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Post by HungryHunter on Nov 10, 2018 16:10:24 GMT
Ron's fingers clacked loudly when he slapped his hands to his mouth. He hadn't meant to kill anybody! Twisted limbs stuck out of the car, blood slowly puddling over shattered glass. He didn't have time to mourn when the rifles cried out. Dozens of bullets rang off his frame, ricocheting every which way. Ron puffed himself up and was ready to taunt them to make himself feel better, but he quickly realized that not only was this uncomfortable and bruising, it was a serious threat to the vans in the center. His jets went off, throwing him into their faces in an instant. He tried to sweep all three guns from their hands with a single roundhouse kick. In the same move, he came back with a punch for one's face, attempting to sweep the leg of another, leaving only the third likely unscathed. He pulled his punches, enough that regular humans should find them survivable, if painful.
It didn't seem possible that Marceline's oversized orb of an eye spread further open that it always was, but it seemed to do so when the handgun was raised. Before she could react, the trigger was pulled and a hole opened up right through Marceline's skull. Little bits of dry bone fell to the ground. "Mother fucker, I was being nice!" Marceline yelled seeing her the pavement through her face in the rear-view mirror. She threw a single punch at full strength for the driver. It was a bone-crushing, torso-impaling sort of punch, one that could rock the whole car. Before she could do what she wanted with the parking brake, the rest of them came out, more guns pointed at her.
Guns were not very dangerous weapons to a doll. None of their organs could be injured in an immediately fatal fashion, and their small path of damage usually spared doll strings. They did, however, hurt. Marceline didn't like that. With the strength granted by her existing bullet wound, she grabbed the undercarriage of the car. With a shove, she was able to move it like a giant matchbox car, rolling it right at the gunmen in a sweeping arc. She couldn't quite toss it around yet, but that was momentary. If she took more shots, that wasn't far off.
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Post by Vapovile on Nov 13, 2018 13:07:20 GMT
Success! Haruko watched as the jeep crashed, most of the inhabitants having been knocked out. The blind firing of the remaining people was troublesome, but she dove low to the ground and threw several more electrified knives at the people. "I'll be talking to you later, count on that!" She called out, hopefully all of them being taken out by the electrified knives. Her attention was then pulled toward the scene with the two supernatural beings. The moment she saw the strange tattoo and gem on the man, she let out a sigh. "Oh...good. There's more of these things."
Her mind traveled back to years ago, when her and Arthur were visiting a park with Loveline and Kate. Some lady with a red gem embedded in a similar way and a similar tattoo was setting fire to the place, and they had to bring her down. A disgusted look spread across Haruko's face when she remembered that it was the first time Yamiko had made an appearance. That was NOT going to happen again! "Everyone! They are being controlled! Remove the gems from their bodies!" She called out to the group, hoping they are cooperative enough to listen.
By the looks of the gem colors and the attack that had been revealed, Haruko guessed these were the ice and wind elemental gems. Utilizing their attention on Vladimir, Haruko pulled out a tiny clear needle from her coat. "Hopefully this works..." Haruko mused to herself. The needles were ultra lightweight, but had a sharpened point. The needle itself would be near invisible to the untrained eye, as would the thread she looped through the tiny hole in the bottom. She aimed the needle directly for the redhead's jumper, hoping to make the needle sail right through one of the sleeves and lock into place on the other side. If successful, Haruko would take the nearly-invisible string attached to a spool in her coat and clip on a larger knife with an explosive charge on it. She'd then light the explosive and send it down the line...right into the woman's sleeve or torso, werever the needle would have sailed past. If the needle failed, Haruko would simply throw 2 explosive knives down to pull her attention away from Vladimir.
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Post by RedLenai on Nov 16, 2018 4:20:07 GMT
Ice may be nice... But I'm a spring person - The man teleported again, meters away from them. He made more pentagrams and as he moved is fingers, the letters in them began to reorganize changing completely the spell despite of being the same pentagram from before. Then, he made another two to appear, all in less than a minute, despite of it he felt ice in one of his legs and how it was frozing it quickly, he'll take care of it later, what he needed now was to free those kids from the power of said gems, as he listened Miss Miyata.
