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Post by Iris on Sept 27, 2016 6:10:08 GMT
“Oh dear.” Seems she was in a predicament. Garo was nearly as good as dead before she got here, or so she believed, and that now left her perhaps a little bit in over her head. Amai could sense Jun’s nearness and of course the still belligerent girl’s grudge as guiding her blade...and now she had a gun pointed at her. Amai could take both of these hits for sure, but that was a lot of sacrificing and she’d dolled herself up for today after all. Letting out a click of her tongue, Amai picked the lesser of the two evils.
Leaving her wings materialized, Amai allowed the cut along the right and instead of the irritation that came with being injured, there was actual pain. Whatever Jun just cut her with...it’d slashed at her actual form!!! Fuck, her wing hurt!!! It wasn’t like she bled, but she’d be handicapped when it came to aviation now; there was no way she’d be able to fly with her one busted wing! Sacrificing her wing was a necessary evil, for with the small window of opportunity she had before Falken pulled his trigger, Amai used Jun’s closeness and turned her torso just enough to grasp at the hand at her back, aiming to grab and force Jun in front of her with her superhuman strength, still overflowing and now thriving even more off her malicious, silent rage at having been cut on a deeper level than usual. This fight was turning from an attempt to flirt with Eve later and into a game she really hated to play; how much could her body take before she imploded against two targets like this? If her tactic here worked, she definitely had faith in Jun’s ability to shield herself and take the blow temporarily for the both of them...but if not, Amai was going to find herself unhinged for sure. She didn’t take getting an arrow to the knee nicely, losing anymore of her body to gunshots would certainly throw her over the edge.
She couldn’t let Jun how much that cut had shook her, if even for just a moment and she had to keep up appearances. Amai didn’t know Falken, aside from mentions of him from Eve, so she didn’t even know this was him...but she couldn’t drop her facade with him for a second either. Despite the growing, steel ball of fast paced panic and excitement at having to begin thinking more about her current situation, Amai couldn’t stop the sudden, mock throb in her chest. Looking at him with his gun pointed towards her with unbridled malice and the ease of the way he pulled the trigger, all while promising her death…She was suddenly intoxicated with overwhelming, disgusting love, the same she’d felt for Eve on the rooftops when their fight had first begun. Amai could always have used her time better, but in this case she didn’t care as she spoke in nothing short of a delighted moan. “No need to know my name when you’re face down in the sheets anyways, darling.~”
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Post by HungryHunter on Sept 28, 2016 0:23:52 GMT
Huntsman tasted the stink of sulfur in the air. Looked like he turned on the gas. "Eh, sure. He's all yours." Huntsman turned on a dime and walked out of the restaurant, circling around behind. There she lay down and expanded into a thin strip underneath the windows, exuding a sticky ooze from her back. Anybody trying to leave through the windows would be stuck on her.
Jun didn't smile as Amai's severed wing floated to the ground. She just raised her blade to plunge it through Amai's chest before Amai whipped around and grabbed her. She jerked at the tantalizing touch. It distracted her just long enough to be shoved in front of Falken's gun. By pure reflex, she scaled up all over, something she didn't do for many reasons but was incredibly necessary with what was about to happen. Her scales deflected much of the blast, but not enough to escape unscathed.
There were holes in her chest, but not as bad as the could have been. Most of her body was unharmed, her scales smoking. She hung shocked for a second, small holes burnt across her stomach, thighs, stomach, and left side of her chest. Then her face hardened into rage and she further ruined her borrowed clothes when her brightly colored spines erupted in all directions. She sought to impale Amai in every part of her body and she didn't mind if she put some holes in Falken's dumb gun to do it!
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Post by Vapovile on Sept 28, 2016 8:14:17 GMT
"Now see here ya..." Sid was about to yell at Huntsman some more...until he heard Andy yell for the shapeshifter to come at him, followed by Huntsman seemingly losing interest in walking away, Sid not noticing the smell of the gas at all. What...was going on here? Things seemed to go from annoying to way too convenient. "Aaaah...fuck it." While Sid wasn't much of a strategist, he could vaguely sense that there was a trap incoming and slowly followed Huntsman around back, staying behind a tree so hopefully Andy wouldn't spot him. He could still feel the mercenary's presence inside of the building, so as long as he had that, there was no need to charge in blindly. A few years ago, Sid would have charged in without asking questions...but the time he spent with Inazuma has taught the kickmaster some of the importance of observing his surroundings. Especially with a little shit like Andy who liked to use traps.
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Post by Kuma on Oct 2, 2016 18:51:16 GMT
-Oh.- Falken barely reacted when his weapon blast reached Jun, as his sensors were picking something more interesting than that. -It seems that you have your bloody hands full with Jun…- The Infamous Mercenary gave a quick glance to the wounded Garo, still being lifted by his hand, and then returned his focus to Amai. -And I think you’re going to be busy with the Old Man too. So I'll take my leave- Without saying another word Falken threw Garo as hard as he could towards Amai, running to the side as fast as he could, lifting sand behind his feet as he strode forward. -BECAUSE I’M GOING TO GET THE TARGET RIGHT NOW!-
The Infamous Mercenary was rushing towards Derek and Thomas, as his onboard sensors allowed him to see through Derek’s disguise, not to see Derek, but to detect he was using a magical glamour to hide himself. That fit the profile of the Draiochta Prince abilities. Falken was a betting man and now he was putting his money on the young man hiding behind illusions being the target. With his Inui Laser Cannon still ready, shifting from Scatter to Focused shot as he ran, Falken was prepared to kill Derek, while also mocking him for good measure.
-Yo Prince!- He shouted with a sinister smile on his face. -I’m going to turn you into a soft and wet pulp!- He aimed from his shoulder as he grew ever closer. -Forget Purple Rain, you’re going to be Crimson! Or is it blue because you’re bloody royalty?- And with that final taunt he shot his weapon directly at Derek and Thomas, not caring to properly aim, trusting that the wide laser beam would incinerate them both.
