Post by Deleted on Mar 31, 2014 21:12:02 GMT -5
(Right, after the insane wait on the first guy, and the fact that not only has Shiggy apparently vanished, I've given up here. It's me and an NPC, and was an attempt to earn money from the get-go. I just want to move on here, and this thread is holding me up big time.)
As the airblast hit the Laughing Pirate, it blew his leg out from under him. The shattered wreckage on the floor made for poor footing, and taking the sledgehammer-like force of a hundred tiny air slashes to an already injured leg, whilst still somewhat drunk? keeping your balance was not a viable option. With a grinding, meaty whirr, the chainsaw ripped through the flesh of his foe, even the typically misanthropic doctor could not avoid a shudder.
The older man fell to his side, catching himself on his elbow. As the piercing pain began to erode the haze brought on, by booze and adrenaline, his face screwed up in shock. "Gaaaaaah... You fucker! You just cut off my... FUCK! Gaaaaaargh!" Clutching at his stump, the pirate writhed, trying desperately to quell the pain. Stepping forward, boards and splinters cracking under his tread, the doctor looked down at his opponent. Bringing his arm around, the doctor prepared to swing the bloody weapon at the other arm. He was taking him in, no matter what it took. As he swung down, however, this resolve wavered. The screams coming from Loec were unnerving. Had chopping off his hand really been necessary? He just wanted to take the man in.... This was becoming a stomach churningly brutal way to earn Beri. He was literally recreating the accident that had caused him to become a cyborg initially. People in general irritated him, but this was brutal.
Hesitating would prove to be a foolish act on the long-arm's part. As he paused, the remaining hand of the pirate lashed up, slapping at his side. Despite the glancing blow, it felt like he had been hit with a rock. The Waru Waru no mi, while less effective against the fleshy bits of the cyborg marine, was still capable of dealing damage. Stumbling back, as Loec tried, shakily, to get to his feet, Flynn clutched his side, cursing under his breath. It felt like one of his wounds had been ripped open, and indeed, a new blot of red was appearing on his lab coat. The dizziness was beginning to increase, and a few motes of light had begun to dance in front of his squinted eyes. Growling, he turned around, blood-lust renewed. His turn was met with the downward slash of a knife, from his foe. Taking advantage of the distraction, Loec had pulled himself up onto an elbow. Swinging a knife towards the Marine's exposed side, if it had connected, the fight may well have ended with a long-arm bleeding out on the floor. However, as Flynn turned, his body shifted, and the blade whiffed past, slamming into the floor an inch from his foot.
Something snapped. Everything went quiet, as all noise was replaced by a dull roar. Everything felt calm, and the doctor felt an almost clinical air to the destroyed bar. It felt like an operating room. He liked those. The bones of Loec's arms snapped, as Flynn's piston-driven fist smashed down into it. They were cool, and calm, and things moved as he dictated. The scream of pain was cut short, as the Marine's other fist impacted with the pirate's throat. It was so unlike the real world, where things did not behave as he wished.. It was... he.....
Blinking, Flynn looked down at the unconcious pirate before him. He must have passed out from the blood loss... Loec had a number of bruises, and was missing a few broken teeth. Apparently a few more of his hits had connected than he thought. Still... something felt off. Like time had skipped for a moment. Probably just the heat of the moment. Removing a roll of bandages, and several other items, from his labcoat, he sat, cross legged, and began to wrap his wounds. Across the room, the bartender who had fired his gun at Flynn was cowering behind the bar, sweat pouring down his face. That pirate... he had gone mad. Hell, he had impaled his own friend with knives, merely to have a chance to hit the Marine. Now that the man had a moment to breath, he recalled hearing the cyborg offer Loec a chance to come quietly. He had obviously refused... and look what had resulted. His bar had been destroyed, and there was what could possibly be a corpse sitting against the wall, covered in daggers. God knows what would have happened if that man had gone wild before now. Speaking of which... There was a piece of paper, not far away. It looked a bit crumpled, but the outline of a bounty poster was a familiar one.
Sliding it over, the barman looked down. 12,000,000 Beri... That was a frightening amount. He had known that Loec was a former pirate, but he had seemed like just another sad drunk. As the barman's shivers of fear increased, Flynn stood. Taking the last of his bandages, he placed them on the fallen Breakman's stump, and began wrapping. While he had been engaged in a bloody bout of fisticuffs just moments before, he now was forced to be practical. If the pirate bled out, it was going to look a lot less impressive to the higher ups. As he wrapped, he watched the blood vanish, the wounds cloaked under a white cloth layer. It felt ironic, for some reason. Dusting his now stained lab coat, the pale Longarm hefted Loec onto his back, grunting, and began to walk. Out of the bar, out of the party district. People around him stared, and cringed, the cuts and bruises a harsh contrast to the soft glow of indolence around them. The Laughing Pirate and the Laughing Tinker, both Bound in bandages, left the city together. One was headed for things yet unknown, and one for the execution block. For the moment, around the two bearers of a mirthful name, all was somber.
