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The Bombs Go Off

Post by Guest on Wed Feb 15, 2012 3:27 am

(Warning; violence and foul language)

Benjamin was pleased by how quiet he was as he rolled down the hallway, hunched slightly. He was wearing a gas mask and a baggy orange hoodie, blue straps, a black t-shirt under that, his pants just black pants, blue straps on there too. His sleeves reached past his hands and moved behind him as he made his way through and empty building. He was humming gently, his voice echoing in the empty halls as he rolled by. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary in this business building besides the fact he wasn't supposed to be there. It was dark and there was no clear sign of people being there except one. Lights. Not even seen outside, but still lights nonetheless. And Benjamin knew they were there. He knew where he was going and he knew who was in there and knew exactly what he was doing. He turned slowly down another hall and at the end, there it was. Light number one. His breathing in the gas mask remained even as he gathered one of the straps on his sleeve with a hook on it. He could hear giggling inside of a male and a female but he ignored it and just stared at the door, swinging his strap idly. That was when the walkie talkie on his hip suddenly made that fuzzy noise for a second before stopping. He just stood there, swinging his strap.

"What was that?" he heard the woman say and his eyes narrowed beneath the mask and a grin crept onto his face, though it went unseen. After a moment the man decided it was nothing with a simple verbal "it was nothing". Oh how he was going to wish it was nothing. With one hand he continued to swing the strap while the other hand swung a hook strap into his hand and he connected the hook to a higher part of the strap. He had been silent again up until now. He suddenly began humming as the strap that had been swinging was now whipped against the wall. This certainly got their attention now. He heard shuffling before he saw the door crack open. He continued his calm humming as he watched the light stream onto the wall near the door then suddenly the light grew larger before it covered Benjamin entirely and he saw a male figure start to come out. The man looked like he had lost his composure, his shirt hastily tucked in, his hair messed, and the top button of his pants left unbuttoned. As he grew closer he stopped in the middle of the hallway, noticing the one who stood in front of him was most likely just a teenager fucking with them.

"Hey you! Don't you know this place is closed? Go on, scram!" the man yelled but seemed to get no reaction from the teen. The stood in silence now, with nothing but the swinging of a hooked strap to show any signs of time still going. Hetero-chromial eyes staring down the man through the gas mask of which the lenses were tinted. That was how is stayed for second that seemed to drag on like minutes as the man glared at the opposing figure. "Didn't you hear me? Get the hell out of here before I call the cops on your ass" the man yelled again and finally got a response from the teen. Benjamin tilted his head and began rolling towards him slowly. And, naturally, the man backed away. "That's it, I'm calling the cops!" the man growled as he turned away. That was his mistake. Suddenly the rolling got faster and a strap flew up over his head and as he looked up to see what it was the strap wrapped around his neck tightly, cutting off air. And at the same time Benjamin yanked the strap hard and pulled the man back. He watched as he fell back and choked as he rolled closer. The man went to loosen the strap but as his hand came close to his face suddenly a roller blade was slammed on to his hand, breaking a couple fingers. He screamed as best he could and tried to pull at the strap with his other hand but every time he tired the strap just got tighter. The masked face looked down as he watched the man die.

He leaned down, removing his strap from the neck of the man and took the hook off of the strap while staying silent, nobody seeing the grin beneath the mask. He looked up to see the woman staring in horror, cell phone against her ear. Frozen as the police tried to speak with her on the other end. Benjamin tilted his head and popped his neck as he began to slowly roll towards her now. That was when she quickly closed and locked the door and stepped back slowly and made her way to duck under the desk as the police on the other end repeated "Ma'am?". She felt paralyzed with fear but she said one word before the door opened slowly with a creak and she dropped the phone. That word was "help".

Benjamin pushed the door open and boredly shoved the lock pick into his pocket as he rolled inside. Where was she? He knew. He knew where she went as soon as she went in there. Why? That was where they always went. but he was amused every single damn time.

"Fuck, where could she have gone?" he said in a tone that taunted her. Trying to draw her out by making it obvious he knew where she was. She just whimpered quietly and curled into a tighter ball. Then the desk flipped over her and she looked over at him and screamed. He swung a bladed strap into his left hand and threw it hard and it stabbed into her jugular vein skillfully. Then he pulled the strap back and the blade came back to him as he watched her die as well. He made his way to the cell phone and bent over to pick it up and sat down at the chair that had been near the desk. He flipped it over in his hand once before hitting end and pocketing it for now. His sleeves over his hands constantly. After spinning in the chair a couple times he decided it was time to start moving again. This time he wasn't as slow as before as he made his way through the halls. There was only one more in the building he needed to get to...

