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| Gala | Mon May 28, 2012 4:41 pm Post #16 |
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One of the men grabbed both of her arms in a vise-like grip. Literally - his arms were metal and his hands were moon-shaped hooks that tightened around Gala's arms. She squirmed and struggled, unable to gesture and unable to focus. Someone tied a cloth over her mouth and shoved a bag over her head. Ropes were wrapped around her hands and feet and she was tossed over someone's shoulder like a bag of flour. She continued to writhe and fidget until someone hit her on the head with something heavy. It didn't knock her out. It only stunned her and she went limp. When she stopped seeing stars, she stayed limp. Let them think she was unconscious. After an indeterminable amount of time, she was carried down some stairs. "Is she still out?" someone asked. "No," the person carrying her said. "Her breathing's all wrong and her poor little heart is pounding." 'Poor little heart' was loaded with so much sarcasm it dripped. She was dropped half on something warm and reasonably pliable and half in a spot of icy water on a cold floor. The pliable thing gave out a whump of air. Someone took off the bag. She blinked in the darkness. They were in a cellar, or someplace similar. Gala couldn't see any people, just vague shadows and soft voices. The person nearest to her, whom she had landed on, was Rummsfield. He was unconscious, but his breathing was slow and even. Someone when to remove her gag, but someone else said, "Don't. She's dangerous enough without her voice." "She had her mind wiped - how dangerous could she possibly be?" "Hmmm....well, leave the gag on just in case." "Now what?" a different voice asked. "We just rip their limbs off and be done with it?" "We wait," the man who said to leave Gala's mouth covered said. "We've got at least one of the Dr. Fixxit's corpses here. We need as many as we can get to bring him down. I'll deal with the assistant and the girl - by the time I'm done, it will look like Rummsfield died under Fixxit's knife and the girl will be just another science project. If the corpses don't condemn him, what happens to her will." |
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| Fixitt | Wed May 30, 2012 8:13 pm Post #17 |
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Fixitt sighed as he walked around the corner, two more men were waiting for him, but this time, one ran away while the other stood his ground, raising two metal fists up to guard his face, while his elbows blocked most of his stomach as he leaned forward. Fixitt raised an eyebrow, "Two against one would have been easier... meaning the other one is either going for reinforcements or going to inform someone that I'm still not dead yet. I guess I'll just have to beat the information out of you." The man rushed forward and Fixitt replied in kind, both of them sent out short jabs to keep the other on their toes, the two seemed to be even when it was only their fists, but when Fixitt brought his metal leg up and connected with a low kick, the blade in his foot sunk into the flesh of his leg, causing him to yelp in pain. At that moment Fixitt brought his leg back and quickly stepped forward, sending his metal fist into the chin of the fist fighting flunky. He watched as the man fell onto his backside and groaned, Fixitt forced the blade in his arm to extend as he crouched down, placing it against the man's stomach, "Now talk, or else I'll make you my new dissection dummy." The man knew of the crazy crackpot doctor, and he knew the threat probably was true, he started to talk quickly, trying to get away from the made doctor, "They wanted you arrested or dead! We were supposed to distract you long enough to capture Rummsfield and the little girl, they're in the basement of the only mansion in the area, please don't dissect me!" Fixitt growled as he stood up, using his normal foot to kick the man across the jaw, knocking him out, it was time to pay a little visit to his foes. If the man was to politically powerful, he would have to let him live, but if he made him angry... there were no promises. |
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| Gala | Sat Jun 2, 2012 2:43 am Post #18 |
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The ropes were too tight to do anything against - Gala could barely twitch her fingers. She had no way to bring Rummsfield back to consciousness. She was very much out of ideas. The door opened again and a man was silhouetted against the light before descending downstairs with a clatter. "Doctor Fixxit's on his way," he gasped. "We have to..." The shadowy man who seemed to be in charge silenced him. "Mitch, Keeler - take the girl. I'll deal with the assistant now. The girl we can always hand over for the reward - whole or not." Gala was picked up again and thrown over a shoulder. She was carried up the stairs in front of the biggest man she'd ever seen, who was carrying Rummsfield much like she was being carried. When they got to the top of the steps, Rummsfield was taken one way, she another. She was carried for quite some time. She tried to keep track of where they made turns and when, but it just blurred together after a while - one hallway looked very much like another. Finally, they reached a long row of wooden doors - all identical. They stopped at one of the middle ones and shot back the bolt. It was pitch black inside. One of the men lit a candle. It illuminated a small, narrow room with a pallet and candle holder. The man stuck the candle in the holder and the other dropped her on the pallet. Then the man who had the candle took a key out of his pocket and locked the door. Two men could not stand abreast in this room - it was too narrow. So they faced each other across the door and stood their in silence. They did not glance at Gala, who was laying trussed on the pallet, trying to think of what to do next. |
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| Fixitt | Sun Jun 3, 2012 7:05 pm Post #19 |
