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Storyline: A Wonder at the Warehouse
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Topic Started: Aug 10 2016, 01:18 AM (1,004 Views)
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Aug 10 2016, 01:18 AM
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The lights dangling from the high ceiling flickered every so often, their bulbs long in need of replacement. This was an annoyance, but not a big one, and one would get used to it soon enough. Large wooden crates were stacked up on top of each other in grid formation covering about half of the warehouse floor. The other half was mostly empty, save for the forklifts that lined the walls and a few other odds and ends that littered the floor, probably for shipping purposes.
Being as easy to navigate as it was, there weren't many janitors on duty that night. About three were assigned to clean up the place, as was done about every week, the build up of tossed garbage, dust, and debris enough to warrant some cleaning service, but as the company that ran this place was a little on the cheap side, they opted to hire from a private cleaning company instead of having dedicated workers for the job. This also meant there was a distinct lack of security, as there was not a guard to be seen at the warehouse itself. The only protection present that night were the guards that were posted at the fenced off gates.
The crates were filled with various supplies that, on their own wouldn't be worth that much, but with recent stock market trends, one might find their contents to be rather appealing if they could acquire them. This is what most likely drew Sabine to this location for her latest stunt of villainy, but who knows? Either way, Keelo had to be there that night. Who else would tidy up the place?
She hummed as she swept along the floor, remembering a song she heard on the radio earlier in the day. Of course, Keelo also took this job for another reason. Shady, unguarded warehouses seemed like a prime target for anyone wanting to commit a crime. This gave the janitor a chance to see if she could really handle the business of being a hero, but as the night dragged on and she went about her job, as usual, and nothing dramatic happened.
She adjusted her aviator shades and looked down at her stained, blueish-grey jumpsuit. "Heh, was looking forward to the reaction someone would get from a super janitor, too. Oh well." She shrugged, going back to her sweeping, humming as she was before.
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Aug 10 2016, 01:23 AM
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*crack* *munch* *chew* "Mmm... Pineapple!"
Marcos day had come to a sweet close. He had bagged a small time criminal without any trouble, gotten a free drink from his favourite restaurant and his bubblegums seemed to be on his side the entire way. The sun had already set, and he had sang the good old "I`m a poor lonesome cowboy" song while watching it, and it was about time to get some shuteye.
Surprisingly though, he didn`t feel tired at all. Maybe it was the amount of gum he had eaten, or the one gum that had tasted like caffeine. Either way, Marco was walking under the starlit sky, looking for something to do. Tokyo was surprisingly calm compared to Tatooin, but there had to be someone robbing some place... Admittedly, the police would propably be a bit grumpy about him just calling them in the middle of the night for hints, so he had to do his own research for now.
He walked past some apartment complexes, a mall, and a warehouse with lights on... Wait a minute. There were still lights at the warehouse. It was very late, so it seemed a bit suspicious. The place was guarded by some guards, though they seemed like the classic "bumbling" variety. Cheapness doesn`t often pay itself back in the desired fashion.
Marco decided that he may as well check the place out. If the security is donut police level of incompetent, someone has to do the work for them. Of course, getting in would be pretty easy, whether he went through the security or not, but eh, he didn`t want to make this a bad day for the poor sugar munchers, when he had had such a good day himself. He decided to look for another way in.
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Aug 10 2016, 01:27 AM
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Sabine needed to sort out something more practical to wear on excursions such as these, and it was something she realised not for the first time.
The thing was, as much as she might have found her dresses to be comfortable for everyday wear, they were ill suited for the rigours of crime. They offered no protection whether physically or for her identity, which had forced her to take additional precautions in picking out targets and methods, especially while her efforts to draw in additional support for her endeavours had come up short. All she had were her Tenants, but while some of them seemed to have potential, most rather did not. Yet in both regards, she would make do for now. It was with that determination that she came here tonight, the sedan that surrounded her drawing up to the warehouse, a figure in every seat. Two others were not far behind, but they were waiting while access was secured, leaving them at a distance that would keep them free to flee if need be.
