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Post by ELIZAH on Mar 26, 2012 16:52:16 GMT -6
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Marco was with Elizah already as they entered Loguetown. The marine owed his partner a lot at this point. The guy had been his best man at his wedding, and was now here with him to take care of some unfinished business regarding his wife leaving him and kidnapping his daughters.
With his sniper hanging over his back, his two pistols were holstered at his hips, his grenades next to them, and remaining equipment attached to him, he looked as though he were here on a mission to kill. Normally, had he been in any other town, this appearance would be foolish. However, this was Loguetown, and at this point, Elizah didn't give a shit.
Lifting his wide, darkly shaded aviator sunglasses to his face, he looked around, the sun heating his black t-shirt that clung tightly to his body, revealing his well built body and muscular figure. He was well built, but Marco had him beat in that area. Elizah had always been the brains in a fight, not to say that Marco wasn't intelligent, he just wasn't the tactical thinker that Elizah was.
"Where's Jack...?"
He muttered, looking around the cluttered bay. The man his father sent was supposed to be meet them in Loguetown; he was supposed to be very close to his father, and if his father trusted him, Elizah would give him the benefit of the doubt. Even so, at this point, Marco was the only man he trusted his life with.
The hotel they were staying in was close to the port, thanks to some digging around he did before setting sail to the area. He just hoped the bastard was still there. Chances were Elizah would kill the man, but no one took his daughters from him. No one.
"....." He wasn't in a talkative mood- he was about to murder a man in cold blood, and go against everything he stood for. His position was most unfavorable.
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Post by MARCO V. NOIR on Mar 26, 2012 16:56:20 GMT -6
NO HELL BELOW US ABOVE US ONLY SKY
Behind the marine Elizah Sinn was the man known as a rising star in the marines, Marco V. Noir. Although these days instead of him hearing people whispering that he was a rising star he was starting to become more known for being the brother of the infamous Lich T. Noir. Marco's lack of even acknowledging the accusations made by the public left them wondering if the two were really related or if it was just a coincidence that they shared the same last name. Even within the marines the relation between the commander and the new supernova was unclear. Only Marco and Lich knew the truth.
The people's whispers and stares didn't bother Marco, even when people were whispering his praises he didn't care. In the end it didn't really matter to him, what did matter was his friends. And right now his closest friend was in dire need of assistance. Just a single stride behind his friend Marco searched the crowd for the Vice Admiral Jack D. Bane. The VA had some kind of message or something for Elizah. Marco wasn't to clear on what all was going on since his friend had't had a chance to fully explain the situation but what ever it was, things were serious. Marco had never seen Elizah behave this way before...
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Post by Jack D. Bane on Mar 26, 2012 18:26:37 GMT -6
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The young Vice Admiral was still a bit unsure of the circumstances. An old friend of his had called in a favor, leading Jack to the position he was in now. His Scythe strapped across his back, it wasn't hard to find the pair he had been notified about.
Elizah's Killing Intent was dangerously strong, noticeably keeping the crowd at bay. Jack kept walking, finally coming into stride with the two men, attempting to ignore the aura surrounding them. He wasn't even sure if the man knew he was producing such an aura but Jack was certain that if the man wasn't careful, he'd give his presence away.
His hands in his pocket, he kept his breath steadied. The two men beside him had definitely made a name for themselves. Elizah had become quite known for his ability to apply strategy and tact in the middle of a battle. Marco, Eli's partner, was an entity surrounded by both praise and contempt. A man with obvious strength, his possible relationship to the Supernove was a demerit on his relatively unblemished profile.
Not the type to speak first in situations like this, he waited for the man to speak. As far as Jack knew, he was here to help the son of his friend. The Marines had nothing to do with this.
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Post by ELIZAH on Mar 26, 2012 19:18:56 GMT -6
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As Jack approached them, Elizah looked over to him and rested his hands on his holstered pistols. "Jack." He nodded his head in a formal, as friendly as possible manner. He knew his presence was one of a killer, and for a marine that was a very scary and unstable thing. Thus, the commander figured he would give a rundown of the situation. He had told Marco a little, but not much.
"My wife, Rebecca- left me for another man. They came here. Normally I'd let something like this go, but he took my daughters with him. They are at that hotel, down the street, last I heard from my sources."
His voice cracked slightly, not with pain, but with pure anger. Elizah was not enjoying this standing around- he was itching to put a bullet in the mans head. The only issue was his daughters. He was sure Jack could get them out of the hotel and let Marco and Elizah take care of everything.
He couldn't have known that when they got there, what they found would be the exact opposite of what they expected.
