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Post by schrodinger on Sept 30, 2009 6:55:58 GMT -5
Schrodinger walked thru the Ghetto of Shinjuku and smirked at the rubble and he got a smile he had a sword and a semi auto rifle on him and he was on patrol to see what he could find he had healed rather nicely from his injurys and now he was allowed out again"Ah to think zat a dump like zis used to be liveable its amusing" he said to himslef his war mind in full roar he was extremly happy and would only get happyer if he found some black knights or something he would make sure they were taken out if he could
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Post by Pon-Pon on Oct 12, 2009 11:21:04 GMT -5
Back at the airship hidden underwater, Zoss took the liberty to check his supplies of alcohol consisting of vodka and champagne on the fridge within that mess hall in his 'jamies. As he opened the door leading to his fridge, his jaws dropped. Where was the alcohol?! It was all out! Every single bottles missing, only thing in the fridge was a used piece of tooth brush that Leonard used to use until that day it disappeared somewhere.
Gripping his chest, he paces around the mess hall to look for his rice balls within the ventilated cabinets. Whistling a nervous tune to himself as he also saw that the cabinets were empty... with a drop of rice indicating where the stacks of rice balls that should've supplied the airship for a year's worth of meal.
"Somebody is going to get killed for this..." Zoss murderously thought to himself, gritting his teeth as he slams the cabinets.
Looking around his airship and then the calender, he frustratingly tries to meditate but to no avail as to why all of his crew save for that deaf-mute old man were missing. Blue eye shifting to the calender again, he sees the date on it, 'Sa-tur-day'. Great, so it's poker night to which most of his crew take a short vacation to do whatever the Hell it is at they do at their homes. Gulping at the thought of the obvious, he has to do something which he never thought he'd do due to the fact he always had a handy man at hand... go shopping for groceries.
Pulling his trench coat as he slings it over, leaving his visor cap as he wore a set of formal clothing along with gloves, and some Oxfords rather than his normal boots, along with a Tuxedo pants, he leaves off to embark on his epic quest.
(A few hours later coinciding with Schrodinger's arrival into Shinjuku ghetto)
Pacing around with a weapon on him just in case some stupid typical criminal elements of the ghetto decide to get involved with him, the European man took a stroll around the ghetto, aimless. He looked Britannian, sure. He had the typical blue eyes and a fair complexion, but with a 'Euro' flair to himself and the appearance of someone who was in some military or was involved with criminal elements. With both hands in his pocket as his one eye scanning the horizon along with a few verticals of the landscape, he occasionally bumped unto people, after all, he has a blind side.
Only then, he saw a Britannian patrol in the form of Schrodinger... and he stands between him and his grocery store that he finally found after countless hours of search. Tightening his grip on a handle, he decides to pace past the boy quietly as he passed several parked float-mobiles on the way.
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Post by schrodinger on Oct 12, 2009 15:36:13 GMT -5
raising his arms and stretching with a yawn Schrodinger looked around and started to move on forward with his patrol when he caught sight of some movement and he peered over to see a man in formal clothes walking in his direction and he noticed a grocery store behind himhuh a guy in formal wear going the the grocery store something doesnt smell right and its not this dump of a ghettohe thought as he stopped and kept an eye on the man as he walked by him"a little dressed up to just be getting some grocerys"he said loudly to see what response he would get from the man
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Post by Pon-Pon on Oct 13, 2009 11:39:03 GMT -5
As he paced along several float cars, expecting to simply stroll by the Britannian guard. Most of them in the city have done so due to the fact he seemed 'too well-dressed' to be a suspicious element. Clean so to say and rich, most people around here weren't rich, and he was caucasian, so no suspicions there... until now. From his good eye, he looks as that Britannian guard catches up along with him, pacing right next to him as of the moment.
"A little dressed up to just be getting some groceries?" Leo smirked at the notion of his questioning. It was obvious he was suspected, the loud beckon indicated so. He was an interrogator himself, it was something so trivial to be suspected for, so uncalled for, yet by luck here he was, somehow suspecting he may involved with some element. It was obvious, it was written all over the goomba's head that he suspects him... how Zoss would know, one would ask? He knows because he does that, but with a more professional questioning to it.
