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Elmira of Elkwood Captain
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 Posted: Mon Oct 14, 2013 12:30 pm
Oh really? I thought you were in the middle of a little "catching up" date with her roomie right now. Who... seems like she might be taking your other friend home with her if the night works out. Wanda watched him until he was down to less than ten guards. With a little grin, she picked up Big Bertha and hooked it back up to its straps on her back. When it was secured, she pulled out one of her katanas and began walking towards CJ.
Wait, so you're still going to-
I'm still not so sure I'll get any fun in the Reboot, so I might as well get some now.
Who said you weren't?
Are you really going to let me crash the boy's show?
...point taken.
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Posted: Mon Oct 14, 2013 12:45 pm
"Oh yeah . . . wait, I'm TECHNICALLY single. We're just . . . "
C.J., remember our talk about what you do while you're in the hole? Stop digging?
((WAIT!! I just had a thought!! Wouldn't it be funny if Wanda turned out to be Misty all along? That she's just messin' with us?))
Holy s**t!!
"What a tweest!!"
. . . okay there, M. Night!
((Dafuq? Guys, Misty's back at the train, and namely, NOT A BLONDE! How could she be here?!?))
*Gulp*
"OOOOOOoooooh SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
C.J. stopped for a minute, catching his breath . . . unaware that Wanda was going to make her decision quite well known to him. Wiping the sweat and blood off his brow, he glared at the remaining ten or so. "Consider this a good time to RUN!" he growled at them, going for an ammo clip . . . if he was going to go out, he was going to go out lead flying!!
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Elmira of Elkwood Captain
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Posted: Mon Oct 14, 2013 1:04 pm
Oh, I COULD drop in and have a date with you. I'm just not in the mood to have these little blue boxes follow me around for causing trouble. YOUR girl won't want to impose if you're wanting to cut ties, but she MIGHT feel bad about seeing someone like me hanging around you. Like... thinking nothing's ever gonna happen. Then if you DO want to get back with her, it'll be rather hard. Then I might get my little fingers wrapped around you and I might not want to let you go then.
Huh, got this all thought out, don't cha'?
Yeah. Head hurts, but...
On the bright side, It's just Wanda with you now.
But on the bad side..... As CJ was just about to reload his gun, the sharp end of the blade came up from behind him and curled itself around his throat. Wanda placed herself up against him to make sure he couldn't just turn around or try to get the blade from her. "Well THAT was quite a show. You look like you know how to have a good time. I'm curious to see just how much fun you can get into, so do me a favor and don't try to do anything stupid. I don't want to have to see if your head does stay animated once it's lopped off."
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Posted: Mon Oct 14, 2013 1:20 pm
"I HATE having a chivalrous side sometimes . . ."
Well, looks like I'm using that extra life!
((And we thought to trust her? She's a deadpool! Who we ripped off! OF COURSE ONE OF 'EM WAS GONNA RUN INTO US SOMETIME!!))
Yeah, but really? Decapitation? I kinda thought it'd be on that trapdoor!
"You mean the one I'm back on top of?"
You're getting good at this!
((Well, between the two fates, let's stay A-HEAD of the game!))
That was kinda lame, even for us.
((Sheesh! Tough crowd!))
By that time he had just gotten the new clip in when she curled the blade around him . . . he looked at her with a brow raised. "Funny, last time I had a blade to my throat it wasn't that much fun either." he asked . . . then he saw a peculiar button on Fisk's toppled-over desk . . . the fat man no doubt still in pain from getting shot in the legs and kicked in the face!
If I can just squeeze off a shot, I'll be able to slip out . . . maaaaaaybe use one of my free rides! Trade Fisk's soul for mine maybe . . . but on the other side . . . that drop. NOT looking forward to that . . . not looking forward to getting decapitated either. he thought. Making a mental not to NOT proposition the villainesses (villainessi?) next time he winds up, he just had to make one shot . . . and make it count!
"So, before I do this, are you afraid of heights?" he asked. Wait, what's that mean?!
"There's also that one little trouble. That one where we BOTH go down the chute and out for a lovely little freefall!"
I'm surprised we thought of this idea.
((I ******** hate heights!))
WE ALL HATE HEIGHTS!!!
((Oh yeah . . .))
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Elmira of Elkwood Captain
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Posted: Mon Oct 14, 2013 1:39 pm
Wanda grinned a bit and pulled the blade just a bit tighter to his neck. With what seemed like things being under control now, the remaining guards began trying to regain their composure. Fisk, still grunting in pain from his destroyed legs, seemed like he was starting to get his head back to reality as well.
"Oh I love heights. Though I'd hate to have to use you as a landing pad. The blade's just to make sure we can talk without someone shooting at us. For the few minutes that you decide if you want to talk or play. Your call. I'd be happy with either." she said. The she leaned her head up so that her chin was resting on his shoulder and whispered so that she wouldn't be heard by the others so easily. "So...do you want to go play out side and let the big man regain his composure... or do you want to think for a moment and decide if your friend is as good at hacking computers as you claim he is." she asked.
