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With Friends Like These, who needs anemones [Cheesy]
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Thus far the laser tracker hadn’t failed him. He’d gotten this far and like hell was he about to let the prey get away now.
Esca was little more than a blur against the metal warehouse walls, even his armor blending in as he moved about. His natural cloaking kept him from being nothing more than an anomaly in camera footage, and what security systems were in place were disabled upon his passing. He moved quietly, and his feet leaving no trace as they scraped across concrete and metal grates where his prey had left a cacophonous trail in his wake.
He moved like any other prey, noisily, breathing heavily, sweating and leaving massive amounts of heat signatures on his tracer, the hud of his mask adjusting to the depth of field as he saw that heat signature move around a corner and through a series of crates. The large boxes might have hid him well from view, but it would just take a few swift movements and Esca would be on him like a cat on a mouse.
Mice, however, were never this difficult.
Ardan Troy was a wanted man. Probably took some wee old lady’s shopping goods and made off with it. Or stepped on too many small children in his time on the playground. Or maybe he’d stolen someone’s winnings in a card game, but whatever the case there was a hefty price on his head and it was one that Esca planned to collect on. Bounties were generally easy, particularly when the prey didn’t see him coming.
They rarely ever did. And on Cancer, even with his scales and spines, he blended in with the rest of the rabble here. It was a motley collection of scoundrels, gamblers, mercenaries, pirates, murderers, artists, and other hunters like him out for a quick score. Ardan was good at covering his steps. Mostly, anyway. But a slip up at a casino had caused him to be kicked out, half drunk, with a broken hand, and no one to give a shit about it. Except Esca of course.
With the prey crippled, it’d make his capture that much easier.
The layout of the warehouse was leveled, it was an older structure in the middle of a busy street within the station’s center, and a broken window later had Ardan crawling inside, quickly followed by the Jauxi. It would have been ideal to push him into a trap, net him and drag him out. But the quiet building, save for the guards on staff, would make an ideal amush spot, and his ship wasn’t too far away thankfully.
Esca’s hud blinked with the signature’s movement, he climbed higher onto some shelving, his clawed feet making nothing more than a soft tapping here and there in the darkness of that wide room, and he avoided the laserlight scope of a camera above him. Ardan was moving into the next room, a hallway bordering the movement of a guard. No other casualties were necessary, and Esca’s business was with the prey.
Ardan managed to evade the guard’s patrol, and Esca spied a ventilation shaft not far from him. He made a running jump and dug his claws out into the vent’s outcropping, gripping it and prying the plate right open before crawling through. It was a wide cylindrical tunnel, and a direct route to the next room.
Esca carefully pushed the grate off at the exit and looked around for the prey, not seeing anything else other than traces of other heat signatures from abnormal materials in the room. It was hot in here. With three guards patrolling the grounds. One on each corridor and one in the center. Two of them however seem preoccupied with a conversation just below him, where he launched himself again from the vent’s outcropping, the power in his legs bursting his forward thrust.
He landed with a soft roll into a box, and the movement was enough to disturb that conversation. Quietly, Esca cursed while the voices below echoed with subsequent, “What the fuck was that?” and lights began to flash around them.
Well, shit. Esca, growled softly, a soft purr that echoed just at the base of his throat and he quickly began searching for Ardan’s trace. Little shit wasn’t going to get away.
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Re: With Friends Like These, who needs anemones [Cheesy]
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July 17, 2018, 08:04:36 pm »
Onesies, twosies, threesies, foursies.
Phrike stood there counting in her head after she dropped the fourth guard, pulling her hand back from where she'd clawed out his throat, watching his body slump to the ground with the others with her default expression: wide-eyed and apathetic. Mildly curious, if anything. She sniffed the air, but all she could taste were these uniform-wearing buffoons. No dice.
Looking up afforded her the opening to a vent, and after a bit of a jump and hooking her claws in it, she was able to yank it down through sheer force of her weight alone. With another jump she hopped inside, using her arms and wings to wedge herself in there and start the vigorous climb up. Her long, pointed ears twitched--she thought she heard banging elsewhere in the vent, echoing from far away.
None of her business. Coulda been rats. Coulda been people. Coulda coulda coulda, she didn't care.
This person she was hunting--that was all she cared about. And she didn't give a shit about who she had to kill to get to him. Apparently, this Ardan Troy knew something, knew something about her
real
prey.