-Tsk… At least I don’t have to deal with the crazy broad.- Andy whispered, a bit disappointed as he closed the gas in the kitchen and decided to re-think his strategy. He knew for a fact he wouldn’t be able to go toe-to-toe against Sid in a fair melee fight. The Heir of the Bonham family despised close quarters combat, he prefered a clean shot to the head that getting pummeled as if he was fighting a cave man. Even when training in Inazuma he tended to slack when it came to hand to hand combat. Even while learning Ki he only focused learning how to enhance his senses, feel other Ki sources and hide his own.
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Andy palm hit his face and a loud “PLAF” echoed against the kitchen tiled walls. He could obscure his Ki to create a trap, that could work, he only needed a perfect place to hide. He turned around and saw the large door, the one he was planning to trap Huntsman behind and decided to hide inside. It was the fridge, so he couldn’t stay for long, yet he needed Sid to come to him so his trap would work. He opened the gas again and he waited for a moment, when he could smell it he moved inside the fridge, and threw his last frag grenade into the room, closing the door to protect himself from the blast and lowering his Ki.
A massive blast engulfed the building, coming from the kitchen and expanding to the sides, blasting the windows and cracking the walls. Andy felt the tremor, but thankfully most of the blast was stopped by the heavy walk-in fridge door. The Heir to the Bonham lied in wait, sharpening his Ki senses to wait for Sid, who would surely come check, so he could snipe him through the door.
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Post by RedLenai on Oct 2, 2016 20:01:21 GMT
In the moment the boys noticed that the Mercenary was going towards their direction, they knew they were fucked up. It only took a few seconds for the boys to exchange glances, and in the moment that Falken shot his laser, Derek already grabbed Thomas by the arm and teleported. Only to pop again close to Falken and make a blue fire appear on his hand, attempting to let the blue flames at least make him step back. Meanwhile, Thomas shot his Colt towards Jun, he forgot about the bullets despite Derek's annoyance to use them. In the moment the bullet got closer to Jun, it imploded before releasing a wave of energy. Thomas felt like a big wave was pushing him back. After the punch, the spell that Derek was using dissapeared, showing his real shape. With an arrogant smile and his eyes showing a light blue glow, he threw another blue flame towards Falken, at the same time he step back, and flipped his blonde hair.
Sorry Terminator, but my sassy ass says "fuck you" - Then he ran towards both Garo and Amai. He touched Garo's arm...
Wow mate, the man was really screwed up. At least he cured a bit of his wounds, hoping the old man to get up and do some badass shit. Thankfully Thomas was trying to get both of Jun and Falken away from them. With a really disgusted face, he touched Amai making sure to don't touch her skin... but in this case he couldn't tell if she was really ok or not... probably a Demon thing. But his head was full about his "experiment" "So... the Bullets implodes and then let's escape all the energy that is inside it... probably not a thing that happens in the Draiochta body, it is a living being so energy flows and said body controls the flow naturally. Something like that doesn't happend to inanimate objects, so the energy can't be controled... Also the bullet can't handle said energy, so probably it needs to be stronger... I'm excited to see how this react at contact with targets.." - But he god interrumpted with Thomas voice, who seemed to be really worried about the situation right now
Derek... can we teleport somewhere else, please? - the young priest asked noticing that probably... they won't win this fight...
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Post by Iris on Oct 3, 2016 15:41:02 GMT
"Uh oh.~" Amai chimed as she felt the solitary moment of stunned peace, only to note the sudden change in Jun's body language. Figuring being close to a girl who could extend glass from her body was a piss poor idea, Amai connected the heel of her shoe into Jun's lower back, pushing off just enough to narrowly avoid being entirely impaled and diving towards her left where Garo was also tossed; thanks to her butchered wing, Amai couldn't exactly get far away enough. Like a knife into warm butter, Amai felt her right side suddenly riddled with injuries that broke into flesh that gave no resistance. Oh the fragility of a human vessel. Her right arm was impaled in multiple spots, her right leg sliced through the thickest parts of her outer thigh, and there were some holes in her torso's side she could have certainly dealt without; despite the slowly, ever-growing ruin of her physical form, the pain in her actual form was what lit her fuse. "My...BODY."
Amai looked to the idiotic charges they were given out in the open and she hissed with ferocity, flecks of flame spewing from action. "What the FUCK are you idiots doing out here? You want to die so fucking badly?? I put you in that room for a GOD DAMN REASON." Amai was struggling to stand with her ruined limbs refusing to cooperate. She needed a drain and she needed it fast...or she was going to utterly lose control. Just thinking about her beautiful skin ruined by such a sub-par girl was making her heated; her fuse was burning shorter and shorter.
Amai slapped away Derek's hand and, with the back of Garo's shirt clutched in her good hand, she shook him roughly and hissed again all while the faint smell of something burning began to emanate. "If you don't wake up, I'm not responsible for what happens to you. If you want to die so badly, I'll end you here and use your strength for my own." At the end of her sentence, Amai simply grunted as if she were in pain, however she ended it by swiftly cracking her neck loudly to one side. Temper control was not something she could do well. "I'm THIS fucking close to setting this entire island ablaze...Fuuuuuuck." Her wounds that showed no blood, or rather anything, began to burn at the edges and left a wafting scent of burning, crisping flesh. Her body was disintegrating just like it had in her fight with Patches and that was never a good sign!!
Dropping her hold on Garo, not caring if he fell or not, Amai pressed her good hand to the receiver in her ear and called out to the rest of her team. "I don't know what the fuck you two are doing, but my body is ruined and the idiot child is out here with us and I'm VERY angry." Again, she ended her sentence by cracking her neck loudly to the other side, her furious exhale leaving her nostrils and mouth in a steamy, pink fume. Her time was really fucking precious right now and she couldn't promise the safety of anyone over herself. Looking to Derek and his silly little priest comrade, Amai narrowed her eyes with a dangerous glint burning in her eyes. "If you want to do that silly little teleporting thing again, I'd suggest it." Then, back into her comm, she spoke slowly and in a calmly, showing how close she was to utterly snapping. "I'm suddenly realizing that I actually don't care if this kid lives or dies."
