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Post by Cai Dorough on Jul 2, 2016 20:55:39 GMT -5
Cai thought it would be harder, truth be told. Figured there would be a lot more searching and tinkering and flipping of switches, maybe even a few faces to be punched. Repeatedly, if there was any justice in the world with hopes for his having fun. In the end, however, it had taken only moments. Odd that it had, he thought, given the nature of his target, but perhaps the mercenary had been expected. Perhaps his target was waiting on him, weapon in hand, smirk on his face in preparation for another bout of bonding moments. Who could tell for sure?
The last time he'd seen Ripper, they had both been locked in a deadly tournament on a manufactured planet, shooting their way through a bunch of jerks who kept trying to swallow their bullets like they were candy. When he's first met the Time Lord, Cai had attempted to kill him. And in turn, Skippy had tried to reciprocate the good feelings. Good times to be had by all, really. In the fight, though, Cai had cut through Skippy's favorite knife. It couldn't have been avoided, really, given Furor's tendency to cut through... well, everything, really. Since Skippy had been such a good sport about it (that and all the good times they had punching people) Cai had decided to introduce him to his knife guy. If anyone was going to fix a knife, even make it better than new, Cai's knife guy was the best around.
So far, the mercenary had attempted several communications to his guy, to no avail. Probably taking a seriously long shower and turned off his phone. Being the patient and understanding fellow that he was, Cai had waited a good five minutes before deciding he was going to bring Ripper to see him in person so they could take turns lobbing raw fish at his face.
Cai had only to step into his TARDIS and mention that he was going to find Ripper, and the ship had taken it from there. It activated itself, launched through the vortex, and a few moments later came to a halt at... wherever the hell it was he had landed. However, a display on the center console blinked to life, showing the Time Lord outside. Cai's TARDIS was disguised as a Port-a-Potty and he had no idea how to change it, but he didn't care enough to try all the buttons and find out.
The mercenary threw the door open and stepped out with a grin. "What up, Skip? Wanna get some new toys?"
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Post by The Ripper on Jul 6, 2016 19:55:59 GMT -5
It had been a couple of weeks since Planet Death-Match had been abruptly put out of business. Two weeks, which Ripper had used to take stock of himself and his TARDIS, and rest and recover. After all, if he didn't take care of himself, then it wasn't like anyone else was going to.
He'd healed well. Aside from a lingering ache in his elbow, his injuries were nothing but a fresh, lingering memory of a good time. It was a shame that they'd put the place out of business, or he might have been thinking about going back for round two.
He was on a jungle world, chasing after a story of an ancient, hidden library that was meant to be somewhere there, said to contain ancient secrets. Knowledge that had been reserved only for the elders and the wise men of that planet's population. And as the story spread, as stories were wont to do, people also said that with the knowledge in this library, there was meant to be ways to twist reality around oneself.
Of course it had caught Ripper's attention. After all, those of House Librettist were knowledge keepers first and foremost.
The last that that he expected to hear, was the scraping song of a materializing TARDIS.
Ripper stiffened as the noise broke through the sounds of animals, hand instantly going to wrap around the handle of his knife as he did so, only to remember after grabbing thin air, that he was reaching for something that wasn't there any more.
With a frown on his face, he grabbed his pistol instead, watching as a Port-a-Potty of all things started to materialize several feet ahead of him, that old blood-lust stirring in his hearts.
"You must be the unluckiest Time Lord around, materializing right in front of me."
He raised his hand, taking aim, and held his breath, waiting. Then the door cracked open, and he heard a familiar voice in the seconds before he could squeeze off a shot.
"Cai," Ripper spoke, as he lowered the pistol. "Next time, maybe call ahead?"
He grinned back. That enthusiasm was catching. "I was about a hearts-beat shy of shooting you, then, you know."
Ripper tucked the pistol back into his belt. "What sort of toys? You've definitely got my attention."
