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Post by Iris on Sept 12, 2016 7:04:25 GMT
“You’ve got some interesting friends, Garo.~ “ Amai purred as she could practically feel that sinner’s nasty, foul body coming through the building; it was thrilling how much awful shit this person had done, it was making her lean from side to side in impatience. She wanted to meet them so badly!! “Ahhhh...but the kid. “ Amai looked visibly disappointed as she remembered that the people storming through were inevitably coming through for this kid first...then would probably try to tear Garo apart. She didn’t mind either way, but she really didn’t want to be stuck babysitting them, especially with the premise of both Jun and someone she was quickly growing excessively fond for appearing. “ Right then…Well, little Prince, I suppose we should chuck you somewhere safe. It’s a shame…” Amai released Thomas, remembering that he had nothing to do with her current objective and she bit gently on the end of her thumb with a devious smile and glowing eyes. She just wanted to be a part of this so bad!! “Huntsman, you’re able to do weird shit like keep your eyes on one place while being somewhere else, right?~~” Amai was salivating midway through her sentence, having to stop to compose herself while wiping her mouth with her free hand, smiling all the while. “I’m gonna chuck this kid in a room, I’m not missing this.” As she spoke, Amai simply reached down and grabbed Derek around his mid-section, hoisting him up in one arm with extreme ease, speaking to his fellow friend, or whatever he was. “Hmmnn...I’d get somewhere safe if I were you, we aren’t charged to make sure you live, little priest.~”
Then, calling out louder to the lobby that was going to bloom into a battlefield within a few seconds at most…”Juuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuun, wait for me, will you, darling?!~” She cupped her free hand over her mouth to amplify the taunting question before making her way to the stairs, moving surprisingly fast for someone in stylish wedges.
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Post by HungryHunter on Sept 13, 2016 3:11:37 GMT
"What!? This isn't what I meant by watching your back!" Jun ran behind, hating this "plan" but disliking the idea of being left behind even more. She unsheathed her sword and kept running, mind filtering out the bodies on the floor with their brains leaking out their heads. She was dimly realizing Falken had done this, but she had no choice but to stand with him here. She skidded to a stop in the lobby, quickly checking her corners. A body lay on the lobby counter, hole through her generous chest and headphones over her ears. Jun pushed the redhead away and bent to use the computer on the desk.
"I'm expecting better trigger discipline. We could have asked her which room they're in for us." She chided before hearing Amai outside. "You handle this. I have a duel." She stood and strode to the hallway door. Outside she could see that horrible woman waiting. Jun stepped out and flourished with her blade, leaving a stain of blue briefly in the air. "I challenge you to a duel! One on one! None of your perverted puppets!" She yelled, scales hardening on her arms and chest. She struck a glorious pose at her end of the hallway, sword held high and chin up.
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Post by Vapovile on Sept 14, 2016 17:56:11 GMT
And just as Sid asked what the hell was going on, everything starts going to hell! He hears Garo shout out that there were assassins here, and some weird lady was challenging Amai to a duel! Thankfully, the succubus hauled Derek up to a room already, so that was something he didn't have to do himself. The kickmaster prepared to jump in and help...
...but stopped.
Why bother, when the weird lady only wanted Amai, and Garo seemed capable of handling whomever else was here. He would just hang out, waiting for someone's ki signature to weaken and jump in to save them. Leaning against the door to the room Derek(and probably Thomas) were in, Sid begins to keep an eye out for anyone trying to enter.
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Post by RedLenai on Sept 15, 2016 0:04:05 GMT
Hold on, demon - The prince said with a growl, but he was interrupted by Amai when she just left him like some trash inside the room. After that. The young prince wiped his clothes, now that he knew the woman was a demon he didn't feel anything other than disgust by being touched by one. From what little he remembered, when he was three, in the dark night one day before the onset of winter; a voice came from the walls. Frightened, he ran to his mother, who although not in his sweet innocence gave him love. The queen took the child in her arms, before he was bewitched to sleep, she told him that it was demons who were evil, cruel and liars. Naturally, he grew up with that fear... But rather than fear, eventually he was considering them being "dirty" creating even the mixture of species, the "hybrids".
After Amai had left him in the room, he heard the steps of Sid. Again, the situation returned to be the same, trapped inside four walls and unable to do anything. Great situation for a Van Dercycle that is a very disobedient brat.
