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| Reggie | Oct 17 2016, 08:01 PM Post #31 | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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"Tokyo barely knows my name and flattery will not save you, but Shiori's words will... however it looks like she is handling you just about on the level I was considering. Maybe a beat down from a student is exactly what you need to learn." he directed at the Hero Killer lazily, crossing his legs to sit in the air patiently watching as all the events developed before him. A loud chuckled roared from with the pit of Mercutio's chest as it echoed through the alleyway, but not breaking the rampant onslaught of Shiori. It was then that Mercutio began to slowly drift down to a few more meters to address Gale. "Even in the face of unknown danger you final show courage, and despite being a Hero-in-Training you continue on your own judgment. There may be hope for you yet instead of being this coward I observed before, and young Juba-swan." he cooed, donning her with the pet name that Sanji freely, now knowing she was a One Piece fan. "I think I will enjoy the moment. Very admirable to protect the young one." he said softly with his address being sent directly to Gale, but his bold crimson gaze staring at Juba, a smile hidden behind his mask, but the tone in his voice gave it all away. He moved above him and out reached a hand to Juba from air. "It's far safer up here, I think I could help you both." he offered honestly which would confuse those who thought they knew exactly who he was. Since his arrival he has been known to murder, but as well blessing people randomly with charity: from releasing tortured souls in an illegal hospital and removing the curse of torture to giving orphans a bit of joy with video-games in hopes to save them from the death known as boredom. "Everyone thinks they know me. Have you read this week's installment? he asked, a crimson cloud carrying the newest One Piece manga out from his jacket to float next to him in air. Well, once these kids leave I will handle this. They don't need to see something as disturbing and mentally scarring as my punishment will be. he thought to himself as he attempted to give off his friendly exterior. LP & Techs
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| Blasty McSplode | Oct 18 2016, 07:06 AM Post #32 | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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After Juba finished speaking to the crimson misted man, Juba noticed multiple things at once. The "hero killer" had stepped in front of her and worried for her safety surprisingly, a punch from Shiori was launched toward her current protector, and she realized her legs hadn't followed her. Apparently, when Juba had stretched over to be in front of the dumpster, Gale had held on to her to keep her back. She blinked a few times in shock, then got pulled back to her lower half. When she snapped back together, she fell to the ground and looked up at the boy. He said something to her that she couldn't understand, though she got the message loud and clear based on his hand gesture. He wanted her to stay put, and based on the way he just yelled something at the hero, she wasn't going to argue. "U-um, okay..." She replied timidly, standing with her hands folded in front of her. The girl was so confused, having all these people yell at her. The hero had done a cool attack, but also yelled at Juba and Gale for getting in the way. It made tears well up again, but she held it in. She was just trying to help, to make sure there wasn't more needless violence. If the hero ("Shiori" was it?) could end this conflict though, then maybe they could all just go home. The fact that the man had told her to get away, to not get hurt on his account, it made it seem like he wasn't all that bad of a guy. I mean, not a good guy either, but he couldn't be all bad. From where she stood now though, she looked up to see the crimson man addressing her, even calling her a cute nickname. "S-s-swan?" She asked with a heavy blush, putting a hand to her cheek. He was also offering her hand, almost like a prince to a princess. The gesture only made her more bashful, and while she motioned to take it, she hesitated and pulled her hand back. She couldn't go with this mysterious man, despite their common interest in manga. He seemed...nice, but Gale had given her instructs and Juba was still concerned about the fight going on between the hero and the hero killer. Again, she wanted the man to be apprehended, but killed? Why had the topic of killing him even been brought up? "I...I'm so sorry, I can't...Gale told me to stay here...and I don't want to see anyone else get hurt. I just want to go home. Also yes I did read the latest one, it was great." Juba tried to explain, hoping the crimson man wouldn't take offense or get angry. She thought she had heard news reports about a man with similar appearance and abilities, but why would a man with such a bad reputation be coming here, helping them? A hero killer acted protectively toward her moments ago, now this supposed criminal was offering to whisk her away from the danger...what was going on? "W-what's your name?" Edited by Blasty McSplode, Oct 18 2016, 07:14 AM.
