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 Posted: Sat May 05, 2012 1:09 pm
Such was exactly what Nines was expecting and hoping for. The larger man had just forced his own center of mass over Nines shoulders, making the next move a matter of course. Continuing forward, the young caitiff drove under the man, and pushed up with both legs to turn the forward momentum into upward momentum. His left elbow remained pressed just at the barkeep's solar plexus, while the right planted at his groin. Both points of contact gave him the leverage to heave the barkeep up, over, and then slam him headlong into the ground. Admittedly, he took Nines down with him, but it was the smaller, nimbler combatant that was on top, rather than the heavyset bruiser.
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Posted: Sat May 05, 2012 1:13 pm
The sound of nearby swearing as Nine's executed a well thought out manoeuvres indicated something was awry.
The large man would be hard to put down with his weight, making two things happen.
1. Nines was restricted in speed on this one
2. The barkeep's head impacted the floor unpleasantly.
It was the second which caused the swearing. With a blow to the temple, albeit not that bad, the barkeeps eyes unfocused. not with concussion, but instead with whatever force had been pilotting him being forced out, and leaving him dazed and in pain. Pain which became apparent as finally he began to groan at his wounds, cradling his knee instinctively and rolling to one side, making no attempt to get up.
Behind the curtain, there was a brief sound of retreating feet on hard wood, then silence.
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Posted: Sat May 05, 2012 1:18 pm
Speed wasn't a big issue; Nines wasn't going to put the man down. Nines was going to let gravity do its thing and take them both down. He was trusting that the barkeep's grip wouldn't stay strong when his dome cracked upon the floor. TO that end, he was correct; the barkeep groaned and curled over from the impact, leaving Nines to scramble to his feet. Literally using all fours, he scrabbled his way onto the stage and tore through the curtains in a mad scramble to get to the door and chase whomever it was that was fleeing.
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Posted: Sat May 05, 2012 1:20 pm
Behind the curtain, a short passage back to an open door beyond. through the door, a tiny dressing room, and staircase leading down.
At the bottom of the stairs, meagre living quarters. And an open grate in the floor, just starting to slide closed. The scent indicated it at least went underground, if not directly into the sewer system.
No hand could be seen pulling the hatch closed. Nines was, after all, chasing smoke and shadows.
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Posted: Sat May 05, 2012 1:24 pm
Just the kind of place a cheap striptease would live.
There was little time to take stock of his surroundings as he burst into the living quarters. Nines threw himself into a baseball slide as soon as he burst into the room, slamming his foot into the grate to jam it open. From there, he paused, checking the room to make sure it was clear before dropping in. A rookie mistake on his part; he needed to check such things *before* just slamming in the door.
The room proved to be empty, leaving him to attempt to force the grate open to drop a glowstick down. Unfortunate for him, his eyes couldn't cut through total darkness.
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Posted: Sat May 05, 2012 1:26 pm
Unfortunate indeed, for just as he dropped a glow stick down the hole his slide had prevented from closing....
...someone loomed out of the shadows in the corner of the room and grabbed his arms, doing their best to disarm him swiftly.
"Gotcha! Camarilla assassin! I'll have your hide!"
For a tainted Jezebal, she was wiry strong, and would use nails to try and ensure he didn't grab his guns, while shadows under her control attempted to get the weapons away from him. It was therefore obvious that what had been closing the grate hadn't been his quarry, but instead a shadow.
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Posted: Sat May 05, 2012 1:40 pm
Get in line.
Someone had swept up from behind and grabbed his arms. Unfortunate; he had made a rookie mistake and been caught for it.
Quickly he released his firearm; it was useless in this kind of fight. It clattered to the ground uselessly and would be swept aside by the shadows under her command. All was outside of Nines' immediate concern as his full weight shifted backwards into her arms. His body curled, bringing his legs around to either kick her in the skull, or wrap around her neck. Admittedly he was trying for the latter, but the former would work for his needs. If he could, though, he was trying to lock his shins around her neck and using his whole body to try and peel her off of him.
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Posted: Sat May 05, 2012 1:43 pm
Claws scrabbled for purchase into his gloves, barred by the metal encased within them, Cleo shrieking as she was pulled downwards by the shift in weight, then dragged awkwardly down by legs locking around her neck.
