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Angel of Music
Would Sell You For One Corn Chip
Posts: 20
Preferred Name: Panda
Pronouns: She/Her
Character Profile: ʘ
Character Name: Nickolas Strickland
Status: Seeking RPs
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Post by Soup on Aug 16, 2015 10:43:27 GMT -5
Another false lead. Another night going without a proper meal. The lack of any usable supplies in his current break-in was starting to wear on him and he'd been scouting out the seedier parts of the slums for hours now. Nick's ears flicked up and turned in search before he heaved himself out of the first floor window and down to the paved alley below. His fists clenched and unclenched to ease off some of the starting tingles of the cramps he knew were right around the corner. Withdrawal was not lucrative for such delicate work. He'd used his last two sticks hours prior to going out and was now mentally berating himself for not spacing them out.
Oh well, he could regret his choices later.
The alley itself was silent as death aside from his footfalls echoing off the too-packed together buildings. It was late, way later than he should’ve been out. The hours when the less tasteful sort came out to slink around. He adjusted his mask and pulled his cowl down firmer over himself as he grudgingly headed for the direction of home.
Nick hadn’t even made it a few steps when his bare toes hit something that nearly sent him tripping into the pavement. Something warm.
Looking down he practically cringed back at the pale arm poking out from the shadows. He would have clamped a hand over his mouth if his mask hadn’t been covering it, but it didn’t stop the sharp intake of shocked breath he drew in through his teeth. There was a moment Nick rolled his eyes at himself. It was a dead body, he’d seen them plenty of times to be over the shock by now, just apparently not enough to not be scared by random stiffs he found lying in dark corners at late hours of the night.
There was no hesitation as he grabbed the arm by the wrist and dragged the body out into the dim light. If it was a murder, he’d have to assess the damages first before he cut anything away. Judging by the extremities heat it had happened recently; the cold hadn’t set in yet. What a lucky night for him.
The body was that of a young man. Brunette and fair complected with lanky limbs and a thin frame, no obvious signs of trauma or vitals as far as he could tell. This was almost too good to be true. Nick made the mental marks as he took his pack from his shoulders and started setting up his tools to get to work. The man had no obvious modifications on the surface, so he’d have to look deeper, maybe there’d be prosthetics in the works here.
Nick picked up one of the daggers laying on the tool wrap at his side and made to start slicing at the fabric of the body’s shirt, being careful not to knick skin in the process.
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Vigilantes
 Smiley Specialist
he's big enough
Posts: 164
Preferred Name: Nama
Character Profile: ♦♦♦
Character Name: Levenin Refure
Main Account: Levenin
Status: On Hiatus
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Post by Levenin on Aug 16, 2015 15:34:01 GMT -5
Levenin was known for book smarts. Smarts in general? He lacked in that department, often at the most inopportune times. However, he was slowly learning not to mess with things he had no knowledge or business dealing with, courtesy of Ellie’s rather aggressive teaching style. Sometimes he wondered just how many times he’d actually done something wrong, or whether or not it was her temper flaring up. What could he say? Lev was easy to shake around— the perfect little stress ball.
And yet today, curiosity had gotten the better of him. Ellie went inside for some reason or another. Most likely wanted to double check they were ready to leave. Tonight was another mission that he expected would be pretty standard, or at least what had become the standard by now. Heists and break ins were almost too easy with two people. Ellie would simply hack their way inside any locks and Levenin would sift through whatever was valuable. But until she came back to start all of that, it didn’t hurt to look at the supplies, right?
Levenin peeked inside the bag she’d so nicely shoved at him. A knife, a manual lock pick set for those old-fashioned doors, the brand new digital pick (he wasn't allowed to touch this ever again), emergency Magix for him just in case— what was this? Ellie’s shock gloves. Strange, she usually had them on already. A smile grew on his face as he realized this was the moment to try them on, like he’d always secretly wanted. Dropping the bag and slipping on each glove, he giggled quietly to himself as he flexed his fingers. A few punches at the air. More giggles. So this is what it felt like to be a brawler.
