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</a><b>Paradise City - Mark</b><br/>Marcus allowed himself to smile a little, hopeful, as he was allowed to get a bit closer to the blazing vigilante perched atop a car.<br/><br/>When GiGi mentioned that she just burned off her clothes on the regular before, the youthful reporter gave an empathic smile and commented<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(97, 189, 109)">"Wardrobe malfunction by spontaneous combustion does sound like a waste of money and a right bother to clean up."</span>He did not cuss, that time, given that he was in front of many people and had to keep a modicum of decorum. Unlike a certain man who had no inhibitions and, as such, had his erection at the ready.<br/><br/>Mark seemed to be satisfied as it looked like his curiosity was slaked for the time being:<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(97, 189, 109)">"That is very good to hear!"</span>That was his reply in regards to GiGi mentioning that she had a lot of steam to vent- by way of dealing with monsters. But there was, obviously, the more lewd connotations. And speaking of lewd, the blonde reporter smiled brighter and replied with a twinge of flirtatiousness:<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(97, 189, 109)">"Please, call me Mark. And that's a secret I could divulge in a private interview, if you'd like."</span>How in-depth such an endeavor would be could vary: it was up to GiGi, clearly.<br/><br/>In the crowd, a murmur went through the rows of mostly the guys that had gotten together: some frat boys were nudging each other in the ribs with their elbows, wiggling their eyebrows and gesturing with nods of their heads, some having whispered back-and-forths along the lines of 'lets go, dont be a pussy', 'we wont get another chance' and 'stuff her hotpocket, knawadimsayin?'. Some were more outspoken, even yelling out<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(226, 80, 65)">"NO TAKEBACKS!"</span>or<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(226, 80, 65)">"WOO! PARTY!"</span>and<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(226, 80, 65)">"FUCK YEAH, LETSGO!"</span><br/><br/>The two burly guys that had yelled out that last exclamation fist bumped each other and grinned like schoolboys that just got dismissed from class before summer holidays. It goes without saying that, while everything was being said and happening, the two dudes in the car that GiGi was sitting on had taken a picture from their PoV for future use and were, like the vast majority of men present, pitching sizeable tents.<br/><br/><a class="link link--internal" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/threads/118819/#post-2936007">
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</a><b>Shredder</b><br/>Sei emptied the clip on three of the four guys that had stayed within the meeting room and did not have the presence of mind to disarm. Two of them had the good idea of ducking into cover, but since it was mostly empty seats, the bullets perforated the plastic and pillow-y seating material of the furniture and hit the bulletproof vests the assailants had under their tactical gear. While some bullets hit shoulders and grazed legs and thighs, none of the injuries Sei inflicted with her firearm were enough to kill in the next quarter hour; this was all coincidental, as Sei did not care whether they lived or died- all she aimed to do was efficiently take them down before they could put her out of commission.<br/><br/>The fourth foe that was stunned by the grenade and did not think to use a person as a human shield was the one closest to the cyborg: the worst position to be in, as she would soon be able to testify. Shredder ducked and sprinted his way, shedding a smoke grenade between herself and her target: there were no obstacles there, so she just had to get in close while the enemies were still disoriented. Just before the smokescreen could really get going, Shredder engaged her heat vision and noticed two silhouettes of heat coming from her side, at just ten metres of distance: normally, firing an automatic or burst weapon that is not a pistol one-handed is not a great idea because of the recoil, but that enemy did so anyway, forcing the cyborg to lift her right arm up to shield her neck and jaw with her arm. A couple of the wildly-fired projectiles did hit her, but one was stopped by her metal limb and the other hit her shoulder, where it left an ugly scratch on her ware.<br/><br/>Despite the threat that hostile posed, Sei did not hesitate to take the guy she was already targeting out of commission, by grabbing both of his arms at bicep-height and giving a determined, painful tug down. Both arms dislocated at the shoulder, eliciting a shrill scream, before the metal legs of the cyborg lifted her left foot in a swift kick to the enemy's shin shattering it like it was made of chalk.<br/><br/>Turning to face the hostage-taker that had shot her in the arm, Sei noticed that there was a smaller heat silhouette there, now, which violently shook and then was grabbed by yet another assailant and violently pushed to the floor.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(247, 218, 100)">"<b>SURRENDER, NOW!</b>"</span>Her voicechanger pumped out at max volume at the last attacker. As she spoke and immediately after, Sei's mind raced to think of a way to keep the last enemy off the hostages and the best way to dispatch them.