Meanwhile, Thomas was helping to evacuate the few people who were still alive. He would avoid bumping his way with Garo's and the rest of the bodyguards... or the assassins. Some of the survivors were injured, but they were not serious but better care of them at all cost. Once he had finished with it, he tried to find his friend, then he saw Sid and a door behind him.
.... Sid? - he said with his soft and calm voice - Derek is inside that room right? Uhm... this is not... to... make your work worse... but... Did you know that he can just... teleport outside if he wants?
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Post by Kuma on Sept 16, 2016 4:37:34 GMT
Andy whistled an old song, one of the favorites of his father, as he assembled his sniper rifle with the cold efficiency of a trained killer. He was humming the tune of “I don’t like Mondays” by the Boomtown Rats. He smiled as he realized the relation of humming a song about school killings when he was about to blow a kid brains out. The Heir to the Bonham Clan slowly got into a prone position, controlling his breathing as his keen eye looked through the scope trying to find the target. He first saw Huntsman. -I don’t want nothing of that thank you very much.- He whispered as he kept moving the scope, now locking on Thomas, he quickly moved past him, not caring about him and finally, through the window the perennially bored Bonham Heir noticed something that caught his attention.
-Who do we have here?- Andy smiled when his crosshair meet with Sid Renen. After the whole thing Osaka he had been changed to another class and he didn’t met the Lazy Kickmaster. The Young Sharpshooter felt he had lost in their last exchange, not to mention that Sid had gathered some notoriety from his exploits, the kind of fame Andy wanted, so he could shut up his parents and their constant complains. The Heir of the Bonham family quickly cooked up a plan follow a simple logic. If he killed a man more famous than he was he would get that fame for himself, that seemed like a good trade, just a bullet and he would be able to shut up his parents and possibly get a cut from the work after proving useful.
As he methodically aimed, checking for wind speed and other factors he couldn’t avoid realizing his killer intent, waves of blood-thirst radiating from his position. He shouldn’t do that, but he was young, inexperienced and was about to kill somebody he actually felt animosity against. It was understandable, but at the same time unlucky. -Bang!- He muttered as he pulled the trigger, sending a high velocity bullet towards Sid’s head. It would have to pierce through glass to reach the Lazy Kickmaster.
Jun left to face Amai, not that Falken cared about it, as he kept going forward finally arriving at the lobby. A moment of hesitation for him, not because he was having second thoughts about the job, but because he was thinking which entrance would be the coolest. Finally he decided, having something reserved on his Pocket Dimension just for a moment like this one. -It’s bloody showtime.-
Garo was taking cover behind a pillar, knowing that at any moment Falken would come to the lobby through the door left to the reception desk. The Old Archer felt it on his bones, every fiber of his being prepared to hunt such monster. He heard the characteristic noise of the Infamous Mercenary pocket dimension being opened. Garo readied his bow, prepared to launch an arrow right on Falken’s forehead as soon as he saw him, but as always, the Infamous Mercenary actions weren’t logical to the extent that even the Veteran Hunter lost a bit of his edge upon witnessing, with a shocked expression, Falken’s entrance.
The Psycho Cyborg kicked the door and strode forward into the lobby followed by a flock of white doves, doves the brought from his Pocket Dimension, kept in what could be called stasis cages. Yes it was terribly expensive, but to Falken money isn’t a goal, is just a means. The Infamous Mercenary was smiling as he walked in, carrying his shotgun over his shoulder with his other hand otherwise occupied. He had several empty bottles he picked from a tray of trash and was knocking them against each other “Warriors” style. -Old fart… Come out and play!- Falken lowered his shotgun and aimed at the pillar Garo was leaning against. -Ooooold faaaart… Come out and Plaaaay!- He shot, burning shrapnel crashing into the wooden column, sending splinters into the air around the Veteran Hunter.
Garo didn’t lose his composure and jumped out of cover when he heard the second shot, directed to the pillar. He was right to move, as this time around the ammunition pierced through, eating a large chunk of the column. As he moved to cover on a low wall the Veteran Archer showcased an amazing display of skill launching 3 arrows directly at Falken in the span of a second. The Cyborg Assassin avoided two of them with minimal movement, but the third one, which hid behind the first two managed to brush his side, taking with it a couple of scales out his vest and pinned them against the wall, the scales ended spinning around the arrow-tip. Falken smiled while he looked at them.
