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@askcolsgtunionjack
ur friends r faggots 2
A few seconds passed from the anon's first utterance. However, come a few more painful seconds later, Union had practically tackled said 'nonny - laying blows with his hooves as if they were just average punches.
"Pip pip cheeri-oh hell no."
u r a faggot
"Alright, I'm cool with that."
Phil pushed Uni back. “This is my fight.” He growled, flicking his wrist. A 6 inch blade slide out. A hidden blade. He slide the butterfly knife from it’s sheathe and flipped it open.
Romeo laughed. “Freak only got his toys?” He taunted, withdrawing a .50 Desert Eagle with a bayonet attatched to it. He pointed it at Phil and pulled the trigger.
Phil caught the bullet with the blades and flicked it away harmlessly. “You’re dead if you hurt her!” He yelled, rushing at Romeo and thrusting with the hidden blade.
Romeo pulled out a sawed off Double Barrel shotgun and whacked Phil over the head with it. “Lay off, chump. I’m tired of your tricks.” He said, pointing it at Phil.
Phil slashed with the knife, just as Romeo fired both barrels. A bit of shot caught Phil in the shoulder. “Fuck.” He grit his teeth and ran towards Uni. “Go go go!” He pushed him towards the door.
Romeo shrugged his bleeding shoulder and aimed the Desert Eagle and Uni. “Casualties are casualtis!”
Uni had moved to avoid getting pushed out of the door. The Brit raised both of his weapons, looking at Romeo. He kept his weapons trained on the blue stallion, before he began to speak.
"You know, shooting a guy who's shot himself more than you think over stupid circumstances isn't going to do so much." Union stated, keeping both weapons trained on Romeo. Casualties would be casualties, unless Uni fired the first shot.
The navy blue stallion payed little attention to the other coming in from the emergency door.
Phil flushed the toilet peeked under the stall, spotting the navy blue. ‘Romeo fucking Blue. He’s here. He’s really here.’ He thought to himself. He stepped out of the stall, between Uni and Romeo.
"Look at you, Mavrick. Alive and well." Romeo said with a hint of mockery. "The guard didn’t do you in, did they?" He asked sarcasticly.
"Don’t call me that. I’m not your lackey anymore, you piece of shit." Phil retorted, feeling for his butterfly knife strapped to his side gently.
"Little ass got some balls now, huh? Now that lil shitflake is gone?" He taunted again, smirking and twiddling the spare Winchester rounds in his pocket.
Phil’s eyes narrowed. “What did you do with Snowy?”
Union withdrew the M1911, followed by the withdrawal of a nickel-plated Taurus PT92. He held the M1911 in his right hand, the PT92 in his left hand. The two handguns were loaded to full capacity, looking to Phil - then Romeo.
It felt like he was missing something, comment not available. He covered the mag releases with his hand's hold on the guns.
As he made his way to the bathroom, Phil set the tin down and readjusted his glasses. He opened the door and looked around the spacious restroom before hurrying to the one on the far end. He closed and locked the door.
The navy blue stallion opened the door to the bathroom and smirked. “Well well well. If it isn’t the scapegoat.” He said in a low threatening tone.
Phil frowned and clutched his stomach. “Worst day to get the shits.” He mumbled, sitting on the toilet. He hadn’t heard the stallion at all.
{Dropping it from constant reblog on text and leaving the link.}
Union quickly reached it, only to look at the emergency door to the bathroom. Union glanced down, looking at the double-breasted jacket to the charcoal suit. He reached into the jacket, withdrawing a dark gray-steel M1911, checking over the handgun, before putting it back, managing to force open the emergency door, prepared to withdraw the gun.
Playing a Card Game Gone Wrong | philisophicalpony
"Whatever." He said, scraping the bits into a tin and stepping away from the machine. Suddenly, his eyebrows furrowed, and a wave of surprise and shock washed over him. "I have to let you go. All you need to know is be here ASAP. The casino. Now." He said, hanging up and heading towards the bathroom. A navy blue stallion with a golden mane got up from the card table he was at and slowly trotted after Phil.
Immediately, Union began to set his path. The stallion was moving rather quickly, keeping a good pace. He had pretty much tossed the flip-phone he used for the call aside, continuing this pace.