The first pentagram moved towards Vladimir's target with great spead, if he was lucky enough the spell will immobilize them and after that he threw the other two pentagrams, aiming at the gems. That spell would remove the magical graft and purify the bodies.
However, he was ready in case things weren't coming out as he planned, teleporting again moving far away from them, the man raised his leg and stepped on the floor, cracking the ice to free it. He didn't feel his leg yet as the cold was still present, celtic knots began to appear on the damaged area as he casted the spell to warm himself, yet he was now defenseless but a few seconds will be fine.
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Post by TimePuppy on Nov 17, 2018 20:40:21 GMT
Ron's kick disarmed all of the gangsters. His punch knocked one out before he could even react, the other prepared himself for a fist to the face but was knocked to the ground, and the third jumped at Ron. Despite being only slightly stronger than a regular human, he tried tackling Ron down so he could straddle and punch him in the face. If he succeeded, the second man would get up and join him by kicking Ron in the ribs. If he didn't, the men were at Ron's mercy.
At the same time, Marceline punched in the driver's ribcage. One of his ribs probably punctured a lung. If he didn't get treatment, he would surely die. Treatment became less likely when Marceline rolled the car over, pinning one of the men under it. Alive, but in pain. Two others jumped out of its reach and fired at her, stray bullets flying past her and bouncing off of the protective pentagrams Vlad put on the vans.
The gangsters' bullets flew way over Haruko and her knives struck true. Their muscles contorted and pain shot through their whole bodies along with the electricity. Five seconds later, they fainted. Haruko could now fully devote herself to the mysterious gem people.
>"Hahaha, run! Run, you wet chicken of a limp rag mother and a donkey father! Puahahahaha!"< The wind gem taunted Vlad as he ran away. Before she could pursue though, she felt a sting in her arm. She looked at the stinging spot but couldn't see the needle or the thread. She could, though, see Haruko sending floating knives towards her.
>"Annoying shitty ass, you are asking to die!"< A sudden gust of wind pushed the knife that was halfway to its target back at Haruko. While the knife sailed back at the seamstress, the woman launched herself at her as well. But before she could reach Haruko, she was sent flying into the building.
"You okay, Ruko?" Arthur asked, reeling his fist back after that punch. "That was a big explosion. This girl could be more annoying for you than the last one."
The ice gem managed to hurt Vladimir, but it was far from a lethal strike. Vlad fired back with pentagrams. The first was blocked by a suddenly rising wall of snow. As soon as the pentagram struck it, the wall crumbled. The ice gem looked at the snow that couldn't respond to its summons and it was filled with anger. "Ice... Is nice! You are evil!" The man ducked under the following pentagrams and retaliated with snow spikes that struck only buildings. Vlad had already teleported.
Ice gem looked around and, not seeing Vlad anywhere nearby, closed his eyes and listened to the snowflakes. His eyes shot open and he moved to Vlad's location without moving his legs, carried by the snow as if he was surfing. He found the paladin and rage-filled words left his mouth. "ICE IS NICE! EVIL HUMAN!" A dome of countless snowy spears surrounded Vlad with no gaps through which one could escape.
Colorful bullets came in out of nowhere and shot down most of the man's ammunition. Though some yet remained.
"Vladimir, duck!" Love warned as the remaining spears hurled themselves at the ex-paladin.
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Post by HungryHunter on Nov 17, 2018 23:25:52 GMT
Ron wasn't expecting one to be crazy enough to tackle him after watching bullets bounce off his armor. He was knocked onto his back and the first punch made his skull loll to the side. He didn't feel a thing. What kind of maniac punched a man in armor unless they had the strength to back it up? Ron actually did feel the kick a little, the impact mildly irritating through his layers of defense. "I can't tell if you're really bold or really stupid." His hand shot out to take the neck of the man atop him. "I'll give you until this guy is unconscious to run away." He told the man kicking him and began to tighten his grip.