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| EraMemory | Oct 18 2016, 04:41 PM Post #33 | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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If there was ever a word appropraite to describe the current situation, it would be: chaos. Note that things had been very orderly in the first place; but with Mercutio showing up to the scene, things were definitely thrown out of place. It was a messy ruckus; people were shouting everywhere without regard for each other, their alarmed voices criss-crossing to make one din of a cacophony- but one voice in particular from behind him shone above the rest. "BBROOOOKEN MAGNUUUUM!" The former convict had only just opened his jaw to add his own two cents' worth to the situation when there was a very distinct solid sensation to the back of his cranium, followed by white lights, an overbearing ringing, and a hallelujah of pain. Before he realized it Arai was down on his knees again, bent over with his hands held out against the ground to barely prevent him from completely keeling over. The white alarms continued to blare in his head; there was suddenly a deafening mosquito whine in his eardrums, and his vision was an oxymoron. There, he just sat for several moments, in no state to do anything. The blow to the back of his head had left everything out of pitch; with jittery nerves and a shaking hand which tremors he could not quell, Ran put it to the tender wound behind his skull, and his fingers came away bloody. Blinking dully, Ran hefted himself into a sitting up position, turning at a comically laggard pace to look at the armored woman who had clocked him in the noggin. At the moment, Ran was dimly aware of Gale shouting at her- somewhere in the back of his slow-functioning head, it registered that Gale was now back- but it all seemed so distant and faraway somehow. Frowning expressively like a child struck with Tourette's, he turned his attention back to Shiori, speaking slowly, his words slurred and unclear. "This ishn't... time to... that guy ish... dangerous..." |
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| Tenka Mikazuchi | Oct 19 2016, 08:18 AM Post #34 | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Shiori had already raised her hand to throw out a second barrage of punches, expecting her rocket fist to be a distraction at best. She lowered her fist instead as she saw there was no more need to. The heavy metallic gauntlet had hit straight home and knocked him down into the pavement before getting stuck in the opposite wall where it's engine sputtered before shutting off. From the fact that he went down bleeding and dazed and only barely managed to sit up a mumble incoherently this fight was over. Shiori stepped forwards towards Arai. She wouldn't let her guard down that easily but from the fact he was bleeding and disoriented he had a concussion.. if he was lucky. She was in no mood to be particularly generous but.. this guy was pathetic. It left a sour taste in her mouth to think she had been fighting this seriously only to be met with barely any resistance. This wasn't a honourable fight in any way, just a beat down. She put her foot on his chest and pushed him back onto his back as she spoke. "Lay back down you shithead, if you start moving around you'll hurt yourself even more. I'll let you off with this much this time but... " She raised her fist threateningly and punched down towards his face, her arm didn't so much stop right in front of his face as it literally changed trajectory mid punch and bend off towards the wall. Her fist lodging itself in the back of the fired rocket fist. As the magnetic hum of the lock faintly resounded she pulled back her arm with the gauntlet back in place over her fists almost like she used a grappling hook to retrieve it. She made a fist with the massive golden hand and looked back down to Arai with a contemptuous look. "I don't care who you are or what you want. But the next time you try and harm one of my friends, I will beat you to a pulp until you stop moving. I already called the police before coming here. If you know what is good for you, I'd lay down and wait for them to take you in. You might even get to go to a hospital first." She turned towards Gale and Juba as she stepped off the attackers chest and grabbed Gale by the shoulder. She paused a moment to look at the man they had been busying themselves with and her left hand twitched slightly, as if she was unconsciously making a fist. He hadn't threatened any of them as far as she heard, but something about that guy made her want to take a step back and get away from here. She had heard him talk and the tone of voice with which he had so casually talked about killing and the almost elated giggle he had made after talking about how heroes did not kill put her on guard on an almost instinctual level. "We're leaving Gale, Red. We should get you two to a safer place. That guy is down for the count." She turned her eyes towards Mercutio from beneath her helmeted visor for a moment. "I'm not really sure who you are, but you might want to get going too. I'll thank you for putting my friends at ease but I would rather not be here that much longer." [Thread Exit]
