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Post by thatfallout3guy on Jan 5, 2012 2:44:55 GMT -5
Oswald gulped, back slowly towards the wall, until he was pressed against it. Oswald began to shake, quivering as he saw what would soon be his death. Oswald started sobbing as he sunk to the ground.
Without warning, the door that Sebastian had poison exploded off the hinges, flying with great speed, "Can't take care of yourself?" A voice said as a figure walked through the hole in the wall.
Oswald began wiping away the tears, "KENNETH! ABOUT FUCKING TIME Y-"
"Quit your yammering fat man, or I'll let the guy kill you." Sebastian could now see him. A man wearing very plain clothes, only a t-shirt and a pair of dirty jeans was talking towards him, "Why are you trying to kill my employer?" Kenneth asked.
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Post by Rygand on Jan 5, 2012 14:10:53 GMT -5
Sebastian turned his head to look at the newcomer, looking quite casual. A polite smile on his lips, he waved at Kenneth. "Moment." He turned to Oswald, and grabbed his forehead. "Take a nap, Oswald. I'm not done with you yet." Oswald fell to the ground limply, a snore following him.
The assassin turned on his heels, now facing Kenneth. His eyes had taken a dangerous glint, and the smirk on his face was looking quite menacing. "To answer your question, I am trying to kill him because -my- employer wants me to. Simple, no?" He chuckled, though it sounded more threatening than it did amused, his hands back in his pockets again. "Now... Kenneth, was it? Do you wish to die quickly, or slowly, in the worst agony you've ever felt, begging for the sweet, sweet, painless embrace of death?"
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Post by thatfallout3guy on Jan 6, 2012 17:41:09 GMT -5
"Oh shit, you said big words about how hard you're gonna kick my ass! This is serious fucking business!" Kenneth said in a tone that was painfully sarcastic, "Enough chit chat, time to die."
Kenneth lifted his arm to the side, and out shot a long thin strand of red energy shot out, wrapping around a small desk. Kenneth raised his arm, lifting the desk in the air before flinging it at Sebastian.
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Post by Rygand on Jan 6, 2012 23:43:38 GMT -5
Sebastian was somewhat surprised by the form of attack here, but managed to avoid injury thanks to his quick reflexes. The assassin avoid the desk flying at him by sliding to the side with a trained quickstep maneuver. He looked at Kenneth, grinning widely. He was intrigued now. This was quite the interesting power.
"You misunderstood me, Kenneth." Sebastian tutted, wagging his left index finger. "I did not describe how hard I am going to kick your ass, I asked you a -question-." He took off his fingerless gloves, throwing them aside. "And seeing as you did not oblige me, I've decided the answer for myself. You can only blame yourself."
Sebastian took one step forwards, and then seemed to vanish from Kenneth's sight completely. He reappeared right behind him, where he delivered what looked like a corkscrew punch towards the man's spine. His hands seemed to be coated in something dark, which was letting off a bit of black smoke.
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Post by thatfallout3guy on Jan 7, 2012 4:36:43 GMT -5
Kenneth jerked his head around just as the fist was about to connect. He held his hand up, blocking the fist with a red strand of energy, "Fuck you're fast!" He exclaimed, struggling to keep the hand at bay.
Then, in a bright red flash, Kenneth vanished. Moments later, he reappeared in another red flash, standing across the room from Sebastian. A red energy began forming on his forehead. It pulsated, and before Sebastian could react it exploded into a single blast the went barreling towards him.
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Post by Rygand on Jan 7, 2012 4:43:53 GMT -5
Sebastian, more than anything, looked like he was enjoying himself. He shook his hands, the black sludge covering them dispersing, some of it falling onto the floor. Large holes burned into the floor, the substance seemingly highly corrosive. Grinning widely, the Trick Sparrow watched on as Kenneth teleported to the other side of the room.
"You psychics are an amusing bunch. You're strong, Kenneth. Worthy prey for the Trick Sparrow!" Seeing the large red blast coming at him, he crossed his arms, dark purple sludge starting to fall from his arms. It gathered in front of him, shaping a large, dark wall, which absorbed the blow completely. However, as the red blast dispersed into the barrier, it started to disappear, like a block of ice. It turned into light purple smog, which slowly filled the room as the block disappeared further.
"I hope you're good at holding your breath, Kenneth..." Sebastian cackled, his wall having defeated this blast of red energy.
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Post by thatfallout3guy on Jan 7, 2012 4:53:04 GMT -5
Kenneth looked around him, seeing the smog slowly creep up, 'Shit...' he thought as it drew closer. Without any further hesitation he summed a red energy around his entire body. It quickly grew over him, covering him like a second skin.