Playing a Card Game Gone Wrong | philisophicalpony
More clanking could be heard as Phil pulled the lever again. He snorted. "Why would you suspect me? What, getting caught and almost executed wasn't enough to convince you?" He asked, before shutting his mouth. He said too much. "Anyway, I don't have control over what they do."
"You're a purebred fuckin' idiot sometimes, mate. Just revealin' shit you shouldn't be.. linked 'em to you cause I know for damn well sure the marefriend of Everett Eye's cousin wouldn't have criminal ties, Bass is too happy-go-lucky to get involved in that, and Flash is just Flash."
Playing a Card Gone Wrong | Closed RP with philisophicalpony
Union flicked through his contacts on his phone.
Lunar..
Flash..
Bass..
Phil.
As soon as he went over the inventor’s name, he hit ‘call’. Time was of the essence right now. The main reason he was calling the inventive stallion was the excessive mafia types. He caught onto the thought that it was Phil - knowing Bass, Flash, and Lunar wouldn’t have criminal connections.
Phil answered his phone. “Hello?” He asked, pulling the lever on a slot machine. About 5 seconds later, the clinking of bits could be heard over the phone. Phil was in a classy casino, trying to gamble his stress away.
"Oi, mate. Stop yankin' your lever for a few fucking seconds, alright? I just had a few mob types comin' around, you're the one guy I zeroed down that coulda 'ad something to do with 'em." Uni could identify the sound rather quickly, especially because of the usual sound from a slot machine being intertwined with his life for the most part.
'Midnight Payback' - | Consequence for Panty Raids: Tarka Finch, Bass Drop, and Aren Vernidae
The clock struck twelve, or four by Union's GMT clock. He heard a knock at the door of the apartment, exiting his room. Quickly moving to the door, he began to open it. The Brit smirked at the sight of his friend in the doorway - until her hoof connected with his face within a split second of opening the door.
The situation was unpredictable, feeling the hoof collide with the side ofh is face. It began to sting as Union looked up towards Lunar. A little blood welled up in the stallion's mouth. With a faint cough, he spoke up.
"Think you could've hit me softer?" He questioned.
"How about 'ell no, ya fucker." Lunar's minor dialect and accent pushed out.
"Stressy day, eh?" Uni sighed, trying to keep himself from spitting out the blood, despite the metallic taste.
"Aye."
} Are you going to take that kind of treatment?
] Solsty, you do realize if he hits her it won't go down well, right?
> I want to see it happen, but at the same time I don't.
} Ugh.
He held back against Solsty's attempt to take control - knowing she'd just try to hit the mare right back. That would immediately escalate into a fight, a Brit versus a Scot.
"Now, god dammet, I don't wanna wake up with somepony's underwear on me 'gain less it's my own doing." Lunar demanded.
"Alright, alright, Jesus fucking Christ, that stings." Uni grunted.
"Alright. Bye." Lunar shut the door herself.
It prompted a mumble from Uni - "..Bitch."
From halfway down the hall, he heard Lunar shout, ''Heard that!'', something assuring that he'd probably do this again.
Playing a Card Gone Wrong | Closed RP with philisophicalpony
Union flicked through his contacts on his phone.
Lunar..
Flash..
Bass..
Phil.
As soon as he went over the inventor's name, he hit 'call'. Time was of the essence right now. The main reason he was calling the inventive stallion was the excessive mafia types. He caught onto the thought that it was Phil - knowing Bass, Flash, and Lunar wouldn't have criminal connections.
The Brit And The Fence Don't Mix | Closed RP with talktoapplejack
"Just… Ya got bored an’ decided ta ram the fence er…?" she asked with a light chuckle, though she tried to muffle it
"..No.. bloody hell kinda question is that..?" Union sighed. "I ran into the fence.. at around.. 60 miles trying to teleport over one mile.. my magic is bad enough to put me between a rock and a hard place."
The Brit And The Fence Don't Mix | Closed RP with talktoapplejack
Applejack pricked her ears up and followed the sound to find the beat up stallion. The moment she found him, she immediately said,"Wha' in tarnation happened ta ya?"
".. I ran into the fence." Uni said, a little blankly, the stallion's misfit sapphire and emerald gaze darting over to Applejack. The bruising was clearly visible now, especially on purple fur - just to Union's luck.
