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Post by Bloodrose on Dec 10, 2017 15:49:01 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. The two simply rushed at the thing now, slamming their whole body into it; before using their momentum to leave the club, both of them incredibly pissed off at being forced out of their own safehouse. There would be dire consequences for this. None of these three would be walking by the end of the week- nobody breached safehouse rules. Nobody. It transformed into a rat and landed easily, before scurrying out of the building to follow the escapees. Mercy sprinted down the street with his two fellow assassins, heading towards the three parked bikes in the nearby lot, many of the safehouse victims doing the same, rushing for their vehicles or simply fleeing to the nearby woods. |
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Post by Smokey Feather on Dec 10, 2017 15:55:52 GMT -5
Iron Maiden's gears clicked loudly as they slammed into him. It hit the ground outside, sliding along the surface and rolling, but it refused to be dented. It lashed out a foot, sending them aeay with a hard kick whether it hurt them or not. Getting back up, it turned toward them again. It opened its chestplates back up again, keeping them open just in case it was rushed again. And then it waited.
Cross was already closing in on Mercy again. Noticing his two aids, he glanced as Warmonger suddenly popped into view, watching Mercy as well. Its gears clicked, and he slid past Cross to run down the three other assassins. Cross switched his arm out for his rifle, staring down the crosshairs and aiming for the legs of one of the assassins. Best to pick off the side help before going for the main target.
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Post by Bloodrose on Dec 10, 2017 16:20:22 GMT -5
The two simply began to run, joining the escapees and yelling orders, clearly not about to continue fighting when everyone was out. It was a waste of time and energy.
Mercy glanced back and shouted an order, and then the three of them split up- every single one of them starting to zig zag as they ran, making it difficult for them to be hit. Soon enough they’d reached their bikes, already moving as they pulled on their helmets and tore down the road, continuing to zig zag and overall make it difficult for them to be shot at.
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Post by Smokey Feather on Dec 10, 2017 16:36:52 GMT -5
Warmonger was already running after them, but stopped when Cross shot a bullet into the sky, causing it to turn and look at him. Gears clicking, they simply didn't follow after them, not fast enough to run them down when they weren't on foot. They turned and walked back to Iron Maiden, who blew out a puff of green gas as it closed its chestplates back up. It was just a moment of clicking and whirring gears in patterned communivation. After a few minutes, they all left the premises as well, probably decide on what to do next. It was rather much to allow three of them to kill one person, all three of them knowing that all there had been better ways to go about it, but it's what Jeffery wanted, so they were going to do it.
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Post by Bloodrose on Dec 10, 2017 16:39:41 GMT -5
Mercy made it back to base in about ten hours of nonstop travel.
As usual it was bustling with assassins- training, studying, or planning out their moves.
He was welcomed in with concerned eyes and stressed faces, all of them trying to work out what to do about his situation. His guild didn’t like butting heads with other gangs- others didn’t have the same respect that his own did.
‘Welcome home, kid.’ The leader grunted, limping over and clapping him on the back.
‘Thankyou Sir.’ Mercy mumbled.
((Are you going to have cross follow? You can feel free to make Mercy a friend here too if you’d like so we can keep rping smoothly))
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Post by Smokey Feather on Dec 10, 2017 16:47:09 GMT -5
(Yeah, I'll create a new charrie, and join in with Cross later. Give me a bit to decide on a new name x3)
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Post by Smokey Feather on Dec 10, 2017 16:57:38 GMT -5
One of the assassins who'd welcomed Mercy, a shorter man at about 5'6, approached him when the crowd died down a bit. The "name" that belonged to the dark, black-skinned individual was Whiplash, or Lash or short.
"I heard that you've been tagged by something nasty," Lash spoke up as he pulled up beside Mercy, adjusting the steampunk-styles goggles covering his forehead "What happened?" He didn't press too much, knowing that being bombed with a lot of questions wasn't favored by anyone, including himself.
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Post by Bloodrose on Dec 10, 2017 17:00:03 GMT -5
Mercy sighed, waving away his bodyguards with deep thanks, before guiding lash away from prying ears. He sat and pretty much just explained everything that had happened to him over the past couple of months, becoming increasingly sullen and upset as he spoke. Mercy was notorious for being pretty heartless and stoic, so it was a strange sight to see.
‘Guess you really can’t tryst anyone.’ He muttered as he finished, head hanging.
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Post by Smokey Feather on Dec 10, 2017 17:12:02 GMT -5
Lash blinked once, big brown eyes wide as he listened to Mercy. "I've heard of that group I think," he mumbled, scratching his chin. "If this guy was close to you before, and then turned on you for no reason, then the guy running the joint is probably pulling his strings. "That's kind of a trait of theirs. All their partners go "missing" after they've joined the "circle" that the guy has." He looked hesitant, scratching his chin again as he added "That, or you did something? You wouldn't be like this if you were in the wrong though."
