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Post by Rory Ashe on Jul 13, 2010 0:04:03 GMT -5
Rory stepped out of his run down, rust colored car. On closer inspection one could see that it wasn't rust colored, it was actually rusted. He remembered when he worked for the government, driving cars that no citizen had ever even seen, getting from point A to Point B faster than anyone on the road. It was a fair trade off though, a horrible job in exchange for a crappy car. Besides, it helped him keep a low key in his new life. After all, people in old cars that are classics don't exactly draw attention.
He jogged up the steps to the First National Bank, it was the last stop on his way home and he had barely made it before closing time. There were still quite a few people in line, despite the late hour. He calmly took his place in line, waiting to deposit his check from this weeks work. There were about seven or eight people in front of him, four men and three women from what he could see. As much as he was trying to ignore everyone else in line he couldn't help but notice the people in front of him.
It wasn't all the people that he was looking at, only four of them, the four men. They were all dressed the same, not the same outfit, but each was wearing slightly baggy clothes with a hoody. That bothered him, and so he looked closer at the man closest to him. It was hard to tell even for Rory but from behind he could make out the faint outline of something stuck into the back of his pants. It almost looked like the barrel of a gun, however, a sudden noise behind him broke his concentration.
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Post by Freya Elensar Ashe on Jul 13, 2010 1:19:01 GMT -5
The noise shouldn't have been that distracting, just the door of the bank slamming shut after Freya had entered. A map lay in her hands, a backpack over one shoulder. Anyone would know what she was doing. She was lost, and had come inside the first place she spotted for directions. That place just happened to be a bank.
Looking up from her back, Freya glanced around, looking for someone to possible assist her, and realizing she just might have to wait in line like the rest of the American's to get her questions answered. Curse stupid Tari! Leaving her behind, not telling her where she was going, and just calling Freya a week later, telling her she had some people she wanted Freya to meet! Curse Tari! When she finally found that stupid sister of hers.... Oh, she'd let Tari have it...
Freya had to stay composed though, keep her cool. Don't look out of the ordinary! That was bad around here! Those mutant laws were on shaky ground as is! These Americans didn't need Freya making everything worse for them by making some bonehead mistake.
Standing close to where the line was formed, she couldn't help but notice the number of uniformly dressed men. What in the world? Did American's often dress like their friends when they went out and about?
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Post by Rory Ashe on Jul 13, 2010 1:44:12 GMT -5
Rory glanced over his shoulder, as did a few of the others in line, as the door to the bank slammed. Though most immediately looked away, Rory held his gave on the woman for a moment. It was funny how much body language could tell about a person once you learned what to look for. Her stance and expression seemed to say that she was lost, that and the fact that she was holding a map might have been a clue. He let his gaze slowly leave her and return to examining the men in line.
An old woman at the front of the line who continued to ask questions to the teller and hold up the line seemed to aggravate the strangely dressed man behind her, more than it was aggravating everyone else. He tried to shake the thoughts of suspicion from his mind. He was probably just being paranoid. Years of training in the skills he had tended to do that to a person. He tried to just let it go, looking for anything else to take his mind off the uniformly dressed men.
The soft footsteps behind him told him that the woman who had just entered the bank was now behind him, he couldn't help but glance behind him again. She was attractive, only an idiot wouldn't admit that. However, Rory wasn't exactly someone raging hormones teenager. It was just a mental acknowledgment that she was attractive, then moving on. Besides, it took a lot more than looks to make Rory take a second glance at someone.
With the line having not moved in the last few minutes, he let out a sigh. Every fiber of him was screaming at him to attack the man closest to him and see if he really was hiding a gun, old habits die hard it seemed. He had to do something to take his mind off it. Finally he turned around to the woman behind him, he was probably going to regret being "friendly", but at least it was a distraction for him.
"Hello..." He said with a friendly smile, hints of an Irish accent still coming through in his speech even after all these years. "I, uh, couldn't help but notice, but ye seemed to be looking fer somethin'." He said with a nod to the map, "Perhaps I could help? I know me way around if yer looking fer something nearby."
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Post by Freya Elensar Ashe on Jul 13, 2010 11:28:38 GMT -5
Freya didn't spend to much time noticing her surroundings. Just that the bank must be near closing time as all the other bankers were getting ready to leave. Other then those odd four men ahead of her there was an elderly woman, the one speaking with the bank workers at the moment, along with two other middle aged women, average in appearance. Then, right in front of her was yet another man, slightly closer to her age then most the others in the bank, as she couldn't tell the ages of the uniformed men.
The man directly in front of her was the only one to react in anyway to Freya's appearance. She smiled a little at one of the times he had been looking at her, if only to be polite. But then he had turned around and was speaking to her. She recognized the Irish accent immediately, who wouldn't? It was a rather distinctive accent after all.
