OOC:
Okay so it took me a little longer to get round to completing it but its done so, WOOT. I should really cut back on some of the detail on these, they take me so damn long to write cause I have to get the gramma, sentence structure and word use spot on and fully describe everything in vivid detail, almost as if I'm writing a freaking novel. Dunno why but it just seems to be an obsession of mine, if I'm gonna write something I often seem to feel the need to write it perfectly, which is great description wise but terrible time wise. Seriously it takes me at least an hour to write one flippin page.
I was (again) gonna add a little with the two overlanders but I want to get this up now and the opening ceremony just started XD. Sorry if Swords departure seemed abrupt, I figured this section should get moving around about now and i also don't really know how to RP Rouge XD. Just so pplz know as well, Sword doesnt really know much about the heros of mobius as he spent most of his life before the Ark crash in his own village, which is why he was asking who Rouge was much to her disgust hehehe.
Wraith thanks for the quick reply, and yes that answer all my questions perfectly ^^
IC:
"Since when do professional treasure hunters get caught so easily?"
Sword bent down and closed his fist around the grip of Rogue's dropped weapon then righted himself, the barrel pointed toward the bat. He gave an amused snort, his beak curving upward slightly into a patronising grin at her words, though her eyes were now fixed intently on the nose of her own weapon only now realising how dangerous the predicament she had just flown into could possibly be. Clearly the bat had lost her senses, assuming she had any to begin with, if she were willing to speak so condescendingly to those who held the upper hand. Unless of course she had a few other tricks up her sleeve and felt safe enough in her abilities to not feel in the least bit threatened by them. Judging by her words she must believe that the cheetah and himself were nothing more than petty thieves. A gross misassumption and an extremely unflattering prospect. Still, he might as well play on the belief. He doubted much would come of it but it would at least serve to continue her underestimation of him.
"Besides this is hardly the prime location to hide stolen goods now is it?"
Trey quickly stepped forward, Swords reaction surprising him. One of the heroes of Mobius, well not a hero per say but still, had dropped out of the sky in front of him and now this eagle he had just met, and whom had seemed reasonable enough at first, was pointing her own gun at her. Admittedly she had fired on them and Sword had saved him from the hail of bullets but he did not like this scenario in the slightest.
"Hey now Sword! Put the gun down. This is a major misunderstanding." Trey said, his hand imitating the action he wished Sword to make.
Swords reply was swift, his tone quite harsh. "I do no respond well to weapons fire."
"Fair enough but there's no need to act rashly in this situation."
"I wasn't intending to. Now," and he turned his eyes back on Rogue. "I would say what you want is obvious, so lets stick with who you are."
Sword glanced out the window. The first helicopter was about to pass behind a nearby building and out of direct view. Three more black dots had appeared in the northern-western sky, obviously reinforcements, still some distance off but heading toward them and at great speed.
"Who I am?" she repeated incredulously, quite taken aback. "I'm only the."
"Forget it." Sword cut her off and tossed the gun to Trey. "Do what you will with her. I don't have time to stick around." With that he turned and sprinted straight toward the office window. Launching himself off the window sill and out into the open Sword released his wingblades. Their large width formed a partial wing surface as they extended. The former feathers were a far cry from the perfectly structured gliding surface of a normal eagle's wing; in fact they were hardly ideal for any notable lift generation.
Wind howled through his blades, struggling to keep Sword's form from plummeting as he glided to the hotel, slowly loosing height. The solid wall of glass and steel beams approached. Sword tipped himself back just before impact, unleashing his talons and kicking forward, driving their sharp points deep into the plate glass. The muscles in his feet locked, holding him in place on the side of the building. Small cracks spread quickly around the puncture marks as the glass adjusted to support his horizontal weight. He acted quickly, his toes and talons already feeling the immense straight required to hold him in such a position. Sword closed his eye for a moment and focussed upon his own body. A bloom of energy welded within him, instinctively flowing along his arms toward his wingblades. He concentrated, restraining it and restricting its flow to a thin trickle, directing it carefully to surround just his primary wingblades which began to glow with such a low intensity its light was almost completely drowned out by the glare of the afternoon sun. Energy conservation was important and glass would hardly require much to cut.