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Post by Bloodrose on Dec 10, 2017 17:19:10 GMT -5
‘Wish I could send a letter saying I’m not interested anymore.’ Mercy mumbled, running his hands over his face, just letting himself breathe and calm down. ‘I ain’t done nothin wrong, Lash. Trust me. I know I’m a pr*ck but I’m no cold killer.’
He pulled his hands away from his face, a sour look on it. His old mercenary group that had stolen him away as a child had proved that much at least. Almost. He’d killed them all.
He sighed again, looking at him. ‘Tell me the bar here is still functional.’
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Post by Smokey Feather on Dec 10, 2017 17:22:49 GMT -5
"You probably could," Lash said with an amused tone and a shrug about the letter. When Mercy asked about the bar, he said "Of course it is. My patronage there makes sure of it." He got up with a bounce and proceeded to start walking off toward the bar, but also pausing and looking back to make sure Mercy was actually going to follow.
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Post by Bloodrose on Dec 10, 2017 17:27:40 GMT -5
Mercy laughed quietly and got to his feet, definitely following. Alcohol didn’t do much for him but they had drinks here for nephil, to at least get them tipsy.
He headed to the bar with lash, hoping Cross would have the sense to not try and take on an entire facility.
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Post by Smokey Feather on Dec 10, 2017 17:45:16 GMT -5
Lash found them a spot easily. And if there hadn't been room, he would've made room. Telling the bartender to surprise him, he settled into his spot next to Mercy, deciding "I wouldn't be surprised if they tried to come here, with bigger numbers of course. They've done it before with larger organizations, and flattened them. But if there's no word on it soon, then they probably won't." When his drink was passed to him, he purred happily before downing it in no more than one, maybe two gulps, asking for more just as happily, as if he didn't just inhale any.
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Post by Bloodrose on Dec 10, 2017 17:54:17 GMT -5
Mercy sighed, feeling guilt starting to overwhelm him. He bartender knew what he needed, sliding the special nephil bourbon over. He took it and downed it in one, then asked for a refil. He looked over at Lash, studying. ‘How’ve you been? Busy?’
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Post by Smokey Feather on Dec 10, 2017 18:12:30 GMT -5
Lash nodded with a small smile. "Busiest I've ever been. I've been training more, so I've been getting more difficult cases." He didn't look it, with his gigantic goggles, short stature and always happy nature, but he was actually quite the killer. He was known for using any means to cause "whiplash" for his targets so badly that it caused death, or led to it, thus his name.
After downing his second glass, and asking for a third, he looked over at Mercy again. "The guys who attacked you aren't going to get away with it hopefully. Whatever happens, you're safe either way cause after something like that, you're probably not going to be left alone for a looong while."
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Post by Bloodrose on Dec 10, 2017 18:20:38 GMT -5
‘They attacked a safehouse.’ Mercedes told him, looking at him. ‘Russell and Abe are sending word to every single safehouse and every single guild in the state. They all have targets on their backs now. You don’t respect the code, you don’t live. Simple as.’
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Post by Smokey Feather on Dec 10, 2017 18:27:54 GMT -5
Lash merely shrugged. "So be it. If they're like what I've heard though, then they're not easy to get rid of." He ran a hand through his little afro, sighing loudly. "Not that I care. They tried to kill you, plus the safehouse attack, so I hope they're all at least horribly injured." He smiled widely in excitement at the thought, so much that he treated himself to a fourth glass. "I'd be happy with that, but would you? Just a blink ago, you were screwing one of them weren't you?" But Mercy hadn't known they guy for long though, so did it matter?
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Post by Bloodrose on Dec 10, 2017 18:48:02 GMT -5
Mercy flushed at his words, averting his gaze from his friend to his lap. ‘I was starting to like him.’ He muttered, wondering if he was speaking the truth. Mercy didn’t really understand those kinds of emotions. He vaguely wondered if it was just clinging onto the first kindness after years of abuse.
He sighed and ducked his head, heavily embarrassed. ‘Not gonna happen again.’
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Post by Smokey Feather on Dec 10, 2017 19:08:34 GMT -5
Whiplash studied Mercy, quiet for a moment. He had been aware of the fallen that his friend had been sworn to, so kindness in terms of a partner probably hadn't been given to him in a long, long time. "If you were starting to, then you shouldn't just boot him away. Sure, he's been branded a dangerous rogue to us now, but there's someone for everyone."
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Post by Bloodrose on Dec 10, 2017 19:13:34 GMT -5
‘He’s tryna kill me, Lash.’ Mercy stressfully replied, looking up at him, unable to hide the tremble in his voice. ‘After Malpas- after- after everything I’ve had in my life- I can’t- this is too much. It’s too much. I must have been a right f*cking d*ckhole in my last life to deserve all of this getting thrown at me.’ He shakily said, downing two refills, one after the other, clinging onto the fogginess it was finally starting to provide. He just couldn’t understand it. If he’d received that order he’d have come marching up here, demanding to know why. And he wouldn’t have done it- full stop.
