>>41244812 >>41247554 >Pulling her cloak back up, Shade stands with Abris and nods.
Indeed, the sooner we deal with our target, the better.
>Though hopefully it'll be easier of they can get that Gatling gun working. >Looking towards Lei who was bent over looking at the weapon before she rises up and sighs.
[Idiots melted the gear box... There's no way that this'll work.]
>This was an older model, notorious for having the small gears in the hand crank system melt from the sheer heat created by too much sustained fire. Once that happened, it wasn't worth even repairing. The gear box for spinning the mechanism, loading the ammo, and ejecting the spent cases all at once was expensive to make and even more expensive to repair.
No luck then I guess?
No, gears melted, no longer operate. Totalled. Idiots got it second hand.
>Some wise guy probably made a killing off of these guys for selling them a useless lawn ornament and several boxes of ammunition.
>The other two were discussing...something. It was hard to concentrate when you were hurting. So, the young man sets to do something about it. Taking bits of fabric away from his coat, his favourite coat mind you, he attempts to wrap up his wounds. No sense letting them be exposed and get all infected.
>Unfortunately, it doesn't seem to have accomplished much. He stared at the torn bits of loose cloth hanging off of his arms and sighed. Looks like he was going in this as he was.
>Abris looked back at the two of them, looking over some...thing that Shade found. Lei looked distinctly unimpressed by the whole thing. The young guard's face morphs into a frown. This...suddenly felt very daunting. He was battered and beaten, the thing that had been found hadn't been much use, and now the three of us were about to face off against the head of a criminal organisation, and you didn't get to that position without being some manner of threat.
>He stared forward, his face blank and his mind a million miles away. What happened if he messed this up? It was one thing to be worried about the fallout of the mission, but it was steadily becoming apparent that there was a chance he'd die here. If they failed, and he was lying unconscious, there was no guarantee that they wouldn't just slit his throat while he was lying there. No grand exit like the heroes in the stories, he'd just die. And leave behind his parents and his friends to deal with that.
>Abris Phinn stands shock still, staring into nothing, desperately trying to will himself to take a step forward. Those words he used to comfort himself now ringing hollow in his ears. So he stands there, paralysed by fear and gripped by doubt.
>>41248148 >Shade was about to depart having a good guess where there target was.
Wait.
>That was until Lei told her to stop, and on her way to face the sniper she saw the look on the officer's face. That wasn't good at all. She knew that he was a bit green, but the elf had hoped that the gravity of this task wouldn't fall on him right as it had now. This was going to be a problem. Even if he wasn't injured, having distracted like this was probably going to get him killed.
>Lei on the other hand knew what he was going though. Well, the shock of the situation came to her afterwards, but it was still the same feelings of fear and uncertainty. Things that froze then the strongest of people in place. >The sniper walks forward and stands in front of the officer. She wasn't always so good as talking, but hopefully she'll be able to get what she wants to say across.
Abris. Been in your place before, always scary thinking you get killed at any time. It never leaves, always in back of mind. Waiting to stop you.
>She places a hand on his shoulder as she peers deeper into his eyes.
Can't let it. Fear not just stop you. Stops you from doing what needs be done. This man's hurt people, destroyed lives. Will keep doing until he's stopped. We stop him, have the chance now. Never get rid of fear though, still have mine too, but you can step past it, be better, bigger then fear. Fear is only as strong as you let it be.
>He looked over to her as she spoke. Her Common wasn't perfect, but the meaning behind it was easy to follow. Don't let your fear rule you. That was an easy thing to say, though. Doing it's a completely different process. He...wasn't done. Not with anything, he'd not made Captain, he hadn't even been on a proper date yet, he hadn't moved out...There was so much that he wanted to do, and if he died, none of it would matter.
>But she was right. If Abris got scared and ran away, he'd just be letting this BadStyle guy get away with it. To continue hurting people. Wasn't that what he was angry about? The idea that these Basilisks would just let the criminals hurt people instead of doing anything about it?
>He was scared. So scared that he could hardly think straight. But people needed him to carry on, to do something when nobody else can. He looks down at Lei, his hands visibly shaking as they continue to hold his wooden blade and he nods. His thousand yard stare breaks into a shaky smile.
Thanks...I think I needed that.
>He looks over to Shade, gulps and snaps into a salute with his free hand.
Sorry ma'am, I was compromised. It won't happen again.
>And he returns the arm to his side and...pauses. He looks back to Lei, his expression thoughtful before he looks away from her, his face flushed.
...I know this might be a bad time, but...Once this is done, do you want to go out for dinner some time? I was going to ask after the battle, but I might not be conscious so...
>He looks back to Lei and flashes a nervous smile.
>>41249481 >To the relieve of both girls, the awkward speech of the sniper got through to him. Shade was happy to hear the response and returns a small salute back to him.
Good to hear officer.
>Though in the next moment, Abris promptly asks Lei if she wanted to go to dinner with him. Lei's response was to give him a warm and charming smile.
Would be great, yes~
>She could't say no to that nervous smile, it was too cute. >The Elf, under her cloak rolls her eyes. >"Youth..." >All the same, she'll have to take point on this next part. Abris had still taken a beating and all the motivation and attractive in the world wasn't going to him on his feet.
Well, I'll take point. Let's go.
>And with that, the cloaked elf drifts off to go deeper into the estate, where their target was hiding...
>The young guard troops behind them, a stupid smile on his face as the reality of actually getting a date sinks in. Finally, his mother would worry less about him not having a girlfriend! Abris clutches the sword tightly, now he HAD to survive! For the good of his love life!
>Still, he was scared. And worried. And on the verge of passing out, but no time to dwell on that! Now, it was end-game.