"Ah, crap." There wasn't much Marceline could do when the men unloaded assault rifles at her. Several bullets tore right through her, leaving neat little holes on each end with a lot of pain in the middle. She stumbled, internally screaming. She seemed to fall forward, but her fingers turned when she reached the ground. Instead of falling on her palms, her fingers punctured the asphalt. "Fuckin' dicks. I was bein' real nice." She ripped chunks of hard black road right from the ground and threw them full force at the men with guns. She no longer cared to hold back, and with her current pain levels, that was bad news for the gunmen.
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Post by Vapovile on Nov 24, 2018 0:41:33 GMT
Haruko’s eyes widened when she saw her knives sailing back at her, immediately cutting the attached threads and throwing the ends to the side, letting the knives explode harmlessly onto the ground. She looked over at Arthur and gave a small sigh. “Yeah...was kinda hoping we wouldn’t get more of these jokers. I’m going to transform now, so if...you know who comes out, just knock me out, ok?” The seamstress asked Arthur, gripping the small gem on her necklace.
Instantly, Haruko’s body became engulfed in a shroud of pink light. Her body stretched to around 6 feet tall, limbs elongating with a sparkling pink aura. A sleeveless black dress formed around her body, the bottom patterned with dark pink lace. A pair of long white gloves appeared on her arms, extending past her elbows, the gloves lined with small pink and gold gemstones that sparkled in the light coming from above. A pair of long white boots materialized on her feet, reaching past her knees and sporting pink laces along the front, the white color seeming to shine despite the low amount of light. Finally, Haruko's hair grew down to her lower back just as a simple black headset materialized on her head. The light around her body finally disappeared to reveal her gem girl form; Opal Song.
Adjusting her headset slightly, Haruko gave Arthur a thumbs-up as she kicked off the ground, beginning to skate across the air. “You like the air, huh? Let’s see how you can dance, kidnapper!” Haruko called toward the wind mage. In line with the beats of the song, Haruko summoned an array of tiny neon pink blocks around the wind mage, attempting to trap her from flying away. Once there were enough blocks were formed, Haruko swept her right hand across the air and send 5 blocks directly at the woman’s skull, attempting to knock her out so she could come in and remove the gem.
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Post by RedLenai on Dec 5, 2018 22:23:49 GMT
The celtic knots that appeared in Vladimir’s leg transformed into a white fire chain that swirled around him. The heat increasing, ice began to melt.
The chain moved forming a circle, more of them tied between them forming a triskelion. The Trinity Knot was burning its surroundings as the ex-paladin summoned it, his hands clashed against each other. Sweat running from his forehead as a result. He moved it towards the Ice gem user hoping that the high temperature will melt away the gem. That was his plan until he got a better idea…
As he casted magic his own skin began to burn, he already knew that, fire wasn’t his element. Thunder and wind were. As he closed his eyes the man began to chant in deep celtic. Words in Enochian, Gaelic and Celtic began to appear, forming the words “Wind”, “Fire” and “Eject”. The words turned into light as massive torrent began to form from them, a big ball of air was forming moving at great speed only to burst towards the triskelion, transforming it into a fire stream. Once he separated his hands the fire stream turned into two.
One that went against the Air Gem and the other towards the Ice Gem.
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Post by TimePuppy on Dec 21, 2018 21:46:43 GMT
Ron grabbed the man's neck easily like grabbing a can of soda. The man struggled with all his might, but couldn't get out. The other man looked at Ron, his colleague, the vans, and then turned tail and fled. The struggling man soon stopped struggling and his arms fell limply beside his body.
Marceline ripped chunks of asphalt with ease and the men soon realized they were fucked. They turned to run, but all that did was open up the backs of their heads to precise strikes of heavy pavement which either killed or paralyzed them instantly.
The French lady left a silhouette of herself in the building she crashed into. >"Weak! So weak, I didn't even feel it!"< she said, taking wobbly steps before wind surrounded her and she rose up into the air again.
She didn't get far before Arthur leaped on her and smashed her in the face with an ax kick. She crushed the snow beneath her and Arthur landed on top of her. He reached for the gem, but she grabbed his arm and kicked him both legs. While he was still in the air, she created a small tornado reaching from her extended hand to Arthur. The vortex of air tried ripping the ice mage apart, but it soon became apparent it was too small for something like that. So instead the gem woman released a powerful blast of air and launched Arthur somewhere far into the night.
