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| FritzingHell | Apr 9 2018, 04:07 AM Post #1 |
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Alright, this was it. FINALLY A VACATION. Well, technically every day was a vacation for a certain woman, but this was something that was sorely deserved after all the shit hands she had been dealt with over the past couple of months. Dealing with the South America bullshit, going to Egypt and getting tricked into trying to find gold in them rivers, going to Japan and getting fucked over royally in a trade gone horribly wrong. Having some time to relax was what the Diamond Queen needed, and the best place to do so was the quite possibly the quietest, the least newsworthy country in the world. The one place that everyone forgot about, even her, until they looked real hard at a map of the United States.![]() CANADA Having traveled to Canada, Cora had decided to visit a particular area of one which she continuously recalled upon doing searching about the kinds of places in Canada. And having landed in Toronto, Cora once again thanked the guy she gave some favors for a ride, before heading out into the nightly city. Arriving in a hotel of sorts that bordered the coast of this city, Cora made sure to open her briefcase full of fun clothing, and made sure to pull out her trusty mallet. As always it was sneaked through customs because of favors and the like, so thank god people were thirsty as fuck, no matter what part of the world they were a part of. And just as it was reaching the best portions of the night, a little past ten O'clock, Cora decided that the best thing to do was to visit the biggest, largest nightclub in all of Toronto. There, she knew she would find some of the best partygoers, and could quite possibly find herself meeting some very well needed dealers. Honestly, ever since things turned sour in Japan, she was desperately looking for her next fix. And, according to the nearest internet searches on her handy smartphone, Cora was able to find the most popular Nightclub in Toronto. Some weird place called Puck Off! Well, whatever. Shrugging to herself, the young woman left her hotel and took the streets with her Diamallet, following the directions to the easily noticeable building which glowed very neon colors. A bit retro in her opinion, but it definitely was not lacking in partygoers, because it was especially rowdy tonight. Smirking to herself, the young woman walked around the building and into a nearby alleway, finding a window that was well above reach for a normal person. Well, using her hammer, she bashed through the window and used her weapon to hoist herself up the wall, crawling in through the broken window and into the male bathroom. Thankfully empty, the young woman adjusted the mallet onto her back using a strap, as she left the bathroom to find herself facing the dance floor, which was slightly barren for the moment. Smiling as she was enjoying the music, Cora practically jogged onto the dance floor and started losing herself to the music, deciding to party now and have some fun for the first time in forever. The young woman's own curve and figure dominating the dance floor, despite being shorter than pretty much everyone else in the nightclub. Underneath the strobing lights and the lit dance floor, the young woman was wearing something rather new for a change. Adorning her chest was a white button up blouse, with a tanktop underneath to make sure that she could take off if things were getting a bit heated. Along with this, she wore a pair of nice, form fitting jeans which straddled her curves very nicely, as her violet sneakers bounced along the dance floor. She was even wearing some light-crimson lipstick, which was something she hadn't done in what felt like forever. God she felt amazing, now that she looked the part of the Party Queen right now. Little did she know, this night was going to get a lot more interesting~ Edited by FritzingHell, Apr 9 2018, 04:16 AM.
