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Post by Vapovile on Nov 11, 2016 21:32:42 GMT
Glaring at Huntsman, Sid groaned in annoyance at how everyone thought he was being a 'coward' right now. Opening the communication link, Sid begins to address both Derek and Huntsman. "Look, you little shits. I'm not 'fraid of this fucker. But if this little shit is safe, we all get paid still." Listening to the rest of the group say their plan, Sid stands back up and dusts the sand off his back. At what point was this mission not worth the reward? "Whatever...everyone stand back, I am going to make a dent in this dude's spine."
Digging his right foot into the sand, Sid rockets off and leaps on top of a nearby building, jumping up to an even taller building until he couldn't find anything higher to jump onto. Leaping straight upwards, the kickmaster makes his boots as light as possible to sail dozens of meters into the air, positioning himself directly in the path of Oberman's spine. Then, he doubles the weight of his boots, then again, until they were multiple times heavier than normal. Sid rapidly descends from the sky, the boots now glowing with heat akin to a spacecraft reentering Earth's atmosphere. "Aerial...meteor...IMPACT!" Sid yells as he finishes his descent.
If he manages to hit the spine, the impact would have a much higher heat impact than the attack he did in the building Andy was in. While he knew this wouldn't do much internal damage, Sid hoped that the heat would weaken the skin enough to open a hole and let one of these other people to attack the spine directly.
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Post by HungryHunter on Nov 12, 2016 0:00:49 GMT
The chunk that landed on Amai wiggled in what might have been irritation or joy. "I've seen much worse than this." Huntsman grumbled, more parts slithering around about her. "I heard the plan. I'm afraid I can't put myself back together in time, but I can help you at least." Slimy chunks of meat tumbled and inched to Amai. They crawled their way up and stuck all over her arms and wings. "I can't cover your whole body, but this should be enough." Huntsman couldn't resist her aura of attraction in the slightest as she sank into the flesh of Amai's body. She bonded at a cellular level, adding her own strength to her limbs. Amai's formerly supple and gorgeous arms were now slimy purple and red, dripping thick slime onto the sand. "I know it's not fun, but I'll let go after this. Or eat you. Either is nice..." Huntsman's voice became dreamy as she thought of this. She bet Amai tasted amazing.
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Post by Kuma on Nov 14, 2016 3:57:56 GMT
-BLOODY FALL DOWN YOU OVERSIZED MULTI-ARMED CUNT!- The creature, distracted by Falken’s unrelenting barrage of bullets and insults was still trying to advance, even with the increased weight of his dozens of arms causing it to slow down to a crawl. He roared in frustration and talked, now with better oratory skills. -YOU WRETCH! I WILL DELETE YOU FROM THE FACE OF THE EARTH!- Using his titanic strength he pushed on forward leaving a heavy trail on the sand underneath him. The Infamous Mercenary cursed as his weapon’s ammo ran out, leaving him defenseless against the incoming enemy. -Bloody hell… I never imagined I would die like this. I need a goddamn drink.- Those were Falken last words… or they would’ve been if suddenly, as Oberman’s grotesque arms enclosed around the Infamous Mercenary, one of his heads exploded like a watermelon hit by a hammer as a bullet pierced right into one right eye and exploded inside.
-&%$%&$ $$#$%#$ $#%$%&/%$%#%- The monstrous creature bellowed a string of curses and pained grunts, giving enough time to book it. -Boom, Headshot!- In the ruins of a destroyed building Andy Bonham passed out with a smile from the pain after shooting his rifle and getting the recoil impacting his already serious wounds. Just as the Transfigured Businessman was bouncing back from that jolt of pain something even worse happened to him. His many ears caught wind of the whistling sound generated by Sid, but the awkward position he was in wouldn’t allow him to react as fast as he could. The Kickmaster’s Aerial Meteor Impact crashed against his back like a burning human bullet. The force behind the kick was powerful, but under normal circumstances might not have been enough to pierce through the creature's thick hide, but these weren’t normal circumstances anymore.
