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Post by "Unfettered" on Jun 20, 2008 21:35:25 GMT -8
Otherwise Known As 'R.R.R.'... Ugh.
Shakily, the German touched his face. Clammy. But not without some sense of self-preserving dignity, he held up his left middle finger at the disappearing taxi cab driver. Frowning with a sense of---Oh shit. It was happening again, wasn't it? Vision faded in and out, and the German crouched forward, almost about to fall, but catching himself at the last moment. A stuttered heavy breathing the only thing showing the amount of struggle, the fight in him that still remained..."Chocorem..." gripping onto the briefcase and the tape recorder, he stood up, if slightly hunched over. Some blood dropping from the edges of his mouth. People passing by, looking at the seeming hobo pathetically."Help get me inside, pleaze... zis is... embarrazzing."A really pathetic look on his face now. Was he going mentally retarded, or was the pent-up pain from the past few weeks really that terrible? Perhaps an after-effect of using his Qi to absorb so much damage? Mouth slack, eye focusing in and out... There was a struggle going on in his mind. But he would not give up either of his arm's possessions...
The issue of getting inside however... well, the door was opened up already by the last time Rem waltzed in. But from the way the German was standing... it looked as though all his effort was going into maintaining conscious. An unsightly look for someone to have.---But there was a necessity in him being here. Why?
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Post by Rem on Jun 21, 2008 6:23:44 GMT -8
"Chocorem...Help get me inside, pleaze... zis is... embarrazzing."
Rem frowned slightly as he did as was told, looping an arm around the German's waist (as short as he was that's all he could manage), and propping the man against his small frame.
"Hey, boss... you sure you're ok? Maybe you should've stayed at the hospital or something..."
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Post by "Unfettered" on Jun 21, 2008 18:40:28 GMT -8
"Hey, boss... you sure you're ok? Maybe you should've stayed at the hospital or something..."*Clinch*
Holding on tighter to Rem, putting more weight, almost as to push onto him, he hissed into Chocorem's ear, his mouth at a very uncomfortably close distance from it. As if he were about to kiss it---"I... am suffering a withdrawal from Brimstone Delta. Produced by Sean Barker und ze Enforcerz... given to me by Mr. Asiv---Vuck."* * * * * * * * * * * * * "HEY COMRADE... VATZ GOING ON, JA!? JA!? JA!? KEKEKEKEKEKEKEKEKE!"
"L-Looks l-like y-your a-at th-the en-end of y-your r-rope... h-huh?... H-HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA..."* * * * * * * * * * * * * Hurtling himself forward, slamming open the door, his hands scratched and tore at his head, as he forcibly slammed it against the wall. The fight had already begun... It was an ambush."Vuck..."
"Vuckvuckvuckvuckvuckvuckvuckvuckvuckvuckvuck!!!"Several more head slams... The tape recorder and the brief case discarded against the wall, forgotten..."CHOCOREM..."
"Zey're vinning, zey're vinning, zey're vinning..." Thrusting his hand, fingers crunching into the wall, blood dropping from the holes, he looked about. Not even certain if Chocorem was there in the same room."I have a favor to azk..."
"I've already boarded up all ze vindowz... but I need your help beating me down, ven I go completely..."
"Can you do zis? I can't hold back, I need you to defeat me to prevent large amounts of collateral..."A sudden, and albeit painful groan, and he was swinging and contorting his body around in the ruined restaurant floor, fingers scratching again at his head, hair flailing about...* * * * * * * * * * * * * "IZ."
"S-Showt-time"
"NAO"
"..J-Ja...?"
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Post by Rem on Jun 21, 2008 19:25:45 GMT -8
I... am suffering a withdrawal from Brimstone Delta. Produced by Sean Barker und ze Enforcerz... given to me by Mr. Asiv---Vuck."
Rem's face contorted into a mask of complete confusion. From the way the man's grip had tightened and the stress in his voice, he could tell that something was definitely not right.
"You suffering from what from the whatnow?"
The began the strange behavior. Strange to the point of disturbing. Rem desperately wanted to put some distance between himself and Unfettered, but hesitated. He didn't want to insult the man. Then the head to wall interactions, and Rem could care less about decorum. He pushed the man away from him and hopped back several feet.
"I have a favor to azk... I've already boarded up all ze vindowz... but I need your help beating me down, ven I go completely...Can you do zis? I can't hold back, I need you to defeat me to prevent large amounts of collateral..."
