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Post by Achtung Katie™ on May 3, 2009 19:21:21 GMT -5
Kat twisted her hand out of his grip, sighing, "Get out." She had waaaay bigger things to deal with.
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Post by marauder on May 3, 2009 19:25:08 GMT -5
"I've been observing your squad from a distance. I want to help. I assumed with security terminated, any operations you conducted would be easier. I was trying to assist." In his own psychotic way. "Please let go."
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Post by Achtung Katie™ on May 3, 2009 19:32:35 GMT -5
"Get out." Please, "We don't need help, thanks."
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Post by marauder on May 3, 2009 19:43:15 GMT -5
"..."Cutlass looks like a puppy that just got kicked now.
I'll give him this, he knows how to be manipulative...for normal women, at least.
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Post by Achtung Katie™ on May 3, 2009 19:47:48 GMT -5
"Puppy dog eyes don't work on me, kid." Kat was not amused. In fact, she was growing steadily more annoyed, "We really, really, really don't need any more help." Really.
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Post by marauder on May 3, 2009 19:57:10 GMT -5
"Well, I honestly have nothing better to do. You're stuck with me, either way. I can be useful." Cutlass sounds more intent than he normally does.
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Post by Achtung Katie™ on May 3, 2009 20:06:43 GMT -5
Kat rubbed her forehead, "Look, kid, that's all fine and good." Who knows, maybe he'd make good canon fodder for Mephisto, "But you're really, really in over your head. And we really don't have time to look after you." As fun as that might be.
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Post by marauder on May 3, 2009 20:08:24 GMT -5
"I can handle myself. Just let me go and I'll show you." Cutlass grins a bit. "Spending most of my life being trained to be a cybernetic special ops operative by a megacorporation tends to help."
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Post by Achtung Katie™ on May 3, 2009 20:13:35 GMT -5
"No." Just...just no.
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Post by marauder on May 3, 2009 20:14:12 GMT -5
She's got him by the hands, right?
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Post by Achtung Katie™ on May 3, 2009 20:23:01 GMT -5
Not anymore. Kat sighed again, rubbing her forehead, muttering under her breath. Boo. Where was Assassin when you needed him? Jerk.
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Post by marauder on May 3, 2009 20:27:27 GMT -5
Cutlass drops to the floor, and then latches his right hand onto Kat's ankle, pressing his fingertips into it. His left hand wraps around it, trying to stay on when she attempts to remove him. One...two...three...
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Post by Achtung Katie™ on May 3, 2009 20:43:03 GMT -5
Kat used her other foot to stomp on his face, "Let go of me." Ugh, honestly.
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Post by marauder on May 3, 2009 20:44:48 GMT -5
He doesn't let go. Four...five. Kat might immediately feel lightheaded to the point where she falls to the ground. He pumped her full of enough of the stun serum to knock out a full-grown bull elephant seventeen times over.
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Post by Achtung Katie™ on May 3, 2009 20:58:51 GMT -5
Kat twisted her ankle violently out of his grip before she fell, snarling.
Well, there goes any chance of Cutlass ever being involved ever. Good job~
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Post by marauder on May 3, 2009 21:11:42 GMT -5
Oh, great. Yeah.
Sure. Screw it, he'll go work for Mephisto.
"I'm telling you, having me on your side is a good idea. You're getting lightheaded, right? That's just ONE thing I can do."
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Post by Achtung Katie™ on May 3, 2009 21:20:06 GMT -5
Well he's pissed her off now, there's not a damn thing he can say that'll make her listen. "Get out." Before she stands back up and decides she likes her claws better when they're embedded in his face.
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Post by marauder on May 3, 2009 21:21:33 GMT -5
Cutlass settles for jumping out the window. "You'll regret it."
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Post by Achtung Katie™ on May 3, 2009 21:23:58 GMT -5
"Not if I get my hands on you first." Ohhh lordy, now she needs a cigarette.
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Post by marauder on May 3, 2009 21:39:41 GMT -5
Cutlass is long gone by now, back at his warehouse...or about halfway there.
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