She moved her free hand and pulled something off of her hip. The next moment CJ felt the barrel of a pistol in the middle of his back.
Not that it would do anything to him... but she had it out now for what she really intended to do with it. Depending on what choice the man made of course.
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Posted: Mon Oct 14, 2013 2:28 pm
"Put the weapons away from me and I'll give him a call. He's out in Nevada with the REAL muscles. Save for y'know, the awesome Irishman and Batmom running amok downstairs . . . who did REALLY well running blocker." C.J. said, the last bit dripping with sarcasm. Well, to be fair, there's a LOT more them than us! Even IF the boss and I came down, that's still three! ((Oh nonononono. Do NOT drag me into this!!)) "Valid point. I haven't seen you do much since I got here, typewriter-boy!"Oy . . . well, C.J. smirked cleverly. "Or, I take a third option. So long, suckers!!" he crowed and opened fire at the button!! BANG!! Going down! Ground floor! "That's the idea, bud! Look out below!!"((Don't look down y'all!! I think we're gonna be seeing what's-his-nuts sooner than we think!!))
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Elmira of Elkwood Captain
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Posted: Mon Oct 14, 2013 2:36 pm
Wanda fortunately wasn't standing on the trap door. Her feet were placed just on the edge of it, saving her from falling down the narrow shute. She watched as the man vanished down the dark tunnel, then tsked and shook her head.
Well, scrap that idea now.
With a light sigh, she holstered her pistol and the bullets that were meant for the remaining guards and Fisk's bald head. Then she sheathed her katana. A small pack of gum tucked in the fist that had been gripped around the handle of the blade. She'd have to try and make nice later. If she was lucky he'd be able to see this bit about her having the gum and a bullet for Fisk. She honestly WAS going to make nice if he chose not to fight.
Fighting would have been fun though. Most of the guys she fought that were fun to fight were either idiots or couldn't stand her being a merc. Captain America for one...
"Well... I say he's hit the ground by now. Broken every bone in his body. Shame." Wanda mused. Then she turned and looked at Fisk. "So... you wanna see if anyone makes a house call, or should we try to air-lift you to a hospital?"'
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Posted: Mon Oct 14, 2013 2:42 pm
MEANWHILE, OUTSIDE . . . C.J. smirked as he slid down the chute, stopping just short of the exit straight down. HA!! If I just can hang here for a sec, I'll be right as rain!! he thought . . . then he tried to get up . . . wait . . . crap. This is a long drop. ********. C.J.! What're you doing!! Don't move!! We're gonna fall, oh my god!!! Don't look DOWN!!! Oh shi- and that's where C.J. slipped on the slide and down he went!! "Well, thanks a FAT LOT, writer!!" he growled. Well, to be fair, you DID choose that option! You could have made her kinda rich!! ((Shouldn't we be more focused on the fact that we're FALLING OFF A ******** SKYSCRAPER?!?)) Oh yeah. *panic* OH s**t!!!! "Relax, we can't die, remember? We got a nice safe . . . trip down to he- GET ME BACK UP THERE!!! SHIIIIiiiiii--!!!!!!!!"((Exit to Hell.))
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Elmira of Elkwood Captain
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Posted: Tue Oct 22, 2013 2:06 pm
With the intruder now dealt with, and the other intruders seemingly busy downstairs, the remaining guards could turn their attention to their severely injured boss. The top floor where the office was located was put on lock down to prevent anyone else from intruding. The communication lines burst to life as well as guards scrambled to try and get some form of medical attention to the Kinpin, and get an emergency air lift to take him to a hospital.
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Posted: Sat Oct 26, 2013 4:20 pm
"Save 'im for me! I'll be back for 'im!! Fat b*****d."
Usually, I would say "get outta this thread, Benoit" but for once you actually said something I quite agree with. This guy just committed "grand theft significant other" TWICE . . . IN TWENTY-FOUR HOURS!!
((That's gotta be a record for something . . . but BOTH OF YOU . . . get outta this thread before I get the squirt gun!))
*Blows raspberry* "You can't hit the broad side of a barn!"
*Reveals HE has the squirt gun* BUT I CAN!! *squirts*
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Posted: Wed Dec 04, 2013 2:02 pm
((Enter . . . oh you have GOT to be kidding me. REALLY?!?))
"Yeah yeah yeah. I know EXACTLY what you're thinking. 'Where's C.J. the player/avatar thingy?' Look, I got bored with the whole 'character is getting nursed after getting the s**t kicked outta him' so I decided to get a little help."
((If you mean HER, I REALLY have some concerns about your mental health!))
"And right now two versions of the same person are having a lovely little chat in this spot! I suppose THAT'S not crazy?"
((*sigh* I don't know why I got drug into this. Oh, wait, now I remember. YOU COULDA SAID SOMETHING BEFORE LEAVING!!!))