Rem's eyes widened. None of this made sense to him... but then again, most things fell into that category. Heaving a large sigh, the Japanese youth smashed his right fist into his open left palm. The gloves were a snug and comfy fit alright.
"Beating you down? Defeat you? Looks like I've got my work cut out for me, don't I boss? Alright, I'm game..."
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Post by "Unfettered" on Jun 23, 2008 14:22:53 GMT -8
"Beating you down? Defeat you? Looks like I've got my work cut out for me, don't I boss? Alright, I'm game..."*Twitch*
*Contort*
*Contort*"Uwaah.." Still flailing about, bits and drops of blood were falling but--- A sudden calm, and the German was standing still, his fists clenched about in his gloves, as he looked off in the opposite direction of 'Chocorem'. "Vas iz zis?"...In a strange mannerism, "Unfettered" fleshed out his arm, covered in all its gear, like a whip, jiggling it about. "Und vat happened to my body?... I feel so... sluggish. Tch, ze bastard hasn't been taking good care of mein body, I zee..."*STOMP*
*STOMP*
*STOMP*..And then, Chocorem would be face to face with a man who who was most definetely not "Unfettered", nor his 'Boss'. The right eye gleamed red. Hunched over, fingers tingling with the sense of delightful fury, the tongue lashed out. ...Perhaps, however, what was most noticeable, was the erection that was jetissoning, bulging deep in his pants... for such a small thing. "OOHHHHH... Zo... YOU'RE ze von assigned to take me down, ja?" came the voice out with a much more heavier, gutteral sound. "EHYEAHAHAHAHAHA..." Vell zen, LET'Z GET STARTED, JA!?"The unsheathing sound... 'ambition was already quickly in the German's right hand, as he crouched down suddenly, his left palm sailing down.--- *SLAM-AM-AM*Five of the wooden ruined boards came up, due to the moment, surrounding the German. "Allow me to... INTRODUZE myself..."*THWACK*With a sharp kick, three of the boards went flailing about in dangerous circular motions towards the boy... A diversion. Whoever he was... he'd come, jumping out, riding on top of one of the spinning boards, stabilizing it as if he was surfing on air, his damaged left hand coming down for a downward meteor punch at the boy's head. A miss would result in him being naturally spun forward, land-sliding into a spin with his left hand clawing at the floor to slow himself down, digging into the floorboards. Hair flying about, covering up his eye, but the need for blood shining through the hair, his right eye staring right where Chocorem was. Smiling. Dangerously. Tongue lashing. He was very turned on.[/i] "I AM ZE "THRUSH"... TRY UND CLIP MEIN VINGS!"
NOT ACTIVATED YET:Advanced Level:~Heavy Blizzard~ - Breath becomes snowy.
- 1.7x Strength: As the ice hardens around the user's body, giving the user its cold edge, attacks become more brutal and heavy handed, multiplying the user's weight in his attacks with the compacted ice.
- 1.9x Constitution: Compacted ice. Though thin it is, will still add a little bit more to the bristle of this boy. In all attempts to maintain ferocity, his mass is multiplied, so that he can stay in the fray a little longer. Stops blood loss on open wounds. Numbs 75% of pain.
- Landing blows on the user with the Qi activated will result in a 20% decrease to Dexterity.
- Ice Creation/Modification: Can create heavy ice objects for 10 Charisma.
- Consumes 9 Charisma per post upkeep.
- Temperature decreased by 11 degrees per use.
- Automatically Shuts Down After 17 Posts. Cooldown Time Is 9 Posts. Can Override Auto-Shut Down By Sacrificing 4 Constitution, Every Turn After.
- Non-Qi: When resting from using Qi at this unlocked level, 10 Degrees are recovered with each post.
Advanced Statistic Requirements: Charisma: 45, Intelligence: 45, Wisdom: 35 -Poseidon Chest Plate: Absorbs 2 Chest Hits
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Post by Rem on Jun 23, 2008 16:44:47 GMT -8
Rem took another few steps back as he continued to bear witness to Unfettered's erratic behavior. The boy's eyes narrowed as the German's body came to a halt, as though he were back to his senses.
"Vas iz zis? Und vat happened to my body?... I feel so... sluggish. Tch, ze bastard hasn't been taking good care of mein body, I zee..."
