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genessia2017-10-05 08:36 pm
orlokbutterfly) wrote in genessia2017-10-05 08:36 pm
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Operation 20 | [Video/Private Action]
[Private Action - Among the Willows Bounty: Tailing Quigley]
[Gale had waited some time since he'd taken up this bounty, long enough that one might wonder if he was even going to do it at all. But if there was one thing for certain, Orlok doesn't just "give up" or "forget" - he doesn't let his prey get away.
There was subtle strategy... or maybe in reality, Gale was playing mind games with his target. Truth was, he'd already tailed that ridiculous cowboy cyborg numerous times, but it was always under the guise of Kharon. Attacks from the sniper were conveniently thwarted every time due to some well placed ice shields to take the shots in place of the intended target, and once sufficient attention was brought upon him the gunman had to be forced to retreat every time before the authorities showed up. Those augmented eyes may have been good for targeting, but those should didn't save him from the misfortune of light glinting off of a gun's scope. What an amateur.
And as time went on, the target's buddies were caught and taken into custody, leaving only that Quigley fellow still on the loose. Now was probably the time Gale should stop messing with him, even if it was fun constantly humiliating the guy and steadily taking away all the threat he posed to the city. If watching those old western movies taught Gale anything, the target was likely gearing up to bust his buddies out of jail, and at this point, Gale was certain that with those eyes, Quigley would have been able to see Kharon on a few occasions and would know to target him. Which meant Gale had a decoy, and all that meant was cutting Quigley off and take him down so he could join his little friends in a cell where they belonged.
Tracking him at nightfall was a breeze, all thanks to his butterfly mask, but he wouldn't be able to keep it on the whole time. Not while wearing Kharon's face. His plan now was simple: he'd enter a nearby established while garbed in a red coat, to let Quigley know his location and what he was wearing, just enough information to get him on the radar. His placement inside the building made it so that the sniper wouldn't be able to get a shot off, so he had to wait for the red coated man to come back out. Hidden in the corner, Gale kept a close eye on the sniper's location with his mask and just as he had hoped, the target hadn't moved. That meant he knew the kind of threat Kharon would be to his mission to bust out his friends. Perfect.
Gale lifted the coat's hood, reaching to the device on his belt to drop the holographic disguise as he set food back outside- and then the gunshot. A warning flickered on the mask's HUD as he swiftly moved to the side, bringing up a shield of ice to deflect it just in case. Now it was on, and Gale was going to enjoy himself. He was a wide open target with no intention of fleeing the scene, and instead he was going to piss Quigley off one last time- by dancing and dodging around every shot that came his way. And wasting time also helped the nearby pedestrians get away and into cover, so sure there was that too. He twisted around and was quick on his feet, even going so far as to add to the mockery by making a pole of ice in the middle of the street to twirl around on as each bullet whizzed past him. And then was the opening he was waiting for- the gunman needing to change clips. Gale sneered, twirling around one last time and launching a shard of sharp ice up to the gunner's location on the roof- the ice piercing through the scope and into his eye.
As the sniper recoiled, Gale dashed towards the building and leapt up, using a combination of wind and ice magic to create platforms and lift to carry him quickly to the rooftop. He flipped forward, bringing his boot's metal heel down onto Quigley's head to strike him down onto the roof. With a grin, Gale stood over him, digging his heel into his down opponent's wrist.]
Sorry there, Angel Eyes. Your luck's run out and now it's game over for you.
[Video]
[Gale was back in his Skyhouse home, lounging around on the couch while the device was propped up on the table towards him. He was still wearing that same red coat from earlier, he must not have gotten back very long ago. In the background was a shelf of figures in silly poses, such as the last wave of Guardian and Deputy figures looking like they were playing Monopoly (complete with small game props) with Blaze making it rain money on Weiss, Haller laying on the board and Xander was under a box labeled 'jail'. There were also magical boy figures in silly poses, just because. What? He won them from the newspaper. He likes those figures.]
So, I gotta pose a few questions for you lot on the network. First off, any of you able to give me a list of good charities to work with? I need this information for somethin'. Can be for any city, s'long as it's an official reputable charity that I can throw money to.
