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Post by Morgan Flynn on Sept 10, 2014 3:01:00 GMT
((THIS THREAD IS OPEN - if you are not originally part of it but want to be to either be a victim ANYWHERE in it, or even NPC a guard or some shit, or help or fight against any of the events going on here please join in and write this with us =) I want this to be as fun as we can make it lol 'AIGHT THE REST OF YOU LISTEN UP I GOT YOU SOME DAMN INSTRUCTIONS NOW AND AGAIN HERE so like, you know, pay attention and keep organized. Know where your character is. We have a distraction event as well as the bank attack itself. Oíche is being volunteered by Morgan to be the distraction and everyone else will be part of the bank attack itself. Everyone is required to be dressed up as something, in some kind of costume for the event - excluding Paddy and Sonny who won't be anywhere out in the open for the events. If your character wasn't mentioned for a specific role to play during the heist feel free to have them speak up and ask about it, keep in mind that though Morgan's put together the plan it really is up to how you guys help execute it that changes things.)) "Ladies and gentlemen, I expect perfection and nothing less from this today! Today we fund our future and our very existence as we finally rise above and come back to crush a crippled Dust Collection Agency! Today we are all hands on deck. I need your individual skills and quirky personalities to pull us through like some hilarious sitcom except people get shot during it and as long as it's not us, it's fine. Shoot them all! Men and women get in your way, just give them a delightful nudge with your bullets. Children get in the way just throw them down the stairs or something, I don't know. Just get rid of everyone in the way!" Morgan started off this meeting with an interesting introduction, pacing about in what very well may have been the most flamboyant of outfits he'd ever worn during a heist. They gathered early in Paddy's club at around two o'clock in the afternoon, the entire team being briefed on what plan he'd concocted for this whole scheme to go down. As he paced he eyed up everyone to ensure they'd followed his instructions for this and took good note of who was who and where they were. Dee sat with her legs crossed on top of one of the bar tables, purring amusedly to herself as how fittingly she'd worn her typical black outfit and added a light black mask overtop, painting in some white cat whiskers and even added a tail for visual's sake. If nothing else it was at least obvious she sought to match Morgan, as flashy as his hot pink and black outfit with booty shorts and yes, he did indeed decide to stuff the chest to achieve a 'gifted bust'. Felicity's skin was painted green and half-assed details to look like her skin was ripping were added, she wore some old tattered suit jacket and tore some holes in her pants - she was fearsome before but now that she was a green, zombie-like monster she was far more terrifying than usual. Albatross actually forgot about the outfits until an hour before the meeting, having torn through his childrens' costume trunk and coming out with a slightly too small hot dog outfit to wear - he wore a long-sleeved black shirt and black pants underneath so it wasn't too noticeable, aside from this hot dog was now carrying around a large rifle over its shoulder. Paddy and Sonny didn't bother to dress up for the occasion - Paddy was providing men for the job and making money in this club and Sonny was to be watching from the bank's recently hacked security cameras and keeping in contact with Neveena to ensure the whole thing went smoothly - he'd watch from his apartment while she was his contact from the inside of the operation. "Now because I don't want to be asked stupid questions listen up the first time! Oíche, your role for today is to get out and hold a bus hostage. Make it dramatic, make it amazing, punch a few people in the face--or all of them, I don't care--all as long as you can create the biggest distraction you possibly can and not get caught in the process. Paddy's got a handful of men for you to take along with you, they will help and are under your command for the operation. Try to hold this distraction for as long as you can, we want the whole city to be watching! Shortly after that starts ringing alarms in the town, the other handful of paid help will be with the rest of you at the bank itself. Dee will get you in, Neveena will be in contact with Sonny the whole time and the two of them will work on overriding the security cameras - Edgar, take out the guards in the only way you know how. You know, with the bees. Throw all of the bees at them. The moment the bees are released and you've weakened security, Felicity will charge the doors and you'll all rush in. Albatross guards the doors, the hired help knocks down the civilians and dispose of all the 'heroes' that arise - or just shoot everyone that moves, that works too. Keep some alive because even with Oíche's distraction elsewhere we won't be completely immune to the police's adequate-at-best watchful eye - sadly hostages are only good if they're alive but we don't need them after we've gotten the haul. Once the bank's been charged, Neveena, Dee, and Edgar gather the haul and get it in the trucks out the back - firefight your way out, lose the cops, let me know when you've gotten in safe territory. If you need help let Sonny or Neveena know. Questions?"