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Post by Cai Dorough on Jul 31, 2016 6:55:16 GMT -5
Cai took a step out of the doors and leaned against the outside of his TARDIS, still in all of its Port-a-Potty glory, and crossed his arms over his chest. Skippy looked much the same as the last time he'd seen him, but that did not surprise Cai really. Time Lords had an annoying tendency to stay the same that belied their constant desire to take on another face entirely. Skippy had not changed faces since they'd last met, though. Nor, it seemed, was he entirely too fond of a varying wardrobe.
"You greet your mother with that gun?" Cai couldn't be angry with him about it, nor was he exceptionally shocked. Skippy's taste for his people was not something another person would have an easy time distinguishing from Cai's own. Funny how the Time Lords just loved to run people the wrong way. Not so funny for the Time Lords that Cai and Skip were on that list and liked to carry lots of big things that made big booms, as well as a serial killer's Christmas list full of very sharp objects. Which, as it turned out, was the reason Cai had sought out his new Mate-o-Mayhem.
"No worries, there, Skip, Santa's about to bring you a brand new bag and its going to full of all sorts of cool things to have fun with." Cai leaned in close conspiratorially, looking around as if there was anyone who might overhear in spite of there being no other person for hundreds of miles. "If we ask nicely, he might even throw in some Mr. Goodbars!" The mercenary winked and smiled, walking back into the open doors of his TARDIS and waving for Skippy to follow.
"Come on, we'll take my sleigh. I don't particularly know how to get there, but I've got the coordinates saved on speed dial. Time to bring joy to all the little kiddies."
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Post by The Ripper on Aug 4, 2016 22:29:11 GMT -5
Ripper paced, that ever-present animal-like restlessness clear in the way that he moved, even as he listened to what Cai was saying, head slightly tilted to one side, as he often did when he was listening not just to what was being said, but everything about the tone that it was being said in.
Ripper laughed, a sound that made the birds around the edge of the clearing all take flight as one, a sudden rushing sound of wings, and shrieks of alarm.
"I greet everyone with it. Guess you could call it my security blanket." Ripper's tone was light and easy as he replied. Sure, Cai might be totally insane from what Ripper had seen, but he'd rather have a mad person at his side any day of the year. Because at least with a mad person, you got exactly what you saw.
Even if you didn't know what you might be about to see, you could be sure that it was real, if nothing else.
Oh, now that sounded promising, to him. He could easily guess what sort of toys might put that touch of fondness into the other's voice.
"Guess I must have made the jump from off of the naughty list, when I decided not to shoot you, and ruin that nice shirt of your today, huh?" Ripper stopped pacing, and although he'd returned the gun to his belt, his hand still rested on the butt of it. Nothing to do with Cai, now, but this planet was over-run with predators.
Admittedly, there were a few less on it now, than when he'd first started, though.
"And good. It's been a while since I last got a Christmas stocking."
Again, amusement twitched across Ripper's features as he observed the guise that the ship had taken on, and nodded to it. "Well, I can see she's got a sense of humor, at least. People spend so much time looking for somewhere to take a leak, and you're never without a spot, with her like that. It'd save you a lot of time."
Ripper gave his own TARDIS a fond pat, before turning to duck into Cai's ride.
"Oh, yes. Don't want to let those kids down." He chuckled, as he tucked his key around his neck, and looked around himself with an eager gaze, looking forward to seeing exactly what was waiting for him.
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Post by Cai Dorough on Aug 27, 2016 14:02:26 GMT -5
Cai had never fully figured out how to work his TARDIS. He'd been back and forth through time, from one end of the universe to the other (even a few nondescript stops to other universes) and in all that time, hundreds of years of travel and learning, the best he'd been able to manage was to whack as many buttons as needed until something turned on and started moving. Failing that, he'd scream at the walls for a while until the ship got annoyed and gave in. Luckily, this time, he did not have to result to frustrated yelling. Some ninety years prior the mercenary had discovered a call log, of sorts, that he used to register previous locations and time zones for quick return.
