It´s a calm afternoon, and Hightown is as it should be. A little bit old, a little bit dangerous at night and like a lightswitch was turned on, the nightlife is getting started.
Hightown does have some good clubs, The jazz clubs in hightown - not the best ones - have some semi-professional musicians playing.
The club today is a bit smaller but has a warm feeling, it seems the clientel knows each other like friends or family. After entering, there is a garderobe that isnt protected at all and the bar is on the left. The bar with maybe six stools infront of it doesn´t look professionally made and in the room are five tables. On the left is a cozy sitting corner with two smaller tables around. On the end of the room a small stage with decoration and the curtain doesn´t sepreate anything, its decorational, too.
This evening is just beginning, only few guests are here. Some come from work, others start working right now. It´s a young couple with dark skin that seems to not only run this place, but also living in the 2nd floor above. The guests vary in their colour and also in age. A young man, maybe a student, with rimless glases is currently playing double bass without a bow, he´s more plucking in a smoothing tune of bass.
So why are we talking about that place at all? It´s not important. Maybe it is someone who is there. It is defenetly someone who is there, but who could roam so free and still be important? The person of interrest would calmly answer: I´ve never met someone who is not important.
For the unknown it is an evening like any other, but they will be corrected pretty soon. The forces of good and evil are on the way. But is it all black and white? We will see.
"Walking down the street and you hear that heavy beat. You can't help but walk your feet, down all the way 'til we meet"~
The roar of the motorcycle came to a stop as she cut the engine in the parking lot. The bike and the rider were mostly black with purple highlights. Lifting the visor she takes in the Jazz club then double checks the address. "Maybe this is the one. Can't be worst then the last place."
Getting off the bike and storing the helmet in the bikes compartment she headed into the club. She would fit more in with a goth club than a Jazz place but she unzipped her jacket revealing a purple tank top with a v neck. With a quick shake of her head her hair changes to a blonde. So by the time she got to the door she was a blond in her 20s who seem to enjoy the wild side a bit.
Once inside she heads to the bar seeming to ignore the few patrons about as she takes a seat. "Bartender a rum and coke, please. Captain Mako spiced rum if you have it."
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2.) If it goes as planned it's not good RP
The young man behind said bar blinks one, two times, then he smiles again. "Welcome to my little club, first time here? Who did mention it?" The surprise was not unfounded, the Club didn´t even had a name or sign outside. He looks smirking to another male customer on a stool, but he shakes his head and lift his arms with a negative gesture. "Was´nt me."
The barowner looks back to the women and nods. "Well then, one sec." Swiftly he grabs the bottles and serves the drink. He doesn´t insist money, it might be that its typical to pay when leaving.
The Women gets glances and looks all the time, she is new here and so everyone wants to know who she is. Of course they do not ask, they keep whispering like humans do. Only the man the owner was talking to looks to her and speaks directly to her. "Havn´t seen you here, how´s it going? My name is Andre." He smiles with a smile a young women would fall in love with, no wonder the owner was thinking he invited her. He is a dark skinned man with a High Top Fade haircut, no facial hair and maybe in the 30s.
"Walking down the street and you hear that heavy beat. You can't help but walk your feet, down all the way 'til we meet"~
Another potential patron opened the door and poked his head into the little club, sniffing the air suspiciously. With a doubtful frown, he stepped into the place, slightly elongated, pointed ears fixed on the guy plunking softly at the bass.
The newcomer had an intense, almost feral face with pale blue eyes and chiseled features. His dark brown hair was pushed back from his tanned face and fell most of the way to the collar of his red t-shirt. The t-shirt had a black wolf’s head on the front outlined in gold. He carried a black leather jacket in his left hand. Below a web belt supporting a half-dozen pouches and clips, he wore a pair of black and dark gray camouflage pants tucked into black leather SWAT boots. The pouches at his belt were full, but not bulging. A custom matte black automatic pistol was tucked into a worn holster at his right hip. He had the kind of lean, dark, and dangerous vibe that a lot of young movie stars and gangers tried to emulate, but with him the wolfish feel came naturally. The hand of his cybernetic right arm clenched and released with a soft, metallic click. Neither bulked up, nor just a bare metal frame, the arm had proportions matched to his meat arm, with the same matte black finish as his pistol. He sniffed the air again and looked for a seat with its back to the wall.
Choosing an open spot with an even look around the club, he strode up to the bar, dropping his jacket on the seat as he went. No swagger, no arrogance in that walk, just efficiency of movement. His path left an open stool between himself and the blonde. He waited for the bartender's attention.