Now she could devote her attention fully back to Haruko who just finished transforming.
>"Pretentious little girl thinks she's stronger just because she put on a few pounds!"< The French lady laughed. She started flying towards the magical idol, but she was stopped by a neon brick appearing before her. She tried going around it but ran into another. And another. It soon became apparent those bricks were surrounding her. More wind gathered around and stopped the bricks in mid-air when they started hurling themselves at her. But while she could keep that barrier up for a while, she didn't want to stay there forever, especially since the bricks would eventually get through. Even more wind gathered around her, distorting everything within the bubble of air, and exploded outwards, opening a gap for her to fly through and get away from Haruko.
But as soon as she thought she was safe, a beam of fire came for her. Another barrier of air appeared before her and resisted the flames. But the explosion of air tired her out and she lost control of the barrier. The beam hit her right in the chest.
"Argh!" she screamed as the flames spread across her torso and she fell to the ground. When the flames finally stopped, they revealed burns and sores all across her chest, except around the gem.
>"How dare you!"< she yelled, looking at her chest. >"I am your master! You do not get to protect yourself instead of me! Obey me, you filthy sylph!"<
But her chest did not respond. She struggled up to her feet, put her hands around her mouth and shouted over in the direction of Vlad, Loveline, and the ice gem user. >"You weak-willed moron, get over here! We will tear up these pathetic worms! Now!"<
As she spoke, she used the last of her strength to make powerful winds all across the battlefield, lifting up and the snow and swirling it all around.
While Vladimir performed his magic, Loveline distracted the ice gem user. While she attacked, the snow rose and turned into poles, spikes, and blades. Scythe met blade, spike met colorful bullet, and poles Loveline flew above and between, but she could never get close enough to actually hit the gem or its user. It was frustrating, so Love was glad when Vladimir finally prepared his spell.
The stream of fire split into two. One went toward the air user and we've seen how that went. The other went toward the ice user who was too close to guard with a proper wall of snow but crossed his fists across his chest, protecting the gem with his own flesh. He screamed and screamed, burning and hurting while the stream lasted. When it finally stopped, he dropped to his knees and buried his arms into the snow.
"EVIL! EVIL!" he screamed, but then he heard the air user calling him. He knew what she wanted and the snow carried him to her quickly, oh so quickly. Just as he reached the place, Arthur managed to fly back from wherever the air user's blast threw him.
As soon as he got there, Arthur felt the snowflakes responding to the ice user's will. "Vladimir! Make sure your pentagrams are still protecting the vans! Quickly!" No more than a second passed between him saying that and the snowflakes changing, turning into thinner circles with edged and serrated ends, spinning like rotary blades. Carried by the wind, they turned the entire battlefield in one giant blender that could cut through flesh like butter.
Arthur and Loveline hurried over to Marceline and Arthur started creating a barrier of ice. "If you can't protect yourselves, get over here! Now!"
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Post by HungryHunter on Dec 22, 2018 23:17:40 GMT
Ron dropped the man he had choked onto the hood of the car he smashed. He turned slowly, avoiding the sight of the carnage he wrought to spot Arthur flying down to Marceline. He could feel the winds picking up, his wings automatically adjusting to reduce drag. Marceline was clearly confused for a second, until long cuts began to appear in her skin and clothing. “Ow! Fuck!” She dove into the shelter and shoved up against the wall, ignoring the chill.
Ron watched her escape the snow and considered his options. The tiny buzzsaws made horrible grinding noises on his armor, throwing off sparks and swiftly melting themselves with frictional heat. He shot off the ground, rising above the whirling storm. “It’ll take more than a cold breeze to stop me!” He mocked from above, putting a foot out and firing up his engines. He became a shooting star, coming right down at the ice-commanding man, backed by a blue flame.
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Post by Vapovile on Dec 25, 2018 13:37:40 GMT
A small smile appeared on Haruko's face when she saw that her bricks managed to do some damage, which allowed the wayward stream of fire to hit the woman and drain more of her energy. "That was great! Thanks for the help!" She called down to Vlad, then turning back to see the wind mage beginning to whip up a tornado. Haruko's eyes widened when she heard Arthur call out to the group, holding her hands out and forming a large transparent neon pink bubble around herself. While her magical constructs weren't the most durable, they could be constantly reformed with more magic at the cost of depleting her mana pool faster.