"A little too stupid to ask these kinds of questions, eh dummkopf?" Zoss snidely comments back in his German accented English with a bit of his language in it, pacing on his way to the grocery as he decided perhaps not now is the time to start up trouble with that guard. Keeping his calm and earlier casual composition as he gave a wink at Schrodinger... or at least a blink, it can't be told. He has one eye whilst the other was colored.
"Gott, what do the Brits hire these days? Mentally challenged stumps for guards questioning a man just for the way he dresses up? Oh sue me and get the fashion 'Gestapo' for being the only one to dress up nice in this schiesse loch." He meditated drooling sarcasm, crossing the threshold that led into the grocery store, "No wonder they are doing badly in putting down the Black Knight rebellion."
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Post by schrodinger on Oct 13, 2009 15:17:41 GMT -5
schrodinger got a smirk on his face before Zoss called him a dummkopf"Eh are you talking about your self sir" he asked him in his strong german accent before he thought to reach for his rifle"no one is the ghetto is zat rich zat zey could come to a cheap grocery store just for something" he added before he muttered just loud enough for him to hear"welcher Idiot" he said trying to get the man angry it seemed like it would be a fun to annoy this guy"vat fun a real challange" schrodinger said to himself
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Post by Pon-Pon on Oct 15, 2009 9:51:57 GMT -5
"Eh, are you talking about your self sir?" Cheeky reply that was, almost made Zoss smile. Almost. It was simply a stupid response expected from a stupid guard.
"My, and here I thought I met another intelligent person who spoke Deutsch, only to find out he was a moron with a very poor skill in come back. Now be a good boy and buzz off, I don't have time to bother with a retarded stump like you." Leonard slyly chides, pacing right into the threshold of the grocery store.
"No one in the ghetto is zat rich zat zey could come to a cheap grocery store just for something. Welcher Idiot." Wow, again with the issue with his clothing and the insults, given the boy's poor grasp over Duestch. Checking his trench coat promptly, he returns a gaze back to Schrodinger, as he paced along (assuming that simply because Schrodinger is following him.)
"Schwachkopf." He mutters under his breathe. As they'd say, keeping silent and not stepping on shit is golden, best not bother with the obsessive guard. Picking up a tray, he helps himself to stacking up cartons of rice balls as part of his shopping. Next stop was to get stacks of sake.
"Best get someone else to do the shopping for me next time." Zoss sighed mentally. One eye scanning for desirable brands to take from.
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Post by schrodinger on Oct 15, 2009 14:23:29 GMT -5
Schrodinger didnt catch the insult that Zoss threw at him but he did catch theremark he made about him being a moron and to go away"I wouldetn turn your back to me dummkopf I'm a profesional assassan and could kill you in ze blink of an eye" he said as he got a slightly insane smirk on his face"who are you anyway I'm curious to see someone zat speaks german as well its a rarity " he added as he watched Zoss do what he was doing and he debated about qustenion if he was a rebel or maby a black knight
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Post by Pon-Pon on Oct 15, 2009 20:56:02 GMT -5
"I wouldn't turn your back to me, dummkopf. I'm a professional assassin and could kill you in ze blink of an eye." Leonard turned around once more to face the impudent kid, cheeks 'full' and his lips perched, as if ready to explode from the evidently obvious; laughter.
"Look at me now, ritardare. I blinked several times, I turned my back and I am not dead. Here I am standing alive, breathing quite well, thank you very much." Zoss said smugly in his good toned humor, "Please, if you ever have any hopes of being an assassin, then I'd have hopes of becoming a fuzzy gerbil with wings. We both know that won't happen, not that I expect that from you, kid. You? An assassin? Don't make me laugh, you almost did."
"Who are you anyways? I'm curious to see someone zat speaks German as well, its a rarity." Zoss shrugs, huffing out a sigh from his lips. Facial expression indicating a sort of discontent discomfort.