So yes, the car came up to the guards at the gate, drawing no small amounts of suspicion in doing so. After all, who was even meant to be here at such a late hour, other than the guards that were already present? Said guards had their own little booth with which to guard the gate, from which they called out to the car, telling it to turn around, go home, and all the like. Instead it simply stood there, testing their frustration as the obscured occupants failed to heed any command. So out they came to more directly try to force the seemingly wayward driver to turn around, with one opening his mouth as the window came rolling down... Perfect for Sabine to force her lips unto theirs. Shock was momentary for the man, and soon replaced by horrified realisation as he realised something was finding its way down his throat. Their muffled screams and the resulting struggle due their partner out around the car in the seeming hope they might be able to assist, but an outswung door of the sedan knocked them down to the ground. While they took a moment to recover, the man Sabine had set as her target fell limp from a lack of oxygen, and collapsed to the floor as well. The young woman slid her papier mache mask back onto her face while her equally masked Tenants made sure the other guard was rendered as unconscious as the first by way of a beating.
The two were deposited back inside of their booth with just enough rope to hold them under the small counter of the freestanding structure, while the gate was opened, and sedans 1, 2, and 3 all rolled in. The muffled screams wouldn't have carried far, and neither would the sounds of the rather one sided fight. But smashing through the bar that tried to block oncoming vehicles? Definitely would have, so better to slip in much more quietly on that front. Soon all three vehicles were in front of the warehouse itself, and Sabine signalled for the vehicles to empty, save for their drivers. Her and her Tenants were amassed before the lsrge building, and she turned to one nearest to her. "Get it open." She ordered, calmly and simply, but firmly. She may not have regarded all her Tenants well, but she had her expectations of what they were and weren't capable of, and imagined those expectations to be well founded.
Once they were in, she stepped inside, glancing around. It was a fairly easy to navigate arrangement, though with the lights on, that meant at least one person was inside that had need of them. "If its the cleaners, find them." She signalled to two of her mooks, and then picked out another few. "Find the computers, see if you can access customer orders." With that, she turned to the rest, and gestured at the crates around her. "Open a crate from each pile, we'll see what's inside and what might be worth carrying." Her orders were acknowledged, and if mothing else should happen, would soon be carried out...
"Be on the lookout, would you?" The masked figure cooed to the small blue squirrel that had briefly sat on her shoulder, and now scurried away, seeking out any sign of a potential threat from the outside.
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Aug 10 2016, 01:29 AM
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As Sabrine and her lackeys were making quick work of the guards, Keelo was flipping through the key ring she had been given, searching for the right key that unlocked the room to the computers. It seemed to be the most populated room, as when Keelo stepped inside, there was a surprising amount of trash littered about the floor.
"Jeez, people just don't know how to take care of their workspace, huh? Guess I gotta take out the trash." She gave a bit of a sigh as she wheeled her cleaning cart inside taking a better look at the mess she was left with before she began to sweep.
"There's even a trash bin. You know, some people just don't have respect for sanitation workers. Ah, oh well, guess I didn't take this job because cleaning was-" She paused, the echoing noise of various footsteps and the hair on the back of her neck giving cause to worry. As she heard a pair of them grow gradually closer, Keelo prepared for the worst.
Flicking off the lights in the room. she quietly closed the door, leaving it unlocked. Hiding in the darkness, Keelo kept her breath steady, doubtful that if only two people came from that large clamber of walking that whoever came would be worth the energy spent on her quirk. Her grip on her broom grew tense as she gripped it with a stance as if she was holding a staff, keeping her unknown position until she could get a jump on the lackeys she would soon meet.
The door swung open and without hesitation Keelo lunged with a Precise Strike (-5 LP) at the one who opened the door, swinging the broom around to hit a specific spot in the head that was perfect for a knock-out. Being nothing of great vigor, he went down easily. Keelo hopped to her feet, her Broom pointed downwards in a defensive position as she eyed the other mook who accompanied the one she just took down. "Huh, I was going to take out the recyclables first, but I guess I could throw you away first." She chided, her intense glare unwavering and perhaps a bit too serious against an opponent like this.
