Post by Invictus Janus on Nov 7, 2007 9:16:47 GMT -5
"I'm doing WHAT?" Janus asked, clearly taken aback.
"These people owe me a lot of money, Janus. I need your help because I know they're going to welch on it."
"Yes, I get that part, but I don't think this," he says, emphasizing the last word by holding the M249 SAW Light Machine Gun up between them, "this doesn't exactly qualify as a bank card, does it?"
Tool let out a subtle laugh as he checked his Berettas and stuffed them in his pockets. He looked up over the rims of his red lensed glasses and grinned a fierce grin.
"You're old and wise, Janus. Probably the wisest person I have ever known and yet, you sail right by simple things such as business. Not your way, I think." Tool shook his head at his sire, amused as he checked the magazine on the MP5K Submachinegun. "Consider this as an investment. Debtors will be unmistakably reminded of why they don't FUCK with me."
Janus opened his mouth to protest, then closed it again. He looked at his childer for a long, silent moment. Letting off a shrug, he laid the M249 over his shoulder and walked off into the bush. His ears had picked up the sound of an approaching car just beyond the next hill, and he took that as his cue to get into position. Tool had laid out an interesting plan. The people who owed him money intended on burying his ass out here, and Tool suspected they knew his true nature. Their idea, he gathered, was to stake him and leave him out for the sun. His childer expected that he could deal with them, but Janus was his insurance policy. The elder vampire mused as he laid down in the bushes with the M249, a wry little smile on his face.
I understand business a little more than you know, kid. As if it came naturally, Janus seized the cocking handle of the weapon and chambered the first round. He didn't bother with the safety as he laid his gaze across the ironsights. Shadows clung to his body, and the colours within his form altered and swirled, masking his presence rather effectively. He laid still on the edge of the ditch as the car came into view, first the swaying glow of its headlights, then the car itself.
The people were scumbags anyway. Janus didn't know what Tool was into and he didn't really want to know. Tool dealt with a lot of shady people, but it didn't matter. The boy also had a strange code of honour. If he was intending on killing these people, he obviously thought they deserved it, and that satisfied Janus. He trusted Tool's judgement on these kinds of matters. Besides, if he was right, they were already planning to murder his childe, and that was reason enough for him to be laying in the ditch with a military machine gun.
The car had been followed by a van directly behind it, both painted a dark blue colour. Janus narrowed his eyes as Tool left the MP5K on the hood of his Mustang. He kept his hands clearly visible, but far from being up in the air in a sign of surrender. Good boy. The side door of the van cracked open a little, but moved no further. Two individuals, one male and one female, exited the lead car and approached Tool who kept them standing far enough away to have to speak loudly enough for Janus to listen quite clearly. Another bit of strategy he smiled in approval on.
"Good evening, Mr. Tool," said the female voice, the contempt in her tone as obvious as it was full of vitriol.
"Fuck your good evening. Where's my money?" he replied, not phased at all.
"Why, Mr. Tool, can't you at least entertain some semblance of civility on such a night? It is a special occasion, after all." The male spoke clearly and yet, his voice tinged with the hint of nervousness. What were they planning? Janus couldn't figure it out, but he knew they weren't here to give Tool his money almost instantly. Tool probably came to that conclusion before he did.
"The only civil thing I am interested in is the two of you bringing me my money and then getting back into your little car and pissing off. This would go a lot faster if you could figure that the fuck out." Janus couldn't help but smile at Tool's crassness. Vulgarity never ceased to amuse him.
"There's no money for you, vampire." The woman spoke, and Janus could see her hands clenched at her side. Her teeth were gritted. She was almost a pretty girl, but there was certainly room for improvement. Tool raised his eyebrow at the same time Janus did, and it may have looked completely hilarious had they been standing side by side.
Tool wasn't entirely shocked, but he stood still for a moment as he realized what was going on. The van behind the car swung its door open and the man suddenly flung the contents of a vial at Tool. There was a roar of rage and pain and the vampire reeled backwards, ripping his hooded sweater off of him, the holy water searing his chest as it soaked through. He flung it to the side and dropped his hands into his pants pockets, gripping the handles of his Berettas. The sting of the holy water teared his eyes, and he ran to the side, firing blindly at the man and the woman.
