o2

[fulmination]

Who: Ratchet (last_lombax) & Kimblee (fulmination)
When: Backdated to August 31st/Wrath Day
Where: Throughout Vatheon/Lower district
Style: I'll follow!
Status: Closed



The last few days have been a bit of a gamble with Kimblee. When he had heard about the curses, this wasn't quite what he had in mind. Fai was right, though; watching the reactions of those within the city was proving to be entertaining even if he wasn't feeling quite 'himself' on the fifth day. Not even ten minutes ago the alchemist had snapped at a young man simply doing his job at the coffee shop he was at earlier, and after apologizing he left to clear his head somewhere else.

There were still quite a few places within the city itself that he hadn't fully explored and memorized yet, so it was understandable that he'd be found wandering around by the hotels and warehouses.

Comments

[last_lombax]

"You heard me!" Ratchet stalked across the street. In truth Ratchet was much shorter than Alister, almost about half the Elder's height. He also didn't have the muscle mass but there was rage in those eyes. This guy needed one hell of a talking to and a wrench to the kneecap if you asked Ratchet.

"I have a bone to pick with you!"

[fulmination]

So that's what it was about. Kimblee studied Ratchet for a few moments before he folded his arms over his chest and sighed. Heinkel, Alister, and now this one... He really didn't have much luck with feline chimeras, did he?

"Do you, now?" He could humor him, at least.

[last_lombax]

"Damn straight I do! You tried to blow up my friends face! You took his ear!" The Lombax walked up and stopped in front of Kimblee and looked up at the human.

"You're going to leave him alone, you understand?"

[fulmination]

"Your friend must have neglected to tell you that he tried to take my head off with a wrench," he leaned back a bit to retain his own personal space, though his tone was quickly losing its friendliness. "You're acting like he was, actually."

[last_lombax]

"What? Like a beast?! I get he tried to attack you. You destroyed his wrench. Then you blew his face off! If you ask me, that's escalating beyond what was needed?!"

[fulmination]

"He attempted to use what was left of it to go after my throat. I believe he neglected to tell you the whole story, Mister Lombax." He paused and unfolded his arms to tuck his hands into his pockets. "Tell me, if someone were to come after you when you were already injured and weak, would you sit back and choose to not defend yourself?"

[last_lombax]

"Of course I'd defend myself. That doesn't mean I'd try to kill them. And I wouldn't antagonize them after the fact. You leave him alone or you'll have to deal with me. Get it?" The smaller lombax let out a growl and cracked his knuckles.

[fulmination]

"I could have killed him if I truly wanted to. You are aware that the laws of death no longer apply in this city, correct?" Perhaps he should have killed the elder Lombax when he had the chance, but it was actually interesting to gauge the reactions of other foreigners. How many would care? How many would brush it off as a part of life?

[last_lombax]

"I don't care if the laws of death don't apply. Dying is still painful, even if it isn't permanent. And are you aware I could kill you right now if I wanted to? I've got enough weapons on me to arm a small army. Don't. Push. Me."

[fulmination]

Oh, that earned a small grin. "Did it ever occur to you that I could do the exact same? Honestly, I'm surprised your friend didn't tell you everything."

[last_lombax]

"He told me about your little trick. And I think I'm sure I know how to get around it." Ratchet stood tall and met Kimblee's eyes. "Question is, do you want to find out which one of us is going to walk away if we do this?"

[fulmination]

"Do you, now? I think I'd like to hear it." Despite how light his tone was, his eyes conveyed nothing of the sort. This could get messy and frankly, Kimblee was perfectly fine with that. "But I believe you should be asking yourself that question, Lombax. Do you want to find out who walks away? Do you want to b held responsible for the lives of the natives here?"

[last_lombax]

"I'm not falling for that one. As for the responsibility, I've fought plenty of times in cities bigger and more populated than this. What about you? I've seen you playing the gentleman most of the time. You sure you want to risk everyone seeing just how fight happy I bet you are?"

[fulmination]

"Smart boy, I like that. However between you and I, I'm a bit more inclined to believe that you're the 'fight happy' one. I was merely minding my own business!"

The alchemist offered a harmless smile. "It's your call. I've fought in a city with a larger population myself but I didn't have any issue with it; I was doing my job as a soldier back then."

[last_lombax]

"I think that's enough talk." Ratchet moved his hand to his belt and out of seemingly nowhere his Constructo Pistol appeared. He spun it around on his finger and leveled it at Kimblee. "Don't you?"

[fulmination]

Now a light frown crossed Kimblee's face and with a soft sigh he lifted a hand to pinch the bridge of his nose. It wasn't that long ago that the Drachmans did something similar.

"So you're going to shoot me, is that it?"

[last_lombax]

"That depends on you. You wanna fight or are you going to swear to leave Alister alone. Those are your choices." Ratchet kept his eyes on Kimblee though they moved from the man's face to his hands and back.

[fulmination]

"Why are you here demanding these things when he could have came himself? I must admit that you're much braver than he seems to be."

A pause as he considers the two options.

"Unless he chooses to come forward himself, I'll have to respectfully refuse."

[last_lombax]

Ratchet growled at the insinuation. He pulled the trigger and energy began to gather in the barrel as the gun charged. "Is that your final answer?"

[fulmination]

While the weapon charged, Kimblee took the small window of opportunity to clap his hands together. It could have been considered a normal gesture if it weren't for the crackle of bright blue erupting from his palms and around his hands. He wasn't as agile as he once was, but he's fairly confident that he could distance himself from the Lombax to avoid any serious injury--hopefully, anyway.

"Let's get this over with, shall we?"

[last_lombax]

"Yeah, lets!" Ratchet sprang into a standing backwards flip. When his feet hit the ground he fired his shot, aiming at those clapped together hands of Kimblee's.

[fulmination]

It's only out of sheer luck that Kimblee manages to throw himself out of the way in the nick of time to press his hands onto the ground as soon as he stops moving, the street detonating in front of him to kick up a cloud of dust and rubble. Avoiding that gunfire was his top priority--if the technology within Alister's wrench was any indication, these weapons are more than capable of doing some serious damage to him.

[last_lombax]

Serious damage was what Ratchet was all about. Of course, unlike Alister, he had multiple. He jumped back away from the flying debris and dust. He couldn't see into it well and waiting for it to settle wasn't an option. He needed to smoke out his enemy. He moved his gun to his belt and it vanished into the Materializer. In his hands now was a much better weapon; The Judicator.

This wasn't some pistol, oh no. It was a fully functioning rocket launcher. He fired the first shot and three missiles flew from the gun. One went in a straight line into the smoke while the other two moved right and left at thirty degrees. If this didn't get the guy running, nothing would.