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Post by Eliot Whitacre (Vex) on Jul 12, 2012 18:44:04 GMT -6
So. What was it now? 8 or so...summer...sun should be going down about now, yeah? He got up from his nap. He needed some rest every night, since he had... well... late nights sometimes. He geared up. Naked. Thermal underarmor...heh, stretchy. Socks... the grippy kind. Body armor. Had to protect from blows, stabs, and gunshots... Kevlar with nice steel plates on top. It'd stop some things, and he had plenty more. On top of that.. skinny black jeans and a tight red hoodie, with a sweet-ass 'Deadpool' logo on the front. Red Converse hightops, ooh sleek. Fingerless gloves, black ski mask, black snowboarding goggles. Two gun holsters with Glock G17's sitting pretty in 'em. A .44 Marlin 1894 CB and two glinting katanas on his back, bandoleers of ammunition and throwing knives, a dagger strapped to his thigh, and maybe sexiest of all, an extendable and retractable hidden blade. Don't ask, he figured out how to do it while playing Assassin's Creed. Anyway. He ascended up the fire escape and to the top of the building, took a breath, and ran, hopping from asphalt on one building top, over the concrete edge, and tucking and rolling at the right time, keeping the movement going, run run run And slow down.
Scale down
Go down
down the building, into the dark alleyway beneath. Dirt hit his soles and he knew he'd be ready for anything. No gangsters were here yet... they surely would be, this was a dirty neighborhood. He hid in a box in the meantime, watching for any thugs to walk by. He'd scare 'em into telling them where their boss was cooped up... Yeah, for sure. They'd been terrorizing the place too much. If they didn't talk, heads would roll. Or maybe there was more than one hunter about those streets. |
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Post by Evron Glower on Jul 12, 2012 19:56:44 GMT -6
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Post by Eliot Whitacre (Vex) on Jul 13, 2012 17:58:54 GMT -6
Some thug popped out from nowhere. He looked.... thuggish. Denim jacket with ripped sleeves, black shirt with some skull logo, piercings all over 'em, tattoos, and a cute mullet, and some chin hair that made his disgustingly swollen chin look like an old man's... you get the picture.
Well he had to be doing something, right?
So Vex watched as the man crouched down and drew his knife, sharp blade, ready to stab, to pierce. Oh but he'd get another piercing today, ahahaha! Ahem. Anyway. Finally some old lady walked by. AN OLD LADY! And he took her by the arm and pulled her into the alley, covering her mouth.
"Give me your money!" the thug shouted. The old lady stared in shock. "Give me your money or I'll kill you!"
Okay. Time.
Vex popped out of his box, Glock 17 drawn. He took off the safety and cocked it as he moved, 'til he had it pointed at the guy's head. "Let her go."
The old lady didn't take chances. She ran.
"What the fuck?" The dude whispered, clenching his knife. Ready to strike?! Vex slammed the barrel of his pistol down on the guy's head. Dropping the knife, he held his temple as he went fetal. "Who are you? What are you going to do to me?"
"Vex. And... You're gonna tell me where your boss is hiding out. Or your brains are gonna be all over this alley. Splatter."
"...holy shit man, I don't... I don't have a boss! I just needed so--"
Vex put his dagger against the man's throat, backing him up to the wall. He turned the safety back on and holstered his gun. "Tell me now."
"...Please, man, please..."
A slice and a turn. Couldn't have the blood getting on the outfit, that'd be nasty. He let the thug bleed out in the alley and then threw him in a dumpster. Meh.
Unsuccessful, he guessed. He walked some distance away and took off his goggles and ski mask, and put them, along with his guns, swords, and knives, into a carrying bag. He slung it across his back and walked out of the alley and to the right.
And that's when he ran face-first into the government agent.
"Sorry sir, I--"
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Post by Evron Glower on Jul 13, 2012 23:24:50 GMT -6
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Post by Eliot Whitacre (Vex) on Jul 14, 2012 7:22:13 GMT -6
"Haha, I s'pose you're right... kind of dangerous around here."
That wasn't too suspicious was it?
