Outside Junior's Club
Jean popped the passenger door open and stepped out into the chilly night. Even a block away, she could hear the thumping, bassy kick drums sounding off from Junior's Club.
"Thank you for the consideration," Jean said, politely. Keep contacts at arm's length. "But I'll be fine."
Jean stretched and flexed, holding her golf club overhead.
"Let's get in. I've had two coffees and I'm feeling energetic enough to dance with strangers. Be that actual dancing or the dance that involves weapons."
Jean flashed Georgia a smile and started walking towards the club with a bounce in her step. Nightclubbing. Not even the worst of the things that would disappoint her parents if they knew about. Night clubbing—hitting things with a golf club late at night—was probably worse.
edited 16th Nov '16 12:03:16 PM by opnerf
North - Residential Complex
Some of the guys hauled Barnes into cover just as more fire blazed in his direction. Not out of any priority, it just seemed like general suppressive shooting.
"If we had bigger bangers, we'd show 'em," growled a raccoon Faunus by his elbow, who looked as if he was itching to use his pipe on someone.
Not a few of the Dirt Kings and their ilk were cursing the fact that the Sons were made up of guys who had family in the Yeomanry, hence their military grade hardware.
To Vanessa and Adrian, one of the Sons perched at window merely spat in their direction. "Hows about y'all sod off instead! We were here first!" There was the sound of a striker going off and a firebomb hurled in their direction.
Combat mode, engage
North
Vanessa kept charging forward even as the projectile sailed towards her. Then when it had almost hit her the swords-woman dropped and slid under the projectile, coming back to her feet once it had passed over her head. She resumed her mad charge and was on the gang member within a moment. "Bad decision, you're mine now." She commented cooly a second before she kicked off the ground, swinging her swords at his chest in an "X" shape.
-dramatic music ensues-
North
Once Vanessa dodged the firebomb, Adrian utilized his Semblance to create a pair of gates, allowing the firebomb to pass through, and reappear among a nearby group of Sons of Guns. "Wrong answer, now y'all better get yer asses ready for a thrashing!" He laughed, before raising his axe and charging towards another Son of Guns, swinging Vega at his chest.
edited 16th Nov '16 9:54:27 PM by svenorzokarkoff
Is this your power, Yagami?
Southeast Footbridge
Boden looked around in confusion, first at Onihime and her current companion. Then at the bodies and the Razorgrrl. Then back again. "I'm not really sure what's going on," he began with a shrug of his shoulders as he cracked his knuckles and took a breath, "But is she botherin' ya, Onihime?"
"I am nature's weapon. You are unfit to carry on your species, and I shall ensure that you do not do so!" - Charles Darwin, XCOM Sniper
done w ur shit
Southeast Rumble
"This little morsel? Why, not at all. In fact, I'm quite overjoyed at her presence."
That sharp sharp grin makes another appearance.
"I thought I had scared almost everyone into no longer wanting to challenge me. Imagine my joy when I find that is no longer the case!"
North
Onyx came rocketing down with his lance and crashed into the ground in the center of a group goons, a small aura shockwave bursting out before he swung his lance around in a circle aiming to knock away any goons that were still standing. "You bastards messed with the wrong area. I don't much appreciate you assholes creepin in on my territory."
That's just how it is on this bitch of an earth
Southeast Footbridge
Maggie puts a hand on her crowbar. Yeah, bringing Bolt along definitely would've been a good idea. Regret could come later though.
"So're we going to kick some asses or what?"
off the shits
Junior's
"it'll be the second one." The Dragon said plainly and climbed out themself, flipping the machete in their hand a few times. As they approached the door, they held up a hand and opened the door for Jean. "go ahead on in first, i wanna see what you can do."
Junior's Club
Are you throwing me to the wolves?
"I'm not a firestarter, you know," Jean said. "I'll back you up if I must, but I'd like to resolve this diplomatically if I can."
Jean turned back to look at Georgia.
"I like coming to this club normally, so if I can't come back, then I'll be very sad," she said. She pouted, pushing up her bottom lip with her finger. Then, she handed Georgia her golf club—there was no way for her to conceal it, anyway. "Now, normally you can't get squat out of Xiong types without money or violence, but I'd like to try something. If it doesn't work, I'll be needing my golf club."
Jean headed inside unarmed and unchecked by the bouncers. She bled into the dance crowd effortlessly, almost disappearing from sight if not for her ears sticking out over top, and emerged out the other side with a ruffled dress and hair. She headed straight for the bar and sat down, gesturing to call attention to the barkeeper.
Stop Killing My Titles
North
Both Obadiah and Millot would be able to spot a grim sight heading the same way as them; a couple of armored vans in dark colors, rumbling on six wheels each. They had no designations other than a single golden star on each of the van's sides, but that alone was designation enough.
The Man was in town and his hardiest and most merciless of men were there with him.
