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Post by waybig1010101 on Dec 15, 2016 5:00:55 GMT
Seeing the zombies pop out of the earth one after the other reminded Jose of a horror film he seen once. Thankfully unlike the protagonist of the film, he wasn't going to be powerless to stop them. With one hand still extending towards the ground he opens his hand and summon a wave of earthly hands that grabbed some of the emerging zombies and attempt to pull them back down into the dirt while also simultaneously attempting to break their bones with an immense amount of gripping force. As he lands on the ground, he manages to get himself and Gen away from the the horde by earth sliding. Using his terra senses, he makes sure to maneuver around any zombies coming up from the ground. Though his plan would most likely ensure creating and maintaining space from the undead threat, at least in the meantime, he wished he could simply engage them in a much more straightforward fashion, but right now he needed to protect his unconscious companion. Though he did his best to wake him up with a few body shakes and calling his name over and over again.
Alex studies the incoming tank and asks to no one in particular, "Wonder if that is Chobham armour. I always wanted to test my threads against that." He finished with another one of his signature smiles that would haunt young children. Unlike Eve would would probably would want to keep the tank for herself, the gruesome hunter's temptation is to see if his wire threads would be able to cut through that tank. He imagined it would be similar to cutting a cake with dental floss. Yet his gut feeling is telling him to leave. While slightly disappointed in himself for having an internal struggle over staying or leaving, his survival instincts eventually won the debate and he moves to travel through the door with the group. All the while he tries to focus on what the stranger is doing, though unfortunately he couldn't witness anything due to the blinding light.
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Post by Kuma on Dec 17, 2016 5:20:29 GMT
A dance of sword, a storm of sharp edges and brilliant slashes. That was what lied behind the Beast Knight as he pushed his way through the sudden horde of undead creatures pouring out from the ground. His precise cuts targeted the necks of the creatures, cleaving through them with the same ease you cut a well cut steak. Callis seemed to move faster every second that he keep swinging his swords. This was the Beast Knight actual sword style, Gemini Duo, tapping deep within himself and dragging his beast like instincts to the forefront, keeping that primal bloodlust under control through his sheer force of will and determination. He avoided using this style against living opponents, as he despised killing people, he considered that his job was to protect others, not to kill his enemies, at least that wasn’t a priority for him. But without the constraints of fighting living enemies the Beast Knight could let loose and display the upper limits of his inhuman speed, agility and strength, this added to his newfound powers made him even more lethal than he used to be before.
The Beast Knight glanced around to see how the rest of the battle was proceeding as he vaulted over a group of Zombies using a large piece of broken wall as a springboard. From his mid-air perspective he saw Mizuki eliminating zombies with expert movements, Alex chains piercing through lines of zombie heads as if they were rotten fruit. John blasted azure flames over them, yet those seemed to be of little effect on the undead horde. Victor was collaborating using his powered Exo-Skeleton to shred the incoming enemies with little effort. Even Jose, who had taken on the responsibility of protecting Gen was embroiled in the brawl, the zombies he grabbed were pulverized by the pressure and the ones that managed to avoid his technique followed him and the trail of broken ground behind him as he Earth-slided. He was attempting to wake up the Hot-Blooded Boxer while he was fighting and after a couple of shakes and shouts Gen started opening his eyes.
Callis finally landed, right on an eroded pillar, with cat-like grace. The Magus floating around the battlefield were quite shocked upon witnessing the talent of the group, fighting undead on a melee free-for-all that would put to shame the best warriors in the Kingdom. -How? How are you people so proficient in the arts of combat!?- Cinerus asked, incapable of containing his surprise. Callis just showed a fierce smile and replied. -I ended up living in a quite a fantastic place.- But as he stopped talking the Cibus powered undead re-organized their attack. A group showcased beast-like agility jumping on the chains left by Alex’s attack. They moved like a pack of rabid animals, directly aimed towards the Miyata Family member baring their bloodstained fangs. Another large group bursted from beneath in the area around Mizuki and Victor, their hands mimicking what Jose successfully did before, their hands popping out like putrefact trees trying to grip the Young Agent and the Armored Youth legs to drag them down.
Finally the last new wave popped out around Jose and Gen, jumping out of the ground like sharks, going headfirst towards the Earth Shaker and the Hot-Blooded Boxer. As one of them was charging towards Jose’s back Gen reacted to it, clocking the monster with a right hand, that even with the former Spirit Boxer in such a precarious position, managed to push it off course while shattering creature jaw. Gen rolled off Jose’s shoulder, landing back to back with the Earth-Shaker. -What the fuck is goin’ on here?- He shouted as he raised his guard while kicking a hand trying to grasp his leg, forcing the Zombie into the trail of the Earth Slide. -I fall asleep for 2 fuckin’ minutes and everythin’ goes to shit?- As he was unconscious during the translation spell casting Gen wasn’t affected by it, so the Magus of Centris didn’t understand his language, but they could pretty much understand what he was saying from the tone alone. Callis, looking over the whole situation, with a renewed sense of purpose, did something he never did in Centris and decided try his hand at more active leadership.
-Keep thinning the horde!- He instructed as he crouched to slash an undead climbing the pillar he was standing on. -Focus only on their heads and avoid the attacks from below.- He quickly explained why the heads were so important, after doing a spinning sweep kick to push back several enemies. -They’re animated with an extremely volatile substance called Cibus, most of it is stored in their stomachs, so avoid hitting them there with metallic weapons that might cause a spark or using fire.- As he was saying this he thanked the ancients that the flickering flames John used seemed to be dying out, but just as he did that a spark of the fire managed to reach an open wound and what followed was a conflagration of mythical proportions. The Undead that was affected suddenly shined with inner blue light, as every inch of his innards, flooded with the revitalizing Cibus, suddenly caught on fire, feeding the artificial life-force stored inside it to the mystical flames created by Johnathan.
The zombie exploded into a sapphire blaze and his fiery chunks hit the nearby ones starting a chain reaction that blew a large quantity of the undead. There were still more than a hundred roaming the ruins, but the sudden detonation diminished their numbers. The whole ruined castle chimed like a bell after the explosion. Everybody in the Magus squad exhaled their relief as the whole place didn’t fall over them. -Let’s avoid using fire shall we?- He said before throwing the last piece of information. -Mes Hernandez, I need you to find something underground, is the source of the creatures, or at least what’s controlling them.- The Beast Knight jumped from the pillar he was standing on, cutting it with his sword as he did and upon landing he restarted his mad dash through the horde, decapitating everything that got on his range. -Try to find a square metallic object and bring it up so the Magus can seal it. Is going to be heavy- With that he finished his sudden burst of leadership and resumed the task of exterminating as many undead as he could.