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| Oirarana | Apr 16 2018, 12:43 PM Post #16 |
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It was harder than he would have liked to avoid those blasts, the slight pull of his torso when he moved and the slowly drying blood limiting his movement and making it a bit harder to breathe. But he managed to get away from them, or block a few that got too close with swipe from his bone tail. Cracks formed in the construct but it held for the time being as he finished clearing out most of the club patrons. There were only three left now, all he had to do was get past the Gold helmed individual to finish them off. It would be supremely satisfying to kill them while he tried to protect them, the only issue was actually getting past the fool. The thing about most people was that they flinched from pain, protected themselves from a little damage when taking it would have meant that they could see their goal to fruition. Ciaran had zero time for that nonsense. If he had, he would have been hiding somewhere taking potshots at the people because he was trying to protect his injured back. Instead, the second it seemed like his opponent was changing his tactics, the Irishman charged forward with a cry of delight at the mayhem that they had caused. His tail was arced overhead, ready to strike, and a manic grin spread across his face. It was hard to keep track of Goldie as he attacked, the other man's speed surpassing Ciaran's ability to follow completely, but he didn't care, continuing to charge anyway. The thing about jump attacks, and Ciaran used them a lot, was that it was very hard for the person using them to change direction in mid air, so when he was able to react to the jump that Goldie used as the first part of his kick, the small man took a few more steps and shifted slightly to the side. This would have a few benefits, firstly it meant that Goldie's kick would overshoot slightly, secondly it would slam into Ciaran's left shoulder instead of the back of his neck, and thirdly... thirdly it meant that he managed to get about eight meters away from the group of innocent club goers. The moment he stopped Ciaran did tthree things with this new situation. The first was to utterly ruin his shoes by extruding bone from the bottom of his feet, burrowing deep into the floor and out of sight of everyone. The second was to try and catch Goldie's leg after it slammed into his shoulder and knocked the wind out of him, hoping to lock him in place and preventing him from escaping step three. Step three of course being 'stab him with the razor sharp bone tail' which he would try and do no matter if he managed to grab the Golden DJ. Even if that didn't succeed though, his ultimate goal was what lay beneath, the seed sown and the trees sprouting from the ground with incredible speed. Trunks and branch-like bone emerged from the floor to impale the civilians on calcified thorns, raising them up, still alive and painting the pale material red with their blood. This was Ciaran's 'Forest of Yew' technique, and if he hadn't manage to already kill Goldie with his Scorpius, then the forest's branches would try and bind the man, keeping him in place for a more severe blow. Ciaran Summary "Hey! At least our jams weren't killing people. Anyway you slice it sugar you're in the wrong!" Chrome Dome retorted as he continued firing, somehow not seeming to run out of bullets even with the massive stream that continued to follow Cora. "We're past the stage where fighting for survival is necessary, and it's outdated relics like you holding us back!" Chrome Dome felt a little bad for the human shield that the girl was using, but he could tell that the body was already dead, it just didn't quite know it yet. And so he simply continued to pour on the heat until she managed to get behind the DJ booth, the surprisingly resilient podium withstanding his gun. But he wasn't a one trick pony, and began to walk towards her as his gun spun down for a moment, heat pouring from the barrels as they ejected from the body of the weapon and a new set slid into place automatically. The weapon began to spin again but this time no bullets emerged, instead it began to hum ominously, electricity sparking from the weapon in increasing bursts. Chrome Dome's visor displayed a pair of skulls where his eyes should be as a beam of searing light shot out of his gun towards Cora, digitised laughted emerging from the speakers on the side of his head. Chrome Dome's Summary
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| FritzingHell | Apr 18 2018, 12:24 PM Post #17 |
