Sorcha Mirawien: :;still holding that bottle in long tapered fingers she emerged out of the shadows just a few steps behind Storm. Sauntering lazily behind him as she looked around the marketplace and glowered at a few of the so called street actors that got to close.:: Lord Brutin: How long does each dose last" AnneBonny: Brandon's serum, you mean" AnneBonny: Or my blood, or the sleeping drugs" We Lord Brutin: Indeed AnneBonny: are talking of so many things... Lord Brutin: The mind conrol Virtuoso of Pain: ::*CRASH*, the door collided with the wall, portal hinges screaming in a metalic screech of protest as the juggernaut mad his presence known with the boisterous appearance, impressions made in the wood there.:: (vs) We just follow our nose, and the scent of sleen droppings, as always. ::He entoned as he saw his guardian step from the shadows at his left.:: Lord Brutin: Forgive me, I have been overpowered by my greed AnneBonny: Brandon's serum lasts until death. ::a chuckle:: I'm joking. It kills whoever takes it. Mokksha: :::giggles to herself at the song's close:: and then he ate them all up and went to bed Virtuoso of Pain: made* AnneBonny: Rather swiftly. MaryRead: ::As they speak she listens closely but her eyes and senses roam the area.:: AnneBonny: That's why it's still in the Lab, and he's refining it. But I thought you'd be interested, when he makes a non-lethal version. Verishia Duket: ::stands up and unties her cloak:: HX-909-A: Hex's head swiveled over to Brutin and his guests, observing, then eyes snap around to find the source of the crash. AnneBonny: ::slides a handheld data reader across the table towards it:: This is all the information on the serum so far. Experimental results, chemical composition, telepathic linking frequencies. Lord Brutin: But is it ready for use and non lethal right now" AnneBonny: Feel free to send it to your labs. I'm sure they'll be intrigued. This is really revolutionary, what he's doing with nano-suggestion. Sorcha Mirawien: ::tucking the bottle away into a pocket of shadows, as she suspected this was not going to be a polite or friendly visit and just brushed back the flowing chocolate brown locks from her pale features, yet said not a word.:: Ammy Spiritor: Ammy's ears perk forward but just restrains herself and listens on her stool in the shadow of hex. Virtuoso of Pain: We donnae smell ye Cousin, Sorcha. ::A swift assessment of the nemesis' surrondings had, awarness spawned of sightless sockets evident as he made note of those therein. His hand strayed to the modified Gorean Kurt at his belt as he rose to his full height of eight feet just beyond the frame of the door.:: AnneBonny: ::holds hands up; patience:: He just needs a little more time. Brandon had never had a technical problem he couldn't solve. We should have a working dose by....next week" Verishia Duket: What do you want...Moron Verishia Duket: ::looks over her shoulder and smiles: Mokksha: :::from a pharmacologically caused haze she makes a decision::: deep fried bat wings!! i need to get me some.....I'm off to find munchies :: as she nearly slithers out of the marketplace:: Lord Brutin: Then let me give you a scenario AnneBonny: Please do. Lord Brutin: I need a drug to help move large bodies of people, quickly, effeciently and affordiably Lord Brutin: How do I do that AnneBonny: Simplest way would be a gas. Sorcha Mirawien: (vs) She's been dealing with matters at home Storm. So tis nae likely ye will find Fiona here this night. ::stormy blue-green eyes swept over the place and a brow arched slightly as her hands moved to rest on the belts riding her hips with a light tapping of long black nails.:: Lord Brutin: This will be administered outside and in a field set up, namely a war camp AnneBonny: Tell me. Are all these bodies of mortal, human people" Lord Brutin: Yes Lord Brutin: Nothing special about them Lord Brutin: Except their value Lord Brutin: They must be safe and unharmed by the drug AnneBonny: Then that's easy. Dart-guns loaded with sedatives. I have a nice tranquilizer that will put someone out in ten seconds, they fall over with a smile on their face. AnneBonny: There will be a needle bruise. It'll heal quick. Virtuoso of Pain: Mmm. ::He deigned no response to that which was spoken. Beneath him many were, and the grand Virtuoso made no break in his stoic mien to indicate he'd heard the other woman at all. Sorcha had his focus, the majority, whilst Brutin the latter half.:: Such is a shame. Lord Brutin: How long will they be out" AnneBonny: Four hours, give or take ten minutes. Verishia Duket: ::waits patiently:: AnneBonny: After that I suggest moving them into a container vehicle, filled with gas that will keep them nicely out" Lord Brutin: And how many times can it be readministered without side effects" MaryRead: ::Her eyes found there way to Sorcha and Virtusos but did not linger for too long:: HX-909-A: Hex watched the two newcomers intently, watching as they ignored Verishia. The machine would not admonish her for her direct approach, that too had it's uses. Hex complimented her temper with it's patience. MaryRead: Virtuoso* AnneBonny: After putting them out with the sedative dart, switch them to the gas - it's safer. Sorcha Mirawien: ::a brow arched slightly at Storm's reply and then a faint smirk touched her full lips behind the veil of shadow tainted silk that covered her lower features in a translucent masking.:: (vs) Sounds like ye have a "thing" for my cousin Storm. Ammy Spiritor: Finds herself enraptured with the pharmacology information being traded and continues to listen. Lord Brutin: How easy is this gas to transport" AnneBonny: Easy as cake. Comes in canisters with a two-minute release. Lord Brutin: Remember I am dealing in wagon trains Lord Brutin: They are flammable" Explosive" AnneBonny: Get your sedated bodies in the cattle-cars, seal up the vents, throw in the canister, seal the doors. Two minutes later, everyone's asleep. AnneBonny: I wouldn't suggest smoking a cigarette in there. Not particularly flammable, no. Lord Brutin: How heavy' I will be transporting my horse drawn wagon Virtuoso of Pain: ::He turned his eyeless sockets, now, toward Verishia, gesturing toward the servery with the extention of his arm, Gorean Kurt now in hand.:: Paga, slut. Expediantly and with finesse. ::This spoken to Verishia. His tone commanding, broquing no argument. His heel ground the worn-smooth floor, and he turned his "gaze" to the alcoves, making not of any pleasures being inacted there.:: AnneBonny: Heavy' The canisters" No heavier than a grenade. A few pounds. Virtuoso of Pain: note* AnneBonny: That's why the cattle cars should be sealed, so it stays in and circulating. HX-909-A: Hex immediately gestured to Nadine, then to the two newcomers. Nadine: ::looks up an over at the newcomers:: Nadine: ::jumps up an goes ta Virtuoso, kneelin at his feet:: greetins master, refreshments?" Ammy Spiritor: Directs her attention to hex and verishia. AnneBonny: If you've ever seen a smoke grenade, it's like that. Except laced with rhinoceros tranquilizer. AnneBonny: It was invented for rave parties but if you increase the dose everyone goes to sleep. Lord Brutin: ::chuckles:: I have seen that animal before, that is impressive Virtuoso of Pain: We've a thing for 'er, indeed. ::He revealed the loops of metal at his hip, opposite where the Kurt lay, indicative of what he ment. His smile was sly. He turned his awarenesses, for there were many, upon Nadine with the full gravity of supernatural will imposing itself on the slave. He considered her for a moment, granting her all the assessment of an object, of chattle - she was, slave flesh.:: Virtuoso of Pain: Paga, warm. Virtuoso of Pain: Ye donnae wear the yellow. To whom do ye belong" ::His brow arched, his tone deadpanned.:: AnneBonny: The gas I'm referring to is common stuff, fairly cheap. Now if you want a neurotoxin that will freeze motor skills without impeding nerve responses" That's a delicate and complicated formula. Virtuoso of Pain: meant* Lord Brutin: Belay that Nadine, they are not to be served until they repair my door Sorcha Mirawien: ::a glance down at the girl Nadine, eyes of a stormy sea glinted for a moment but then seemed to bank down with a look over at Storm.:: Just a bottle of water for me girl. ::but her lips twitched with silent amusement.:: (vs) Ye like to live dangerously Storm. Nadine: ::jumps up an goes ta the bar, grabbin a mug an pourin it full of paga, taking it...nowhere:: HX-909-A: The situation *hopefully* defused, Hex continued to watch from the table in the corner, waiting to see what Verishia did before getting involved directly. However at Brutin's command, Hex finally stirred, the machine standing and moving over to stop five paces from the newcomers. Nadine: ::looks ta Master an then sets the mug on the bar, waitin patiently:: Lord Brutin: And therefore a bear to deal with in the field Lord Brutin: I think you may be right AnneBonny: From the same universe as the sleeping gas, there's a pill that will increase all sensory response to the point where the smell of oranges is orgasmic. Ammy Spiritor: Observes hex. AnneBonny: Sleeping gas, that's easy. Lord Brutin: So gas and trancs Lord Brutin: How many guns for the trancs could you supply me with" AnneBonny: Yes. The tranks to act fast, the gas to keep them safely sedated. Sorcha Mirawien: ::her head turned and she looked at the door which was still on it's hinges and then towards Storm with a light lift of shoulders.:: Apparently ye must of dented it when ye entered Storm. AnneBonny: How many you need" ::crooked smile:: We do import weapons. Lord Brutin: I am considering, I would have to say about 200 operational, a back up for each and then some Lord Brutin: 500 guns Lord Brutin: I would need..... Lord Brutin: one million doses of the tranc itself Lord Brutin: Those are darts, yes" Virtuoso of Pain: ::He tossed a small leather pouch of coin through the air, not lobbed in the least, but hurled at Brutin's chest. Payment, and more, for the wood and metal hinges slightly off kilter.:: Dire oak or Dire redwood would make a better addition than ye wheat sheaf of a portal there. ::The crack of the five-bladed whip came to bare as he jerked that arm toward the entrance, frowning.:: AnneBonny: We can get you 200 guns this week, the rest next. The trank - we have a few thousand darts on hand, we need to order the rest....A warning. If you want to put out a supernatural creature, or an immortal, the gas probably won't work. AnneBonny: As for the sleeping gas, we have plenty. We use it in our club, in recreational doses. Lord Brutin: And are they preloaded" Lord Brutin: ::snatches the pouch out of the air and feels it:: AnneBonny: No. But I have house slaves if that's a priority of yours. Lord Brutin: Come back when I have my door repaired Lord Brutin: Good night Virtuoso of Pain: Nae. ::He responded, stepping foward, chin lowering.:: Ammy Spiritor: sighs and just watches the behemoth act foolishly towards brutin. Virtuoso of Pain: Were are ye Tarnsman, old urt' We see a shadow of what once was. HX-909-A: Hex took another step forward to interpose itself between Storm and the remainder of the Tavern. #Your patronage is not welcome this night, please leave immediately.# Verishia Duket: ::continues to wait paitently by the table:: Lord Brutin: Come in further loudmouth and see what happens Lord Brutin: Forgive me ladies, the full moons must be up or his mother must not know he is out of bed Lord Brutin: This is terribly rude AnneBonny: ::a glance to the situation:: ...Good lord, you have your shares of fools to suffer. Virtuoso of Pain: Continue to bandy words with us, construct, and we will rewire ye into an espresso machine. ::His stoic countenance stood unchanging.:: MaryRead: ::Arches a brow as she observes the potential disturbance.:: AnneBonny: Tell you what. As a gesture of goodwill, for your help babysitting Calico, I'll have my people send you a golem. Sorcha Mirawien: ::her fingers rested lightly on that sword belt, but made no move to draw, just watched with her gaze shifting casually from one to the other and then narrowed upon the metal man.:: Lord Brutin: I need the full amount of guns and the one million doses by the middle of next week Lord Brutin: Without exceptions Lord Brutin: I will pay the rush fees Verishia Duket: ::steps closer to Hex, covering him, a smile on her face:: Ammy Spiritor: deftly works her left metal paw behind her...only a small glint of blue evident. and watches. AnneBonny: We'll work something out. ::a glance to Mary; it will be hard, but they've done harder things.:: AnneBonny: Have you ever had the pleasure of working with a golem, m'Lord" Lord Brutin: I am going on campaign so I will need them, however, if it takes a full week I can tranship to where it is needed HX-909-A: Hex didn't back down either, and