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Post by Vapovile on Oct 3, 2016 23:51:08 GMT
The kickmaster waited for any indication that Andy was on the move...until for some reason, the signal started to get muddled...like Andy was masking it somehow. "God damn it...you know what? I don't care anymore!" Sid yelled as the building next to him exploded, rocking the ground beneath Sid and forcing him to stand still in order to keep balance. Glaring at the building, Sid put his hand out toward Huntsman. "Stay back, I'm going to tear this place apart!" Sid yelled as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small metallic medal, focusing his energy into the device and being engulfed in a bright light. Once the light subsided, Sid stood there...wearing a pair of large obsidian-like boots that had tiny lava veins running through the outside, going all the way up to Sid's knees.
Leaping high into the air, higher than most of the other buildings in the area, Sid greatly increases the weight of his boots at the height of the jump and rockets down toward the building Andy was in, aiming for dead center of the kitchen. He'd crash right through the building's roof like it was cardboard, though the splinters did slice up his sides and arms along the way down. "Sky...Impact!" Sid yells as he crashes into the ground, sending a shockwave across the kitchen that sends pots flying across the rooms, appliances blown against the wall, and some of the ruined cabinets even ripped off the walls. Sid had no idea what to expect, so if he just blew away whatever traps Andy set, he'd have the upper hand!
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Post by HungryHunter on Oct 5, 2016 4:10:16 GMT
Huntsman yelped and hunkered down even lower when the building's windows blew out over her head. Fire! She hated it so much! "Ah! Fire bad!" Little bits of glass rained over her back, some leaving shallow cuts that swifly vanished. An eye stalk raised to look through the blown out windows, roving around for Andy. Well, his body wasn't there, so he was probably hiding behind those big doors. Huntsman decided to check it out before another shockwave suddenly tore her eye off.
"SID!" The creature screeched, flopping her sluglike body into the window. She calmed down quickly when anger turned to interest. "When did you learn to do that? I don't remember that shit in that lemon town." Huntsman reared her front half up, waving feathery scent catchers and eye stalks. "Yep, he's behind those big doors. You want him? I want to see what those legs of yours can do to that door." Huntsman gurgled. She could let Sid have this one so long as she was watching. Unfortunately that was not to be. She heard Amai's cry over the com system and deeply sighed. "I guess I'll have to look at the damage later. Amai needs me." With that, she clumsily lurched out of the restaurant and slowly back to where Amai was.
Jun spun to slaughter Amai as soon as she was dropped, but the shockwave from Thomas' shot knocked her flat, cracking the scales on her entire left side. Her vision spun. This mission was the worst she could recall ever taking. She registered so many problems at once she was nearly overwhelmed with the rush of information. She was charred all in front, half naked from the damage done to her clothing by the lasers and her own spines, and now bleeding from all the cracks in her side. A problem she didn't register was just how much of her body was scaled. Her pores blocked off, she was swiftly overheating, but she was too addled to notice.
Jun pushed herself to her feet with her blade, sharpening the edge of her off arm. She didn't see just her hated enemy Amai but now her goal. Fate smiled upon her. She rushed for Derek, utilizing her famed famed "Blades of blood and body" combo in the blink of an eye. First her sword lashed out to chop into Derek's torso, followed instantly while she was close by her sharpened arm, seeking to open as long a gash as it could. Her sword was of course dangerous, being a sword, but its main talent was in destroying the blood's ability to clot blood. Those cut would bleed profusely for up to 24 hours if the curse was not removed, not healing for all that time, inevitably deadly for anything with so little blood to spare as a human. Jun wouldn't have to land another hit if these two blades found Derek's flesh-she would just have to wait.
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Post by Kuma on Oct 7, 2016 3:11:18 GMT
The Gainen powered impact demolished the building, that already was quite damaged after the explosions caused by Andy. Debris fell down with the implosion, but the walk-in fridge, completely surrounded by thick reinforced walls resisted most of the attack, just with some cracks starting to let the cold escape. Andy didn’t know about this, it wasn’t Ki, it felt similar to what happened back in Osaka, when the sky got set ablaze. The massive crash shook Andy, some bruises and cuts here and there, thanks to the immense release of energy Sid caused, but the Heir of the Bonham was still okay, at least his trigger finger wasn’t broken, not like a couple of his ribs, caught by one of the shockwaves that filtered through one of the cracks in the walls.
-Ugh… Bloody hell!?- Andy repositioned his rifle while he touched his splintered ribs, checking the damage. -What the hell did this bloke get? A bazooka tied to his legs?- He whispered between pained grunts as he shifted his back, placing the rifle over his chest and using his foot as an improvised tripod, as his got wrecked when he avoided Huntsman on the rooftop. Andy could feel Sid’s Ki with ease, even through the door. Enhancing his senses to feel the Kickmaster breath was even easier as he aimed directly a headshot. -Bang!- He muttered as his finger pulled the trigger, leaving Sid little time to react. The shot took his toll on Andy, as the weapon knockback, shooting from such an awkward position broke two more ribs.
The blue flames burned Falken, who staggered backwards. He quickly regained his footing and snarled, reading his Inui Laser Cannon into scattershot to completely eradicate Derek from the world in a rain of energy buckshot. -Now you bloody done it Prince!- He shouted as the cannon hummed towards a full charge. The Infamous Mercenary pulled the trigger, but he ended up shooting upwards, his shot dispersing over his head. -MY SHOOTING HAND!- He screamed in pain as his weapon hit the sand below him. An arrow was piercing his hand clean, from back to palm. Falken looked around until his eyes, burning with rage locked on Garo, barely awake, lying on the ground with a pained smirk and the string of his bow vibrating.
-Got… ugh… you two bit terminator.- The Archer weakly taunted the Cyborg before passing out, his hand still clutching his bow as hard as he could. Falken roared and without even taking a breath broke the arrow shaft and took it out. His nanites might heal this wound, but for the time being his hand wasn’t fit to handle any weapons. Still he had his left hand and so he sent back the inui Laser Cannon and exchanged it for something a bit more easier to handle with a single hand, bringing out the Tendo Variable Weapon, in Axe Mode. -I’m going to kill this bloody prince, his friend and then I’m coming for you old man!- Falken shouted as he charged forward towards Derek and Thomas, hoping to hit them while they were distracted by Jun’s attack.
