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Post by Iris on Aug 28, 2016 1:12:38 GMT
Being hungry made her testy, made her look for fights, it’d always been that way since the very first time she’d claimed her vessel. It was probably being hungry that cost her a few of those vessels as well. However, this case was just a slight bit different. Despite just being hungry, Amai was also excited to interact with these ‘comrades’ of hers; she loved seeing how far she could push, see who was all talk and who wasn’t, see who would start the fire first. Seemed Garo was a bit quicker to drop the match than a few people she’d met so far and it delighted her to no end.
When the first arrow bit the wind, Amai practically squealed in joy. He was actually shooting at her! “What a bitter old man!” She chided in a sing-song tone through his earpiece, but despite her taunting, Amai was doing something a bit more devious through the single second it took for the second arrow to whistle its way towards her exposed knee. Like a puppeteer pulling strings on many marionettes, Amai sent out a single demand to all those enslaved to her, a similar method she’d used in her fight against Eve. Around fifteen enslaved immediately stopped whatever they were doing and began to walk towards her location; shuffling would be the more appropriate term as their wills were tugged and pulled apart like soft putty. To anyone in the vicinity of these people it would obviously be odd, but unknowingly to both Amai and Garo, it seemed that some people already had the idea that they were here.
The instant the arrow hit her knee, Amai crumpled down and let exhaled as if the air had been knocked right out of her; her comm was on the entire time so he could hear the sound, and so he could hear the slow change near the end of her exhale. At first it resembled pain, but slowly it turned into a quiet cackle and her eyes looked at her wounded knee that gave no blood, but it certainly didn’t respond. With her pupils dilating, Amai’s mouth was pouring fumes of pink smoke and she slowly turned her neck with an audible crack towards where he shot her from, her voice a dangerous hiss of delight. “You actually fucking shot me.” Grabbing the end of the arrow where the charms were tied, she pulled the pieces of paper off and then, with her hand closing around the end, she shattered it off and yanked the remaining end out while rage boiled inside of her, fiery and white-hot. “I’ll eat you, I’ll fucking consume you! You piece of shit, I’ll annihilate you!” She ended her words in a bout of laughter and an exhale of thick, pink fog, obscuring her position purposely as the bushes to her left rustled slightly and out walked the bartender she had enslaved easier, the one who was closest to her current location.
Amai’s tail shot out like a bolt of lightning, wrapping around the male’s waist and tugging him in faster than he could walk, causing him to tumble. She dragged him up by his arm with her inhuman strength and whipped him around to force his taller body in front of hers. The fog began to settle slowly and with its shifting, it revealed Amai's crouched form behind the body of the bartender who crouched with her, becoming a human shield. Her manic smile was coupled with the fiery gleaming of her eyes and she brought one hand to his chin, pulling him back against her body until she pressed fully against him. "Wanna see something realllllly fucking neat, Garo?" She hooked her thumb upwards and pressed it against the man's lips, the movement causing him to practically moan with glee as she brought his head closer to hers, whispering quietly into the comm almost as if she were telling a lullaby. "I'm going to drain this cute little man. I'm going to heal, I'm going to be stronger, and then..." She looked back to him while peeking over the man's shoulder, her smile hidden while her eyes glowed bright. "I'm going to come up there and I'm going to play with you, I won't kill you because Eve would be mad at me. But it's exciting, don't you think? I'm going to smother that fucking will of yours!" So much for getting along.
She wanted to break him into tiny fucking pieces! Luckily for Garo, Amai was a little too enthralled with Eve. No no, just playing with him would be enough for her purposes! Threatening her was one thing, but actually injuring her body? She had an image to maintain and it was awfully hard to do that when she had holes in her skin. Unfortunately for Amai, her seething rage was blinding her and she never called off her enslaved, they were still stumbling towards her location without a care in the world besides her; her constant calls of “Help me” were still relaying to all those she’d enthralled!
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Post by HungryHunter on Aug 28, 2016 2:44:35 GMT
"WHAT? NO. GARO, DON'T. YOU'RE DOING IT, AREN'T YOU?" Well, Garo was dead. Too bad, Huntsman found him okay by human standards. Well, at least Amai would be off the team for sure if she touched Garo. Huntsman didn't pick up on much, but that much was obvious. Eve liked the geezer for whatever reason and wouldn't take him getting hurt lying down. Nothing she could really do about it right now though. Somebody had to watch the target. "SILLYTHING, I WANT YOU OUT WHEN THE FOOLS GET HERE. YOU AREN'T PART OF THESE NEGOTIATIONS AND I DON'T NEED ANOTHER BRAT TO WATCH."
Jun sighed when the servant returned. "Didn't we give you a job?" She gave him the look of royalty not having their commands obeyed, that slightly disbelieving look of annoyance. It changed when he relayed information of an enemy in the area. She let him draw his map and looked it over quickly. "Hm. You say he's looking down over the complex?" She traced a line from their position to his with a finger. "So if we come up from here, he'll be facing away and paying attention to below, correct?" She looked into Bonham's eyes, making sure there was absolutely no mistake. She wasn't going in with shoddy intelligence.