"Hey you! Stop there!" He heard coming from the bottom of the stairwell he had been passing in favor of the elevator. He stopped and slowly pulled a grenade off o his belt with a sleeved hand the man didn't see as he went for his gun but before he could point it at the teen, The Fool had unpinned it and thrown the grenade in the man's face. Benjamin stood there silent for a moment before rolling forward and jumping up and grinding down a rail that led down the stairs. Then did this til he was on the second floor. That was when he heard the sirens. He sighed. He really wished the police would have just waited. He made his way out of the stairs to a second story winder and looked out of it to see two police cars parking at the bottom and four officers come out. That was it? Only four? This was insulting! He was the motherfucking leader of the Catalysts! He deserved more than this shit! He grinned. He will show them! Them may not know who he was at all, but dammit he was going to make them pay for underestimating him!

He backed away from the window and wait for them to enter the building and he dug around his belt again and pulled out what looked like the remote control for an rc car. He pressed the green button on it and activated the bombs placed all around the building by a few Justice members. After he pressed the button...

Nothing happened. He frowned and pressed it again and again before it looked like a teenager slamming his finger against the button to the tv to change the channel, though the batteries had died. But as he hit the button again he heard the explosions below and the building violently shake as the above floors were about to become part of the ground floor. He looked back at the window as the building began to fall and as soon as he saw his chance he grabbed a couple hook straps and began moving fast to the window and he jumped through it. Why did his timing have to be perfect? Well first of all if it hadn't have been he would have been crushed by the debris, but in front of him was quite the convenient cable post. If he didn't hit it right he wouldn't have been able to make it. He flung his straps at the top of the post and one of the hooks caught and slowed down his fall dramatically. He was a little panicked as that wasn't exactly how he planned it. But nonetheless he landed on his feet, it sending a visible painful shock up his body. He looked back to see the building still standing somehow.

"WHAT THE FUCK YOU MEAN I JUST RISKED MY FUCKING LIFE SO I CAN TURN THE FUCK AROUND AND YOU STILL BE LAUGHING AT ME YOU GODDAMN COCK SUCKING BASTARD?!" he yelled at the building. How it was standing he didn't even know. It disgusted him. Obviously his people fucked up. They wanted that building GONE. Not just a floor cave in. HOW WAS THAT EVEN STILL STRUCTURALLY SOUND?! HOW DO THEY FUCK UP LIKE THIS?More sirens caught his attention and he growled. Dammit, he had to go. As they passed him, without noticing him, much to his surprise, he made his way to a sewage opening. Not the cleanest get away but it would have to do. Prying open the lid he looking down and gagged. Fuck his fucking life fucking Freddy. He wasn't doing it. He shut it again and began skating towards and alley. Fuckfuckfuck he had to look innocent and FAST. He pulled off his mask and began to pull off his straps somewhat violently as he entered the shadows. He took everything off and away from his belt and opened up a dumpster and tossed in. Hadn't they come up with a plan B? He didn't fucking know. He didn't do the planning for this one. He wanted to do the fucking work this time. He took off his jacket and tossed that in the dumpster too for good measure and he dug in his pockets and pulled out his orange ipod with his blue headphones and fumbled to put the earbuds in and turn on a song lowly before he rolled out of the alley.

He looked around and saw everybody rushing to the building, nobody paying attention to him as he slipped away and began rolling away from the scene.

He would have been fucking pleased if the job got fucking done.

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Re: The Bombs Go Off

Post by Guest on Wed Feb 15, 2012 4:49 am

How amusing. He normally didn't like to take to the rooftops, but tonight was a special night. He'd just gotten lucky after demolishing a whole building (skyscraper ... that was about a week ago, and technically it wasn't COMPLETELY his fault!!) to not get his ass caught by the police. Well, lucky to not get caught, but unfortunately they were still looking for him.

But then again, this couldn't be as bad as that time in North, when the whole populace was on a manhunt for him, so Hei figures his luck isn't all that bad. For now. Then again, whenever things looked up for him, that usually meant shit was going down on the horizon inches away from his nose.

And then he heard sirens. By god, if he wasn't already crazy (would he still be crazy if he admits something's not right with him but he just doesn't give a damn?) from those stinking things, he'd surely go apeshit at every shrill sound that even rings just slightly. Already the Xing-Drachman, having reacquired some of his better weapons (couple were 'bought,' one was stolen back and the rest he already had), was springing up off his back and onto his feet, drawing forth his older concealable shotgun. Really, the police out to get him again? I mean, YEAH, he blew up a building ... or two ... or a whole block, considering said building fell over, but still! No one died (besides a some thugs, gangsters and possibly one Cretan-Cop-Who-Spoke-Amestrian-Except-He-Wasn't-A-Cretan-Cop and Cretan cops), few were injured, and HE WASN'T THE SOLE ONE RESPONSIBLE FOR THE DAMAGE.

