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 Posted: Mon Feb 25, 2008 7:58 pm
after grabbing both the clubs from the police and throwing them away, auron grabs his cane and points it at one of the police officers, smiling as a shot fires out of the base of it "didn't your mother teach you to respect your elders?" he says, crushing the other officers arm underneath his left foot
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Posted: Tue Feb 26, 2008 3:14 pm
Storm and her silent shadow sit calmly, alternating sips from the same glass of water and watch the chaos explode around them. She frowned slightly when Auron starts hurting the officers. The drow seemed to be speaking to John.
"See, that wasn't very nice."
John nodded and hand the water back to his wife, after taking his drink.
"I know. If you are going to kill someone, just kill them. Don't go through with the hassel of beating the s**t out of them, unless you absolutly have to."
"I know!"
"So, do you have any names yet?"
Storm started, not expecting this sudden turn.
"W-what names?"
"For our child. Do you have any names yet?"
"I'm not pregnant."
"Sure you are."
"No, really I'm not."
"Yes, really you are."
Storm sighed. You just couldn't win an argument with the man.
"I don't remember why I married you sometimes..."
John chuckled and the couple returned their attention to the fight again.
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Posted: Tue Feb 26, 2008 3:23 pm
Samson smiled as he watched the officer engulfed in flames fall into the bar.
Agent Samson: "Call them in!"
The door to the bar was knocked down, and windows were shattered as the bar filled with SWAT officers, each holding a rifel at the bar's remaining occupants.
Agent Harper: "Assaulting an officer is a particularly ugly offense."
Agent Samson: "On the plus side, we no longer have to say please."
The two agents removed their own pistols from their coats.
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Posted: Tue Feb 26, 2008 6:40 pm
Kibo: HAHA! My kids could beat the s**t out of your entire jurisdiction without breaking a sweat. Now imagine what their father can do.
He snapped his fingers, and the SWAT shields turn to sand, then their rifles turn to snakes. Samson and Harper's pistols exploded in their hands.
Kibo: I was a pirate since before your great great grandparents were even born. Do you think I give a s**t about what the law thinks?
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Posted: Tue Feb 26, 2008 7:06 pm
auron simply chuckles and scratches the back of his head, his appearance suddenly changing to the look of a twenty year old as he smiles "good to be back in action" he says, popping his neck and sighing as he slides his hands into his pant pockets "you should have just left us alone" he says, drawing an american-made Desert Eagle and pointing it down at the officer beneath him "just go and I'll spare this mans life, no need for any unnecessary force"
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Posted: Tue Feb 26, 2008 7:21 pm
Storm looked at the SWAT men in disgust.
"Really now! Didn't your mothers ever teach you to not point large caliber rifles at ladies and their men?"
She waved at the nearest one and he exploded into a pile of gore, bones and the occational thicker-than-blood pieces. The drow stood, looking oddly...dead in her eyes. They weren't sparkling with amusment, nor with anger; and the rest of her posture and body reflexed it.
John stood with his wife and pulled out his customized Glock .45mm pistol, with home-made ammo. He had it aimed very, very steadily at Agent Harper's forehead. Storm's own Browning .9mm was suddenly in her small hands as well...albiet, held low and not aimed at anything inparticular.
"Would anyone please like to explain to me why these men are inturrupting this little get together? Quickly now, I have another job to do."
Johnathan seemed to be taking the fact that one made had been reduced to a pile of blood and extras and the fact that shields were exploding very well.
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Posted: Wed Feb 27, 2008 8:01 am
The SWAT officer nearest to Natasha began screaming in pain, shadows moved swiftly under his skin, wrapping around his intenal organs, slowly killing him from inside. He dropped to his knees, his hands clasped over his ears as voices inside his head started to swiftly remove him from his sanity.
He slowly removed his hands from his ears, the voices had stopped. He turned to Natasha, using his eyes to silently plead with her for his life.
Natasha watched expressionless and clenched her hand into a fist, causing the shadow wrapped around his heart to constrict. Killing him instantly.
"Does it make me a sadistic b***h if I like to hear my victims scream in pain before they die?"
Her children looked at her in shock as none of them had ever seen her kill before or even seen this side of her before.
"The world in my day was a cruel place, how I was then has just been hidden for 300 years, it has never fully disappeared."
She smiled.
"There's always been this side to me, you've just never seen it."
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Posted: Wed Feb 27, 2008 1:14 pm
Another agent had finished talling Michael how things were going in the bar as the old man sat behind his desk.
Agent Richards: "Shall we send in more men?"
"HAH! That won't do you any good! No, no, no you're men are merely distractions..."
He pushed a small button beneith his desk...
"...until my toys can finish the job."
He folded his hands on his desk. Meanwhile, at an air base of the U.S. coast, two F-10 fighter jets took to the air, flying towards Tortuga.
The SWAT men ignored their screaming commrades, and dropped their guns turned snakes to the ground. Agent Samson had taken a hidiing place behind the bar, while Harper and a few other officers tried to lead Storm and John into another room.
