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 [Neptune's Bounty, The Fighting McDonagh's] A meeting

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PostSubject: Re: [Neptune's Bounty, The Fighting McDonagh's] A meeting   Wed Mar 18, 2009 6:10 pm

-Oliver reeled, head throbbing with pain. It wouldn'tve been so bad if it was just his mouth that got punched, but Lee's fist was so damned big some of his nose got it too. He knew that pain... his nose was definitely broken. He coughed, and he could feel his lip was busted open as his mouth opened, the blood from his nose pouring in and almost making him choke.

It took him a great deal of time before he could focus again, and luckily the bearded man stopped. He heard something along the lines of "Pops" and could hear two thuds. Oliver knew Murdoch and this Jake guy must be getting it bad. He saw the man's faced turn to watch the brawl, and he managed to seethe through broken lips-

Hey, Pops...

-Lee barely had time to look at him before Oliver spat blood in his eyes, and spun in his bar stool to the left automatically as the blinded Lee threw another left hook. Lee punched where he thought Oliver's face was but Oliver had already evacuated; Lee's fist smashed into the bar, the crater in the wood the size of Montana surrounding his hand as it got stuck beneath the bar's cracked surface.

Oliver was already on his feet and to the outside of Lee's extended left arm. Oliver took the man's wrist in one hand, twisting his arm upright so that Lee's elbow pointed downward again. With his other hand on Lee's bicep, Oliver drove his knee upward suddenly, spiking Lee's elbow and forcing it upward; it bent upward and completely the wrong way with a sickening crack.

Oliver whipped around, his long coat flowing with the motion, and faced Murdoch giving him a nod and a knowing glance. Murdoch would know to get ready. Oliver's body suddenly burst with light, his essence seeming to spread in all directions in a dark blue hue reminiscent of the color of his coat. Murdoch would see midnight blue rose petals floating slowly to the floor where Oliver had stood, and Lee groaning in pain, the angle of his arm reversed in a disgusting sight.

This couldn't distract Murdoch long; as a roar from the wiry fellow would demand his attention. With a trail of blood streaming across his face, he stood and rushed forward with an unnatural speed, wrench lifted high in the air as he quickly approached...-

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PostSubject: Re: [Neptune's Bounty, The Fighting McDonagh's] A meeting   Wed Mar 18, 2009 10:53 pm

Murdoch knew Oliver would be okay on his own, but he chanced a look regardless. He caught his friend's eye just a moment before he vanished. He'd be back, Murdoch knew, he never goes far. Though, the look was all too knowing, and unfortunately for these guys, they were in for a rough night. Bad way to end the day, maestros. Oh well, it's your damn bar stool. Might as well take it. Murdoch turned toward the roaring figure charging toward him. For such a slight frame, his bellow remarkably strong, his feet remarkably fast.

Murdoch pulled his hand from his pocket, which now had the brass knuckles affixed over his which were simply bone and a little bit of skin. Allow me to help you. Using his Telekinesis, he pulled the stool he had been sitting on over to himself and lifted it into the air between him and the enraged, viciously salivating, miscreant. The wrench swing came down on one of the legs and severely cracked it. Murdoch cocked his head to look at the fellow. The man looked back at him, a small stream of blood coming down from his forehead.

"Allow me," Murdoch said coldly, spinning the seat toward his target's face. Who knows what his thoughts were at that moment, but Murdoch imagined that they ran along the lines of 'Oh Shit'. A split second later, Murdoch released the bar stool squarely into his face, shattering the wood, and probably his nose or skull. The man slammed into the nearby pillar and crumpled to the ground, more ugly than when he had come in, but not by much.

Murdoch surveyed the other assailants. It seemed like things were well in hand, just as they should be.

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PostSubject: Re: [Neptune's Bounty, The Fighting McDonagh's] A meeting   Wed Mar 18, 2009 11:17 pm

Jake wasn't as lucky as his two compatriots had been. Nothing heroic had gone on - no arm breaking, no head cracking with a wrench. He'd managed to turn when he'd heard that sickening crack from the bar stool crashing down on the third thug's head and nose and...he'd gotten a swift punch to the gut from Steve, who threw him off him. He flew back and smacked his head against the wooden side of the bar, gasping for breath.

Try as he might, his lungs wouldn't pull in any oxygen. 'Stupid bastard knocked the wind outta...' He never got to finish that thought as Steve kicked him in the side, causing him to flop over onto his side, gagging. WHAM. Another kick in the ribs...

