Thanks, trying to set a good mood for a showdown. That was some admirable selling you did by the way. One thing I like about Shootout's powers is that they make it easy for others to sell my attacks (in theory, at least).
Posted. After my standoff with the Shogun, maybe I'll find a way to come to you, DK. Just hang tight, we'll be right over to say hello.
@xxspitfirexx: Hiya, looks like we just posted within two minutes of each other. Is it ok if maaaaaybe I fight you later in the RP, rather than right this second? There's already some people in line for me to kill first...
Desmond had been a busy man; he'd had his finger down on the minigun's trigger for an entire minute and a half. Empty casings piled up around him, endlessly generated by the bullet-spewing box he held in his powerful arms. The recoil, while mitigated by his mysterious suit, was still felt. His teeth rattled with every shot he sent into the tower, randomly blasted out of his uncanny weapon at no target in particular. Given the nature of his curse, accuracy wouldn't be as big a problem for Desmond; bullets would unexpectedly curve into the paths of his victims, but a fortunate one might escape unscathed. Given the ratio of bullets fired to bullets avoided, though, the odds were certainly against anyone unlucky enough to be in that building.
"Tell me sent you...and I'll make this painless."
A single sentence rang out, strong and authoritative. Despite the noise generated by his minigun, Desmond still heard the question, no, the demand that came from behind him. Dropping the death machine that he had been using to deface Conti's tower (and his men), he whipped around, raising his arms to reveal two wrist-mounted weapons. Part of the suit itself, they whirred to life, barrels spinning as the minigun's had. He held his fire, his thumbs on the concealed triggers.
"I could ask the same of you," he grinned, his heavy Scottish brogue breaking the silence that had followed the din of the machine gun and the newcomer's query. "...and match your threat...no, double it. You ever been shot, dearie? Something tells me you have. Y'want to be shot again? I'd be happy to oblige you, if that's what you want. Why don't you just walk away and let me finish destroying this here tower," he said, inclining his head slightly back in the direction of the tower, now missing most of the glass. The streets below were filled with transparent shards. Rain dripped down Desmond's head, droplets collecting on the glowing red eyepiece.
The mechanical marvels that he wore on his wrists continued their rhythmic whirring, waiting for him to press the triggers that would send a potentially limitless stream of metal into the woman that stood before him.
"So...what's it going to be, then? You lookin' to die tonight?"
His fingers twitched dangerously, the muscle memory guiding his actions. Any second now, the silence would be broken, to be replaced with gunshots and screams.
It's very worth mentioning that the OP requests that we stick to the theme, and that is, as I can see it, very street level. Low powersets and characters that would have an interest in the Gothic crime families. All to preserve the feel of the RP. Some will lose direction instantly if a character that doesn't really fit shows up. It's up to you guys to be the judge of that, though.