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Post by doctorzero on Mar 9, 2012 22:56:47 GMT -5
"Ladies and gentlemen, Ms. Flynn!"
There was a round of applause as the curtain rose. Miranda paid no attention as the singer began the first verse of Amazing Grace.
She wasn't really in the mood anyway. It had been a hard week, along with the difficulties associated with the DI Branch of CRL established on the island. She saw no reason why they even needed one stationed here, after the whole business months ago. Evan said that Kavma chose to keep it there out of guilt, or to keep an eye on Van Drake (she couldn't remember if he was still calling himself that or not). She remembered seeing him yesterday as he and his girlfriend passed--both had done everything they could to ignore her and the restaurant. She couldn't blame them.
Her cell rumbled. She grumbled as she answered it. "Wrights, talk to me."
"It's Strahl, Captain. He says he's captured Princess."
She nearly crushed her glass in shock. "Are you sure?"
"Positive. He's on his way as we speak, ma'am."
Her mind was racing at a thousand miles per hour. "Tell him to bring her around the back. We can't have her bother the guests. Have a full squad sent out to greet him. We are NOT losing her this time."
"Understood, ma'am."
Meanwhile, outside...
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Post by ryocker on Mar 9, 2012 23:11:43 GMT -5
What appeared to be a young girl was snooping around nearby- as bloodstained as her clothes looked, and as unusual as her eyes looked, you'd think she would've been noticed in an instant- if she wasn't casting something of a Magical barrier over herself as a means of disguise. Though she was strolling around, she definately stayed nearest the new place- the Crystal room, it was called. She obviously knew there was something up with the place...
"Hmmph," she snorted, about 300 feet away from the strange building around now. "Closed to the public, so says the doors in the building... That won't hide the fact they're hiding something in there..." she giggled, sparking her fingers. "Morons won't know what hit them- not when i shove a few thousand bolts of energy into their-"
Then she felt it- an unusual pressence being lead directly toward her. Obviously an immortal- it was too easy to tell by the way her signature felt on her magic coated skin. "...what have we here..." she smiled, slowly walking closer to the signature, before sitting down somewhere in the alley, still disguised.
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Post by doctorzero on Mar 9, 2012 23:22:40 GMT -5
"You. Me. Gantz. Jaron. All sorts of weird crap, and it practically revolves around us. Well, I don't know about you, since you're a huge bitch, but I think something's implied there."
Princess said nothing. Since she was temporarily dead, she couldn't.
"What I don't really get is what your deal is. What, are you on some constant period or something? You're the bitchiest woman I've ever met."
She stirred.
BANG!
"Stay dead. I don't want you to try escaping."
Wilhelm had encountered no trouble on the way to the plaza. Some people had given him some funny looks, but one look at the woman he had slung over his shoulder and they minded their own business.
He had been somewhat disgruntled when he was contacted and told to bring her around the back, but he figured that they had a right to be cautious.
Still, how is it that an organization that spans multiple universes have so much trouble with this woman? he thought to himself.
Meanwhile, outside the Crystal Room...
Miranda stepped outside as she was greeted by one of her men. "Captain, we've spoken with Mr. Strahl. I've sent half the squad to cover him."
"Good," said Miranda tersely. "I'm going to greet him personally. We are not screwing up this chance, are we clear, people?"
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Post by ryocker on Mar 9, 2012 23:47:05 GMT -5
Not far from Aiman's location, a... teenager (it's hard to really say he or she) peeked out from a small crevice between buildings, trembling as he watched the small girl inch closer to a cerain... prescence. Though Crona's partner was currently keeping his mouth shut, Crona him/herself was trembling at the mear site of her. "Sh... She... I can tell it just by her movements- she's a witch, isn't she?" he (for the sake of convinience) trembled, putting his hands to his mouth.
He obviously disliked her- from bad memories that stemmed from his mother, to feeling the sting of a witch's cruelty since day one, he had a terrible dislike regarding witch's in general- mainly because he had to obey Medusa his whole life. "...I... better not get involved with her..."
Meanwhile, unknown to Crona's peeping, Aiman continued to sit and wait for the prescence to come closer to her- until she finally saw it- in the shape of a woman that rivaled her ghastly appearance. though you couldn't tell by Aiman's camoflauge. "Oh, hewwo, mista!" she giggled, pretending to be her forced age for a change.
Hopping up, she met Wilhelm head on- and just smiled at him, almost seemingly ignoring the woman on his shoulders. "Watcha doin' wound heya?" she asked, swaying around. As soon as his gaurd drops, he's as good as dead. she thought to herself.
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Post by doctorzero on Mar 10, 2012 0:29:47 GMT -5
Dammit, I knew something was going to happen, thought Wilhelm as he stared at the little girl before him.
