Python squirmed as the net weighed him down, the dart laying in his skin, but he wasn't affected by the tranquilizer. He tried to talk but only vibrations from his throat came out. He attempted to mimic human language, "Itssssss meeeeee."
the vibrations are is native language
edited 6th Aug '11 8:14:58 AM by draconiansuperior
Alice looked over the Shin-Yaal, licking her lips. "You'd be amazed what you can do with a dino. I got dibs on the heart, but a tail steak is a very nice meal. Legs... acquired taste. Tough but flavorful. Personally, I'd say boil 'em and make a stew, but if you're adventurous, go for it. The breast is alright, nothing special. Tastes like chicken. The entrails... well, an Uelane would eat them, but we're not quite so desperate. Now, the arms..."
She paused. "Wait, did it just speak?" Then she shrugged. "Nah, just hearing things. Anyways, the arms. Great meal, the arms are. Roast 'em over a spit, I say..."
edited 5th Aug '11 3:34:27 PM by KillerClowns
With a look of immense disappointment, Alice said, "Deinonychus?" She considered what she would do if he wasn't her alien team member, but instead some random talking dinosaur that had somehow gotten in her safehouse. She soon decided the best course would be to declare him too much of a security risk to be let free and eat him anyways.
"I've never eaten a dinosaur before... how do you know what one tastes like?"
He originally wanted to keep it as a pet, but if he wouldn't be a nice pet, Alice could eat it.
But then it said something!
"Cool! It's a talking dinosaur!"
He didn't even particularly care if it was Deino-whatever, he could talk!
edited 5th Aug '11 3:41:33 PM by CrystalGlacia
"Jack, you have debauched my sloth."Though she quietly smirked to herself, Alice struggled not to point out the obvious solution — murder some crackhead and steal his body — because she doubted the others would like it much. And Shin-Yaal probably wouldn't appreciate such a third rate body anyways.
edited 5th Aug '11 4:09:45 PM by KillerClowns
Fuckfuckfuck.
Scott cursed. "Okay, you moron, you probably should have seen this coming."
The Buck hadn't worn off yet. By Scott's estimate, he still had maybe ten good minutes of it left. If he remained hiding in the shadows, with his enhanced hearing picking up everything that was said, he might be able to gather even more valuable information.
"...robot or a hollowed out statue..."
Or maybe it would be better to just make his move now.
Given recent developments, the overall threat level of the criminals had to be re-evaluated. They were much more dangerous, but not dangerous enough that Scott was willing to take the hit to his wallet and his reputation if he were to abandon the job.
They were dangerous enough to warrant a more violent deterrent action than what Scott had previously had in mind.
And it remained a vague possibility that Scott was panicking just a bit. But if he was panicking, he could only imagine what Bakersfield and Patterson might feel once they heard the news. "Uncalled-for action" could turn into "Clean, efficient handling of the situation" in their eyes.
Get the job done, Adler.
With a nod of finality, Scott strapped the gas mask around his face. While the others had been busy talking, nobody had been checking to see if a few canisters of tear gas had mysteriously disappeared. They were too busy pissing their pants over Gant. They should still be pissing their pants, Scott thought. He betrays somebody once, who's to say he won't do it again, so long as there's a bigger fight—
Wait.
Cain. Cain. Gant wasn't impressed by anybody else, but Cain was definitely acting a bit too high-and-mighty to be your run-of-the-mill fucker. So if Cain is going to be on their side for the money, and Gant's not going to get a good fight against mall-cop security teams...
It would be pointless to try and bring him back over now. As far as he was concerned, Gant was an enemy and always would be an enemy. But, given the right circumstances, he could become an enemy working for Scott.
Scott nodded. There was still a way to salvage the situation. But besides the gas, what else do I have?
The Buck kicked in, flipping the overdrive switch on his senses. He took in everything comprising his surroundings, from the pile of trash sitting against one side of the building, to the ratty coat lying on the ground, to the crowbar sitting next to a stack of crates, to the sports car parked in front of the warehouse—
Scott smiled.
Yanking the coat off the ground revealed several empty beer bottles. He scooped one off the ground and uncapped it. Dashing over to the abandoned sports car, Scott forced open the gas door and filled the bottle with gasoline. A quick yank ripped away a portion of his shirt; taking care to hold it away from his body, he doused it in gasoline as well.
We all know how this goes, don't we?
Normal people ran when confronted with danger. Scott wanted to weed out and identify the abnormal; those who took the unconventional approach to danger. And then he could gas them all. Plus, he was reasonably certain that this would destroy any ammunition or arms stored inside the warehouse.
Scott climbed up to the top of the roof once more. Making sure that even his enhanced hearing could barely pick up the sound of his own footsteps, he made his way downstairs.
Cheers, fuckers.
Heat washed against his back as he turned and ran back up the stairs to the rooftop. Without hesitating, he leaped back across to his original roof.
Scott narrowed his eyes. But Cain and Gant will check here first...
The wind whistled through his ears as he fell down the side of the building. With a light thud, he came to a stop at the end. The impact didn't even jar his legs.
From here, he had a clear view of the now-burning warehouse, and a pretty good angle from which he could lob gas canisters. All that remained was to wait, stay hidden, and observe.
edited 5th Aug '11 5:35:12 PM by Chubert
Whatcha gonna do, little buckaroo? | i be pimpin' madoka ficsI'm not actually sure which building is burning because the safehouse is supposed to be all concrete.
"Who else smells something burning?" Bianca asks. "Someone check outside. Quick." She gathers up the tools and metal plates in her skirt, not caring that her legs are exposed. "Did you two bring an accomplice?"
Warm hugs and morally questionable advice given here. Prosey Bitchfest

Alice pointed in the direction the dinosaur had gone and said, "this is gonna be fun!"
Alas, I am stuck babysitting a small child... I may be some time.