Then he saw it in front of him. It glimmered in the Fighting McDonagh's soft lighting like some sort of sign from God Himself: Murdoch's beer bottle. He reached out gently, slowly though, since he hoped the hooligan wouldn't notice him...WHAM. He shuddered in pain, wondering if that was a broken rib; but no matter, he had to get it....

And soon it was in his hand. He picked up and plunged it into the most convenient place he could, which meant the side of Steve's leg that'd been pounding on his poor ribs a minute ago. The man yelled and stumbled over, clutching at the weapon still sticking out of his appendage. Featherston gingerly used the side of the bar to pull himself up, nearly falling flat on his face as he did so. 'It'll be ok...he's down there and you're up here now.'

He glowered down at the man, the man's eyes streaming with tears and snot running down his nose as he bawled like a baby, attempting to wrench the glass shards out of his thick, meaty leg. Featherston spat at his feet and looked over. Murdoch was standing a ways away from him, giving him a smirk and a nod. They'd done it. But of course...

He gently lowered himself to Steve's eye level and leered at him. "Beat up a cripple now, will ya? Well, makes you feel any better, chump, some betties like guys with scars." He picked himself up and stumbled over to Murdoch, giving him a wry grin.

"Think we did pretty good but...where'd Oliver get himself off to?" He didn't really quite notice that Lee was still over there, cradling his broken arm...

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PostSubject: Re: [Neptune's Bounty, The Fighting McDonagh's] A meeting   Wed Mar 18, 2009 11:47 pm

-There was the whipping of wind, as if it clashed together at one point in midair; it sounded like the first breath of a storm. Another burst of light upstairs signaled the destination of his Teleport, the dark blue essence forming again into Oliver's figure.

Lee had managed to get his mangled arm loose from the mangled bar. While his buddies were getting smacked around proper, he slowly gripped his hand with the hand connected to his good arm. With a snap that was louder than his grown, he bent his elbow the right way, though now it hung completely limp. He knelt down, picking up the wrench left behind by his buddy, and started rushing towards the somewhat victorious Murdoch and Jake.

There was a ripping sound, and Oliver's hand let loose the nets that held the barrels in the ceiling-

Murdoch!

-His shout came before the loud thud of the barrels cascading down... there were only two of them but they were BIG. The first one bounced, swinging its way over the bar, the second one smacking into the ground and sprawling into the air, close behind...

There was another burst of light as Oliver's essence forcibly spread in all directions, rose petals falling to the wooden planks upstairs as he defined time and distance-

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PostSubject: Re: [Neptune's Bounty, The Fighting McDonagh's] A meeting   Thu Mar 19, 2009 1:32 am

Though Murdoch had only met the man about an hour before, he was genuinely glad to see that Featherston had emerged victorious from his brawl with Steve. Hopefully there were no broken rips to tend to. Murdoch watched him say something to the fallen foe and then walk over toward where he was standing. When posed with the question, Murdoch wondered the same. "He can't have gone too far.." he said.

There are a few unmistakable sounds in life. One such sound is that of a snapping rope. He barely heard his name before the first barrel crashed onto the wood planks that made up the floor of the Fighting McDonagh's. Meanwhile, unbeknown to him and his friend, Lee had pushed himself up and was coming down on them with the discarded wrench. Still, Murdoch's motive was to evade the oncoming flood of barrels.

Murdoch hoped he wouldn't hurt Featherston's feelings, but he doubted the man would be able to move quickly enough to evade. Murdoch grabbed the man as best he could, moved a couple feet, and dove to the floor. Blind with rage and blood, Lee swung widely missing Featherston and Murdoch. Then came the sickening crunch as the first barrel knocked Lee to his knees, and the second crushed him against the bar. Murdoch looked toward the wreckage, and wondered if he was still alive.

Murdoch stood, and helped Featherston up also. "Sorry about that, figured you didn't want to end up like... well... yeah," Murdoch said as he dabbed at his lip. Just spit, no blood. Undoubtedly, they were about to be thrown out of the Fighting McDonagh's. False advertising.


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PostSubject: Re: [Neptune's Bounty, The Fighting McDonagh's] A meeting   Thu Mar 19, 2009 12:03 pm

It hadn't been the first time that night that Featherston had been surprised. Soon as he'd heard the ropes snapping, he'd figured something was gonna happen. He hadn't been disappointed as the loosened barrels had totally demolished their last foe, unconscious and smashed against the bar counter. He let Murdoch help him up, glad that the man had thought so quickly on his feet. 'Not so sure I could have avoided that. Reflexes still might have some memory of the war with ducking and covering, but with my leg...' Could'ves, should'ves, and would'ves. Not like it mattered now as they stood triumphant over the men that'd been threatening them all a moment before.

