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Post by Kuma on Aug 22, 2021 22:50:51 GMT
Roshi began replying to the questions and concerns of the people gathered here. He was already regretting the whole situation, but the proverbial cat was out of the bag, so there wasn’t anything else he could do.
-Musashi-dono, I thank you for your understanding and patience. So far we wanted to keep the issue among the JHWABto avoid any information leaks, but you’re right, we should’ve confided on your organization.- Roshi said that, but in reality he wanted to say something more in the lines of:
“Who the hell do you think you are, you sword wielding maniac, your “organization” consists on a bunch of crazy monster hunters and we have to clean half of your mess most of the time”
But he didn’t say that, because it would be quite harmful both diplomatically for the JHWAB and potentially for his body.
-We will discuss the situation after the convention is over.- He added, replying to her request for a meeting. He actually wanted to tell her to go fuck herself, but he smiled through it, trying really hard to avoid looking as pissed as he was.
Roshi then turned to the representative of the Ashen Corps.
-We thank you for that as well and we will extend any resources we can spare to help in anything you need if you ever ask.- Roshi knew that he had more manpower than needed, or at the very least, some of his manpower couldn’t work the “Gainen” case, so lending them to other organizations in exchange of intel could help create bridges.
As much as he liked burning them he knew that isolationism got him in this mess, as he the JHWAB found out late about certain events outside Japan because of his own stubborn policies against foreigners.
-We can discuss those events later in private.- Roshi replied to Aria. Hiding his contempt and disgust for the whole situation was taking a toll on Roshi. The Leader of the JHWAB used a handkerchief to clean the sweat off his brow, the spotlights over him were almost cooking him alive.
-We thank the HWIC for their…- Roshi stopped talking, his vision went blurry and he looked like he was about to pass out. -We... - He attempted to talk again, but not before long he dropped to the floor, convulsing, foaming coming out from his mouth. Something was terribly wrong.
Eien no Ha, being the closest one to Roshi, rushed the stage, even sliding to reach the downed Omnyo Master to see what was happening. -MEDIC! SOMEBODY GET A MEDIC!- He roared his orders as many members of different organizations present whispered among themselves and some, from smaller groups began to panic, thinking this could be a massive attack, rather than an individual one.
Among all there was one group that was strangely calm, Minister Hou and his bodyguard Mingzhi, who looked at the situation with lackadaisical demeanor.
Dranten’s enhanced senses would easily notice something out of place, there was a strange swirling mass around certain areas of Norio’s body, like small obsidian snakes constricting veins and arteries. Depending on how accurate his readings were, he might even notice the trail left by the creatures, all coming from his left hand. If his sensors were good enough to discover the nature of the creatures, he might find it surprising, at least he would if he was still capable of it. The trails and the creatures were made out of ink.
-Remilia-kun, any luck?- Raisa asked, but Remilia would find it hard to connect to anything, there was some kind of interference cutting the communications network in this area, maybe in the whole compound. It might be a way to go around this digital blockade though, as her powerset would surely allow her to realize something important about this issue.
It wasn’t natural, somebody was creating the interference on purpose.
Toramaru didn’t answer, just taking a stance with his incandescent hands and feet burning, ready to fight.
The Half-Oni reacted splendidly to the initial attack swaying his upper body back, but didn’t realize it was a feint until it was almost too late. Sid’s feet scraped against Toramaru’s chin as he turned his neck to the side to force the Kickmaster’s attack to miss its mark. Still at this point Sid’s attacks were sharp, both figuratively and literally, as the kick managed to create an actual cut on Toramaru’s cheek.
The Myth Soldier, unlike Sid, had a very stable stance, rarely moving a lot from a single position and his defensive moves tended to be less flashy. With an impassive look he placed his burning hand over the cut and cauterized it, not even flinching from the heat, glaring at Sid with dead eyes.
When he finished, Toramaru closed both hands into fists, finger by finger, each knuckle popping and sparking as he did. His stance seemed to be quite similar to Okinawan Karate and from that stance he lunged forward, attempting to connect with a lunging jab to measure the distance and then, if the first one connected, he would go for an elbow strike.
Keeping the “theme” of this bout so far, the elbow strike was directly aimed at Sid’s chin, both seemed to be attempting to knock out the other.
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Post by othus on Aug 24, 2021 0:54:42 GMT
Yamato stood up and looked at Roshi colapsing, then immediately turned to Tomoe, who despite her serious expression, remained on her seat.
"Oi oi, somethin's happening to Roshi?! What do we do?!"-The Musashi bodyguard asked Tomoe
Tomoe combed her hair. Her Ruby eyes looked at the situation and she signaled Yamato to remain calm.
"Perhaps Roshi was already gone too far. It is a shame, but his pride resulted in his undoing"
Musashi leaned forward and looked around, then finally made a decision.
"Perhaps we ought to regroup with our recently made American friends, I'm sure Mrs. Aria won't mind us sticking by her side in these...trying times"
"what about the other leaders?"-Yamato replied
"Huh? the Musashi are not a charity, Yamato. Leave them"
A shiver went down Yamato's spine as Tomoe stood up, ready to make her way towards Aria.
Daniel was quite a bit more nervous than Tomoe, not only the old man was being attacked, he didn't have his morpher with him!
"Ah, just great, I sure as hell don't plan on dying in fucking Japan of all places, I already retired from the field for fucks sake"
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Post by HungryHunter on Aug 25, 2021 21:07:59 GMT
“No resources for me?” Eve grumbled. The old man hadn’t answered her question. Ah well. She could surely squeeze something out of this. Maybe convince them to let her research some of that Gainen tech. She could surely do something interesting with that. Before she could suggest that, Roshi collapsed. “Fucking hell, the old man’s having a stroke!” She stood up straight. She certainly wasn’t the right person to help.
Her understanding of human anatomy was just enough to mimic one. Muscles and fat distribution she understood, but problems of the organs were beyond her. Still, somebody had to do something. Eve descended through the various booths. She pushed aside two identical Men in Black, stomped through the seating of the Heir of Solomon, and vaulted down to the stage. “Hey! If you need to shock him, I’ve got this!” Eve unfolded the flesh of her arm to show off her stungun. “Ah, crap, your goons took my batteries…” Still in his booth, Ophiochus cackled. “This really is turning out more entertaining than I thought. I knew all of these people were incompetent, but to this extent…” His skin rippled, thousands of strange little motions like he was made of tiny doors that opened and closed. “It looks like I must show them the way.” He stood up and put a foot on the desk. “Morgan. Come with me and keep an eye out. I will be busy.” He pushed off and flew over the entire crowd to land right next to Eve. “Out of the way. You are of no help.” He walked up to Roshi and knelt.
