Feb 16 19:19:10 106 PA
From Chronicles
And along came Jax, running flat out across the air strip. He's a fast kid, but still nowhere near as fast as the juicer chasing him. "Fuck off!" Yells Jax, making a B-Line for the distant figure of the horse (the only familiar thing in sight). Neither have weapons, and those with good eyesight will see that both bear marks of heavy hand to hand combat.
Sebastien forks a hand out, deadpanning. "Polearm." As it's passed into his hand, he grabs Sara's saddle, leaping up to throw a leg over her back. He should have gained the weapon second, but it doesn't seem to phase the knight. He was born to ride Sara. To ride her hard and long. Walking, he is only half a man. The centaur-like amalgamation of steel and flesh that is the knight complete starts at a trot, gaining speed as he blasts quickly past the girls and tilts low. Letting that blade spin over his head as he approaches the fallen star with a bestial roar ripping from low in his throat. Which target he intends to run down is uncertain. He'd side with the guy he knows. Right?
The juicer, who is wearing ripped up jeans and a wife beater, covered by a leather bomber jacket, is closing in on Jax FAST. He notices the charging horse and rider first, but doesn't break his stride (yet). "Fuck off man, this ain't your fight!" He yells at the knight. Jax doesn't say anything, most of his breath being used by his legs as he runs. He does keep an eye on the knight however, wondering if the man is planning to murder the juicer.
If one is to arrive anywhere, one might as well do so with a bit of pomp and circumstance. A few feet above (gratefully) unoccupied macadam stretched between hangar and the strip itself, a radiant blue-white spot forms. Within a matter of seconds, it grows in size and itensity. A darker shadow appears at its center before it expends its existence in a sudden flash. The aftermath is naught but a man, blinking away his own sparkling afterimages. Leonard then takes stock of his surroundings, not entirely pleased. "Close... but at least it wasn't /above/ the concrete..."
A brief flash of light of his own, and Sebastien's airborne off Sara's back. His body arcs in a broad flip, at least thirty feet high and a hundred feet long, feet high in the air as he goes head-over heels even as Sara runs along below. Landing in a low stance, the jet pack in his ancient plate still whining a high-pitched tune, the young knight twists his blade and fails to key the vibro-blade. Leaving it an ordinary weapon as he remains steadfast in the path of the charging pair. His steed catches up a moment later, skidding on hind legs to paw at the air with inhuman accuracy, well before Sebastien stands to meet the charge. One and rises to lower his visor, pig-nosed faceguard inhuman and angular while his weapon whirls high overhead in sure, steady hands. "Leave now or die, creation of man!" he calls at the juicer, leveling the blade. Boy means business. Or he's been reading too may comic books.
The hyper alert Juicer notices not only the arrival of the wizard, but also the swift winter rabbit that is spooked from nearby stand of brush, fleeing from the sound of the rocket pack. He stops quickly and executes several rapid backflips to remain out of range of the knight. "Fuck you man, what the fuck is this to you! I only want him!" He points at Jax, who raises his hands. "I told you to leave it alone." Jax says calmly. "I don't want to hurt you, and I'm not gonna sit around and let you kick my ass." The juicer fingers both men, but takes a slow step backwards. If he had armor, he'd kicks ass, but he's still got at least 2 years of life left. The flying knight and his horse made an impression.
Of all the odd things one might expect to see when bouncing between worlds... Leonard blinks again as he looks to the yelling, curiosity drawing his booted steps towards the trio, two of which are at least vaguely familiar. He holds his tongue for now, as, even armored for his little jaunt, he has no immediate desire to aggravate anyone waving large weapons around, hyped up computer-controlled stimulants, or the like.
Sebastien says nothing more. He just walks forward, slowly, that blade slowly turning in sure, gauntleted hands. Dark, alien helmet revealing no emotion. No fear, nor hesitation. That wicked-looking blade just keeps spinning until Jaxain is past, at which point Sebastien ends in an easy stance, weapon forward. Obvious energy weapon end pointed vaguely in the direction of the juicer, though his hands are nowhere near the trigger. The knight waits, motionless, as his steed slowly circles at a good distance, to join up with the actor behind him.