Oh great, now the guy's speaking as though he's another person. How much more crazy could things get?? He inwardly cursed himself for even wondering such things as the man now took heavy steps toward him. Of course, he should've known by experience; things can always get more crazy. Rem backed away, taking a step back for every step the other man advanced. He had his hands in a defensive position, his posture following suit. Unfettered's steps were too deliberate... too focused.
"OOHHHHH... Zo... YOU'RE ze von assigned to take me down, ja? EHYEAHAHAHAHAHA..." Vell zen, LET'Z GET STARTED, JA!?
Rem's eyes widened upon seeing the boss... no, that thing was no longer the boss. Whoever it was, judging by Unfettered's last words to him, Rem was left the daunting task of defeating him. His eye was glowing and a much deeper voice... Not only that... much to Rem's immediate disgust and discomfort, was that the man had an erection. Rem didn't know how the hell he could even bring himself to touch, ...or even fight a guy with something like that going on?! Great... just great... When the man suddenly crouched and brought his arm up, Rem bounced himself further back, putting more distance between them.
Rem flinched slightly as the man literally dug up the floor boards.
"Allow me to... INTRODUZE myself..."
And then, three of the boards were sent spiraling towards him. He leaned back instantly, and not a moment too soon. The first board sailed directly overhead, not even a good inch away from the tip of his nose. His body bent all the way back until he was in a bridging position, and then he flipped his legs up and over, knocking the second board out of the air in the process. Then came the third. As Rem righted himself gracefully, his eyes caught sight of crazed man riding atop a floorboard, like some sort of Silver Surfer knockoff. In a situation such as this, anyone without an ounce of experience would simply brace for the hit, but Rem was different. He simply let himself fall down into a split, letting the man, and his fist, sail a good two feet over his head. He then whipped his legs about in a three-hundred-and-sixty-degrees fashion, spinning himself into a crouched position.
"I AM ZE "THRUSH"... TRY UND CLIP MEIN VINGS!"
He set off running by the time the man had said the word 'try'. He clenched his fists to get a feel of the new gloves that Unfettered had given to him. They were a bit heavy, but not too unwieldy or at all a detriment to his style of fighting. He scrambled across the floor, moving in a quick zigzagged pattern and then leapt into the air, pulling both of his knees to his chest as he sailed toward Thrush.
"You are 'ze weirdo'. Besides, only wings I touch belong to chocobos, KFC's Zesty Fried Chickens...or Delilah's pads..."
Rem shot a series of aerial spin-kicks, aiming at Thrush's chest, moving his way up with each kick to his face. If such moves would fail, Rem would land and instantly push himself backwards to gain distance.
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Post by "Unfettered" on Jun 23, 2008 22:19:48 GMT -8
ZA WARUDO!"You are 'ze weirdo'. Besides, only wings I touch belong to chocobos, KFC's Zesty Fried Chickens...or Delilah's pads..."'You are 'Za Warudo'? What the hell was that? That's what the German was thinking as he whisked out his left arm to block the initial kick, which spun him in place for a bit, allowing him to bob and weave... Although, granted, upon the weaving back into a frontal position he got knocked up pretty bad. But the kick after that proved to be an abortion. However, it was like a... 'JUST AS PLANNED' moment. Why? Well, the Poseidon Chest Plate, you see...
Granted, however, the German was knocked back, and the air left him for a moment. But he was made of hardier things... This one in particular.
"I'M CUMMING FOR YOU... =D!?" a very strange and suggestive smile on his face. Headlong charge. Something usually not deemed incredibly intelligent---But this recklessness was in fact part of "Thrush's" tactics.
A bob to the left followed by a spinning slash from 'Ambition'... and then a diagonal left to bottom right, an attempted shoulder charge with the left shoulder, which, if sucessful, would be followed up by a right-to-left horizontal slash from the wooden bokken.
This was the warm up, after all...
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It was odd, though. In pain, definetely. And his body was still suffering from the withdrawal.. Power of the mind was indeed very powerful... For it seemed like this "Thrush" personality was pushing "Unfettered's" body past its usual limits, fighting like normal. And with such reckless abandon. All while laughing...
"KEKEKEKEKEKEKEKEKEKEKEKEKEKEKEKEKE..."
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Post by Rem on Jun 24, 2008 16:28:32 GMT -8
"I'M CUMMING FOR YOU... =D!?"