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| ZetaAzuel | Oct 19 2016, 02:34 PM Post #35 | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Gale fuming anger still pulsed in his mind as he angrily watched the red misty devil floated in the sky. Why the hell was he spouting nonsense!? All this jibber jabber about being a hero in training. If anything he was sick and tired of being labeled as cowardly and not acting heroic enough! Not everyone could be brave or be a hero! What was so hard for people to understand about that? If every single person in the world was a hero then there'd be no need for them. People would just spend ever waking moment looking and fighting over who got to get the one bad guy that survived in an oversaturated hero society. His seething anger seemed to stop, however, the moment that Shiori had placed her hand onto his shoulder. Mainly because it had been replaced with instinctual fear that had for the moment overtaken his wild and frantic anger. He flinched as he turned, but then sighed in relief as he recognized that Shiori had been the one to ease his nerves for once. "Oh thank the stars..." He turned to notice that Arai had been knocked pretty much down enough pegs that he would've been planted into the ground if he had been attacked any harsher. But he could care less for that asshole, he could go die in a hole after all that shit he pulled on him. But for now, the mere fact that he was safe elated his heart, and it made him happier to know that no one got hurt... though he did feel quite an amount of shame in his head now looking back knowing that he had really only been two steps away from ditching them all. Even after calling for their specific help... and after watching how fast she had taken care fo the guy... it only made him feel worse about himself. Granted, Shiori was strong, but at that particular where Arai had taken hold of him, he had felt so weak and pathetic. And having two girls saving him made him feel... less than a bug at that point. He was supposed to be the one keeping them safe from harm not the other way around. "..." He wanted to express kindness to Shiori for having stepped in and keeping him and Juba safe. But he simply looked down at his own feet unable to find the proper words to express both his gratitude and his apologies for nearly running away. But keeping it all welled inside his heart was simply not good enough for him, and even if it was uncomfortable for Shiori he had to get these emotions out somehow. And so he wrapped both arms around Shiori and embraced her tightly. It wasn't the same as the warmth that came from hugging skin, but he didn't care really at that point. "Thank you... thank you so much...!" He had been crying like a baby now that everything had been for the most part been resolved. His hands curled behind her back as he attempted to grab the fabric of her suit, but failed as it was mostly still metal. "...I'm sorry." He whispered it quietly to her in hopes of getting the message across before letting go and then pulling back as if not to make too much of a scene. Briskly wiping his face before looking at Juba. "Alright let's... go somewhere safe. Do you want us to still take you home Juba or should we take you to our place for the time being while this all sorts itself out?" According to what the girl wanted he'd follow her (assuming Shiori also went with her) to make sure that the girl had gotten somewhere safe. And that he himself to, would be able to put this horrid day behind him. Only the coming days would be able to tell if such a thing would truly ever leave his mind... [Exit] |
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| Reggie | Oct 19 2016, 11:53 PM Post #36 | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Mercutio's eyes drifted from the adorable young lady, staring past Gale and the robocop known as Shiori to glare with piercing eyes at the pile of trash that calls itself a Hero Killer. His manga slipped away into his jacket safely, he didn't want to risk harming a piece of his beautiful collection. Mercutio knew not his name nor his goals in kidnapping or harming these students, but it was enough for him to make his choice. He wasn't bound by the law nor an organization. He wasn't a Hero Killer with disdain nor a Vigilante for a righteous good. Villains feared his name and Heroes demonized the very thought; this was exactly what he wanted. "That boy isn't lying, I am what society views as dangerous, but not in a way that discriminates to one side or another. Do not listen to the propaganda filling all forms of media. They are simply a facade of something much deeper and darker, they are not nonpartisan." he ranted in typical Mercutio fashion. He said, rising above the group as he spoke to around seven meters before drifting forward toward the beaten man. His tone was dull and monotone now, his eyes now holding a fire far different from before. The pace in which he carried himself began to speed up bit by bit as they proceeded to leave. Mercutio sighed thankfully as he knew that the police couldn't be far off and time was limited. "This man called me Mercutio, but I know only one name. They call me the Crimson Demon, but you may call me Demous (D-most, silent T). I'm