The handstand position they forced him to take, the extensive damage to his legs, the increased weight on his arms and the tension he was feeling from all the pain and sensorial confusion was more than enough to put the creature’s lumbar area into an extremely strained state. The skin, that might have bounced the attack back was too stretched to properly function as an elastic buffer to block concussive force. With a disgusting wet cacophony of noise the skin torn and burned from Sid’s kick. The muscle underneath followed suit, fiber by fiber losing cohesion from the extreme impact and blazing heat. Finally the gruesome smell covered the area as the broad spine segments were revealed, with clusters of nerves entangled around them. The pain Oberman was feeling could only be described as hellish torment. -AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHRRRRRGGGGG- The kick was strong enough to even crack those thick slabs of bone.
If there was a moment to attack this was the time, any kind of magical fire directly aimed to those nerves would send the creature directly back to whatever greek myth it came from. In clearer terms he would be history.
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Post by RedLenai on Nov 14, 2016 4:53:22 GMT
Despite Amai grabbed him and now she was flying and how many meters away from the floor. The prince just smiled back when he listened to her words. How fascinating! How exciting! He felt his own body shivering from the joy and the smell of danger in that moment.
SIIIIIIIIID!!! GET THE HECK OUT OF THERE! LET'S COOK THIS PIG! - The boy screamed although that wasn't his intention
With a free hand he settled his goggles to have a better view of the distance, position and he started calculating the force of the impact and the speed. He let Amai to fly a little more, almost to be in position to jump and end up in the wound that Sid caused to Oberman's horrible body.
A small voice on his head told him to be sure to don't burn the monster at the point to kill him. He needed to know why that bastard tried to kill him, and probably asking what he was his relation with the Oberman company. Of course, he didn't knew about the gigant's identity but despite everything, the boy was glad to had such interesting adventure instead of sitting in a large table with a bussinesman. He calculated again his position, and if he was right, he'll end inside of Oberman's wound. He struggled to break free from Amai's hands and once he did that, he fell. He carefully aimed towards his chosen landing spot, positioning his body to properly levitate and avoid missing his mark. He closed his eyes when he was completely close, the only thing he felt was a warm, sticky and grotesque texture around him... and the smell was worse.
He focused his energy on his hands, concentrating all his power to escape in an explosion of blue flames, but still it wasn't enough.
GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!! - He made an effort to let out all of his magic power at the point to feel the blood coming from his nose and his goggles breaking by the amount of energy that now was getting out of control. He needed to do it fast before he lost control of his own flames... DAMN IT! If that happened was going to be Pretty embarrassing!
With a fast movement he grabbed the com from his ear and threw it outside of the wound, everything was hot as hell, and his hands where burning to the point he barely felt them
Come on... just turn back to normal you stupid douchebag!
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Post by Iris on Nov 16, 2016 0:16:25 GMT
Initial disgust and immediate hatred for the invasion of her vessel was quickly replaced with pleasant surprise. While Huntsman intermingled with her very body, Amai felt a surge unlike any other along the top portion of her body. An invigorating sense of power that, despite its intrusiveness, was immensely pleasing. "What the fuck is this?~" Amai cooed as she looked at her hideous arms, flexing the squelching meat along her fingertips and flicking away the slime that coagulated there. Her expression was borderline horror, if not for the wide and savage smile taking over her lips, her sharp canines seeming more prominent within the expression. "Ohhhh...this is nice.~" Cackling after, Amai dropped her slimy arms and used the newfound strength in her wings to carry her faster than she ever had to the gaping wound that sizzled loudly, as if someone had lit an entire box of fireworks nearby. "We can talk about how you can eat me later, for now, just don't fall too much in love with me.~" Amai's sleazy words were coupled by the rub of her disgusting fingertips along the flesh covering her collarbone, cackling again as she made her way to the open giant's wound. "Oo, keep him cooking and you might make him well done, kiddo." Amai purred from the top of the singed lip of skin, smiling all the while while she crouched down, not so much as flinching when the occasional splatter of blood from bursting viscera coated her. "Let me know when you're ready to get out of there, I don't care either way.~"
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Post by Vapovile on Nov 19, 2016 1:08:03 GMT
As Sid crashed directly into Oberman's back, the kickmaster could feel his attack going through the creature's skin, the sound of muscle fibers tearing and burning skin almost making him retch with disgust. While he could barely hear these sounds on a normal human with how small they were, this giant was large enough to where he could hear every single gross sound that came off. Luckily, Derek's screaming over the intercom annoyed Sid enough to leap off the giant's back and skid to a stop on top of a nearby roof, several shingles having been ripped off in Oberman's windstorm attack. "Welp...you have fun with that." Sid remarked on the intercom, sitting down on the roof's edge and making his Gainen boots disappear. He did his job, it was time to relax for all he cared at this point.
