Of Escorts and Assassins. [Open]

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Being delivered to New York in a fancy stretch limo the man inside was wearing a typical black suit as per instructed. The rest of his equipment was in here but to avoid suspicion he wasn't allowed to take or wear it while leaving the car. Not to mention it was under a secret compartment--or multiple--to keep it hidden in case any civilians cared to look in when Neptune exited. Having made his way to Jersey this trip wasn't all that difficult of one to make. Looking around he did remember New York a little and some phrase that someone who was once important to him said, "New York, a great place to visit. A horrible place to live." That was probably coming from the bias since that person lived in a poor financial state but it couldn't be that bad, right? Neptune was to escort Jason Grummel some rich snobby type or something. That's what the description seemed to point toward. As the Limousin rolled in he would exit the car and stand next to the door. His orders were to wait here and take note of any suspicious activity. It would be really useful if he had a tracker with him but he would have to settle with instincts. Awaiting the man's exit from the building he wondered what was done that he had a mercenary after him.

Subject: Re: Of Escorts and Assassins. [Open] Tue Dec 18, 2012 12:31 pm

(wearing a disguise, -20 mp, 0 remaining)

"Hey? It good and tight?" He tugged on the backpack. A yes-man nodded at him, the wind blowing over the two of the as they stood on top of the building. "Alright! This is going to be sweet."

"Sir," the man shouted over the wind. "What makes this different from all the other times you've done this?" He turned to the man and smiled. He pulled out a water balloon. Within it, there was bright blue paint.

"I'm going to commit vandalism this time!" He took a running leap off of the building, spreading his arms and yelling as he fell. "Wooooooooooo!" He must have fallen 13 stories before pulling the ripcord, his parachute jetting out and blooming up with the air. In his hand, the water balloon called to him. A grin, as he noted a child and father walking along the sidewalk. "Yes! Perfect!" From his vantage point he flung the balloon that the child's head. With a sickening smack the balloon exploded, painting the child's head read. Assault. Vandalism. They're sort of the same thing. He touched down on the steps, behind an individual in a suit as he tore off the back back and stuffed a parachute inside,winging it at the father of the now blue child. The pack connected, knocking the man unconscious. "Next time your little shit of a kid does it I'm going to fuck your wife!" He didn't hear, because he was out cold, but it made him feel better. He turned to face the man in the suit. "Terribly sorry, should have introduced myself before knocking that man out in an act of vengeance. I'm Jason Grummel." He stuck out his hand. "Are you my mook for the evening?" He looked the man over. Yeah, I'd hit it.

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Not showing any facial expressions to whatever he just saw the man who had jumped off the building had been the man he was sent here to escort. Great...he now understood why someone would want to kill him. He was kind of a dick albeit a funny one. Following procedure, at least for now, he would open the door as the man introduced himself and proceeded to respond, "I'll be your escort for today." If he decided to step in then Neptune would follow afterwards and let them sit in silence unless of course Mr. Grummel decided to spark a conversation which seemed likely considering his attitude. He wondered how he was able to get away with such things as assault or breaking air traffic laws or whatever laws he broke by parachuting illegally. "I'm pretty sure there's a committee for that." he thought to himself. It didn't really matter he hadn't fully adjusted to society yet considering his training which is why he still took on military jobs.

Subject: Re: Of Escorts and Assassins. [Open] Tue Dec 18, 2012 12:55 pm

"Alright Mook, lets get rolling." He walked over to the limousine and let himself in, sliding into it and patting the seat in front of him. "There, sit there. Easier to talk." he hit a button next to the seat, letting out two bottles of wine. One was next to him, the other where his mook would be sitting. "Drink up Mook, this shit is fi-ine."

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"I'm not allowed to drink on the job." He responded. This was partially true. While in this country he wasn't allowed to drink at all considering he was only 19 and the legal drinking age was 21. It was partially disappointing but yet again it wasn't. He has had some alcohol before in other countries where it was legal but he wasn't fond of it. It made him lose his edge if he took too much. Then again if he passed that threshold he found out he could fight while drunk in a really unpredictable manner...drunken fist or something? Even so it was something he'd prefer not to do especially when in charge of someone else's life.

Subject: Re: Of Escorts and Assassins. [Open] Tue Dec 18, 2012 1:13 pm

"Fuck you, drink some wine." He said this with a sudden scowl, then shifted his expression back to a smile. "I'm kidding, Mook. More for me then~" His voice was practically sing song. He opened up the first one and started taking a large swing of it. He rested the bottle on his "So, tell me Mook: what is your profession exactly? I have a way about knowing things, and seem to be fairly young for a body guard. Am I being tricked?" His eyes shifted about the car cab suspiciously. "Are you a hooker-gram?" He shifted forward. "Is that why you can't drink; they need you to be conscious while I violate you?"

