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| Topic Started: Fri Sep 2, 2011 9:52 am (242 Views) | |
| Bear Cook | Tue Sep 13, 2011 3:23 am Post #16 |
 
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Banagher heard the shout from Steam, tell him to jump left, and he did so as the steam started to cover the area. The snake-man's lunging head flying past him and biting into the shoulder of one of his allies, Banagher knew it was time to take action. With a short burst of speed he got to the man's body before the head realized it had not bitten Banagher, he grabbed the lower part of the man's neck and started to squeeze it, shifting into his hybrid form so his hands could completely fit around it's neck, squeezing the life out of the snake-man. Though this probably wasn't the best idea, it struck back and coiled around Banagher, trying to squeeze him to death first. Banagher started to dig his blunt claws into it's neck, slowly tearing through the skin as he himself was slowly choking, it was a test of will power and strength, of which Banagher knew he was the superior. He felt the body go limp, the strangling slowly stopping as he dropped to his hands and knees, coughing and sucking in air, a little bit long and he could have been the one on the ground. He looked up to see a few more people just barely within sight, he stood up and walked over to them, slamming his hands into the sides of their head's or dodging a strike, stepping in and slamming both palms into their chests, he could feel bones give and break under his strength. He would use this steam as cover and slowly take down his enemies. |
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| Ogre | Tue Sep 13, 2011 7:22 am Post #17 |
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Steam eliminated sight, and to have something lost, particularly a sense, only provided to further anger all of the things that could not see, that could not so easily conform to their lack of ability to know where their targets were, to know where the very things that they wanted to kill were. Rage bred stupidity, multiplying and overtaking the criminal scum as they shouted angrily, profane words passing their lips as they were taken out one-by-one by their unseen foe. This was what made the Steam Punk such a dangerous sort of vigilante, his ability to take over a situation, to eliminate and enrage his opponents to making a mistake and ultimately losing in a fight against him before being quickly imprisoned by the guards. This situation was no differant. Even as one of the criminalsmanaged to find Ogre in all of the steam, he was soon-after bitten by his own leader, a grand thing, completely incidental. And even amongst all of the sounds of confusion, of stomping feet and loud words, Steam could still hear as many people as possible finding the door and windows, leaving as quickly as possible and escaping the scene of the crime, possibly to report this intrusion to their other leaders. With just a half dozen people left still searching for the coko and the hero, Ogre decided that it was best to finally break the steam, clicking his tongue a few times, the tinny sound effected by his mask ringing out as the fog finally started to lift, slowly vanishing as the hero went back to where he had left his cloak, putting it back on as the last of the steam vanished, leaving him, Banagher the snake-leader, and a few other thugs that were looking around with confusion. Most eyes settled upon the two strangling each other, and soon-after there were only two thugs left, who watched closely for a moment at their fallen boss before quickly leaving the building. A somewhat victorious sigh passed by the vigilante's lips as he ran his fingers beneath the hood of his cloak and through his red dreaded hair, hidden just behind his head and away from sight. Things hadn't gone exactly as according to plan as he had hoped, but everything seemed to otherwise work out in the end. Steam and Banagher had won the first fight, and there were probably a couple left to go through before the night was open. "Sto... Banagher, you really need to get your anger issues looked into..." He mused about, walking over to the unconcious body of the spell-modified man, his body beginning to move back into its normal placement as the masked hero turned to his companion, eyeing the woudned leg for all of a moment, "Also that leg... It isn't looking too good." He uttered, a slight seething, not even wanting to imagine just what the over-zealous snake-themed leader had probably coated his fangs in as he looked down to the unconcious body, placing his boot firmly on the head to make sure it didn't go anywhere or try to do anything. |
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| Bear Cook | Wed Sep 14, 2011 1:52 am Post #18 |
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Banagher grunted, looking back to Steam Punk, "I'm not gonna be all to useful if we have to move around a lot... but at least it's not venom, he covered his teeth in well... fecal matter, I believe there is some water behind the bar, and some alcohol to sterilize the wound." He needed to keep everything clean, it was how the monastery did it, he limped behind the bar, finding a small barrel of water there, using it to ladle water over his wounds, taking a nearby towel to scrub the wounds. Once the area was clear he quickly found the strongest smelling alcohol he could, pouring it into the wound, he growled as it bubbled and burned his wound, it would clean it, but it hurt like having a two foot long needle jammed into his leg. He limped back towards Steam, looking towards the back of the bar, two more people walking out, one was rather tall and broad, his neck having the designs of a King Cobra on it... then his neck flared out, showing the same hood a cobra would have. While the other one was odd looking, he smiled, showing jagged and cracked teeth, a bright green liquid dripping from his lips, he took off his gloves to show the same liquid dripping from his fingers. Banagher looked at the two, looking back to Steam Punk, "Who do you want, the big stupid looking one or the scrawny ugly one? Personally, I couldn't care which, neither of them seems like much of a threat to me." He saw the big one grit his teeth while the scrawny one just shrugged and tapped his foot, they were waiting for them to make the first move. |
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| Ogre | Wed Sep 14, 2011 8:42 am Post #19 |
