Corsair

Refuge of the Forgotten

You froze my weapon and teleported another character into the air, both times without giving either of us a chance to evade, resist, dodge, or whatever.

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You did it first, chuckles. Twice.

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Victoria stared at him. "You just did that." She apparently calmly set her rifle down on a table. "That was my mother's. Her father's before her." She smiled at him, a smile bereft of any warmth. "You're an imbecile. I met you five minutes ago. In that time you randomly attacked Ephraim, scared the shit out of another kid, and, oh yeah, you damaged my weapon." In a single blindingly fast movement she quickdrew her pistol and put a bullet in his foot, then leveled her weapon at his forehead. "You're quickly proving yourself to be a liability."

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"That made more sense in my head." She thought to herself as she unslung her Mosin-Nagant and took aim. "Alright, I've got the asshole sighted. Anyone got a way to catch the other kid if Ice Prick drops him after I shoot him?"

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Victoria turned her head to look at Adrian. "I dunno. A tac nuke would be nice, but it's awfully hard to get one. I could call my Mom, see if her contacts in Mossad can get us one, but I don't expect a lot of luck. Motherland's pretty tightfisted, y'know." Did I just make a racist joke on accident? She blew past it. "But we could probably go to some third-world hellhole and steal some old Soviet tech from them. I wonder if Ares has ever dealt with a T-62 or a MiG."

She saw the Ice Asshole raise the other kid into the air and before he had even finished the movement had her Colt in hand, putting a shot into the ground at his feet. "Hey, Ice Fucker, put the kid down or the next shot goes into your lap."

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"Would you stop trying to be intimidating, kid? You look like you're going to run home crying and post on tumblr about how we were all mean to you. Put the damn ice away, you melodramatic skidmark, it's Invisible Kid."

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"I may not agree with Ephraim's methods, but these kids do need to learn how to handle weapons. We've got kids here whose powers are limited to being able to breathe underwater and talk to birds." She grabbed her duffel and set it on a table, reaching inside to pull out a box of rounds to slide into her stripper clips. "And if you want to make a point, make it with words. We've all got enough problems without trying to kill each other." Tempting as it sounded at times, she thought to herself. "Hell's bells, we have the kings of three Pantheons coming to slaughter us. If you want to argue, maybe argue about ways to make it less likely we all die."

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"...Damn. As usual, thwarted by lawyers." She thumped her fist into her open palm. "That reminds me, we need to see if it's possible to file a restraining order against the Gods. At any rate, we can still see about purchasing some guns and ammo. I know a guy who knows a guy."

She looked at the guy throwing shards of ice around, then looked over at Ephraim. "Huh. Good job, you made me look polite by comparison."

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"You have a point." She said in a dejected tone, only to perk up a moment later. "Hey, I got an idea - we could see if one of them will let us -rent- an Apache!"

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"Well, I don't know if they ever will." She tilted her head towards Nycteris and Ephraim. "But I'll certainly ask for it. How much money are we talking? If we have enough we might be able to forgo contacting some gun smugglers and just go straight to hiring a bunch of PMCs. Getting a couple mercenary attack choppers on our side would certainly upset the balance of this war."