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Post by Vetis on Jul 28, 2012 13:37:31 GMT -8
Having heard yet another voice that made his gag reflex go into effect he decided it was enough. If ever there was a moment when he thought wow could things get any worse and irony bitch slapped him with an answer then this was in fact that time. Hearing the rambled words that could only be described as barking sounds from this new player made the defication of the english language that uttered out of chuck e.'s mouth seem like a silken verbal blanket was not small feat. And yet Constantine had arrived on the scene.
Having looked Jack in the eye and the replaying all the events through his head only a single pop culture reference popped into his head. It was of Eric Cartman saying the words "Screw you guys. Im going home." And that is exactly what he began to do as he waved himself off. Now normally he wouldnt just be able to up and leave with such a monstorsity being in the way but those gosh dorn loveable Barker soldiers Chuck E. almost killed were making there play. Apparently Barker liked all his men bloodthirsty and even though some were more so than others hair trigger tempers were not to be a surprise. As they made there way towards what would most likely be there death, Vetis could rest easy knowing a combination of infighting and inbreeding had saved the day.
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Post by David B. on Jul 31, 2012 15:11:16 GMT -8
Sorry for the wait. Lotta shit going on. Will be more punctual.
IC:
A grin. Stepping toward Shugo, he planned to make sure the bastard wouldn't go anywhere. However, gripped from behind as be suddenly was, the man would make a successful, hasty retreat.
Now thoroughly annoyed, the bottle Constantine shoved at his back would crackle against apparent metal, a crunching noise being what signified it's destruction. Charles would grab at the arm that held him, pinning the body to his as Jacks bombs fell, so the flames would smash around them. Only then Would he release the arm so the boy could cry and run. At least, that's what Charles was hoping for. Whether it happened or not, he'd walk out of the fire with a now-deformed grin.
His skin was bubbling, his shirt burning off his shoulders. A large metal plate was in the middle of his back, and visible tubes could be seen under his skin. The area of body was thick and callused, making it very difficult to break through. He'd laugh and charge at jack, aiming to clothesline him.
OOC: shugo and Vetis exit
Gains + 100 dollars (request from mod with link to thread)
Gains Bloody baron: a plain piece of cloth staind with charles' blood that gives +1 to DEX. Non upgradeable. Non tradeable. Can be woven into normal clothing or kept in pockets.
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Post by Jack on Aug 5, 2012 7:39:52 GMT -8
Was it horror or awe on Jack's face as Charles strut out of the inferno as if it was nothing. His skin was bubbling, shirt burning off his very shoulders it was as if he were a terminator.
"fuck it"
Jack charged toward Charles, At the last moment he would drop to his knees allowing his momentum to slide himself along the west floor. Arching his back, as he slid under Charles' close line.
Once he cleared Charles Jack planted his palm out in front of him transitioning his weight forward he began to roll like in gymnastics however he would kick at the lower back of the monster as he did so.
Propelling himself forward and back onto his feet. Now if Constantine for what ever reason hadn't gotten out of the way of the fire bombs and was somehow incapacitated. Jack would use the momentum to vault through the wall of fire as quick as possible. Hitting the ground with a role he would pick up Constantine under his shoulder and run to safety.
If Constantine was unhurt however one Jack had made contact with Charles' lower back he would add a twist into his roll so he stood back up facing the monster.
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Post by David B. on Aug 11, 2012 21:05:55 GMT -8
Jacks technique would work, his foot landing harshly against Charles' lower back and causing him to stumble forward a little. A small, unheard crunch would sound of the small of his spine- the plate that Jack kicked had a small sensor just below it, and the mans foot and, luckily, crushed it.
It would, however, go unnoticed by charles and would be very hard to detect for Jack or Constantine. He would turn around and sigh. The man was a slippery devil, and this was getting old fast. Chasing after him into the flames, he would pull a knife out of the back of his whitey tighties, where it was tucked snugly.
His shorts and shirt had both been burned away, yet his manderwear seemed perfectly intact.
He'd rush for jack, sweeping the knife upward from the right, using his right hand, in an attempt to cut Jack from the point of his left hip bone to his right shoulder.
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Post by Jack on Aug 12, 2012 6:18:19 GMT -8
If Constantine couldn't move Jack would do his best to haul the old college captain out of harms way before dealing with Charles. The fire wall would give him just enough time to get Constantine to safety and then turn in time to see the maniac running at him. His clothes had burned away, he was like the fucking Terminator. Jack too had to pat out a few flames on his Jacket, luckily unlike Charles his clothes were some what fire resistant or maybe it was just plain luck but for now he wasn't burnt like a roasted marshmallow.
Jack turned to his right, so his left shoulder was forward and began to step back in an attempted to dodge the initial slash. The blade clipped his belt, slashing the thin leather in half however that was the difference between cutting through flesh and bone.
The blade would travel in a horizontal direction by this stage Jack had already begun to move lean back, so the blade missed his chest however the blade cut through a large section of his clothing. However his bandages preventing the skin from being touched.
Stumbling back Jack's butt hit the table, planting his hands onto it he backward rolled over the table. It was a quick and easy technique, plus it wasn't really to be expected. Now there was a table and chair between Jack and Charles. He would plant his right foot on the edge of the table and push with all his strength. Sliding the table along the ground toward Charles the intent to break it on his body. Jack gave the push everything he had, leaning forward and standing on the ball of his left foot.
If that wasn't enough as soon as Jack's foot had begun to return, he would plant it on the ground, cork screw his upper body and with a sharp rotation, by transferring the weight from one foot to the other he would fling the chair at Charles face.
In the end if the monster was still coming at him, Jack would smile and begging to walk backward, raising his hands up in a pretend surrender.
"Hey now, I think we got off on the wrong foot. You seem like a cool guy, what do I have to do, to become like you?"
Continuing to back up.
"Like, Vetis left already mate, he went that way! Barker doesn't even know who I am. Can't we just all be friends and get along?"
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Post by Charles Crassus on Aug 17, 2012 16:25:47 GMT -8
The table would slide at him, and Charles, noting the motion, scoffed. Kicking upward, he'd split the table in two, pieces flying in front of them to create the perfect cover for the chair that flew through, smashing against his frame and causing him to stumble backward. He'd grind his teeth, coughing out a growl loud enough to be heard over the flames behind them. His voice would ring out.
"What? Ya' must be jokin'!"
He'd stand again, clenching his fists.
"Boy, ya must not pay attention! Barker knows who ya are- he knows yer name! He'll find ya, and he'll kill ya!" A man would call out to the side, waving him over. He'd glare back at Jack, lowering the knife.
"Yer lucky, boy. But don't worry- i'll see ya soon."
And he'd turn to run off through the fire and toward the truck, his back churning and bubbling- not from the fire, but from something moving underneath- On his upper left thigh, would be a number in dark black ink, almost bolded: "6". He'd leave the both of them there, hopping into the truck as it sped away.
OOC((This has been kinda dragging out. Feel free to post an exit, i'll have sign ups again soon.))
Quest rewards for Jack for sticking with it, but not beating charles: +$250
Bee Stinger: A pair of right-handed brass knuckles with a button close to the thumb that when pressed, causes spikes to pop out the top. +1 to strength. ((REQUEST FROM STAFF))
Quest reward for Constantine: + $30 ((REQUEST FROM STAFF))
No item and low reward given due to only one post.
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