intimidation was both impossible and irrelevant. #You have asked to leave by the owner of this property, will you comply"# MaryRead: ::A confident smile was given to her love and a wink.:: No problem. AnneBonny: Like a slave, but with no will. An eight-foot-tall slave made of stone with no tolerance for intruders... Lord Brutin: No I have not ::smiles:: Lord Brutin: Are they effective" Lord Brutin: Ahhh Lord Brutin: Well Hex there is nine foot when he stands up AnneBonny: ::nods firmly:: They're great to have in vestibules. I'll have the Morgan Labs make you up one. Lord Brutin: The crick in my neck will testify to that Virtuoso of Pain: Are ye ready to earn ye grotesquely large payment, Sorcha" ::There was a look to his expression that told tale of many sinister thoughts working in those many minds of his.:: Lord Brutin: Yes, absolutely Lord Brutin: I will name him....Bouncer AnneBonny: That's thoughtful. We mostly just call ours "Hey golem." Virtuoso of Pain: Then we shall see 'ow well 'e bounces. Sorcha Mirawien: ::a bland look at the pair of them and she stepped up behind Storm with a slow smile touching her lips.:: Of course milord. Lord Brutin: I am terrible sorry ladies, I cannot imagine how this idiot has lived so long, if you wish, you may leave by the back door safely AnneBonny: Oh, we're fine. One other matter. Our Corporation seems to have an excess of young Asian girls. HX-909-A: #Understood. Ammy, guard Nadine. Verishia...# Hex did not wait for the fight to start this time, it knew this 'man' was not human, and likely in some form magical. A generator was activated within Hex's frame, the anti-Thaumic barrier swelling outwards from the machine, the device designed to disrupt and divert many forms of magical energy. #You will leave, now.# And Hex advanced, scythe-blades unfolding and at the ready. Lord Brutin: Really" Lord Brutin: And I have just the answer for that Ammy Spiritor: ammy walks over to brutin and places herself between the intruders and the ladies in a protectve stance. Lord Brutin: What say you per head" AnneBonny: I know that's a problem many would kill to have. But the fact is, our distributors are a little tired of seeing beautiful geishas; they like variety. Lord Brutin: I understand Ammy Spiritor: Ammy motions for naddine to run to her quickly. Lord Brutin: I will be able to one for one trade within the month but until then would pay cash AnneBonny: Perfect. Our supply is endless, but a bit monotonous. Sorcha Mirawien: ::at the drawing of weapons her hands moved lightening quick, whip slipping into one with glistening barbs and into the other, a sword that the moment she touched it started to glow a sickly purple hue.:: Nadine: ::alla way over at the bar she wud haveta get closer ta get ta her:: Virtuoso of Pain: ::Without warning, and with speed that should not ever have been encompassed in so masive a frame, with fluid ease, Magus stepped forward and sent his bare fist rocketing toward Hex's chest. Power crackled down his arm, and fizzled away, but this did not stop the brute force of the onslaught intent on tearing through metal, wire, and alloy weave.:: AnneBonny: They're sweet girls I assure you, obedient and pretty. Most have household skills. = Vasvrae has entered the room = Verishia Duket: ::her saber comes out and ignites, her hand going up to push Sorcha with the Force:: AnneBonny: Mostly illiterate, unfortunately. They come from a simpler time. Lord Brutin: ::quite understandable but not worrisome Ammy Spiritor: tosses the globe she made on the table as a field envelopes brutin and the ladies in safety...powers up her synth legs and springs behind the bar bringing naddine down to the ground with her. Lord Brutin: ::takes out his hold out pistol and smiles to them:: This will only take a moment HX-909-A: Hex's thorax took the hit with the sound of a bell, the outer armor layers buckling, the lower layers each buckling till a fist-shaped pit three inches deep was created in the machine's frame. Hex's legs shuddered, then the scythes were in motion, sweeping and crossing to try to sever the man's arm at the elbow. Lord Brutin: I should have their bodies cleaned up before you hve to leave Sorcha Mirawien: ::::she was forced back a step and then two and sudden surge of rage was sent careening towards the woman, demonic energy coming to the fore at such a thing and suddenly the poisoned barbs of that whip lashed out towards Verishia just as swiftly in return.:: AnneBonny: Of course, do what you must. ::a sweet smile in return:: AnneBonny: ::signals to Nadine:: Dear girl? When you have time, I am a bit thirsty. Could you send over a slave, preferably a virgin female. Verishia Duket: ::absorbing the rage she moaned in ecstacy, her eyes matching her grin:: Verishia Duket: Thank you ::her voice cracks:: Ammy Spiritor: ammy pokes her head over the bar and targets virtuoso with his back to her. she eyes the back of his knee and snaps her fingers setting the joint ablaze with fire and a explosive force. = Sabrae has entered the room = Nadine: :gapes at Master:: = Taneth Mercer has entered the room = Lord Brutin: We would have to send for a girl at the compound, it would be some time Verishia Duket: ::waves Scorcha towards her:: MaryRead: ::Her eyes moved to Viruoso and back to Anne in a flash. But she says nothing as she just watched intently out of the corner of her eye, ready for the move when it is made. Her body tensed as she was about to move but she held still as Ammy handled the situation nicely. An approving nod was given..:: Verishia Duket: Come seek death = Vasvrae has entered the room = AnneBonny: Then don't bother yourself. There's always some sweet little thing who wants a quick embrace in a dark alley. AnneBonny: A sordid way to live, but it's served us well thus far. Sorcha Mirawien: ::a hand yanked free one throwing blade and before Ammy could snap, she flung a small throwing blade at that hand, hopefully stalling that action.:: Ammy Spiritor: the blang clangs off metal. = GunSlayrEx1 has entered the room = Ammy Spiritor: blade^ Virtuoso of Pain: ::One scythe blade was caught before harm could be done, and he wrenched it in a vice-like hold in order to throw it off balance. He sacrificed the arm aimed for, but some force kept the bone from being severed just above elbow. The blood that came forth, was thick as molasses, and volitile as highly corrosive compounds, this fluid washing over the blades. The splintering of a knee due to explosion never came, as he had maneuvered himself into a position to have Hex inbetween. The droid GunSlayrEx1: ::Walks back into the Kurii, toweling off his wet hair:: HX-909-A: #Gunner! Hostiles!