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Post by Kuma on Apr 22, 2016 5:31:05 GMT
A dense jungle, trees extending endlessly towards the horizon. The stench of humidity and musk flooding the senses, not just the nose, but the sight of clouds of vapor, the taste of the jungle in the mouth, the feeling of heaviness on the skin and tattered clothes damp with water. Even a soft whistling sound coming from the vapor only added to the feeling of pressure surging from the whole, almost primeval, forest. This noise, added to the sounds of nature, formed a harmonious chorus that echoed against the trees, with the wind waving the vines. But without previous notice every sound coming from an animal stopped. The whistle of the steam ominously flooded the whole jungle… until….
A sudden tremor shook the trees, birds, that just moments ago covered the branches like colorful flowers exploded into the air like winged clouds. Yet this weren’t regular birds and whatever made that sound wasn’t common as well, at least not in our world. The tremor happened again and again, each time increasing in power, cadence and proximity. The whole jungle shook around with each quaking step, the only thing such noise could be considering the rhythm of it, with leafs falling from the trees, carpeting the floor with their lush verdant color. As the gigantic steps got closer others sounds joined the chaotic cacophony. Trees falling down, dragging down vines, boulders and wooden carcasses, drawing ever closer with each second.
Finally something else moved apart from the ground. A young man dressed in tattered clothes, patched up with vines, leafs and other improvised elements jumped from a hill, sliding down the muddy slope as if something was chasing him. And something was actually behind him, while his feet splashed down the mud the trees from where he came from crashed down the slope, broken in half as the head of T-Rex blasted through them roaring like only an apex predator can, bellowing without any care as nothing in this place was able to fight against it. At the bottom of the slope, the young man, with spiky black hair drenched in mud and dry blood looked at the top and only managed to utter a single thing.
-Fuckin’ Dinosaurs.-
Kuma presents...
-Everything is ready and packed right?- Ikari asked as looked around, piles of stacked wooden boxes surrounding them. The main room, where the trio of scientist had set up their labs was almost empty, almost everything was inside the boxes and being teleported to an undisclosed location. The only ones still in the facility were Ikari and Shikishima, who was moving the last boxes with the help of DGT. –Yes, we’re almost finishing here, I will miss this place, we managed to… I managed to accomplish my greatest achievement while dragging behind him the crying hack and that second rate Dr. Frankenstein. - Shikishima talked with total arrogance, comfortable in the thought that he was the one that did the most in the two biggest projects the trio of scientist worked on in this facility.
DGT rolled his eyes as he moved the last box into transporter platform. He was a bit tired of being ignored. All the scientists patted their backs all the time without recognizing his skills. Without him this location… damn… any location would’ve been pinpointed anytime anybody used Internet or even tried to do a phone call. Without him nothing would’ve been accomplished, and he was painfully aware of it, yet he swallowed his pride, as at least his employer new his value. The old decrepit men of science didn’t know about it, but he was getting a larger salary than any of them. That fact was more than enough to him content. He was joined by Shikishima, who was still boasting about his great advancements in the development in weapons. Something that, clearly upon an inspection of the man, was paid in spades by his body, covered in bandages and full of burns and scars. –Well Fukushi, get us out of here. - Shikishima passed his hand over his bandages. –All my damned bandages are damp, that’s what I get for staying to long in that crybaby’s lab.-
Ikari nodded and pressed the button to send the almost overburdened teleporter into function, taking them to an undisclosed location. He stayed behind because as mentioned earlier this jump was too loaded with stuff for him to travel along. The Agent of Hatred looked around at the empty room, fixating his eyes on the large empty cylindrical container at back. For a moment he lingered on it before something changed. Like lighting inside his head, a sudden shock on his brain with a jolt of pain following it, making his vision blurry. Ikari fell on a knee as he grabbed his head. His eyes started spewing dark purple flames, so did his mouth. The Renegade Agent grabbed his throat in pain as images flashed on his head. He convulsed on his knees, gasping for air as a strange hand, coated in spiked dark purple armor crawled from his mouth.
Dark lines coursed his skin, as if his veins were filled with the same fire he was breathing out. The hand coming out from his mouth was warping his whole face, now turned into a dark purple bonfire. The hand summoned the flames into its palm and turned them into a single spear, throwing it towards and open door. Ikari fell on the floor drained, incapable to move after such experience. The spear flew through ever twisting corridors, accelerating each second, blazing by lines and lines of doors of many sizes, shapes and colors, the greatest achievement and the greatest sadness of Doctor Lazarus. Something beyond human comprehension, a display of such scientific hubris that clearly could only end in tragedy.
Behind the doors the greatest despair awaited to anybody who opened in hope of finding truth, treasure or meaning. A modern Pandora’s Box for a modern world, the truth behind the limited veil of reality, the far beyond, now close enough to be touched. Inside Lazarus Laboratory his greatest accomplishment was anybodies greatest pain. Nobody was safe from it, not himself, not Ikari…. Not even Kuro-san could take the truth hidden in this palace of possibilities. As possibility, the chance of something happening in the world, was truly the only God Lazarus found in his search for truth and purpose, in his search for lost love and happiness.
The possibility of Ikari’s Gainen resisting the brainwashing given to his master was minimal, but it existed. And this possibility, this miniscule chance, this whim of fate would kick start a chain of events that would shock the world that is Hidden to its core. Hatred’s spear reached a single point in the facility, a blind-spot that barely existed over the waves and crashed against it like an arrow shot by destiny itself. The opening broke the perfect defense to detection, just as Ikari, who regained his bearings, at least the ones he has under the influence of the Forgotten Emperor. This small hole, this crack in an otherwise impenetrable shield was not a weakness, but a call. It was an invitation from fate, to set things right, to return what was lost in the deep dark.
It was a possibility…
And possibility is the real God of mankind….
JHWAB KANTO HQ – JHWAB Monitoring Center
Yoshida, the Monitoring Center grunt in charge of the dreaded Night Shift looked at his screen with tired eyes. The low buzzing of other equipment was less of a bother and more like a lullaby to his tired mind. He was covering the shift of a good friend of his who almost got killed last year during a raid into the HQ. The only reason Yoshida was here and not in the hospital as many others was because his friend Matsu covered his shift that day, so he felt compelled to do the same. He didn’t realize that his friend would be so injured and now he was covering the shift 3 times a week.
His eyes were bloodshot and his eyelids slowly covered them, as if they were water dripping down a wall. His head started swaying back and forth, gently rocking at the beat of a beep on his screen…
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A BEEP ON HIS SCREEN? Yoshida opened his eyes, which didn’t take too long to shift from drowsiness to complete and utter shock. That wasn’t just a blip, it was a burning blaze in the middle of the north Pacific Ocean. Something so big couldn’t be a misread. Yoshida was standing up, he didn’t even realize that the surprise made him jump off his chair, that now rested on the floor. Without a second to waste he contacted the Intelligence Department head, but much to his chagrin Yukishiro wasn’t on the HQ. He tried other high ranking officers, but nobody was in the HQ. The whole Gainen situation was keeping everybody occupied.
The Military Agents fought them off, the Culture Branch was trying to get the help of every Hidden Individual in the country, the Intelligence Branch was in full RD mode, trying to create weapons to fight the Interdimensional Demons off. Who could Yoshida call?
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-THE ECONOMY BRANCH!- Yoshida face palmed before lifting his chair and sitting again in front of the screen to contact anybody from the Economy Branch. –Hello? Main Economy Branch Office? Is there a high ranking officer available? If so come urgently to the Monitoring Room!- Words escaped Yoshida’s mouth like a torrent, crashing against whoever was in the other side of the line. That person replied with an unmistakable kansai accent. –Wait, wait, calm down…. I’m Yuki Minato from the Economy Branch… why do you need me?- She was a bit pissed at it showed. She kind of fell asleep on her office after balancing the budget and Yoshida woke her up with his desperate request. The Intelligence Branch grunt tried to modulate containing his fear and anxiety.
-Sorry ma’am, but I’ve been searching for the highest ranking officer present in the HQ as indicated by the protocol, something very worrying has been detected.- Yuki heard the whole explanation as she tidied up her desk and her hair. –There is a massive power surge in the middle of the Pacific Ocean, way beyond anything I’ve ever seen. - Yoshida’s voice was trembling, evidence of the dread he was feeling. –Calm down, first of all, is it Interdimensional? Because protocol also dictates that you give priority to Interdimensional Energy Spikes.- Yoshida’s ragged breathing, still not under control was the only thing she could her as he checked the equipment and sensors. –No ma’am, but the spike is read as Kami-4, something really powerful is hiding under the sea.-
-KAMI-4!?- Yuki jumped from her chair, changing her communication device to mobile mode as she rushed towards the Monitoring Room. –Don’t move from there, I will get to your location as soon as I can.- She cut the communication and started checking the JHWAB Roster, an advantage any high ranking officer had. –FUCK!- She barked a curse between gritted teeth as she scrolled down the roster. No Military Agents were available… scratch that, no field approved operatives were free to act. Yet something at the bottom of the roster caught her attention.
