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Post by Tohrment, Son of Hharm on Sept 20, 2012 20:56:59 GMT -5
He was geared up, his daggers strapped to his chest as he came down the stairs, two steps at a time. Stuffed from First Meal and actually in a pleasant mood. Chances are, that would change.
Walking through the foyer and out the vestibule, saw that Butch had already beat him to the courtyard, SUV warmed up and running. Walked up and slapped a palm against Cop's chest, "Ready? Tight Cop?"
Glanced around the courtyard, fall making itself known early, as he air was cooler, "I believe Payne is joining us. But it was optional."
Smiled at Cop, "You were mandatory. Aren't you special?"
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Post by Butch O'Neal on Sept 20, 2012 21:06:41 GMT -5
He laughed and shook his head at Tohr. "Yeah, I feel real special. Special in the head. Should we wait for Payne or have her demat out to us?" Tapping his fingers on the steering wheel in time to the quiet music playing, he thought it would be great to have an eventful night, made the time go by faster.
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Post by Payne Bloodletter on Sept 20, 2012 21:09:32 GMT -5
She had walked out at his words. "No need Butch. I am here and ready to go." She said with a smile buckling her last weapon.
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Post by Tohrment, Son of Hharm on Sept 20, 2012 21:18:10 GMT -5
Payne slid in the backseat as he rode shotgun. "Then lets go find us some fun." Flashed as smile as Cop pulled out, the sleek black SUV going down the drive, through the mhis and out the gate. They hit the blacktop and headed for the club district of downtown.
Reaching there, got out as Cop parked the SUV, checking his gear one last time. Glanced at Payne and then Butch. "You decide Cop, how you want us to roll?"
Pulled his cell out, sent the alert to Vishous so the Brother had there location start point and then sent a text to Autumn. She liked a text before and after the patrol. It was a small price to pay for her love. He was glad to do it.
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Post by Butch O'Neal on Sept 20, 2012 21:30:12 GMT -5
Tucking the keys into his pocket, he checked his weapons again and opened the door. "Wander around until I sense any lessers and then do what we do best." He chuckled, grinning at Tohr. "That's usually the way I work."
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Post by Payne Bloodletter on Sept 20, 2012 21:39:38 GMT -5
She slid out of the back of the suv and adjusted the belts of her weapons then pulled on a jacket to cover the said weapons from normal eyes. She looked over at Butch and grinned. "Does that always work?" She closed the door and came up to stand next to Tohrment.
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Post by Tohrment, Son of Hharm on Sept 20, 2012 22:04:57 GMT -5
Laughed softly as both he and Butch said, at the same time, "Sometimes." Kicking his boots into gear they walked a few blocks and suddenly, sick and powder on the air, his nostrils flared and he pointed to the alley near the Chase Bank building. Pointed upward and dematted to the roof to make sure no lessers waited above, to take down the ones below.
Ran across the roof and saw two lessers, unsheathing his daggers as he ran.
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Post by Butch O'Neal on Sept 20, 2012 22:10:19 GMT -5
He caught the tingly feeling just as Tohr got the smell of lessers. As Tohr took above, he and Payne ran down the alley for the baby powder reeking freaks. They pulled to a stop when they saw the lessers. Grinning, he pulled his daggers out. "Well, look at this P, we have a party. I'm hurt we weren't invited." The lessers turned and smirked and then ran at them.
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Post by Tohrment, Son of Hharm on Sept 20, 2012 22:19:50 GMT -5
The ring of his daggers got the lesser's attention and they turned. One pulled out a pistol and he did a spinning kick to send it flying out of the lesser's hand and probably broke the fucker's hand. It's buddy came for him and they boxed, blow for blow, block for block as the other ran to get the gun.
His eyes tracked the other, as his fist handled the one daring to throw down, and it made him pleased to be the focus. It had been awhile since he had fought, and rare they got an experienced lesser that had any skills.
Seeing the lesser going for the gun almost to the weapon, he snapped a leg up and kneed the lesser in the gut, pitching it forward and into the blades. Sliced clean through its neck, severing its head, getting sprayed with oily black fluid as the body fell, and went low, as a shot was fired, pinging off the AC unit that was just a fucking foot from his head.