Even luckier, perhaps, was having come across the zone to begin with. When he'd first visited the strange planet, an indeterminate amount of time after his transformation, the mercenary had been brought there at the whim of a man who would come to be Cai's mentor. The mysterious man or, as Cai affectionately called him, Cloaky McDaggersface, had found Cai's TARDIS drifting through space listlessly and recovered him before he could plummet into a sun. He'd trained Cai and attempted to mend his shattered mind as far as he could, though the damage was prevalent. Before Cloaky had vanished, for whatever reason Cai had never been able to discern, he took Cai to meet an old acquaintance. An odd man, to say the least, but a master craftsman who had forged Cai's sword, Furor. When the mercenary and his mentor left the planet, Cai had never thought of returning, but the happy coincidence as future would have it had made his life so much more enjoyable.
The TARDIS touched down easily enough only moments later and Cai exited with a pep in his step. Every time he came to visit, the Toymaker had some sweet new goodies for him to test out. It was like going to Disneyland. He took in a deep draw of the dusty air and smiled broadly.
"Smell that, Skippy? Thats the smell of promise. All good things from here. Maybe he'll even make you a sword, get some reach in there with your attacks, you know? Big boy weapons. OH! Tacos later! Special treat, I'll show you this place thats like a giant Tijuana. Except instead of being filled wit dirty people in mud huts its filled giant crab people in sand holes! Really though, everything else is pretty much the same."
He strolled along happily, anxiously dreaming of tacos.
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Post by The Ripper on Sept 4, 2016 5:52:02 GMT -5
Ripper watched closely as Cai flew the TARDIS, with that same maniac energy and constant flow of movement that seemed to be a part of everything else about him. It was a unique style that he had about him, to be sure, and not something that Ripper had seen before.
One thing was for sure, though. Ripper liked it.
It was easier for him to match the pace of someone that didn't stop for anything.
As Cai moved around the TARDIS, Ripper kept back out of the way, leaning against the wall as he did so, a grin spreading further and further on his face. Cai's enthusiasm was definitely catching.
"It's been a while since I last added to my weapon stockpile. My last contact took the quick way down to the ground, from a thirteenth floor window. Definitely turned out to be an unlucky number for him."
Then he felt the change in the vibrations of the engine, as the TARDIS slipped out of the vortex, and back into common time.
"I'll tell you one thing, you've got a damn fast ride here."
The door opened, and he followed Cai out of the ship, and into the place that was clearly Cai's version of a toy store.
"A sword, now, too? Oh, you do know how to speak my language. Fastest way to someone's hearts, is right through the rib cage."
Something felt off here, though. And, as he looked around, he could see a thin layer of dust on the floor, broken only by their footprints.
Once more, his hand sought after the butt of his pistol.
"Promise smells like dust, then?" Ripper raised an eyebrow. After all, there was a chance, however faint, that Cai's friend didn't actually make contact with the floor, or something of the sort.
"And I don't know about you, but something feels wrong here, to me. This place feels like it hasn't seen much activity for a while. I think it might be a reasonable idea, to go in ready for any funny business."
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Post by Cai Dorough on Oct 31, 2016 4:40:23 GMT -5
"Funny business? Everything I do is funny business," Cai replied jovially, skipping down the isles, stopping occasionally to tinker with a strange gizmo or fiddle with doo-dads. The building in which they found themselves was not even really a building, per se. The walls, floor, and ceiling were al hewn from the same rough grey stone, coarse and sturdy like uncut diamond. Bands of fluorescent lights had been installed running the length of the cavern, illuminating all of vast reaches of shelves lining the wares, some of which seemed innocuous enough, others appearing deadly from the start. Some even coming equipped with a pre-sale helping of blood coating the edges.
"Why he ever chose this place, I'll never know. Damn hard to find, if you ask me. Too many fun things to give to all the kiddies to be hiding around here in an asteroid, but the dude is kinda crazy. Good thing we don't have to worry about that, eh Skippy?" Cai nudged Ripper with an elbow and a grin that said he absolutely believed his own declaration of sanity.