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Post by Hoch Kreatur on Sept 10, 2014 3:26:22 GMT
This was the stupidest thing Hoch had ever seen Morgan do. Not the heist of course, as crazy as it was it was well planned enough to perhaps work. No, Hoch found the costumes laughable and the fact he had to participate in this was even more crazy. Hoch sat dressed in a fury costume of what was a raccoon, he even had the dark mask painted around his eyes. He couldn't wait to get it off.
"Everything seems in order..." Hoch said with a light nod. Truth was though, he found no pleasure in the craziness of it all, he was terribly nervous actually and could barely sit still. Mostly because today was the day he would kidnap Morgan's kids and get them out of the city... while securing the proper funds. It was a greatly complicated plan that made Hoch's head hurt to even think about.
He picked up his glass of water and lightly sipped it, focusing all his mental strength to keep his hands from shaking. "It's gonna get pretty complicated, no doubt, but I think we can pull it off."
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Post by Edgar Absolt on Sept 10, 2014 22:36:00 GMT
"Why so glum? You missing out on a furry party, ya freak?" Edgar said in his amazing costume. The box around his waist and crotch, he was very careful with touching it held all of the bees we would be using for this missing. Now they were sedated with smoke, but when they get out, they will be piss. "Release the bees to take out the guards. Got you, Ma'am." He said with a slight chuckle.
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Post by Morgan Flynn on Sept 17, 2014 19:07:05 GMT
"You think so, Hoch?" Morgan could hardly be taken seriously in the pink and black go-go dancer outfit he was wearing but nevertheless he at least sounded intimidating, "I'm surprised, normally you have something to add. You know, something that doesn't sound right or something we should particularly be paying attention to. Have you gotten braver since we've last spoken? You certainly seem more tired."
Not that Morgan was entirely suspicious of Hoch's behaviour, he really was just more surprised that the Minor didn't have something to add to the plan though he noted that things were usually said between the two of them and not in front of the entire group like they were here now.
Not feeling the need to push it more than that Morgan gave the crew another once-over and noting that there were no other questions so he assumed they understood the plan perfectly. Or so help him they better. He gave a cheery nod to Edgar who was wearing probably the most original costume yet and he approved of it full-heartedly. It was a disguise as well as practical, it was perfect. Morgan had only to stuff his chest area and noted how much it really helped to hide a knife or two in there now. Dress-up should always be done before a heist!
With that, he gave everyone a wave.
"Away with all of you, then! Oíche, get out and do what you do best and I bestow this gift upon you," Morgan announced then as he reached behind his chair and pulled out the bomb vest he had worn to his meeting with Dust not too long ago, "it's still active, use it wisely. And by wise I mean use it to your advantage however you see fit, hahahaaa!"
"Now go! You people follow him, the rest hop into the vans and get ready to strike the bank. Hoch, I hope your bravery has you prepared to be in the firefight today, I need as many people as I can get to hold off security while we clear the place out..."
And with that he shooed everyone off. Time to get to work!
((Generic thugs are dressed as peanuts - ALL PEANUTS. NO CLOWNS OR DOGS HERE. Finalizing teams: Oíche - distraction, taking a handful of peanut!thugs with him and--should he choose to accept it--a bomb vest. Security - Neveena and Dee, Neveena is a hacker so she does as she does best and Dee is an expert lockpicker. De Muscle - Felicity, Hoch, Edgar, Albatross, everyone else I probably missed as well as a large handful of peanut!thugs ready to storm the bank, I will give a clear signal whether Oíche is ready or not. >>; HQ - Sonny is on radio and though I'm dumb and never wrote it in Neveena should be the one who has a connection with him via some bluetooth thing or whatever you want to have on you - he can see the multiple cameras in the building and you I assume know how to take them out.
Morgan is tagging behind for now.