-Not bad old man, never expected three bloody arrows, I just hope you didn’t pull anything doing that, because I plan on taking my time ripping you to shreds.- Falken smile moved from amused to sinister as he spoke these lines. Garo didn’t reply, he just focused on his next move, as banter was reserved for situations in which his life wasn’t in danger. -So the silent treatment, I dig that, trying to pull off the silent badass grandpa…- The Infamous Mercenary pumped his shotgun. -When this day is over and you’re bleeding in the ground like a pig in a slaughterhouse we’ll see how much of the stoic badass act.- Falken accentuated his last words by breaking the bottles on his fingers against a nearby pillar. -You can keep up performing.-
Falken snapped his fingers, as if he suddenly remembered something. -But before we reach the inevitable ending of this fight, let's bloody enjoy ourselves, I'm going to put some music.- With his recently freed hand Falken pulled his boombox from the Pocket Dimension Arsenal and hit play, letting it rest over a table in the lobby.
-A bit on the nose, I know.- Falken smiled with a blood-curdling grin. -But you might have noticed I'm not big on subtlety.- The Infamous Mercenary gave a passing glance at the boombox and added. -I actually dislike the french part, but I'm going to kill you before it starts.-
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Post by Iris on Sept 16, 2016 15:29:29 GMT
"Be a good boy now.~" Amai chided as she closed the door behind her, leaving Derek to his devices. Truthfully, she didn't care what happened to the kid; whether he lived or died meant nothing to her, she could always pay Eve back the money, plus interest either way...all she cared about was the thrill.
Parting her ways with Sid, who seemed to be the only one taking this job SEMI-seriously, Amai couldn't help but giggle to herself with glee as she heard the gracious tones of Jun's grand statement. A duel?! Really?! It was so cute how passionate she was, probably still embarrassed from almost having encountered Amai in true intimacy..."Junnnnn, you're so adorable. You actually want to fight me?" She cooed as she sauntered down the stairs, tapping her nails along the banister as she appeared at the end of the hall, face to face with only a small amount of distance really between them. She only looked perplexed as she heard the loud, thumping sound of some music far off in the distance, smiling slightly as she felt the pure sin and carnal excitement of savagery from almost every direction around her. "Now THIS...is a party.~" She turned her glowing gaze back to Jun, her cheeks red with a blush of heated desire, her eyes narrowing to happy slits as she smiled, touching her fingertips against her bottom lip that grew wet with salivation. "Ahhh...you actually think you stand a chance...I'm going to tear you apart so tenderly , you'll beg me not to stop.~"
Wiping the back of her hand against her lips that hissed with pink smoke and heat, Amai dropped her left hand and in a spiral of pink smoke, her most reliable weapon appeared. The thick, red trident's tips gleamed as dangerous as her eyes, one in the same in their thirst for violence at this point in time. Amai's chest was moving fast with her heated breaths and she clutched at the flesh above her breasts, whimpering in delight. "You're all so delightful, I hope to meet your lovely friend after this ; let's make it quick, shall we? If you ask nicely, I might not even kill you right away, it'd be such a waste of your body after all..." However, Amai didn't leave room for discussion on the matter. As soon as the last syllable left her lips, she turned against her heel and with more power than she had before she'd entered this island, Amai launched her trident towards Jun's position, causing the air to scream where it was cut. "Jun!~"
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Post by Vapovile on Sept 17, 2016 0:49:05 GMT
Sid looked down at Thomas, frowning when the timid boy told of Derek's ability to teleport. "Oh for fu-you know what? Ya mind going inside and making sure he doesn't do that shit?" Sid asks, opening the door for Thomas to enter. His ki senses were still active, having been trained by his time at Inazuma and the various combat missions he has been in over the years. On the other side of the island, a strange feeling entered Sid's body and he looked over toward the window. He felt this sort of thing before...mainly in the brief encounter he had with an alien creature in Osaka. It was...killing intent.
Shoving Thomas into the room, Sid dives to the side just in time for the glass to crack and the sniper round to slice a large hole in the kickmaster's right side, spilling a bit of blood against the wall as Sid held his wound. "Sniper bullet...there's no way...that son of a cockney bitch!" Sid yells, not paying any attention to the fights going on downstairs as he dives out of the broken window and begins leaping toward the place where he thought he felt the killing intent just now. He only had a vague idea, but once he was close enough, Sid was going to kick every ki signature he could find until either he was arrested, or found this bastard.
