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Post by Artie Cade on May 22, 2017 19:26:05 GMT -5
Artie kept firing at the damned elusive kid...he couldn't be hit. Artie was no Bullseye, but even he wasn't accustomed to missing his shots that often. If at all. But all this surprise came crashing down on him as he found himself unable to move. He looked down at his feet and swore as he tried to pull the substance off...it was sticky, like...spider webs.
Oh so the kid had a motif after all, and he carried it to the hilt.
"....well I can respect stickin' to your theme at least, kid." he grinned as he shouted and fired more rounds off at him before shooting at the places the kid might pop to next, trying to anticipate his movements like he used to with so many targets in his past.
The kid was good. Agile.
Annoying.
Artie growled in frustration and holstered his weaponry, drawing a knife from his sleeve and trying to cut himself free.
"Hey what IS this...! BULLSEYE!" he called, as if Bullseye could help him. And then he realized....Bullseye could take him out right there.
He couldn't run. He was almost out of ammo.
This was...less than idea. Still, he reloaded his pistols as long as he was stuck and fired off more rounds at the spider kid, trying to anticipate his movements again.
"Hell ya probably kick like ME!" he cackled, not usually one to make jokes at his own expense, but it seemed right,
Artie had determined that if he kept talking, Bullseye might not notice what Artie had.
Keep things going. Don't let it get to ya, Artie, he kept thinking. Bullseye was frustrated enough with this kid to keep him occupied and his ideas out of what an easy target Artie made.
Or so he was fairly sure.
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Post by Spider Man on Jun 10, 2017 22:31:46 GMT -5
Spider Man kept swinging around until he heard the gun start clicking. Whew, out of ammo. That meant he could-
Or not. Bullseye was back up already? Spidey was sure he'd kicked him hard enough to knock him out. Well, that was certainly a surprise. He swung down to kick at Bullseye again, but he missed. Bullseye managed to dive out of the way.
He tried to web Bullseye's feet to the ground, like he did with Artie, but Bullseye was quick.
"You guys leave my mom out of this!" he teased, refusing to let it bother him. After all, if he couldn't quip at them, he wasn't doing his job quite right. "YOUR moms need to teach you some manners!"
He landed on the ground in a crouch and dove toward Bullseye. After all, right now Artie didn't pose much of a threat. He was webbed down and he was out of ammo. At least, as far as he knew. Not that it really mattered. His Spidey Sense would warn him if there were any more bullets coming his way.
Unless Bullseye swung wildly at him and set off his Spidey Sense went off every few seconds as the Irishman swung punches. It was all he could do to keep dodging, trying to swing his own punches in when he could.
Unfortunately, Bullseye was good at dodging and taking punches. Was this another Irish stereotype? It was hard to believe, but it was possible.
Finally, he was hit, and he was sent reeling back, but he flipped and landed on his feet.
But Bullseye wasn't in his line of sight. Where did he go?
He looked around and saw him bolting toward Artie. What the holy heck was he doing? There was no real way of knowing.
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Post by Bullseye on Jun 10, 2017 23:19:31 GMT -5
Bullseye could tell that Artie was out of bullets. He may have just been a hired gun, but he wasn't stupid. He had survived this long based on his powers of observation. Because he didn't like to use guns, he learned to keep track of when someone else was out of ammo.
It seemed the spider brat had noticed, too, because suddenly he was forced to dodge a volley of attacks.
He ducked and dodged out of the way, swinging his own flurry of punches as hard and as fast as he could.
When he finally hit the spider, he immediately bolted over to Artie to try to pull him free. He wrapped his arms around the smaller man and yanked, but he wasn't able to pull him free.
"Fuckin' 'ell, what th' fuck is t'is?" he grumbled, trying to yank at the webs. He growled and tried again to pull Artie free, but was unsuccessful. Finally, he got sick of it, and started cutting Artie free with one of his bladed playing cards. Before long, Artie was free, but Bullseye didn't let go of him.
He flung Artie over his shoulder and started trying to run.
He was a great many things, but they were on the same side. For now.
Besides, if he was going to do what he thought he was going to do, he was going to need Artie as an ally.
"Alright, 'old on," he said, shifting his grip and starting to run down an alley. He climbed up onto a dumpster and jumped up onto a fire escape, making the climb to the roof. When he got there, he started leaping across the rooftops to get away from the spider kid. His thinking, however warped by adrenaline it might have been, was that Spider Man couldn't catch up as easily if there was nothing to swing on. So, he wanted the high ground.
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Post by Artie Cade on Jun 22, 2017 18:44:24 GMT -5
Artie fell backward onto the final rooftop as Bullseye reached it, grunting and staggering to his feet. With no cane to lean on, he was teetering slightly from lack of anything to balance out his bad leg. Still, he locked his knee into place and looked around.
"And now...what." he growled, "That damn spider kid is a pain in the ass...he's worse than ME. Never shuts up."
He dusted himself off and squinted at the way they had come.
"...he's gotta go," he hissed, "One way or another, we gotta get rid of that boy."
It occurred to Artie he just said 'we.' As in the two of them. He considered his early proposition, but went slightly rigid at the realization that Bullseye also had him dead to rights. Unarmed, out of bullets. Up on a roof. Slooowly he turned to look up at the man. He tried to maintain his cool, but admittedly that wasn't so easy.
"So..." he asked, withdrawing a cigarette and popping it into his mouth, "About a potential business arrangement in the meantime..."
He offered Bullseye a cigarette as well.
"I have 'em flown in from across the pond," he mentioned, "Beats American brands."
