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Post by Smokey Feather on Dec 10, 2017 11:09:02 GMT -5
Cross paused. What a shame. He'd found help. His gears now made a snapping sound instead of clicking, barely being able to recognize Russell's scent. In annoyance, he swung a fist into the building he'd stopped by, so hard that he got his arm stuck in the bricks. He seemed to huff before simply biting his way free, tearing off brick chunks until he could pull his arm away.
And then he was off again, Cross heading to the place he knew Mercy would be next. However, even though he had the opportunity to, he didn't intercept them. Cross stopped about half a block away, staring at the club before simply turning away and vanishing. Mercy couldn't stay there forever, and if he tried then Cross would go inside and get him once he got tired of waiting.
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Post by Bloodrose on Dec 10, 2017 11:16:45 GMT -5
Mercy stayed there for two weeks straight, his friends alternatively going out instead of him. At one point the strange changeling from before had arrived, along with two other people who gave off strong auras. They hadn’t emerged either. He’d clearly gotten in touch with his boss- the organisation must be a small one. The members were valued, trusted, and each one was protected in the face of a threat.
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Post by Smokey Feather on Dec 10, 2017 11:22:39 GMT -5
And Cross waited just as long, always sitting in the same spot, hidden from view. In his human form, which he never used while on a job, he'd never have had the patience he did currently. In fact, he wouldn't have been on his current job if he'd been given the letter as a human. His gears clicked quietly. It wasn't that Cross was afraid of the people walking into the club, as he was just a bit more than an automaton, but he didn't feel like going through the trouble. Smoke spilled from his nose like a nosebleed again, and he got up, walking farther away. Seemed he'd have to pull some strings too. It was necessary to keep Jeffery happy. The crosshairs symbol on his head flickered white for a moment at the thought.
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Post by Bloodrose on Dec 10, 2017 11:26:02 GMT -5
A further three weeks passed with still no sight of mercy, the action in the club random at best, with no set patrols or trips set in motion. They clearly knew how to put off an assassin. Unsurprising, considering there was now four of them in there.
Finally, however, Mercy did show his face- flanked by Abe and one of the newcoming assassins as they walked. He seemed tired, on edge, and he had a look about him that showed he’d basically had enough. He was still hurting badly, and all of this waiting was driving him up the wall.
He wasn’t out long, only half an hour, before he was returned to the club and didn’t emerge again.
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Post by Smokey Feather on Dec 10, 2017 11:38:31 GMT -5
Cross didn't return for a while. When he did, he was accompanied by two other figures, both at least twice his size, if not triple. They both looked like an older sort of model though, a slightly steampunk look to them too. The bigger of the two had "Iron Maiden" branded across its iron chest, and the smaller one had "Warmonger" on its bronze back. Cross' gears clicked gently, and "Iron Maiden" split off from the trio, moving quickly despite its gigantic, barrel-chested frame. "Warmonger" stayed with Crosshairs, its larger gears making more of a clunking sound, seemingly communicating with Cross, who's gears clicked in response.
They weren't looking for patterns. They were all just waiting until they themselves grew bored. And not having actual feelings gave them a bit more tolerance than most. However, Warmonger had less patience than Crosshairs or Iron Maiden, gears clunking in an annoyed tone, jaws repeatedly opening and closing. Cross merely tilted his head, before moving away, giving into whatever request had been made and taking a little more action.
(Everyone's just lurking and waiting for the other to move, which causes more lurking :'3)
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Post by Bloodrose on Dec 10, 2017 11:42:16 GMT -5
((*aggressively lurks* *someone eventually starts a competition to see who lurks the best* *those who come last are eliminated from the area* 😂😂))
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Post by Bloodrose on Dec 10, 2017 11:45:34 GMT -5
The next morning, Abe warily took out the trash, throwing it into the dumpster. He looked around the area, his gaze alert. Fallen didn’t sleep. They didn’t need to. He headed back to the club and sat on the doorstep, clearly confident in his own abilities to handle an enemy- he had to be. The guy owned a safehouse. He lit up a cigarette and leaned into the doorway, puffing at it slowly, his gaze never once becoming any less alert. Mercedes was starting to retreat into his old depressive shell, so they were trying to organise his removal from the state with his boss. He had to be relocated somewhere safe, where he didn’t have to constantly look over his back.