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"Oh, I heard a few rumors here and there. Dad got around to keep me out of the big name places, such a bore. I'm legal why should I suffer because he has political agendas." Rolls her eyes and takes the drink "Names Monica by the way. I let you try to guess the last name. You know politics." Technically it was true in a very roundabout way. "So this place has a name or is it just a Man cave pretending to be a club?"
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Before Andre could respont, the armed mutant enters the bar and steals the attention from the blonde women. Because this wild looking fella acting pretty normal, the people mind their own buisness again. Andre answers: "Hmm, a politician daughter.." The Barowner jokes: "Hah, better keep your hands away this time. Remember that redhead Andre." - "Shush.. eh.. don´t listen to him, he exaggerates... Must say I´m not really into politics, so I have no clue.. pretty shure its not O´bama." He chuckles.
The Barman looks to the wild man. "What poison for you.. eh.. Sir." he asks bit intimidated but tries to hide it.
The student on the double bass finishes and the audience claps very calmly, so he leaves the stage again and sits down in one of the table-seats. An elderly man takes his place on the stage with a trumpet, now a more jazzy musicflair is filling the bar, he has experience and knows the material.
"Walking down the street and you hear that heavy beat. You can't help but walk your feet, down all the way 'til we meet"~
Ori Drake saw the man with the leather jacket and the red t-shirt enter the unmarked club as her lyft driver pulled into a no-parking spot to let her out. She thanked him and passed him a small tip before closing the door. She stood on the sidewalk for a minute as she checked her face and mentally reviewed what she knew. Her hair was much darker than her normal golden-red, and it would fit more normally with her permanent suntan. (Folks in Taos had assumed she had Native American blood. She had thought it was Polynesian. Since she found out her father was a Dragon, she's not sure either way.) Her attire was nondescript, jeans and a blouse and a suede jacket that concealed her 9mm in the small of her back. She moved the remaining fifty feet and entered the club.
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"Hugh, really.. has anyone handed out flyers or something?" The Barman asked himself, but not whispered at al. "Welcome to my little family Jazzclub." As his hopes to become a well known clubowner got higher, so does his smile.
"Take a seat, my wonderfull wife can also bring drinks to the tables." The addition was neccesary, because the barseats were already taken.
"Walking down the street and you hear that heavy beat. You can't help but walk your feet, down all the way 'til we meet"~
"Thank you, sir," replied the mutant in the red t-shirt. "Whatever lager people hereabouts think is good."
He glanced around the place again and sniffed the air. Looking at the woman entering the bar, he twitched a lip with what might have been amusement. "Looking forward to the music. 'Come in out of the rain to hear the jazz go down,' and all that."
Having stepped between Andre and the blonde, he tells them, "Sorry for interrupting." He fishes a $20 from his left pocket and slides it over to bartender.
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Cash and dring changing their owner and the mutant has a funky drink with a little umbrella and even a slice of fruit on the glas. Probably lookings better than it tasts, but thats pretty subjective. The change is also handed to the mutant, the owner do respect him and hides everything behind a smile.
Andre himself shakes his head slightly. "No worries." The trumped sounds filling the room are very cheerfull and happy.
So the little Jazzclub is filling with more and more people, behind Ori enters a group of four the room. These faces are more familiar to the owner and other guests, they greet each other and the new faces too, then they sit down to a favourite table and the women of the owner takes the drinking orders.
"Walking down the street and you hear that heavy beat. You can't help but walk your feet, down all the way 'til we meet"~
She leaned against the bar making a point to not focus too much on anyone but the music playing as she drank the drink. Her mutant powers kicking in neutralizing the alcohol and making sure there wasn't anything unexpected in the drink. "Pretty good music. Nothing to dance to really but the place don't have the room for a dance floor."
Her eyes did scan the owner trying to figure if he was the person known as Jazzhands.
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2.) If it goes as planned it's not good RP
"Yeah, it is too small for that. Maybe one day we can renovate, but thats future music. - And Old Stan would appriciate your coumpliment." He smiles again.
There was nothing special in the drink, only thats what was ordered. Despite some call coke poison water, theres no poison or anything else.
The owner resembels Jazzhands not very much. For the poeple who know him from the past its obious, the owner is black and Jazzhands is caucasian. The owner is slim and rumors say Jazzhands became big. Also the rumors say he has dreadlocks and this man has a short afro.
When glanced through the room, there are a few man who are big and has dreadlocks. But only two caucasian with dreadlocks, one is big, the other is pretty slim. Only a matter of time that the villains and heroes with different information can identify the subject that was once called Jazzhands.
