Rooftop Reuinion

[alasdair]

Violence, aye, this was what he most hated and now things where going like hurracain for the Half Irish Half Scottish Colossus. Yet the spectacular he had been seeing was quite a sight and the information he was obtaining was beyond what he had expected, Revelation, another power gang growing, the puzzle was begging to make sense for Alasdair Waldgrave, the 6.5ft Titan just stood there near the edge of one of the points of the rook and since everything had began he had witnessed everything, Alasdair hadn't chosen sides yet the way Revelation was getting their memeber was absolutely astonishing and effectively, something he didn't expect from a gang or anything yet their mission yet didn't have any appeal to him, his black garb moved thru the air as well as his short spiked hair, as he looked at the now almost unconcious Watcher on the ground, Alasdair began to walk towards where the two Horsemen and the brand new member of Revelation where.

OOC: Point Taken I think this is more than enought for the sake of not confusing ourselfs.

[traytaine]

OOC: I invoke the right to beat your ass. And also to ignore much of your post, in the interests of making things smooth without you editing. You made too many assumptions. So, here's the result. Have fun. Mae, your up.

Traytaine groaned as he felt the body in front of him drop, his arm was against the bastards mouth, and he was pretty sure what was next. He always made mistakes. And he was frustrated by it. His back hit the ground, his eyes were still looking forward, and saw that Conner was charging forward. He pushed himself flat and watched as above him the Watchers face was smashed in by a full charge knee strike.

As Conner had his fun with the Watcher, Traytaine merely stood up and began to brush off his ass. Throughly pissed off. He looked over his shoulder at the scene as he began to turn, and Conner's grin wasn't helping Traytaine's attitude. Walk on off to the stairwell door. Your only ten feet off. Or closer to the edge of the roof, I'm pretty sure that would kill you. The sound came vaguely from the direction of the door, as though it had echoed up through the cracks of the door.

Above the door a figure stood on top of the stairwell door. Hey look, an outlet, lets hurt him instead. The voice didn't come from the figure. The stairwell was still talking to him. Well, at least he agreed with it for once. Traytaine walked forward, shoved Conner out of the way none too politely, and grabbed the watcher by the legs. And Walked sideways toward the doorway. No doubt everyone was confused by now, but the figure had just jumped down from above the door. And more importantly was in range now.

When he was roughly the distance of twelve feet. Roughly twice the height of the Watcher. And began to move in a circle, hearing the figure fall against the roof, and was spinning the Watcher in the air. Now there was two choices. He could head toward the edge of the roof, and throw him off the edge. Good choice. But, there was also the fact that this figure was his source of anger. Or at least his target of it. The watcher was released, flailing in a circle, and aimed toward the bastard figure.

[Mae-Lim]

Mae-Lim took a look at the newcomer, her eyes lowering in an annoyed way. Wonderful, someone else to come and join the party. 'Sadly, this is VIP only.' she thought, bringing down the radio from her ear and letting her hand drop to her side. She didn't care much for him and by the looks of it, he'd soon have his hands full.

'This is the second time I've witnessed our gang trick in knew members.' she thought, almost in amusement. 'Keep this up and our gang members won't like us very much...'

Feeling a tad safer, Mae-Lim had started to walk in closer to everyone else, still clutching to the radio as though it were the most important thing in the world to her. Her eyes looked over everyone before she crossed her arms and shifted her eyes onto Conner for good.
"Are we done here?" she asked gently, sighing somewhat. She wasn't sure if the Watcher was down and out since she paid little attention to him, but as things were all looked well.

"You know there's no way we can get away with this. I'd also rather not stick around for any more of them to show up."
She tilted her head and brought up her hand with the radio, motioning for Conner to take it but holding it firmly enough so that should anyone else try to grab it, she wouldn't let go of it so easily, if at all.

[Conner]

Conner frowned, the Watcher falling unconcious before he could even process his latest taunt. For security, these guys seemed to be more hype than anything, but then again it had been two against one, and each of them fought dirty. Conner would just have to be patient and not screw things up before the time was right.

A newcomer made his presence known, which for now Conner ignored, thanks to Tray pushing him out of his way. At first, he thought he was just going to beat the hell out of the unconcious Watcher for throwing him, but it seemed Tray had a bigger idea. One that amused Conner, causing him to simply watch what would become of it.

As the body was thrown, Mae-Lim walked over to Conner. He gave her a brief glance as she did so, quickly turning back to see what would happen next. Mae then spoke up, forcing Conner to think yet again. As she offered him the radio, Conner shook his head, waving his hand in front of her in a short motion.