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Post by Vapovile on Aug 28, 2016 18:07:09 GMT
So...they weren't really brothers? Putting that aside, Sid couldn't help but laugh a little when Derek told him to cut it out. "Heh heh...sorry dude, but when somethin's funny, it's tough to not laugh." He whispered back, listening to the conversation between the two of them. "What, ya atheist or something? Or just not Christian, I guess." Sid asked, trying to figure out the reason why it would by hypocritical to wear a cross.
Turning his attention to Huntsman, Sid's eyes lower slightly in curiosity. "What's Garo doin'? I can't hear ya bastards if you don't keep me in your channel." Sid inquired, seeing what would be so bad that Garo of all people was doing. If anything, Amai was the one he'd expect to do something really stupid and sleep with this brat's dad or something.
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Post by RedLenai on Aug 28, 2016 21:11:33 GMT
He has... some personal issues with The Lord - Thomas replied to Sid before Derek could answer. He knew all the reasons why the other won't believe in God and he didn't wanted to importunate with the true answer... knowing that Derek would be like a Drama Queen while explaining. Then he listened to Hunstman's words. He turned to the door, and then with his soft and sweet voice he spoke to her - I know, Miss. There is no reason to be worry, I hope Derek will behave around other people... well, I know better than anyone that will not happen
In the other hand, Derek was still mad at Sid. The name wasn't thaaaaaat funny, it was just some little words together and the name didn't sound bad at all. But still, he didn't understand why it was so funny for the martial arts dude. Some humans surely have a strange sense of humor. He let Thomas to answer for him. He didn't want to go into details and more, he didn't want to talk about it with strangers. Even if they were protecting his royal ass. Then he took his cellphone, looking at the hour. He listened that the other part were here, but still... How much time they'll need to get into the entrance?
Let's play something I'm getting bored again - He said, joking of course.
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Post by Kuma on Aug 30, 2016 5:27:31 GMT
George heard Amai’s pleas for help and rushed towards her location, abandoning any semblance of humanity, running in all fours. –What do you need Mistress?- He asked, sitting like a dog waiting to be pet, his tongue hanging outside mouth as his tail wagged. Whatever she did to conquer his will was also bringing his more animalistic side to the surface. He even turned his head to the side, one of his ears flopped and folded in half, while his bright eyes didn’t see anything apart from Amai’s.
Garo didn’t hear her insults through the comm as he muted the channel, but he didn’t need the comm to hear her curse, as the wind carried it over him. The Old Archer knew that it wasn’t a good idea to antagonize a demon, but at his age he couldn’t care less. Usually one gets more careful with age, experience tempering judgement. For Garo getting older than he already was, see his faculties vanish, was worse than Death. Maybe that was why he tempted it so much, antagonizing people stronger or with bigger firepower than him, maybe the Veteran Hunter was depressed, feeling the cold fingers of Death get closer and closer with each passing day. He might want to find his final hour on his own terms instead of just dying when his skills failed because of his age.
Still he wasn’t going to die without a fight. Normally one would move from the vantage point if spotted, especially by an enemy of her caliber, but Garo had a lot of experience in this kind of position so he did what he always did. He opened his Omnyo Charmbook and placed several charms around the edge of the cliff and behind him. It was a “Cross Formation” placement. He used charms in pairs, putting one crossing over the other. The lower one was the base, while the upper one modified the first one. All of the charms pairs were Wind under and Iron over. It created an updraft around him, with the strength of iron, basically he improvised a makeshift force field that constantly went up until joining over him like a dome.
He wouldn’t be able to shot through it, but it was really difficult to pierce through it, so he could prepare his next batch of arrows uninterrupted. He slowly took some tools from his pouches and started blessing the arrowheads with holy water and placing “Holy” charms, designed to harm creatures like Amai, on the shafts.
-Yeah, he seemed occupied with something on the bay…- Andy explained and added. –We only need to avoid the locals in the jungle under us and we are golden.- Falken used his own sensors to perceive more information, trying to tap into the broadcast channels. He had been attempting this since he heard Garo was on the island, as maybe, if he was accompanied by one of the Wild Hunt Operatives he might be using the same wavelengths that they usually used on their missions. Finally he hacked into it, but he only caught a part of Amai’s rant before the security on the communications managed to kick him out.
He pointed at his ear. –I managed to catch a bit of their communications, seemingly somebody is causing trouble down there and Takayama is dealing with that, so yes he might be too occupied to notice any of us getting too close.- He glanced at both of them and asked. –Who wants to take this one?- Andy raised his hand, eager to help. –I can do it! Popping one on Takayama-sensei’s head would do wonders for my rep.- But after a stealthy look at Jun he contained his enthusiasm and lowered his head. –If you allow it that’s it.- He added in a much calmer tone.
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Post by Iris on Aug 30, 2016 6:12:27 GMT
And so the cavalry was here. While Garo made his preparations, Amai began to create hers as well. She was vehemently angry, but she wasn’t stupid; Garo was the type of grizzly old man who was still alive for a reason and charging up to him blindly was just going to end in an island scale fire and another missing vessel. She REALLY didn’t want to take the chance of being exposed outside of her vessel with even a chance of him being alive; getting sent to Hell was entirely out of the question.
