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STATUS: Why join an rp or make an rp if you're NOT GOING TO POST?! Why waste everyones time? 9 yrs ago
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Rafael
Rafael hadn't expected to just wipe the floor with the robots like they had the linebackers. But when the robot went airborne he couldn't help but laugh. It shot at him, which was blocked by a shift of the shield arm the hissed and popped under the heat. When it tried to strike him however he leaned away and grabbed its foot with his whip-like hand. When one was in the air, without thrusters, you couldn't dodge or go anywhere. You're at your opponents mercy at that point.
Unluckily for the robot, Rafael had no mercy. With the vice-like grip on its leg Rafael started slamming the robot repeatedly into the ground. Actually making the stone floor to crack with each blow as the armored plating of the robot dented and cracked. Shifting a bit he drove the robots back against the corner of the 'shed' he had first went into. Making the metallic beings back bend in the wrong direction. The shield arm reverted to normal briefly during all this pummeling before turning into a wicked looking blade.
A flip of his wrist his transformed arm lashed out and cleaved the robots legs off. When it landed the blade was there cutting off one of the arms, leaving the robot with a single arm. Even with the boosts from the other dead bots it probably wouldn't have the speed to avoid that last limb being removed. A kick and the wiggling torso and head were moved out of sight as the mutant turned his attention to the group. He got to see Mable fly into the wall from a kick of the last functional robot. "Ah hell..." He muttered before moving in to help with the final one.
Bigby huffed a bit when Jack didn't respond. Well the windows should be bullet proof like most stores and bars so it'll take a lot of force to actually bust them open. But they were windows and whatever was going on could see into the bar. Still he unplugged the machines so their lights died. He went across the room and did the same thing to the two pinball games before shoving them up against the closest windows. If something managed to break the glass they'd get bogged down by the heavy metal contraptions, probably long enough for Jack to do his thing or run.
Well he did what he could for now and everyone was heading out now. People got no patience... He thought while untying his weapon from his belt. Before leaving the building he snagged two green herbs and one red herb. When he got to the door he glanced back, the only people left that he could see were Jack and a blond woman. "Come on miss, Jack's a man of his word so best get armed with something. Won't hurt to be in a group either." He called towards Sarah.
The group moved along at an odd pace. Bigby himself was just walking normally, his eyes scanning the lit road for any signs of movement. He didn't see a point to 'stealth moving' when there wasn't even anything around. Granted the way he walked made his footsteps nearly silent, but he wasn't destroying his back keeping low to the ground and roadie running to another set of vehicles. The smell of burning wreckage reached them as they neared the street he came in on. When they got there it was revealed that a tanker truck, probably full of fuel given the flames, had crashed.
"Lot can change in a few minutes..." He muttered, he had literally just been here. Shaking his head he eyed the twitching bodies on the ground. It was rare for so many bodies suffering different amounts of damage to be twitching like that. Honestly he was tempted to smash in the skulls while they were laying there. Something wasn't right and it was just unsettling. But it'd be stupid to split up this early so he followed Will to the alleyway. Completely ignoring the embers and sparks that landed on him. Just another day at the forge to him.
Will went about moving garbage cans out of the way. Given that Bigby seemed to be the only one armed he kept his eyes peeled and his ears open. His grip tightened on the handle of his wood and metal mace briefly before he relaxed a bit. Once they got to some crates he eyed them. "Should leave em there and just go over...I saw one of these things and it was stupidly slow. Probably fall right into these things..." He said quietly to the group before climbing over the crates.
The others either climbed over like him or they moved at least one of the crates. But they were moving once again until an out of sequence noise popped up. Bigby stopped and looked around, it didn't sound human. The footsteps were to many and to synchronized and far to...quiet or light? Well whatever it was it was revealed when it lunged in and knocked Will to the ground. It was a rabid looking doberman pinscher. "Dammit I hate hurting dogs..." He muttered before running up and kicked the canine in the ribs. Sending it tumbling end over end down the remainder of the alleyway. He had heard a snap, probably a rib breaking from the steel in his boots.
