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Post by shio on Dec 15, 2010 20:22:39 GMT -8
99 flinched as the guard serpent let out a low, threatening hiss. Even though she wasn't the target, it put her on edge and made her very conscious of just how much her safety relied on Frank's word. But still, she didn't want to see Benjamin torn apart, and he seemed to have good intentions at heart, even if he was his justice a little too far. "... and just where's ya evidence?" 99 flicked out her own blade, knowing things would be coming to a head pretty damn soon, but kept the weapon lowered for the moment. "He's got some nasty weapons, but you got some too, is that your basis for argument? Pretty shaky if ya ask me."
She noticed Don draw his own blades and shivered, those were definitely nasty, she hated to think what he could do with those. But his words stopped her short, for once, he seemed to be talking reason, and reason she could deal with. "...Eisley? Ya mean that chicky from before?," 99 had wondered about that, she seemed like a decent girl at first glance, but 99 had learned long ago that first impressions were not a good basis for your allies, something that was all the more reinforced by Benjamin's behaviour. She was torn, and remained frozen in place as Frank gave the serpent once simple order: "Kill him."
99 stood with her knife slack in her hand, waiting to see what Benjamin would do now that the odds had turned, but she didn't want to watch anyone get torn apart... in her inaction she was also ignoring her proximity to both rag dolls.
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Post by Shooku on Jan 10, 2011 17:23:43 GMT -8
((Sorry for holding things up and for the short post orz)) "Kill him." [/center] Serration swiftly reared back, letting out a mechanical cry similar to a hawk's. He lashed his long body in a powerful thrusting motion that sent him lunging forward, using his undersized legs to push off against the ground before pulling them safely inside his burlap skin. His beak gaped open as he prepared to snap it shut on the enemy, the intruder. The rusted, serrated edges were dangerously aimed at Benjamin's head as the serpent carried out Don's short command. Spikes bristling, the guard would be glaring if his optics were on at the moment. However, they were currently off, causing the machine to aim at Benjamin's movement rather than the stitchpunk himself.
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Post by ‹ kˆ†eworth › on Feb 4, 2011 8:50:08 GMT -8
< 226 Benjamin - to persecute us >
(( FFF sorry this took so long guys ;x; ))
Well shit.
So the game was up. What a downer. In the instant after Don had issued the order, Benjamin's half-closed optics flickered over to him. They locked there. Ohh, how he would enjoy ripping that doll's face off. Ben wasn't one to put much stock in torture - sure, it happened now and then, but never consciously, never intentionally. But this time...
Oh, ho..
The blue-and-gold-clad ragdoll immediately turned his optics - now snapped open completely, to he onrushing machine guard. His feet shifted, throwing him back into a quick sideways skid in an attempt to let the charging worm slide right past. At the same time his hands were also moving - the steak knife was quickly at the ready, in case the machine had decent turning skills at this speed.
He didn't do it fearfully, nor in panic - it was carefully calculated - it had to be, especially back when it was his job to face murderous humans and animals in the police force. The memories of those times never returned but for slight flashes of some strange man he could figure no connection to, but the skills he'd drilled into his life were still there.
Calm, even in the face of certain death.
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Post by ♫ e s h e ♪ on Feb 9, 2011 17:15:23 GMT -8
⚉ "Don't worry 99, I don't think Ben here is stupid enough to stay and fight a battle he simply cannot win. Although we can only hope." Don suppressed a growl in his throat, his previous sentiments of rage and vexation toward Benjamin gathering into a triumphant smirk toward the taller male, and especially toward the locked gaze the other gave him. Perhaps later, Don would think back on that moment and find shivers slinking down his spine, but for now he was caught up in the power this situation provided him. Oh delicious, delightful power! Don's smirk widened; taunting in perfect silence. Just try and get me!
"So long as he stands close by, he could amount any sort of horror onto an innocent resident of the Clocktower. We can't have that." Oh no, no we can't. But now I can watch his smug face get shredded into polyester and silken ribbons. Don rotated his blades into a position of harmlessness when Serration charged, his optics glinting with morbid glee at the scene. This was going to be quite the show, and he was more than willing to sit back, relax,
and watch.