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Post by HungryHunter on Nov 20, 2016 5:40:54 GMT
Huntsman gurgled and rippled. This was nice. Way too nice. Huntsman wanted to fuck and eat everything, but it was rare both desires were as strong as they were right now. She was intimate with her in a way that she only was with food, but her flesh flooded her with that rush of affection that stayed her jaws. There wasn't much she could do to stop her if she did devour her she realized. She could just... spread. She would have if she didn't pop open eyes to spy on Amai.
She of course saw most of what she wanted, but also got an eyefull of the giant. "Oh, right. That. Handle him quick so I can eat you..." Huntsman groaned like a settling mountain from all Amai's covered limbs. "Or something." Huntsman's voice was slow and dripping with many things, one being confusion. When Amai landed on the lip of the gaping cavern that was the giant's wound, Huntsman began anchoring her with sticky strands. The giant wouldn't shake them off unless Huntsman released them, although that didn't mean shaking was the best thing that could happen to them.
Jun stumbled across the dunes with irritation and anger. She was so far away... she was so slow... she wasn't even close, was she? She paused as she passed a tree. One of her enemies was under it. Resting it appeared. The old archer. She wasn't going to start anything with him. "What are you here for? He's not defeated yet!" She yelled as she passed, pointing to the beast with her blade. The battle wasn't over and he could fight, so why wasn't he?
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Post by Kuma on Nov 21, 2016 3:31:02 GMT
The gigantic monster convulsed, shivering as it fell to the ground, prey to the pain inflicted by the group. The burning sensation coursing his body slowly died out, like flames flickered by the wind and his body gradually became smaller. The extra arms grotesquely shrivelled, getting absorbed back into the main body. In the sandy crater left by the crashing hulk now rested Mr. Oberman, yet he didn’t look as he did before. The potion had taken a toll on his body, eating calories and draining him of his fat, leaving his body a scraggy shell of his former stout self. His hair was falling in clumps, and his skin, stretched and then forcibly tighten again had taken a strange appearance, full of creases creating complex and chaotic patterns with scars, in every location they hit, adding even more complexity. He was passed out cold, with both eyes open, one of them completely black and the other bloodshot. He looked like a burn victim after getting run over by a train.
Falken, who was close walked towards the large depression in the beach, which was slowly getting filled with water and peeked over the edge, looking at the fucked over body of Mr. Oberman. -Bloody hell! I thought he looked like shit before, but now…- The Infamous Mercenary looked away with disgust, spitting on the sand. -Now you’re fucking ugly…- The Psycho Cyborg looked around, lamenting for a second the destruction of his tank and then pressed his commlink. -Anybody still alive? I hope not, so I can take all the bloody credit and money.- Garo weakly replied. -I’m alive you useless pile of bolts *COUGH* And as soon as I get better I’m going to put an arrow between your eyes.- Falken had a goosebump coursing through his body when he heard that, even after almost killing the Old Archer. He decided that this wasn’t worth staying and threw his card towards Derek, piercing the sand in front of him, -Here Prince, send the money to this account.-
With that said he took his Tsubasa Flight Harness out of storage and flew away. As he did a gaunt looking George Hastewell, still shaken by the whole ordeal that happened to him earlier today, walked out of the trees shivering towards the Draiochta Prince, offering him a hand to get up. -P-Prince, I think we could agree that the negotiations are over.- The Myth Soldier looked towards the direction of Oberman. -I’ll see that Mr. Oberman over there pays up a restitution to your Kingdom and ends up behind bars.- It was clear to see that George was doing the greatest effort he could to keep his cool and avoid looking in Amai’s general direction.
