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Post by Jess on Apr 29, 2007 21:00:17 GMT -5
Well, no need to naswer that Symph thought as the Chaufeur stepped around the corner with King Diamond just behind him. An ominous *ku-chink* resounded throughout the warehouse as the Bunny Lady apepared behind all of them with a plethera of thugs armed to the teeth with powerful machine-guns and other such weapons.
"I'm glad to see you've stopped in..." The King says, chuckling a bit. He stepped foreward, the many-faceted diamond on his cane shining brightly in the warehouses otherwise dim lighting. "The only real question is why you followed me and my...entourage?"
The trap was well-laid, but the King seemed to forget about one person. Maybe too, since Symph had disappeared from her spot, but what could she possibly do?
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Post by piñata on Apr 30, 2007 8:55:43 GMT -5
Frankie Knuckles grunted as he got back up. He had taken several bullets, but that was nothing new. He checked for exit wounds -- he was lucky this time. All of the injuries except one -- the one on his leg -- had gone through and through. As for the leg... he would have to dig that one out himself.
About halfway through, the Bunny Lady interrupted him. "What the hell are you doing?" she asked.
"Taking this bullet out," he replied.
"Well, it's disgusting," she said. "Use your knife like a normal person."
Frankie muttered under his breath as he removed his fingers from his leg.
About five minutes later, he was all patched up and reunited with the other survivors. And he was going to kick some serious ass.
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Wang Chung looked out at the thugs. One of them grinned at him, revealing a mouthful of sharp metal teeth. He checked the locations of the others, and noticed that Symphonia was gone. Good, he thought. She might be able to distract them or something.
He noted that some of the thugs -- particularly the one with the sharp teeth, who had already bled through the bandage on his leg -- were wounded. "Your men need medical attention a lot more than they need another fight," he told the thugs' leader. "I'd rather not have to kill any more of them than I absolutely have to."
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Post by Jess on Apr 30, 2007 14:26:55 GMT -5
"They hold their own..." King Diamond said with a curt nod to his men. "But I do not believe I can say the same for you and your people...why have you assaulted me? I doubt I've done you any harm?" The curteous King waits for his reply but is quickly cut off by the Bunny.
"Sir! They were the ones with that elven woman in the bar earlier...the ones with the big eyes." She says, keeping her weapon- an AK-47 now with a Drum isntead of a normal clip --trained firmly on Wang Chung since he seemed to be the leader of the small rag-tag group of trouble-makers.
"Ah...so it was you at the bar whom she took special interest too..." He looked around the group, his haunting gaze passing over each person, "There seems to be someone missing...were is the elf?"
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Post by piñata on Apr 30, 2007 17:04:23 GMT -5
"Even if I knew, I would not tell you," Wang Chung said. There was a time for diplomacy -- it had passed back when Gogol had joined the group. Now, the body count would grow larger yet again -- such things were inevitable when one hunted The Crimson King. Wang Chung reflected on the significance of the word king... so far, he had encountered two very evil individuals who called themselves by that title. King Diamond was the third. It seemed that there was something inherently bad about the word, and for once he was glad his ancestral homeland was ruled by an Emperor.
"I have faced far worse than you, with less useful companions than these, and lived to tell about it," Wang Chung said. "You may rule this city, in name if nothing else, but you do not rule over me -- and you do not scare me, either."
In the thunderstruck silence that followed, Wang Chung took a deep breath and waited. Either they were going to shoot at him, or they were going to back down, or the next round of posturing would begin -- he just hoped that whatever happened, the roles of his companions would become clearer as a result.
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Post by Jess on Apr 30, 2007 19:55:32 GMT -5
Just then the pin of a grenade fell to the floor at Chungs feet, the actual grenade itself bouncing into the air just in front of the King. "Oh bloody Hell-!" He was cut off by the explosion that occured. A figure dropped down and struck Chung in the chest just in time to kock him out of hte way of incoming gunfire-- a loose strand of blonde hair landing on his shoulder from the hit.
The figure threw smoke grenades on the floor and screamed above the tummult, "Out now! RUN!" It was a woman, but who knew who it was? Her voice was way to hoarse for it to be the elf- whom dissapeared, but there was a slight chance.
