Post by The Loose Cannon on Dec 16, 2013 22:36:29 GMT -5
September 3rd, 23 CLE
The Loose Canon sat on the edge of a rundown apartment complex. Her feet kicked up at the hazy sky and twin braids dangled down the façade as her upper half was bent backwards over it. Her thumbs drummed an idle beat against her thighs and, after a moment, she released an agitated groan.
"This is BORING. There's nothing to DO here!"
'There are plenty of things to do, miss Jinx! You're just not looking in the right place.'
Excitement lit up the girl's eyes and she shot up like a rocket propelled from the same mouth as the firearm speaking to her. She swept up to her feet and scooped Fishbones up in one swift motion.
"Oh, yeah? Y'got any good ideas, 'bones?"
'Of course! Your clothes need laundering, you've not had a visit with a physician in some time, and I'm certain there PLENTY of volunteer services you could perform!'
The blunette nearly collapsed in place with the weight of her disbelief. With an exclamation, she wrapped her fingers around 'bones's "neck" and squeezed.
"That's! Even! More! BORING! What's WRONG with you?!"
'Gack! I-- I was only-- trying t-to help!'
"Aaaah, what would you know? Stupid, dumb rocket launcher!"
With a kick, she rid herself of the firearm's vicinity and grumbled as she plopped down onto her rump again. She paused, tapped an impatient finger against her chin, and grinned as the veritable lightbulb lit above her head.
"Oh, I know! I've GOT it! I know what would be FUN!"
'Oh, dear...'
Without another word, the girl took off at high speed, scooped Fishbones back up as she passed, and bolted for the rickety fire escape nearby to begin climbing down to the streets of "home."
Anothernigh patrol some goons and crocs crushed nothing much for Adal she had managed to have most thing under relative control without the rest of “Purgatory” in Zaun the work had doubled but the pay had tripled so she didn’t had much to say against it except for not spending enough time with Mel…but it was to make this a better place for her. She had put the cuff in a gang member when she heard an explosion not to far from there “What the f…Start talking!” the said kicking the man’s nether part flooring him “Is it your or some of you gangs fault?” “I swear is nothing we had planned my family live over there for god sake!” then another explosion it was…moving “God dammit I will let you it seems I have something else to do tonight” she said taking her Hexbike and following the second explosion hoping it wasn’t something she couldn’t control.”
Post by The Madman Of Zaun on Dec 19, 2013 16:00:02 GMT -5
Coincidentally, the Doctor was having one of his little nights on the town as well. The screams of a family could be heard writing in agony, as the Doctor butchered his way through their household setting fire to everything; there was no escape, there would be no quarter, and it was everything the Doctor loved. Or rather... what he used to truly love. Back in the day, when the League was young, this is what he lived for, but after a few years of fighting the creme de la creme of fighters around the world... this stimulation for the Doctor was only nostalgic, at best. He only truly felt that high when he was fighting the Champions of the League, and the fighting matches of the Institute of War had been ground to a halt due to the world's current events. The Doctor refused to have this damper his soul though, for even if he couldn't have what he wanted in the immediate, it only meant he has to find a way to do it himself; a challenge he would meet with a furious passion.
Regardless, he had some stress-relief murdering to do, and a night to run around doing so. Although what would happen that night would be truly... strange, to say the least.
Post by The Loose Cannon on Dec 19, 2013 22:54:55 GMT -5
As sneakered feet hit the pavement, she took off at a sprint that might have winded a lesser (read: BORING) person in a matter of moments. For the pigtailed blunette, however, she was skidding to a halt three blocks south and two blocks east and was still only slightly panting. A manic grin spread across her face as she hoisted 'bones up onto her shoulder. "Hey, fish breath!! Open wide... and say 'ahhhh!'" With an appropriate scream from the reluctant rocket launcher, Jinx stuffed a fresh round into his maw, waited for the satisfying 'floop!' of the ammunition sliding down the cylinder, and aimed at a two story old brownstone two streets away.
"Special delivery!" She squeezed the trigger and only just missed toppling back with the force of the kickback. A laugh escaped her as she rose up onto her tiptoes, put a hand to cup the shell of her ear, and listened to the whistle of rocket slicing air as it first climbed then fell with deadly accuracy toward one of the four support beams of the building, visible only just so through one of the many windows.
Post by Girard Laurentine III on Dec 20, 2013 3:44:45 GMT -5
It was not a usual event that there were open explosions in Zaun. Sure, laboratories exploded all the time. But those were usually more colorful than this one, and often followed by a column of multicolored fire....This one seemed more direct. Perhaps a bombing of some sort, caused by gang violence....? When said explosion was followed soon thereafter by another, Girard gathered together a team of his more experienced recruits and, after gearing up - all donning bullet-protective body armor, and the soldiers wielding hexrifles and riot shields - quickly left on foot to see what the source of the explosions were.
Girard would not have such disorder within this city....Not as long as he was in charge of keeping it safe.
Post by The Madman Of Zaun on Dec 21, 2013 5:56:50 GMT -5
The fire simply burned around him, the screams of the family he had just cleaved and reduced to ashes now silent. As he stood within that inferno, boredom continued to throb at his core, for little could fill his new found desire to not simply cleave that which he could, but the best that Runeterra could muster against the Doctor. That said, he did not notice the rocket shell as it descended to his location.