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Post by Iris on Nov 22, 2016 2:45:28 GMT
Amai didn’t care enough to truly attempt and save the boy when the monster finally fell. Feeling the once taut support, thanks to whatever Huntsman was doing, slowly begin to falter thanks to the fiery devastation Derek had left, Amai simply focused her attention on keeping flight for the moment. Descending with a calm and lackadaisical sort of air, Amai’s bare feet padded across the sandy, and soft ground as she looked towards the hideous man left in the wake of his defeat. The smile on her face was not one to be trifled with and she knelt down to wrap her arms around her knees, bringing herself down to be just far enough away from Oberman to see if she could make him squirm “Hmmm...so you’re who to thank for losing my body. You know, the last person to do that ended up an awful lot worse than you.” Cooing, Amai dragged her fingertips across her chest, disgusted admiration as the gooey strands followed when her fingers left. “And they were a lot prettier to look at than you…” Snickering slightly, Amai brought her voice down to a soft and sultry purr as she craned her neck to look at the strange eyes upon her. “Hey Huntsman, what should we do about this?~” Whether she was referring to Oberman, or them, was ambiguous and she left it to Huntsman to decide, with a massive amount of amusement. She could only imagine the torment she was experiencing being stuck to her like this, she’d never gotten to bond with someone on such a level, intoxicating even. “Eve can’t yell at me for what happens after this, you know.~”
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Post by RedLenai on Nov 23, 2016 15:19:09 GMT
Derek was lying on the sand, feeling how is own arms were burning like hell. The bright sun and the sound of waves were the second thing he felt. He sat, his whole hair was a mess like if he slept for years after watching a marathon series. He frown when he saw Oberman's body completely different than before and then he let a little giggle escape.
Raisin - He said more than himself than the shattered man, with a tired smile on his lips.
The next thing he felt was a card almost slapping his face, he barely heard Falken's voice. He was tired, exhausted, and then he saw George coming... Oh, he was talking to him, right, right. He just nodded, acepting the werewolf's help. His legs were shaking like jam, but still he managed to be on his own.
Wait... That is Oberman? ... Humans are strange... - That escaped from his mouth. Despite knowing that he himself said to the be against the meeting, he knew that originally the situation was the opposite. Elatha didn't wanted any strangers on the island... He felt it like a failure, still, the kingdomn was disconnected from the world. He put a hand on his own pocket. Feeling that there was a little marble in there, it was a white marble, like the one he offered Garo. Even if he knew that the "man" lying on the sand was the only one who tried to kill him, and the fact that he himself was wounded, he pout with a frowny face.
Dammit, mom - He whispered as he put the marble on Oberman's mouth, being careful to don't touch him too much... it was disgusting. Then, he felt a strange noise.... wings noises... he take a big breath, as he turned to see the person that just arrived there. And there she was, red hair like fire and blood, deep purple eyes and the most powerful scolding face that he ever saw in his entery life. That was Chloe.
I can't believe the fact that you not only destroy your room, but an island as well, Christopher - She spoke with Derek's second name... he never liked it...
Knowing that the fun and almost everything was over right now. He tried to hide behind Hastewell. It was only a second until he noticed that his tutoress wasn't there anymore. The woman teleported to the roof where Sid was lying. She took a glance at him, like a teacher analyzing a possible bad student. She offered him her hand to stand up. Observing him with her purple eyes, letting the wind ruffle her vibrant red hair. She was dressed with a celtic, black dress. Despite being a maid, she looked like a queen with such beautiful clothes.