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Post by Smokey Feather on Dec 10, 2017 12:02:21 GMT -5
After a while of Abe just sitting there, Iron Maiden was the first show up. Its large figure looked vaguely like a rounded casket, with a vaguely human head atop where its gigantic shoulders were, and six long, but bulky arms. Instead of smoke like Cross, a soft green gas exited its slightly parted jaws. However, it didn't move toward Abe yet, just sitting there, gears clicking gently. Cross and Warmonger were nowhere to be found, but it was just a given that they were close, probably closer than liked as they looked for a way in, be it through a door or a window or a wall.
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Post by Bloodrose on Dec 10, 2017 12:05:24 GMT -5
Abe frowned at him deeply, getting to his feet and putting out the cigarette. He retreated into the club, closing and locking the heavy door, sliding thick bolts into place. He retreated to the bar to grab his shotgun, while Russel warily began to crack his knuckles. ‘They making a move?’
‘Looks it. Mercy safe upstairs?’
‘Yeah.’
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Post by Smokey Feather on Dec 10, 2017 12:13:51 GMT -5
Iron Maiden just sat there like a rock for another minute, the gas continuing to pool from its mouth. When it finally moved, it got up with a dull groan as it approached the door, reaching its two top arms to start banging on the door. It was then that Warmonger decided to come in through one of the side walls, repeatedly slamming into the structure so hard that it was quickly able to make a small hole the size of a plate, then reaching a bronze arm to start pulling apart a bigger hole, claws sliding into view on the fingers as it dug into the structure.
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Post by Bloodrose on Dec 10, 2017 12:23:17 GMT -5
‘I’ll take the door.’ Abe said, glancing at his husband, who nodded, facing warmonger. He slid brass knuckles over his fingers, before pressing a button on the bar that turned the lights red and set off a siren, warning all occupants of the threat.
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Post by Smokey Feather on Dec 10, 2017 12:38:02 GMT -5
Warmonger was the first one to make it inside. Its clunking became clicks, patterned noises as it turned its head toward Russel. Tilting its head, its claws became larger, like big, curved cones as it slowly approached.
Iron Maiden eventually broke the door after banging at it repeatedly. The door was knocked clean off of its hinges, revealing the large figure with two of its arms raised. Not deciding to use whatever else it had up its sleeve yet, it simply moved toward Abe, emotionless gray gaze set on him, arms outstretched in attempt to grab him.
All the while, Cross waited from wherever. He wasn't as strong as he two elders were, and was waiting for them to punch a hole for him to go through.
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Post by Bloodrose on Dec 10, 2017 12:52:24 GMT -5
Russell didn’t hesitate, sprinting towards his foe and leaping at him, the floorboards cracking beneath the strength he poured into the movement, swinging a well muscled arm around and slamming his brassed fist into the creatures chest. It made an immediate dent and threw it off balance at least. Russell knew he’d be ten times stronger if Abe possessed his body, but it would mean they were giving up their number. Two on two was enough for now.
Abe studied iron maiden, raising his shotgun and firing at one of the arms, just to see if he could do any damage with it, or if he was gonna have to bust his ass and go toe to toe.
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Post by Smokey Feather on Dec 10, 2017 13:03:24 GMT -5
Warmonger stumbled, but simply caught itself and stood back up. It seemed new models weren't as sturdy or thick, as it was still considerably younger than the tank that was Iron Maiden. Quickly collecting itself, it simply countered Russell, lunging forward and grabbing his arm, though it didn't dig claws in. What it did do though, was raise its foot and lash out, releasing Russell's arm just as the foot connected with his ribs to kick him back.
Iron Maiden, as stated before, was much more sturdy than Warmonger. Its arm jerked slightly from being hit, and it even stopped its advance, but no dent was present. Resuming its advance, it charged instead of walked, aiming to tackle or at least headbutt the fallen, arms outstretched as a plan B if Abe was smart enough to try and get out of its way.
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Post by Bloodrose on Dec 10, 2017 13:09:12 GMT -5
Russell grinned as he hit the floor, pain rippling through him. With a few seconds though his ribs could be heard clicking back into place, and he got to his feet, raising his fists. ‘Not bad, clunky.’ He said, spitting blood at his feet, before rushing in.
Abe sighed heavily and dropped the gun, before sprinting at his foe and lashing out a leg at its knee. He allowed some of his angelic reserves to flood his body. He didn’t have wings anymore, but he was no less as powerful, if not more so, than he’d been upstairs.