Agent Harper: "Sir, Ma'am, I apologize, you two are not at fault here. If you will follow me, you two will be removed a safe distance away from this mess."
Samson fixed a gas mask to his face, as tear gas filled the bar.
Agent Samson: "KIBO BOTCH! YOU AND YOUR GANG SURRENDER IMMEDIATLY!"
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Posted: Wed Feb 27, 2008 2:59 pm
[F-14's? Really? Those things are pieces of obby shitte, Michael. Besides, everyone knows that if it is ground targets you want dead, call in F-10's.]
Storm sighed, and twisted in the officer's hands. She had her Browning against the closest man's head, pulling the trigger before the others really knew what was happening. The noise half deafened her in the small room.
Besides her, John seemed to just...disappere. Impossible of course...just like exploding shields and rifles turning into
snakes.His path, however, wasn't invisible. Holes ripped wide into the SWAT men as John's gun sounded again and again. Within moments, Storm was back into the main area of the small estabishment...with the tear gas.
The drow took a deep breath, closing her eyes against the smog. She used the sleeve of her dustier to cover her mouth and nose. Storm found herself flipping the small silver dagger into her hand, even as she chamered another round. Still, a little of the old Storm was in her and she couldn't resist yelling to the general room:
"KIBO BOTCH, IF YOU GET ME KILLED, I SWEAR I'LL COME BACK AND KICK YOUR a**!"
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Posted: Wed Feb 27, 2008 4:47 pm
(You're the expert)
Agents Harper and Samson were running through the smoke, guns drawn. The Swat officers lucky enough to escape Storm and Johnathan's onslaught were re grouping, bullets tearing through the walls and tables.
Around the island, sirens blared as squad cars and vans drove at top speed for the small bar. This tranquil day, a vacationer's paradise, had once again been ruined by Michael's antics.
Off the coast, the F-10's were racing towards their target. Michael watched the two planes approaching with binoculars on the deck of his ship. He laughed as they passed over head. He quickly turned to the Agent standing beside him.
"Start up the generator and bring the children above deck."
Agent Richards: "Yessir."
The agent ran below deck, pressing a few buttons and bringing a machine to life. In an instant, a barrier was raised above the cruise ship, raising and "Anti teleportation barrier. Now, the only way to get onboard was the old fashioned way.
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Posted: Wed Feb 27, 2008 5:22 pm
Kibo: GOD DAMMIT, PEOPLE!!!
He snapped his fingers, and everyone besides Kibo and Sunny were immediately frozen. Bullets stopped in the air, the tear gas dissipated, and Kibo growled in annoyance.
Kibo: Stop ******** killing them! They're just doing their jobs! These people have families that love them, dammit!
He walked over to each murdered officer, touching his hands to their chests, and raising them all, one by one.
Kibo: Now, are you all going to get along, or am I going to have to leave you like this for a couple decades? Damn, people, show some civility!
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Posted: Wed Feb 27, 2008 5:41 pm
Agents Harper and Samson shot Kibo looks of hatred, as a machine on each of their belts began to beep. Instantly, the two agents were freed from the time lock. They spun to the side, each firing a shot at Kibo. Of course, for this tactic to work, the bullets had undergone a number of strange, otherworldy rituals. As suggested by Michael, the agents were prepared for all sorts of "strange voo doo and hocus pocus."
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Posted: Wed Feb 27, 2008 5:54 pm
Kibo held out his hand, and the bullets stopped, falling to the ground. He smirked as the agents fell to the ground, their bodies as stiff as a board. He counted off on his fingers.
Kibo: Biomancy, Aeromancy, Terramancy, and Pyromancy. All those items combined in a certain way allowed me to replace your entire skeletons with two pieces of Carnegie Steel. Trying to move will most likely kill you, so I wouldn't try.
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Posted: Wed Feb 27, 2008 6:08 pm
The two agents gasped for air as the machines beeped wildly. Within a moment, they were back on their feet.
Agent Samson: "I don't think so, Botch, you're under arrest."
The two laughed.
Agent Harper: "It's almost like magic, isn't it? Alas, It's only technology."
Agent Samson: "A nifty little device that Uncle Sam has been developing for years."
Agent Harper: "Think of it as a magic mirror."
Agent Samson: "It reflects, and duplicates magic used on us, negating it."
Agent Harper: "So if you still intend on putting up a fight, you'll have to run from us the old fashioned way."
Agent Samson: "Before that..."
The two kept their guns raised towards Kibo.
Agent Samson: "...should we show him another one of our toys?"
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Posted: Wed Feb 27, 2008 6:15 pm
Kibo grinned lightly.
Kibo: Technology, you say? Technology that advanced makes use of circuit boards. Circuit boards are made out of metal and silicon. And those are both earthen elements. Meaning...
He snapped his fingers, and the devices exploded, sending pieces of silicon deep into the men's legs, hips, and joints.
Kibo: You'll have to try harder than that, guys.
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