>>41253505 >And so! >The advanced through the estate, the eerily quiet and empty estate. Where was everyone? They was suppose to be a party being thrown here.
I don't like this...
>Shade was guessing that either the falling tower spooked more people out of her then she thought, or they were expecting them now. Either way, it made her uncomfortable.
Keep an eye open.
>Lei had shouldered her rifle and held a revolver in her hand, better use indoors, easier to aim. She didn't like this either. But as long as she kept an eye open, she'd be able to spot trouble if it came to them.
Right.
>They three approach a door that'll lead them to the dance hall, BadStyle would be either here or in his saferoom in the basement. Better to look here before venturing down there.
>>41256459 >Creeeeeeeeeeek... >Shade pushes the door open and cringes as she hears it creek loudly.
That could use some oil...
>It was pitch dark inside the dance hall and it seems deserted...
hmmhmmmhmmhmm~
>Both Lei and Shade flinch at the sound of chuckling in the darkness. Who's out there!?
>The response came from a rather screechy voice. That was a man's voice right?
That should be my line you know, my house and all. Lights please~!
>And on command, the dance hall lights up brightly and, standing in the middle of the room all by himself, was their target. Mr.BadStyle, clad from the neck down in deep purple magitech armour with fake jewels and gold chains adoring the mechanical suit. To complete this atrocity to fashion each fist had "gold knuckles" attracted to them with fake diamonds embedded into them. (pic for reference of general shape) The face of the man wasn't much better to look at. Muttonchops, a comb-over, and a scar on the left side of his face. This... was the big bad crimelord they had to take down?
So what brings you to my home? Little cop and some mercenaries come to take down Mr.BaaaaaaaadStyle? Don't think it'll be so easy baby, I've clawed and fought my way to the top and that's where I'm gonna stay!
>The ugliest looking thing he'd ever seen in his life.
>Even in his injured state, Abris was shocked and awed by the absolutely disgusting thing that his eyes had been subjected to. How dare this man make him look at this. How DARE he!?
>He glares at this 'Mr Baaaaaaadstyle' before cracking a weak smile.
Not just some mercs and a cop. We're the fashion police. We're here to arrest you for that crime against decent attire. You have the right to remain fashionable...But you've clearly chosen to waive that right.
>He points the wooden sword at the criminal element, beaten and battered but ready to fight on.
You can come quietly, or you can make this hard on yourself.
>>41260446 >Lie and Shade shared Abris' views on their on their opponent. The Elf more so because she's seen in other equally horrid attire.
Looks horrible.
Believe me, everything he wares is.
>The Crimelord naturally wasn't pleased with these accusations. Excuse meeeeeeeee!? Purple is the in colour this season you know! Fashion Police, indeed!
>Of course, they were gonna try to arrest him, probably for his crimes against the city more then his crimes to fashion. But he's not going to go down without a fight. Oh no, Mr.BadStyle ain't going nowhere! As for you three, you're just gonna become stepping stones on my road to owing this city!
>He raises his right arm above him and points up to the sky. Lights and music please~!
>The lights that had been shinning on the criminal dim as multicoloured squares of light in the floor start to flash and alter colour with each passing moment. >As this happens music of some strange genre starts to play on the sound systems. www.youtube.com/watch?v=jR7ChWwjnJQ [Embed] >While it plays, Mr.BadStyle grooves to the music seemly charged by it as a reflective silver ball lowers itself down from the ceiling and starts to spin sending beams of reflected light all around the dance hall. Now get ready for a ride on the Pain Train... BaaaaaaaaaaadStyle!
>And so the fighting began. Shade wasn't one for combat but she couldn't just let Abris and Lei fight this man on their own. So she makes first move, using her darkness magic to create a long back tendril to whip at the Crime lord with.
>Even if the dude had an awfully gaudy sense of fashion, the music was quite nice. Hell, when they appropriated his belongings at the arrest, he'd see if he could get that silver ball of his...
>But for now! He had a foe to fight! The power armour made him taller than him...But hey! Swords were longer than you for a reason.
>Abris bolts forward, not quite as fast as Shade, but he was quick in his own right as he leaps at his tacky opponent and swings a lightning fast blow at his face.
>>41263083 >That power armour he was wearing was gonna make it difficult to get a clean shot on anywhere but his head. And her revolver wasn't gonna cut it if she missed either. Time to switch back to her rifle. >Speaking of his ugly fat head, why did he leave his exposed? That seemed like a really bad tactical move to encase everything but the most vital of body parts in steel. Well, it made her job easier she supposed.
>She takes aim at the crime boss and open's fire on him.
Melody Neige!aLEJudith. 20 Feb 2016 7:05:05 PM No.41266027>>41266039>>41266097>>41266556>>41266883
>>41264154 >Though Shade and Abris are the first to act, their opponent wasn't about to allow them to take free shots on him.
Too slow!
>Holding up his thick steel covered arm, the metal clad man is able to block the magic attack and, with surprising grace and ability, was able to dance right out of Abris' way when his attack came.
You gonna need better style and grace of you're gonna hit this fac--
>>41265521 >>41265526 >BOOM!! >The thunderous blast of a rifle comes as Lei hits her mark. The crime lord's smug expression turns into a face of anger.
You little--
>Though Abris was closer to him, his fury was directed at the sniper instead. turning around and charging at her with a fist reared back and charged up by the armour's servos.
>>41266027 >>41266039 >The Elf could only watch as Lei got steam rolled by BadStyle.
Lei!
>Damn, this guy actually had power to backup his position. Even if it was three on one this could be trouble. >In a bid to draw attention away from the sniper, the elf once again sends a tendril of dark at the crimelord hoping to get a hit on him this time.