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"You are next" could be a threat ... depends what happened to the first person OwO
EDIT: Oh ye, i should clarify, the end of my post was clark blurting out that it's an ambush in front of everyone xD
The first person was told to post and they did, and you did the same. I don't consider that a threat :P
I read it as Clark blurting it out really quietly, but I think @Stuzzie got that, as I read his post to be everyone preparing for the ambush in their own way. I could be wrong though?
@fusagi you are next!
@Stuzzie you are next!
Thundercloud
"Everyone! ALL IN!"
As if the pain wasn’t enough, now someone (probably the fag) had punched him in the head! This would not do, but Hot Topic was at least close enough for him to attack now. With an electrically-charged punch, Thundercloud haphazardly struck Kain, hitting him on the side of his waist. It wouldn’t be enough to knock him out, but it did knock him back a distance and removed the rainbow stare from the villain’s eyes.
Just as one obstacle was gone, another replaced it; a knife that struck the side of Thundercloud’s chest. His reaction was immediate and loud. “WHAT THE FUCK!” The fat electric user pulled the blade out of him, his face exuding rage like the blood bleeding from his body. Although he was weakened, Thundercloud’s eyes were finally starting to return to normal, so he knew he could finish things. “This bullshit has gone on long enough,” he thought, “now I can finally-”
“This is Captain Louis Bartholomew of the LCPD.” In all the chaotic fighting and retreating, nobody had noticed the older police officer who had stealthily and carefully entered the lobby. He wore a standard policeman’s uniform, had gray hair and was holding a pistol straight at Thundercloud. “Drop the knife and put your hands in the air or I will shoot. You have five seconds.”
As the policeman counted down, the villain’s rage turned to horror as he realized that this was it. His men were probably dead if this pig was here. Those damn supers had weakened him to the point where the pistol could be lethal. There was no chance of winning, only survival. Reluctantly, Thundercloud did what he was told to do, letting go of his knife and assuming the traditional posture of surrender.
Captain Louis Bartholomew, Lafayette City Police Department
It was finally over. The senseless loss of lives was finally over. It seemed the police had some help though, so Louis felt the right thing to do was ensure these people got help as well.
As Kane was the only one of them nearby, the policeman addressed him quickly and quietly. “You and your friends should take care of yourselves. A few blocks west of here on Washington is Jefferson Hospital.” He pointed in the direction he meant as he spoke with one hand while keeping his other hand on his weapon. “Tell them you’re with the League and they’ll take care of you,” he added, casually referring to the well-known superhero organization. “Oh, and thanks” he finished before he turned his attention to a portable radio he had on him, this time speaking at normal volume. “All units, Thundercloud is in my custody. I need the rubber cuffs and holding cell.” The policeman’s instructions continued along those lines, as the man focused his attention on the villain that had killed so many of his fellow officers.
OwO i-is that some kind of threat? ... oh, oh no I see >,<
I don't get where the threat is?
@Guccicorn you are next!
At this time, Arthur, Clark and Delia were approaching a derelict-looking wooden building a ways away from the inn or the casino. Based on the condition of this and other buildings nearby, this was clearly a rougher, poorer part of Irris. The city’s wealth or lack thereof was not on Arthur’s mind though; he was thinking back to earlier that morning, as the contrast between the friendly environment at The Homely Hearth and this bad section of Irris could not have been more apparent.
He had gotten out of bed to see Clark reading a book; apparently the cricket had been up for a while now and was waiting for him. The rest had not restored his memory at all, but Arthur had been grateful for it all the same, as he felt refreshed from the previous day’s events.
“Oh, good! You’re up. We probably have to leave for the casino soon, but you have to have breakfast here first. They make this thing called a ‘pancake’ that I’ve never seen before and it’s very good!”
Arthur was mildly amused at Clark describing of pancakes as this new and original food, but he did as he suggested. As promised, they were delicious. And like the cricket had said, they did eventually leave for their work. Both felt a little reluctant to do so, but they knew they had to.
