| Q and A; Attn: Gimmicks | |
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| Zox25 | Fri Mar 28, 2014 5:55 pm Post #11 |
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"You're a mouthy little shit. But as long as you are in a talking mood." His magic kept hold of the hammer as he swung it once more aiming for his ribs. Now this was familiar territory, it had been awhile since he had the chance to work somepony over. Even if he is a kid there is somethings he wanted to know. "Now you're gonna answer my questions. Be difficult and I'm gonna get real nasty. Like so." Shaker moved to press his hoof against the broken wing and started to put his body weight on it. His one eye focused on the face of his young captive, adding a little grinding motion while he was at it. "Now...where is Razma?" |
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| Serendipity | Fri Mar 28, 2014 6:02 pm Post #12 |
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He exhaled. A wordless cry at the extra sound of a rib dislodging itself. He could feel it, so distinctly, out of place among the symmetry of one's body normally. It bothered him to feel uneven, and he could tell by the way breathing now hurt sharply if he took in too deep a breath that he was in a bad spot. He buried his face in his claws and winced, fighting back tears from the pain. He grit his beak and glared up at Shaker now, his eyes reddened and brow furrowed from the stinging pain, but still he was indignant. "E-Even if I knew.... ... why would I... give her back to... a boot stain of Manehattan like y-you...?" He laughed lightly, weakly, and shook his head, flinching at the pain again as he took another breath. "I-I don't know where... where she is.." |
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| Zox25 | Fri Mar 28, 2014 6:10 pm Post #13 |
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Ahh, so he was going to be like that then. Fine, that came along with the territory of his work. It was so rare that he was able to indulge in this specific set of skills. The hammer whipped around again aiming to strike the young one across the face. "See that kind of answer isn't what I want to hear. Ok, let's move onto something else. You are too young and stupid to be doing this alone...who else is in my city doing this?" The name calling didn't bother him but the disrespect on the other hoof...the hammer came down thrice upon the broken wing in quick succession. Shaker stomped on his ribs for good measure before putting pressure back upon his wing. "Next time I'm going to really hurt you if you talk to me like that again. This right now is amateur hour." Edited by Zox25, Sat Mar 29, 2014 6:58 am.
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| Serendipity | Sat Mar 29, 2014 12:00 am Post #14 |
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Every hit brought a scream until he felt an inch from whiting out. Gimmicks tried only to shield his face from the first blow, but lost his cool again at the attacks to the already-battered wing. He only lay there, clutching his ribs and wincing. This wasn't how this usually went. He'd taken some lumps, sure, with the CMC, but nothing quite like this. He hesitated to call his friends, feeling his claw over the gem on his crest he'd been given for just that purpose. Bringing them here would just... get them into trouble too. But as he stared down the alley at the crate he'd originally come for, it dawned on him why he'd messed up. As subtle as he could, he triggered the crystal, clutching it tightly in the claw long enough to activate the device. Now he'd just need to buy time. "If... I wasn't young and s-stupid... I wouldn't be.... h-here... alone..." he answered carefully. "If I wasn't by myself... I wouldn't have engaged. T-The only other gryphon I know is Razma and she's... I don't know where she is." |
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| Zox25 | Sat Mar 29, 2014 6:33 am Post #15 |
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"See this is what I don't understand. You're gonna have to explain that to me." Shaker Down moved his hoof from his ribs to tilt his head up to look at him. The mobster was surprised that the boy was still conscious, most other older men would have blacked out already. His hoof moved to strike him across the face, he wouldn't let up until he felt he had gotten all he could out of him. "Why attack me alone? Why get involved in my shit? Don't you know who owns this city? Don't you hear the whispers on the streets, Manehattan and everything in it is mine. Every business, every port, every fucking thing in this city belongs to me." His gaze moved to the opposite untouched wing and narrowed. A part of him was still irked by the fact of having his business get interrupted by a pair of gryphons. If he couldn't get to Razma physically, he would get to her through other means. "You know there is an old saying. 'Pain tells you alot about who you are. Pain brings out the truth in everyone. No matter how strong you are, there is always a breaking point.' So little bird, what's yours?" His horn glowed a dark green to add more weight and mass to the hammer, adding more to the crude bulky look of it. He gave it a test swing in the air, good enough, and brought it down upon the other wing with a fierce swing. |
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| Serendipity | Thu Apr 3, 2014 10:33 am Post #16 |
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He had a feeling that one was coming eventually. He hadn't really managed to formulate an answer when the attack came down, and after that? Well... any thoughts besides agony were rather lost on Gimmicks. Another scream, eyes rolled back, then nothing. His young body was so unable to cope or reconcile the pain that he crumpled forward, whiting out for a full minute or two before finally opening his eyes again slowly.
