@Leidenschaft Sorry mate, I've been crazy busy lately. I'll do my best to write up a reply in the next day or so but if I take too long and you're comfortable with it feel free to CC Joel temporarily. I don't want to hold you or the RP up, but I definitely don't want to drop out either. :D
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Just waiting for a Joel-post before the firefight starts. Might make the escape from Mancini's place a collab. I don't expect them to leave unscathed, either.
Should hopefully be one tomorrow. Sorry for the absence, been busy moving. Joel foolishly left his mask at home, so hopefully he doesn't take any rounds to the face. xD His AK (or any rifle really) might have come in handy too.
Reno doesn't have anywhere near the same level of security that New Vegas does due to the Securitron's and such and the town is obviously a very volatile, dangerous place where a lot of people have enemies so I don't see willingly disarming that often being the norm. Maybe a handgun/sidearm only policy? That might be a nice compromise, I think certain illegal establishments in conflict zones in real life have that policy too, so it's not too unrealistic. At least if some brothel in Kabul I remember reading about is anything to go by... Though that was a long time ago. T'was quite possibly in a work of fiction... Still, it works.
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I was under the impression her tongue was cut out or she's too banged up to really coherently, but I'll take your word for it. Where'd Joel get his knife from? I thought they were disarmed at the entrance of the casino, or are we not doing this in the RP?
They're at Mancini's apartment complex, not a casino. Unless I missed something and Mancini's apartment is in a casino of course. As for the crappy security, I don't know. Kingfisher said something about him laying off his heavy security in order to better keep secret who he was holding. Maybe the people he kept simply sucked compared to those he fired? Or perhaps a drug addled mind or an ego that made Mancini think himself beyond killing? Or maybe he was just slipping in a time of desperation. He was definitely not in his best state.
Joel is pretty good at sneaking but he's a small man. It'd be pretty difficult for him to hide the average sized pistol or kukri on him. He wears most of his weapons openly anyway, the only ones that probably wouldn't be seen are his karambits since they're on the back of his belt in a sheathe like this.
A reasonable man might have waited to find out why the lieutenant of one of the most powerful people in the city was holding that persons sister. Joel is apparently not reasonable.
At the man’s comment of cutting the girls tongue out Joel’s hand went immediately to his kukri handle. He saw himself pulling it from behind his back, leaping fourth and taking the man's head off with one powerful swing before he even started the process. Fortunately for the piece of human garbage Redding stepped in front of him, quietly urging caution and reminding him of who exactly they were dealing with and of the possible, probably even probable repercussions of killing the man. Joel wanted to end him so badly, the rage and adrenaline had given him the shakes. He’d already made the decision to end his life but now he’d been given reasonable, rational pause.
He could handle anything the crime families threw at him personally, he could probably even kill a good number of the higher ups, quite possibly setting the Lazzari family on the course of inevitable ruin. If he teamed up with the Torres family trying to off him would be one of the biggest mistakes they ever made. Then again the families didn’t play nice or fair, how long would it be until they went after his family? At best they would kill them. At worst… He didn’t even want to allow his mind to go to at worse. He let go of his blade, his teeth clenched. This asshole would get dead one way or another, he’d just have to be smarter about it.
He spent the next minute or two doing his best to keep himself in check, trying to quietly still or at least stall his rage. He almost succeeded in getting out of there, quietly following his new employer like a reprimanded attack dog. That was until Redding stopped going for the door, turning back around and becoming the aggressor in their little meeting, that perked Joel up some. He knew in his drugged up state Mancini was probably going to respond irrationally to Redding’s questions. He welcomed it. He could probably even sell self-defense to Donna if this got violent. Especially if Redding was on board. The drugged up piece of shit invited them there and tried to get Redding to buy flawed merchandise. When he refused the drug addled, pride fueled mob boss became enraged… Tried to kill them. Nothing they could do but slice him up.
Joel smirked, taking a few more steps back into the apartment, his hand going back to the handle of his kukri. Much to his surprise Mancini submitted, even agreeing to take the bag off the girl's head. As he took slow steps towards that goal Joel too stepped forward. He wanted to get a clear look at this woman's face. Mancini pulled the grubby old sack off of the woman’s head, revealing Darlia Lazzari underneath. Joel’s smirk was replaced by a look of shock, but in seconds even that vanished. He sped forward, closing the distance between himself and Manzini in maybe three steps and drawing his kukri out of its sheathe simultaneously. The last thing he saw before plunging the blade into the mobsters chest was the look of shock on his face. Taking his left hand off the blade he covered the man's mouth as he fell to his knees, leaning in close and slowly pulling the blade out of his chest.
“You have no idea how much I wanted to do this… Even still, you should be thankful. This is euthanasia compared to what Mrs Lazzari would have done to you.”
With that he let go of the man's mouth, spinning quickly and lopping his head off with one swift move. With a sigh of relief he turned to face Redding.