He then punched a fist to a palm, wanting to do more silly poses. The instant his hands met, the shock portion of the shock gloves kicked in. Countless volts surged through his body in a fraction of a second, though Lev didn’t stay conscious long enough to feel it. Down into the dirt he went completely out cold. When the thief next opened his eyes, a figure in a mask was huddled over him with a knife dangerously close to his skin.
”AGH!!”
Levenin grabbed for their wrist slowly cutting its way into his outfit, the shock gloves kicking in again. He scrambled to stand for a better look at whoever this was as they lay sprawled out on the ground. What were they even attempting to do to him? ”D-Don’t try anything funny!”
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Will Punch Your Butthole
Posts: 114
Preferred Name: Donut
Pronouns: Her/She
Character Name: Ellie 'Evrika' Waters
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Post by Ellie on Aug 16, 2015 22:21:45 GMT -5
"Okay, so I think we do have everything. My contact down at the transport hub said he can get us--" she looked up from her phone, freezing at the scene before her.
There was a fat guy with an ugly mask clearly unconscious on the ground. Okay. She could deal with that; she'd been in situations similar plenty of times before. Lev was also on the ground; again something she was used to dealing with. But on his hands she saw her gloves and that was NOT okay even in the slightest.
"What the actual fuck? WHAT DID YOU DO THIS TIME?!" she ran over, kneeling down next to him. She took a moment to look him over, noting the smell of singed fabric in the air. His muscles were twitchy but otherwise seemed healthy enough. That meant it was an okay time to be mad at him. Good. "Who the fuck is that? What happened? Why are you wearing my gloves?! Oh if you shorted out their batteries I'm gonna shove them down your throat."
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Unapproved Character
Angel of Music
Would Sell You For One Corn Chip
Posts: 20
Preferred Name: Panda
Pronouns: She/Her
Character Profile: ʘ
Character Name: Nickolas Strickland
Status: Seeking RPs
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Post by Soup on Aug 16, 2015 22:59:54 GMT -5
Nick's knife barely sank into the fabric when his project suddenly rose from the dead and screamed at him at full volume. He practically jumped out of his own skin, letting out a scream himself only to feel his jaw seize shut and his grip on his knife tighten as he grabbed him. It felt like he'd been punched and the throwback from the shock left him lying in a heap on the ground when his muscles had finished tightening up. If anything, his cramps from earlier had come back tenfold and he felt terrible. That's just what he needed, his withdrawal symptoms to hit full force early.
A definite ringing was buzzing in his ears and he couldn't concentrate as his vision swam. Nick could hear the man speaking to him however. Lame whimpers for Nick not to harm him, or whatever it was he was saying; it was hard to tell over the droning in his head. He wasn't going to harm him now anyway, he wasn't a murderer. An opportunist, definitely, but not one for murder.
Another screaming voice joined in at that moment, they sounded angry whoever it was. With a groan, Nick pushed himself up into a sitting position and stuffed his hands into his cowl to rub at his poor ears, at least the ringing had subsided mostly. All he could do now was sit there in a slight daze, staring up at them. He really fucked up with this one.
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Vigilantes
Smiley Specialist
he's big enough
Posts: 164
Preferred Name: Nama
Character Profile: ♦♦♦
Character Name: Levenin Refure
Main Account: Levenin
Status: On Hiatus
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Post by Levenin on Aug 16, 2015 23:48:32 GMT -5
For once, Ellie’s undying rage did nothing to faze him as Levenin took notice of the fact he’d basically tazered somebody. ”You can shake me in a second. Hold on.” He was used to being tossed around by her anyway, though the phrasing of his response would be sure to make the consequences so much worse. His doctor instinct took over as he threw the gloves, smelling strongly of burning fabric and wire, somewhere off in the shadows to prevent a second shock from happening by accident. They were most likely toasted quite literally. Question is, how did one tend to this kind of injury? Give him a gunshot, not volts of electricity, and he was golden.
