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Post by demikara on Dec 5, 2018 17:16:31 GMT -6
"No clue." Maria said and nodded. She could keep the other distracted right? Right now she was distracted by the sensation that one of the targets of her tracking spell was closer, possibly in the building crowd. She had to keep the target's attention on her then, and away from the crowd. She could do this. Maria hesitated a moment, then whistled ear piercingly sharp. "Hey! I don't know your name or who you are, but you need to put your hands on your head." He had gestured at her pistol though and she lowered it further, though she refused to put it up. "I need you to pay attention to me, okay?"
She kept talking, switching to Spanish with ease. Maybe it was closer to something he understood. "¡Pon las manos sobre tu cabeza y ríndete! Estas bajo arresto. Ven en silencio o tendré que usar la fuerza." Put your hands on your head and surrender! You are under arrest. Come quietly or I will have to use force. She really hoped she was doing a decent job of keeping his attention.
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Post by littlekreen on Dec 5, 2018 22:43:18 GMT -6
Those without training tend to merely stare at the action not realizing by the change of position they'd possibly entered the line of fire. As one that saw the blue line once or twice the voice of wisdom told her to get to more cover and squat behind the berm of flowers and rotten tree chips. Lime pompoms removed from Bill's jacket she pressed them to the wooden wall at her feet with a worried squeak from Quinn. The two hairy spheres squeezed toward each other to hold each other with one arm and Bill's kneecap with the other. the faint claw nubbins and thumbed arms barely seen. Other civilians with brains took note and found cover of a metal post which she found amusing. Others completely oblivious and transfixed to the action where some grew bored and simply left as newcomers replaced them. The civilians didn't seem to have any combat sense in them but Flynn gathered most hadn't seen a day of combat in their lives.
Bill's withered hand reached down to dislodge the two hands and pat the heads that put them here. Balls of fluff drew curiosity but not the wrong kind.
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Post by Fife on Dec 8, 2018 23:46:14 GMT -6
The man paused at the sharp whistle, but kept crouched behind his barrier, watching the woman lower her gun, and try to communicate. The language was crude, the syntax and many of the words were lost on the Officer. She was saying something about his hands and being quiet.
"Ego non concedo!" The man called out in response. "Fallitur qui te facit." He shouted again. Then he saw the woman disappear, and felt something strike him. They would both go to the ground, but Xiao would learn quickly that this strange man was strong, and with her attempts to grasp him, that was becoming more, and more obvious. The musculature of his forearms was solid, and his strength was easily overpowering, as small nanites worked tirelessly to condition, and sustain his vascular, and muscular system throughout the scuffle.
He was using pankration techniques, to both attempt retain control of his weapon, and attempt to gain control of, and subdue Xiao through the fight.
The techniques the Aschen officer was using was as ancient as Athens, and Sparta, but seemed closer to the Mixed Martial Arts of the modern world. His goal was to retain control, and holster his weapon, and he made every effort to do so.
His next move in the scuffle was to reach for a baton like device, a device lovingly called a "Sickstick" One that if used, would cause the victim's digestive system to enter a state of uncontrollable spasm, often expelling stomach and bowel contents in short order.
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Post by Circe on Dec 17, 2018 21:01:42 GMT -6
Xiaolian hadn't expected to get taken down with the man, but there she was knocked down onto the ground and fighting against a man who was much stronger than they had originally assumed. "Look, you gotta take a girl to dinner before doing this shit." She grunted as she tried to slip out of his grip. "I'm flattered, but really." Xiaolian added as she considered her options.
She was currently in over her head, and possessing little magic herself, she didn't have much leverage against someone stronger than herself. Xiaolian had already used one trick, and while she was loathe to consider herself the proverbial one trick pony, it was certainly looking that way. "Fuck this." Xiaolian said to herself as she took a moment to still herself and ready for the jump.
Winking in and out of existance again, she was right back where she had left Maria. Gasping and panting for breath, she made a mental note to stop avoiding the gym so much. "Okay that didn't work, any new ideas?"