Third-Party JHWAB Approved Contractors
Yuki pressed the folder icon as she kept striding forward, her high heels clacking on the reinforced floors. It was a list of every BHA or other organization signed up individuals, as well some cleared freelancers that could be called to serve in official JHWAB business. Most of the names were unknowns to Yuki, as she usually worked in the less fun parts of Hidden World Handling. She worked her way through the settings searching for an individual with previous affiliations to the JHWAB, a mostly spotless record and leadership chops. –Let’s see…- She muttered to herself while scrolling down, yet she didn’t have the knowledge to do a proper decision… But she quickly realized she didn’t need to know who to pick, she just had to pick the proper candidate.
The Minato Heir stopped walking and closed her eyes, scrolling over the list with her thumb a couple times. She was trying to let luck choose and if you think that was irresponsible you didn’t know Yuki, as her powers allowed her to be “luckier” than others. There was some old blessing, or maybe a curse, that made Yuki one of the luckiest persons in Japan. Yet to balance out her luck usually affected others, so if she had good luck somebody else would have bad luck in an equally balanced way. She tried to avoid using her powers, even if most of the time they worked on their own, but this time was an emergency. –C’mon… C’mon…. give mommy a good one… I need a good leader… Somebody loyal to the JHWAB…-
She stopped scrolling randomly and pressed the screen, opening her eyes to find the picture of a young man, or at least young looking, you never know in this line of work, with messy blond hair and piercing blue eyes. His facial traits were sharp, almost animalistic, with sharp eyes and even sharper teeth.
Name: Callis Nomene Category: Drifter – Humanoid Threat Level: Kamaitachi 1 / Tengu 5 Affiliation: Bounty Hunter Association Yatagarasu Branch Location: Kyoto
NOTES: Callis Nomene is a humanoid being, self identified as half human and half Saevus (Further investigation needed) categorized as a Drifter, as he is an interdimensional traveler. Callis Nomene has been involved in several incidents in the past 2 years and his presence has been vital to solve or at least lessen the negative effects of some of these. Constant contact was established with him upon his hiring by the BHA Yatagarasu Branch. He has served in crucial mission for the JHWAB in more than one occasion and is highly considered recruiting him to be part of the Military Department in the near future.
Yuki smiled. This was perfect, the more she kept reading the more she was confident that Callis was the right choice to lead a team. She finally reached the Monitoring room as she finished sending a message to Callis with instructions about how to create a team with the assets in the list and send an official JHWAB approval. Making an official JHWAB mission without a single proper agent was a risky move, but difficult problems always needed unorthodox solutions, or at least that was Yuki’s creed. She could only hope while she watched the energy spike and hoped for the best.
Callis received the message, waking up on his Kyoto apartment. Lately he had been working a lot, maybe too much. He was in the fastlane for a promotion in the BHA, capturing many bounties in the area of Kyoto. He had gained a bit more of control over his newfound powers, yet still he felt a bit of unease when using them, as if the mysterious swords had a mind of their own from time to time. For example last week he was chasing a couple of half human half mystic fox thieves and the sword he summoned vanished mid-slash to avoid hurting the criminals, he ended up lifting a stop sign off the ground and using it as a makeshift halberd. Quite a brutish strategy, but the sword disappearing act forced him to improvise.
He read the information in the text message that reached his phone, a commodity he got accustomed to out of necessity. The Beast Knight scrolled down the list looking for prospective allies for such mission. Some were busy, but others he knew and respected were available. He sent invitations to Crow Cementerio and Jose Hernandez without a second of doubt, as both of them were quite skilled and had strong morals. Callis was a bit disappointed that Haruko Miyata wasn’t available, but he found another Miyata in the list, listed as a relative of the Seamstress. He finished picking the last member with a high ranked asset called Johnathan Chandler who seemed to have positive reviews.
The Beast Knight prepped his gear. Finally after quite a long time of pleading and opinions from his BHA comrades he got new clothes for the work, hooked up by a couple of seamstress working part time for the BHA. His new clothing was similar to his old uniform, only that it had more minimalistic features and the materials were cutting edge to balance the lack of magic on it. His red cloak was complete again and his new blue jacket was interwoven with highly resistant materials, while still being very light. He also took a bunch of throwing knives, a skill he wasn’t fond of but was useful from time to time.
He sent the coordinates with the official JHWAB seal to the intended team and travelled towards it to reach it before them so he could wait them in the southern side of an island, split in two halves by massive peaks.
Unbeknown to Callis somebody else was doing something similar in the other side of the peaks, in the northern shores of the island. Falken Degiraz the infamous mercenary, was chilling on a rock waiting for other individuals recruited by his mysterious employers. As he waited the Dual Wielding Angel of Death reminisced about the strange circumstances of his hiring to this particular mission. It happened a couple of days before and it was quite the bizarre meeting.
A tall. too tall to be human, figure cloaked in black entered his office. Whoever he was it was quite clear he wasn’t human, at least not that Falken could know, as none of his sensors managed to get a proper reading out of the mysterious employer who had some sort of distortion around him to block any kind of detection. –Mr. Degiraz? – He asked with a strange, exotic accent. The mysterious employer’s voice had some sort of gurgling behind it, quite off-putting. Falken, who was sitting behind his desk, legs over it, while eating a burger, smiled. –Yeah, that’s me… do you have a job? Because if you don’t have a job you can go fuck yourself.-
The mysterious employer swiftly replied by placing a metallic box on the desk. It was weird, he didn’t seem to be carrying it before, almost as if he pulled it out of nowhere. An electronic noise preceded the side of the box sliding open and revealing at least 50 kilos in gold bars. –I need you to enter an abandoned facility and bring me a particular item, a crystal sphere, of about the size of a nati…. Of a “football”.- He spoke the last sentence with some difficulty, as if he never said most of the words before.- Falken raised an eyebrow. –So much money just for raiding an abandoned facility? I feel that you aren't telling me eveything, am I right?-
The enigmatic customer didn’t reply. The silence was strange, as the faint notions of body language Falken had indicated he was talking to somebody, even if he was silent. Finally the mystery employer broke his silence. –There are many traps and security measures you will need to surpass.- The Infamous Mercenary was content with that reply, this wasn’t the first time he did something like this, so he proceeded to his next question. –Am I doing this alone?- Once again the enigmatic cloaked man took a moment before replying. –No, some of my comrades also extended a similar offer to enhanced humans akin to yourself, they will meet you in the coordinates I will give you.- The hooded man placed a pendrive on the desk.
-Fair enough. - Falken opened one of his drawers, looking at the content before picking a pen and a contract. –I will ask you to sign… HUH!?- When the Infamous Mercenary looked again the employer had disappeared. Even if the whole situation seemed a bit fishy Falken couldn’t avoid feeling a bit curious about the mission, so he took his gear and travelled to the island, waiting in the north shore for the others to arrive.
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Post by Iris on Apr 22, 2016 23:55:17 GMT
It had been another successful night for the smoky thief and she was slightly celebrating in her empty home by herself. Fumi's current 'employers', if you could call them that, had called on her for another small-scale heist. Some rich man's home who'd been butting too many heads of the wrong people, but unfortunately her employers had also forgotten to mention how heavily guarded the home was which made getting out so much more interesting when the alarms went off. It was entertaining at the start at least, but in the end the last glimpse they'd gotten of the intruder was a mass of curls disappearing soundlessly into the night; later, they'd tell their boss that it was like the intruder had 'vanished with a puff of smoke, like a bizarre magic trick'.
Fumi had been trying to relax from her current job, its success was inevitable, but she had taken a tumble or two in the process she hadn't enjoyed. Sitting in what she considered her living room, if it weren't for the piles of shiny knick-knacks and grand-scale valuables, Fumi was bandaging her left knee when she heard the sound of her doorbell ring throughout the entire complex. Halting, eyes widening slightly in surprise, Fumi took the usual friendly sounding bell as rather ominous at this time; if it were her employers, they'd have messaged her first, no one ever came to Fumi's door. Hesitantly, she approached her door and stood on her bare tiptoes to observe through the peephole, but all she was met with was a figure who towered too high for their face to be seen, and their form was entirely...well, dark. Fumi's hesitation and distrust was soon overpowered by her selfish excitement as this weird figure gave her an enticing offer she just couldn't refuse...The day after, Fumi had left with but a whisper of warning to her employers. They were furious, of course, but they couldn't reach her if she abandoned her phone at her home, which they would inevitably storm looking for her; inside, all they'd find on her phone would be a single note saying "I was given an exciting opportunity, I'll be back.~"
With the coordinates written down on a piece of paper, Fumi held the flapping parchment for just a moment before it disappeared into a small burst of smoke as she clutched to the edge of the fast-flying boat that skipped viciously across the water. By the time the vicious chugging of the boat had stopped, Fumi's hair was nothing short of a massive mess, and she clutched to her stomach as its contents emptied into the once beautiful blue sea. Absentmindedly, she begged forgiveness from the sea creatures beneath. Wiping her hand across her mouth, Fumi sat up with a loud sigh and looked to the driver who looked both disgusted and impatient with her, speaking in his language that she couldn't understand. A deep silence took hold of the both of them as she simply looked at him until he restated his previous phrase, palm held out with irritation. Her eyes then widened in understanding and she paid the man his due, he personally couldn't wait to get rid of this bizarre looking girl who hadn't said a word since she'd boarded his boat. Soon he was nothing but a faint speck in the distance as Fumi watched him with her hand over her eyes like a visor on the beachside. Hopefully she wasn't too late for this meeting!