”Umm, are you okay?” Levenin thought twice about putting his hands on him, fearing a retaliation in the form of a knife to the face. ”I didn’t mean to uh… I kinda forgot they did the thing when you… Y-You just startled me is all! B-But what were you doing anyway?!”
Lev took one look at the stranger’s hand still gripping the knife for dear life before carefully removing the offending potential weapon. ”What are you doing with a surgical knife anyway? These aren’t designed to cut very deeply. I mean, if you were trying to assault me.”
There was something seriously wrong with the way Levenin’s mind worked when it immediately jumped to what this guy was exactly. Aside from the strangely strong smell of fruit and oddly colored skin. A fellow doctor perhaps? A surgeon? Slum types were keen enough to carry appropriate weapons, or at least not a scalpel to defend themselves with. That reminded him, he was supposed to be pulling an impromptu exam right now. ”Do you ache anywhere? Anything moving of its own accord? Uh, there’s not much I can do but…”
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Will Punch Your Butthole
Posts: 114
Preferred Name: Donut
Pronouns: Her/She
Character Name: Ellie 'Evrika' Waters
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Post by Ellie on Aug 17, 2015 0:03:51 GMT -5
Good god, if there wasn't a potentially dangerous stranger with a knife within kicking distance, either Ellie or Lev's head would be getting mashed against the side of one of the nearby buildings. Levenin had to have no concept of self preservation; she knew this and yet was still constantly surprised at the levels his stupidity could sink to.
"Oh my god, Nin, no. And get your hood down, we don't need a repeat of the gunshot incident." She shoved his hood down to better cover his face. Good thing she'd already put on her face paint. She placed her boot over the stranger's hand that had previously held the knife that Lev now had, pressing down just enough to hurt. "So, you mind telling me what you're doing here?"
She winked to activate her eye mod; he had a mask on but she preferred to have depth perception when dealing with potential hostiles. "My friend might be a little pushover, but I am a little more forceful. What's up with the bitch knife? And what exactly were you planning on doing with it? Tell me now before I rip off that stupid ass mask."
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Unapproved Character
Angel of Music
Would Sell You For One Corn Chip
Posts: 20
Preferred Name: Panda
Pronouns: She/Her
Character Profile: ʘ
Character Name: Nickolas Strickland
Status: Seeking RPs
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Post by Soup on Aug 17, 2015 0:43:54 GMT -5
Nick scowled behind his mask, leaning away from Levenin and his attempts at help. The fact he was just almost sliced up by a stranger in a dark alley and yet still willing to help him after...Tazing him? Is that what had happened? His arm still tingled and spasm-ed every few seconds. Still, the fact he was getting uncomfortably close bothered him. There was obviously something wrong with this man's intelligence.
His mouth opened to answer his question only for him to let out a strangled noise of pain as the woman stepped firmly down onto his wrist, effectively pinning it to the street. His scowl only widened more as he knocked his free fist against her shin.
"It's not even a knife, you idiot. It's a scalpel. You use it to make incisions." His attention turned back to Lev momentarily to point at the blade in his hand. "I wasn't trying to assault you. I THOUGHT YOU WERE DEAD. I'm a scavenger, I was doing my job. But hey, you're obviously not dead so y'know, we can go on our merry ways. You two obviously have a place to be and I need to get home before my magic code wears off."
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Vigilantes
Smiley Specialist
he's big enough
Posts: 164
Preferred Name: Nama
Character Profile: ♦♦♦
Character Name: Levenin Refure
Main Account: Levenin
Status: On Hiatus
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Post by Levenin on Aug 17, 2015 2:47:11 GMT -5
Levenin shushed the both of them. Really, one was freely offering information about his Scavenger habits to complete strangers (probably a worse secret to admit to than being a Vigilante) and the other was giving threats to a person who clearly couldn’t fight back. The slums were not the best place for this conversation, especially during the night when crime was rampant. Oh man, would they be getting a late start on their next job.