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Fixitt ran down the roads, heading towards the mansion, when he finally caught sight or a man running with a large load on his shoulder... it was Rummsfield. He ran faster to catch up to the man, shouting at him, "Drop my assistant right now you scoundrel!" He did so, dropping Rummsfield to the ground as he turned, revealing the same brute from the other night that he had so wished to kill. Fixitt did not feel calm, nor did he feel anger, he was only interested in testing out the capabilities of his new leg. The man grinned as he brought a fist down at Fixitt's head, which was swiftly dodged as Fixitt used his metal leg to kick that man in the stomach, the knife sliding out piercing the man's stomach. He stumbled back as he held his stomach, but Fixitt didn't give him much time, he brought his knee up into the man's leg, piercing the flesh of his thigh. Fixitt watched him fall and stepped over him, lifting his arm up to punch and finish him off, until the man spoke out, "Wait! They moved the girl! If you spare me, I'll tell you where they took her!" Fixitt paused for a moment, he didn't have a girl of any sort... but he knew of only one person they could mean, they had kidnapped Gala. He didn't agree, but the man spilled his guts when he pressed a blade onto his throat, he learned of their next hiding place... an old well nearby had a passage way, used in the old days to smuggle goods. The mansion had a path near it that would lead them to a room with an old cage, used to smuggle wild animals. Fixitt nodded as he stepped away from him, kicking Rummsfield in the side, he groaned as he woke up, slowly standing up. Rummsfield saw the rage and hatred in Fixitt's eyes and nodded once, letting Fixitt run off to find his foes, while Rummsfield bent down to the man, as if to inspect his wounds. Instead he searched the man's pockets and found a worn knife, he took it up and thrust it into the man's throat, he looked away as he gurgled and started back towards the docks, Fixitt would need help getting rid of all the bodies. |
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| Gala | Mon Jun 4, 2012 3:07 am Post #20 |
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Eventually, Gala quit struggling. Maybe if she did something repetitive, it would help her concentrate. She closed her eyes and focused her will. Slowly she moved her ring finger in a tiny circle. "Clear your mind. Think about the circle." Her finger moved around and around. "Just the circle. Don't worry about the spell, just focus on the circle. Panic and fear will only distract you." Around and around and around... She opened her eyes and stared at one of the men. He felt the pressure of her will on his before the spell worked. He turned to stare at her. She locked eyes with him. "Fear me." she thought at him. "Fear me." He turned dead white and fainted. The other man drew his sword and level it at Gala's throat. She turned her dark-eyed gaze on him. "Fear." It was easier now that she was focused already. The man dropped his sword and ran to the door but was too panicked to remember he had the key in his pocket. "Let me out!" he screamed. "GET ME OUTTA HERE!" |
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| Fixitt | Tue Jun 5, 2012 4:36 pm Post #21 |
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Fixitt kept running, past people yelling for him to stop, past other men and women wondering why Fixitt was running around like a mad man, he refused to to stop for anyone. It wasn't long until he saw the old well, which he didn't bother to inspect, instead he leaped over the well and grabbed the well worn rope, sliding down the well at a rapid speed, until he put his foot against the wall, the scraping metal on stone started to slow his fall. He landed heavily as the well walls ended on one side, he reached out with his hand and barely caught the edge, he slowly let go of the rope and put his hands on the edge of the tunnel's mouth. Climbing over the edge was no small feat, his metal limbs made it more difficult to lift himself. He looked around the dank tunnel and grinned, he could barely hear voices, but one of them was yelling, it was a was away, but it wouldn't be long until he found out who was down the tunnel. He rushed down the tunnel, breathing heavily from the strain of fighting and running, but the voices were getting louder and louder. He heard the thumping of fists on wood as he came to a fork in the road, he growled as he went to the door and went to work. Using the blade in his arm to pop the bolts out of the hinges, before the door could fall on top of Fixitt he jumped back, letting the man run past him. He looked past the door and saw Gala, tied up in this small dark prison. He went about untying her and smiled as he spoke, "I'm glad they didn't kill you, but we should keep on moving. I met Rummsfield, saved him before I came here, now we should keep on moving, we have a few people to deal with before we can get out." Taking the well up would be to tiresome, they would have to get out the way Gala had come down... through enemy territory. |
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| Gala | Thu Jun 7, 2012 3:46 am Post #22 |
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"Good," Gala said, getting up and rubbing her chaffed wrists. "The man behind his - I think he's that other doctor you mentioned earlier. He was trying to frame you for your assistant's murder." She did not add 'and my kidnapping.' There was no point in trying to explain right now. Or ever, for that matter. "He was with Rummsfield. That's where he said he was going." They ran until they reached a four way intersection. "Wait," Gala said. She closed her eyes and touched her forehead, searching for traces of evil. "I sense six of them straight ahead of us. Not this intersection, but the next. Their packed together - I think they're in a hallway or a room." OOC |
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| Fixitt | Fri Jun 15, 2012 3:32 am Post #23 |
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Fixitt growled as he heard Gala talk about their foe, he started to take longer and deeper breaths, he wasn't the most fit person for this constant combat and sprinting, it was taking a toll on his body. While he knew his metal limbs never got tired, but the stumps they were attached to did... and with the next tidbit of information from Gala, it seemed he would have to fight through several other men, most of them probably trained fighters now that the scum of their gang has either run off or been dealt with. He lead the way down the hall, almost bumping into two men who were starting to walk down one of the adjacent crossing tunnels. Fixitt grimaced as he hugged the wall, waiting for the first moment they came into his sight. Once they were near, he jumped out and let the blade of his arm sink into the throat of the nearest man, twisting his waist up to kick the man in the neck, silencing both with one swift movement. He pulled his blades out and sighed, "Those two dodged your little magical ability there... and I have no idea how to take on six men at once... I was just lucky those two weren't being cautious. These next guys will be ready to fight and be much better trained then I am... we need to come up with a plan. Do you have any other spells or abilities that could help us weaken them or something to stop their attacks?" He was grasping at straws, if they couldn't figure a way to bypass them without fighting to much... that meant a fairly long rope climb up a vertical shaft, Fixitt knew he would give out before reaching the half way mark, which means this was their only real viable way up. All he could do was hope that Gala had a plan or some kind of spell to get them out of this mess. |
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