Ms. Schwarzwald and Mr. Oberman were inside their room. -Ready, they won’t be able to enter this room.- The Secretary informed as she diligently finished the last touches in several protective enchantments. She wasn’t a very talented arcane practitioner, but she knew enough to use the extremely high quality magical objects crafted by her employer’s enterprise. She even added some Omnyo Charms they got from a transaction with some Taoist Mystics on China, that currently was a surging market for all things Hidden World, they got a lot of good materials from the new Chinese Hidden World Organization, Bixie Hair and Dragon Scales in industrial quantity and just for a couple of secure scrying spheres for secret magical communication.
-Sir, I think we’ll be safe here, but is quite surprising somebody would attempt to disrupt this meeting.- Ms. Schwarzwald wondered who would gain more from this and slowly she realized what was happening, because even without the blatant attack by mercenaries she could read her boss expression, the nervous tics of a man who was very bad lying about dangerous things. Mr. Oberman feet moved nervously, marking a beat on the floorboards, his accelerated heart as his mind raced. “Will they track them to me?” “MI:13 will get my head” “Why didn’t I use poison.” -Mr. Oberman… Did you hire assassins to kill the envoy from the Draiochta Kingdom?- She asked her boss with a strict tone, almost worried about the answer.
He didn’t reply, his hands shuffling around a small vial, something he took from his father safebox, a potion that according to his father nobody should drink. This was his last chance, because it was clear that the Assassins weren’t doing a great job, basic scrying could tell him that. He would drink the potion and do what they couldn’t, plus he would have to kill them all to cover his tracks. Even Ms. Schwarzwald. That would be a shame, she was a decent secretary. So against a rock and a hard place Mr. Oberman took a stupid decision and drank the potion, while Ms. Schwarzwald tried to stop him, realizing too late what her employer was drinking. She attempted to pull the bottle from his hand, but he had already drink it and with a single push he flung her against a wall, making her crash violently.
Mr. Oberman started to tremble, muscles bulging without control, letting the bottle down to the floor. The glass didn’t break and it rolled for a while until being stopped by chair leg. The label read: “Titanomachia”
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Post by RedLenai on Oct 7, 2016 4:34:01 GMT
The prince glanced towards Amai, with a really pissed of face but then he changed it into a really naughty smile, making a bad imitation of Amai's voice - Oh, Darling! I do live for the trouble~! - He giggles as he stood up and cracking his bones he spoke again to Amai - Honey, we can find another comatose for you anytime
As much the situation ws getting worse, Thomas took a look to everyone. At that rhyme, they're gonna lose. He needed to make Derek go somewhere else. He saw Jun with contempt, he no longer would see these assasins as people, it was better to change the perspective and see them as Targets right now. He already decided, if he can't change Derek decision, then, killing the assasins was his new Target. In the moment he noticed Jun's movement he jumped to push Derek away from her blade. By Derek's hand, he made his typical arrogant smile. He wouldn't let Falken or Jun to kill him so easily. Things were getting interesting, he glanced towards Garo. Well, the dude was still alive, but not fully recovered "Fuck that shit Old man..." he thought to himself.
Ha! Sorry Tin Woodman, but the Wizard of Oz can't give you his heart! - He said throwing a blue flame towards him, until he noticed Thomas was just to get hitted by the warrior lady, so he ran towards him but... DAMN IT! Thomas felt his arm burning, and also, there was blood coming from there. He tore a bit from his own shirt to make pressure in his arm, and also he tied it, once that was done he shot back towards Jun, this time he shot 3 bullets towards her. The prince by his part he was grabbing his shoulder, he was feeling how that was hurting like hell... but he didn't notice when the axe was coming back... "A boomerang... great" he move and thank Lord he didn't get another hit again, but he noticed some golden hair in the sand... no... goddamn... he was about to yell but then he saw to his little brother, he was bleeding, and a lot.
Thommy? Crap, that looks pretty bad... - he said, and it was weird... He said that in a really calm and sweet voice? Who was that?! - I'll take care of it later, now... -His eyes meet with Jun's He wouldn't let her run away from him, one thing was trying to kill him but hurting Thomas? REALLY? He didn't care about his hair or his shoulder, now his hands were shinning with big blue flames, the sand near to him was being crystallized.
Well, well... Shall we dance, my Lady? UNFORTUNATELLY IS NOT GOING TO BE THE TANGO OF DEATH! But hey! This is gonna be pretty similar in the last part~! - He said with a smile and his eyes shinning bright blue. Oh boy, he was gonna make her suffer, and also use those stupid knifes on her. Lovely, he really liked when girls were using red... But there's no time for let her use a dress. He was almost to throw a big blue flame towards her but Thomas hand stopped him. It didn't took so much time until he realized what his brother was trying to say. Yeah, leave the fight.
My apologies... but I can't hear sinful confessions right now - The priest said, with almost rage on his own words. So, both guys ran towards Garo and lifted him on their shoulders. They teleported again, in the middle of blue flames. 100 meters... fine, another 100 meters... still good... ok, ok, two more and that's all. The boys ran to the hotel where they had stayed after the other one got involved into the crossfire. After entering in the room and putting Garo in one of the beds, Derek was trying to use the first aid-kit they had on the room. It wasn't working. Even the wound wasn't getting any better or stop bleeding.
Why about trying to use your magic? - The boy spoke with his soft voice of always. Of course that thing hurts a lot but getting nervous was a worse idea.
You know I can't do that, Draiochta magic must be used when you don't care about someone. Use your effort and handwork it's a demonstration of care and how important is someone to you. Did you understood? - The prince said, still trying to change bandages , alcohol and sterile water.