"Name's Abwehr Lacht, a foreign expatriate mechanic and businessman, and one man with a lack of groceries. And seeing that you're following me even to this store, I am sure you are just here to be nice enough to offer me your wallet and buy the list of groceries for me." He sarcastically says, pacing away as he moves to tier two of his shopping list; sake. Filling the tray with alcohol of all kinds for him to enjoy with hearty splendor in his later time. Definitely at noon to be the best time.
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Post by schrodinger on Oct 16, 2009 14:16:45 GMT -5
schrodingers scowled for a moment when he said he had no chance of being an assassan ahd he waited for him to turn and start pacing away before he reached into his hoodie and silently pulled out a assassan dagger and moved silently forward till he could reach out and aimed touched the blade lightly to the back of his neck" never take an oppenet lightly" he asid before smirking widely" your fun much more fun then that guy in narita I attacked" he said simply before getting a smug look on his face"The name is Schrodinger Seele "
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Post by Zane Burnlight on Oct 17, 2009 10:24:21 GMT -5
Zane had been sitting outside when the two Europeans walked into the store. For a lack of anything else to do, he decided to follow them. There was something about the shorter one that didn't feel right, though. The way he moved, the way he carried himself... it was just strange. He had determined that the tall one, a guy with an eye patch and what Zane decided was a fun tendency for sarcasm, to be the more trustworthy of the two. The man knew his way around the store and seemed to have a taste for Japanese food.
In short, the newly accepted Black Knight had high hopes riding on the tall man. He stood perfectly still at the end of the alcohol aisle, revealing his position only enough to see the two. When the shorter one reached into his hoodie, Zane started moving.
The blade stopped at the back of the tall man's neck when Zane was close. When he had crossed the distance, he reached out and grabbed the short one's wrist and twisted it behind his back before taking the knife. "Now, now, little boy, let's leave the nice gentleman alone." He glanced at Mr. Eyepatch. "Are you alright, sir?"
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Post by Pon-Pon on Oct 17, 2009 14:48:47 GMT -5
(OOC: A bit of godmodding there on both parties, but meh.)
Zoss helped himself froze up and appeared to be tensed up, a pointy object to which he knew was a blade or at least something equally as sharp was pointed there, poised to strike. The boy had it all wrong though, he pointed at the wrong spot on the neck, a simple stab like that would only injure him, not paralyze him. Something most assassins should illicit. Obviously an inexperienced or just a simple show off, to which both explanations are plausible. Was he that much of an idiot though that he picked the wrong enemy?
Nuzzle of the .357 snubnose pointed and promptly planted at the mid-calf abs of the little kid in the form of Schrodinger. Barrel with hole and hammer cocked with finger prompting to give the trigger a simple squeeze to unleash such a wrath presided over by the simple whack of the hammer. Prussian blue eyes staring down at the kid with head reared around, body shifting in directions with the snubnose revolver itself pointing from the side of his coat. The knife was no threat to him, it wasn't pressed to his throat, just the back of his neck. Place where he doesn't need to be threatened, movement allowable in such a situation of the pristine sharp metal. The weapon itself was within his coat as he guessed the location of the boy, hidden, out of the location with his arm reaching within the confines of his coat.
"You're fun, much more fun than that guy in Narita I attacked. The name is Schrodinger Seele." Cheeky guy still. With his gun propped already, he has managed to pull a last minute security resort, to use the gun in the case that something like this happened. Much to his surprise though, another male, Japanese moreso, has discarded the knife from the guard. Brave man.
"Now, now, little boy, let's leave the nice gentleman alone." Gentleman eh? Good one on his part, almost gave a smile to the one eyed Zoss. "Are you alright, sir?"