Fumi had purposely asked to be taken a little further away from the meeting point than needed, but she was still on the north side. Looking up, Fumi admired the bizarre peaks that completely separated the island in two and she wondered faintly about why it was like that...but, there wasn't much time for wondering. Combing her hands through her mussed hair, Fumi only stopped to look at the small sheet of paper once again that appeared from seemingly nowhere, only to disappear in plumes of smoke once again that retreated into the very hair she was attempting to repair after the wind had its way.
It took her around 10 minutes of walking along the beach, her shoes eventually coming off and held at her side so she could admire the way the wet, warm sand felt against her feet, for her to come up on their meeting spot. Seemingly, there was only one individual here, but at least it was somebody! Not to mention, there were supposed to be three of them, seems she wasn't late in the slightest. Holding her boots in one hand, Fumi raised her other and waved in a friendly manner, however she didn't say a word to the male on the beach. Instead, she crouched down for a moment and drew her finger across the damp sand, spelling out her words. "I think I'm one of your partners." At the end, she then added a smiley face before standing back up with a wide smile.
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Post by HungryHunter on Apr 23, 2016 2:02:12 GMT
Eve had made many claims of having been a pirate, but the reality was, she had never been on a ship. She would take everything she had ever said about her piracy back if she could only get off of it. "Huntsman... how do you turn off the parts that make you puke on boats?" She huddled by the edge of the boat, ready to loose the contents of her stomach again. "Suck it up. I thought you were the superior sibling?" His mocking croak echoed from multiple mouths.
His form was draped over the top of the small fishing vessel, long muscular arms with paddle-like ends shoving the craft through the water faster than a motor could have pushed it. His twitching snout snuffled in the water, seeking out passing sea life to sustain himself. Eve groaned and leaned over the side, squeezing her eyes tight to avoid looking at the sea. She could almost feel the water dragging her down to the bottom, grabbing her steel bones and never letting go until she was lost on the seabed. It felt like an eternity when the boat finally arrived on shore.
Eve crawled groaning over the side into cold grey water, stomping her way up the beach. She was sticky and pale, but at least she was out of the damn water. Huntsman raised a head with a twitching trunk and a sucking mouth to examine the scene. "Looks like we've got a friend. Want me to eat him?" Secondary mouths along his sides did the speaking. "The tall guy said there were people helping me besides Garo. Patrol the island and don't come back till I call you." Huntsman made a movement that may have been a shrug and slipped off the boat to swim away.
Eve tromped up the beach to face the one already there, ignoring her appearance. Her frazzled hair she could fix. The way her entire body was slick with sweat she could not. Her eagle eyes stopped scanning the mountain to notice the stranger's facial features halfway to him. "Oh, god dammit. Falken, was this some kind of plot!?" She yelled, suspecting he was still mad about that incident hunting Genbu. Or worse, he still thought she would sleep with him. She'd sooner ride on that boat for another 12 hours. She was considering taking a shot when she saw the small girl walking around the corner. "Awwww, are you lost?" It took a moment to realize there's no way a kid should be on this island. "Oh. Another person for the team?"
John jumped out of bed when he heard his phone declare it was bringing sexy back. The figure still in bed mumbled her discontent and rolled over. "Sorry honey. I need to go. You can call me if you need another round, but I can't guarantee I'll pick up." She flippantly waved an arm. He bent to scoop his clothes up in his arm, tilting the pants to slide a little blue scroll out. He popped it open, muttered something, and vanished.
One shower later, Johnathan Chandler dropped his towel and checked out his extensive wardrobe. It looked like he was crawling around some old hellhole, so he'd better not go fancy. He grabbed ordinary boxers and pulled comfortable jeans over them. He donned a comfortable tank top and put a large, bright orange jacket over it, both with two slits in the back. He attached various items to his belt. A sturdy rope of Chimera wool, a strong flashlight, a pack of rations, a small first aid kit, another teleport scroll, and an extra strong walkie talkie.
Another few hours later, John fell out of a portal not far from the target. The teleport guys in the BHA knew their stuff. He wondered just why the JHWAB would call in a French man. He had heard they were having some problems from some of his colleagues in the east, but what they were he didn't know. It appeared whatever it was, it was a burden on their manpower. Well, they were lucky to have him. Through the slits in the back of his clothes, grand wings with dark purple feathers pushed. He glided on these wings that were avian as interpreted by the alien down to the island split in half by its spine of mountains. He spiraled down on the southern side of the island, spotting a vibrant figure in red and blue. He made a beeline for Callis, landing right in front of him. "I assume you're the Callis who called me?" He offered a hand. "Johnathan Chandler. Fenrir Branch of the BHA." He gave his name and a warm smile, bowing briefly.
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Post by Colt of Personality on Apr 23, 2016 2:57:18 GMT
The Call
A phone buzzed against a table hidden amongst various other items including old BHA magazines, bullets, a whiskey bottle, soda cans, fast food wrappers, and much more. A slim dark skin hand picks it up and notices the flashing JHWAB emblem flashing on it. Two cat like amber eyes stared at it before the voice of Toni Sociere, who has been living with Crow Cementerio called out in the small home. “Hey Crow you got a message from Hidden World Affairs Bureau it could be a job.” The voice of the Gunslinger called from somewhere in the home. “Well I guess things must be short-handed if they are reaching out to someone like me.” Meanwhile Toni has open Crow’s phone and was reading the message. “Oh wait it’s from someone named Callis. He is from the Yatagarasu Branch, he is recruiting a team…” At the mention of Callis there was the sound of bare feet on wood moving rapidly. Crow emerged into the room wearing only a small towel around his waist and still slightly wet from the shower. “Did you say Callis? Let me see that?” The (self-proclaimed) Wife of the Gunslinger looked up just as Crow entered the room in all his fan service glory. A red blush from her toes to her head in a matter of seconds and she immediately fainted backwards comical hearts for eyes, the phone went flying into the air. Crow grabbed it out of the air and looked through it reading over the message. “Hmm well the BHA seems to be sending small fry for now so I’ll take any big job I can get. Plus it will be good to see Callis again. Toni are you okay?” There was a faint mumble of some response from the illusionist who now had a small trickle of blood from her noise. “Good pack your stuff we are going immediately.”
A pair of cowboy boots thudded softly in the wet sand alongside a pair of black leather boots. Wearing his (Seamstress enhanced) poncho/cloak which had the sheriff badge with the Gainen medal inside it. Crow walked besides Toni (who was dressed in an outfit not unlike a typical witch) along the southern side of this island looking for Callis Nomene. Along with the Kami Medal Crow brought along Quicksilver, plenty of ammo, a set of various Alchemic bullets created by Toni, a bowie knife, along with a few various items. The Cat Eye Witch was equally prepared bring along her Bag’o’Tricks, her mother’s Spell Book, the Noir Whip +, along with extra ammo for Crow. The Cowboy Hat his beloved cowboy hat titled down his hands in his pockets the sound of the metal and leather rustling filled the air till Toni spoke. “So Crow you never actually explain how you know this Callis person. Who is his exactly? His name seemed familiar.” Crow sighed softly “Yeah you could say we are friends. We crossed paths on different jobs along the way. It’s interesting the Hidden World Affairs Bureau has him leading this team and not one of their own. They must really be short staffed.” Toni replied quietly “Yeah a lot of bounties have been coming from the Hidden World Affairs Bureau. If you ask me it’s kind of unnerving they are usually never this willing to outsource.” Crow nodded a little. “Yeah something big must be happening it will be interesting to see who Callis got for this team.” In the back of the Gunslinger mind he wondered if this was related to what happen on Sakurajima and look over at the medal pinned to his cloak.