Mr. Renen I do not think it's the ideal time to laze around - The woman said with a serious voice, like she was annoyed despite that wasn't her intention. _____________________________________________________________________
Even Thomas heard Chloe's pressence. But he reacted better than Derek, he felt safe, in peace. He noticed Jun, and despite being his enemy before, now that the whole situation was over he didn't botter to help her if she was injured.
Sorry miss, but it seems the storm has passed now - He said with a gentle smile - Are you injured? Do you need help? - The boy asked with worry on his eyes, as he also tried to give some attention to the old archer. He offered him a bottle of water, after that he attempted to move his first aid kit. Dropping it with the constant pain of his wound.
My apologies if I botter you... but... do you know how to cure my wound? - He asked the woman, after all, she was the one who attacked him.
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Post by Vapovile on Dec 1, 2016 13:59:28 GMT
Sid opened one eye to spot the red-headed woman who had just arrived, calling the brat from earlier 'Christopher'. The kickmaster couldn't help but give a small grin at the new development, thinking the name was Derek's middle name, and middle names are only said when someone like a parent is really angry. He casually turned his head to look at Chloe once she teleported up to the roof he was on, merely shrugging his shoulders in response.
"I'm think'in it's a great time to laze around. The prince dude is safe, the giant is beat, the robot dude ran away...mission accomplished, eh?" He honestly didn't care about the mission anymore, since it appeared as if the person Derek was supposed to negotiate with tried to be a Power Rangers monster and crush the entire island. "Though, you dudes should really prevent that prince from teleporting if you ever want someone to protect him again. He ran away from us a ton just to mess around on the island." Normally Sid would have been cursing more, but he was using nicer words now that someone who likely controlled his pay had entered the place.
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Post by HungryHunter on Dec 5, 2016 16:28:50 GMT
"Well we can't eat him." Huntsman looked disappointed. Oberman wasn't in the slightest appetizing. "I suppose I'll just have to eat- HEY! GET BACK HERE!" Huntsman screeched and splattered off Amai, leaving raw red skin where she had clung to Amai's arms and wings. She flowed along the ground after Falken, but he was already in the air and the other was closer. "Hey sparkly! I want to see if your skin is crunchy!"
The target of her aggression was Jun Li of course, looking with slight shock at the kind young man. She had nearly killed him, even if it was unintentional. The fact she was actually aiming to kill his friend didn't help. Regardless, she didn't want him to die, and die he likely would if not treated. Jun aimed her sword. "Hold still." She gently tapped the pommel to his forehead and his wound's rapid bleeding ceased. "You will still need to heal, but you won't bleed out."
She informed him with the chiding tones only a healer could muster, even if they only healed the harm they themselves did. She startled when yelled at and looked to see an angry puddle coated in eyes and teeth slithering towards her. "I must leave. I will not accept payment." She quickly wiped and sheathed her sword. She couldn't hurt this monster with that and she needed her hands. She turned and bolted, angry puddle swearing and cursing behind her. She hated her job.
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Post by Kuma on Dec 6, 2016 2:18:39 GMT
-I’ll take care of Mr. Oberman, he will spend a long time in New Black Rock Penitentiary.- The Werewolf smiled at Derek, showing his sharp teeth, looking more like a dumb dog than a fierce wolf. -He’ll be rotting in the deepest hole we can find and of course any negotiation over the resources in your country won’t happen.- George extended a tablet he pulled from his raggedy clothing. -All the wood taken by the Oberman Trading Company will be delivered to the borders of your country and the assets of Mr. Oberman will be taken over by us, part of them will pay reparations on your person and your country, while the rest will be used to pay the owners of Arata for the mess.- The Werewolf explained everything with cold and professional efficiency, yet it was quite clear he was barely keeping it together. His eyes moved towards Amai location, stopping half-way and returning to rest on Derek.