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Post by zyphan on Apr 30, 2007 23:10:42 GMT -5
Phobia was in the shadows, away from the door but close to the window when the grenade went off. She instinctively drew her blades, but sheathed her broadsword when told to run.
Jumping out the window, she unexpectedly landed on a car- and put a small dent in the hood. Hope that wasn't one of ours she thought as she rollled away, hoping everyone else was outside too.
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Post by piñata on May 1, 2007 8:49:40 GMT -5
Frankie Knuckles wasn't about to let a little smoke stop him -- he smacked the side of his head, turning on an eye implant that activated infrared vision, and saw very clearly the retreating shapes of his enemies. He grinned his sharp-toothed grin again, then set off after them.
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Wang Chung followed the woman who had saved him outside, using the door instead of the window this time. He looked behind him to ensure that Fan and Gogol were following, and saw the thug with the sharp teeth and the bandaged leg -- surprisingly enough, not limping at all -- right behind him. Even Wang Chung's fast reflexes weren't fast enough to dodge the man's fist at this range. As the blow struck, a metallic clunk was clearly audible.
Wang Chung went flying backward through the air, slamming up against the side of one of the cars. He spit out blood -- and a broken tooth -- and got back up, preparing for battle.
"Not so confident now, are you?" asked the cyborg who had attacked him. The man advanced menacingly -- he made a motion as if he were cracking his knuckles, but the fingers didn't bend and there was no sound.
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Post by ev1lpoptart on May 1, 2007 21:55:36 GMT -5
Gogol Bordello ran, and ran some more. He holstered the Glocks in favor of his shot gun. He dove behind a crate as the giant metal-man went careening by. No way to outrun that Juggernaut he thought with a grin. Not for his companions, anyways.
His thoughts were interrupted as, though the smoke, he saw a shapely female figure with bunny ears run by. No way in hell he was going to miss this opportunity. He pumped a round of buckshot into the chamber of the shotgun and squeezed the trigger, sending pellets of buckshot tearing through the air hitting crates, concrete, and--most importantly--the bunny lady's knees. Like lightning, he ran out, grabbed her wrists and dragged her to the safety of a crate, hoping the ensuing chaos would cover his movements out of the warehouse. "Hey, sweetie. 'member me?" he said to her, removing his sunglasses. "A shame," he said to her, "I felt such a connection the last time we met." He kicked her in the gut, launching her down a stairwell to the second floor. She wouldn't be going anywhere of her own volition. He stomped down the stairs and hoisted her over his shoulder. "What's the matter?" he said. "Can't walk this one off?" He then ran out of the warehouse to his Chevelle.
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Post by piñata on May 2, 2007 8:08:21 GMT -5
Wang Chung easily ducked the cyborg's next blow -- coming up behind his opponent, he slammed an elbow into the larger man's kidneys. The cyborg staggered, but didn't go down. He followed up with a side kick that hit right on the bandage around his opponent's leg. Bones crunched, but the man remained standing.
The next thing Wang Chung knew, the cyborg had seized him by the throat, and was snapping his head forward. The headbutt confirmed what Wang Chung had already guessed -- there was more metal than anything else inside that head. He clapped his hands over the cyborg's ears, then launched a kick at his opponent's groin. He felt rather than heard his toes break as they encountered solid steel -- however, his first attack stunned the cyborg, causing him to lose his grip.
"You're actually not bad," the cyborg said. "This might be fun."
Wang Chung hoped it wouldn't be.
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Post by Jess on May 2, 2007 10:27:32 GMT -5
"Enough of this!" The mystery woman who saved them said, shooting a small dart from an air-taser into the back of the cyborg and letting loose its electrical assault. She hoped that the circuitry would burn out from the intense electrical shock that the air-taser was capable of delivering.
The bunny woman laughed it off, "Don't worry Gogol honey, we'll definitely be meeting again." She says in a flirtatious way, struggling to get up despite her clearly broken legs. d**n him! She thought, At least the main parts of my body are armored... her hand went to her stomach were she'd been kicked. It didn't hurt so much as send her flying down the stairs. Her precious rifle was missing too.
