aaaaaaaagh_sky: (what's with the sky fire?)
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The door opens onto a long, narrow spit of rock. Brackish water rises on both sides. "Sorry about this," Ellen says, "but this was the easiest door for me to bring you through without either trying to navigate the swamps alone or taking the chance of running into the other two Paladins. We're at the entrance to a lighthouse off the southern shoreline of the swamp area right now. I'll show you my Pip-Boy map as soon as we're on proper ground."

Date: 2013-09-09 03:44 am (UTC)
boston_bruiser: (here's how it works)
From: [personal profile] boston_bruiser
Voodoo glances over from his place at the door. "Go ahead," he says. "All's quiet up above, from what I can see."

(Admittedly, not much.)

Date: 2013-09-09 06:16 pm (UTC)
boston_bruiser: (AND HERE'S WHERE WE'LL AMBUSH BARNEY.)
From: [personal profile] boston_bruiser
Voodoo takes his eyes from behind the sights and blinks. Nothing moves.

"You're in the green, kiddo."

Voodoo's finger taps on the magazine well, once, twice, thrice.

(The sooner he can take this gas mask off, the happier he will be. It's starting to get...moist - in here.)

Date: 2013-09-09 06:27 pm (UTC)
boston_bruiser: (scanning)
From: [personal profile] boston_bruiser
"That makes two of us. Moving out."

Voodoo flips the goggles off his face and jogs up the steps to fresh air, taking a knee once he's out. The carbine's stock rests on a thigh, and he turns his head this way and that, checking the wastes.

"Still nothing up here. Secure a place as any."

Date: 2013-09-09 06:59 pm (UTC)
boston_bruiser: (urrr yup?)
From: [personal profile] boston_bruiser
It's enough to pique Voodoo's curiosity, and he stands up, backtracking to Ellen to read over her shoulder.

And then he's gotta take a closer look, because...he just wants to be sure the mask's not distorting his vision.

"'Nay, by Aklav,'" he reads aloud, "'am I the man or is he? Which of us is the ghost of the other? Mayhap these mirrors are but windows through which we look into another-' okay, I don't know about you? But this don't read like no...'evil tome of cursed ancient lore' to me. Just...some guy havin' an existential crisis thanks to quantum mechanics."

Date: 2013-09-09 07:13 pm (UTC)
boston_bruiser: (this shit ain't right yo)
From: [personal profile] boston_bruiser
"Mmmmmmmhm. Hope you don't mind if I join in."

He sighs, letting the M4 rest by its sling. "Well - mission accomplished, at any rate. Where's Blackhall?"

Date: 2013-09-10 02:33 am (UTC)
boston_bruiser: (in the zone)
From: [personal profile] boston_bruiser
Indeed they do.

Voodoo looks over and reacts instantly, raising his weapon at a man coming out of the treeline, holding the gunsight over his chest. He hasn't come close enough to make his intent clear, but the odds of him just stumbling on this place are way too fucking low.

"You with the facepaint! On the ground, shithead! Now!"
Edited Date: 2013-09-10 02:33 am (UTC)

Date: 2013-09-10 03:00 am (UTC)
boston_bruiser: (Task Force Mako #2)
From: [personal profile] boston_bruiser
Hoo boy.

Voodoo ducks the knife easy enough, then growls and turns to Ellen as the man rabbits.

"Get the hostage! I'll deal with this asshole!"

And then Voodoo's off like a bolt after him. Either pray for your latent super-speed to kick in, or you better have one hell of an ace up your sleeve, dude. Voodoo got his rep for a reason.

Date: 2013-09-10 03:07 am (UTC)
boston_bruiser: (Task Force Mako #2)
From: [personal profile] boston_bruiser
Ah, shit. This is where the tribal has the upper hand - he knows the land; Voodoo doesn't. Still, Voodoo's agile enough to dodge most of what the tribal sends his way, and what he isn't is deflected off his vest with PLINKs and PLUNKs.

(He's quick enough to throw some of it back.)

"Drop where you are and I will not beat the living shit out of you!"

Date: 2013-09-10 03:16 am (UTC)
boston_bruiser: (discourse on the first amendment)
From: [personal profile] boston_bruiser
"OH MY GOD JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP."

Sorry, Mister Fish. You're gonna be on the wrong end of a frag grenade in a second or two.

Date: 2013-09-10 03:24 am (UTC)
boston_bruiser: (Task Force Mako #2)
From: [personal profile] boston_bruiser
(Which Voodoo will appreciate after everything's said and done.)

Voodoo executes his very best Ray Lewis impersonation on the tribal, and it produces a CRUMP that would make any linebacker shed a tear of joy. But Voodoo doesn't offer him a moment of respite - instead, he wrenches the tribal facedown into the mud, holding his head down with one hand as he pats him down with the other.

"You know how this goes, shithead. Hands where I can see them or I hurt you like this."

Betcha didn't know your ulnar could hurt that much, didja?
Edited Date: 2013-09-10 03:31 am (UTC)

Date: 2013-09-10 03:56 am (UTC)
boston_bruiser: (speak clear and speak quick)
From: [personal profile] boston_bruiser
"That's more like it. Now shut the fuck up."

Voodoo takes out a pair of flexicuffs, wrenches the man's arms behind his back, and threads them onto the man's wrists, tightening the straps once he's satisfied with the positioning. Then begins the process of - sweet mother of Mary, how many knives does this guy have?

Voodoo shakes his head, tossing knife after knife out of the guy's reach. "Jeezus, pal," he says, dangling two choice ones in front of the man's eyes, "I'd direct you to a steakhouse, but I get a feeling it'd just be one'a those 'day late, dollar short' things."

Date: 2013-09-10 04:11 am (UTC)
boston_bruiser: (looking to the side)
From: [personal profile] boston_bruiser
And that's pretty reasonable, as far as demands go.

So Voodoo shrugs and grabs the man by his arm. "Lady," he says, turning him over on his back, "be my guest."

Date: 2013-09-10 04:30 am (UTC)
boston_bruiser: (speak clear and speak quick)
From: [personal profile] boston_bruiser
"I know, right?"

Voodoo's stood back to watch the proceedings with Ellen, arms crossed over his chest. (Talk about laser-guided karma.)

"I don't see any reason to break it up just yet. You?"
Edited Date: 2013-09-10 04:30 am (UTC)

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