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Post by Azazel Moloch on Nov 11, 2013 1:20:10 GMT -5
Azazel and Alexandria arrived on Earth in search of Silitha, this place seemed more peaceful then Omega did. Leaving the shuttle, Azazel takes Alexandria’s hand in hers and begins walking through the crowd of people. Azazel made sure to have a tight grip on Alexandria’s hand, she didn’t want to lose her in the crowd. The amount of people here was surprising to her; everything was so new and exciting. It was going to take a very long time to search everywhere for Silitha.
”Azazel where are we going to go first? I don’t want to just go to some hotel room and go to sleep right now. Everyone looks so busy, can we go look around Azazel? Can we please? Come on lets go look around until we can’t look around anymore.”
“We are going to go find a place to stay first then we can have a look around Alexandria. We are going to be here for a long time, Silitha could be anywhere on this planet and I don’t know where to start looking. It is going to take longer than it did on Omega. Now don’t let go of my hand you got it, you would get lost.”
Alexandria gave Azazel a big smile and nodded, Azazel could feel the small child’s grip tighten around her hand. The duo finally broke free from the crowd of people, everything that Azazel was looking at. The buildings the boxes that people were riding around in, even the people were new and exciting to her. She looked down at Alexandria and could see the excitement in the child’s eyes. She was going to have to keep an eye on her otherwise she was more than likely to get lost in this place. God forbid she would have to also look for Alexandria while at the same time looking for Silitha. Gripping the pendants that hung around her neck. It was the only thing piece of Silitha that she had access to.
“Come on Azazel lets find some place to stay then we can go explore this gigantic city. Let’s get this over with I want to go look around. I want to see everything that this city has to offer.” Alexandria said smiling up at Azazel
“We will be leaving shortly Alexandria, just calm down, I know that you want to go look around at everything. We need to take things slow at first; we can’t get too far ahead of ourselves. I need to make sure that I look everywhere for Silitha. I need to find her.”
“I know Azazel and we are going to find her, you don’t need to worry about that. She has to be around here somewhere, just look at how many people there are. She is bound to be one of them I would think.”
Azazel could do nothing but smile at the child, her innocence and assurance that Silitha was here was comforting to Azazel. It was a good thing that she found the small child that day hiding in the corner of the room. There bond has only gotten stronger, and it will continue to do so as long as the two remain together.
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Post by Ohkara Minamaru on Nov 12, 2013 22:10:58 GMT -5
"You have had enough!"
The shout came from the door of a tavern, three large men hauling a rather scruffy-looking one out the door. Messy black hair, matching beard, and a pair of tattered black pants, which green embroidered flames crawled up each leg. His skin horribly tanned, and covered in thick scars, some newer than others, some still bleeding. Needless to say, he looked like a bum, the notorious Bear.
"Don't you tell me when I've had enough!" he shouted, wriggling under their grasp. It was obvious that he'd put up a fight, but the way that the men held him. Two held back his arms, sweat dripping from their faces as if they'd ran a marathon. The one at his feet was in much worse condition, his left eye blackened, blood and sweat dripping from his face. Perhaps he'd gotten into a bar fight.
The three men swung him, tossing him into the busy street. Turning their backs, the three would dust themselves off, and head back into the bar, leaving Bear in the middle of the road. Standing, he too would dust himself off, turning towards the door of the tavern, an angry glare carried on his face.
HONK! HONK!! HOOOOOOOOONK!!! ~SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
The sound of a car as it barreled towards Bear, full speed, skidding across the pavement. Turning, the man would face it, anchoring himself to the ground, stance of a football player. As the car came closer and closer, he took a deep breath, tossing everything but the task at hand from his mind. And as the car collided, the sounds that followed would burn itself into any witnesses brain.
THWAP!
Bear's bare hands smashed against the hood, ripping the grill of the car to shreds, hands actually going through the front end of the vehicle. His feet skidded slowly, indenting the pavement with two long lines as the car pushed him along. A snarl on his face, he would push one foot forward, then the other, slowing the car, until it finally came to a stop. Arms ripping themselves out of the front end, he would raise a hand to the sky, the huge crowd who gathered around him in total awe.