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Taking her time behind the booth, Cora could feel her arm in some dire pain, but at least nothing felt too fatal or damaged. A relief as she would have been sorely pissed if one stray bullet had struck against a vein or artery of the sort and killed her that way. Though, after a while, she noted that the room had grown silent. Well, not really as the beats were still persisting throughout the room, but there was a lack of gunshots. Ah, perfect, a reloading sequence, which would give her enough time to jump right on out of her cover and start her mad dash over towards her foe. Only to narrowly dodge an intense energy blast which ruptured through the booth. Her eyes widened at such devastation created as the booth and the area behind it was now in complete and utter tatters, rubble thrown about from the excessive damage. "HOLY SHIT!" She couldn't help but exclaim as she tumbled right on over her own feet. Picking herself right back on up, she slyly remarked upon hearing that kind of laughter, "I almost forgot who the real villain was, your laugh so tacky I mean." Getting back up to her own feet, Cora charged after the shoulder arm turreted man, believing that this was definitely something different from the normal gun rounds. And like guns, people would need to reload their guns, leaving a period of time in which the opponent would be completely vulnerable to an attack. Since, honestly, no one expects a full frontal charge against a gunman. Stepping in forward, Cora would throw a punch aimed directly at this guy's midsection. Though her aim was to actually damage him with the hefty handed punch, her true goal was complete utter decimation of his body. With her free arm, Cora began to swing her mallet in a horizontal swiping direction, aiming to impact her weapon right into this bozo's side and break many things he had in his body. The swing having a much more intense aura to it, as the young woman's mastery of her own craft allowed her to know exactly how to damage others with what is usually considered a cumbersome weapon. If she was able to land her attack, the young woman would aim to send the opponent flying away to some odd end of the night club. Cora Summary Feeling the impact ring against his own leg, Goldie smirked underneath his own helmet while landing in front of the very people he spoke about trying to protect to the best of the abilities. After all, they were more or less bait in order to attract this killer, whose goals were easy to assume from the getgo. With his own boot slamming into the boy's shoulder, Goldie wasn't even expecting to get grabbed while in the air, and had gotten a rather hefty gash along his thigh. Shaking him off, Goldie would use his quirk to blast away from Ciaran, realizing that being this close would only be his downfall. Landing a good five meters away from Ciaran, Goldie staggered a little upon landing on his bad leg, his colorful pants were soon becoming stained with a long streak of red. Standing, he looked over at Ciaran while lifting up both of his arms and aiming them at the bone kid, speaking with pride despite the grievous injury, "I've got you where I want homes. Just you and me, and no including of the civilians, so how about you do the right thing and di-" And then the ground in front of him erupted, the tiles of the dance floor being pushed up and out to reveal a cacophony of bones sprouting up and out of the ground, racing over towards his own location. It was approaching him at a much faster rate than he had anticipated, and already had his lower legs impaled with bones before he could even react. Blasting off another wave of sound at Ciaran, Goldie was soon surrounded in these bone structures, being completely stabbed in multiple places. Even piercing through the dandy helmet of his, though thankfully avoiding any facial damage. Though, the real damage had been done, as he did not have long to live once the branches slid out and let the blood flow right out of his own body. And he had become a downright failure, because the trio of screams being brutally cut short indicated that the final civilians of this nightclub had their life snuffed out finally. Though, Goldie did not want to go down like this and disappoint his bro, and if he had to go down... THIS GUY WAS GOING DOWN WITH HIM. Struggling to move his arms despite having marrow impaled into his own flesh, Goldie started to charge and compress a small burst of sound, supercharging it with more force than usual. Applying the usual force he made, A small compressed beam of sonic waves jettisoned from his palm, aiming to impale Ciaran's torso in a final fit of struggle. Goldie Summary
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| Oirarana | Apr 19 2018, 01:11 PM Post #18 |
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Ciaran didn't have time to feel satisfied that his plan had worked as the gold helmed man fired another blast at him. Unable to move with the bone still buried in the ground, he did the next best thing. Layers of bone burst out of his body, overlapping his skin and forming a barrier that splintered and shattered as it was struck by the shotgun-like rainbow blast. But it had done its' job, diffusing the damage and keeping him from some nasty wounds. Rolling his injured shoulder the young Irishman strolled forwards as casually as he could, his bone constructs turning to dust and spreading out across the floor. He wasn't too sure how badly that kick had damaged him, and the taste of blood in his mouth told him that the injury from that actual shotgun had probably collapsed his lung. That or he'd bitten his tongue at some point. The red eyed Irishman almost didn't notice his opponent's last attack, eyes widening slightly as he forced his injured body to the side in order to avoid potentially being