The light pouring through the open door was refracting against dozens of different surfaces, filling the Dimensional Hub with light. Falken yawned as he sat on the White Room waiting for the others to pass through. Garo was more focused on studying the other doors, trying to find any kind of sign or information that would allow them to pick a better door. On his mind he had already scratched half a dozen just out of basically signs like cracks, bullet holes or more. The Old Archer was particularly interested in 2 doors, one had a small inscription on the wood, written in kanji that read “Chuku Dangan Izakaya” while the other door seemed inoffensive enough. As he studied them both Eve and Alex crossed the door, with Fumi being the only one left as the sound of a chaingun starting to spin roared from the other side of the door.
The Phantom Thief of the Rose was standing there, bathing in the light as the pur of the high-caliber machinegun started the first notes for his requiem. He didn’t reply to Eve’s comment and he didn’t even seem to be moving. Falken thought something was off, because his sensors were telling him that, but he didn’t care enough to actually find out what was happening. With a bored voice he said. -Let’s just close the door and let Raymond the Rose Guy handle that on his own, is not our universe…- Falken made a short pause and clarified. -Damn, even if this guy was from our dimension I couldn’t care less.- As he said that Fumi passed through the door and the gunfire was muffled as the door slowly closed until it went completely mute, the light over the door changing color. Garo turned towards Eve. -I think we should choose the next door carefully, we can’t know what awaits us behind, but we can at best suppose through the clues in the doors.-
Falken buffed. -Fuck no, get your bloody fantasy of being Sherlock Holmes out of here old man.- The Psycho Cyborg started to point in sequence different doors. -It would be for the best to pick one at random, with my winning luck we can’t pick a bad door.- Garo clucked his tongue in disgust as he walked towards Falken. -I think you aren’t getting the seriousness of the situation Degiraz.- The Infamous Mercenary stood up to get face to face against the Old Archer. -What you don’t get is that I don’t care about your.- Falken did air quotes. -”wise advice” you bloody fossil.- Both were literally staring to but heads while growling until something got their attention, and possibly the attention of the others.
-So you come from here?- A voice asked with a hint of curiosity and disappointment on its tone. -I thought that a place from two belle ragazze came from would be more picturesque.- The italian accent, the charm, the charisma. Everything pointed to only one option. From behind the door the Phantom Thief of the Rose popped his head out, taking off his top hat in a theatrical greeting. -I must say I’m very disappointed, but at least I’m alive, so that’s something.- Both Garo and Falken stopped their in-fighting and stared at the Phantom Thief in disbelief.
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Post by Iris on Dec 17, 2016 17:19:38 GMT
Fumi scuffed the toe of her boot on the non-existent floor, looking particularly pouty as she’d been forced to leave without substantial haul. Sighing, the small girl held her gloved hands out in front of her and with a few plumes of dark smoke coagulating in her hands, the solid golden bust she’d stolen dropping like deadweight into her hands. While her comrades seemed more likely to tear into each other than any of the dangers behind the doors, Fumi was crouched down, turning the head from side to side with a small tune playing in her head as she admired the glittering features that held no meaning to her; someone from that world maybe? Whatever, or whoever they were, Fumi did feel pride at the heavy golden trophy; this would look interesting in her collection! A gift from another world!
As Falken and Garo squared up with one another again, Fumi made her way to the bulk of the group, standing beside Eve as she gently tossed the bust up and down, whistling softly while watching the events unfold; who would start swinging first, she wondered. However, the sudden appearance of another voice made Fumi stop the incessant up-and-down tossing of her prize, looking over her shoulder in bewilderment as the man from earlier was simply...there! Her shock and disbelief slowly ebbed away as she held the small bust to her hip, seeming to come to terms with it rather easily; a good thief would never get caught in a situation that dire without an escape plan, so it only made sense to Fumi that he would have made it out. However...him being here, outside of his dimension, made Fumi very wary; she’d watched plenty of sci-fi and messing with things from other dimensions, including bring them into your own, never ended well…The small thief could only force her prize to ebb away into smoke and gave a small wiggle of her fingers, idly casting a look of silent concern at her companions.
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Post by HungryHunter on Dec 18, 2016 5:07:56 GMT
John jumped out of the way of a charging zombie only to nearly stumble into the grasp of another. He wiggled away, losing his coat to its grasp. Against large hordes with no life to drain, he was startlingly poorly equipped. He flew up into the air just in time to see his flames catch the vein of power in a monster's body and set off a chain reaction, wave of blue flame rapidly spreading below him. This changed things. If his fire could burn it, he could drain it. He just needed access.
His hair grew our into a shaggy mane and took on a purple shade as his nails grew out into claws. His tail forced its way out of the slot in his pants and swelled into something more like a salamander's but for the heart shaped tip, even dripping with a slime that now poured from his pores. He dropped with considerably less control than before and began jabbing his fingers for the stomachs of the undead monsters around him, seeking the material that gave them power inside. This form was too dangerous to be used against living beings given his lack of control, but against something as mindless as these? It was just the sort of boost he needed.
"Garo, don't give in to his goading so easy. He's like an annoying little brother. He wins if he gets a reaction." Eve chided Garo. Talking to Falken was just useless and she wasn't even going to try. The little brat entered and Eve quickly stepped over to check on her. She had heard gunshots and even if the kid was annoying, she was a kid. "Are you alright?" She asked, looking for signs of injury. All she saw was a shiny object from the other world. She bit her tongue. She had stolen those guns, so who was she to complain? Her other take from the old universe surprised her.
"What are- okay, first, this isn't our whole universe. Why would you even assume that? This is just a... place... where we go... other places. It's unclear so far, honestly." Eve scratched her head. She got the basic concept, but this place's nature aggravated her to no end. "Now, Garo. Do you know what that means?" She tapped the kanji on one of his chosen doors. If he didn't, she would rather take the other. Nondescript seemed safe.
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Post by Vapovile on Dec 19, 2016 23:00:57 GMT
One by one, Mizuki sliced through the heads of the zombie horde with her daggers, striking with the precision that only comes with experience fighting the undead. The tops of the monster's heads slowly slid off their base, making a sickening 'thud' as they hit the floor. As the new agent was getting into her rhythm...the feeling of cold, dead hands could be felt gripping onto her right leg. Without a word, Mizuki kneeled down and sliced the offender's hand completely off, using her momentum to use her other dagger to stab directly into the zombie's skull.
Now free, Mizuki leaped backwards to a safe distance and kicked a nearby zombie away while she slashed both of her daggers through another zombie's eye sockets, then ripped them out to keep attacking the newly-brought horde. As she fought, Alex noticed the undead begin to reorganize and leap onto the chains that were spearing through their kind's heads. "Hmph...do these creatures believe that overwhelming numbers alone can win a battle?" Leaping up onto a ruined column, Alex folds his arms across his chest and stares down at the horde. Summoning four more chains out of portals behind him, Alex directs them all downward to spear more of the undead's brains, but this time, the previous chains filled with dead zombies wrap themselves around the column to create a literal barricade of corpses to act as another defense against him and the undead.