With George’s appearance, Amai began to plan while making sure the man stood steadfast in front of her still. “There you are, pup. I was so scared while I waited for you…” As if all animosity had left her tone, Amai took on a soft spoken and slightly shaken tone, covering her mouth with one hand as the other draped over her hips dramatically with her head turning to the side, looking away, shedding her crocodile tears with a pathetic sniffle. “I was injured and all I could think about was how I’d give you your gift if I’d died here...so tragic...sob.~” When her fingers drug away from her mouth, Amai’s smile was nothing short of sinister, masqueraded behind the gold and red of her smudged lipstick. Crouching down, Amai locked her eyes with George’s while she reached out, cradling his wolfen head in one hand while the other rubbed affectionately over his head again and again. It was time to make sure he didn’t linger from her touch for too long. “I just need you to do one more thing for me, darling. Do you think you can? It’ll be really easy...and after that, I’ll give you a treat for being such a good pet.” She slowly stopped stroking his head and ran her fingers along the side of his face to bring his head closer, and with a fatal move, she pressed her lips against the tip of his nose, ushering in an entirely new control than what she’d had earlier. It wasn’t lip to lip, but skin to skin was just as deadly, and this was just the beginning.“Be sure to come back alive, alright?~” she didn’t want George to die in this altercation, she wasn’t quite done with him yet. “Now be a good pup...and fetch me Garo’s arms, will you?”
Between their preparations, Amai’s backup had arrived; like ants roving from their hill, bodies began to spill from the woodwork of their area and Amai stood slowly, her smile deadly with a tongue as hot as flame draping across the flesh. “I won’t kill you.” She spoke into her comm while her mist began to flume out again, flooding the area while her enslaved began to appear, shuffling around aimlessly as she’d just ordered them to. “But I can’t wait to play with you...Woof.~” Her mindless slaves all stopped as they listened to their new order...and immediately began to strip off their clothing while Amai disappeared into her pink haze, leaving behind a delighted sounded giggle. Perhaps this would distract him enough for George to make his way in...and then that was when the fun began.
Meanwhile the bartender from earlier had mysteriously disappeared into the foliage among all the shuffling and hiding and in his place was someone that looked an awfully lot like him, but much more naked as the smoke began to clear, leaving him whimpering and shuffling just like the rest.
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Post by HungryHunter on Aug 31, 2016 19:16:43 GMT
"I'D LOVE TO STAY HERE AND LISTEN TO WHY YOUR SKY SLAVE MASTER ISN'T RIGHT FOR PRINCE UNCHARMING, BUT I HAVE A PROBLEM TO FIX." Huntsman peeled herself off the wall, remaining flat and patterned like the wall but now shaped into a thing that was practically all wings. Likes a horrible manta ray, it opened a mouth that ran along practically its entire front to bellow an unearthly cry of irritation before it shuffled out a window and took off. It soon came to circle over Amai and Garo and dangled stalk eyes with unnervingly human ends down at them. "HUMAN! DEMON! I DON'T HAVE TIME FOR YOUR SHIT. COOPERATE OR I'LL HAVE TO FIND A WAY TO MAKE SUCCULENT FLESH GO WITH STRINGY OLD MEAT." Her voice had become even more unnatural with her new form, wailing like the wind and carrying for miles.
"Ignore him. He's clearly not watching the path we're coming in on." Jun would prefer to make this as bloodless as possible. She was no barbarian. Just an assassin. "We have one target and if we just kill him it's easier to slip away." Not that she'd object to killing anybody in the way, but she didn't feel like striking a warrior down from behind when he wasn't even a threat.
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Post by Vapovile on Aug 31, 2016 21:57:42 GMT
"Hey, don't you fuckin' leave me here alone with these two!" Sid yelled out as Huntsman took off out the window, the kickmaster slamming his fist against the windowsill as he watched the weird bat-like creature fly away. Great, just wonderful. Now he was the only one babysitting a spoiled brat and the person Sid figured Derek stole lunch from everyday in middle school. Did royal brats go to school with other people, or did his parents just hire a teacher for their kid? Rolling his eyes, Sid turns back to the two of them.
"Right...sure...game. Thomas, right? Pick a game this guy wants to play. I'll just...be over here." Sid disinterestedly states, locking the window behind Huntsman and leaning against the door to the room. He wasn't about to play a game with this creepy kid, they'd have to pay extra money for that crap. Just what the hell was SO important with the old dude and the sex demon that Huntsman needed to be there?! Someone better be dying!
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Post by RedLenai on Sept 2, 2016 3:50:04 GMT
What are you talking about? We are Angels! - Derek said with a big smile on his lips. But when he noticed that he was alone with Sid and Thomas. Better to take some action, he grabbed something from his poket and he ate it. In a few seconds his eyes were brown and his hair was black, only his skin was the same.
No... No, No, no you have to stay here! There is people trying to kill you! - Noting that Derek was going to leave the conference room. As much as he tried, he knew it was impossible to stop him. So, he sighed and took the Colt from his clothing, better to be prepared in case of problems - It doesn't matter if you change your appareance!
By the way Thomy! I've made such great improvement on my experiments! - The Prince said in his new shape, ignoring his bro.