Arthur briefly shook his head to focus himself on the present, remembering Delia’s instructions to them both before she had guided them to where they were now.
“Good, you’re here. I’ll only say this once, so pay attention. Stay by me and be alert at all times. Anything you learn at the meeting stays there. I’ll do all the talking. Do not speak unless spoken to, and then only say as much as you have to. That is all.” And that was indeed all for a while; the woman had said nothing else to them throughout the walk, even now when they were right outside of the side entrance of the building.
Delia knocked on the door in a distinct way, starting with one knock, then two, then three in rapid succession. An average-looking man wearing a chef’s apron answered the door. “Good morning. See anything great today?” he asked.
“Prosperity for all I meet,” the casino owner responded.
“Please come inside,” the man said before he led the three of them down an old wooden staircase to a cool basement, dimly lit by candles. Inside was a wooden table and three matching chairs; two were occupied by different individuals and next to each of them were two others standing next to them, presumably their bodyguards. One of the sitting men had his visor up; he was an older man wearing a uniform similar to what to the city guards the pair encountered yesterday wore, but it was much more decorated with medals than theirs had been. His two bodyguards were definitely city guardsmen; they were both wearing their standard helmets. Neither of them would have been recognizable based on their uniforms, but upon reading their minds, Clark recognized the voice of one of them as the red-haired man who had spoken to Arthur yesterday.
The other man seated at the table was much more dour; his expression bordered on anger, with the “crown jewel” of his expression being a large scar in the shape of an X on his face. He was clearly an old man, with gray hair and wrinkled skin, though his body wasn’t frail like many people his age. His bodyguards were menacing as well. One was a tall, thin man wearing thick metal shoes. Despite the slight absurdity of him having to crouch over in order to fit in the basement, his presence was quite intimidating. He also had noticeable black bags under his eyes and short, thick hair with the same color. The other was a short, pale-skinned, fat man wearing what looked like a thin silver suit covered with spikes. Unlike his associate, this man was relatively relaxed for the circumstances. Though Arthur had no way of knowing this, Clark learned with his mind reading abilities that the tall man’s name was Gordon and the short man’s name was Roland.
“Hello Chief, hello Edgar” Delia said, addressing the man in uniform and the scarred man in turn.
“Good morning Delia,” the Chief responded.
“Enough pleasantries, let’s get down to business. Any word on any of the five keys?” Edgar asked.
Arthur’s eyes popped open for a moment. What were these keys and was that what he woke up with? The amnesiac hoped someone would elaborate on them, but that would not happen right now.
Delia rolled her eyes. “No. Like I remind you every meeting, I’m a businesswoman, not some treasure hunter.”
“Don’t be smart with me, woman.” Edgar scolded.
“Is that even possible?” Delia retorted.
“Take it easy, please,” the Chief requested, “let’s not let our tempers get in the way of business.”
Delia nodded, and Edgar reluctantly did so a moment later. “Good. And speaking of business...” the Chief held his hands out, waiting a moment before the other two each put a large bag of coins in his hand. “Perfect.” The man greedily counted the coins as Edgar spoke next.
“Onto other matters then. How are my drug sales at your casino?” As Edgar and Delia discussed their respective drug and gambling trade in more detail and at length, Arthur started feeling uncomfortable and guilty. This subject matter wasn’t something he wanted to get involved in and he felt bad for dragging Clark into this as well. The cricket was uneasy as well, but for a different reason. Sure, these less-than-reputable matters weren’t ones he wanted to be a part of, but there was a bigger concern here. Edgar and the Chief were planning on attacking Delia today.
He had gotten out of bed to see Clark reading a book; apparently the cricket had been up for a while now and was waiting for him. The rest had not restored his memory at all, but Arthur had been grateful for it all the same, as he felt refreshed from the previous day’s events.