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Post by waybig1010101 on Dec 28, 2016 6:59:39 GMT
Nodding to Callis, the earth shaker places both of his hands on the ground. "Don't get yourself killed," he told Gen before disappearing into the earth as easily and smoothly as a professional swimmer dives into a pool. Underground now, Jose quickly spreads his terra senses further and further out as he searches for the object. As he digs deeper any zombie unfortunate enough to encounter him on his path is swiftly crushed by the immense amount of force he is able to exert on them while they are surrounded by an endless supply of earthly materials to squeeze them against. As he goes deeper and deeper he suddenly begins to feel the temptation to absorb an unnecessary amount of terra energy. As the temptation gradually becomes more and more unbearable he clings to memories of past mistakes and Goemon's teachings in order to motivate and maintain his self control. After traveling for a mile, he eventually picks up on a square shape entity and quickly makes a b-line straight to the object.
Alex remains quiet as he waits for the group to make a decision between themselves as he didn't care which door they pick. However his silence ends once the Phantom Thief of the Rose walk past the door. His eyes scan the man one more time as a few questions begin to formulate in his head about this strange fellow. Finally he decides on which question he wants the man to answer first. He slowly approaches the man with a few awkward steps. "What was that light show earlier?" His irregular and unnatural larger eye seems to have a will of its own as the massive eyeball continues to examine the interactions between his companions. Shifting from one hunter to the next in an irregular pattern. Meanwhile his regular size eye fixates on the colorful man standing in front of him as he eagerly waits for an answer to his question.
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Post by Gosanti on Dec 28, 2016 15:13:05 GMT
Victor certainly DID NOT like it when two pairs of arms came out of the ground and dragged him down. He crouched and swiftly cut off the corresponding zombie heads! Then he looked at what Mizuki had done with their arms and felt stupid. He was now pinned to the ground by headless zombie corpses!
The fuel-in-the-stomach, sorcerer-led news made him neurotic. So these weren't regular zombies? He hated, really hated with a passion, the classic kind of zombies, like in the movies before George Romero, the ones that were reanimated and commanded by an evil cleric. There had to be a way to get at the source - he kept on fighting, still in his place, killing the zombies that approached him. He tried to kick around the corpses that were holding his feet, but to no avail. He hoped he had a time window, soon, to be able to cut them into pieces. But first he yelled:
-Callis! What's the maximum range on this sorcery? How far do you think the commanding sorcerer can be?
(He really did not get the thing about Jose breaking the thing. Was it like a receiver-transmitter, amplifying the sorcerer's range? Or did it simply work on its own, and the sorcerer could be planes away? Could the original sorcerer even be dead?)
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Post by Kuma on Dec 31, 2016 4:46:16 GMT
-I understand… I think… maybe not such much… Or not at all.- The Phantom Thief of the Rose stroked his thin goatee as he looked around the room. -At least I’m alive.- He smiled charmingly. -Heroic self-sacrifice wasn’t what I got in this santo lavoro.- The Thief talked about his crimes more like a mission from God rather than a criminal act. Upon hearing the first words coming from Alex’s mouth he turned around to face the Grotesque Hunter, he didn’t seem to squirm in disgust or show any sign of discomfort upon seeing the Wire Master’s face up close. -That mio amico was a Pugno di Jupiter, some new fancy armored vehicles developed by the Juno Corportation for the government.- The Phantom Thief kept explaining, his tone getting more dramatic with each word. -Gigantic machines pretty much invulnerable to enemy fire, used to crush the spiriti, couri, menti and most importantly bodies of any rebellious elements in the cities, the move through an aberration of a rail system that pierces through the elegant buildings destroying their classical beauty.-
What started as a short explanation became as passionate speech. -So I, Angelico della Rosa, was chosen among other 4 to protect the beauty remaining in the world, fighting not only against the injustice done by night, but also protecting the works of art that display the true potential of humanity, the potential that was squandered when the American idiots decided that attacking a beach was too much hustle for them.- From passionate he increased into a crescendo of rage. -So I fought and lost my comrades in arms, Margherita, Tulipano, Narciso and Gladiolo, but kept doing my work.- He finished by fluttering his cape in a very theatrical gesture. He stood there, posing with his cloak’s movement fading away until he realized the talked too much. His passionate eyes and charming smirk became rigid and forced as he started sweating, his eyes were the only thing that moved, from side to side, trying to see if anybody else was around to hear him. -Never mind what I said. - He managed to utter. -I must be in shock, I don’t know what I’m saying.-
Meanwhile, ignoring him, Garo was reading the door, or at least trying as Falken kept pestering him. -Move old man, my translating software will get this done.- He bumped the Old Archer with his shoulder, trying to push him away to display his usefulness to Eve. The Veteran Archer replied in kind, pushing the Infamous Mercenary. -I’m from Japan you idiot, I don’t need your knock-off Google Translation to read Kanji.- Falken pushed Garo again taking the center spot on the door. -Really? Don’t you need your glasses to read you geriatric asshole?- Finally Garo took one of his arrows and poked Falken on the side, making the Psycho Cyborg wince in pain and take a step to the side as he checked if he was wounded. Garo actually used a taser hidden on his palm, instead of actually piercing his foe with the arrow-tip. Falken charged forward but Garo expertly placed his hand on the trajectory of the Infamous Mercenary head, blocking it as he strained his eyes to read the blurred kanjis. He then turned to Eve. -The best translation I can give is the Hollow Bullet Bar or maybe Pub.- Falken, who had been struggling against the Archer’s steely grip over his face, stopped squirming.
-Hwy twts tw nwme uf mw bwr.- His voice, muffled by Garo’s hand tried to explain something. -Okay, I’m going to release you know, just behave.- The Archer used a condescending tone, as if he was talking to a child, as he removed his hand from Falken’s mouth. The Infamous Mercenary was glaring at the Old Hunter. -So what did you wanted to say?- Garo asked, just to get decked by Falken, falling flat on his ass after the receiving the Cyborg’s punch on his cheek. Before Eve could chastise him the Infamous Mercenary pointed at the door. -That’s the name of my bar! Why the fuck is in Kanji?- Falken kicked the side of the door with childish anger. -I swear that if there is a version of myself that is Japanese behind that door I’m going to strangle him with a piano wire and break a dozen of beer bottles on his head.- He profusely cursed as he kept kicking the side of the door. Maybe somebody should stop him before he accidentally opened with one of the kicks. -I.- He kicked the door. -BLOODY.- He kicked it again. -HATE.- Once again he kicked the door. -JAPAN.-
As he got up Garo moved closer to Eve and whispered. -Do you want to tell him that all of his weapons are named in homage to japanese characters or should I?- The Old Archer smugly smiled while rubbing his reddened cheek, clearly he wasn’t pissed, at least not on the surface, about Falken clocking him.