"Oh, yes.... A hotel. This is my first time to New York, I'm not sure where anything is!" She also carried a European accent, only her's was french, and much thicker. Freya smiled sheepishly, but was slightly annoyed with herself for having to rely on complete strangers to find that forsaken hotel her sister was staying at. Again, Curse you Tari!
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Post by Rory Ashe on Jul 13, 2010 13:27:35 GMT -5
Rory immediately picked up on her accent, then again, it was kind of hard not to. Every syllable was thick with it, Rory's was quite a bit more subtle than this woman's. Interesting though that out of all the people in New York, she ran into Europe. Well, at least he had been from Europe at one time, a very long time ago.
"Ah, well, you'll have to be a bit more specific than that... There's at least eight hotels just on this street." He said with a wry smile. Suddenly the sounds of a scuffle behind him caused his head to turn to the front of the line. Apparently the man behind the old woman had gotten tired of her slow pace and jerked her to the ground.
Picking on people who posed absolutely no threat and couldn't defend themselves? That pissed him off almost as bad as killing him, almost. He waited though, he would let the situation unfold a bit further before he reacted. Suddenly all four men jerked off their hoodies, revealing kevlar vests, weapons, and explosives strapped to them. The man in front pulled out a pistol and fired it in the air, causing screams to come from the rest of the people in line and caused Rory to roll his eyes.
As the man demanded everyone get on the ground then went on in a rant about everyone getting down or killing everyone or something, Rory had blocked him out. "If this makes me miss Tosh.0 I'm gonna be pissed." He muttered to himself before turning to the French woman behind him, "Welcome to New York, this is the average welcome here." He said with a slight smirk.
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Post by Freya Elensar Ashe on Jul 13, 2010 13:37:29 GMT -5
Freya smiled slightly, happy to have found someone willing to give her directions. She unzipped her backpack, pulling out a piece of paper that held the name of the hotel and other information she needed. "Oh, I'm sorry. It's the-"
Freya stopped, looking up just in time to see the elderly woman get shoved out of the way. Freya would not stand for such rude handling of their elders! With out a word of warning, Freya was crossing to the fallen woman, helping her sit up and asking if she was alright. Then, she turned her attention to the man that had pushed the old woman, glaring darkly at him. How could someone be so heartless?! To purposely harm a defenseless elderly woman?!
But then, everyone was screaming, the hoodies were off and she found her attention drawn to the weaponry attached to the men's torsos. Hmph. A robbery? She just had to stumble on a bank robbery on her first day in New York? Tari would have to wait a little longer then expected, it would seem...
Crouching on the ground, helping to hold up this elderly woman, she just kept glaring at these men, anger suddenly pulsing through her veins. She didn't do anything though. It would be a bad idea to get involve. Stay out of America's affairs, give them no reason to restrict mutant activities anymore...
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Post by Rory Ashe on Jul 13, 2010 14:01:00 GMT -5
Rory watched as the French woman rushed to the aid of the old lady, and couldn't help but notice the dark glare she gave the men with guns. Interesting, compassion, fury, and bravery all in about five seconds. Bravery or stupidity, time would tell perhaps. As the rest of the people in line got on the ground with their hands behind their head, the French girl and Rory stood out as the two that weren't lying down.
The man who had pushed the old woman down began walking over to the Freya, "Did I say you could help her? GET ON YOUR STOMACH!" He yelled, but Rory couldn't see what he did next as another of the four men began approaching him. "Are you deaf? Get down!" He said angrily as he approached Rory, lifting a shotgun up as he walked.
One of the other two men began shooting out the cameras with a silenced assualt rifle, the sound of the gunshots still echoing around the room though. The last of the four men was walking back to the security room to remove the security footage, these men obviously knew what they were doing.
Even better than that though, they were removing all opportunities for someone other than the people in this room to view what was going to happen next. Whether they knew it or not, that was bad for them. "Ay, I am a bit hard of hearing..." Rory said, sticking a finger in his ear as if cleaning it out. "What did ye say?" He was biding his time, letting the man get closer before he would act.
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Post by Freya Elensar Ashe on Jul 13, 2010 14:26:22 GMT -5
Oh, was Freya mad now. Her gaze wandered a bit, noticing that all possible means of being found out were being disposed of. So.... They didn't want anyone to know what happened in here? Good. Perhaps she'd be able to handle the situation with out making mutant affairs worse in this country.
Freya, gave the elderly woman a warm, comforting smile. "Don't worry. They will not harm you. Just close your eyes until I tell you to open them." She didn't bother keeping her voice down, if anything she'd purposely raised it so all the robbers would hear what she said. "They are only desperate men, after all." The woman listened, closing her eyes. Freya smirked, slowly rolling to her feet again.