"...okay, shouldn't you be with your parents or something?" he asked.
"FREEZE!"
Princess fell to the ground with an "ACK!" Wilhelm drew his weapon as Aiman turned to see Miranda Wrights--backed by ten armed CRL operatives--aiming her weapon at her.
"You, girl. Back away from him and the woman, slowly."
"What the hell, Wrights?" Wilhelm demanded. "What're you--"
"Strahl, do me a favor and SHUT UP!" Miranda sounded rather stressed. "We are SO CLOSE to capturing Princess, and I am NOT going to let anything screw this up! Now, get AWAY from him with your hands in the air, little girl!"
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Post by ryocker on Mar 10, 2012 0:41:42 GMT -5
Still watching from the shadows, Crona's eyes morphed into a pair of freightened saucers, ready to pop right out of his head. Aiman, however, looked blank- before she stared up at Miranda as innocently as possible...
and muttering, "Hmph. Looks like this wench is too smart for her own good..." she hissed, the illusion revealing her eyes, and bloodied clothing she commonly wore. Once the disguise was off, she looked Miranda straight in the eye. "So. Wrights, was it? How did you know there was more to me than meets the eye?" she asked, an invisible barrier protecting her if any gun shots were fired, accidentally or otherwize.
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Post by doctorzero on Mar 10, 2012 1:12:59 GMT -5
Miranda couldn't help but smirk as her squad began to surround them. "We're with Crystal Room Limited; we could see you coming miles away. We have this whole island monitored. Oh, and don't bother with the barrier, the guns we have can pierce that. And any magic trick you come up with we can counter. You're pretty much a sitting duck. Now, why don't you give us a name so we can know who we're bringing in with the bitch in the pink dress."
Wilhelm at this point had drawn his gun and aimed at Aiman. Unlike the CRL operatives, though, his bullets wouldn't hit her, but he didn't know that.
Now you may very well think that Aiman had no chance here, but there's always a wildcard.
Take a wild guess who.
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Post by ryocker on Mar 10, 2012 1:29:01 GMT -5
She just smirked. Then began to giggle, before breaking into a near hysterical laughter. Though she didn't make any visible tension, she continued to smile. "Who's to say I couldn't tell you were all magic proof?" she giggled, placing a hand over her mouth. "Who's to say you're really the ones with an upper hand here? And furthermore...
"What makes you think I didn't notice our guest's immortality?"
Crona tensed horribly. Every trick in the book, pulling an unmistakeable wild card... "The more I watch this girl..." he mumbled, starting to tear up. "the more I'm reminded of Lady Medusa...!"
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Post by doctorzero on Mar 10, 2012 1:43:36 GMT -5
"What makes you think we would care about--" Miranda began.
Wait...
She looked behind Aiman to see, to her horror, Princess rising up behind Wilhelm with a look of pure rage.
"STRAHL, LOOK OUT--"
WHACK! Wilhelm fell to the ground, unconscious. Two members of the squad aimed their weapons at Princess in a panic. "OPEN FIRE!"
CRACK! They both hit the ground before anyone could see how Princess did it.
With a bloodcurdling screech Princess backflipped over them all and landed behind Miranda, grabbing her and holding a knife to her throat.
H-how did she--?!
"How's it feel, bitch?" Princess snarled in her ear. "Not so nice being on the receiving end, are you?"
Her response was an elbow to the ribs. She stumbled back with a grunt as Miranda turned and emptied half a clip into her face.
"Detain the other one, I'll keep Princess busy!"
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Post by ryocker on Mar 10, 2012 2:05:02 GMT -5
"Busy how?"
Before Miranda could properly react, an unusual glowing stripe wrapped around her body, effectively freezing her in place. As soon as her troops tried to fire at her, she shot them a look with her yellow eyes. "Pay attention, boys," she giggled, looking back at Miranda. At once, a piece of the stripe wrapped around her shoulder seemed to multiply- as what seemed to be more of the same material created a sharp knife aimed at her throat.
"Now then, this stripe is made of sensetive material," she cooed, eyeing Miranda. "If I so much as twitch in a wrong direction, what do you think will happen to her neck...?"
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Post by doctorzero on Mar 10, 2012 2:12:11 GMT -5
Dammit, thought Miranda.
"Great, another huge bitch," muttered one of the operatives, gun still trained on Aiman.
After a couple tense seconds, Miranda groaned in frustration and yelled, "What are you all doing?! Get Princess before she escapes!"
Meanwhile, Wilhelm slowly opened his eyes. I just got clocked by Princess. This is not my best night. I'm demanding double pay for this.
As he slowly got up, he saw that Aiman had caught Miranda in her stripe trap. Princess was behind them both, slowly stirring.