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Post by RedLenai on Sept 17, 2016 1:26:12 GMT
I- I don't control something like that... Driaochtas... O-Only an Angel can control him, and she is not here... - The boy spoke again, while he was looking at Sid who also was opening the door - If she was able to be here protecting him... you wouldn't be doing this... yeah, that woman... Chloe, she is our tutoress... the person that is going to pay you... I don't think Derek is so stupid to make her angry... We love her but, she is scary - The little boy said, nervous. To only think about that redhaired woman looking more like a demon than an angel was something really scary, he himself saw that when her partner, Gallerian, failed in a mission and she scolded him severely.
He didn't expected Sid's shove, but he could tell without any problem that it was caused by a possible menace. He looked for his friend but at the end, the room was empty. He only sighed as he leaved the room, noticing that Sid wasn't there anymore. Now he would have to find that stupid and narcissist prince before someone could rip his sassy ass off. "If I were an idiot prince, where would I be?" He tried to have a clue about that... Derek wasn't so predictable...
He tried to avoid the bodyguards and the other dudes, especially that Terminator guy. The last thing that he needed was to open fire in the middle of a place without making sure where was his friend. After some minutes, he found that blonde for God's sake!
Hey, Blondie, where have you been? Are you idiot or something?! - He was pretty irritated, that was the reason more of they co-work always ended up like separated missions, Derek does whatever he wants and left Thomas alone.
Hi, teddybear. I was looking for my stuff, and yours too - Now, the prince left his "mask" and he was his normal self. Then he gave the priest his AA-12 - Your welcome, by the way... I don't know what Driaochta fire can do with your holly bullets... So... let's shot at some dudes with them!
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Post by HungryHunter on Sept 17, 2016 2:59:41 GMT
"I slipped through cracks in five walls, reconstituted myself, and sat still. All that trouble and you didn't even look at me." A foot planted right besides Andy's head a second before a bone hook was swung down to hook his chest. "I mean come on, look at the fucking computer you imbeciles. Look up where your target's supposed to be. This shit's elementary." The woman's head still dangled like she was dead, but the hole in her chest moved like a mouth. "And of all the people here, you shoot the leggy guy? Could you choose a less impressive target?" The corpse head made a vague sneer.
Jun made no effort to move as the trident sailed for her. Her body just enscaled itself and the trident glanced off. "You will not find me so easily penetrated!" Jun's fingers shot out like pikes, one aiming for Amai's chest, the rest around to intercept any dodge she made. "You, however... I will put a hole in every one of your organs. And then I will rid you of your head." If Amai let herself be struck, she would find something very worrying- something allowed Jun to strike spirits, and her true form would be harmed.
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Post by Kuma on Sept 18, 2016 1:09:12 GMT
Andy was quick to react, sliding forward and vaulting over the ledge with one hand while holding his sniper with the other one. He crashed through the window below him as the meat hook hit the rooftop exactly where he just was. -Bloody hell, didn’t expect that broad to pull that vanishing trick.- He rolled as he landed picking grenades from his belt and leaving them active on the ground as he closed the door of the room and rushed down the hallway. Hopefully Hunstman would follow him and get a faceful of grenades and allow Andy to get more time to organize a defense, or prepare to run to the other end of the Earth.
Both Garo and Falken had their backs against cover. The Old Hunter was picking an arrow from his quiver, while the Infamous Mercenary reloaded his shotgun. -You better start running right now old man.- Falken’s head popped out of cover as he started to taunt. -At least it would be sporting if you are trying to get the hell away from m- WHOAH!- The Infamous Mercenary retracted his head back into cover as a couple of arrows, directly aimed to his eyes, avoiding them. The loud THUMP! behind him indicated that they pierced the wall. -You’re really losing faculties, 5 shots and no blood? And you call yourself a bloody hunter, don’t make me laugh.- Falken insults didn’t have any answer, and in the silence he heard Garo’s whispers.
-5...4...3...2.- The Infamous Mercenary turned around to see inspect the arrows, the shafts were completely covered in “Blast” charms, basically a magical alternative for an explosive arrow. -GODDAMMIT!- Falken roared as he tried to escape jumping off the window, but the explosion caught him mid jump. The Psycho Cyborg was launched up in the air, tracing a parabolic curve over the deck and landing hard on the beach, crashing into the wet sand only meters away from the sea. Garo walked calmly out the building, kicking a sofa out of his way as he readied his bow to finish Falken. -So this is how it ends Degiraz, getting killed for running your mouth, quite fitting.- The Old Hunter was sure of his victory, ready to deliver the killing blow, but maybe he was underestimating Falken’s resourcefulness.