killed. As it struck his side, alarm bells in his brain told him that technically, yes, he was still alive, but that attack had hit. He pressed his hand against the damaged flesh, a protective coating of bone emerging from his body to hid the injury from sight and further damage. It made moving even more difficult than before, and Ciaran couldn't help but be angry that he'd managed to get so hurt. Stalking towards the Bounty Hunter, Ciaran reached out for the damaged helmet, holding it tight with bloodsoaked hands, an unpleasant smile on his face. "Bye bye~" he remarked cheerfully before twisting the man's head as hard as he could, until he was satisfied with the snap of the man's neck. Now with no foe to fight himself, the small male pushed over his foe and sat on the cooling corpse, watching Cora's fight quietly as he tried to figure out how badly his chest was damaged. Ciaran Summary Chrome Dome was a bit startled as his target ran towards him. Usually when he started his weapon up they went the other way. Visor flashing in surprise at her daring, he didn't manage to get a word in as he tried to track her with his gun, the rotating barrels spitting out projectiles that just couldn't quite reach her. A hollow sound echoed from his torso when she punched him, the Bounty Hunter trying to put some distance between them so he could get a bead on the Villain. Unfortunately for him his attempts put him directly in the arc of Cora's swing. The girl might have intended to knock him away, instead there was the sound of metal tearing and crystalline chiming as her hammer impacted with his abdomen. What went flying was a number of cogs, gears and wires as Chrome Dome fell to the floor in two halves, clockwork mechanisms spinning almost pointlessly as his ruptured body rolled until it came to a stop, his visor having gone dark. At least until his Minigun began to spin again, spraying a hail of shots at Cora from where his torso had landed. Lights on his visor came back on and he straightened his body with his arms, settling down into position like some sort of gun turret. "Tis but a scratch!" he announced, laughter emittting once more from the speakers built into his helm. Chrome Dome's Summary
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| FritzingHell | Apr 20 2018, 01:56 AM Post #19 |
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Goldie couldn't really believe it, he was going to be ended like this. And his efforts were all brought to almost naught, as this young psychopath was much stronger than the average street rat. Usually him and his bro were able to wrap situations like these up, but this was beyond insane. Nothing like this had ever happened in these parts of the world, as everything was generally all boring and nice. T'was why the both of them came to Canada in the first place, so they could enjoy a breather from their humdrum bounty hunting. Being unable to move as his own body was only standing through sheer willpower once the bone-branches finally dissipated, he could only look on in scorn at Ciaran through the broken visor. Feeling the hands pressed against his own helmet, he spat out a simple, "F-Fuck yo-GAAAAAAAAH He held on with as much strength as he could, pushing his head against the twisting motions of Ciaran's own actions. He actually held his own for a solid while, despite being unable to fight back. Taking all of his strength in order to do so, he finally gave out as the blood gushing out of his body at this point was the end of him. The neck being snapped was just the icing on the cake for Ciaran, leaving the pale, injured maniac to watch Cora absolute decimate Chrome Dome. And honestly, Cora was completely surprised that her attack had such a catastrophic effect on this person's body. His body erupting into a destructive composition, she let down her own guard temporarily as it must have been game over for this half-baked cyborg. Looking over to Ciaran, not even thinking a second thought on the tin can robot before asking her friend, "Jeez, nice one getting done before me.... Wanna see how far I can launch my guy? Like human minature gol-" Cora wasn't given the pleasure to finish that sentence of hers because her ears were able to pick up the whirring of the miniguns once more. A look of bafflement on her own face as she was momentarily caught off guard, unaware of how to act for a split second before lifting up her own hammer to intercept the aim of the gun. Bullets ricochet'd off of the weapon and bounced off towards different sections of the weapon. Continuing to close the distance to this human turret, as he couldn't move anymore, the hammer would block all of the bullets and hopefully send some bullets careening back into the android's own body one more. Once she heard the very audible wave of bullets end, Cora lifts up her hammer and aims to swing the hammer like a golf club. Aiming to try and get a hole in one by utterly obliterating this rather moronic bounty hunter, my splattering his already leaking innards against the wall. Tech Used
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| Oirarana | Apr 22 2018, 04:27 AM Post #20 |
