Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25686329-20150429205054/@comment-25686329-20150503021723

Hourhand sneered.



"Punches first, puns later. Don't get used to this."



Hourhand caught a thug's arm midswing, wrapped her own arm around it, and dislocated it with brutal prescision. She threw the now-unconcious man at another of his friends, allowing her enough cover to kick off the wall and catch another thug with an elbow as she dropped into a crouch.

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Six-Shot was at a warehouse down on 11th Street, shipping illegal goods. Little did he know, the authories had notified Seven Veil, wanting him to come aphrehend the gangster and stop the weapons deal.

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"I have my methods." Backbeat giggled. "I was thinking... Frick, I don't know. you'll hear music and see... explosions... Just follow those."

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">She was suddenly alerted to the presence of Superpan at the base of the Steel Mill, thanks to her Sweepers.

<span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">"Hangon, I gatanother call coming." Backbeat said, hanging up. She ordered Bristle to set off some bombs around the city. She pressed the PA button so Pan could hear her voice.

<span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">"What the crap do you want, Pan?"

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((StarStripe is actually The Yankee. A cocky, over-confident, jerk Prosecuting Attorney by day and a vigilante with a dubious sense of justice/morals by night. However, he has made his secret identity public to feed his ego. I'd like it if Pythia was sort of his PR/ business representative...?))

<span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">StarStripe barged into Pythia's meeting, gun hanging off his hip and smile blazing.

<span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">"Another bunch of jack-arsed beurocrats pushing paper while the streets are lit on fire." StarStripe wheeled around several times in a swivel chair as he sat down.

<span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">"I'm, uh, only here for the sake of saying I showed up..." He said. "...and to speak with my associate ."