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Post by Vapovile on Sept 18, 2016 7:47:32 GMT
Madly running toward the source of the sniper round, Sid hears a nearby window breaking and rockets off the tree branch he was standing on, rolling across the ground and inspecting the building the he could finally sense held the ki signature he was looking for. "God damn it, where's the entrance to this place?! Fuck it, I don't need one!" Sid yells as he runs up a nearby palm tree and launches himself off of it feet-first, aimed at the building Andy was in. He had unknowingly ran past the room filled with grenades, and would crash through the side wall of the building, no doubt sending chunks of wood, concrete, or whatever else the building was made of flying across the room. Once inside, Sid would dig his heels in to stop the momentum, scanning his eyes around to see if the mercenary was still around.
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Post by Iris on Sept 18, 2016 15:23:37 GMT
Amai's smile was manic at the proposition of mass violence in this encounter;similarly with Garo, Amai didn't quite know what she wanted to do with Jun. Should she go for round two with her, or just kill her? The idea of not knowing and letting it hectically play out was just as thrilling!!
Amai's trident disappeared mid flight, leaving behind a pink puff of smoke before reappearing in her hands instantaneously as Jun launched her sharp pikes at her direction. With speed and precision from a lifetime of practice, Amai countered the pike aimed towards her chest with the handle of her trident, leaving a sharp and metallic clang at the impact. With the head if her trident impaled in the wooden floors as if they were warm butter, Amai hoisted herself up against the handle, suspended in air for a short moment. Executing a swift shift of position, Amai roughly planted her feet into Jun's elongated pike. Her trident disappeared again and reappeared as Amai made a vicious, swift overhand swing, her weapon reappearing once more into the swing. Amai's eyes glinted like bright fire as she used her amped up physical power to aim the head of her trident into the closest extension of Jun's arm, the flat side of her weapon being used.
Amai's intention was no longer to pierce, but to break with pure, brute strength! She was going to smash Jun's pikes and extensions into little bitty pieces!! With savagery, Amai yelled in delighted exclamation, "I'm going to break you in more ways than one today, Jun!!"
Seemed her gluttonous consumption of innocent life force was grossly paying out for her. Her strength, her speed, her senses...she hadn't felt so on point since the encounter she first had with Eve!!
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Post by HungryHunter on Sept 19, 2016 4:50:09 GMT
Jun's finger shattered easily, crushed all the way through. Little shards fell to the ground, leaving a hollow shaft behind. Blood dripped from the end of a jagged tube as she retracted her fingers. She hissed as she drew air in and clenched her fist. Her limbs could regrow over time, but right now it would be a problem. Amai was too strong to risk injury so quickly. She would have to close in. Use her blade. Only use her scales for quick strikes. She lunged forth with the intent of slipping past Amai, blade out at Amai's stomach as she passed. As deadly as it was, she had to stay close, and she wanted her weakened right away.
"Another Brit? You Falken's kid or something?" Huntsman extended her torso out to put her head through the window without moving her feet. "Sure, run. That's the only way you could make this interesting Mr. Guns are my power cause I'm too lame-" Huntsman's trailing body was blown into sludge all over the walls. It was a moment before her legs walked in alone, feet clinging to the ceiling and exploded end of her trunk becoming a new mouth. "Heh. Props, kid. I'm still going to kill you, but now at least it'll be entertaining."
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Post by RedLenai on Sept 20, 2016 14:39:51 GMT
The boys walked in the corridors, making sure to not be noticed by anyone. It was dangerous now. Looking at the bodies that were left in the ground, trying to not make any sound and be sure to don't step in blood, after all, is not a really good idea when you're wearing flip flops.
Derek watched from the corner of the eye, that Garo and Falken were fighting in another corridor, he tried to take a look but Thomas grabbed him from his arm and they left the building.
What now? - The younger boy said, he felt a bit bad for leaving the room but it wasn't safe right now.
Well! As you can see, they are veeeeeeery busy, right? Even Sid, so I guess we can leave and pretend we are just "another normal tourists" - The blonde said with a smile, like the cat Cheshire.
You mean... go with the flow? - Thomas wasn't pretty sure about that... He knew that it would make the bodyguards pretty angry
Yeah! After all, Huntsman seems to be everywhere, so she probably knows where are going to be, so let's go! - The prince grabbed the little priest from the arm and went to another place.