"What did you say?! GET DOWN!" It was that same man yelling at her again, looking even more furious then before now, a gun in his hands. Good. He might do something stupid in his rage. Freya took a step forward. "How dare you order me about." Heat seemed to radiate off of her words, searing the air in a way that expressed her deep anger. "You, a filthy, uneducated rat, dare try to tell me what to do?" It wasn't just her words anymore. The whole room was getting hot, touching at 80 degrees now, but was slowly rising.
The gun was raised to her now, but Freya didn't care. She just narrowed her eyes, the man suddenly yelping as he dropped the gun, that was glowing a bright red- As if it had been thrown into a raging fire. Then... The gun actually started to melt.
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Post by Rory Ashe on Jul 13, 2010 14:59:55 GMT -5
Out of the corner of his eyes Rory watched one of the robbers approach the French girl. He was more focused on the man with a shotgun pointed at him though, generally when a person has a gun pointed at you they tend to take the priority. He was still quickly approaching Rory, the fury in his eyes was obvious, he was intending to hurt the poor Irishman. Soon the man had the end of the gun only inches from Rory's face.
"Get down or I'll blow off your fu-" A sudden yelp caused the robber to jerk his head over to his friend, Rory however wasn't so easily distracted. With an almost unnatural speed, his left hand grabbed the end of the barrel and pushed it away. Just as the robber turned to look back at him, his right hand balled up into a fist and caught the robber square on the jaw.
The man staggered and let go of the shotgun. Rory, still holding onto the barrel, then slammed the gun backwards which caused the butt of the gun to crash into the robbers throat. As the robber reached up to grab his throat, Rory kicked him in the side of his knee, causing him to spin into a kneeling position in front of Rory. At which point, Rory switched the gun to his right hand, and wrapped his left around the robber's throat, pinning his hands to his throat and giving Rory a human shield.
"Let's hope yer buddies like ye." Rory whispered to the man. Holding the shotgun up in front of them. When he glanced over at the French woman he saw the robber who had attacked her holding his hand and his gun was on the floor... Melting? "Yer a... Mutant?" Rory said with a raised brow, he assumed she was considering the sudden heat from the room was coming from her and she was standing in front of the robber and his melted gun. Unless it was the old lady doing it, in which case she just got some serious respect from him.
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Post by Freya Elensar Ashe on Jul 13, 2010 15:19:19 GMT -5
Freya didn't care that she was attracting all of the robber's attentions. They were only human, they couldn't do anything to her. The man who had thought to threaten her was on the ground now, staring up into the face of a furious Freya, a fire burning in her eyes. "Imbeciles..."
Her gaze flickered to the fist fight, little interest in her eyes as she 'hmph'ed, brushing her hair off her shoulders. And then, the Irish man was speaking to her again, and she smiled softly. She knew how prejudiced this country could be. "Yes. I am. And I will not let these pathetic men harm a single one of these people." She turned her attention to the other man, who had been shooting out the cameras, who was now approaching her with a shaky grip on his gun. Hmph, he was so afraid after such a small display?
The room temperature had reached 90 now, sweat starting to show on people's face, except for Freya's. "Are you sure you want to do that?" She was speaking to the robber with the gun pointed at her. The first one, who had ordered her about moved to run away, catching Freya's attention once again. "Who said you could go?" Flames suddenly burst into existence, surrounding the running man. She didn't let the flames hurt him though, but they did lick at him, threatening to engulf him if he did anything stupid.
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Post by Rory Ashe on Jul 13, 2010 15:40:19 GMT -5
Yes. I am. And I will not let these pathetic men harm a single one of these people. Rory raised a brow as she said this. Quite the noble person she was, perhaps there was a bit of decency left in this world. Heaven knows it had been a long time since Rory was noble. "Well, that makes two of us... I mean, two of us that are not going to let them hurt anyone... I'm not a mutant." He quickly blurted out the last part, he was trying to make her think he was a human, but realized it just made him sound like he was prejudiced against mutants.
As she caused fires to rage around the two men she was fighting, though it looked more like she was toying with them in Rory's opinion, a movement out of the corner of his eye caught his attention. The man who had been in the security room was trying to flank he and the French woman.
Rory spun himself (and his human shield) towards the robber, and he fired his newly acquired shotgun at the robbers legs. Because he was only holding the shotgun with one hand, there was little to stop the recoil from the gun, which was why he was holding it in front of his meatbags stomach. The man who he shot hit the ground, screaming in pain as the pellets pierced his legs, and the man Rory was holding grunted in pain as the shotgun slammed into his stomach. Oh, how Rory missed hurting people.
