fandomtownies | Team One: West side of town, evening

Artie bounded, bounced, and pranced about, looking for creepy Gentlemen.

Had he a voice, this would have involved a lot of noise making. As it was, it was as though someone had turned the volume down on him.

Becky eyed the very colorful and...bouncy man, her arms crossed around herself and her stride nearly casual.

Her eyes, however, were quite alert.

Weevil followed along, looking around for any strange figures. He also listened for anything that might sound suspicious.

From almost out of nowhere, two gentlemen appeared, floating off the ground. The glided towards the group, but the leaves and grass they passed over didn't move, and they didn't make a sound. One of them waved hello to Weevil.

Weevil spotted the Gentlemen out of the corner of his eye. He tried not be phased by their waving, but he couldn't help feel a bit creeped out.

He glanced at Artie and Becky to let them know they had company.

Becky followed his gaze, spotted the floating...guys...and slowly uncrossed her arms. She still wasn't visibly armed aside from the small handgun at her hip.

If one were watching carefully, her eyes flickered up to the rooftops for a moment before focusing on the approaching Gentlemen again.

Artie waved cheerfully back.

The gentlemen grinned at Artie, delighted by his manners, as well as his strong, healthy beating heart. One reached into his inside coat pocket and pulled out a scalpel, gliding even more quickly towards Artie.

The other stayed back, letting his companion have his fun.

Artie posed proudly as the Gentleman approached. Though if they thought they were going to cut through his shirt, they were likely mistaken.

Now if they had a bowling ball, he might be worried.

The gentleman, knowing nothing of Artie's shirt, advanced on him, scalpel extended, but still grinning.

He inclined his head slightly, impressed by Artie's pose. Still gliding forward, though.

Miho decided this would not do and, from her rooftop vantage point, tossed a throwing swastika straight at the Gentleman's head.

Well. This would Just Not Do. The gentleman turned its head to look up at the roof, giving anyone behind it a view of the swastika embedded in the nape of its neck.

Two footman immediately came from the shadows, sleeves and buckles whistling through the air as they waved their arms in tandem and made their way towards the fire escape.

Weevil aimed the blaster the Troopers gave him right at the head of one of the footmen. Without hesitation, he fired.

Simultaneously, Becky had unholstered the gun at her hip and had rapidly opened fire on the other footman.

She might have been smirking a little.

The footmen's heads exploded in a spray of skin, bone, and brain matter.

The gentlemen decided they had had enough of this disorderly and disreputable conduct and headed towards Efferton Manor, their safe haven. Hopefully the other gentlemen would have had better luck.

Artie put a hand to his brow and posed in a not-un-pointer-like manner and started sneaking after them.

This involved walking on tiptoe with large, exagerated steps.

For a moment, Weevil just kind of stared at Artie...and then decided to follow the Gentlemen as well.

Becky glanced up at Miho and inclined her head towards the others, and shrugged.

Miho leapt down from the roof, landing lightly beside Becky. A falling leaf would make more sound. She shrugged at her ~~BFF~~ coworker and started following the others, not bothering to be particularly sneaky about it.

The gentlemen entered the manor, hurrying into the inner sanctum. They checked to make sure that the box was still intact, which it was.

Anyone trying to follow would find their way blocked by multiple footmen, heading towards them and obscuring the way to the gentlemen.

Artie saw the footmen and with a wordless and soundless bellow, ran straight at them.

Weevil saw the footmen and immediately aimed the blaster at them.

Miho rolled her eyes at Artie as she drew her swords. This should be fun, she thought. She just hoped the others would stay out of her way.

Becky knew to stay out of the way. Which was why she was lingering off to the side as the others engaged the footmen, and sidling along the wall towards the Gentlemen.

If anything came at her, she'd be ready. But she was thinking she'd take advantage of the quiet to be a little stealthy.

One footman was taken down to the ground by Artie's tackle and began to flail at him, buckles and sleeves flying as it struggled.

Two others grinned, if it could be called such, at Weevil and Miho, and both headed towards Weevil, disregarding the small girl as a threat.

None of them noticed Becky slipping past them.

And so she continued to slip past until she was quite close indeed to the floating Gentlemen. As she spied the box, she began to creep towards it.

Artie had his hand on the forehead of one of the footmen ~~modded with permission~~ as it flailed its strait jacketed arms at him.

He seemed to be genuinely enjoying himself.

Weevil aimed the blaster at the footmen heading toward him and quickly fired. It's possible it might have missed one of them.

Miho struck out at the footman Weevil had missed. For a moment, it seemed she had missed, as well, and this was one damned lucky footman.

Then his head fell off.

The gentlemen were unconcerned with the footman that had been shot, the one that had been beheaded (even if they were now thinking of hiring his executioner for future attempts at gathering), or the one that was being tormented by the relentlessly cheerful man in the striped shirt.

They were concerned, however, with the gray girl sneaking in behind them. Almost faster than thought, one pulled a scalpel out and slashed out at the girl.

Becky twisted backwards, but not nearly quickly enough.

The scalpel connected with her stomach, slicing through her shirt and creating a neat, tidy, but definitely deep gash.

She pressed her back against the wall and shut her eyes against the pain, and instead pulled a second gun from inside her jacket and opened fire with both guns on the Gentlemen, keeping her eye on the box.

Seeing one of his team members hurt, Artie's relentless cheerfulness slips a notch and he pushes his way towards her, and incidentally, the box.

Weevil made his way to the Gentlemen and fired at them, intending to distract them from watching the box.

Between the gray girl and the young man both shooting, the Gentlemen were, in fact getting distracted. The blaster shots stung more, so they turned toward the young man. The rear Gentleman took a moment to turn back to the gray girl and hold up a finger as if to shush her gunfire before advancing on Weevil.

The important point was that neither one was watching the box any more.

Artie leaped dramatically forward as he caught sight of the box left unattended and brought his fist down mightily onto it.

It smashed, as a good box should, and as soon as Artie's voice returned, he opened his mouth.

"BAZOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!" he screamed, looking mightily pleased with himself.

The Gentlemen stopped and gazed in horror, covering their ears. And then they realized that their heads hadn't exploded.

Apparently that thing about a princess was a little more literal around here. They continued their advance on Weevil.

Well, that had failed spectacularly. Miho sighed. Honestly, couldn't these people do anything right? Men.

Thinking to herself that this was so undignified, she took a deep breath and shrieked.

This scream worked. The Gentlemen clutched their ears as their heads filled with sound to the breaking point.

And then their heads exploded. It was really quite messy.

And then their bodies fell over. They went thud.

Nothing to see here.

Becky kept shooting into their bodies until she ran out of bullets.

Then one of the troopers came along and grabbed her by the arm.

"I don't wanna go to the fucking clinic," she argued dizzily as she was tugged along, the trooper urging her to go. "Not hurt. Wanna stay here. Byeeeeeee'veryone. Make s're they're deaded!"

If Artie was disappointed that he wasn't a princess, he didn't show it. He posed cheerfully amidst the bodies, with head-goo all over his uniform.

"Indeed! We are . . ." He bounced into another pose. "Triumphant!"

Weevil kicked at one of the bodies. "Yep, they're dead."

Then he almost pouted when one of the troopers made him give up the blaster.

Miho sighed. There hadn't been nearly as much stabbing as she'd like, but she couldn't disagree with the body count. But the troopers probably weren't going to let her kill anything else any time soon, and Becky was going to be a pain in the ass while her wound healed, she just knew it. And it was only a flesh wound.

Team One: West side of town, evening

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