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Years and years of CR garbage

Who: Saber (

iuramentum ) and an assortment of other lovelies.
Where: Mostly on Leith, but probably goddamn everywhere. Lbr.
When: THE MISTS OF TIME ~*~ (5 years-Present day)
Summary: General "here's why I know you, and you're still a goddamn idiot" CR bullshitting. Ayyyy. (CR Plotting post can be found here for perusal.)
Restrictions/Warnings: Probably a lot of cussing because some nerds don't use their inside voice.

OPTION A:
Guess what time it is?
SHITTY WARRANT TIME. This may range from simple but mind-numbingly boring tasks such as sorting paperwork according to date or alphabetically by the proxy-client's last name, recovering a precious family heirloom from the dump like three planets away that somehow miraculously got thrown out in the trash, so on and so forth. At least it's not a dangerous job...

OPTION B:
...unlike this prompt, which is gonna be all about that dangerous warrant goodness. Hell yeah.
Which means weapons: out, guns: blazing, shit: about to be rocked. People are probably/maybe/absolutely going to get seriously hurt in the crossfire, so hopefully one of you brought off-brand Hello (space) Kitty band-aids to put on any really nasty gunshot wounds or whatever.

OPTION C:
Somewhere, somehow, with some twist of fate, getting shitfaced drunk is now on the schedule. This is the obligatory 'socialize in a bar' prompt.
Maybe it was an accident (likely), you dragged her here (also likely), or she figured it wouldn't hurt to have a drink off-duty just to half-heartedly pretend she isn't a total stick in the mud (maybe once in a blue moon). Either way, here you are, in what may or may not be a real craphole of a bar.
...unless it's your bar. Then it might be a little less 'covered in grime' and more 'charmingly rustic'????

OPTION D:
You know what a good way to unwind from work is?
Beating up your RAC friends! With friendship punches!
Sparring is a time-honored tradition to strengthen bonds between co-workers, so here's Saber, all kitted up in safety equipment a size or two too big for her but still resolutely determined to try piledriving an unlucky someone (you,lbr here) face-first into the ground. Warm-up wrasslin first, then weapons can come out afterwards.

WILDCARD!
You do you, cupcake!

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[its no surprise that seven generations forward people are obsessed when it comes to their land. less so when it's old town and there's hardly much land to begin with.

he'd been asked a favor that was more a guilt trip with pay than anything and it gets him right in the middle of a firefight. Where the hell're the Enforcers? The scavengers after whatever parts bodies'll drop? Well they're there, of course. But they're avoiding the note of unhinged laughter that settles across lead and hot metal like aching bones. Or something poetic.

There's nothing poetic about the giggling redhead flying along with his guns drawn.]

[ It should also be no surprise that when someone decides to have a night on the town that may or may not actually destroy said town, the Company might actually consider using outside contacts to get things back under control. They can't have anarchy popping up right under their nose, now can they?

At any rate, Badou should probably pick up the pace, since an answering plume of dust rockets skyward as something (or someone) makes a hard contact landing two streets down.

Two seconds later, a hilariously small blur of black and blonde vengeance comes barrelling out of the alley. RUN, FORREST, RUN! ]

Edited 2017-02-07 02:57 (UTC)

[if he notices the Big Damn Entrance he pays it no mind, too busy trying to fuck up those he was sent to uh,

negotiate ??? with??? where they're backed in a nice little hidey corner with ammo and plenty of shittalk they don't exactly feel in their balls.

You might here a faint bellow of CIIIIGAAAAAREEEEEEEETTES in the distance by the way]

[ ~~WOW. I can't believe I just wasted a Cool Guys Entry moment on your unappreciative ass >8C~~
Welp. She knows what's up.

Suspicious little group of assholes with ammo or no, her focus is clearly on making Badou eat shit in the barest sense of the phrase. Considering she's got her weapon out (which isn't at all obvious because lmao invisibility is super duper handy), things are going to get a little bit spicy.

Saber leads up with a low, sweeping kick while she has the advantage of surprise, though. Sucker punch? Yes. Effective? Also yes. ]

[sorry next time he'll be around to oooh and ahhh with the rest of the masses. It's cool.

Yeah he goes fucking flying-- or at least he flips over and lands on his ass-- but in no-cig mode he springs back quick, firing off three shots in her direction, mouth stretched in a wide grin]

[ The first she doesn't bother diverting her path for - twisting aside just so for the bullet to sail past half an inch from her cheek. The other two get batted aside in a shower of sparks with two flicks of her sword, and she's up in his business shortly thereafter.

Wait a split second, and... yep.

