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Post by cadeyrncassidy on Feb 17, 2012 21:04:51 GMT -5
Standing in the middle of the city, he had been trying to gather more supplies for building his house, but that got interrupted. Standing in the middle of the street, he was standing in the group of a bunch of Epispect employees, being the victor of that battle. The group ran with their tails between their legs, and he offered to help the person they attacked up. He sent them on their way, standing there, with blood on his fists, but he managed to not kill a single one of them.
"The lot of them weren't worth a baby warrior, pathetic excuses," he commented, picking up his bag of things. He would never let the company full of murderers have their way. He would stop as much of their actions as he could, he didn't care if it made him a target. Slinging the bag over his shoulder he walked down the street, not even trying to conceal himself.
He had no reason to fear anyone from Epispect, and he'd be damned if he'd let any of those bastards walk off without some form of punishment.
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Post by pasha on Feb 17, 2012 23:13:40 GMT -5
Watch the end from dying eyes
Now the dark is taking over A mug of coffee, still freshly steaming, sat on the table, it’s handle facing his hand. It was awfully early for any regular civilian, he supposed, but he’d already started his day at the crack of dawn. And, as the lead trainer for the Epispect dispatch units, his troops had begrudgingly gotten up with him and started their training. Morning warmups were over, and after that was assignments. Pasha had a stack of assignments on the desk in his office as thick as the length of his arm, and a new batch arrived every morning. He was to dole these out and those that were considered too difficult, he’d hand over to the higher ranks or, if asked, would complete himself. Today was no such day though, and he sat in the large chair that was practically a throne in his office, contently reading the newspaper as he sipped away at the coffee. He found his mind wandering to this and that when he saw a certain news story, a certain combination of words reminding him of other things before he refocused on the ink and the symbols they made. He wondered how his nephew was doing, and decided he should probably give him a call later. A small article by some PhD on mental illness reminded him briefly of Conrad, before putting that to the back of his mind. And how was his sister? Not that he didn’t get news on that daily, with her living next door and everything. Peace never lasted long, he’d learned in his multitude of years in the army, as well as here. ”...come in.” He didn’t even glance up from his paper, looking disinterested as ever as two of his men walked in looking worse for wear, to say the least. After a couple of protests, panicky descriptions and finally an approximate location, he dismissed the two to lick their wounds and was left to himself again. So he soon found his afternoon preoccupied by hunting down a rogue man that was tall enough to identify even with his own height, that had beaten on a few of his lowest recruits. After walking down a side street and emerging in the square, he undoubtedly spotted him. He was tall; taller than Pasha, which was definitely saying something. Adjusting his tie, a polite tone to his voice, he tapped on the man’s shoulder. ”Excuse me, sir?” Businesslike in tone. ”I’ve been receiving recent reports that you’ve been... harassing my troops.”Show me where forever dies
Take the truth and run to heaven
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Post by cadeyrncassidy on Feb 18, 2012 0:51:52 GMT -5
He'd manage to get a bit down the street, though the gossip seemed to be following him. A giant of a man that stood against Epispect, and sent their people running after a beating. Of course, the rumors would likely bring trouble, but Cade wasn't the type to hide from that. After a few moments, there was someone tapping his shoulder, not a big problem since he had no issue talking with people. However, the words that came from the man, immediately incited the hatred for Epispect that he held within him.
Dropping the bag, he moved behind the person, placing his arms around the man's waist and using his body to lift the man and slam him back on the ground. Standing once more himself, he pointed at the man that approached him, "I only harass scumbags that think it's alright to go about murdering people." The tone of his voice revealed just how much he loathed the company and their underhanded tactics, and blatant disregard for life.
"I hope you feel proud to be an accomplice to murder," he spat, normally Cade was a lot more reserved, but if there was one thing that sparked his violent side, it was Epispect and their people. Snorting, he turned to walk away once more, figuring the guy would get the hint that as long as he was with Epispect, he should not mess with Cadeyrn.