It didn’t take long for the two Bounty Hunters to arrive where Callis would be, Crow hawk like eyes spotted two people in the distance one in red he recognized as Callis. “Well we are at the right spot. I can see Callis from here and someone is with him don’t recognize him all.” Toni was still amazed by how well Crow could see sometimes considering it a testament to his background as a Gunslinger for she could barely make out the two figures. They appeared to be two colored dots on the horizon, however as they got closer she seemed to recognize the one with Callis. “Oh my gosh! That’s Johnathan Chandler. He is from the Fenris Branch he is quite popular especially among the ladies.” The Wife of the Gunslinger blushed slightly knowing he had a bit of a reputation as she mumbled to herself, “Easy now. Steel your heart Toni for it belongs to one man.” She quickly grabbed onto Crow’s arm “Don’t worry Crow. My love for you will not waver in the slightest bit. My hand and heart belong to you.” Crow sighed a little annoyed, “Oh well I’m so glad for that. How about you keep that kind of stuff between us.” There was a soft thud and a louder OW! As they came up on Callis and Johnathan (Crow had a small lump on his cheek) the cowboy called out. “Hey Callis!” He patted the Beast Knight on the shoulder, “How it’s going amigo? How is the Yatagarasu Branch treating you? I hope you are staying out of trouble with the ladies.” Crow laughed a little, “I hope you don’t mind I brought a friend, this is Toni…” The Cat Eye Witch cut in cheerfully. “Bonjour!. I’m Toni Sociere I’m from the Artemis Branch with Crow. C'est un plaisir.” Crow meanwhile turned to the other Bounty Hunter offering his leather glove hand. “Nice to meet you partner. I’m Crow Cementerio.” Crow turned back towards Callis as everyone greeted each other. “So Callis who else are we waiting for?”
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Post by waybig1010101 on Apr 23, 2016 16:39:56 GMT
Beautiful bright blue waves brush peacefully against a bizarre square-shape boulder. As a tranquilize breeze blows on the surface of the rock, it wouldn’t take a genius to realize how comfortable it would be to just lay down on the slab all day while appreciating mother nature’s largest ocean. Yet, there were two factors that would make a normal person question their common sense if they close enough to witness this particular stone. First, even though the rock is unnaturally flat, it would still not explain how exactly it is capable of traveling across the ocean as easily as any modern day ship can. And two, why there was a man sitting with his legs cross on top of this rock. The individual in question appears to be close to his mid twenties, even though he was actually younger than twenty. The most regular part of his outfit would easily have to be his sleeveless black shirt, which reveals his extremely muscle arms. But from there, the rest of his attire begins to look a bit strange.
Hanging off his shoulders, almost like a cape, is a rather long and worn-out brown duster coat. Thankfully the breeze hitting the man didn’t seem to be strong enough to remove the coat from his shoulders, but it did make allow the bottom part of the coat to dance slowly in the air. Moving to the lower portion of his body, his legs are covered by a pair of black karate Gi pants, meanwhile his feet are complexity bare as he lacks any socks or shoes. He lost his boots and socks to unfortunate circumstances beforehand when he was on an assignment. He had planned to find a shoe store after his mission was over, but he receive a message from Callis a few minutes after he finish. And not wanting to waste a second, he immediate set out to the location he was told to go to. Still, he didn’t really care about his if his feet being expose. After all, its not like leather boots really offered him any type of protection. Soon enough Jose spots the island and commands his vessel to head to the southern shore.
Once he is within a few hundred feet from the coastline, he stands up and begins to crack his neck. He wasn’t dong this because he wanted to appear tough, rather his neck is just incredible stiff after the long trip. As he tries to relieve his stiff neck, he examines the shore. He was too far away to pick up on notable details, but he could make out the shape of a few people. Soon enough he switches over to use his Ki senses to try to figure out who exactly is waiting for him. He quickly picks up on Callis and Crow, as he is already familiar with them. However, the remaining individuals are complete unknowns. Still, if Callis picked this team, then he has no reason to worry whatever or not he can trust anyone’s skills or character. Regardless, he is pretty excited to work with Crow again. Unfortunately he hasn’t given many opportunities to work with the legendary gunslinger. Hopefully they can succeed here and work together in the future. Though the fact that both Callis and Crow are here can only mean that whatever assignment is on this island is pretty important.
Soon enough he lands on shore and proceeds to walk towards his team. If anyone was paying attention to him, they might notice that as he isn’t leaving behind footprints in the sand. Eventually, he enters a reasonable speaking distance and offers a small gesture as he addresses everyone with a quick question, “Mind if I join you guys? His voice his monotone, and his behavior would appear to be lacking emotion. Making it difficult to gauge the young bounty hunter’s general mood. He gets close enough to be within arm’s reach of Calls and he offers the Beast Knight a solid handshake. As he greets their leader for the mission, he turns his head to Crow for a brief moment to offer him a simple head nod as his own little personal greeting to him.
Earlier that day…A heavy steel door slowly opens up and is accompany by the sound of turning gears. By the time the door to a rusty bunker, which is located in the middle of an abandon military outpost, is completely open does the ghoulish Alexander Stevenson step outside. While walking outside, he begins to cleans his hands with a a small towel. As he takes a few steps away from the bunker, a faint knocking could be heard from within the darkness of the structure. The knocking is repeating in a rather quick and random fashion. Without a doubt, the individual knocking is panicking and is trying to get his attention. However, he just continues his walk and begins a short count down to himself, “3…2…1.” On one, the knocking noise is replace with a sudden shriek that lasts for a split second. He throws his bloody towel on the ground as he approaches a nearby fence to gather up his belongings.
As he inspects his supplies, he notices a new addition to his handbag. Immediately he searches his surroundings in hopes of spotting anyone nearby, yet besides the wild life, there is no living being in sight. Directing his attention back to his belongings, he lifts the bag close to his face and sniffs the object a couple of times before carefully putting it back down. His hands then reach inside and remove a massive yellow envelope that wasn’t there when he left the house today. He checks for any names, addresses, or anything that could tell him who is responsible for delivering this to him, but unfortunately there is nothing informing him of the sender. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a device. The device could probably have pass off as a digital pocket watch, yet rather then the surface display time, instead it is a green screen with small arrows pointing in all directions. He presses a small button on the side, and the machine begins to make a small beeping noise. He places the device right next to the the package as he examines it one more time to ensure that there isn’t a bomb, or anything else dangerous to it.
The machine picks up nothing to alarm him that this could be a trap, but it did detect an unrecognizable residual signature. Whoever delivery this envelope had not only used an unknown method to get this to him, but have also manage to make their tracks untraceable. He places the device back into his pocket and proceeds to open the large envelope. Inside was only a single sheet of paper that contain coordinates and a message, which sums up to, more information on the assignment when you arrive at the rendezvous. The whole scenario is utterly mysterious, yet at the same time, these circumstances intrigues him. He takes out a phone and begins to make the necessary calls to gather his tools and a means of transportation.
A few hours later… Alex jumps off a small private plane with a briefcase in hand. As he falls closer and closer to the island below, he raises his free hand and unleash his wire threads to create his own parachute. As he slowly descends, he tries to survey the island as best as he could, but he is unable to see the majority of the island. Still, he did manage to get a good view on the northern shore, which is where the coordinates told him to be. Down below he already could see a small gathering of individuals. Seeing this, he already has a good idea what the gist of the mission is going to be. Soon enough his feet touch the ground, and at the same time the wire threads that made up his parachute quickly retract back into his wire thread glove. He starts to walk on the shore and go towards where the others are gathering.
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Post by Gosanti on Apr 26, 2016 2:01:26 GMT
A blue dragon crosses the sky and approaches the island. Two boys mount the dragon. One of them wears an orange armor that doesn't really cover his body and has catlike ears on the helmet. The other has no armor and is dressed mostly in blue. That one's the one holding the controls, for this dragon has buttons and levers. It is a robot and also an armor; it is a dragon and also the Dragon, one of the twelve Bots of the Earthkeepers, ancient totem machines based on the Chinese Zodiac. The boy with the cat ears is wearing the Tiger one.
The boy with the controls speaks.
"This is the place. Hey. Victor, wake up!"
"What... Oh! Here we are. Sorry."
"I must be really good at this if I flew so smoothly you fell asleep in the air."
"I'm not lazy."
"I didn't say anything about that!"
"I can sense the sarcasm, man. I know you guys all think I'm lazy. That's part of the reason why you don't want me back on the team."
"Sensitive, is what we think you are. And you're welcome to come back any time. Gotta stick to the rules, though."
"Pffft. Whatever. Look, Nick, I'm doing my own thing now. Like today, my thing is to find out why does Tigerbot want me to come to this island looking for a 'spare part'."
"A spare part, for a mystical robot which regenerates itself. Do you hear yourself? Victor, it is us who are supposed to wear the armors, not the other way around. What is your business following *his* commands?"
"He's smarter than me. In his own way."
"In your own way, you were the smartest of all of us! Don't tell me you just don't know, I want your best guess as to why we're here."
"Fangs."
"What."
"I think the 'spare part' is actually a set of fangs. You know, like a saber-toothed tiger's? Tigerbot doesn't have fangs, not really, and I think he wishes he did. It'd look cool, don't you think?"
"You're wearing his head as a helmet. Fangs would get right in front of your eyes."
"Whatever, man! Somehow I get to see while I'm invisible; I should go blind. I don't make up the rules! Hey, there's the spot."
"Where?"
"See all those fellas gathered down there at the beach? North side. They look weird."
"They do look 'magic'. 'Magic' and trouble."