But then he noted the spiraling lights generated by the gumball-machine thingamajig atop the cop cars were clearly not stopping about the building where he was at. No, they were going a bit past it to that local office thingy. Some sort of important corporation building, or something. Hei didn't know, and he really didn't care. No, all he was concerned was that his ass was apparently safe for a few more hours. So, now that that was established, he decided to gather up his things. New t-shirt, check and already dried now. New coat, check and complete with knives hidden in them. Anti-cavalry blade that he just used to hack people with? Check. Shotgun A? Check. Shotgun B? Check. Yep, that was everything, and he was good to go!

-KA-BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!-

THE FUCK WAS THAT?!? The Xingman could only turn to see smoke issue forth from a floor or two from the prior mentioned close-by building, now ... he had a poor sense of distance, so he couldn't tell how far away this was, or how high up or below it occurred, but it was pretty fucking obvious that something REALLY major just happened and - Is that a person using a bag's straps as a hook onto a cable to break his fall?

"Holy shit, that IS a person using a god-damn bag on cable~!!" the Xingman could only say these words in respect to the utter balls it would take for another human being to pull a stunt like that. No, seriously. Who the hell does a stunt so crazy like this? Would that mean he was the one that set off the explosives too? Ah, too many questions, so little time!

So, Hei braced himself. About, four stories up? Yeah. Wonderful. He was going to feel sore, after this. Assuming he had gotten his legs reinforced already. Speaking of which, did they do the re-layering already or did he have to go in for a later treatment sometime soon? The Xingman prepared to make a leap, and he was probably going to go far enough to crash into the neighboring building (and maybe latch onto a ledge or something on the face of it), of which to jump back and crash into another building. I mean, below him (from where he was looking) WAS an alleyway after all.

"WHAT THE FUCK YOU MEAN I JUST RISKED MY FUCKING LIFE SO I CAN TURN THE FUCK AROUND AND YOU STILL BE LAUGHING AT ME YOU GODDAMN COCK SUCKING BASTARD?!"

Well that was unexpected. Here, the Xingman was going to dive down into what appeared to be a dumpster (crashing into the face of the other building didn't seem to be that bad an option, though), when he was distracted by a long stream of swears and curses. And then there was that fascinating individual! So, he had a foul mouth, a propensity to blow shit up, and also a tendency to do crazy-ass things to survive. Good qualities, in one neat package!

Well, next this fellow was hurriedly getting rid of that tasteless outfit he had on, and dumping it into the dumpster that Hei had planned on swan-diving into. Well, scratch that, he was going to go down the sane way. STRAIGHT DOWN. After all, the kid, seemed like a kid, wasn't going to stay put, especially not on roller blades. So, just as Benjamin rolls off, Hei takes his leap. Of faith. N'aw not really, he just landed feet first, and if he hadn't got the body he presently had, he'd have effectively crippled himself. And this was why they called him a monster, since he could do crazy shit like this in a cavalier manner and still function pretty well.

Bland details aside, now Hei had to keep track on the fool on roller blades who was idly going on a way, several meters of distance apart from them. Well, considering there weren't that many other rolling teens about, that wouldn't be hard. So, off Hei went to tail this person, not caring how suspicious it may seem to that person, since this was going to be far more amusing than last week.

OOC: Hee.

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Re: The Bombs Go Off

Post by Guest on Wed Feb 15, 2012 11:48 am

As Benjamin rolled away he for some reason felt the pull to look backward... Which he eventually did and he looked straight at the building as he rolled backwards, both visible eyes narrowing at it. He dug in his pockets and put his eyepatch on, how, over his left eye, all while rolling backwards without fear of hitting anythng or nothing. He sighed as he crossed his arms and turned around again, grabbing his walkie talkie and pressing the button on the side as he moved slowly on his wheels, looking almost bored.

"Get my clothes, one of you. Oh, and somebody..." he paused for a moment has his finger tapped on the side of the walkie talkie for a second before he sighed and glared at the walkie talkie "WHEN I GET BACK ONE OF YOU FUCKS IT GOING TO GET MY WHEELS TO YOUR FUCKING FACE, WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED? YOU FUCKED UP--" just as he was about to finish he heard another explosion and quickly looked back at the building and there was certainly an explosion inside of it... And it was still somehow fucking standing. For a second he had looked hopeful but now he deadpanned before he clicked the button on the side of his walkie talkie again and just growled into it before saying "fuck you, Justice unit" which at all didn't express his anger. And that part was quiet. He let go of the button and heard nothing but fuzz before a quiet voice let out a quick "sorry". Stupid bastards should be sorry!They fucked up! They were THE Catalysts. They shouldn't be messing up, dammit!