The horde of reanimated corpses kept crawling from underneath the ground. Callis, noticing that even the ones that got attacked by the team were starting to get up decided to take another shot at forceful leadership. The Beast Knight did a full body spin cutting everything around him to bits in a whirlpool of light streams, corrupted Cibus and undead pulp. As he gained a few moments in that opening he shouted at the Magus floating off the enemies reach. -I understand that my comrades display skills in the arts of war that seem to tower anything seen in Centris, but you mustn't stay there in shock wise Magus.- Callis pointed with one of his blades at a surging mound of undead creatures crawling out from the removed ground left by the previous wave. -Show them your abilities people of Via, let them hear the crackle and thunder of the Viani Magus!- The Beast Knight proclaimed, putting emphasis to his last words by slashing a wandering zombie that got to close to him. Cinerus looked first at Callis and then to his men, realizing that the Beast Knight was asking for help took him just a second, ordering the others to attack much less. -Men, destroy the undead vermin plaguing or land!- The Magus moved as one, all already trained for this after months of facing similar dangers and all of them proclaimed the same spell with what seemed one voice.
Disrumpo Fulminis: Catena Doloris (Disrupting Lighting: Chain of Pain)
The Vis, the magical energy’s name in Centris first charged the Cibus Crystals atop their staves before surging out in form of electric arcs. The cavalcade of thunderbolts moved towards the zombies light blindingly blue snakes zig-zagging through the air avoiding other parts of the battle only focusing on the area were the freshest batch of the undead were coming from. The Lighting coursed through their bodies, jumping from one to one. The amount of initial zombies hit meant that the Chain Lighting radiated with amazing speed forming a circuit that soon closed up when all the spells reached the same enemy. The undead at the very end exploded in a gory detonation of guts and electric charge and served as the prologue to what seemed the grossest domino effect in history, as the zombies started exploding, lighting pouring from their innards through their skin in a reverse order to how they were affected, moving from the back to the front with surprising effectivity. When fighting against the Undead the Magus Corp from Via tended to think that overkill was more than acceptable.
Meanwhile the battle raged on, as the spell only got the newest 3rd of the troops. The moment John touched ground he was surrounded by the Undead he had set aflame, so far the creatures never seemed to feel pain, but clearly whatever happened when the unholy Cibus inside them reacted to the Demon’s flames was actually causing them discomfort. Based on their instincts the half molten and half rotten reanimated carcasses decided to attack the source of their pain, so they charged at John trying to overwhelm him with numbers alone, even jumping over him trying to cover him up, dozens of hands launching scratches towards the Transfigured Demon. As this happened the undead creatures fighting Mizuki were charging with renovated energy, even as the wounds she inflicted, to the ones she didn’t decapitate or debrain, weren’t enough to stop them. The creatures roared with mindless ferocity jumping at her, almost like a torrent of rotten flesh, a very angry torrent with jagged teeth and sharpened boney finger tips, acquired by their constant tunneling.
The ones trying to get to Alex started climbing the barricade, at least the ones who weren’t caught by his sharp chains piercing through their decaying corpses. They were showcasing unnatural agility, but truth to be told they were just human bodies without any kind of consciousness to limit their actions, that’s where Viani Zombies split apart from their Earth Counterpart, as one could consider the undead vermin in Centris what is usually called “Peak Human”, instead of shambling piles of bones that move at a snail’s pace. In exchange they couldn’t actually convert people into their brethren, but they could kill them by biting them and poisoning people with their corrupted Cibus, creating more corpses for the entrepreneuring Necromancer to use. This wasn’t a problem for most of the team, but Gen, without his powers was actually working a sweat as he used a hit’n run tactic, moving as fast as he could over the ruins while scoring a couple of hits when he could. -FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK!- Was the mantra he was shouting as he rushed up a fallen column, that was leaning one that was still upright, as the Undead Horde chased him.
-EAT GROUND YA FUCKIN’ PIECES OF ROTTEN SHIT!- The Hot-blooded Boxer roared as he put all his weight on the jump of the slanted column, pushing it off the support it had and making it crash into the ground, carrying a dozen reanimated corpses with it. He caught his breath standing on the precariously eroded pillar. -THAT’S hufff…- He was leaning forward supporting his hands on his knees, with his eyes closed, ignoring the horde swirling around the dust cloud lifted by the fallen column. -WHAT! Huff...huff…- He kept panting as his hands slowly as he opened his eyes and flipped them both fingers. -YA GET FOR FUCKIN’ MESSIN’ WITH ME!- The Zombies were mid-climbing as he insulted them. The Boxer, bleeding from a couple of scratches shook his head with frustration as he jumped to the next column. -COME ON! LET ME GET FUCKIN’ ONE YA ASSHOLES!!- He kicked the pillar he had been standing on to force it to break off, crashing again underneath him, splattering undead corpses. Once again he fought to regain what little breath he had left as inside his head a voice pleaded arrogantly. -Come you idiot, you’re going to get ourselves killed, I just wanna help you kill those bastards!- Gen, just replied with a tired whisper -Shut the fuck up.- as he jumped towards a large portion of more or less stable wall, hoping to get enough footing to repel the incoming enemies.
Callis moving through the battlefield like a tornado of death heard the question Victor asked him. -Mes Gratti, there is no spellcaster controlling them at the moment, but Mes Hernandez is dealing with the relic that is keeping them active.- The Beast Knight didn’t notice in which situation Victor was in until he turned and when he did he wanted to help, but the wall of undead flesh between him and the Armored Youth was far too great for him to surpass with ease. -STAY STILL!- He ordered Victor as he conjured more swords, these floating behind his black, like some kind of halo. He managed to unlock this ability during the deadly struggle he had in Kyoto against the enigmatic Ikari Fukushi but still this wasn’t a move he practiced enough to be confident on using it. Yet battles tended to causes risk that only hopeless gambles could solve. The Beast Knight rushed up a 90 degree incline, trying to get enough height for a clean shot. Upon reaching the desired altitude he vaulted with a back flip and mid flight he launched the floating blades towards the hands grasping Victor’s legs.
NOTIO SAGITTA! (Conceptual Arrow)
Callis proclaimed as a strange wheezing sound, almost sci-fi-like followed the flying blades, that left behind streams of white light. The weapons were directed to the hands but still some of them might knick Victor’s armor, scratching it or an almost too deep slice, still their main objective was fulfilled as the swords pierced deeply into the ground, like ivory arrows. The Beast Knight landed with both swords still firmly clutched on his hands performing another spinning move to clear his landing as he finished the backflip. Callis then proceeded to pass some instructions. -Mes Miyata when the object Mes Hernandez comes try to lift it as high as you can with your chains.- He climbed to a higher position while talking. -Mes Gratti, Messa Mizuki join me into a combined attack, slash the same point as I will.- Callis kicked an undead head that popped up and finished his instruction. -Mes Chandler! When the Relic is vulnerable threw your flame into the breach and afterwards everybody take cover!- The Beast Knight just hoped that his plan would work and the Magus could contain the blast.
-What about me ya wordy fuckin’ bastard?- The Beast Knight didn’t realize that he had climbed the same patch of ruined wall that Gen had taken refuge. -No fuckin’ instructions for me?- The Hot-Blooded Boxer asked as he clocked an undead with such force, born from his frustration, that caused its jaw to unhinge and the teeth to fly away from the rotten mouth like pieces of bark coming out from a tree. Callis just limited to stab one of the enemies trying to caught Gen from the back and uttered -Survive Mes Shishioh, just survive.- Gen groaned with frustration as he moved away sliding on the floor with a basement dropkick aimed at another head that just popped up.
