We Are Our Avatars VIII: Interdimensional Jaunt. (Closed up, thanks for playing.)

[DotSlash]

Jensen smiled as he continued on his way through the crowds. "Alright then, Axton--That'll be that last time I say ya name, mack-- Now this bastard we're taking down is named Benny the Bull. They call 'im that since he's a minotaur. Fuckin' massive bastard if I ever saw one, would make Mr. Universe hang his head in shame."

[hr]

The secretary nodded. "I'm going to need to run you into the registry and set you up with a trainer, but after that, you'll be set to go."

OoC: 1more!

And then there was testing. We can pretty much flashforward that, aptitude test and target range. Written test would be about knowledge of things like the human body, along with a few common sense questions like 'you have been ordered to capture the bounty alive. do you use the disintegrator, the pistol, the machine gun, or the taser?'

Target range would have her given a number of targets and ordered to shoot them certain ways. After he does that, he'd be given a revolver and told to do it again. Write down how that would go, and we're good.

[hr]

The violet gel person, on closer inspection, was actually a slime, made completely of goo. His (at least it looked like a he) eyes drifted toward Fredrick and barely uttered out a sound. [color=990099] "Uh... Y-Y-Gack!" [/color] One red colored bug person stepped out and kicked the slime hard in the gut, sending it flying a good few feet before he rolled to a stop. It chittered again as the other two bug people began buzzing some intimidating to the duo who had just walking in on their fun. They slowly began to move forward.

 

[Outisakanobody]

"Is he wanted alive or dead?" Axton asked.

 

[HatchyHatch14]

OoC: @Dotslash, I'll continue tomorrow going to head off now.
@All, Night doods

 

[DotSlash]

"Poster never specified, so it's convention to assume both. So it's also convention to go with the easy route of killin' the bastard rather than keepin' him alive." Jensen stated matter-of-factly as he walked along. "Technically, we need to shut the ring down too, so we're gonna need to do that as well. Could actually just talk the bastard into registering, but you didn't sign up for this to be some sissy-pants diplomat, amirite?"

 

[Outisakanobody]

"I never was good at negotiating. Always ended up trading gunfire over words." Axton said in an amused tone.

 

[DotSlash]

"And that's the way a man should go about 'is business. Shoot first, ask questions never." Jensen replied with a chuckle.

Soon enough, the duo would find themselves in a shadier part of the district. Numerous people were sitting in the streets, cold and hungry while sounds of other undesirable things echoed around: moans, gunfire, screaming and the like. Jensen continued walking through, not seeming to care in the slightest as he walked with a bit of a strut. This behavior would begin to turn a few heads in both Axton and Jensen's direction.

 

[Outisakanobody]

Axton matched Jensen's pace, also seeming very sure of himself even in the shady environment.

 

[Drakmorg]

Present Tense:

Sibylla nervously wrung her sheets in her hands once again, still keeping from facing Thrall. "Uhm... Ah'm pretty good at scarin' folks. But that's about it... Ah ain't never learned how ta do much else."

 

[DotSlash]

Eventually, the two men walking would see a few shadows shifting around the alleyways as people slowly began to move away from the two.

[hr]

Previously:

[color=009933] "Right.... I thought so." [/color] Rose said, seeming a bit empathetic. [color=009933] "I'm sorry to hear that. ...Then how do you get around?" [/color]

 

[Drakmorg]

Past Tense:

"Whut're ya sayin' sorry fer? S'not like it's yer fault or nothin'." Sibylla replied to Rose, sounding sincere as to her question as opposed to the normal harshness such a phrase would carry. Sibylla shrugged lightly to Rose and answered, "Ah kin tell the shapes of stuff and where it is when I get close to it so's Ah don't bump into it. ...Can't you do that too?"

 

[DotSlash]

Previous:

[color=009933] "Right... uh.... It was kind of a reflex." [/color] The plant girl said in response, looking away momentarily. When the gorgon asked her question, she blinked. [color=009933] "Well, yes... I can... but not with my eyes essentially closed." [/color] Rose explained, tilting her head a bit. [color=009933] "If I couldn't see, I'd need to use my hands to feel around. You don't seem to need to do that." [/color]

 

[Outisakanobody]

Axton continued walking. "Should we maybe have gotten a car or something?" he asked.

 

[DotSlash]

"Nonono, mack." Jensen replied as the shadows shifting around the alleyways began to get closer to the two, circling them from all around. "That would've made us sittin' ducks. The people here can tell who's an outsider, and these seem like the craftier type too. Easily could've blown us to smithereens if we were drivin' around in a mobile explosive. Get ya gun, mack. These bastards are gonna be quick." Jensen replied before unbuttoning his suit and drawing two concealed revolvers from within them. Despite what he had said, the man was still smiling and looking confident.

Axton might notice a glint in the dark before a dagger flew in his direction, toward his face.

 

[Outisakanobody]

Axton wasn't really concerned with dodging, since the knife bounced off his shields with only a little power drained from them, so he instead fired at where the knife had came from.

 

[DotSlash]

Jensen smirked before darting off, guns blazing and grunts were heard as a body fell to the ground. "I got these three, mack! You make sure ta handle yourself!"

About 4 shadows stepped from the alleyways as Axton's shot went somewhat wide as the figure he shot at seemed to dart to the side impossibly quickly. They were all cloaked and their faces weren't visible due to the hoods that they wore, looking more like ghosts than people. Each threw another dagger toward the man, only going for the center of mass.

 

[Outisakanobody]

All the daggers were stopped by Axton's shields, but it was starting to lose power. He looked for some cover as he fired at all the bandits as he backed away from them.

 

[FPSfanatic]

Thrall nodded, considering. "That could be very useful. A man fearing is a man not wanting to fight. We could very much use you, young one."

Rozlynn jumped onto the bed, flopping between Thrall and Sybilla. "Ah, its so nice to see everyone making friends!"

 

[DotSlash]

As Axton sprayed all around, he'd find cover in a few places, behind some stacked trashcans, a wrecked car, and the alleyways. Regardless of what he chose, the other three bandits moved like the first had done, seemingly warping out of the way of his fire. The first had taken cover behind some trashcans itself, moving normally and some of the fire had pierced through it hit it. Another set of daggers flew toward Axton's position, two rather well aimed and another two seeming

 

[Outisakanobody]

"Assholes...Does my gun restriction affect these guys too?" Axton asked Jensen as he dove behind the wrecked car. He had to take some time to reload the reolver.

 

[Drakmorg]

Past Tense:

"Ya'll can't? Hunh." Sibylla remarked, scratching at her cheek. "Ah just figured everyone could do it. Ain't no one ever really told me I was doing somethin' other folks couldn't without feelin' around."

[hr]

Sibylla clutched her sheets closer to herself before replying, "W-Whut d'ya'll mean by that?" The caution in her tone had returned, and to a much greater degree.
Sibylla's snakes had taken notice of Rozlynn as soon as she had gotten close enough to the scene, splitting their attention between her and Thrall for the time being. Not being able to tell Rozlynn's intention, Sibylla was surprised by her flopping over onto the bed, as she landed on Sibylla's tail. "Agh! Get off!" She yelped, trying to push Rozlynn away.