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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Jul 16, 2008 13:37:17 GMT -8
The time was now, the captives of Sean Barker were free, the enforcers were all but crushed and the correctional facility was in ruins. Amidst the burning remains stood several figures, three of them teenagers, barely able to be called men. And in front of them all was the enemy, Sean Barker. The man that was responsible for all of this. A man that had made a lot of enemies in PHS #259. It was time for the final showdown.
Mathew would take a step forward looking over the remains of what had once been his prison, his Earth Dragon Coat flapping in the wind as it howled past him, green eyes ablaze with a fire deep within. One would expect him to launch himself at Sean Barker now, finish off his captor while he could, but instead Mathew would turn to the other boy's with him.
Casting a glare at both boy's Mathew would crack his knuckles as he met them each in the eye with his own gaze. One would have to be a blind moron not to see that Mathew was pissed and he intended to let them know just how pissed off he was.
"You know, you guys have a lot of fucking nerve. I had this all under fucking control and you guys bust in with bombs and shit. We were escaping! Did you fucking retards even think that this maniac may have killed the hostages at the first sign of an attack!?"
He would say pointing over to Sean who was only a little ways off from the small group. Sean would be dealt with soon enough, but right now he had to let these two know just how he felt.
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Post by "Unfettered" on Jul 16, 2008 13:58:15 GMT -8
Hmm. Let Me Think---Fuck You! Within the time of climax, the next and perhaps final step. Time to finish it all. The German had both his baton and his bokken sheathed at his sides, hands pocketed. Fingers, hands, arms... hell, even his chest were bandaged up, as he wore all his gear, regardless of weight, as they all looked up at the final crescendo of what was to be.
Slicking back some of his hair behind his ears, he gave a lick to his dry lips. God, he was tired. Warily looking at the goddamned transfer, he clicked his tongue."Oh... RIGHT, JA." turning on him, hands in his pockets, looking at the prick with a haggardly tired look on his face. "AS IF VE VER TO KNOW YOU HAD ZOME ELABORATE PLAN COOKED UP. ...You know, you might vant to be 'zanking' us... Besides, there was only a 22% chance of him killing you all... And you were all potentially expendable anyways..."Logic. Come on. Even to the German it was pretty obvious. And at any rate, even SUPPOSING, they were all killed, technically, that would've been the loss of about two undeveloped, unchecked Militia soldiers, a lieutenant, but also potential sympathetics, two transfers. Admittedly, the only ones of real loss would be Emily and Bastille, but then, people were replaceable.
...And anyways, its not like they COULD kill them, after they POWERED THEM UP like a bunch of goddamned old man on a kilo's worth of Viagra. Especially not this guy. That was funny. This guy was fucking tank."Besides... none of zis vould've started if you let your ASS get beat by Sean Barker in ze FIRST PLACE." he pointed accusingly at the transfer. |
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Jul 16, 2008 14:05:56 GMT -8
He was going to turn this on Mathew? The guy was just being silly now. Mathew was the one that came up with an escape plan, Mathew was the one to work it out, and Mathew was the one to execute it. Let's face it, Mathew was a fucking pimp!
"Oh Puh-leeze, you should have assumed something was going up. You think I would LET myself stay here. And it isn't like he just fucking beat me up. I had already taken out Leon while he was fucking connected to a source of electricity. Lets see you do that and still have the strength to FIGHT Sean Barker, let alone beat him.. Fucking Nazi "
Mathew would cross his arms over his chest giving the German the Death Glare. He didn't like having to be the hero and rescuing people was certainly heroic. He didn't like it because when you started doing that shit then people started to expect you to do it. It was just way to much trouble, not worth it.
"And that 22% chance doesn't seem like reason to wait!?" HE would say shocked at what he was hearing. Most of the people captured were on this German kid's side! One thing was certain, this kid was cold.... ice cold.... pun intended.
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Post by "Unfettered" on Jul 16, 2008 14:21:02 GMT -8
...When Hell Freezes Over... Uh-huh. Yeah. Assumptions, assumptions, assumptions. Was this guy an idiot!? Widening his stance, flailing his free hand over at Sean Barker. "Jajajaja. I barely even KNOW you, dumbass! I don't assume anything, but ze vorst. And how was I supposed to know zat you veren't getting along all handy-pamby vith ze Warden, anyways, huh? Yeah... those free shots and quick power-ups... Liking zat power, weren't you, 'freakin' transfer." retorting with a gutturally angry accent. After all, they'd only met once before this. AFTER he'd beaten the shit, needlessly, mind you, of a random passerby."A SANE person vould've gone home and rested up after a fight with Leon, anyvays..." staring harshly back, unerring, as he stepped up closer, glaring right back, his hands balled into fists as he shoved them into his pockets. "Und ja. 22% is less zen a one-fourth chance. Logic, transfer, logic."Tch... transfers. How typically arrogant. They were like Jews, only less useful. |
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Jul 16, 2008 14:30:52 GMT -8
"I don't seem to recall needing shots to slam your ass through a wall Nazi boy. And how do you think I got an escape plan. Keep your friends close and your enemies closer. There is very little use shouting defiance to someone when they have a gun to your head."