"Walking down the street and you hear that heavy beat. You can't help but walk your feet, down all the way 'til we meet"~
Ori returned the greeting, then ordered a white wine and sat down at a table to the left of the stage. She paid attention to who knew who, and who could be Jazzhands with a decent disguise. There was something familiar about the young man who'd quoted [url=http://www.metrolyrics.com/sultans-of-swing-lyrics-dire-straits.html]Knopfler[/url], but he didn't seem to be a regular.
If she discounted shapeshifting powers (which she couldn't entirely, Titan City being Titan City) she could eliminate from consideration all the females, and anyone shorter than 6'2". Changing racial features beyond hair and skin color would take significant resources and/or cause discomfort with prolonged use, so anyone with features significantly different to the face in the photo also became less likely. She sipped her wine and listened to the music, remaining alert for more clues to Jazzhands or to the identities of the non-regulars.
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Lobo nodded and took the drink over to the two-seater table against the wall where he had tossed his jacket. He left the other seat open and sat down before suspiciously sweeping the room again with his eyes. Then, his gaze dropped to the drink. He plucked the umbrella out, pinched it closed, and set it aside. He sniffed the drink cautiously, shrugged, and plucked the slice of fruit from the rim. He licked it with just the tip of his tongue, and then popped it in his mouth, rind and all. From there, it was a short slide to the drink itself, which, he had to admit, wasn't half bad.
No one in the room was an obvious match for the description he had been given, but that wasn't surprising. Like himself, he could tell that some of the patrons--like the blonde at the bar and the darker-haired woman with the vaguely familiar scent--weren't regulars, while some were. Each needed watching. He relaxed, ignored the furtive stares and quiet remarks, and listened to the jazz trumpet player while he began to match individual scents to the people in the bar. It was possible, but not certain, that one of them was his target.
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After old Stan finished his amused tune the crowd cheers calmly claping. Stan even bowed pretty happy about it and leaves the stage. The women of the owner gives him a drink and chats with him.
The stage is not long empty. The group in the corner is next.
Here we have a drummer, a big shaved black man with bald head. He wears a T-shirt, short trousers with sneakers on his feet also he wears a green cappy. On the small stage are already a set of drums and a piano, so he doesnt have to set up anything.
The saxophone player is the thin caucasian dreadhead, wears them open and hanging. He wears a turtleneck sweater and shock trousers with a musicnote as a belt buckle.
The other big caucasian man with dreadlocks sits down at the piano. He wears khaki wide trousers and a black hoodie, his dreads in a tight ponytail on top of that a reverse mens beret. The eyes are hidden behind mirrored blue and round glases.
An italian looking women stands with a double bass rather in the front of the stage, she wears a long pullover that goes to the knees, regular jeans and a dark shades, hiding her snake-like eyes behind that. Unlike the student she is playing with the bow.
The room gets quieter and the attention shifts to the band.
They start playing a covering song of 'Mad World' in a jazzy tune. After the first notes are played the singing starts with them the women is the singer of the group, so it seems. Her long tongue is sometimes seen while she sings. The band is pretty good for semi-professinals. The whole room can feel something strange. A huge wave of sadness fills their hearts in a very supernatural way, obviously for the regulars nothing special or they don´t realize it. For our unregular costumors it can be overwhelming at first, but the strenght of that power is very inhibited, not enaughts to bring a outburst of emotions.
The first lines are only sung by the woman, other lines the piano player sings, too. A duet and they even sing together. The voice of the woman has a gently tune with lots of bass in it. People listening to jazz singers will know that this lady might have a future in professional levels. The voice of the man is more dirty and rusty.
"Walking down the street and you hear that heavy beat. You can't help but walk your feet, down all the way 'til we meet"~
Just then a beast barges in, He had the shape of an ogre, and the face of a walrus, a large, rotund creature, a mountain of muscle hiding behind a layer of thick blubber, behind him where a few men in suits and animal masks designed after animals one would find at the north pole. The men looked malnourished and shivering, and though their faces where covered all who looked upon them could tell they where afraid of the well dressed beast beside them. He approached the counter and spoke to the man behind the bar "Pardon me, sir, but I would like to purchase a round of brandy for me and my men..." the creature's speech was low, well mannered but something felt off about it, as if it hid a hidden malice.
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The song was so well done that Lobo remembered as she sang all the times he couldn't be there when he was needed, and the betrayals and disappointments. His eyes filled with tears.
He realized with a start that this was probably Jazzhands at work. One of the four musicians? Probably, but which? It didn't matter, yet. Something told him that the Walrus mattered. Lobo palmed a different clip from a pouch and swapped it for the one in his gun, leaving the weapon holstered as he did so. It was a long-practiced move. Four seconds, tops, and he was ready to take down a tank. He kept his eyes on the big guy and his minions.
