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 Posted: Sat Mar 18, 2006 4:11 pm
Edit:
"Wait in line, I have some questions to ask him..." Kit said to the man, he'll give him back to the guy after he was done.
"I want answers!" Kit growled at the animal, walking into the alleyway, "The hell is going on around here?!"
Kit paused, rolling his eyes, thinking, then he yelled at his little racoon again, "How did you get here from the spirit world? Huh?" He held his dagger with his teeth, but his gun was still on the raccoon's head.
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Posted: Sat Mar 18, 2006 4:26 pm
No way Athan was going to sit idly by while the stranger with the gun walked away with his prisoner. After stepping over the fallen Tanker, Athan followed the two into the alley.
"I don't think you heard me the first time."
He held an open hand out towards Kit and his hostage.
"Give me the damn racoon."
His tone was serious. Or, as serious as it could possibly be when considering what he was asking. He wasn't going to be polite to a guy that just up and stole what could possibly be a lead to the location of a petal.
Granted, a potentially stoned lead, but a lead nonetheless.
Athan, however, was completely unaware that a cadre of uniformed police officers were advancing into the alley behind him.
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Posted: Sat Mar 18, 2006 4:30 pm
"I have no idea the s**t you spoutin' man." The raccon looked as indignant as a smoking highschooler, "Spirit world my furry a**. I was raised in the getto."
"Now I offered you some of mah finest, and you only get more up in mah grill." The raccoon tried to shrug its shoulders under Kit's grip, "What's up wit dat?"
"Don't get me wrong, I get what yor piece is sayin'. You want me to hook you up with some of my peeps." He rolled his eyes, "They wouldn't apreciate it y'knaw? I don't wan ta blow my cred on just any old thing. But I'll tell ya what I know, fo shizzle?"
"Kay. All my homeboy's be all 'pset bout some craker a** chaos spirit laughin' at peeps an' s**t. Know what I'm sayin'? Was putting everyone on edge with his "bwahahaha" in. Too much atention from tha' spirt popos."
"Everyone was glaaaad as hell when that b***h packed his bags for gambino." The coon nodded, "But I see my luck ain't changin'."
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Posted: Sat Mar 18, 2006 4:34 pm
Edit: (Again) (Even more, I forgot something)
"I've been chasing that laughing spirit..." Kit asked, apparently, he got a little information from the "Ghetto" Raccoon.
Kit looked at the man demanding for the raccoon. He said through his teeth, which was holding the dagger, in a cool, yet sarcastic tone,
"How bout we share the thing, I get one half and you-"
The kitsune eyed the mob of policemen behind Athan.
"Watch out." He said casually, pointing his gun away from his hostage and a pull of the trigger, he shot, grazing one of the policeperson's shoulders.
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Posted: Sat Mar 18, 2006 4:44 pm
The guy was just being a smartass, and Athan was about ready to pop him one...up until the shot fired and a police officer cried out of either pain or surprise.
"Damn."
Athan stepped backwards, slipping his hand up over his shoulder, where his giant sword rested. These cops were the only thing standing in between him and Gambino island, where the racoon 'guide' said some guy named Chaos was.
"Only one way through this. Now you cops better get outta the way."
He dashed forward, sliding his sword from his back in the process. The large weapon was held out in front of him. The officers looked confused, three of whom attempted to draw their weapons from their holsters as Athan descended upon them.
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Posted: Sat Mar 18, 2006 4:54 pm
Kit holstered his gun and put the dagger in his hand to the raccoon's neck. He spoke normally again, proposing a deal to a guy who was obviusly very busy.
"Hey, whoever you are... Mr. Sword-guy! You want this little guy, right? How bout we go to Gambino like it says and work together to grab that spirit?"
Holding the raccoon by the tail in one hand and one of his daggers in another. Kit stabbed one of the stray policemen close to the stranger.
"I think we make a good team!"
Edit:
The raccoon grew heavy and kit was forced to drop it, it was a statue now. Yeah, that was a tanuki, ahh well, least he got the info he needed.
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Posted: Sat Mar 18, 2006 4:54 pm
"Now scuse me mah brotha, but the popos make me nervous." And with that he time to poof into a new form, this time a very heavy and near inpenettrable statue.
"Silly b***h, your weapons cannot harm me," The statue-coon said to the popos, "Don't you know who I am?"