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Post by Smokey Feather on Dec 10, 2017 13:21:55 GMT -5
Warmonger's gears clicked, jaws opening and closing as it studied Russell. It didn't have quick-acting healing like him, but it took a few moments before its dent seemed to fill itself in a bit. It charged Russell again, leaping at him with unnaturally gaping jaws and thick claws.
Iron Maiden knelt, only to raise one of its hands and backhand Abe to send him back. It then moved toward him again, grabbing onto an ankle and actually pulling him back toward itself, its chestplates opening up to reveal sharp, turning gears and small-mean looking spikes, aiming to try and stuff what parts of Abe it could into the moving trap.
It was then that Cross proceeded to enter the area, studying the four for a moment before simply moving on, managing to slink past them, though his steps were hesitant. Iron Maiden and Warmonger were added to the circle of assassins in a much more gruesome period, and weren't thinking twice about killing like Cross was. Smoke puffed from his nostrils before as he continued on his way.
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Post by Bloodrose on Dec 10, 2017 13:26:51 GMT -5
Russell leapt back however, immediately avoiding his own fight when he saw cross and then Abe’s predicament. ‘Abe, we’re too late! C’mon!!!’
‘Give me a- second-‘ Abe grunted. He didn’t feel pain, but it was still an irritant. He finally managed to wriggle free, before lunging across the floor and grabbing russell’s ankle. A blinding white flash filled the room, and when it faded, Abe was gone.
Only Russell remained, standing silently in the middle of the room. He lifted his head, muscles rippling in his arms as he cracked his knuckles, and his eyes no longer his own- they were abe’s, glowing Amber and vicious.
‘Come on then.’ They growled, before flinging themselves aggressively back into the fight, this time as a well oiled machine.
Upstairs, footsteps were clattering as the inhabitants evacuated- there appeared to be more than just mercy and his gang staying here.
The changeling sat at the top of the stairs, watching the bottom with a wary expression, waiting for the inevitable.
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Post by Smokey Feather on Dec 10, 2017 13:37:35 GMT -5
Iron Maiden closed its chestplates up, then looked over at Warmonger. Its gears clicked as it looked at the considerably smaller frame, and Warmonger tilted its head before simply turning and leaving the building altogether. The larger being turned back toward the joined duo, emotionless iron gaze holding nothing as it simply waited for them to move first. The green gas was back though, spilling from between the crease that cut through to form separation of its metal lips. Old, but patient was what Iron Maiden was, and it reached a hand to knock them back.
Cross made his way upstairs, looking around. He ignored everyone evacuating. As much as he'd like to, he ha no reason to harm them. Coming across the changeling, he stared at it, waiting to see if it was going to do anything.
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Post by Smokey Feather on Dec 10, 2017 13:41:02 GMT -5
(Edited my post cause I somehow managed to send my reply when I wasn't finished :'3)
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Post by Bloodrose on Dec 10, 2017 13:47:25 GMT -5
Iron Maiden closed its chestplates up, then looked over at Warmonger. Its gears clicked as it looked at the considerably smaller frame, and Warmonger tilted its head before simply turning and leaving the building altogether. The larger being turned back toward the joined duo, emotionless iron gaze holding nothing as it simply waited for them to move first. The green gas was back though, spilling from between the crease that cut through to form separation of its metal lips. Old, but patient was what Iron Maiden was, and it reached a hand to knock them back. Cross made his way upstairs, looking around. He ignored everyone evacuating. As much as he'd like to, he ha no reason to harm them. Coming across the changeling, he stared at it, waiting to see if it was going to do anything. They danced around it and kicked out at the back of its knees, whilst simultaneously dropping to the floor, just in case the thing decided to attack them with its arms. Why’d it have to have six damned arms?? The changeling stared calmly back, unmoving from its position. Cross would have to move it to get past, and it clearly wasn’t going anywhere. Mercy flashed past the staircase, rucksack over his shoulder as he glanced down at cross. His eyes blazed a sudden deep red, filled again with anger and betrayal at the sight of the other, and then he was gone again, clearly evacuating with the rest. Two more assassins followed, herding him out. |
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Post by Bloodrose on Dec 10, 2017 14:16:40 GMT -5
((The Erin’s really are sh*t at ending books, aren’t they? *im reading the series for the first time, finally got to book four* ))
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Post by Smokey Feather on Dec 10, 2017 14:34:55 GMT -5
Iron Maiden dropped to its knees, but threw itself toward the floor in attempt to just squash them. Its hulking form moved quickly, smashing itself down into the flooring, though its arms lashed out, knowing that they'd probably get out of the way of its body. Despite being the biggest individual in the building, it was actually just as fast as Crosshairs or Warmonger, if not faster.
