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clay тerran | ѕpace nerd ([personal profile] geonomy) wrote in [community profile] driftfleet2015-09-19 01:52 pm

When We're Rollin Through the Wild Wild West

Who: Everyone! EVERYONE!
Broadcast: IF YOU WANNA
Action: Everywhere! EVERYWHERE!
When: Mid-September - Mid-October

[How's your ship doing, pardners? Is it still pretty damaged? Is it glitching out hardcore? Well, there is one place to land to take care of all that, and that's on a dusty old moon in front of a planet that no one wants to go to. On this moon, you'll find a civilization that looks a lot like one's stepped into a wild west movie, hardened cowpolk and mutant horses and all. Will you become a vigilante, hunting bounties and stopping gangs from doing their dirty work? Will you go exploring planetside, with a cowboy hat and a stalk of wheat in your mouth to complete the look? Good luck with that; there is no wheat. This town ain't big enough for all you flooters, but make it so! For the ratings!

In other words, it's a planet mingle! Get 'er done!]

[September Planet info here]
mortalcoil: (raised in the dark)

[personal profile] mortalcoil 2015-09-28 11:22 pm (UTC)(link)
[it's easy to lose track of him, given his size compared to the burly thugs, and the way he ducks and slips between them on whatever their slowest, most unguarded sides are at the time.

unsurprisingly, he is much more capable when he isn't half-drowned in booze.

and at first, he seems to be unarmed. the joints that he cripples and nerve-bundles that he smashes are all done with fists and elbows and tight, exacting grips. but then, by the way he snags and veritably climbs the back of the largest mountain of a man, only to kick off the wall of the alley and go swinging around by his opponent's throat, he has some small weapon helping him out.

it's most likely a garrote of some kind... if the thug's startled gasping is anything to go by.]
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[personal profile] tothefly 2015-09-28 11:52 pm (UTC)(link)

[She's not very big herself. Fights a little like him in ways, aware of her size and her advantage in speed, but with more grace--a fluid connectivity between blows. A blow to one man's solar plexus turns into an elbow meeting a nose, launches forward momentum into a mean left hook. She fights better with both arms in one piece, when she's not hampered by furniture and the aftereffects of an implant malfunction.]

[There does remain the fact that while she's very agile and can flip a man twice her size with little effort, she can't actually fly, which he seems to be doing right now, she sees. It's a trick she doesn't take long to recognize, though--a thin line, wire, garrote, something small and deadly in the right hands. As she breaks an opponent's nose, moving towards him through the crowd, she makes a note to corner him about it later. She wants one.]

mortalcoil: (pick a hand any hand)

[personal profile] mortalcoil 2015-09-29 12:07 am (UTC)(link)
[the only problem with a wire like he's got, is it's not easy to unhook and change up maneuvers when fighting more than one opponent.

so, while he's latched onto the big guy--now on his knees and writhing as the life is being strangled out of him--Coil needs to get a little bit creative. the bound thug gets wrenched around in an attempt to keep him off of his feet, and used as a meat shield when someone else comes swooping in for him.

he's just going to keep holding on and working with what he's got, until this one is done moving for good. maybe he's hoping that having one of their number eliminated will get the other thugs to finally retreat.]
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[personal profile] tothefly 2015-09-30 02:50 am (UTC)(link)

[It's not her Widow's Line by a long shot. Retractable, detachable, high-tensile alloy, with a breaking point of half a ton. Lot of damage you can do with a line like that, lot of places you can go. Places you aren't supposed to. But they'd taken that from her along with her guns, probably doing the one smart thing they'd done with her and stripping her of weapons. Visible weapons, at least. But still, a line like that would be handy. Just in case.]

[As entertaining as it is watching Coil strangle his buddy, though, it does occur to her that the town probably won't take kindly to one of their own being murdered. She's not interested in a full repeat of Space Vegas, so after heaving one of them over her hip, planting a boot, breaking his arm, she looks back over and whistles sharply at her fleetmate and his now-limp buddy, motioning with a jerk of her head at another still-swinging combatant. Maybe he wants to not decapitate that one and go fight feisty over there?]

mortalcoil: (I'll trust a last breath)

[personal profile] mortalcoil 2015-10-01 05:58 pm (UTC)(link)
[it takes a second for his attention to move to her, and even longer for him to finally detach from his target. he seems surprised and reluctant about the suggestion at first, but... at least he doesn't seem to be locked-on with some kind of rage or bloodlust. if anything, it's more of... maybe a very strong work ethic. he just wants to finish what he started, and do a god job at his task.