but a quiet voice for the silent majority." he mumbled through his mask to the young redhead. The toon-ish girl really eased his mind, he did after all have a very soft spot in his heart for fiery locks. Moving past his borderline obsession, he threw them a flip of his hand as crimson moved dumpsters and trash alike to blockade off and give an almost barrier of protection from what was about to come. "Hurry now, and remember. Demous Regalis does not forgive or forget." Expect Us. It was immediately after this that the alleyway filled with a thick crimson fog with Mercutio at its focal point. The mist quickly made visibility a difficult task, but it wasn't really the purpose to blind his target, but to shield the innocence of the youth behind him. Mercutio drifted to a point that he was above Ran, his Crimson Soul but a violent torrent of rage rippling around him. "The cartoon Miss almost had me changing my mind, but how you seem to know my name makes me sick to my stomach. No one must know who I actually am." he whispered, his voice most likely inaudible to the man let alone the group of fleeing students. Mercutio could swear he heard the police coming and knew he had to act quickly. "Wither" he barked, his perfect sight tracking the man like no other person could. Mercutio made sure he could redirect his attack with any subtle movement that Ran made. Escape wasn't plausible. Demous' left hand swiveled from a high position above his head with his palm facing the clear sky to palms down facing the twisted, tainted earth below. "SHINRA TENSEI!" he screamed with a demonic bellow as the world around him began to crumble. Buildings around him toppled like that of the Walls of Jericho, but with explosive force beyond what the world then knew. Bricks and steel crashed to the ground and tore through the air akin to shrapnel, but from a truck-size pipebomb. The street was visibly concave, the earth underneath Mercutio was easily a meter or more indented and it stretched eight meter across in radius. The Crimson Demon stared blankly through the cloud of debris and dust as though his eyes were still trained on Ran, of course thanks to his Crimson Soul, because his eyes were not need to see thanks to his blessings. "... and wither you shall." he mumbled again as the dust would clear. LP & Techs
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| Blasty McSplode | Oct 20 2016, 09:24 AM Post #37 | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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"Demous Regalis?" Juba asked quietly, though she wasn't expecting an answer. He seemingly admitted to being named Mercutio as well. It sounded like a name to remember, especially based on how he monologued about it. Now that he said it, she did recall a few police reports on Demous Regalis popping up in the news. She wasn't exactly sure who this crimson man was or what his purpose was, but at the very least he had seemed benevolent toward her and her friends. He said that they didn't forgive or forget, though she certainly hoped that she hadn't done anything that deserved forgiving. They hadn't done anything wrong...right? Shiori, the hero, had instructed both Juba and Gale that they were leaving, then exchanged some words with Demous as well. "M-my name is Juba...not Red..." She corrected under her breath. This wasn't the place to talk about this or make proper introductions, but it still felt like something she needed to say. After embracing their savior, Gale asked something of Juba, but having asked in English, she merely tilted her head in confusion. "Um...You know Gale, right? He should probably work on that. The language thing, I mean." She commented into a mumble, pointing to him as Juba looked at Shiori. It seemed ridiculous that he was living in Japan and would be attending a Japanese school, but didn't know the language one bit. Shiori said they should get to a safer place though and the exhausted redhead couldn't agree more. "Anywhere but here..." She had stated many many times that she wanted to go home, and this was still true. At this point, however, it didn't matter. So long as they went anywhere but this god forsaken alleyway, Juba would feel more at ease. She was physically and mentally drained from everything that had just gone on. Juba picked up her two bags of materials, the ones she had bought earlier that day from the hardware store, and followed both Gale and Shiori out. As they left, she turned back to see the alleyway was shrouded in a red mist. She wondered what was going on, but based on the fact that their attacker was stopped and the the frightening newcomer didn't mean them any harm, Juba was content just getting away as soon as possible. "Thank you for saving us..." The petite girl told the armored hero with a small, tired smile as she followed alongside her. Sure, Juba had held her own at first, but that was just a temporary facade. If she had been forced to actually fight, there was no telling how long she would've been able to last. This woman had come to their rescue, giving them hope and relief. She was brave, imposing, and strong. She was a hero. "I hope I can be like you some day..." [Exit Thread]undefined Edited by Blasty McSplode, Oct 20 2016, 09:26 AM.