First of all, Derek took another potion to disguise himself from other people. He now was looking more similar to Thomas, brown hair and eyes, and his skin was less pale. The boys went to a Magic store first, Derek needed to restock his supplies. After all, when you don't have magic of your own, potions and other stuff is what you need to use, and that things needed ingredients and specific things. After paying, the boys went to another Hotel. Derek said the beds were awful at the other building, thanks god he took all his stuff with him before leaving. Thomas didn't came with anything, his baggages and other things were already in Ireland. He only needed bit of clothing and money while being in Arata. They did everything pretty fast and now they were in the middle of the jungle, an old man spoke about a Treasure so... Why not have a bit of fun like small kids playing as pirates? Also, the ground itself had plenty of treasures! Thomas picked some gemstones that he couldn't believe they were there. Derek by his part was searching for the Treasure the old man spoke about. It was under a lake in the middle of the jungle, to the south. It was an amazing adventure!
You know? I feel a bit bad, I really wanted to see the old man fighting. I mean, that Chinese dude
Mr. Takayama? - the priest said - I guess he is japanese...
Whatever - Derek answered. He wasn't really interested in the nationality of the old man, after all, they all look alike! Or that was what he thought.
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Post by Kuma on Sept 22, 2016 3:06:38 GMT
-Shapeshifters...shapeshifters…- Andy whispered to himself trying to remember. -What did that bloke said in class?- The Heir of the Bonham jumped down the stair eye, falling several stories in quick succession until he grabbed one of the ledges to break his fall. As he dropped to the base floor he made a quick mental inventory of his current weapons. He had his sniper, a couple more of frag grenades, 1 flashbang and 1 smoke grenade. He was also carrying a six shooter, long barrel revolver and a combat knife. Nothing that could deal with the kind of enemy he was facing. Yet as he rolled on the ground, resuming his mad dash to escape from Huntsman he realized that there might be a way to at least hinder his opponent.
With that in mind he rushed towards the restaurant, more importantly to the kitchen, hoping to get enough time to set his trap.
Garo stone faced grimace finally changed for a sinister smile. He draw the bow as much as he could, with 2 arrows on the strings. The Old Archer was feeling the thrill of the hunt, like an electric shock through his system, coursing from his toes to the tip of his head. His senses sharpened to their utmost limits only focused on Falken’s location, ready to shot him death. -You’re an animal Degiraz, a dangerous monster that needs to be put down.- The Veteran Hunter spoke, each word sharp as a shaving razor. -But once I’m sure you were a man, so I’ll allow you to say your last words.- It was a very simple courtesy, one Garo wouldn’t take away, even when it came to Falken.
The Infamous Mercenary, down on the sand, could barely move, the explosion had peeled layers of his skin, revealing the cybernetics underneath, even part of his face was affected. He tried to lift a hand, asking for forgiveness, but Garo took a couple more of steps, drawing his bow to the limit as he did, ready to kill him with a point-blank double shot. -TOO LATE FOR THAT!- The Archer roared, the waves crashing in the background. -YOU KILLED CHILDREN FALKEN! YOU KILLED DOZENS...NO... HUNDREDS!- The Infamous Mercenary tried to talk, but just an intelligible electronic grunt. -SHUT UP! YOUR TIME IS UP!- Falken once again gestured for mercy but Garo released his bow, both arrows flying directly at his opponent eyes, while he closed his.