The van began to empty amidst a myriad of voices, all shouting to kill the monster, the demon. Hunters. A whole fucking mess of them. Tool, drew the aim of his guns to the van and continued to unload, striking one of the hunters in the chest. The hunter reeled backwards, but straightened up again. Janus frowned from the bushes. They were wearing body armour and the 9mm handguns Tool had were loaded with hollow points. They were no good against body armour.
Tool could barely see. The fumes of the holy water teared his eyes and everything was a blur. He thought he had hit one, but he didn't hear the body hit the floor. A moment later, searing pain ruptured in his upper thigh as a crossbow bolt pierced his leg, and he stumbled, retreating backwards. He thought for sure he was fucked. The loud rattling sound of the M249 filled him with a grateful sense of relief.
Screams of pain came from the pack of hunters as Janus trumped their attack with the machinegun. Tool found himself realizing that his sire was actually a very old hand at the use of such weaponry, his bursts short, rapid and effective. Another thing he didn't know about Janus and would have to ask him later. He wiped at his eyes, clearing his vision as he took cover behind the Mustang. With some sight back, he peered over the trunk of the car, and he could see the muzzle flashes from the ditch and the tracer rounds streaking across the clearing, impacting the van. The bodies of two of the hunters in the van lay dead at the door of the van, a third crawling away. The hunters were hiding in the van, rummaging through for something as Janus' fire pinned them behind their vans.
Tool felt an insistent twinge in the back of his mind that something horrible was about to happen, and his guts tightened up as he crouched over and moved to the hood of his Mustang. He grabbed the MP5K from it and checked to ensure that the magazine inside of it was seated properly. With a fierce grin, he prepared to pop up and let a burst into the van. The bullets in his Berettas were useless against body armour, but these teflon shells in the submachinegun would do quite nicely. Besides, his sire was showing him up already with a larger body count. That wouldn't work at all. Tool turned and popped up over the roof of his car and his jaw dropped as he realized what was about to happen. The fucking hunters came prepared for war.
"JANUS! GET OU-" he began, but his shout was cut short as the Rocket Propelled Grenade smashed into the bushes Janus was hidden it, and a loud, vicious explosion cut off the murderous rattle of the M249. Tool couldn't see Janus, but the anger rose in his mind nonetheless and he leapt from the standing position to the top of his car, very distantly feeling like Tony Montana.
"MOTHERFUCKERS! SAY HELLO TO MY LITTLE FRIEND!!" he shouted, unable to resist. Like Janus always said to him, if you're going down, at least toss out a snappy line to exit on. The MP5K jolted into life and a line of holes shot through the van. Screams of pain and shock came from inside of it. Tool guessed he had nailed two of them with that burst and he swept across the car, shattering glass. Shells ejected onto the hood of his Mustang as he saw the expended RPG Launcher laying next to one of the dying hunters he had just shot. Dying wasn't good enough for Tool. He blasted another two rounds into the chest of the human, finishing him off.
The man behind the car rose up over the truck and fired a Desert Eagle at Tool. It was a ridiculously huge handgun, and the recoil nearly tore it out of the man's hand. He was clearly a rank amateur at this and the bullet went wide. Tool simply turned to the side, emptying the last few rounds of the magazine at the man, tearing a sizeable chunk of his skull away with it. He dropped the MP5K to the ground and ran towards the van. Seizing the undercarriage, Tool concentrated his powerful vampiric strength and rolled it quickly onto its side. A short yelp of surprise was cut off as the van landed on its side, and presumably on top of the last hunter. Tool turned his attention to the car, a growl on his lips.
The woman sprung up with a bible and ran off into the woods, casting a vicious look over her shoulder. Tool took a step, intending to chase the bitch down and shake every little bit of information she had out of her before draining her dry, then he stopped. His attentions turned to the ditch where he was both shocked and pleased that Janus had crawled out of it, stumbling a little as he clutched both his head and the remnants of the M249.
"Janus!" shouted Tool, moving quickly, limping somewhat over to him. Janus stopped him with a movement of his hand, seeming to think that his childe was going to possibly hug him. He laid a finger across his lips, indicating silence. After long moment, he looked up at Tool.
"They just shot me with a fucking bazooka." Janus spoke plainly, as if he was stating that the sky was blue. He held up the remains of the weapon in his hand. "They also messed up your gun. I didn't do that."
Tool blinked at his sire for a long, silent moment and then finally broke down and howled in laughter. After a few moments, Janus joined in.