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The Walrus turned his attention to the jazz band, particularly eyeing the pianist then he turns to the man in a Polar Bear mask next to him and whispers "The Pianist.... wait for them to be done and separated... do. not. fail. me." the man shakes, his brandy rippling in his hand, then he gives a nod.
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Flux rose up and headed to the stage. Her eyes on the singer but her movements was to get the large white man with dreadlocks in her sphere of influence. Sound waves were after all air molecules moving in a pattern. So once she was in range she caused those very molecules to send a whisper to him. The voice would be male and soft so only he could pick it up.
Whisper "Don't react to this only you can hear me. I do not know if you are the retired hero known as Jazzhands or not, nor does it matter. There been a hit put out for Jazzhands and you match the description of the target. If you are him nod your head to the beat, if not tap your foot."
As this happens she drinks the last of her rum and coke.
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2.) If it goes as planned it's not good RP
Ori noticed the wave of sadness, and muttered a protective cantrip. Then Large One came in with his entourage, and the Young Lady moved a bit forward and the Familiar Dire Straits Fan did - something? Was that a weapon there? She didn't know who was on which team, but she was fairly sure that the person most likely to be Jazzhands was the Piano Man. Another spell was readied, the one she practiced the most with, and she adjusted her chair so when the time came to act, she could leap in to protect the Piano Man.
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After the Walrus-man with his henchmen came in, the club knew that something isn´t right today. Some are leaving in a hurry, but doesn´t want to make it obvious. They are greeted with a worried smile and get the drinks, but their appearence put everyone in a uncomfortable mood.
The singing from the pianist stopped a beat and then he catches up to the other singer again. The pianist nods, yes he was Jazzhands and now he worries, the sadness in the room turns into concern and anxiety. Lets hope magic can protect feelings, because this wave now is not so damped like the sadness was. And even soundwaves aren´t the source of that manipulation, it´s more like an aura around him.
Quite a chain reaction, the crowd worries about the scene and now they getting more feelings of that, even a bit fear. It lacks only a drop until the barrel overflows.
"Walking down the street and you hear that heavy beat. You can't help but walk your feet, down all the way 'til we meet"~
the Walrus mutters under his breath, he was concerned about the patrons leaving and calls "Come now!! Come all of you!! Don't be so hasty, a round on me for the entire house" he tried to hide his motivations, but with the sudden wave of fear and anxiety those with keener eyes for judgement can tell that whatever he was planning he needed the patrons there, his manner was more aggressive like a beast slowly realizing that his camouflage was undone and needed to act fast.
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"Oh let them go airhead. Or do you need spectators to prove you are big and strong? They might be leaving because your scent is so obnoxious." She turned her hair turning black "Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Flux."
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The feral-looking mutant plays off the former blonde--Flux's--insults. He stands and shrugs on his leather jacket. "And Mister Tusks, whatever you got going down, this place didn't ask for it. If you'd like to take it outside..., well, I never hunted walrus, but there's a first time for everything."
He was trying to focus his emotions, like Kisya had told him he'd have to, but this was hard. He felt like whining and tucking his metaphorical tail between his legs, but this was time to focus that feeling and challenge the blubbery creature, instead.
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Ori noted YL - Flux - and FDSF confronting Tusks, seeking to move the fight outside before it really started. [I]Very good, but what is the entourage going to do?[/i] She looked to see where the one Tusks had whispered to was going...
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The music stops completly and the crowd is moving back from the walrus and the others who engage him. Hiding and taking a bit cover, fighting is nothing they want to be a part of.
Jazzhands himself speaks quick words to his band and they are leaving the stage with their instruments to get cover too. The big man with his stoic face can´t fool anyone, he might look untroubled but his feeling are well known and feeled be everyone in the vicinity. He knows whats going on, he don´t know why, but he know what will happen. Getting a better controll over his feelings again he keeps sitting behind the piano.
"Walking down the street and you hear that heavy beat. You can't help but walk your feet, down all the way 'til we meet"~
The sadness didn't seem to affect her. When one had spent time as a lab rat, then locked away in a high-security mental ward getting used to depression is easy. "Only one person can get the offered bounty right, how about we take this dance outside. We both know hero types even retired one's won't run he be here after I knock you out."
Showing no fear at all she headed out of the club as she goes she places a 10 on the counter. "Or are you afraid of a single young woman?"
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"There's a bounty on the walrus?" the mutant spat. "Well, it must be my lucky day, then. What about the critters with him? Just a bonus?"
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The Walrus looks around, his eye twitching, screaming in rage he unsheathed a remote, and pushed a button, suddenly a red light started blinking under the skin of one his minions, the one with the polar bear mask "I wanted to do this simply but you have pushed me far beyond my limit!! Mr Bear here brought us all a present for us to enjoy you see, a bomb with enough force to bring the house down... I have an appointment to keep we should hurry this along!!" The man in Bear mask is clearly frightened.