He continued his way down the street and turned to the left shoving his walkie talkie and his hands into his pockets, looking annoyed. His walkie talkie went off in his pocket and he heard the muffled voice said they got his stuff and he just rolled his eyes. "Whatever" he mumbled quietly to himself as he picked up speed slightly before flipping around and skating backwards. This eyes were closed as he rolled but not for the entire time. His eye slowly opened slowly and then suddenly snapped fully open as he put the breaks on his skates. He saw somebody still a little bit away but still there nonetheless. Who the bloody hell was this joker? He frowned as he crossed his arms. He may not have the straps on his clothes to use as weapons but... Dammit, he wasn't scared of anybody!

"Who the fuck are you?" he yelled loudly to make sure the person heard him. Damn creeper following him around. He leaned his weight onto one side as we watched him with both a lack of interest and annoyance. He was already close to the hotel in which the Catalysts was based in Philly (for now, not their main 'HQ' in London) so the Fool held no fear whatsoever. If things escalated he know how to alert, and he could also defend himself, okay? But he wasn't going to accuse him of following him just yet because for all he knew it was just inconvenient placement which dropped the man behind the leader of what could very well be known as a terrorist group to some.

A man was making their way up from behind the new guy but he isntantly know him as on of his Justices. The man didn't even notice Hei and just walked past him, carrying Benjamin's stuff with his head hung low in SHAME. He was one of the people who messed up, so naturally he was a bit down. He didn't want to look at Benjamin's face of rage, okay? He also didn't want to taste the wheels of his rollerblade. Though, he wasn't really all that violent with fellow memebers... Unless they personally pissed in his morning s'mores cereal. That pissed him off, yes. He made his way over to his boss and handed him the pile of his stuff which Benjamin snatched with an irriated glare but did nothing as he looked back at Hei. The man looked back at him for a moment but then looked back at Benjamin who just waved him away without paying much attention. But did mutter the QUIETEST thanks. That the man caught and smiled as he walked away. Though he misunderstood the tone Benjamin had used which was more sarcastic than anything.

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Re: The Bombs Go Off

Post by Guest on Wed Feb 15, 2012 9:12 pm

What a rude-mouthed child. Or well, child to Hei based upon his looks and stature. Then again, he knew nothing about the 'child' and it could just be a victim of dwarfism for all he knew. I mean, yes: Hei was tailing him so suspicion over who the fellow following someone else was clearly is something to be expected. The following question was not, by any means, appropriate to Hei's mind. Or at least, the vulgarity accompanying it was not necessary.

"Who the fuck are you?"

Ah, well that was the ultimate question whenever someone gets followed, no? And really, even if the kid (clearly a kid, now that he had turned around to face Hei directly), was trying to limit the number of onlookers by waiting this long to address Hei, it didn't give him a very good professional impression. So then, what the hell was this kiddo's agenda, blowing up a building like that?

And then a figure appeared to the right of him. Well, to be honest, considering how heavy this idiot's footsteps were, anyone in the nearby area would have heard him coming. So, Hei was already tensing a bit, smiling his wicked grin as the entity drew closer. He didn't feel like answering, quite yet, since he didn't know who or what this was. That, and he didn't feel like turning to see it. No, he felt like stabbing it.

'Stab it!! Or maybe I should shoot it!

Stab it!
Shoot it!
STAB IT!
SHOOT IT!

SHOOT, STAB, SHOOT, STAB, SHOOT, STAB, SHOOT, STAB, SHOOT, STAB, SHOOT, STAB, SHOOT, STAB, SHOOT, STAB, SHOOT, STAB, SHOOT, STAB, SHOOT, STAB, SHOOT, STAB, SHOOT, STAB, SHOOT, STAB, SHOOT, STAB, SHOOT, STAB, SHOOT, STAB, SHOOT, STAB, SHOOT, STAB, SHOOT, STAB, SHOOT, STAB, SHOOT, STAB, SHOOT, STAB.

Oh, which one would be most entertaining?! Decisions, decisions . . . Wait, why does it have to be a choice! Why can't it be BOTH?'


And just like that, Hei's arms were already drawing forth his weapons. In his right hand (as this person passed by his right side) clutched a knife, in his left hand was a shotgun. Both his arms were flung to the side, where the figure had JUST entered his peripheral vision. But, as he also had to adjust his body so he could properly aim the double-barreled shotgun as well as make an appropriate location for a knife wound, he also noticed the dejected look of the soon-to-be-victim. Well, that normally wouldn't stop him, but the shit he was carrying. The stuff that he had seen the brat dump in a dumpster earlier.

