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PostPosted: Fri Apr 29, 2016 1:56 pm    Post subject: Convergence Reply with quote

Do you ever miss it, the super hero thing?

"Sometimes. Then I remember the price everyone who chooses that way of life has to pay. The moral anguish over kill or don't kill. How the evils we fight end up defining the kind of person we are. The hubris of thinking you can save everyone."

Deep thoughts, ombre. It's not like you're ever alone though. There are always allies right? People to help champion your cause.

"Those are usually short lived. The whole, familiarity breeds contempt is nowhere more apparent than among hero types. We cross paths with others who are willing to take things one step further than ourselves, understanding that other person has both the right idea...and at the same time how far is too far?"

So where's the trade-off, Race? Where lies the compromise. You've worked with villainous sorts before to achieve a common goal. You stood up to allies when you felt they were going to cross a line.

"Still comes down to the costs. I've burned bridges to make a point, pushed people away when I should have drawn them in. Being a hero? It means always paying a price. Losing loved ones, or letting your soulmate walk away to protect them. Finding out what sort of code you live by and never compromise that code for anything or anyone."

So what's your code? The end justifies the means? Make the best out of a bad situation?

"No. Not really sure what my code is, honestly. I'm usually the wrong guy in the wrong place at the wrong time. In the course of me doing right...things tend to just...spiral."

So you're John McLain?

"Yippee kai yay, ****. Yippee kai yay."
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PostPosted: Sun May 08, 2016 5:27 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Urgent message for you.

Race sat up from his desk at Delphi sticking her head in through the door. Yep, this meant something serious. "What's up?" He inquires hesitantly.

"You've a message from the Starship Reliant. It's just four words..." She fires off looking back and forth from Race to the paper in her hand.

"Spit it out!" He blurts. Words Race isn't accustomed to telling a beautiful woman by any means

"He's escaped. Prepare yourself." The confusion on her face is clearer than the blue of her eyes. "He...who?"

Race utters a single word as he rushes past Delphi. "Lobo."
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PostPosted: Wed May 11, 2016 2:55 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Race doesn't bother putting on his jacket as he breezes past Delphine. "Lobo" As if just saying that name should put everything into perfect context to frame Race's abrupt change in behavior. He may not be the tallest person in the realm, more like the tallest short person, but Race's stride eats a lot of ground when he needs it to. "You coming?" He looks behind himself at Delphine.

"Well 'o course Ah am. What kind of assistant would Ah be if Ah didn't? But Ah wouldn't mind a lil more info than just a name." She turned on her heels and followed after the bossman. Something was under his skin now and she was concerned for the fella.

He holds the elevator for her and pushes the black button on the floor levels. The button scans his fingerprint and announces: Armory before they start descending. "Lobo. He's a space mercenary. I sent him to prison four years ago."

Sliding into the elevator she reached out to grab his arm. "Alrighty den. Wot does dat have ta do with ya? Why do ya look like an animal that knows a predator is nearby?" He looked not only on high alert but maybe a bit panicked? She wasn't sure how to read him right now.

He just blinks at her. "I put him in prison. He just broke out. He's coming here." He's doing his best to just let her fill in the blanks on this one.

Why he had to beat around the bush instead of just lay it out all befuddled her but she accepted his decision to leave her mind to it. "Ah am not going anywhere darlin'. M'stayin' with ya 'n help as much as I can. So if Ah can do somethin' let me, 'rite?" She set the prettiest smile she had. "What are ya plans?"

"He has one code, fulfill the contract no matter what. I've seen him blow up a planet to kill one man. Poison a water supply to flush out his target. He's literally been banned from the after-life..." Race lists a number of crimes and rumors. When the elevator door opens, he steps out ahead of her into a literal Guns R'Us.

Good grief what else was he hiding in his places. Always a mystery, always leaving her questioning. "Ya gunna flee da city den? What 'bout that freaky lady that was all bloody? Can'tcha ask 'er fer backup? Ah know ya got skills?" Not to mention basically being superman.