Sword opened his eyes and studied the dull glow on his primary blades. Relaxing his mind a little caused it to flare slightly before, with a second thought, settling back to its previous almost invisible luminance. His brows knitted in annoyance. The energy flow still wasn't completely stable even now. Even at this level he had regained little of his previous control.
A sudden gust of wind pushed Sword forward, straining his talons even more and reminding him this was not the time to be focussing on anything but the task at hand. He raised am arm over his head and slashed quickly at the window. The energy surrounded blade sliced quickly and easily through the plate glass cutting a large section of it away which dropped, with a wince inducingley loud crash into the hotel room to that it belonged to. Swords wingblades retracted quickly back into his arms, the arcblade energy surrounding them extinguishing immediately. Grabbing the edge of the new hole Sword wrestled his talons out of the fatiguing glass and flipped himself around its edge. He landed neatly upon the square pane of glass lying underneath the window. The release of tension on his feet was felt immediately as a wave of relief and followed rapidly by a low tight pain as the muscles cramped.
Looking back out the window Sword took in the current state of affairs. Around five GUN vehicles were drawing near to this side hotel, presumable with some vehicles approaching on the opposite side of the hotel to prevent the gang from running. The nearby helicopter wasn't in sight, most likely hovering nearby waiting for the reinforcements, and the backup helicopters had gained on the building considerably in the minute it took for Sword to enter. Less than half a minute would see them arrive, although. . . . . . one seemed to be veering off in a completely different direction. He looked across at the building he had just leapt from, then up the side of the hotel. It appeared he had fallen three floors in covering the short distance between the two. Quite pathetic really but he had made it, hopefully undetected. Considering the egotistical nature of the twins he surmised they would likely have set up their office on the top floor of the building. Yes that would be most befitting. Best start there. He still had to cover a good half of the building to get up there but with the, if not all, at least the majority of the gang outside the building the lifts would be as safe a place as any really.
Sword pulled his head back through the window and turned toward the door of the hotel room.
OOC: stopped it here so Trey and Rouge can jump in if they want to. and three guesses where that other helicopter is heading *grins evilly at james*
Okay so it took me a little longer to get round to completing it but its done so, WOOT. I should really cut back on some of the detail on these, they take me so damn long to write cause I have to get the gramma, sentence structure and word use spot on and fully describe everything in vivid detail, almost as if I'm writing a freaking novel. Dunno why but it just seems to be an obsession of mine, if I'm gonna write something I often seem to feel the need to write it perfectly, which is great description wise but terrible time wise. Seriously it takes me at least an hour to write one flippin page.
I was (again) gonna add a little with the two overlanders but I want to get this up now and the opening ceremony just started XD. Sorry if Swords departure seemed abrupt, I figured this section should get moving around about now and i also don't really know how to RP Rouge XD. Just so pplz know as well, Sword doesnt really know much about the heros of mobius as he spent most of his life before the Ark crash in his own village, which is why he was asking who Rouge was much to her disgust hehehe.
Wraith thanks for the quick reply, and yes that answer all my questions perfectly ^^
IC:
"Since when do professional treasure hunters get caught so easily?"
Sword bent down and closed his fist around the grip of Rogue's dropped weapon then righted himself, the barrel pointed toward the bat. He gave an amused snort, his beak curving upward slightly into a patronising grin at her words, though her eyes were now fixed intently on the nose of her own weapon only now realising how dangerous the predicament she had just flown into could possibly be. Clearly the bat had lost her senses, assuming she had any to begin with, if she were willing to speak so condescendingly to those who held the upper hand. Unless of course she had a few other tricks up her sleeve and felt safe enough in her abilities to not feel in the least bit threatened by them. Judging by her words she must believe that the cheetah and himself were nothing more than petty thieves. A gross misassumption and an extremely unflattering prospect. Still, he might as well play on the belief. He doubted much would come of it but it would at least serve to continue her underestimation of him.
"Besides this is hardly the prime location to hide stolen goods now is it?"
Trey quickly stepped forward, Swords reaction surprising him. One of the heroes of Mobius, well not a hero per say but still, had dropped out of the sky in front of him and now this eagle he had just met, and whom had seemed reasonable enough at first, was pointing her own gun at her. Admittedly she had fired on them and Sword had saved him from the hail of bullets but he did not like this scenario in the slightest.