With all the poise and severity he could muster he then directed himself to Huntsman. -Ms. Huntsman, I must inform you that upon consideration.- His eyes wandered towards Amai but once again he stopped before he reached her. - And taking in account the events that happened during this incident my organization may not pay the salaries of the members of your organization.- Again his sight slowly drifted towards Amai but he managed to compose himself and went back to staring at Huntsman. -I’m also informing you that the behaviour of the Wild Hunt Operatives has been taken into question and after this mission the license to operate in British Soil as a Hidden World Mercenary Organization might be revoked or suspended.- The Werewolf showed the tablet to Huntsman. -I’ve already sent my report about the grave misconduct of the Wild Hunt Operatives during this mission, so you can inform your employer that she can expect an investigative inquiry on your operations.-
With that said he pressed a couple of buttons in the tablet. A portal surged from thin air, crackling with magical lighting. -I’m going back to London.- He lifted the body of Oberman over his shoulder and entered through the portal, which vanished as it closed behind him, while giving a last terrified glance in Amai's direction. Just as this happened Garo dragged his feet towards their location. He was quite banged up, large wounds barely closed, dry blood making his clothing and hair crispy. He finally sat down, lowering his head, defeated. Not by the giant or Falken, but by old age. Maybe retiring wasn’t a bad idea. -I’m getting too old for this shit.- He whispered as he fell flat on his back on the sand. The setting sun was being swallowed slowly by the horizon, bathing the battered island with a reddish glow. Maybe this was the dusk of Garo’s career? At least that was what the Archer was thinking about.
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Post by Iris on Dec 6, 2016 17:41:50 GMT
Amai's expression went from amused to furious in a matter of seconds as she felt the sting of her open skin, screeching with pure heated hate as the shade difference between alabaster to beet red was jarring. "What the FUCK, Huntsman, do you even know how much draining I had to do for this?! Do you!?" Ranting and raving, Amai followed behind the blobbed being, filled with an anger she'd been feeling throughout the duration of the entire mission; she HATED this mission, her others had at least lost her way less form.
It was only after aiming to punt the disgusting blob that was her coworker when the large mutt she'd had fun breaking from earlier reappeared, unfortunately she wasn't exactly in the flirtatious mood with her upper body marred. All that came out of that pathetic snout of his was incessant droning and she could only scoff; of course this was going to bring trouble to Eve, but it wasn't much like Amai cared. "Well well Pup, have fun off getting you leash tugged; seems we have more in common than I thought." Spitting her words out as if the very act was burning her mouth, Amai could only snarl angrily as their disparate selves now stood together, well most of them at least. Garo being deadweight on the ground didn't count as standing. "Ugh. Whatever." Grunting as the pain of her skin affected her every movement, Amai rather discourteously grasped at the back of Garo's shirt, pulling it up to drag him in an unceremonious, kitten like manner, shooting a pointed look to Sid and the shitty brat she'd had to barely take care of before speaking again to Huntsman. "Let's just fucking get going. I need to blow off some steam."
Ironically, one could only imagine the Eve would be blowing off at the group later.
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Post by RedLenai on Dec 7, 2016 1:47:38 GMT
Chloe saw and listened to what Mr. Hastewell said, honestly, she really wanted to talk a bit more with him about his behavior. He just popped up after all the disaster that Mr. Oberman and Derek did with their actions in the island. Probably, that werewolf didn't think to thank Derek... honestly, this was Falken's fault. She updated the prize not only for the Prince of Draiochtas, but now for a Priest, her boys. When an angel loves somebody with mother-like affection money wasn’t an issue.
