a young man, so his gaze would occasionally wander south before snapping back up to her face. His expression was unapologetic, but subdued, as though trying not to look too angry about the whole situation.