I don't own any of the characters besides Mister, this is purely a work of fiction . . . FANfiction.
"I can't say that I feel very comfortable with doing this" Mister muttered as he looked at the people walking below. The mission to help Sister Agatha save the city started with destroying some important documents in this lab, hence why he was sitting in a cramped air vent with Valentine. It would have taken hours to answer the number of questions the young man had, but time was of the essence so he just got the clip notes version. Which was that this place is turning people into superweapons?
"Not comfortable? Well and here I thought I was a joy to have nearby" The nurse whispered making sure to be extra heavy with the seductive nature of her voice, Mister wondered if she was trying to get a reaction out of him or if this is just how acted when interacting with people "You're the one who wanted to play knight in leather gloves"
While he wouldn't have put it that way personally Mister couldn't disagree with all of that statement, he was given the choice to do this and took it. Sure it was to pay back the kindness of his landlord but was still given a choice, something that not everyone you own would give you. He glanced at the mysterious gloves that she gave him, they were branded with the symbol of her religion and for some reason gave off an almost frightening aura. A hard pinch to his backside snapped the young man out of his through, he turned to give the culprit a stern glare but saw her pointing to below. That when he saw what Sister Agatha was most likely talking about, one of the super-soldiers that this lab was guilty of creating.
A young-looking female with orange hair wearing an old styled dress, the ones that you would see in the classic black and white shows that came out at two o'clock in the morning. But that was where all of her simpler features ended. She didn't have eyes in her sockets, but he assumed that was because she had quite a few lining her long metal arms. The large white gloves at the end of them just confirmed to him that she was mostly-likely inspired by a character from a cartoon, the cigar was a dead giveaway as well. No matter how cartoony she looked he could feel that she someone not to trifle with if you could help it.
"Patricia Watson, that use to be her name before she was brought here" Valentine seemed to catch on to his curiosity and had decided to start giving him a quick briefing, this only confirmed that the info he had received from the Nun was correct. That they were not above turning children into weapons to achieve whatever goal they had "After being taken from some slavers she was brought here to turned into a weapon name Peacock, needless to say, it would be in your best interest to not get caught by her"
"What do you mean but tha-" Before he could finish the sentence Valentine delivered a swift kiss on the cheek which did the job of distracting him just enough for her push his body against the vent hard enough to force it open causing him to fall out. The fall wasn't as painful as it could've been thanks to the teenage girl's body cushioning his fall, however, now the striker was faced with a more life-threatening issue that was right under him. With strength that no one her age should be able to possess Peacock tossed the stranger off of her back before standing up.
"What's the big idea? Jumping on the boss like that" This didn't come from the girl known as Peacock, this came from an equally cartoonist bird that was sitting on her hat. The girl had her long pipe-like arms crossed and looked to be waiting for a damn good answer. Mister knew that this would be the moment that he would come up with some string of words that could not only deceive the duo but maybe even inspire a kind of acquaintanceship. He would express how there was a way for her to be a normal girl once again and how this place doesn't have to be her home, that if she needed a friend he would be that friend. Finally knowing the words to say Mister gathered himself and spoke from the heart.
"Well, hum I dah uh" Seeing as words have once again failed him Mister did the only things he could think to do, take this as a chance to run for his life. Instantly he turned and began running making sure to push the people out of his way. Luckily, Valentine had shown him a map of the place along with some key points including an exit he could use if they were even split up. That's when he realized being used as bait was her plan all along, he would have to have a stern talk to her if he makes it out of there.
At this point, alarms were blasting and everything was flashing red, Mister was far to focus on getting out to look behind him to see how much space was between him and little miss no eyes. That is until he saw a cannonball zoom pass his head which prompted him to question all his life choices up till this point. He turned to look behind him and true dread began to set in . . . the girl has a pocket cannon, and she wasn't alone. With her was a whole caravan of colorful cartoons. The one that grabbed his attention was the anvil with freaking boxing gloves, he felt a sort of kinship with this creature and knew that it wanted to beat his face in.