# Virtuoso of Pain: affectively making a make-shift shield for the Virtuoso as he shoved his weight fully into hex.:: Sorcha Mirawien: Better then ye have tried. ::a slow grin growing behind the translucent veil as she started to circle Verishia, having not yet figured out she fed on emotional energy, but would in time as sudden shadows lashes outwards, seeking to hobble the woman in choking tendrils.:: Verishia Duket: ::raises her arm and uses the Force to push Virtuoso:: Ammy Spiritor: the shield attempt fails as the knee explodes. AnneBonny: Ugh, good thing you don't have carpets. You never get that stuff out. AnneBonny: Ironic, isn't it' All that good blood going to waste. Lord Brutin: Hehe = OfNordicMyth has entered the room = GunSlayrEx1: ::Raises his hand as an electronic chime echos through the room >>STUN RAM: ACTIVE<< he decides to play pop shot on the unsuspected attacker Sorcha, having been completely out of her sight as the purple energy lances forth with such a concussive strike it ripples a force wave from his hand:: HX-909-A: Hex's legs shuddered, the sound of groaning metal heard. Finally, the machine simply steps backwards, explosive bolts in it's scythe arms popping and the limbs come free. Hex takes another step, trying to get Storm to overbalance. Either way, hatches are opening on the large abdomen, and twin cannon barrels slide out into view. Anti-aircraft class plasma cannons already charging. GunSlayrEx1: ::He walked a few steps still drying off his hair releasing blast after blast, his genetics now in tune with the proper Harbinger power:: Ammy Spiritor: grimacing with fear....ammy transmutes her arm with pain and forms a vibro saber in a blinding flash of blue.

Verishia Duket: :turning to Virtuoso she ignited her Saber and charged for an overhand swing:: Virtuoso of Pain: ::The jerk, however, sent him staggering off balance enough to force him to take a knee, his elbow grasped in glowing hands, wreathed it emerald flame along the claws. The shadow of something big passed over the Virtuoso's head sheering free a few strands of white locks as scythe-like blades of the duplicate narrowly missed his head.:: Sabrae: Tell me, female. ::Unsettling yellow hued oculars shifted to at Nadine with a fine crimson brow quirked in curiosity.:: Is it always this unstable" ::Ruby-drenched nails clawed at the edge of the wine-filled chalice perhaps in disdain at the scene unravelling.:: GunSlayrEx1: ::Contemplates for a moment....pressing a button on his wrist for a quick change....the energy around his hand faded as he overheard the timer drawing near him....>>SHIELD: INACTIVE<< >>GHOST MODE: ACTIVE<<:: Ammy Spiritor: the clone sails past as ammy loses control and it slams into the opposite wall reverting back to metal bars. Nadine: no mistress, this tavern as never been attacked fore..... Virtuoso of Pain: ::He saw light in his peripheral, and instinctively, freed the rune-lined sentient greatsword at his hip. The blade flashed with light, crooning like a demon spawned of the abyss itself, and collided, unyielding, to spark against the force of the lightsaber arching downward at his throat.:: Tisk tisk...little slut. GunSlayrEx1: ::As the situation has now changed where the two are now intangible....he slings around with a kick toward the midsection of the incoming shade:: Verishia Duket: ::her anger swells, strengthening her and she yells, trading blows with Virtuoso, hoping to do nothing more than keep him busy:: GunSlayrEx1: This is starting to remind me of those stupid Eggbreakers Harada had under his employ. Sorcha Mirawien: ::unleashes several Shadow fiends down upon Gun, the horrors of blackness looking to tear at his form with glistening sharp claws. Whilst she waited on that timer to finish it's countdown.:: Ammy Spiritor: ammy scrambles swiftly on all fours in the general direction of hex. = Chaos has entered the room = GunSlayrEx1: ::Feels the impact of the Shadow Fiends....but you really couldn't freak out someone how had lived through the horrors of Vietnam:: Virtuoso of Pain: ::He parried a few more times, now more relative to Verishia's size due to him being on one knee. He parried the blade with his own, the show he made a tribute to his brute strength. The juggernaut was deftly wielding the greatsword as though it were a rapier, rolling his wrist in blurrs of movement as he rose slowly to a stand. He circled and saught a hole in her guard, whiling her and there to evade the dangerous light of her own weapon. He mimicked her force attack, sending the weight of HX-909-A: The machine has gotten back to it's feet, however by this time the head is nothing but melted slag. Another pop of explosive connectors and the lump falls to the floor. A high-pitched whine ensues, too high for humans to really hear, but Ammy probably does. Sabrae: ::An impatient sort of sigh passed through moist lips. Meticulous gaze shifted to inspect the runestones upon her hand as if reading them like an open book.:: I have want to sell this....<I>nek</I>. ::A hand tugging at the leash connected to the similarly shaped girl who kneeled at the high priestess's feet.:: I came to see if the Master of this house was interested, but he seems otherwise occupied. Is there another you can recommend" Lord Brutin: ::walks over to the bar calmly and smiles to Sabrae:: Forgive the disturbance ::reaches into the draw and takes out his blaster:: GunSlayrEx1: ::A brilliant flash of light burned in the vacinity where Sorcha and Gun were last tangible....but given their current state....it was an entirely different fight out of phase:: Ammy Spiritor: winces and slides into hex. Vasvrae: ::With the tug the alabaster-haired young drowess winced and tried to remained stationary.:: Virtuoso of Pain: own multipule wills against her in a blast of explosive force energy that first imploded, attemting to suck her foward and off balance into the tip of his blade before sending her, mid flight, down it and away. Were she skilled enough, she may just narrowly avoid it.:: = Tara Rynieyn has entered the room = Tara Rynieyn: ::In walks Trouble:: Verishia Duket: ::using her reflexes she easily avoids the implosion, so confident she is completely caught