"No way they got nothing to do with why Tigerbot wants me here. Tell you what, just circle around and let me off right around the corner."
"What corner? It's a beach."
"You know what I mean! I don't want them to see me climb down of a flying dragon."
"I think it makes a pretty good entrance."
"When you're the one on the controls. I'll just look like a dork on a weird tech armor. Walking around... You lift off, I take two steps and that's it. No one will be looking at me while a dragon is flying towards the sky. And when they look down it's just gonna be me walking in the sand getting all wet like a dork."
"Fine."
The dragon circled around and landed. Victor mounted down.
"Yes, this is exactly what I wanted, just outside of the view of the gathering of weirdos. Thanks."
"You're welcome. So what's the plan?"
"The plan", said Victor, as he stretched himself, "is to make an entrance." With a big flash, the armor detached itself from Victor and reformed a few feet away in the form of a robotic tiger. The robot closed his eyes and smiled as Victor scratched behind its ear and mounted ontop of it. "See now? I'm not some dork walking around, wearing metal armor on a beach. I'm a kid on a tiger. That's badass!"
"And it would be even more badass with bigger fangs." Nick started piloting the controls.
Victor smiled. "Say hello to the others for me." The tiger turned around with him and started marching.
"Will do!" The dragon rose into the air. It circled around while leaving. "Hey Victor!"
"Whaaat!"
"Remember how I said you were the smartest one?"
"Yeees!"
"You were also the dorkiest!"
Nick laughed and soon became a dot in the sky. Victor laughed as well and looked ahead, as he let Tigerbot lead him to the others. Just around the metaphorical corner.
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Post by Vapovile on May 1, 2016 18:16:38 GMT
Inside of an plain-looking grey building in the rainy Seattle, Washington, a man dressed in a black suit stood in the middle of a stone arena...slowly looking around at his surroundings. Suddenly, a tiny flash of light appears behind him, disappearing almost as soon as it appeared. Then, a second later, a second flash to his left. If one were able to track objects moving over the speed of sound, they would see what is making the flashes more clearly; a strange figure dressed in a black button-up shirt and long black pants was rocketing around the arena, holding two silver daggers at her sides...ready to strike. The strangest thing about this swift figure was her face; obscured by a plain white fox-like mask with purple detailing along the sides, and two bright blue eyes staring at her target.
The masked figure finally decided to strike, moving at incredible speeds that a normal eye would fail to track into the area to the left of the man in the suit, and slashing her daggers at his side in an x-formation downwards. Suddenly, the man swings his body to the side facing the masked fighter, and using the two tonfas attached to his arms, clashes them against the daggers. The sound of metal scraping against each other could be heard across the room, as the forward momentum of both fighters was halted. However, the masked fighter quickly ducks down below his tonfas, and brings her right leg straight up into his jaw. The suited man didn't anticipate this move, and staggered back slightly from the blow. He looked at his opponent once more, and nodded his head. "Very good, you managed to land a blow on my person. You pass." The suited man, Alex Miyata, was the head of the Hidden World Intelligence and Containment organization's Enforcement division, overseeing hundreds of operatives all over the world bringing supernatural criminals to justice. The masked fighter merely nodded in response, removing her mask to reveal a girl that looked to be in her early 20s, skin appearing to be of Japanese descent, and dark black hair that flowed down her back. Just as she began to leave the arena, Alex's phone began to ring with a new message.
"Callis Nomene...it must be dire if the JHWAB are calling us for help." Alex himself didn't have many agents to spare, but he wanted to take a field mission today anyway to get away from having to do another stack of paperwork for a bit. But showing up alone would not be ideal for an organization such as themselves. He needed a partner...and there was one here already. "...Mizuki Saionji. There is a mission available if you choose to accept it. You still need to do more if you wish to be promoted in my division." Alex knew that she wanted to move up in the organization, and this was the perfect opportunity. Without saying a word, Mizuki nods her head.
On the island near Callis and the others, a tall blue portal opens up and the two fighters step out of it, Alex holding out his phone while Mizuki stared forward with face of cold professionalism. Once Alex saw Callis, he walks up to the knight. "Alex Miyata, captain of the HWIC Enforcement division. Pleased to make your acquaintance." He offers his hand for Callis to shake. Alex didn't seem concerned with anyone else there, while Mizuki slowly began to size up the personalities of the people. Who wears a cowboy hat these days...?
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Post by Kuma on May 5, 2016 4:14:59 GMT
-Hello little lady, I’m Falken Degiraz, mercenary, assassin and all around badass.- The Infamous Mercenary introduced himself to the Smoky Bandit while leaning against a large boulder. Falken was dressed with his usual work attire, black cargo pants with kneepads, black combat boots, a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up, biking gloves, elbow-pads, a bulletproof vest reinforced with scales of a corrupted black dragon and a red tie. –I gather you got the same gig as me, bloody tall blokes, a lot of unmarked gold?- The Infamous Mercenary didn’t even wait for Fumi’s reply as his sensors and eerily red glowing cybernetic eye noticed the next guest arriving to the island.
-Oh! Looking fine sweet cheeks.- Falken whistled at Eve and clapped his hand against his thigh while mimicking a wolf howl. The Dual Wielding Angel of Death was really happy to work with Eve again, she had some serious firepower on her chest… and her cannon was also great in a fight. Falken walked towards her but he stopped midway, as a shadow blocked the sun, something was over them. His enhanced eyesight adjusted the contrast of the sun so he could see the details of what just was the outline of a man in a parachute. He blocked the sun with his hand over his brow and squinted, finally seeing Alexander. -007 Creep? Those bloody wires really are useful, need to get me one of those.-
The Infamous Mercenary looked around after noticing the Grostesque Hunter falling towards them. He glanced nervously at his surroundings and finally sighed in relief. –With the creepy bastard incoming this seemed to start turning into a hunter-con, but thankfully that old bastard isn’t her- A whistling sound, followed by the piercing noise of something plunging into the sand interrupted Falken, who looked down to find an arrow between his legs. The Mercenary followed the trajectory of the arrow and found Garo Takayama lazily leaning against a bent palm tree. He was wearing a lighter version of his usual outfit, sleeveless and with ¾ pants. He had comfortable sport sandals and fingerless archery gloves.
–I was here even before you third rate tin can.- Garo taunted Falken as he dropped from his comfortable position. –You really need to check your sensors if they couldn’t detect an “old bastard” sneaking around I don’t think they would work in a proper fight.- The Old Hunter smirked. –Not that you ever were in one without all your fancy implants.- Falken was trying his best to look aloof and act like he didn’t care about Garo’s taunts, but he was doing a very poor job at it. The Veteran Hunter ignored the Infamous Mercenary reaction and focused his attention on Eve. –Hello boss, so you also jumped at the chance of this oh so peculiar mission?- It was weird, Garo seemed… happy, he was usually taciturn and stoic, but now he was all smiles and had a very bizarre swagger on his movements and insults to Falken.
-The bands gets back together… I just hope we don’t need to kill another god…- Garo stops talking looking at Fumi. –Little girl, you better go home, this might be dangerous and I don’t care about what fancy powers you have, you will only get on our way.- This wasn’t said with arrogance or any kind of superiority. The Old Hunter’s paternal instincts were on play here.
-Callis Nomene, Yatagarasu Branch of the BHA.- The Beast Knight stretched John’s hand while he looked at the Heartthrob Hunter trying to figure him out. A soft tinge of warning from his instincts was more than enough to tell Callis that John had a lot hidden inside of him. –Mes Chandler, I was deputized by the JHWAB to handle this investigation, so in theory I am the leader of the team, yet is not my desire to lord over others. - The Beast Knight explained, trying to remain true to his code, as he was a protector, not a leader, plus last time he took point for a JHWAB mission almost half of an important historical monument in Kyoto was destroyed. –I hope we can work efficiently and solve this situation as calmly as we can.- It was hard trying to pull off a leader-like speech, specially for Callis who never got that kind of experience, even back on his world, as he was used more as a weapon than a team member.
The Beast Knight was a bit surprised by the familiar treatment given to him by Crow. Callis met the Gunslinger just a handful of times, yet the Artemis Branch Bounty Hunter always was so happy to see him. Maybe it was a custom of that continent called America. –He-hello Mes Cementerio.- The scent of Toni, who clearly used perfume and was sending every vibe she could towards Crow was more than enough to start affecting the Beast Knight, who was trying really hard not to breath in and start behaving like a fool. –I do not…I do not have any troubles with the ladies…whatever that means.- Callis softly blushed when Toni got nearer and he tried to his best to avoid eye contact with the Cheerful Bounty Hunter. –Same… eh… yes…- He replied without looking at her.