They walked again the Prince room and changed their clothes again. Now looking very casual. Derek took his goggles and put them across his neck, also, he picked some weird potions in small bottles. Making sure to don't lose them, the boys went outside to see where was the fun. It didn't took too much to see Amai with such vengeful face. Then, the boys ran towards some other buildings, making sure to see what was going on but at the same time,making sure they don't get involved.
Crossfire... we need to get out of here - The priest knew that some other people were coming as well, he could feel the danger in the air. Anyway, he was ready to fight, but then he noticed Derek was removing the Colt's bullets. Just what the hell he was doing?
My experiment... let's see what silver bullets with Driaochta fire can do... I know, you'll use them only if we get involved
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Post by Kuma on Sept 4, 2016 2:59:25 GMT
-Oh dammit… - Falken cursed, in a manner a bit less foul-mouthed than usual, as he heard Huntsman roar reverberating on the trees, the echo carrying the Shapeshifter’s powerful voice far beyond its point of origin. –That is going to be another problem.- The Infamous Mercenary just hoped that Eve wasn’t involved and to find out he proposed to call her, grabbing a satellite phone and dialed up Eve Harper’s phone. As the dial tone beeped he turned to the others and whispered. -Just a second, need to check on something…-
-Eve are you available?- He said, avoiding his usual flirty tone and trying to sound professional.
Eve looked up from a small gadget she was working on. She sighed and tapped it dip its beak into her cup, then raise back up. It brought a smile to her face to see it work. She turned the phone in her head on. -Define available.-
-I’m wondering if for any reason you’re currently in a job, in a tropical area or something like that.- Falken wasn’t really subtle, so his attempts to act coy about being on Arata wasn’t good enough, he wouldn’t be able to trick a child with such an obvious lie.
-Falken, get off of Arata. I’m not going to stop my employees from killing you just because I want to do it.- Eve spoke casually, all while imagining Falken’s blood on her hands.
-So you aren’t in Arata then?- Falken voice got a bit more relaxed, he wouldn’t be able to deal with her apart from the others as well. -And about getting myself killed, I think I’m going to be okay… They seem to be busier trying to kill each other.- The hint of a smile appeared on his face imagining what Eve would do to them when they got back from Arata. Really he wanted Eve to call them so they would lower their guard when they get scolded to give him and the others enough time to get to the target and kill him.
Eve groaned and put her palm over her eyes, as if not seeing would somehow improve things. -It’s Amai and Huntsman, isn’t it? Falken, if any of them die, I’m going to find you and kill you, you know that right? I’m going to take your cool parts for myself and toss what’s left to Huntsman.-
-Nice Liam Neeson Impression Eve, but don’t worry I’m not planning on killing any of them, unless they get on my way.- Falken smile got wider, he turned around to avoid showing that side to Jun. -And about who is fighting? I don’t know who Amai is, but I’m guessing she is the demon Huntsman just roared about.- He changed his tone for a lighter one. -Tell him/her to dial it down a bit I’ll need new implants for my ears if he shouts again.- He returned to his arrogant tone. -And Takayama is also involved in some manner, from what I gather I think whoever Amai is and the old man got into a fight and Huntsman went to break the fight.-
-You should really beat some discipline into them, an undisciplined mercenary says a lot about their bosses… having trouble keeping the doggies on the leash?- Falken smile was so wide and sinister he was about to let out a malevolent chuckle. -I could teach you a few tricks, I’m pretty handy with a collar and a leash, if you want to volunteer that’s it, I have a really nice dungeon under my offices.- The benefit of being thousands of kilometers away was that any kind of retaliation by Eve wouldn’t be instantaneous so Falken could keep trolling her.
Eve unconsciously clenched her fists, but a few deep breaths and she managed to respond. -I’m hanging up now, Falken.-
-You should really talk to them, they might break a nail or some-IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII- Falken stopped talking as he heard the tone. He rattled her, he knew it, surely she will try to contact the rest of the Wild Hunt to calm them down, this gave him and the rest of the Assassins a small window to act unopposed and kill the target.
The Infamous Mercenary put his phone away and turned to the others, relaxing his arrogant grin and going back to his fake laid back attitude. -Well, just talked to the boss of the bodyguards in the island, they are having a small discussion so we could take the window of time between them being called by their boss and actually stopping their in-fighting to get to the target and take him out.- Falken took his Kazuraba Triumphant Shotgun out of his Pocket Dimension Arsenal and rushed forward.
-Follow me, tonight we’re getting paid!- Andy smiled and rushed behind Falken, ready to pick a proper spot to assemble his sniper rifle and search for the target among the resort guests.
Garo opened his commlink channel with Huntsman. -She endangered the mission and the relation of our office with the MI:13, taking control over an officer of that organization can be quite dangerous for the Wild Hunt status and reputation.- The Old Archer was sitting using a perfect Seiza stance, the kneeling formal position of many martial artists and traditional masters of ancient crafts, while he doused his arrows in Holy Water. -In fact he is actually attacking me right now, the young Werewolf, Hastewell-san.-
The Veteran Hunter was unfazed as George circled his location attacking the wind barrier with his claws and being rejected. From time to time one charm started losing power and Garo had to change it, soon he would lack the charms needed. -If you can stop that idiotic woman from endangering us and the mission I will stop trying to end her pathetic excuse for a life with my arrows.- Garo was calm to the point of apathy, he was in such deep focused state he couldn’t even feel the wind around him as he diligently worked.