Two APC's rolled right into the fray, unloading a dozen of armored personnel each as they went about to lock the place up with themselves, effectively denying the street level as an escape route. Each of this men was armed to the teeth, riot shield in one hand and batons in the other. Two lines of twelve Order Enforcers organized on one end of the street and began a quick, steady march while drumming a rhythm on their riot shields. Diana's Haka, they called it, for OE has been long regarded as nothing but Staff Officer Diana Temis' beatstick and personal attack dog. It just so happened that youth gangs of Vale were their favorite target.
The APC on the other end of the street fired a couple shells into the general crowd of the juvies; those were soon - and unfortunately - revealed to be tear gas canisters, designed to break on impact to emit the agent. One particularily unlucky schmuck from Dirt Kings got hit directly in the chest, but the general purpose of the shots was to neutralize the juvies in the building and near it for OE officers to come in and apprehend them.
No "drop your weapons", no "hands up". OE has been known for doing things just like juvies would do them; fast and dirty.
Froggy Struggles With Her Diplomacy Skill
"...Froggy just told what she wants." The girl huffed before taking another long sip. Might as well be blunt. "Boss wants some place to stash a bunch of totaled machines. Gathered some stuff from that CCT attack, so we might as well make use of it, right?"
"Froggy was sent to scout out for places to hide it somewhere for a bit, somewhere where not a soul would look." She shrugged and took another sip, taking brief moment to marvel at the pretty rabbit Faunus that just joined the bar society. "So Froggy went here, because this is the best place for getting info like that."
grah
done w ur shit
Junior's, At the Bar
The bartender notices another fucking kid approaching his bar, and while he gives absolutely zero physical signs, you can tell he just sighed internally.
Turning back to Froggy, he hmms.
"Try the northwest. Should be a few abandoned warehouses out that way. If you go deep enough into Westie territory, but past all marked and claimed spots, you could carve out a nice hideaway that the cops won't bother."
He shrugs.
"Best I've got, for now. Pay up."
Junior's Club
Jean drummed her fingers on the counter to the music's beat. She placed a loose lien note on the counter. "A club soda, please," she said.
"Also—" Jean said. "I'm here to keep the peace. If you know anything about a missing weapons shipment, it would be very helpful if you'd let me know."
Jean crossed her legs.
"If it's not found soon, there will be fighting, infighting, cops, and with all the hustle and bustle, things will get just that much harder for...whatever it is you boys like to get up to when you're not pretending to just be bouncers and bartenders," Jean said. She winked. "And you can certainly expect more kids coming here and asking you dumb questions."
Junior's Bar
Georgia took Jean's golf club and nodded. All they said as she walked away was, "good, nobody should start fires here but me." They refrained from entering the dance floor or otherwise participating for now, instead opting to stick against the wall. As they did so, their rough skin shifted and turned darker, emphasizing the shadows on their face and minimizing The Dragon's presence in the bar for now.
North, Residential Complex Down The Street From the Clinic
For all the glorious violence that Adrian, Vanessa, and Onyx were wreaking on little groups of the Sons, they were still the amateur league compared to what Vale's Finest could do. Their progress fighting into the complex sheltered them from the worst.
And right outside, the Sons and the Kings roiled and lashed like wounded animals. More than a few dropped their weapons and ran. Too many turned their weapons down onto their attackers. The sound of a Yeomanry HMG from the building's upper floors raked one of the APCs with rounds.
Southeast Footbridge
Typical of many Valoran juvies, the new odds didn't occur to the Prospect (she bore a white feather rather than the stained-red one that was the mark of the Razorgrrls) or her hit squad immediately. Instead, the girl waved her cleaver in a quick and efficient circle right as her five mooks raised their own weapons and charged at the trio.
From the foot bridge came the sound of a striker hitting a chemical trigger and the acrid stench of a spice bomb. From the bushes came the rustling sound of more attackers and something looked to be moving amidst the playground fixtures.
edited 20th Nov '16 1:12:11 AM by KR_Vandal
Fwomph
North, towards Residential Co-
Black vans. Worse, armored black vans. Yeah uh... Millot was immensely angry at whatever asshat set off the bomb that caused his favorite bell flask to come crashing to the floor but there was no way that he'd tango with the police to get his pound of flesh. So, with a heavy sigh and a grumble of discontent he slipped his ballistic mask off and slipped into the nearest building that he knew was at the very least friendly to his gang.
North, the Clinic
That being here, which he stumbles into and sets his blade either next to the door or in the umbrella stand if there is one.
"S-some b-bothersome lad seems to have been brazen enough to warrant a police effort..."
It's clearly a case of backroom political albumizing.
Combat mode, engage
North
Vanessa turned to look over her shoulder at the men in black masks utterly stomping the gang members just outside. "Well dammit, it looks like our time is being cut short. Sucks to be you boys, I suppose." She commented pilfering a few bombs off one of the gang members she had taken down. The blonde looked over at Onyx and Adrian. "I suggest you two get out of here quickly, don't want you to get caught up in what I'm about to do to them."
The she screamed at the top of her lungs: "Someone help me! They've held me here for days!" Before throwing a bomb at the wall, creating a makeshift exit to the back of the building. Vanessa promptly dove out the new exit, hiding in a nearby dumpster.
