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Rocky nodded a bit as Roxy turned to head upstairs.

"Take your time sis. He said he'd be there all night."

He then turned and picked up the intruders body and tossed it over his shoulder and walked out to the street where he dropped the man. He then came back in and repeated the process. After taking care of the intruders unconscious forms, he went and started rummaging through the closet.

"Man...Now where did they go? I just found em a couple of days ago. Dammit all."
Blinked and rubbed her eyes, course she intended to take her time. It was after all 4 am. After a wash of her face she got dressed in her usual attire, and accessories. Then she strapped the gun holster up high on her thigh so it was hidden by the skirt she always wore over her jeans.

"Whatcha looking for?" she asked as she came bounding down the stairs then standing by the door. "Since you're in there...grab me my Jack hoodie. She meant the black, over sized sweater baring a depiction of Jack Skellington on the front.
He eventually stood holding his twin desert eagles in each hand and chuckled a bit. He then turned and set them on the table before turning back to the closet and pulling out her hoodie and tossing it to her. A moment later he would then toss her his keys.

"Go ahead and start up the truck. I'll be out in a second."

He then pulled a couple of bolsters out of the closet as well and strapped them to his legs.

"Oh and grab my sword off the bike and put it behind the seat too please."
watched with piercing blue eyes, likely the only different feature from her brother that she had. Otherwise her face was similar to his. After he tossed her the hoodie she slipped it on, as he tossed her the keys her fingers slipped through the sleeves and she caught the keys. "Can I drive?" she gave him an impish grin, she didn't have her silence. She knew the answer would likely be no but she always asked.

"Are my sai still stashed under the seat?" she perked a brow to him as she zipped up her hoodie. She would pause at the door and nodded to his request for his sword.
He shrugged a bit at her first question.

"Tell ya what sis. I'll let you drive under one of two conditions. Either A: you get your license or B: The world is about to end. And yeah. Their still there."

He then chuckled softly as he disappeared into the kitchen.

"I'll drop you off at the 7-11 up the way so you can get your pizza and advil while I head a few blocks up to pick up my toy."

A few moments later he would return heading towards her and the door with a soda in his hand and set it on the table as he began fastening his bolsters to his legs and slid the desert eagles into then. He then grabbed his soda and chuckled softly.
Roxy rolled her eyes in response to his answer, "You know I can drive." She giggled a little bit, she indeed could. She just didn't have a valid license. She was on her way out the door and stopped as he was in the kitchen and still talking to her.

"Yeah yeah." she would head outside. Pausing at his bike she would get his sword as he asked then she headed to the truck. Unlocking the drivers side door she would tilt the seat forward putting the hilt towards the door, within quick reach.

Then she headed to the passenger's side unlocked the door, and hopped in. Once inside she stuck the keys in the ignition and pulled out a case of c.d.s. Soon she was fliping through looking for something in particular. Rocky would call it shit, well girly shit to be specific. She was looking fora cd full of the show tunes she loved.

When he reached the truck she would look to her brother, not entirely accusingly but just a little bit. "Have you seen my CD?"
He would soon exit the house, locking the door behind him. He climbed up in the truck and closed the door then looked at her as she asked about her CD.

"Which one? You do have a couple of them tainting my CD case."

He then chuckled a bit as he pressed on the gas a bit causing the truck to roar a bit before putting it in reverse and starting to back out of the driveway. He would then shift it to drive and started up the road.
She flipped through the cd case again. "Either of the burned one...." she sighed softly pulling out on of Rocky's cd, as she couldn't find hers.

After she had stuck the cd in she rubbed her eyes, and yawned. "I guess 3 hours of sleep works..." she sighed softly, "I will say this thought." she looked to her bother, "You got some pretty good timing on coming home." she doubted that she would have been able to handle 2 intruders. 1 would have been easily done, but 2 two would have been a bit harder for her.
He rubbed his chin in thought for a moment as he drove down the road then reached to the radio skipping over a couple of songs and finally resting on Won't Back Down by Fuel.

"Last I seen em, you had taken em inside to listen to em at the house while I went out on a hunt that took a couple of days cause I ended up going out of state for it. As for having good timing...well you know me. I like to make an entrance."

He would then chuckle softly.

"You like that pizza at 7-11? I'll drop ya off at one to get your pizza and advil of you do. Place I gotta get my toe from is just a few blocks up from one."
There was a reason the Scottish Highland regiments had spearheaded British Imperial expansionism. And it wasn't their dashing good looks. The Highlanders came from a harsh, war riddled nation and region, and even though their descendants the world over had grown softer than what their ancestors would have approved, some of these descendants would have made their Highland ancestors shiver in fear.

Michael Alasdair MacKenzie was one of these men, and as it stood, there were three unconscious or extremely wounded men in a pile behind him, and four more to go in front of him. It was, he decided, a good night. Saved a girl from getting unwanted attention, bruised a few bastards, and drank a little whiskey. His knuckles were going to hurt like Hell in the morning, but it was Christmas break, and he wouldn't have to explain any untoward bruises to his students or the administration at the night school he worked at.