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With a wave of her hand, the air pressure around Walrus and his henchmen started to increase. At the point, it started to be crushing the door opened and the air pressure was released. A hurricane forced wind could blast anyone caught in it out the door. Her goal was to get the guy with the bomb out but she hopes to get the Walrus outside too.
“I said outside”. Then looks to what she assumed was a hero “No bounty on blubber gut. Someone put a hit on the retired hero Jazzhands. Fish breath trying to get that score.”
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The Walrus gripped the bar, and when the blast came instead of blowing him out of the door, the force of his strength combined with the blast, shatters the portion in his grip, shattered glass and splintered wood burst out some flecheting the walrus hide like tiny needles, the remote and his men blow out the door, and the walrus is pushed back though he manages to mone his mass towards the wall rather than the door, making a large crater, and in a flash of pain and rage he lets out a roar that seems to shake the floor before charging at the band with fire in his eyes.
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Still ready to shift her form but remaining human for the moment, Ori stood and walked over to the Piano Man. "Orichalcia Drake, Private Investigator. They seem to be busy; would you like to go somewhere that isn't a battleground?"
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The entire clientel, the owner and the bands all fliped out. A bomb? Then a tornado and parts of the interior is breaking? Well here we have a screaming and panic.
The stoic face of Jazzhands looks at Ori, the eyes behind that mirrored blue round glasses. He nods but says: "And also you could be someone other than you say you are. But it seems they all want me. Good suggestion then." The big man stands up und sights one time. He does´nt use his powers to calm everyone down or influencing the bad guys. He points at the door. "Well this way is blocked, but we can use a window. Hope I don´t break anything myself."
"Walking down the street and you hear that heavy beat. You can't help but walk your feet, down all the way 'til we meet"~
"And here I was hoping you could show me where the back door was." Ori spotted the window, walked briskly towards it, still being aware of the combatants and ready to shift...
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Lobo took two steps back toward the stage, drew his weapon, and fired, heedless of the flying debris the Walrus had created.
The heavy caliber pistol thundered. The first round was a non-lethal crowd control pellet. It burst at the door frame to the club, filling most of the area up to the stage with a whirling mixture of military grade tear gas and pepper particles. Against normal, unprotected humans, this was extremely effective. It made eyes, nose, and mouth sting and burn, with hot itching on exposed skin. Lobo didn't expect it to have any surface effect on the Walrus, unless the fellow breathed it in, but his flunkies didn't appear tough or skilled enough to fight the effects of the aerosol cloud.
The former black-ops soldier wasn't pulling any punches. His next three rounds were penetrating explosives designed to turn heavy-class metahumans into fleshy chunks. Given the obvious blubber on the Walrus, the penetration would be necessary. Lobo fired them at the Walrus--belly, chest, and neck--and hoped it would be sufficient.
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“Just how many are here due to the hit on the old man?” Flux ask as she grabs a drink that survived so far and flung it at Walrus.
Just as the liquid splashes the air around Walrus grows cold. So cold that very drink turns to ice. Flux was now trying to freeze the man.
She then blinks and looks at Ori. “They don’t have a back door?”
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Jazzhands blinks. "Old man." he muttered. Never was he called old man with his young age. He fallowed Ori with a short distance but stoped becouse of the tear-gas. His thumb points over his shoulder. "House on House. No Backd.." explosives are hitting and interrupted him. "..door." he looks concerned around the room, all civilians and his friend are in terror, hiding behind the interior.
Looking what Ori is doing, he borrows a scarf and coveres his lower face with it.
"Walking down the street and you hear that heavy beat. You can't help but walk your feet, down all the way 'til we meet"~
Looking around she sighs. “Okay I put up a barrier get the non-combatants out! I be useless as I hold it!”
With that the cold vanish as she shifts focus forcing air to form a wall of lack of air. Keeping the tear gas and most everything else in the affected area.
Bullets will go wildly off projection, people entering the barrier would feel like they suddenly rushed up a mountain. Basically she formed a gap of vacuum about a foot wide between Walrus and the civilians.
“Don’t stand there people! Run don’t walk the f**k out!”
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1.) Nothing goes as planned.
2.) If it goes as planned it's not good RP
The Walrus powers through the cold winds only for Lobo's pistol round to go through his shoulder, he clutched it in agony and with momentary distraction he gets taken aback by Flux's wind slamming into the wall behind him "I will not... FALTER!!"
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Lobo glances over his shoulder at Jazzhands and the two women. "Whatever you're going to do, get past him now. If my bullets won't stop him, very little will. I'll hold as I can. I apparently owe this man a favor," he said, nodding at the musician.