Rem's mind instinctively filtered all other possible meanings that statement could have held, readying himself by sitting back into yet another defensive posture. This 'Thrush' person lunged at him seemingly without regard. One would expect such an amateur move from a regular person, but not someone as strong, intense and experienced as Unfettered. Granted, the person he was fighting wasn't the boss at all, but he couldn't forget that the word amateur wouldn't apply to anyone of the boss' caliber.
The sudden bob to Rem's immediate left confirmed his suspicions. He quickly leaned his upper body forward and downwards, narrowly dodging the wooden sword's oscillating assault. Placing his right palm onto the ground as he went, he managed a somewhat clumsy cartwheel away from the second successive attack, skating on his hands for a few feet before bringing his feet to the floor. Shit... that one was too clos -ugh!!
Thrush's shoulder slammed into him with the force of baseball pitched at over 100 miles an hour. Rem's eyes bulged and a strange mixture of spittle and blood erupted from his lips. Since he was a pretty light person, his tiny frame was sent smashing into a table on the other side of the room. Whether it was lucky or not for Rem, the fact that he'd been pitched away from his enemy caused the final slash attack to only slice empty air.
Rem lay amidst the ruined table for a few seconds before scrambling to his feet, pain etching itself across his back and shoulders. The man was strong. Even with Unfettered's injuries, he was fighting as though he was unimpeded in the slightest. Grumbling slightly, he took a nearby chair and kicked at its base to free one of its legs. Gripping it tightly in his right hand, Rem began walk toward Thrush, then breaking into a sudden run.
"KEKEKEKEKEKEKEKEKEKEKEKEKEKEKEKEKE..."
He swiped the chair's leg at Thrush, diagonally downward from right shoulder, then ducked and drove his elbow hard into the man's crotch. Whether or not this move worked he would shoot a hard kick between his legs. Whether those worked or not, he would push himself backwards to regain distance.
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Post by "Unfettered" on Jun 24, 2008 17:56:27 GMT -8
I DID TELL YOU... =D!? *WHAM*
That sweet, sweet sound of a A+ shot. Sex was in order. Granted, he only meant to shove him with that kick, but the fact that the boy went flying was probably more of an issue due to the lack of mass (a polite way of saying he was a shorty'...).
*SNAP*
And a dash... the boy was right and back at the German, who took to him with delight. No, definetely not as fast, there was noticeable difference. But it didn't mean the German couldn't keep up in other ways...
A chair leg. Improvisation fighting. But it lacked the metal core that "Unfettered" had ordered for his own 'bokken'. Not that "Thrush" knew about it... For him, the bokken was just a convenient tool at his disposal.
*WHACK*
The sound of the German's counter-strike. One thing "Thrush" could at least congratulate "Unfettered" on... maybe not as fast, but his reactions were several fold better than the wily old Nazi's, back when he was in full control... With that other bastard.
Of course, for such a tall man, he was somewhat confused at the sudden duck by the small man, until it came about into a...*WHUMPSNAPCRACKLEPOP*
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The 'shorty' would soon regret this. His elbow becoming sticky, the amount that was still continuously pouring..."I'MA CUMMING...!!! =D!?"Provided there was at least a moment's disgust, the German, while still wobbly between the legs, would try and pump out another load, as long as the elbow was there, to squeeze/pop the nutsack dry, the force even shooting out in jets, from the German's crotch...---AT THEIR FACES.
=D!?"MOAR, SHORTY, MOAR!!!"Legs would tighten around the elbow, if given the chance (and provided they were right there, it wouldn't be that hard... though... there was always ways out...), the sticky substance thicker and stickier, from all the stored up jizzim that had been unused for such a long time. The German was squealing, slapping his own ass with his own bokken. Licking his lips dry of...
>_>
If at least fifteen seconds passed, and the shorty was still within grasp of the increasingly tighter grip of the German's thighs, the German would attempt a headbutt. And to try to lick off some of the delicious goodness, promoting homosexuality in this thread, to epic proportions.
All while grinning.
Tongue lashing.
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Post by Rem on Jun 25, 2008 9:13:08 GMT -8
"I'MA CUMMING...!!! =D!?"
Rem's problems started as soon as his elbow smashed into the man's crotch. He felt a bit of pride as the man squirmed, but pretty soon, he'd come to realize that that wasn't all he was feeling. He shuddered in disgust. With a disconcerted look on his face, he yanked his elbow back out.
