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The City of Masks (Watchmen-inspired RP)

@Xandrya

Donny nodded, and followed several good paces behind her. Usually at this point, the bad guy would start rattling off his brilliant plan. Instead, the killer gave short and specific orders to Lily, one step at a time as they went.

"Yuh think yuh can give me thah slip bah reachin' the bottom first an' dartin' intah an alley? Do yahself a favah an' don't think no thoughts of thah like. They'll getchah kill't, missus."

If Lily climbed down the ladder, Donny would follow suit a safe distance above her, continually staring down at the heroine. He wasn't aiming, but he'd probably be able to point it at her faster than she could jump up to grab at his feet or sprint away.

Once on the ground, if all went as planned, Donny would lead Lily to his van and tell her to open the back doors.

"Ayuh, and now turn yuh back an' close yuh eyes fah twenty seconds. I need tuh load somethin' that ain' fah yuh eyes tah be seein'. Yuh might speak 'bout mah lil' secret weapon when yuh free, if yuh see it."

The City of Masks (Watchmen-inspired RP)

@Xandrya

It was gold. Pure gold. Donny stood there, his ever present slight smirk persisting, but his eyes blank. As if he was having trouble processing that he had actually just lost a hostage. It was the look of a man whose house had just been knocked down by a twenty ton pink dildo.


(Donny's expression as portrayed by a sad clown)

But, he was still Donny by God, and as sharp as a razor. He pointed his gun at Lily when she stepped forwards. He kicked the cuffs back over.

"Ayuh, shah. But thah's only one way off this roof, an' Ah ain' climbin' down fahst or with yuh havin' yuh hands free. Unless yuh wunnah try an' land like a cat, ah'course."

As expected, he didn't mess around with any notions of partnership with a stranger. Lily would have a better chance of convincing a cow to tap dance than of lowering the hitman's guard. The only safe thing to assume was that he would and could take and abuse all possible advantages. Somali pirates, Libyan extremists, Ugandan warlords. They are all utterly ruthless and practical, as was Donny. If given even the slightest opportunity, he'd probably kill off every hero and villain in the city for a chance of getting an advance on his pay, or perhaps just for kicks, and he'd do it without any ceremony or fanciness. He wasn't a fun person to be around.

The City of Masks (Watchmen-inspired RP)

@fluorescent

I'm a freestyler, so I improvise and consider any situation malleable and set to change depending on the actions of others. My apologies if I mistepped and interrupting actions isn't a thing here. Like I said, I'm more than happy to go with the flow or plan if asked to.

The City of Masks (Watchmen-inspired RP)

@fluorescent

That's fine, if you want we can work out a way for Graffiti to escape. Donny's such a dirty fighter (fighter being a very, very loose term) that I'm perfectly fine with retcons to keep everyone playing and having fun. Otherwise it'd be nothing but a shitty game of seeing who can sneak up on who first.

The City of Masks (Watchmen-inspired RP)

@fluorescent@Xandrya

*BLAMM*

The revolver went off the moment Graffiti finished saying the word "fucking". Had the killer aimed for the spray can above her head? No, far too obvious and a waste of ammunition. His gun flicked two inches to the side in an instant, there being practically no time to register the untelegraphed adjustment before Graffiti's lower jaw and neck were, if Donny had his way, pulped by a bullet big enough to provide a dentist with enough filling to correct a polar bear's tooth cavity. She might even be decapitated, considering how smaller caliber M16 rifles severed enemy arms in Nam.

Donny's expression and body language scarcely changed as he fired. If anything, a faint look of tolerant curiosity crossed his features, as if he were actually interested enough to let the heroine finish her sentence. To escape death, Graffiti would need to somehow know the exact moment that Donny was going to fire, or know that he was going to fire in the first place. Many experienced aimdodgers and bullet timers had met their match in Donny, for as much effort as they expendef in avoiding gunfire, Donny trained just as much to be able to hit them. The same with Lily, who would likely be acting in vain if she tried to push her companion out of the way or the like. She'd leave herself open by doing so. It would be harder than guessing which mole was going to pop out of the hole in that arcade game with the foam bat. Such was being on the wrong end of a gun.

But unless Lily tried something too, Donny wouldn't shoot her, though he'd have no problem trying, for Graffiti's surprise wouldn't at all make the killer miss something that Lily did.