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"My strengths are weak against this tub of lard. I'm willing to take advice from someone." Okay, she was annoyed Flux power to manipulate the air and water around her seems to be a poor choice. Her more focused powers were touched based and she really didn't want to get into melee range against Walrus.
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1.) Nothing goes as planned.
2.) If it goes as planned it's not good RP
Ori stepped over to the window and cast a spell. There was a soft [i]click[/i] as the latch turned and the window swung slightly open. "You guys go on. I'll talk to Tusky." She stepped toward the Walrus, and as she passed Jazzhands she spoke a single incomprehensible word. Before her next step, she had grown to about 8 feet tall, with scales of a golden bronze color, her fingers and toes now ended in sharp talon, and her head was now longer, with a pair of horns growing back from her temples. Wings opened as her clothing shifted to accommodate her new form, spanning just over twice her height, and stretching out to cover the escape of the others. It looked like she had a reach advantage on Walrus, but he still outmassed her, though not by much. "[b][font=tempus sans itc][size=20]If you want him, assassin , you must come through me. If you can.[/size][/font][/b]"
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Foradain, Mage of Phoenix Rising.
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Jazzhands blinks and watches Ori, then he nods. He was the first one who leaves the building, then he helped the others who want to escape the scene. The last ones are his band and they stand beside him with a grim look on their faces. No words are needed for him, so he shakes his head. "No questions, no answers and NO help from you. Leave." Trying to be calm and to not feel anything, he looks again stoic through his mirrored glasses and points with a finger down the street.
With hesitation his friends are leaving. The whole club is now empty, not all flee very far, of course humans want to watch, like a car crash. But the people are far enough away to be not harmed.
Jazzhands looks down the steet, he could also leave .. but other places could be crowded too and he was found after all. He shakes his head and looks back to the club, then to the street where the henchman of the walrus are. He sights and speaks to himself. "All this chaos.. I want to go home and cry. All my fault again."
"Walking down the street and you hear that heavy beat. You can't help but walk your feet, down all the way 'til we meet"~
"You've got this, then," Lobo said to the dragon lady. He jumped back out of the way of the Walrus and followed Jazzhands through the window. "Shame about the mess."
He climbed down to the street in time to catch the musician muttering to himself. The mutant considered his words, and then barely shrugged. "What's your fault? If you want to retire, or whatever, people should let you do it in peace."
A Wing and a Prayer, A Strong, Strong Wind, All Forests are One, Power Struggles - Venture City metahuman novels in the spirit of City of Heroes and other comic book superhero fiction. (http://bit.ly/sdpbooks)
The Walrus glared at the Dragon woman "....Fine... you want to go to war? We shall go to war... there is a bounty on his head... he'll suffer for his actions soon enough.... but you... you WITCH!! ARE NOW AT THE TOP OF MY LIST!!" he throws a nearby bar stool at Ori and then charges yet again.
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Ori caught the bar stool and judged the Walrus' strength by the sting in her palm, and decided that getting punched or grabbed should be avoided. "So high? Should I be flattered?" She flipped the bar stool to her left hand, seat facing the Walrus and the legs paralleling her forearm for blocking, then dodged to her right, sticking out her left foot in hopes of tripping him as he went past.
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"Should I get jealous? Oh well." She dropped the area effect now that Jazzhands was out and thought for a moment then focus on Ori. The air around her thickens but not around her face. Flux was manipulating the air around Ori to produce an air cushion against blunt and force type attacks. (Effect is defensive buff it be weak against stabbing type attacks but blunt force would be partially absorbed by the air cushion.)
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Personal rules of good roleplay
1.) Nothing goes as planned.
2.) If it goes as planned it's not good RP
The Walrus pushed against the air cushion and noticed he was falling, and in a last ditch effort to deal some damage he opened his mouth and aimed his tusks downward towards Ori allowing gravity to do the rest of the work. He was attempting to bite her.
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Jazzhands glanced towards Lobo and sights again. "Mhm." was the very eloquent answer. Then he watches the fight again. "First it seemed you all wanted the money. Thaught, if I die anyway, I could keep my friends out of this." He speaks without any accentuation, also having a stoic face. "What about the henchmen over there? One has a bomb around his neck." he points towards the animal-gang.
"Walking down the street and you hear that heavy beat. You can't help but walk your feet, down all the way 'til we meet"~
"Heh. That, I can fix," Lobo replied, looking across the street at the cluster of rag-tag henchmen picking themselves up from the ground. None of them looked too sure of what they were supposed to do next. He glanced back and told Jazzhands, "When we're done here, you've gotta tell me who you pissed off. That bounty won't go away just because a few hunters fail. We gotta take care of it at the source."
