05-11-2018, 09:46 AM
Elizabeth clung to their master, squeezing closer to shield him from Hijiri’s brutal execution. Their beloved was already beaten and in too much pain to do anything for himself but heave and whimper like the wolf the Gangster Prime assimilated as his role. He couldn't even say the word that the two had agreed on to initiate the plan in case things went bad.
Arin didn’t let his pleasure at watching Shotgun Steve fall betray his role in this at all, not that he thought Hijiri’s focus would allow him to make note of anything as small as a smile. If he did, why wouldn’t this man’s victims enjoy the bad guy getting what he rightfully deserved when he challenged a man like this?
That said, Arin could see that the older Prime was in trouble and figured he might as well initiate his plan before he and his secondaries were killed. Besides, wouldn’t that be so boring for the people watching?
As instructed, the cameraman trained his lens on the action. He’d previously set up the other cameras to point in key directions with only the ability to control the main one without a fully manned crew this was the best Arin could ask of him. Since watching the last two camera operators fail in their attempts at escape by agreeing and then fleeing - punished by death - he’s been very helpful.
He has also been reacting to what his camera sees with faces that pleased Arin. The sheer shock and horror as the grey prime killed secondary after secondary, even one prematurely out of anger, reflected what normal people in public were probably doing at the same time. Now he had a sickening face of hope on his visage, only wincing in pain as a dramatic reaction to Steve’s knee cap being destroyed by solid lead. The common secondary was probably screaming with childish joy that the villain was being put in his place. They’ve all probably forgotten this was real.
He’d chosen the dark haired one because blue looked best in her hair, and really that was the only reason. He could have put it in either of their hair and the results would be absolutely the same in either case because they were effectively stereotypical runway models. Eleanor’s name almost escaped him, but at the last minute, he remembered.
[center]’Eleanor, stand up for your master, stand up.’[/center]
Hijiri had given them a moment longer to reconsider their actions, but now his finger slid into place and he began to firmly squeeze the trigger. That was when one of the bikini-clad women untangled herself from the other two. She remained on the ground for but a moment, picking something up from the outskirts of the pile-o-guns. She then stood up to the battle rabbit’s surprise, her movements were smooth with a hint of grace. She had her back to him, half of her obsidian-colored hair was pulled back into a bright blue silk ribbon. It was a nice small touch to let Arin know who he was controlling.
He left his aim on the group of people on the floor, but his finger relaxed and his attention was on her just enough to make sure she didn’t do anything stupid. Had she finally come to her senses? Was she even able to do that? Of course, he knew anyone with a mind of her own would, but this was the Claw’s secondary.
There was a moment of anticipation in the air before the ribbons that lingered around Eleanor began to lift as if gravity no longer existed to them, floating in an imaginary pond of willpower. Several of them began to wrap around her ankles, wrists, across her chest and hips. He sensed something was terribly off, but couldn’t understand the situation yet. Maybe Steve had done something to her, something desperate. He couldn’t ignore her, but he couldn’t take his gun off of her master. “Yes?”
Meanwhile, Arin had another command.
[center]’Do the rest, Steve.’[/center]
It took roughly 10 seconds to hypnotize someone with borrowed power, more so with so little influence as she had. But despite himself, Shotgun Steve’s bloody hand reached out from the folds of another girl, sparking with electric energy. This crackling sound was enough to distract Hijiri. He steeled his arm to take the shot at his hand. The bullet ripped through flesh as the other Prime’s hand grasped El’s calf.
The sound of thunder mixed so well with the thunderous bang of the gun. As the light faded from existence and Eleanor stood rigid as if she’d been struck by lightning for a moment. Hijiri misses this because he was too focused on the red-head he’d just sent a racing bullet through, Beth had stood up to defend what was going on. He’d been proven right, the coward did hide behind the secondaries all over again!
[center]‘Eleanor, turn around. You can save your master.’[/center]
With his wordless command, Eleanor turned around to face her enemy, chained blade in hand and began to spin it. Hijiri trained his gun on her next, not about to fall for whatever trick she possessed. Out of reaction, the stoic man looked down at the weapon to decide how dangerous it actually was, but that was his last mistake.