"I'm about to get jumped by goons, the more things change the more they stay the same" Mister muttered to himself before nearly avoiding another cannon shot, he quickly around a corner but caught a glimpse of the bird in the girl's hat holding a knife. Peacock was truly a creature that had reached peak form in his eyes, even her bird was packing. His heart dropped when he was running down this new hall and found that it was leading to a dead-end, in more ways than once. Even as the alarms blared it wasn't difficult to make out the cocky laughter of the small predator as she closed in on her cornered prey, slowly turning around Mister knew that a final stand was the only option. The smile Peacock that could have been considered cute at one point in time was instead fear-inducing with just how sharp and large her teeth were, her whole body was indeed a weapon.
Seeing no other way out, he took up a fighting stance. This earned him even more laughter as peacock cracked her knuckles, it was looking like she was going to enjoy the young man's suffering. There was a moment of stillness between the two, both measuring their opponent waiting for the other to make the first move.
"Draw!" She yelled out before putting out of seemingly nowhere an oversized pistol and firing three shots, Mister acted quickly depending purely on his reflexes to avoid the fast-moving projectiles as he dashed towards her. This tactic didn't seem to be much of a surprise to the living armory, it would seem as Mister was soon about to learn how she obtained her name. From her hat the head of a peacock came out and began to shot off a beam of energy at the young man, he was able to slip the initial beam but almost instantly Peacock like tail feathers appeared behind his foe and shot out a barrage energy shots. In this narrow hall, there was no way he could dodge all of them, so he simply put his hands up in a defensive stance and waited to feel the impact or burning? He wasn't sure how much pain or what kind of pain energy attacks caused.
However, while he did feel pricks of burning energy assaulting him he was surprisingly still alive, and while the pain was very much present it wasn't anything that he couldn't handle. That when he noticed that the gloves he was wearing were glowing slightly and smiled, Sister Agatha seemed to be protecting him. This motivated the man and he was more than ready to get out of this place, Valentine should have had more than enough time to do what she needs to do. Now all he needed to do was to find a way past Peacock. From his defensive position, he scouted the area and found that there was another vent but it was right past the teenage superweapon in front of him. He was sure that she could take a hit and honestly, he didn't want to hurt her, all he needed to do was stun her for just long enough for him to reach his goal.
"That's it!" He wasn't the best of the ideas that he came up with but it was all he had, taking a few deep breaths and clearing his mind he was able to completely steady his heartbeat and relax his body. Even the constant pain from the attacks wasn't enough to shatter this meditative like state he put himself in. One more deep breath and he once again charged forward, it would seem that his guard only really helps with the pain when he was standing still. The burning seemed to have increased tenfold as he started moving, but there was no stopping now. Now that his mind was clear Mister did notice that shots that struck his gloves seemed to just bounce off. Mister began to throw a flurry of strikes pushing her attacks aside, normally he wouldn't be fast enough to stop them all but in this flow-like state, he was more than able to deal with most of them and ignore the ones that did land.
Once he was close enough Peacock tried to quickly pull out a hammer as a kind of last-minute attack, he weaved under it as he closed the distance between the two. Even without eyes, he could tell from her expression that she was in shock that he was able to get this close, the striker was surprised himself but chalked it up to her overconfidence that he was able to get this far. Now it was time for his one chance combo.
"Please, forgive me" He whispered to her, the shocked turned into confusion at his words. Just as she was able to ask what he meant by that he swooped in and gave her a peck on the cheek Valentine's style, it had the desired effect as her body seemed to completely stopped moving after to contact. Taking this opening he gave the teenager a smooth three-piece combo, a jab, lead cross, into an uppercut. It would seem as if the gloves also enhance his strikes as they were able to daze the girl. Seeing that his plan work so far he ran and leaped off the walls until the was high enough to grab onto the vent, he quickly tossed the guard down before climbing into it.
"She couldn't have been any older than like 13, this plan needs to be destroyed" He crawled as fast as he could only moving faster as he heard yelling a the shooting of gunfire echo behind him, he checked his pocket and found that his phone was in one piece still. Checking it he found that as of seven minutes ago Valentine was successful and was waiting at the extraction point, he was going to make sure to give her a piece of his mind when he gets out of his godforsaken place. But what confused him was the text that she sent after.
If you hear the sound of trumpets, run
"What did she mean by that?" Like clockwork when the words left his mouth the sounds of a familiar wind instrument filled his ears. He could only blame himself for even letting those words find their way into the universe, with that he could only push this pain riddled body forward uttering only one more phrase.
"Oh, goddammit"