Post by Felix Falora on Apr 13, 2012 2:07:22 GMT -5
(Song for the occassion
WARNING: Heavy usage of profanity and racial slang.)
It was night around the museum. Security was out in tight force as usual. Armed with simple sidearms and flashlights, they patrolled their given routes and looked out for potential criminals. They were always good at detecting petty thieves who were willing to try and sneak in, thus detaining them and locking them up themselves. Unfortunately, the newest crime lord in the area was not one for subtlety. Leader of the 3rd Street Saints, Natalya Kruschov blew open the main gate. When the guards came, aiming their pistols out at the intruders who were coming in, they were greeted with the stream of bullets fired from a dozen assault rifles. Amongst them stood the leader herself, not willing to let her crew go on any raid without her.
She nodded to one girl, dressed in a royal purple hoodie like the others. "Go open the door and clear it. I've got ya back."
"No prob. These fuckers ain't even got cameras out here." With that spoken, the crew ran up to the door. The girl opened the door and tossed a flashbang in. There was a sudden explosion and a couple of screams. Natalya quickly rushed in and put clean shots in the heads of any of the guards there before looking at all the artifacts that were ripe to steal. "Damn, boss... how we gonna get all of these out?"
"Same way we always do. Call Pierce. Now that Oleg's got that portal shit figured out, we can easily fetch some good money on these things back at Stillwater." Natalya smirked wildly. Victory seemed on the horizon, just within her grasp.
That was until she heard the scream of one of her crew. A black man fell to the floor. A white girl soon followed. Jets of light flashed and Natalya suddenly found herself dodging a ball of fire. The fire knocked into yet another crewman who, instead of bursting into flame and dying like he should've done, was simply flung into a wall and crumpled onto the ground, unconscious. "What the fuck?!"
"So you're the one robbing the museum. Should've guessed you'd be up to no good sooner or later."
(Switch of tracks
Much safer)
Natalya turned to notice two figures. One was an armored knight of sorts who stuck out like a sore thumb. She didn't know much about the history of the world, naturally, so she would've never tied his appearance to the Crusades. The other was a young woman who looked like she had just recently reached adulthood, yet had a cold look to her eyes. Chuckling, Natalya lifted an SMG and pointed it at the gun. "And who the fuck are you? A damsel in distress and her knight in shinin' armor or some shit like that?"
"I am Alice Benard," the girl said, no humor dotting her voice, utterly serious as she pulled what appeared to be an iron pipe from her back. "For the counts of murder and attempted robbery, you and your group of thugs will be facing life in prison. Resist arrest and you'll be heading there with a concussion."
"How cute." Natalya's words were met with a raising of several pistols pointed at the two. "But you should've just stayed in school, lil' girl. Any last words?"
"Yes... Roland?"
"Of course, m'lady." Roland outstretched his hand and lightning was expelled from his gauntlets, coursing through the Saints, even Natalya, and eventually ceasing. Though the mooks dropped, the Crusader was shocked to see Natalya standing, though visibly stunned.
"The fuck was that?! Magic?!" Natalya quickly reached to grab a gun, but Alice had taken no hesitation in closing the distance and, with a loud crack, her foot met the gang leader's face with a heavy impact, causing her to fall back with a loud cry. "You... fuckin'...!" Natalya pulled out a bottle and threw it. Expecting a molotov cocktail, Alice was stunned when a gas hit her nose and she began to choke on the horrible scent. It was non-toxic, but still horrible. Whoever came up with farts in a bottle were sick puppies indeed. "Damnit... can't get you guys out of here..." Seeing her chance to escape, Natalya turned and began to try and take it. However, she was met with Roland in front of her, pointing his sword at her.
"Cease at once. You will come with us, whether willingly or in chains."
"I think I'll take option three." Natalya jumped back, pulled a combat shotgun out of the void itself (like any good GTA/SR protagonist), and opened fire on Roland. While shielded by the Nine Divines and mostly undamaged by the impact, Roland was thrown back and landed hard upon his back. Natalya then attempted to escape once more, but let out a loud yelp as her hair was yanked back. Alice had escaped the gas and now pulled the gang leader to the ground before proceeding to try and pound her into submission, delivering blow after blow upon her face. However, the fifth punch was blocked and Natalya rolled about, twisting Alice's hand and aiming to break it. She found herself quickly dodging another fireball before she could do so.
"God... Who'd have guessed a museum robbery would've quickly turned into a fight with a fuckin' Rennaisance reject and his daughter that is not goin' my way?! How does it get worse?!"