All of which meant that Michael was in a fighting mood, and these ass hats had provided the excuse he needed to scrap a little. And the best thing was that they were all drunk, meaning they wouldn't press charges in the morning. Sometimes Michael loved his life.

Grinning, he piled the last one against the wall of the alley, then headed for the 7-11 a block away, where he could get a slice of pizza, a bottle of Mountain Dew, and a bottle of aspirin. With a slight limp, he set off.
She had been bobbing her head to the song that was playing when Rocky switched the song, "Hay! I was listening to that." she sighed softly, "Perhaps they're in the house then...." she frowned a bit and then rolled her piercing blue eyes to him, "Yeah...and you wonder where I get my dramatics from." she grinned and teased her brother lightly.

She didn't particularly care where she got the pizza as long as there was peperoni, bacon, and mushrooms on it. "Works for me." she shoved her hand into the pocket of her sweater and a bit of a surprised look crossed her face there was something in her pocket other than her hand. She perked a brow and pulled out a rumpled twenty dollar bill seeing it she smiled brightly. "Sweet...that works considering I forgot my cash on my dresser..." She looked to Rocky grinning. She did this often forgot that she put something in her pocket, and is pleasantly surprised when she finds it. "Need anything while I'm in there?"
He curled his lips in thought for a moment at her question as he drove down the road.

"A bottle mountain dew and a NOS energy drink if ya don't mind. Random question kid. Ya know those gut feelings I get once in awhile when something bad is about to happen and how it's right most of the time? Well I'm getting one of those right now. And it's a stronger feeling than I've ever had before."

He would then turn into a 7-11 and stop outside the door.

"Go ahead and get the stuff and meet me at the gun shop. It's a couple blocks up on the left. Easy enough to find."

He then chuckled softly.
Ah, 7-11. The only place in America where one can be politely taken care of, yet at the same time, clearly get the 'Go fuck yourself' vibe. No where else came quite as close, and apparently that attitude was standard issue to the workers of such 7-11's. Smiling, showing a slightly bloody mouth from his fight, Michael let his vibe inform the clerk that if the clerk didn't hand over exact change for a fifty, Michael was going to rip his anus from his gluteus maximus, and then shove it and the man's sphincter down his throat. The clerk got the message, and handed over two tens, one twenty, and two fives. Smiling, Michael went to go find a bottle of Mountain Dew, a bottle of aspirin, and then quite a lot of pizza.

Sometimes it was fun to be intimidating. Michael felt that aside from the tickling in between his shoulder blades, which was a sign of danger that he had become deeply attuned to. Now it was going off like crazy, but whatever it was could wait. There was pizza to be had.
The young woman directed her eyes out the passenger window while Rocky thought of what he wanted her to get, "alrighty...." she mumbled to him in regards to his order, and when he started going on about his intuitive feeling she turned her gaze back to him with flared frows. "Firstly don't call me kid..." she sighed a bit, "and secondly...yeah I know." Roxy hadn't gotten that feeling since she was younger. The last time she could remember having any feeling like what her brother was currently describing was when they were still living with their Dad, and her Mom.

"Alright...I'll get all that...and meetcha there." she would open the tuck and hop down.

As Rocky pulled away from the store front she entered the 7-11. As always whenever she entered a place she would look around and see who and how many people were in there. The store was empty for all save the clerk and to Roxy`s surprise someone she knew. The man who had been teaching her history class at the night school she was enrolled in, Michael MacKenzie. However he didn`t look anything like he did when they were in class, well except for the kilt.

"Hey Michael." She offered a wave and a little grin to him as she walked around the store. She grabbed her brother's two items, then her small bottle of Advil, and then the slice of pizza. As she got to the cash she had a sudden moment of crap do I have enough to pay for this? Turns out she did, but just.
He drove on up the road a couple of blocks and pulled Into the almost non existent parking lot of a small little hole in the wall gun shop and turned off the truck. He quietly hopped down from the truck and went in already knowing it was open despite the early morning hours and looked about for a moment as he walked towards the counter.

"Yo! Adrian!"

A moment later a man came from behind a door behind the counter.

"I thought you always said you weren't no Italian stallion Rocky man?"

"Yeah well it does't hurt to have fun once in awhile."

"Touche'. To that comment I give ya a point. Gimme a sec to get her for ya. Special custom orders like that, I lock in my gun safe. And believe me it was a pain to fit that big girl in there."

"Hey I promised ya a few extra bucks for taking good care of her didn't I? I'm sure a few extra bucks will make it worth the fight."

The man then chuckled a bit and headed to the gun safe located a few feet away from the counter and entered his key number on the pad.

"Ya know Rocky. Your the only guy I know who'll fork up so much money for a gun and still add a little on top for insurance purposes. Most people are just like 'you damage it, I ain't paying full price.' and act all high and mighty."

Then the man opened the safe and pulled out Rocky's order with a grunt of effort.

"20 something pounds my ass. This thing weighs a ton. You gonna tale this thing on your hunts?"

"Nah" rocky chuckled. "I'm gonna have a kid. And that's gonna be there personal fire arm."

He was clearly being sarcastic though about it being a kids firearm as he took the weapon from the man.