"Come on...think think think..." The magical seamstress said to herself, scanning the battlefield. What was causing this tornado? The two gem people. So logically, wouldn't knocking one of them out stop the attack? The ice mage seemed to be still in good health...but the wind mage was struggling to stand up.
Holding out her right hand, Haruko forms a large neon pink mallet next to herself and begins to dive downward toward the wind mage. "Hey, let's see the range on your magic, gem person!" Haruko calls out, pulling the mallet back and aiming to slam it directly into the wind mage's torso, launching her toward the direction Arthur had come back from. If successful, Haruko would attempt to give chase and try to soften the landing if the wind mage didn't stop herself.
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Post by RedLenai on Jan 2, 2019 21:08:30 GMT
They are! – The man confirmed as he teleported inside the ice barrier.
Letting out a big sight, the man wipped the sweat on his forehead as he ignored the damage on his arms – I need to train again… I’m more than rusty… - It passed a long time since he got damaged like that, it was reckless of him to use an element that he wasn't connected to. Air and thunder.... how to combine them? He didn't wanted to use the book of Driaochta's spells... as being the last book, he needed to protect it more than anything. It was good he could transform its size and keep it in his pocket.
Observing his surroundings, Vladimir tried to think for a new plan. Haruko was distracting the air gem but their worst obstacle was the ice one. They needed to immobilize the man, as well to erase the gems from their bodies. As his first plans failed the man decided to rely on their boss – Mr. Cromwell, how can we assist you?
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Post by TimePuppy on Jan 5, 2019 16:19:48 GMT
Haruko rushed out from behind the cover of the wall and charged at the wind gem user. The woman saw her and wanted to create another barrier or wind, but she couldn't must any more energy. Haruko's mallet struck true and sent the woman flying. While she was in the air, her gem started glowing and two lean, opaque yet tinted green arms reached out from it.
>"No, you stupid bitch! You cannot leave! Stay there! Stay!"< The woman screamed and tried pushing the arms back, yet her strength was not enough.
The arms were followed by a bald head, similarly textured and oval shaped, two orbs like green agate placed where eyes should be. Then came the body, unnaturally thin and lacking human-like curves. It had no limbs past that, its waist wispy and tail-like, not unlike like a cartoon ghost.
It ignored the French lady's protests and flew past Haruko while the gem girl helped out the woman. The woman struggled with all the might of a normal woman. Her strength flew away with the elemental but she kept flailing around annoyingly and cursing even more in the romantic tones of her native language.
The ice user's ally being taken away by Haruko didn't stop the blender of snowflakes, he kept it going with his own might, but slower than before. Ron flew up high, the tiny buzzsaws scraping futilely at his armor, before flying down like a comet. That made the storm finally subside as the snowflakes gathered into a wall in front of the ice user. Yet Ron rammed straight through it and into the man, sending him skidding across the ground into a cushion of snow preventing a collision with a building.
The man mechanically got out of the snow and got ready to counterattack, but something drew his attention and the gem on his chest started glowing. The sylph flew in and touched the gem with a long arm. A tiny light blue hand reached out and took it as if accepting a dance. As the elemental was pulled out, the man collapsed back into the snow. The elemental was relatively humanoid, but barely bigger than a baby. What seemed to be its hair wrapped around its body, immobile and frozen like a dress. it had two holes like whirlpools in place of its eyes. The two spirits of nature held hands and looked deep into each others' eyes.
"That's a great question, Vlad." Arthur finally answered Vlad. "I was gonna say we should kick those elemental's asses, but it seems they're too in love to fight anymore." He grinned.
The elementals heads turned towards the group and Arthur's grin disappeared. Still holding hands, they charged towards the group. They approached faster than a car and the snow on the street followed them, pilling up higher and higher until the group had an avalanche coming down the street right at them.