I don't see the point. And if someone is dying? You won't use your magic at all? - Sometimes, Derek had a rather dubious moral. It wasn't that bad, if Thomas sees that in Derek's point of view, it was true. Doing things in the easy way wasn't really affectionate, but c'mon! It was an emergency! It was fine to use some magic! - I've said this plenty of times, but dude, you are weird
Yeah, and the boy who likes pink and girly stuff says I'm weird - Derek smiled in the most annoying way only to piss off Thomas's mood.
Shut up! Cute things can be manly too! - He said as he grabbed tigh his arm - At least Mr. Takayama is only unconscious...
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Post by Iris on Oct 7, 2016 8:11:11 GMT
Amai would have loved to spit petty words back, but the succubus was physically biting on her tongue as she attempted to hold back the burning cinders of her form from appearing. She had JUST gotten this body, she didn’t want to ruin it so soon already! How was she supposed to feel Garo’s neck beneath her fingers, or Eve’s soft flesh, or the enthralling heat and trembles of her next victim if she didn’t have skin?! “Rhetorical question.” She answered her own question inside of her head; she couldn’t touch them because they’d sooner incinerate.
Thomas’s snarky little mouth was adding fuel to a lit fuse and she could only close her eyes with a grunt as she pressed her fingers against the bridge of her nose; there was so much happening and she couldn’t focus on any of it. Huntsman and Sid were too slow, there were explosions activating everywhere, and the smell of burning was clogging her nose...wait, burning? Her eyes snapped open and Amai looked towards the gaping wounds on her body; the empty space seemed to flicker and the flesh around the edges was growing black and crisped, flakes falling away as she suddenly stood up with a loud, foreign curse coming from her mouth. “God DAMMIT.” She shrieked in pure fury as her lovely side gave way to bright, pink flame; it was already too late! “My body!!!” Amai’s scream was so loud and frantic that it almost mirrored fear, but one look at her face twisted in pure, ugly hatred, showed it was quite the opposite; Amai was beyond pissed. “You ruined my precious body!! God fucking DAMMIT. You bunch of cunts!!! I’m going to kill every last one of you , I’ll melt you until you’re nothing but crisp sinew!!!” Amai was going off the rails, grabbing at her golden hair that began falling off in burnt ends in her nails, her scalp giving way to faint traces of flame; she was going to go berserk no matter who was here! Fuck the mission, fuck this kid, fuck her entire team; Eve could get as mad as she wanted, but right here and right now, all Amai wanted was the delicious feeling of ending a life for the tragedy her ego felt.
“I’ll fucking END YOU.” Screeching out, Amai grasped at the edges of her head, her red nails digging into the burnt flesh and tearing outwards as if pulling off a thin layer of sheets; what happened after could only be described as a small explosion; the radius was only around 5 feet wide but the heat was so intense that at its epicenter, the sand charred into dark glass. The foliage around was devoured beneath the pink and white flame and slowly, from the inside of the twirling inferno, was the loud and distorted sound of manic laughter. A set of hands pierced through the funneled flame, followed by another...and another...and another. Their twisted fingertips ended in dangerous points, claws that mirrored those on the strangely animal legs that broke into the glass beneath with sheer force. All at once, as if being inhaled, the fiery force sucked inwards and Amai stood at its center, burning as bright as her fury; in the daylight, her form didn’t make much sense. Her face, her body, it was constantly changing and flickering with its licked flame, but the only constant were her mass of jagged arms that cracked inhumanly. Outside of her vessel, Amai forgot how good it felt to stretch. “Ahahahahaaaa…. Yes.~ “ Her voice was like a hiss and pink fumes expelled from a maw instead of a mouth, all while her many, purple eyes looked upon the two who had earned her rage. “Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!!” She chanted happily while holding all of her elongated arms out, and in two a fiery formation of her tridents appeared, their ends flickering like tongues waiting to taste and she was a mother, elated to feed. “It feels SO good to be ME. “ She spun the length of the two between her many arms and her animal-like legs buckled down, crunching loudly into the glass before launching her forward to the person she was most mad at first, her trident’s heads aimed forward.
“Jun!!” Her reverberating voice screeched out, a long, purple tongue flicking white-hot flame while her eyes all narrowed in delight at the mere idea of cracking through that glass carapace and scooping out what was inside. Her strength was even more than before, her solidity stronger from her earlier feeding, her time was still dangerously precious...but she'd use as much of it as she could to inflict as much harm as she would.
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Post by Vapovile on Oct 7, 2016 17:20:34 GMT
Sid listened to Huntsman's talking, being directed to the freezer that Andy was hiding inside. Unfortunately, with Andy masking his ki signature and having already positioned himself to spring a trap, Sid have almost no tie to react as the bullet came crashing through the door and headed straight for Sid's head. Quickly imagining the boots as being lighter, Sid spun 90 degrees to the right to try and avoid the bullet...but it was too little too late. The bullet grazed past Sid's right ear during the spin, shredding the lower half of it and spraying blood across the room. "HOLY FUCKING SHIT!" Sid yells as the pain shoots through his body, clutching his torn ear in pain. With a deathly glare, the kickmaster rockets forward and puts more energy into his boots to strike the door with a leaping jump kick that would hopefully send the door flying off it's hinges and into the freezer itself. It was clear that Sid's aim was impaired, however, as the kick was positioned more to the left side than normal, a side effect of Sid losing much of his sense of balance now that one of his ears was torn. He didn't even care about this mission anymore, there was one reason why he was bothering to help out; revenge.
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Post by HungryHunter on Oct 8, 2016 2:18:45 GMT
As Huntsman slugged away from the restaurant, she heard a gunshot ringing out. She didn't even turn her eyestalks back, just focusing on growing into a more mobile form to lope to Amai, moving like a leach with her head and tail acting as feet. It wasn't the fastest thing ever, but Huntsman was kind of hoping this would sort itself by the time she arrived. Any minute now, really.
Jun hissed when Derek vanished. He could teleport? Of all the things... She spun, flipping her blade to fling the blood from its surface. Her target was gone, and there was only one way to chase him. She had to eliminate Amai. A dark smiles covered her face. She was fine with that. She saw Amai's dread form not with revulsion but with relief. The Shattered One whispered to her that Amai would not last without a vessel, and Jun was not about to become Amai's vessel.