-D
Original Posting
..Just to get this section going, I'mma cross post some entries from my 360.
"These people owe me a lot of money, Janus. I need your help because I know they're going to welch on it."
"Yes, I get that part, but I don't think this," he says, emphasizing the last word by holding the M249 SAW Light Machine Gun up between them, "this doesn't exactly qualify as a bank card, does it?"
Tool let out a subtle laugh as he checked his Berettas and stuffed them in his pockets. He looked up over the rims of his red lensed glasses and grinned a fierce grin.
"You're old and wise, Janus. Probably the wisest person I have ever known and yet, you sail right by simple things such as business. Not your way, I think." Tool shook his head at his sire, amused as he checked the magazine on the MP5K Submachinegun. "Consider this as an investment. Debtors will be unmistakably reminded of why they don't FUCK with me."
Janus opened his mouth to protest, then closed it again. He looked at his childer for a long, silent moment. Letting off a shrug, he laid the M249 over his shoulder and walked off into the bush. His ears had picked up the sound of an approaching car just beyond the next hill, and he took that as his cue to get into position. Tool had laid out an interesting plan. The people who owed him money intended on burying his ass out here, and Tool suspected they knew his true nature. Their idea, he gathered, was to stake him and leave him out for the sun. His childer expected that he could deal with them, but Janus was his insurance policy. The elder vampire mused as he laid down in the bushes with the M249, a wry little smile on his face.
I understand business a little more than you know, kid. As if it came naturally, Janus seized the cocking handle of the weapon and chambered the first round. He didn't bother with the safety as he laid his gaze across the ironsights. Shadows clung to his body, and the colours within his form altered and swirled, masking his presence rather effectively. He laid still on the edge of the ditch as the car came into view, first the swaying glow of its headlights, then the car itself.
The people were scumbags anyway. Janus didn't know what Tool was into and he didn't really want to know. Tool dealt with a lot of shady people, but it didn't matter. The boy also had a strange code of honour. If he was intending on killing these people, he obviously thought they deserved it, and that satisfied Janus. He trusted Tool's judgement on these kinds of matters. Besides, if he was right, they were already planning to murder his childe, and that was reason enough for him to be laying in the ditch with a military machine gun.
The car had been followed by a van directly behind it, both painted a dark blue colour. Janus narrowed his eyes as Tool left the MP5K on the hood of his Mustang. He kept his hands clearly visible, but far from being up in the air in a sign of surrender. Good boy. The side door of the van cracked open a little, but moved no further. Two individuals, one male and one female, exited the lead car and approached Tool who kept them standing far enough away to have to speak loudly enough for Janus to listen quite clearly. Another bit of strategy he smiled in approval on.
"Good evening, Mr. Tool," said the female voice, the contempt in her tone as obvious as it was full of vitriol.
"Fuck your good evening. Where's my money?" he replied, not phased at all.
"Why, Mr. Tool, can't you at least entertain some semblance of civility on such a night? It is a special occasion, after all." The male spoke clearly and yet, his voice tinged with the hint of nervousness. What were they planning? Janus couldn't figure it out, but he knew they weren't here to give Tool his money almost instantly. Tool probably came to that conclusion before he did.
"The only civil thing I am interested in is the two of you bringing me my money and then getting back into your little car and pissing off. This would go a lot faster if you could figure that the fuck out." Janus couldn't help but smile at Tool's crassness. Vulgarity never ceased to amuse him.
"There's no money for you, vampire." The woman spoke, and Janus could see her hands clenched at her side. Her teeth were gritted. She was almost a pretty girl, but there was certainly room for improvement. Tool raised his eyebrow at the same time Janus did, and it may have looked completely hilarious had they been standing side by side.
Tool wasn't entirely shocked, but he stood still for a moment as he realized what was going on. The van behind the car swung its door open and the man suddenly flung the contents of a vial at Tool. There was a roar of rage and pain and the vampire reeled backwards, ripping his hooded sweater off of him, the holy water searing his chest as it soaked through. He flung it to the side and dropped his hands into his pants pockets, gripping the handles of his Berettas. The sting of the holy water teared his eyes, and he ran to the side, firing blindly at the man and the woman.
The van began to empty amidst a myriad of voices, all shouting to kill the monster, the demon. Hunters. A whole fucking mess of them. Tool, drew the aim of his guns to the van and continued to unload, striking one of the hunters in the chest. The hunter reeled backwards, but straightened up again. Janus frowned from the bushes. They were wearing body armour and the 9mm handguns Tool had were loaded with hollow points. They were no good against body armour.