So, the fool didn't notice that Hei almost plunged a knife into his head (which by the way was flung out in blurred movement in utmost haste to [almost]kill the fool), nor had a shotgun to assist in case the knife didn't do the trick. No, he didn't notice these things, and wouldn't notice them as the Xingman also replaced them back inside his coat.

"Sorry about that, kiddo! Almost killed one of your lackeys, didn't I? Anyhow! Impoliteness aside, I guess you can say I'm a nosy foreigner . . . Yeah, that's it. Just an incredibly nosy foreigner." he responds with the same maniacal grin, his voice this time around had an eerie air to it, to clearly show that (besides his crimson eyes glaring with this maniacal light) he was not of sound mind (or body, really). Now . . .

To see how the childlike 'leader' would react to his answers. Oh, this was going to be so terribly amusing.

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Re: The Bombs Go Off

Post by Guest on Thu Feb 16, 2012 2:58 am

Athelius carefully wired up a bomb to a concrete post as the other units did the same around him. Explosives wasn’t his specialty, this was only the second time he had ever had to rig any. Normally he would be by the Joker’s side, guarding against any potential threats. So why was he down here in the basement, rigging a bomb? It was all because his boss insisted on doing the job alone tonight. That was completely fine with Athelius, but why in the hell did he end up rigging bombs? Working for Benjamin was starting to not look very promising, considering this was his first job.

“Oh yeah, It’s because I’m outranked by those damn Judgment units.” Athelius thought to himself. It wasn’t that he particularly wanted the position; it was that he found some of them to be somewhat incompetent. This bomb was a perfect example of this. Though Athelius didn’t know much about explosives, he knew something about architecture. He also knew that the Judgment units had ordered the rest of them to strap bombs onto walls and post blindly, many of the spots not affecting the overall support of the building. Athelius had tried to tell them this, but they dismissed his opinion. “You’re a gunman, so stick with guns. Now get back to work!” was the only response he could get. So here he was, strapping a bomb to a post that had only I minimal effect on the building. Then a voice rang out from up the stairs “The boss activated the timers, everyone out!” Athelius looked up from the bomb, completely calm. Everyone else was running out of the basement and up the stairs, Athelius just watched and waited for them to thin out, then began running as well.

“One”

Taking a separate route then the other men, Athelius ended up in the main lobby. It was dark and quiet, nobody shouting commands at him, just how he liked it. He reached into the right pocket of his jacket and pulled a single cigarette, not letting the box leave the pocket. He put it on his lips and closed his eyes and he lit it.

“Two”

He took a long drag and then leaned his head back, letting the smoke billow upwards. It was his time to relax for a moment, but that moment ended too soon as he heard sirens approaching from the distance. He took another long heavy drag from his cigarette and threw it out, not bothering to stomp it out. He walked in front of the large glass doors and watched the faint flash of sirens as they drew closer. He turned and took a few steps away from the door, drawing his gun Hemera as he did this. He turned quickly and fired all 8 rounds into the glass, causing millions of tiny fractures race across it. He ran at the weakened glass shoulder first, bursting through. He looked to his left and saw two cars turn around the corner. He ran alongside the building until finding an alley way to go down. Hanging above the ground was a fire escape ladder. Spotting this, Athelius drew his gun and fired at the latch, knocking it down to a reachable level. He put the gun back into the holster and jumped onto the ladder, quickly climbing to the roof. He ran across a few roofs and looked back. The explosion should happen soon.

“Three”

Athelius had a slight smile on his face. He threw his arms into the air in an effort to look dramatic, even though no one was watching. It was the personal satisfaction he would have as he watched the building explode and crumble in this fashion. He stood there, waiting for the blast wave to blow his long red jacket in the wind, completing his dramatic pose. Then it came, a slight rumble, followed by a loud blast. Athelius yelled into the sky right around the time the blast wave should have hit him, but the only thing was a slight breeze, barely moving his hair. He looked back down to the building, still standing.

“I had a feeling that would happen, but at least I can try looking cool…” He pulled a walkie talkie of a clip on his belt. It was already buzzing with chatter, so he put it back. He decided it would be best to find Benjamin right now, the other idiots can clean up their own mess. He listened to the radio chatter, finding out where Benjamin was, running across the rooftops towards his location. He was nearly there when he spotted a Justice unit with Benjamin’s things. Right in his path was a Xingese man that he didn’t recognize, seemingly out of place. Then the man drew his weapons. Athelius drew both his gun and approached the edge of the roof, aiming both of them on the Xingese man. The man put his weapons away for some reason though, then called out to Benjamin who was just down the road.

"Sorry about that, kiddo! Almost killed one of your lackeys, didn't I? Anyhow! Impoliteness aside, I guess you can say I'm a nosy foreigner . . . Yeah, that's it. Just an incredibly nosy foreigner."

