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Post by Krakenbox on May 14, 2022 11:52:01 GMT -8
Dan skied under tables and squeezed through bodies with Bosko in hot pursuit, the giant closing the gap as he swiped at the human. Daniel cracked his head against the furniture in his blind flight, as well as received an elbow to the gut and a stiletto of one of the dancers cutting the top of his foot as she stumbled and kicked from the sudden push with a shout.
The Elemental melded with the lie, telling people that the bloodied human was the attacker and going to hurt them as people happily got out of the way for them to spill out of the employee exit and into the crowd of strip bar workers and patrons in the parking lot.
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Post by Bosko on May 14, 2022 11:56:21 GMT -8
Bosko was a not-quite human steamroller, and his actions showed it. He barreled through and after the imposter, not ready to give up just yet, clearing the civilians out of the way.
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Post by Krakenbox on May 14, 2022 12:02:29 GMT -8
The human put his hands up, yelling to the crowd to either help or get out of the way and let the cops deal with it. He claimed he didn't want to hurt anyone but will defend himself. The Elemental looked around to try and figure out how to spin this, gears turning as he realized enticing people to get into the middle of a bloodied throw down wasn't going to happen. Instead he chose action, wanting to herd the clone into a space that was more manageable.
A beer bottle was whipped by a severely drunken patron like a baseball bat, shouting at the Elemental to stop before he gets cut again. As Bosko's face started to bruise, the friends tried to handle their agitated cohort.
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Post by Bosko on May 14, 2022 12:11:40 GMT -8
....Of course size wasn't everything, and Bosko was liable to run into many, MANY obstacles that he'd just take on the skin in his path.
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Post by Krakenbox on May 14, 2022 12:29:08 GMT -8
Bloodied and wide eyed, the crowd flowed to avoid the sprinting twin as he bolted into the street in front of the strip bar. Sirens howled as the ambulance hit the scene before the police and were being gestured and hurried by the man who had been protecting Croupier by holding onto Dan before, shouting the knife was gone and the person fled the scene to coax them into action. The Bouncer kept nodding to confirm, clearly dazed by how crazy his night had become and the potential of someone dying during his shift in front of him.
Bosko pursued, doing his best to elbow one of the bigger guys who tried to haul him back for his own good now that he was marked as Not Dangerous And Just Angry to the crowd. They went down together as the Elemental failed to get his arms out in time to prevent impact with the pavement. The man rolled off, swearing and apologizing as he tried to help Bosko back up, telling him the responders were here and trying to reassure him.
Daniel took in what he had around him, panting like an animal as he blinked under the shower of flashing red lights and numbly ditched the knife. Eye trailing back to Bosko emerging from the ring of people, he locked gaze as he slowly walked backwards towards the ambulance and accompanying fire truck.
He always thrived in chaos.
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Post by Krakenbox on May 14, 2022 12:57:37 GMT -8
With his hands up, Daniel called out for help as he kept watching the Elemental charge to close the distance. The fire fighters immediately shouted for Dan to drop with his hands maintained above his head, and told Bosko as much. The human complied without complaint, allowing one to stand over him as he put them on top of his head and watched the gurney of Croupier getting hustled to the ambulance.
God he hoped the fucker bled out.
Brow beating a Torrent off his chosen path was never as effective as one might wish, and the Gristlegrinder ignored the order as he hoped to spook Miller into running off the main road. One of the younger recruits ignored protocol and leapt into a tackle takedown, cutting off Bosko's charge as they flew sideways with the muscular volunteer's full body weight like a college linebacker. It would be impressive if the other fire fighters didn't shout and bark in disapproval at the danger he was putting himself in with an unknown variable. Bosko was a world class brawler, and immediately tucked a knee to correct his posture and heave the younger man from his back. The fire fighter grimaced.
"Stop. Hands up."
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Post by Bosko on May 14, 2022 13:13:10 GMT -8
Bosko did no such thing. These were firefighters, not police. There'd be hell to pay later, but that was always the case. He got up without missing a beat, eyes locked on the copy, continuing to walk forward. Anyone attempting to stop him? Bosko was going to shove to the side. he was several hundred pounds of weight and muscle, and metal stirred in throughout.
He never broke eye contact with it. He was an Autumn after all- this would play to his strengths. Fear. The fear of a presence constantly walking towards, unrelenting, that you can only wait as it never seems to become slower.
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Post by Krakenbox on May 14, 2022 13:28:20 GMT -8
Daniel could only laugh nervously as the first fire fighter was shoved off, on the edge of hysterical disbelief as the metallic giant embodied the terminator. He glanced up at the First Responders radioing the police, running updates as Dan was put prone with his hands behind his back.
"Bosko Kovac?" the one standing next to Dan Miller barked. "Stop escalating. Stop advancing. Police are attending and we are armed." He was hoping the name drop from running the plate would be enough to talk some sense into the man.
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Post by Bosko on May 14, 2022 14:06:45 GMT -8
Bosko was snapped back by the speaking of his own name, letting out a loud metallic sigh.
This had all gotten fucked up. Croupier was hospitalized, Bosko was going to be... VERY unhappy with what was likely to happen after. He stopped walking, but didn't put his hands up. Just giving a death glare to Dan, one final 'if you fuck with my friend, this won't stop me.' Bosko genuinely believed that, if he wished to, he could take on EVERYONE here. He believed he had the means to do that.
And he wanted to convey that... Tried to. But he'd taken a few more hits to the head than was perhaps healthy, and his look was more haggard and less menacing. Besides, he had a friend to take care of.
So, he waited. This was going to suck.