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Post by Iris on Dec 31, 2016 8:47:11 GMT
God, they were so dramatic. Everything was a fight between these two grown men, and what was at first charming, was now more annoying than anything. Fumi, a master of childishness, crouched down with her palms against her knees, resting her head against the small gap between them as she gave a massive and dramatic sigh. This ‘feud', or whatever was going on between these two, was a spectacle wasting their precious time in this odd place with its exceptionally odd company. “Note to self, don't take anymore freelance work…”
The small girl was relishing in her own over-dramatic lamentations, an ever-growing homesickness washing over her. Fumi missed her messy bed, her ceiling that glittered with stolen knick-knacks, and her busted TV that she enjoyed her stupid re-runs on. Would she ever see that again?... No offense to her team, but she didn't want to spend an eternity with them, suspended in nothingness and petty squabbles. No...there was too much at stake for her to kid around any longer!
Fumi hopped up, a bounce in the movement that made her hair bob. Her small face had a look of intense determination and she squeezed her way between Garo and Eve, her fingers lingering for a mere, almost unnoticeable moment against Garo, remembering where she had seen him place the current object of her desires.
Striding to Falken, who she figured was just throwing the equivalent of an adult tantrum, Fumi huffed loudly and gave the raging cyborg a pathetic attempt at a shove to try and get him away from the door. In the same moment of leeway, she pulled out the chalk she pilfered from Garo, flicking the small, white piece as she quickly began to scrawl on the door’s surface. “We could sit here and be babies for the rest of eternity, OR we could finish this mission. Remember what’s important and what brought us all here.”
Stepping back after she leaned forward intensely, Fumi stood to the side and smacked her hand against the door, right above where she had written, her other hand making the very gesture she had made when she first greeted Falken. The greedy rub of her index and middle finger against her thumb, a look of absolute determination following it. “THE $$$$$.” She had too much of a haul riding on this stupid place and she wasn't about to leave, or die, without getting her pay! She turned just one final time, stooping down to angrily write as she quickly began running out of space with her large lettering. “I'm not going to die here, or leave without that stupid crystal, so let's get a move on!”
Tossing the piece once more, it almost left her fingers befire it turned into smoke. She stood then, hands on her hips with her foot tapping impatiently as she sent her hilariously un-intimidating glare to the members of her team, tapping her finger repeatedly on the scrawled door.
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Post by HungryHunter on Jan 1, 2017 23:29:20 GMT
John's claws cut deep into the zombies around him, digging for their cores to keep himself fueled as he fought for his life. Even with the boost of his released form, he was not made for this sort of combat. He cursed himself for never learning to use a weapon just in case. It would have come thoroughly in handy here. The wave of flesh pushed from all directions, John jumping and traveling with short flaps until he found a wall to settle atop.
He was tempted to tear open another vein to ignite, but in this form he could barely control his power. He couldn't risk an uncontained blaze. He settled for head and neck shots, hoping to remove or destroy their heads like he saw others doing. It seemed to work, so he would just have to grin and bear it. Hopefully there was indoor plumbing here, as unlikely as that was looking. He noticed his name being called and perked up just in time to catch his instructions. Relic? He wasn't sure what was going on, but he trusted Callis to know what was going on if it was his own world. He ignited one hand and prepared to lob a single fireball. This wasn't a great place. He was glad Callis was leaving with them.
Eve groaned in mental agony while Garo and Falken bickered. She focused on the payoff for the job and everything that came with it. It would all be worth it with that in her hands. She decided to talk to the man from another world for a second to take her mind of her babysitting duties. "From the sound of it, your world is a parallel timeline to ours. I can't exactly pin down the split I'm afraid. History... is not my subject." The very idea of the USA being a tipping point in anything was still very strange to her. Those little colonies were just a place to rob ships from back in her day. Nostalgia aside, she did have to settle this. A short thought process lead her to an unfortunate conclusion.
"Fuck, we have to take the bar." She grumbled. One Falken was enough, and the threat of violence was immense. But there was a guarantee that she didn't have with the other door. She had a team member who knew exactly what was on the other side. "Falken, you lead. And if you start a fight, I'm taking Japanese Falken's side and selling him your parts." She opened the door, standing to the side to allow Falken access.
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Post by waybig1010101 on Jan 3, 2017 1:16:59 GMT
While the others continue to deal with the zombie invasion on the surface, Jose finally spots what he figures Callis told him to find. "So this thing is controlling the zombies.' The object in front of Jose is a massive 4mtsX4mts black cube with intricate green lines on the surface that eventually form together into a rectangle spiral. As he approaches the massive cube, he notices it is emitting a green light. He pauses for a moment as he tries to figure out the best method to get it to the surface. After a couple of seconds the earth shaker begins to moves his arms apart from each other. At the same time the earth around him and the cube begin to shift away from them until he has successful created a room large enough to contain himself and the cube. From the outside, the room would appear to be a 8mtsx8mts stone cube. With a few more hand gestures, he commands the surrounding earth to cling onto the stone cube as he proceeds to lift his hands to the surface. Immediately, the stone cube has been transform into some sort of elevator as the Stone Cube box begins to move upwards. Soon enough the ground below the zombies heading towards Gen and Callis will feel the ground shift under their feet for a moment before a massive stone cube erupts through the ground and smashes them.
As the stone Cube cracks apart, it reveals the bounty hunter and the glowing green Cube inside. "Sorry it took me so long," he said both Gen and Callis. "This thing was a pain in the ass to find and relocate up here."
Alex looks at the strange man with more interest as he relates he is from an alternative timeline. Or perhaps it would be fair to think they come from an alternative timeline from the colorful stranger's perspective. However before he could ask any more questions about the history of the man's world, as he is curious to know what other differences may exist between their two worlds, Eve has made up her mind about which door they will go through next. With a slight grin he looks forward to a Japanese Falken. If he is half as entertaining as our Falken, this is going to be fun, he thought to himself. As he gets ready to walk through the doors behind his teammates a thought pops into his head. Just because its Falken's bar from their world, that doesn't guarantee it means that the bar in the world they are heading to will belong to that world's Falken. He takes once last look at the man from the alternative history as evidence that major events can be different, then a minor one like should be possible as well. Still, he hopes that he is wrong and Japanese Falken is indeed the person they will meet on the other side of this door.
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Post by Vapovile on Jan 4, 2017 8:49:18 GMT
Mizuki frowned as she saw the undead she had wounded continue to stumble their way toward her, slamming her foot down on a crawling zombie's head and sending pieces of skull scattering across the floor. "How annoying..." the young assassin says to herself, slashing her daggers through another zombie's head as they continued to swarm. In the mayhem, she heard Callis's plan and nodded in response, Alex doing the same as he continued to spear the head of any zombie that dared to get close to the barrier. Any being with a sense of rational thought would think to try and use some of the debris as a stepping stone to get over the blockade, but these weren't creatures with any drive besides to attack the living.