"With how you are and kids nowadays always seeming to have guns, it wouldn't surprise me. But there ya go. One MK43 Mod 1. Commonly used by Navy and Navy SEAL personal. It was hard as hell for me to get ahold of. And the mods you requested. Fun to get ahold of and put on. A baby like that, you'd swear you were in the military yourself."

Rocky smirked a bit as he looked it over. Holding it carefully he examined the placement of the twin m203 grenade launchers on either side of the barrel. Laser sight on the underside. 4x Zoom scope, slightly raised and placed above the iron sights. Nodding his approval.

"Aight. Before I pay for this bad boy, Here's them desert eagles I told ya about. Finally found em where I had hid em."

He then chuckled as he leaned the gun against the counter and drew his twin desert eagles and set them on the counter.

(This is why I said it'd be a couple of posts cause of all the crap that was going on here in the gun shop. To be continued. Heh. Your post Phrost.)
"Miss Valharia. You have an essay due the Friday we go back to school. I fully expect you to make an A." Nodding at her, Michael went and found what he needed. He didn't comment on her pistol. He'd seen stranger things, and the girl had a good head on her shoulders. She wouldn't be stupid with it.
A thin brow was perked to Michael's greeting towards her, she still felt odd hearing herself called Miss Valharia. It made her feel older than she was. "how many times I gotta tell ya, Roxy." she sighs softly to him, but then she smiled a little bit looking him over, noting the telltale signs that he was recently been in a scuffle.

"You look like you've had an interesting evening." she seemed to smile again, as she opened the bottle of Advil, then popping two in her mouth. She swallowed them with out a drink, instead she took a bite out of the pizza.
The man took the desert eagles and chuckled a bit as he examined them.

"Mark VII variant?"

"Yeah." spoke Rocky. "Buggers pack a punch. They were my first guns used on hunts. Then I realized that most hunts didn't require so much ammo so I swapped them for that SAA I got from ya a couple years back."

"So if you got the SAA to replace these, why get that big damn gun?" asked the man inquiring about the MK43.

"I plan on starting on taking bigger bounties that may require a bit more fire power. I figure it's high time I get me and my sis out of that shit hole of a neighborhood we're in now."

"Ah. Understandable.

"Yeah. Gonna enter the big Lea--"

Rocky was then iterrupted as a earthquake occurred.

"Damnit all. Thats another reason I wanna move. Damn quakes have screwed me out of getting my targets once or twice"

He then chuckled a bit.

"Ah them quakes ain't too bad most of the time. Ain't like they hurt you. Just shake ya up a bit."

"Yeah I know. It's a pain really though. Messes up houses. Knocks pictures of the walls and stuff. Oh well. Oh you'll get a chance to meet my sister for once. I dropped her off up the road at 7-11 and told her to come on up here when she's done."

"Ah. How's she like that Glock you got her a few months back?"

"Eh...couldn't tell ya. Never asked. When she gets up here you can ask her yourself though."

(There's your Quake warning shot guys. My next post, fun begins. Heh.)
"As many times at is takes, Miss Valharia. For all intents and purposes, you're an adult. I shall treat you as su- What the fuck?!" The expletive torn from his lips, Michael braced himself against an aisle wall as the 7-11 shuddered from the earthquake. That was why Michael's in between the shoulder blades had been itching. The earthquake, but the way his stomach curled into a knot, told Michael that something worse was coming. And that decided him. A coldness decended upon him, and Michael knew what had to be done. Any 7-11 manager worth their salt kept a Saturday night special under the counter, but Michael didn't want one of those.

"Miss Valharia? Please hand me your pistol and any spare ammunition, then tell me where you were going to meet your brother. I have a feeling it's not going to be very safe anywhere much longer, and I'm quite sure I'm a better shot than you with a pistol."
Flashed him a grin to him as he responded to her, but the grin faded to confusion as the shaking, she wasn't as freaked out as Michael was. The pizza dropped from her hands and landed on the counter with a soft thunk and both hands gripped the counter tightly, steadying herself during the shake. She

Once it was over she would take a breath and look around, a few things had fallen from the shelves, not a overly big mess. More of a nuisance for the store's clerk who was cursing softly and turning the channel on the small television that was behind the counter to the local weather station. Roxy sighed and looked back to Michael as she realized her was speaking to her. She would perk a brow when she realized his request, "Ha." was the simple, initial response. She would look around a moment or two she was obviously battling with herself what he had asked of her and her response. He was likely right, his shot would be better than hers. In class he had made several hints and indications that he was more than a history teacher, and her interest and training with guns and weapons was all due to her elder brother's instance.

For a slight second she wrung her hands, "Rocky is at the gun shop up the street..." she chewed her lips a moment or two and then she rose her blue eyes up to Michael and sighed. Her right hand moved to the outside of her right leg, and brushed the fabric of the the brown mini skirt out of the way. She pulled the 9mm Beretta from hit's holster, "Here...Rocky won't be happy that I gave it up, and I swear to god if you take off with my gun you'll regret it." Her hot temper showing, she wasn't necessarily angry with Michael more towards herself, and him being right about him having the better shot. She made a mental note quickly to spend more time with her gun.