The Brit And The Fence Don't Mix | Closed RP with talktoapplejack
"The fence?" Applejack mumbled to herself. "Whadid ya do ta the fence?!" she called out from where she stood and then added,"An’ whaddya mean screwed?"
"I ran into the fence and broke the planks! Accidental, though." Union answered, sighing slightly to regain his focus and to calm himself down. "And by screwed, I mean I might have a misplaced rib.." He was taking a few steps to stay levelheaded, especially after ramming into the fence. His mind was starting to clear up, and he glanced towards the sight of bruising. That wasn't too good.
The Brit And The Fence Don't Mix | Closed RP with talktoapplejack
From her bedroom window, Applejack heard a violent crack of what she knew to be wood. Wondering two things, what had caused it, and had anyone else heard it, she groggily slipped out of bed and down the stairs.
Once downstairs, she took a quick peep into the surrounding darkness, hoping she wouldn't have to leave the safety of her home to find the source. Sighing, knowing she was going to have to go outside, she shuffled over to the door and slowly stepped out, the night and the chills it brought embracing her. She called out once, already getting slightly cold,"Hay! Anypony out there..?"
Union would have preferred to save his strength in the bitter air, but the chill against the forming bruises wasn't going to help. He inhaled, very briefly, preparing to answer the faint yell of 'Anypony out there'.
Calming himself slightly, Union took the chance. "Yeah, guess I'm a li'l screwed up although!"
He took a little bit of a breather.
"Sorry 'bout the fence!"
Metal's Gleam In The Night
There were a few items adorning the old metal desk that sat in Union's room of the apartment. Three twenty-round magazines were sitting on the desk, as well as an M16A3. The weapon was on semi-automatic, one of the magazines sitting on the handguard. It was dutifully unloaded, and it caught the misfit sapphire and emerald gaze as the stallion headed over to his desk.
His concentration was easily broken, staring down at the metal as the moonlight gleamed into the room. Union slowly clicked on the table's lamp, letting it illuminate the area on, and around the table. Union checked it over, revealing there was no burst or fully automatic setting on the rifle.
A number of wallracks, capable of holding a weapon from the barrel or handguard and by the stock, adorned the room.
Hung up were around three or so guns. An AK-74u was on the wall, as well as a Mossberg 590, and a Mosin Nagant. His aura wrapped around all three, including the M16A3, setting them all on the desk lined up.
Union folded the AK-74u's stock, placing it in an olive green carrying case, shutting the gun in with the magazine. He would continue with this clockwork setting, until he had put away the other three firearms. Stacking the cases, he set them under the desk.
He looked at the chair, contemplating on whether or not he should work at something.
"I don't have the time." He muttered to himself, clearing his mind. Three voices were silent in his mind, something he didn't find calming at all, especially when he had grown used to the three sentient thoughtforms. The stallion became fairly quiet, looking towards the phone.
He could call someone, just get time to pass by quicker. The lack of hazy smoke had revealed to him long before that Shaggy was probably asleep. For the best, Union guessed, glancing around.
"What to do.. what to do..?"
The Brit And The Fence Don't Mix | Starter | Closed RP with talktoapplejack
The purple blur had been constantly moving. It had already jumped basically directly past Ponyville - but it turns up it was heading for Sweet Apple Acres. More specifically, one of the orchards. Union's gaze was set straight forwards, only wishing for an object to be somewhere in front of him within the next three minutes...
...at least he got his wish - feeling the sudden force of the fence not in the plan as both of the topmost planks broke quickly under his weight. The Brit found himself on his back, two halves of the fence boards on either side of him.
"..superb placement of the fence.. sub-par placement of my ribs.. gh.." Despite the fact he felt pain, there wasn't too much to show it other than the faintest of a bruise on his left side - or at least the faintest that would show on purple fur.
An Unlikely Partnership | Starter
"That makes another bitch, bitch…" Flash says, glancing at the clock on the wall, figuring the time it would take to think of an excuse, pack, take a train to Manehattan, amd find the damn place, "Since it’d take abouuuuut… 3, maybe 4 hours if the train runs late. Will that work?"
"It'll work." Union stated, looking around himself briefly before leaning on the wall again. He was going to go through the bag against soon, having only taken his phone out.
"You need me to stall Sols?" Uni asked Flash.