A electronic short circuit noise alerted Garo that his arrows hit the mark, but when he opened his eyes to admire his handiwork he discovered, to his horror that the thing he shot was one of Falken’s Spherical Drones, that was projecting a hologram in that location. The Old Hunter’s blood went cold, feeling a chill on his spine as he heard Falken’s voice behind him.-My last words?- Garo turned around preparing another arrow, but he wasn’t fast enough, as Falken’s fist clocked him in the jaw, turning his face and making his teeth rattle like piano keys. -They would be…- Falken connected another blow with his left hand this time around, a powerful uppercut that caught the unprotected chin in its way up. -GOTCHA YOU OLD FART!-
The Old Archer starting dropping down, but Falken grabbed him from the lapels of his jacket and kneed him in the stomach. Both of his hands was covered with a high tech fabric glove with Western Magic markings and symbols all over them. -Do you like these puppies fossil?- He gestured to them with his head. -I got them to counter magic users, but they did the trick to handle your Omnyo toilet paper.- Falken lifted the now bleeding Garo off the ground, blood dripping out of his mouth hitting the sand underneath. -I just absorbed part of the blast, hid using a basic Earth Spell programmed to these puppies and placed one of my drones with my trusty Murasame Projector to get you all primed up for a beating.- Falken used his elbow this time, hitting Garo on the side of the head. -The rest, as they bloody say, is history,.-
The Infamous Mercenary was keeping the wounded and stunned Garo lifted off the ground with one hand, as with the other he summoned the Yamamoto Tsurugi Module, a gauntlet/harness with multiple sharp blades coming out from the forearm. -Now I’m going to gut you like a pig and then I’ll find the bloody kid we are looking for and fuck him up as well.- A mocking smile drew itself on his face. -Or you’re going to bloody whine about me killing more children, you can add some sobbing while you’re at it... - He licked his upper lip. -That would make finally killing you even better.-
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Post by Iris on Sept 22, 2016 6:26:45 GMT
Amai felt like she was on top of the world, riding on a high she just couldn't get enough of. The way her body responded to the violence in the air, the sweet scent of blood from an enemy entering the room; it was turning her on. "Mm, Jun. Red's a good color on you.~" Amai spoke her words in a breathy exhale, narrowing her eyes in delight as she felt a tingle wrack its way down her spine. Sex was great , servitude was better, but unadulterated violence...now that was something she could get off to.
With her reflexes at peak performance, Amai's slitted pupils dilated with excitement and she shifted her trident immediately to catch up with Jun's strike, allowing the blow to meet directly into the handle. Feeling the reverberation shake through her hands, Amai let out a brief moan at the closeness she felt to Jun, whispering to her in the split moment they passed. "I can't wait to have you break apart in my hands..." Giving a push off with her polearm, Amai hopped back and took off with a loud laugh as she launched her way into the lounge that seemed to have been rather wrecked by whatever had happened here. They needed more space, more room so she could violently break Jun against every surface she could find!! Yet through the broken window of the lounge, her temporarily heightened sight saw something that ruined her excited high. "Pff...are you kidding me." Looked like Garo's old age was catching up with him.
She spun her trident around her fingers in rapid succession as if it were weightless and smiled towards Jun in her savage, yet charming manner. "Sorry darling, give me just a quick second." In a puff of smoke, Amai's wings appeared and her trident left and before she could leave any room for argument, or questioning, she shot through the broken window with a massive burst of speed. She could close this kind of distance easily, but time didn't seem to be something she really had with the murder literally pulsing from this other individual. At an initial glance, he seemed pretty delectable himself..but one thing at a time; her grudge with Garo took precedence.
Skidding to a stop a few meters away, Amai sucked in a breath and let out a loud whistle to grab either of their attention's, if she could and offered a small, blown kiss their way. Behind the whistle, however, was Amai primed for throwing as her wings dispersed, trident reappearing and with a powerful thrust forward, she launched the heated, sharp metal Falken's way while laughing loudly, all too thrilled with what she'd just walked in on. "I told you not to fucking die, Garo, and what do you go and do?! How else will I get to savor you at my feet later if you're dead, you stupid shit!" Time was of the essence, she needed to make a scene now while she had a small opportunity of time before Jun would catch up.
Just faintly in the back of her head, she wondered if Eve would praise her for trying to intervene. Would she pet her head? Give her a kiss? Amai wouldn't mind anything that lovely, lovely woman would throw her way.
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Post by Vapovile on Sept 23, 2016 8:33:33 GMT
Finding nothing by looking around the smoke-filled area, Sid looks back to see a pair of legs...with a mouth on top. "Who invited Mr. Potato Head...?" He asked, confused by the shapeshifter until realizing that Huntsman was here too. "Fuck, Huntsman! I got beef with this British bastard, so I call dibs on beating the crap out of him!" Sid yells at Huntsman, before kicking off the ground once more and diving down the staircase, kicking off one of the railings near the bottom and rolling across the floor below to break his momentum. The kickmaster then rockets forward, looking back a little to see if Huntsman was managing to keep up with his speed. The enclosed building setting made it so he couldn't go as fast as he wanted, but it was still much quicker than one would expect from just another martial artist.
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Post by HungryHunter on Sept 23, 2016 19:56:18 GMT
"I'm glad you like it, because I will soak myself in your bloo- What? Get back here! Coward!" Jun chased after Amai as best she could. She came into the room and the first thing she saw was Amai's vast wings blocking her view of the beach. Jun saw her opportunity and took it, rushing forward to bring her broad blade down on Amai's right wing. Only when she was close could she see the situation. Garo struggled in Falken's grip. It looked like her teammate was winning. Good, she needed help against Amai.