LP: 25 ===> LP: 20
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Aug 10 2016, 01:33 AM
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Marco had decided to just outright climb the fence surrounding the warehouse. It was not the easiest job in the world, but marco assumed it was worth it. With penny pinchers guards like those, who would put up an electric fence? However, after getting to the other side, he heard the sound of a car behind him. Was he already noticed? Nah, the guards would have propably come to whine at him if that was the case. Whatever it was, he should propably hide. He ran over to the side of the warehouse, while looking towards the car through the booth. For a moment, nobody came out from either side. neither from the booth or the car. However, eventually the guards, stepped outside. Their blood was racing. Suppose the night had been so boring, that they were kind of excited to do something. However, as the window opened, a female like figure made contact with the face of one of the guards, and the guard slumped over, he was still alive of course, but completely out of it. The other guard got a proper beating, as they were taken to the booth side, where he couldnt get proper sight of them. "A mental note, watch out for the Blowhoe." Marco whispered to himself. More cars came around, and this was the time for Marco to slip farther away. Afterall, a man in front of the warehouse would propably be the perfect punching bag. He went about halfway to the side of it, and went on his belly, like a snake in the grass. The huge group came out of the cars, and ran inside the warehouse. Perfect chance for Marco to get in too. Whoever was inside already was gonna have a hell of a time against all these people. However, before he stepped out of his cover, he heard tiny footsteps. Something was coming his way. he got a glimpse of its figure. A rat perhaps? warehouses could be full of rats. However, since it came out so soon after the rest of the group, it was propably some kind of mascot. Pfeh, Villains get more fancy every second. If the creature was their mascot and not just some random rat or mouse, it would make a lovely hostage. However, what he knew from these kinds of beasts, was that if they saw something bigger than them, they would properly run away. He needed a bait. He grabbed a couple of gumballs from his bag. Heh, the three prime colors. Such a waste, but it had to be done. He lobbed, the gumballs on the ground a bit away from him. As they collided with the ground and each other, they made a satisfying rattle. If that was enough to grab the beasts attention, Marco would be ready to immediately attack and knock it out cold. OOC If you have anything you want me to change in this post, just pm me.
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Aug 10 2016, 01:34 AM
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There was an interesting process of elimination that went on as Sabine set about trying to find the room in which the warehouse's computers were contained. After all, warehouses were by their nature a relatively simplistic style of structure, with rooms off to one side - including above - of a vast and open chamber, rather than being tightly wrapped around a series of corridors. A few contained sections would resemble such a thing of course, but for the most part when one opened a door in a warehouse, they saw all that they needed to see. So far, in opening various doors, Sabine hadn't seen what she was after, and so she was forced to keep going along, seeking out her prize. She knew it had seemed strange to her Tenants to emphasize computers as the priority while any physical goods were a secondary bonus, but she had her reasons, and so long as she understood them, it did not matter if the Tenants did not, unless their lack of knowledge impeded their ability to carry her orders out.
Generally with the Tenants, it was not knowledge that she measured them by anyway.
The cleaner would soon learn this, as the man left standing after the other was assaulted stared her down. There was, for a moment, something that might be called hesitation in their eyes, but then they raised their fists, and raised their voice. "BOSS, found a cleaner!" The mook yelled, before rushing into the otherwise still dark room, starting to swing those aforementioned fists at the opponent. Despite the darkness, they did seem to have some sense of where the opponent was, trying to drive his fist in between her eyes!
[E+ mook: 1/2 posts]
On the opposite side of the warehouse, Sabine heard the call, turning towards the source. She began to stride across the space half full of crates, recalling her instructions - if there was trouble, then they called for her, as she was among the most physically capable of her own crew. Moreover, it was not her skills that were so necessary for success here, so she could put them to use cleaning up any mess thst got in the way.
Outside, the little squirrel known to its master as Adelle was scurrying about, seemingly wandering without much real direction. Then suddenly, it stopped, raising both head and body to peer in the direction of a strange set of sounds from upon the floor. It had certainly registered that they were there, and even began to make a few cautious steps in the direction of the source. It sniffed, smelling something sweet... And then almost immediately began running back towards the warehouse, squeaking as loudly as its little lungs could afford. It seemed as though it were both recalling a previous experience it rather wanted to avoid, but also had healthy enough a suspicion in general to try and call in what it thought it had found. So onwards it ran!
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Aug 10 2016, 01:35 AM
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LP: 20 + 20% (5) ===> LP: 25
Keelo stood in the dark, waiting, hoping to obscure herself somewhat and make herself harder to hit, but as she stood there, waiting for her opponent to make the next strike he moved back, cupping one hand to his mouth and calling out for his boss. "Great, you are taking orders from someone stronger. Figures." She barked, but upon immediately doing so she regretted it, as it gave away whatever hint of stealth she had and the grunt noticed it too.
He wasn't like his partner, either. There was something different about him. An air of minor strength. Below Keelo's, but still not something to write off. The grunt took advantage of her response and gave a smirk, throwing his right arm in a direct punch between her eyes.