The room despite its size held to a special calibre of organization. Starting with small arms to one side and building up to more mounted arsenals and ordinance. Down one aisle even looked to be robotic and remote equipment. "I try not to drag my friends into every conflict that knocks on my door. My personal Achilles heel of sorts."

She reached out and grabbed him by the shoulders only to hug him from behind. "Ya know fer a smart fella ya can be a lil dumb. What is da point o' havin' friends if not t' have dem getcha back. Pretty sure dey would get ya back, non?"

"Normally I'd agree, but for some silly reason...my friends? Like the crazy chick with the blood? They do the same thing, they have problems that they don't want to involve me in and I push to help, but they don't want it. " He stands still as she holds him from behind. He puts his hands over her arms where they cross against the taut plane of his stomach and chest.

"So ya are gunna to do da same thing?" She chuckled against his ear. "Bein' dere for friends is what friends do, darlin'. If dey don't come t' ya does dat mean ya not gunna be dere for when dey do come t' ya?" She tilted her head as she hugged him. "Ya choice ultimately but ya ain't gunna shut me out, darlin'. Ya stuck with me. Like glue!"

"Not sure what I've done to get that kind of loyalty...but I do appreciate it, Del." Race admits while looking down at her arms. "First thing to do, will be the hardest...vacate the park."

"Ya questionin' me?" She squinted at his face before moving a hand to catch his chin so that he had to look over to her. She was squinting at him. "Ya ain't just m'boss, Race. Ya m'friend too." She slid from him and shook her head with a sigh. "Darlin' dat ain't hard. Just say ya closin' early for repairs and offer da folks who paid a ticket t' come back at a later date. Den just say dat de park is down for repairs. Simple nuff."

"Will you see it done?" He asked of her. "And I'm not questioning you, Del. I know better than to do that."

"Darn straight ya better know better." She turned slightly on her heels and watched him. "Ah'll see to it." she said quietly, "Don'tcha be runnin' off without me, ya hear?"

"Something tells me that if I try, I'll have two people hunting me down. The one I can deal with, you genuinely frighten me." Race teases while watching her. "I just need to get whatever fight I have coming, away from a general population."

She grinned and winked at him. "Gotcha boss. Ah'll get t' dat den. Ah might not be no superman like ya but I can do somethin'. She made her way to the elevator. "Please keep in mind, do. Ya got people, Race. Reach out t' dem. Can't be like dem and reaching t' dem might help dem reach out t' ya in da future. M'opinion do. Take it as ya will."

"I'll try?" It really is the best he can offer at the moment. "Besides, we survive this...might have to take a little trip to Cabo San Lucas. You own a two piece right?"

"Ah do and it is a sexy lil number. Makes me feel right purdy." She winked his way while slipping into the elevator. She had a bit of work ahead of her. "Do ya need anythin' else before Ah head up t' deal with da Wonderplex?"

"A little Hope and some Faith..." He replies as the door starts to close. Whether he meant the intangible elements of the universe...or the two pistols he took off a shelve was up for debate.

"Don't worry babe. Got all da hope and faith in ya. Ya just gotta have a lil fer yaself." She didn't like the idea of leaving him alone but soon enough the doors were closed and she was on her way to close the park. This was not going to be fun.
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PostPosted: Mon May 16, 2016 7:21 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

The edge of Rhydin dimensional Space
I know your eyes in the morning sun,
I feel you touch me in the pouring rain,
And the moment that you wander far from me I wanna feel you in my arms again.

And you come to me on a summer breeze,
Keep me warm in your love and then softly leave.
And it’s me that you need to show…

How deep is you-


The juke box machine in Ray’s Intergalactic diner explodes in a shower of sparks from a single shot of a blaster.

“Sorry folks, I just couldn’t take that crap no more.” Towering above most of the patrons, a man walks forward from his table to the bar. Dressed in black pants with spiked accouterments on his knees and belt, the figure casts an imposing shadow. He chews on the end of a thick cigar, setting cards down down on the polished surface. “There’s for the coffee.”

Little else is said on his way out the main door.

“What about my machine!” the owner calls from behind the counter.

