ataxia (insurge) wrote in immune_ic, @ 2012-04-03 17:24:00 |
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Entry tags: | # 2012 [04] april, charlie h., elliot, evan |
WHO: Ataxia and Evan (posted in one comment to save time), Eli, Charlie
WHAT: Kicking the asses and taking the names. A.k.a. the Ellis infiltration.
WHERE: Ellis Island.
WHEN: April 8th, 2019, nighttime.
RATING: Medium/high for language/violence.
STATUS: In progress.
It was either respectable or insane. Ataxia watched from his seat, arms crossed at his chest as his men and women held off the three obvious ringleaders of this half-assed attempt at an invasion, an amused grin on his face as he heard the sounds of knives hitting knives, shots missing... telltale sounds of battle that definitely got the blood pumping. Something in his gut had told him that this would happen. The government's little peons wouldn't sit idly by and ignore an attack on one of their precious little sanctuaries without some kind of retaliation, after all. And the fact that three of those little peons managed to get this far? Managed to infiltrate his safe domain? It was almost worthy of respect.
Almost, anyway. He'd be impressed if they succeeded.
Ataxia didn't know two of the three. The short girl who was making a stand against his two best guards was quite impressive. If she managed to survive? Ataxia decided that she would be a brilliant new addition to his crew. The unfamiliar man with the French sounding voice was quite skilled with his knives. He'd have been another welcome addition.
The third person, however? Ataxia definitely recognized him. Little Prince Charming from Liberty Island was all grown up, with a crossbow strapped to his back and he was using knives like he'd known how to all along. A wicked, evil smirk crossed Ataxia's face as he cracked his knuckles. Well wasn't this a delicious new angle to things? He'd sat back and watched long enough. Prince Charming had survived, and he wanted a rematch, did he? Well, Ataxia didn't want to disappoint. He reached to his hip and gathered his baton, stepping toward the skirmish between the suddenly-more-agile Prince Charming and Ataxia's two best underlings. Two months ago, he'd have been dead nine times over. Clearly he'd been practicing.
"Soren, to the Frenchman. Tallis, to the woman. Don't let them get killed. I've got plans for these three," he commanded loud enough for everyone in the room to hear, watching as his children took defensive maneuvers and then separated to go to who Ataxia had commanded them to. Flicking his wrist and extending the baton, the size of the wicked smile on his face grew. "You've been practicing, I see," he said to the young man. Casually. Like it was just a conversation between a pair of old friends. "Looking forward to this?"
Stepping into fighting stance, he shrugged an eyebrow and spoke in a level tone. "I'll make it quick. Try not to disappoint me like your buddies are disappointing my men out there," he spoke loudly enough for all three of them to hear once more.