"Ewwwwwww!!!! Huh!?"
His elbow was stuck. Rem tried at it a couple more times, and managed to gain some leeway, however... As soon as the sticky liquid splashed onto his face. Rem blinked. Denial. There was no way the substance on his face could be what he thought it was. No, rather, he was praying it wasn't. As the seconds dragged on, the harsh and disgusting realization, Rem's eyes widened and began to twitch. His pupils dilated and grew bloodshot as his lips began quivering uncontrollably.
"MOAR, SHORTY, MOAR!!!"
That was it. He snapped. The scream of fury that Rem let out caused everything made of glass in the immediate vicinity to shudder violently. His free hand darted forward quickly, his index and middle fingers sending a large jolt of electricity to each of his thighs, enough to paralyze the nerves and muscles of both legs.
"Shainapusu Heki!" (Synapse Rend)
Whether or not it worked (though there was no real reason it shouldn't, given their proximity), he would yank his elbow free and jettison his right fist toward Thrush's incoming face with the same force that he'd used when he'd first punched Unfettered, the sheer force behind it shattering the glass in the area instantly. He'd angrily follow up with another such punch almost immediately afterwards with his left fist. He pushed up with his feet in a spring-like motion and followed up with even yet another punch, hoping to push him backwards. If he'd succeeded, he'd land with both knees onto his opponent's chest hard and continue punching at Thrush's face in a rage, screaming all the while.
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Post by "Unfettered" on Jun 30, 2008 0:28:13 GMT -8
OOC: Sorry... not as good quality. Headache. >_>;
APOLOGIES FOR TAKING SO LONG. ._.
Edited due to request. Lemme know if there are any issues here.Shotgun That scream.
Ear-splitting.
Headache-inducing.
Glass-shuddering.
And then the shock between his legs.
The German came some more.
=D!?
Flying out between his legs, the elbow jumped back to Chocorem. However, this was the German's self-made lubricative, yet sticky semen in play here, which "Thrush" was more than a little accustomed to---*SPLATACK*"Shainapusu Heki!"In this perversity... while more of the electricity conducted, the uncouth German managed to slide his face out of the way, a nasty lightning-induced semen-burn glowing lightly over forehead. However, in spite of this 'foresight'/'defensive mechanism', the German went sliding back a good three feet from the force, leaning back a bit unnecessarily---Or was he?---to absorb the shock.---Then, came the second punch, which barely missed the just bouncing-back German, who came at the boy with both hands up, with a clawing intent obvious~
*WHAM*
Wait, what?
...Oh. He was on his back.
*WHAMWHAMWHAMWHAMWHAMWHAM*
Bringing up his arms over himself to the sides, utilizing the length, and reaching back his arms to touch his shoulders, his biceps got slammed back and forth, his head rocking onward, trying to get his legs to come over the boy's neck, and pull him about. However... his legs weren't working. Huh."NUTZLOS! NUTZLOS! NUTZLOS! HAHAHAHAHA!"Bloodied nose, but still smiling, he enjoyed it. This kid was so easy to provoke. This was the boy "Unfettered" had called before to quell him? PATHETIC! NUTZLOS! KEKEKEKEKEKEKE! Catching onto the rhythm of the punches, the German suddenly snapped his elbow towards with the punch to throw the boy's punch off a bit wide. And if that would work, and the boy was sent rolling to the side, and with his useless legs on top, begin to completely rely on pure force of his upper body to provide enough leverage to headbutt the kid over and over again, in such a confined way.
If not...
He would endure the hits for a while longer. They were harsh, but the German had endured worst. Especially this German. If a punch was made to go directly for his face, "Thrush" would simply close up his biceps onto the punch. Either this would result in a block, that would press his arms in an awkward angle against the sides of his face, or else, he'd catch the arm in a very awkward way, between his biceps or his forearms, or he'd take a quick shot to the head.
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Post by Rem on Jul 14, 2008 9:27:41 GMT -8
"NUTZLOS! NUTZLOS! NUTZLOS! HAHAHAHAHA!"
In his beastial rage, the diminutive Japanese youth had no clue when he became the one with his back against the floor, but it didn't stop him from attacking. He jettisoned his fists at Thrush's oncoming forehead (though, the shortened distance between them now weakened Rem's punches significantly). As haphazard as his attacks were, Thrush managed to break through his assault on a few occasions, effectively sending shockwaves of pain through his skull as their foreheads collided. The blow stunned him, causing his eyes to roll back up into his head and left him defenseless for another headbutt. This one smashed into his nose, breaking it.