“Send me a bill, I might use it to wipe my keister.” Laughter echoes as he mounts a strange hovering motorcycle. From a compartment on the front, he takes out a device that displays a galactic map. “All right, Race. Time to pay the piper.”

"You're not leaving without paying for that!" The owner along with several others come rushing out of the diner, weapons in hand. However, the stranger is already flying away.

"Spacer trash..." the owner mutters, until he hears beeping coming from beside the door to the diner.

"Well, that was a blast." Lobo laughs, looking back over his shoulder to the mushroom shaped cloud that used to be Ray's Intergalactic Diner.
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PostPosted: Mon May 16, 2016 8:50 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Meanwhile, planet side on Rhydin

A series of letters are delivered to some of Race’s closest friends, and possibly adoptive family.

“I’m leaving this, along with other copies as a letter of intent so that no one is confused.

1. Si vis pacem para bellum. Latin. If you want peace, prepare for war.

2. I haven’t talked overly much about my past to any of you. But I’ll tell you now. I was born to an abusive father. A revolving door drug dealer that my mother worked hard to get away from. I have four siblings. One brother is in prison for murder, the other joined the military and made a happy life. My only sister graduated college in 3 years with as many degrees and was seen as the golden child, she’s been married three times and has three children, each to a different father. I never finished college. Instead i found my way to Rhydin without any money, from a world where magic and dragons, and intergalactic travel didn’t exist. Everything I have, has been earned through ruthlessness, providence, and planning.

3. I do not miss being a Green Lantern or the responsibilities it placed upon me. What I missed was the access to the abilities and knowledge. The distinction between which took me a long time to reconcile. I missed the power, not what I stood for. What that potentially says about me, I’ll leave to more philosophical heads than my own.

4. Three years ago, I put a Czarnian named Lobo in prison for a series of crimes that can’t be listed on paper without murdering a planet of trees. He’s escaped and is coming to find me. He’s not out for revenge because revenge is an emotional response. He’s coming to punish me. I can’t fight him because he holds the ability to completely regenerate his entire being from a single drop of blood. I’ve witnessed him blow up an entire planet to kill one person to fulfill a mercenary contract. He has one single code that he lives by. Fulfill and Honor his contract to the very letter no matter the cost.

This man is coming for me, and I have to face the natural justice he is seeking. I robbed him of his freedom, so he’ll come seeking my life. He has the physical strength and resilience of a yellow sun radiated Kryptonian, he too is the last of his kind in the galaxy, and I’ve all ready told you about his regenerative abilities. I have closed the Wonderplex to minimize the casualties that will result from the coming conflict. Despite his deplorable nature, he is the last of his people and I won’t be responsible for the extinction of the Czarnian race. If I can beat him without killing him, perhaps this letter isn’t unnecessary. To that end, should I fail…

1. I leave The Wonderplex in the capable hands of Mairead Harker and Doran Ilnaren. The very heart and soul of the park comes from my own personal sense at finding wonder in everything around me and only someone in tune with that indomitable spirit of wonderment can make sure the park continues to be such a haven for discovery and enjoyment. My Assistant, Delphine Monceaux, knows everything about the park and will be an excellent asset to help them both guide the park.

2. I leave my income properties to Delphine Monceaux which includes my penthouse apartment. The income alone from the rent revenue is enough that she’ll only have to schedule general maintenance. All of the current tennants have lived there for several years, most of them families that have always paid on time.

3. Ownership of Flora’s Finery in the Marketplace is to be passed to the current general manager, Mark Ferguson.

4. Seaview Terrace, the Bed and Breakfast set to open in Seaside I leave in the capable hands of Rachael MacLeod and her daughter Limelenath.

There are other items to be left to others, my executor will see that such wishes are taken care of personally. Such items are being left to Katt Batten and her brother Edward, Ebon Ilnaren, Isuelt DeRomiano, and Aja Bird.

Signed,
Race Sullivan Bannen."
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PostPosted: Wed May 18, 2016 12:37 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

The Wonderplex

"Race, this is Ebon. I got your letter and... well, I'm a bit of a loss for words. From the sound of it, there's not much I can do to help you in this fight, but I'd hate myself if I didn't offer. Let me know."