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Post by HungryHunter on Jan 6, 2019 1:58:07 GMT
Ron felt the delightful crumbling of the wall under his bootheel and smiled. The next second, he got the satisfying feeling of his foot meeting his opponent's chest. The gem user was thrown back into the snowbank of his own making. Ron slowly hovered to the ground as his enemy struggled to his feet. "Getting up? You must want me to kick in more ribs." Ron cackled, arms crossed over his chest. His confidence turned to confusion when the spirit emerged from the gem.
Not far away, Marceline peered around the wall. "Oh look, it's the power of love." She grumbled as the spirits came spinning for them. Ron rushed back even faster than the blizzard. He veered up away from the street, totally uncertain about what to do about this. "I can't fight that head on, I'll get iced!" Marceline yelled to Arthur before running down the street. She still couldn't lift a car, but she'd fix that. The doll in pink came up to the car she had rolled earlier and picked up the pistol that had put a hole in her skull.
With only a moment's hesitation, she put three bullets through her own lungs. The gun clattered to the ground as she stumbled backwards, gasping in agony. "MOTHERFUCKER OW!" She yelled, steadying herself on the car. The roof crumpled at her merely resting her hand there. Now it was time. "EVERYBODY DOWN I DON'T KNOW HOW TO AIM THIS!" She yelled, slinging the car at the two spirits with tremendous force.
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Post by Vapovile on Jan 18, 2019 14:46:13 GMT
As Haruko sailed through the air after the wind mage, it seemed that the elemental inside the gem had had enough and began to the process of exiting. She remembered when this happened with the fire elemental years ago...how it appeared, but she barely remembers anything after that, since that was when Yamiko first appeared. A deep glare spread across Haruko's face for a second. She braced for an attack from the elemental...but it sailed past her and rejoined it's companion at the far side of the battlefield. "...huh...so they do have companionship?" The seamstress mused to herself. Haruko then remembered that the ex-wind mage was still flying through the air and dashed over like an ice skater across the air to catch her.
"Gotcha!" Haruko said as she began to descend. How was she supposed to make sure this lady doesn't run away? Haruko chuckled to herself when the woman began to swear in French. "I suppose hanging out with Leone was good after all..." She happily said, bringing the mage down to the ground and reaching into her Kaspa, pulling out a needle and a spool of strong wire thread. "Now just hang on a second..." With lightning fast speed and precision, Haruko took the needle and moved it through the woman's coat, then wrapped it around several times around her body, binding her arms and legs together while sewing the binds into her pants, coat and shirt. Once she was done, the wind mage could barely struggle at all, Haruko pulling out a thick blue blanket with purple stripes and laying it on the ground, pushing her over to land harmlessly on top.
"I'll be back when I deal with your friend. Au revoir!" And with that, Haruko flew off toward the other group again...just in time to see Marceline toss a car at the elementals. "...how...?" The seamstress decided not to question it, creating another mallet and swinging it at the elementals, regardless if they got hit by the car or not.
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Post by RedLenai on Jan 19, 2019 1:54:46 GMT
Vladimir observed... those two little elementals remembered him two people, that felt in love at the point of attack others still stick to each other. He remebered the King's guardians... Gallerian and Chloe, the angels of creation and destruction. A tall men of blue eyes and brown hair, then a woman of long blonde hair with red eyes. They were different in so many ways but they fought together, always stick to each other, protrcting and caring for the other... as well they got distracted while complimented. The male angel was always so gentle and... kind of an airhead so he took a second to admire his partner. Thankfully they never caused any trouble that couldn't be solved by the paladins and warriors of the Kingdom...
So maybe the same trick could work with those little yet powerful creatures. It was a dumb plan, but could work if he played an important part on it. He inmediatly thought... How to be as... blunt and.. cute? As Gallerian? He was going it regret it even if it actually worked!
Taking a step, ready to teleport if needed, the man made his bigger smile. Moving his hands and pressing his cheeks, he felt so embarrased that they even went pink.