As the man who drove the car exited, he proceeded to curse Bear, exclaiming that his car was not ruined. A sly smirk, taking the same stance as he did to catch the car, his hands reentered the holes he'd made. Grabbing the frame, the car rose from the ground, Bear grunting against the weight. Turning, car in hand, he would toss it into the side of the bar.
As the automobile hit the brick wall, it ripped the building apart, roof caving in atop the chaos inside. Turning, Bear would simply laugh and push back into the crowd, who stared with horror. What had just happened?
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Post by Carmen on Nov 13, 2013 0:11:37 GMT -5
Since the Shuttles had been installed between the Earth, the Moon, Namek and Alpha Prime space travel was much more common than it had once been. As history had already proven transportation systems create economic growth, all kinds of shops and restaurants sprouting up around the station that was located in Central City. With shuttles coming in at various times of the day there was almost never a time in which the city was quiet. Carmen had stopped at one of these little shops on her walk near the station. Originally she had planned on just passing through the city, but once she had seen how many different foods and drinks the metropolis had to offer she had become quite distracted.
At the moment she was eating soft little balls of dough with salt sprinkled over them. The man behind the counter had said they were “pretzel bites.” Never having tasted anything like them before she was already on her second bag of them and whether he was lying about the name or not they sure were delicious. Humming to herself as she chews, the human looking Makaio steps out onto the cross walk when she hears a commotion behind her. Still in the middle of the street she turns towards the commotion, watching a shirtless man being carried from a tavern. Shouting the man was then tossed right into the street.
Popping another pretzel bite into her mouth she smiles some, ohhh dinner and a show. To her disappointment the scar covered man does not throw himself back in the bar at those that had just tossed him on the pavement, but instead turns to the honking car that was quickly closing in on him. Never having seen a man get hit by a car before she watches, wondering what he might look like flying up in the air after the collision or perhaps he might just get run over. What happened next was even more entertaining than either of those two possibilities, the girl eating another of her pretzels as she watches.
The scraggly looking man didn’t even attempt to move; instead he just planted his feet and slammed his hands into the car. The entertainment didn’t stop there though as the driver climbed from his car to yell at the man who had just ruined the vehicle with his bare hands…not a smart decision in her book. As predicted it only made things worse for the driver as the man lifted his car up into the air before tossing it into the bar he had been thrown from. Gasping a little she watch as people scattered and others just stare in awe. Using the distraction the one man wrecking crew started to disappear into the crowd. Having finally found someone interesting the pink hair girls runs after him.
”Hey! Wait up mister!”
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Post by Azazel Moloch on Nov 13, 2013 13:01:11 GMT -5
Azazel and Alexandria were walking down the street, when the two of them heard some commotion coming from a bar across the street. Suddenly a man was thrown out of the bar slamming into the street. It was Alexandria who stopped to see what was going on. Azazel tried to just ignore it and move on, but Alexandria wouldn’t budge.
“Hold on Azazel let’s see what is going on.”
Not wanting to start an argument with Alexandria, Azazel turned her attention to the man that ly in the middle of the street. When the man finally got back to his feet, there were several honking noises as an oncoming car slammed into the man. But the man was able to slam his hands into the car causing two identical holes. Azazel watched as the man began to be pushed by the car indenting the pavement with his feet. Eventually the car came to a complete stop, the man unscathed, but the driver was ferious with him. Getting out of the car Azazel could clearly see anger on the drivers face, as he began to yell at the man who just ruined his car. Azazel just shook her head, grabbed Alexandria’s arm and started to walk away.
“Awwww Azazel why aren’t we staying to see what happens next? IS that man going to get in trouble?”
“ I believe so yes, he shouldn’t have done that to that man’s car. It was his fault for getting thrown out in the middle of the road. There is no reason to see what happens, you should already know. He is going to get in trouble…..”