"Keep it. I was about to say yeah, that our work was done here. But, you're right. There's no way we'd get away with this. Sure, we know there's no backup right now, but eventually they'll go looking when he doesn't show up to the next staff meeting or whatever they do. For now though Mae, just kick back and relax."

Conner left it at that, allowing Mae to ask more questions if she wished. However, there wasn't a whole lot to do at this point but wait. It was time to see if Tray was indeed the tough guy he acted like. If so, great, it would make the next part of the plan go by much quicker. If not, Conner would once again have to clean things up by his lonesome.

[alasdair]

Alasdair's eyes tensed at the body that was now coming towards him, his eyes just kept themselves on the target, the Half Irish Half Scottish Colossus, let his schoolbag go and as the body came towards him he closed his eyes, as he took air "Ahhhhhhh..." was the only sound that came from the Colossus. The body was moving fast and considering the damage that had been done to it, it was full weight coming towards him yet...

His legs opened and prepared himself for the upcoming body evading it will just make it go to die and what the school didn't required now was a death body and to make it worse a Watcher, repercussion there would be far worse than anything that had been done till now yet Alasdair will at least try to save this Watcher or better said his enemy, <Ironical...> he thought <Bloody Principle's ye have.> As the body impacted towards Alasdair yet his hands where more than ready and with the precision of a doctor he grabbed the Watcher's hand yet this wouldn't stop his movement, Alasdair pivoted to his side letting the body get past him, as the body was about the level of Alasdair he grabbed him by the stomach as if it was a sac and using the impulse the throw had given the body he moved around with it, pivoting constantly with his feet, till the impulse stopped and there was no movement left on the throw, soon Alasdair had the Watcher in his arms as he began to put it down on the floor slowly, while he was on the floor he checked his pulse, not death. Checked his ribs, 3 to 2 broken ribs and well his brain was another completely different matter, that last hit from Conner could have definetely give this Watcher comma.

[traytaine]

Traytaine, after throwing the body, straightened himself and regained his sense of balance. And get read of the spinning sensation. "Hate being fuckin' dizzy." By the time he regained balance he was already making a light jog forward.

The Watcher had been caught, and the figure was now bent over him. He cared about the wrong thing. And he was gullible. Too bad for him. Traytaine came up behind him, while the figure was checking the body, and send a strong kne blow to the back of the figures head.

OOC: I'm full out of creativity at this point. *sigh*

[Mae-Lim]

(Yeah I'm just rambling here~)

Mae-Lim's hand was forced to go back down to her side, still clutching the radio as Conner refused to take it back. Oh well, looked like she would be stuck with this thing until she gave it to Seth. She looked up at the taller man as he spoke to her, making her sigh internally as she was 'dismissed' in a way. Sit back and relax? Was he kidding? How was she supposed to relax when she was on a roof holding the radio of a Watcher, whom, was down and out! Not to mention the ex-convict she was associated with seemed more then happy to keep the baton.

Unfortunately, there wasn't much the asian could do, she had to admit, at this time. So, her eyes lowered into an apathetic gaze, har arms crossed and she gave a quick "Tch." in response before turning away. "Whatever."
Blunt as that was, Mae-Lim was simply getting a little annoyed with...well, everything. There wasn't anything specific to blame but the whole feeling of the area.

She slowly began to move towards the railing, her long, white skirt flowing back gracefully with every step. That's what happened when skirts were made from such light material, a single move could send it dancing about as though the wind had picked up. Perhaps that's what Mae-Lim liked about it though. Enough about that, to the railing!

Mae had stopped inches away from it before turning on her heels and looking towards Conner and the others. Today was a "Waiting is boring" day, and that meant Mae-Lim would be getting a little restless. She kept her calm, though she did fidget from one foot to the other, re-arranging the standing pose she was in every few seconds. Were they going to do something, though? Oh wait she'd just remembered now.

She looked towards the newcomer and the new recruit. She'd almost forgotten someone else had come onto the roof and suddenly she had felt an odd urge to smack him around herself. Of course, she wouldn't, but still the thought lingered and she blamed it on the fact she was so 'energetic' today. To relieve herself of the stress she felt, she began to walk about on the roof, going into different directions with no set destination. 'Finish Quickly.'

[Conner]

The newcomer had successfully kept both himself and the Watcher from any damage on the throw. While impressive to a point, it was terribly stupid. The Watcher was already beat to hell, that last hit Conner gave him giving him a terrible, terrible concussion if not putting him into a coma. The big guy should of just let the guy fall, not risking his own neck. From the looks of it, he was going to get knocked out. That's what you get for playing hero.

As Conner watched, Mae-Lim began to pout. Conner's attention was brought back to his colleague, her mood making him feel like he had to do something to entertain her. He followed the girl back to the railing, taking a spot next to her as he put his right arm around the girl as he spoke.