Now she was looking at Sid. The boy seemed to be pretty interesting on his own way, but still, she didn't felt any intention to show concern or interest about his words. After all, if the boy was taking that kind of job, he must believe to be very mature for his own age, despite her thoughts about his “maturity”
-There was another one who needed protection on the island.- She made a short pause and then continued talking with the same tone. - As far as I know, Derek informed all of you that Thomas Sillything also needed protection, even if I arrived here for that purpose.- Once again she made a pause, this time around shifting her tone and making her voice a bit more severe. -Or do you want to get paid only for protecting Derek? A boy of your age must have plenty of expenses to cover - The woman said, with her purple eyes now glowing red and her hair getting darker and darker. But it stopped when she saw one of her boys coming towards her from afar. It was Thomas who was running behind Garo, probably being really worried about his injuries than his. The angel disappeared with echoes of flapping wings as the sole evidence of her presence. Now she was in the sand, near to the old archer. She leaned on her knees, looking at the damaged man, even if he didn't spoke about it, only with eye contact, it was pretty easy to tell the man was getting really old for that risky job.
-Don't worry, I see the hard effort you put on yourself to keep my King and my Pope safe - she said with a gentle, genuine smile. She noticed the paternal feeling on Garo while protecting them. Emotions in humans were easy to read after the exhaustion of the body, being capable to read them without too much effort - You'll receive not only the money but if you want to add something to the cart, I'll be glad to give it to you -She added before Amai grabbed the poor man with such "delicate" manners... - The same goes for you Miss, I recognize the damage this mission did to your vessel as well, as an angel, I'll cover your back to gain a vessel that suits your tastes -
-Mrs. Chloe! I'm really happy to see you here!! - The young priest said with a really exhausted smile on his lips, he was looking like a cute puppy. Once he throw himself on the sand, few feets from Garo, the boy let out a big sigh, he was really tired but everything went fine so being happy wasn't a bad thing! - I'm really tired! Derek can’t stop putting me on my nerves! -
-I can see that - Then, the angel spoke to the bodyguards - Well, I must thank you for not only taking care of the Prince, but for Thomas as well. Don't worry, thanks to... certain person, the price is updated and is the double as we decided at first. Adding Thomas now, the price it's the quadruple - The tone of her voice was serious, inexpressive and very polite, only when she glanced to the two boys a little smile tried to reach out off her face - I hope, you are more than satisfied with the result of this mission. Don't worry, the Wild Hunt Operatives would have help rebuilding the Island of Arata, as well we'll try to keep contact for future missions as well. So you can expect help if you need, don't worry, our contact would keep secret only to protect both of your boss and my Prince as well.
-Send the money to him too, Chloe - The prince said giving her Falken's card. Of course, part of the money was going to be extracted from his own earnings, he swallowed about the idea of trying to not waste anything by those long months... - Well, this ended as how I really wanted... explosions, disaster and badass people in the same place, I don't think most of people see this everyday -He winked at Chloe, but still nervous - Well... -He said to his bodyguards- It was nice to meet you, now I have to do my report to the Queen... I'm going to omit some details, HAHA!
With that said, the young boys said goodbye to the bodyguards before the angel took both of them from the shoulders and disappeared with the sound of wings.
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Post by HungryHunter on Dec 7, 2016 16:12:18 GMT
Huntsman had just trudged back when he was hit by Hastewell's words. "...what." There was danger in her voice. Erupting volcano danger. Pissed off deity danger. She stared into space for a good ten seconds, slowly going red all over, even her supposed clothing blushing a vibrant scarlet. "Amai, let go of Garo or you'll be losing another vessel." Her head snapped backwards to glare at the cause of all this trouble. "Garo, you're explaining this mess to Eve. You're her favorite." There was resentment in her words, but it was overpowered by her venom for Amai. As she walked towards the boat that would take them home, she stewed more and more, and slowly a ragged smile came to her face. She wondered what the world would look like without an MI13?
On the other side of the island, Jun looked back. It looked like the monster had given up. She sat against a tree and snapped her arm into place. She choked back a scream, but couldn't stop herself sobbing over the pain. She wished Wilson was here to help her. It was always more painful to heal alone. When she had regained some composure, she tore chunks off of the ugly shirt Falken had given her to form a makeshift sling. When all was said and done, she was tattered and battered and filthy, but she wasn't losing the arm. "Are you satisfied with your work here?" The Shattered One asked her.