As the blade spun Hijiri felt his consciousness began to be pulled towards darkness. His eyes began to feel heavy, his mind clouded, and his body felt weighted like it never has before. Slowly he lowered his gun, the weight of the gorgeous weapon becoming just too much for his outstretched arm. Through the fog in his mind, he heard the gasps of all that he’d planned to save. However, no matter how much he was aware, he lacked just any control of his body.
Hijiri heard his previous thoughts echo through his mind, Ogres. He felt his eyes widen in panic, his heart began to thunder in his chest and ears, he could hear his pulse erratically pounding along his ear drums. He felt something trying to dig itself into his mind and he could only think of one reason behind it.
He had to kill her. He had to eliminate her before she-
“Put your gun up to your head, Hijiri.” She commanded, her voice flattened to the most basic sound.
Hijiri’s trepidation kicked into overdrive and his heartbeat drowned out every other noise from his ears as he felt his arm raise his Heavenly Weapon and pressed the tip of it to his temple. It was not about dying, he wasn’t afraid of something so minor and inconvenient. He was terrified that his arrogance has made him foolish.
“Put your finger on the trigger, Hijiri.” She demanded, no emotion whatsoever in her voice.
The Prime by that name followed, pressing his finger back against the magic button.
“Shoot, Hijiri.”
People all around them held their breath as the last order punctuated her intentions. Some even turned away, cried, hope slipping from their lives.
Hijiri himself hesitated as well, accepting the fact that he was already dead. That was before he realized that wasn’t him pausing before blowing his brains out, but him getting control back. It was a good day when clarity is what passed through your skull instead of a bullet.
[center]’She doesn’t have control of him, keep her alive.[/center]
Not so well for Eleanor though. Instantly Arin felt the spiderwebs of command break, but he had the advantage of knowing that’s not what you do with that power. She’d gotten ahead of herself, and now she would pay for the mistake. That said, he watched Hijiri’s hand twist the Heavenly Weapon around and without hesitation shoot at El.
It was Liz’s turn to be coaxed into sacrificing herself this time; Spurred to do so by her master with a hurriedly snapped command, “Up!”
The blond’s hair whipped about in the wake of the exiting bullet, blood splattering across Eleanor’s face before Lizzy’s body dropped on top of Beth’s. Hijiri’s dark eyes narrow onto El’s neutral face before pulling the trigger again.
The raven-haired woman was already ducking low and charging.
His shot slammed into the concrete behind where she’d been standing, making a dark mark where the bullet impacted it. He tried to aim for her head once more, but she was surprisingly fast. Before he could lock on, she was already swinging the blade. He pushed back so that her attack did more damage to his highly expensive clothing than to his life, but he was not spared when the ribbons attacked next.
He saw the sky blue silk before he felt it wrap around him in various ways. His arm shot upwards to the sky, making his next shot fire into the ceiling which hit a light. Orange sparks rain down on a smaller group of hostages turning that area a bit darker. He then felt the bindings snap his other writs into the air and connect it with the other one. He felt the ribbons tighten around his body, even the exquisite quality of it as it slid across the exposed part in his chest.
Eleanor’s free hand quickly grabbed the ribbons as a bunch and twisted around like a ballerina, only to lift and throw Hijiri over her shoulder in a professional wrestler level of suplexes. Hijiri’s body soared over her head and crashed into the solid ground with a satisfying crack as she broke something. The Battle Rabbit flinched but made no more effort to explain his injuries to her as the gun clattered out of his hand. He glared up at her once more.
Their fight was interrupted by a bellowing laugh from Shotgun Steve himself. It served as a good enough distraction for El’s blade to come back down on Hijiri.
Even bound Hijiri was a superior fighter, he’d learned to the opposite side just quickly enough to not be impaled by the secondary. The secondary whose eyes still showed nothing as she stared blankly down at him. He couldn’t help but compare her to a doll at that point, lifeless in the head but very lively in body. His eyes side glanced the blade, in its reflection, he could see the thin line in his cheek pull away and blood oozing out. The crimson-colored liquid fell across the curve of his face down just past his earlobe.
He did not look impressed. In fact, his face mimicked hers to a point. He sucked on his teeth as the task at hand made itself apparent. He needed to take down the master, but before he had to put the guard dog down.