As the cube broke the surface, Alex went to work on fulfilling his part of the plan. Dozens of portals appeared under the cube, criss-crossing across each other to create a large metallic net reinforced with Alex's magic that made the chains able to withstand much more weight than even titanium chains could. Considering the size of the cube, there were several gaps large enough for the group to attack through while still holding the object upward. "I...have it! Go!" Alex shouted across the room, putting even more of his magic into the chains to keep them rising. Mizuki had already begun her part, sprinting from the tops of ruined columns to avoid the horde and leaping up through one of the holes in the chain net to strike the outer part of the cube that Callis would hit with his own sword. While she didn't have as much raw strength as Callis, as she was trained to be an assassin and rely more on stealth, the daggers were infused with piercing magic that were built to pierce strong HW metals. After her strike on the cube, Mizuki landed on one of Alex's chains and dove below, taking cover behind one of the columns and awaiting the result of John's fireball.
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Post by Gosanti on Jan 9, 2017 6:40:21 GMT
Whoa! That part where Jose came out of a stone elevator was wicked cool! Victor stared from a bit, then took advantage of his newfound freedom (thanks to Callis), jumped out of the circle of new zombies that was closing up on him, and climbed towards Callis. He was ready to strike!
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Post by Kuma on Jan 11, 2017 2:49:49 GMT
-A Japanese me!?- Falken shouted glaring at the group. -You won’t have to worry about it, because if somebody like that exists…- The Psycho Cyborg kicked the door open and entered the room while pulling the Kazuraba Triumphant Shotgun out of his private Arsenal, through one of the accustomed green portals. -I’ll kill him myself!- The Infamous Mercenary strode forward, with murderous intent surging from every pore on his artificial skin, into a dark and damp bar, the dim light coming from dusty fluorescent tubes was barely enough to illuminate the whole thing. Piles of empty bottles lied in a disorderly fashion all over the place. The sound of a rackety ceiling fan slowly spinning echoed against the walls, while a TV Screen, almost completely opaque because of the dust, was broadcasting some sort of News Show.
-Welcome to another radiant morning in Shin Nihon.- The anchorwoman spoke with an enthusiasm that highly contrasted the dreary location Falken just walked in. -Today’s agenda for activities is quite packed, anybody in the business district should be wary of the Anti-Senshi protests erupting on the Chojin Affairs Department vicinity, as the population of Inazuma City, specially the SY Party, desire to have access to the Senshi Registration Files, after the still unproven rumors of the city hiring former criminals as part of the security forces of the city.- The graphic changed. -But changing to brighter news, the First Inazuma Martial Arts Tournament, in celebration of the glorious victory over the Kisekian invaders 10 years ago, is about to start. The PM Namae hasn’t been able to be contacted for an interview, but he sent his regards to the organization through a letter.-
Falken was quite confused about this place, it felt familiar, but only to a part of his brain. He took some weak and unbalanced steps, staggering towards the counter and then slipping to the floor, falling on his knees. Just like before, when he entered the Dimensional Waypoint, he started to ooze black liquid from the orifices of his face, falling flat on his face and convulsing. Garo entered the room with his bow already drawn, placing a purifying charm against the wall. It didn’t have a proper combat application, but could clean up the air in a room, or at least kill anything noxious, still this wasn’t actually necessary, as Falken’s seizure wasn’t caused by something external, but internal. The Phantom Thief was already in, once again moving without being noticed, and was picking around the bottles, looking for something of value.
Callis almost wanted to smile as he saw the cube getting higher. But as he started to run towards it he felt a hand on his shoulder. Gen Shishioh was clutching the Beast Knight looking at him with rage on his eyes. -WHAT THE FUCK DO YA MEAN SURVIVE!?- The zombies were climbing around them. -This is not the time for this Mes Shishioh.- Callis tried to shrug Gen’s grip off, but the extremely calloused fingers of the Hot-Blooded Boxer, testament to his extensive training, managed to stay on. -FUCK THAT! THIS IS EXACTLY THE RIGHT FUCKIN' TIME! I’VE BEEN FUCKIN’ FIGHTIN’ AGAINST FUCKIN’ DINOSAURS AND SHIT, SO DON’T YA FUCKIN’ TALK DOWN TO ME YA WORDY MOTHERFUCKER!- Gen clearly wasn’t taking what he considered a condescending tone from Callis. As they argued the undead were climbing up to the platform they were talking in. The Beast Knight pointed at the incoming horde. -Mes Shishioh.- He said with a concerned stare at the undead.
Gen just gave a passing glance to the incoming creatures before turning back to face Callis. -Don’t ya try to use this fuckin’ rotten assholes as an excuse!- Gen grabbed with one hand Callis’ jacket and at the same time he planted his foot on the nearest zombie, pushing him into the others, falling like bowling pins. -Don’t ya fuck me around! DON’T YA FUCKIN’ LOOK DOWN TO ME! WITH KI OR WITHOUT IT I CAN STILL KICK YOUR ASS!- The Beast Knight grabbed Gen’s hand as Mizuki performed the initial salvo. -Mes Shishioh! I UNDERSTAND!- He proclaimed raising his voice to stop Gen from interrupting again. -But…- Callis stabbed a zombie, while Gen punched another. - Right now I need to stop the peril we’re facing, so I’m going to need something from you.- The Former Spirit Boxer released the Beast Knight’s jacket, at the exact moment he needed both hands, as he power slammed an incoming enemy, throwing him out the platform. -Well what do ya fuckin’ want?-
Callis looked Gen right in the eyes, raised his shoulders and puffed his chest. -I need to guard my back as the undead vermin might follow the same path I will stride, hold this ground and keep them away from me.- The Beast Knight felt a bit uneasy asking somebody without superhuman abilities about this, but he didn’t have time to get anybody else up here. -Ya would’ve fuckin’ started by sayin’ that ya wordy motherfucker!- Another group climbed, with Gen using a mixture of boxing, wrestling, karate and muay thai to clean house, even without Ki the Former Spirit Boxer could easily be a top ranking MMA fighter or something in the same ballpark, mostly thanks to the training from Reiji, who strengthened Gen’s body. Callis, a bit surprised by the extreme violence in display almost forgot what he had to do, but the clinking sounds of the chains woke him up. -May the Ancient Magus protect you Mes Shishioh.- Gen was kicking an undead while getting punched by another, his nose bleeding and keeping a third in a headlock. -STOP FUCKIN’ TALKIN’ AND GET THE FUCK UP FUCKIN’ THERE YOU WORDY FUCKER!-
Without needing more encouragement Callis rushed up the chains, displaying uncanny agility and balance, summoning two swords and pouring his willpower into them, like before, the energy covered his hands and arms, up to his elbows and the faintest images of white wings appeared on his back as he rushed forward. -Almost there!- He shouted while jumping from chain to chain with just one momentary contact each time, until he dashed forward, the energy propelling him towards the cube as he launched both blades in upwards slashes, using them with a reverse grip. -SHARPER!- He roared as his blades started moving, generating a low buzzing, like a sci-fi chainsaw. Using Mizuki’s piercing attack as the focus of his attack he crossed both slashes using the hole left by the HWIC agent as an axis. He left deep cracks, leading into the inside of the cube, just one more hit and it would open.
