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poly_chromatic2013-06-18 05:34 pm
theonewhodied) wrote in poly_chromatic2013-06-18 05:34 pm
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#004 [(Accidental) Video]
[The video feed starts with a dizzying blur of colour, a black clad arm flapping uselessly.]
Unhand me, trash! How dare you manhandle your—
Wah!
[And out of the well-lit interior of the office building out into the considerably brighter City. Naoi's being shoved outside, hauled out by security.
The communicator he's swinging so carelessly, seemingly unaware of the fact that it's recording, shows a familiar raven-haired girl likewise being taken outside.
Evidently, they were trying to snoop around the Deities' office building, when through one fault or another (good bets on "ruckus and mayhem"), they were caught.]
Unhand me, trash! How dare you manhandle your—
Wah!
[And out of the well-lit interior of the office building out into the considerably brighter City. Naoi's being shoved outside, hauled out by security.
The communicator he's swinging so carelessly, seemingly unaware of the fact that it's recording, shows a familiar raven-haired girl likewise being taken outside.
Evidently, they were trying to snoop around the Deities' office building, when through one fault or another (good bets on "ruckus and mayhem"), they were caught.]
action; because all my characters are weirdos with some tie to the supernatural o/
((Ha! Sure. x3))
Re: action; apparently XD
Humans don't usually look up. Even if Naoi is, she doesn't want to get too close just yet. Two throws should catch him -- one that he might actually dodge, but the other aimed at where he would be had he done so.
She climbs the fire escape of a three-story building nearby and crouches low as she scoots over to the edge. Her knives are stashed all over her, mostly strapped to her legs and body, and she pulls two of them out and holds one in each hand.
Her AI mind rehearses the timing quickly. Pop up, the angle will be just so, release at certain velocity, twist the hand and wrist as such...and hopefully either the first or second should catch him on the body. She doesn't want to go for a neck or head shot because the body is a larger, more inertial, and more reliable target, and it has larger soft areas. She's not that strong, so she hopes gravity helps here.
Three...two...one...
She pops up just enough over the side of the rooftop that she can flip the two knives into the air, one after another. The first one is aimed at the left side of Naoi's ribs; the next is to the right, where she hopes he'll dodge if he sees the first one coming.]
action;
A sharp intake of breath as he instinctively lurches forward, bearing on the wound, but he doesn't pull it out or rise again, choosing to run while leaning forward, barely missing the next knife. With the hand that isn't clutching his wound, he aims his gun in the direction she attacked him from and opens fire. Every move is made in rapid succession, seemingly in the same instant; he might not be very hardy, but he is fast, recovering, evading, and preparing for his next attack in mere seconds.]
Re: action;
Well, that's a data point. Suddenly she is at a serious disadvantage. Knives are slow; bullets are fast. Guns are ranged; knives are...less ranged. She didn't have any good sight on what the gun was, though "handgun" is at least decent enough for an approximation of range. Either way, she's inside his damage radius.
The alleys are small here, but she's not exactly athletic. Very average, really. Trained enough to run around a starship, not nearly enough to be hurdling alleyways. She has to take the long way down and fight from the ground now, since he will be avoiding this rooftop.
She drops down each of the ladders -- boom boom boom goes the fire escape -- and then to the ground. He knows exactly where she is now, so she takes off at a sprint.
Damn, human bodies are not equipped for this by default. The Network is telling her his location, but right now she's open. Where he goes next will tell her what to do...]
action;
When she runs out, the side he's hiding behind leaves him exposed, so he moves his "shield" and aims to fire again, as soon as she enters his range.
If she spares a second glance and knows her firearms: it's a pistol, German-made. Heckler & Koch. Semi-automatic, lightweight, ambidextrous safety. If she's lucky, he's just left-handed. Worst case scenario? He has no dominant shooting hand.]
action;
Except he's not, he's crouched, and her Network analysis can't tell her either his position or what he's holding, and that shield takes the laser knife as she dives around the corner. A loud angry whine and a shower of sparks later, the lid is still mostly intact, although it's good for him that his fingers weren't in the way of the "blade."
Unlike him, she has no such barrier against weaponry, and a trash can lid wouldn't stop a bullet, anyway...]
action; have I mentioned lately that I am the worst at action sequences, because it's true. xD;
Re: action; you're fine! :)
Blood is soaking into her gray shirt now, but nothing vital has been hit -- even so, big holes in the body are still big holes whether or not they're in an important location, and she won't be able to keep this up.
She grabs for the gun arm, this time trying to pin his forearm and drive the laser-blade into it. She doesn't need to cut the arm off; doing damage to the tendons will prevent his hand from closing.
She hopes. Her mind is a little fuzzier than it usually is, because the biological rush is getting in the way. Damn human body.]
action; thanks!
Fortunately, the new pain makes him forget that of the blade in his chest. So he lets go and fetches his second gun. Fire at her. Fire at her head, her neck, chest, anywhere, just make her stop.]
action;
Except now the loud wailing in her human ears, the sudden presence of the second gun that she didn't see, and now the sudden flash of another influence in her mind have stalled her for too long. Green eyes meet red, and now the lightning-fast computation has slowed, curling in on itself as it tries to root out whatever is there, trying to free itself, getting caught up.
Which is the point where the bullets bite into flesh, that tiny fraction of pause, and now he's shooting wildly and there is blood coming from her shoulder and a graze on her arm and one of her ribs is aching like a hammer just pounded it in and then -- crack -- one of them gets her in the jaw.
The force of the shot throws her head back, and where the head goes, the body follows. Flecks of blood and bone fly out as it the bullet whittles the side of her face to a raw edge, tearing open her cheek and chin and landing somewhere in the lower part of her skull.
She lies back on the ground, vision pulsing and pounding as her brain tries frantically to shut down the pain, but it's not particularly possible; the human reactions have overwhelmed her.
She can still speak, but it hurts like being shot all over again just to move her jaw. She tries to move, but now it's away from him.
Then it hits her: he has her, if he wants.
Humans. Not again. Never again. Why...why did I? I said I...I...I don't...I...
No. No, she...did do that, didn't she? The City, the human body, all of it is getting to her. And now all she can hear is the ticking noise, and as she reaches up to try to cover the bleeding from her face, she activates the distress beacon that she programmed in the moment she arrived in the City...]