The king stepped out of the Warehouse next, all fury and hellfire. His clothes were torn to shreds in places, his face and flesh were oddly unharmed. "I was going to let you go you yankee bastards!" He says, as the chaufer comes out behind with a similar AK like the bunny-lady had. "But now it seems you've crossed, the, line." Blam! The chaufer opens fire, and his face is illuminated by the muzzle flash. The right side of his face was singed from the blast, around his eye was torn and bloody revealing a golden cybernetic one. He kept firing the weapon since the drum had a huge ammount of bullets in it which allowed him to sustain the fire for a long period of time.
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Post by piñata on May 2, 2007 11:49:29 GMT -5
Frankie Knuckles felt searing pain shoot through his body as the taser hit him. He dropped to his knees, convulsing uncontrollably, and fell forward onto his face.
Wang Chung wiped a trickle of blood from the corner of his mouth. He had blood on him in other places as well, although not all of it was his -- as the cyborg had fallen toward him, one of his eyeballs had exploded.
He drew his swords as the man with the assault rifle opened fire, whipping them back and forth through the air with tremendous speed. Bullets were deflected toward the cars, the warehouse, the gunman, King Diamond and even Frankie Knuckles' unconcious body, but the rate of fire on the assault rifle was too high. Wang Chung took one solid hit to the shoulder, and a graze to the side of his leg. With an injured arm, blocking was no longer an option. He ran for the cover the cars provided, deflecting bullets with the sword that was powered by his good arm when they got too close to hitting him in the back.
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Post by Caelen on May 2, 2007 13:50:05 GMT -5
Fan had managed to get underneath the car Chung was taking cover behind. Reaching out, she tugged on his clothes. "I'll get him! Just keep him distracted!" she said. Slipping to the other end of the car, she got as low as she could and examined the gunman. Taking careful aim, her eyes lit up in a bright purple flare and the gun rocketed out of the man's hands. It then turned around about 20 feet out and began firing on King Diamond. The bullets didn't seem to harm him much, but they did spell out a word with the holes they put in his clothing. X I L O
"That's for my sister!" Fan said as the gun ran out of ammo and hurled itself towards King Diamond's face. She quickly darted to the back end of the car again and got ready to either get in the car or take off running.
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Post by Jess on May 2, 2007 15:24:43 GMT -5
With a sigh the King snatched the weapon in the air. "You stupid people..." he says, snapping it in half with his hand. "What do I need to do to make you die?" He begins to step toward the cars that his quary were taking cover behind. The mystery woman gasped and ran off at his approach, dashing into the shadows before he could reach.
He smiled. They had caused quite a mess haven't they? "So...you really want to fight?" He asked noone in particular. Leaping into the air the King came crashing down on the nearest Exotic, using his fist- holding the cane in his free hand -he cleanly crushed the hood and engine of the vehicle. "You know not what you deal with you foolish mortals..."
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Post by zyphan on May 2, 2007 19:17:53 GMT -5
Phobia had considered taking to air, but she knew better with all the bullets flying everywhere. She had taken refuge behind a car, but now she slunk to another, this one farther from the King, since he had smashed the car next to where she hid.
She located Chung and Fan not too far off, but the only way she could reach them was exposing herself, which she knew she couldn't do. She made sure her wings were on the outside of her jacket, in case flight was inevitable to surviving this mad chase.
Phobia lost her balance, landing on her side. A small piece of metal slid accross the pavement, making a slight screeching sound. Phobia's hearing was more sensitive that that of humans, but this group hardly seemed to fit in that category with cyborgs and car-crushing kings. She desperately hoped the sound went unnoticed, but crouched, ready for fight or flight- whichever was more important.
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Post by ev1lpoptart on May 2, 2007 21:42:57 GMT -5
Gogol cracked his neck and watched from behind his Chevelle. Gunfire erupted, windows shattered; Gogol smiled. He took out his cell phone and dialed Dolly Dagger's number.
"I hope you've got some news for me, Bordello," she said impatiently.
Gogol held the phone in the air as the assault rifle belted out into the night.
"Move quick," he said. He hung up the phone and pumped another round into the shotgun's chamber.
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