He changed out his clip again and re-holstered his weapon as he trotted across the street. "Hey, compadre'! You want the bomb off? I can do that. The rest of you, don't give me no trouble and I won't hurt you. Tusker-boy is 'occupied' inside."
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Ori twisted, putting her left arm - and the bar stool - in the path of The Walrus' tusks. There was a screech as the legs twisted under the force of the bite, and Ori pulled her arm out with a long gash were one tusk had started cutting in. Dark red blood slowly dripping down her arm, she continued the twist, bringing her right claw around to strike between his head and shoulders - she thought the neck should be there somewhere - hopefully before he had finished dealing with the mouthful of bar stool.
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Okay she really can’t do much against Walrus. The bleeding Ori now has that she could do something for.
She ran up behind Ori and put her hand on ori’s back. “Sorry for the crappy heal I’m an amateur!” With that she willed Ori wounds to close.
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1.) Nothing goes as planned.
2.) If it goes as planned it's not good RP
The Walrus, attempted to reach for Flux, meanwhile outside, the henchmen approach Jazzhands "Hey uh.... can we go with you? After this is over I mean..." a man in a Fennec Fox mask says.
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Jazzhands lifts his hands and does ..well.. Jazzhands. "Wuhu~" he replies unmotivated. "I bet a bad Lady, always had so much luck with the Ladys." he puffs out and shakes his head. "If it is a bounty, you and the others fighting with the walrus-man are heroes then? Or the winner gets me hrm?" Again he sights, then he shrugs his shoulders. "Anyway.. If we can keep my neighbourhood intact and the people here unharmed - I will fallow."
The attention sifts towards the henchman. Jazzhands points towards Lobo. "Ask him - also, isn´t one of you going to explode?" He steps one, two feet away from them.
"Walking down the street and you hear that heavy beat. You can't help but walk your feet, down all the way 'til we meet"~
"Not without this remote" the one bear in the bear mask says "It controls the bomb, and now that my life is finally in my hands, we say we want to help you, maybe make some friends so that we can free the others back home and for the record. This isn't about a bounty.... he seems to really hate you... like... more than usual.... says it's about giving weak men hope something like that...."
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"If you've got the remote, can you get the bomb off you?" Lobo asked. "Too many accidents happen with improvised devices. Almost as much of a danger to the bomb makers as to their targets, and Tusker-boy doesn't seem like a professional."
To Jazzhands, he added, "I'm no hero, but I was hired to help you out, if you could use it. My employer would like to get on your good side. He's more like a hero, 'cept he works the shadows and can help you disappear, relocate, get the person offering the bounty, whatever."
A Wing and a Prayer, A Strong, Strong Wind, All Forests are One, Power Struggles - Venture City metahuman novels in the spirit of City of Heroes and other comic book superhero fiction. (http://bit.ly/sdpbooks)
With a blast of air she jumped back as Walrus tried to reach her. Of course she wasn’t stupid enough to be an easy grab.
“Sorry big guy your not my type.”
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2.) If it goes as planned it's not good RP
The Walrus slowly rises to his feet "This... this isn't over..." he attempts run out of the fight crashing through any walls he needs to. As for the henchmen "The bomb wasn't made by him, it's Black Rose tech, he has a lot friends in both high and low places, it's how he's gotten away with so much... as for the bomb I can shut it off but I can't take it out completely without surgery. It's deactivated now and while we may not be any use in a fight we do have contacts... we haven't been in contact with them for some time but we know 'em…. some of us have experience with the underworld too.... I personally know how to forge documents if need be.... you're a mercenary? What are your rates?"
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Lobo chuckled smoothly. "Very high, my friend, but not unreasonable. If you are serious, contact Curiosity Kilz. They handle my contracts. I just do the field work."
At the crashing of the Walrus back into the street, he dropped to a crouch and prepared to draw his weapon again.
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Noting that the path was clear, both before the Walrus and beyond him - at least for twenty feet more - Ori opened her mouth, took a deep breath, and exhaled. It wasn't quite like the breath of [I]Gojira[/i] in the old movies, it was more like a horizontal lightning bolt. It passed through the Walrus and grounded fifteen feet in front of him.
Foradain, Mage of Phoenix Rising.
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With mouth open Jazzhands comment was interupted by the lightning. So the mouth closed again and he takes a deep breath by himself now. Very skilled not to be an open book, his powers reveal what he is really feeling. Thas because everyone in the area is feeling it, too.
Excitement rushes through the body. The heart pounds faster, eyes widen.
"You never know what to expect." Jazzhands mumbles.
