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Post by Jasmine Leigh Markus on May 26, 2009 7:09:16 GMT -5
This time Rina's claws scraped along Jasmine's cheekbone. She cried out in pain and held her hand to the pain. "I'm not a threat to anyone. I promise! I help people!" She tried to explain, tears burning down her cheeks. "Please, I'll show you!"
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Post by Wild Thing on May 26, 2009 10:15:30 GMT -5
Rina wasn't convinced. They all whimpered for mercy, but in the end, they all had to die. Rina wasn't capable of feeling sympathy towards mutants even when she could feel emotions at all, and now they were gone. She was trained to view them as the enemy, simple targets, objects. Rina wouldn't quit attacking no matter what the mutant said.
(can we skip to the part where your character is knocked out? XD I don't think you'll honestly get away from this one still conscious)
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Post by Jasmine Leigh Markus on May 26, 2009 18:00:56 GMT -5
(sure. lol.)
Jasmine's body couldn't take it anymore. She felt a sheen of sweat break out over her face and her eyes seeemed to roll all the way back into her head. She frowned slightly as she lost her balance and saw the ground jumping up at her. She was unconscious before she felt the thud of an impact.
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Post by Wild Thing on May 26, 2009 21:37:41 GMT -5
Rina's emotions came back to her, and she looked down at the body with a clinical eye. She looked dead. Unlike most of Rina's targets though, this one had mental-related powers, and had an ever-so-slight resistance to her psi-claws. Unless she sliced through her face again, Empathy would live. But Rina thought she was already dead, and left the body where it lay. She'd miss her flight, and spend a bit of time in the hospital, and probably never under-estimate an opponent again, but otherwise the young mutant would be okay.
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Post by toad on May 26, 2009 22:30:08 GMT -5
A dented old banger of a black pick-up truck was parked next to the gas station, the muted sounds of guitar and Johnny Rotten's screaming coming from the stereo inside. The bonnet was up and a stocky young man was ducked under it, fishing around in the engine. He wore loose-fitting pants that provided for movement and a black long-sleeved hooded shirt over a Kevlar vest and a t-shirt. It was toned-down battle gear. Passable as normal clothing, but still capable of standing up against a fight.
Toad ran his green webbed fingers along the top of the cylinder until he found a small hole. "There you are, you bastard," he murmured. Making a sound of approval, he reached for one of the patches he had sitting on top of the battery and applied it carefully over the hole. Just as he'd gotten the thing covered up, a shout rang out from the direction of the forest, and Toad straightened up immediately, smashing his head into the bonnet. "Son of a bitch!" he cursed, clapping an oil-greased hand to the top of his head.
Glowering, he stepped back and closed the bonnet. He would have to check something like that out anyway, but now he was pissed, and there had better be someone he could hurt out there. He'd been sent out to look into the mutant killings in this area. He'd seen a few crime scenes but was no closer to finding the killer. He went around to the cab and shut off the power, grabbed a few knives from his glove compartment, stowed them on his person, and then locked the door on his way out.
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Post by Wild Thing on May 26, 2009 23:09:46 GMT -5
When Rina left the rest stop it took her about half a day to reach the small town with the only gas station along the highway for a while. She'd come for food after another satisfying kill, but soon smelled the unnatural stench of Toad, even before she reached the first buildings. Her sense of smell was impecable. The air was cold, and sunset was near. She could see her breath. The bad lighting made it a better time to kill out in public. She was sure it was another mutant.
It didn't take long to find the mutant. He attracted a lot of stares with his green, smelly skin and webbed fingers. he was near a truck. She made her approach from the town's main road, staring like everyone else. To him she'd appear to be one of the townspeople.
He grabbed something from the passenger side glove box, no doubt a weapon of some kind. She'd have to be careful with this one.
"You might want to get on out of here, buddy. Just get your gas and leave," a man said cautiously, trying to be helpful. Tension was building in the air.
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Post by toad on May 26, 2009 23:24:59 GMT -5
Toad turned to the man, getting right up in his face. "Wha'? Somethin' wrong, mate?" he asked, not giving him a chance to respond before brushing past him. His eyes scanned the car park cautiously. He had a mean look about him, a cruel amusement on his lips.
He started off toward the road to get away from the main crowd of people. There was a reason he'd been picked for the task. You could see his mutation from a mile away, which was exactly what they needed to catch a mutant killer. He was the bait and the trap.