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Being the most tolerant of the group really helped in this situation. Mercury would've...well, no. He would've just drank and not cared about the regulations. However, if this was Mars? This man would probably be killed. Whether now or in the relatively close future. "My current profession involves escorting you to your destination safely." Answering this question vaguely this was all he was allowed to say regardless of this man's stature. He wasn't even allowed to speak of the program to people who "technically" ranked higher (only through public rank, were he to bring out his full identification he would outrank practically everyone who didn't have this identification or the single one above it to give orders to these soldiers) than him in the military due to getting orders from the higher ups to not reveal it. "I also am not here for your sexual pleasure. However, if you wish to stop by for a hooker or two do not let my presence prevent you from doing so." The drone of the car continued as they moved through the city. Luckily nothing had yet happened and would stay that way until they left so that civilians wouldn't get in the way of his job.

Subject: Re: Of Escorts and Assassins. [Open] Tue Dec 18, 2012 1:32 pm

"No, no hookers necessary. I was merely curious. Its not like the military to send a child, so I suspect that you are quite skilled. Probably you have special training, Mook." He finished the first wine bottle, rolling down the window and chucking it upside the head of a random old woman. It wasn't actually intentional, but as he rolled up his window he muttered to himself that she may have just died but that it was alright, because she was old and probably going to die tomorrow. He looked back to mook. "So, mook, do you know why you're escorting me about this evening?"

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"I am allowed to inform you that I have had special training. You need not worry about your safety." He said this in a the typical distant and impersonal military tone that he was trained to speak in. He was waiting for them to get out of the limo so he could speak more casually. This was going to be boring soon. They were heading to the outskirts of town now where they would be put in another vehicle and judging by the fact there was a 5 minute exposure time for Mr. Grummel to change vehicles this would most likely be when the initial attack would happen. As he started taking off his clothes as he neared it the man would see black underarmor opposed to his nude self. This was mainly so he could change in front of the man not that he was worried for if he did end up having to get naked he wasn't self conscious in the slightest. The Xerilium did the body a lot of good and he was more than in shape. "I was informed that there was a mercenary/assassin/hitman/whatever you want to label it hired to kill you."

Subject: Re: Of Escorts and Assassins. [Open] Tue Dec 18, 2012 1:45 pm

"No, but didn't you wonder why it was you, specifically?" He held the other wine bottle in hand, waiting to open it. "Think about it: the military sends a specially trained operative-- one-- to protect a stuck up, snobby business man that most people would be glad died." He tapped his head. "Think about it kid. You're missing something the rest of us aren't." They were reaching the switch off point. "There's a reason you're protecting me today mook. Do you even know where we are going?"

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"I assumed it was because the others would be meeting us at the other points and securing the areas and that I was best suited for the initial transport. Also, no. I only know that we're taking you to a secure location." As he was fully dressed and the blade and shield was on his back his helmet was the only thing not on right now as he continued to speak with this man who seemed to know way too much. "What do you mean I'm missing something?" He asked. Truthfully, he was breaking what he was supposed to be doing but at this point he wasn't even sure what he was supposed to be doing. Was the facility using this to bring him back? As they reached the extraction point they were taken to a heavily wooded area which was rather strange. He didn't even remember seeing this part of New York near where they at. He wasn't getting out of the vehicle until this question was answered to at least some degree.

Subject: Re: Of Escorts and Assassins. [Open] Tue Dec 18, 2012 2:06 pm

"Well, let me put it like this: the other three missed something too." He smiled. "I don't think you will. Not for long anyway. The secure location we're going too is a military base located in the dead center of the Nevada Desert. They store all kinds of fun shit there: nukes, chemical weapons, assorted experimental aircraft. Now, they also have demonic artifacts. You might say they are somewhat of a specialty of mine." They kept going through the desert. "The assassin is a very different kind of foe from what you're probably expecting." A bump in the car: light but jarring nonetheless. "You should be glad they put you here. At this moment, you would't want to be elsewhere."

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"Three? Only three of them are left? Who are they?" He said getting kind of antsy. He was usually laid back but when it came to knowing whether his friends actually survived he didn't particularly care about whether or not he was breaking what was expected of him by this Mr. Grummel guy. He felt kind of guilty that he rather have some alive than others but you could only choose 3 and he had the three in his head without a second thought. "And...demons? What?" He said this confused not even knowing if that was a code name or if it was religious banter or something. He wondered what type of enemy they would be encountering if he was lucky to be here.