Ripper was right, however, that something seemed off. Cai had never come here and had it been so... quiet. The Toy Maker was always working on something, building something new, fixing something old, adding extra features. The dude did not seem to sleep, from what Cai could tell, and just spent all his time tinkering. Cai followed suit as he and Ripper neared the end of the aisle, pulling Ice from its holster and holding it by his side.
Nearby, a thin silver line in the wall ran from one end of the cavern to the other, ending here. It was easy to miss, unless you already knew it was there, indicating where the wall folded in on itself and created a natural passageway, separating the warehouse from the workshop. Thick fumes of oil and grease wafted down the passage as the two of the walked along, eyes scanning for signs of movement. Where were the drones? Where were the sensors? Why was there no tacos? All these things ran through Cai's head as he walked into the Toy Maker's workshop, only to find it as empty as the warehouse.
"Well, when you're right, you're right."
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Post by The Ripper on Nov 26, 2016 4:18:43 GMT -5
Ripper watched Cai's rambling path through the cool, hard stone passages with a curious eye. The way that the walls glimmered in the shine of that humming strip of light, it was almost as though they were making their way through a cave of ice, towards a mystery that explorers had sought for centuries. The only signs of life, here, were the toys that Cai stopped here and there to fiddle with, along the way.
Still, the place bothered him - not the walls that pressed in close to him, but the silence, and the layer of dust that they stirred up as they walked.
Ripper's gaze flicked from Cai, to the passage ahead of them, back to Cai, and ... "Hey, is that a pulse-stun grenade that you just picked up? I haven't seen one of those in years."
For a few moments his eyes lit up, like those of a kid in a candy store, and his grin flashed back to full life in spite of his unease, before it was stolen by a frown, as Cai put the toy back down.
Ripper's response was a bark of laughter, genuine amusement at Cai's deceleration. Stretching out a hand to brush his fingertips through the fine layer of dust on the wall, his frown only deepened when the skin on his fingers came away jet-black, and smelling like the bitter, acrid tang of smoke.
"Well, the infamous they do say that the definition of madness is doing the same thing time and again, and expecting different results. So, if that's the one that you're going by, then you have my heartsfelt agreement."
After seeing the way that Cai opened the wall, and what to look for, Ripper also added silver seams to his list of things to keep an eye out for.
Ducking his head, he followed Cai into the warehouse, more tense than ever as the stale air came forward to meet them.
"Um, I don't suppose that friend of yours is invisible, or keeps his real workshop a few seconds out of sync with this patch of space-time, or something alone those lines?"
Of course, Ripper knew the answer to those questions, well before he'd even asked them.
Once more, his gaze flicked across to Cai.
"I suppose the nest move is to fan out and look for clues, isn't it? Unless you can see anything out of place from where we're standing."
He strained his ears in the silence, keeping his breathing shallow as he did so, so as not to miss anything, or anyone.
"This place isn't booby-trapped is it, do you know?"
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Post by Cai Dorough on Feb 10, 2017 10:01:19 GMT -5
Ducking his head, he followed Cai into the warehouse, more tense than ever as the stale air came forward to meet them.
"Um, I don't suppose that friend of yours is invisible, or keeps his real workshop a few seconds out of sync with this patch of space-time, or something alone those lines?"
Cai shrugged, genuinely uncertain. "Couldn't say, I'm pretty much always out of sync, so maybe."
The workshop seemed as if it had been cleared out in a hurry, a few gizmos still humming with life, but they could well have been left at any time and just continued to run. There was indeed a fine layer of dust on things, but they were inside a giant space rock so that could just be naturally present dust. The few times Cai had been there before, he'd been too entranced in getting his new toys to really pay much attention to the ascetics. Not to mention that one time there were those robots... Shh, not so loud, he'll hear you. He can't hear us, we're in your head. Don't you speak logic to me. Stop telling me what to do!
"I suppose the nest move is to fan out and look for clues, isn't it? Unless you can see anything out of place from where we're standing."
He strained his ears in the silence, keeping his breathing shallow as he did so, so as not to miss anything, or anyone.
"This place isn't booby-trapped is it, do you know?"