She saw Amai's legs tighten and prepared to move. Amai was shockingly fast, but Jun was prepared. She ducked just as Amai launched herself, letting the flaming abomnination pass overhead. Jun swung overhead, not caring what she struck. Anything was satisfying. She didn't take into account, however, her continued lack of open pores. The heat pouring off of Amai entered Jun and could not leave. Jun felt the strain of heat on every muscle at once, down to her very mind. Scales melted away at her armpits, inner thighs, and all over her back, trying to let her boiling body breathe. Jun took a shuddering breath as she began to sweat profusely. This wasn't enough to take her out, but her mistake of entirely scaling her body was certainly costing her.
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Post by Kuma on Oct 9, 2016 1:23:11 GMT
-I didn’t get you with that? Bloody fucking cunt.- Andy spoke as the door flew over his head and crashed against the back of the walk-in fridge, first imbedding into the wall and then forcing it to crumble from its weight. The Heir of the Bonham clan could barely talk, much less move. He looked up to see Sid’s silhouette cut by the light coming in from the sun and the flaming ruins of what once was one of the resort buildings. -Where the fuck did you get the firepower to fuck up a building, you kicking cunt?- Andy knew he didn’t have a way out from this, searching for fame and glory got him into this position, maybe if he survived he would change his wa…
Andy stopped that train of thought as his keen eyes noticed something in the back, at first he couldn’t quite make out what it was but soon he realized what it was and weakly pointed at it. -So, you could kill me, or you could go and help your guys to deal with that, because I don’t think this island will be bloody secure for your client if that thing is there.- He was pointing at the main building.
Garo opened his eyes and tried to stand up, but his wounds were still too fresh to allow him to. He looked around the room seeing both Derek and Thomas, at the very least they were safe. The Old Archer, even in this state was still alert, as soon as he was awake his sharply trained senses allowed him to get some information about the surroundings. He could hear the waves crashing in the distance, he could feel the softness of the bed linen, a mouthful of blood tasted like rust in his mouth, he could see the bleeding wound on Thomas arm and smell the mixture of seawater, blood and cleaning product that was extremely present in the room.
Once again, in a display of stubbornness Garo tried to stand up, this time around succesfully, but he could feel his legs trembling like jello. As much as he hated Degiraz he couldn’t deny that the Psycho Cyborg carried quite the punch, literally. His tired eyes glanced at Thomas injury and without speaking a word he grabbed one of his Omnyo charms. Or tried to as the pile he had got destroyed in the fight with Degiraz, he only carried three more, in the back of his boot. He crouched with a lot of effort and ripped a piece of cloth hiding them. He only had 3, one that could seal wounds, one that could enhance his arrows’ durability and the last one was one of the wind walker charms.
He didn’t hesitate and placed the charm on Thomas wound. It wouldn’t stop the curse, but at least it would slow down the bleeding, at least long enough for the Priest to get professional help. Garo could’ve used it on himself, but seeing Derek and Thomas, deep down he was really seeing his son. -That might help, at least for a while.- He staggered, supporting his weight against the wall. -Don’t rip it or allow it to get damag- His face changed from paternal-like concern to fear as his hand, placed against the wall allowed him to sense a vibration, as if the wood itself was starting to curve and bend.
Something big was moving inside the Hotel. Without a second to waste he gathered his strength and kicked the window, shattering the glass. -WE NEED TO RUN! NOW!- He shouted at both of them as the wall behind them started to bend towards them, some of the wood planks starting to splinter and crack as the whole building started to tremble.
-Well...Bloody fuck.- Falken cursed as Derek vanished. He lowered his gun for a second until his attention shifted to Amai. -Mmh, I haven’t killed a bitch in a long time.- The Psycho Cyborg raised his weapon, that shifted from axe into blaster form. -It’s time for Falken Degiraz to do some bitch killing.- He aimed carefully to avoid hitting Jun, who was charging forward and got ready to fire, but his attention was caught by something happening in the background, the rooftop of the main building was buckling outwards. The Infamous Mercenary lowered his weapon as he looked in shock. - I think is time for Falken Degiraz to pull a bigger weapon.- He weakly added, glancing at his gun and then at the event happening in front of him.
The roof of the building exploded, tiles and planks launched through the air as a grotesque figure grew bigger by the second, towering over the building. A mass of arms and heads sprouting from a deformed body was the result of Oberman taking the mysterious potion created by his father. Truly it wasn’t a rare recipe, it was a run of the mill transformative brew, allowing the user to change his form into another creature, gaining any physical advantages this new form poses for a limited period of time. What was special about this particular potion was the core element, a piece of the creature you wished to become.
The essence of a mythological giant, son of the Greek Titans, was the source of this brewage power. The Essence of an Hekatonkheires, a legendary monstrosity with fifty heads and a hundred arms. Oberman shed his mortal form to turn into this hulking beast, oversized muscled arms growing out his chest as he grew larger, to the point his waist was piercing the rooftop, making the creature an impressive 30 mts of height. Oberman’s voice was distorted and echoed in the whole island. -I WILL KILL THE PISSANT HICK MYSELF AND I’M GOING TO KILL EVERYBODY IN THIS ISLAND IF I NEED TO DO IT!- His transformation ended, he reached a strange symmetry as his arms went from 2 extremely large ones to 2 human sized ones, and everything in between, all radiating from the center of his chest. -IT SEEMS THAT IF YOU WANT SOMEBODY DEAD YOU HAVE TO DO IT YOURSELF!-
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Post by Iris on Oct 9, 2016 1:57:02 GMT
Amai’s reflexes were fast and spread among all 8 of her upper limbs, all moving with the precision of century’s practice far in the past. Her tridents whose length extended further than her other, shifted between her limbs in an effort to block; she had to change her plan from attempting to impale the other woman. The sickening clang of metal against metal was heard and flame spewed from Amai’s mouth in something that was meant to resemble irritation. Two of her arms caught themselves into the sand, spitting heat that transformed the sand to glass yet again and she crushed the dirty material in her hands, turning around and throwing it immediately towards Jun while her trident’s flared in two of her free arms. They were growing ever-hotter with Amai’s flaming anger, as was she, all while her form was slowly warbling with the molten heat. “I’ll melt you into a puddle of nothing!” She cackled loudly with the sound raking across her foreign tongue like a hoe against coals.
