Epic M&M: Issue 4 (IC)
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Calinon
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EPIC HQ
Vincent
Vincent
"I'd have done what he said and not moved. I'd have let him and anyone with him get away with the blood samples. If I could have, I'd have offered to be the hostage instead of her. Hell, I'd have walked him out the front gate. The only way I'd have attacked him is if he was trying to take Ogawa or someone else with him when he left, or if he was in the clear, away from bystanders. Look at the file. You'll figure out why," he says with certainty.
Calinon
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EPIC HQ
Johan
"Hey, sweetie," Sanchez says. "Come to play in the shop with us all night?"
"But we can fix it by morning, right?" Anna says hopefully.
"I don't know, hon," Sanchez says. "We might get motion control up and running, but I'm not sure about flight and targetting."
Johan
You find the two working on piecing together Anna's armor. It well looks hopeless, with so many parts. Whatever Stryke hit Anna with, it was specifically designed to do this.Dalamar said:
"Hey, sweetie," Sanchez says. "Come to play in the shop with us all night?"
"But we can fix it by morning, right?" Anna says hopefully.
"I don't know, hon," Sanchez says. "We might get motion control up and running, but I'm not sure about flight and targetting."
Deva
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Calinon said:
Taking her position near the edge of the circle, she tries to duplicate Xi's stance and grip on the staff. "Tire him out..." She shakes her head as she looks at the drool dangling nearly a foot out of Jackal's jagged toothed maw. "I'm practically asleep on my feet, and you want me to tire him out? I don't think so!" As jackal stands straight, she jabs the end of the staff into his stomach again - not as hard as before, but hard enough to double him over as Xi had.
Calinon said:
"Thankful for beating him when he can't fight back? Oh yea, I'm sure he'll be real thankful." She drives the staff against Jackal's left thigh, shifting the weapon quickly to strike against his right thigh the instant later. She keeps the rhythm of her hits precise, giving him only a few seconds between each before hitting him again in one of the spots as directed by Xi.
She doesn't mention anything about the tatoo, considering the way he made no attempt at answering her question about who he was. She figure's he's either like X12 and doesn't remember who he is, or he's just guarded and doesn't want anyone to know about him. Given the way X has reacted during some memory flash backs, she decides not to press the issue incase Xi reacts the same way.
Instead, she concentrates on trying to wear the beast that is Jackal down, muttering an appology after every blow until it became like her mantra.
*smack* "Sorry." *smack* "Sorry." *smack* "Sorry." *smack* "Sorry." *smack* "Sorry." *smack* "Sorry."
Calinon
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EPIC HQ
Johan
You notice that most of the pieces, if not all of them, are not damaged, just that connections between the pieces have been destroyed. That might be a design flaw or feature, you're not sure. Many of the attachements are rather wrecked, from the flight capabilities to sensor additions to the helmet. You have a feeling the interface that connects to Anna's spine looks pretty much ruined.
Sanchez brings the schematics for the armor up on the screens around her workbench. "Alright, you two," she says. "Get the pieces set on the bench in order. They've each got serial numbers on them, so you can match them up to the schematic. I better get to work on the nervous system interface or it wont' matter what we do with the armor," she states, taking the back plate and painful looking wiring and probes to another workbench.
Anna starts moving pieces around, reading the schematic and comparing codes, and putting them in order. It's not an easy task for her, especially being restricted to her wheelchair.
China
Raisa
Time passes and you keep up your routine. You are amazed at how fast Jackal regenerates anything you do to him. But as you hit his muscles, his growls grow less and his straining less forceful. His breathing slowly becomes more and more laboured, and his lunges at you fewer and farther between. His ears, which had been flattend against his head in a show of anger, begin to droop slightly and his eyes start to glaze over.
Finally, three hours later, as you strike him again in the arm, he wobbles and falls to his knees.
"S-stop," he pleads weakly, throat probably bruised from his straining over the past hours. He slumps forward, but the chains about his arms and neck prevent him from reaching the ground. Instead, he lets out a choked whine as he hits the end of the chains, as they suspend him a foot from the floor.
Xi stands and comes over, taking the staff from you. Your hands throb when he does so. He uses it to lever Jackal into a sitting position. "Who are you?"
"Michael," Jackal says, voice no more than a horse whisper.
"Are you deceiving me?" Xi asks, raising the staff as if to strike him again.
Jackal... Michael flinches, turning as much as he can reflexively to avoid any blow.
"The Jackal will never shrink from a blow," he says. "Do you know who this girl is?"
Michael, once certain he will not be struck, looks over Raisa. He is still rather intimidating being that on his knees he still towers over you. He doesn't transform, but it seems to you that he is slightly smaller than before, perhaps a foot or two even. His blackish brown fur isn't bristling any more, giving him a softer appearance. But he still has those immense claws, which apparently, like a dog, he can't retract. It makes you wonder how useful his hands are. His teeth make you think of your mother reading you Little Red Riding hood as a child. All the better to eat you with, my dear, you think to yourself. After what seems like minutes, but probably is only a few seconds, the light of recognition comes to his features.