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Post by shio on Feb 9, 2011 23:00:27 GMT -8
99 stood perfectly still as the fight began, but her grip tightened around her knife.
She had never been aware she could move so fast. In a blur of speed, she had positioned herself between Frank and Benjamin - ignoring the charging machine - her blade pointed at the blue-clad stitchpunk's throat, her free hand held up in a stopping motion in Frank's face. "That's enough." 99 said quietly, "I'm not going to stand 'ere and let someone be ripped to ta'ers. Now both of ya, back off, or one of ya's gonna get steel in the throat." Pausing for a moment to hope that beast stopped without bowling her over, she sped up as she added to Benjamin. "If there are little'uns in there, or others like he said, you've got no business with them. You got no evidence ta back you up, and until you do I'm not gonna let ya pass." It was probably plain to see that she was in no condition to fight, and it was very likely Benjamin would call her bluff, but she was prepared for that, she could always let the machine do what it would with him if worst came to worst. "Havin' business with us criminals is one thing, without getting innocents caught in the crossfire." Her blade twitched, fully expecting a fight on her hands.
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Post by Shooku on Apr 3, 2011 8:24:14 GMT -8
((FFFF omg I'm so sorry this took so long! OTL Hopefully I'll be more active now. >3<;; ) Serration's attempts to at first turn sharply to follow Benjamin's movement, and then to avoid colliding with the suddenly in-the-way 99 resulted in a loss of momentum as he skidded sideways awkwardly in an attempt to stop. Turning his head to point from one threat to the other, he clucked uncertainly. What was going on? The guest was suddenly threatening both his ally and the enemy. Unsure of who to attack, the machine shook his head, perplexed. She was acting in a threatening manner, which meant she had to be dealt with. But his orders were to attack the other threat. Making up his mind, the serpent released a hiss and whipped his tail at the she-doll, claws spread as he aimed to immobilize her in his grip. Once he had a hold of her, he turned and lashed out at his previous target with his sharp-edged beak, intent on tearing into him.
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Post by ‹ kˆ†eworth › on Apr 4, 2011 8:49:13 GMT -8
< 226 Benjamin - to persecute us >
Benjamin had been forced into immobility the second that 99 had put herself between himself and Don. One, just because she had, and two, there was now an extra weapon directly at his neck. In the split second between this and Serration's next action, Benjamin narrowed his optics dangerously at 99. She was foolish, no question, and would likely get herself killed by whatever happened to come across her. There's no space for kindness out here unless you want your head rolling.
He became unfrozen as Serration did him a favor - removing 99, and therefore the blade from his own throat. The uniformed doll swiped his blade stiffly in front of him, shoved backwards and to his right a few inches as Serration's attack clanged into the flat metal. Immediately he fell into a forward roll-
-and came out from underneath the machine, steak knife immediately directed at Don's smug grin.
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Post by ♫ e s h e ♪ on Apr 4, 2011 17:28:48 GMT -8
Dammit all! Don could only gape disbelievingly as his swelling power in the situation was yanked rudely away. His gaze locked itself onto 99 as she planted herself defiantly between Benjamin and himself, her voice ringing out in a solid threat. His pupils widened momentarily before they slid into furious black slivers. He slammed one foot down into the dirt hard enough to cause a small cloud of ash and dirt to swirl dazedly into the air, and jabbed one of his heavy blades in her direction. Not to harm her, no, but to clearly put across the message the she had stepped out of line. "I don't think you realize, Ninety Nine-" He spoke her name slowly, as if it was something vile and undesired. "That the quicker we dispose of this guy, the safer EVERYONE will b-"
Don broke off as Serration's barbed grasp was suddenly sent fourth to apprehend the mouthy she-doll. The large machine's body suddenly barreling past him was enough to send Don stumbling backward in an attempt not to get caught in the crossfire of Serration's scramble. He managed to keep his balance, releasing an angry shout directed toward the machine.
