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| Tweet Topic Started: Wed Jan 8, 2014 11:47 pm (3,835 Views) | |
| SuperFush | Wed Jan 8, 2014 11:47 pm Post #1 |
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Razma found herself in Manehattan again. She had already taken the previous bounty to the authorities there, and received her pay and assurances that her quarry would be taken care of properly. The law of the nightbound realm wasn't always perfect - in fact, it was frequently far from perfect, frequently plagued by corruption - but there were still those who did good in any way they could. Razma had built a few working relationships with trustworthy officials in that sense. Nothing particularly friendly, for various reasons, but even those who actively disliked her knew better than to discount her skills. That was why she was in Manehattan again, after all, contracted to hunt down a unicorn who called herself Stick-Up. Because she stuck ponies up, either through muggings or storefront robberies or burglaries. She had shown some skill in evading capture, so to spare the guards in Manehattan much more grief, one of her contacts had personally requested her help. ~~ As it happened, Stick-Up was plying her "trade" that very night. The dark purple unicorn had cornered a mild-looking pegasus stallion in a dark alley, her horn glowing with a harsh light at the tip. The small, smoking holes in the stone wall gave witness to what that light could do, and he didn't think that trying to fly away was a good idea. "Just give me your wallet, boy..." She purred at him, fluttering her eyelashes as if flirting, "And you won't get hurt. Probably." |
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| Serendipity | Thu Jan 9, 2014 12:35 am Post #2 |
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"The only thing that hurts about this is how painful that line was." Gimmicks was sitting on a broken lamp post just above them, paws hanging on either side of the thing and talons crisscrossed to rest his chin on. "I mean: wow. 'And you won't get hurt. Probably.' How predictable." Gimmicks rolled his eyes, giggling to himself. "You had SO much opportunity there too. You coulda said - hahaha - this is a STICKUP! Then poked your horn toward him. Or maybe... I'm here to make your wallet LIGHTER right as you lit your horn. But no. You went the easy route, dude. It's just a crying shame." The gryphon flew up, rearing into a loop, then coming down at faster speeds than he'd originally appeared to be flying, simply by waiting to beat his wings only on the descent. He tackled into the unicorn, lashing at her with sharpened talons. |
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| SuperFush | Thu Jan 9, 2014 12:49 am Post #3 |
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It wasn't for no reason that Stick-Up had evaded capture for so long. She didn't miss so much as a second being surprised by the sudden appearance of the young crimefighter, immediately turning her horn towards him and unleashing the blast, immediately abandoning the attempted mugging. She knew when to cut and run. She rolled away from the tackle and got back to her hooves, horn glowing again. ~~ Razma had crept along some of the low-lying roofs of Manehattan, keeping an eye on the action. She had her lasso ready, and a rope net as well. She just needed to wait until the thief was distracted and... Well, that was not quite the distraction Razma had expected. Just as she threw her net, another figure had swooped down to tackle Stick-Up. The thief dodged out of the way, and the net...did not quite end up at her intended target. "Fool! Get out of the way!" |
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| Serendipity | Thu Jan 9, 2014 1:51 am Post #4 |
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And then he was in a net. Beautiful. Poetic, even. Gimmicks flopped to the floor, trapped in it. "Say what gives?!" He grabbed the rope in his talons and sliced it away from himself, looking up to see what DID give. "I got here first! YOU get out of the--... hey another gryphon. That's rare. Are you from--" The little guy was hit by the beam of Stick's horn, and he was promptly flattened against a wall of the alley by the blast. He crumpled to the ground in a rather unceremonious heap. Were he not promptly floored by his target, he would ask why someone so rudely thought they could show up late and try to take his prey like that. Instead, though, he just kinda laid there stunned. |
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| SuperFush | Thu Jan 9, 2014 1:58 am Post #5 |
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Razma's eyes widened. A gryphon, here? But why? The huntress didn't have time to wonder, as the unicorn they were both hunting took the opportunity to strike, blasting the other gryphon against the wall. Razma gnashed her beak together and let out a shriek of rage at the sight of the first other gryphon she had seen in many years be struck so, and she dropped down. Stick-Up gave a smirk and turned tail to flee. Razma began to give chase, but she stopped. Cursing the winds of ill fortune, she turned back, tending instead to the injured gryphon still half-tangled in her net. He was...young. Very young. Far too young to be so far away from his tribe. "You're just a fledgeling! What are you doing here, so far from our home? And doing such foolish things!" |
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| Serendipity | Thu Jan 9, 2014 2:06 am Post #6 |
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"I like my eggs.. scrambled~" He had raised his head then dropped it again, looking rather disoriented. After a brief stint moonlighting as a pancake, he managed to sit up long enough for the world to stop spinning on the wrong axis. He shook his head, checking that nothing was broken this time. It was kinda sad that this wasn't the first time someone had thrown him head-first into a wall. "Uh, dude? I live... like... give or take... a block from here. I don't think I need a chaperone for that." He looked around, finally throwing his claws into the air. "AW MAN. DID SHE GET AWAY?! ONE job. I had ONE job. Skylark's gonna kill me." |
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| SuperFush | Thu Jan 9, 2014 2:10 am Post #7 |
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"Yes. She did get away. After I spent several hours tonight tracking her down and waiting...for a fledgeling that cannot be older than ten to swoop in and get in the way of my net." Razma shakes her head and helps the little gryphon to his feet. A strange feeling went through her as she did - memories of a lost time, dulled by years and mostly happy, but still so painful to recall. "It can't be helped, I suppose...I'm taking you home, little one. Tell me about this "job" on the way." |
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| Serendipity | Thu Jan 9, 2014 2:18 am Post #8 |
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"Yeah, I'm good, thanks." He rolled his eyes again, managing to get up, but stumble and catch the wall. He shook his head again. There was something about smashing into walls that made him feel like gravity was sideways. He inched along the wall, managing to walk.. kind of. "And you! One of you. ... do you have a twin who mimicks you?" He blinked a few times until his vision focused. "My JOB is to stop scum like that from hurting innocents - and I almost had her. Completely wasted patrol.." He sighed then glared, deciding it hurt less to just sit down and wait for death or something. "Also TEN? I know I'm a little short but come on. Cut me some credit. I'm not a kid, okay?" His voice cracked on that last one. |
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| SuperFush | Thu Jan 9, 2014 2:27 am Post #9 |
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"Not a child...? Your voice and stature say otherwise. How did a gryphon fledgeling come to live in Manehattan? Gryphons are not well-regarded in Equestria. What were your parents thinking?" Clicking her tongue, Razma gathered up the partially shredded remains of her net. Though it was hardly useable in the current state, she would be able to salvage at least part of the material for use in other tools. "Now, you said your home was close. Can you remember which way?" If he couldn't, the head injury was probably bad enough that she would have to take him to the nearest hospital instead. |
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| Serendipity | Thu Jan 9, 2014 2:39 am Post #10 |
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"My parents---" He stopped, frowning. Looking away and falling eagerly silent for someone running through emotions, Gimmicks just stared hard at the cobblestone. Normally, he'd be arguing. Instead, he got up again, stumbling, but managing to walk forward somewhat. He felt better off changing the subject. "You just hang a left and follow this street until you get to a large grey manor. Looks like a giant "P" from birds-eye. Can't miss it." He was sulking, walking slowly, staggering back and forth. It was obvious he was in no condition to actually make the walk. "I moved here to try to save Equestria. None of the other gryphons wanted to help.." |
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