Subject: Re: Of Escorts and Assassins. [Open] Tue Dec 18, 2012 2:53 pm

They pulled over, and the door opened. "In due time, child." He slid out of the car, standing up and walking over to the center of the area. He just stood there for a moment, bottle of wine in hand. It seemed as if he as waiting for something, daring it almost.

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And with that he put on his helmet, slightly annoyed at the man for speaking so vaguely. Sitting inside for a brief second he stepped out rapidly when he heard the wine bottle smash. He expected to see it on the floor but no the man was still standing there okay the only thing different was that the wine bottle had been snapped in half. By what? He wasn't sure until this rather large, hulkish beast let out an intense roar that seemed a bit over the top. Using guess work he could tell by the smoldering glass on the floor that he had used those two flaming whips in his hands to do this. Whether to make his presence clear or to just intimate the man who knew too much. Leaving his shield and sword in place he grabbed the handle and then would rush towards the man. Obviously, with those midranged weapons he would attempt to wrap the warrior but this was why he left the shield in place. Not wanting to play around with the man he made sure that when he threw the first whip that he was far enough so that the end of the whip would hit the shield so it couldn't wrap around anything. Now moving in closer the second was thrown as the other was getting prepared to attack and he used his sword to wrap the tip of that one around so he didn't have to worry about it for the moment. Jumping towards the warrior he now pulled out his shield as the second whip came and threw it to the ground at an angle where it would catch the whip and the part that would get stuck in the ground would have the indent of the shield trapping it...or at least stopping it from reaching its mark. Landing the kick in the creatures neck it would step back and trip over a root of a tree and proceed to fall on it, knocking the tree down. It would immediately get back at which point Neptune would have retrieved his shield and free'd his sword from the unmanipulated whip and was preparing for the next move. "You probably should get into the next vehicle while I hold him off. I'll find a way to catch up."

Subject: Re: Of Escorts and Assassins. [Open] Tue Dec 18, 2012 3:55 pm

The wine bottle had shattered. A little wheel in the executive mind of this man started to turn, and it gained moment with each passing moment. "My liquor," he stated. It was blank at first, and he vanished into his own world. Briefly, everything faded. "That wine was 200 years old. I aged it myself in prime conditions for 200 years..." He glared at the assassin. "That jack ass. I need to hire somebody more respectful next time." He held a phone in his back pocket, and he was reaching for it. "I'm going to fucking kill him."

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The man didn't move and seemed to be reaching in his back pocket. Taking note of how stubborn he was Neptune made sure to try to push more distance between the two. Despite having a ranged weapon it could only take him so far and once up close he wouldn't be able to combat the man. Or so he thought. As the two handles to the whip merged the actual part used for the attacks now spun together and shrunk as they became much thicker and formed into a giant ax. The creature would then proceed to spin on its heel and build a lot of momentum before preparing to throw the ax at the two and potentially just destroying the car as a whole. If Neptune didn't find a way to stop it and chose to avoid it then the man behind him, the one he was supposed to be protecting would end up getting hit. The only moves he had available were the ones that involved self preservation. Perhaps if the others were here to help escort him away it wouldn't be to difficult to deal with but now he had to be clever. As the ax was thrown he jumped in the air and landed on top of it sticking onto it because of >>[[Newton'sBlessing]]. As he waited to time the jump right so he would use the ax's momentum to help launch himself further as it took its pivot he jumped and would hopefully knock Mr. Grummel down so that the ax wouldn't destroy his face and body.

Subject: Re: Of Escorts and Assassins. [Open] Wed Dec 19, 2012 12:14 am

As he grabbed the phone, a giant axe that was hurled towards him made itself obvious in his view, with mook riding on top of it. He simple fell to the ground to avoid the both of them, standing back up with phone in hand. A dial of numbers, an angry voice, and a click. That was all it took. He stared at the being that had so rudely broken his wine, and looked up into the sky. He licked his finger, and stuck it out as he extended his other arm and checked the watch on his wrist. A devious grin appeared on his face. A sudden gust of wind as it began to enter in from view. "Hey, Fuckhat!" He called. "Stand right there! I fucking dare you to stand right fucking there!" He looked over to mook. "Hey, Mook! Cover your head!" He looked up; and here it came. A little metal ball, maybe the size of a human torso. It was engulfed in flame, speeding down from the sky like god's gavel beating down on a poodium of earth to cast judgement. "And the hammer... falls!" It would completely obliterate the assassin. He cackled. "You have failed your assignment!"