Apparently the robber on the floor wanted more punishment because through his pain he began reaching for the sub-machine gun he had dropped. Rory cocked the shotgun and fired again, this time at the robbers hand. He was far enough away that the shot didn't completely blow off his hand, but screaming in pain the man rolled into the fetal position; the man Rory was holding grunting in pain again as the shotgun slammed into him again.
Rory gripped the man he was holding tighter, crushing the man's own hands against his throat and cutting off his oxygen. "So, where ye from lass?" Rory asked calmly, as if he and the woman weren't in a battle and Rory wasn't trying to crush a mans throat.
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Post by Freya Elensar Ashe on Jul 13, 2010 16:29:48 GMT -5
Freya was toying with him, some flames breaking off to surround the other man as well. She handled two, he handled two. Seemed only fair. But, as he said, he was only human... Most human men would have some difficulty fighting off two men at once. Of course one was already.... disposed of.
She watched as the Irish man handled the rest, using the robbers' weapons against them, smirking a little. Served them right, coming into a bank such as this, expecting the job to be easy. "You can let go of him, if you want." Flames were licking about Freya's figure, ready to race out and surround the third man that was in a head hold.
"France. You would not know the name of the town, though, I am afraid." She paused. "And you are from Ireland, but have lived here for some time. You're accent is faint."
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Post by Rory Ashe on Jul 13, 2010 16:52:52 GMT -5
Rory shook his head a little when she said he could let the man go. Instead, he tightened his grip and leaned back a little, crushing the mans throat more, and picking him up of the ground. It was a slightly impressive feat for a human, if it were a human doing it that is. Rory just hoped she would assume he simply worked out. After a few moments the man began to stop struggling and slowly went limp, at which point Rory let go and the man collapsed into a heap on the ground; unconscious.
Explaining how he was able to pick the man up so easily wouldn't be too hard to explain to her if she asked, explaining how he was able to easily disarm the man and use the shotgun as if he had done so all his life would be a bit harder. So instead, he hoped to change the subject away from any possible questions.
"France, eh? I figured, what with that pretty little accent ya got." He said, as he began taking apart the shotgun so it could no longer be used. Again, he did it just out of instinct and didn't give second thought to what she would think. "Ay, right on both counts, lass." He said as he wiped his brow, suddenly realizing just how hot it was. "I, uh, don't suppose ye could turn down the heat a little?" Admittedly, Rory had been in much hotter enviroments than this, but that didn't mean it was comfortable.
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Post by Freya Elensar Ashe on Jul 13, 2010 17:01:25 GMT -5
Freya just watched as the Irish man rendered the man in his grip unconscious. She didn't think much of it, she wasn't one to notice physical strength of men often, why should she start now. The flame 'circles' around the other men had tightened, making it near impossible for either men to move more then an inch with out getting burned by the flames. It was almost cruel, but it would keep the men away from the defenseless humans.
Freya's attention had been moved elsewhere, focusing on the weapons the men had brought, and melting them into puddles of liquefied metal. Now the weapons would never be used for destruction again.
She smiled softly at the 'sort of' flirt. "Why thank you." She didn't have much more of a reaction though, kneeling down by the elderly woman and helping her sit up. "You can open your eyes now." Her voice was soft, bare of all malice again. When the Irish man mentioned the heat, she blinked. "I'm sorry. I do it with out even realizing it most the time." The temperature went back to normal, almost in the blink of an eye. There was one thing for certain with all her 'multitasking', Freya was very powerful.
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Post by Rory Ashe on Jul 13, 2010 17:26:07 GMT -5
Rory looked on in slight awe as she melted all of their weapons, encircled the last two robbers in flames, and spoke to him at the same time. He had seen plenty of powerful mutants before, even killed quite a few back in his old life, but there was no mistaking that she had quite a bit of control over her powers and was likely quite poweful herself. Personally though, he hated fire. Burning to death was one of the worst ways to go, he knew from experiance.
When she thanked him Rory thought for a moment, he hadn't even realized he did flirt with her if only a little. That was unusual for him, normally he didn't care about someone enough to give them a second glance. Not like it really mattered though, he shook the feeling and walked towards the French girl and the old lady.
"Thank ye, it was getting a bit warm, for my tastes." He said, glancing around the room. There were burn marks all across the floor, sparks were still coming out of the destroyed cameras, and bullet holes marked the wall where he had been shooting at the robber. All in all it wasn't too bad, "Well, that was fun... Names Rory" He said, holding at a hand to the French woman. "So, something tells me you've done this before." He said, referring to how easily she took care of the robbers and that none of the fighting really seemed to bother her.
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