And for you folks that hang out in Everglade, say a new bar or hangout opens up. [Totally not hinting or anything.] What kinda drinks are you gonna be lookin' for? I'm afraid I'm pretty unfamiliar with what kinda folk hang out in that city, and bein' able to accomodate as many folks as possible is pretty important.
[While he was pondering what else to say, his Cubone was climbing up on a chair visible in the back of the video feed to stare out the window. Just as it looked like Gale was about to say something, he was startled when he heard Cubone suddenly begin crying while it stared at the full moon.]
E-eh? Murray, what's up?
[Gale got up and looked around, confirming that Gunner, Ivy, Mareep and Aerodactyl weren't around to have possibly done something to Cubone. So now he was mildly distressed, going over to pick up Cubone and hold him. Gale looked back at the device, looking a bit panicked and concerned.]
Uhhh. Okay. Third question, why is Cubone here crying and how can I get him to stop?
[BECAUSE WHY WAS HIS CUTE ADORABLE BUDDY CRYING? Gale doesn't understand!]
[Gale had waited some time since he'd taken up this bounty, long enough that one might wonder if he was even going to do it at all. But if there was one thing for certain, Orlok doesn't just "give up" or "forget" - he doesn't let his prey get away.
There was subtle strategy... or maybe in reality, Gale was playing mind games with his target. Truth was, he'd already tailed that ridiculous cowboy cyborg numerous times, but it was always under the guise of Kharon. Attacks from the sniper were conveniently thwarted every time due to some well placed ice shields to take the shots in place of the intended target, and once sufficient attention was brought upon him the gunman had to be forced to retreat every time before the authorities showed up. Those augmented eyes may have been good for targeting, but those should didn't save him from the misfortune of light glinting off of a gun's scope. What an amateur.
And as time went on, the target's buddies were caught and taken into custody, leaving only that Quigley fellow still on the loose. Now was probably the time Gale should stop messing with him, even if it was fun constantly humiliating the guy and steadily taking away all the threat he posed to the city. If watching those old western movies taught Gale anything, the target was likely gearing up to bust his buddies out of jail, and at this point, Gale was certain that with those eyes, Quigley would have been able to see Kharon on a few occasions and would know to target him. Which meant Gale had a decoy, and all that meant was cutting Quigley off and take him down so he could join his little friends in a cell where they belonged.
Tracking him at nightfall was a breeze, all thanks to his butterfly mask, but he wouldn't be able to keep it on the whole time. Not while wearing Kharon's face. His plan now was simple: he'd enter a nearby established while garbed in a red coat, to let Quigley know his location and what he was wearing, just enough information to get him on the radar. His placement inside the building made it so that the sniper wouldn't be able to get a shot off, so he had to wait for the red coated man to come back out. Hidden in the corner, Gale kept a close eye on the sniper's location with his mask and just as he had hoped, the target hadn't moved. That meant he knew the kind of threat Kharon would be to his mission to bust out his friends. Perfect.
Gale lifted the coat's hood, reaching to the device on his belt to drop the holographic disguise as he set food back outside- and then the gunshot. A warning flickered on the mask's HUD as he swiftly moved to the side, bringing up a shield of ice to deflect it just in case. Now it was on, and Gale was going to enjoy himself. He was a wide open target with no intention of fleeing the scene, and instead he was going to piss Quigley off one last time- by dancing and dodging around every shot that came his way. And wasting time also helped the nearby pedestrians get away and into cover, so sure there was that too. He twisted around and was quick on his feet, even going so far as to add to the mockery by making a pole of ice in the middle of the street to twirl around on as each bullet whizzed past him. And then was the opening he was waiting for- the gunman needing to change clips. Gale sneered, twirling around one last time and launching a shard of sharp ice up to the gunner's location on the roof- the ice piercing through the scope and into his eye.
As the sniper recoiled, Gale dashed towards the building and leapt up, using a combination of wind and ice magic to create platforms and lift to carry him quickly to the rooftop. He flipped forward, bringing his boot's metal heel down onto Quigley's head to strike him down onto the roof. With a grin, Gale stood over him, digging his heel into his down opponent's wrist.]