off guard by the explosion and thrown back hard:: Sabrae: ::Canary feather oculars rose to inspect Brutin. This must have been the man she knew the others to be associated with.:: Bwael tangisto, sir. The disturbance is of no consequence. I understand they occur quite regularly in this city. Ammy Spiritor: shouts to tara. "Big truouble kurii land!" GunSlayrEx1: ::His hands had solid weight to the Shadow Forms....both being in a somewhat ghost like capacity....he resorted to simply cold cocking each fiend with a good old fashion punch:: Lord Brutin: But never in my establishment Tara Rynieyn: ::Looks to Ammy:: There better not be "big trouble". HX-909-A: Most of Hex's primary weapons were disabled, as were it's primary sensoria. Another pair of hatches opened further down the abdomen, the twin chainguns swiveling around as the sonic-based tracking system of hex's secondary sensors locked onto Storm. The barrels spun up... OfNordicMyth: :: Seems getting a drink was going to be out of the question as she watched the battle.:: Verishia Duket: ::she gets to her feet spryly, hiding the pain her stupidity cost her:: Ammy Spiritor: ammy ignored taras comment and started pumping energy into hex hoping to repair something on him. Verishia Duket: ::the space he gave her allowed her to raise her arm again and push against his wounded knee, hoping for anything, untying his shoe would do at this point:: Tara Rynieyn: Greetings Bossman. ::Walking over to him:: What goes on here" Lord Brutin: Two fools out to harm Fio Lord Brutin: But they are outnumbered Lord Brutin: Barely Tara Rynieyn: What' ::frown:: Who" Lord Brutin: I do not like two to one odds, I prefer ten to noe Sabrae: ::A sideways shift of that predatory gaze to the precious auburn-haired beauty who came so blythely meandering through the front door. Sabrae appeared to grin from ear to ear and bejeweled fingers rolled as a sadistic smile raced across an ebon-fleshed face.:: So your pet has been telling me. ::A hand reached down to the chalice of fungal wine nearby.:: Is there a more opportune time when I should consider returning or do you suppose this altercation will be concluded soon" Lord Brutin: Unknown but the big guy broke my door Lord Brutin: And then had the audacity to pay for it Tara Rynieyn: As do I. Who wants to hurt my Mother" Virtuoso of Pain: ::He wove his hand in a swift somantic gesture, and lighting shot forth, arching down his arm toward his fingertips. Hand jerking, the mixture of icefire, and electric energy intertwined, soared at Hex and Ammy, attempting to take them both unawares. He put himself in jeapordy to pull this off, and he was confident he'd get one of them before sonic energy started to shred into his abs and the guts behind.:: = Almighty L has entered the room = Lord Brutin: Scortch and Virtuoso Lord Brutin: You can join in if you wish Sorcha Mirawien: ::moving slowly she soon emerged again, dropping low to take stock of targets not seeing Gun, she started forward towards Verishia again, whip lashing out towards the fallen woman..:: GunSlayrEx1: ::It's been quite a while since the Vet was in any sort pugilism....but he still resorted to it anyway....driving the Shadow forms away with some effort:: Tara Rynieyn: I take a lunch break an' come back to this? ::sighing:: That is it. No more breaks for me.. Ammy Spiritor: flashing forward ammy transmutes her arm in howl of pain and absorbs the shot from virtous with a metalic hoping that something may reflect back. GunSlayrEx1: ::His vaguely transparent form floated toward Sorcha, even though he seemed to be moving his feet as if running:: Tara Rynieyn: You should not be seeing any of this Boss. HX-909-A: Sadly, Hex was immune to the electric component of the attack. The Ice did slow the barrels spin, but this only reduced the rate of fire. The chainguns were gravitic. A column the width of the barrel's bore, extending out for fifty feet was suddenly subjected to a microsecond pulse of gravity, equivalent to 50Gs. The who shebang was aimed at Storm's torso. Verishia Duket: ::so busy concentrating on Virtuoso's knee she is taken completely by surprise as the whip falls on her:: Virtuoso of Pain: ::Tara was the next target, she was the closest thing between him and Brutin now, and he took a swipe at her head. The crooning of the blade giving advance warning to the threat incoming. His eyeless pits trained fully on Brutin. She was an obstacle in the way of the source.:: GunSlayrEx1: Time for a back to back....::>>GHOST MODE:INACTIVE<< His body quickly became tangible once more, feet resounding as boots clunked on the wooden floorboard. >>STROBE LIGHT: ACTIVE<<:: Sorcha Mirawien: ::she spun about catching a flicker out of the corner of her eye and that whip flashed outwards towards the transparent figure closing in with a snapping of the barbed tines.:: Chaos: :::Leaning against the wall over there, he yawns, wondering what he materialized into at the moment, and wonders if he should care yet:: GunSlayrEx1: ::His hands reached out to covering Sorcha's eyes from behind bright lights shot out with nearly unimaginable lumens:: Verishia Duket: ::rolls forward and turns lashes out with her leg to trip Sorcha, caught totally by surprise with the whip:: Tara Rynieyn: ::She ducks, just in time to save her neck, but her hand coming up in reflex does not escape punishment. Howling in pain at the gash in her hand and arm, she falls down next to Brutin:: Lord Brutin: ::raises his arm, taking casual aim with the blaster but not firing:: GunSlayrEx1: ::Bleeding however in the poor attempt to blind the girl, he wasn't exactly sure how the repeated light bursts would affect someone who was so accustomed to using shadow power:: Sorcha Mirawien: ::down she went in a sprawling and landing if not on Verishia, darn near close to her with a snarling snap of fangs and sought to find her footing swiftly:: Ammy Spiritor: rolling on impact, she shakes her metalic arm back to shape, and yanks out a blue gem with yellow stripe. "thats it...no more nice girl." launches at the distracted virtuosou with the intent to hit him with the exploding soul gem. Tara Rynieyn: ::Blood-red eyes regard Magus now:: This is neither the time nor the place, Frost! Verishia Duket: ::scramblin she grabs at Sorcha, trying to lock her arms and legs with her own since Sorcha was outnumbered:: GunSlayrEx1: You know....::Glances down at his torn shirt and bleeding chest:: I hope