"Raisa," he says quietly. "You drove the Jackal away." His eyes flicker over to the staff in Xi's hands. He looks afraid of it, but the look only lasts a brief instant.
"Thank you."
X12
The sounds of some heavy duty weapons training comes from the dojo as you pass. Muffled sounds of a striking cane or staff can be heard. But it fades as you get closer to the bunkhouse, and can't be heard at all once you are within.
Johan
"Well, you'll be short a member if we can't get this armor fixed," Sanchez says, organizing pieces of the armor.
You notice that most of the pieces, if not all of them, are not damaged, just that connections between the pieces have been destroyed. That might be a design flaw or feature, you're not sure. Many of the attachements are rather wrecked, from the flight capabilities to sensor additions to the helmet. You have a feeling the interface that connects to Anna's spine looks pretty much ruined.
Sanchez brings the schematics for the armor up on the screens around her workbench. "Alright, you two," she says. "Get the pieces set on the bench in order. They've each got serial numbers on them, so you can match them up to the schematic. I better get to work on the nervous system interface or it wont' matter what we do with the armor," she states, taking the back plate and painful looking wiring and probes to another workbench.
Anna starts moving pieces around, reading the schematic and comparing codes, and putting them in order. It's not an easy task for her, especially being restricted to her wheelchair.
China
Raisa
Time passes and you keep up your routine. You are amazed at how fast Jackal regenerates anything you do to him. But as you hit his muscles, his growls grow less and his straining less forceful. His breathing slowly becomes more and more laboured, and his lunges at you fewer and farther between. His ears, which had been flattend against his head in a show of anger, begin to droop slightly and his eyes start to glaze over.
Finally, three hours later, as you strike him again in the arm, he wobbles and falls to his knees.
"S-stop," he pleads weakly, throat probably bruised from his straining over the past hours. He slumps forward, but the chains about his arms and neck prevent him from reaching the ground. Instead, he lets out a choked whine as he hits the end of the chains, as they suspend him a foot from the floor.
Xi stands and comes over, taking the staff from you. Your hands throb when he does so. He uses it to lever Jackal into a sitting position. "Who are you?"
"Michael," Jackal says, voice no more than a horse whisper.
"Are you deceiving me?" Xi asks, raising the staff as if to strike him again.
Jackal... Michael flinches, turning as much as he can reflexively to avoid any blow.
"The Jackal will never shrink from a blow," he says. "Do you know who this girl is?"
Michael, once certain he will not be struck, looks over Raisa. He is still rather intimidating being that on his knees he still towers over you. He doesn't transform, but it seems to you that he is slightly smaller than before, perhaps a foot or two even. His blackish brown fur isn't bristling any more, giving him a softer appearance. But he still has those immense claws, which apparently, like a dog, he can't retract. It makes you wonder how useful his hands are. His teeth make you think of your mother reading you Little Red Riding hood as a child. All the better to eat you with, my dear, you think to yourself. After what seems like minutes, but probably is only a few seconds, the light of recognition comes to his features.
"Raisa," he says quietly. "You drove the Jackal away." His eyes flicker over to the staff in Xi's hands. He looks afraid of it, but the look only lasts a brief instant.
"Thank you."
X12
The sounds of some heavy duty weapons training comes from the dojo as you pass. Muffled sounds of a striking cane or staff can be heard. But it fades as you get closer to the bunkhouse, and can't be heard at all once you are within.
Mordane76
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Sitting down on his bunk, X12 prepares himself for bed. "I was a killer -- a trained killer. Ruthless, cold, and a leader of men. Look at me now -- weak, alone, without family, memories. Why was this done to me? What happened to me to turn me into this," he ponders, surveying himself as he dresses for bed. He steps back out the bunkhouse into the night air.
"I told them -- Isolate me. I might be dangerous. At least I was right on that fact; I was dangerous at some point in my life. The question now, I suppose, is whether I'd rather be more like the man I was, the man I am now, or someone else entirely... and then... who made me the way I was, and what made me the way am I now... I keep feeling like there's something I'm forgetting... someone I've forgotten..."
X12 picks up a rock, and stares up at the night sky. While he counts the stars and ponders, he idly carves in the side of his arm with the stone.
"I told them -- Isolate me. I might be dangerous. At least I was right on that fact; I was dangerous at some point in my life. The question now, I suppose, is whether I'd rather be more like the man I was, the man I am now, or someone else entirely... and then... who made me the way I was, and what made me the way am I now... I keep feeling like there's something I'm forgetting... someone I've forgotten..."
X12 picks up a rock, and stares up at the night sky. While he counts the stars and ponders, he idly carves in the side of his arm with the stone.
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Dalamar
Adventurer
"I'll give you a hand, or hands rather, much faster that way. And I wouldn't be a good valiant leader if I didn't help the lady in distress, now would I?"
Johan creates two duplicates of himself and the three then start assembling the parts in order.
OoC: It seems Johan only needs to go over the schematics once thanks to his photographic memory, that should speed things up considerably.
Johan creates two duplicates of himself and the three then start assembling the parts in order.
OoC: It seems Johan only needs to go over the schematics once thanks to his photographic memory, that should speed things up considerably.
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