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 Posted: Mon Sep 01, 2008 11:26 pm
Emma gasped, appalled at how the man acted towards her. I tried to act nice, but it seems like he wants the fierce Emma, she thought as she narrowed her eyes and flexed her fingers. "What's your problem buddy? You should know that you don't treat...ow!" Emma exclaimed as something hit her in the head.
"WHO DID THAT!?" she shouted as she spun around and looked around for the culprit with wide eyes. She heard a crinkly noise from beneath her feet from where she stepped, drawing her attention to the floor. There, on the sidewalk was a Mysticker for, "Electricity, huh?" She bent down to pick it up and held it close to her face, inspecting the new found item. I've never had one of these things, she mused, momentarily forgetting the two men that had ticked her off in the first place.
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Posted: Mon Sep 01, 2008 11:30 pm
Acquired: Electric 1
Acquired By: 0oa p h r o d i t eo0
Handwraps laughed. He knew what the sticker meant, so he continued.
"Yeah, just get out of here, before we beat your scrawny a** too!" Stick shouted encouraging non-words.
They continued to advance on Blaine, still keep their eyes on Emma as well.
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Posted: Mon Sep 01, 2008 11:37 pm
Emma, not really knowing where to put the sticker since she was only wearing her tank top and bikini bottoms, stuck it on her hand like how a kindergartner would. She glared up at the man that she had been arguing with previously and shouted, "WHAT THE HELL IS YOUR PROBLEM?" That being her final straw, she picked up her wakeboard with both of her hands and wacked him over the head with it, not knowing that the sticker that she put on her hand had sent electrical pulses up through the wakeboard, slightly shocking the man.
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Posted: Mon Sep 01, 2008 11:40 pm
Anatoly took that as a cue to act. He didn't like people threatening other people.
He was familiar with basic Mysticker use from an early government education program. He pulled his wallet out and whipped his finger across it, unloading the full sum of the Ice 1 Mysticker's power into the air around other thug's hands, knowing full well the very fatal effect that could be achieved by freezing organs. He followed that up with a kick at the thug's knees.
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Posted: Mon Sep 01, 2008 11:42 pm
Osiris' eyes widened in disbelief. "Already?" he murmured. He couldn't look away. Today was definitely his lucky day, if he could pull this off right.
<><><><><><><><><><><><>
Handwraps waved Stick towards Emma.
Stick advanced, raising the stick above his head. Now that Emma was closer, she could see that there was an Ice 1 near the end. With an evil grin, Stick activated it, sending spines of ice up and down the stick.
At the same time, Handwraps received a very painful greeting from Anatoly. He fell back, screaming, then pushed his way up by leaning against a wall.
"You wanna play?" he shrieked. "Fine!" He punched his hands together to get the ice off, and the handwraps fell off as well. On the back of each hand was a Fire 1 Mysticker. He activated them with precise strokes, causing small fires to ignite over each hand. After a moment, he grinned.
"Where's your big shot attitude now?" he asked, advancing on them evilly.
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Posted: Mon Sep 01, 2008 11:47 pm
"Oh crap," Emma stated, unsure of what to do now. She dropped her precious Hyperlite wakeboard, not wanting it to get ruined, and slightly backed away. I'm in so much trouble, she thought as she looked around for a means of escape.
Emma looked past the man that was approaching her and nearly jumped up and cheered when she saw a tougher man nearby. Save me tougher man! she screamed in her head, a little bit afraid of what would happen if she shouted it out loud. Emma nearly cried though when he saw that the "tougher man" had already gotten in a fight with the OTHER guy who was threatening her before. What to do? What to do? she chanted in her head. OH! Mysticker! she realized, sweeping her delicate finger over the sticker on her hand to perform an experiment. Thinking fast, not knowing if her plan would work or not, she grabbed a metal pole that was randomly lying on the street and conducted the small amount of electricity that the sticker gave off into the pole. "You wanna go? Then bring it..."