Cai burst into laughter, slapping Skippy on the shoulder and doubling over. He went on for a few seconds, struggling to take in a deep breath. "Oh, you said- haha, traps. HA! Oh man. But yeah, clues, thats good, lets take a peekaboo."
The mercenary left his friend to look around the room, chuckling. "Heh, traps, good stuff." He caught sight of a wire hidden in the dust motes, thin as a strand of hair and almost imperceptible, and burst into laughter again as he stepped over it. Seemed the tinker had indeed made certain to guard his wares, though a trip wire was a bit old fashioned and definitely sub-par for his talents. Cai had no doubt that there were other, more disastrously clever traps in wait. Heh, traps.
Cai stepped around the edge of a large workbench, covered in several bits and pieces of either disassembled or pre-assembled machinery. "Hey Skippidy-Doo-Da," good one, "you see anything over there yet? I got a whole steaming load of nothing, topped with whipped nada. You know, like, if there were signs of stuff, but the opposite of that." I should be a writer.
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Post by The Ripper on May 3, 2017 1:44:42 GMT -5
Ripper moved carefully around the room, his step light as though he were stalking prey. After seeing Cai stepping over that wire, the last thing that he wanted to do was trigger something, himself. The items that were in pieces on the bench here were covered in a thick layer of dust, and the hair on the back of his neck refused to lie down.
If there was only one thing that he knew, it was that something was very, very wrong here.
The stale air, the dust, that sense of abandonment... he didn't like it.
Leaning over, he gently blew at what looked like some sort of a half-assembled gun, kicking up a cloud of dust that made him sneeze, the sound echoing off the far walls, almost painfully loud. In turn, his sneezing kicked up more dust, that settled in his skin and hair, making the two match one another.
Cai's voice jolted him back to the moment, and the odd hunt that they were sharing.
Ripper's eyes scanned once more, and lit on a box, that was dust-free.
"Think I've got something, Cai!" Ripper called out, gesturing for his fellow hunter to join him, as he reached for the box.
The moment that he moved it, however, a sharp clicking sound, from the top of a shelf above him caught his attention. Glancing up, he was just in time to see a pair of mounted shotgun barrels rising from what had looked like wood.
Ripper blinked, and pulled a face. "Whoops."
Already, he was turning on his heel, and in motion, heading for cover when the first pair of bullets flew. A quick step to the left, meant that they went between himself and Cai.
"I didn't mean to do that!"
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Post by Cai Dorough on May 3, 2017 16:06:33 GMT -5
Cai only had a few seconds from the sound of the shotgun blasts to assess the situation before all hell broke loose. As the shells popped and the shots sprayed the ground behind him, the mercenary whipped around to see Skippy landing a few feet further back, having leapt to avoid being perforated with 24g of nitrate and lead. Acrid smoke tingled his nose as the gunpowder singed the air around them.
"I didn't mean to do that!" Ripper exclaimed, eyes flicking back from Cai and some grey box atop a nearby shelf.
"Oh, of course, everyone always blames the guns! Don't be such a liberal, Skippy!" A sudden whir, soft and subtle like wire being dragged through sand and muffled beneath stone, caught Cai's ears. In a blink, he began to see slits appearing in the solid stone walls all around them and somewhere in the distance a fire could be heard beginning to rage. Like soap bubbles popping, the myriad items and trinkets and devices around them began to blink out of existence, each with a sharp zap! No smoke, no trap doors, just instant vanishing, as if everything were being sucked away through thin air.
"Um, maybe we should get out of here before something bad happens," Cai began, then ducked as a spinning blade of serrated steel flashed toward his head. The saw blade whizzed overhead and embedded itself in the shelf behind Cai, vibrating under the residual force.
Cai summersaulted through the air, feet over his head in a wide arc, as the floor crumbled beneath him and fire erupted from the newly created hole. He landed nearby the box and quickly snatched it up, tucking it under arm as he bolted past Skippy. "Something bad is happening! Don't be Jon Voight in any movie from the 60's!"