Callis fell like a rock, breaking his fall by nimbly using the chains to slow down, once again just using one almost weightless touch. As he did he shouted more orders. -Mes Gratti it only needs one more attack, hit it and take cover, so Mes Chandler has a clean shot.- The Beast Knight rolled on the ground landing underneath the floating Magus. -Mes Cinerus, we will require extra protection, could your squad cast the lighting cage around the cube before it explodes?- The Old Magus nodded. -It will be done Mes Nomene.- Cinerus started instructing his comrades in arms. Callis hoped this worked, because he didn’t want to stay more time here, the more he did the more he felt responsible of his homeland and the more that happened the more he wanted to stay.
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Post by Iris on Jan 11, 2017 4:13:49 GMT
She’d guessed that they’d gotten everything together finally. When the door opened, Fumi walked in and sniffed a little, looking displeased with the amount of dust this place had, and she only stepped over Falken as he seemed to be having another episode like before. Eve seemed able to take care of him just fine and she didn’t have anything to provide here either, so she simply hopped up behind the bar in a similar fashion to the other Thief, idly scoping through bottles with disinterest. Bars weren’t her kind of place.
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Post by Gosanti on Jan 12, 2017 4:41:54 GMT
A powerful, ranged attack that kept him in cover? Victor thought this was a good chance to perform his latest idea for an attack. He closed his eyes and expelled the armor; Tigerbot took form, crouched and then leapt forward, diving straight into the cube. It should be a pretty big hit, after which Tigerbot would immediately disarm itself and fly back to Victor's body. Theoretically.
Victor was frustrated, he was in dire need of ranged attacks! It had become a bit of an issue lately. He clenched his staff in his grip - he had materialized it before sending Tigerbot away, just in case. He wished that at the very least the staff came with a detachable... thingy he could throw away. Well, a boy could dream.
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Post by waybig1010101 on Jan 12, 2017 7:36:29 GMT
As the other deal the finishing blow to the cube, the earth shaker protects his comrades from the horde of Zombies with a combination of his martial arts prowess and earth abilities. As he strikes the approaching undead one after the other, he couldn't help but pay attention to Gen from time to time to make sure he is alright. He still carried around a guilty conscious from the time he had to rely on Reiji's student to save not only himself, but the world as he knows it. If only he had been stronger, he told himself over and over. Yet now, he thinks there is something besides pure power that he needed that day. His eyes switch over to Callis for a moment as he admires the beast knight's skill as a leader and knowledge before shifting back to a zombie preparing to bite him. Yet before it could sink its teeth into the bounty hunter, Jose delivers a quick yama-zuki to the chest and stomach area of his would be attack with enough force to launch the corpse a dozen meters backwards. Before it could get up, the earth quickly swallows the zombie.
Alex examines Falken again as he appears to be experiencing another episode. Though rather then attempt to help the guy right away he watches from the shadows as he tries to process every single moment of his fellow hunter's suffering. He starts to image what the machine man must be feeling right now. His eyes follow the trail of black ooze for a while before he slowly approaches the machine man. With his wire threads he prepares to restrict the man should he turn hostile towards them under his current distress. Now standing over the man, his wire threads begin to dance around him as he is getting ready for the worse possible outcome.
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Post by HungryHunter on Jan 12, 2017 20:07:12 GMT
"Don't start anything, you two." Eve commanded her comrades and followed Fumi. She carefully sat next to her, hoping her weight wouldn't crush the shoddy stools. "I'm just sitting with you because everybody else is worse." She informed Fumi. She glanced around and banged on the counter. "What do you have to do for a drink around here? Is this place abandoned?" Eve rapped on the counter, noting the dust that rose off. She turned to watch the television. Looks like more was different here than just who owned Falken's crappy bar. "Do you think that tournament has a cash prize?" Eve wondered to herself.
John took off into the air to keep out of harm's way until he was called upon. He wasn't making much progress among the horde anyway. He kept high out of reach until Victor laid the final blow, opening that magical stuff to his flames. From the blasts he got when he ignited the base zombies, he guessed it wasn't a great idea to take a direct shot. No, he'd need a better plan. He swooped right for the swarming horde and aimed to grab one from their midst. He would first claw open the vein in its struggling body, then as he drew near the cube, plant just the slightest spark of flame near it. With a toss, the creature's body would land right by the cube. When the flames ignited the creature, hopefully the resulting blast would light up the cube as well. And in the few seconds before that happened, it was time to get out. "Everybody down!" John dove away, swooping down behind the castle walls.
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Post by Vapovile on Jan 14, 2017 2:41:17 GMT
Both Alex and Mizuki had positioned themselves behind large piles of debris to protect themselves from the explosion that would undoubtedly result from John's fireball. Alex was quickly running out of mana trying to hold the giant cube in the air, letting some of the outermost chains crumble into dust in order to reduce the amount of objects he needed to keep pumping magic into. Once this challenge was over, he'd need to stay in the back for a little while to allow his mana reserves to replenish back to acceptable levels. Mizuki, meanwhile, was skillfully slashing through the heads of zombies who had decided to attack her position of cover, giving their bodies a swift kick afterwards to knock down other incoming zombies. It was only a matter of minutes before all of these bugs would become corpses once more.
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Post by Kuma on Jan 16, 2017 3:02:03 GMT
The flames launched by Johnathan hit the opening created by the efforts of Mizuki, Victor and Callis. For a moment it seemed that the attack didn’t have the desired effect, but just like with the Undead affected it just took a moment to initiate the chain reaction. A loud booming buzzing surged with such force from the cube that it was almost visible, a transparent shockwave that pulverized the highest peaks of the ruins, turning them into dust, while radiating kinetic energy downard, this was only the initial detonation, as the hole suddenly started spewing flames, turning into an uncontrollable furnace. This was the signal for the Magus, who had been moving into a circling position around the cube, to act, energy swirling in and out of their bodies, slowly moving towards the focusing gems atop their staffs.
Ius Fulmen: Ultio Carcer
The casted as one, Vis becoming Lighting as it coursed through their bodies and surged from the purified Cibus Crystals on their staffs. The same spell they used to contain the newcomers was being used to contain the power of the explosion, working as some sort of energy net enclosing the heat and power rifting out the cube, that slowly began to crack, releasing streams of impure Vis through the fissures, seemingly more like a viscous liquid than actual energy, as it splashed against the barrier instead of just diffusing. The radiant light coming out the cube was increasing in power and brightness, making Callis, who had taken refuge behind a large section of outer wall, cover his eyes. Gen was a bit closer than the Beast Knight, holding to dear life to a piece of floor as even with the barrier around it the Cube was expelling high velocity winds, pushing dust and pebbles around.