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Post by The Wyrd on May 14, 2022 22:01:24 GMT -8
Dan Miller remained right where he was, on his knees with his hands right where the firefighters could see it. There were people filming the incident from the side of the road, Zoomers and their fucking cell phones these days. One of the firefighters came around and apologized to Bosko for the one kid who had gotten a little overeager. That one was going to get written up and was absolutely not going to cause any issues for Bosko. He offered to check the Elemental's wounds and provide first aid, if Bosko wanted.
After all, he was knifed, and the City didn't want to get sued.
It was a few uncomfortable minutes that passed as a pair of LVMPD vehicles pulled up with lights on. One, an SUV, had the word SUPERVISOR on the side, and a patrol sergeant exited the passenger side. A jumpy-looking female patrol officer was driving. The sergeant headed to chat with the firefighters, while the female and the two men from the other vehicle arrested and dragged Dan Miller off into the back of the other car. Miller gave Bosko one last glance and a bit of a smirk before he disappeared behind tinted glass and a closed door.
The sergeant, for his part, made his way back to Bosko. He offered the big ginger a nod and an empathetic look of concern.
"Mr. Kovacs? I'm Sergeant Cole. You look like you've been through it. You been seen by a medic?"
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Post by Bosko on May 16, 2022 14:27:26 GMT -8
Bosko dismissed the firefighter's concern, but did accept light medical aid- if only for appearances. in truth, Bosko could likely find much better means of recovery. Besides, this way he could stay in view of Double Dan. And occasionally glance over.
Once the police car arrived, he would see Dan dragged off; Bosko was concerned of course. One anomaly was fine, but if other spontaneous doubles started to become publicly known it would only arouse more suspicion. And the Metal Man very much doubted he could have any more luck disposing of the double from behind police custody. At the smirk, the mechanisms began to whirr louder, and a voice in the back of his mind regretted holding back. But, he shoved it back. After all, he would eventually devour the man. This just delayed the inevitable.
The sergeant... Bosko was never good with authority. Not in that he was rebellious or otherwise untoward, but in that he was VERY bad at responding to it. Nervousness in the body of a war machine turned into a strange concoction of paranoia and awkwardness.
"Ah, yes. It is nothing serious, I have been through worse scrapes in the kitchen." What did this individual want. Who's side were they on. Did they know all the sides? Did Bosko? Questions, Question, and Bosko desperately wanted comforting answers.
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Post by The Wyrd on May 16, 2022 21:34:48 GMT -8
Cole grinned at the tough answer. "I bet. You look like you're the type to eat metal and shit nails." His tone was cordial, jovial even.
"Got officers on the crowd, but I thought I'd check in with you, see if you could give us some context as to why this... Miller fellow was trying to kill your friend? What happened in there? Did you see anything that could help us out?"
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Post by Bosko on May 19, 2022 13:44:29 GMT -8
A gruff 'hm' at Cole's very tasteful description of his talents.... Whether the man knew it or not, the close association to metal made Bosko even more paranoid.
..... Whatever the case, Bosko appreciated the tone, though he knew he wouldn't be able to help the authority much.
"Unfortunately, Ser, I cannot tell you much. I only went in once I heard the commotion, and stepped in to help my friend. I apologize for not being more helpful in this regard." No lies, though some fairly plain truths.
"I will say- in my brief encounter with the assailant, he was determined to take the life of my friend." Bosko bit his tongue, not saying what would happen if the double succeeded. Or had already succeeded.
"Ah- my apologies for not being more helpful."
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Post by Cross on May 20, 2022 19:26:10 GMT -8
Cole grinned at Bosko, nodded, and then offered him a cigarette.
"So the thing is, we've already got the version of events from the bouncer and a couple of witnesses. Bounce says he was told by the guy who stabbed your boy that he was scared. Scared someone was waiting outside to jump him. Bouncer goes on out to check, and..." He clicks his tongue and makes a finger gun at the Elemental. "There you are, waiting. With your food truck and your weird-ass story about wanting to be a caterer at 2 A.M. for some strip club."
He lit his own cigarette and took a puff.
"Then, while your boy is getting stabbed repeatedly after screaming to grab Mr. Miller and don't let him leave, you're standing over them screaming something about not having a better plan. Like maybe you and your buddy did have a plan to do something to him. Like maybe Mr. Miller had cause for self-defense."
The sergeant paused, his body turning to be square with Bosko. His jumpy-looking female partner started paying attention as the other two closed Dan Miller's door.
"Now, combine all of that and the lie you just told me? In my line of work, we call that... suspicious. So. Do you want to make this make some sense to me, or are we going to read you your rights and go have a chat in a more formal setting?"
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Post by Bosko on May 22, 2022 15:24:34 GMT -8
Bosko took the cigarette, folding it between his fingers. He was put in a discomforting mood by the threat, listening intently, body rather obviously tensing. This human was dangerous- to himself, if not the Freehold. His was the kind that practically begged to end up among their ranks; Bosko had a bad feeling about them. The elemental didn't blame the man for doing his job... But nonetheless.
"My apologies, when I said I cannot tell you much, I was telling the truth"
He bent the unlit cigarette between his fingers- it reeked of the kinds of scents the Elemental wished not to be reminded of, let alone partake in. "I cannot tell you." That would put the mortal in danger.
Bosko was growing tired, by now. And he'd rather be that, than angry. It made the prodding of this man a nuisance more than a source of rage, made him uneasy rather than aggressive. His wounds were starting to catch up, and all around he just felt sore. He did not speak further. Talking would only be more troublesome- a rule of engagement the Fae and mundane authorities shared in that respect. He was probably going to owe someone in the Freehold quite a bit after this, and there would be much to talk about. Plenty of criticisms his way, if he didn't end up dying by the end of this mess. The headache wasn't over by a long shot.
He stood, waiting to see what the response would be.
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