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Post by Smokey Feather on Dec 10, 2017 19:21:51 GMT -5
"Members of that circle don't "try" to kill, Mercy," Lash said, shaking his head "Apparently the human part is conflicting with the machinery, cause any other member would've caught and killed you before you ever reached help. He's still thinking about whatever you two were up to before recieving the order. I just know it." Yet, he didn't smile that reassuring smile, cause Lash didn't know exactly what Cross had been thinking at that moment. "But hey, I wasn't the one spending time with him so it's really up to you on deciding on what you want to make of it."
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Post by Bloodrose on Dec 10, 2017 19:28:52 GMT -5
‘Whaddya want me to do, stand there and politely ask him not to kill me?’ He grumbled, remembering how cross had lunged for him in that forest. He shuddered remembering it, before running a hand through his hair, glancing around the room.
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Post by Smokey Feather on Dec 10, 2017 19:36:33 GMT -5
Lash rolled his eyes with a dramatic sigh. "How about, and I'll forget you asked me that stupid question, that you don't run off next time you see him? If you ever see him again. Seeing as you're still here, he was hesitating, thinking it over, probably trying to get himself to think it was wrong. That, or you can choose to never try and appeal to him again, and let his intent to kill you keep growing." He looked thoughtful, ordering yet another refill.
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Post by Bloodrose on Dec 10, 2017 19:46:37 GMT -5
‘Yknow what? Great idea.’ Mercedes said, grabbing Lash’s hand and getting to his feet, heading towards the exit of the hideout.
He swiftly led them outside into the open, then went and sat down on the curb of the pavement, folding his legs under him. ‘I’ll just sit here so he doesn’t find the hideout. Maybe his buddies will let him take care of it.’
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Post by Bloodrose on Dec 10, 2017 19:46:55 GMT -5
((Mercy is such an actual Diva))
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Post by Smokey Feather on Dec 10, 2017 19:52:18 GMT -5
Lash was about to agree on it being a good idea, until he realized he was getting pulled along. "Excuse me? Why do I have to be here with you??" Still, he didn't leave Mercy. He used his free hand to pull his goggles down, saying "You best hope he comes alone. One we can fight, but two means we're dead."
And so they sat. For a long while. However, Cross eventually showed up, left half of his metallic face melted away from the changeling's vomit, along with some of his shoulder and arm. He was slow, but only because he was looking around, making sure it was just Mercy and Lash. His gears clicked softly as he slowly began to approach Mercy.
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Post by Bloodrose on Dec 10, 2017 20:14:00 GMT -5
Mercy watched cross with an unreadable expression, before looking at lash. ‘If I die, I’m haunting you and killing any exorcist you try to use to get rid of me.’ He said, before getting to his feet to watch cross approach, itching to just run.
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Post by Smokey Feather on Dec 10, 2017 20:18:02 GMT -5
"We can't haunt each other if we're both dead." Lash then went silent as he watched Cross approach, the silver frame stopping about ten feet away.
Cross paid Lash very little attention, focused only on Mercy. His jaws parted slightly, teeth glinting as his gears turned. He didn't attack, just watching him, though his fingers twitched, an arm twitching as if he wanted to grab Mercy.
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Post by Bloodrose on Dec 11, 2017 4:02:01 GMT -5
‘He ain’t after you.’ Mercy replied, unsure if he was soothing his friend or being sarcastic.
‘Well?’ He eventually shouted, staring cross down. ‘You’ve come this far.’
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Post by Smokey Feather on Dec 11, 2017 5:51:37 GMT -5
Cross slowly closed the distance until he was a foot away. A moment passed before he did anything, and he reached so fast that Mercy wouldn't have been able to get away if he tried. His large hand moved to grab his hair, as if wanting to drag him around by it, or just tear a chunk out, or just crush a portion of his skull. However, his fingers paused about half an inch above Mercy's head. Cross' gears were turning, trying to think.
Doesn't... like... hair touched...
But that didn't matter, did it? Tilting his head again, his fingers twitched before moving away very slowly. His jaws gnashed, trying to get his hands to just grab Mercy, but now he was unable. He needed to do it though, or he'd get in trouble back home.
But... human Cross liked Mercy. That meant it would be bad to kill him, right?
As he tried to process thoughts, Warmonger and Iron Maiden appeared out of nowhere, earning a quiet wheeze from Whiplash. They didn't attack though, just watching Cross. Mercy was his to kill, so they'd get in trouble if they took that from Crosshairs, who's frame was twitching slightly.
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