The City of Masks (Watchmen-inspired RP)

@Xandrya@fluorescent@BCTheEntity

Donny's eyebrows furrowed into a good natured shrug of acceptance, like that of a man who had just placed a bandaid on the scraped knee of a child. He simultaneously leveled his revolver between the two women and removed a set of handcuffs from his coat pocket. He shook the steel cuffs encouragingly as he spoke. His plan was obvious. He had attracted attention on purpose to gain more hostages.

"If yuh think yuh can pull any tricks or geddouta this, yuh mistaken. Ah'll shoot yuh both dead befah yuh can take a step. Which Ah'll do, if yuh so much as twitch. Remove \all\ yuh clothes, slow like warm molasses, all yuh weapons too, so Ah know yuh ain' got anuh sahprises. Then bind yuh left wrists with thuh cuffs, nice an' tight. No Houdini shit, missies. I know loose cuffs atta glance, an' all the ol' escapin' tips. Them cuffs can't be picked with no skelly key or bobby pin, ayuh. Yuh gonna sit down when yuh chained togethah, an' stay that way, nah fussin' or complainin' or Ah'll blow yuh feet off an' hobble yuh instead. I won't hurt yuh none if yuh play sweet. Red Clah may not have anuh near an' dear, but we'll see if he changes his mind when hostages ah involved."

Everything in the hitman's posture and tone resounded with fundamental truths. This one couldn't be fooled like a Saturday morning G.I Joe villain. If he saw one thing out of line, he'd probably shoot them both like dogs and move onto a different strategy without missing a beat. Someone must have paid him to go after Red Claw.

He'd toss the cuffs before the women.

The City of Masks (Watchmen-inspired RP)

@Xandrya

Do whatever you want!

The City of Masks (Watchmen-inspired RP)

@fluorescent@Xandrya

Donny brought his gun into view, hefting it up to rest atop his right shoulder. Definitely a hand cannon, but he was no longer pointing it at her.



His left hand was back relaxing in his coat pocket though, no doubt within the reach of many nasty things. As he talked, he began walking in wide, slow circles around the girl. The gunshot was going to draw attention, but whether or not some hero tried to climb or grapple onto the roof, Donny wanted it to be a crapshoot for them. Oddly though, he seemed not the slightest bit concerned about an ambush.

"Yah owe him nawthin'. Yah owe me nawthin' either, but least Ah don't harass yah on sight. So missus, I'd like tuh know if Mistuh Red Clah has any close friends. A lady, puhhaps? Whadda 'baowt thah one I saw back theyah? Does he care fuh her?"

The City of Masks (Watchmen-inspired RP)

@Xandrya

The rooftop gunfire'll probably draw attention and get some action rolling.

The City of Masks (Watchmen-inspired RP)

@fluorescent

It was louder than thunder by far. Anybody unacquainted with bombs would have briefly thought it was one, despite it being a gunshot. Donny's body smoothly shifted clockwise right as Grafitti jumped up, and a section of the front of his coat the size of a baseball was blown out of existence by a .460 buffalo bore round. His right elbow was obscured by his turning body, the revolver having been pulled up alongside the bulletproof vest and fired flatly across it so that no distinctive bumps would have forewarned Grafitti that Donny had either drawn a gun or aimed it.

His right hand never left the grip of his Magnum through the hole in his coat pocket. When your gun is as big as Donny's, it helped in quickdraws to have a paw already on it at all times. The gangster's expression didn't change one bit. He still didn't blink.

But his cigarette was not lit. He wasn't intending to kill anyone, for the time being, not that he wasn't flexible about that habit.

Instead of trying to shoot Grafitti, he'd aim to obliterate her pistol before she could draw and aim it. If his shot was true, and it often was, her firearm would burst apart into lego-like shrapnel. It'd be a horror show if one of those Magnum rounds hit a human being, even one with military grade body armor.

Donny would continue to steadily watch Grafitti after firing in case anything sudden occurred. This one took no chances. The only way to ensure one's survival in a potential gunfight was to not get aimed at in the first place.

"Sorrah 'bout that. Ah'll buy yah a newwun. Anahways, les' talk abaowt yah chum Red Claw."