Before Azazel could finish talking to Alexandria, she heard a loud crash come from behind her, along with people screaming. Turning around Azazel was horrified to see what had happened. It appeared that the man who got hit threw the car into the bar that he was thrown out of. The roof had collapsed no doubt trapping people inside. She watched as people began frantically clearing rubble to try to save people trapped. She couldn’t understand why that man would do something like that. All of those lives he just ended or put in danger. Maybe Frigid and the man in black were right those weeks ago. There are just people out there who do evil/violent things just cause.
Looking down at Alexandria, she could see the horror in her eyes. The simple innocence of wanting to see someone get in trouble quickly turned to fear. “Alexandria you listen to me, I want you to go find some place to hind. I am going to find that man, he isn’t going to get away with doing something like that. I want you to hide and don’t come out until you hear my voice, you understand?”
She could see that the little girl wanted to stay by her side, but she knew better than that. Quickly Alexandria ran in the opposite direction, trying to find a place to hide. Turning around Azazel would make her way over to the man who had started all of this chaos. He wasn’t hard to find, since his physical features were different from the group that gathered, as well as the fact his power signature was higher than anyone else around him. Landing outside the crowd she would wait till he made his way through. Azazel made sure that the man would see her when he emerged through the crowd again.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 13, 2013 15:14:09 GMT -5
Two days. Only two days left until her circus opened for the first time. Flyers were being hung around town, tickets being sold by the dozen. Even now, her more public-friendly carnies were walking the streets, passing out flyers. Giving a small taste of what was to come. Adrien herself was supposed to be doing the same thing, but had grown tired of it quickly, even more so when Violence had appeared behind her.
What are you doing here?
Adrien sighed, drawing up her hood. It was always troublesome when they spoke to her in public. Did they not understand that talking to them was much easier in private. Of course they do. They just don't care. "What does it look like I'm doing?" she whispered back, abandoning a pile of the flyers on a coffee shop table. She could practically feel the scowl boring into her back. Violence wasn't one for sarcasm. Or small talk. Or teasing. Or, well, rarely anything.
You're needed else where.
"Oh? And just where would that be?" she hissed, keeping her voice low as she walked along the sidewalk. Humans passed her, not once giving her more than a glance. She was dressed in her usual fashion. A blood-red corset over a black tank top, the hood connected. Black shorts and black over the knee boots finished her odd outfit. A few man leered as they passed, some girls grinned at her shoes. Other than that though, nothing. Just the way she liked it. She could feel Violence behind her, a large, driving force. No one else could though. Not feel him, not see him. But then again, he was all in her head.
Just keep walking. A little faster.
She sighed, but did so. It was useless to argue with them, Violence especially. Aside from the fact that she would essentially be arguing with herself, the man was too stubborn to tell her anything. So, she walked faster down the street. Until she came across a bar. Violence stopped, and so did she. At first, nothing seemed amiss. Then, suddenly, four men emerged from the bar. Three large men were struggling to hold the last one. With a couple yells and grunts, they tossed him out on the street before walking back inside. Adrien raised a brow. The man was, well, a mess. Wild hair, wild eyes, and scars covering him head to toe. Not that she was repulsed by scars, of course. She was rather fond of making them herself. A loud horn from a car caused her attention to drift a little farther down the street, a car speeding toward the man. Her lips curved up into a smile. This would be interesting. But, instead of running out of the street, the man stood there, bracing himself. Just how much has he had to drink?
Watch...
The car speed toward him, too close to swerve out of the way. But instead of it hitting him and the man flying under or over the car, a strange thing happened. The car stopped, but only because the drunk in the road had stopped it. There he stood, having not moved and inch back, two large holes in the front of the car where his hands were now inside. The driver jumped out, yelling curses at the man. Adrien's lips began to twist into a chilling smile. This was just far too entertaining.
With little warning, the man placed his hands back inside the holes, lifted the car, and tossed it into the bar he had just been removed from. The crowd shrieked, as the car went through the building, caving in part of it. It would be a miracle if no one died. People ran back, desperate to get away from the mad man as he stalked through the crowd. People were screaming, crying out. And Adrien....
Adrien was laughing.
She couldn't help it. She, the person who usually directed a chaotic beauty of a show, was being fully entertained. in a way that she had not been since leaving Nor. She even heard Violence give a small chuckle.
"That...that was very entertaining," she remarked, calming down.