Amai, cracking her unnatural head against her neck at a 90 degree angle, merely laughed louder as Falken threatened her. HER. Initially, she’d just wanted to fuck the ever loving shit out of him for the pure, disgusting filth his soul oozed, but now she just wanted to see what his circuits looked like fused together in a melting pile! Her body displayed a loud series of cracking, snapping joints as she expanded with her ever-growing heat; pissed didn’t begin to describe her at this moment. She lost her body, her precious clothes, undoubtedly another phone, and her pride for having allowed herself to even get hit while trying to protect anyone other than herself; Amai wasn’t pissed, she was hellishly furious.
Sucking in a deep breath, Amai was preparing to expand as much heat as possible to overwhelm at least these two, but she stopped when all 6 of her pupil-less, orb-like eyes looked up to the monster that appeared from what used to be the resort. Suddenly, her precious time ticked by immediately in her head; 30 minutes was not enough to take that on and she’d already spent a lot of her power by simply throwing a fit. “Fucking shit.” Her mouthless form gnashed its teeth and created a face that was an attempt at showing disbelief and irritation. She NEEDED a body. Seeing as how Falken was distracted, Amai sucked her breath back in and opened her maw wide, the sound causing a snap at the edge of her head before flame billowed out in a hot pink pillar; she didn’t use it to direct towards either Falken or Jun though. Amai spat it into the ground to create a brief wall, then turning around, Amai shoved her legs as hard as she could into the ground along with her crooked fingers and attempted to take off. She HAD to find a new body if she even wanted an ounce of energy to fight what that thing was.
Amai figured she’d just break Jun apart later. Her pride could always take a backseat to having to survive.
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Post by HungryHunter on Oct 9, 2016 2:54:05 GMT
In her current state, Jun couldn't react to the red hot glass Amai threw and it took her solidly in the stomach. With no scales there now, she suffered lacerations all across her midriff as well as doubling over, gasping for air. Did Amai hit even harder like this? Jun fell to her knees, vision nearly vanishing. She was lucky Amai just spat down a wall of flame and fled, in no shape to fight back. Finally, she managed to draw a breath and wiped away the spit dangling from her lower lip. She looked up at the thing coming from the hotel and shook her head. "Wazzat... on our side?" Jun's head was still too foggy to process just what was going on. She still felt hot, even sweating like she was in a sauna.
Huntsman huffed when she made it to the battle site and not just Amai but the kids were gone. "Well, that was useless. I should have stayed and watched the leggy guy turn the gun twerp into paste." She snarked at the assassins who remained. She wobbled on her tail end to look at the creature coming from the hotel. "So is that my problem or your problem?" She asked, twisting around into a coiled shape, ready to spring at whatever was her problem.
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Post by Vapovile on Oct 9, 2016 3:27:01 GMT
Walking into the freezer, Sid held his hand up against the wall to keep his body steady, glaring down at Andy. "I found a thing, that's how. But...I just realized somethin'." Putting his left hand into his pocket, Sid's expression softened. "I don't really care anymore. You shot at me, I beat ya. Ya are just a little shit who doesn't care who he kills for money, not really hating a dude like me. Guess we're square." Sid turns to leave...but suddenly twists his body around swings his right leg back, bringing it forward to kick Andy directly in the nuts. The kick wasn't particularly powerful at all, most average humans could kick harder...but Sid wanted to bring a point across, not turn an injured guy into a woman. "That was for my ear, you English shit! NOW we're square!" Sid calls back as he leaps out of the ruined building and toward the hulking monstrosity.
Stopping on top of a rooftop to get a good look at the monster, Sid rips off a section of his shirt to wrap up his damaged ear, still leaning to one side in order to compensate for the loss of balance. Once he finished tying it up, the kickmaster groaned as he watched the giant challenge them all. "What a drag...welp, here goes nothin'." And with that, Sid leaped around the side of the giant to try and get behind him. Once someone else decided to get the beastie's attention, Sid would sprint forward and hit the back of this guy's head as hard as he could. He just wasn't willing to be the first one the giant focused on.
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Post by RedLenai on Oct 9, 2016 4:06:39 GMT
The boys were quiet by all the moment when Garo stood up and attended Thomas wound. Derekwas more than angry about that fact, he saw every movement of Garo on his bro; not like he was going to hurt the kiddo but he really wanted to keep his eyes the whole time on Thomas. The other boy thanked the Archer with his soft voice... twice to be exact.
Mr. Takayama, are you alright? We must take care of your wounds as well... Derek's magic helped a lot with the more difficults - The younger boy spoke with his sweet smile. He noticed the effort in the Archer legs, he was trying to stay still but it was gonna be difficult right now. He needed to rest.
Hey... Garo, try resting a bit more - This time, the arrogant prince spoke, this time a bit nervous and also he didn't sound like the little brat that he was - Your wounds are horrible mate, let me find you some potion as well, yes? Take it as my grattitude to help Thomas
But both of them saw the expression on Garo's face. Something was happening, and now they couldn't teleport. "Dammit! Stupid side effects!" Derek said on his mind - Keep him still, Thommy. I'll grab my stuff first - He said as he ran towards one of his baggages and took a little bag with him. It had every potion that he created, also the dysfunctional ones. They were turned into little marbles to make it sure to have more, his bag was full of them... "I hope Thommy wouldn't think of this as Candy.... I don't want him to explode". After grabbing the little bag he ran towards both Garo and Thomas and helped him to go downstairs. They needed to go fast.
Dude, why aren't you like those characters on video-games, they only need Maána! Not a frickin' book! - Thomas yell while they ran downstairs,making sure to don't trip and end in the floor.