OH MY GOD! YOU TWO ARE AAADOOORABLE! - He squealed, then with a swing of his hand he made appear an instant camera - Look! I can take a picture of you both! To make memories! And memories are time too! As memories exist love also does! - He wasn't sure about what he was saying, neither if that could distract and convice them. He immediatly took a picture, then he tried to offer it despite of seeing the small creatures coming at full charge against them. It could work... or not. Either way he wss ready to teleport
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Post by TimePuppy on Jan 20, 2019 19:43:30 GMT
Haruko restrained the struggling woman successfully and flew back to the group, followed by insults too numerous to list. She reached the fight just in time to see Marceline picking up the car and throwing it straight at rushing nature spirits.
Crash.
The collision sent them into the avalanche trailing behind them and kicked up a curtain of snow. The car landed on top of them and pinned them underneath. The duo acted in unison and pushed with all their might, the sylph with her long arms, the nymph with her tiny ones, assisted by the explosive power of the wind and the physical might of gathered snow. The car was sent flying and they got up, only to be met with a mallet-wielding Haruko. Again they worked in unison, a barrier of snow rising to meet the mallet and then a blast of wind to hurl her away.
They got no rest before the next challenger appeared. This one had other ideas though. Vlad started fawning all over them like the biggest fanboy in the world. Needless to say, his sudden and shocking behavior was enough to stun the spirits. This strange human was incredibly odd. Yet there was something about him... Some part of his soul that made the spirits feel respect for him.
A gust of wind took the photo from Vlad's hand and carried it to the sylph. She looked at it for a second before it slipped into her body.
"You humans are confounding creatures." The sylphs voice was like a soft breeze. "You are so depraved."
"So filthy." The frozen nymph spoke like crunching snow.
"So cruel."
"So disrespectful."
"Yet you claim to prize love? Your thoughts are impossible to understand."
"But we will let you live on this day, for you were not the true culprits of our entrapment."
"Someday, your kind will all disappear and our Mother will celebrate, as shall we all."
"But until then, may we never meet again."
With those parting words, the two spirits of nature embraced and were carried off by winds into lands far beyond humanity's reach.
"...What just happened?" Arthur asked. Compared to that salamander he and Haruko fought, these two gave up very easily. Surely it couldn't have just been Vlad's behavior, could it? He'll need to find out more about them. The fact that they're connected to these bastards was worrying in itself. He'll need to send someone out to gather more data before the assault tomorrow. But right now, they had to finish what they started.
"Ruko, Vlad, Ron, open the vans. Love, stay ready in case they managed to call for reinforcement. Marcy, stay here so I patch you up." While he talked, the piles of snow made during the fight returned to a natural-looking state covering the ground. Then he turned his attention to Marceline and her many, many new holes and used healing spells to try and fix her up.
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Post by HungryHunter on Jan 21, 2019 2:57:43 GMT
It was difficult to appreciate just how loud a car being thrown could be. Marceline had thought the gunshots would draw attention, but throwing a car? That was apparently the key to ruining the Hidden World for everybody. It was a little more disheartening to see them pushing it off. “Aw man, I got real fucked up for that.” Marceline ruefully glared at the gun on the ground. Maybe a few more holes would do it? Thankfully, before she pumped herself full of lead, the spirits left of their own accord. Marceline heard the sound of engines growing closer until Ron touched down near her, looking at wounds that didn’t bleed.
“What are you?” His thermal imaging didn’t differentiate her from her surroundings. “Dying.” “Ha. No, seriously, what are you? Some sort of undead? A construct?” Ron’s helmet peeled away so he could glare at her directly. “I’ll be glad to explain it when I don’t have bullet holes in my skull! For fuck's sake, I think there's still a shell rattling around in there!” Marceline flipped him off as Arthur came over. Ron growled and stomped over to the vans. He turned around and slid a bladelike wing into the crack between the van’s back doors. A quick slash would cut through any lock on the other side and he swung it open.
“Get out.” He spoke gruffly, but his arm was extended to help the children down. Meanwhile, Marceline relaxed in Arthur’s healing magic. It certainly helped, although it would take a long time to patch up everything done to her. “This is not enough. You owe me so bad. SO bad. Why didn’t you just tell me what we were doing? I’d have bought my clothespins and peppers and shit! No bullets needed!” She crossed her arms, pain shooting through her torso at the gesture.