”Evrika, please!” he pleaded while going to remove her foot from atop the Scavenger's hand. ”If he was a threat, he would’ve done something by now. There’s no honor in stepping on someone while they’re already down, right? You know, what you’re actually… kinda doing…?”
Of course that’d turned into a stupid pun somehow. Playing the mediator was a role Lev definitely had no experience in. With Ellie, there was no such thing as compromising anyway. It was either comply or be beaten into a bloody pulp, rinse and repeat. Precisely why Levenin stopped himself short of jumping on the “scalpel versus knife” bandwagon against her.
”See? It’s all a big misunderstanding!” said Lev, forcing a huge cheesy smile in a sad attempt to clear the air. ”We all have things to do so look! A point of reference we can use to get along! But uh… I do sorta worry…”
Should he say what he was thinking? The universe would’ve wholeheartedly agreed on a unanimous “no.” But this was Lev so naturally, he spewed whatever stupid ideas he had until something eventually stuck.
”You still seem weak and uh… Maybe you could let us escort you home on our way out?”
Levenin instantly spun around to face Ellie, hands up in defense in case she went straight for his face. It wouldn’t do anything to stop a slug in the cheek but it gave him a sense of security. ”I know what you’re thinking but I don’t feel comfortable letting him wander around alone after being shocked. I got zapped too, but I have you and he doesn’t. So… Just a small detour, maybe?”
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Will Punch Your Butthole
Posts: 114
Preferred Name: Donut
Pronouns: Her/She
Character Name: Ellie 'Evrika' Waters
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Post by Ellie on Aug 17, 2015 21:50:47 GMT -5
Was he really talking honor? Really? A thief was talking about honor to someone that routinely beat the tar out of people and had actually killed people before. "Nin, he was trying to dissect you! Did that part of it escape you? Oh my god." She twitched at the comment about the scalpel and was about ready to make the pathetic piece of shit eat his stupid mask.
"Oh, yes, brilliant! Let's walk the body harvesting tweaker home! Bad enough you already ruined my gloves, the cost of which is going to come out of your cut of our next job by the way, but now you want to waste time making sure bitch dick McChopshop doesn't trip on his way home. Yeah. Sure. Why the fuck not?" she groaned.
She stepped over to scoop up the spread out selection of tools that the asshole was going to use to slice up her dumbass of a partner. Some of them were semi decent. "I'm gonna kill you, Nin. Slowly. And you, bitch dick? Try anything funny and you'll be pulling these out of the spaces between each of your fingers."
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Unapproved Character
Angel of Music
Would Sell You For One Corn Chip
Posts: 20
Preferred Name: Panda
Pronouns: She/Her
Character Profile: ʘ
Character Name: Nickolas Strickland
Status: Seeking RPs
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Post by Soup on Sept 15, 2015 21:57:20 GMT -5
What was he? A child? Nickolas scoffed at Levenin's suggestion. Tired, twitchy and well on his way to nursing a minor magic withdrawal, but he wasn't weak and could very well still hold his own. With a moments pause, he slowly stood and lowered his pack to hold it open to Ellie, shaking it just a little expectantly.
"Don't worry, I won't hurt a single hair on the kid's head. Now if you'd be so kind as to return my tools? If they're in the pack I can't really use them against you, right?"
The fact they were willing to be of any help at all surprised him a bit. The Slums were definitely not a do-gooder's haven. They could have mugged him or worse after that little stunt, and hell that was still even a risk with them offering to take him home. He'd let on that he was a scavenger and by the looks of the two, they sure weren't dressed for a leisurely nightly stroll. Nickolas' ears drooped under his hood and he glanced about in thought, damn he was stupid.
'I could probably make a run for it if she returns my tools...But what if she doesn't, I'll still be stuck with them. I still have that reserve magic loaded into my mask. The squirmy one looks weak, I could probably take him in a fight easy but his friend looks like she eats nails.' His mind raced with any sort of idea he could possibly use to get out of leading them straight to his apartment. Unless he just lead them to a random spot and ditched them there instead. He could lie his way out of this easily.
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