Who said it was done?
With a grin, Adrien moved silently through the crowd, following the man at a distance. Oh, the show truly had just begun.
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Post by Ohkara Minamaru on Nov 13, 2013 16:41:34 GMT -5
What the man had just done was done in much of a drunken stupor. As he pushed through the crowd, he stumbled a bit, having a hard time staying on his feet. Grasping at the small gourd canteen at his side, he would raise it to his mouth, taking a large swig of the whiskey inside. Oh, what a good day to be alive. As if forgetting the mess he'd just caused, a smiled was plastered on his face.
"Hey! Wait up, Mister!" The voice of a girl shouted out from behind him, causing him to turn. Losing his footing on his spin, he would fall backwards, right towards the lady behind him. Unbeknownst to him, that lady was Azazel.
Head connecting hard against the ground, his eyes would flutter, a tiny stream of blood causing a small pool of blood under his head. Though unknown to him if he connected with the girl he fell towards, his eyes would open and he would roll to the side, hand grabbing hard at the back of his skull, "Son'ofa'bitch! Watch where you're going!" he grunted, though the fall had been his own fault.
Sitting up, his eyes gazing towards the pink-haired girl, he'd raise a brow, "The hell do you want, kid?" Clueless to the fact that Azazel was waiting for him, he assumed the only one he'd need to worry about was the kid whom called out for him. Perhaps she wanted his whiskey, after all, aged to perfection, the golden-brown liquid was worth quite the pretty penny to connoisseurs like him. Grabbing the canteen that hung at his waist he would hug it to his chest like a child with a toy they didn't want to share. It was all his.
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Post by Carmen on Nov 13, 2013 21:54:14 GMT -5
Unlike Bear the thin Makaio did not have to push her way through the crowd. Gracefully she twisted and weaved her way about the various people as she pursued the stumbling man. A larger woman in the crowd seemed to trip on another’s foot causing her to fall towards Carmen. Not wanting any part of being crushed under the woman or even being touched by her she twists to the side before executing a spin to get out of the way. Smiling some at the fun little game of dodging people she skips past another, all the while munching on her pretzels, the deceivingly powerful girl not missing a beat. When she finally came out of the crowd she saw him on the ground, a small spot of blood next to him as he called out to her.
His gruff tone and the way he clutched his canteen to his chest had her raising an eyebrow just like him. Popping another pretzel bite in her mouth she just smiles, hoping to disarm his unease at the fact she had followed him. Stepping closer she barely even noticed the woman standing behind him in the dress, thinking her just another person in the crowd. Carmen could sense others power signatures with ease, but only if she was actually focusing on it and at the moment she was only concerned with the drunk laying on the ground.
”What you did with that car was amazing! Almost everyone I have met in this city is boring and weak, but you threw that car like it was nothing. We should find more to smash up.” Grinning now she steps up in front of him, looking down at him. Not so familiar with the world the female found entertainment in whatever she thought interesting; regardless of the effects or consequences it had for others. When he had thrown the car into the building the thought that others could have been injured or even killed hadn’t really occurred to her. All she was really thinking about was the sound of the car crumpling as his hands crushed into it and the destruction that had followed its collision with the building. From her viewpoint it had been quite entertaining and she wanted more.
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Post by Azazel Moloch on Nov 14, 2013 20:32:54 GMT -5
Azazel stood waiting for the man to appear from the crowd, she wasn’t going to let him get away from what he had done. There was no reason to cause harm to anyone in that bar, it was his own damn fault for getting too drunk, he had to be thrown out of. All those unnecessary injuries was all that Azazel could think about. She wanted to know what would cause the man to do such a thing. What went through his head where throwing the car was a good idea. Finally the no shirt man covered in scars it would seem, stumbled his way out of the crowd.
“Great he is still intoxicated and appears to still be drinking. I have seen the same affects in other people but none of them decided to throw a car into a building. This drunken buffoon is just walking away like nothing even happened. Like he didn’t cause any pain to anyone, I wonder if he even knows what he did.”