How many times he listened to the message, Race didn’t track. ...I’d hate myself if I didn’t offer…

...I’d hate myself if I didn’t…

...I’d hate myself if I…

...I’d hate myself if…

...I’d hate myself…

...I’d hate…

Pause, rewind, play. Pause, rewind, play. Race kept looping the message again and again as his own thoughts crystalized. Cellphone in one hand, a piece of cloth in the other. Yes, Race is a pretty smart guy, but there are many things beyond his ability to computate and factor. The cloth being one of such item. An experimental fabric from Reed. Something about solar optics and reflective threads. Even for Race, the science was beyond his ability to understand. Reed had enough materials to make a single bolt of the fabric. Would there be enough?

Lobo didn’t earn his reputation by being dumb, the Czarnian would be expecting a fight, some kind of trap. That’s why Race knows it has to be this way. Just the two of them on open ground. Perhaps if he is lucky, Lobo would just drop a bomb on the park. Race could survive that, probably. After all, he worked to keep recent developments to himself and his closest friends.

...I’d hate myself if…

“Time to get to work…”
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PostPosted: Thu May 19, 2016 5:51 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Where the hell are you?

“Well, Katt got her message…” Race cringed.

When you get this you better damn well call me or text me.

If you think you are going to drop a letter like this on me and not expect me to be furious with you, you are bat *** crazy.

Don't you go at this alone.

Let us help if we can.

“She’s really upset. Not sure I’ve heard her like this…” He’s actually growing afraid to listen to the remaining messages.

Let me help!

I -

If taking this guy alive to you is more important than your own life - “Sweet merciful juggalos, she’s on a tirade…” Race winces hard enough that his face actually hurts.

- I don't give a rats ass if he is the last of his race!

Just because he is the last of his race doesn't mea-

“All right, Katt’s going to need a cooling off period. Unless she finds me, which..then she’ll probably do the job for Lobo and he’ll go home. Stopping all of this.” Even as he says it, Race gives the idea a decent amount of consideration. Katt kicks his ass, Lobo goes home disappointed…”Nope, won’t work.”

Shrugging it off, Race goes back to his needle work with the sewing machine.
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PostPosted: Sat May 28, 2016 6:28 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Race, it's Chelle. Have you lost your ever loving mind? I get that whole man's got to do thing, but going on your own with zero back up? That's just not how I was raised.

Be careful out there, Race! Sometimes, we gotta be our own rescue party!

He listened to the latest messages from Chelle and Maggie, Rhiannon pulling out the work crews. Most of the sentiment he expected the backlash for, Delphine probably got her letter within hours of the rest. Frankly he’s a bit surprised she’s not yanking on his ear going all ragin’ cajun, which could be hot. He’s seen her do that to others and needed to get popcorn. However being on the receiving end would be far from pleasant.

Black and green fitted pants. Any other time she may of made a comment but at this moment it looked more like he was suiting up for something and she knew what. His curious look got him a scowl. "Wot is up with ya leavin'a letter dat, Ah ain't gunna lie, look more like'a will den anything."

Her eyes drifted across the equipment before landing on him. "Ya really gunna do dis alone?"

"Not much other choice really, Del. This kind of fight? It's not for folks that have attachments. Spouses, children, both. An' that's what all the people I could call on have. Spouses and spawns." He says with a shrug.

"Ya have attachments, too, couillon." She just called her boss that so maybe it was a good thing he may not understand it. "Or ain't does ya call friend or family not count t'ya? Why ya bein' so damn pigheaded?" She wished she had the letter in her hand instead of leaving it on the floor of her room. "Ya ain't as alone as ya seem t' think ya are and Ah swear if ya give me dat lame ass excuse dat dey don't come t'ya again Ah'm gunna thwap dat head o' yas. Ya got people, Race. Ah've heard da messages. Betcha ain't contacted a single one o'dose who are obviously worried 'boutcha."

