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Let's carve him as a dish fit for the gods [Open]

Dec 15, 2009 21:54

The players: Jan, Basch, Roy, and various interested parties.
The part: Vigilante justice. Perhaps two steps to the left of mob justice. Eventual arrest by the castle guards.
The stage: In the road before Knight & Page.
The set: Just after dusk.
The direction: Quicklog. Tag when you can. Cassius and Brutus did not take turns, and nor shall we.

( Not hew him as a carcass fit for hounds. )

jan valentine, Ω selene, Ω roy harper, basch fon ronsenburg, tsukiyono omi, war

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How could I resist? carmined December 16 2009, 06:54:42 UTC

[Obvious and familiar, that - and maybe the sound of a broadsword being drawn from the leather straps holding it in place is just as familiar to Roy.

No fooling around, this time: War's sick of that. No, this time is the real thing - or, as close as she can get to the real thing without it being the actual, you know, Apocalypse.]

Fancy meeting you here.

deals_death December 16 2009, 08:03:23 UTC

[Selene was not far behind War, pistols strapped to both thighs, though they probably all knew she was far more deadly with her fists.

She was silent behind Carmine, watching and waiting.]

bitchin_beanie December 18 2009, 06:07:30 UTC

[Jan finds himself knocked forcibly out of the store, caught up with one arm tangled in rope and the other out of commission. He lands on his back and stays there just long enough to shoot an upside down glance at those assembled, tense, and grin.]

A whole fuckin' welcome party! I'm impressed! [And then he's moving, flipping over and leaping away--far as he can with that rope doing its job.]

eatshootsnleves December 18 2009, 06:42:31 UTC

Just for you. [Roy fires to catch Jan's knee in midair.] Don't you feel special.

[He backs up as Jan leaps, and cedes melee space to the ladies.]

carmined December 18 2009, 07:24:43 UTC

[She moves like one who has had a very long time to get used to dealing with tight spaces and other people - it's two steps to the side, a slide around Roy that takes as little effort as is humanly possible (and maybe even slightly less than), and then she's drawing that ugly broadsword up and over her shoulder for a long, swooping cut across her body.

She doesn't think she'll hit him - he's proven himself a little too slippery for that - but she knows that he knows he has to get the hell out of the way of her swing or risk losing something important. And maybe, in the process, he'll move just right for someone to put a bullet somewhere that hurts.]