He howled in pain as blood sprayed through his nostrils, the world around him quaking violently. Oddly enough, though, the second headbutt brought him out of his stupor and he shot his left hand up to intercept the third headbutt, clasping his hand over the man's face and digging his fingertips into Thrush's skin so as to strengthen his grip. He bucked slightly, starting to feel a bit light-headed. Those headbutts had taken more of a toll than he'd thought. If he didn't end this quickly...
Rem's tightened his grip even futher on his opponent's face, keeping the homosexual German at bay, and clenched his right fist tightly. He sent his Qi straight to the appendage, letting electricity surge brightly and powerfully around his fist. This was a move he'd only ever thought of. He'd never actually used it before. Hopefully, it'd work to get the German off of him.
"Mjolnir!!!" (Thor's Hammer)
Rem buried his knuckles deep into Thrush's cheek, shattering the remaining glass in the immediate vicinity accompanied by the nerve racking bass throng that's associated with a 'sonic boom'. The blow would send a shockwave circling outwards with both of them at its epicenter, upsetting the dust that had accumulated on the floor during the restaurant's hiatus in its wake. Sparks crackled from the fist.
If the blow did indeed manage to throw Thrush off of him, Rem would slowly rise to his feet and shake his head in an attempt to clear it. If not, he'd grab onto his opponent's shoulders, use his knee to prop Thrush up, dig the tip of his right foot into his abdomen and then kick him up, over and behind. Then he'd get up.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Jul 14, 2008 12:43:44 GMT -8
Delilah was watching.
She was stealthily stalking the two all the way here. She was always unsure of the whole Militia thing her boyfriend was apart of...seeing the way this fight had been going worried her senseless. This wasn't "Unfettered", she knew that. But if Rem started to falter, she'd step in in a heartbeat. She wasn't about to come that close to losing him again. In her pack she had the Vitamin water she found for Rem. He'd need it.
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Post by "Unfettered" on Jul 16, 2008 12:49:45 GMT -8
K.O.---?
Theme Song: Pain by Three Days Grace "NUTZLOS! NUTZLOS! NUTZLOS!---"
---Successive hits... Readying up a third one, in spite of all the pain, in spite of all of the loss of blood---"Mjolnir!!!"*BANG*
"EYAAAAAUUUGHHHH!!!"
Falling back, cratering into a wall, before falling forward, crumpling, right next to... Delilah? Whichever case, it appeared as though "Thrush" was knocked out. He didn't move. Barely breathed. Just the smell of something sizzling. Possibly, the Qi, the electricity, or both, since the two were conjoined, were highly effective. Especially since it was one of "Unfettered's" personalities. The charisma in "Thrush" was definetely not that of "Unfettered's", at any rate---No. He wasn't knocked out. But a sudden stuttered wailing caused him to tremble where he lay, shivering violently..."J-Jeez... i-is i-it... o-over?..." the German said, his muscles feeling as though they were breaking up, his nerves on fire. Pain, pain, more pain. Usually, pain meant he was alive, but this kind of pain... No. He had to keep on moving---DAMN "Unfettered". But no. No... he wouldn't fall as easily... Sitting up, quaking, the German shook where he stood, looking over at Delilah."..C-Could y-you h-help m-me u-up?... I-I t-think th-the w-worst i-is o-over..."Who was this girl? He remembered her... vaguely. And she was obviously connected to them, if she was here in the first place...
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Jul 16, 2008 13:28:43 GMT -8
Delilah blinked at the German at her feet and raised an eyebrow. Well...that hadn't taken long. She crouched beside "Unfettered" as he cried out...and stuttered?
"J-Jeez... i-is i-it... o-over?..."
The mechanic's eyes widened. She'd heard that voice before...but when and where? She watched his body convulse and twitch for a moment, before he spoke to her and she looked him in the eye.
"..C-Could y-you h-help m-me u-up?... I-I t-think th-the w-worst i-is o-over..."
She hesitated a moment; this man was, after all, only a few moments ago, fighting her boyfriend. She glanced at him quickly, then looked back down at "Unfettered". Except, that wasn't who he was right now...he was Mr. Jonathan Winters, someone she knew a while back. Despite her better judgment, she dropped on one knee and held out her hand for him to take.
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