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| EraMemory | Oct 20 2016, 11:50 AM Post #38 | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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The dark-haired young man made a wheezing sound as Shiori put her foot on him, plopping against the ground readily without resistance. Her bendy bendy Piccolo arms went swivelling towards him; only changing course at the last second and impacting against the brick wall instead, a split second away from turning his face into mush. The robot girl stared down at Ran with the coldest eyes, so frigid he could tell her stare through the visor she wore, and delivered a thread-slash-warning towards the man who had attempted to... one wouldn't say kidnap, but since there was not yet a form of expression towards pathetic attempts of abduction failed to spectacular amounts in Oxford's dictionary, one might just have to make do with that. Lying there against the ground, it seemed Ran had ample time to consider his actions. Mostly, they had been one big blunderous mistake after another; from impulsively trying to get Gale Prism to go with him, even his ridiculous movie line sprattle- no, before that. He'd probably doomed himself when he sought out the help of someone else, when all his life's experience had done nothing else but taught him that the only one he could, truely, count on, was just him, himself and he alone. Just laying down there on the ground for a few moments, Ran watched the dark clouds roll past through the early evening skies, a palette of deep purple highlighting its gray frays. All was so peaceful now. No need to think of anything; no formula, no stupid Gadgeteers, no frantic cheap-shotting Heroes, no nada. The sounds of his surroundings dwindled away; from the looks of it, Gale, the robot lady, and the brave young lass had taken their leave. Which meant he'd lost his mark. Ran sighed, and just lay there still. But soon his vision was obscured by a young man's bare feet- what?- floating atop a curling spread of red mist, floating over to where he currently lay. Ah. Looks like one person didn't leave. Apart from the danger associated with his name, Ran didn't actually know much about Mercutio. He didn't know about his Quirk, assumedly those macabre red fumes about him, though an educated guess would be that going anywhere near those was definitely not a great idea. He didn't know exactly how strong he was, nor his methods of attack- killing- courtesy to the lacking amount of witnesses he left behind. But he did know a couple of things. For one, that this man was like a hyena; an opportunistic hunter. He'd surmised not long ago that Mercutio's intention was to eradicate him, no matter what, and though he didn't want to do that in front of the Heroes-in-training, and in affilation, risk exposing himself to U.A., Ran was pretty sure he'd been waiting for Shiori to finish wailing on him, like a butcher beating his meat tender, before going in for the feast once the dirty work had been done. And one other detail; the man had been conservative of his strength from the start. Sure, he'd come in walking on motherfucking air, but other than that Mercutio's role in the sidelines had mostly one of spectating, depriving one of too much knowledge of the extent of his power and abilities. Once the kiddies had left- ergo, now- he would be able to go full R18 and rain down chaos on Ran's pathetic little arse. And it seemed like that was the general idea. Once done with his monologging, the crimson aura around Mercutio began to spread its tendrils at an alarming rate. Mauve and magenta writhed, thickening into a brilliant scarlet with Mercutio at its core, its splendor hard to look at with the naked eye. A gathering of power, no less- and most intent on crushing Ran below, no doubt. All seemed hopeless. All seemed lost. It seemed that the tale of our little underdog Arai Ran, Quirkless, beaten and bullied by fate all his life, was going to end here and now. Ran couldn't hold it back any longer. Ran grinned. No, not the 'it's the end, I have no options left, nothing to do but laugh at my own fate and wait till I meet my maker' grin. This was a grin, full-blown pearly whites and all, pink gum showing and face stretching at the extent, a grin from someone who had had to act the dumb guy for an entire length of the movie, go from Verbal to Keyser Söze, a grin that practically said: "Just as planned..." Because just as Mercutio had been holding back his true talents the entire time, so had Arai Ran. Of course, it would be a length to say that everything was premeditated by some stroke of mad genius. Ran had originally only been taking a countermeasure towards the UA students; by not retaliating against them or injuring them, he would not be able to be held accountable for assault should he be arrested, and would most likely walk free after a night in