-We are waiting for Jose Hernandez, a very talented Bounty Hunter I worked with before for some missions of the BHA.- Callis might have spoken a bit too fast, hoping to use the change of topic to avoid continuing his chat with Toni. He sighed, realizing he almost said everything in a single uninterrupted blurt of sound and tried to calm himself down for the next part. –And we are also waiting for Alex Miyata, seemingly according to the JHWAB he is Messa Miyata’s brother, and as she was unavailable at the moment I considered that he might be an asset if he is as good as his sister.- Callis made a pause. –I actually ignored a warning about not calling him placed by the JHWAB’s leader, not because of a failing from them, but from some sort of competitive nature among this orde…organizations.-
As he finished that line Jose arrived to the shore greeting everybody. Callis shook the hand he was offered. –Thank you for answering my call Mes Hernandez, as this situation might be dire if the JHWAB asked us to intervene.- For the first time since the whole introduction round started the Beast Knight seemed calm, he even cracked a faint half smile. –I just hope this does not end like Kyoto…- Callis shook his head. –What happened there was too intense for my tastes.- The moment he said that a tall blue portal opened up near the group and without a speck of hesitation the Beast Knight started to summon a sword until he saw Alex Miyata and a young teen coming out from it. Callis didn’t fully manifest the Notio Gladio, so it never took proper form. He lowered his guard when Haruko’s brother came towards him.
The Lost Knight stretched Alex’s hand. –Thanks for assisting me in this difficult mission Mes Miyata.- Callis demeanor mirrored the HWIC Agents. –I picked you even after reading the JHWAB warnings because I think that...- The Beast Knight drifted off mid sentence as his head turned in a single instinctive move, like an animal in the prowl for prey. His nose twitched and he slowly squinted his eyes, noticing something on the distance his enhanced senses were allowing him to pick on. Somebody else was in the island, somebody he didn’t call, somebody who had the stench of metal and technology around him.
–We have an intruder.- Callis muttered as he rushed towards Victor’s location. The Beast Knight was running as fast as he could, with surprisingly light strides that didn’t lift any sand from the beach. The best comparison was a large feline rushing towards an antilope. Callis summoned a Notio Gladius and grabbed it by the tip, throwin it like a knife aiming behind Victor and Tigerbot, to distract them, his real attack was a knee strike aimed to knock down the teen and pin him against the floor.
Far away, too far to be measured, there was a very old man dressed in a white tunic. He was completely bald and lacked facial hair. His thin white eyebrows over his wrinkle surrounded eyes were swayed by the wind. He was standing alone in a stone courtyard, besides a wooden temple in the middle of snowy mountains, just over a steep cliffside. He was using a rustic broom to clean the stone boulders that composed the floor he was standing in, but he stopped. Something caught his attention, a sound, something he saw, maybe something he just sensed. He looked to the sky and between the few teeth he still had he muttered.
-Hum… I think the time is right to fix what is broken… Or at least give them a possibility…-
-Tsk… I couldn’t be more bored even if I tried.- A young man sitting in front of a wooden cupboard (doubling as a makeshift desk) looked at a computer screen with tired eyes. He glanced around the room looking at the light green wallpaper, the maroon dressers and his white bed, with a green camo blanket over it. He lazily stretched his arms and the proceeded to scratch his chin while swinging his wooden chair back. He was really bored, hoping that something out of the ordinary happened. He looked around, as if he was waiting for an extraordinary event to occur inside his room, but he quickly discarded the thought and restarted to work, typing on his computer.
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Post by Iris on May 5, 2016 5:51:10 GMT
'All around badass', that line made her stifle a sound that was similar to laughter, but more hushed. It took some real interesting confidence to introduce yourself that way, certainly had a lot of character to it! Considering the types she typically operated around, this man was already a refreshing breath of fresh air compared to the stiff suit and all business attitude her employers always gave her. With Falken Degiraz's question, Fumi just gave a quick nod of her , using one hand to rub her thumb against the tips of her fingers with a wide smile on her lips, giving the gesture that universally meant "lots of money". She hadn't even realized she hadn't given her name back yet, but she didn't quite get to as the sound of waves being parted as if by boat grabbed her attention.
The woman that approached looked about how Fumi had imagined herself when she'd first hit land; vehicular travel had never been something she could stomach either, ESPECIALLY boats. Something about being on open water added in a whole different level of nausea, and clearly this woman, who Fumi could gather from the ear-splitting whistle and commentary from Falken that they were already acquainted, clearly held the same naval sentiment. At first, Fumi could tell the woman was tall, but when she finally stomped her way up towards their position, she found her neck almost hurting from having to look up to the hulking form and her friend, who Fumi saw for only a second, seemed to disappear out of nowhere. Judging by the banter that ensued these following two, it already seemed like the group was getting more and more interesting by the minute...but then she mistook her for a child. Grunting slightly, Fumi felt admonished even though it was something she should have gotten used to by now, but all she could do was huff slightly while mouthing to herself 'not a child'.
Fumi's attention was much later to react to the things happening around her as she excitedly tried to take it all in. Her bare feet pressed hard in the sand as she rocked back and forth, admiring these odd and interesting people that just seemed to grow larger and larger as a man literally dropped from the sky. Creating a steeple of her fingers together in front of her mouth, Fumi let out a quiet sound of awe as he appeared, not quite gathering his name aside from the harsh one Falken mentioned and Fumi got the vibe that it wasn't exactly his real name in all likelihood.
All in all, it'd looked like that this was the end to their party, but how little she knew! A constant excited bystander, Fumi saw the arrow now firmly planted in the tree and also followed the path similarly with her bright, wide, crimson gaze to the older looking fellow who also began to aggressively banter with Falken; all in all, didn't seem like this guy was liked too much, which she didn't quite get! Sure he seemed a little...abrasive, but he couldn't be THAT bad.
Certainly, it'd seemed they all knew each other in one way or another, so naturally she was the odd one out from this group and it'd seemed they all had the similar way of referring to her. "Little." That word had been repeated quite a bit already...and the taller woman already thought she was a child. It didn't really plead her case well either when she puffed her left cheek with air slightly in an irritated manner; sure she was a little...short. And flat. But she didn't look THAT much like a kid! Already rubbed slightly the wrong way, Fumi only crossed her arms over her chest as the older man approached her, telling her how she'd get in the way. As if! Not getting in the way was her specialty! Turning her head away from him, she gave a slight 'hmph' while grumbling to herself.
Dropping her boots to the ground, she only interjected by swirling her finger in the sand once again to write out her plight. "I'm 20 and I'm not going anywhere!", then she simply plopped down onto the ground and began to pat the sand off her legs while putting her boots back on. There was so much sand...undoubtedly she'd have a portable sandbox with her on this journey now thanks to her hair that sat heftily in the sand as well. Idly, through her sulking, Fumi considered that perhaps she should have mentioned to them the key element of her being mute...Whatever! She was only here for the money anyways!
Hopping back up, she stretched her arms high above her head, causing her hair to bunch up around her face and shoulders as she felt the satisfying pop of her back. Meeting them all was interesting and stuff, but they did have a job to do and THAT she was very excited for. The words of that creepy cloaked figure came back to her, "a large crystal gem" the size of a freaking football...man, what a catch that'd be. Her fingers were itching at the thought of getting her hands on it!
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Post by HungryHunter on May 7, 2016 1:16:04 GMT
Eve suppressed a groan at Falken's greeting in favor of tipping her hat to Fumi. "Pleased to meet you, kid. I'm Eve Harper, leader of the Wild Hunt. That's Garo Takayama, master tracker. The guy who parachuted in is Alex Stevenson, our trap guy. And the asshole is Falken. He's an asshole." She offered a hand to shake. "What's your name and what's your deal?" After Fumi gave an answer, she would turn to the landscape and survey it more closely. She wanted a good grasp on this place so she could figure out what she's doing.
John was utterly relaxed and human to the naked eye, but anybody with Callis' senses could easily tell he wasn't human. His scent was filled with a musk no human produced, along with that little sulfur tint all demons carried. "That's cool. I prefer partners to bosses." He released to wave at Crow and Toni. He recognized both from the pages of the BHA's magazine, although the Atlantic separated them physically so he had never met them. His eyes didn't linger on Toni, just noting of course her eyes and taking in his language spoken from her lips. "Ah, Miss Sociere, I hear New Orleans on your lips. Such a beautiful city, only improved by producing a woman of your talents. And Mr Cementario, your reputation also precedes you. I look forward to working with you both."
He took Crow's hand and happily shook it, leather in his hand reminding him of who he met last night. The hat too. He wasn't so insecure he would deny Crow wore them well, and he was still at total ease when he extended his hand to Toni. Before she would have time to accept or decline the offer, Callis' movement made him snap to attention and follow the knight's tracks. He realized as Callis was attacking that it was just a kid and made a snap decision. "Callis! Calm down!" He launched a flare of blue flame into the air, making an attention grabbing roar and lighting the rocks up like sapphires.
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Post by Gosanti on May 7, 2016 21:56:16 GMT
The sun. The beach. The blue sky. An adventure! Victor had to admit, he felt pretty positive as Tigerbot led him to the weirdos. He felt lucky! The next thing he felt was a knee against his chest. He fell to the ground, backwards. Tigerbot had noticed the blade falling into the sand behid them, but before he could warn Victor, Callis was already onto them. He furiously went for Callis' throat. Through the sand on his eyes Victor could see the blue flame, and heard the roar. From the ground he saw the rocks glowing like sapphires, and realized he hadn't noticed them yet. The sun, the beach. The blue sky. And now, the rocks, but also the weirdos. A lucky day?