-WHAT THE FUCK DID YA FUCKIN’ ASKED AS TO FUCKIN’ DO!?- Gen loudly shouted, fighting against the deafening sound of the wind and the electrical crackle, at Callis. -This needs to happen Mes Shishioh, or we will fight against these undead vermin until the next Unda Invasion.- The Hot Blooded Boxer left hand lost its grip on the eroded stone, clinging with the fingers of his right hand as hard as he could. -WHAT THE FUCK IS A FUCKIN’ UNDA!?- Callis made an effort to lean out of cover. -Unda are…- Gen cut him short. -I DON’T FUCKIN’ CARE WHAT THE FUCK A UNDA IS!!!- The Beast Knight looked at Gen with confusion filled eyes and just shook his head. He wanted to keep talking with Gen, but something caught his attention, as he noticed the strange state the Impure Vis had, usually it was like smoke, but right now it was behaving like a liquid, and slowly dripping down the spherical cage the Magus created, forming a black and oily puddle there.
Finally the energy release slowly stopped, luckily for the Magus who were slowly descending to the ground, sweating profusely. Using Vis was quite taxing on the body, as the users would have to channel this powerful energy through their bodies, almost like conducting electricity through their bodies using willpower alone. As they collapsed one by one around the ruins the same fate, but a bit more permanent, happened to the Undead creatures, slowly losing their luminescence and dropping to the floor like dead weights, pun intended. Just like the wizards and the undead the barrier also started to falter, the last crackles of electricity died out and the puddle of black goo fell down with a loud “PLOP” For a moment it seemed that it would slowly be absorbed by the ruins, but instead of filtering through the ground it started moving, gathering into a single spot and slowly increasing in height, taking the shape of a man covered in black robes, but still maintaining the oily color and texture.
Callis opened his piercing blue eyes as much as he could, too surprised to talk. He knew that figure, the tattered black robes, the skull mask, the chains crossing over the chest. Mortius, The Necromancer, the same wicked villain the destroyed during the fight than created the ruins they are fight right now, was standing there, brought back from the Realms of Death by his unholy magic. The liquid figure stretched his arms towards the sky, hidden underneath the fabric like membrane created by the impure Vis that allowed him return. -At long last!- His gelatinous fingers closed into clenched fists with a disgusting sound. He took a step forward, leaving streams of cobweb like Impure Vis behind him. -I have returned to Centris!- He crouched as he spoke, grabbing one of the unconscious Magus from the squad by the chin. -Thanks to these rank amateurs, incapable of understanding the real reason behind the attacks, just a way to drain Vis from them and power myself up.- He dropped the Magus and looked up to the sky. -I am free! ONCE AGAIN!- He roared with a victorious note, but his celebration was interrupted when he heard a voice.
-So you still like to monologue on your own, Mortjus the Necromancer-
Mortjus turned around to face Callis Nomene, his iris-less black eyes opened with a moment of surprise and then slowly narrowed into hate-filled slits, followed by a growl. -Callis…- Mortjus hands tensed up, turning into shivering claws. -Nomene.- He spit the name of his foe with enough venom to poison a banquet. He then proceeded to look around, seeing the rest of the team. -And strangers alongside him.- He suddenly moved his head, almost like a nervous tick, as if he just heard something. -What? They are not from this world?- He did it again, listening to messages that only he could hear. -The same the Saevus pest ended on? They are following him into battle?- Another sudden twist of his neck, this time one impossible for a human, 180 degrees with his slimy neck twisted around. -should I kill them all? Agreed, sounds fair.- He finally stopped this schizophrenic rant and focused once again on the group.
-Sorry, but I need to kill you, I would have loved to capture you and bleed you dry, but I need to kill you.- He spoke with a gargle behind each word, clearly he was fully made of the strange substance. Callis greeted his teeth, realizing that this meant they would have to finish the work he had once started. Mortjus raised his viscous hands as purple energy swirled around them, seemingly being completely made of magical energy was allowing him to cast without the use of Cibus. -Thinking about it I'm not sorry at all KUKUKUKUKUKUKUKUKUKUKU.-
Inpurus Aqua: Oceanicae Serro!
Blasts of septic water, with a slight purple tint, sprouted from the ground, moving towards every individual member of the group at high speed, getting thinner and sharper. Basically Mortjus, or whatever took its form was shooting them with high pressure water saws, but with the added bonus of using filthy water for it, getting slashed with this might be lethal, but even the weakest cut could bring a lot of diseases into their systems, diseases from a parallel dimension. Callis prepared to dodge as he shouted. -EVERYBODY DODGE!- The mad cackling of the strange creature accompanied the buzzing sounds of the high speed aquatic projectiles.
Just for a moment Garo almost had the thought of helping Falken, but he quickly changed his mind, walking towards the bar and sitting besides Eve and Fumi, really not caring about the Convulsing Cyborg on the floor. Angellico had jumped over the counter, his cloak fluttering behind him, and started checking the liquor and wine. -Merda.- He threw a bottle of the shelf after reading. -Merda.- He repeated the process a couple more of times until he finally grabbed a bottle of scotch, it was an oak-barrel aged Single Malt whiskey, a Glenlivet. -AH! Finally something decent, this is a luxury where I come from.- He turned around and picked some shot glasses from under the counter, cleaning them and placing one for each member of the group, but upon leaning to the side to see Falken still on the floor he removed one of the glass, shrugging. -Well more for us.- As he served the news continued.
-We remind the populace to call the Ministry of Security in case of meeting an unregistered super-human, all of us can do our part to make our country prosper if we support the Private Senshi initiative and the exchange programs with the rest of the cities.- The graphics changed showing a photo of Falken, clearly it was a mug shot. -Now to less hopeful news, today it marks the 4th year anniversary on the attempted assassination of our PM Usso Namae by the hands of deranged local bar owner and former mercenary Falken Degiraz.- A video file opened, still on pause, on the screen. - Viewer discretion is adviced, as the footage we’re about to show is of graphic nature- A short video showing Falken, injured, with a half beard and desperate eyes, killing and maiming a whole group of bodyguard protecting a man on his 70’s with long white hair and traditional japanese clothing. -Upon his failed assassination attempt Falken Degiraz left the city and nobody has seen him since, rumors place him on the ruined American Continent. Any information about his whereabouts would be highly rewarded.-
Garo turned around to see the still convulsing Falken and shaking his head. -Even in other dimensions you’re an asshole Degiraz.- The Old Archer downed the Whiskey poured by Angellico and turned to Eve. -Harper-san what’s the gameplan? Do we stick to this place until the light gets green?- He pointed at the red dot flying over the door. -Or do you have something else in mind.- Unknown to Garo and the others, unless they had extremely enhanced senses a group of figures were floating towards them, descending from an upper level of the city, which was built on large concrete and reinforced steel pillars. They were Private Senshi, goverment approved superhuman soldiers. Angellico proposed. -I vote to stay here until we finish this fine treat, I always think better with a couple of drinks on me.- He charmingly smiled and downed another shot.
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