"Not yet." He sighs, pulling out the snubnose revolver from within his coat he held back, pointing it towards Schrodinger. Question is which everyone took a lack of account of, yet only Zoss noticed it, was that cashier watching in silent dreaded horror of the incident, hand inclined to press the alarm with camera watching what is transpiring and summon the Britannian police. Snapping up his arm to direction of the cashier, Zoss squeezes the trigger. Blowing the bullet out from his non-blind side, and has accurately hit him by the arm. Problem #2 to solve is camera, which should be destroyed by the follow up of a shot, sending it down and in shambles, and problem #3 was to remove that said tape, to which he will handle later on. The alarm was already handled, but the gunshot would attract attention later on, no doubt about it.
Hand on his back, he slowly curls up 1 finger, the index first. 2 finger, the middle second. 3 finger, the ring third. 4 fingers, the pinky fourth. 4 bullets left in the chamber of the pistol. 2 would be enough to deal with the German kid. "Why Herr, it is quite polite of you to assist me in times of need. Now it's quite simple, if you are so inclined as to help me, incapacitate Herr Scrotum here or whatever his name be." He said in his cryptic voice, no mercy, just a wisp of coldness. Mercy for Britannians is non-existent, especially to shit-faces who tried to threaten him on the basis of his fashion and the fact he wanted to go shopping.
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Post by schrodinger on Oct 17, 2009 15:24:32 GMT -5
Schrodingers eye twitched and he noticed the gun pointed at him as he was disarmed and he glared at both of them he untensed hsi muscles and he waited til he saw a chance and he flung his head uo to try and hit the one holding his arm in the face and he tried to tip his arm out of his grip"I won't go down without a fight" he siad as he glared at Zoss the urge to just kill him was rising and eh would when he got the chance that was for sure
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Post by Zane Burnlight on Oct 17, 2009 15:41:10 GMT -5
"You got it. The name's Zane, by the way" Zane said. He quickly pulled a fairly long cable tie out of his pocket - it was rare for him to leave his home without at least one - and fastened it around his captive's wrists. "Out of curiosity, why exactly did you shoot that man over there?" He gave the injured cashier a worried glance and mouthed "sorry" to him. "And as for you," he gave the detainee a light shove to get his attention, "If you can get out of one of these, then I'd be fairly impressed and I've got a piece of advice for you," he leaned in a little closer and whispered "you really don't want to fight me. I'm ex-Britannian military after all." He looked back to the man with the gun. "Now, I can understand wanting to off this guy, but don't you think that somewhere less public would be wise?"
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Post by Pon-Pon on Oct 20, 2009 17:03:25 GMT -5
"I won't go down without a fight" Zoss raised an eyebrow at the wonderfully inept statement dripping with hilarity. It was just awfully funny to see the great and might assassin trying to overcome him, to which when he rears back his muscles, Leonard simply takes a step back, arm toiling up with the boy fully dodged without much of an effort.
"You got it. The name's Zane, by the way" Zane, quite a not-so-Japanese name in a very-Japanese neighborhood. "So Herr Zane, what brings you to Ja---"
"Out of curiosity, why exactly did you shoot that man over there?"
Silence took hold, Zoss looked at the cashier. He should be slumped down on the floor by now, all in agonizing pain. Bullet lodged within his shoulder, and the alarm button out of his reach. Eye snapping back to Zane.
"Now, I can understand wanting to off this guy, but don't you think that somewhere less public would be wise?"
"Who said anything about slaying this schwine? I just want to bring him along to my safehouse, but let's not talk here. Walls have ears... and audio recording. Do me a favor and rip them out. It'd be a huge convenience to my Edlerherr if I ran into some... complications. Go to the backroom and take all recordings." Zoss shrilled on his orders, pointing with thumb arched to his shoulder.
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Post by schrodinger on Oct 21, 2009 14:43:42 GMT -5
schrodingers glared at both of them and he really whished he could reahc one of his weapons even one of hsi hidden daggers would be nice but his hands were tied and that made him almost useless"I hate this so much right now" he muttered under his bretah as he sat down by his dagger and waited for them to deiced what to do with him as he listen to them he tried moved over to hsi dagger and tried to get it so eh could cut the cord around his wrist he hid the dagger behind his back so they woulden see him"Oi you think you could have done this a bit looser it hurts" he complained as he watched them intently
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