Panicking, Keelo ducked, taking a sharp inhale and focusing on her inner balance. It wasn't ready right away, so she had to make due with pushing the mook away, holding onto the broom with one hand as she urged him away with a shoulder shove. After putting a foot or two between them a bright, wispy energy built up inside her, slowly flowing from her closed mouth and making its rounds around her.
Keelo came in with a right punch as a feint, but as she closed their distance halfway she lifted her right foot as well, pulling her hand back to build up momentum. Lastly, as her foot came closer to his legs her left hand planted itself on the ground, for beforehand Keelo was in a freefall with her kick. With her body caught and her right foot in motion, she willed her equilibrium's energy into her foot, activating her move, Swept Me Off My Feet (-10 LP).
LP: 25 ===> LP: 15
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Aug 10 2016, 01:36 AM
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Marco was wound up, ready to charge the little thing immediately when it would go for the balls. He was so close to the border, that he heard its little steps on the ground, and that little nose looking for something... And then there was a huge squeak. "Shit!" Marco whispered, as he stepped out of his hiding place and dove towards the little bastard, grabbing it just before it came into view of the door.
The thing still squeaked like a dang toy though. Marco took off his red scarf, and tried wrapping it around the beasts head, hoping to atleast muffle the sound, if it wasn`t enough to gag it. Now that he saw it a bit closer, he was a bit surprised. The beast was a squirrel. Very fluffy and colorful one. "Dang chew toy. Just stay quiet for a second and I don`t need to hurt you!" This definitely had to be the pet of the boss or something. Marco had never seen this kind of squirrel before, so it had to be a special breed.
In the process of grabbing the little furry toy, Marco had made it in front of the door to the warehouse. He took a quick peek inside. The supposed Blowhoes goons were all around the building. they were clearly looking for something specific. Again, a surprising sound flew in the air. One of the mooks clearly found trouble... And propably the original reason for the lights inside. "Man, two in one deal. Some heroism and bounty catching hehe." He seemed to be right in assuming the girl was the leader, as the dark haired girl started moving towards, whatever the trouble was.
Before actually going inside the warehouse, he spat his old gum out, and put a new one in. Sigh, pear-flavored. He was not that big into fruit flavors in general, but it had to do for now. he had wasted enough gumballs only to fail to trap the beast in a proper fashion.
Welp, here went nothing. It was time to try to go in, and stay out of sight, and still make it behind the girl herself. He looked at the mooks searching through the crates, and saw one of em seemingly already searched. He dove behind it carrying the chew toy in tow and waited for another chance to move.
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Aug 10 2016, 01:37 AM
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"And you aren't getting paid enough." The mook answered Keelo's remark, though the words seemed less like a retort and more... an observation? As though they could relate somehow. Well, regardless of any potentially similar circumstances, the mook had indeed gone for the janitor's face, only for their fist to narrowly go flying over as the opponent ducked down. When they attempted to push back, the mook stepped back in response, just about managing to keep out of the janitor's range. The mook's odd commentary continued. "Seriously, you're a janitor, why would you even- Ugh!" Only for him to then be swept off his feet by the rather unnatural - and thusly unexpected - way in which said janitor moved. The mook's body bounced after hitting the floor, and he rolled, sore as he could be...
But he stopped, as he saw the sole of a familiar shoe.
"Having trouble are we?" Sabine asked, lightly tilting her head down at the man by her feet. The man began to stammer, seeking to absolve himself. "T-they moved so suddenly, I-" "Just pick up the other one, and I will rejoin you once I have care of..." Sabine paused, in a fashion that allowed one to easily imagine her slightly confused expression beneath her mask. "...them, yes," Ensuring that her mook was free to pick up the other, Sabine stepped in, seeking to test her opponent with a quick pair of jabs from the right. She quickly eased into her stance, feet firmly planted, and the rest of her body ready to spring into action as needed.
"Surrender." She ordered, though this was by no means an act of mercy. It was merely convenience - she and her minions had scarcely here more than a few minutes, and the sooner they could get back to that without interruption, the better. If the janitor had to be killed for that, so be it, but if they could simply be restrained for however long to get the job done, then that option was preferable.