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Post by demikara on Dec 20, 2018 11:46:31 GMT -6
"Okay, so he's an accomplished fighter, and doesn't understand our language. I don't think shooting him would help either." She bit her bottom lip and watched him, uncertainly. She was just glad the lieutenant had gotten out of the perp's grip. Right now, she didn't quite know what to do. "Call for back up?" That was all she could think of. The man spoke some language she didn't recognize and could take the lieutenant on. He also appeared to have at least one weapon. This wasn't exactly an ideal situation. She watched him carefully, then called out again.
"Put your hands in the air and surrender." She ordered, keeping her voice firm, but calm. "We don't want this to become violent. Surrender now." She didn't think it would get through at all, but she was also not sure how to get through to him.
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Post by littlekreen on Dec 21, 2018 14:34:13 GMT -6
Flynn shouts from the crowd at him in too-recent latin compared to the man's older tongue, ((It's what you deserve! Only fools attack the law!))
The two lime pompoms on his chest turn to point their mismatched eyes in in the direction of Flynn's attention for a moment then turn back to press them into the imitation of Bill.
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Post by Fife on Jun 10, 2020 22:30:50 GMT -6
The man's heart was racing from the running, and the scuffling, but logic, and reasoning had begun to set in through his fear addled mind. His opponent slipped away, so he took the opportunity to heave an audible sigh, and disengage the barrier. What prompted the change of heart? He kept his hands open, when he undid the velcro straps that secured a strange gauntlet to his arm, the origin of the shimmering barrier. Once the velcro straps released, the device fell to the ground with a heavy thunk.
He raised his arms, and placed his hands on his head, there was a communication barrier, but surely these people would recognize a universal sign of surrender.
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Post by Circe on Jun 13, 2020 12:36:09 GMT -6
Xiaolian stared in disbelief as the man dropped his equipment on the ground and placed his hands on his head. "Zhang, I don't know what you did.. but he's surrendered." She said as she shook her head. "Grab the wierdo with the... whatever those fuzzy things are. I'll grab the other guy." They took the weird cases, but even this was beyond the weird that MCU tended to cover.
She wondered how loudly Molly would scream if she asked her to help with this latest one, given that the other had already shown a hefty disapproval for the laws that governed this plane and any other. It was a conversation Xiaolian wasn't looking forward to dealing with, given that she was supposed to observe and protect, or really solve temporal issues caused by the Ratatoskr and others with the ability to access temporal magics.
Taking a moment to think, she tried to remember if there was any language similar to the one that the man with the weapons had spoken that she might have come across. Paging back through her mental files, Xiaolian suspected it had latin-like roots, something that only a few societies used now. "scisne linguam Anglicam?" She asked only after she had placed the man in handcuffs.
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Post by demikara on Jun 13, 2020 12:44:43 GMT -6
Maria nodded and turned to face the man with the pom poms. The living pom poms. This was going to be interesting. She walked over, gun still drawn, nerves high. "Sir? I'm afraid I'm going to need you to come with me as well." She kept her voice level. This was beyond a weird case already. Well, she had wanted to be a specialist eventually, so she supposed this was going to be part of that.
Technically, the other hadn't done more than shout at the stranger they had been called here to deal with. But the pom poms appeared alive and given they didn't look like dyed dogs were probably some kind of unseen creature she had never seen before. Which meant the man had to come with her.
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Post by littlekreen on Jun 13, 2020 14:44:40 GMT -6
Flynn's mouth had got her in trouble and Didi, for one, would hardly be surprised. Flynn's brow raised above unmoving eyeballs from momentary concern. Bill's husk was a pale thing and she could not move his eyeballs when her own could not. At the noise of someone talking to their mother, the two pom-poms turn to stare at Maria. Bright lavender and bright green eyes each appear within the lime fluff. Both mismatched between a slit-eye and round.
They peeped out of mild hunger before Bill's withered hand shushed and reached down with a finger to scratch them both on the head. Well, she'd gotten herself noticed. Though unlike the spiker for brains decided not to make herself difficult. Though she didn't know the right title to address decided just to avoid it.