Race frowns a bit at the name. Really needs to get a French to English dictionary. "I never said I was alone. I never said people didn't care about me. It has nothing to do with pigheadedness or anything of the sort. Did you not hear what I *** said?"

Hands scrub over his face before brushing hair back from his face so he can regard her fully. "Say something happens, we beat this guy, I survive, but one of them dies? I have to take that news to them, tell their children and spouse that mommy or daddy aren't coming home. I'll have to look them in the eye and drop that bombshell. Not you. And, I don't want to live with that."

She bristled when he spoke to her like that. "Do ya want me t' recap our last conversation, Race?" She snapped back at him. "Dat is it? Really? Tell me, Race, ever gave thought t'da ones who will be hurt if ya die?" Her lips drew in as she collected herself. It did upset her and controlling what emotions wanted to spill was hard. "Ya gotta better chance o' everyone livin' in numbers."

"You're with me till the end, I remember. Doesn't mean you're going to be doing any fighting..." He retorts with a shake of his head. "The ones hurt should I die? Believe it or not, Del...that's a very small list."

She looked at him, slackjawed. "And dat list, just because it be small -" She took a step to him but didn't get close to his personal bubble. Hands curled up at her sides she looked at him, caught somewhere between being furious and wanting to cry. "Do ya even 'ear yaself?! Do ya think dat just because ya list o' people who care is small dat ya don't matter? Does da size even matter?!"

"Size always matters dollface..."

Race spins around, his face going white as a sheet. He even steps into Delphine's personal bubble like a fleshy barrier between her and the intruder.

"And the Main Man, is the biggest game in the known universe...."

She didn't have a chance to see the color fade from Race when he shot around but that didn't mean she wasn't leaning to see who the hell it was that butted into their conversation. "Sounds like ya aren't doin' somethin' right if ya think dat." She could only guess who it was she was speaking to by Race's reaction.
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"Maybe after I rip the arms off the geek, I'll show you how I do it, sweetcheeks." A grin plays off of Lobo's black and white features as he turns his head from left to right, cracking several vertibrae.

"Delphine, it's time for you to get out of here. I need to get dangerous...." Race holds up his hand as something small and green flies off the workbench. No sooner is it in his palm, The Mogul is engulfed in a green light that expands into a full body suit of green and black.

She shook her head to Race but stepped back as something flew towards him. "Can't ya just, Ah dunno, go on ya merry way 'n leave Race alone?" Probably was too much to ask but hey didn't hurt to ask! She didn't want to leave but she also knew she couldn't help. She had no abilities to help him. She wanted to argue and it showed as she took a few more steps back. "Don't die, Race. M'serious. Ya might not care 'bout dat small list but Ah am one on it."
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PostPosted: Sun May 29, 2016 11:55 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Oh, how Delphine hated the fact that she wasn't able to help Race. Not only could she not help but she was told to run. Run like some scared child. She had barely made it from the war zone that she had her cellphone out with the Gov's number she lifted from Race's phone highlighted. As the phone rang she paced impatiently.

"Ebon Ilnaren... what's on your mind?" It was his standard greeting, he didn't recognize Delphine's number.

"'ello, Monsieur Ilnaren. Dis is Delphine, Race's assistant. We've met a few times in da past at the meetings 'n da inn." She prayed the man remembered her or at least recognized Race's name.

"Yes, of course, I remem-" Then a thought struck him, and he recalled that blasted letter from Race. Combined with the tension in her voice, that led to some unpleasant implications. "What's happened?" Beat. "He's there, isn't he? This... Lobo."

"Yes!" she blurted out. "Race told me ta run but Ah can't just let 'im face dis guy alone!"

Even as he posed the question, Ebon took to the air, his psionic talent carrying him fast than he could have walked. "Get the word out, Delphine. Anyone that you can think of. Start with Ka- no, I'll call Katt, I was already on my way over there."

"Ah don't really know anyone, Monsieur Ilnaren. Ah don't know who t' get da word out t'. Ya were da first one dat came t' mind. He is so damn set on facin' dis guy alone because he doesn't want anyone t' get 'urt."