With one hand he pried open the frothing jaws of the JHWAB’s leader, and the other he reached inside. “I assure you that I am a friend, and what I do here will help him.” He said to Eien no Ha. Eggs left his fingers, falling into the back of Roshi’s throat and instantly hatching into dozens of tiny insects. They burrowed into his flesh and entered his bloodstream to trawl it for irregularities. If it really was a stroke, they would clear it out in no time. If it wasn’t… Ophiochus saw and felt all they encountered. He would at least know what they were dealing with.
“There are… parasites within him.” Dranten could only guess at the true nature of what he was seeing. He knelt and took a pen from his pocket. Carefully, he laid a dot right over the head of every serpent he could see. “Raisa. You make precise attacks with a blade. With a knife, could you strike exactly where I have marked?” “Cool idea, but we got disarmed. Nothing sharper than that pen allowed.” Marceline grumbled from the other side of Noro’s body.
Ava turned away from the group and pulled down her mask. Ava didn’t wear the mask as a fashion statement. Her nose was squashed and turned up, but that was nothing to hide. It was at least human. Her mouth gaped permanently open, a horrid gummy grin that stretched ear to ear. If she opened her jaws to their full gape, she could swallow the heads of her fellow students whole. Of course, with the three deadly rows of teeth on both jaws, she wouldn’t have to.
It was her fangs she was looking at, feeling the first row until she found what she was looking for. Like a shark, a manticore’s teeth were replaceable. They emerged in the back row and moved forwards until they were worn out. Her fist wrapped around a loose one and yanked. It came free easily, no blood, no pain. Remasking, she turned and offered the tooth to Raisa; a makeshift knife, short but sturdy and deadly sharp.
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Post by Vapovile on Sept 2, 2021 14:47:17 GMT
Aria's eyes lit up with concern when Roshi began to convulse in the middle of his response to their comments. It appeared that Flipside had already taken charge of the medical effort, something Aria was grateful for. "What on Earth...?" She asked out loud, looking over at Mia. "Think it's sabotage, chief?" Mia asked, turning her head toward her boss.
"We can't rule it out. Be on your guard, Mia." Aria instructed, scanning the room for any signs of people trying to escape, or other mischief. She stood up and looked directly at one of the staff. "You! Get a medic, I'm sure you have one on staff!" Aria demanded, seeing the Musashi get up themselves. Within a second, Aria had taken a step, disappeared in a blur, and appeared next to them.
"Mrs. Musashi, were you aware of Roshi's declining health? If this is just a distraction..." Her eyes fell upon the exits. "We may be joined by some unwelcome visitors. This isn't the first time a meeting between leaders has been interrupted." Aria warned, recalling what happened a few years ago. Mia walked normally to the spot where everyone was and gave a small bow to everyone. "Who knows, maybe the old guy just had a bad case of stage fright? This is all new to him, after all." The retired knight commented, keeping an eye on the rightmost room exits for anyone coming in or out.
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Sid frowned when his attack mostly failed and stood a ways away from Toramaru to regroup, watching him pop his knuckles.
"Not talkative anymore, huh? That's cool." Sid rolled his eyes toward the door. Did seriously nobody else run after Toramaru? He wished that they allowed him to bring that medal, or at least the dynamite sticks he uses otherwise.
Sid was able to dance out of the way of the first strike, but the elbow strike was on point. In a desperate measure to not be knocked out, the kickmaster sprang off his heels to have his body flying with the blow, lessening it to the point he only saw blackness for a second, recovered, and spun back to his feet dazed a second later. He felt a scorch mark under his chin as he regained his senses.
"Alright dude, that was a serious blow. You're actually trying to hurt me after all. Bummer." Sid said casually. Bouncing off his heels, Sid sprang forward and readied a hard kick to Toramaru's side, but would twist his body once more and attempt to wrap his other leg around Toramaru's midsection, throwing his body weight backwards to smash the oni's head against the ground in a makeshift suplex.
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Post by TimePuppy on Sept 21, 2021 19:39:41 GMT
Morgan listened to Roshi's little speech, his attempts at fostering friendships when beneath his friendly facade he was probably hating the very notion of doing this. Morgan couldn't judge. He knew the charms of isolation from the world, of being with the ones you trust, and so he also knew how badly it could end.
He didn't let listening to Roshi distract him from watching everyone else present with suspicion. Yet that wasn't enough apparently. Roshi started seizing like was he was having an epileptic seizure. The hall exploded with energy. Some were worried, others were already starting to scheme what to do with one less leader in the hidden world, some weren't bothered at all... And someone was surely gloating inside.
Ophiuchus, surely not wanting to lose a big client, rushed to Roshi's aid and Morgan followed just a step behind him. "Keep your distance. My boss can help him, but I don't want anybody here getting a second strike in." Not that Ophiochus barging over and dropping insects in Roshi's mouth was any less suspicious than whatever others would try... --- The keyboard clicked and clacked under Remilia's rapid typing, but she wasn't having any luck. "There is no connection." She told Raisa. "The ports have been closed off, sabotaged, or someone is jamming the signals remotely." She looked around at all the students present. "If someone managed to sneak in a jammer through all the security..." She let the sentence hang. How would they find something the high level security failed to detect?
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Post by Kuma on Oct 10, 2021 22:37:49 GMT
Ophiucus was the first to react, taking over the situation over the JHWAB executives that were surrounding Roshi. Eien no Ha had a momentary staredown with him and Morgan, but he ended up moving, realizing he was out of his element.
Depending on how acute the sensors of the eggs were it would give different results. For starters there wasn’t any actual medical issue with Roshi, his body was convulsing and his mouth was foaming, but there didn’t seem to be an underlying reason for it.
There was a very peculiar energy signature, something he may not know personally, but surely the intelligence gathering of Flipside encountered before.
They might not know exactly what is it was, but it had certain Interdimensional elements, energy, and particles usually encountered by elements that manage to cross the dimensional borders and drag elements from in-between dimensions into our reality.
-GUARDS, PROTECT THE EXITS-DE GOZARU!- Instead he decided to coordinate the security forces, instructing them to cover the exits until the perpetrator of this crime was found.
Subaru Yukishiro, the director of the intelligence branch was frozen in place. He had been extremely careful about this event, planning, triple-checking every secury detail. He couldn’t fathom how he failed, he never failed like this before and now his mentor and father figure was on the floor, foaming out of the mouth.