"Fine, fine. How's about a bit of plotting to keep your evil ass entertained?" Conner paused, taking his gaze off Mae-Lim and back to the other two as he'd continue talking.

"If we left things the way they are, we would be screwed. However, that Watcher won't be waking up for a long, long time. Even if he does, his memory would likely be way too fuzzy to exactly point out the one that did this. You see that new guy? Well, whether he takes him down or I have to myself, he just saved our ass. Once he down for the count, the three of us are going to get the hell out of here, leaving that guy behind with the Watcher. Back up arrives, they have someone to blame. We get out of this with our new toys and one less Watcher."

Conner kept his voice low, probably causing Mae to strain herself to hear at some points. Tray and Alasdair would be unable to hear any of this, even if they had time to focus in on it. Conner turned his head back towards Mae a brief second, a proud smirk accross his face.

[alasdair]

Alasdair had been checking the Watcher when he heard the un-coming footsteps of the attacker, he just took some air and sighted, he was in no mood for fighting, in fact he was expecting for them to leave yet it seemed the laddie here wasn't one to be left without something to punch, as he just eyed lightly looking at the uncoming knee towards his back, as he just tensed his feet a little, as the knee was coming closer Alasdair prepared himself.

When he knew that his attacker was now incoming even more, he literally springed up, as he just pivoted to the left out of Traytaine's way letting him pass by his side yet Alasdair wasn't planning to even let Traytaine get close to the body as he tensed his left arm hard enought and with an open palm he literally smashed it towards Traytaine nose using Traytaine's already moving force and his strenght to make him back aff, break his nose or just blackout depending on how the punch went, as he made his move he only spoke up "Fuck aff." he said coldly.

[Conner]

(OOC: Already talked to Tray, my control and skipping him is permitted since he's away for a bit.)

Conner didn't wait for any response from Mae before he pushed himself off the railing, making his way towards the new fight. The big guy had amazingly dodged the cheap shot by Tray, throwing his own strike at him. Tray easily deflected it, taking a step back as he did so. However, at this point, Conner would have briskly walked the few yards over.

He came from behind Alasdair, swinging his already extended baton down at the back of his head. By just throwing an attack himself, Alasdair wouldn't be able to react to seperate things at once, not to mention he wouldn't have the focus to hear Conner merely walk up behind him.

Chances were, this 'hero' would be knocked unconcious by Conner's cheap shot before Tray's deflection would even register.

[alasdair]

Alasdair was quite suprise to see Traytaine block his punch with so little time to even act from both parties it was rather amazing he had pulled it off, the punch would let him blind for at least a couple of seconds, the requirement of both of his hands to block will leave his vision near to "0", Alasdair would have taken more action towards Traytaine if the "champion" hadn't take action, the blond haired man had began his run as soon as Alasdair had began his punch, as Alasdair had given the punch he was right behind him, he didn't expect this to be exact but what could he do, as he caught a glimpse of the baton and the soon incoming hit to his head.

Alasdair mind began to calculate his possibilites, this was no sparing some one will end on the floor and with a few more bruises than normal as well he wanted to keep them here until the Watchers either arrived or the went away. As the baton began to take its course Alasdair tensed his feet muscles and launched himself towards Conner crashing into him, at the same time the hand that had hitted Traytaine had re-sprung back and now Alasdair's elbow went straight towards Conner either his head, torax or hand, the punch was blind it had no direction, the only mission was to stop the baton from coming into him or at least make him loose strenght, as he said once again "Ah'll repeat meself. Fuck Aff." he said seriously and cold enought for both Conner and Traytaine hear him.

[Conner]

(OOC: Firstly, I wasn't too far behind you when the punch was thrown. Secondly, I did my best to make sense of your move in a way that wouldn't be totally reality bending on your part.)

The new guy had suprisingly been able to see out the back of his head, or something close enough to it, as Alasdair pre-empted Conner's baton strike, exploding backwards towards the Horseman of War. He was taken off guard, but thankfully it wouldn't take anything complex to deal with it.

Conner pivoted on his left foot, bringing his right behind him. It was like a door opening up, and as Alasdair pushed himself back, Conner would stomp out his left foot to the side, kicking the back of Alasdair's knee. At the same time, Conner's left hand went to his head, grabbing hair and tugging back and down. Where the head went, the body followed. Thanks to Alasdair's own backwards momentum, in addition to the kickout of the knee, the hair pull would just be overkill for tugging him downward.

As he was pulled downward, Conner would smash his right hand inward, striking with the butt of the baton in a hammer strike to the top of Alasdair's head, putting this one down for the count.