He was forced to hold his breath, as he couldn't let any of this smog into his system. He looked at Sebastian, smiling before holding up his arm and squeezing his fingers together. Sebastian felt a sudden pain in his head, and was forced to drop to the ground. The last thing he saw was Kenneth vanishing in a bright red flash.
The pain subsided in a few moments, and Sebastian saw no trace of Kenneth.
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Post by Rygand on Jan 7, 2012 6:39:11 GMT -5
Sebastian groaned, holding his head with one hand. He pushed himself up from the ground, and then dusted himself. His hat had fallen off his head, so he picked it up, and dusted it as well, for good measure. He looked towards where Kenneth used to be, and smirked.
"Impressive. He was able to attack my mind. I must've had my guard down..." He shook his head, placing his hat on again. "Now... It'd be bad for my reputation if I let my prey get away, no, Oswald?" He walked over to the fat man, and prodded him with his foot. The smog had killed him by now. Sighing, Sebastian shrugged. "Ah well. Shame I didn't get to deliver my speech. I do so like my speeches." He reached into his breast pocket, and pulled out a business card, placing it on top of the corpse, nodding to himself. "Now then..."
Looking around the room, it was quite obvious that Kenneth was long gone. He'd be too far away to pursue by now. But Sebastian was not to let his prey escape completely. He'd find this "Kenneth" somehow. In his mind, his reputation was hanging on it! Though he -had- killed his actual target... Details! The assassin picked up his fingerless gloves, and pulled them on. He opened the window of the office, and jumped out of it gracefully.
"I contact Rook... Arrange a meeting. Maybe he can get me some info on Kenneth..." Landing on the ground lightly, despite the rather large fall, he dusted himself yet again, and then took out his PDA. He sent a message to Rook, informing him of the situation and telling him what information he was after, and arranged a meeting for tomorrow, this time at the bakery, Rumsfield.
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Post by thatfallout3guy on Jan 8, 2012 15:24:33 GMT -5
Rook adjusted his tie before he stepped through the doorway into Rumsfield. He pushed the door open, immediately spotting Sparrow and making his way over to him, "I'm thrilled you picked a sanitary place this time, Sparrow. I wasn't able to take enough showers to feel clean yesterday. What is it that you wanted?" He asked.
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Gunshots rang across the bar. It had all started when one man had spilled another man's drink, which quickly escalated into a fist fight, and then a stool fight, until finally shots rang out, and the bar was now a warzone.
A lone man by the name of Sparrow happened to be walking by, and could hear the shots and screams from inside the bar.
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It was quiet in the lab that Hyde was residing in. He was carrying on his normal routine, checking test subjects, and whatnot. As he went about his day however, he heard a rumbling noise outside. He looked outside, and saw a small transport ship landing. It was a dark, non-reflective black, and had the TSC symbol on the side. The cargo bay opened, and a group of Thunderfist walked out, being led by a man in an officer's uniform.
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It was a boring day on the Olympus. The fleet had been patrolling Terra, as Fallout and the Council were making a public appearance to discuss various political topics.
T9001 was alone, sitting in his room as he heard a knock on his door.
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kyle
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Post by kyle on Jan 8, 2012 15:32:59 GMT -5
Sparrow swung open the bar doors with a kick as he pulled out his revolvers shooting all the ones fireing off their guns.
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Post by Rygand on Jan 8, 2012 16:07:59 GMT -5
The bell hanging over the entrance rung cheerfully as Rook stepped in, and Frank Barney could not have been happier. Finally, a customer! He whirled around from the shelf he had been rearranging, and smiled widely. "Ahh, welcome, welcome! What can I get you today? Everything is freshly baked today!"
Sebastian was sitting on the front counter, sharpening one of his Davenport daggers. He had been sitting there, as he found it amusing to talk to Frank about the mundanities of keeping a bakery in this day and age. He also enjoyed the scents on the shop side. As Rook greeted Sebastian as "Sparrow", Frank's smile disappeared, replaced by an annoyed, gloomy grimace.
"Oh. It's for you, is it, Sparrow? Damn it! YOU. You're going to buy some goddamn bread, or so help me God, I'm gonna smack you silly, boy!" He shook his fist at Sebastain, and then threw a roll at him. Sebastian could have most likely dodged this amazing attack, but had really not been paying attention. So instead he got a knocked off the counter by a surprise roll attack.
