The Day That Tokyo Stood Still RP Aug 22, 2021 22:50:51 GMT
Post by Kuma on Aug 22, 2021 22:50:51 GMT
Roshi began replying to the questions and concerns of the people gathered here. He was already regretting the whole situation, but the proverbial cat was out of the bag, so there wasn’t anything else he could do.
-Musashi-dono, I thank you for your understanding and patience. So far we wanted to keep the issue among the JHWABto avoid any information leaks, but you’re right, we should’ve confided on your organization.- Roshi said that, but in reality he wanted to say something more in the lines of:
“Who the hell do you think you are, you sword wielding maniac, your “organization” consists on a bunch of crazy monster hunters and we have to clean half of your mess most of the time”
But he didn’t say that, because it would be quite harmful both diplomatically for the JHWAB and potentially for his body.
-We will discuss the situation after the convention is over.- He added, replying to her request for a meeting. He actually wanted to tell her to go fuck herself, but he smiled through it, trying really hard to avoid looking as pissed as he was.
Roshi then turned to the representative of the Ashen Corps.
-We thank you for that as well and we will extend any resources we can spare to help in anything you need if you ever ask.- Roshi knew that he had more manpower than needed, or at the very least, some of his manpower couldn’t work the “Gainen” case, so lending them to other organizations in exchange of intel could help create bridges.
As much as he liked burning them he knew that isolationism got him in this mess, as he the JHWAB found out late about certain events outside Japan because of his own stubborn policies against foreigners.
-We can discuss those events later in private.- Roshi replied to Aria. Hiding his contempt and disgust for the whole situation was taking a toll on Roshi. The Leader of the JHWAB used a handkerchief to clean the sweat off his brow, the spotlights over him were almost cooking him alive.
-We thank the HWIC for their…- Roshi stopped talking, his vision went blurry and he looked like he was about to pass out. -We... - He attempted to talk again, but not before long he dropped to the floor, convulsing, foaming coming out from his mouth. Something was terribly wrong.
Eien no Ha, being the closest one to Roshi, rushed the stage, even sliding to reach the downed Omnyo Master to see what was happening. -MEDIC! SOMEBODY GET A MEDIC!- He roared his orders as many members of different organizations present whispered among themselves and some, from smaller groups began to panic, thinking this could be a massive attack, rather than an individual one.
Among all there was one group that was strangely calm, Minister Hou and his bodyguard Mingzhi, who looked at the situation with lackadaisical demeanor.
Dranten’s enhanced senses would easily notice something out of place, there was a strange swirling mass around certain areas of Norio’s body, like small obsidian snakes constricting veins and arteries. Depending on how accurate his readings were, he might even notice the trail left by the creatures, all coming from his left hand. If his sensors were good enough to discover the nature of the creatures, he might find it surprising, at least he would if he was still capable of it. The trails and the creatures were made out of ink.
-Remilia-kun, any luck?- Raisa asked, but Remilia would find it hard to connect to anything, there was some kind of interference cutting the communications network in this area, maybe in the whole compound. It might be a way to go around this digital blockade though, as her powerset would surely allow her to realize something important about this issue.
It wasn’t natural, somebody was creating the interference on purpose.
Toramaru didn’t answer, just taking a stance with his incandescent hands and feet burning, ready to fight.
The Half-Oni reacted splendidly to the initial attack swaying his upper body back, but didn’t realize it was a feint until it was almost too late. Sid’s feet scraped against Toramaru’s chin as he turned his neck to the side to force the Kickmaster’s attack to miss its mark. Still at this point Sid’s attacks were sharp, both figuratively and literally, as the kick managed to create an actual cut on Toramaru’s cheek.
The Myth Soldier, unlike Sid, had a very stable stance, rarely moving a lot from a single position and his defensive moves tended to be less flashy. With an impassive look he placed his burning hand over the cut and cauterized it, not even flinching from the heat, glaring at Sid with dead eyes.
When he finished, Toramaru closed both hands into fists, finger by finger, each knuckle popping and sparking as he did. His stance seemed to be quite similar to Okinawan Karate and from that stance he lunged forward, attempting to connect with a lunging jab to measure the distance and then, if the first one connected, he would go for an elbow strike.
Keeping the “theme” of this bout so far, the elbow strike was directly aimed at Sid’s chin, both seemed to be attempting to knock out the other.