This is war, baby.

This is an indie Henry rp blog from "Hardcore Henry" {This is only a side blog of my friend's account, so I can only send anons with my url in them} {Theme and graphics picture by Fish at vaultboynoises}

[sjmillerart]

what you’re made of

[pickxyourxpath]

@one-man-war-machine continued from here

He couldn’t respond verbally, putting a hand to the man’s arm in response.

Looking around once again for anyone who might be with the man-or, in this case, after him- Henry tapped him on the shoulder before pulling out his cell phone. 

Using text to speech, he typed [Are you alone? We need to get you out of here.]

Roman cracked his eyes open to peer at the other man as he tapped his shoulder.  Why wasn’t he speaking?

He jumped at the sudden voice from the phone, however, and slowly nodded his head. “..I am.”

“You- can you not speak?” Very tactful, Roman. Very tactful.

[one-man-war-machine]

Henry shook his head, putting a hand to the front of his throat. 

[May I pick you up?]

Who did this man say he was? Roman?  He still couldn’t think of who that was, but he WAS new to the area.

in truth, the cyborg was just happy to have a minute to breathe.

[one-man-war-machine]

@pickxyourxpath {Roman} continued from here.

Henry faltered for a moment when he heard the man yelp, only to glance back up when the man had buried his knife in his arm. 

His metal arm. 

He was gearing up to fight the other two men but the first ran and the other connected with his throat. Henry wheezed; spitting before he swung his arm back around and took out the man. 

After a minute to breath -and hopefully for the man to empty the rest of his stomach- Henry knelt down to Roman to check on him.

[pickxyourxpath]

After a gasped breath and another small bout of vomiting, Roman wiped his mouth; closing his eyes for a minute and leaning his head back on the wall to try and calm it down.

He was, at least, becoming a tad more coherent. His voice croaked out after a minute of quiet.

“Look. I dunno who you are, but..Thank you.”

It was rare anyone actually wanted to help him, so he’d take it for right now. A sober Mask would probably be very suspicious. 

[one-man-war-machine]

He couldn’t respond verbally, putting a hand to the man’s arm in response. 

Looking around once again for anyone who might be with the man-or, in this case, after him- Henry tapped him on the shoulder before pulling out his cell phone. 

Using text to speech, he typed [Are you alone? We need to get you out of here.]

[normal-horoscopes]

ITS PRETTY TOXIC OF YOU TO HURL ME AGAINST OBJECTS IN THE ROOM WITH YOUR MIND POWERS YOURE NOT EVEN THAT HOT

[pickxyourxpath]

(Can someone do me a favor and reblog this with some sort of reply? it can be anything I just need something to work with.)

[one-man-war-machine]

{ I've got you under my skin I've got you deep in the heart of me So deep in my heart that you're really a part of me I've got you under my skin I'd tried so not to give in I said to myself, this affair never will go so well But why should I try to resist when, baby, I know down well I've got you under my skin?}

[one-man-war-machine]

@pickxyourxpath {Roman} continued from here.

Henry faltered for a moment when he heard the man yelp, only to glance back up when the man had buried his knife in his arm. 

His metal arm. 

He was gearing up to fight the other two men but the first ran and the other connected with his throat. Henry wheezed; spitting before he swung his arm back around and took out the man. 

After a minute to breath -and hopefully for the man to empty the rest of his stomach- Henry knelt down to Roman to check on him.

[pickxyourxpath]

@one-man-war-machine continued from here.

Watching the man mess around in his jacket; Roman finally realized what he was doing. “Kni-” His voice broke when he shouted to warnHenry, gagging to interrupt himself as he reached and grabbed at the attacker’s leg. 

“Knife!” 

he dug his ragged fingernails into the man’s ankle as he grasped as hard as he could; getting kicked by the man’s free leg in retaliation. 

[one-man-war-machine]

Noticing the commotion before recognizing what he was yelling; Henry went for the man as he kicked Roman. 

He went for the man’s face with his fist, not necessarily caring that he was using his robotic hand at the moment; hoping that the man on his leg was enough of a distraction.