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Post by pasha on Feb 18, 2012 17:26:00 GMT -5
Watch the end from dying eyes
Now the dark is taking over The man who’d apparently been harassing his troops was distinct, to say the least. He was very tall, brown haired and to most, possibly intimidating. To Pasha, he was perhaps another irate civilian that needed to be talked down, or calmed, or something of that nature. The man wasn’t specifically talented when it came to human relations, but he was practiced enough to know reactions and causes and effects. But Pasha wasn’t on extreme guard, and he just managed to look behind him when the man moved when suddenly, he felt himself being grabbed around the waist. Immediately, he grabbed for whatever he could, training kicking in perfectly. However, it wasn’t until he felt his shoulders hit the ground with a thud, immediately bracing down and rolling back sturdily onto his feet did he feel that this was bound to escalate. Murder wasn’t something Pasha did; he trained the troops and hunters and that was that. He was a man of the military, and after his sister found out he was sick, she had flipped every table in the house and the neighbour’s out of anger. Forcing him to go to Epispect was a blow to his pride enough, let alone having to trade training those incompetent but overly confident bastards in trade for his cure. Pasha dusted off his uniform jacket, deadly calm despite being attacked mere moments earlier. A few passerby stared, gawking at the other man walked away from him, possible death in both their eyes. Pasha was trained far better than knee-jerk reaction though, and decided that a few more words would be exchanged before he broke this pompous brat’s nose. ”Sir, I will ask you one more time to stop harassing my troops. If I get more reports, action must be taken.”Show me where forever dies
Take the truth and run to heaven
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Post by cadeyrncassidy on Feb 24, 2012 15:46:56 GMT -5
He didn't care how hurt the guy was, or if he was angry, right now he was not in the mood to be messed with. As he was walking away, the guy commented about leaving his subordinates alone or that he would get involved. Turning, there was a dangerous look about Cade's eyes as he stared back at the man, "You think that scares me? I don't give a damn, if you or your subordinates continue to try murdering people, I will stop them." Turning his back, he lifted the bag and began to walk once more.
Punk bastard was trying to threaten Cade, he didn't give a damn about who he was, if he wanted to fight he better bring his full game. Right now, the Manectric gijinka was ready to put some viking style hurting on anyone that cross his path. He had plenty of anger to keep venting on Epispect as a whole, he didn't care who stood in his way.
Especially if he decided to use what he carried with him as well, then he could do some serious damage.
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Post by pasha on Feb 28, 2012 21:02:40 GMT -5
Watch the end from dying eyes
Now the dark is taking over The tension was thick enough to slice through as the two glared at each other; Pasha was unused to the height difference not being in his favour, but he met the man’s gaze as easily as he did anyone else’s. He was very used to being in complete control, and this was no different. He had his bearings together, recovering very easily from the previous attack, and there wasn’t even a hint of a flinch yet. But the man seemed to have pride of his own, turning his back and walking away from him once more. He could’ve snarled right then and there had he been younger, with less self control. Instead, he opted for a different route to get him to understand. There was only a faint blur where he stood, disappearing from the spot as he used Agility, upping his speed and reappearing in front of the tall man and standing like he’d been there all along. ”I do not wish to harm you, but you don’t leave me much choice with that attitude of yours.” One last chance. Show me where forever dies
Take the truth and run to heaven
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Post by cadeyrncassidy on Mar 15, 2012 16:09:58 GMT -5
It seemed that this guy would just not get the hint to leave him alone that easily. "Yeah, well, I was born with this attitude. So, if you don't like it then you can kiss my ass, Sunshine," his expression remained the same. He really could care less if this guy didn't like his attitude, he didn't care for theirs either, but he was sure they would continue. From his back, he took off the viking-style war hammer, letting it knock against the ground. The fact that this guy was sturdy enough to get up after a suplex, told him he was more than likely not on the level of ordinary. That was fine though, it meant that he would get to let loose, especially since this guy seemed to be something of a warrior himself.
He was already tired of this guy's shit, they weren't going to come to an agreement, so it was time to settle this old school. Stepping forward, he wasn't going to wait for this guy to make the first move, as a wave of electricity burst from his body in the form of his Thunder Wave. He then moved forward, his teeth igniting with intensely burning flames, as he used his Fire Fang. Hopefully, if he couldn't paralyze this fool, he could burn him and make things in his favor.
That was, of course, assuming that either of them even worked against this bastard. He had no idea what he was fighting against, so the best method for him was to go all out.
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