The mooks searching the crates were still moving, though visibly debating whether or not to go see just who or what it was their boss was dealing with. By that same token though, they sought to work quickly, getting in quick glances and then quickly moving on, rather than doing an in-depth search of contents each and every time. This approach did give them some speed, and one mook had already fired up the forklift. But rather than bring crates and palettes down to have the contents be searched upon the floor, the mooks were lifted up, then going carefully along the shelving units in place of the floor. It didn't seem to be that they had noticed a certain someone's entrance... Though, with a certain blue squirrel thrashing in their grip, there was the sound of shuffling cloth, which turned at least one head in the direction of the source.
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Aug 10 2016, 01:52 AM
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LP: 15 + 20% (5) ===> LP: 20
These oddly friendly comments made Keelo feel a little bad for advancing against the henchman as she did, maybe even a little compassion for the mook she just took down. What would have happened if his situation in life had been different? It was just a flash in her mind before she swept his leg, but it was definitely something she'd dwell on later.
Upon successfully neutralizing the second mook, all momentum left her body and with nowhere else to go she simply fell on her back. Upon hearing another voice she somewhat awkwardly stumbled to her feet.
After seeing how prepared and commanding she looked, Keelo's stance tightened, her broom to her front ready to block an oncoming attack. As Sabine stepped forward, fear momentarily took hold of her. She had never actually fought a villain before. What lengths would they stoop to as to get rid of her?
With this split second of doubt, Keelo felt one of the jabs Sabine aimed at her right sink in. Keelo let her breath out, her quirk disabled for the moment, giving her opponent a possible edge. Thankfully, this pain helped sober her up and she quickly went back into action the second after the first hit made contact.
Keelo swiftly swept her broom to the side in an attempt to block the second jab that came shortly after its predecessors. She heard a snap as the flimsy wood was pushed against an expert punch and without hesitation she threw the lower half away, as it was just dead weight now.
Jumping back to avoid another hit Keelo made a more closed-off stance, drawing in one last deep breath, she gave a stern shake of her head to let Sabine know she wasn't backing down that easily. With that confirmation that she'd continue, Keelo advanced towards Sabine, her grip on the top-half of a splintered broom tightening as she pretended to fall. Her eyes widened as one foot slipped from behind her, Keelo's body in a fast descent towards the ground, her shades slipped on her face, plummeting to Sabine's feet, and one palm open with both hands out in front of her to catch herself. Keelo must have looked like a fool, and it was perfect.
As her open hand passed Sabine's knee she moved into action. Her open palm went to try and hold Sabine's ankle, not only trying to catch herself but also hopefully keeping her opponent in place for a Precise Strike (-5 LP). If she was successful, she would have used the sharp, broken broom pole and jab it in the back of Sabine's knee. It was perfect for a disabling strike, but the move Keelo was trying to pull off was risky as hell. She'd either succeed and be able to recover in time for her next plan or she'd fall flat on her face right at the heel of the villain that stood before her. It was not a move that Keelo would normally think of, but against an opponent who seemed so calm and with so many mooks at her command she acted rashly.
LP: 20 ===> LP: 15
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Aug 10 2016, 01:58 AM
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Marco was succesfully inside, and it seemed that nobody had noticed him. He was very lucky to have one of the mooks start driving the forklift, so his steps were hidden by the sound of its motor. The one driving it lifted some of the mooks up. Guess they were done with the first level. Marco could easily just go forward without much hassle from them... But his curiosity about what they were exactly looking for got him to check some of the boxes himself.
"this is it?" Marco whispered, as he was outright disappointed by the sight. Most of the stuff seemed, atleast to him, utterly redundant. No wonder they were checking the place out so quickly... However, that also meant, that they mightknow what they are looking for. Wonder if the one inside knew something...
Marco lifted up the special chew toy by its tail. it was trying to struggle the scarf off of itself. it had already made some holes in it with its small claws. *Sssssssssssh...* Marcos forked tongue came out to let out a long lasting hush, to calm it down, or somehow scare it to be silent. Just a little while longer. The alternate would have been for it to become an actual chew toy for Marco.
Sadly, the hush did get the attention of the mook driving the forklift. Marco quickly hid back behind the box. He had spent way too much time on checking things out. Marco tried to quietly sneak forward behind the boxes, progressing towards the room with its door open, as he tried to time his steps with the sound of the ones on the upper level to hide his presence. He held the chew toy as close to him as possible, to somehow muffle the scratching noises more.