Huntsman took horrible, writhing steps towards the restaurant. She wanted Andy good and freaked out. But she had no sooner burst open the door with an unpleasant flop than Sid tried to stop her. "Aw, come on Sid! I'm chasing the guy already! Here, watch this!" She took a shuddering breath in, tasting the air. "Hey gun boy... I can read your mind." She hissed into the kitchen. "This morning, you had for breakfast... wow, kid. Eat better. An energy bar? That's not breakfast." She took more stumbling steps through the restaurant. Her torso hole clacked a row of identical teeth, a pointed tongue lolling in and out.
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Post by RedLenai on Sept 26, 2016 3:59:38 GMT
As much the priest was thinking about it, the more he was regretting his decision. Followeing Derek was still something he was used to do, even if the other was completely wrong about that idea. He glanced to the little treasures that he found until he noticed... they were fake. It was like the small reflection on those little stones made him recall what he was doing... "Everyone is fighting and we are just... leaving them alone. What if they need help?". Then, he felt something inside of his chest, guilt. The boy noticed that that little feeling was getting bigger and bigger with the time. Until he couldn't take it anymore. He grabbed Derek and started walking tomards the buildings again, without even say a word he began to go faster. By the other side, the prince just started yelling at the other boy. But when he noticed the other wasn't listening to him, he gave up. After all he didn't believe that it was a treasure either. So if Thomas had a better idea about what to do, he just went with the flow.
After coming back and thankfully Thomas didn't asked about teleporting to the building, it would ruin his own health. Well, not really but feeling tired wasn't something the blonde would like and also, better to save it until it'll be necessary. They noticed Amai outside of the resort. Damn everything was such a mess, and that man on the floor... "Don't tell me.. is that THE OLD MAN?!??!" the prince himself couldn't believe that. At least he imagined Sid or another person but not the old man, but well... The dude was just old and his face wasn't lying about that.
We must help as well! - The young priest said, taking of his Colt, without remembering that his bullets were changed by Derek's annoying experiments. He began targeting Falken but when he noticed Amai, he paused... Only to sigh after Amai's words... Well, at least she was saving Garo.
Well... Morrigan saves the day I guess! - Derek said without paying much attention to the situation - and you, I'm tired of telling you to use the bullets! - while looking at Thomas,
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Post by Kuma on Sept 27, 2016 4:13:18 GMT
Falken raised his bladed gauntlet ready to deliver the killing blow. But he stopped just before skewering Garo when he heard Amai’s voice. The Infamous Mercenary was aware of her presence thanks to his sensors, yet he didn’t expect her to move so fast, truth to be told he didn’t know anything about her power-set or skill-set, yet he was too busy to deal with her. -Bitch I don’t know who you’re and I don’t bloody care.- Falken sent the Tsurugi Module back to his arsenal and started pulling another weapon instead, the Inui Laser Cannon, setting it in scatter mode without even turning around. As he felt the incoming attack the did a 180 degree turn while sidestepping, to avoid the incoming thrust while he aimed the weapon barrel directly at the rushing Amai.
-And you won’t be around enough time for me to learn your name.- He pulled the trigger, releasing an almost point blank laser scatter shot, a blast of energy with a 5mts range but immense stopping power and damage capabilities, which could easily topple a strong wall.
-Bloody mind-reader? That’s not fair mate!- Andy jumped through a service window, crashing over the kitchen stainless steel counters, rolling over them and throwing everything on them to the floor. He looked around with desperation, trying to keep his plan away from Huntsman supposed telepathy by singing Sheer Heart Attack on his head, trying to use his world level sharpshooter focus to block Huntsman out.. Finally he saw what he was looking for and rushed towards it, preparing his pistol in one hand while using his free hand to open several of the stoves, letting the gas out. His back was against a heavy metal door, his sides flanked by walls and counters.
-Come at me you daft cow, let’s see you attempting to slash me up.- He was trapped, but he didn’t lose hope, as if Huntsman really knew his plan she wouldn’t follow him. Because his plan was wrapped in another ever harder to pull off strategy. A Bonham Gambit if you allow the appropriation. Because the gas was only a curtain, wool to put over Huntsman’s eyes (As many as she could create) so his “back”up plan could work. This was the kind of strategic thought he was being taught in Inazuma, not only to think up a viable plan, but to hide said plan from your enemies.
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