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Seeing the man duck the jump he made was unnecessary but he still did it in order to not have to deal with any potential abilities the blade had. Jumping and rolling on the floor and making sure the ax wouldn't catch him as he did this is continued to fly as it passed him and hit a tree going half way through it. As he now turned to see what the man had meant by getting covering his head he actually decided to look and saw the assassin under the smoldering remains of a satellite. A. Fucking. Satellite.

A.

Fucking.

Satellite.

He wasn't even sure how to react but that just happened. "What the fuck." He muttered to himself completely dumbfounded by such a drastic measure. I mean...death by satellite? It's a cool way to kill someone but a horrible way to die. Kind of anticlimactic.

Subject: Re: Of Escorts and Assassins. [Open] Thu Dec 20, 2012 9:46 am

"Well, that happened." He flicked the cellphone closed, and waved over at his mook. "Hey! Mook! C'mere." He motioned to his side. "We've got a car to catch, and I have a gift for you."

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Putting the blade back in its sheath and the strapping the shield to said sheath he followed the man's instructions. I mean if he didn't there might be a satellite dropped on him. A fucking satellite. Also, Neptune liked presents. Getting into the back of the car and assuming the man would as well he wondered what the gift would be and why he would even have the gift in the first place. Taking off his helmet and resting it on his lap he needed to make sure he could put it back on if needed say another being were to attack them whether planned or not.

Subject: Re: Of Escorts and Assassins. [Open] Sat Dec 22, 2012 4:30 pm

The executive entered the car after mook, sliding in the seat with a somewhat dejected expression on his face. "They sure don't make wine that good anymore..." A light sigh as he handed mook the cellphone. "You're going to need this later." He motioned to the driver, and car resumed movement. "Now, tell me: what was that you just fought? Any ideas?" He grinned. "Because its going to be very relevant to you in due time."

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Taking the cellphone he went through the contacts list only one name in particular standing out to him: Mercury. He would definitely have to make a call eventually but this moment was not opportune. Looking back at the man after putting it in a secure pocket that zipped up so that it wouldn't fall out through any odd acrobatics he would say, "I'm assuming there were other military experiments than just us? I mean, I'm sure there are now but I can only assume there were others during our time experimenting along the same lines of what I was a part of?" He always suspected they weren't particularly special in that aspect but this guy he fought was beyond crazy. His magical abilities were far above what Neptune's were or at least where they currently stood. Although, he did have the same weakness of satellites...but that was pretty common among people and not just military experiments and whatnot.

Subject: Re: Of Escorts and Assassins. [Open] Mon Dec 24, 2012 3:08 am

"Oh yeah, there were definitely others." He fumbled through a random panel that he'd opened in the side of the car. "Lots of others. A metric fuckton or more, even. You guys were first generation of a radical new program that used genetic manipulation to augment human beings." He seemed to have grabbed something, as he smiled. He pulled out another bottle of wine, much to his own delight. "Of course, the gifted were much better suited to the task, you being manufactured to be like you are they being born like that. Not your fault; you're just a victim of circumstance. The discovery of the gifted, unfortunately, made you into a liability. Why have soldiers that spit in the face of the natural order when you can let nature take its own course?" He popped the cork, and took a swig of the wine. "The fact of the matter is, you were the military's answer to a question, but nature's answer was far better. The people that came after you... well, 'people' would be what they were before the various programs that were spawned in the wake of yours. The things created after you, while relatively few, took inspiration from aberrational entities like the thing that you just saw get crushed."

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Listening to the man Neptune felt somewhat disappointed. He wasn't even supposed to be what he was and he knew that but he was so good at it and it wasn't a field he particularly wanted to excel in. Mercury's view was always appealed to him and he always wanted to become a normal human being and not have to deal with the consequences of the military life. Although, there was this one thing that he had over the naturals that he felt he could help them with. "How long have all of The Gifted been in commission 1 and a half..maybe 2 years?" He asked. Even though finding out he was an abomination and was then easily replaced by nature was something that wasn't all that great of a realization he felt that he could at least support the successors especially if they had the objective that the G:O.D.S were supposed to have. Just because he was outdated equipment did not make him a contribution even if just a sacrificial lamb to protect them in a time of need. He didn't have any tracks on where to look for the others other than this. So this would be the next step in his search for the people of his past. It's been a long a clueless two years and he was at least getting something now with this man...whoever he was.

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