Cross wasn't able to process Mercy's emotion, only giving him a blank look in return. Looking back at the changeling, he advanced at a quick pace, jumping at the bird in attempt to grab at it, gears clicking in quick succession. He was still alert though, having seen many things and half expecting the changeling to so some weird, outrageous thing to defend itself.
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Post by Smokey Feather on Dec 10, 2017 14:39:09 GMT -5
((The Erin’s really are sh*t at ending books, aren’t they? *im reading the series for the first time, finally got to book four* )) (Erin who? The only "Erin" I'm familiar with are the people who write all the Warriors, Seekers and so on :'3 Though I have a feeling that's not what you meant x3) |
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Post by Bloodrose on Dec 10, 2017 15:09:27 GMT -5
((Yeah that’s the ones! Erin Hunter (s) whatever their actual names are x’D ))
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Post by Bloodrose on Dec 10, 2017 15:13:34 GMT -5
Iron Maiden dropped to its knees, but threw itself toward the floor in attempt to just squash them. Its hulking form moved quickly, smashing itself down into the flooring, though its arms lashed out, knowing that they'd probably get out of the way of its body. Despite being the biggest individual in the building, it was actually just as fast as Crosshairs or Warmonger, if not faster. Cross wasn't able to process Mercy's emotion, only giving him a blank look in return. Looking back at the changeling, he advanced at a quick pace, jumping at the bird in attempt to grab at it, gears clicking in quick succession. He was still alert though, having seen many things and half expecting the changeling to so some weird, outrageous thing to defend itself. The two swore at the creatures action, but did successfully get away from him, backing up quickly. They grabbed a chair and flung it at him, at this point just wanting to distract it so that everyone could get away upstairs. They couldn’t be sure it wouldn’t go to town. And it certainly did, hopping up a step to avoid him, before promptly vomiting all over cross. The vomit turned out to be a very highly acidic and poisonous liquid, which immediately began to hiss as it started to eat away at cross’s metal body. The bird hopped up another few steps, the liquid dripping from his beak, sizzling straight through the floor. |
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Post by Smokey Feather on Dec 10, 2017 15:13:37 GMT -5
(Oh okay x3 What book are you on now that's the fourth? It's been such a long time since I've read the first arc)
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Post by Bloodrose on Dec 10, 2017 15:24:06 GMT -5
((Rising storm!!! Yellowfang died (f*ck you, Erin’s, she was my fave) and it ended on a sh*tty cliffhanger with tigerclaw as leader of shadowclan
I’m going to give them the ‘shadow’ of a doubt and assume he’s barrelled his way in rather than them all being the cliche bad guy group of the book like slytherin))
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Post by Smokey Feather on Dec 10, 2017 15:24:14 GMT -5
Iron Maiden didn't flinch when the chair hit it, its arms twitching as it simply got up from when it had thrown itself. Tilting its head, it proceeded to lazily start grabbing whatever large object it could and just throw it at them, not even bothering to get near them, expressing boredom with its body language instead of facial expression.
Cross simply proceeded to continue his advance on the bird, allowing himself to break away where the vomit landed, which was the left of his body. Only pausing briefly to shake off what he could, he lunged again and grabbed the bird by its beak, a grip that was on the verge on crushing. Not too concerned with it though, he turned and threw the bird down the stairs. He then turned away to continue on his job. Cross had slowed due to the acid, but it hadn't been enough to destroy his ability to move, so on he went, picking out Mercy's scent over the sharp acidic smell.
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Post by Smokey Feather on Dec 10, 2017 15:26:43 GMT -5
((Rising storm!!! Yellowfang died (f*ck you, Erin’s, she was my fave) and it ended on a sh*tty cliffhanger with tigerclaw as leader of shadowclan I’m going to give them the ‘shadow’ of a doubt and assume he’s barrelled his way in rather than them all being the cliche bad guy group of the book like slytherin)) (Oh, so after the fire and everything right? Poor Yellowfang :c Well, you've got a looooooong way to go, and a lot of deaths of favored cats to reads over, but overall the series is pretty good in my opinion, and I hope you enjoy it just as much :3) |
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Post by Bloodrose on Dec 10, 2017 15:45:31 GMT -5
((Thankyou! Need to get the fifth book now))
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