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Post by MARCO V. NOIR on Mar 26, 2012 20:07:46 GMT -6
NO HELL BELOW US ABOVE US ONLY SKY
The arrival of the Vice Admiral made Marco a little uneasy. He had heard of how the supernova Lich had nearly killed the man in what was supposed to be a friendly tournament. Marco who had had his hood up dropped back another pace so that his face was a little more hidden from the VA.
Marco sighed after hearing the full reason for why he was there. Those two girls were Elizah's pride and joy, Marco knew that, his friend could barely stop talking about them and showing pictures of them. Elizah's wife on the other hand... Marco had heard tales of how she hadn't necessarily been a bad mother to them but some what... inattentive.
When Elizah's wife had left him Marco had heard all about how he was left with his daughters and how their mother rarely visited the girls so of course Elizah would be angry when they were taken from him. Marco feared however, that his friend was planning something rash.
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Post by Jack D. Bane on Mar 26, 2012 20:29:07 GMT -6
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Yet Jack was actually more calm than people would have believed. The mark he had been left with now served as a reminder for him. Every time it burned it would give him the strength to get stronger. The cyborg had spared his life but next time there would be no second chances. Jack planned on ripping the cyborg apart.
As Elizah explained the situation, Jack said nothing. There honestly wasn't much to be said. Instead, he simply nodded, waiting before he spoke. It was quite obvious that the man was affected by his emotions. It was only a matter of whether they would cloud his judgement or not. When Jack finally did speak only to ask a simple question. "Do you have a plan in mind?"
The young Vice Admiral felt odd though, as if something was off. His Intelligence caused him to hesitate if not only in the slightest of manners. Something told him to be wary and not to let his guard down. He wasn't sure if it was the hooded man who seemed to be cautious of him or if it was something. He just couldn't help but shake the feeling of being watched, as if their movements, their course of action, had already been predicted. Yet he made no discernable change in his body language. Whatever it was, they all had to keep their guard up.
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Post by ELIZAH on Mar 26, 2012 21:11:36 GMT -6
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Elizah looked back to the hotel and nodded. "Yeah." He didn't explain his plan- he didn't feel the need to. They just needed to follow his lead. Normally, with his great amount of intelligence, he would have picked up on the same thing as Jack, but his anger was to great for him to fully focus right now.
It was a good thing Marco was here with them. The man was there with Elizah through training, through thick and thin, and was his best man at his wedding. Now went it was shot to shit he was here to help clean up the mess. Elizah knew that if he died on the battlefield, his father would take care of them, and Marco would be there established godfather. The man didn't talk much, but when things were needed to be said, he had a talent for it.
Heading down the road just a little, he walked up to the small hotel, only three stories. Opening the door, he began making his way to the counter. The lady seemed a little hesitant with all their weaponry, but why? This was Loguetown. There was more to it than just that. He didn't push it though.
"Rebecca, two girls, and a man. The daughters are black. Give me their room number."
He was short, not wanting to waist anymore time.
"Hm....yeah, I don't think I can do that, babe. Sorry."
Elizah immediately lowered his hand and reached for his pistol. He was thinking irrationally and preparing to pull his gun on the lady. When his daughters were at risk, he just couldn't keep himself in the right mind. That was one of his great weaknesses.
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Post by Jack D. Bane on Mar 26, 2012 21:28:46 GMT -6
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After taking in the situation it became quite clear that Jack had become the boundary line. He was now certain that Eli's father had sent him so as to make sure his son didn't veer off onto the wrong path. He did not know either men personally but he certainly had a great deal of respect for them. Elizah had shown his military prowess and skills as tactician many times over, gaining quite the reputation. And despite whatever affiliations Marco had, the man had also gained a reputation as one of the best partners to have on your side of the battlefield. The man was not simply a tank but he was an effective and thinking one. Together the pair complimented each other almost perfectly. It was only natural for Jack to have a certain respect for the two.
Jack was the first to react, simply because he was closest in proximity. Before Eli could draw the weapon, he halted the motion with his right hand. He understood that the man was having a hard time controlling himself. Jack had no doubt he would have been the same in that situation.
Stepping forward, Jack glared at the woman, his eyes narrowing. He did not take kindly to her attitude nor did he want to extend the conversation longer than necessary. Elizah was already more tense than he should have been, she was not helping. "Are you refusing to comply with an officer of the law, ma'am? It'd be a shame to see that pretty face of yours locked behind bars. Room number, now. Keys won't be necessary."
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Post by MARCO V. NOIR on Mar 26, 2012 21:49:08 GMT -6
NO HELL BELOW US ABOVE US ONLY SKY
Marco had been about to stop Elizah from drawing his pistol but vice admiral Bane had beat him to it. As the vice admiral handled the situation with the woman at the desk Marco placed his hand on Elizah's shoulder. He needed to calm down. Marco left his hand there for a moment before returning it to his side. Looking around the hotel lobby the place didn't look that great. It wasn't that it was dirty or run down or anything like that... it just didn't have that welcoming vibe to it that hotels typically tried to create.