WARNING: Heavy usage of profanity and racial slang.)
It was night around the museum. Security was out in tight force as usual. Armed with simple sidearms and flashlights, they patrolled their given routes and looked out for potential criminals. They were always good at detecting petty thieves who were willing to try and sneak in, thus detaining them and locking them up themselves. Unfortunately, the newest crime lord in the area was not one for subtlety. Leader of the 3rd Street Saints, Natalya Kruschov blew open the main gate. When the guards came, aiming their pistols out at the intruders who were coming in, they were greeted with the stream of bullets fired from a dozen assault rifles. Amongst them stood the leader herself, not willing to let her crew go on any raid without her.
She nodded to one girl, dressed in a royal purple hoodie like the others. "Go open the door and clear it. I've got ya back."
"No prob. These fuckers ain't even got cameras out here." With that spoken, the crew ran up to the door. The girl opened the door and tossed a flashbang in. There was a sudden explosion and a couple of screams. Natalya quickly rushed in and put clean shots in the heads of any of the guards there before looking at all the artifacts that were ripe to steal. "Damn, boss... how we gonna get all of these out?"
"Same way we always do. Call Pierce. Now that Oleg's got that portal shit figured out, we can easily fetch some good money on these things back at Stillwater." Natalya smirked wildly. Victory seemed on the horizon, just within her grasp.
That was until she heard the scream of one of her crew. A black man fell to the floor. A white girl soon followed. Jets of light flashed and Natalya suddenly found herself dodging a ball of fire. The fire knocked into yet another crewman who, instead of bursting into flame and dying like he should've done, was simply flung into a wall and crumpled onto the ground, unconscious. "What the fuck?!"
"So you're the one robbing the museum. Should've guessed you'd be up to no good sooner or later."
(Switch of tracks
Much safer)
Natalya turned to notice two figures. One was an armored knight of sorts who stuck out like a sore thumb. She didn't know much about the history of the world, naturally, so she would've never tied his appearance to the Crusades. The other was a young woman who looked like she had just recently reached adulthood, yet had a cold look to her eyes. Chuckling, Natalya lifted an SMG and pointed it at the gun. "And who the fuck are you? A damsel in distress and her knight in shinin' armor or some shit like that?"
"I am Alice Benard," the girl said, no humor dotting her voice, utterly serious as she pulled what appeared to be an iron pipe from her back. "For the counts of murder and attempted robbery, you and your group of thugs will be facing life in prison. Resist arrest and you'll be heading there with a concussion."
"How cute." Natalya's words were met with a raising of several pistols pointed at the two. "But you should've just stayed in school, lil' girl. Any last words?"
"Yes... Roland?"
"Of course, m'lady." Roland outstretched his hand and lightning was expelled from his gauntlets, coursing through the Saints, even Natalya, and eventually ceasing. Though the mooks dropped, the Crusader was shocked to see Natalya standing, though visibly stunned.
"The fuck was that?! Magic?!" Natalya quickly reached to grab a gun, but Alice had taken no hesitation in closing the distance and, with a loud crack, her foot met the gang leader's face with a heavy impact, causing her to fall back with a loud cry. "You... fuckin'...!" Natalya pulled out a bottle and threw it. Expecting a molotov cocktail, Alice was stunned when a gas hit her nose and she began to choke on the horrible scent. It was non-toxic, but still horrible. Whoever came up with farts in a bottle were sick puppies indeed. "Damnit... can't get you guys out of here..." Seeing her chance to escape, Natalya turned and began to try and take it. However, she was met with Roland in front of her, pointing his sword at her.
"Cease at once. You will come with us, whether willingly or in chains."
"I think I'll take option three." Natalya jumped back, pulled a combat shotgun out of the void itself (like any good GTA/SR protagonist), and opened fire on Roland. While shielded by the Nine Divines and mostly undamaged by the impact, Roland was thrown back and landed hard upon his back. Natalya then attempted to escape once more, but let out a loud yelp as her hair was yanked back. Alice had escaped the gas and now pulled the gang leader to the ground before proceeding to try and pound her into submission, delivering blow after blow upon her face. However, the fifth punch was blocked and Natalya rolled about, twisting Alice's hand and aiming to break it. She found herself quickly dodging another fireball before she could do so.
"God... Who'd have guessed a museum robbery would've quickly turned into a fight with a fuckin' Rennaisance reject and his daughter that is not goin' my way?! How does it get worse?!"