Athelius put Erebus back into its holster jumped over the side of the roof, grabbing onto some exposed pipes and sliding down. He ran up a few steps, enough to make sure Benjamin would see him, then took aim on the man again. He remained silent, waiting for the command to fire.


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Re: The Bombs Go Off

Post by Guest on Thu Feb 16, 2012 4:05 am

Benji watched him draw weapons and instantly tensed and readied himself to move but when he realized it was directed at one of his Justices he just shrugged and crossed his arms again. The Fool looked at him with a frown at Hei. He felt a bit annoyed about this whole situation. Who the fuck was this guy and what the fuck did he want? That was when he got his answer but he scowled and clenched his fists.

"DON'T CALL ME KIDDO, GOD FUCKING DAMMIT I AM NOT A KID I AM 17 FUCKING FUCK FUCK FUCK" he yelled, giving him the most rageful glare and stomping his foot. He didn't feel like a fight breaking out. He tried to regain his composure with some deep breathing but it failed. It just seemed to piss him off more. Dammit, Asger why can't your advice work? He was just not in the fucking mood for a fight or much else, now that he thought about it. So when he saw Athelius he just sighed. Well, at least he had his Chariot here, yeah? He closed his eye and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"How did the Justices fuck up?" he asked Athelius, not bothering to keep his cover. He just didn't give a fuck! And he figured there was no point in sneaking around. That was how fights broke out. And thinking about what Hei said he figured that if he knew that they were with him, he wouldn't fuck with them. He waved his hand down, a sign to lower your weapons then waved towards him to get him to come over. He wanted to know what caused the building to not fall. There was extensive planning and he trusted Athelius to tell him the truth over that damn Justice unit.

"And do you have any ideas how to finish?" he asked, running a sleeved hand through his hair. He looked at Hei and seemed to be generally uninterested in him at the moment. Because he was! "What kind of nosy foreigner?" he growled. He needed to know in case he needed to find out how to get rid of this armed foreigner.

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Post by Guest on Fri Feb 17, 2012 5:11 am

Athelius kept his eye on the Xingese man as he lowered his gun, though he never took his finger off the trigger. He turned slowly to go by him, always keeping a reasonable distance and always with his front towards him. When he had made it far enough away he turned and ran over to Benjamin, glaring at the justice there with him. The same Justice that insulted Athelius by suggesting all he knew was guns. Athelius grinned, realizing the opportunity to look good.

“Sir, after reviewing blueprints of the building I found key points to place explosive in order to make the building unstable and collapse in on itself, keeping collateral damage to a minimum. Upon taking these plans up with the Judgment units, they dismissed them and continued with their own irresponsible placement of our explosives. In doing this, they used forty percent more explosive material than needed to weaken the building enough to collapse, as well as creating minimal damage on the overall integrity of the structure.”

Athelius looked over to the justice unit with a slight grin on his face. The Justice was furious at this accusation, his fist tightly clenched. “That’s not even your job Chariot! It’s the Judgments job!” he shouted in attempt to make Athelius look bad as well.

“This may be, but I’m sure they would be far too busy to run such menial tasks. They would have sent a Justice unit to study the plans and find its weaknesses. This operation failed due to poor preparation on the part the Justice units.” Athelius smile grew even wider as he watched the Justice back down. “And if I’m not mistaken, weren’t you sent to the city hall by a Judgment unit just last week?”

With that the Justice lowered his head and didn’t say another word. Athelius looked back at the building in the distance, scratching his chin for a moment. He then turned back to Benjamin.

“I would say it would take about 25 more pounds of explosives. If I place them on the right pillars, that should be enough to cause a chain reaction making the building crash down floor by floor….but as for now, who is that guy back there?” He said, pointing back at the Xingese man.

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Post by Guest on Sun Feb 19, 2012 12:52 am

"How rude. Calling me 'that guy' and other random nonsense!! Let's just put it this way, I'm a wanted man with an penchant for destruction! A hire-able man with great services at excellent prices.

Hei is the name, murder and mayhem is the game.

Care to buy my work?"


He smiles, all so greedily. I mean, it was a given he'd been on the run ever since that mass destructive event earlier, and his face was starting to spread around in the country. Really, if you've been paying attention to the news at all, it'd be obvious that this was the fellow who had caused mass mayhem, described as a 'terrorist' (really he was nothing of the sort, that last event was JUST AN ACCIDENT!!! Sort of.)

"Though, while I can't guarantee I'd be able to help you take down the building, I think I can get rid of the cops rather easily, and for a very small fee too. Ha ha ha ha ..." He slips back into the Drachman tongue, really, despite his grandiose display earlier, Cretan was not a language he was wholly comfortable with. So pardon his slip back into the language of the North.

Still, it seemed that these two clearly had plans to wreck that building . . . oh, that building!

