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Post by hellohello on Oct 18, 2014 16:25:36 GMT -5
"Uhh, shit, let's go that way!" Boz says, pointing towards a narrow alleyway across the street.
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Post by Psyker on Oct 18, 2014 16:25:46 GMT -5
Tugging nervously at his scarf, Nova avoided eye contact. "I thought you were on fire. My bad. Pretend I was never here." Nova walked backwards away from the commotion to watch the situation play out. He mentally noted that this man called the fire "Hamon". He'd look into that later. Nova suddenly felt a chill go down his spine. "Something is amiss." He whispered to himself. At that moment, the door flung open and a man in a nice black suit wearing a pair of black shades stepped inside. He wore a pair of black gloves, and his ridiculous green mohawk hairstyle contrasted sharply with the otherwise professional looking outfit. "Anyone who is not a 'Stand user', please leave the establishment." The man announced. Several other similarly dressed men followed the man in. All of them were holding guns. The normal people in the cafe quickly fled. Nova , knowing this was bad news, attempted to slip out with the crowd. As he walked past the men, he felt a hand grip his throat. "Not you. You're a person of interest. As are the rest of the remaining individuals." The mohawk man said, eyeing the remaining people in the cafe. "I represent an organization of individuals who are concerned with the growing number of Stands in our city. I am here to make a request. Leave the city now. Or die. The choice rests with you." A gun was placed against Nova's head. "Your answer, gentlemen?"
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Post by hellohello on Oct 18, 2014 16:28:19 GMT -5
As they duck into the alley, Boz sees the threatening men in suits step out of the cafe and put a gun to that Russian guys head. "Guys, the fuck is going on?"
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Post by pillarmanpride on Oct 18, 2014 16:29:40 GMT -5
"Hell if I know!" Billy exclaims.
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Post by flashpointrowsdower on Oct 18, 2014 16:32:38 GMT -5
Graham decided to try leaving the cafe, knowing that he couldn't take that many people in a fair fight so he followed the crowd of frightened people out.
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Post by pillarmanpride on Oct 18, 2014 16:33:13 GMT -5
Billy hears the word stand come from the cafe. "Is that what they're called?" He whispers to himself.
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Post by hellohello on Oct 18, 2014 16:34:59 GMT -5
"Veero, should we uhh, do something about this? Or just split. I think i can take these guys. My SttB can move fast and hit hard. And it's small." Boz says.
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Post by veero on Oct 18, 2014 16:36:45 GMT -5
"Yeah we should, I'll go in and you guys cover me from behind." Said Veero, as he stood up, and started walking towards the café.
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Post by hellohello on Oct 18, 2014 16:38:41 GMT -5
"Well I guess that answers that question," Boz says, catching up to Veero. He takes SttB out of his pocket and throws them to the ground, were they slowly start rolling towards the guy with the gun pointed at the Russian guys head.
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Post by pillarmanpride on Oct 18, 2014 16:39:45 GMT -5
Billy began to follow Veero about 10 feet behind him.
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Post by veero on Oct 18, 2014 16:40:20 GMT -5
Veero opened the door to the cafe and approached the man with the mohawk. "Excuse me sir, could you explain to me why you are holding guns up to these men?"
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Post by pillarmanpride on Oct 18, 2014 16:42:27 GMT -5
Billy retrieves a large cup of Orange juice left by a customer.
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Post by flashpointrowsdower on Oct 18, 2014 16:43:50 GMT -5
Graham stopped and noticed them going back into the cafe "... Well I can't be the coward here." He said and walked back.
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Post by hellohello on Oct 18, 2014 16:43:52 GMT -5
"Uh, yeah, what the fuck man?" Boz says, as SttB turns into four dimes and ten pennies. The ten dimes head towards the vending machine, put themselves under the cable and turns it back on. They then go inside. The pennies continue to go towards the man with the gun.
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Post by Psyker on Oct 18, 2014 16:46:13 GMT -5
Alone in the cafe, Nova realized that he had no choice but to escape. There was no way he'd leave this city, and fighting this many people was impossible. His fortune depended on escape. "Your answer?" The man asked, pushing the gun harder into his temple. As this happened, Nova noticed more people approaching the cafe. One of them opened the door and spoke, causing one of the thugs to turn away from him. This was his chance. "My answer? My answer is..." Slowly, a black arm materialized and placed itself on the thug behind his assailant, placing a white "H" on him. A second white arm then placed a black S on Nova's back. "My answer is that you should never assume you've cornered a street performer. [ HELTER SKELTER ]." Nova's stand fully materialized and placed its hands together, the thug and Nova spontaneously switching locations. In surprise of the ssudden movement, the man pulled the trigger... Not realizing until it was too late that he had shot his own ally. "YOU CHEAP BASTARD! YOU'LL PAY FOR THAT!" The man yelled, pointing his gun forward. "Sorry, cannot pay! Very broke! Please put it on my tab!" Nova sprinted away from the gunfire now heading in his direction. He only hoped that the men who entered the shop could save his ass-- his stand was now too far to attack, so he'd have to stall.
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