This guy seemed... odd. And intimidating as fuck. Most people weren't that firm. Regardless, it looked like Vex was going to get off without too much trouble. He could surely just play it cool, and the guy would ignore him... what was up with that guy anyway? He seemed so stiff and forceful.
"I should really be off," he said, and started walking the other way. But lo and behold, the old lady he'd saved had not run too far off. Which was kind of a bad thing; he didn't want to be recognized.
Anyway, as Eli turned away from the man, the old lady walked up to him. "You saved my life in there, young man. Thank you. But where did you get a gun?" Hahahaha well shit.
Eli's eyes went wide and the blood drained from his face. "Just... doing my part," he said, faking a calm. He took off at a sprint back down the alley, and immediately started scaling the wall. He put his goggles back on as he did so. It was almost... inhuman how he moved. Like fluid, except flowing up the side of the building. Hopefully the woman was mystified and the other guy had somewhere else to be.
He dove into a dark room on the second floor and unzipped his bag, putting everything back on. Guess he'd return home by rooftops again. He needed to get to the top of the building first--he'd use an inside staircase. So he opened the door from the dark room to the hallway outside.
He'd make it, probably... that is, if the weird guy who'd stopped him didn't open the back door to the building he was in and go up a single flight of stairs. If he did, he'd be standing riiiiiiiight in front of the door as Eli opened it.
...that'd suck.
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Post by Evron Glower on Jul 14, 2012 18:31:39 GMT -6
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Post by Eliot Whitacre (Vex) on Jul 14, 2012 18:38:20 GMT -6
Ahaha, so, he... did.
"AAAAAh holy bejeezus dude, put the fucking gun away!"
He screamed that out, shocked that the guy was there. Some kinda fuckin' teleporter or something. How'd he gotten from the street to there so fast? And why did he follow--well I mean there was a good reason, he supposed.
Anyway, he didn't like how he walked. Didn't trust him.
Fucking guns, man.
In his shock, he sprang backwards. He landed on the balls of his feet and, absorbing the impact, put some of the force into his kick. His foot would connect with a major tendon in the guy's arm if all went well, loosing his grip on the gun. And if it didn't, hey--either way, the kick was a bit of a distraction from the fact that Vex drew his own gun, and aimed it straight at the guy.
"Who the fuck are you?"
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Post by Evron Glower on Jul 15, 2012 16:03:12 GMT -6
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Post by Eliot Whitacre (Vex) on Jul 15, 2012 17:36:03 GMT -6
Well the gun thing had certainly worked. Funny, he totally could've died right there.
...he couldn't put himself at risk like this. Even if his parents were long gone, there were people that cared about him. Delilah... she'd be devastated if he turned up dead.
The guy was certainly shocked. His hands had raised automatically, a sign that he realized he was completely fucked and had no way to defend himself. Well, unless he intentionally did it... but due to the genuine surprise he'd had at his gun flying out of his hands, it was doubtful.
Hold up. What did he say?
Vex stared at him as he talked. Mutant. Home Base. Cheating.
He kept staring at him after he was done.
Staring, trying to figure out if it was some clever ruse. Talk up a storm and wait until his guard was down. Didn't this guy know that wouldn't work on a guy dressed up like Deadpool? Ah, he probably didn't even know Deadpool... old... fucker.
Ohhhhh. Mutants. Like... X-men and shit. Was it some X-men joke? No. This guy wasn't joking.
"Mutant," he said, letting the word out with a stifled laugh, "Like. Like wait, you think mutants are real, and that I am one?" He laughed aloud now. "What... the fuck. I mean that's a major compliment I guess. So as for greetings, my name's Vex. But I know you're trying to get my guard down by... saying stupid shit. So I'm not lowering my gun until I get some... answers."
He thought about kicking the guy in the pants, but... then again, he seemed calm. He seemed smart enough not to run or attack. He didn't need to be treated like shit. Besides, he was wearing a nice suit, and Vex respected that.
"Who the fuck are you? Who are you working for? And explain this mutant shit, or... this hallway gets a new coat of paint. I'm not tolerating you goddamn thugs terrorizing MY city anymore."