Gaze darting to and fro, Don tried to pinpoint Benjamin's location in the mad scene that had erupted in only a matter of moments. Where... was...? ......... oh. The glint of iron was hurtling at him, driven by absurd speed. Don only had enough time to raise an arm before the blow struck him, the unbelievable weight of the steak knife striking his lower arm just below his own blade, splitting fabric and nearly snapping the framing where it hit. Don's back hit the earth hard, stunning him for only a moment before he drew the injured arm against himself, wincing as oil began to ooze from the clean slice. Optics turned up at the towering shape above him, Don raised the blade of his uninjured arm up to shield himself should any attacks be aimed at his face.
The smug grin he had worn only minutes ago was now a foreign concept.
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Post by shio on Apr 5, 2011 2:05:16 GMT -8
99 barely had time to turn around before she felt icy claws close tight around her middle and hoist her into the air, her arms were now pinned uncomfortably by her sides, rendering her motionless. Dammit! She struggled, but it wasn't doing her any good, and suddenly a wave of dizziness rocked over her, reminding her that she hadn't slept in over a week. No... She shook her head violently, trying to clear it and only succeeding in making the vertigo worse. Don't pass out. Not now. 99 was shaking, her vision was blurring and everything seemed distant - she was aware there was a fight going on but couldn't make sense of anything. The machine was probably shaking her about a bit, even if unintentionally - but it was enough to shock her brain into shut down mode. "Shit." She swore before passing out with her eyes still open.
OOC: Just giving you guys some time to play without me for a bit. ^^ I'll be waaaatching >D
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Post by Shooku on Apr 5, 2011 13:09:53 GMT -8
((Okay Shio! Feel free to jump back in anytime you want! <3 Also fuuu, why can't I think of longer posts orz)) CLANG Serration's attack met nothing but metal, and the worm-like machine paused briefly to shake his head a bit, having expected to hit fabric instead of a weapon. He absently acknowledged the fact that 99 had gone slack in his claws, and was considering dropping her so he could maneuver easier when a sharp scent hit the air, immediately distracting him from that train of thought. Oil. Whipping his head around to face the two fighting males, the guard felt Don hit the ground. Spines bristling with rage, Serration let out a furious shriek and dove at Benjamin, his gaping beak ready to snap shut on his enemy's fabric.
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Post by ‹ kˆ†eworth › on Apr 6, 2011 9:46:08 GMT -8
< 226 Benjamin - to persecute us >
"A-HA!"
It was almost as if the apparently-coveted expression of triumph had left the enemy only to find its home on Benjamin's face.
He stood over the other doll as the victor, completely and unashamedly enjoying his stance of power as he grinned down at Don. He suspected (rather egotistically) that he and Don both shared the understanding that this was where the whole ordeal was to lead, no matter what tricks the criminal had managed to dredge up.
Aware, in the back of his mind, that time was short and that the machine would be retaliating, the tall ragdoll quickly angled his weapon down at Don, not aiming for the face but at the torso instead.
"You and I both know who always wins."
Benjamin began the forward movement that could end everything--
--and was stopped short as a flash of hot pain lanced down his right shoulder. Serration's jaws met his gaze as he jerked his head to the side, metal teeth embedded in his shoulder and part of his torso. His steak knife trembled a mere inch or so from Don's person.
"NO!"
Yet still he moved, almost desperately and with a grunt of pained effort, to drive the sharp tip of his steak knife down at the wounded doll.
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Post by ♫ e s h e ♪ on Apr 7, 2011 19:29:31 GMT -8
The frayed second between the rise of Benjamin's arms and the descent of his blade seemed to last an eternity.
His masterpiece had been shattered; his dominant position in the situation, and his dread was only too obvious in his pupils (which had shrunk to barely visible pinpoints). The sudden and jarring halt of the blade before it struck its target was only more surreal, and Don's gaze snapped to Serration. The machine had saved his life. Gaping for only a moment, Don began to quickly shift himself out from beneath the shadow cast by the balefully glinting blade. He only got so far before Benjamin pried his locked stance into one of motion, and the blade bit a rather nasty rip in his side. Don pulled himself away with a curse, wincing at the pain that rattled through his system.
