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Post by Krakenbox on Nov 29, 2020 15:55:35 GMT -8
The building was painfully unassuming, without any money wasted on pretending the location was anything more than a nest for product. There wasn't a flash of green or snappy signage, just rocks to stop a check for grounds keeping the weeds and a large parking lot for the daily in-and-out of delivery. The Sicario had mirror shades that reflected the stark light pollution of the bare parking lot. He lit a cigarette and popped a pill, SMG discreetly concealed. The burner was ditched a few blocks back, rolled underfoot by the vehicle before it was parked and the rest of the distance walked.
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Post by Kai Rose on Nov 29, 2020 21:13:33 GMT -8
Kai remained Masked as they moved from one location to the next, quietly communicating Solomon's instructions as the pair had a moment away from Fawkes and changed into gear that was more appropriate for combat. She'd recommended that they stay Masked for concealment, and indicated that the fellow they were working with was a Winter Courtier named Fawkes. The Sun Banisher wanted the guns because he worked with their Arrayer. At this point, the guy was roughly adjacent to them in purpose.
Her attire for the conflict was simple - black athletic pants and a turtleneck she'd picked up from the thrift store. Beneath it was a thin layer of Kevlar, her answer to stray bullets that might manage to find her flesh. She was not apparently armed in that instant. There would be time.
To the Sun Banisher?
"Before we set things right in there... my name is Kai Rose, with Summer. Thank you for your help, Sun Banisher."
Casual, calm. Read the reaction.
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Post by Oren on Dec 3, 2020 14:11:28 GMT -8
Oren had an eye for aesthetic. This was painfully drab. But he too, remained Masked. After tonight, it had never felt tighter. Hundreds of threads organized into thin rows, wrapped around his face and pulled taut, digging into the skin. Sun Banisher?
The term. The title? It was unfamiliar to him. But it left him feeling cold and embittered. He was quite fond of the sun. He professed his love for it on several occasions. Granted, one was as a tulip and another was inconceivably amphibian, but it was love all the same. From the backseat, Penrose withdrew his trusted blade, still sheathed. There was something valorous about the whole ordeal. Something noble. Conquest! As the erred closer, he kept his eyes peeled.
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Post by Fawkes on Dec 3, 2020 22:09:40 GMT -8
The Mind Sculpture, who often prided herself in reading those like a book, continued to be bounced by the man's insufferably still expression. A long drag is taken from the cigarette, a leveled reflected stare offered to the pair. Oren offered no introduction, but he didn't seem invested in harvesting that particular nugget.
As he exhaled, a hand was extended, wrist flourishing in a mechanical tick as a high pitched whine blistered through the parking lot, picking up in pitch until the frequency was undetectable. Walking past the main office building, he stuffed his hands in his pockets, smoke swirling behind him as the glass from the window cracked alongside, bowing out before shattering. The shower swept like a current on the wind, coiling around the Elemental as it molded into a hideous amalgamation of knight's armour, human visage disappearing into a torrent of splitting shards.
Something primal tickled the backs of their minds, survivors of the Welkin Glade themselves, the sense of danger passing as quick as it came.
Advancing through the empty lot, cameras and lamps popped with the shower of glitter and twinkling eddies that quietly heralded the trio.
Shutters for several loading docks lined the sides of the windowless industrial storage, an employee exit further down the lot where several cars were parked in the shadows. The flash of a lighter is seen by Oren as one of the uniformed packers retreated outside for a smoke break. The eddies solidified into twirling points — knives ready to fire on their own volition, but thus far the Torrent did not engage.
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Post by Kai Rose on Dec 3, 2020 22:35:12 GMT -8
Who was this being of glass and iron will? To be shut out so was unnerving to the Polychromatic, whose connection to others was a supernatural thing. His hand extended and he dragged in shattered glass from an office building into a suit of armor...
"Stay sharp," she said to her partner.
From inside the car, Kai called down the Wyrd, dragging Glamour into tricks of luck and a crystalline bow firing arrows of pure light. She used her little prism to do a trick with the light as Fawkes started blowing them out, creating a pretty pattern that she dragged into the form of the bow. The Mask covered it all, leaving her with the appearance of a brunette female in athletic attire with a compound bow.
As the lights broke and darkness fell, Kai spotted the guy lighting up his cigarette and moved, taking a position next to a car and aiming her weapon at the man, snapping an arrow past his head into the darkness.
"Don't fucking move," she hissed.
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Post by Oren on Dec 4, 2020 10:16:01 GMT -8
The mirrorskin graced his tongue along the pad of his finger and put it to the air, drawing his blade in direction of the wind. He whispered the words of a bloodsoaked Romeo, a petition to war.
"Death, that hath suck’d the honey of thy breath, pray sweet Ambrosia that thou art swift."
The dramatic heightened conviction. Enriched the blood with something fierce. The blade was thin and simple. Analogue. There were many ways to cut and slice, myriad directions for flesh to be flensed, stretched, pulled taut, and left slack. Oren would have to settle for one.
Easy enough.
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Post by Krakenbox on Dec 5, 2020 0:47:41 GMT -8
As Kai drops a pun, before performing a little disco show while Oren announces his undying thirst for Ambrosia's blood, Fawkes may have chuckled. It was hard to tell, the audio warped and whistling through the ringing shards.