Everything started to happen so fast that Mundo could not react. First an explosion erupted behind him, and then everything went black. To Jinx, resident Bombadier of Zaun, her explosive seemed to land inside the building as intended, but as it caused the already raging fire to erupt and writhe into a firestorm, something large and purple seemed to be jettisoned from the blast of her explosion. It was smoking, on fire, and slammed head-first into the ground. A closer inspection would perhaps reveal who this was... and the unknowing amount of damage she truly caused.
Adalwolfa turned around just in time to cover behind a trash can to avoid the full impact of the shockwave and rubbish “Da fuck?” she said seeing a purple thing flying from the building towards a close roof. She dismounted her hexcicle and opened the armament compartment and took ammo a couple of guns her kukris some time explosives rope and some smoke and flare grenades. The then entered the building from where the shot had come from and darted towards the roff.
Post by The Loose Cannon on Jan 5, 2014 0:09:29 GMT -5
"BOOM! AhahahaahahahaAHAHAHAHA!!!" As the building she aimed for blasted and burned from within and without, she doubled over, trying to keep from rolling on the ground with laughter. Fishbones was nice enough to help keep her propped up as one arm draped over his grip. She panted as the oxygen in her lungs was depleted and looked up in time to see an unexpected purple "rocket" come streaming out of the soon-to-be even more dilapidated building.
With a mildly confused frown, she looked at 'bones, shook him a few times for good measure and then looked down the barrel of his maw. "Man, I KNOW my rockets weren't color coordinated today! 'bones! Did you do something to that rocket?!" 'No, no, only what you've forced me to do. It might be some poor little orphan--'
"Victims?!" She cackled and immediately secured 'bones to a holster around her back and took off at a run once more. "Now this I GOTTA see!" She careened down an alleyway, skidding when she almost passed the smoking heap of purple and cleaver. Scrawny legs beat against the ground as she grew nearer and nearer to her hapless "victim" and, over (or under) projecting how fast she was going, she managed to trip over the hulking, smouldering thing and go for a tumble a few yards away.
"Whhhoaaaa!" She oof'd and ugh'd her way to a stop before somersaulting back onto her feet. She wobbled for a few seconds, shook her head, and stumbled her way back over to the purple "rocket."
Post by The Madman Of Zaun on Jan 9, 2014 21:42:28 GMT -5
The Doctor remained under a pile of rubble, which due to his strength was easily brushed off of his back as the large purple Zaunite stood up. What wounds he had on his body were quickly regenerating, unable to feel the pain caused by her pyrotechnics. His hair was a little more singed for wear, but overall he seemed fine... or so one would think. Fine is something that could normally not be applied to the Madman, but he was very off base from his normal self.
"Grah..." The Doctor grunted. He looked around his surroundings, in both bewilderment and confusion. Something was off, as his eyes seemed a little too lit up with wonder.
"Where... Mundo...." A momentary pause. "...who Mundo?"
The Doctor looked down at his thick purple hands.
"What Mundo?" It was at this point that it clicked in the Doctor's head that there was someone beside him. It turned to look at some scantily clad little woman with blue pigtails and various kinds of metal devices strapped to her numerous belts. His face was a little more slack jawed than normal, but he turned to look at her.
"Hello. Mundo not know where Mundo is, and Mundo not remember name. You know where Mundo, and what Mundo's name is?"
The little anarchy bombadier arsonist girl most likely could not believe her ears! The one and only Dr. Mundo of Zaun forgot who he was, where he came from, and what he did and enjoyed to do! The Doctor's words about how he often said his name to remember it was apparently true, yet here he was, saying his own name and not remembering it. What a shame...
Post by The Loose Cannon on Jan 20, 2014 0:08:33 GMT -5
The blunette looked on in excitement as she recognized the shambling Doctor emerging from beneath a pile of rubble. All desire to witness further destruction for the moment, to see the fruits of her labor, halted at the sight of him. This was MUNDO! The MADMAN of Zaun! What a delightfully unexpected surprise! She opened her mouth to say something in greeting when the hulk began spouting off about confusion and uncertainty.
Oh, man. He-- he wasn't serious? Was he? I mean, C'MON. She FINALLY gets the chance to run with one of the funnest Champions on Valoran and he hasn't a freakin' clue who he is? No. No, no, no. This was NOT cool. This was so totally UNcool. Maybe he was joking. Maybe he was PLAYING A GAME with her!
"Heeeeeey, Doc! Whatcha mean with all'a that who what and where? You're Mundo! MUNDO!" She slings Fishbones behind her and starts stomping around, imitating the purple monster. "MUNDO GO WHERE HE PLEASES! MUNDO CARVE STUFF UP AND HAVE FUN! MUNDO MAD FUN!"
Post by The Madman Of Zaun on Jan 22, 2014 0:20:26 GMT -5
The Doctor gave Jinx the most blank stare he possibly could, which coming from Mundo was odd considering he only ever wore a bloodthirsty smile. None of the Doctor's synapses were firing properly, especially in the memory department. Nothing came to mind... nothing concrete yet anyways. The Doctor didn't realize it when he was standing, but he felt something in his left hand. After lifting it... a cleaver. A wicked, old, well used, and bloody cleaver that fit perfectly into his hand. A sudden onset of lightheadedness came over the Doctor's head. Flashes of battles past flying past his eyes flooded through his mind, both hands clutching his head as he removed his clutch from the weapon he didn't know was his, letting it clang and fall onto the ground.
The Doctor's breathing sped up drastically as he tried to supply more oxygen to his brain and calm it down, but bits and pieces of that memory he lost were slowly coming back to him. The first step finally came to him.
"Mundo... Mundo's name is Mundo. That why Mundo say it a lot.... how Mundo forget?"
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