Yukio Shiraginu, the cultural branch director vanished backstage when the chaos started. He mumbled something about looking for a first aid kit, but in reality, he picked up a communicator connected with the outside, the only line set up to bypass the dimensional divide and hoisting over his head he spiked it to the ground, destroying it into a dozen pieces.
In the midst of the chaos, many allied groups joined up as if they expected a fight or wanted security in numbers. Among them, two groups were curiously calm. Minister Hou from China, who was close to the front, and the Myth Soldiers led by Houzi Nagare, who were basically at the back of the room, since they barely got in thanks to an invitation procured by the Garyuu Trading Company.
The Myth Soldiers began to move with determined calm through the room, towards the Chinese Delegation, avoiding tables, chairs, and the other groups. They would ignore any attempt of communication by them.
-We need to keep an eye on the Minister, kiddo.- Garo Takayama, one of the hired bodyguards of the Chinese Hidden World Leader was keeping an eye out, asking his comrade, Minghzi, a young-looking bald monk with mundane features.
The duo stood in readiness, flanking Minister Hou, who seemed unfazed by the mayhem that ensued after Roshi’s collapse.
-What the hell do you think you’re going?- The Veteran Archer reacted to the approach of the Myth Soldiers by placing himself between the newcomers and his employer.
The Myth Soldiers stood in silence, their eyes not focusing on Garo. The Veteran Archer felt a hand on his shoulder and Minister Hou’s voice.
-They’re trusted allies, please allow them to pass.- He said, extending his hand to Houzi, who replied in kind.
Garo, whose keen eyesight allowed him to notice peculiar details even without infusing Ki to his body couldn’t avoid seeing a small golden stick, barely bigger than a toothpick, being passed by the Myth Soldier leader to his employer.
-What was that?- The Veteran Archer couldn’t avoid whispering when he saw the exchange.
-Nothing of your concern Takayama-dono, now if you excuse me.- Minister Hou gestured him to move as the small object that he had on his hand suddenly became much larger, turning into a large golden rod.
-Mingzhi, if you could be so kind.- Hou asked his main bodyguard, who silently nodded and took off his monk tunic revealing a large hole on his back, cybernetic in nature. Garo looked at the monk and then at Hou.
-What the hell are you doing?- He asked attempting to grab the Minister, but Daikichi and Daigoro, the older brothers of Toramaru, grabbed Garo from the shoulders, pulling him back.
-HEY SOMEBODY HELP!- Garo shouted, attempting to get attention about what was about to happen, but as he did Hou launched the golden staff forward, aiming to connect with Mingzhi’s cybernetic socket.
Hopefully, somebody would notice an attempt to stop him.
Remilia couldn’t connect to the outside but a myriad of inner communications got caught by her probing, all messages either in transit towards the HQ or inside of it.
“I telling you that friend is not here, Paprika gone and we do not know where she is”
“Garyuu Trading Company client satisfaction officer Megumi Kaguya speaking. Please complete this survey about your satisfaction with our line of security products.”
“Man that island is always a problem, send somebody down to Kagoshima Prefecture to check, since that idiot Iyana died we never sent a new officer to the Southern office… Still I bet is just an alarm malfunction”
“Yoko I love you, I’m sorry for cheating on you… but I couldn’t control it Akagitsune-dono used her powers on me”
Nothing particularly useful, only a flood of mundane, or as mundane, office mails and meeting requests.
-Thanks for your offering, but…- Ki began to gather around Raisa’s hand, and something else, a golden crackling pulse of energy surrounding the soft lavender glow of her inner energy.
-I’m the blade.- She took a deep breath as both her Ki and this strange energy nobody present but Remilia could identify fused into a golden pink solid construct around her hand, extending off her fingers into a blade.
-I advise you should move away, I don’t want to accidentally injury anybody.- The Russian Shindou informed them as she took an Iai stance, but he grabbed her wrist pulling backward to have some tension to fight against on her initial unsheathing slash.
With a deep exhalation, Raisa released her hand and her blade in one swift motion. The blade seemed to multiply as it moved, hitting the target at least 12 times in gradually deeper arcs, creating a perfect incision, one so clean you might be able to close it back up just by sticking both sides together like organic velcro.
The Russian Shindou fell to one knee after her attack, as using her Gainen Powers always drained her.
-Is that enough?- She asked, weakly.
Sid’s offensive plan was inspired, but the moment he began to move Toramaru decided to disengage away from the fight. The now silent Half-Oni extended his arms as he ran, touching the walls and setting them on fire, just like the sole of his feet did to the floor with each of his steps.
Clearly, he was attempting to cover his escape and stop Sid from following him.
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Post by othus on Oct 12, 2021 5:01:01 GMT
"Aria-san! Looks like we were on the same page, I was juuuust about to go to you"-Tomoe said as she set her hands together and and smiled. Listening to Aria's inquiry, Musashi responded
"Hm, well, if this is a performance by Roshi, Yukishiro-san sure seems to be out of the loop, my guess is someone who was formally invited planned for this all along"
Yamato heard the cry for help and tried to run there but he felt a hand over his shoulder, stopping him on his tracks.
"Ara, Yamato-kun, did you not hear what I said just a second ago? If they wanted us to protect them, they should have hired us instead! Roshi was kind of stingy there, don't ya think?"-Tomoe told her bodyguard with a cutesy expression, setting one finger on her cheek.
"But Musashi-Dono, you said we would help them!"-Yamato replied, somewhat shocked by Tomoe's order
"Did I? I said the agents of the Koga branch would help. Are you part of the Koga branch, Yamato? Besides, look, someone has already taken to that task"
Daniel Valeria, who had been following the actions of Hou Bolted from his seat to Garo's help with blinding speed, driving a kick towards the hands that held the golden staff
"Ahh-Yah!!"-Daniel landed clean after his first strike and took a combat pose.
"We can't have that, minister Hou, weapons are not allowed in this room, I'm sure you know that"- Daniel said as he took a combat pose, Red chi flowed around him, ready to strike if necessary. The only thing Daniel missed right now, was his Ashen Morpher.
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Post by HungryHunter on Oct 17, 2021 22:02:25 GMT
“Morgan, could you see what all that fuss is?” Ophiochus asked, attention fully on Roshi’s body. This was unusual. No abnormal ki, and no magic outside of what Roshi’s own spells imparted on him. The only thing he picked up that definitely shouldn’t be there were the whiffs of extradimensional particles, decaying away in an alien cosmology. He had tasted these before, both in general and in specific. His company peered regularly to worlds beyond, but what he found here was not one that they had accessed. No, this was something that the JHWAB had kept from them, that world he tasted so often around Sakurajima but never got to explore due to the brute guarding it.