"Well, he's still something of a hero by nature, and pig-headed stupidity is one of the side effects of heroism." Ebon chuckled into the phone. "I speak from experience here." As he flew, he wracked his brain to think of who might help. "Try and see if you can get word to Rhiannon Harker or Colleen MacLeod, they should be in the directory. They should be able to spread the word further. I'm almost at Batten Tower, and I have one other idea."

Del was pretty sure she had those numbers from Race's phone and was suddenly panicked because she may not. "Understood, sir. Ah'll let 'im know people are comin', too. Ya are coming right?" The last bit sounded of a plead from a woman in fear.

"Oh, yes." Ebon's voice was edged with determination. "I don't give a damn if Race thinks he's better off facing this maniac alone. I've lost too many friends to abandon one now. I'll be there!"

"It isn't dat. He doesn't want t' be da one t' have t' go t' families 'n tell dem if ya die. Which Ah get but at da same time he - Ah'm on m'way back t' 'im now den! Ah'll try t' contact those ya spoke o'. Dis guy, Lobo? 'e be a big fella so bring heavy dings."

"We will. Thanks!" Disconnecting with Delphine, he hovered a moment to speed-dial Katt before resuming his flight to Batten Tower. "Katt? It's Ebon... just got a panicked call from Race's assistant. Seems like his visitor has arrived. I'll be at the Tower in a moment. Get kitted up."

The only reason Katt had answered was because it was Ebon's number but the moment she heard the call she grunted. "Yeah, I got the letter. He seems too busy to even answer his damn voicemail... so he finally got his head out of his ass and asked for help?" Still kind of *** getting his assistant to call. "My suit is down for repair." She may have been a bit too rough with it. "I'll meet you on the roof." Which is exactly where Ebon would find her, standing there with her arms folded. She didn't seem to even bother to change.

"Of course he didn't ask... he's as stubborn as they come." Ebon sighed as he settled down atop the Tower roof. "Delphine called because she's afraid for him, and quite probably smarter than he is. I'm going to help anyway." Then he held up a hand and tapped his earpiece. "Gory? You still have that little trinket from our K'hundian adventure, the one you kept in case of emergency? How's it holding up?" Pause. "Half-strength? It'll have to do. Time to break the glass and bring it to me at the top of Batten Tower. Yes, now."

A brow arched high at the word trinket. "Mrm?" The questioned sound was directed at Ebon while she raised her hand to her ear. She mumbled something to D.I.A.N.A before lowering her hand. "What's the plan?"

He looked to Katt. "The plan is, we go help our friend... and, assuming we all survive the experience, we kick his butt for being an idiot."

"He better hope that Lobo kills him because I am going to have words with him..." And likely kick Race's ass herself.

Just then, Eregor appeared in a shimmer of light, holding out a small container about the size of a jewelry box. Ebon took it, then raised a finger before his friend could ask anything. "Lobo's here for Race. We're going to help. I want you to be ready to contain everything inside Wonderplex until it's over. If anyone else comes to help, let them through; otherwise, keep it shut."

The other man wisely kept his response brief. "Got it."

Ebon turned back to Katt and opened the container, which was lit from within by an emerald glow. "Even half a charge is better than nothing." He snapped it closed again, and slipped it inside his tunic. "Shall we?"

She glanced to the container and her lips pursed briefly. She recognized the ring, it seemed. A sidelong glance was given to Ebon and instead of answering she slid off the side of the building, freefalling before landing into the shadows and disappearing from sight. Ebon should hurry too!

With a wry grin, Ebon watched Katt disappear into the shadows. He gave a nod to Eregor, who returned it and vanished himself, and then the Black Knight took to the sky, heading for the Wonderplex. Hang on, Race, you idiot!


((adapted from live play with Del & Katt))
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The Research and Development lab implodes in a wave of sheetrock and dust. Red brick tiles splinter from the impact of Race touching down. His body rolls before ultimately stopping. Plaster powder coats his body as he hacks and coughs from breathing it in. His eyes sting where plaster meets sweat, forces himself up on hands and knees. He knows better than to just wipe at his eyes ;spreading the dust and further hinder his sight. Even now he can hear Lobo coming in that slow, predatory, gait. The mercenary enjoying the moment.