He would say giving Unfettered a small shove on the shoulder. He did not like this asshole. He was far to arrogant. He was like Mathew without the lovable attitude.
"And for your information I was getting my wounds tended when he came." He would say shaking his head. This guy just assumed he went and picked a fight with Sean? It wasn't like Mathew went up and keyed the guys fucking car.
"And 22%? What's the basis for that number? Or did you just pull it out of your fucking Nazi ass?" He would demand doubting the man had ANY basis for that figure.
Mathew fucking hated arrogant people that were not him. The difference was that he was right, he always was. People just didn't understand that and you had assholes like this that went around fucking being dumb asses and blowing shit up. The guy was probably also a Jew hater, just because it would go along with the stereotype he was projecting of himself with that stupid eyepatch.
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Post by "Unfettered" on Jul 16, 2008 15:06:51 GMT -8
Maybe A Bit Too... 'Graphically' Described... "Oye. Ja. You slam me through a wall. But people like you don't really mind getting stronger, doncha, ja? And I don't think it's getting into your thick skull zat I am not avare of how your crazy mind vorks, silly man." getting shoved, and instead of showing an excess of force back, pointed repeatedly and sharply into the punk's chest. Really, an irritating type of guy, but the German, upon realizing this, was actually starting to smile, albeit a bit darkly."Jajajajajaja... right. Getting your vounds tended to. Sir, ven you did zat, did you even try to hide avay vere you vouldn't get found so damned easily?" he added, a tinge of condescending notion in his mouth, as he was glaring a smoldering look of... something along the lines of amusement and irritation. Backing up, he played out his hands and fingers, close to himself, obviously putting up a mocking gesture.. "Ohhhh... look at me! I am so tired and veak, I'm just going to lay around in a school full of students zat vill ATTACK FOR NO REASON, while I get myself bandaged up, because I'm so cool like zat... aaah..."---Oye, oye, oye!"Right... Ja. I pulled zat out of my ass. I dug my hands, up into my rectum, fingers clawing vith my nails to grind all ze vay up into my small rectum, und filtered through all of my body's digested shit, and pulled an idea out of my ass. Probabilities, evidence of vat has happened, and applying ze information zat ve currently knew of Sean Barker at zat time... Its called 'estimated guess', you shmuck!"He did not particularly appreciate having his mind questioned, nor having stupid and petty things used against him, for lack of common sense as to how he'd come up with something. Y'know... Blacks, Jews, and generalized people were actually good to know. The cultures, the whatnot... What Hitler should have done was send all the 'Assholes' into Auschwitz. Save a little bit of money in the process. And maybe send himself on the way there while he was on it. God, this guy made the Führer look like Muhammad, only less stringently stubborn. |
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Post by John on Jul 17, 2008 5:06:51 GMT -8
John just stood there... Listening tot he banter with a smile. It was nice, the heat felt good. His own red coat moved from the heat waves of air pushing up from the fire as none of the flames seemed to be advancing on their position it was a rather calm mood for John. While they argued John found a spot on a rock to sit down and chillaxe. Humming a little tune to himself he rocked his head back and forth.
He listened to the Transfer and Winters go back and forth with their arguement, needless, but it was there. But what got him was when Mathew tried to blame the whole thing on Winters, and John. What kind of shit is that? John would stop humming and walk over to interupt whatever arguement the two where having, because John had something to say.
"WHat the fuck, Transfer? We come in here to save the others, you where none of our concern to begin with. I for one could of cared less if you got stronger or not, I'd still beat your ass eventually. Why dont you just deal with the kindness of our hearts that we would consider helping you escape."
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Post by Sean Barker on Jul 17, 2008 5:30:56 GMT -8
Sean was standing not far off, the facility in ruins, the Enforcers only remnents of themselves, Mitsoumi on the loose, it was down to just Sean and these other three. He knew each of their abilities, their statistics, almost everything he could know, but right now he was only slightly worried. Starring the three down as battle was soon apon them, Mathew threw an insult at the other two, which erupted in an arguement as if he wasn't even there.
"Hey! Don't talk like I'm not even here, what the fuck! I thought we where about to have an epic battle, lets go already, jesus."
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