“It seems that this has something to do with your… secret projects on Sakurajima. I am picking up the same extradimensional particles that kept blowing in from that island. I’m afraid I can’t do anything without further knowledge, as there is nothing medically wrong with him, but well, those are important secrets, are they not?” Ophiocus kept his gaze on the ancient samurai, the most openly emotional at Roshi’s fall. If anybody would let something slip, it was him. Not far away, Eve was jittering at the edge of the stage. This was the worst. There wasn’t a damn thing she could do. Even if they got attacked, she was completely unarmed. Well fuck that. She had kept scraps for a reason. She pulled bits and bobs from her pocket and put together a tiny pistol of scrap. Garbage it was and garbage it would shoot, nuts and bolts thrown by the high-grade gunpowder she had secret pockets of within her coat. It wasn’t nearly as good as her regular weapons, but she was pretty proud of herself for making it so quickly.
Dranten recorded Raisa’s incredible display for his own future reference. A clever technique, striking multiple times in one spot without the usual drawbacks of such a precise swing. She could likely grind through his mechanical components, should she turn that upon him. The threat of such let him justify continuing his x-ray examination of Norio’s body. “Alright, if that’s done… gimmie that.” Marceline snatched the fang out of Ava’s hands and marched off to where Sid had chased after Toramaru. She really didn’t want to do this. Toramaru used fire, her least favorite thing. Before leaving the hall, she did a quick search until she found what she needed. Fire extinguisher.
One punch smashed the door clean off and she had it, running along to meet Sid. In the time they had been treating Norio, he and Toramaru hadn’t seemed to go far, but yes, there was fire. “Fuck fuck fuck! Use this, idiot!” She threw the extinguisher to Sid and ducked behind the door. She could feel the heat. It made her skin prickle, sharp barbs sinking into her heart. She bit down on her own arm to avoid screaming, adding to the pain but containing it.
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Post by Vapovile on Oct 19, 2021 7:10:16 GMT
Aria watched as Tomoe stopped Yamato from joining in to help, though the situation seemed well covered already. Aria considered her options after seeing that Tomoe appeared to be unwilling to assist with the current situation out of spite for Roshi and the JHWAB. While Aria understood the sentiment...she also couldn’t stand by and let things collapse around herself if something can be done.
“I understand your position, Mrs. Musashi, but I respectfully disagree. I can’t in good conscience have the security of the world leaders be threatened, regardless of my feelings towards someone, or even an organization. Mia, please keep an eye on the doors!” Aria instructed, hearing Daniel’s shout and nearly teleporting to the scene between Daniel and Hou.
“What is the meaning of this?!” Aria snapped, trying to shove the hands off of Garo and push them away. “Please explain why you requested help, sir.” Aria said, turning to Garo while keeping an eye on Hou’s actions. She had worked with the Ashen Corp on a regular basis, so she knew he was probably trustworthy enough to consider his actions justified for now.
Mia looked on with a mixed expression on her face, then gave a shy as she leaned against the back of a chair. “I thought today was just going to be listening to bureaucratic crap and getting free food out of it…” Mia grumbled, audibly near Yamato and Tomoe. Mia was conflicted on wanting to step in and help. Officially, her job was to protect Aria. Nothing about the other organizations. Yet...her sense of justice that burned so passionately when she was the Mirror Knight still twinkled as embers in her heart, wanting to stop crime. She kept a close watch on Aria, ready to step in if anyone threatened her.
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Sid stumbled when Toramaru decided to dash away, setting the hallway ablaze as he fled. From behind he heard Marceline blast open the door and toss him a fire extinguisher. He caught it and gave a wave.
“Hey, thanks a ton! I’m going after him! Get the others, he's acting weird!” Dashing forward, Sid sprayed the foam directly in front of himself, putting out as much fire as he could. If he had his medal, this would already be over. Deciding not to give up the element of surprise this time, Sid planned to get close enough and deliver a kick to Toramaru’s back, attempting to send him sprawling forward. This extinguisher wouldn’t have infinite foam.
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Post by TimePuppy on Nov 6, 2021 23:30:39 GMT
"Don't die while I'm not around," Morgan snarked at his boss and approached the commotion, a dark energy speckled with red bubbling in the palm of his hand. The Chinese representatives who were overly calm the whole time and the myth soldiers were in cahoots, doing something suspicious. If they were trying to help, they would've announced it. If they were trying to sabotage them and were smart, they would've lied. But they were stupid and rash and tried to take a room of badasses by surprise. The dark energy in Morgan's hand moved faster than a speeding bullet, getting between the staff and the hole before solidifying into what appeared to be speckled obsidian. The solid energy would try to move into the hole the staff was aiming for, corking it up before they could try again.
Morgan himself moved only a bit slower, leaping between the brothers holding Garo and aiming a scissor kick at their heads. He wasn't brought along as a bodyguard for no reason. --- Ignoring the useless announcements, Remilia went back to observe the cleansing process. Swordsmanship wasn't something the vigilante was interested in to a significant degree, she was more of a marksman after all, but she was impressed by the fluidity and sharpness of Raisa's motion. It was a stunning display of blade work. "There is a great gap between the two of us. Even if we do practice in different fields," Remilia said as a compliment. Feeling a pang of inferiority, she wondered what she could possibly do in this situation. They couldn't communicate with the outside at all and there was nothing to shoot... If only there was something else she could try.
She went back to the console, determined to try something. Then it occurred to her that the communications she intercepted weren't as useless as she first thought. Two ideas formed in her head.
Her first attempt was inspired by the announcement of problems on a different island. If they could still receive SOSs from outside, perhaps she could locate the root of the alarm signal and transfer the coordinates it reflected to the room they were in now.
The second idea was a bit rougher around the edges and probably far more of a longshot. If she could just jam the inner communications in a specific rhythm, break them up with short or long gaps, she could make an improvised morse code. The longshot part was simply the question of if anyone would even notice the issues were a code.
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Post by Kuma on Jan 9, 2022 5:01:55 GMT
Mingzhi, the Cybernetic Monk, raised one of his hands that opened up, revealing that his arm was also fully robotized. Split in twine, both parts spun around like helicopter blades, as an emitter from inside the arm activated. An energy shield was formed rapidly flowing, like a whirlpool made out of holographic water.
Daniel’s kick would be intercepted and repelled by that shield, capable of withstanding much more than his attack. Same thing happened with Morgan’s attack, that diffused against the barrier, almost as if it was grinded to dust.