He lit his own cigarette and blew smoke into the night sky.
"So the two of us..." he said, trying to keep the train of thought going after it boarded at the station, "Fisk's left his territory open, I know some of his boys are gettin' rowdy and taking pieces left and right. Why not consolidate it all into a whole area again. Run this city together instead of against each other. Wilson never got that, he wanted it all. And hell so did I for a bit."
Artie took another long drag off his cigarette then exhaled the smoke through his nose.
"And besides," he purred, "It's a far easier arrangement that way. Share and share alike. Think of the revenue. Hell, ya may not like me and you're not obligated to, buuuut it's not such a bad idea with my resources and what Fisk's left you to work with."
He leaned casually on the edge of the roof, crossing his bad leg over the other for better balance.
"Thoughts?"
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Post by Bullseye on Jun 26, 2017 23:48:52 GMT -5
Bullseye paced around the rooftop, waiting for the Spider to show up, but he wasn't. But that didn't mean he wouldn't. Christ, he was feeling paranoid about it.
"Finally somethin' we agree on," he said. "An' I mean tha' in reference t' ... well, all o' tha'. 'e's worse, never shuts up, an' 'e's gotta go."
He paced more, looking for the Spider Man, growling as his eyes scanned the darkness for a red and blue blur that might indicate where the kid went. But he wasn't seeing it. He didn't want to turn his back, because that would be when they'd be ambushed.
He hadn't even considered that he could easily kill Artie and no one had to know. Right now, Artie was the last thing on his mind.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the cigarette offered to him and took it, using one of the matches from his pocket and striking it on his teeth before lighting the cigarette, taking a long drag.
"Right. Yeah. This deal." He kept looking around, but he looked at Artie occasionally, just in case there was any question he was paying attention.
He was talking about teaming up and running the city as a duo instead of warring against each other. He thought about this. Why was he talking to him instead of Fisk? Bullseye didn't know how to run a city. All Bullseye knew how to do was kill people. Then again, he did lead his own squad in the war, and he lead it so well he earned several medals. Useless trinkets, really.
What did he hope to gain from this? Was he just talking about this because there was a chance he wouldn't walk away from this alive?
"Or," he said, taking another drag of his cigarette, "I could take over Fisk's operation an' keep warrin' wit' ye."
He just gave Artie a look, exhaling smoke through his teeth. "C'mon. Gimme a reason. Why do ye wan' me t' partner wit' ye? An' don' say th' money. I wan' somethin' better."
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Post by Artie Cade on Jul 23, 2017 18:35:44 GMT -5
Artie limped closer to Bullseye, letting the cigarette hang off his bottom lip as he spoke.
"Look around us. Tonight, even," he growled, "This spider kid. This Asha girl. Allll these little upstarts runnin' around trying to take what you and me worked too damn hard for."
He took another drag off his cigarette and let the smoke carry behind him as he continued.
"You and me, we've been at this too long," he said, nodding, "Too long to let some punks in masks try to run us out, or hell, even take what's ours. This Asha kid, right? She's eatin' up Fisk's territory too. Not fast, but it's enough to bug me. Keeps followin' me around, thinking I'm not lookin'. This Spider-Man...flyin' around on rooftops keepin' a beady eye on your business with me. Or with anybody. He's watchin' everywhere. And I'm sick of it."
Artie twirled his cigarette between his fingers for a moment before looking out over the city.
"At least when Fisk was still here," he scoffed, "There was an order to this chaos we do. Now, not so much."
He turned his eyes back up to Bullseye.
"So what I'm proposing is this: let the partnership idea stew, just think about it, huh?" he said, "But what we gotta do even before that is secure what we DO have left. That's the least of it. And what do we both get from that? At least we'll have our ducks in a row. Our bricks in order to set up a foundation for the next stage of this city. The time of the Kingpin is done. But this dirty town doesn't get off so easy. So I say we chip away at the rotting edges and start over."
With a flick of his wrist, Artie sent the spent cigarette butt fluttering over the edge of the rooftop, keeping his eyes on the man before him.
"That's what we've gotta do," he said with a serious expression, "We've gotta take out the trash before we figure out what to do when it's just you and me. I'm willing to do that. To solve a mutual set of problems."
His hand rose to Bullseye's waist level.
"We got a deal?"
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Post by Bullseye on Sept 4, 2017 0:19:45 GMT -5
Bullseye looked at Artie's hand and ran his hand against his bald head with and exasperated sigh. He wasn't sure what to do or think. He wasn't good at this kind of thing. He certainly wasn't good at leading. The last time he lead anyone was during the war, and he damn near got everyone killed. He wasn't sure he wanted to go back to that.
But ... the way Artie sold it ... it made a lot of sense. A lot of good sense.
The only alternative he faced was letting Fisk's empire fall to ruin, to what? To some cocky upstart? To some masked hero? And he wasn't about to forget that Rorschach jackass that kept knockin' off dealers.
But what would he do if Fisk came back?
What if he liked the taste of power?
What then?
....
Nah, he decided. Fisk was out of the picture for a while. Artie had seen to that with his little stunt. If he came back into the picture, he would simply tell him he did what it took to preserve his territory and that would be that.
Bullseye was many things, but he wasn't a leader.
Or, if he was, he hadn't found that out quite yet.
This might turn the tide to many things.
For better or worse.
Bullseye turned back to Artie and allowed himself a smirk.
"Alrigh'," he said, clapping his hand with Artie's in a firm handshake. "Ye've got yerself a deal. The Queen Bitch an' th' masked punks won' know wha' hit 'em."
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