| Six Feet Under; Attn: Shaker Down/Gimmicks | |
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| SuperFush | Sat Feb 8, 2014 1:04 am Post #1 |
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There was still a smile on Razma's face as she left the mansion after a great deal of protestations from Gimmicks, imploring her to stay just a little longer. As she had prepared to make her way to Sol Oriens along with Last Call the bartender and Callophrys the wayward changeling, Callie mentioned that there was something she absolutely had to take care of in Manehattan. Razma would have preferred to head to safety right away, but this gave her an opportunity to take care of business of her own, business which for once was something personal and enjoyable. She had spent a lovely evening with the young Gimmicks and his friends, gathered together in their mansion dwelling. The meal itself was...well, Razma didn't like what ponies considered food very much anyways, but she was fairly certain it wasn't supposed to taste like that. Or look like that. Or move like that. Or...yes. Skylark and Stone Throw had no other recourse, but Razma had snuck Gimmicks aside to share in her field supplies - simple dried meat, nothing exotic, but to Gimmicks it was likely a very welcome change. They passed the hours telling stories, tales of their many battles to fight crime and injustice in Manehattan and even beyond. After a great deal of cajoling, they even manage to get a few similar stories out of Razma, and she told of a few of her own more interesting adventures. They would probably never look at a tea cozy the same way. Sadly, the night eventually grew late, and Razma had to meet again with her traveling companions. She left into the cold night air. She wasn't aware that she had left her coin purse behind...nor would she know that such a simple act of forgetfulness would soon save her life. |
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| Zox25 | Sat Feb 8, 2014 11:39 am Post #2 |
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Things have been quite around his turf for a few weeks. Buisness has been steady and steadily growing. Soon enough it would be time for Shaker Down to start expanding his influence. But before all that there are a few loose ends to tie up, a certain few that needed to be dealt with. One of them has gone off radar but the other...just so happen to be walking his streets tonight. Shaker had taken only a few of is men with him tonight but they were skilled enough to not get in his way. The bounty hunting Gryphon was going to pay for trespassing on his city and trying to take him out as well. He had a special plan just for her, one he had used in a long time. He was drawn from his thoughts by one of his men telling him that they spotted the bounty hunter drawing close. "Well boys go lay in wait while I...greet our guest. It's time to make good on an old promise." |
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| SuperFush | Sat Feb 8, 2014 2:19 pm Post #3 |
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Razma kept her wings firmly closed against her body, huddled against the cold. The wind had picked up, and it was blowing snow across the street. At this time of night, most ponies had gone home, or even gone to bed already, getting away from the cold and preparing for the next cycle. As she walked, though, a shudder went through her body, one which had nothing to do with the cold. Was she being...watched? She stopped and looked around, but the wind and blowing snow made it difficult to see or hear anything around her. There's nothing there, it's just the weather unnerving me... Even as she tried to reassure herself, though, she was a little more alert as she continued walking to meet back up with Call and Callie. Edited by SuperFush, Sat Feb 8, 2014 4:29 pm.
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| Zox25 | Sat Feb 8, 2014 3:25 pm Post #4 |
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With the snow storm moving in, things would be harder to see. That didn't faze the mobster, he knew this area well enough. Even through the increasing snow he could see the bounty hunter coming. Coming from out the shadows, the mob pony offered an calm smile. "Well look who's back. Little miss bounty hunter." With paced steps he walked a little closer, in a few moments his boys would be in place. He wasn't looking for a drawn out fight again. This would be done quickly and neatly. He had a long night ahead of him anyway. With a sneer he shook his head. "Didn't ya mommy tell ya that it's dangerous to walk around alone in a bad neighborhood?" |
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| SuperFush | Sat Feb 8, 2014 4:28 pm Post #5 |
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Razma stopped in place at the sound of the voice. It took her a moment to place it as the voice of the gangster that had escaped her the last time she was in Canterlot. She stopped, her back arching and feathers ruffling. "My homeland is more dangerous than any soft pony neighbourhood could be. But that is of no importance. I've no quarrel with you today." Her eyes flicked up. Once she started flying, she could easily enough vanish into the snow - assuming he was here alone. That seemed...unlikely. |
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| Zox25 | Sat Feb 8, 2014 4:49 pm Post #6 |
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"Oh is that so? Well that's a shame. I think you and I still need to have a few words and I can't have you splitting just yet." Stomping his hoof, he smirked seeing two of his unicorn boys make their way from the side alleyways. The both charged up aiming to fire a bolt of magic at the wings of the bounty hunter. With a nod the two of them let loose attempting to prevent her from going anywhere. |
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| SuperFush | Sat Feb 8, 2014 4:57 pm Post #7 |
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As soon as the two unicorns stepped out, Razma was ready. As they unleashed their magic, she ducked, letting the two bolts collide and create a bright flash of light. Razma used the opportunity to take wing, flying in a tight circle to build momentum. As she flew by the unicorn that was on her left, she raked him across the face with her talons, drawing a sharp cry of pain from him. That wasn't her goal, however. She had nothing to gain from this fight, and no reason to stay. Higher she flew, looking to escape. |
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| Zox25 | Sat Feb 8, 2014 5:05 pm Post #8 |
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One of the unicorns went down in a cry of pain leaving the other to still try and catch the quickly fleeing target. He aimed several more bolts of magic from his horn now aiming at her wings. Shaker Down sighed moving to step back a few feet looking up at the buildings surrounding them. With a shrill whistle two figures shot off from the shadows of the roofs. "Bring her down to the ground boys. Stop letting her make you look foolish." The two pegasus gave firm shots of affirmation and dived bomb through the snow attempting to tackle the gryphon to the ground. |
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| SuperFush | Sat Feb 8, 2014 5:23 pm Post #9 |
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Razma grunted at the impact of the two pegasi colliding with her in midair. They tumbled down to the ground in a tangled mess of wings, claws and hooves. They crashed back into the hard stone, Razma on top. She was quickly shoved off and set upon by the three ponies again. In the tangle of limbs, the unicorn couldn't get off a good shot on Razma, but neither could the gryphon get away until the pegasi were at least disabled. She hissed and slashed at them, drawing blood that stained the snow red as they fought. One of the pegasi, a tall, lanky stallion, stumbled back with a scream, clutching at his face. "Me eye! She tore out me eye!" The other, heavier pegasus tackled Razma again as she focused on Lanky, sending them both to the ground. The rolled around for a moment, each trying to get the advantage over the other. Razma kicked her lion legs against Fatty's belly, drawing hisses of pain from him as her claws cut shallow gashes into his skin, but he still held onto her. |
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| Zox25 | Sat Feb 8, 2014 5:54 pm Post #10 |
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"Quit being a baby. I lost my eye and you didn't hear me complain about it. Now keep her still." She was a fighter and a scrapper seeing how she was still trying to fight off his boys. He stood back waiting to see if they can take her down, seeing the bigger pegasus move to try to slam his hooves into the back of her head. Shaker turned to the unicorn motioning him to get closer. "Hit her with a lightning spell." The unicorn looked a little worried but still charged his horn up, small arcs of electricity playing along his horn. "But boss what about-" "Just do it. You don't need to worry about anything else." Edited by Zox25, Sun Feb 9, 2014 1:11 am.
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