Azazel took one step forward, but stopped as a voice came from the crowd, calling for the man. The demoness, stopped and waited to see who it was. Watching as the drunk spun around only to fall to the ground, hitting his head. Closing her eyes, shaking her head, she looked back to see a pink haired girl standing in front of the man, appearing to be eating something.. Azazel stood there waiting for the man to turn back around and address her, but that never came. She couldn’t hear what the pink haired female was saying. All she could make out was “Find more to smash up”. Azazel couldn’t believe what she was hearing, did this girl really just want to go smash more things.
Letting her black aura flare “If you two are done talking I think there is something more important to be discussing. I don’t know who you are but do you even know what you have just done you drunken buffoon? You just put lives of innocent people in danger because someone was yelling at you for something that you did. What is wrong with you?” Azazel said continuing to let her aura flare, while taking a few steps towards the two.
(Sorry its so short)
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Post by Deleted on Nov 21, 2013 12:01:51 GMT -5
The whoop whoop of sirens cut through the air, the crowd still standing around the bar the man had destroyed. Many had their phones out, video taping the destruction, as humans seemed to be fond to do. Adrien slipped through them, not too worried about being caught on one of their cameras. Her hood covered her face; and while her clothes weren't typical for humans, she had seen far more extreme things. She stopped at the fringe of the crowd, watching. No one dared approach the man, all of them too terrified if the drunken man who was able to toss a car through a building made of bricks. There was a big bad wolf joke in there somewhere, she was sure. Though, the man didn't strike her as a wolf. He was too gruff.
A girl ran over to him, all excited. It was hard to hear exactly what was being said, but the man turned and stumbled, clutching a flask to his chest like it was the holy grail. She moved in closer, tip toeing around the small audience that had gathered. It was then she saw another woman standing behind the man. She seemed to be glaring down at him, angry at what he did. This was quite interesting. The other girl was excited and by the sound of it, wanted to continue on the path of destruction. Adrien grinned. She liked this girl. The older one didn't seem to find it as charming as Adrien did. A black aura flared from her and Adrien felt power brush across her skin. The woman was very powerful, impressively so. But, no one could bull shit like Adrien. As the woman scolded the man and child, she stepped forward, crossing her arms over her chest.
"Oh come now, don't you think you're over reacting just a bit?" she asked, raising a brow. Green eyes peered at the woman from under her hood as she moved closer, going to stand between the woman and the girl.
"No one died, so there really isn't much to fuss about. What's a couple of scrapes and near-fatal injuries? I don't really see the big deal," she added, shrugging a shoulder. She turned toward the man on the ground, lips curled up into a chilling smile.
"Not saying that it wasn't a good effort. Showy, attention-getting, destructive... C'est magnifique," she commented with a purr. Maybe it was time to rethink her no humans rule. They did some impressive things. First the three men with her impromptu contest, now this man. And the girl was just a doll. What else could these humans do? She was quite excited to find out. Quietly, she extended a hand to the man on the ground, a hand to help him stand. If the drunk wasn't intoxicated enough to.
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Post by Ohkara Minamaru on Nov 21, 2013 15:24:33 GMT -5
”What you did with that car was amazing! Almost everyone I have met in this city is boring and weak, but you threw that car like it was nothing. We should find more to smash up.”
The girls response confused Bear, his head cocking to the side like a clueless dog. He had never gotten such a response from his actions; especially an action so barbaric as tossing a car through a wall.
Black aura flared up from behind Bear, causing his unruly hair to flail wildly, and catching him off guard. Turning, he would see the women who he'd almost fallen into, an angry snarl on her face.
“If you two are done talking I think there is something more important to be discussing. I don’t know who you are but do you even know what you have just done you drunken buffoon? You just put lives of innocent people in danger because someone was yelling at you for something that you did. What is wrong with you?”
Bear's brain was slowly lagging behind due to his intoxication. He watched as the women took a step forward, turning back to the pink-haired girl. A "What the hell is going on"-kind of look on his face, he released his flask, letting it return to his side.