-This isn’t a weapon Mr. Valeria, this is a key.- Hou smiled with a vacant glance, as if he wasn’t all there, his eyes lacked the spark of consciousness.
-Minghzi here is the weapon.- The Minister focused on his bodyguard’s back and aimed at the staff, as the holographic shield expanded.
-FORGET ABOUT ME! STOP THEM!- Garo shouted at Aria pointing at Hou and the Fullmetal Monk, who wouldn’t be able to wrestle the two Half-Oni’s grips from the Old Archer.
But Morgan was much more effective, as he managed to stun them with his scissor kick. The lumbering Oni Brothers released Garo, who sprinted into action, not sure what the hell was going on but his instincts told him this wasn’t good.
He slammed against the whirling barrier generated by Minghzi, being bounced back by it and landing on his ass.
-Goddammit!- He cursed, looking around for anything he could attempt to use as a weapon and without losing a step he grabbed a handful of chopsticks, ready to use them as throwing weapons.
Daikichi and Daigoro, the Oni Brothers turned to face the newcomers, with the blue Daikichi attempting to bullrush Morgan, while the red Daigoro opened his toothy maw spewing a jet of deep purple flames towards Aria.
Houzi, the leader of the Myth Soldiers, took point with Daniel Valeria, charging at him with a stance that clearly had kung-fu influences, with a low center of gravity and wide legs.
The Monkey King Clone performed a frontflip stretching his leg by grabbing his toe and turning this acrobatic move into a powerful axe-kick aimed at the Mexican Hidden World official’s shoulder -WHAT!?- Subaru snapped upon hearing the word “Sakurajima”
The Yuki-Otoko glared in Ophiocus’ direction and almost attempted to rush him, his eyes turning white and the temperature around them dropping 10 degrees.
Before he could even reach him, golden threads were wrapping his legs and arms, stopping him from advancing.
-Yuki-boya, don’t lose your cool.- Yukio Shiraginu was the one behind the threads, coming out from the tip of his fingers as his hand shook from the effort of keeping Subaru at bay.
-You think this is time for jokes!?- The threads were flash-frozen and the Yuki-Otoko broke free, only to see Eien no Ha standing in-between him and Ophiocus.
-Yukishiro, stand down-de gozaru.- The imposing figure of the Living Blade radiated menace finally pushing Subaru back into silent stupor.
-If that’s the case, we need a specialist in this field to handle the situa…- Eien no Ha attempted to talk but a terrible tremor shook the whole room, interrupting him.
-What’s happening de-gozaru!?- He asked, looking around until noticing the spherical barrier around Hou and his bodyguard.
The Minister of the Chinese Hidden World Affairs Office had inserted the weapon of Houzi into the socket on Mingzhi’s back. The interfacing of both elements seemed to be causing some sort of pulse extending all over the room, like a wave of light, seemingly harmless, but flowing towards two points.
Like waves against the sea, the pulses of energy crashed against the main entrance of the conference hall and a hidden door behind the curtain, in the backstage area. Somehow the energy was targeting the anchors that were tying this pocket dimension to reality.
If Hou wasn’t stopped, the whole conference room might be lost forever. Toramaru didn’t expect Sid to pass the fire, so he was caught unaware of the kick, which sent him flying forward, about to crash headfirst into the ground
He wasn’t prepared to get kicked, but as soon as he was in the air his instincts and training kicked in and before he broke his neck against the floor he projected fire from both of his feet, changing the angle of his descent and stabilizing mid-air, adding small jets of fire out from his hands.
He landed spinning, his limbs still projecting fire and creating crimson streaks around him, that not only protected him from a follow-up, but also served as a distraction and a way to make distance, speeding up even more than the kick already did.
Toramaru stopped facing Sid, standing around 15 meters away, and took a fighting stance. Whatever was controlling him seemingly shifted from fleeing to fighting as soon as it realized Sid wasn’t going to stop.
-Don’t make me kill you Sid.- Toramaru told the Kick Master with a dispassionate voice, his eyes lit up with flames, but dead, lacking any spark. If Remilia tracked the third piece of chatter she would locate the people talking inside one of the other buildings of the HQ. Their alarm was marking an island called “Sakurajima” in southern Japan
Her longshot was a bit more complex to pull off, but if somebody was ever equipped for the task at hand, it would be her. Yet there was something off about the situation and that was made obvious when a voice reached her.
W̶̱̖͍̓͒̌h̸̘̠̮̆a̷͓̒̌̑t̷̛͕̼̿ ̸͉͔͑͒͝ḑ̵̲̈o̶̘̐͆ ̸̢̿̽w̶̼͕̽͆é̵͉ ̷̝͗h̵̺͇̔͂̃ă̶̪̖̺͠v̶͚̀̍è̴̻̦̮ ̶̦̦̽̀h̶͍̎̋e̸̛̜͇̗͐́ŗ̸̱̇͜e̶̫̓́̿?̵̨͓̈́̑ͅ
A̷̺̚ ̷͈̒l̶͗ͅi̴̛̠t̶̲̚ṭ̵̇l̶̯̀e̴̞͒ ̶̹̇f̷͕̍l̴̪̋y̷̪͌ ̵̢̀i̴͖̍ń̸͕ ̴̝̆m̴̻̅y̶̨̌ ̶͇̆w̶̰̉ê̵̜b̶͚̒?̷̩͆
n̵̩̅â̴̗u̶͚͆ǧ̴̪h̷̙͌t̷͙̿y̵̹̕,̶̳͒ ̵͇͗n̴̰̄ā̷̯û̸̥g̷̺̀h̶̛ͅt̷̝̐ŷ̵͙,̵̼̈́ ̵̮̓n̵̠͐a̵̲̎ṵ̵͑g̸̡̚h̷̬̕t̸̰̅ỵ̶̐.̸̣̽.̷̞̌.̴̜̍
L̵̻̅e̴̬̓ä̵̜́v̸͓͒e̸̜̾ ̴̱͛t̸͔̒h̵̛̘ǐ̸͍ṣ̸̚ ̸̩̈t̶͔̓ȯ̴̖ ̴̺̔ṭ̵͛h̸̩̉ȩ̴̀ ̵̡͠p̵̟͂r̶̤̒o̷̥̅ḟ̶̻e̵̡̋s̶͔͋s̴̱͘ị̸̐o̸̼̊n̷͉̓a̶̱̽l̴̬͝ṡ̴͇ ̴͚͂g̸̝̐i̶͓͝r̵̼͋l̸̠̂ì̶̖e̶̺̋.̷̩̏
Warning signs in her gear would inform her that something was coming, in the lines of a power surge. Whatever she encountered in the inner network, it didn’t want her to keep poking around.