"Ow." Sebastian murmured from the floor behind the counter, before rising and dusting himself. And then, as if -nothing- had happened, he leaned on the counter and grinned at Rook. It would seem the assassin was pretending this never happened.
"Ah, Rook! I've been expecting you. As I said in the message... I handled the contract, but I found myself a new target. A personal excursion this time." He chuckled, setting his hat. There was a bit of nervous sweat on his cheek. Annoyance was clear on the man's features. The embarrassment, it was burning his very soul. "A powerful psychic named Kenneth was working for my target. I need you to track him down for me."
Frank rolled his eyes, and got back to rearranging the shelf, though, pleased with himself for having shown the mighty Trick Sparrow what's what.
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kain17335
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Post by kain17335 on Jan 8, 2012 16:28:10 GMT -5
Hyde looked out of the window, just as one of his 'patients' screamed in agoney. "SHUT UP! YOU WILL GET YOU MEDICATION WHEN I GET MORE BLOOD, doustein das goutervig...." Hyde turned his head slightly to the right. Hmm? What could this be? What do you think Wolfenstein?" Then, Hyde's voice changed to a very different accent... "I don't know, vhy don't ve go check?"
Then, Hyde turned and picked up his cane, turning to one of his more mobile patients. "But what about this one, hmmm, ARE YOU AWAKE!!!" Hyde poked the man who was strapped to a table, convulsing in some sort of pain that Hyde hadn't found a use for yet.... The man frothed at the mouth, trying to gargle out some sort of unholy curse against Hyde. "Ahh, he will be fine, ONWARD!" Hyde walked out of the room, leaving his 'patients' to their grim demise.
Hyde walked out of his lab onto the clean concrete of the road outside, being greeted by the massive steel hulk outside his 'home' with Thunderfist's waiting right outside....
"HELLOOO~ Might I ask why you all are here this fine day?"
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Post by thatfallout3guy on Jan 9, 2012 15:41:56 GMT -5
Rook watched the scene unfold with a very plain look, as he had grown somewhat accustomed to the antics of Sparrow, "Of course, sir. Although I've found some... interesting information regarded Mr. Oswald. It would seem he was a spy, acting on behalf of the TSC. If they find who killed him, it could mean trouble for both of us. I would suggest you lay low, but that would be a waste of breath. I couldn't find much about Kenneth though, as a lot of his paperwork was more classified than even Oswald's, but I found out why. He's a Spectre, so I doubt he'll be in one place for long. I'll keep my ears open, and let you know if I get a whiff of his location," Rook then paused, reaching into his coat and pulling out a sheet of paper, "and your next contract is in. You'll find the details and location in that envelope. Will you be needing anything else?"
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"We're here to inspect this facility. Make sure everything's... legal," the officer stated. He seemed to be a hit weary of Hyde, and kept his distance.
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kain17335
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Post by kain17335 on Jan 11, 2012 15:59:48 GMT -5
Hyde agreed with the Officer. "Of course, ooof coouurse, just a moment please, my lab has not been cleaned in a while..." Hyde turned around just as he was going though the door, he flipped the top of his cane up, out of sight from the Thunderfist's, there was a small red button the petruded from the the hilt. Hyde pressed this button, and nothing but a slight creak was heard, like a rusty hinge had been used after a long while. As Hyde walked in, being followed by the Officer and the Thunderfist's under his command, the room was filled with severed limbs, all hands, feet and even the odd head could be seen, but there were no bodies to be seen. Hyde pulled a permit slip out of his coats, which states that Hyde is permitted to have at most 25 severed limbs of the premises. Hyde did have only 22 severed limbs and 1 thing that he is not quite sure yet what it is.
"As you can see, my papers are all in order. Would you like a free courtesy check-up? It's for a good cause!"
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Post by Seamus on Jan 11, 2012 20:54:55 GMT -5
Holy HELL. Commander Fallout. D'espion was going to meet Commander Fallout. The good Captain wasn't such a twatbag after all. D'espion liked him. Shame about what he'd have to do. But, that was later. This is now. He put on his best "HOLY SHIT REALLY??" face and took a deep breath.
"Er, your- um, you mean, Commander Fallout? The one who just about single-handedly demolished his enemies' army? Wow. I've just realized that I shouldn't be surprised at your great power. With a father like him, it'd be a shame if you were any less than you are." He was ranting, purposely. He wondered if James had noticed the cleverly-placed toadying.
Probably. D'espion grinned excitedly and nodded once. "Alright. I'm ready. At least, as ready as I can be. But first; alcohol." He waved to the barman and downed his Scotch, taking his drink and nodding towards James'. "I suspect you're not as nervous as I am?"
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