“Looks like this visit wasn’t a waste of time. Good call with the sack, we should bring her back to her sister… Once we clear a way out of this place anyway.”
He could handle anything the crime families threw at him personally, he could probably even kill a good number of the higher ups, quite possibly setting the Lazzari family on the course of inevitable ruin. If he teamed up with the Torres family trying to off him would be one of the biggest mistakes they ever made. Then again the families didn’t play nice or fair, how long would it be until they went after his family? At best they would kill them. At worst… He didn’t even want to allow his mind to go to at worse. He let go of his blade, his teeth clenched. This asshole would get dead one way or another, he’d just have to be smarter about it.
He spent the next minute or two doing his best to keep himself in check, trying to quietly still or at least stall his rage. He almost succeeded in getting out of there, quietly following his new employer like a reprimanded attack dog. That was until Redding stopped going for the door, turning back around and becoming the aggressor in their little meeting, that perked Joel up some. He knew in his drugged up state Mancini was probably going to respond irrationally to Redding’s questions. He welcomed it. He could probably even sell self-defense to Donna if this got violent. Especially if Redding was on board. The drugged up piece of shit invited them there and tried to get Redding to buy flawed merchandise. When he refused the drug addled, pride fueled mob boss became enraged… Tried to kill them. Nothing they could do but slice him up.
Joel smirked, taking a few more steps back into the apartment, his hand going back to the handle of his kukri. Much to his surprise Mancini submitted, even agreeing to take the bag off the girl's head. As he took slow steps towards that goal Joel too stepped forward. He wanted to get a clear look at this woman's face. Mancini pulled the grubby old sack off of the woman’s head, revealing Darlia Lazzari underneath. Joel’s smirk was replaced by a look of shock, but in seconds even that vanished. He sped forward, closing the distance between himself and Manzini in maybe three steps and drawing his kukri out of its sheathe simultaneously. The last thing he saw before plunging the blade into the mobsters chest was the look of shock on his face. Taking his left hand off the blade he covered the man's mouth as he fell to his knees, leaning in close and slowly pulling the blade out of his chest.
“You have no idea how much I wanted to do this… Even still, you should be thankful. This is euthanasia compared to what Mrs Lazzari would have done to you.”
With that he let go of the man's mouth, spinning quickly and lopping his head off with one swift move. With a sigh of relief he turned to face Redding.
“Looks like this visit wasn’t a waste of time. Good call with the sack, we should bring her back to her sister… Once we clear a way out of this place anyway.”
Oh, man. Even Redding has his limits. Currently trying to figure out whether he'd blast Mancini where he stood or keep his cool. Gonna let everyone else get a post in before Redding reacts.
If Redding doesn't kill him Joel definitely will at this point. He's past breaking point. I too will let others post first though. :D
Joel gave the guard a blank look before pushing past him and following Redding into the apartment. He immediately regretted coming on the job as he took in the sight before him and knew almost instantly that the chance of him leaving without using his kukri to cut off Mancini’s head had become miniscule. As the drug addled piece of shit offered to sell the person on the floor to Redding it took every fiber of his being not to draw his Glock and blow a hole in the man's head. He looked to Redding, trying to gauge his reaction mostly but also trying to figure out whether he would have to open him up as well if he went after Mancini. Thankfully they both seemed to share the same look of thinly veiled revulsion. Redding’s was also a look of caution however, or rather on urging caution. Or maybe calm, probably both. Either way the intended message was rather clear.
The former soldier looked back to the figure on the floor, his temper dangerously close to boiling point. She was dirty and had probably been beaten, maybe worse knowing Mancini. He looked back to the dead man walking, his eyes boring into him, filled with hate and anger. He just about managed to contain himself, albeit temporarily. He would see where this conversation went but he could feel it. He was one shitty remark away from painting the room red. Or maybe he would keep his cool and just come back later to off the prick without witnesses. Of course Redding would connect the dots easily and word would likely spread. Still, right now it felt like it would be worth it and it was very nearly a decision removed from clearheaded choice, soon hate, killer instinct and reflexes would take over.
The former soldier looked back to the figure on the floor, his temper dangerously close to boiling point. She was dirty and had probably been beaten, maybe worse knowing Mancini. He looked back to the dead man walking, his eyes boring into him, filled with hate and anger. He just about managed to contain himself, albeit temporarily. He would see where this conversation went but he could feel it. He was one shitty remark away from painting the room red. Or maybe he would keep his cool and just come back later to off the prick without witnesses. Of course Redding would connect the dots easily and word would likely spread. Still, right now it felt like it would be worth it and it was very nearly a decision removed from clearheaded choice, soon hate, killer instinct and reflexes would take over.
You funny penguins.
@KingsleeSpeaking of collabs, maybe Joel and Redding hash out the specifics of their deal together and have some polite conversation while they go to Mancini's place.
Sounds good to me. Send me a PM when you're ready. :)
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