Mr. Oberman and his Secretary Ms. Schwartzwald arrived to the lobby door, being left there by the driver who went back to the parking lot behind the resort. The Disgusting Businessman could just enter the building carrying his luggage, as he shrink it through magic means to make it easier to transport. But even something that weighed less than a dimple seemed too heavy to carry for a man of his status, so he returned the bags to their regular size with a flicker of one of his ringed fingers and they suddenly appeared besides the door, maybe a bit too many for such short meeting. -Ms. Schwartzwald you fetch some lobby boys to carry our baggage? I want to get out of this accursed sun before my clothes start to melt... I should've brought the protection against heat scroll-
The Secretary nodded and looked around until she saw Derek, now disguised, and Thomas. She walked towards them, not even noticing who they were and asked with a sweet voice, like a teacher talking to her kindergarten students.- Good morning to you kids, do you want to earn some money?- She pointed at the baggage. -Could you help us out to carry our things to our room?- She extended her hand, with two candy pieces, one for each boy while she winked. -Is very hot and we can’t move them on our own.-
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Post by Iris on Sept 4, 2016 3:22:43 GMT
Amai had been intending to use her disguise as the bartender to worm herself away, then hopefully make her way up towards Garo's position, but his constant prattling was scraping across her nerves like a knife, leaving sparks that only set fire to her oil-covered attitude. Thanks to her irritation, she stopped her shambling around among the rest of the bodies and spoke through the comm on her ear when Huntsman appeared, roaring loudly and making her feel more hostile than ever. "I'm doing my fucking job, I had this place completely scouted! But this old shit here felt like he was doing some god-given will by trying to take me out. I'm fucking hungry and angry and let me tell you..." She put her hand on a hip that wasn't hers, the male's body using all of her mannerisms despite having her voice and glowing eyes. She looked to the much less appealing and attractive Huntsman and rubbed at her mouth with the back of her hand as she hissed angrily. "If he keeps filling me with holes, I don't care what he does, I'm going to lose my fucking cool. I'd like to not be on Eve's bad side just as much as anyone, but I don't take orders from anyone here and I CERTAINLY don't take being shot at."
She spit her saliva on the ground as it accumulated in her mouth as her desire was ever-growing. She couldn't quite decide on if she'd rather fuck or kill Garo, probably both, but god was it ever so tempting. If she bust out of her shell, she'd have a much easier time at getting to him...but that would definitely mean ending her time in the Wild Hunt and for some reason, that was when she finally got it. No longer being in the Wild Hunt meant no more time with Eve...and less time with Eve meant less time she got to look at that lovely lovely woman. "Ahhh..." Amai moaned quietly at the thought; if she stopped now, Eve would just be mad...and she wouldn't get kicked out. She'd get a pissed off Eve AND she'd get to stay and continue pissing her off. Instantly, the fight to her felt pointless. She didn't want Garo half as bad as she wanted Eve. "Eve's going to be maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad at meeeeeeeeee.~" She cupped her cheeks in her hands and gave a small sway side to side, her hungry eyes glowing as she drooled slightly, sighing happily at the thought.
Speaking into her comm again, Amai's form changed in a way that wasn't really understandable to the normal eye. For a moment she was one person...then in a strange warble of shape, she was herself just...significantly more naked. "Huntsmaaaaaaaaaaaan, tell Garo I'm bored with him.~ I'm positive he has me muted, it's just the type of thing a shitty old man like him would do.~" Squealing to herself, her previous mood restored as if nothing had happened, Amai let out a loud and commanding order to George, telling him simply to "Stop". "Besides...While I was out here minding my business...isn't Garo that's now endangered the mission? He started all this shit, now you're here, the best defense against anyone coming after the little kid...leaving him with that lazy little boy.~" Her giggling that had began halfway through her sentence slowly came to a halt and for once, a look of genuine surprise came across her face as she felt something surprisingly familiar. Not being mad allowed her to focus, come more to her sense than previously, which could explain why she'd just felt this now..."Hey...wait a minute... There's someone I know here."
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Post by Vapovile on Sept 4, 2016 3:56:55 GMT
Oh for fu-they were were leaving again?! Sid's interest in completing this mission was going down by the minute, the only thing currently keeping him here was the promise of money at the end. If this reward wasn't his ticket to dinner tonight, Sid would have probably kicked Derek in his head by now and taken a portal back to Inazuma. At least there he could get cheap food. He disinterestedly followed the duo down to where the fight was going on, lazily leaning against a nearby tree as he watched Amai have a mini meltdown. "Yep...not gettin' involved in that." He says to himself. He wasn't part of Wild Hunt, so why should he risk his own body being injured breaking up their fights?
When the secretary approached Derek and Thomas, Sid gave a small smirk to himself. Maybe this brat could get some actual work. "They'd love to help!" He blurts out before Derek or Thomas could confirm or deny. Now either they go through with it, or look like jerks for saying no. Besides...it was the safest choice, since there was a fight going on here and Amai was saying something about June. What a weird thing to bring up at this time.