Sorry there, Angel Eyes. Your luck's run out and now it's game over for you.
[Video]
[Gale was back in his Skyhouse home, lounging around on the couch while the device was propped up on the table towards him. He was still wearing that same red coat from earlier, he must not have gotten back very long ago. In the background was a shelf of figures in silly poses, such as the last wave of Guardian and Deputy figures looking like they were playing Monopoly (complete with small game props) with Blaze making it rain money on Weiss, Haller laying on the board and Xander was under a box labeled 'jail'. There were also magical boy figures in silly poses, just because. What? He won them from the newspaper. He likes those figures.]
So, I gotta pose a few questions for you lot on the network. First off, any of you able to give me a list of good charities to work with? I need this information for somethin'. Can be for any city, s'long as it's an official reputable charity that I can throw money to.
And for you folks that hang out in Everglade, say a new bar or hangout opens up. [Totally not hinting or anything.] What kinda drinks are you gonna be lookin' for? I'm afraid I'm pretty unfamiliar with what kinda folk hang out in that city, and bein' able to accomodate as many folks as possible is pretty important.
[While he was pondering what else to say, his Cubone was climbing up on a chair visible in the back of the video feed to stare out the window. Just as it looked like Gale was about to say something, he was startled when he heard Cubone suddenly begin crying while it stared at the full moon.]
E-eh? Murray, what's up?
[Gale got up and looked around, confirming that Gunner, Ivy, Mareep and Aerodactyl weren't around to have possibly done something to Cubone. So now he was mildly distressed, going over to pick up Cubone and hold him. Gale looked back at the device, looking a bit panicked and concerned.]
Uhhh. Okay. Third question, why is Cubone here crying and how can I get him to stop?
[BECAUSE WHY WAS HIS CUTE ADORABLE BUDDY CRYING? Gale doesn't understand!]
video;
[She has no idea what a cubone is.]
What is a cubone?
video;
Cubone's this little guy. He's a type of creature that everyone hear called Pokemon.
[He purses his lips.]
I really don't know what's wrong. I don't know what to do.
video;
[She wasn't sure if that was the case or not, she knew little to nothing about them.]
video;
[He looks at Cubone with concern. Can Pokemon get homesick? Maybe he'll need to hit the library and see if there are books on them. Taking care of them and feeding them hasn't been an issue, but this? This is new.]
Ah- c'mon, Murray, it's okay. [God, Gale doesn't know how to handle children when they cry, let alone little creatures with skulls on their heads. This is a man way out of his element.]
video;
[She figured she might as well offer even though she knows little to nothing. But she seemed determined to try.]
video;
I may take you up on that, actually. Maybe this takes more of a feminine touch, which I certainly don't have.
[And right now, he'll try anything.]
video;
[Action]
The kind of drinks I want are the free kind. Preferrably served by a tall, dark, strong, handsome man.
[Action]
Oh yeah? And what if a man of that description offered you one right now?
[Not that he's totally implying that he's handsome or anythin--okay yeah he's definitely saying that.]
[Action]
Then I accept it immediately and with the utmost gratitude.
*Yeah, she knows his game, but she is willing to accept it. She does agree, after all*
[Action]
Well, what can I grab for you then? Or am I not tall or dark enough to get you something?
[He gives her a cheekier grin as he stood up, switching his device's video feed off in the process. He'll still fetch her a drink regardless, after he shrugs off that red coat and tossing it over a chair.
Of course, he's got a bit of an alternate plan too. He knows how to take a hint. Drinks will certainly be a good start though.]
[Action]
Anything stiff and delicious.
*There may be the tiniest hint of an eyebrow raise after she states her request - make of that what you will, Gale*
[Action]
Oh, Faye. With those kinds of words I sometimes think you're after my own heart.
[He just pours some straight whiskey this time, deciding not to go too fancy this time. He takes the glasses back over and offers her one while his eyes narrow, a smirk coming to his face.]
Or maybe not my heart. Even I do know when to take a hint sometimes.
[Action]
Only your whiskey, sweetie.
*Even if he has taken a hint, she isn't one for giving herself up easily*