A third girl stepped out from the crowd, wearing a hooded cloak, "Oh come now, don't you think you're over reacting just a bit? No one died, so there really isn't much to fuss about. What's a couple of scrapes and near-fatal injuries? I don't really see the big deal. Not saying that it wasn't a good effort. Showy, attention-getting, destructive... C'est magnifique." Was she defending him? Offering a hand, Bear grasped it tightly, standing on his wobbly feet.
Dusting his pants off, his eyes scanned the three girls, his brain desperate to catch up. Maybe taking a break from drinking might be a good idea... At least for a day or so.
"Hold on here..." He finally managed to find his voice, an index finger raised to the sky, "What exactly is going on? First one of you asks if I want to smash things up. Then one of you bitches at me for whatever it was that I did. Then one of you defends my actions? Is this a good-cop bad-cop distraction routine? Am I under arrest?"
While none of the girls looked like cops, there was something about them that Bear could feel. Each had to be strong, and chances were that they could fight. As the enraged one had shown, there was power behind her. No, this was no show-boaty cop moves. These girls were acting only on their own.
"How about we all take a step back here," taking a deep breath, Bear actually also took a step back, "I am sure I could explain myself for my actions, but I see no point in it. You saw what you saw, and that is it. What is done is done, and honestly, there is nothing you can do about it." Though his words might come off as arrogance, such was not the motive behind them. He was simply speaking from fact.
"And from the two people I have backing me right now, I can safely say that it is three to one," looking to the two others, he gave a light smile, "Correct me if I am wrong."
His eyes shot back to the girl with the black aura, and he did his best to give a light smile, "Now, that being said, I don't want any trouble. Perhaps we can move this little pow-wow to somewhere else. I wont be getting arrested today."
Turning, Bear would head further into the city, leaving the chaos he'd caused behind him, not stopping until the sounds of the sirens disappeared, or of course, he was stopped. Whether any of the girls followed was not a concern.
(Horrible post. My apologies.)
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Post by Carmen on Nov 22, 2013 0:02:28 GMT -5
Still looking down at the scar covered man Carmen was about to speak again when a surge of power comes from the female standing behind him. Her attention drawn from the prone fellow, she wasn’t sure how to react to this stranger’s words. What innocent people had been put at risk? The ones that had forcefully thrown the man from the bar or the drunkards inside? As far as the gunslinger could tell there were no truly innocent people in this world.
Having finished with her last pretzel bite moments ago the human looking Makaio crumbles the bag and tosses it aside. Carmen was never one to think of consequences, hence why she had found this man’s actions so entertaining. Such a mentality could get her into trouble though, the response forming in her mind one that might offend the powerful female across from her. Able to read the girls power quite accurately she was well aware that she was outmatched, but that wouldn’t stop her from snapping at the interrupting female. However, a second woman stepping in front of her cuts off the retort she had planned before it even starts.
Pausing for a moment as she looks over this new comer, the pale female’s hair a beautiful crimson, quite darker then Carmen’s own pink hair. Today was proving to be quite an interesting day so far, full of unique individuals. Despite this one’s slightly exotic look she seemed rather level headed as she first helps the drunken man to his feet then attempts to diffuse the whole situation. Some of the words that were used the Makaio did not understand, but the main point of the message was for the powerful female to calm down. Moving up close to woman, standing slightly behind her and to the side Carmen glares over at the one with the black aura. Even as she stands casually behind the calm female the Makaio was more than ready to draw the two pistols sitting above her slender hips.
As the only man of the group finally spoke, the situation seeming to sober him up a little as his words were not slurred like Carmen expected them to be. Grinning some in response to his smile she couldn’t agree more with his words, three against one is indeed what it seemed like. The one with the black aura was powerful, but the three of them would most likely be able to handle her if need be. Strangely enough, just after announcing how lopsided the fight would be, the man takes off, heading back into the city. Looking to the girl with the hood, Carmen’s confusion was genuine.
”Ummm…wasn’t it suppose to be three on one?”
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Post by Azazel Moloch on Nov 22, 2013 21:49:58 GMT -5
Azazel stood her ground waiting for the drunk man to answer her simple question. But maybe the man was too intoxicated to answer. None the less he was going to pay for what he had done to that building and to the people inside. There was no telling who was in there, just like there is no telling right now if anyone was hurt or killed. Out of the crowd another women stepped forward, Azazel couldn’t get a good look at her with the hood covering it.