"Walking down the street and you hear that heavy beat. You can't help but walk your feet, down all the way 'til we meet"~
Lobo replied with a snort, "You got that right, compadre'. Titan City's kinda funny that way."
The glue rounds he had loaded up in case the minions got angry might help if the Walrus lost his focus on the dragon. Lobo doubted that his auxiliary taser would even register through the blubber. Oddly, the mutant was struck by the difficulty the Walrus probably had having good clothing made. No wonder he was such a grouch.
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The Walrus took a blast of lightning to the face but still stood his ground, he seems to be getting weary, then he screamed to his men "COME HERE!!" to which the man responded by waving the remote around in his hand, then angrier than he's ever been he screams and charges towards his own men ignoring the hero, mercenary and Jazz Hands all together
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"Got this one, maybe," Lobo said. He fired the entire half-clip of glue rounds at and directly in front of the charging Walrus. Individually, the web charges wouldn't stop someone with the power of that villain behind him, but Lobo was hoping the reinforced area effect would do the trick.
"If this doesn't work, anybody with a force field to put up in front of those guys would be welcome. Anyone?"
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The glue clips slap against his hide, at first it seems that he might power through but at the very end he trips, falling over into a puddle of glue. Straining himself to stand "The... The Black Rose will know of this!! I ALWAYS FIND MY WAY OUT!!"
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Lobo filed away the Walrus' comment for later.
"No hard feelings, sir, but there is business to conduct." The mutant ejected his clip and caught it with his normal left hand. He scrabbled for another in the left hand cargo pocket of his pants and swapped it with the half-empty clip he had just used. Slapping it in and letting the action snap back, he pumped another four rounds into the street where the Walrus and the pavement met. Two were more web capsules and two were a synthetic narcotic sort of heavy sleeping gas. "TCPD is best able to figure out what to do with him. In the meantime, I suggest you and the rest of us 'helpers' get the hell out of dodge."
He looked toward the dragon. "Hey, chica, I'm thinking you outclass Flux and me, here. You got a safe place to go, or do we ask Mr. Jazzhands to pick?"
Lobo nodded to Flux. "By the way, Kartanian sends you his regards. Said to say 'Hi' if ever I met you."
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As he fought off his sleep he started to scream "You!! I... I know you, JazzHands, I know what you've done!! You gave him hope!! You... you murdered himmmm…." his speech petered out as he passed out
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Jazzhands sights. "Probably" he answered and immediately a wave of the exavt opposite of hope takes place. Sadness, the heavy burdon of Atlas who holds the world on his back is infused to everyone.
After a quick shaking with his head the effect loses quite a chunk of its strenghts. "Sorry." he mumbles, he knows about his powers. "Yeah I.. should go. Hiding is no option anmyore. I .. might not be in best shape but eh.. you decide then."
"Walking down the street and you hear that heavy beat. You can't help but walk your feet, down all the way 'til we meet"~
With the Walrus immobilized, Ori resumed her human form. "Not really, that blast takes too long to recharge. As for a safe place," she pauses a moment as the sudden wave of sadness threatened to overwhelm her defenses, until Jazzhands locked it down again, "You might try [url=https://cityoftitans.com/forum/whitehold-apartments-rp]The Whitehold[/url]. I've heard there are lots of powered folk living there, might be some that can help with whatever it is that you're dealing with. By the way," she pulled out her phone and displayed a picture, taken from the security video from her office, of the man who'd hired her. "Is this your father? 'Cause if he's not, then you're not the person he asked me to find. 'Less he was lying to me about the relationship."
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"Hno.. my father is a retired Assambly worker and lives in Germany." he replied after checking the picture. "Might be a henchman so.. " he points to the walrus-man. "This folk could find me.. And you did find me." He doesnt respond to the whole 'what he has to deal with' part and nods in silent.
"Walking down the street and you hear that heavy beat. You can't help but walk your feet, down all the way 'til we meet"~
Flux came out of the place with a beer bottle. "Well, there only two ways of doing things now. One hide in that Whitehold place, or go after the fellow who wrote put out the hit."
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2.) If it goes as planned it's not good RP
"In other words, do I tell this guy this was a dead end to buy you whatever time we can, or tell him to come get you so we can take him and ask questions that might lead us to the source of your problem?"
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"Isn´t it hard to make decisions? Maybe they are good, maybe they aren´t and then there are the ones that end very dreadful." He nods towards the villain. "They say heroes make your own villains, maybe I did. But I won´t call myself a hero. .. So you want to use me as bait? Fine. I won´t refuse."
"Walking down the street and you hear that heavy beat. You can't help but walk your feet, down all the way 'til we meet"~
The man in the Bear mask turns to the group "We can try to find something on who set out the hit..."
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