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Post by RedLenai on Jan 22, 2019 0:52:00 GMT
Once the small spirits flew away, the "middle aged" man turned to face his team with a shocked expression. His body moved robotically, completely tense.
I don't believe that it worked... - The man whispered as he bited his lips, he wasn't a human but he understood how the spirits felt. He felt the same when he discovered the outside world, that hatred, that confusing selfishness... the suffering and more... It was shocking his first months in England and as he traveled for work. Somehow he managed to understand not everyone is that awful... even in his kingdom people were like this... but not so often, only the tired ones of that hidden life began to rampage in order to be banned... some others just got a chance like his younger brother Bran... and Elatha's master... Fergus.
I'm going - He said, still lost in thoughts. Once he opened one of the vans he saw the scared faces of children, he said in a soft voice so they won't way frightened - It's fine now, let me help you get out, is sloppy because of the snow and water
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Post by Vapovile on Jan 27, 2019 6:22:33 GMT
Despite the car hitting both of the gem creatures, they still seemed perfectly able to keep fighting. Her mallet was then stopped by the wall of snow, Haruko about to summon a spear nearby to attack the creatures...but the violent gust of wind blew her back several meters, the magical seamstress tumbling a few times before regaining her ‘footing’ in the air. By the time she flew back to attack the elementals once more...they had already disappeared. “...wait, what?” Haruko asked in confusion. The salamander they had encountered before was willing to stick around to the end! And why did it seem like these ones were an intimate pair?
Regardless, she descended to the ground and heard Arthur give his ‘order’. It was still mildly annoying how Arthur now thought he could order her around, when he lead her and her kids here on false pretenses. “Already on it! Oh, I left the woman in a small pit over there!” Haruko called over to him, seeing one of the vans and summoning a neon pink crowbar that slams itself into the doorway. She then pulls hard on it, and the entire door flew off its hinges. The seamstress gave the children inside a warm smile as she offered her hand.
“It’s ok, you’re safe now! We took care of all those bad people.” The seamstress softly tells the kids, beginning to lead them out of the van and toward safety. She was going to have to stick around to make sure Arthur didn’t do anything unethical with the two human vessels the gem creatures inhabited. The last one didn’t know anything, so trying to interrogate them roughly would prove useless. Haruko figured Arthur was smart enough to know this...but it was good to make sure regardless.
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Post by TimePuppy on Feb 9, 2019 23:10:11 GMT
"Maybe we should discuss that at a safe place," Arthur told Marceline while healing her and dialing someone on his phone. "We should take care of the kids first, you guys can yell at me later, okay?"
Inside the vans, the guys saw a collection of children. Goblin children, ogre children, yeti children, alp children, even a yuki-onna child, and of course human children. They stared at their rescuers with frightened eyes before they started approaching. Vlad encouraged the kids in his van first, then Haruko, and Ron's huddled together, frightened by his commanding tone until they saw the other kids were fine.
Then men in suits came to the scene to clean up and remove proof of hidden world involvement. A large part of the security force of Arlon's Haven had arrived to assist in gathering up the kids and taking them to a safe place while they located all of their families. They also collected the package Haruko had prepared for them and took her into custody. She wasn't going to be tortured, not like she would have much new information if she was, but the hidden world authorities weren't to be involved until the entire operation was over. They also helped patch up the man who had been possessed by the frozen nymph. The poor man claimed not to remember much after he was kidnapped a few months ago. His miraculous reappearance would interest various newspapers in a few days, but this operation would be done by then if it didn't deviate too much from Arthur's plan. In the end, Haruko's fears for what Arthur would do with the elemental puppets were wrong, even if they might not have seemed so unfounded after he pulled this stunt.
Sometime after the ambush, the group arrived back at Arthur's penthouse and were seated back at the table with the map of the battlefield. Arthur collected the pieces representing the vehicles they'd wrecked and sat down.
"Alright everyone. Stage one of the operation to take down these criminals is done. Stage two will be initiated tomorrow evening. Before we start a briefing though, I think a debriefing is in order. Or rather, I think you should get a chance to yell at me for being this secretive about something you'd probably agree to do anyway. But before you start yelling, I'd like to apologize for that and I need to thank you for going along with my plan anyway. Now, go on."
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