Oíche can begin right now and the others for now if you'd like assume we've already driven within blocks of the bank and are positioning ourselves - I'm leaving this for only 2-3 days and then assuming the distraction is underway.
If any of you players in the thread or not want to just NPC someone for any reason or bring another character in do it--DO IT. HAVE FUN WITH THIS.))
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Post by Neveena Shgenveedo on Sept 17, 2014 22:09:06 GMT
Nevy tapped the ear piece placed in her ear with the tip of her long, manicured nail. The feed responded with that little coxing and the static deadline let her know she was online." Well," She spoke out loud, placing her hands upon her shapely hips and stepped forward. She'd entered the room and slid into the shadows, letting her so called "boss" --but really was starting to look more like a chew toy she used to have. Man, she loved that thing. Too bad she tore in to dust--. She grimed at the sight and wished that if he were to wear something like that, at least have the decency to shave first.
Trying to shake the sight from her mind, her eye instead settled on the others around her. Dee's face was pretty and done up like with makeup paint so much so that it reminded Nevy of a child's party. She wondered if Dee did it herself.
Grinning wickedly, she tugged at the hood over her hair. For irony sake, she wore a little red riding hood outfit, and by outfit she means she stole a black corset from Gen's closet and a pair of leather leggings under a checkered, fluffy skirt. Her cape only went down half her back, but was indeed a real item. A wool fabric with arm holes and a heavy hood, a jacket she wore in the brisk of fall. She found the present of Oiche to be annoying, like a dull inch in the center of her shoulder blades, nestled in that one spot you just cannot reach. But like Morgan's hairy legs, she brushed it aside. "What are waiting for? "
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Post by Oíche Kassilas on Sept 20, 2014 19:45:42 GMT
Oíche loved doing stuff, one of his favourite stuffs to do was punching people in the face, so being given the liberty to go onto a bus full of people and punch as many as them in the fact as he wanted was quite frankly perfect for him. Also, the fact that he got to dress up as a turkey just made everything even better. When he was handed the bomb vest by Morgan, he did his best to strap the damn thing around his costume, and then turned to the men assigned to him with a wicked smile. "Alright!" He growled. "It's time to go!" With that, he set off with his little group with finding a bus filled with people, getting on, threatening to blow it up and punching a few people in the face. All in all the plan seemed pretty solid, so he was hardly going to complain. It wouldn't take them an awful long to find what they were looking for... Because when Oíche went to do a distraction, he went for the full shabang, Oíche and his little group weren't just heading for a bus, they were heading to an entire bus station. His little gaggle of chicks (as he was referring to them) followed him into the station, where given they were all dressed rather peculiarly, they were instantly challenged by the local security. "What the hell is going on here?!" Asked a security guard as he stepped in front of Oíche, who looked down at the little man with a raised eyebrow. "What does it look like?" He asked. "I'm clearly a turkey, wearing a bomb vest, and I'm here to round up a group of hostages, throw them on a bus and just generally be a dick about the entire thing... And you're in my way..." He placed a hand on the man's shoulder, before greatly increasing it's mass, sending the security guard crumpling to the ground screaming with a dislocated shoulder. Oíche and his chicks stepped around the security guard, and with an all to casual whistle, he stepped towards the crowds that were suddenly trying to get a glimpse of what the hell was going on. At first, Oíche tried to explain. "La-ladies and..." He instantly realized he couldn't be heard over the screams of the guard... There was a momentary sigh before he tried again. "LADIES AND GENTLEMEN. I am your local terrorist turkey, here to cram you all on to a bus and take you somewhere where horrible things are going to happen! As you may notice, I am wearing what one would call a 'vest of explosives' that, my sweets, is that part which turns this turkey into a terrorist turkey. My chicks are now going to guide a group of you onto a bus where we will commence our little journey! Those of you who try to escape from the bus will be punched in the face! Hard. Those of you who make too much noise via screaming or crying will be punched in the face! Hard. Those of you who potentially smell a little bit unusual will be punched in the face! Hard. Finally, those of you who look like they need punching in the face hard, will be punched in the face! Hard. NOW THAT WE'VE GOT THE NICETIES OUT OF THE WAY, LET'S GO ON A BUS JOURNEY, SHALL WE?!"With his piece said, the group herded as many people as they could onto a single bus, trying their hardest to squeeze one more than able, Oíche decided it wasn't worth the trouble and thusly punched them out of one of the bus windows. Placing one of his chicks in the driving seat, he ordered him to take them out onto the most open, populated stretch of road he could find, and then block it with the bus. This was going to be a very, very fun evening.