[one-man-war-machine]

@pickxyourxpath - Roman - continued from here

Henry couldn’t help it. 

He saw the man getting his ass handed to him-missing an arm, no less..  and still having the balls to yell at the people beating him. He was obviously drunk  when Henry got closer to the scene but he took his chance; slipping a hand around the man’s arm and pulling him back toward him. 

The cyborg expected to get yelled at by someone, probably being the drunk he was helping, but when he demanded the entitled question he could only shrug.

He had no idea who that was. 

Luckily he had such a good grip on him because he refused to let him weasel out of his grip. 

[one-man-war-machine]

Henry watched the one stay up after his hit.  Damn.

Making eye contact with the man who was warning him; Henry shook his head. He’d sort out the whys later.. For now he just wanted to protect the already handicapped drunk. 

His arms back up and stepping back in between the attackers and the man, Henry was ready. They either backed off themselves, or he’d protect him.

[httppick]

[one-man-war-machine]

Henry backed up after the punch, trying to keep himself between the men and the alleyway. 

Three men. That’s not that bad.. He’s fought worse.

As he engaged the first to come at him; pain exploded on the right side of his  face as one of the other two men socked him, reeling back before going back in and getting at his first target with a metal knuckled hook.

Henry wasn’t sure if he’d connected or not, there was a horrible ringing he was trying to concentrate through.

[one-man-war-machine]

Goddamn this man was a fighter. He was also gonna break his foot if he keeps kicking his legs; He might find Henry’s cybernetic leg. 

Although, his attention did divert from attacking him for a moment, causing Henry to look over his shoulder to see the men. 

Shit. 

Shoving the drunk man down into an alleyway; he forcefully pointed to the ground, wordlessly telling him to sit and stay put before standing up and connecting a punch to one of the men that was fighting this.. who did he say? Roman?

[one-man-war-machine]

@pickxyourxpath - Roman - continued from here

Henry couldn’t help it. 

He saw the man getting his ass handed to him-missing an arm, no less..  and still having the balls to yell at the people beating him. He was obviously drunk  when Henry got closer to the scene but he took his chance; slipping a hand around the man’s arm and pulling him back toward him. 

The cyborg expected to get yelled at by someone, probably being the drunk he was helping, but when he demanded the entitled question he could only shrug.

He had no idea who that was. 

Luckily he had such a good grip on him because he refused to let him weasel out of his grip. 

[one-man-war-machine]

Henry couldn’t imagine the guy enjoying this.. Could he?

He ran the blue stuff that had splattered his arm through his fingers, trying to figure it out. As he cocked his head to the side in his attempt to figure the rest of this man out; he heard it. 

Pussy? No no no- A Pussy?!

He punched the wall with the robotic hand; causing his knuckles to split even more and bleed.

[radical-eve]

[one-man-war-machine]

It never ceased to amaze him when one of the heisters were kind to him.  He’d always pegged them as this group of hard professionals, even when they did goofy junk to each other in their down time. 

But here Houston was- taking care of him like he was one of his bar buddies or something. 

After he’d sat down in the passenger’s seat, Henry closed his eyes; again massaging his temples. 

Without opening them again; Henry reached over and felt what Houston had placed down after resting his head back. Only giving a thumbs up in response. 

[one-man-war-machine]

It was a nice house. Maybe a little worn around the edges, sure but-well, It matched it’s owner, no offense to him.

Henry tried to bite back the coughing fit by keeping his mouth shut, but when he found he couldn’t he turned his head away from the man, grabbing onto his arm; tensing as it both hurt his lungs and slightly scared him. 

He felt something move in his chest.  Loose wire, loose tube, loose something.

That might be the reason he felt so weak right now. 

[one-man-war-machine]

He let a slightly amused huff at the man.  As hurt as he was, he couldn’t help apologizing. Especially because he was some sort of hated monster around here.

Henry nodded; taking a second before trying again and once he’d gotten his feet back under him he slid his arm over the man’s shoulders. 

At least this guy was trying. Hopefully it wasn’t so he could just get at the “android” in secret, which Henry silently feared.