"I'd rather be paid." She snorted. "But you're happy you helped people. Especially the kind child." The Shattered One insisted. "I'm going to sleep. Find me something that can pay for the outfit Falken still has." Jun's eyes slipped closed, then snapped open with lenses like stained glass. The demon whistled softly to itself and to the birds of the jungle to while away the long hours of finding money for blood.
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Post by Vapovile on Dec 9, 2016 18:17:13 GMT
Sid's expression remained aloof when Chloe started taking a more menacing tone with him, knowing full well that this was just a bluff...right? "Of course I protected the priest dude too. Almost got shot with a sniper bullet while doing that crap, too." Sid mentions, remembering how he barely managed to dodge that first bullet. Man, he had gotten a bit stronger since that fight in Osaka. The kickmaster didn't care enough about the mercenaries on the island to try and hunt them down like Huntsman was, so instead he got up and began making his way down to the ground, headed toward the dock. "Ugh...no more bodyguard missions for this dude." Sid mentions to himself, this mission causing him to lose any interest he had in these missions. Not bothering to say goodbye to his 'team', Sid walked to the dock and prepares to catch the next ship out of this place.
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Post by Kuma on Dec 11, 2016 2:38:15 GMT
-Sigh… Yes, I think I’ll explain the situation to Harper-san.- Garo didn’t notice Huntsman’s tone, he was too tired for it. The Old Hunter focused his tired eyes on Amai and without making any threat or even raising his tone he asked. -Could you please release me Amai-san?- Garo wasn’t looking for a fight, yet he shrugged out the Succubus’ grip by removing his jacket, remaining only with his net undershirt and tank top. His arms, usually covered by the jacket were basically 100% of muscle, with multiple white scars crossing over his well developed muscles and tanned skin. -We better go to the pier before the locals who are still alive decide we’re the ones to blame.- He instructed the others as he walked towards the harbor with his eyes locked on the floor. The Veteran Archer was clearly down in the dumps after getting so injured by his mortal enemy and being helpless during the final confrontation of the mission. Yet even in this sorry state he still projected an aura of professionalism and stoic resilience, as considering his body he might be the one who was injured the most during the course of this incident.
Meanwhile, a couple of miles away from the island, in a fancy yacht Falken was removing the Flight Harness while Velvela Gedide, his intern/assistant/student, was lifting the anchor. -So Mr. Degiraz, did you finish your assigment on the island or it went south?- She asked without a speck of fear on her face. -I couldn’t avoid noticing the explosions and the gigantic monster.- The teen soldier clarified her question. Falken gave her a crooked smile and then chuckled, not particularly happy, but amused by her courage. -Nah, I didn’t complete the job, but I shifted job midway and got double the payday.- The Psycho Cyborg finally wrestled out of his harness and threw it inside one of his portals. - You should write it down “If somebody offers a better deal take it, ethics are for losers and poor people”- Falken imparted his knowledge as he stretched, popping his bones with a metallic undertone. Velvela wrote down what he said and the Infamous Mercenary walked towards the stairs that would take him to the rooms under deck. - I need a drink, take us to the closest place with a bloody airport, will you?- He said waving as he went down. As soon as he was out of sight, the Young Soldier didn’t wait a moment to rip the page from her notebook and to throw it to the Ocean as she climbed up to the cabin.
-1 Week Later-
The MI13 would officially start an inquiry on The Wild Hunt and their operations in a matter of weeks. George himself filed every piece of paper work needed for it, as even 7 days later he was still jumpy after his encounter with Amai. The Myth Soldier was clearly acting out of spite, but to him this was an insult too large to ignore. He didn’t know at the time that this course of action would bring cause an incident that might turn the whole British Hidden World Community on its head. Because the young Werewolf didn’t know it yet, but since he left Japan, after passing a JHWAB aptitude test for emigration purposes he had been working not for MI13, nor for the JHWAB… not even for his brethren the Myth Soldiers. Because, the man who did the test and was locked in an isolated room alone with George…
Was Kyotei Oboide.
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