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Post by HungryHunter on Sept 4, 2016 18:18:06 GMT
Huntsman's head vibrated. A text? Now? Huntsman opened an eye on her brain to read. "DON'T KILL THEM. FALKEN IS NEAR. HIM YOU CAN KILL." Huntsman growled. Well, he wasn't exactly expecting her to let her kill these two. At least it looked like Amai was calming down. Huntsman's stalk eyes all turned to her greedily took her in. "Amai, call off your slaves and put on some pants. You're making a scene." Huntsman deeply regretted she had to put clothes on, but right now really wasn't the time to strut around in her birthday suit. The only compromise was to enjoy it while she could. "Now Garo, there's somebody around I'm sure you'll be much more interested in killing." Huntsman could appeal to bloodlust. That he got at least. "Eve just sent me a message. Falken's here and we have total freedom to kill him.
Jun stiffened in the bushes. That voice below... no. Why now? Why her? Was she cursed? Had one of the spirits her family enslaved singled her out for revenge? She began wiggling back through the undergrowth, hoping to hide far away before the united forces of the enemy could swarm her. They appeared to have numbers on their side, especially with her solo fight now.
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Post by RedLenai on Sept 4, 2016 21:59:51 GMT
The boys looked at the woman, then they looked at each other. Really? That woman was treating them like children? And to top it She was offering them candies? CANDIES? To make things worse, Sid put them in a situation quite uncomfortable to respond... Derek didn't bother, with one of his best smiles, he stood and looked at the Baggage. Meanwhile, Thomas looked at the woman with a really childish face, of course he was going to accept despite of Sid's or Derek's words, he was always willing to help. But then, the blonde boy answered to the woman.
Don't worry Miss. I can do it all by myself but... I don't want to sound rude, but I'm not a big fan of sweet things
Then, the boy moved his index finger making all of the baggages move like in the Disney movies, like Cinderella or Sleeping Beauty. He walked to let the things in the room, making sure to don't make abrupt movements, who knows, maybe there would be fragile objects within. That was the only one spell that he knew properly, after all, when you are a Prince that likes to experiment with potions, surelly you'll have your hands full of things and such a single spell would be enough to work.
C-Can I still have the candy? - The youngest boy asked with his cheeks pure red, he didn't want to sound too childish, but he liked candies, more than Derek.
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Post by Kuma on Sept 7, 2016 4:17:35 GMT
-Falken is here?- Garo said, a smile slowly creeping into his face, not exactly a happy smile, but the kind of smile you get when something you wanted to hear is said. We could call it a “fulfilled expectations” smirk and it would be more fitting. Without losing a second the Veteran Archer deactivated his charms, not even bothering to put them away. He then proceeded to open the channel with Amai. -Amai, we can kill each other later, but there is somebody in this island I need to kill and after it we can take each other apart piece by piece if needed, but right now I’ve to take care of this pest.- The Old Hunter spryly jumped down his vantage point, running at a brisk pace towards the resort with his bow readied. He passed by a very dazed and confused George who tried to guess what just happened to him and was slowly reaching to a realization about his current situation and he cried out.
-Not again! Why me? WHY!?- He screamed to the heavens with utter desperation and sadness, not that Garo even noticed or cared, the Veteran Hunter could feel the blood pumping through his veins, each of his breaths were filled with the kind of energy a child who rushes down the stairs on Christmas morning has. Garo said he despised hunting humans, but after knowing Falken for more than a year he clearly didn’t consider the Cyborg a human anymore, he was just a dangerous beast who needed to be put down, and the Old Archer was exactly the right man for the job. Who else hunts beasts apart from a hunter? And when a beast is a vicious and inhuman as Falken Degiraz you need a hunter with nerves of steel and indomable grit. Once again, who else than Garo to take on this monster hidden behind a human semblance.
Garo didn’t ponder about though… he was lost in the thrill of the hunt, every fiber of his being getting ready to fight like hell, his senses sharpening with each second that passed, he felt like a young man again, with fire on his veins, lighting on his nerves and the eyes of a hawk, with arrows twice as sharp.
-Yes, here you go sweetie.- Ms. Schwarzwald extended her hand to Thomas while she looked at the baggage. She was a bit surprised by Derek’s ease to move their baggage, but she realized that being in a Hidden World location this was bound to happen, still the way he used that spell was peculiar as she couldn’t see any kind of magical focus on him. “Maybe his goggles are a focus” she theorized as she moved towards the inside of the building in which her boss was already discussing with the staff about accommodations and their poor treatment of them since they arrived.
Murderous glee was the best way to explain Falken’s expression right now, as he moved faster than the others he didn’t have to hide his excitement of going for the kill. He had a whole plan traced out, but the Cyborg Mercenary is fickle and his plans never stay the same. Right now he had a simple yet proven plan he always used. KILL EVERYBODY! Or at least anybody who got on his way. -We’re about to reach the Resort back door, we’re storming through until we get to the target.- He turned to face Bonham. -Bonham, get to a high position and give us cover.- Falken then turned to Jun. -Could I ask you to watch my back Ms.Lee?- His face jumped from charming to bloodcrazed as soon as he turned it back forward. Any semblance of control he wanted Jun to feel was thrown out the window.