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Posted: Mon Sep 01, 2008 11:49 pm
"Well, he's standing right behind you, actually. Friend of mine from my time in prison. His name's Carl." Anatoly lied unhesitatingly, putting a hand in his pocket. Inside that pocket was a ballpoint pen he popped the cap off of. He planned to stab Handwraps with it the second he turned around to check for Anatoly's nonexistent 'friend' from a stay in prison he'd never done. He thought for a moment, Shouldn't that man's hands be burning from that? but decided he could address that later.
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Posted: Mon Sep 01, 2008 11:54 pm
Handwraps (now Firehands) spun, but at the same time that he turned, Stick backed up into him, bumping them both away from Anatoly. He held the iced-over stick between him and Emma, but he definitely wasn't about to get within swing range.
((aphro, you know that sticking the Mysticker on yourself and activating it would hurt, if nor kill, a normal person? you'd have to put it on the metal pole, since you don't know about Blazers yet...))
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Posted: Mon Sep 01, 2008 11:58 pm
"Well, that didn't work, I suppose," Anatoly commented with a sigh. "But I'll warn you of this much - I've taken out people with knives, and knives scare me far more than any fire or ice bullshit. Besides, do you know what I'm going to do? You're going to try to punch me. I'm going to grab your hand and I'm going to discharge the full power of your Mysticker into your hand. The skin will heat up so much that your hand will have its skin melt off. You'll never be able to touch something without feeling pain again in your life. Now, are you sure fighting us is something you want to do?"
He had already decided to refer to himself and those whom the thugs had threatened as "we" to seem a more united threat to them.
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Posted: Tue Sep 02, 2008 12:00 am
Firehands barked a laugh. "Funny. You think you know more about Mystickers than me? I'm a Blazer, man. You know nothing." Firehands dashed forward, aiming a clumsy punch at Anatoly's face.
Stick gathered his resolve and charged Emma.
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Posted: Tue Sep 02, 2008 12:04 am
Blazers exist? Anatoly wondered to himself. He decided to improvise.
He dashed within the range of the punch so it went past him and slammed his fist upward against the bottom of the Blazer's jaw, then stepped past him and swept his foot out to slam his head against the ground - a ju jitsu technique, Osoto Gari.
((Must go for now. School an' all that.))
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Posted: Tue Sep 02, 2008 12:04 am
((teehee, oops, blame the female in me. i'll fix it though!))
Her confidence died down when she saw that the electricity died down, leaving her to hold a regular metal pole. "Crap," she thought as she rubbed the back of her head with her hand. I'm so dead! What do I do now? she thought frantically as she slightly stepped back and ran into a light post. DUH! Stick the sticker on the pole! she realized as she slapped her palm to her forehead and ripped the sticker off her hand. Emma neatly placed it at the bottom of the pole and reactivated it, nearly bursting with cheers when she saw the pole conduct the electricity all over again.
She looked up at the stick guy with a smirk, her cockiness returning, but frowned when she saw that he wasn't where she thought he was. Instead, he was charging right at her, holding his stick out in Emma's direction. "Ok, NOW bring it."
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Posted: Tue Sep 02, 2008 12:07 am
Firehands' head never hit the ground.
Osiris stood, smiling easily at Anatoly as he held Firehands' head with one hand. He stepped back, picking Firehands up as he went and tipping his hat slightly at Anatoly with the other hand.
Stick was still going after Emma. He ran forward and swung his iced stick at her torso.
((aww. later Venom. good luck with school.))
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Posted: Tue Sep 02, 2008 12:10 am
Emma squeaked when the ice stick thingy was swung at her so suddenly. She waved her pole in front of her frantically with her eyes closed, hoping to block the hit, and sighed when she opened her eyes and discovered that she was still in one piece. Following basic instincts, she swung her pole at the stick guy's torso, only returning what he had tried to do at her.
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Posted: Tue Sep 02, 2008 12:12 am
He blocked it clumsily, the metal pole sliding up the stick to make a brief contact with his hand. He yelped and shook that hand, trying to restore feeling to it. With the other hand, he swung the stick at her again, this time aiming for her legs.
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