"Hey now Sword! Put the gun down. This is a major misunderstanding." Trey said, his hand imitating the action he wished Sword to make.
Swords reply was swift, his tone quite harsh. "I do no respond well to weapons fire."
"Fair enough but there's no need to act rashly in this situation."
"I wasn't intending to. Now," and he turned his eyes back on Rogue. "I would say what you want is obvious, so lets stick with who you are."
Sword glanced out the window. The first helicopter was about to pass behind a nearby building and out of direct view. Three more black dots had appeared in the northern-western sky, obviously reinforcements, still some distance off but heading toward them and at great speed.
"Who I am?" she repeated incredulously, quite taken aback. "I'm only the."
"Forget it." Sword cut her off and tossed the gun to Trey. "Do what you will with her. I don't have time to stick around." With that he turned and sprinted straight toward the office window. Launching himself off the window sill and out into the open Sword released his wingblades. Their large width formed a partial wing surface as they extended. The former feathers were a far cry from the perfectly structured gliding surface of a normal eagle's wing; in fact they were hardly ideal for any notable lift generation.
Wind howled through his blades, struggling to keep Sword's form from plummeting as he glided to the hotel, slowly loosing height. The solid wall of glass and steel beams approached. Sword tipped himself back just before impact, unleashing his talons and kicking forward, driving their sharp points deep into the plate glass. The muscles in his feet locked, holding him in place on the side of the building. Small cracks spread quickly around the puncture marks as the glass adjusted to support his horizontal weight. He acted quickly, his toes and talons already feeling the immense straight required to hold him in such a position. Sword closed his eye for a moment and focussed upon his own body. A bloom of energy welded within him, instinctively flowing along his arms toward his wingblades. He concentrated, restraining it and restricting its flow to a thin trickle, directing it carefully to surround just his primary wingblades which began to glow with such a low intensity its light was almost completely drowned out by the glare of the afternoon sun. Energy conservation was important and glass would hardly require much to cut.
Sword opened his eyes and studied the dull glow on his primary blades. Relaxing his mind a little caused it to flare slightly before, with a second thought, settling back to its previous almost invisible luminance. His brows knitted in annoyance. The energy flow still wasn't completely stable even now. Even at this level he had regained little of his previous control.
A sudden gust of wind pushed Sword forward, straining his talons even more and reminding him this was not the time to be focussing on anything but the task at hand. He raised am arm over his head and slashed quickly at the window. The energy surrounded blade sliced quickly and easily through the plate glass cutting a large section of it away which dropped, with a wince inducingley loud crash into the hotel room to that it belonged to. Swords wingblades retracted quickly back into his arms, the arcblade energy surrounding them extinguishing immediately. Grabbing the edge of the new hole Sword wrestled his talons out of the fatiguing glass and flipped himself around its edge. He landed neatly upon the square pane of glass lying underneath the window. The release of tension on his feet was felt immediately as a wave of relief and followed rapidly by a low tight pain as the muscles cramped.
Looking back out the window Sword took in the current state of affairs. Around five GUN vehicles were drawing near to this side hotel, presumable with some vehicles approaching on the opposite side of the hotel to prevent the gang from running. The nearby helicopter wasn't in sight, most likely hovering nearby waiting for the reinforcements, and the backup helicopters had gained on the building considerably in the minute it took for Sword to enter. Less than half a minute would see them arrive, although. . . . . . one seemed to be veering off in a completely different direction. He looked across at the building he had just leapt from, then up the side of the hotel. It appeared he had fallen three floors in covering the short distance between the two. Quite pathetic really but he had made it, hopefully undetected. Considering the egotistical nature of the twins he surmised they would likely have set up their office on the top floor of the building. Yes that would be most befitting. Best start there. He still had to cover a good half of the building to get up there but with the, if not all, at least the majority of the gang outside the building the lifts would be as safe a place as any really.
Sword pulled his head back through the window and turned toward the door of the hotel room.
OOC: stopped it here so Trey and Rouge can jump in if they want to. and three guesses where that other helicopter is heading *grins evilly at james*
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