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Post by HungryHunter on Jan 10, 2022 6:41:17 GMT
Ophiochus shuddered when the icy man tried to attack him. He feared nothing from most people here, but that he would rather not deal with. Thankfully, his compatriots realized as quickly as the Flipside director did that the young man was being unreasonable and Ophiochus wasn’t forced to make a move of his own. Killing him in a single stroke would be his instinct, but of course bad for diplomacy. “I am not joking. Tell me more so that I can help your leader, unless you would rather-” Ophiochus stopped speaking when the room tremored under him. He was forced to turn his attention from his readings of Roshi’s body to the rest of the room. “No holding back, Morgan. Kill them if necessary.” He said, making his own move. He made a motion like he was throwing a baseball, but what was actually tossed towards Hou was a scorpion, clad in scarlet and violet. The moment it landed, it would sting, injecting a deadly dose of neurotoxin. Hou wouldn’t have time to speak a full sentence before his heart stopped. Makeshift weapon at the ready, Eve took some shots at the oni brothers, trying to draw attention away from Garo. She really couldn’t hope to do much more than that with this weapon. With her lacking ammunition and quickly constructed weapon, she was hitting with less force than a 9 millimeter, a caliber she considered a children’s toy at best. So unarmed, moving awkwardly due to her missing parts, she began climbing the stairs to face two martial artist onis in hand to hand combat. “Garo! You need something more dangerous than sticks?” She tossed him the sharpened scrap she had been firing from her gun before popping off a final round at Daigoro’s face. “Hey Aria. Looks like I’m saving your ass again. Thank me later.”
“Yeah, fuck it. Works for me.” Marceline bowed out of combat and ran back the other way. Toramaru was a bad matchup for her. Too much fire. Let Sid handle it. He would be fine, probably. “Hey dumbasses! Toramaru’s up to some shit! Mind control or something! Looks like we’re getting dragged into some serious bullshit! Somebody faster get after him!” She yelled as she emerged. Dranten looked up. He was gathering no new data from his observations of Norio. This seemed much more helpful to do. “Change of tasks, confirmed. Care for Norio please, Raisa.” The cyborg stood and stepped over the fallen agent, striding up to the hallway. Ava quietly slinked behind. She wasn’t feeling useful here, so she would help Sid. Both of them watched Dranten with some confusion. He was standing still, arms stretched out in front of his body with his fists clenched.
“Calculation complete.” He finally said, and the chunky bracelets around his arms roared. Internal rockets powered up and he blasted down the hallway, picking up speed over its course until his feet kicked in, firing off to the front. He threw a single strike, a vertical jeet kune do style punch right at Toramaru’s solar plexus, and in the same moment screeched to a halt in front of him. “Toramaru. Your odds of victory are low. Surrender.” His jets were all purring, ready to fire off at any moment. The mechanical man seemed more alive than he had at any other time today. Ava leaped along behind, taking only a single big bound to make the distance so she could hang around behind Sid and Dranten. She preferred fighting with weapons, so she was at a disadvantage here. Marceline of course was in no hurry to catch up. Sid was an idiot but he was strong, and now he was backed up by the ninja and the robot. No reason for her to get any closer, right?
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Post by othus on Jan 10, 2022 21:57:40 GMT
"Musashi-Dono! This is not the time for games! If we don't stop them, something really bad could happen!"-Yamato told her sensei. Tomoe shrugged in response, but her tone was now more serious "If I unleash an attack almost everyone in this room is bound to die...I suppose this is why I brought you didn't I? Go ahead and stop that weird contraption of theirs, i'll play with the Monkey for a while"- Tomoe said as she blinked and materialized right in between Houzi and Valeria. The Shinto Empress caught the kick on her shoulder but didn't seem remotely bothered by it. "Mind if I take it from here?"- Tomoe told Valeria with a smile, not looking at the person whose kick she had just taken.
"Much appreciated, Lady Musashi!"
Daniel and Yamato both moved towards Minghzhi, both Daniel and Tomoe's bodyguard aimed to overwhelm the robotic individual with a flurry of strikes, neither had their weapons at the ready, but both were still dangerous.
"You are in serious trouble, Monkey-chan"-Tomoe told the leader of the Myth soldiers with a smile.
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Post by Vapovile on Jan 16, 2022 1:42:15 GMT
The situation was rapidly deteriorating. Aria saw Garo bounce off the shield protecting Hou and Mingzhi...while the monkey king clone and two oni stepped up to fight. Tomoe decided to intercept Houzi, something that made Aria wince slightly. Tomoe fighting was a cataclysmic scenario, a situation she needed to avoid at all costs.
No sooner had Aria noticed the attack fired at her, a figure burst in from the back to land directly in front of her boss, holding a long clear shield in her right hand that would deflect the oni fire back at the sender.
Aria smiled and nodded. "Thank you, Mia. I'll deal with the ones over here!" Aria called over, Mia making the shield disappear in a shower of shimmering glass.
"Trust me, you don't want to do this. You're all unbelievably outmatched right now." Mia said to the oni, taking a step forward and holding her hand out, coating it in a thin layer of the same glassy material that the shield had been made of. She then shot forward like a rocket, aiming to press the glassy palm into the oni's chest and send him flying into a nearby wall.
Nearby, Aria saw Daniel and Yamato going for the people inside the barrier. "Stop this right now, or I can't guarantee your fates!" Aria ordered, holding out her hand and summoning a large revolver into her hand, leaping behind the barrier to allow Yamato and Daniel access without getting in the blast zone. She then fired a concussive round directly at the barrier, all the force directed at one small point. These rounds are normally reserved for shooting through giant armored enemies like golems, but they should suffice here.
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Despite the successful kick, Toramaru managed to recover, now seeming ready to fight again. Sid shook his head when the oni told him he'd kill him.
"Something's clearly wrong with ya, my guy. I'm sure you'll thank me for that headache later." The kickmaster joked. On cue, Dranten came flying in aiming for Toramaru's solar plexus. Sid took advantage of this opportunity to sprint at the oni and attempted to deliver a kick straight at Toramaru's ankles. If he couldn't run anymore, this would be over faster.
"Nice to see ya, dudes." Sid waved at both Dranten, giving a smile toward Ava before turning his attention back to Toramaru.