The mercenary leapt over a spreading pool of smoking liquid and bolted straight for the exit.
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Post by The Ripper on May 17, 2017 1:06:34 GMT -5
"I'm not blaming the guns, I'm just making a statement!" Ripper bantered back, as his heartsbeat picked up a few notches. Oh, but he loved this moment. "If I'd meant to do it, then I would have set off missiles or something exciting, not something this tame! Wouldn't want to disappoint you, after all!"
Ripper's eyes flicked around the room, grin spreading wider as he saw the slits in the walls, heard the roar of the fire.
Well, the damage was done, now. His hands flashed out, grabbing things at random as he passed, so that they could look at it in safety. "Load up your arms, while we run! Don't want to let something vital get vanished."
Ripper watches, eyes wide, as the spinning saw blade spun through the air. However, he couldn't stand still to watch Cai's moment of triumph, as, at the moment one of the freshly cleared tables also vanished to reveal another set of holes in the wall, with a razor-sharp tipped arrow glittering cruelly in each of them.
He had seconds to hit the ground, loosing half the gear that he'd grabbed as he did so, and even then, he still felt one of the arrows parting his hair. What he lost vanished like the rest of the things seemed to be doing, there one moment and gone the next.
Ripper stayed down for a few moments longer, to make sure that the holes hadn't automatically loaded with fresh rounds. As much fun as being turned into a living pin cushion might have been, he thought he could pass, for now.
The voice racing past him, and the heat that was almost at his heels pushed him back to his feet, and he decided that Cai mad a good point.
This was further confirmed, when dust, and then small stones began to fall down around his ears, and the entire room shuddered.
"Seriously?" He spoke, half to himself in disbelief, simply because of how primitive it was. "Don't look up, but I think the bloody roof's about to come down ontop of us!"
His feet skidded on the fine dust, and he almost lost his balance as he followed Cai's flying leap over the smoking pool, and landed on the other side, haring for the door. The shudder in the room became more pronounced, a chunk of rock roughly the size of a bowling ball landing centimeters away from their heads, as the rockfall began in earnest.
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Post by Cai Dorough on May 20, 2017 17:55:21 GMT -5
As Cai ran he snatched up a few items where he could, small gizmos, odds and ends, whatever he could fit into pockets or hook through his belts. Dodging chunks of rock as they fell from the collapsing ceiling made the effort a bit more challenging, but Cai managed well just the same. Rifts began forming in the air as he weaved his way through the myriad shelves, forming like hazy mist. One of the shelves toppled over in the quaking and was instantly cleaved in half where it touched the rift.
"Watch out for those!" He twisted around the rift and leapt over another pool of acid, reaching the separating wall to the anterior chamber. The passage looked to be holding steady enough so he ducked inside. His saving grace had been his quick reflexes; two steps into the passage he heard a subtle click and instantly he dove for the ground, a split-second before a laser array activated. No doubt it would have incinerated him had he touched it. The traps were getting deadlier and deadlier as they got closer to the exit, it seemed.
"Hey Skip, remember that time we did that stuff when we were at that other place? Aren't you glad you came along again?" Cai crawled the rest of the way through and jumped back to his feet on the other side. The front room was just as bad as the one they'd just escaped; the many inventions were being sucked away into thin air, acid was spreading quickly across the floor and consuming shelves and displays, defense drones were hovering about and seeking targets to fire at, and somewhere close by was the distinct scent of chocolate chip cookies fresh from the oven.
"Keep up there, Skippy. Don't be an old sponge with hair hanging off it."
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Post by The Ripper on Jun 29, 2017 23:45:45 GMT -5
Ripper's eyes were wide and wild, that old grin of his back in place like it had never left as he twisted sideways between more falling rubble, and then ducked and rolled, the movement taking him under one of the portals, as a shelf came down towards where his head had been. Springing back up without missing a beat, he kept on moving, pressing forward.
"Already on it!" Ripper shot back, as he dodged around another couple of rents in the air, weaving between obstacles like a dog on an agility course.
Left, right, left, don't stop and sit, good boy.