"Oh come now, don't you think you're over reacting just a bit?" she asked, raising a brow. Green eyes peered at the woman from under her hood as she moved closer, going to stand between the woman and the girl. "No one died, so there really isn't much to fuss about. What's a couple of scrapes and near-fatal injuries? I don't really see the big deal," she added, shrugging a shoulder. She turned toward the man on the ground, lips curled up into a chilling smile. "Not saying that it wasn't a good effort. Showy, attention-getting, destructive... C'est magnifique,"
Azazel couldn’t believe what this random stranger had just said. How would she even know if anyone had died or not, she wasn’t in that building when the roof was coming down. The two people that had come to this man’s aid it seemed to think what he did was enjoyable. How could someone think what that man did was good? This stranger couldn’t see a big deal with what that drunkard had done. Maybe this girl was drunk as well and didn’t fully see what was happening around them. Or maybe she just doesn’t fully understand the situation. Either way Neither her of the other women were going to help that man, he was going to pay for what he did.
“Are the two of you really going to stand there and defend this man for what he has done? For all we know this man has just killed people! Why he did this I have no clue, there was no good reason for this. This senseless destruction just because you got yourself thrown out of there.”
The man spoke "What exactly is going on? First one of you asks if I want to smash things up. Then one of you bitches at me for whatever it was that I did. Then one of you defends my actions? Is this a good-cop bad-cop distraction routine? Am I under arrest? "I am sure I could explain myself for my actions, but I see no point in it. You saw what you saw, and that is it. What is done is done, and honestly, there is nothing you can do about it. "And from the two people I have backing me right now, I can safely say that it is three to one,”
Azazel was going to address the man’s statement but he seemed to turn and begin to walk into the crowd, trying to get away. It didn’t matter to Azazel that it was 3 vs 1, she knew she was clearly outnumbered, but that still wasn’t going to stop her from making sure he didn’t leave. She head sirens off in the distance, maybe that was why the man was leaving. If that was the case then Azazel was going to make sure that he stayed around a little while longer. She heard the pink haired female speak, but choose to ignore her. Anyone that would think what he did was good wasn’t worth her time.
“You aren’t going to be going anywhere; you need to pay for what you have caused.”
Lifting off of the ground, Azazel would quickly fly in an arc over the two females that came to his aid. Making sure to land only a few feet in front of the man. He was going to walk right into her and she was going to make sure he stayed there. If he tried to sidestep out of the way Azazel would move in the same direction. Making sure he didn’t get around her, even if the man tried to run. Azazel would catch him, she knew she was stronger than this man. There was no way he was going to be leaving this area, at least not anytime soon. If those two females got into the way, then they would be taken care of when the time came.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 4, 2013 14:42:26 GMT -5
It seems like things were beginning to escalate quite quickly at this rate. The woman was getting to be quite pissed. Apparently, she did't believe that things were quite as hunky dory as the rest of them did. I mean really... Even Earth's police force hasn't come looking for him. You'd think this woman would see that means things aren't as bad as she thinks. Adrien sighed. She had really not wanted to get into a fight today. She was completely healed from the fight, her wounds having closed days ago. But, this woman was stronger than her, she was not shy about hiding that fact. Adrien doubted the girl next to her was very powerful compared to the woman. And the man, well, after a few parting words he was walking away.
”Ummm…wasn’t it suppose to be three on one?"
Adrien sighed and shook her head. "what mess have you gotten me into now?" she muttered under her breath. She could hear Violence chuckle.
You did say you wanted to have some fun. I think this is the perfect example of it.
He would. A scowl settled over her face. She seemed to do that a lot lately. Earth and it's inhabitants were proving to be much more troublesome than she was first led to believe. "Come on." With that, she walked after the man. No use in walking away. Violence would make sure she returned anyway. He may be her favorite out of them all, but he was incredibly demanding. And stubborn. She followed after the man, seeing the woman land right in front of him. Even as they moved away, no one followed them. There were no cries for the police. No shouts for them to halt. Either the damage was less than she believed, or the police force on Earth wasn't going to try and stop him. Why though? Were these people so lax on their crimes? Or were the police simply not equipped to handle a man like him and weren't even going to try? Or maybe the woman so intent on making the man pay was police. She didn't look like it. But then again, Adrien didn't look like a killer with the highest body count in Nor with an interplanetary law enforcement out for her head.