The quickest way from point A to point B is a straight line…
Hijiri closed his eyes, centering himself with a deep breath. He heard her trying to pull the blade free of the stone behind his head. A moment later the camera trained on him captured a flash of pure white light.
Arin didn’t let his pleasure at watching Shotgun Steve fall betray his role in this at all, not that he thought Hijiri’s focus would allow him to make note of anything as small as a smile. If he did, why wouldn’t this man’s victims enjoy the bad guy getting what he rightfully deserved when he challenged a man like this?
That said, Arin could see that the older Prime was in trouble and figured he might as well initiate his plan before he and his secondaries were killed. Besides, wouldn’t that be so boring for the people watching?
As instructed, the cameraman trained his lens on the action. He’d previously set up the other cameras to point in key directions with only the ability to control the main one without a fully manned crew this was the best Arin could ask of him. Since watching the last two camera operators fail in their attempts at escape by agreeing and then fleeing - punished by death - he’s been very helpful.
He has also been reacting to what his camera sees with faces that pleased Arin. The sheer shock and horror as the grey prime killed secondary after secondary, even one prematurely out of anger, reflected what normal people in public were probably doing at the same time. Now he had a sickening face of hope on his visage, only wincing in pain as a dramatic reaction to Steve’s knee cap being destroyed by solid lead. The common secondary was probably screaming with childish joy that the villain was being put in his place. They’ve all probably forgotten this was real.
He’d chosen the dark haired one because blue looked best in her hair, and really that was the only reason. He could have put it in either of their hair and the results would be absolutely the same in either case because they were effectively stereotypical runway models. Eleanor’s name almost escaped him, but at the last minute, he remembered.
[center]’Eleanor, stand up for your master, stand up.’[/center]
Hijiri had given them a moment longer to reconsider their actions, but now his finger slid into place and he began to firmly squeeze the trigger. That was when one of the bikini-clad women untangled herself from the other two. She remained on the ground for but a moment, picking something up from the outskirts of the pile-o-guns. She then stood up to the battle rabbit’s surprise, her movements were smooth with a hint of grace. She had her back to him, half of her obsidian-colored hair was pulled back into a bright blue silk ribbon. It was a nice small touch to let Arin know who he was controlling.
He left his aim on the group of people on the floor, but his finger relaxed and his attention was on her just enough to make sure she didn’t do anything stupid. Had she finally come to her senses? Was she even able to do that? Of course, he knew anyone with a mind of her own would, but this was the Claw’s secondary.
There was a moment of anticipation in the air before the ribbons that lingered around Eleanor began to lift as if gravity no longer existed to them, floating in an imaginary pond of willpower. Several of them began to wrap around her ankles, wrists, across her chest and hips. He sensed something was terribly off, but couldn’t understand the situation yet. Maybe Steve had done something to her, something desperate. He couldn’t ignore her, but he couldn’t take his gun off of her master. “Yes?”
Meanwhile, Arin had another command.
[center]’Do the rest, Steve.’[/center]
It took roughly 10 seconds to hypnotize someone with borrowed power, more so with so little influence as she had. But despite himself, Shotgun Steve’s bloody hand reached out from the folds of another girl, sparking with electric energy. This crackling sound was enough to distract Hijiri. He steeled his arm to take the shot at his hand. The bullet ripped through flesh as the other Prime’s hand grasped El’s calf.
The sound of thunder mixed so well with the thunderous bang of the gun. As the light faded from existence and Eleanor stood rigid as if she’d been struck by lightning for a moment. Hijiri misses this because he was too focused on the red-head he’d just sent a racing bullet through, Beth had stood up to defend what was going on. He’d been proven right, the coward did hide behind the secondaries all over again!
[center]‘Eleanor, turn around. You can save your master.’[/center]
With his wordless command, Eleanor turned around to face her enemy, chained blade in hand and began to spin it. Hijiri trained his gun on her next, not about to fall for whatever trick she possessed. Out of reaction, the stoic man looked down at the weapon to decide how dangerous it actually was, but that was his last mistake.
As the blade spun Hijiri felt his consciousness began to be pulled towards darkness. His eyes began to feel heavy, his mind clouded, and his body felt weighted like it never has before. Slowly he lowered his gun, the weight of the gorgeous weapon becoming just too much for his outstretched arm. Through the fog in his mind, he heard the gasps of all that he’d planned to save. However, no matter how much he was aware, he lacked just any control of his body.