Now, Marco wasn't the smartest guy in the room but as he looked around there seemed to be something off. He couldn't put his finger on it but there was definitely something strange going on. There weren't any other civilians in the lobby. No travelers were coming in to check in, no visitors were coming or going from the hotel. It was almost like there were no other guests. It wasn't that bad of a hotel, surely there would be more people here. Unless the travelers knew something Marco didn't.. Elizah normally would be the one to pick up on trouble but with him in the state he was already in Marco watched vice admiral Bane. The upper rank wasn't showing any signs that he felt something was off either so maybe it was just all in his head.
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Post by ELIZAH on Mar 26, 2012 22:09:27 GMT -6
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Feeling the hand on his arm and one on his shoulder, Elizah took a deep breath and collected himself. Stepping back, he turned his back to Jack and the woman, looking around the apartment with Marco. For a few moments, his head pulsated with the illusion of watching eyes. His emotions had gotten the better of him, and it was likely that next time they weren't going to stop him. There was a breaking point.
Then it suddenly stirred in him that he had perhaps...no, maybe it was in his head. Leaning over slightly, he sighed and whispered while looking down, to keep his voice from traveling further than Marco's ears.
"That woman seems oddly familiar. I can't put my finger on it, but I've seen her before."
He spent a moment trying to think back, recall where it had been; the sense of familiarity sparked an uneasy feeling in his gut.
"Tch....fine. Third floor, its a suite." The lady slapped the key onto the counter and slid it to Jack. Thankfully this guy was here, otherwise Elizah might have just blown her head off.
The lady leaned back in her chair just as Elizah turned around. Without saying anything, he walked around the corner and began heading up the stairs. Three floors. The only issue was that each floor was a separate housing unit, and they were both equally vacant. Stopping on the second floor, he drew his gun and looked behind him.
"This is wrong. This is definitely wrong. I've seen that woman before. Damnit- someone get down there and secure the bottom floor- don't let her leave."
Now he was thinking, his head was getting clearer. Now that the idea that his daughters were actually in true danger and not just staying with some piss head asshole, his anger faded into worry, and his worry manifested itself into tactical thinking.
Whoever would go downstairs would not find the woman. She had already bailed from the building and headed out to the port for unknown reasons. She must have had this planned out, because whoever went down there would find a small times bomb attached to a pillar inside the lobby set to 40 seconds until detonation. It was honestly only a small pipe bomb that was placed just right; it would easily break the support of the building and cause it to crumble.
Disarming it in the time given would be impossible.
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Post by Catherine 'Kitty' West on Mar 27, 2012 4:34:14 GMT -6
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The marines were not the only person looking for the man and the two girls. Should the men come up to the room they would find that the door had been cleanly cut in two. Inside the room was someone who was clearly not a marine. The woman was wearing her usual attire. It consisted of a a leather tunic with leather pauldrons, thigh-high boots and long leather gloves. Both gloves and boots are attached to the tunic with leather suspender belts. On the floor was a huge sword in a sheath and a grey hooded cloak. The room itself was trashed.
"Bastard. Bastard. BASTARD." the woman said as she tore open drawers and looked through everything. Why was she in this mess? Why had she broken into the room? Why was she tearing the room apart? The answer was simple. She was looking for something. What she was looking for? Well, the marines would have to ask to find out. "There has to be some clue he left behind. Where would he take them?" Then she found it. The evidence that proved what she thought was true. She looked over at the corpse on the bed. It was clearly killed by guns and that was one thing she didn't have, nor would she use. "I knew he was scum...but to do this to you...and to them. I'm gonna make him pay"
Her keen ears caught the sound of footsteps approaching. She instinctively grabbed her sword off the ground and assumed a defensive stance. Maybe the scumbag had sent back some people to clear up his mess. Or maybe he'd heard somehow that she was here and had got someone to come and try to take her out before she got to him. That would be just like him.
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Post by MARCO V. NOIR on Mar 27, 2012 17:00:28 GMT -6
NO HELL BELOW US ABOVE US ONLY SKY
Elizah was back in action, the tone of his voice and his normal speech pattern and mannerisms that Marco had grown accustom to told him it was safe to say that his friend had his head screwed on right. With that in mind Marco didn't have any issues with leaving Elizah in the care of the Vice Admiral while he went down to secure the first floor.
Rushing down the stairs as fast as he could he tried to be as quite as possible but.. he lacked that certain finesse. Even with the racket he was causing there weren't any guests sticking their heads out to see what was going on. There was definitely something going on here.