And information like that was so valuable, so hard to come by, even if it turned out to be a dead end or a lead to the wrong person--she still had to try. This was her job, and she would see it through to the end.
Crawling through the vents she listened for the sounds of panic but all she heard were distressed radio signals from guards below who'd found the others she'd slaughtered earlier. They ran in packs of onesies, twosies, threesies, foursies. She clacked her teeth in frustration and continued to slither along, that was, until she caught a whiff.
Like a hound she followed it through the vents until she saw him, that little man moving below her, a mere grate separating them. But she had to be careful and quick, because if she lost him or if someone else caught him, that'd mean the end of it. Another dead end. And all back to square one again.
She refused to let that happen.
Quickly she set to work with a tool pulled from the belt attached to her corset, unscrewing the bolts of the grate as quietly as she could so she could slip out and tail him. However, she didn't realize that she wasn't the only one after him. And once the grate started to bend and wobble horribly when she shifted her weight on an area by one screw, it seemed fate had decided it was time she find that out.
With a loud and cacophonous
EEEEEEEEEER
the metal bent under her weight and the grate came undone before she'd meant it to. She found herself tumbling through the hole, the distance too short from vent to floor to open her wings and save herself. A rough fall it looked like it was going to be--that was until she landed on something.
Rather soft, kind of warm, mostly squishy and fleshy. She realized after a moment of her sitting on this warm thing, legs on either side of her as she sat upright and realized that she wasn't on top of something, but rather someone.
And she glanced down and saw that she was sitting on this person's face, and realized it as she felt their breath right along her inner thighs and other....... Parts.
Hm. Hadn't been expecting that. Oh shit, and that was the sound of guards coming and Ardan's shoes squeaking on the floor.
Without even as much as a simple "Sorry" Phrike was up on her feet, claws scraping against the floor as she launched herself after the prey, her long legs carrying her around crates and over machinery as she swiftly caught up to him with her raptor-like run.
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Re: With Friends Like These, who needs anemones [Cheesy]
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September 20, 2018, 07:49:23 pm »
Esca was right on top of him. Just another jump and he’d have his head in his hands and carried off with him to complete his bounty and he’d be off to the next one. Or he would have if something didn’t immediately have to squish him down and make him dazed when he hit the ground with a heavy thud. Esca was half dizzy and wildly flailed his limbs about as said thing nearly suffocated him. Even through the guard of his mask, the scents were heavy all around him. Nearly dizzying.
And the scent of orange creamsicle was nearly overwhelming, definitely female from the scent, but soon it was off his face and running after
his
target! Esca shook his head, getting a view of something orange and bird-like, wings kept aerodynamically close to her as she bolted for the prey.
His
Prey! Red hot rage seethed across his vision, momentarily the hud re-evaluating the distance between him and Troy. And the more he waited the further away he would get.
Esca rolled to his feet and pulled a tool from the band on his wrist - a weighted electrified net - and launched it at the orange two-legged orange blob-woman thing, whatever she was. The net fired with pristine precision and the balls wrapped around each other to knot at the ends, keeping her enclosed. A flip of the switch and jolts burst and zapped along the metallic chain netting intent on incapacitating the Blob.
The Headhunter somersaulted over her and pulled another tool from his belt, a longer electrified staff that he thwapped against the ground and sent a jolt into the metal shelving Troy was currently trying to climb. The man screamed and fell down 10 feet, the thud making his back ache and his head spin from the sheer force of it.
Esca wasn’t going to bother dealing with the guards at this point. The Fat Orange Blob could handle them if she managed to get free from the shock net. He wasn’t going to wait and when he had Troy at his feet he picked the man up by the arm, who was still dizzied from the shock and drooling to say the least and hoisted him over his shoulder. Esca crouched down and leapt upward grasping the shelving with one hand and heading up through the skylight in the roof.
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Re: With Friends Like These, who needs anemones [Cheesy]
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September 20, 2018, 08:12:47 pm »
Her claws were clacking loud against the concrete as she bolted after her prey with remarkable speed. Just as she was about to get closer she'd started to open her wings to aid her in a mighty pounce, there was a strange sound behind her and then she felt something burning hot settle over her skin. In a moment she was sent tumbling to the floor, her chin smacking onto the concrete and making her dizzy as bolts of electricity started coarsing through her.
Her muscles tensed and she couldn't move, temporarily paralyzed as she shrieked in pain from the surprise of the attack. Who--?!
The answer to her question somersaulted right over her as she twitched and shivered on the floor and watched the very guy she fell on take off after her prey!!