Out came a small little notebook he kept on his person, a pocket journal, if you will, as he consulted the various pages. Y'see, whenever he made a foray into another country, he usually liked to take notes about what he could possibly encounter or even possible things he needed to slate for destruction on his own time. That building, it's sign was a bit familiar, hence his consultation of his notes.

"Dynamis Industries, Main Office in Philadelphia, Creta. Massive corporation that deals with processing and distributing military grade goods ... also has lots of clients in the underground . . . wait a second. Are you anti-war activists?!?" he spat out, rather suddenly, after reviewing these notes. What possible reason did these people have to go blow up a stinking building like this for a company like that?! Unless they clearly had a bone to pick with industrial complexes and distributors of stuff that doesn't always make it to the military and sometimes ends up in wrong hands?

Either way, the Xingman was intrigued (and hadn't heard anything they had just said when he started consulting his notes) about who exactly these two (three) were. Hopefully, they'd hire him, since it means he'd be able to learn just a bit more . . . that and he gets paid.

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Post by Guest on Wed Feb 22, 2012 10:11 am

After Athelius asked who that guy was he shrugged and shoved his sleeved hands in his pockets and he sighed. Of course the Justice Unit fucked up. What did he expect? He had sent Zayden to do his Judgement job, otherwise he would have been there to stop them from messing up. He trusted Athelius, though. He should for how much he was paying him to be his Chariot. He then looked back as the stranger spot. Hei, huh? And what he said then was pretty interesting. And the smile after interested him even. But then he went and lost him. Fucking Drachman. Thanks to Zayden, he knew what the language was but new nothing of the fucking language. Didn't his Chariot? He remembered some mention of it, he was sure of this.

He looked at Athelius and raised his eyebrow. "The fuck he say?" he asked, looking a little irritated. Why did people insist on speaking languages he didn't fucking know? It was annoying and it made him want to yell that them. And he knew this fuck could speak Cretan so why would he switch? To annoy him? Fucking fuck. Either way he sighed. Then said something a bit convenient.

"How do we fucking know to trust you? Aw, fuck, who cares. I could fucking hire you to get rid of the cops or some shit. We need to get that building fucking down. They pissed in our wheaties" he said, shrugging. They weren't exactly anti-war activists. They just didn't approve of some people so they started shit. They didn't really care about wars and shit. That and their leader loved violence so there was that. And he figured now that if somebody god rid of the police he and Athelius could go and add more explosives like Athelius suggested. Seemed easy enough, right?

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Athelius thought for a moment as he translated the Drachman to Cretan in his head, then shrugged.

“I wasn’t able to catch it all, but he mentioned something about being able to deal with the cops. Regardless of his price, this would be advantageous to us. We only have a limited amount of explosives left, and I don’t have time to plant them and deal with the cops.” Athelius thought for another moment, translating the second part. Once he had it down, it gave him a bit of a shocked expression. He glanced back at Hei, now suspicious of his true intent. He looked back at Benjamin and continued.

“It would also seem that this guy knows about our target. I’m not sure on what he means to get out of a deal with us, but if he turns out to be an ally, he could prove to be a useful in gather info on other targets.”

Athelius looked up and noticed the flashing lights growing closer. They would be here soon, some may already be in the building.

“They are going to show up soon, I need to get back to the building and plant the rest of the explosives before the bomb squad shows up. I know it’s not your style boss, but the destruction of this building will get the point we are trying to make across, we don’t need a high casualty count as well. I would suggest you hire Hei to take care of the cops.”

Athelius ran back towards the building top he was on, glancing at Hei as he ran by. “Don’t screw us over.” He said, not stopping to say anything else. He scaled the piping and began leaping across the rooftops towards the building, doing his best to stay out of sight from the police.

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“Don’t screw us over."

How rude, Hei was not the least bit amused! How dare that asshole assume he would dare betray an employer? Most of those in the business had a good sense of work ethic and pride, y'know! So, meh. His hands were already out, and the weapons he had earlier were in them.

"I AIN'T INTERESTED IN YOUR CHERRY ASS, FOOL." he just shouts, there is no anger, really, in his voice, just a good amount of intensity of volume so the fool could hear him, just as his shotgun fired off a blast so the loaded solid slug would go off in the idiot's general direction. Now, Hei had no intention of HITTING this guy, especially since he might get hired by whoever the dumb fuck of a shorty kid was, so that slug would miss by a long shot ... while embedding above him into the pipes.

This was followed by another punctuated shout, "YOU WATCH YOURSELF, KAY? CAUSE WHILE I'M NOT INTERESTED, SOMEONE ELSE HERE MIGHT." he shouts again, letting the antique of a shotgun fire off another burst and then flinging the knives. This time, Masters was about done scaling, so the slug embedded into the wall to the right of him and the three knives punched into the building around him (with on soaring wildly above his head).