Well he did what he could for now and everyone was heading out now. People got no patience... He thought while untying his weapon from his belt. Before leaving the building he snagged two green herbs and one red herb. When he got to the door he glanced back, the only people left that he could see were Jack and a blond woman. "Come on miss, Jack's a man of his word so best get armed with something. Won't hurt to be in a group either." He called towards Sarah.
The group moved along at an odd pace. Bigby himself was just walking normally, his eyes scanning the lit road for any signs of movement. He didn't see a point to 'stealth moving' when there wasn't even anything around. Granted the way he walked made his footsteps nearly silent, but he wasn't destroying his back keeping low to the ground and roadie running to another set of vehicles. The smell of burning wreckage reached them as they neared the street he came in on. When they got there it was revealed that a tanker truck, probably full of fuel given the flames, had crashed.
"Lot can change in a few minutes..." He muttered, he had literally just been here. Shaking his head he eyed the twitching bodies on the ground. It was rare for so many bodies suffering different amounts of damage to be twitching like that. Honestly he was tempted to smash in the skulls while they were laying there. Something wasn't right and it was just unsettling. But it'd be stupid to split up this early so he followed Will to the alleyway. Completely ignoring the embers and sparks that landed on him. Just another day at the forge to him.
Will went about moving garbage cans out of the way. Given that Bigby seemed to be the only one armed he kept his eyes peeled and his ears open. His grip tightened on the handle of his wood and metal mace briefly before he relaxed a bit. Once they got to some crates he eyed them. "Should leave em there and just go over...I saw one of these things and it was stupidly slow. Probably fall right into these things..." He said quietly to the group before climbing over the crates.
The others either climbed over like him or they moved at least one of the crates. But they were moving once again until an out of sequence noise popped up. Bigby stopped and looked around, it didn't sound human. The footsteps were to many and to synchronized and far to...quiet or light? Well whatever it was it was revealed when it lunged in and knocked Will to the ground. It was a rabid looking doberman pinscher. "Dammit I hate hurting dogs..." He muttered before running up and kicked the canine in the ribs. Sending it tumbling end over end down the remainder of the alleyway. He had heard a snap, probably a rib breaking from the steel in his boots.
Kinda wondering how tall them crates are...
So are we continuin this? :p Is been a couple days now o3o (I am stupidly impatient XD )
Funn thing...you'd be surprised at how many people have guns in their cars :p Wouldn't hurt to smash a few windows if someone doesn't have a slimjim. (Tool that slips between window and rubber seal to open locked cars without keys)
@Dark Lugia
I don't care either way. Already been waiting a while so waiting a bit more won't kill me...maybe.
As for sanctuaries...well I'd like to make a sanctuary defended XD Jack's bar has some big windows low to the ground and he's but one slow old man with a slow loaded weapon :p
I don't care either way. Already been waiting a while so waiting a bit more won't kill me...maybe.
As for sanctuaries...well I'd like to make a sanctuary defended XD Jack's bar has some big windows low to the ground and he's but one slow old man with a slow loaded weapon :p
Kaze eyed the weapons while Cora showed them off and even showed what ones ability was. "They're to small." He stated. The rule of a good sword was at least as long as your own leg. Shortswords had never actually existed. He lifted one of the blades up before shaking his head. "Also far to light..." He murmured before setting it back down. He'd test the durability but he didn't want to break someone elses weapon. Feuds were started over stuff like that back on his home world.
Looking from the weapons back to Cora he just shrugged. "I'll pick something up from home at a later date. I guess we'll move onto whatever objective you have in mind while these three bicker." He growled out while giving the two pathfinders and mercenary a casual, and yet disappointed, glance. These were the people exploring and fighting off the natives to make new homes? These were the people who defeated the kett? They acted like children. Which means the kett really weren't that big of a threat to begin with.
Looking from the weapons back to Cora he just shrugged. "I'll pick something up from home at a later date. I guess we'll move onto whatever objective you have in mind while these three bicker." He growled out while giving the two pathfinders and mercenary a casual, and yet disappointed, glance. These were the people exploring and fighting off the natives to make new homes? These were the people who defeated the kett? They acted like children. Which means the kett really weren't that big of a threat to begin with.
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