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Post by Colt of Personality on May 8, 2016 1:53:27 GMT
New Kid on the Beach
The Gunslinger seemed pleasantly surprised by the names Callis listed off for this current mission, Jose was a nice addition to the team the kid was relatively new to the BHA but reliable. While Crow was had only worked with him a few times in the past he knew the Earth Shaker had great potential wasn’t one to back down from fights. However the noise that Alex Miyata of the HWIC wasn’t as pleasant while the Miyata sibling was powerful enough in his own right it seemed that the BHA and HWIC were just always at odds. It didn’t take long for the others to join the group soon Jose arrived in style on a water born rock surfing across the ocean. While Callis and Jose greeted each other Crow tipped his hat towards him in a friendly greeting, “Good to see you again Jose. I’m glad Callis recruiting someone as strong as you to the team.” Not long after that Alex Miyata and a young teen appeared from a blue teleport. While Alex and Callis chatted a little Crow and Toni were talking to Johnathan. The Fenrir Branch BH complimented Toni on her accent and the illusionist fought hard against blushing. “Why thank you Monsieur but please call me Toni. Speaking of reputations I hear you have become quite popular among some in the Fenrir Branch. A lot of people want you to have an interview in the BHA magazine.” Toni tried to skate around the fact that it was mainly the women who were clamoring over the handsome bounty hunter. Even she was likely to fall for his good likes but suddenly she felt the leather glove hand of Crow on her shoulder and was almost instantly reminded of where her heart belonged. “Nice to be working with someone from the Fenrir Branch who seems decent most of my encounters with fellow Hunters from there are quite troublesome.” Crow was of course referring to the Gentleman Bounty Hunter Owen Soliel.
The Rail-gun was going to say hi to Alex and the person he brought along but it seemed Callis was sensing and reacting to someone approaching them. The speed of Callis was quite remarkable Crow could normally draw Quicksilver in less than a second. However by the time the Gunslinger had his revolver ready and aimed the Feral Knight had the intruder pinned down. Toni reacted along a second or two after Crow drawing her Noir Whip + and lashed it wildly at the ground. She then realized that somehow Crow had moved in front of her in the process almost like he was trying to keep her safe but she laughed it off assuming it meant he wanted a better shot. Crow saw a strange robotic like tiger lunging for Callis and fired 2 shots in its direction (1 as a warning and another as a wounding shot). He was about to fire a third when Johnathan called attention to the fact the intruder was a kid but Crow was quick on the reply. “Kid or not Johnathan he could be an enemy. To underestimate someone because of the age and appearance can be deadly as poking a rattlesnake. (If only Crow knew of Fumi on the other side of the island) Besides what kids do you know walk around with a pet robot tiger. This isn’t some Saturday morning cartoon.” Crow suddenly moved over towards the pinned Victor, “This party was supposed to be invitation only kid show I suggest you start showing some papers.” Toni however seemed to be on Johnathan. “Crow come on he is just some kid there no reason to really interrogate him is there? Maybe at least let him up so he talk properly.”
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Post by waybig1010101 on May 12, 2016 5:03:37 GMT
Not long after Callis rushes towards the intruders, Jose sinks into the ground like a rock in water. The moment that Callis' knee crushes into the lad, the young bounty hunter emerges from the sand. He now stands behind Victor, yet his focus was not on him, at least not right away, but rather the robotic tiger. Tapping the ground with his bare foot, the sand around the tiger erupts with the goal of unbalancing the the mechanical beast and create some distance by launching it away from them. He didn't want to harm the creature without knowing who and what exactly they dealing with here. Still, he is more than prepare to defend himself and the others should they act hostile. Turning his attention to the kid, he could't help but begins to develop a soft spot for him. He didn't like the sight of seeing someone so young in a situation like this. "Let him speak." he said in response to Toni's words. Crouching down and letting his hands appear to play with the sand, he waits patiently to listen to the boy's words. And while his ears are focus on Victor, his eyes stare at the boy's metal companion.
After seeing both Eve and Falken, Alex is not the least surprise to see Garo showing up here as well. Paying close attention to the exchange, he is curious as to the reason behind his fellow deity hunter's extremely joyful mood. He also starts to wonder if this is another god slaying assignment, but he doubt that Minister Hou was behind this. If the veteran leader was in charge of this operation, he would have receive the mission in a much different fashion then finding an envelope in his own personal belongings. Adjusting his eyes to the young looking girl, he comprehend her status as a mute rather quickly. Using what little knowledge of sign language he remembered, he signals to Fumi, -I don't care to know how old you are, or how you look. I only care if you can get the job done-
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Post by Vapovile on May 12, 2016 17:43:54 GMT
As Alex shook Callis's hand, he looked at the beast knight curiously as he seemed to be distracted. These suspicions were soon confirmed as he shouted out that there was an intruder, and began rushing toward what Alex assumed to be the culprit's scent. Was this really proper JHWAB protocol; rushing at anyone you don't recognize and pinning them down? Matters weren't improved when Alex noticed that Crow Cementerio was one of the people rushing at whomever was nearby, having dealt with Crow and his reckless nature before on one occasion. It appeared as if Crow was continuing his reckless behavior by firing a warning shot out of his gun, followed by one aimed at the robotic tiger.
Stepping into another portal, Alex reappears directly in front of Jose and the mechanical tiger, his tonfas now drawn as he swings at the wounding shot, knocking the bullet down into the ground as Jose launched Tigerbot away from them. Glancing between everyone, Alex shakes his head slightly. "You all sense one unfamiliar presence, and your first response is to swarm it? Of course someone is going to react defensively if you assault them first." Turning to face Victor, Alex stares down at the newcomer. "This is a private meeting location. Why are you here?" Alex didn't know who this person was, so he wouldn't give his name just yet. Nearby, Mizuki had drawn one of her daggers and was standing in between Tigerbot and Alex, watching it with unflinching determination for any sign of continued aggression.
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Post by Kuma on May 14, 2016 3:27:04 GMT
Garo smiled and nodded, seemingly accepting her answer. The Old Hunter was about to greet Alexander, but he stopped when he saw him using sign language to talk to Fumi. That explained her sudden burst of improvised calligraphy on the sand to talk, Garo thought she might be shy, he didn’t considered her being incapable of talking. Falken lazily leaned once again with his eyes closed. Upon hearing Eve call him an asshole his only reaction was clucking his tongue and snapping with –Tsk! I take… some offense to that- then he stretched his arms. The Infamous Mercenary yawned and opened his eyes, standing tall. –We are here to investigate something under the island, any pointers about where should we start? - He asked to nobody in particular.
The Veteran Archer, still smiling, decided to reply. –I did a bit of scouting of the island as I arrived early, I couldn’t check the southern shore because there is no easy way to get there, but I found a fortified door in the foot of the peaks south from this beach, among the trees.- Garo walked towards the direction he pointed. –I didn’t find any control panel to hack or a keyhole, but there was a small vent, I couldn’t fit through it, but maybe…- He turned around and pointed at Fumi. –Maybe she can fit through it and see if she can open the door from the inside.- Falken yawned. –Boooooring I say we blast the damn door with heavy firepower, I bet between Eve, Edward Wire-Hands and myself we can handle one flimsy door.-
Garo looked around at the gathered group. –So do we use stealth? Or do we behave like teenagers?- His inflexion clearly pointed out that the first idea was the more reasonable and the second, adding a long annoyed look at Falken, was pure stupidity.
Callis had another blade on his hand pointing at Tigerbot to keep him at bay, he was using his weight to pin Victor down on the sand, his blue eyes had a dangerous shine on them. Yet there was no anger or hatred in the Beast Knight face or body language, it was more a reflex than anything else. Back in his homeworld during the fights against the monsters known as Unda, it was of utmost importance to attack as soon as possible, as the creatures were incredibly dangerous the more they fought, as they adapted to anything one could throw them, given enough time. These memories were the root of Callis’ often misplaced combat instincts. The Knight heard his comrades words and slowly, without breaking eye contact or projecting pressure he released Victor from his pin and took a couple of steps backward.
His sword was still cautiously pointing at Tigerbot, but his face was displaying less intensity and the dangerous glow vanished from his eyes. –My apologies young man, but as my comrades have explained this is not an area available to people without proper authorization, so I would kindly ask that you explain your reasons to come here with luxury of details, unless you plan to be detained by the JHWAB.- Callis was quite composed, some of his current comrades mistook his readiness for action with brutality, but back in Centris a kid the age of Victor was already training in the city guard or the army, so the Beast Knight, as Crow explained in such a folky way, wasn’t underestimating the kid. –You could start by telling us what matter of creature is your companion, I have seen automatons while I was in this world, but none as life-like as yours.-
The ruins of castle atop a solitary mountain surrounded by deep cliffs. A sturdy stone bridge connected the flat mountain top with the other side of the cliffs, following a road overlooking a large city filled with buildings with white walls and blue tiled rooftops sprinkled in snow. A large congregation of people gathered around a pile of flowers covering an overturned throne. Standing over said throne the petrified remains of what once was a man, with his hands extended upwards and his fingers bent like claws. The multitude carried torches, lit candles and strange devices, similar to torches but with illuminated crystals instead of flames.