Jaxain is silent, not knowing what, if anything, he can say to make the situation less potentially deadly. The Juicer just glares at the knight, then at Jax. A moment later a slow smile spreads across his face. "I'mma fucking find you, punk. Don't think this shit is over." He points at Jax, but at the last moment his finger trails over the still form of the knight as well. MDC vs SDC is a bad bet, no matter how hopped up on drugs you are. He takes off in a slow jog, giving the wizard a passing glare just for the hell of it as well. Moments later, he is off at a full run, moving the speed of a car on the highway.
"Should I even ask what THAT was about?..." Leonard's question follows both the Juicer's glare and his departure from earshot. He looks between the other two, brows arching in additional inquiry.
"Sebastien think the juicer had honest grief," the young knight grunts. He whistles low, shaking his hand back and forth in the air, and raises three fingers. His horse goes trotting after the juicer, her armor jingling merrily in the mid-afternoon gloom after the juicer. Sebastien turns on the heels of his feet, drawing the weapon into a low stance to eye Jaxain. "And what is it that you said about his mother?" he wonders, in what might be an innocent question. "Or was his sister really that good in the sack?"
Jaxain rolls his eyes, "Hey, thanks for that. He's gods damned persistant. Glad you didn't kill him." he shrugs, not yet explaining exactly what happened. Looking at Leo, he says, "Nothing special, just a juice bag who wants to kick my ass." He says, as if that isn't such a rare thing... He is covered in bruises, but none of them look like they will last more than a day or ... five. Meanwhile, the juicer quickly outpaces the horse, vanishing into the city from whence he came.
Leonard rolls his shoulders and shakes his head in bemusement. "I suppose they don't take boredom well..." A smirk follows, "and would be easy to provoke. Not that I would choose to do it."
The young knight gives a low nod, almost a bow. "I do make it a point to not kill those wo fail to press the issue," he speaks solemnly. "Though a person who has already chosen the slow death, I wonder..." he gives a full-body shiver, and shrugs at the end. He points at Leonard with a gauntleted hand. "You. I remember you. You fought the undead last week. Is it that you have any form of extra sensory perception?" he lets the question hang out there in left field, ignoring Jaxain for the moment.
Jaxain nods, shrugging again and looking slightly embarrased. He is obviously avoiding speaking about the 'juicer incident' unless pressed. Glad for a change of topic, he snaps his finger. "Yeah! I saw you there I think. Do you know anything about the elf?"
Leonard looks between the two once more as the questions are now direction at him. His head shakes in the negative. "I only know what I witnessed that morning. If had any precognition, I would have likely chosen a different time to enter the city."
Sebastien lets loose a derisive noise as he sees Sara trotting back, head held low. "Funny," he notes quietly. "I would think a true precognitive, or perhaps a true Man, would come just when he is needed most?" His visored gaze turns to the Leonard, one gauntleted hand reaching up to run along Sara's long snout as she draws near. It's OK. They're fast. His pig-nosed helmet bumps her snout, and he climbs back into the saddle. "Well. If you can think of something, perhaps we may redeem your delinquency, non? Come and see me. Sebastien Dubois." He offers the pair a low bow, or as low as Sara will let him, before heeling the orse back towards the gates.
Jaxain looks back at the area where the juicer entered the city, then at the departing knight. Get thee to a holy place, get thee to a place of many people! "Um, I'd probably better get going too." he says quickly to the mage. "It was great to see you again, man. Names Jax. Look me up if you magic up some clues." And with that, he starts jogging back into the city, aiming to enter in a different part than one might expect, were one a juicer hunting a martial artist.
"Or arrive early to be prepared..." Leonard's reply is likely lost as the knight departs, and intentionally so. "If I learn anything, I'm sure it will be quickly shared." The reply to Jax is more intended to be heard, and accompanied by a nod.