Bill's raspy voice at the gun was the solid eyed candor of someone who lived at war, "Hey now, don't scare the whelps. I'm not here to shoot anyone like dead-brain over there. I'll go if you will it. I was just seeing where he was going. I don't know the male."
A half-truth in some respects, certainly, she was just as interested as to how he got here as if he was going somewhere that could get her home. After the idiot shot over her shoulder at Far and Deep she'd just as soon see the male starve than know him.
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Post by Fife on Jun 15, 2020 20:35:18 GMT -6
When Xiao moved to place him in handcuffs he didn't resist, with the ability to get closer inspection, the now healed gunshot wound was evident in his arm, dried blood soaked the dark blue fabric of his uniform sleeve. The Shiny metal embossed sam browne belt, and shoulder strap glinted in the hot sun, the now rumpled peaked cap rested precariously on his head. Despite the synthetic nature of his sam browne belt, and the futuristic look of his gear, his uniform felt like wool, with black leather jack-boots and jodhpur style breeches in dark blue.
Tattoo'd on the back of his neck was something that resembled a barcode, and there were ornate tattoos on his hands that were distinctly alien, yet bore Mediterranean roots.
"óchi" He replied, this time the pronunciation and the language was different, and he seemed more comfortable with the words. "Den to écho akoúsei poté." He added, offering no resistance. His realization had set in, he wasn't in Caprica anymore, and these people must have been the local authorities for wherever that filthy xeno had transported him in their escape. He huffed quietly to himself.
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Post by Circe on Jun 16, 2020 17:31:29 GMT -6
"Of course not." Xiaolian sighed with exasperation as she loaded the man into the back of Maria's cruiser. The paperwork for this one was going to last weeks if she was unlucky enough, and judging by the man's language barrier, possibly longer. "Zhang! Let's go!" She called over to Maria. "You wouldn't happen to know a basic translation spell, would you?"
There had to be a more effective way to communicate that didn't involve using what amounted to a magical sledgehammer that any telepath had the potential to be. Not to mention the privacy issues surrounding reading another person's inner most thoughts.
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Post by demikara on Jun 18, 2020 15:14:36 GMT -6
"A really basic one." Maria admitted, and maneuvered Flynn into the spot next to the foreigner. She eyed the puffballs and frowned. "Just...keep those on your lap." They didn't really have a way to hold onto them, did she? This was going to be interesting. Maria buckles in Flynn, strapping down the lime green fluff balls as well. There was probably an animal carrier at the station they'd fit in.
This would have to do for now.
Maria cast the translation spell and tapped the foreigner's throat. "He should be able to speak english now. It doesn't account for grammar or anything like that, but he should be able to speak and understand english." It wouldn't last long. "It lasts...maybe 20 minutes?"
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Post by littlekreen on Jun 18, 2020 19:57:15 GMT -6
Flynn let Maria cuff Bill's wrists and moved compliantly next to the man. Though they chuffed irritably by sensing the hostility toward Flynn they shifted deeper into the wells of Bill's jacket. Getting them loose while irritated would be an exercise in trying not to lose fingers so Flynn was glad they didn't try to move her whelps. They both clung with death grips to the thickness of false clothing and didn't dislodge in the least with Flynn's hands behind her back.
Though sat next to the other male they made throaty spits and growls from the recesses of Flynn's armpits when the belt went across Flynn's lap they indeed retreated lower to Bill's lap. Both Whelps his animalistic hostility from behind the strap Maria put on but the whelps carried no meaning. Among the fluff to buckle them in the whelps proved far more fur than a creature. A small conical tongue licked Maria's hand as she clicked the belt in.
"Couldn't let go of them if I wanted to," said Bill to Maria with his crooked toothed smile.
Flynn leaned forward a bit to see the rapidly healing bullet wound but didn't think he was a caster, "Not from around here, are ya? Not from anywhere with an abundance of smarts! Heals cracks up pretty fast."
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