Oren's mind snaps like a hound, back towards the other side of the industrial warehouse that would span five minutes of travel. The smell of imagined greenery and the blooded rot of the Thorns fills his mind — She was in the Hedge, the entrance inside for the Elemental to hone in on.
As the arrow whistled past the man, he yelped in shock, dropping the cigarette, "Was that a fucking arrow?"
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Post by Kai Rose on Dec 5, 2020 2:03:00 GMT -8
"Uh-huh," Kai replied casually as she nocked another. "Numbers inside, your key and where Lucky and Marquel are - tell me the truth and you walk. Otherwise..."
She gave a little nod toward the next arrow all set on the string, letting his imagination do the work for her.
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Post by Oren on Dec 5, 2020 6:20:25 GMT -8
"She's in the weeds."
Oren casually pointed his blade in the general direction of the warehouse. He would charge on, but he decided to wait until Kai got all she needed from the lips of this laborer.
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Post by Krakenbox on Dec 5, 2020 18:11:48 GMT -8
It takes the man a moment to process the adrenaline and actually recognize Kai's questions, his eyes wandering to Oren's equally archaic weapon. Fawkes's orbiting shards go unnoticed, too bizarre for the human mind to clock as anything else but dust on the wind.
"Uh- n-numbers? Like...oh, the people?" he blinks, unsure about the gravity of his admission, but little loyalty or anchors to make the situation feel real enough to balk. "Twelve of us...Lucky's overseeing the payload. Marquel...? I dunno, man. I just keep my head down and collect my paycheck."
His eyes well a bit as he looks towards the door, before swapping to a stoic expression, "Got no key. I just text the boys to let me back in."
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Post by Kai Rose on Dec 5, 2020 18:30:05 GMT -8
"Twelve. Cool. Not enough." She fingered the arrow and drew it back, aiming right at the guy's face as she approached. "My friend with the fuckin' sword is going to watch you."
Fuckin' sword. She didn't say it out of a compulsive need to curse. She knew it was weird, and playing into the weirdly terrifying thing about being jumped in a back alley by a guy with a sword and a gal with a bow was her aim. Her face and the arrow left no room for nonsense. They'd be going in the second the door opened.
"No need to be a hero, bro. We just want to go say hi. Lay down any weapons and phones you've got, then you're going to quietly help us go inside, no fuss, no spoiling the surprise. After we're in there without any nonsense? You'll be free to run. Fuck around, though... I think you know what happens."
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Post by Krakenbox on Dec 8, 2020 19:35:35 GMT -8
The man just wanted to get out of there.
He moved slowly to withdraw the phone from his jacket. then, after a beat, lifted it to show the pistol, "Take it." Kai's practiced eye for veiled intent didn't indicate any sort of trap, more so terrified at the consequences of reaching for the gun with the given situation.
The frenzied glass around the Elemental hid any immediate expression, in fact he had not moved since their approach, apparently happy to let things play out.
Once the exchange was done, the storage unit employee shuffled to the door, "Umm. Can I text them...?" He looked helplessly at from the surrendered phone, to the door handle that seized as he tugged to make a show of it. Fawkes' growl had a whistling quality as he tapped the phone back with his foot, advancing to watch the messages for any warning given.
There was the sound of voices from behind the door as another similar uniformed individual, likely no older than sixteen, leaned out with a grin on his face as he chattered,
"Man that was fuckin' quick. Your girlfriend jack your smokes agai-"
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Post by Kai Rose on Dec 8, 2020 19:52:06 GMT -8
Kai took the weapon and put it in her belt, gesturing silently to the door and giving him a nod to allow him the text. She glanced to Oren to make sure he was ready to move, and when the door started to move, the Wizened took the element of surprise and slipped through suddenly, ducking around the kid...
Fuck. Was that what this was going to be? There was no time to think. The die was cast. She was inside, and that meant they had their entry. "Run," she whispered to them, aiming her bow at whoever was beyond.
She prayed they'd be smart.
Something in her heart, however, told her that was unlikely.
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Post by Oren on Dec 12, 2020 10:25:42 GMT -8
He took the opportunity to quickly jab his palm into the boy's throat before making the grab in order to incapacitate. No screaming. Maybe a little struggle. It needed to be quick, and this child needed to go down quietly.
He could have just as easily stabbed him. Penrose would have done that. The Mask did not crack, but the Method did. Something to think about later...
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Post by Krakenbox on Dec 15, 2020 20:06:33 GMT -8
Kai squeezed past the youth in the small space provided, moving in a manner of kinesthetic expertise. The warehouse was well-lit — harsh even — as one left the dim shroud of the early AM. Several full flat beds were lined up in front of the shutters, and ready to go with the arriving trucks. Steel racks ran the length of the large building; the end harder to make out with the pallets and loose cargo. One of the loaders running cellophane along the stacked product looked up to see Kai zipping through the door, and bow aimed with a warning. In the seconds that passed, a look of 'what the fuck' was met with another uniformed gangster shouting to get cover from behind the boxes.
Meanwhile, at the same time outside, the youth pressed up against the wall, eyes wide as he ducked away from the charging Elemental while reaching behind his belt. Whether the Mirrorskin was riding the high of his adrenaline, or too deep in his method acting to recognize that his hand-to-hand capabilities was limited to stage drama; the aimed chop glanced on the kid as his partner started to run away into the night.
Fawkes casually popped his neck, shards of the inhuman amalgamation thrumming as the shards spun and locked on their targets.
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