there is another guy still swinging, though. and since she doesn't seem to be calling him off on some kind of moral ground, he is much more inclined to cooperate than he might have been otherwise.

bracing his target up with a knee, he finally slings the wire from around his throat. then, darting over to the other thug, he ducks under a swing, strikes his windpipe closed with one blow, and twists his arm to lever him around to the ground while he's choking. easy peasy.]
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[personal profile] tothefly 2015-10-05 10:26 pm (UTC)(link)

[Oh, it's not out of anything resembling morality. More just...conservation of energy, in the long term. Thinking of the bigger picture. These guys could be bandits, or they could be upstanding pillars of what passes for community here, with friends who might take it amiss if one of them dies--and she's really not interested in spending her every moment here fighting off goons. Even if it does occasionally afford some fun distraction. Instead, she's happy to leave them all with some grievous bodily harm and incapacitating pain, and hope they just let it go.]

[And if they don't, well. She's good at disposing of bodies. Creatively, if necessary. And she gets the feeling Coil might be, too, judging by the way he moves and the company he keeps. She breaks another set of fingers, tosses the man over her hip, finishes with a kick to his windpipe that leaves him turning slightly purple and struggling to breathe. Funny, her companion seems to have just done the same thing in a slightly different order, she notices, and catches his single eye for a second between opponents to offer a look that might be appreciation. Good move. She likes it.]

mortalcoil: (would smile if I knew how)

[personal profile] mortalcoil 2015-10-05 11:08 pm (UTC)(link)
[and that's just about the moment he's circling around his target, staying in motion while he makes sure that the guy isn't planning on getting up any time soon, and taking notice of exactly how she's dispatched of her own thug. the crippled joints, interrupted airway, lack of gushing wounds... it's nice work.

he doesn't quite smile, but he accidentally catches her gaze with a similar sentiment behind it. it's nice to find someone else who shares a few ethics with him in their work.

and then there's a sound that is more than likely some sort of police whistle out on the street, and it sets him into immediate motion-- breaking away from the scuffle, he bounds back down the alley to some stacked storage crates. a deft scramble and leap upwards later, he's pulling himself up onto a low rooftop and pausing to see whether she's following or not.]
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[personal profile] tothefly 2015-10-06 09:37 pm (UTC)(link)

[Semi-professional appreciation, she thinks, twitching an eyebrow upwards briefly as their eyes meet. An acknowledgement of some shared skills, a similar work ethic. He's not bad when he's not piss-drunk and wobbly.]

[Then again, she's also better when she hasn't been drinking, and doesn't have a broken arm to contend with. Her own injuries from this scuffle are minor at best--a few scrapes and bruises, nothing that'll last the week. Which is good, since that makes it easy for her to follow on his heels, easily vaulting onto the crates and pulling herself up and over the lip of the roof in one smooth, easy motion. She doesn't speak, just looks quickly around the roof and back at him, brows lifted again as she moves towards a neighboring roof just slightly higher. Well? Is he coming?]

mortalcoil: (blindside)

[personal profile] mortalcoil 2015-10-06 10:42 pm (UTC)(link)
[you bet he's following. he doesn't have any place to be and doesn't know where she's headed, so he's more than content to let her lead.

he follows after her like a quick, vaguely-creepy, one-eyed shadow.]
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[personal profile] tothefly 2015-10-19 05:50 pm (UTC)(link)

[Three roofs over, she reaches a lower building just above a wider alleyway. She could turn to one side or another, but that's enough time on the roofs, she thinks, and instead of turning she simply crouches, grabs the eaves, and swings over the edge, dropping down into the dust and landing easily on her feet. There. Should be far enough away, right? Waiting for her companion, she dusts off her hands and thighs, carefully checking her face for blood or bruises.]

mortalcoil: (unmade)

[personal profile] mortalcoil 2015-10-22 07:37 pm (UTC)(link)
[he drops down right after, and he... doesn't bother checking his own face. it's not like he has a whole lot of pretty there to worry about having messed up.

he just gestures a questioning 'good?' in her direction. no more broken bones, he hopes.]
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[personal profile] tothefly 2015-10-26 06:06 pm (UTC)(link)

[A headshake, negative. No broken bones, no serious cuts or bruises. A scrape or two, some slightly bloodied knuckles, and she could probably use a hairbrush, but hey. No biggie. Gesturing to him in the universal sign for you, she lifts an eyebrow. All good?]