Wilhelm wasted no time in whipping out his pistol and aiming at Aiman. "Let her go, squirt. You have no idea what you're dealing with."
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Post by ryocker on Mar 10, 2012 12:02:09 GMT -5
Aiman just grinned. "Nor do you- I've had years to practice my abilities- powerless beings that fight a master of murderous magic without any good strategy or counter measures are as good as dead- and perhaps now this young lady might know not to go into battle without expecting the unexpected." she said, softly cackling.
When she suddenlt looked to the side, it couldn't have been a good thing- and for her and Princess, it might not've been. What stood before them now, almost invisible in the night because of the black dress he wore, was Crona, who had already asked Ragnarok to get into weapon form. "I don't see why we have to get involved," the lips on the short black sword spat out. "We don't have authority here- we don't even belong in this place!"
"I know Ragnarok, but she..." Ragnarok hesitated, seeing more and more of his mother's murderous face on Aiman as he examined her. "She's bad- more than even... Lady Medusa..."
"I remind you of someone, do I?" Aiman asked, making Crona cringe. "Does that remembrence make you cringe? brings out nothing but bad memories, doesn't it?"
Crona stuttered and shook in place, before finally becoming too upset for words. "SCREECH ALPHA!!!" he shouted, sending a large shockwave toward Aiman with the swing of Ragnarok's blade. At once the attack slammed right into her previously invisible shield- creating a distorted light around her, light pink at best.
Aiman could've just reflected it- but she would've had to release focus from Wrights to do it.
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Post by doctorzero on Mar 16, 2012 0:38:42 GMT -5
The distraction was all he needed.
"Boom."
BANG!
The bullet struck her in the shoulder, forcing her to release her grip on Miranda. Wrights slammed her elbow into Aiman's stomach and rolled out of the way, drawing her Midas Shock Pistol and aiming at her.
"By the power invested in me, you are under arrest," she said calmly. "Normally, I'd give you the right to come quietly, but since you took me hostage and interrupted a VERY important delivery you'll be lucky if you ever set foot outside of an X Class Imprisonment Tank."
"You have one of those?" Wilhelm asked in disbelief.
"There's one for you too, you know."
He clammed up.
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Post by ryocker on Mar 17, 2012 1:49:01 GMT -5
Or at least, it was aimed there.
With the additional force hitting her already pushed force field, Aiman's tiny body flinched- breaking her grip on Miranda, and subsequntly breaking the barrier over her. By then, Crona's attack had been canceled- it had broken when the stress warped the shield a bit.
"You..." she spat, angry. "Disrespectful son of a Bi-!!"
Then she was struck in the stomach, easily flung to the side like a rag doll. Though she would've tried to make another barrier, the sharp sting in her stomach was more than enough interferance. "Great, just what I needed... another red head getting in my way." she cringed, holding her stomach. Behind Miranda was Crona, with Ragnarok now in his chibified form, peeking from Crona's back.
"Welp, looks like everything's taken care of here," Ragnarok gloated, crossing his arms. "Now how about we blow this joint and try to find a home in this backwards dump?"
"B-but Ragnarok," Crona began, hesitant. "We're surrounded by people reinforced by the law, and I-!"
"I swear, Crona- if you say you don't know how to handle this, I'm gonna grab hold of your underwear and pull so hard you become constipated!"
Meanwhile, as the two of them went on with their quarraling...
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Post by doctorzero on Mar 21, 2012 17:08:50 GMT -5
“I think she’s handled. Do me a favor and keep her busy, I need to deal with Princess.”
“Your men have been fighting her for the past five minutes, I’m sure she—”
Miranda glared at him. “You don’t get it, Strahl. Every time we attempt to capture her, something always happens that’ll help her get away. I need to make sure—”
“GLACK!”
The two of them spun to see the last of Miranda’s squad fall over unconscious. And now that she could see, all of them were lying around the alley unconscious.
The REALLY noticeable thing was the man standing in the middle of them with a K.O.ed Princess slung over his shoulder. His head turned slightly to look at them, expressionless.
Miranda aimed her pistol at him. “FREEZE! Drop the—”
He threw Princess into the air, ran forward and disarmed her and threw her to the ground before she finished talking. He turned and kicked Wilhelm’s gun out of his hands as he raised it to shoot at him, then grabbed him by the arm and droved his elbow into it, breaking it.
“AAAGH!”
He threw him to the ground and caught Princess as she fell down. Without another word he leapt to Aiman and stood between her and Crona.
Without looking at her, he said, “If you wish to live, come with me.”
Miranda clambered to her feet and drew her secondary gun, aiming at the man. “STOP WHERE YOU ARE AND PUT HER DOWN!”
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