Race works his throat muscles, forcing saliva from some last reserve in the back of his throat. Spitting into his palm, he alternates between dabbing at the moisture with his index finger and brushing along his bottom eyelids. The dust congealing under his nails into a paste as it’s scraped away. He blinks away what’s left as two black boots come into view.

“You’ve lost your edge,” Lobo observes despondantly.

“Sorry to dis-” A heavy strike in between his shoulderblades turns the words tto pained gibberish as he tries to stand up. The force sends him crashing through the floor to the level below.

“Simon didn’t say you could get up.” The scorn in Lobo’s voice is palpable.

Deftly rolling to the side, Race vaults to his feet seconds ahead of Lobo’s landing. The mercenary’s white lips are spread wide in a large grin. The kind that screams I’ve got a secret and I’m not sharing. Which doesn’t help the Mogul’s confidence in the slightest. Each step Lobo takes forword finds Race taking one backwards, his mind racing through the options. He really hadn’t expected the Czarnian to actually use the front door like a regular joe. Part of the reason he hadn’t bothered giving a picture of the space biker to park security.

“And you haven’t said a word to me at all since the skeezy female ran off. Send your tongue away with that sweet piece of ass?” Lobo’s masterful rotation between sarcasm and taunting works itself into a sneer on his monochromatic features. His red eyes gleam with mockery from between black eyelids. “Get done with you, might find her and give her some Main Man private diction...what ya think?”

“Don’t even- “ Race flies forward in a burst of speed catching the Czarnian off guard. Two solid strikes to the ribs, a right and a left, with a follow-up left cross combination spins Lobo into othe wall. His bodily crater leaves a hole, exposing pipework and wiring. Lobo staggers towards the middle of the hallway in time to find Race half-way through a Superman punch off of the opposing wall.

The strike drives Lobo to one knee, but the Czarnian rallies with a tackle catching Race around the waist.The two power through office cubicles in a whirlwind of stationary and flying office supplies. Race catches a red stapler in mid-flight and pries the hinge apart, calling on his early days as a filing clerk. He starts to play paddle-ball of pain with Lobo’s head. Cracking the staple release into the merc's skull again and again leaving rows of shiny staples embedded into the skin and hair.
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PostPosted: Fri Aug 12, 2016 1:56 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

More glass shatters in a spray of reflective shards.

Then free fall.

Wind whistles around them as they plummet to the cement below. He can feel Lobo stirring as they both reel from the impact. He needs to get up. He needs to fight. Race drifts in and out of consciousness as he rolls onto his side. Something tactile keeps him from passing out. The rough texture of broken cement and the stone beneath it that shifts under his palm.

The loose gravel between his fingers sparks a memory.

A memory of violence.

"Fight..." he mutters under his breath. Beside him, Race hears something slide on the concrete. A phantom thought whispers the understanding of Lobo getting to his knees.

Relying on sound to guide him, Race hurls his body forward. His shoulder connects with Lobo's side just below the ribs. He crawls up the Czarnian's torso to get past his guard. Like a man possessed he rains down blow after blow. The wet splatter, the choked gurgling, and other elements that'd normallly make him stop are lost in a frenzy.
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PostPosted: Sat Oct 29, 2016 1:21 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Blood drips from his face in a slow trickle; it coats his knuckles like engine grease. Breathing heavily through his mouth, Race's chest expands and compresses rapidly. What's left of Lobo's face is only a mashup of meat and bone... "What have I done?" he whispers in horror.

He scrambles backwards off of the Czarnian, tripping on a boot to lay sprawled on the cracked pavement.