your mother kisses you with that mouth girl... Virtuoso of Pain: ::He gripped the blade as the flat of it came to the opposite palm, and he attempted to send the quillions into Brutin's eye, a scar would do, but he jerked the weapon outward with enough force that, were he not reactionary enough, and in timely fashion, it might have gone in one ear and out the other, skewering his head on the guard.:: Sorcha Mirawien: ::not an easy feat when one is fighting momentary blindness from the strobbing effects that would send an epileptic into a fit instantly.:: Tara Rynieyn: Son of a ......::Ripping her dress to wrap it around her wound:: Lord Brutin: ::catching the attacking Brutin used the blaster to block it and then stared in dismay, his blaster destroyed without ever having fired a shot:: Lord Brutin: Damn! Sabrae: ::A truly primal sound came from the high priestess's throat, deep and husky in the roll of a growl. The metal-loop leash was held out towards the petite platinum haired Nadine standing nearby.:: Hold this, girl. I wish to join in the fray. Lord Brutin: Slave whip! ::holds his hands out:: Nadine: ::quickly hands Master a slave whip:: Sorcha Mirawien: ::pinned for the moment she fought against it, with an arm breaking loose and a palm shooting up towards Verishia's nose with the force of a freight train behind it.:: Verishia Duket: ::sensing Sorcha's hesitations she attempts the subdue rather than injure, using her body to lock up Sorchas:: Ammy Spiritor: notices shes on a collision course with hex line of fire and tosse the gem wildly at virtuouso and rolls out of the way. OfNordicMyth: :: Her eyes move to the one demanding a whip. A quick study given before her eyes return to the fight.:: Chaos: ::Decides not to care so much, and simply goes away for now:: Virtuoso of Pain: ::He crouched, and attempted to send, with his hand still halfway down the blade in a grip that drew blood and fed the vampiric properties of the rune-blade, attempted to ram it into his hip before all was said and done. However, he was knocked free by three simultaneous onslaughts. One from Ammy, the next from Hex, and the third from somewhere else he was unaware of.:: Verishia Duket: ::her eyes tear up in pain she sends Force lightning through her into Sorcha and then rolls away to clear her vision:: HX-909-A: It seems that Storm's attack disrupted the machine's aim more than it first appeared. As Storm lunged at Brutin, small pops were heard as inch-wide holes suddenly appeared in the wall behind him, tracking very slowly. When Hex identified several friendlies in the incoming fire arcs, the thudding of the chainguns silenced. Then the whole machine simplly went limp, shuddering and crumbling to the floor with dull clangs. Lord Brutin: ::whips Magus with an average everyday slave whip:: GunSlayrEx1: Verishia....Dark Side Rage! Lord Brutin: ::yes, the kind you use on girl, not warriors:: Verishia Duket: I am! Sorcha Mirawien: ::sparks dance over her, but she seems to thrive on the pain as another snarling of sound rose from her and she rolled free and then up to her feet with a blade flying outwards towards the Sith in a flash of speed akin to a bullet.:: Tara Rynieyn: (s) We should rename this Fight Club ::hissing in pain:: = Hate And Malice has entered the room = = Rika Sunder has entered the room = GunSlayrEx1: ::His hand changed colors once more, going back to the purple energy....>>STROBELIGHT:INACTIVE<< >>STUNRAM ACTIVE<< blasting away at the blade targeting the Sith:: Ammy Spiritor: scramble to hex again and applies energhy again trying to repair metal she is not familiar with. Verishia Duket: ::brings her saber back up to block as she moves to put Sorcha between herself and Gun:: Sabrae: ::The flawless ebon-fleshed woman of elven descent stepped around the edge of the bar with the stationary sibling slave secured in the other pet's hand. Covered in runestones, the ruthless Sabrae threw arms out and lifted her chin upwards. A muttering of ancient subterranean tones began to cause the golden and ruby gemstones to glow. A strange gathering of thick shadows started to form in open palms.:: Virtuoso of Pain: ::The third strike, five broad straps across the face. His features turned feral, and he jerked his head back upright.:: Kur, ye'll pay for that assault. He drew the blade back and overhead, a high-hawk guard, and then swung to the right and down in an attempt to hew that whip from his grasp. A second arch, blinding in speed, worried at Brutin's face, seeking purchase with the bit of its dark-star metal tip.:: GunSlayrEx1: ::Of all things for the Veteran to pull....he pulled out the knife from his boot in a somewhat Jack Burton situation....the very same knife that was thrown a few days ago at the door of the Kurii by those idiotic Chinese Warriors:: Chaos: ::He sits down on some kind of chair thingy that was never there before and begins to wonder why he allows all these people to exist, what possible use could they have for him in the long run anyways. He would have to decide many important things for now, and they all took time::

Lord Brutin: ::using both sword and table he keeps Magus busy so the others can attack from behind:: = Titan has entered the room = GunSlayrEx1: ::he sat there on the stool, holding his gut:: *Bleeping Bleep Bleep Bleep Censor* Tara Rynieyn: ::But still offering advice from the sidelines. Hand to mouth:: Boss! Give him the look of death! Ammy Spiritor: ammy activates the rune on the table and hopes the lodestone magecite rune works to negate magic. GunSlayrEx1: The *bleep* broke my mother *bleeping* ribs. ::Coughing up blood:: Lord Brutin: Tara! I have a sword in my hand, I am not putting it in my mouth! Sorcha Mirawien: ::down she went under the weight of Hex and that energy she had on her was being consumed by something dark and unnatural as she tussled with the mechanical creature, those claws ripping at it with vicious intent.:: Tara Rynieyn: Yes Boss! GunSlayrEx1: Son of a *bleep* *bleep* *censor* *bleep* *censor* Tara Rynieyn: Punch him in the no-no place! Virtuoso of Pain: 'ow's the daughter, Brutin. Still shivering at the thought of ice sliding up her inner thigh under those pretty robes of concealment' ::He spun full circle, blade extended out in centrifugal force, and came hard in a hammering blow at Brutin's opposite side without warning. He cut low, high, thrust, parried and sidestepped. It seemed his formerly