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With his foes defeated and blood smearing his whole body, Ciaran let out a sigh of relief as he snagged the nearest standing glass and tossed it back. This was followed by a lit cigarette being put to his lips as he caught his breath and tried to regain full lung function. It seemed counter intuitive, but the fact that no smoke emerged from the hole in his back told him that even if his lung had been hit by the shotgun, it was sealed now, which was good enough for him. A few more deep breaths and drags on the cigarette and he was fairly sure that it was not collapsed. That was definitely a good thing, since a collapsed lung was a real pain in the ass. After a few moments he made his way over to the DJ booth, surprisingly still functional, and switched the song with a breathy laugh, taking in the sight of the almost completely destroyed bar. Turning to Cora as the slightly shorter woman began talking, he watched in mild curiousity as the bisected bounty hunter continued to move, even going so far as to fire at her once again, bullets ricocheting off Cora's weapon until she was close enough to slam it into the robotic male. The swing took off one of his arms as well as his gun, knocking him around and sending the detatched limbs clattering against the wall as Ciaran wandered over to stare at the dismembered Deejay curiously, crouching down to poke at the visor as it displayed a sweat drop emoji and a white flag. "Alright, we'll call it a draw?" the Bounty Hunter offered, at which point Ciaran rolled his eyes and got back to his feet, gesturing for Cora to finish the man off before he got too boring. With the fighting pretty much done the Irishman began wandering through the carnage, checking bodies not only to see if they were still alive (and put them out of their misery if they were) but more importantly, to loot whatever valuables they had on them that he could actually carry. Might as well make some money as well as have fun. "So Twitchy, congrats on being the sole survivor of the Puck Off Massacre~" he said cheerfully as he looted, glancing in the direction of the shaking blonde youth that had originally sold them that fun drug. "I wanna work out a deal with you for distributing that stuff." "AH! Nnng.... please don't kill me!!" he shrieked at being addressed, shrinking in on himself as though to hide himself from their view and perhaps save himself from being killed. A number of empty inhalers around him told the duo that he'd used his own product to get himself through their little fun, and the way he was tugging at his blond hair and rocking back and forth suggested either he'd managed to use too many, or he had some sort of other problem. "Cora, give me a hand?" Ciaran asked with a sigh. Edited by Oirarana, Apr 22 2018, 04:28 AM.
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| FritzingHell | Apr 22 2018, 05:50 AM Post #21 |
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After having tried to launch the damn bastard like a golfball, apparently she whiffed it and clipped his side. The shock wave of the impact causing the limbs to just scatter about. And even then this torso with an electronic face still had the ability to talk about a farce of calling this a mere draw. Narrowing her eyes at him as this was just getting rather tedious at this point, she did not even need the signal from the blood soaked maniac on the other side of the Night Club to end his life. Dropping her hammer to her side, the young woman rolled her head around while cracking her own knuckles, curling hands into fists before crashing them into the visor of the freak beneath her, aiming to break his face inward with the force of a single punch Not wanting to take any chances, her own hands wrapped around the sides of his helmet while forcing a foot onto his shoulder. And, with a couple of tugs, Cora ripped this man's head right off of his own body. Now with a head looking worse than a ruptured tin can, it would be a god damn miracle if he was still alive... And also spoke a great measure of how long he could have lasted without his limbs. Oh well, doesn't matter as he was such a boring foe in the grand scheme of things, as he was unable to take the damage he tried to dole out. Glancing over at Ciaran, she followed suit in his actions of rifling around through a lot of the dead people's own bodies. Taking wallets out of these people's own pants and jackets, she took a random purse that had a couple bullet holes in them from the dance floor, and put all of the wallets in them. She counted at least ten or twelvish wallets before losing count, half paying attention to the conversation her friend was having with Twitchy. The burning sensation in her arm wasn't going away, but at least the bullet went all the way through. Figuring a way to help aid in the healing process, Cora hardened the wounded skin closed, diamond coating closing off the wound as she continued looting. Then it seemed he needed a hand. Looking over at the freaking out boy, Cora knew it was pretty hopeless trying to shake any kind of sense into him. So, with a very horrid idea in mind, she trotted over to one of Chrome Dome's dismembered arms, and ripped off his metallic-ish hand. Manually curling his fingers into fists, she threw the severed hand like a base ball, aimed