Fighting this many people 10 to one would not be a good idea. He had to find a way to get rid of them, or atleast some of them, to make it a fair fight with their boss... but for now, sneaking.
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Aug 12 2016, 03:56 AM
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Beneath her mask, Sabine smirked a little. She had of course set fear into more than a few people now, yet there was always something interesting in each new face's take. Normally Sabine would nor regard herseld as sadistic in that way of things; pleasure was not why she found those faces interesting. Trying to think about what formed the face; trying to think about the person behind the face. The face was a window into the soul was one saying, and in moments like this, Sabine could understand why. This saying was further proven by the shift in the opponent's face after Sabine's fist had struck it once, the fear fading away for a quiet determination. One that didn't waver, even as Sabine's fist broke the flimsy piece of wood they had thought to call a broom.
That same determination carried her away from Sabine's fist as the young villain swung it again, before silently stepping back herself to ensure she wasn't drawn into anything too dangerous too quickly. She recalled her lessons from the gym, drawing back into a steady stance, prepared as much for her opponent to counter as she was for her own next move. When they came again, Sabine was ready... And she had to stifle a laugh when they slipped. Or... maybe it wasn't slipped, but deliberately fell, somehow grabbing a hold on Sabine's ankle from that position, and then stabbing their broken broom into the back of her knee. There came a rare gasp of pain from Sabine, who could only stumble and fall.
Right on top of her opponent.
Her knee, already flexing in response to the point that was driven into it, in turn was driven towards the back of the person that had thought to assault Sabine, seeking to wind them and pin them down. Soon the stranger would realise that around them there was a growing cloud of... blue? It rose quickly, but flowed forcefully down from Sabine's mouth under her mask. From the pocket that mother nature had given her, Sabine drew out a cheap lighter she had bought form a store before this. Swiftly, she turned towards the door, leaping away from her opponent, and out of the cloud of blue gas - of hydrogen - that she had created. She turned the wheel on the lighter, and once a flame had risen, she tossed it back towards the cloud, expecting the familiar fireball with which she had smote so many others.
Then when she looked back towards the open doorway... "...who?" She asked, actually quite confused as she found someone unknown in her sight. Had her Tenants really let someone past without even noticing?!
LP 25-10=15 due to Hydrogen
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Aug 12 2016, 04:58 AM
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LP: 15 + 20% (5) ===> LP: 20
It was a success, sure Keelo was about to find out it was a costly one as Sabine's knee was coming down at her back at an alarming rate, but she took solace in the fact that the stab she delivered would certainly have an impact. It was going to bleed out and possibly lower her opponent's mobility, making the vile woman an easier target.
This confidence momentarily left her body as once again the air was painfully pushed out of her, a knee driving into her back. There would be time for humiliation later, but when that time came she would surely look over that attack with mixed feelings. She got an important hit off, but that left her entire body wide open. She made a pained gasp when the air left her lungs and she knew that was only the beginning.
Opening her eyes, Keelo found blue smoke rising from the ground, but she didn't have the moment to ponder this, breathing in oxygen as soon as there was a pocket of air that wasn't a blue-ish hue, but that didn't last for long as some unseen force brought this mystery gas back down to the ground.
Keelo didn't dare move yet, concentrating on the energy inside of her, it centralized on her core. This energy slowly became visual to anyone who would look inside the cloud that consumed her, a seemingly disembodied orb of white aura. After a moment this ball spread, making a faint outline of Keelo's body, shining through even though her physical form was obstructed by hydrogen. It started to shine brightly and move as Keelo started to stand up.
This light, however, was quickly outshone as the hydrogen ignited.
It started to envelop the janitor and the heat came fast. Sure there may have only been enough to surround just Keelo considering Sabine's level of control over her quirk, but that was enough to put her in the hot seat. Quickly the cheap uniform she wore started to catch on fire in several places and the flames surround her started to trail along the exposed parts of her. She acted without thinking, recalling a time there had been an accident at the house and moving on instinct.
She pushed her feet off the ground, her equilibrium shifting to make the upcoming feat of acrobatics possible. Her legs and lower body flew up high, putting Keelo at a handstand pose. Next, her hands shoved against the floor, lifting herself up in the air, Keelo spun to make herself right side up. She bent her knees as she hit the ground that was still engulfed in flame, forcing the majority of her energy to the soles of her feet, activating Clean Up On Aisle Three (-10 LP).