injured arm was knitted and in better shape.:: Verishia Duket: ::rushes forward, pressing her own attack, not using her saber of course but kicking and punching where she can unless she can grab appendages to hold:: GunSlayrEx1: ::Didn't have any better options at the time, drew down on Virtuoso and shot at the blade strike with pinpoint accuracy....how's that for firing from the hip":: Lord Brutin: She is great, I am told she let your son out of his cage today and he can eat solids now HX-909-A: Hex's metal shreds and screeches as Sorcha's claws at the machine. The hands clamp down, and suddenly the hidden spikes eject with pneumatic force to drive down out of Hex's palms. If they penetrate flesh, the next thing coming is roughly 40,000 volts of electricity channeled from Hex's onboard micro-fusion reactor! Titan: :: thundering steps echo down the marketplace before his head lifted too the sound of metal on metal...when his eyes hit the Kurii the Titan of a man raced forward and barreled through the door..soon the thirteen foot giant was looking..down at those in the inn. Apon seeing Brutitn the Giant went to tackle Vistuoso:: Lord Brutin: ::spits on Magus from over his table:: Ammy Spiritor: ammy takes advantage of being on her back and kicks out with both of her bio metal legs aiming at any place sensitive on virtuouso. Tara Rynieyn: ::Spits on Magus from the doorway:: Tara Rynieyn: ::Then screams as Titan goes by:: Good lord! Verishia Duket: ::this is going to hurt;: Chaos: ::He sighs:: It must be a full moon or something. Maybe I will get lucky and they will kill eachother, sure makes my life easier in the long run, thats for sure.::Said to himself quietly:: Hate And Malice: So maybe the door was a little slow in closing. Helped that his boot was just barely holding it open. Vasvrae: Inbal natha dosman tsoss. ::A lovely hand dripping with runestones and rubies on metal circlets reached out towards the man within two feet of his person. From the tips of polish drenched nails a tiny arachnid leapt and tossed a silken web with its body hastily groping to find footing along his back.:: OfNordicMyth: :: Her hammer was lifted up once more. Turning to her side. Thrusting foward.Using her great weight to try and knock vir off balance before the blade could strike.:: Virtuoso of Pain: ::Placing brutin in the area of focal quarter radius. He sent a barriage of spellfire GunSlayer's way, launching it like a ballista missile barrage from his open palm. Energy pooled, mana formed flaming balls that took off one after the other, ten aimed in tha general local to try to free her of an enemy threat. Meanwhile, he parried, and his blade seemed to slow, for it looked quite heavy wielded in that one, opposite, hand.:: Tara Rynieyn: Hiya Noir ::smiling:: Hate And Malice: "You know such interesting people, Lady Tara." He commented, lazily, from the other side. Lord Brutin: ::presses the attack finally, seeing Magus go for Gun:: Sorcha Mirawien: ::as Verishia moved in close, she dodged one kick by twisting so it may have glanced off the mech man as to those spikes, they would hit rather tought scaled flesh that now covered her taloned hands and she rocked back, only to surge forward with horns having sprouted and looking to smash into the metal creatures face.:: Tara Rynieyn: ::Points to Virtuoso:: He used to work for my cousin Antony. I hated him then, hated him now. Rika Sunder: :: Her hands were soon clawing with full claws..soon the girl was turning too stripes of red..cat scratches becoming worse and worse as time went on:: GunSlayrEx1: ::The raw Spellfire charge closed in as the vet felt it was best time to change modes once more....>>SUNBURST:INACTIVE<< >>FORCEFIELD:ACTIVE<< feeling the unheated light hit the greyish bubble surround his body, but still getting knocked back onto the stool:: Tara Rynieyn: That's my Bossman. ::a proud smile and a gesture toward Brutin:: Verishia Duket: ::uses the Force to coincide with the electricty, catching Sorcha from behind:: Hate And Malice: The man in black stood there, hands folded behind him. "I find it hard to believe that you work for anyone." Sabrae: ::The spider, a loyal servant of the priestesses of the Underdark, pulled itself across the distance. With slick limbs, eight in all, groping lustily through the air, the tiny servant with a terribly poisonous bite, moved almost like a silken whisper towards Virtuoso's neck.:: GunSlayrEx1: This is ridiculous....::Holds his stomach:: Superman couldn't even take these two on his best day....it's like some bad action movie script....like the Transporter. Nadine: ::throws a dirty wineglass at Magus:: Virtuoso of Pain: ::He twisted his sword and jabbed it into the scabbard lock just forward of brutin's cup guard in the gladius. It didn't stop the blow from bashing his shoulder, however, and bone popped, sending his arm low and down as his shoulder was dislocated. He grabbed the gorean kurt, enspelled by magic, and sent its blads soaring at Brutin's face.:: Die Kur! GunSlayrEx1: ::Fired once more on Virtuoso's blade:: Tara Rynieyn: Oh' Why's that. ::Picks up a rock and hurls it at Magus Ammy Spiritor: her kicks failing she roll back and transmutes her arm one last painful time into a war hammer and tries to mimic the frost giantess attack by swinging at virtousos head. HX-909-A: Hex no longer had a face, but the thorax took the force of the assault. Arms trying again to sink the spikes into any weakness. Meanwhile the grav-cannon swivels as Hex turns it's body, trying to get a clear shot on Sorcha. If any such opening were provided, the thud-thud-thud of 50Gs would spit out at the demoness. Lord Brutin: ::uses the table to block and then spits at Magus...only when it's safe:: Lord Brutin: You are not paying attention to me Hate And Malice: "You seem a bit too..independant to work for anyone." Tara Rynieyn: I am Boss! Hate And Malice: He pointed out, fingers rubbing at his gauntlet. Tara Rynieyn: That's basically what Mish said too, Noir. Chaos: ::He saw another guy in black over there....well what did you know. So then Bob somehow went into his summer look. A red T-shirt, slicked back black hair, Black jeans and shoes to match, his skin was pale still, but he did not look as weak anymore as he usually did:: No need for too many men in black these days. Tara Rynieyn: But I been workin for Brutin since I was sixteen. In August I'll be six hundred an' sixty eight! ::head