at Twitchy's head. Hearing a very audible clunk against his head, Cora noticed that his head had slinked on over the side. Saying out loud, "Gave ya a hand, have fun!" Strolling over to Ciaran, a very happy look was on her face as she knew she lost the little game they were trying to play. So, grabbing the pale boy by the scruff of his neck, she pulled him in towards her own face. Puckering her own lips up, she enjoyed a solid couple of moments with the two of them pressed together, the raw excitement of bloody murder having woken the woman out of her rather odd stupor of boring complacency. South America had dulled her edge, and Ciaran was the one who was sharpening her back into a finely tuned weapon of destruction. Pulling away from him, Cora admitted, "You won the the game! So, how about we burn this joint and ditch this joint before the hit picks up... WAIT! I ALMOST FORGOT!" Giggling with a sadistic kind of glee, she threw and arm around Ciaran while rummaging in her pocket, pulling out a lightly cracked smartphone and turned on the camera. Propping it against the bar counter and starting the countdown timer, she let picked up the unconscious Twitchy in her other arm, as she centered herself in the photo. Ciaran on one edge, Twitchy conked out on the other, and Cora in the middle. Oh, and not to mention the bloodied background, the absolute chaos of this nightclub in the background. And all of it captured in a single photo. Smiling with glee, she elbowed her friend while mentioning, "Gonna spread that on the social media tomorrow morning, heheheh... So, how about you start burning the place down, and I can knock down a wall so we can get out of here...... We do have a plan for gettin' outta here, do we?" LP
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| Oirarana | Apr 24 2018, 01:47 PM Post #22 |
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He stared at Cora for a moment, trying to decide if he should laugh or sigh at her decision to knock the little dealer out with a thrown hand. It wasn't what he had meant, not at all, but it was still rather amusing. Ultimately he decided to shake his head, rolling his eyes at the literal interpretation of his request as he started hurling bottles of the highest alcohol content around the club, aiming to splash it everywhere, but most specifically over the bodies of their victims. He wanted to make sure they were as destroyed as he could by his janitor. That of course was interrupted by the young woman grabbing the meat of his neck and pressed her lips to his, his eyes widening slightly at the unexpected action, but that didn't mean he didn't give back as good as he got. Sure, they had danced and killed and all that fun stuff, but he hadn't expected to get that sort of reaction from the slightly shorter woman. Still, he supposed he could understand what drove her to that, such a murder-spree was definitely enough to get the blood racing after all. Ciaran was about to go back to spreading the flammable fuel when Cora pulled out her phone, obviously intending to take a picture. That... wasn't something he was quite comfortable with, not as he was, so while she fiddled with the camera function the Irishman crafted his usual villainous mask, bone emerging from his face to form an androgynous face-like mask, small horns peaking from the forehead as his red eyes glittered out from behind the eye slits. This version of the mask encased his entire head in living bone so as to hide his hair, and a few more plates of bone covered up the obvious stitching in his flesh. He liked being able to wander around normally with no one the wiser after all, so he wasn't going to let a photo ruin that fun. With the photo done, Ciaran allowed the excess bone to return to his body, and went back to his self appointed task with surprising cheer. That could be because he sampled the alcohol before hurling it around though. "Yeah, I got a way outta here, round the back of the club is my ride, it'll be able to take the three of us~" he confirmed to Cora's question as he made sure to break the fire alarms and extinguishing system, along with more alcohol and whatever flammable items he could find. "Just make sure you bust us a good exit and it should work out," he added, tapping his lower lip as he considered what was needed to make this a really good fire. Pity they didn't seem to serve food here, cooking oil would have been useful. Still... there should be more than enough fuel here to turn it into a raging inferno, and clean up most of the mess their fun had caused. A single match dropped into a pool of vodka would start the blaze. |
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| FritzingHell | Apr 24 2018, 10:45 PM Post #23 |