Tool could barely see. The fumes of the holy water teared his eyes and everything was a blur. He thought he had hit one, but he didn't hear the body hit the floor. A moment later, searing pain ruptured in his upper thigh as a crossbow bolt pierced his leg, and he stumbled, retreating backwards. He thought for sure he was fucked. The loud rattling sound of the M249 filled him with a grateful sense of relief.
Screams of pain came from the pack of hunters as Janus trumped their attack with the machinegun. Tool found himself realizing that his sire was actually a very old hand at the use of such weaponry, his bursts short, rapid and effective. Another thing he didn't know about Janus and would have to ask him later. He wiped at his eyes, clearing his vision as he took cover behind the Mustang. With some sight back, he peered over the trunk of the car, and he could see the muzzle flashes from the ditch and the tracer rounds streaking across the clearing, impacting the van. The bodies of two of the hunters in the van lay dead at the door of the van, a third crawling away. The hunters were hiding in the van, rummaging through for something as Janus' fire pinned them behind their vans.
Tool felt an insistent twinge in the back of his mind that something horrible was about to happen, and his guts tightened up as he crouched over and moved to the hood of his Mustang. He grabbed the MP5K from it and checked to ensure that the magazine inside of it was seated properly. With a fierce grin, he prepared to pop up and let a burst into the van. The bullets in his Berettas were useless against body armour, but these teflon shells in the submachinegun would do quite nicely. Besides, his sire was showing him up already with a larger body count. That wouldn't work at all. Tool turned and popped up over the roof of his car and his jaw dropped as he realized what was about to happen. The fucking hunters came prepared for war.
"JANUS! GET OU-" he began, but his shout was cut short as the Rocket Propelled Grenade smashed into the bushes Janus was hidden it, and a loud, vicious explosion cut off the murderous rattle of the M249. Tool couldn't see Janus, but the anger rose in his mind nonetheless and he leapt from the standing position to the top of his car, very distantly feeling like Tony Montana.
"MOTHERFUCKERS! SAY HELLO TO MY LITTLE FRIEND!!" he shouted, unable to resist. Like Janus always said to him, if you're going down, at least toss out a snappy line to exit on. The MP5K jolted into life and a line of holes shot through the van. Screams of pain and shock came from inside of it. Tool guessed he had nailed two of them with that burst and he swept across the car, shattering glass. Shells ejected onto the hood of his Mustang as he saw the expended RPG Launcher laying next to one of the dying hunters he had just shot. Dying wasn't good enough for Tool. He blasted another two rounds into the chest of the human, finishing him off.
The man behind the car rose up over the truck and fired a Desert Eagle at Tool. It was a ridiculously huge handgun, and the recoil nearly tore it out of the man's hand. He was clearly a rank amateur at this and the bullet went wide. Tool simply turned to the side, emptying the last few rounds of the magazine at the man, tearing a sizeable chunk of his skull away with it. He dropped the MP5K to the ground and ran towards the van. Seizing the undercarriage, Tool concentrated his powerful vampiric strength and rolled it quickly onto its side. A short yelp of surprise was cut off as the van landed on its side, and presumably on top of the last hunter. Tool turned his attention to the car, a growl on his lips.
The woman sprung up with a bible and ran off into the woods, casting a vicious look over her shoulder. Tool took a step, intending to chase the bitch down and shake every little bit of information she had out of her before draining her dry, then he stopped. His attentions turned to the ditch where he was both shocked and pleased that Janus had crawled out of it, stumbling a little as he clutched both his head and the remnants of the M249.
"Janus!" shouted Tool, moving quickly, limping somewhat over to him. Janus stopped him with a movement of his hand, seeming to think that his childe was going to possibly hug him. He laid a finger across his lips, indicating silence. After long moment, he looked up at Tool.
"They just shot me with a fucking bazooka." Janus spoke plainly, as if he was stating that the sky was blue. He held up the remains of the weapon in his hand. "They also messed up your gun. I didn't do that."
Tool blinked at his sire for a long, silent moment and then finally broke down and howled in laughter. After a few moments, Janus joined in.
-D
Original Posting
..Just to get this section going, I'mma cross post some entries from my 360.