"I liked you better when you remained OOC. Now shaddap. I'm tryin' to find the crazy katana lady!"
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Posted: Tue Dec 17, 2013 1:53 am
 (Talked to Oncaro about this one.) [Twenty minutes later......] Lady Deathstrike felt exhausted. The flickering light inside of elevator coming up from the basement parking where she concluded her fight with Batwoman. Glancing down at the unconscious form of Brenda Wayne, Yuriko studied the striking features of the brunette's face -- freed from her cape and cowl now firmly in the assassin's grasp. Also in Yuriko's hands are Batwoman's utility belt and every piece of hidden equipment, lockpick, and transmitter in a antistatic bag she had grabbed from a computer supply room. No need to have a beacon automatically tell whoever this Batwoman was associated with knowing exactly where she was. Thinking on that, Yuriko made a mental check through the JLA files copied in her cyborg brain. No facial match found. Whoever this woman was, the Japanese noblewoman admired Batwoman's fighting prowess. Despite Lady Deathstrike's cybernetic enhancements, it was a close fight. "Who trained you?" Yuriko quietly asked the bound unconscious woman. The elevator dinged, drawing Deathstrike's attention. Carefully scooping up the unconscious wounded woman, Yuriko quickly scanned Brenda's vitals to first determine if she was stable from field dressing the wounds and second make sure that she was still unconscious -- last thing Deathstrike was in the mood for was a possum attack. Carrying Batwoman over her shoulder, Yuriko walked into the security block handing the formerly masked vigilante over to the eight guards stationed there, "Put this woman in your most secure cell.... And do not underestimate her at all! I just fought her for almost a half hour. Understand?"After a few solemn nods, the guards take Brenda and immediately place her in a solid concrete cell, "We'll take care of it." Deathstrike will simply nods and returns to the elevator. Once the doors close, Yuriko uses the access granted to her to make her conveyance to go up to Kingpin's office -- ACCESS DENIED. Deathstrike's eyebrow arched upward in surprise. Something happened. Something really bad. Yuriko Oyama teleported directly into Kingpin's office carrying the antistatic bag and utility belt in one hand and Batwoman's cape and cowl in the other. Just after arriving there, the scene of people working on Wilson Fisk catches her by surprise. Seeing Kingpin's wounds, Deathstrike noted how serious the crimelord's wounds were -- Yuriko's dark eyes glances over to where Lady Deadpool seems to be casually standing.... innocent little Rosie I think Alfred would start to panic.... And I didn't notice Lady Deadpool leaving Kingpin's office.... Oncaro I hope that helps. It should be a good set up for you.
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Elmira of Elkwood Captain
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Posted: Wed Dec 18, 2013 2:46 pm
And casually standing she was. Wanda was leaning against the glass wall of the far wall, arms crossed under her chest, and foot aimlessly shifting over a bullet shell in front of her. She looked up as Deathstike appeared, casually waved with one hand, then went back to playing with the bullet shell in front of her. Kingpin, however, was in a far less casual mood. He was surrounded by at least a dozen medical personnel. The Kingpin sitting in his chair, the doctors standing around him, and an array of medical supplies sitting on the bullet-ridden desk in front of them. Blood was pooled on the floor under the large man, and even under the desk. The doctors were working on getting him fixed up to be moved, but that was about all they could do here. He would have to be taken somewhere else. A hospital would be the best bet, but they would have to get to the roof to air-lift him out. There was a surgery room downstairs, but the stairs were the only thing of use right now. The elevator had been utterly shut down so that there would be no more surprise guests.
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Posted: Wed Dec 18, 2013 11:45 pm
Lady Deathstrike's eyes drifted between where the med techs were working on Kingpin and Lady Deadpool. A confused look formed on Yuriko's visage, as she then looked around for additional bodies to account for the people who should be dead from attacking Wilson Fisk directly -- but found none. Glancing at the female mercenary, Yuriko asked Lady Deadpool, "What happened? I'm assuming the intruder that came up here is dead?"
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Elmira of Elkwood Captain
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Posted: Fri Dec 20, 2013 1:45 pm
Wanda let out a small chuckle. Hardly the sort of reaction one should have for a situation as serious as this seemed to be. "Well he's mostly dead. Took a volunteer trip down the garbage shoot and hit the pavement." she said, kicking the bullet. "But not before he decided to empty his gun into the big man's legs. WITH my blade wrapped around his neck. I mean, I OFFERED to let him have the peaceful way out, but no. He wanted to go out with a bang. And now he's claiming that "I" was the one suggesting we make a deal? Oh no... he was the one that offered, then rebuked my offer of a get out of jail free card. He's not blaming this on me. He tries to make me the bad girl, I'll give him the closest damn shave he's ever had. And I don't mean his chinny-chin-chin." she said. Then Wanda blinked a second and looked up at Yuriko. "What was the question again? Kinda wandered off for a minute there."
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