Edited by Serendipity, Thu Apr 3, 2014 10:34 am.
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| Zox25 | Thu Apr 3, 2014 3:10 pm Post #17 |
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Shaker shook his head at the young gryphon before him. It looks like he wouldn't get much more out of him if he kept blacking out like this. He didn't have the time to spend on him tonight, there was still a job to do. He slapped his hoof against the cheek of the hurt child before him. "Well Junior it's about time we wrapped this up. I got a busy night ahead of me." His magic dispersed of the hammer and grabbed hold of his tail moving to drag him along the ground behind him into the rain. The storm had picked up and a few flashes of lighting filled the sky. The sound of thunder filled the empty streets as he walked passed his men who had finally gotten the crates all set up for transport. He stopped to speak to an orange unicorn who was trying to light a cigarette. "Back Draft, start moving them out. Gonna take care of this and I'll join you. Make sure you leave nothing behind to trace back." Shaker Down saw his second in command nod to follow his orders while he continued to drag Gimmicks away from the warehouses. The outskits of Manehattan wasn't to far away and he had a promise to make good on. He stopped in front of a shallow muddy ditch and glanced at the gryphon. "I didn't forget what I promised you last time we met. Everything that happened tonight you brought upon yourself. Should've stayed out of my shit." |
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| Fethur | Sun Apr 6, 2014 5:58 pm Post #18 |
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A pinpoint of light formed on Gimmicks' center and then expanded rapidly until the young gryphon disappeared in a flash of light, the same light appearing not far behind Shaker. Lamplight stood calmly, staring into the void where she was certain Shaker's soul might have been at some point before it shriveled and died like a roach underfoot. Gimmicks had been winked away to just behind where she stood her ground. Lamplight eyed him once before returning the cold gaze to Shaker and narrowing her eyes, pulling the hood down further over her face until they were the only visible by a faint, unnatural light they gave off. "You have no idea what you've brought upon yourself." It was a calm, bored tone, with just the hint of a growl behind it. |
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| Krisabelle | Sun Apr 6, 2014 6:27 pm Post #19 |
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DANCING ON, DANCING ON, DANCING ON RAIN---
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As soon as Lamplight had secured Gimmicks, Skylark gave the only signal he will ever give that can always be read in Robin's voice: "Crusaders, Go!" He jumped down from where he'd been staking out since his tracking device had activated via Gimmicks, gliding from the rooftop of the warehouse, and landing on a fence, balancing across it, then jumping and hitting the floor in one flawless motion. He stood a distance from Lamplight, helping form a semi-circle to block Shaker. He grit his teeth and brought his body low as though ready to pounce, glancing over at Gimmicks long enough to see the gryphon's state of being. "I'm only going to ask it once," he said, teeth still snarled. "Who are you and why have you done this?" |
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| Foxfelle | Sun Apr 6, 2014 6:47 pm Post #20 |
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Yeeaaaaaah, no. Stone wasn't getting down from the building in the agile catlike manner of Skylark. He just jumped and landed and formed the most beautiful small crater in the concrete with his mass. The hulk of boulder and gems (which were, of course, truly outrageous) stomped his way over, pausing at Gimmicks. "Oh, hell no. Tell me you didn't hurt my little buddy like this." Somewhere between anger and shock, Stone placed himself in front of Lamplight. "Light, keep him safe. I'm going to paint this guy some new colors and I don't wanna get any blood on your cloak." |
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