tilt, pout:: WIll you come to muh party" Virtuoso of Pain: ::The spot bitten on his neck started to swell, discoloring as the arachnid went up in flames. He moved to dive, but was knocked aside from the downcoming blows of hammers due to a Titan tackling him like a runningback not close enough to the out of bounds line. He went down, sideways, with a thuderous crash that relocated his shoulder, on coinsidence.:: Vith...get off me you cretin! Lord Brutin: Four on one, I like these odds Tara Rynieyn: Bite him Boss! Lord Brutin: ::starts beating Magus to death with the table:: Hate And Malice: A turn of that hood. "We'll see. You've been asking me many questions lately." Observed. Lord Brutin: Tara! Lord Brutin: Hand me another table! Tara Rynieyn: Yes Boss! Lord Brutin: Get him! Lord Brutin: Make that my official War Cry GunSlayrEx1: ::It took a few moments for the vet to get out of his chair, wiping blood from his mouth:: Tara Rynieyn: Okay! ::Hurries over to one of those outside tables, picks it up and brings it back to Brutin:: GunSlayrEx1: *Swears up a storm, using all 4 remaining words you can't say on Earth television repeatedly* Virtuoso of Pain: ::His right ocular socket caved into his face as the assault from brutin. He however looped Titans pants with the sword's quillions, and hoisted him up and over his body, as if to use him as a shield.: Lord Brutin: ::waits until the table is destroyed and exchanged the shards for the new one:: Tara Rynieyn: Here you are Bossman! Lord Brutin: Thanks Tara Rynieyn: Get him! ::growl:: Sorcha Mirawien: ::what ever hit her hurt and she growled in pain, the rage growing to dangerous levels and feeding the strength as she tried to rip herself free of the robotic man with a forceful heaving of him off towards Gun and Verishia.:: Tara Rynieyn: ::Runs back outside to where Noir was:: Lord Brutin: ::uses his sword, the Gladius made for thrusts, to thrust into Magus:: Titan: :: HIs twin fists came up and quickly thse boulders were being slammed down towards Magus..can omone say hulk here" but then he was lifted..so hands reaced for the rafters and used them too push back against Magus!:: GunSlayrEx1: ::Ducked as best as he could, but that's not really the best thing to do with broken ribs:: Tara Rynieyn: Go Boss, go! Ammy Spiritor: swings her battlehammer arm at virtouso's unprotected mid drift when he lifts titan...hoping to score another hit. Tara Rynieyn: ::clapping and cheering:: Verishia Duket: ::sucks up the Rage from her, shedding her of her precious reserves of strength:: Tara Rynieyn: Maybe some other night you'd like to come in for a drink or some food, Noir" It's not usually this....::blink:: spirited. GunSlayrEx1: ::He cursed a bit walking, and still cursed worse more than a sailor....the kind of swearing that would get you thrown out of a restaurant if you were rude:: Virtuoso of Pain: ::Titan suddenly, without warning, slumped into the hard smooth-packed dirt floor of the paga tavern. No rhyme or reason apparent. Perhaps the behemoth had smothered the juggernaut into nonexistance. That, or perhaps what was left of the avatar of Magus had decided it was time to fall back. Escape via teleportation was at hand.:: HX-909-A: And there it was, Hex was clear of accidentally firing at friendlies...Seeing as it was now sailing through the air. Limbs whipping to alter it's spin to bring the by now charged plasma cannons to bear on Sorcha. There is the sound of a thunderclap, and an area three inches in diameter is super-heated to a plasma state by the particle beam that lances from Hex's cannons at the demoness. GunSlayrEx1: ::He limped a bit making his way closer to Virtuouso, combat knife in hand:: Sabrae: ::A bejeweled hand went to the drowess's chest at the death of the arachnid. Still, this male appeared to have more power being concentrated upon him than the accompanying female. The ancient and arcane stones that hung from every angle of the high priestess's body began to glow once more. Chin tilted upwards and nether energy in the form of thick, swirling shadows began to pool in the cup of open palms as Sabrae chanted.:: Titan: :: he falls and everything quakes..well he was nearing a tone of mass,,,:: Hate And Malice: He glanced down at her. "If I must say, things seem to be spirited around you frequently. You strike me as a troublemaker, Lady Tara." GunSlayrEx1: ::The slowness of the staggering limp....the visual was almost like a zombie movie....where the undead simply limbered forth:: Tara Rynieyn: ::gasps, her mouth rounding out at his accusation:: Never! Me" I'm a doll! Ask anyone! I help people all the time! GunSlayrEx1: *Censor* mother *bleeping* *bleep* *Censor* mother *bleeping* *bleeping* ass... Ammy Spiritor: scrabbles over to brutin, war hammer arm at the ready panting heavily. Tara Rynieyn: Why jus' last night I helped an' old lady cross the street. ::fluttering her lashes at him:: Hate And Malice: ..That hood just turned down at her, and even if she couldn't see it, she could feel him staring at her. = Nadine has entered the room = Sabrae: ::The energy was directed in a concentrated burst towards Sorcha with the intent to fog the mind or drain her energy. Wild yellow eyes were wide with the fresh scent of blood clouding the air from other entanglements.:: Lord Brutin: ::sprints for Sorcha:: Tara Rynieyn: ::Finds a half-eaten ham sandwich on the ground, grins at it cuz of obvious reasons and then hurls that at Magus now too:: Hope you get salmonella! Lord Brutin: Ammy, make me another blaster, give it to Tara GunSlayrEx1: ::The air was simply filled with obscenities:: GunSlayrEx1: ::And most of them were coming from the war vet:: Sorcha Mirawien: ::an in that flash of sudden heat, she seemed to vanish. Maybe she had disintegrated or otherwise, however she heard that mental sound of retreat and didn't waste a moment to listen to it.:: OfNordicMyth: :: Her hands moved that hammer back once more. Swinging that hammer back once more, and her hips torqued once more. The large head of her hammer comming across to the back of magus' knees.:: Titan: : Magus is...gone"..so Titan gets hit with a sandwich:: Chaos: ::He yawned:: It appears the show is about over, and nobody died, what a shame, maybe next time. Tara Rynieyn: ::Smiles innocently up to Noir despite his staring:: Tara Rynieyn: (s) I'm the goodest girl you ever did see. Lord Brutin: ::skids to a stop and throws the table and sword on the floor::