Andy nodded. -Right away Mr. Degiraz and let me tell you that it is an honor to work around a man of your reput.- Falken looked at him with a smirk. -Less brown nossing and more sniping Bonham.- The Sharpshooting Student chuckled and splitted off them towards the nearest building to prepare his sniping nest.
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Post by Iris on Sept 7, 2016 6:42:37 GMT
"Yeah yeah...boo, ruining my fun.~" Amai purred while being well aware of Huntsman's creepy eyes, gladly holding her arms above her head as she posed for him dramatically, smiling widely while flicking her tongue out along her lips in mock invitation. After commanding her current enslaved to get re-dressed and head back to their old positions, Amai felt the soft click of George breaking from her hold; sometimes it just happened that way, humans were always the easiest to control and anything beyond that was always a gamble for her. "Oh poo, poor pup. Maybe I should have figured out how to kiss him after all...HAH. Me, kissing a dog, how funny.~ As if that'd ever happen.~" She shamelessly spoke while finding her clothes among the rest, pulling her tight shorts back up while holding her top between her teeth, leaning down slowly and purposely to snap the straps on her shoes back on, enjoying giving a few to the greedy Huntsman. It's a shame Eve told her she couldn't do anything with her.~
Amai was humming to herself while she tied her top back on, stopping as she heard the click of her comm in her ear, Garo's voice following. The sadism behind her smile was immediate, twisting her expression into something devoid of cheer or entertainment, leaving the look of a predator hungry for prey. "What an enticing offer. Don't die in this fight, I don't think I want to let anyone else have the pleasantry.~" Ending her communication, Amai simply sighed as her expression returned back to normal, popping her neck from side to side and swiping one of her shambling slaves that was trying to return home. "Now, I think I'll need a little boost ...I want the lovely Jun to see me at my best.~" The woman was practically lifeless as Amai dipped her down, connecting their lips in a tender embrace and slowly sapping away, filling her body with the vitality she felt necessary. It was definitely hard to stop herself with the way the girl let out her cute, weak whimpers, but she didn't want to kill the poor fool; stopping was hard, but she managed it and she swiped her hand across her lips afterwards, sending the girl on her way. "Mmmm...that's more like it." Purring her words, pink smoke appeared behind her back and in their space were her wings. "Now, I suppose we should get back to that cute, lying Prince hm? Want to lead so I can stare at your ass?" She spoke sing-song towards Huntsman before taking flight, not really following up on her question. She wanted to find Jun and was getting more and more impatient.
The power behind her thanks to the draining made her flight faster than usual, closing the distance in just a few measly minutes, and every second brang her closer to Jun. Amai made a quick, spinning descent down towards the front of the Resort, stretching when she landed elegantly; a pleased sigh that resembled more of a moan than anything left her while she slid her gaze from side to side, smiling charmingly. "Hmmm...the Prince...orrrrr....Junnnnnnnnnnnnn.~" She seemed genuinely conflicted as she thought of her options; she could antagonize Jun again and maybe be successful...but if the Prince died, Eve would be beyond furious with her, and not in the good way.
"Mmmm..." Sighing, Amai walked into the building and tossed her hair over her shoulder in a ridiculously beautiful fashion, putting on her best facade as she saw the two boys...wait, two? The one was definitely the Prince, she could smell the sin of his silly lies, but the other...oh well, she didn't ask questions. "Oh my, thereeeee you are." She chided in a sing-song tone, walking like a proud lioness as she approached Derek and Thomas, setting her hands on either one of their shoulders, avoiding skin to skin contact with the two. The LAST thing she wanted was anything to do with children..."Mmm, good to see the other party made it on time." Her grip was like steel, contrasting hard with the pleasantness of her expression as she aimed to lead them inside; Jun was closer than ever...and she smelled something more interesting than that with her. Someone absolutely fucking foul, reeking of sin on a level that she'd barely ever felt on a human. It made her tremble briefly and a blush tinged her cheeks while she held to the two like an agitated babysitter more than ever, not even looking towards Sid as she spoke. "Ahhhh...there's some interesting guests here.~" It was in reference to the dangerous group on the other side of the resort, but it could have been taken easily towards the small, stout man and his attractive secretary...who she shamelessly winked towards after her statement.
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Post by HungryHunter on Sept 7, 2016 23:10:54 GMT
"Sid, would you get those kids back to the damn hotel? For fuck's sake, you need me to babysit you and them!?" Huntsman managed to give Sid some attention, but not much. Amai was showing off and it was working. Huntsman knew she was dangerous to touch, but she could look all she wanted! She sighed when she put her clothing back on. She'd have to get off slaying something instead. Good thing there was somebody around begging for it. She took just a moment to swoop down to George.
"You owe me. It was me who got her to stop messing with you." She informed the unfortunate werewolf. Normally she'd have some interest in him, but with Amai's entire naked body still dancing in her brain, there was very little else that could occupy her lust. "For now, I believe your other guests are on the island. You've lost a bit of time here." Huntsman flapped back up into the air and circled. "Garo, Amai! Let's get going! I want to see what Falken tastes like!" Huntsman cackled and soared away over the jungle.