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Ogre made a clear and tinny sound of disgust, as altered slightly by his metal mask, that this idiot would do something so gross as cover his very fangs in fecal matter, it was a disturbing thought, and he didn't even want to know when the crazy bastard would have put the crap, literally, on his teeth nor why. It was disturbing and didn't matter since the man had lost and his head wasn't going anywhere any time soon, even if he were concious, Steam Punk was clearly stronger than he was, and no matter how strong the snake-themed fanatic might have been, somebody's boot usually being on a person's head was a good dissuasion for that person to not try anything stupid under threat of their very skulls being crushed beneath aforementioned boot. The vigilante let a sigh pass by his lips as he watched and waited for his ally to quickly clean the wound up and made his way back to Ogre and the unconcious snake-person. Of course, right about the time that the masked hero was actually about to say something, two mroe men came out from behind the bar... Already he was starting to piece together the operational heirarchy. The man whose head was currently under Steam Punk's boot was the leader of the muscle, the front-men who did the majority of the dirt work, the one with the king cobra-style hood was the secondary manager, who dealt with the things less known about by the world as a whole, and the one with the jagged teeth and the actual venom was the leader, the one that truly nobody could actually touch... it was something too dangerous to do. And this was not the first time that Ogre had come across this criminal organization type, and seeing that the two men were without their lackeys, he had a generally good idea of what was going to happen next. "Sto... Let me guess, you two are about to..." Before he could even finish the sentence they dived for the nearest broken open window as quick as a flash, and with Steam's placement and Banagher's wound, neither of them would have been able to stop them, even if they did make the first move and charge them. "... Run and regroup with your thugs to plan how to kill us... yep." He sighed, holding a genuine lack of surprise at the situation. It was almost sad how many times that had happened. "Three psychotic snake-themed brothers, sto, each running differant parts of the same organization under an idea that was initially started out by the green-bubbly-covered one..." Ogre sighed and mused, taking his boot off of the head of the snake-brother whose features seemed to have been modified for the idealism of the constrictor and instead sat upon his back, boots placed both upon the head in case he actually woke up, "Sto... Banagher, was it? Would you mind explaining to me just why you hadn't gone to the guards about this?" Edited by Ogre, Wed Sep 14, 2011 8:43 am.
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| Bear Cook | Fri Sep 16, 2011 3:50 am Post #20 |
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Banagher saw the two other snake themed men... what could be going on here, was the entire gang here tonight... he thought they were much larger then around twenty thugs and three enforcers. Banagher tried to leap forward to give chase, but flinched from his wound, he wouldn't be running any time soon. He turned to Steam when he was done speaking, "I said 'the boss and his three brothers' I don't think the head honcho was here, after all, the best meal has a bit of mystery to the spices, same goes for organizations. As for the guards... the ones I told were apparently being bribed by the gang, when I told other guards about it they said it was out of their jurisdiction and said I'd have to go get real proof before they do an internal investigation. So it was either get proof and do a lot of paperwork and watch as a ton of red tape is used, in which time the bribed guards would have had more then enough time to escape. I chose vigilantism because it was the fastest and cleanest way to keep these guys off the streets." Personally he disliked what he was doing, but it was best to keep everyone on the market street safe. He limped to a chair, sitting down to rest for a bit, looking back to Steam Punk, "Now what about you Steam Punk. What do you plan on doing with a knocked out snake-man. The guards won't take him in unless you can pin a crime on him, otherwise he'll spend a night in jail, get healed up, and be back on the streets in the morning. So unless we can find some kind of evidence in this place we might as well just leave him where he is." He hated that about some guards, if someone was brought in under false charges they usually ended up being given a ton of gold to stay quite, he had heard it was a scam done often enough that they needed to see evidence before taking in someone, well that's just how the world is. |
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| Ogre | Fri Sep 16, 2011 8:58 am Post #21 |
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"Sto... so, great, there's one that's going to be even more difficult to touch than the one with the venom. Sto, there goes the whole of my thoughts on this..." Ogre muttered after Banagher was done. And for smoe reason, the mutt had this feeling that the last one, possibly the one most itnertwined with this whole snake-theme probably looked like a naga or something, truly half snake half man, probably with venemous teeth and a long body, probably the worst parts of all three brothers thrown into one packaging. Constriction, Venom, Intimidation... Steam was really going to have a difficult time with this, but on the plus side there was one less thuggish leader in the group, something that was sure to force one of the other brothers to take action, or maybe even the acidic one would get tasked to dealing with the front-line sorts. Then again, Ogre could have been completely wrong about everything, maybe the brother-- the boss -- was actually the only one that was actually a normal non-modified human and had no reason to do something like make himself look like a snake just to sell the idea, maybe he didn't even have so much as a snake for a pet! Then again, knowing Ogre's luck, the boss probably had giant anacondas for pets... A lovely thought. A sigh passed by Steam Punk's lips, the sound made tinny by his copper mask as he lowered his head for just a moment, looking down at the unconcious snake-man for just a moment as he tried to regian control of his