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Looking back at the photo, Cora couldn't help but let out a very meager sigh upon seeing the mask that she did not even notice had formed over Ciaran's face. Well, that's fair, because of what was going on in the background after all. Cora really did not care too much for her own reputation, as she wanted to get her name out in the world. That's the only way that she could find some kind of enjoyment, as that means having to face off against some of the more entertaining people in the world. And she might draw enough attention to meet up with other psychopaths similar to Ciaran. Well, she'll upload this picture once she was far enough from the scene. With Twitchy in her hands, still chuckling about her own sadistic joke in giving a hand, she strolled on over to the DJ booth one last time. Scrolling through the list, she recognized an old song on here that really seemed to be an odd choice in a DJ list. Pressing the play button, a very unfitting and cheery song would fill the air of this soon to be disco inferno. Bouncing her way over to the bathrooms, narrowly avoiding a thrown bottle getting chucked in the direction of her head, the young woman dragged her mallet across the ground and through some of the corpses. Even finding a barely living person still in the bathroom, trying to claw at the high-position windows in order to escape despite having a pair of broken legs. Welp, time to crush two insects with one hammer, as one swing of the mallet would smash this person into the shadow realm, while also creating a rather large hole in the side of this establishment. Confidently strolling her way outside, she quickly followed the alleyway to the back end of the club. Leaning against the wall, she rummaged in her pocket to pull out the inhaler full of that drug. That very potent drug which Ciaran wanted to keep him around for, and one that Cora was definitely going to enjoy getting more doses of in the near future. While waiting for the pale asshole, she brought the inhaler to her lips and pressed the air pump. The effects were instantaneous as the bright starry sky became very more intense. The colors of the stars becoming far more intense and visible, as it seemed as if the dark sky was peppered in a splatter of rainbow blood. Once Ciaran made his way out, Cora would hop on his escape vehicle with him, ready to have fun elsewhere with this crazy motherfucker. [Exit attempt, will follow Ciaran's method of escape] |
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| Oirarana | Apr 25 2018, 02:38 AM Post #24 |
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Ciaran stayed near the start of the fire for a few moments, watching as everything began to catch, the piles of corpses igniting rapidly thanks to the copious fuel he had dumped on them. A few molotovs made from the remaining vodka bottles and strips of cloth torn from the dead let him start multiple fires in the club, the smoke rapidly filling the room as fire licked at the roof. It wouldn't take long for this place to burn to the ground, which meant it was time for him to take his leave. Bowing to the burning dance floor, the Irishman followed after Cora, frowning slightly at the pasted body of the person who had been trying to escape. He couldn't believe that he'd let someone get this far away from him. Sloppy work on his part, he felt ashamed that he had missed someone. Still, they obviously hadn't gotten very far, so all's well that ends well... for him anyway. It hadn't ended well for the other club goers, but who cared about weaklings like that anyway? If they couldn't keep themselves alive, and didn't have anyone who cared enough to keep them from harm, they didn't deserve any pity from him. Besides, he got a decent amount of loot from it, and had a good time. Wasn't that what a night out on the town was all about? Once outside the club, Ciaran led Cora to where he had stashed the jetbike he had ridden from the Flying Ruin, pulling off a ratty tarp that was hiding it and putting the things he'd 'liberated' from his victims in the saddlebags. The small man tapped his chin absently as he considered the seating arrangement, but then decided if these things could fit guys like Tankshot or some of the more massive mooks then the three of them, as small as they were, shouldn't have an issue fitting on a bike intended for two full grown adult males. Jumping casually into the saddle Ciaran threw the switch that put it from storage mode into active, igntiting the engine as he revelled in the quiet whine. Sure, a roaring engine was more satisfying, but much more eye catching, and this thing was good for getting out of trouble. “Well, hop on~” he told Cora, waiting for her to get on the passenger seat before gunning the engine and pulling up, the bike quickly clearing the rooftop as he angled it as steeply as he could, as fast as he could. His skin pimpled at the cold air, but his giggling overcame any other difficulties, the vehicle zipping through the sky and away from the slow building plume of smoke from the burning club. “So, where to?” [END OF THREAD] |
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| Infinity Gohan | May 1 2018, 06:03 AM Post #25 |
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Taller than You
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Comments: Well, that was a fair bit of a massacre! A pair of regular psychos that I'm sure we're gonna be hearing more of about now. I do wanna say, we should watch how much sex, drugs and language stuff we do. Not saying yall wanna up end it, just use some moderation in the future yo. Notes
Edited by Infinity Gohan, May 1 2018, 06:06 AM.
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