"What are you planning to do with him anyway?" she asked the woman, "Make him stand trial for his crimes? Hand him over to the uncaring police? Or maybe you'll just kill him?"
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Post by Ohkara Minamaru on Dec 4, 2013 22:34:45 GMT -5
As Bear started to storm off, the girl with the flaring aura stopped directly in front of him. Stopping dead in his tracks, Bear let out a long, annoyed sigh. Though intoxicated, his response-time was remarkable, in complete contrast to the way a normal person would react to alcohol. Taking a step back, he would raise his flask to his mouth, finishing off the sweet-brown liquid inside. As his left hand placed the silver-canteen into his pocket, his right raised to his mouth, covering a hardy, intoxicating belch.
Letting out a chuckle, he would cock his head to the side, "If it is a fight you want, you wont be getting it from me," though his words were staggered, they came out fluid enough for anyone to understand. Alcohol didn't affect him as it would normal humans. There was something inside him which processed the drug in a much different way. As the drug entered his bloodstream, it would first increase his fluidity. Secondly, it would numb his mind, letting him act and react without much thought. Thirdly, it would help mask his movements, and increase his flexibility. There was a point where the alcohol would begin slowing and dumbing him down, but he was still far from that.
Opening his mouth to speak, he was silenced by the redhead in a cloak, "What are you planning to do with him anyway? Make him stand trial for his crimes? Hand him over to the uncaring police? Or maybe you'll just kill him?" It seemed that for some reason, this girl was concerned of Bear's outcome. Perhaps there was a hidden motive in that, or maybe he was just being paranoid.
A grin on his face from the whiskey, Bear started, "What her plans are for me are not of concern. At least not to me. Again, I do not see why I should explain myself to a complete stranger. Perhaps you are new to Earth, or maybe you've been living under a rock. But it seems to me like you should learn to keep your damned nose out of others' business. As I will yours'." Though Bear's words were easily interpreted as fighting words, he had meant what he'd said. This girl would get no fight from him, but that didn't mean he wouldn't ready himself to dodge...
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Post by Carmen on Dec 5, 2013 23:26:43 GMT -5
”Come on.”
Having no reason not to follow the woman Carmen walks with her, humming some as they both go after the shirtless man. Before they make it to him the other girl whizzes past them to land in front of their friend, seeming to move quickly with relative ease. For a moment the thought crosses her mind to draw her Vulcans and fire, was the girl in the dress fast enough to dodge that? The only thing that stops her was the shorter female standing in front of her. She had been so calm through all of this and Carmen didn’t want to anger her like the man had already done to the first woman.
Chewing her lower lip a little she clasps her hands together, focusing on the conversation at hand. The Makaio always enjoyed chaos; it was why she had been drawn to the events happening outside the bar in the first place. Almost itching to have some more fun she continues to restrain herself, the man apparently not wanting any violence either. Perhaps the drunk man was not as fun as she had originally thought, the whole bar incident might not have been a regular occurrence for him. Starting to pout a little her hands slowly unclasp, each coming to rest on the hilts of her pistols. Better to be prepared in case things suddenly took a more entertaining turn.
Glancing again at the female in front of her she looks over her outfit. It wasn’t the strangest outfit she had ever seen, but it did make her stand out. The blood red corset drew the eye the most; such items not something usually worn so openly in public. What an odd group she had stumbled into. This one was dressed in a provocative outfit while the other wore an elegant dress and then a shirtless man in the middle of it all. It almost felt like a bad dream…or a good one, it was hard to say.
Hearing the man speak again her wandering mind is drawn back in to the situation at hand. He had a point, what stake did this woman have in apprehending him? Did she somehow work for the police or the city? Carmen doubted it.
”Exactly, just let us be on our way and you can be on yours.”
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