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Post by Wild Thing on May 26, 2009 23:29:03 GMT -5
Toad was walking right towards Rina. She paused. It would look suspicious if she kept walking towards the aggressive mutant. she stepped a bit to the side of his path, and planned to follow him out of the town. His aggressive attitude seemed a bit played-up though, and it was weird that he was walking out of here, leaving his truck behind.
"I wouldn't leave your truck there like that," she warned, eyeing the humans. Maybe he'd spill why he was behaving strangely. It was kind of suspicious.
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Post by toad on May 26, 2009 23:39:08 GMT -5
He paused in his tracks, looking her over carefully. "No?" he mused, casting a glance back at the truck. "Why? Think these folks'll do somethin'? This not a nice place? Seems awful nice," he chuckled darkly, his sarcasm evident.
"Now why don' you scamper off, eh?" he suggested, waving his hand at her dismissively. "Shouldn' talk to strangers, 'specially when it's th'fuckin' creature from th'deep." He knew exactly how hideous he was and even if he didn't like it, he knew how to use it.
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Post by Wild Thing on May 26, 2009 23:45:02 GMT -5
Creature indeed, Rina thought. She stepped back some more and wrikled her face. She didn't even have to fake disgust; he wreaked. She slipped off between a couple of buildings to wait until he walked far enough down the road that the townspeople would be more concerned with his truck. Once he was out of sight, she would then follow his scent whereever he decided to go from a safe distance. She'd keep far enough away that he couldn't see her until he went someplace a little more secluded and appropriate for an ambush. Time would tell when that would be though.
(let's skip to when he's out of town somewhere; she's not going to get close enough for him to notice her until he's in a place where she can sneak up on him)
Meanwhile one of the men in town called for a towtruck.
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Post by toad on May 27, 2009 0:01:29 GMT -5
((Why would they call a tow truck? He left it in a parking lot, and if he's on foot, obviously he's coming back for it...))
Toad snorted at her and headed off down the road. He found a somewhat beaten path through the forest and followed it in, heavy boots sinking into the soft ground. Chances were that he wouldn't run into the killer just like he hadn't before, but if he did, the Toad was more than prepared.
Under his clothes, he wore a Kevlar vest to protect from bullet wounds, plenty of knives for throwing and stabbing, and lightweight leg braces to protect his shins from the jarring impact after landing from one of his superhuman jumps. He'd been a fighter since he was a child. He knew what he was doing.
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Post by Wild Thing on May 27, 2009 0:07:31 GMT -5
('cause they don't like mutants XD)
Rina silently slipped between the trees, staying off the path. She noted her potential victim's heavy steps compared to his apparent build, but didn't know if it was his powers that made him heavier or not. So far all she knew was that he smelled. If she could get close enough to him it wouldn't matter though. She stalked him silently, using the cover of the trees and underbrush as she went, creeping closer and closer. When she saw an opportunity, she soundlessly popped her claws and lunged, aiming her claws at his torso.
(her claws can go through anything, if you haven't read her profile, she just can't damage it, so his armor won't help)
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Post by toad on May 27, 2009 0:15:56 GMT -5
The forest was fairly quiet and he was listening intently for any sound of movemtnt. As soon as he heard the leaves move when she leapt from her hiding place, Toad spun around where he was, swinging a straight-legged sidekick up and out toward her to intercept her path. The reaction was nearly instantaneous. When a man does nothing but train and fight his whole life, his reflexes are tightly wound enough that he hits first and asks questions later.
Because he the kick was coming from the side, it didn't have quite as much power behind it as one of his kicks could carry. If he was kicking with full force, his powerful legs could kick through a person's chest. He'd done it often enough to know.
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Post by Wild Thing on May 27, 2009 9:07:33 GMT -5
It was still enough to knock the wind out of her an crack a rib. She landed with an undignified thud in the forest's damp, dirty leaves. She gasped for air and tried to stand as her wound healed itself. She kept a hand over her head with her claws out to prevent him from kicking her face as she scrambled to get up. This one wasn't a novice like the others.
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Post by toad on May 27, 2009 15:16:22 GMT -5
Mort leapt back a few feet so he could observe her recovery. The second rule of combat was "Know your opponent". He heard her ribs crackling as they realigned themselves and healed. The claws were the offensive, obviously, but the defensive? That was the tricky one. He hated fighting healers.
"Followed me all this way, did you?" he mused with a smirk. "Well, sorry t'disappoint, but I won' go down easy like th'others, peaches." He cracked his neck to the right, then the left, and fell into a defensive stance.
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