He's never lost that kind of control, or at least to this extent. A cold hollow feeling settles int he pit of his stomach while sitting there, staring at the bolognaise Lobo's face has been reduced to.
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PostPosted: Wed Nov 30, 2016 3:23 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

Race sits in silence as the flies have gathered over Lobo. Still staring, listening to a heart that no longer beats. Lungs that aren’t drawing in oxygen. The blood on his knuckles has dried into an itching crust. How long he’s sat there is beyond his desire to calculate. He just sits and looks on. This wasn’t how I planned this to go. He opens and closes his knuckles to break up the dried blood

His eyes are puffy from the dust, Race can still taste it on his tongue. How long has it been since he had a fight like this? What would the earlier version of himself have done different? stop that crap, Race. You’re better than… Is he? Is he really better? Trying to juggle a multi-billion dollar enterprise and trying to be some crusader in the free time? Easy to do with a support system. Why’d he stop?

A steadying breath and Race looks up at the sky. It’s this place. Rhydin. Something about it, you feel invincible. Like you can’t die...because people dodge death every day. Come back every day. What if that’s the great lie? The million wonders of Rhydin infect you, insinuates a false sense of security…

“When we make plans, God laughs…” he whispers under his breath, hanging his head in a moral defeat. He had Lobo beat dead to rights...and he just kept swinging. That’s not what a hero does. That’s not what someone with willpower does. That’s what the other side does. The undisciplined and out of control. Crackpots in purple suits or something equally ridiculous.

“Then whoever that is, he’s on the ground rolling…”

Lobo’s voice jerks him out of his thoughts...right in time to get a face full of Czarnian fist. The unscheduled flight would have been nice...save the crash landing into the lobby of the administration building.
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PostPosted: Tue Mar 14, 2017 3:20 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Delphine circled the building after speaking with Ebon. It sounded like time was needed and she could do that. Entering the building through a side door she made her way to her office. It didn't matter where you were in the building you could hear the fight taking place. It resounded in the building as if to fill every nook and cranny.

Race never asked about her past. In fact when they first met for the job opening he made it loud and clear that her past didn't matter to him. As long as she got the job done, that was all that mattered. In its own way it was a comforting feeling, not having to worry about the sins of the past clouding up what could be a possible future. Race gave her that - a future, and it was high time she paid that back.

Once in the office she was just about to close the door when something flew by, taking the door (and part of the wall) off in the process. The rush of air caused her fiery hair to whip as she looked at what had been the spot where the door had been. It was already moving downward, toward the lobby. It was a good thing people were evacuated then, wasn't it? Time was growing short and this knowledge set her back into motion. The office was nicely furnished but one of her favorite pieces was the hardwood storage cabinet that hugged the wall near the massive window. Not only the design of it but because it could hold practically anything, including a body - and there had been times she had been tempted to shove Race into it.

Once opened there were a few dress suits and other things hanging up that she pushed to the side in order to gain access to the large case she had stowed away. It was pulled out, and with a heave, set up to rest on her desk. A code to unlock the case had it snapping open and the lid raised to reveal the pieces of a sniper rifle. How amusing, and ironic, that it was an Intervention model. She wasted no time in snapping the pieces together as if the routine was something she had done many times before. Only after the muzzle break was in place did she realize the fighting had gone silent. That could be a good or bad sign and it was time to see which it was.

After snagging the AP cartridge she moved to the edge of her office which, surprisingly enough, showed an open view of the lobby below. There was little flooring outside her office door thanks to the breeze by of the fight earlier. It gave just enough of a bird's eye view to witness the crash landing into the flooring of the lobby like some wayward shooting star. That had been way too small to be that Lobo fella and her lips spilled silent curses as she snapped the cartridge into place and set the rifle into a position that would make it easiest for her to get a shot off. Her target was Lobo's skull, or ass, depending on the chance she got. Unlike Race, she didn't care if he was the last of his kind or not.
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PostPosted: Sun Jul 02, 2017 11:54 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

"You're not making this fun for me, where's the constructs? Where's that bravado I mentioned earlier, bub?" Lobo looms over Race with a look of complete disappointment. "I come all this way to beat you down. And this is what I'm met with."

Race squints expecting the coup de grace his position presents. But one doesn't come. Lobo's footsteps retreat,"You've gone soft, Race. Lost your edge. Used to be a real Billy Bad Ass. What happened to you? The joker's become a joke." His parting salvo far more visceral than anything material.

You've gone soft

The words rattle in his brain on a loop....
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