Ripper laughed to himself, as his hand snapped out to catch a book before it hit the ground, and he tucked it deftly into the pocket of his jacket, then followed Cai's flying leap over another smoking pool.
"Hey, here's one for you! What if those shimmery razor blades are actually the only way out of here?"
His sharp ears caught the clicking sound, as Cai stepped on the trigger, and leaped upwards to grab onto a narrow ledge, pulling his feet out of the line of the laser grid's fire. He was quite attached to his feet, when all was said and done.
"That time we did the stuff." Ripper grunted, as he made his way hand over hand, over the deadly beams, and past the danger zone. Then, planting his feet on the wall, he pushed himself back and off it, landing in a crouch in what was, for this second at least, a relatively safe zone. "Yes, this is even better stuff, than the last time."
Ripper followed into the next room, already moving to avoid the blast of one of the drones before he saw it. He almost didn't believe what his senses were telling him, that the laser bolt was somehow splitting time, as it cleaved the air apart. He sure believed it, though, as it hit the leg of one of the benches, and the leg began to sprout roots, branches and leaves, while the rest of the bench crumbled away into dust.
Ripper whistled, even as he kept moving. "You know, I'm beginning to think that your guy here was a genius."
Reaching for his weapons belt, Ripper pulled free one of his throwing knives and sent it twisting end over end, to bury inside one of the drones, taking out the flight controls and knocking it out of the air. "Age has it's advantage, kid!" Ripper teased back. "Grab that drone on the way past, in case we need a key when we reach the door!"
Another click told him that either he or Cai had tripped something else. It didn't really matter who, now, he supposed, as the air started to be sucked out of the room, to be replaced by a green, rolling gas, that burst into flames where it touched the pools of acid, and made the surfaces of shelves and tables and objects hiss and bubble.
"You know, there are people that pay a lot of money for a chemical skin peel, and we're about to get one for free."
He was loosing himself to the moment, to the weave and dodge of the dance that they were caught in, everything and nothing registering in his mind, the unimportant discarded in favor of staying alive for the next second, and the next. It didn't matter what drone fired, he was already gone, leading the bolts chasing him onward, to take out another one of its' fellows, as Cai cut his own path through the moment at his side.
A pair of twin explosions scorched the air, as both drones exploded simultaneously.
This was what he lived for.
"Not far to go, now!"
Even his own voice sounded like it was coming from everywhere and nowhere, refracting off of time, and echoing amongst the seconds. This place was beautiful, in the same way that a shark was beautiful. Deadly, efficient, and built perfectly for the job that it did.
"I'd hate to have to pay your friends' insurance bill!"
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Post by Cai Dorough on Jul 13, 2017 17:28:03 GMT -5
Cai scooped up one of the downed drones upon Skippy's suggestion; it was heavy, for its size, like carrying a small child in an even small box. He tucked its protruding arm under his belt and continued his mad dash for the exit. He dodged spinning saw blades, rolled under a toppling shelf of vanishing devices that he managed to grab two of before they joined the rest in whatever pocket universe they were being sucked into.
Across the room, finally, his TARDIS had been sealed off behind an iron barricade that had dropped into place, sealing the showroom from the holding area. The roiling fumes of the chemical cloud approached at concerning speed, burning away anything it touched.
The mercenary searched around, looking for any device to hack into and remove the wall, but there was nothing even remotely resembling an access port. He screamed in frustration, slashing furiously at the wall with his sword. Furor grew to an almost uncomfortable heat in his hand as its blade made hardly a scratch in the barrier.
"Well, this blows. He is the only person who can make something Furor can't cut through, but this is just excessive and oh hey, look, we're gonna die from chemical melting. Damnit!" Frustrated, Cai pulled the drone from his belt and hurled it at the wall, needing to break something. However, a section of the wall pulled open as the machine approached.
Cai's eyes widened a second, shocked. "Move it!" He took advantage of the opening and dove through before it could slam shut again, hearing the chemical cloud sizzle against the metal barrier as it shut behind them.
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