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Post by Edgar Absolt on Sept 22, 2014 2:03:09 GMT
Edgar got out of the van, and he walked slowly, not stirring the bees so much. He walked slowly inside the bank, and he walked over to writing counter. He got up to the dwarf side of the counter, and started to write down scribbles as he looked over at the other people of the heist. He adjusted the ribbon around his eyes to make sure he wasn't identifiable to the witnesses. The box around his crotch started to buzz a bit, as a few bees were waking up from their slumber. A woman looked over at him, and Edgar smiles as he pulled out a phone, and acted like he was talking to someone.
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Post by Morgan Flynn on Sept 23, 2014 2:48:05 GMT
The distraction team enthusiastically plunged into action..."On it, oh mighty poultry master!" the 'chick' in the driving seat announced loudly and proudly to Oíche, the peanut outfit they were all given to wear providing a bit of difficulty for him as he shifted in his seat to get comfortable. He slammed his foot down on the pedal and ripped down the street, feeling the need to lighten the mood with a little music blaring out of the speakers even if it meant that it only provided some bobbing heads and tapping feet from the other armed peanuts watching over their massive busload of hostages. A nice open space the driver found for Oíche as ordered, turning to him to give his suggestion with a shrug as they approached a highly busy intersection shortly before a bridge that spanned over a river. While the deft hands of Thelotia's greatest thieves prepared their team...Dee hopped around in the alleyways, the heels of her boots remarkably making nothing more than a soft, padding sound as she skipped about light as a feather. She'd studied the first bank of Thelotia for many years, always dreaming and scheming into it but knowing well enough it was a score she could never do alone. Her heat skipped knowing she was finally going to do this and with as every inch of grace of a cat she turned a look to her companion, the lovely Neveena. This made it all the more real, Dee wasn't one for computers and the technological work but working with someone who was was perfect. As far as she was concerned, she and Neveena should be getting the bigger cut out of the haul for getting everyone in. "Don't go directly to the back of the building," Sonny warned Neveena over the radio, "you two have a blind spot on the east side - a small business beside the bank will get you off the ground to get to it. The first camera is situated right by a window - you take care of that camera and get Dee to get you access in through that window." And the citizens suspected not a thing...Edgar was the only one who would have walked in through the front of the bank at the time, mostly because of the awkward stares that he was met with as he walked in. While he was pretending nothing was out of the ordinary the odd person around him waiting in line for the tellers glanced over at him, hearing a buzzing sound that they couldn't quite place and yet they didn't dare ask. Eyes turned away from the dwarf as quickly as they turned to him, everyone around just eagerly waiting for their turn to do their business and get out of his vicinity. A woman before him shifted the weight of her toddler in her arms, the little boy growing restless by the minute with the long lineup. She dropped her cheque book while trying to juggle her baby and purse and made to bend over to grab it while at the same time the large, chunky man behind Edgar tapped his shining, imported shoes. He stood in a dark blue business suit and laughed into his phone, in the middle of a conversation with who knows who. Outside the van pulled into a nearby parking lot and Felicity, Albatross, and a handful of goons shuffled out. Another van was on the opposite side of the building, everyone lining up out of the security's blindspots and waiting for the moment to rush in. The cameras needed to be taken care of first. ((any questions PM me. ^o^))
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Post by Hoch Kreatur on Sept 24, 2014 16:33:33 GMT
Hoch had done his best to get out of the heist but before he even realized it he was packed in the van and driving away. Morgan really did intend for him to die today, didn't he? Why else would he put him in such a dangerous circumstance? So the plan has changed and Hoch would just have to find another way to slip out before things got too dangerous. Easier said then done.
