[ At some point during their wait, Peter had unbuttoned his coat and the waistcoat underneath, allowing him some freedom of movement. When the guards appear in the hallway, he quickly shrugs off the coat and tosses it to the woman with a quick command-- Stay back.
The only good thing about these sorts of parties is that the guards aren't allowed guns of their own, either. It doesn't display the right sort of image. What they are allowed are stun batons, and one of the guards flicks his wrist, extending the baton and showing off the sparking pronged tip. ]
Hate to rush you, Mary Poppins-- but, you know what? No. I'm kinda rushing you. Hurry the hell up.
[ And then Peter and the guards are clashing, Peter dodging to one side as the taller man jabs at him with the baton (Stretch, Peter secretly dubs him). The squatter man (Tiny, Peter decides, though he's only an inch or two shorter Peter) makes a grab for him, catching Peter by the upper arm, and he's rewarded with a headbutt.
Peter was never really trained for fighting, which has only the benefit of making his movements random and unpredictable. Each move is instinctual, and what he lacks in strength (though he's above average for a Terran), he makes up for in speed. He dodges most of the big hits, manages to stay away from the electricity arching between the tips of the stun baton.
-- But then Tiny gets a hold of Peter by his tie and yanks him down, sends him stumbling, and then Stretch is there, stabbing at him with the baton. Peter only just manages to drop completely to the ground before the baton makes contact, rolling away and jumping back to his feet.
That was way too fucking close for comfort, so when Peter calls out-- ]
Merlin!
[ -- you can bet he sounds tense and frustrated. ]
[ And the door slides open, protesting loudly as parts are stripped with the forced movement. Charlie waves the woman through, then turns to the scuffle, hand flying frantically as he casts.
One of the men swings his baton again, only to have it turn on him and swing back suddenly to catch its wielder in the chest. ]
[ Peter takes his cue -- he grabs Tiny by the face and smashes his head into the wall, forceful enough to leave a dent. The guard slumps to the ground, unmoving, and Peter backs up, just as he hears voices further down the hall. No time to catch his breath, then. ]
Oookay, time to go.
[ He grabs Charlie by the elbow and ushers him through the door. ]
[ With the door shut, Peter takes the moment to lean back against the wall, trying to catch his breath. He really wishes he'd worn boots or something. Dress shoes? Totally not meant for fighting in. ]
-- Are you friggin' kidding me? Your girlfriend ditched us?
There's loud banging on the wall behind them, which spurs Peter into motion. He grabs Charlie by the hand and pulls him down the hall. Not like they have much other choice, right? ]
-- By the way, your girlfriend totally just stole my jacket.
[ Peter heaves a sigh as they head further into the hall -- and he seriously has to wonder at the fact that this place has secret passageways to begin with. It must be nice, he muses, being rich. ]
Somewhere down the hall they find a discarded pair of heels- looks like someone decided to run, as well.
There's a door at the end of the hall, letting out into the cool night air, a small clearing in a copse of trees. The lights of the estate are distant- Charlie reckons they're on the far side of the grounds ]
[ Peter is so annoyed. Like, seriously annoyed. Because if he'd had his way, they would've been making-out in the back of a car and celebrating a job well done.
But nooo, he had to end up with the one dude in this part of the galaxy who actually gave a shit. And look where it got them? ]
[ Charlie gives a little nod. Ugh, yeah. Yeah he fucked up.
He darts off in the opposite direction, trying to keep an eye out for a flash of blonde hair. What he does find is a scrap of black fabric caught on some bushes. Well, it's a start.
But then something moves. And then something growls, and Charlie has just enough time to wonder what the hell passes for a guard dog on this planet before something massive and hairless mows him over. The force of the impact is enough to drive the air from his lungs, and too-large paws plant themselves on his shoulders.
It's a small miracle the beast has a collar, because his Stop-Motion Field is the only thing keeping those jaws from his face. ]
[ Apparently the direction Peter chose left nothing to examine but a tool shed (which turned up nothing but little shack filled with gardening tools) and a dead end, so he doubles back to catch up with Charlie.
-- Who is currently pinned down by a Suban. Awesome.
There's apparently some work going in the garden, judging by the open pit nearby and the tools still lying out. Peter grabs at a shovel and whaps the ever-loving hell out of the creature's head. It rolls off with a startled yelp before stumbling away into the darkness.
After that, Peter is at Charlie's side in an instant. ]
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[ At some point during their wait, Peter had unbuttoned his coat and the waistcoat underneath, allowing him some freedom of movement. When the guards appear in the hallway, he quickly shrugs off the coat and tosses it to the woman with a quick command-- Stay back.