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Post by TimePuppy on Jan 29, 2022 22:21:06 GMT
With Garou free, one of the onis prioritized fighting Morgan who took on a kickboxing stance. The blue oni rushed toward him and Morgan flicked his wrist, causing dark energy to rise up from the ground and solidify into a spiky black wall right in front of Daikichi. And the next second, the wall was gone again, letting Morgan do a teep kick aimed at him. "Slow." Kill them if necessary, Ophiochus said. If all this oni had was blind brute strength, killing wasn't necessary but was inevitable regardless.
--- When Remilia tried going in deeper, she was interrupted by a creepy, garbled, staticky voice. It took a lot of concentration to understand what the voice was saying and the sudden power surge warning made her jump back.
"Bad news. It seems someone or something is interfering with my attempts. Possessing the machinery." She shook her head. "I do not think my attempt at sending an SOS was successful and I worry trying further would only make the situation more difficult for us. Considering how things are starting to go, we might be in a predicament we must pull ourselves out of."
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Post by Kuma on Jan 31, 2022 5:00:02 GMT
The spherical barrier around Hou and Mingzhi was already up when the attacks arrived. The flurry of combined strikes by Daniel and Yamato didn’t seem to make any dents on the energy marble surrounding the Minister and his bodyguard. The scorpion launched by Ophiucus didn’t even reach Hou, crashing against the rippling surface of the spherical shield surging from the floor.
Daigoro received Aria’s attack with his chest, tensing up his whole body, akin to a Karate guard. The impact pushed him back, his heels leaving trails on the carpet, breaking it. A trickle of black blood dripped out from the corner of his lips, which suddenly was set ablaze by contact with the air. He didn’t seem to be fazed about the attack, but his body language clearly demonstrated he was hurt, only his expressionless face defied that noticeable situation.
He stood there, still in guard, choosing defense over offense, but before he could plan his next move several pieces of shrapnel hit his back. Garo had picked the makeshift weapons thrown to him by Eve and while still in mid-dive he threw them all against the back of Daigoro, loading them with Ki, he timed his attack with Eve. Most of it didn’t penetrate the red skin of the Half-Oni, but some managed to puncture through, covering his chest and back with crimson flames.
Black blood oozed from the wounds, once again exploding into flames, beginning to melt the shrapnel.
Meanwhile, Daikichi crashed head first into the spiky wall created by Morgan. Thanks to his inhuman constitution and resilience the spikes didn’t penetrate deep into his body. But it served the purpose Morgan surely was aiming for, stunning the Half-Oni and making him an easier target for the next attack. The teep kick connected, but just like with the spiked wall, Daikichi’s durable body managed to mitigate most of the impact. He was pushed backwards, much like his brother, leaving claw marks from his toes in the carpet, cutting it apart, but unlike Daigoro he didn’t seem to be as affected and instead of staying in guard he went on the offensive.
The Blue-Skinned Half-Oni clapped, in a very buddhist monk fashion and his eyes flared up with crackling energy. Keeping his fingertips glued to each other he opened his hands, forming a triangle, with arcs of electricity surging in-between his calloused palms. With a mighty roar, right through the opening, a bolt of lightning shot towards Morgan, not as powerful or as fast as actual lightning, mostly a release of energy at the speed of his roar.
Finally the last of the fighters involved in this skirmish was Houzi, cloned from DNA of the fabled Monkey King and leader of the Myth Soldiers. Fate gave him a bad hand, when he was opposed by Tomoe Musashi, a presence that in these circumstances would be as unfathomable as being in the hand of Buddha. He didn’t seem to be fazed, much like his companions, as if any kind of emotion had been surgically removed from their hearts.
In a blink of an eye the Fake Monkey King had duplicated and the moment afterwards, the duo turned into a quartet. It seems that since his time in Ryugu-Jo Houzi was able to tap more into the powers of his body, unlike before that he just was limited to physical enhancements. The 4 Fake Monkeys rushed Tomoe, one attempting a sweep, the second going for the back of her knees, the third one aimed a dropkick to her solar plexus and the final one jumped to the ceiling, bouncing down and targeting her clavicule with an axe kick.
Toramaru saw Dranten approaching, more precisely he could feel the fire coming from the thrusters even before the Cyborg entered the hallway. The Half-Oni crossed both palms over the point of impact, overlapping two layers of hardened flesh, bone and sinew to block the jet powered attack. It did the trick, mitigating the damage, but it couldn’t do anything about the knockback, which was a blessing in disguise.
Sid attempted to sweep the Half-Oni, but Dranten attack pushed him too far for Sid to reach him and Toramaru helped that by generating his own jet powered mobility aid, as flames surged from his hands, one palm opened and the other closed in a funnel-like shape, to channel the fire into a smaller, denser flame.
-There is nothing wrong with me Sid, I’m just doing what my people need to survive.- He replied, not even registering Ava. His eyes were flaming, but lacked any of his accustomed fashion, he was doing something with his vision.
-You will have to kill me if you want to stop me.- He continued, taking a defensive stance.
Seemingly he abandoned the plan of escaping and was willing to try incapacitating them in any way possible before continuing with whatever he wanted to attempt.
-I see.- Raisa replied to Remilia, while looking at the students, some scared out of their wits by the whole situation.
-Fellow students, I need you to form a perimeter around our guide and attempt to communicate with the outer world if your skills allow it.- The Shindou of Katanas spoke to her classmates and most heard her, except a couple of them.
Alessa Cavalleta, Rei Takayama and Pitch were standing with a vacant expression. Raisa didn’t notice at all, because of her extremely poor eyesight, but Remilia would surely see them, standing motionless, with their eyes aimlessly glancing to the wall, as if they were seeing something.
If Remilia was observant enough she might notice they seemed too entranced by the Security Cams above them, that instead of having a red light blinking underneath the lense like the others, they had a green light.
L̴͔̏ĕ̵͕ț̴̈'̷̤́s̵̲͝ ̶̣̾p̴̢̍l̶̲̈a̷̱̍y̷̭̓ ̴͇̉a̶̙͗ ̴͔͘g̵̡̏ȁ̴ͅḿ̴̭ę̶́
̸̱͂J̴͙̕û̴̠s̵̮̕t̷͓̚ ̴̘͐ÿ̸͍o̵̳͛u̶͍͌ ̶̱̀ä̵̘ň̷̦d̸̦̑ ̶̙̽m̷̖̏e̸̩̋
̷̮̌C̵̬̈́a̷̛̤r̷͍̒e̷̢̛ ̴̛͓ţ̷̔o̸̢̓ ̶̯̂g̶̩͘ȕ̶̥é̸̘š̵͈t̸̼̓ ̴͇̑w̷͓̾h̶̘̎o̶̫̔?̴̠̔
Once again the voice reached her, challenging Remilia.