It took several moments of her muscles spasming before she started to gain control again. She resisted the urge to spit up flames; doing that with metal nets was usually a bad idea. Instead she let her rage fuel her physically, taking in a sharp breath and forcing her wings to expand, lashing her tail and snapping the weak points of the net as she tossed it off and let out a raptor-like screech.
Launching forward again as this strange masked person grabbed her prey and started upwards she opened her wings as she ran and jumped; with a pump of her wings she was whistling through the air, headed right for the stranger. Opening her wingspan wide with her limbs outstretched, she landed right on the wall, her limbs caging him in as she sank her claws into pre-existing cracks on the concrete and pulled her wings in around them. She roared in his face, or not-face, since it was covered by that stupid mask.
In a split second one of her hands lost its grip and her wings flapped to keep her balanced there on the wall; her clawed hand flailed briefly and instead caught in the shirt and skin of the target's back. Hooking her claws in she pushed off the wall and yanked the man with her, but lost her grip before she could catch him in both hands. So the prey fell, screaming and flailing, and the distance was too short for her to catch up. So instead she just hovered there and watched as the guy hit the ground head first and splattered.
Well.
That works.
Phrike tucked her wings in and dropped, alighting next to the body as she got down on all fours and started sniffing at the body before she opened her mouth and sunk her teeth into the now-corpse's shoulder and started to drag him away like a feral dog, a large trail of blood dragging across the concrete in the body's wake.
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Re: With Friends Like These, who needs anemones [Cheesy]
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September 20, 2018, 09:23:15 pm »
The climb would have been quick and relatively painless, the prey was acquired and Esca would have made it to the roof no problem if the Fat Orange Blob just minded her own goddamn business. BUTNOOooooooOOooooo
o. Of course not. Just when he could have gotten around to fulfilling the damn contract she plopped right on top of him and caged him with her wings, screamed in his face and wrenched the target right from his grasp.
Esca clung to the walls when she tried to readjust and then...
Splat!
... Just like that.
He hissed and would have bit her if she didn't follow the corpse down to the ground and tried to grab it like a dog, pulling it with her teeth, as part of the skull was cracked and she smeared Troy's brains across the ground when she pulled it. He needed that! Esca hissed and lunged for her, pointing his plasma cannon at her and fired a shot at her stupid fat blob head!
He hissed again and lunged for the body, gripping the other half of the corpse that was Ardan Troy and pulling it to claim it as his own.
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Re: With Friends Like These, who needs anemones [Cheesy]
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September 20, 2018, 10:18:56 pm »
Of course that wouldn't be the end of it--she honestly should've thought that through better, but sometimes old habits died hard.
She saw him hiss as she backed away with her catch, her eyes glinting something fierce like a feral cat about to open a whole can of whoopass on some other cat, and her wings unfolded and flared out in an attempt to make herself look bigger and more intimidating. She growled but it was muffled and garbled with the blood and shoulder in her mouth. It probably looked more silly than it did scary.
She saw him grab for his gun and spontaneously remembered she had hands; grabbing the body she hoisted it up just in time to catch the plasma shot. She poked her head out from behind him and snarled, and when the masked stranger got close enough to grab onto a leg she held steady, her arms wrapped tight around the body's upper torso like they were two children fighting over a giant teddy bear.
They wrestled and wrangled, and she pulled so hard against him that her claws were sliding and scraping on the concrete. She snarled and growled, hissing and spitting and just as she started to make the necessary coughs to get the components of her throat and mouth prepared, shouting echoed and bounced off of the walls. Her head turned and she saw the guards running in, and completely forgetting that she was currently playing tug-of-war, opened her wings wide and jumped right into the air.
However, she was still holding on tight to the corpse's upper body, the mangled and bloody brain-leaking head lolling against her shoulder as she beat her wings. But in their game it seemed like they were both stronger than they realized; while Esca was yanked off the ground along with, his weight hanging off of the legs he'd been pulling on was just too much for the corpse to deal with. With Esca a few meters off the ground, the twisted and distressed tendons and spine snapped and the torso tore and fell--and Esca with it.
The splatter of intestines and other internal organs hitting the floor was pretty satisfying admittedly, but also a bit disappointing because they usually made for good chewy snacks.
Ultimately, Phrike didn't give a shit about any of that though, because she had a torso and that was still more than plenty to eat er turn in to her boss and then maybe probably eat anyways.
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