The fall was hardly dignified or graceful as her weight moved to one side, likely to cause both to land in a tangle of limbs... and shadows.
Thick, choking black swarmed across the floor, trying to hold Nine's down, climb down his throat, up his nose, anywhere it could as the surprised and young Lasombra panicked and sought to down him in one feel move.
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Posted: Sat May 05, 2012 1:49 pm
The fight had basically boiled down to who would murder the crap out of the other first. On her side, she had tentacles of shadow trying to intrude on his orifices and pull him apart at the seams. More on that later. In Nines' arsenal was a matching set of twin blades strapped to each arm, making for a potentially lethal CQC matchup. The trick? He didn't like his orifices being intruded upon. It made him remember things. Very unpleasant things. Things that sparked a blood curdling howl of anger and a very violent frenzy as he began slamming his fists into any fleshy bits he could get his hands on. It was a bit of raging, insane violence that would not be easily halted as he was simply too damn angry to up and die. The woman would need to move quickly to restrain his arms, or she would be opened up like a fish.
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Posted: Sat May 05, 2012 1:53 pm
A young, already panicked, inexperienced Lasombra vs. a psyching out Wolverine imitation....
It was clear who was going to win, due to sheer balls in insanity. Nines would come out on top... on top of a rather gory scene at that.... but not without his wounds.
The shadows lashed, coiled, cut and bruised, flailing in death throes even as their mistress expired under cold hard metal and sheer bloody anger.
While not the hardest foe in Durem, it would seem Nines had completed his task, albeit in a very bloody manner.
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Posted: Sat May 05, 2012 1:58 pm
Mindless violence. Loads and loads of mindless violence. It wasn't until all was well and truly done that Nines came to, huddled in the corner coated in gore and shaking visibly. One could see that he was somewhat mauled...one could also see that not all of the maulings matched what the lasombra had done. Better a thought not given, however; his senses had been regained, and his job was unfinished.
Quickly he stood, and reclaimed his handgun. Tucking it back into his coat, he then slipped into the living quarters' small bathroom and ran the leaky old shower to rinse the worst of the gore off. He needed to become presentable quickly, and didn't give a damn that he was trailing water as he climbed up the stairs to the main bar.
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Posted: Sat May 05, 2012 1:59 pm
The latter was far from surprising, and there was a slight tingle in the back of his head, no doubt. Whether it was the presence of the Voice, or just the after effects of frenzy was less clear, but nevertheless...
Showered and dripping, he'd find the bartender gone from the bar, the place dark and abandoned. The doors were locked, and sirens could be heard getting rapidly faster from the distance...
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Posted: Sat May 05, 2012 2:02 pm
Fine by him. Nines was out the door as soon as he was on the deck, and making himself scarce into the night. His motorcycle was parked just outside; it roared to life under his loving touch as he quickly mounted. It would be less than a full minute before he was flying away on his trusted mechanical steed.
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Posted: Sat May 05, 2012 2:11 pm
He'd pass police cars going the other way, though none tried to pull him over. As yet, they didn't know there'd been a murder. They only knew there'd been a disturbance at the bar.
by the time they got there... all that was left was ash, and horrific bloodstains. Bloodstains that would fail to be identified at the police lab, and which were assumed to have come from 'Cleo', now declared a missing person.
This left Nines free to travel where he would...
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Posted: Sat Jun 23, 2012 3:23 pm
On arrival, Nines quietly got out of the truck and slung his back over his shoulder. Thumping the door shut, he shrugged.
Depends on who you ask. Ideally, we get the data before we go loud so they don't ferret it away while we're pushing through to the office. Lets take a look around, but current plan is insertion via the roof for one or all of us to get there, barring useful input beyond hero boy's desire to wade in and make a distraction that's how I intend on getting in. I suspect the two of you will probably be using other means. Thoughts, gentlemen?
As he spoke, Nines was quietly walking along, moving about to get a new angle to mark the place out. As he passed Will, he handed him the PDA.
The guys we're after are on the file there. Take a look, and keep yours eyes open for 'em.
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