Struggling to rise to his feet, Don wobbled a little before steadying himself and casting Ben something halfway between a grin and a pained grimace. "Y-yeah... i know who wins. The guy with the big machine on his side." He attempted to force a laugh. "Asshole."
"Serration, i want you to hurt him."
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Post by Shooku on Apr 8, 2011 18:42:07 GMT -8
Feeling fabric catch in the barbs of his beak, the machine clamped his jaws down and abruptly jerked his head, much like a dog would in a game of tug-of-war. Only Serration wasn't play-fighting over some toy - he was attempting to separate Ben's arm from his body. A metallic snarling tore itself from the serpent's burlap throat, though it was faintly muffled by the intruder's limb in his mouth. ".... hurt him." Confusion trickled into the wires of his mind. Hurt? Why would Don suddenly change his orders from 'kill' to 'hurt'? Ah, well, it didn't matter. It was basically the same thing, anyway. But he would be needing his claws. And they were currently gripping a dead-weight. Pulling his claws away from 99's unconscious form - and ignoring the uncomfortable-sounding thud that followed - the Clocktower's guard raised his head, planning to lift Benjamin off the ground (and away from his injured coworker).
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Post by ‹ kˆ†eworth › on Apr 11, 2011 9:17:46 GMT -8
< 226 Benjamin - to persecute us >
NO!
The royally-colored ragdoll gritted his nonexistent teeth in barely-contained rage - that, and to avoid screaming the pain aloud and losing whatever dignity he had left. Even so the pressure on his shoulder and the oil trails coursing from where Serration's teeth were dug forced him to emit a strained hiss, which he threw in Don's direction as well as a furious kick as the other scrambled to get out of the way. He glared venomous daggers at his enemy and target - the situation had been right under his blade and it was just as quickly ripped out of his grasp! It wasn't fair!
Benjamin's focus slid away from Don easily, though. There was something more important to focus on now.
As the machine lifted him away from the wounded doll, Benjamin grunted with the pain and, though it hurt like hell, grabbed at the oily teeth with that hand.
"Let me go, damn you!"
He absolutely refused to drop his weapon, though his instincts screamed at him to try and use both hands to pry himself free from the metal jaws. With a desperate effort he passed most of the knife to the unwounded arm and swung it sideways and around himself, hoping to make contact with some part of the mechanical worm - he knew, however, that if he managed to harass Serration at all it wouldn't be progressively. It was difficult to wield a large steak knife with one hand, and already it was hard to keep ahold of.
Maybe, just maybe, it might be enough to buy some time or distraction..
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Post by ♫ e s h e ♪ on Apr 13, 2011 17:24:44 GMT -8
Don's optics hardened, the lenses cold and locked like solid ice: the kind that strangled life from the earth each winter. He could feel the steady, disquieting throb in his arm and side that whispered oil. He winced as he rotated his injured arm back, exchanging a blade for a fist, which he clenched in building rage. Benjamin had almost killed him; almost stolen away the life that was precious to him. Don wanted to cut deep rivets in the other's sanity; he would grace the other with pain and agony and suffering as skillfully as a sharp-eyed predator. Yes, he'd changed his order because he wanted to grant Benjamin that delicious ending blow with his own blade.
The sickening thud of 99's limp form hitting the earth caught Don's darkened gaze. He paused, biting his lower lip before he took a quick step forward, grabbing one of her arms and dragging her back and away from the lingering, ripping sound of Benjamin's fabric. She'd been irritating. She had stepped out of line. However... Don figured if he presented Normand with a new recruit himself, he would be much better rewarded than the alternative.... killing 99 himself.
Dropping her arm unceremoniously, Don glanced past 99's fallen form and back toward the sound of teeth knitting dangerously through polyester. Pupils still narrowed in raven slits, he began to saunter closer, raising his blade, prepared to strike at Benjamin should the other break loose; hissing a few words from between stormcloud-colored lips. "You've dug your own grave, Benjamin!"
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