Rufio (i_cancrow) wrote in we_coexist, @ 2012-01-17 22:26:00 |
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Entry tags: | rufio, zoe washburne |
Bats and Pans
It had been a quiet night. Rufio was up in the rafters, staring through a small hole in the ceiling at the stars. He couldn't fly anymore, the pixie dust had worn off, but he wasn't so upset about it. There were fun enough things on the ground. All he was really worried about would be if he saw Megan flying up somewhere and he wouldn't be able to catch up to her.
It was late, far too late for anybody regular and boring to be around when he heard something happening in the back, in the cold room with the carts and moving boxes. He'd painted over some the 'LO' and 'G' letters and dubbed that region of the warehouse "ADIN BAY", but in truth he never really went back there. Just set a few of traps; nets and paint bombs and a few nasty spring traps that were so well hidden Rufio sometimes forgot where they were, and didn't like to go back there without being able to float.
There were big metal doors separating that from his painted, festive piece of Neverland, but right inside the doors of his home the traps were dense it was impossible to make it through without setting off something, by land or by air, and each one was meant to disorient the victim. Once you fell in one even if you managed to free yourself you'd most likely walk straight into another.
And now there were sounds back there... loud sounds. Harsh sounds. Metal on metal and the big doors were shaking. The Pan crawled over through the rafters, hand going to his sword and a grin stretching across his face when he heard loud cursing.
"Fuck it, man, this shit stings!" a whiny voice said.
"Quit whining, it's just colored dust. This place was abandoned overnight, you know that means there's gotta be something of value in there," another lower, meaner voice snarled. The banging on Rufio's doors got louder, and the boy got up, turning out the lights and running to watch, still grinning. They'd finally found him. The pirates were here, on his turf, and he'd have a lot of fun showing them the err of their ways.
Suddenly there was a snapping sound and then the doors were shoved open. Seven men, big and dressed in black busted through, the leader easily the biggest and holding the crowbar that had been used to pry open the doors. They had their own flashlights and some empty duffle bags, and all but one covered in paint dust immediately set on the warehouse.
And immediately fell into the traps. In a matter of seconds it was complete chaos, traps both dangerous and mauling and playful and harmless were going off everywhere, firecrackers exploding like land mines and liquid and powdered paint being flung or dropped in all directions.
Though the mayhem Rufio grabbed a rope and swung down, letting out his rooster's crow as his golden blade flashed. He descended on the leader with intent, and had to respect the other, because instead of panicking like his croonies the crook turned and immediately met the golden blade with his crow bar. He landed on the ground, ignoring the chaos around him and striking at the big man, who glared and immediately struck back. He didn't have form or style like Hook, but he knew something about fighting, Rufio could tell.
It was only a matter of time before screaming indicated the nets and ropes were being well utilized, and a soft moaning that probably had something to do with the bigger firecracker bomb to the stomach. The others were probably fighting their way out of the other traps, but Rufio paid them no mind. He had to focus and to have their Captain dead in moments, then he'd worry about the others who'd be trying to circle around his back.
He struck at the big gangster again and again, sparks erupting where iron met gold, and he jumped to the side to avoid a swipe from the big thug. He was having some difficulty accounting for the inches he'd gained recently, and although he knew he was stronger, his frame was a bit bigger too, and suddenly it was a lot more noticeable in the first real duel he'd had since he started to grow up. Maybe then, it shouldn't have been any surprise when one of the gang members got the drop on him, exploding out of nowhere with a baseball bat, catching Rufio in the ribs. He reacted, leaping to the side, but not fast enough to escape all of the impact. He hit the floor hard and rolled, winded, his sword skating out of his hand and across the concrete floor.
The guy who'd hit him was wheezing, obviously just having got himself out of a trap, dropped back as the leader looked to his side and hit the control for the main lights, turning on Rufio's array of christmas nets that lit the whole storage room fully and then smirking as he looked down at the youth, then lifted the crow bar. Rufio glared at his opponent, but he wasn't worried. He'd missed a trap by centimeters on his roll, but before the thug could get to him he'd cross the tripwire and get a face full of fireworks for his effort. Then Rufio could get his sword back and kill them all.