Featherston grunted and touched his chest lightly. Pain, but not so much that suggested broken ribs. He let out an audible sigh of relief. Thank God for small favors, after all. He turned to Oliver, the man having simply just popped back into their area from the moment before. He looked over cautiously at the other one. "Telekinesis? Teleportation?" He shook his head, smiling a bit. "I'm not really a plasmid guy but...well, just gotta say that you two pulled through tonight. Heroes of the hour and all of that jazz." He scanned the pub, the other patrons had been deadly quiet since the brawl had started, with everyone's attention now focused on them.

Featherston gestured at them with a shooing motion. "Go on now, what're you all looking at? Fine lot you are, helping three guys who didn't do anything other than in self defense." He rolled his eyes as they continued to look on, mouths open and gaping like a bunch of fish. They wouldn't help them, he knew - 'virtue of selfishness' and all of that grift.

He turned back to Murdoch, taking a cigarette out of his pocket along with his lighter. He put the nicotine stick into his mouth, fiddled with the lighter, and managed to light the cigarette. He inhaled deeply, letting a familiar, comforting feeling wash over him. "I don't know about you guys, but this won't bode well for us. Doubt we'll be allowed back in here. And these poor idiots," he gestured to the men whom they'd pounded into the dirt, "might try to press us with the medical bills, at least."

He instantly winced at that, no way could he afford any charges pressed against him with no job...but of course, he'd always considered himself a man of ideas. He grinned, as a small little idea came to him. He turned to the barkeep and pointed, "Hey, got a deal for you: You don't report this to Sullivan and the police, we won't come back here, alright?" The barkeep simply looked at him, staring dumbly but nodded.

He turned around somewhat embarrassed to Murdoch. "That won't...be a problem will it?"
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PostSubject: Re: [Neptune's Bounty, The Fighting McDonagh's] A meeting   Fri Mar 20, 2009 12:19 am

-While Jake was speaking, Oliver's essence was brought together again, in the back room behind the bar keeper, his newly detected presence causing the door to slide open. Right as the bar keeper nodded stupidly to Jake's proposal, he called for the bar keeper's attention-

Yo.

-The bar keeper turned around, paused for a moment as he saw Oliver in the back room... but obviously didn't notice him come by. He did a double take, as Oliver invited him to the room with his finger in a beckoning motion. The door slid closed behind the bar keeper, and Jake and Murdoch could hear some discussion but not quite what it was. After a few minutes Oliver emerged, waving back to the guy in the backroom-

...many thanks, Mac. Its well appreciated.

-Oliver fumbled in the inside pocket of his midnight blue longcoat, producing an EVE Hypo, its contents a lighter blue than his coat, and glowing faintly. It was fun to be one of the first with a "successful" Teleport plasmid; the test subjects of the predecessors of the modification flowing through Oliver's body were found with their limbs and torsos in separate rooms of the lab. Oliver was one of the first to use it, but he quickly found the shortcomings of having his prototype when Teleport was released to the public, having improved over his version. It took him twice as long to use his, and twice as much EVE. Just about the only thing he liked about his prototype is for some reason it left behind dark blue rose petals instead of the red ones the conventional plasmid was known for.

What's more the doctor said he'd need to use an EVE Hypo after every couple of Teleports, since the EVE he'd have left in his body after appearing and reappearing twice was enough to disappear once a third time; but not enough to come back. This was part of the reason he had the EVE hypo on his ankle; it was an earlier model, just like his plasmid.

Oliver rolled up the left sleeve of his coat, striking his arm and injecting himself with the EVE in a motion that was both forceful and alarmingly casual. As the EVE entered his system, he called out to his friends-

Hey Murdoch, Jake. No harm, no foul...

-His eyes went from the smashed bar to the broken and bleeding mean on the floor, and then to the other patrons gaping like fish. You could hear a pin drop as Oliver realized the poor choice of words.

He stepped closer to the bar, so the others in the tavern would be less inclined to hear, motioning for his friends to come closer-

Yeah... listen, I know the owner. You're welcome back here...

-He pats Jake on his shoulder with a smile that showed off his busted lips, bloodied mouth, and broken tooth-

Just don't be causing any more fights... pops.