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Post by Evron Glower on Jul 16, 2012 17:54:22 GMT -6
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Post by Eliot Whitacre (Vex) on Jul 16, 2012 18:40:31 GMT -6
A smoke. He wanted a smoke. And he was so calm, not even worried in the least that he could die. Maybe he thought Vex hadn't ever killed anyone, but regardless... he wasn't putting up a fight. He was being intelligent and rational about this.
...So he wasn't that threatening.
He was willing to answer questions. And he already did.
Vex turned the safety on and lowered his gun, though he kept it in his right hand, at his side. He relaxed.
"Oh. So... Doe. Explain to me, the government is--oh, you can smoke." He smiled. He didn't smoke, but the guy surely had the right to. How did the guy know he wasn't a mutant, then? Vex still didn't trust him... "So you guys are capturing these mutants. I mean I tend to trust the government, though I don't think it's doing enough--but why do these mutants need to be taken back to... home base?"
He called it home base, right?
Eh, anyway. Vex watched Doe as he rolled the cigarette around in his mouth. Should he trust Doe? This could all still be a clever little game, a way to get Vex's guard down. Convince him of trust and then beat him to a pulp. Doe didn't even cast a sideways glance at his gun, where it had gone. He'd react slowly, and perhaps he knew that.
Vex was convinced he could overtake the guy, even if his guard was briefly let down. He knew enough about fighting--it was pretty likely he could tell if Doe started to even THINK about attacking. Muscles tense up and release... eyes dilate... facial skin stretches. There were certain tells.
He... trusted the guy. But the trust could be quickly broken.
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Post by Evron Glower on Jul 18, 2012 23:06:48 GMT -6
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Post by Eliot Whitacre (Vex) on Jul 19, 2012 18:52:44 GMT -6
What stupid bullshit.
Dude's talkin' about mutants. Like they're real.
Vex didn't like it, not one bit. Vex was fixin' to shoot this guy in the leg.
"Your name's not Doe," Vex started, "but I guess the rest could be true. If mutants are real, the government's gonna want to know when they get their powers, and what those powers are."
He holstered his gun. Retractable knife was still definitely an option.
"And I'm sure that's all you do. Say you get some kid who can, say... go nuclear, or control electricity, or wind, or somethin'. You're telling me you guys wouldn't use that kid for some kinda power plant? And say there's some guy who's basically a born killer. You're not gonna chain him up in a little room? Bullshit."
He pointed at the guy, then down. A forceful sort of accusatory gesture.
"Unless these mutants are actively hurting people, I don't see a reason why you guys should get away with this. If they are? Shit, I'll help you."
He looked a little bit frustrated. What was he feeling?
Oh. He said most of it. He stared at this agent guy, and wondered what this 'side project' really was. He wondered if he was going to die for having this knowledge. He wondered if the agent still suspected him as a mutant. He wondered if this whole thing was some contrived bullshit, just a way for this guy to get out of an untimely death.
Vex didn't really know why he needed to be killed, anyway. Probably just some undercover cop.
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Evron Glower
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Post by Evron Glower on Jul 23, 2012 12:38:36 GMT -6
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Post by Eliot Whitacre (Vex) on Jul 23, 2012 19:25:21 GMT -6
Huh.
"Huh."
(He was not a very complicated man.)
"Well... I mean." He popped his neck, "Things do always seem a little bit easier physically. But I think it's more 'cause I was so trained..." He felt like he'd started to wander off. "If you guys need help, then, yeah... sure. I'd love to help stop them if they're hurting people..."
He started thinking, and took off his goggles to look this man straight in the eye.
"Say. Did you have a target today? Maybe... I could help. Now."
He smiled, though beneath his black mask, in the black room, Glower wouldn't be able to tell. He wanted to stop crime, and it seemed these guys went right along with that, though their criminals seemed more... powerful than the others, the thugs he normally dealt with. Maybe these guys were the mob bosses themselves; it'd be funny if the hammerhead gang was lead by some mutant shark-headed man, for instance.
This was going to be fun.
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