thoughts. The sleepless nights was once again beginning to take its toll on his poor mind, he couldn't keep running like this but at the very least he could force himself to keep going until morning... Who knew, maybe he would actually get the day off from blacksmithing so that he could just go ahead and sleep in... Of course, such a thing would have to wait until after he repaired Amalia. OGre brought the sword to lie in his lap for a moment, still as he stared for a moment at the hole that was filled with melted scrap pieces. He would definately need to fix Amalia before he even went near a bed. "Sto, I have somewhere I can put this freak until we get enough evidence... Friggin' Cascadia, sto... Figuring out new ways to screw up the justice system. Sto, I hear in Kellan the guards are still prone to beating somebody without reprecussions on the mere suspicion of having killed somebody. Sto, so why did Cascadia have to go and come up with all of these loop-arounds? And actually, Sto, Ban, you're actually going to have to worry about this new-law order punishing you. You've got a couple of dozen thugs who are willing to testify that the Bear-Elf Cook along with Steam Punk raided their bar for no apparent reason." It was a sad truth to realize, but with this freakish sort of legal system that Cascadia seemed to have, at least from Banagher's report, he was much more at fault for what happened at this bar than the thugs were, and at least Ogre had the alter-ego to hide behind. |
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| Bear Cook | Sun Sep 18, 2011 4:44 am Post #22 |
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Banagher listened to him for a while, but he gave him an incredulous look when he mentioned 'Bear Elf', did he really look like an elf... his father was a were-bear and his mother was human, he had no elven blood in him... he just had very odd ears is all. He shrugged before speaking back to his ally, "I'm a human were-bear... I just have long ears, also I've got an alibi, according to a rather rich and influential noble I've been at his house the entire night cooking meals. I'll just take the back alleys to his house and enter in the back. If the thugs talk it'll be their word against a food loving noble's word who, more often then not, ends up paying for a lot of the guard's replacement weapons so that they can keep Cascadia safe. They wouldn't go against him for fear of losing a steady supply of new weapons." He started for the door, he needed to get moving before sunrise, he needed to rest and prepare for the day ahead, he would be cooking all day for that noble in payment for the alibi. Just before he stepped out, he turned back to Steam Punk, "Well I'll be leaving town in the the day after tomorrow. If we meet again I hope we can work together to take down these thugs and keep the common man safe." He waved goodbye and made his way out, taking to the alleys immediately. He slowly made his way through the twists and turns, trying to get out of the area as fast as possible at his limping gait. He hoped Steam could keep the snake-man under lock and key until he got some evidence... Cascadia needed some proof before jailing him for more then a night. Though most of all he hoped Steam Punk would keep up his fight for justice... so that people like himself could work the days and nights without being harmed. |
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| Ogre | Sun Sep 18, 2011 9:32 am Post #23 |
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"Sto... I wish I had such an alibi to fall back on... Then again I don't have to worry so much about getting caught, just about getting killed." Ogre chuckled ilghtly to Banagher's words, shrugging off what he said about simply being a human with weird and pointy ears. Something like that would of course explain some bearded elves that the vigilante had seen in the past, "The ability to fight twisted truth with money and power..." Steam Punk paused for just a moment as he thought over Banagher's alibi for everything that had happened... A nobleman who paid for the guards' replacement weapons... By the time the thought had struck him of just who the bear might have been relying on for his alibi, he was gone... Into the night and the alleyways, and though Ogre could very easily catch up with him, he chose not to... to instead simply allow him to vanish into the night for the time being, and besides, he had to worry about getting "Daddy Long-Neck" (as he was planning on calling him,) to a good place to imprison him. Once more, Ogre looked Amalia over, sliding his gloved hand over the spot where she had been silenced. By tomorrow she would sing again as she glided through the air, but for tonight she would merely have to wait. Though he could feel it, he could feel that she was happy to be in hands she could once more trust. Though so many of her kin were kidnapped into the night, he was going to be sure to rescue all of them even if it meant his life. Sliding her blade through his belt loop, Steam quickly stood to his feet, turning around and picking the snake-man up, slinging him over his shoulders as he tossed the hover disc to the ground, stepping on it, then crouching down and hovering off at a nice speed out of the small tavern-wannabe and flying off into the night sky. A sigh passing by his lips, he still felt like he was going to pass out at any given second, but he managed to keep strong throughout the night, making his way back to the forge and getting inside. The first thing that Ogre did when he entered the familiar area of the forge was toss the snake-man to the ground, and the carefully place Amalia onto a weapon rack. For just a moment he paused, looking the poor girl over... it was a moment wasted as he heard the door to the forge open once rmoe, allowing him to turn and see his master walking in, a sigh of relief then passing by his lips. "Damnit, Ogre!" The forgemaster groaned as he shut the door behind him, noting the unconcious body on the floor, "What have I told you about leaving trash all over the place?" A chuckle came by the vigilante's lips as he simply shrugged, removing the mask from his face and opening his cloak for Saman to fly free from the cloak, his companion wisp so skilled at making it look like nobody could see a damn thing. "Sto... What can I say? I night on the town and a few snakes makes a mess... Can I, uh... Sto, have the keys to the cellar?" |
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