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Post by Butch O'Neal on Sept 20, 2012 22:35:07 GMT -5
Grinning, he ran forward and slashed at the first lesser he reached, cutting him across the stomach. The lesser went down with a groan, but was right back up seconds later. While Payne went for another one, he shoved the lesser back against the alley wall, hearing the satisfied smack of the lessers head as it hit and dazed him. Leaving the dazed lesser for now, he turned just in time to bring his hand up, stabbing the lesser coming for his back under his jaw, the dagger getting lodged in his mouth. Kicking him back and yanking the dagger at the same time, he was able to get it free. Wiping it on his leather clad thigh, he grimaced. "Great, lesser cooties."
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Post by Payne Bloodletter on Sept 20, 2012 22:43:42 GMT -5
As the other two took upon there own lessers she charged her own. Her daggers flashing as she and the lesser went headed to hand. She landed a hit, her fist connecting with the lesser's jaw. She dodge and barely missed the lesser's hit back. She growled and pulled back and kicked straight up nailing the lesser. She watched as his neck snapped back and he fell then twitched a little as he laid there.
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Post by Tohrment, Son of Hharm on Sept 20, 2012 23:09:03 GMT -5
Looked at the jagged bullet hole and snarled, "You shot me? My shellan would have kicked both our asses." He rushed the lesser, slamming it to the rooftop and reared back a fist and sent it into the oil spout's face, causing black nasty shit to spray up covering his face. He fucking hated when that happened.
Swinging a blade up, brought it down fast, slamming it through the chest, turning his eyes from the flash of light and pop as it went back to Omega. Standing, wiping his sleeve to get the black shit out of his eyes, only to have it come away with more, being coated already.
Walking over to the gaping head and twitching body of the first lesser, kicked it over and went low to do the pop and go on the body.
Walked to the edge of the roof and look down, wiping his blade on his leathers.
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Post by Butch O'Neal on Sept 20, 2012 23:19:44 GMT -5
Seeing that Payne had the other lessers covered, he knelt next to the one he'd just stabbed in the jaw. "Now, I'm going to make you go to ash, just don't spit your nasty blood in my face, trust me, I'm doing you a favor." He started to suck in the evil essence of the lesser, feeling the black poisoning him. Within minutes, the lesser was ash and he turned to the other dazed one.
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Post by Payne Bloodletter on Sept 20, 2012 23:25:25 GMT -5
She watched as Butch did his thing first with his lesser then her own. She looked up and saw Tohr looking at them. "Hey Hawkeye. How's the weather up there?" She grinned then looked back down to where Butch knelt as he finished the other one. She offered out her hand to help back to his feet.
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Post by Tohrment, Son of Hharm on Sept 20, 2012 23:30:20 GMT -5
Flipped down and landed on one knee and stood, "Not bad." Flicked black ooze off his fingers. Saw Butch looking pale and nodded, "I'll go get the SUV to get your big ass home. Good job you two."
Stepped up, "Nothing personal. I have a mate, so lets keep this to ourselves?" Smiled at cop and reached in the Brother's pocket for the SUV keys. Retrieving them, dematted to the location of the Escalade. Got in, happy he could assign someone to clean the mess he made on the leather, started it up and drove it to the alley and backed it up, throwing open the rear door for them to climb in.
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Post by Butch O'Neal on Sept 20, 2012 23:36:50 GMT -5
Stumbling to his feet, Payne helped him to the SUV and he climbed in the back, grateful to be horizontal. Closing his eyes, he hoped Marissa wasn't home yet when they got there. After Payne had closed the back hatch and climbed in the front seat, Tohr hit the gas and he groaned as the Escalade shot forward. "Dude, chill on the momentum or I'm gonna puke all over you."
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Post by Payne Bloodletter on Sept 20, 2012 23:42:09 GMT -5
She looked back at Butch's words then looked to Tohr. "If he can manage to throw up on you from there. I am going to be impressed. As in super impressed." She heard Butch's groan when Tohr made a sharp turn. "And on that note. You get to be the one to help him out of the SUV." She grinned as they pulled up to the Mansion.
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