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PostSubject: Re: [Neptune's Bounty, The Fighting McDonagh's] A meeting   Fri Mar 20, 2009 2:30 pm

Murdoch slipped his hands into his pockets of his coat and brushed at the splinters on the floor with his foot. Someone coughed. "Well, I can't deny the utility that plasmids offer," he said to Featherston off-handedly, looking up with the older man scolded the rest of the bar. While they certainly didn't help us, they didn't hurt us either. For that Murdoch was grateful. The fight could have gone the other way pretty quick if an extra meathead or two decided to join just to satisfy their lust for fighting.

Murdoch watched as the bartender walked to the back to meet with Oliver. He strained to hear what went down between them, but the door blocked all sound until Oliver reopened it. Oliver approached the other two, injecting himself with a blue serum to replenish his depleted EVE.

Leaning close to hear what Oliver said, Murdoch's eyebrows raised in surprise. "Well, that's good to hear. Hey, you're missin' some features. You okay? Also, I've been meaning to tell you, but I whipped up a fix for your teleportation plasmid. Should make it use EVE more efficiently. If you stop by the lab tomorrow I'll be able to administer the lot for you," Murdoch said in a low voice.

"Anyway, we should get you down to Medical. I hear that there's a new nurse over at Kure-All worth stopping by for," Murdoch said a little louder, grinning. "Got your tooth? They might need that if you want to put it back in."

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PostSubject: Re: [Neptune's Bounty, The Fighting McDonagh's] A meeting   Fri Mar 20, 2009 2:56 pm

Jake gave a mock scowl and shoved Oliver playfully. "Hey, we'll talk soon as we compare battle scars. Looks like you got out a lot worse than I did. And if I recall correctly," he said wryly, "Murdoch got everything started when he hit the guy over the head with that bottle." 'Can come back to the bar, eh?' He looked around at all the patrons, still staring at the trio. He sighed to himself and scratched the back of his head, 'Maybe that's not such a red hot idea, though.'

He frowned and watched as Murdoch walked over to Oliver and remarked lightly over the man's wounds. Jake had done the same, but mostly to keep himself from wincing. 'Yeesh, I hope Steinman or whoever they have down at the Medical Pavilion does a good job of cleaning him up. Doesn't seem like that could go away any time soon...' He paused and hobbled over to the counter and gently picked up Oliver's tooth and examined it. Dried blood still covered the bone in uneven and jagged patterns that seemed to glow in the bar's dim light. He threw it up in the air, caught it, and turned back to Oliver. "Hey, catch," he said, as he threw the item to its owner. "You'll need that more than the bartender, I take it."

Murdoch continued on lightly about Oliver needing medical attention, and rightly so, Jake thought. He paused, watching the two and stepped forward a bit. "Well, you two, hell of a first meeting and all that. Think I should get going though...don't really care for attracting so much attention to myself," with a jerk of his thumb, he indicated their awestruck audience, "and besides, you should get him to the Medical Pavilion before any of that gets infected." He was sure Murdoch was about to say something to him, but he held up his hand. "Listen, whatever you're gonna say, whatever offers you'll make, nah, I'm good. I just got roughed up a bit and don't need anything. A good night's sleep should take care of everthing. I'll see you two around, you ever want to do something like this again but," he smiled, "not the fighting bit, alright? Ever want to find me, like I said before, just come over to the poorhouses, one of the guys or gals there'll let me know someone wants to talk to me."

And with that, he marched toward the Securis door, and out into the more still night air outside of the Fighting McDonagh's. It was a long walk back to the poorhouses, but somehow, Featherston didn't think he'd mind that tonight. He was sure he was just too tired to care.
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PostSubject: Re: [Neptune's Bounty, The Fighting McDonagh's] A meeting   Sun Mar 22, 2009 3:56 am

What, you mean this?

-Oliver touches his nose, then brings his hand back down, noticing the tip of his finger coated in blood. He coughs, tasting it-

Ah, this looks a lot worse than it really is. I've had my nose broken so many times... anyway its the wounds that don't show you need to worry about. But your composure checks out, Jake. You'll live to fight another day.

-Oliver's eyes lit up slightly at Murdoch's news about the Lot; they didn't light up often. He had told him a month or so about his problem, when Murdoch noticed he always wore the EVE Hypo on his ankle. Murdoch said he'd figure out a fix for it, but Oliver hadn't taken the remark to be too serious-

Really?