Jun realized she had crawled backwards right back to her comrades. Well that wasn't dignified. She blushed as she picked herself up and brushed herself off. "Sure. Back. Whatever." She put a hand on her hilt, ready for combat. "It looks like all the guards are together, so we have an opening. We'd better move now." She kept glancing back over her shoulder. That miserable woman's gaze... she could feel it devouring her body.
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Post by Vapovile on Sept 9, 2016 18:56:55 GMT
The kickmaster rolled his eyes slightly when he saw Derek put a spell on the luggage to make it walk to their desired location. He wanted this brat to do some actual work, not become Fairy Godmother and make the stuff walk itself to the room. The sudden arrival at Amai did put Sid on edge a little, for he had seen what demonic form this woman was just in a few minutes ago. Luckily, she seemed here to help bring these two back inside. "Interestin'? You have an idea of who those two are?" Sid asked, looking over at the secretary who just walked off and her employer. Were they the people they were waiting for?
Looking annoyed up at Huntsman, Sid yells up at the shapeshifter. "Already working on it. If ya wanna trade jobs, I'll gladly do it!" And with that, Sid follows Amai and the two back inside. "Soooooo...what are the old dude and weird chick doing? You're all talking on channels I can't hear." He asked, still having no idea Falken or Jun were on the island. Why did nobody bother keeping him in the loop?!
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Post by RedLenai on Sept 11, 2016 1:36:56 GMT
When Amai hugged Derek and Thomas, the blonde boy just smiled again, showing an innocent tone of voice. Did you have fun, Ms. Succubus? I'm dying of boredom here! - He said, not lying at all, after all it was true. He was fucking tired of waiting for the old man, he wanted to go to swim, see interesting things, take pictures like any other turist in a damn vacation. By the other hand, Thomas turned to Amai while he was eating the candy that Ms. Schwarzwald gave to him, of course after receiving it he said with his soft tone and childish voice a "Thanks you very very much! Miss". It didn't took to much to know the identity of the blonde woman that was hugging them. Also the sweet smell on her hair, pheromones probably, he was pretty normal so better to don't get too involved with the woman, but she seemed to be pacific.
Oh right, Amai. This is my friend Thomas Sillything. Not much to say about him, just my childhood friend, brother, priest and virgin - The prince said with such a mischievous smile. The other boy just chocked when he heard that... It was necessary? His cheeks turned pure red again. That was something personal and talking about that to a stranger!
That was not necessary to explain! - The younger boy yelled at the other - I don't talk about your privacy! - He ended puffing his cheeks while crossing his arms while walking to the loby. He sat on the couch still mad at his friend.
Oh C'mon, don't be such a baby, c'mon... Do you remember? The broken window? - Derek didn't feel guilty at all, after all he was trying to have some fun.
Yeah... You broke it with the yo-yo, also it ended up in mom's chocolate cake - He said, trying to not show a smile
Aaaaaaaaaaand? - He was getting what he wanted. Thomas was about to smile again - You tried to bake another one but you only did a mess - Thomas started laughing while he was remembering it; the kitchen was a mess, chocolate, flour, cake mixture and eggs... all of them on the counter, while Derek was crying. It took a long time for Thomas's big brother to calm him down. It was a nice memory, well, not at all... he also remembered that he started crying too because the other boy was crying.
After that, the boys were talking about nonsense in the couch of the lobby. Like nothing happened.
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Post by Kuma on Sept 11, 2016 22:03:04 GMT
Falken rushed through the backdoor, kicking it open with such force he pulled it out of the wall. The Infamous Mercenary entered the building in full soldier mode, running from cover to cover, rolling and jumping over obstacle in a single fluid militar-like motion. His mainframe was to thank for such display as he picked the most efficient route towards his objective, right now it being the lobby. As he progressed through the building a couple of maids and lobby boys committed the great mistake of getting on Falken’s way. After he grabbed the head of one of them and gave it a trip to the floor without stops, crushing the skull of the local into the wooden floor. Any semblance of his “professional” persona was gone, too submerged on his own bloodlust to even attempt to try looking good. -The old fart is getting closer.-
Garo didn’t even bother on getting through the door, jumping through the window and rolling over the broken glass with a soft grunt as he stood up, bow ready and arrows set. He scanned the lobby seeing the shocked stares of the people, including Mr. Oberman and Mrs Schwarzwald and thanks to the faint hint of logic he still got inside he managed to shout. -Everybody leave! There are assassins in the island…- His eyes burned with hunting zeal. -So get to a safe place and get out of my way, I won’t take responsibility if any of my arrows pierces you by accident.- The Old Archer glared intensely at those present who in matter of seconds started running to their rooms or staff offices. Mr. Oberman attempted to say something but his secretary shook her head and grabbed him by the hand pulling him towards the room they were assigned.
Falken heard Garo barking orders and smiled. -So you’re in here old fart… Before this ends I’m going to taste your blood.- The Mercenary whispered as he advanced to the lobby. On his ear the commlink with Andy was online and he could hear the heir to the Bonham speaking. -I’m in position, over.-
George didn't hear Huntsman apology, he was cuddling in a fetal position on the sand. He was crying and clearly was still too confused and shocked to properly reply.
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