-We’re here to remember the nameless hero who gave his life for this kingdom, the one who fought for us even when we shunned him.- Everybody lifted their torches and started singing. Heros sine nomine, vita et succendit, gladius vester dedit vobis, nam omnes ex nobis, Ubicumque es, ut te inveniet requiem.
Darkness, pure jet black shadows extending as far as her eyes could see. Something was wrong. Something was off. Up was down, left was right. Her mind couldn’t comprehend it, her body couldn’t move. Darkness as far as her eyes could see.
The old man in the white tunic entered the temple. He lived alone, a self imposed exile, not that he had any other option. He glanced at his dusty cottage and with deliberate slowness, as his body wasn’t as strong as it was, he started cleaning. “How many have they been already, lately I only get the same visitors over and over, maybe this time around they will tell another tale… I can’t believe I used to be so clever… or maybe they just weren’t as clever as I was…” Those thoughts crossed his mind as he repeated a routine he had been doing for the past months, cleaning and preparing some meager refreshments for the same and different guests that came to his humble abode in search of truth… or better put in search of possibilities to latch on.
The young man inside the room with the green wallpaper was softly hitting his head against the keyboard. Maybe he was trying out a new typing technique, but that just a lie to cover the truth, he was really bored and frustrated. He wanted to work but words didn’t seem to flow from his fingertips to the keyboard as easily as always. Something wasn’t quite right today, almost as if the inspiration was actively escaping him. Annoyed he leaned back on his chair cracking his knuckles over his head. -For the love of God I hope something interesting happens to day or I will start punching a wall or something….-
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Post by Iris on May 14, 2016 18:38:21 GMT
Fumi couldn't help but roll her eyes at first when Alexander began to speak with her, his statement full of pretentious underestimating of her, but when it clicked that he had just signed to her, Fumi quickly turned her attitude around. Bubbling with over-excitement, she clapped her hands together for a moment and began to sign back to him, over-joyous and extremely fast as she did so, mouthing a few words out as she'd been taught to long ago. "You can sign?! That's amazing! I've only met maybe...3 people that can!" Tapping her lips slightly, then her throat, to answer a question nobody asked and he clearly already knew the answer to. "I'm mute, so I can only talk like this. Takes less time than writing though!" Holding her hands together and resting her cheeks on them, she was beaming with excitement at the small, short, and one-sided conversation she had with him before clearing her throat lightly while gaining her composure to acknowledge what he'd actually said to her. "I'd say the same to you. Stealing things is kind of what I do, this job's right up my alley."
Still bubbling inside, Fumi felt more invigorated than ever to carry out this mission. It was always nice to actually talk to someone for once; her main employer knew enough, but never really had the decency to use it. Their talks were ALWAYS one-sided anyways. Yet among all these weird faces talking to each other about their strategies and ways to infiltrate the door the cranky older man spoke about, Fumi admired their initiative. Usually she didn't have plans, just went in and took what she want! Which, honestly, she was deciding to do here too. Clearing her throat again slightly to garner some attention, she held up her index finger as an indication that she agreed with Garo's first suggestion, then she tuckered down again to her unlaced boots, hastily writing in the sand once more. "This isn't my first fortified door, I can get us in!" Still being slightly vague, Fumi furrowed her brows slightly as she tried to write the rest out, cringing only when sand got under her nails. "If it's really big, it might take me a little bit, but I can get us in there. Most importantly, I can do it silently." Noticing the dangling laces of her boots, Fumi stopped to tie them, then stood up while giving her arms a high stretch, tilting from side to side before setting her hands on her hips, looking proud of herself as she held up her left hand, making a small circle with her index and thumb finger, the others staying up in a symbol of "alright".
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Post by HungryHunter on May 14, 2016 21:53:54 GMT
"Thanks Garo. You're a pro as always." Eve gave a thumbs up and paused to gauge the situation. None of them were particularly stealthy, besides perhaps this girl. She turned to Fumi. "You've got 30 minutes once we get to the door. Get it open and we'll have you scout ahead for security. If you're not back by then, we bust it down." She glanced back at Garo. "Please lead us to the door, Garo." She asked, insides shifting to keep track of just what she had. She could probably knock a door down just fine. Playing stealth was less her forte.
"We're all professionals here. If he had tried anything, I doubt it would pose an issue. We don't need to get violent." John protested. This was already getting out of hand. He really needed to stop working with Artemis branch hunters. They were a lot wilder on the other side of the Atlantic.
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Post by Gosanti on May 16, 2016 15:02:21 GMT
"Looks like you got yourselves into a Prisoner's Dilemma situation here", Victor said. "Attacking me just in case I attacked you? Come on. What kind of supergroup are you? Relax, Tigerbot."
On command, the robot sat and stared at those close to it, slowly swinging its tail.
"Wait", Victor continued. "You... You guys aren't villains, right? Damn, am I supposed to *stop* you?... Well, for what it's worth, my name's Victor and I'm an Earthkeeper. We protect the Earth with mystical robots based on the Chinese zodiac. Mine's Tiger. He mystically told me I should be here today, they're mysterious like that. Anyway, I thought you guys looked like you don't belong here, like you'd know if something out of the ordinary was going on. Does any of you perhaps know where can I find a spare part for my robot?"
Victor cleared his throat.
"Oh, and I won't say anything about you not knowing who the Earthkeepers are, if you'll forgive me for not knowing about this JHWAB."
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Post by waybig1010101 on May 16, 2016 20:48:58 GMT
Jose has no clue what Victor is talking about when he starts mentioning his affiliation as an Earthkeeper. Once again, he finds himself slightly overwhelm by the sheer size and mystery that makes up the world. Even after getting involve with the BHA, for every truth he discovers, more secrets are born in the shadows. Why can't there there be a nicely organized wikipedia page out there that can just inform him of everything he needs to know, so he doesn't have to deal with this surprises on a consistent basis. Sadly, such a web page would be far too convenient to exist in such a difficult world. And if it did exist, he knew he lacks the longevity to even be able to read and comprehend a millionth of the information. Regardless, this is not the time to ponder the depth of the hidden world. They all have an important assignment to complete, and he has a strong feeling that he can't afford to fail here.
"Looking at the others first to see their reactions, he eventually turns his gaze onto the beast knight and asks, “Do you have a means to contact the JHWAB? If so, we should let them know about Victor’s presence here immediately. Especially if they have a prefer protocol to deal with this situation.” His suggestion to inform the JHWAB and inquire about a course of action from them is not contributed to any sense of loyalty to the Japanese hidden world organization, rather he wishes to honor the agreement between the hidden world organizations of mutual cooperation. And considering that this is their operation after all, it would only be right to discuss the current dilemma with them if possible. Though, at the end of the day, he will trust Callis’ judgment.
Listening to Garo’s information, he didn’t have any complaints with his plan. Though, if it comes down to it, he didn’t mind trying out Falken’s idea either. Yet, for the sake of mission's success, it would probably be more beneficial if Fumi can manage to get the door open without alarming anyone, or anything. Actually, these turn of events make him glad that the girl is going to start of displaying her skills and usefulness right away. He was very interested in witnessing how well the mute girl performs with this task. For he already trusts everyone's skills, and knows their personalities enough to be comfortable working with them. Yet, he knows nothing about her. And so he sees this assignment given to her as a test in a way. Pass or fail, this assignment will highly impact his impression on her. Remains silent as usual, he prepares to follow the veteran hunter to the door.
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Post by Vapovile on May 19, 2016 4:01:42 GMT
As Victor explained his reason for being there, Alex looks at his with clear doubt in his expression. "The tiger told you to be here today? And you just blindly follow it's will?" Alex didn't know anything about any 'Earthkeepers', so this all sounded like the kid was making up excuses to come along with them. However...he didn't appear to be particularly hostile while being attacked, either. Putting away his weapons, Alex looks over toward Mizuki. "The tiger's no longer hostile, at ease." On command, the girl sheathes her daggers and walks back to the area with everyone else, staring blankly at Victor, trying to get a read on the newcomer as well.
Listening to Jose's question, Alex glances over to Callis's direction as well. "I'd like to know if the JHWAB has any information on this guy. We wouldn't want any wanted criminals trailing with us on a mission, would we?" Truthfully, Alex could just as easily contact Aria and have the Intelligence division give them any information they might have on Victor. But Alex knew that Callis was here on JHWAB business, and Alex didn't feel like dealing with the bureaucracy of having two competing people leading this group.
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