-For a moment there was genuine feeling in his voice, but when he heard it himself he regained his composure. Murdoch mentioned the new nurse and Oliver grinned-

Ah. Well I guess she'll just have to get used to me then! I just about keep that place in business alone.

-Everyone who worked at the Medical Pavilion knew Oliver. He told them he was just clumsy but only the most naive bought it; those who weren't so naive knew better than to ask the real reason he was there almost once a week.

Just as Murdoch mentioned his tooth, Jake told him to catch and tossed it. He held his hand open and it came right to it; a good throw. His hand closed around it. He watched as Jake declined any offers for help before they were made, and Oliver shrugged in response-

Alright. If I'm around I'll ask for you. And I'll listen around for a job.

-He gave him a wave, letting him walk a good ways before commenting to Murdoch; his voice suggested respect rather than mocking-

He's tough for his age... anyway I'll be sure to head down to the Dandy Dental, but I won't make you tag along. You've got things to do I'm sure.

-He starts for the bathysphere, knowing Murdoch was heading that way anyhow. As they exit and cross the wooden bridge, he takes a turn to the right, walking up to the Circus of Values-

Hey. maybe with that Lot of yours I won't have to do this quite so often...

-"Cure your cravings at the Circus of Values!" plays as Oliver approaches, and the machine lights up. He inserts $25, and the selection for an EVE Hypo lights up, along with other items of equal or lesser cost. He presses the button for the EVE Hypo, and it vends, the EVE Hypo landing in the tray at the bottom. Oliver picks it up and places it carefully in one of the empty holsters on the inside of his midnight blue longcoat-

So are we still on for Fort Frolic tonight?

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PostSubject: Re: [Neptune's Bounty, The Fighting McDonagh's] A meeting   Sun Mar 22, 2009 4:26 pm

Stepping out into the cold air of Neptune's Bounty felt good to Murdoch. The fight had caused him to perspire, and the bar felt very stuffy afterward. He chuckled at Oliver's joke. He certainly didn't make them often enough, Murdoch thought. We could all smile a bit more, he thought, as they approached the constantly smiling Circus of Values machine. Despite its cheery demeanor, he never found them particularly appealing. He watched Oliver select an EVE hypo from the machine and Lot 86 game flooding back to him.

"Yes, hopefully you won't have to sink your money into these blasted mechanical tea-leaves anymore," he said. "After Suchong perfected the Teleportation plasmid, he just gave up on the prototype serums, forgetting those like yourself who are still walking around with that in them."

They began walking toward the bathysphere. Someone stepped out of Jet Postal, waving to one of the clerks who was still in there. He turned and hoofed it the same direction Murdoch and Oliver were about to go. Murdoch wondered what the rush was. Ah well.

"I should let you know, it won't be like jacking up with some other plasmid. There is still a risk that you could end up with your head popping off like a dandelion, but we won't know until we test it. Unfortunately, you're the only one I'm aware of who still has this prototype plasmid and is still kickin' around," Murdoch explained as they walked through the Upper Wharf.

"However, I was able to take the commercial line Teleportation and compare it to the Lot you have. I think by simply adding to you what you've been missing will clear up your problem with the EVE usage," Murdoch continued, his voice echoing as they walked through the atrium housing the front of Fontaine Fisheries and out onto the Lower Wharf.

"All in all, you should be just like everyone else. I'm not sure why yours leaves that deep blue coloration, but that's not my concern, so whether or not that gets fixed is, you know, a crap shoot. Probably won't, as the additives were designed to create bodily cohesion, keep people from falling apart on us," he said as they walked, finally reaching the Bathysphere station.

"So, if you want to stop by my office sometime in the morning down in Point Prometheus, I can give you that Lot and you'll be all set to go," he finished. "And yeah, I'll be heading over to Fort Frolic on the next 'sphere. Come over when you're finished getting your face repaired, eh?"

Oliver nodded and jumped in the bathysphere, pulling the level to the Medical Pavilion selection. Murdoch watched as the door closed, sealed, and the whole thing sunk away off to Medical. He buttoned up his coat and waited for the next bathysphere which would be along shortly. When it finally came, he jumped in and selected Fort Frolic. Hopefully it would be warmer there.

((Change your cache if need be. End of RP.))

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Gene:
Plasmid(2/6): Telekinesis, X
Physical (2/4): SportBoost, X
Combat (2/4): X, X
Engineer (0/0): Locked.
Weapons: Brass knuckles
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