As the airblast hit the Laughing Pirate, it blew his leg out from under him. The shattered wreckage on the floor made for poor footing, and taking the sledgehammer-like force of a hundred tiny air slashes to an already injured leg, whilst still somewhat drunk? keeping your balance was not a viable option. With a grinding, meaty whirr, the chainsaw ripped through the flesh of his foe, even the typically misanthropic doctor could not avoid a shudder.
The older man fell to his side, catching himself on his elbow. As the piercing pain began to erode the haze brought on, by booze and adrenaline, his face screwed up in shock. "Gaaaaaah... You fucker! You just cut off my... FUCK! Gaaaaaargh!" Clutching at his stump, the pirate writhed, trying desperately to quell the pain. Stepping forward, boards and splinters cracking under his tread, the doctor looked down at his opponent. Bringing his arm around, the doctor prepared to swing the bloody weapon at the other arm. He was taking him in, no matter what it took. As he swung down, however, this resolve wavered. The screams coming from Loec were unnerving. Had chopping off his hand really been necessary? He just wanted to take the man in.... This was becoming a stomach churningly brutal way to earn Beri. He was literally recreating the accident that had caused him to become a cyborg initially. People in general irritated him, but this was brutal.
Hesitating would prove to be a foolish act on the long-arm's part. As he paused, the remaining hand of the pirate lashed up, slapping at his side. Despite the glancing blow, it felt like he had been hit with a rock. The Waru Waru no mi, while less effective against the fleshy bits of the cyborg marine, was still capable of dealing damage. Stumbling back, as Loec tried, shakily, to get to his feet, Flynn clutched his side, cursing under his breath. It felt like one of his wounds had been ripped open, and indeed, a new blot of red was appearing on his lab coat. The dizziness was beginning to increase, and a few motes of light had begun to dance in front of his squinted eyes. Growling, he turned around, blood-lust renewed. His turn was met with the downward slash of a knife, from his foe. Taking advantage of the distraction, Loec had pulled himself up onto an elbow. Swinging a knife towards the Marine's exposed side, if it had connected, the fight may well have ended with a long-arm bleeding out on the floor. However, as Flynn turned, his body shifted, and the blade whiffed past, slamming into the floor an inch from his foot.
Something snapped. Everything went quiet, as all noise was replaced by a dull roar. Everything felt calm, and the doctor felt an almost clinical air to the destroyed bar. It felt like an operating room. He liked those. The bones of Loec's arms snapped, as Flynn's piston-driven fist smashed down into it. They were cool, and calm, and things moved as he dictated. The scream of pain was cut short, as the Marine's other fist impacted with the pirate's throat. It was so unlike the real world, where things did not behave as he wished.. It was... he.....
Blinking, Flynn looked down at the unconcious pirate before him. He must have passed out from the blood loss... Loec had a number of bruises, and was missing a few broken teeth. Apparently a few more of his hits had connected than he thought. Still... something felt off. Like time had skipped for a moment. Probably just the heat of the moment. Removing a roll of bandages, and several other items, from his labcoat, he sat, cross legged, and began to wrap his wounds. Across the room, the bartender who had fired his gun at Flynn was cowering behind the bar, sweat pouring down his face. That pirate... he had gone mad. Hell, he had impaled his own friend with knives, merely to have a chance to hit the Marine. Now that the man had a moment to breath, he recalled hearing the cyborg offer Loec a chance to come quietly. He had obviously refused... and look what had resulted. His bar had been destroyed, and there was what could possibly be a corpse sitting against the wall, covered in daggers. God knows what would have happened if that man had gone wild before now. Speaking of which... There was a piece of paper, not far away. It looked a bit crumpled, but the outline of a bounty poster was a familiar one.
Sliding it over, the barman looked down. 12,000,000 Beri... That was a frightening amount. He had known that Loec was a former pirate, but he had seemed like just another sad drunk. As the barman's shivers of fear increased, Flynn stood. Taking the last of his bandages, he placed them on the fallen Breakman's stump, and began wrapping. While he had been engaged in a bloody bout of fisticuffs just moments before, he now was forced to be practical. If the pirate bled out, it was going to look a lot less impressive to the higher ups. As he wrapped, he watched the blood vanish, the wounds cloaked under a white cloth layer. It felt ironic, for some reason. Dusting his now stained lab coat, the pale Longarm hefted Loec onto his back, grunting, and began to walk. Out of the bar, out of the party district. People around him stared, and cringed, the cuts and bruises a harsh contrast to the soft glow of indolence around them. The Laughing Pirate and the Laughing Tinker, both Bound in bandages, left the city together. One was headed for things yet unknown, and one for the execution block. For the moment, around the two bearers of a mirthful name, all was somber.