Hijiri heard his previous thoughts echo through his mind, Ogres. He felt his eyes widen in panic, his heart began to thunder in his chest and ears, he could hear his pulse erratically pounding along his ear drums. He felt something trying to dig itself into his mind and he could only think of one reason behind it.
He had to kill her. He had to eliminate her before she-
“Put your gun up to your head, Hijiri.” She commanded, her voice flattened to the most basic sound.
Hijiri’s trepidation kicked into overdrive and his heartbeat drowned out every other noise from his ears as he felt his arm raise his Heavenly Weapon and pressed the tip of it to his temple. It was not about dying, he wasn’t afraid of something so minor and inconvenient. He was terrified that his arrogance has made him foolish.
“Put your finger on the trigger, Hijiri.” She demanded, no emotion whatsoever in her voice.
The Prime by that name followed, pressing his finger back against the magic button.
“Shoot, Hijiri.”
People all around them held their breath as the last order punctuated her intentions. Some even turned away, cried, hope slipping from their lives.
Hijiri himself hesitated as well, accepting the fact that he was already dead. That was before he realized that wasn’t him pausing before blowing his brains out, but him getting control back. It was a good day when clarity is what passed through your skull instead of a bullet.
[center]’She doesn’t have control of him, keep her alive.[/center]
Not so well for Eleanor though. Instantly Arin felt the spiderwebs of command break, but he had the advantage of knowing that’s not what you do with that power. She’d gotten ahead of herself, and now she would pay for the mistake. That said, he watched Hijiri’s hand twist the Heavenly Weapon around and without hesitation shoot at El.
It was Liz’s turn to be coaxed into sacrificing herself this time; Spurred to do so by her master with a hurriedly snapped command, “Up!”
The blond’s hair whipped about in the wake of the exiting bullet, blood splattering across Eleanor’s face before Lizzy’s body dropped on top of Beth’s. Hijiri’s dark eyes narrow onto El’s neutral face before pulling the trigger again.
The raven-haired woman was already ducking low and charging.
His shot slammed into the concrete behind where she’d been standing, making a dark mark where the bullet impacted it. He tried to aim for her head once more, but she was surprisingly fast. Before he could lock on, she was already swinging the blade. He pushed back so that her attack did more damage to his highly expensive clothing than to his life, but he was not spared when the ribbons attacked next.
He saw the sky blue silk before he felt it wrap around him in various ways. His arm shot upwards to the sky, making his next shot fire into the ceiling which hit a light. Orange sparks rain down on a smaller group of hostages turning that area a bit darker. He then felt the bindings snap his other writs into the air and connect it with the other one. He felt the ribbons tighten around his body, even the exquisite quality of it as it slid across the exposed part in his chest.
Eleanor’s free hand quickly grabbed the ribbons as a bunch and twisted around like a ballerina, only to lift and throw Hijiri over her shoulder in a professional wrestler level of suplexes. Hijiri’s body soared over her head and crashed into the solid ground with a satisfying crack as she broke something. The Battle Rabbit flinched but made no more effort to explain his injuries to her as the gun clattered out of his hand. He glared up at her once more.
Their fight was interrupted by a bellowing laugh from Shotgun Steve himself. It served as a good enough distraction for El’s blade to come back down on Hijiri.
Even bound Hijiri was a superior fighter, he’d learned to the opposite side just quickly enough to not be impaled by the secondary. The secondary whose eyes still showed nothing as she stared blankly down at him. He couldn’t help but compare her to a doll at that point, lifeless in the head but very lively in body. His eyes side glanced the blade, in its reflection, he could see the thin line in his cheek pull away and blood oozing out. The crimson-colored liquid fell across the curve of his face down just past his earlobe.
He did not look impressed. In fact, his face mimicked hers to a point. He sucked on his teeth as the task at hand made itself apparent. He needed to take down the master, but before he had to put the guard dog down.
The quickest way from point A to point B is a straight line…
Hijiri closed his eyes, centering himself with a deep breath. He heard her trying to pull the blade free of the stone behind his head. A moment later the camera trained on him captured a flash of pure white light.