The energy in her feet blasted out from her at all sides, creating an immediate burst of wind with everything inside being pushed away. The flames yielded at her demand for space; even the ones on her jumpsuit had extinguished in her presence, but she wasn't still while this happened, oh no. As soon as this technique had worked, she lunged forward at her target, arms outstretched as she dove for Sabine, aiming to put the woman in a chokehold.
This wasn't because she saw the gas come from sabine's mouth, because frankly, she didn't. She was just desperate to take this woman down, someone who didn't even think twice about setting someone on fire. Keelo was bruised, burned, and parts of her clothing were charred or ripped, but she was still in this fight and she was going to give it everything she got.
LP: 20 ===> LP: 10
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Aug 12 2016, 01:00 PM
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Marco made clear progress forward, and was surprised about his own stealthiness. Admittedly, the mooks upstairs were making such loud steps, that there was no real trouble at all. even the mook that had seemingly noticed him didn`t pursue. "Pfft, this rat is gonna be a way bigger menace than you guys think." Marco whispered a bit pompously. "Maybe even worse than you "Squincy"." Yup, squincy. one of those mangas the kids were reading had some weird fancy get up people named almost that, and the squirrel itself was so pampered, that it brough them to mind. Marco gave it a bit of a squeeze. It was actually nice and cute when it kept its mouth shut.
Since the door was open, Marco simply stepped inside without really caring if somebody noticed. After all, the room seemed so small that even a blind rat would hear the door creak. What he wasn`t expecting was a smallish fireball erupt, as a girl jumped towards him! The girl was quite young in appearance... way younger than Marco had thought the worker in such a place would be... atleast he thought she was the worker, until she saw a lady in much less fancy clothes, this one way more mature looking then the kid attacking her. she was struggling with the flames, as the kid asked who the handsome stranger intruding on their fight was.
"Marco at your service, girly." he said, tipping his hat and biting on his gum, as he closed the door behind him to not get any other interruptors in. Now that he knew the girl was this young, perhaps "Blowhoe" wasn`t a good nickname for her. also she had to think up one for the other lady "I would much prefer, if you let this woman do her job in pea..." Marco was taken by surprise, as the lady in the back did... something, and blew a strong gust of wind at him and the girl!
Marco quickly stuffed to poor little "squincy" under his right shoulder, as he lifted his left arm in front of himself to block the wind a little bit. The lady was gonna do follow up attack, so marco tried to grab the girl with one hand by the stomach to keep her from moving away.
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Aug 17 2016, 12:43 AM
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What made it extra ridiculous, and quite frankly just a little disconcerting, was the that this wasn't some small mouse that it had snuck its way in. No, this was a bear that somehow snuck past a dozen people without notice. Not even Adelle, who was usually so perceptive of such things, had managed to... Sabine blinked, and paused behind her mask. Where was Adelle? Her face turned in an ever so slight scowl as she realised the answer to her question, even ignoring the otherwise blatant burst of wind from behind her, with carried the heat of an extinguished flame. She ignored it, not even so much because she was angry at this 'Marco' for taking her pet. No, she was angry with herself for letting this happen a second time. Twice, her creature had been captured, and no doubt it would be twice again that the opponent's intent was to use it as leverage against her.
Then an arm wrapped around her neck, and Sabine remembered that there was indeed a fight going on.
Grunting slightly, Sabine jumped up with her legs as the larger yet somehow young man came at her. Still within the grips of the janitor's chokehold, such a jump gave the girl something of a lever motion in a movement, which would likely leave her landing upon the back of the bigger boy, an awkward angle for anyone to assail. It would at least give Sabine the chance to pick out which opponent she actually wanted to fight; somehow, she imagined she'd have better odds against someone who'd already been lit on fire once. Now, the shifts in the sound of the confrontation had drawn further attention, primarily in the form of a large, muscular, redheaded woman that came charging their way.
"Hang on Boss!" They yelled as they leapt up, and drove two feet towards the back of the big man, intending to knock him down to the ground. Sabine meanwhile was trying to do a similar feat in the opposite direction. Having brought herself up, she tried to bring herself back down, swinging slightly to one side in the hopes of throwing her opponent to the floor via fling them over her shoulder. Somehow she doubted it would be that easy, given that trick they had pulled earlier, but she would try at least.
LP 15+5=20 due to regen D stat mook enabled, 1/2
Edited by Jonny, Aug 17 2016, 12:43 AM.
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