“Oh, good! You’re up. We probably have to leave for the casino soon, but you have to have breakfast here first. They make this thing called a ‘pancake’ that I’ve never seen before and it’s very good!”
Arthur was mildly amused at Clark describing of pancakes as this new and original food, but he did as he suggested. As promised, they were delicious. And like the cricket had said, they did eventually leave for their work. Both felt a little reluctant to do so, but they knew they had to.
Arthur briefly shook his head to focus himself on the present, remembering Delia’s instructions to them both before she had guided them to where they were now.
“Good, you’re here. I’ll only say this once, so pay attention. Stay by me and be alert at all times. Anything you learn at the meeting stays there. I’ll do all the talking. Do not speak unless spoken to, and then only say as much as you have to. That is all.” And that was indeed all for a while; the woman had said nothing else to them throughout the walk, even now when they were right outside of the side entrance of the building.
Delia knocked on the door in a distinct way, starting with one knock, then two, then three in rapid succession. An average-looking man wearing a chef’s apron answered the door. “Good morning. See anything great today?” he asked.
“Prosperity for all I meet,” the casino owner responded.
“Please come inside,” the man said before he led the three of them down an old wooden staircase to a cool basement, dimly lit by candles. Inside was a wooden table and three matching chairs; two were occupied by different individuals and next to each of them were two others standing next to them, presumably their bodyguards. One of the sitting men had his visor up; he was an older man wearing a uniform similar to what to the city guards the pair encountered yesterday wore, but it was much more decorated with medals than theirs had been. His two bodyguards were definitely city guardsmen; they were both wearing their standard helmets. Neither of them would have been recognizable based on their uniforms, but upon reading their minds, Clark recognized the voice of one of them as the red-haired man who had spoken to Arthur yesterday.
The other man seated at the table was much more dour; his expression bordered on anger, with the “crown jewel” of his expression being a large scar in the shape of an X on his face. He was clearly an old man, with gray hair and wrinkled skin, though his body wasn’t frail like many people his age. His bodyguards were menacing as well. One was a tall, thin man wearing thick metal shoes. Despite the slight absurdity of him having to crouch over in order to fit in the basement, his presence was quite intimidating. He also had noticeable black bags under his eyes and short, thick hair with the same color. The other was a short, pale-skinned, fat man wearing what looked like a thin silver suit covered with spikes. Unlike his associate, this man was relatively relaxed for the circumstances. Though Arthur had no way of knowing this, Clark learned with his mind reading abilities that the tall man’s name was Gordon and the short man’s name was Roland.
“Hello Chief, hello Edgar” Delia said, addressing the man in uniform and the scarred man in turn.
“Good morning Delia,” the Chief responded.
“Enough pleasantries, let’s get down to business. Any word on any of the five keys?” Edgar asked.
Arthur’s eyes popped open for a moment. What were these keys and was that what he woke up with? The amnesiac hoped someone would elaborate on them, but that would not happen right now.
Delia rolled her eyes. “No. Like I remind you every meeting, I’m a businesswoman, not some treasure hunter.”
“Don’t be smart with me, woman.” Edgar scolded.
“Is that even possible?” Delia retorted.
“Take it easy, please,” the Chief requested, “let’s not let our tempers get in the way of business.”
Delia nodded, and Edgar reluctantly did so a moment later. “Good. And speaking of business...” the Chief held his hands out, waiting a moment before the other two each put a large bag of coins in his hand. “Perfect.” The man greedily counted the coins as Edgar spoke next.
“Onto other matters then. How are my drug sales at your casino?” As Edgar and Delia discussed their respective drug and gambling trade in more detail and at length, Arthur started feeling uncomfortable and guilty. This subject matter wasn’t something he wanted to get involved in and he felt bad for dragging Clark into this as well. The cricket was uneasy as well, but for a different reason. Sure, these less-than-reputable matters weren’t ones he wanted to be a part of, but there was a bigger concern here. Edgar and the Chief were planning on attacking Delia today.
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