That sure is an uppercut coming in at Mach 5 speed. She's definitely not starting off dancing, that's for sure. ]

[stunned, seeing stars and not just the ones happy enough to make their presence known this fine evening, Badou stumbles around, muttering and snarling and aiming his gun without fucking looking very hard in her general direction]

Motherfuck, fuck off!

[if that doesn't work he aims a fist at her in succession]

That's enough.

[ His fist glances off her shoulder, which she ignores even with the brief flare of pain, and clamps her hand over the grip he has on the gun. First priority - disarm. Second - disable. Third - detain. ]

You've had your fun, time to tone it down.

[he snarls and even growls like the mutt he claims not to be, writhing away from her and snapping out with dat leg to try and trip her up--]

You think this is goddamn fun? This smoke ain't even enough to make up for my lack of ciggies! This is a job, girlie!

[ The kick connects, because she's absolutely not going to give him room to start running off again, and she's a special kind of stubborn when she puts her mind to it.

Ow? That wasn't very nice. Tightening her grip on his fingers to something just shy of this side of painful. ]

Is that so? And what would that job be?

[another HOWL about blondes not being more fun, I'd never, ever make that joke, you can be as stuck in the mud as you want, honest! Equality, yo! as he tries to twist in the opposite direction.

Do you know what indian leg wrestling is? Badou's trying to do that, which in this case means twisting her leg in the opposite direction or something.

Straining:]

GET THOSE FUCKERS TO BACK OFF LIZA'S TERRITORY! Well mostly to get Liza's boys to get their heads out of their asses and come home but still!

[ C'mon, the simplest solution is to just drop the damn gun, you big baby. It's that or have to deal with broken fingers for the forseeable future.

Sensing her balance is compromised, she pivots sharply on her heel, clearly aiming to drive the apex of her shoulder into his chest as retaliation. Hard. ]

Fine. Drop the weapon and I'll give you ten minutes to finish up.

[he totally doesn't want to
but then again the broken fingers.........

but he shrieks and flops back. How's he still on his damn feet]

Fuck you're a muscled broad aintcha. I'm not dropping it. Why dontcha drop your ass?

[ Then they're at - what the scholars call - a mexican standoff. Those gloved fingers remain clamped like a vise over his gun.

Well... mostly if you don't take into account she's very clearly making the choice not to bring her sword into play, which effectively means Saber has to fight with just one hand. All in all things could be worse on both ends. ]

You have two choices. Either I take the gun from you by force, or you relinquish it. [ BADOU... PLS SEE SENSE... ] I have no quarrel with you outside the condition that you cease damaging property immediately.

[ Meaning: quit wrecking shit, and she really doesn't give a single flying fig what he does otherwise. Beat up a billion thugs with nothing but a crowbar, if you like, but not a single brick better be out of place by the time you're done. ]

Fuck. No.

[he wriggles and struggles-- trying to break away from her.]

Why don't we both go our separate ways on three. I'm not gonna shoot you, yeah? So you've got nothing to worry about, I acknowledge your strength and hard boiled badassary, kay?

That's not the point of intervening.

[ Damn it. Situations like this can never be easy, can they? Sure, bringing home some crazy jerkoff's crappy gun isn't explicitly requested in the warrant, but...

Saber pins Badou with a long, hard stare, mentally weighing her options, prior to just barely easing up the grip she has his gun (and by proxy, his slightly squashed fingers). Her shoulders are still tense, though, not quite ready to fully trust that compromise he's suggesting.

On three. And god help him if he's fibbing. ]

Remember the terms. No property damage.

[yeah, ow, thanks for the reminder. He's gonna be bitching about these for days. Possibly weeks.

Groaning, he confirms:]

Yeah, yeah no property damage if you don't damage my goods! One....two....?

[ Three.

A terse nod, and she steps backwards out of his space, idly flexing her fingers to loosen them up after being locked in place for so long. No funny moves, my guy, you'd best believe she's still keyed up hella high. ]

Get moving.

[he's keyed too OK and just as warily watching her as he twists to turn on his heel and march off.

also here's that expectant bitching about his finger]

Remind me to never make fingerbanging jokes at you Jesus... You get moving too. This ain't gonna stop hunky dory.

We'll see.

[ Saber doesn't budge. To guess from the set of her shoulders, she plans to stay put in the immediate area for the next hour or two just to cover her bases in case Badou gets a hankering for cigarette-withdrawal-related chaos.

~~points at eyes points at him I'M WATCHIN U, NERD~~ ]

[he narrows his eye right back at her, scowling.]

I guess we will see. We'll see indeed.

[he's slow as he marches off
and will also be around for the next hour
at least until he finds a body with cigarettes he can steal]

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Years and years of CR garbage

b for these big ol balls

I think you mean B for BIG MISTAKE

b for badous bitch ass

b for bitch, you better run

tru

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