While these events unfolded Hou and Minghzi were preparing for a second wave, if anybody had energy reading available it was clear that the build-up was stronger and the wave would be even stronger. Energy sparkled out of the Cybernetic Monk, as the Minister turned the Golden Staff as if he was cranking a jack-in-a-box
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Post by HungryHunter on Feb 3, 2022 5:15:06 GMT
Ophiochus sighed when his scorpion failed to penetrate Hou’s defenses. Well, it had survived at least. The scorpion changed tactics, moving away from Hou and scuttling for the heels of the blue half-oni. It swung its tail for his ankle. An oni was a good deal tougher than an unenhanced human, so he may not die immediately, or even die at all, but it was good to provide an advantage for Morgan. Should he throw more scorpions? No, it might be best to hold onto those. He needed distractions, and something cheaper to produce would work just fine for that. His chest rippled and a good dozen wasps, each as long as a finger, went flying out, seeking to sting the onis. They weren’t particularly lethal, but their stings were exceptionally painful and caused significant swelling. They aimed for the joints, seeking to immobilize the oni brothers.
“Red dude’s trying to stall us out.” Eve observed. She didn’t have a way through the barrier, but she might as well press the attack. She rushed close, taking advantage of his defensive curling to push into his space. She got as close as she could before firing off her gun again, trying to get point-blank shots into his neck before she swung her steel skull to meet his.
“Killing you will not be necessary.” Dranten said, shifting into range once more. His left shot out over and over, mixing up high and low. Tiny bursts of his rockets launched his fist with terrifying speed, although it also restricted him to straights, hence the mixed heights; it was the only variation he could do while keeping up his speed. Ava slinked around behind, watching carefully. She didn’t want to get involved in such a high-level exchange. She was a stealth-based weapon fighter, the very last person who belonged in a head to head unarmed brawl. Still, she couldn’t just do nothing! She scanned the hallway, deciding upon a course of action with some reluctance. There was only one move to make. She jumped, arcing over the fighters to land behind Toramaru. She threw a punch for his kidney, well aware it probably would barely catch his attention. Her attacks were barely backed by ki, one of the several reasons she preferred to carry weapons. Still, she could at least distract him for the others.
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Post by othus on Feb 3, 2022 6:15:41 GMT
"Tch, this thing is tough!"-Yamato uttered as he watched the attacks being repelled by the barrier. "Musashi should be able to destroy this easily, shouldn't she? why is she still wasting time?!"
Yamato kept attacking the barrier as both exchanged words "You don't understand the scale of her attacks, if she does a serious strike this whole room would be vaporized" "I guess we have to do this ourselves then!" "Yes, so keep attacking!"
Tomoe witnessed the clone technique and raised a brow
"You bio weapons get scarier everytime I check. Unfortunately, you can't really hope to even harm me without the sacred treasures of the monkey king"
Lightning and sparks began to course through Tomoe's body. The devourer of Gods called upon the powers she had taken from Raijin as she received the attacks simultaneously
"I wonder, is your body still immortal like the original monkey king? let's try with 200 million volts. Enjoy"
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Post by TimePuppy on Feb 6, 2022 16:29:08 GMT
Morgan felt like his kicks had no effect on the oni. He was definitely on the sturdier side. And he still had tricks up his sleeve. Clapping his hands together seemingly in a Buddhist prayer, Daikichi roared out a burst of lightning. Morgan watched in silent approval. Yes, that's better. But the lightning was still only as fast as the sound of his roar and that meant...
"Still too slow."
He raised his guard and created a shield of the black substance to block it. Though it seemed he underestimated its power, feeling the shield cracking while he himself got pushed back by the force. He let the shield dissolve into blackness again and swirl around his arm as he launched his counteroffensive, dashing toward the blue half-oni and leaping into the air to launch a flurry of consecutive kicks as if he was dancing on the oni's face. The flurry's finale was a black stiletto forming on his heel, aimed at his opponent's eye.
--- Remilia started to make the perimeter around Norio when she noticed the distracted students. Were they okay? She noticed them glancing at the cameras, but she failed to notice what exactly was drawing their attention before she heard the voice speak to her again. It wanted to play a game? With her? And more curiously, it seemed to know her or expected her to know what it was? How would she know when all she had to go off of was a distorted voice speaking to her. A part of her felt like she should know it, but that merely a nagging feeling. She didn't even know what she really was, what made her such a good programmer, so how could she even begin to make such an educated guess?
"I don't know you," she answered, going back to the terminal. "But I will listen to your proposal."
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Post by Vapovile on Feb 12, 2022 9:38:17 GMT
Aria, Yamato and Daniel's attacks didn't seem to affect the barrier. Aria watched as her two allies kept attacking the barrier, but her attention was drawn to her own bodyguard. Mia saw that Garo and Eve had the half-oni handled, so she appeared next to her boss. Aria gestured toward the barrier.
"Mia, do you think you can pierce this with your blade?" Aria asked her red-haired bodyguard. Mia looked at the barrier, then back at Aria.
"I don't like having to get new identities, Aria." Mia responded. She knew full well revealing her powers like this would make many people realize who she was, and would need to get a new identity once more.
Aria nodded her head. "I appreciate your service, Mia." The HWIC president said. Mia let out a sigh and held out her right hand.
Suddenly, strange mirror-like shards began to swirl around her hand, layering into a hilt, then a shimmering blade that reflected light brilliantly. Mia took a step forward.
"I can't go all out without hurting everyone here...besides Tomoe." Mia rolled her eyes. "So let's start with this...can your barrier withstand this?"
Mia thrust her blade straight at the barrier with tremendous force, far more than her figure would suggest she was capable of. The blade also had a secondary effect, beginning to reflect any matter it was in contact with, acting almost like a buzz saw. Mia hoped she didn't need to give more force than necessary to resolve this. But the cat was out of the bag; the room now knew she was the Mirror Knight.
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"Your people?" Sid asked, confused. "Like, the oni? What do they have to do with anything?" The kickmaster asked, scratching the back of his head. Dranten seemed ready to fight, so Sid shrugged his shoulders and took off toward Toramaru once more. He allowed for the rocket assault to die down before he came up to Toramaru, attempting to use the smoke created by the rockets as cover to he could leap up and attempt to deliver an axe kick straight to the back of the oni's head, attempting to knock him out swiftly.
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