Oh, yes and he had a brick! His empty right hand was drawing the brick now, why he kept a brick in his jacket, no one would ever no, but now he was taking aim. Target was running quite a bit, but hey! He had improved his aim ever since his time in Drachma, now he was a pretty decent and accurate shot and thrower. So, the brick packed with the forces of disinterest and apathy, went a-flying with pinpoint accuracy, and given the angle, would sail about Master's head-level in front of him, though past him. Narrowly missing his head. Ahhhh, what fun, but enough of that, otherwise that ass might actually turn around and shoot him.

That being said the Xingman, all this time, was ready to move if a retaliatory shot came. So long as that bullet didn't hit him anywhere important, he'd live, but standing perfectly still and unready increased the likelihood of getting hit anyway. Either way, the Xingman stood in silence until the fellow had 'left' or at least didn't seemed to be turning around now.

Back to business.

"Ahem. Sorry about that. Just been on the . . . lam, I think that's the word. Yeah, lam for the past few days. Itching for a fight, but only if someone'll pay me." he grins to the short-diminutive-microscopic-shrimpy scowling kid with vibes giving off about how adorable Hei found the shortness of this child. Or something like that. Either way, he was already pulling out something else from his jacket, a piece of paper? And a pen?

"Terms of service is quite simple, my soon-to-be-employer. Pay me the desired amount, I go wreck as much shit as you like for the next hour. I don't backstab you, you don't backstab me. I get my money, you get your mayhem. And all is good." he states aloud, plainly, scrabbling something out. Despite not having a 'proper' education of any sort, he still ended up learning a lot of necessary things. Number crunching was one of them

"Ah. Just the equivalent of ... one thousand, seven hundred seventy seven in Creta's currency should do. Dollars? Pounds? I don't keep up-to-date what foreign currencies are anymore. But, all I ask is that you accept my services, and once my job is done: Wire the money to me. . . . So, do we have a deal Mr. Anarchist?"

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Meh. He just gently puts the paper to the kid's hand.

"Just pay me before the month is up and I won't come to bother you about it! Now, some Cretan cops need the shit beaten out of them, right? My specialty."

The Xingese turns about, before any protest could be made, and was off. His first act of mayhem was to disappear into the crowd and draw near the gathering of cops outside the building. After all, if Dynamis was still surrounded by cops, how would these little anarchists do their job? His first attempt was simple, walk up to the officer who was trying to keep the citizens back.

"Citizen, stand back! This is-"

"Sorry, not interested. Just got hired to beat you around a little."

And with that, Hei struck the poor cop with a slap. A slap with the power of a small boulder sailing down a steep hilltop, but still. A slap, which sent him off his feet for a bit and onto the floor to be confused for a while. Naturally, this drew the attention of the crowd and the other cops who were now running at him. Fools! There was a police car in front of him, technically acting a barrier between them and him. And what was Hei's methodology of solving problems? Find the biggest object not bolted down and throw it at the enemy.

So, Hei immediately went for the Aerugese SUV parked closeby, hefted it up in about two seconds (a new record! Normally it took a bit longer, but then again he was in a hurry right now so maybe that's why it was faster). This vehicle was then sent soaring over to meet the unfortunate Cretan cops.

And then all was chaos, as civilians screamed (and some cops too) and Hei charged in. If he didn't have to kill, that'd be great ... but that was unlikely. So, out came his automatic shotgun and a fairly large blade of Xingese origin. The blade in his left, the gun in his right, both taken from the inside of his trench coat. The blade enjoyed a feast as it was plunged into the neck of a just recovering cop, who had been unfortunate enough to stand up so quickly. Now, while he was choking on his blood and gripping Hei's wrist trying to deal with a thick anti-cavalry blade forcibly jammed into his throat, the Xingman just laughed gleefully as he opened fire with the shotgun.

It was a dark night in Creta, what with him, the madman, being hired to do some damage. More so since there were only a few cops so far, and he had just butchered them all, either by impaling them, shooting them, or maybe even breaking their necks if he was bored enough. But, fun times had to end. And in this case, he had apparently killed enough of these guys, or perhaps his car-throwing trick got so much attention, that they came in force ... and he, personally, didn't feel like sticking around.

I mean, really. If a whole swarm of the police come charging at you, most in their vehicles, why the hell would you stick around?

And that, my friends, is how Hei got the attention of the cops in Philly, and led them on a wild goose chase so that they do not focus on the activities of the Catalysts until it was too late. Oh, and he apparently broke a lot of buildings on his way, so when he was eventually caught, he was carted off to a detention facility outside of Drachma.

No one knows what happened to him afterwards.

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