With a small glance towards the towering woman that was Felecity, he gave a light smile in hopes she would take ALL the bullets for him. "So... you look radiant today..." Hoch said lightly as his fingers sent one text after another to Currie trying to tell him he had to move NOW, without him. "Are you wearing a new perfume or something, you smell lovely." Hoch chuckled nervously as everyone stepped out of the van. He admired the city view... he realized it could be the last time he would see it.
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Post by Morgan Flynn on Sept 25, 2014 18:00:06 GMT
But amongst the terror on the bus a hero tries to rise!
"You'll never get away with this!" cried out a passenger on the bus, completely breaking Oíche's rules. At her cry several passengers rose from their spots and started knocking down any of the ridiculous peanut thugs in their way, one even managing to wrestle a rifle out of their hands and pointed it at Oíche.
"Open the damn door and let us out, you lunatic!"
Cars honked all around them as they clogged the intersection. People from outside looking in raised eyebrows as it was obvious there was a lot of confusion and hostility happening on the bus and worried onlookers already began calling in to report it to the Thelotian Police.
The kitty cat eagerly awaits to get inside...
Dee raced herself up upon her perch by the window, impatient enough that she really wanted to just go about her business as usual and bust into the window but knowing she was to wait for Neveena to look after the cameras. For what, though? They were already dressed up and supposed to be unidentifiable, why did they have to go the extra measure? Just seemed like extra work. When she reasoned it out in her head she strongly felt like this was Sonny's stupid idea and not Morgan's. Morgan was a smart man but he wasn't this paranoid.
She curled her back and did a few, how appropriately so, cat-like stretches as she with a wave of her hand ushered Neveena along. Her patience wasn't going to hold out for long, the kitty had claws she wanted to exercise.
Has a weak link been spotted in the bank group?
Once the lady before him had retrieved her cheque book she glanced over to Edgar again, hearing the buzzing sound again. As much as she didn't want to, she did it anyway.
"Are you going to some kind of a costume party or something?" she asked.
While Edgar waited inside for the signal yet, the team outside prepared themselves. Everyone was itching and ready to go, no doubt thinking of what they were going to do with their cut when it finally was in their hands.
Felicity took Hoch's words and thought it weird. Her eyes looked over to him to see he was busy with his phone, doing what she had no idea but the more he went on to flatter her the more suspicious she actually grew. No one complimented this woman. Well, they did, when they were sure she was going to crush their face in with her thumb. What did the Minor have to worry about? He was timid already, she knew, she'd seen this.
Felicity made sure to climb out of the van last. While the other mindless thugs jogged ahead with weapons in hand she waited specifically for the shorter man to climb out and the moment he did she simply reached a hand out and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt to stop him in his place.
"You are scared of something?" she asked simply.
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Post by Edgar Absolt on Sept 28, 2014 1:20:19 GMT
Edgar looked at the lady and gave a nod. "Yep. It's going to be one hell of a party. One that I wouldn't want to miss fer the world." He said as he again kept his back to the camera. He kept doodling and doodling on sheets of paper, just waiting for the sign.
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Post by Hoch Kreatur on Sept 28, 2014 3:21:44 GMT
"Afraid? Nahhh." Afraid of losing my life? Of course I am, but I'm honestly not entirely sure who will be the one that takes my life... He glanced up at Felicty and suddenly imagined the large woman crushing his skull in her hands. An awfully messing thing to do but he could totally see her doing it. As much as she liked to cradle Hoch she was loyal to Morgan, she'd probably kill him if he asked. He took a small step away from her.
"So how are we going to do this? I'm not exactly fit for fighting, I'm afraid the only use I'll be is for amusing the scared children inside the bank." Children just loved to point at him. He never spitted them for it of course, he was a strange creature that wasn't often seen in Thelotia. Of course if one of those little brats tried and grab him THAT'S another story.
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Post by Morgan Flynn on Oct 3, 2014 23:01:50 GMT
IT'S WORKING!