The only good thing about these sorts of parties is that the guards aren't allowed guns of their own, either. It doesn't display the right sort of image. What they are allowed are stun batons, and one of the guards flicks his wrist, extending the baton and showing off the sparking pronged tip. ]
Hate to rush you, Mary Poppins-- but, you know what? No. I'm kinda rushing you. Hurry the hell up.
[ And then Peter and the guards are clashing, Peter dodging to one side as the taller man jabs at him with the baton (Stretch, Peter secretly dubs him). The squatter man (Tiny, Peter decides, though he's only an inch or two shorter Peter) makes a grab for him, catching Peter by the upper arm, and he's rewarded with a headbutt.
Peter was never really trained for fighting, which has only the benefit of making his movements random and unpredictable. Each move is instinctual, and what he lacks in strength (though he's above average for a Terran), he makes up for in speed. He dodges most of the big hits, manages to stay away from the electricity arching between the tips of the stun baton.
-- But then Tiny gets a hold of Peter by his tie and yanks him down, sends him stumbling, and then Stretch is there, stabbing at him with the baton. Peter only just manages to drop completely to the ground before the baton makes contact, rolling away and jumping back to his feet.
That was way too fucking close for comfort, so when Peter calls out-- ]
Merlin!
[ -- you can bet he sounds tense and frustrated. ]
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[ And the door slides open, protesting loudly as parts are stripped with the forced movement. Charlie waves the woman through, then turns to the scuffle, hand flying frantically as he casts.
One of the men swings his baton again, only to have it turn on him and swing back suddenly to catch its wielder in the chest. ]
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Oookay, time to go.
[ He grabs Charlie by the elbow and ushers him through the door. ]
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They're gonna have a hell of a time getting that open.
[ It takes him a moment to realize that they're alone in the hallway- the woman is nowhere to be seen. ]
Uh, where did she go?
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-- Are you friggin' kidding me? Your girlfriend ditched us?
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[ Not the time or the place, Charlie... ]
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[ for realz Charlie. u wanna do this now.
There's loud banging on the wall behind them, which spurs Peter into motion. He grabs Charlie by the hand and pulls him down the hall. Not like they have much other choice, right? ]
-- By the way, your girlfriend totally just stole my jacket.
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We don't even know where this thing lets out.
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[ a beat ]
Oh, hey, you uh. You didn't have that little datastick thing in your jacket pocket, did you?
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... Motherfucking--
[ GUESS WHO'S PICKING UP SPEED. ]
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Somewhere down the hall they find a discarded pair of heels- looks like someone decided to run, as well.
There's a door at the end of the hall, letting out into the cool night air, a small clearing in a copse of trees. The lights of the estate are distant- Charlie reckons they're on the far side of the grounds ]
Being barefoot has got to slow her down some.
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But nooo, he had to end up with the one dude in this part of the galaxy who actually gave a shit. And look where it got them? ]
What do you think -- split up?
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[ but before he moves to break away from Peter, he gives him an apologetic look ] Sorry. This is my fault.
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We'll talk about it later.
[ Because they have a job to do, and Peter really liked that coat. Which is why he's darting off in search of it.
And, you know. The woman. Sure. ]
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He darts off in the opposite direction, trying to keep an eye out for a flash of blonde hair. What he does find is a scrap of black fabric caught on some bushes. Well, it's a start.
But then something moves. And then something growls, and Charlie has just enough time to wonder what the hell passes for a guard dog on this planet before something massive and hairless mows him over. The force of the impact is enough to drive the air from his lungs, and too-large paws plant themselves on his shoulders.
It's a small miracle the beast has a collar, because his Stop-Motion Field is the only thing keeping those jaws from his face. ]
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-- Who is currently pinned down by a Suban. Awesome.
There's apparently some work going in the garden, judging by the open pit nearby and the tools still lying out. Peter grabs at a shovel and whaps the ever-loving hell out of the creature's head. It rolls off with a startled yelp before stumbling away into the darkness.
After that, Peter is at Charlie's side in an instant. ]
You okay? Did it bite you?
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What the hell was that thing?
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A suban. They're like-- these giant naked mole-rat-dog things.
And their bites are toxic. Make you lose consciousness within a couple minutes. Did it bite you?
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[ He pulls himself up to a sit ]
I found this back there, though. [ he holds up the scrap of fabric ]
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C'mon. Need to get moving if we're ever gonna find your girl.
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And your jacket.
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[ He heads off in the the only really viable direction. ]
This is why I like smash and grabs better.
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