Yeah,Thommy... That God of yours was a little angry and drunk when he created my species
That voice was really something to fear... "It seems that if you want somebody dead, you have to do it yourself..." Something about that sentence was pretty wrong... So, the person who contacted the assasins also turned into a monster to make sure to kill Derek, who was that man? Thomas wasn't sure about it. His friend had a meeting there, so... Who would like to kill him at all cost? Another company? He wasn't sure but things were getting really awful at that moment. As a priest he needed to make sure that the citizens were safe and take control of the situation but by the other side he really wanted to stay and help with everything. Also he was wondering why Derek wanted to grab some stuff with him, What does that mean? Most of Derek's potion ended up exploding all over the place, he saw that himself... How stupid, he KNOWS that the Blonde was a pyromaniac everytime he has the chance... Well... He was already imagining the situation in his mind...
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Post by Kuma on Oct 13, 2016 1:53:38 GMT
The hotel exploded from a detonation of sheer physical power, as the transfigured Mr. Oberman crashed through the wooden structure, like a child stepping over a sandcastle. Wooden planks and shattered glass flew in all directions, turning from construction materials to deadly proyectiles in matter of seconds. Falken barely managed to avoid a large wooden pillar that fell from the skies, rolling away as the column pierced deeply into the beach and stayed up, trembling for a moment before stopping its reverberation. -Bloody hell!- The Insane Cyborg exclaimed as he watched the grotesque creature’s advance towards them. A hundred furious eyes burned with hatred as they scanned the area searching for Derek. -WHERE IS THIS LITTLE DRAIOCHTA SHIT! I WILL DESTROY HIM AND FEED HIS REMAINS TO THE SEAGULLS!-
Each step he took made the bay tremble, his feet and legs were even larger than the heaviest set of arms, surely to help him support all the weight. His skin was more akin to an Elephant’s than a human being, seeming leathery and thick. His heads turned independently of each other but he soon stopped when he felt something that stinged him behind one of the heads. Oberman turned around breaking the rubble into even smaller pieces as he did and his full attention was centered on Sid, who just kicked him in the back of the head. -I WILL DESTROY YOU IMPERTINENT WORM!- Oberman raised a dozen fists and unloaded a barrage of punches, roughly covering a 15 square feet area with impacts, right where Sid was after kicking him.
Meanwhile to the side of the building Garo followed the two teens, lagging a bit behind as his wounds were still hindering him. The Old Archer leaned against a palm tree and finally fell on his knees, trying to catch his breath. -C’mon old man, don’t die out just yet.- He muttered to himself as he tried to stand up. He staggered a couple of times before managing to get on his feet again, yet he knew he wouldn't be able to keep up with them on his current sorry state. -Hey!- He called them as they would surely have advanced a bit more than him. -Get out, ran as far as you can, we’ll handle this creature, whatever it is.- Garo tried to act strong and confident, blocking the pain out.
-From what he’s bloody saying I bet is everyone’s problem.- Falken spoke without even looking at Huntsman, trying to focus on healing his injured hand so he could wield something with a bit more of fire power. As he did he brought the Hino Freeze Ray from his arsenal and using at the lowest setting, just extremely cold air, not enough to freeze somebody, he shot Jun, as his sensors read that her body heat was spiking. In other circumstances he might have made a joke, but at the moment the encroaching threat of this gigantic monster was a bit more important on his mind, as he hoped that something on his arsenal could injure the new foe.
-You’re going to bloody help?- He asked Huntsman. -Because I’m ready for a bloody truce until we take down the big ‘n ugly right there… Before he takes us out.-
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Post by Iris on Oct 13, 2016 10:32:48 GMT
Bang, bang, bang! She could feel each tremor of the earth in all of her limbs, caused by whatever the hell that creature was; seemed something pissed it off. However, this was the last of Amai's concerns at the moment. Her time was ticking, each second a precious one while she was outside of a vessel and she was in dire need of a new one, or else...well, she felt like her welcome back to Hell wouldn't be as warm as one would hope.
She moved like a predator, fast and precise, and finding the guests of the island was certainly no chore. They were all panicking and screaming, running around like chickens with their heads cut off as the monstrosity spurred some deep, incessant horror in them. "Good," Amai thought as she burst forth from the foliage, leaving behind a blazing inferno and blackened sand; she was trying hard to reserve her energy, but she couldn't exactly completely stop the expended energy of her flames. Where she burst from, she careened right into an individual and their screams were immediate, both of horror and agony; Amai was burning them alive just by being close! If her time was precious then, it was ultimately precious now! Holding her clawed fingers together, Amai simply hissed and shoved the pointed tips into the individual's chest, cutting their screams off in a gurgling mess, leaving their body smelling of iron and char. With great disgust, and little choice, Amai leaned her flaming head downwards, her face closing in and scorching the skin before she swirled into a bright, flaming pink mass that entered through the body's mouth, making it twitch and convulse violently. Their eyes that displayed horror blinked once, then twice, and their glassy pupils began to glow a bright pink. Male. Perhaps a teen. The body was in utter shit disrepair thanks to her. She needed to start draining and from the sounds of it, she had to do it quick.
Amai's travel back was sluggish to say the least, but it increased rapidly in speed as she neared the source of a whole new problem. She grabbed running body after running body, sucking life without allure or enticement, leaving bodies in her wake. The male body began to rapidly heal with every dropped form, his ugly clothing dropping from a nude form that began to alter with every step. Small legs gave way to long, a masculine chest gave way to large breasts, and the shaggy brown hair soon ended in a bright, golden mane of messy, curly hair. She HATED fighting while ugly.
"Oh, what's that, you want our help?" A voice chided from above the three-man group watching the rampaging monster and with a woosh of air, Amai dropped down. She was...well, naked, but otherwise her face seemed completely neutral. Her once good mood had ultimately soured and she scoffed as she looked at the disgusting creature raging around, looking for the shitty brat that she'd hoped had already died. "Even I have standards; I'm not putting my mouth on that. What's wrong, walking toaster, your batteries dying so you can't take it on yourself?~" She hissed with animosity, a cruel smile on her face. Amai had lost all charm in the process of retreating and returning...plus, she'd lost her clothes and those weren't cheap. You wouldn't believe how expensive a pair of designer shorts and a swimsuit were.
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