"SIT DOWN!" shouted some of the peanut-dressed thugs and several shots rang out, startling the bus and the area around them all. The person who'd originally tried to threaten Oíche had a shoulder now basically sporting a blown hole in it and that was all it took to get a wave of terrified shrieks all around. As things got more out of control more shots rang out, mostly to silence the people inside of the bus than to hurt anyone. Regardless, it wasn't long before the first police vehicles were on the scene to deal with the hostage situation.
And they're in!
Dee's patience was just about at its end when the okay was good to go for them - with a click, click, click with a few finely-shaped tools she was let in and snuck into a window without detection from the first camera. Sonny worked away at helping them disable the others on the floor she was on but with all the stealth and grace of a cat she managed to slide down to the first floor and wait. The cameras froze in frame, leaving them not long to execute the plan. Those bees of Edgar's needed to be released!
With that message sent through Sonny to the rest of the crew, one of the peanuts walked on into the bank with his hands stuffed in his costume pockets - just creating a more confusing scene now that there was him and a giant bee with a buzzing crotch standing in the middle of the bank line.
"Let 'em go," he whispered to Edgar.
Outside, Felicity just raised an eyebrow at Hoch.
"You are not good at fighting. You should not be here to fight," she spoke gruffly. She picked up on it, she'd seen this before. Even Parker didn't get treated like this because if he had, he'd be dead. Was it a surprise that Felicity predicted as much from the Dwarv Minor? Yes, really. She didn't know what Morgan had for a plan or if he actually planned on the Dwarv Minor coming out of this alive but if she had to guess she would guess no, he didn't. Morgan didn't care about Hoch. In a way she felt bad, he was a very smart man and had been through enough already that she really wanted to offer to let him just run down the alleyway and escape, don't even come in with them but if she did that and Morgan found out it would be trouble. She wasn't scared of Morgan, no, not at all. She could see it in that tiny, scrawny, slimey fuck of a man herself - Morgan Flynn was more scared of her than her of him, it was obvious. If she severed her connections with him though that was money he was no longer providing for her brother's treatments, though, and that was what she wasn't risking to lose even for someone as smart and pathetic in battle as Hoch Kreatur.
She sighed though. There had to be something she could do to try to...make him less likely to die?
"You want you stay behind Felicity," she spoke again, where her voice was rough there was an odd softness to her features as she took some pity on him, "you will die because you are not as good as Felicity is. You shoot, Felicity will punch and break necks. Deal?"
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Post by Hoch Kreatur on Oct 3, 2014 23:14:20 GMT
Hoch gave a weak, worried nod towards Felicity. "That sounds like the best plan I've heard all day." He had felt this type of fear before, being grabbed by the Dust Collection Agency was the most terrifying thing in his life, yet this was a different type of fear... when the Agency had grabbed him Hoch had thought for sure that Morgan would somehow come for him, that he mattered enough for people to risk their life. Yet here he felt no such thing, in fact the very person he once thought as a friend was marching him to his death.
The boring life of home had gotten far more appealing with every passing moment. Was this the price he paid for being 'too ambitious'? Ambition only led to failure, death and the loss of everything you hold dear, the Imperials teach. Many years ago he laughed at those words but now he was wondering if there was some truth to them.
'If I can get through this Morgan's kids will be safe and I'll be as rich as I've ever dreamed. By the Empress, Felicity if you get me through this I'll make you as rich as you could ever want'. Hoch thought to himself as his hands wrapped around the small revolver he had.
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Post by Edgar Absolt on Oct 3, 2014 23:40:33 GMT
Edgar heard the phrase he has been waiting for ever since he put on the box of bees right next to his crotch. He then pulled on his suspenders and said, "It's time for "Bring a shit ton of bees to work" Day!" As he yanked them, the force of pull was greater than needed and his hand flew to the genital area of the man who tapped him on the shoulder, making him fall to the ground in unbearable pain As the suspenders flew off and let the panels fall, and all four sides shattered and released around the number of 4,000 bees. They all were agitated and flew around anyone near that wasn't Edgar and Darcy, the thug who was now on the ground after Edgar back handed his crotch, as Edgar used his magic to manipulate the bees around them, making them attack the security guards, stinging their throats and eyes. "Well there we go!" Edgar said as he played with his bees.
Darcy passed out from the pain, as blood pour from his eyes, and nose.
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