As Marco burst into the lobby he found the desk where the woman had been empty, the front doors to the hotel left slightly open and askew and that's when Marco heard it.
beep
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beep
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Moving over to one of the central pillars located in the middle of the lobby Marco found the source of the noise... A pipe bomb large enough to take out the pillar and not much else with forty seconds to detonation. Marco blinked.
39 seconds. Shiiiiiiiiit....
32 seconds. What the fuck was he going to do with a bomb?!
28 seconds. There wasn't enough time to disarm the thing!
21 seconds. He didn't even know how to disarm a bomb!
18 seconds. Shit!
17 seconds. Marco began to panic.
14 seconds. In just a moment the bomb would detonate and collapse the building and Elizah and VA Bane were still inside.
11 seconds. Marco would have to do the only thing he could do.
8 seconds. Carefully but forcefully Marco removed the bomb from the pillar.
5 seconds. And did the first thing that popped into his head.
4 seconds. He tossed it up in the air towards an empty spot in the lobby.
2 seconds. And activated
1 second. His Tekkai.
Zero.
With his arms up to protect his face his body became as hard as steel a split second before the bomb detonated. The force and shock wave was impressive for a home made bomb and if it weren't for Marco's semi quick thinking the whole hotel would be in a pile of rubble about now. While Marco had survive the blast, peppered by bits and pieces of chairs and such that had been blown up but genuinely unscathed, the shock wave had still shaken him.
Ears ringing with a momentarily loss of his sense of hearing from the over load he had just received Marco wobbled and fell over. His sense of balance completely lost with the disruption of the fluids in his inner ear. In a sense it was like sky diving or deep sea diving. Once you've fallen far enough or sunk far enough down you find it hard to remember which way is up and which way is down. Marco struggled to regain his senses as he wiggled on the floor. His hearing was slowly coming back to him though the ringing in his ears remained. He felt like throwing up. So he did.
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Jack D. Bane
VICE-ADMIRAL
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If you give it your all, you'll have no fear of disappointment.
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Post by Jack D. Bane on Mar 28, 2012 21:25:22 GMT -6
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There was no point in having them both go check on their ally at this point. Elizah would be best suited to moving forward as he seemed to have regained full cognitive function once again. Jack rushed off then, quickly travelling back from the route they had taken. He was pretty certain that the explosion had been a bomb, though with the stability of the building, it didn't seem to have done much damage.
Once he reached downstairs he saw Marco their, clutching himself in pain. It seemed that the man had used his body to take the brunt of the explosion, a damn courageous thing to do. Sheathing his Scythe, Jack knelt down toward the man, helping him up even without his permission. "They weren't joking. You really are like an Iron Defense. How long till you're up and running again?"
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Post by ELIZAH on Mar 28, 2012 22:10:26 GMT -6
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Elizah heard the bang, and watched Jack rush down the steps to see what the problem was. Standing there for a moment, he was torn. He wanted to assure Marco was fine, but he figured Jack had it under control. Returning his attention to the top floor, he drew his pistol off his right hip and kicked the door open, immediately pointing it at Catherine.
After staring at her momentarily, he shook his head. "Catherine....? Where the hell are my daughters?" Catherine's sister was Elizah's wife, and she lay dead on the bed with two bullet wounds through the head, the sheets soaked in blood. Holstering his pistol, Elizah walked in slowly, sitting on the edge of the bed. "What the hell happened here...."
He ran his finger across her face- he still loved her, and telling his daughters about this, explaining it to them, was going to be one hell of a challenge.
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Post by MARCO V. NOIR on Mar 28, 2012 23:09:31 GMT -6
NO HELL BELOW US ABOVE US ONLY SKY
Marco still hadn't regained his bearings by the time the vice admiral made it down stairs. Though he had regained his sense of up and down the room was spinning far to much for him to stand on his own. As Bane helped Marco to his feet his lips moved but Marco could only hear the ringing in his ears. The close proximity to the detonation had left the Captain's head pounding still. The muffled voice of his comrade was too gargled to understand. Marco winced from the pain in his head as his legs nearly gave out beneath him.
Aside from the pounding in his head Marco had managed to escape unharmed thankfully. While the ringing would most likely continue for a while longer his hearing was at least starting to come back along with his sense of balance. He still felt like barfing however but now that the Vice Admiral was present he would do his best to refrain from emptying his stomach again. Besides, who ever had set the bomb up would most likely be wondering why the building was still standing. The two marines would be sitting ducks in the middle of the open lobby like this.
It was times like these that made Marco's fellow marines stare in astonishment due to his insane endurance. Marco gave the thumbs up signaling that he was good to go. In appearance he would probably look just fine but the man's head felt like it was about to split open at any moment.
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