The police on the other hand didn't know and didn't care, they were more concerned about the man with the sword. Three did try and draw their weapons, but Athan would have the advantage since only one got off a wild shot.
A fourth had jumped to the side and was now in the process of calling for backup on el radio.
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Posted: Sat Mar 18, 2006 5:04 pm
The one shot that was fired deflected off the edge of his sword. The force of the impact was hardly felt, although the blade did twitch slightly in response to it.
By the time Athan was within sword's reach of the officers (granted, sword's reach was about five feet for Athan), it was almost too late. The second and third men were not even able to fire their weapons as the blunt end of the sword was swung horizontally with enough force to crack a few ribs.
The resulting sound even caused Athan to wince as they caught the brunt of the blow, sailed back, and smacked against a nearby wall. The fourth officer was completely ignored, by the time backup would arrive, Athan would hopefully be long gone.
"If you want to team up, you better keep up!"
He shouted over his shoulder as he turned the corner and dashed out of the alley. The first officer fired a second round, which grazed Athan's arm and left a crimson streak on what was originally unflawed flesh.
Kit could have heard the fourth officer yelling into the radio "Suspect heading east towards the town gate! I repeat, suspect is heading east."
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Posted: Sat Mar 18, 2006 5:12 pm
"I've done enough running for a lifetime!" Kit yelled, "Time to make it two!"
He ran through the group of disabled policemen and paused for a moment, looking at the raccoon statue,
"Hey, thanks. 'Brotha'"
Before he caught up to Athan, he dashed at the fourth policeman on the radio, dagger in hand, and shoved him. He rushed the man as he fell back and swung his blade horozontaly a deep red mark appeared along the cut clothes, the wound seemed deep enough to kill. The blade covered in blood, he sheathed it and caught up with Athan,
"Where to now? Not very familiar with Gambino..."
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Posted: Sun Mar 19, 2006 8:38 pm
Owle and Rage walked into the shopping center, in search of food. They eventually ended up in front of a little fast food joint called "Steak to go."
The smell reminded Owle of the Firebrand, which is why she'd been drawn to it in the first place.
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Posted: Sun Mar 19, 2006 8:46 pm
"Huh. You wonder what they'll think of next," said Rage, shaking his head to exagerate what she had said. The woman behind the window was the kind of cheery that induced headaches, asking what the two sisters wanted. Apparently, their primary menu was steak... like they really needed to be reminded.
Rage's face turned a slight shade of red, so she just pulled her hat down further as the woman droned on. "We have steak, charbroiled steak, steak a la king, steak a la mode, steak pie, steak cake... my favorite, steak on a stick, steak with onions, stea --"
"JUST... regular steak, thanks, as rare as you can get it," said Rage, cutting the woman off. The order-taking woman looked towards Owle now, her smile looking almost plastered-on.
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Posted: Sun Mar 19, 2006 8:48 pm
"Steak on a stick, please," Owle ordered. "Medium rare."
She had never seen anyone put steak on a stick. It would be interesting to see them try.
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Posted: Sun Mar 19, 2006 8:54 pm
The woman pulled on the mic to reach her mouth. She was speaking to the cooks, apparently. "Crying Johnny farm style with a rotiseree slab no blood." She looked toward Rage for payment.
A moment later Rage was walking to a table with a slip of paper and an angry look on her face. "That much for two friggin' pieces of meat? I could have spent less time and money finding and killing an actual cow!" She was talking far too loud and was turning a number of heads.
"Your order will be ready in a few minutes!" Said the woman who took the order, seeming completely unphased.
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Posted: Sun Mar 19, 2006 8:59 pm
"But then we'd have had to cook it..." Owle said, trying to mollify her brother. Sister. Whatever.
"And you know the way you cook makes it hard to get anything close to rare..."
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Posted: Sun Mar 19, 2006 9:09 pm
Rage just mumbled something under her breath. Sitting down, she felt a little awkward doing so, mostly due to having a different center of gravity due to the obvious (and not-so-obvious) and having slightly longer legs for her adjusted height.
Rage nearly gave into the temptation to poke at her own chest just as Owle sat down, and quickly placed her hands on the table in front of her, druming on it and letting out a heavy sigh. "You don't think one of those petals is here, do you...?"
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