-dramatic music ensues-
North
Adrian tsked in disappointment as he heard the rythmic pounding of Diana's Haka. "Killjoys." He muttered, sheathing his axe and opening a gate back to Artemis' clinic. "Oi, let's go." He called to Onyx before jumping through the portal.
North
Onyx looked around at the chaos going on and quickly put away his weapon, a bit disappointed at the lack of an actual time fighting after all this time, but dashed away none the less.
done w ur shit
Junior's Bar
"Hmph. You've made your point. Still gonna have to pay."
He gets out the glass, carefully drops in the ice, and pours.
"Last anyone heard, they're in the South sector. Someone saw a truck, loaded with crates and all shot up, driving, hell bent for leather out of the North. Best guess? He's stashed them away in some barn."
Southeast Footbridge
"Haha! Good, good."
As the group approaches, Kin's hand shoots out. She ducks low, briefly, in order to seize one of the oncoming girls by the ankle. She then proceeds to hoist her into the air and swing her around, smacking the rest of her group with the unfortunate girl.
"Boden! Do you want to go now, or wait until I've dealt with the interlopers?"
Stop Killing My Titles
Police At Work
There was no turning back once bullets rang against the APC. Ever thicker plates of armor gave solid protection against small bursts of fire as the vehicle moved, loading a proper shell this time before unloading the stunning payload right where the insolent shooter hid. If it hit him straight on and made mincemeat of his torso? Probably no one was going to care.
The same, to a lesser extent, applied to the ones who charged at two lines of OE's. There was no mercy to be found in the same, masked expressions, shield by shield, as the batoning began. The hits were quick, rough and used the old, tested and proven overhead swing straight on the head. If that wouldn't work, more would follow. Nobody said OE has ever been kind with their captives, especially in face of resistance. Like clockwork, they used the same motions as they steadily brought down a juvy by juvy, without any mercy or compassion.
Those unfortunate enough to not get under a police baton would find themselves the target of the second row of OE's, beanbag shells flying out to incapacitate them. Unlike their peers from the frontline, those didn't bother to avoid any weak spots. The second APC rumbled over once the fighting - if that desperate lashing out could be called as such - ceased, shoving the apprehended and previously disarmed youths into the confines of the van. One part of the response team would head away to deal with that part of scum while the other would clear up the building, confiscate any tech that shouldn't be there and probably pick up what was left of the HMG operator.
Junior's
"Rightcha!~" There we go, the deal's been done. Froggy pulled out her wallet - pastel pink and decorated with contrasting stickers resembling various rides that have seen their derby - before giving the right sum. She's made sure to read up the booklet Turtle was kind enough to provide her with, so she wouldn't pay someone too much or too little. "Here you go, Mister. Thanks!"
Hmmm... but now the rabbit girl was asking about those curious weapon shipments. Somewhere in the South, Black Bear said. Well, she had to relay that to Turtle. Who knows, he could send someone there, too. Froggy would help twofold!
"...can Froggy stay at the bar some more? Froggy still has her soda to finish." She asked sheepishly, gesturing to the glass.
grah
Junior's Club
"All in due time, dear," Jean said.
Jean sipped her drink, adding an awful punctuation to her sentence.
"By the way, are you new? I don't seem to recall your face," Jean said. She cocked her head in Froggy's direction. "I mean, northwest Vale? Duh. There's nothing up there. I could've told her that. I wouldn't pay a dime for that kind of info. Also—"
Jean swapped the order of her crossed legs and sipped her drink some more.
"Is it standard procedure to freely give information and then ask for payment? I've no doubt the bouncers would stop me if I tried to walk out now, but that seems like an unnecessary hassle both to them and your boss, don't you think?"
Oh, hey, I finally posted again!
So the little weapon bandit hightailed it through the South sector?
Harold Brunswick seemed to have hit the jackpot. Having originally internally cursed his being beaten to the barkeep by the two girls, he managed to turn it to his advantage. He first ordered a Shirley Temple to make sure he would appear to have a reason to hang around there, then proceeded to listen to the conversation while drinking (Thank Gaia for hare ears).
Well, then I better get moving, Harold thought to himself, paying the waitress and heading for the door. If I'm going to be the guy who gets the goods, I better move quickly...
Apologies if this seems god-moddy, but I needed to make a post, and besides, considering the type of luck my characters have, I half-expect him to be caught.
edited 24th Nov '16 4:17:16 PM by Aquatica1000
That's just how it is on this bitch of an earth
Southeast
Oh, looks like they came prepared. The spice bomb's smell singed Maggie's nose as she tries to trip up any of the group Kin might've missed. Corvy might not be flashy, but it sure was good for breaking shins.
off the shits
Just outside Junior's bar
The Dragon pulled into a spot a block down from Junior's bar and killed the engine, then rolled their head over to Jean. "like, you need a second to think about it, or do you wanna just go do this thing and figure it out after?" They asked as they snatched their elaborately decorated machete from the car's center console, then raised an eyebrow at her to wait for an answer before acting.