the locker. Things after that was just progressive improvization; letting Shiori go to town at him without resisting, once it was clear that Mercutio was targeting him and anything he used against her would not only expend his strength, but also feed information to the young psychopath of his ability. There was no point in besting the armored girl in combat, perhaps even the cartoony girl and Gale, only to be left exhausted and vulnerable to Mercutio later; the rational choice of option was to hedge his bets that the Heroes would not go overboard with their fury upon him, so that he could be prepared as much as he could when Mr.Crimson took a crack towards him. Still; it was no argument that he was nonetheless on the shorter end of the draw; it was still nigh impossible to beat Mercutio, not with what he had at the moment. But for the moment, Ran focused on the second best option- instead of a victory, just simply surviving. A maelstorm of gravity and power hurtled towards him like death from above. Fight fire with fire. Technique with technique. C-Rank with C-Rank. ![]() ![]() First, Ran leapt off the ground with Ghost Step, his body blurring like an ethereal phantom in its burst of speed. Nonetheless, it wasn't enough to get out of the range of devastation, not even barely. That's where the second technique kicked in. ![]() ![]() His thigh muscles tightened and contracted, going into overdrive as adrenaline fed it with much-needed explosive energy to carry out the action he needed. Ran felt the power course through him, the adrenaline in his system going to work like a drug, wiping away tireness, pain, lethargy, everything that didn't matter to focus all the power he had, all the hidden reserves he could draw upon, into this one, single kick. The air hissed and howled around him, as if answering his call; slowly but surely, it began to wind around his leg as he kicked out, gathering speed as the kick progressed. The thundering of the chaos above was forgotten; in this instant, there was only Ran, his kick, and the billowing of divine wind, God's winds, around him, howling with an arctic fury of a wolf enraged. With it he dragged everything- stray rubble, dirt, grit- off the pavement into the swirling cervix of the winds around his feet, a partial sandstorm of gale and kinetic energy swerving upwards to meet the unstoppable force that dropped on him like a meteor above. Ran didn't contend with Mercutio's Shinra Tensei head-on. Instead, he directed his kick at an angle to the side, acheived with his earlier Ghost Step. Against the overpowering dark crimson, the gales of his Godwind faltered, before being torn to shreds like so much papier-mâché against Mercutio's formidable abilities; but it would serve. The powerful kick had managed to slow the onslaught of crushing scarlet for a fraction of time; while serving to propel Arai back from the blast radius. All was left for him to put his feet to good use (finally) and scamper away from the epic meetings of power against power, to relative safety. The dust and smoke rendered by Mercutio played an secondary role; Ran's sweeping winds had blown them in his direction, temporarily forming a smokescreen between them for a few moments. The mercernary had bought himself a few precious seconds; he had to play them wisely, or face total annihilation. So Arai booked it. Out of the alley, Ran ran into- he'd never believe these words were coming out of his mouth- the comforting sounds of red and blue sirens. Approximate time for call of distress in a major city; Ran reasoned, smirking, eleven minutes. Right on time, boys. Once the police came, Ran would raise his hand in surrendur, compliantly allowing the blue suits to apprehend him. He would certainly be taken in, especially with a prior criminal record, but right now, Ran would rather chance his odds with the law enforcement as compared to facing Mercutio's death sentence. Being locked up was much preferable to being, well, dead. 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Due to this being the first problematic invasion Mod bot is going to be rather strict with this ruling in order to set a precedence. Unlike in regular threads, invasion threads are PVP, and so stats matter more. The fight between Arai and Mercutio is pretty much over. From the last techniques being used I am saying that Arai's technique, Godwind 神風, stated by the Era easily broken, but sending Arai away. Against the overpowering dark crimson, the gales of his Godwind faltered, before being torn to shreds like so much papier-mâché against Mercutio's formidable abilities; but it would serve. The powerful kick had managed to slow the onslaught of crushing scarlet for a fraction of time; while serving to propel Arai back from the blast radius. This is due to Mercutio having Master of Control: Elite. Also, with Ran's stamina(E+) being so low, the force of Shinra Tensei does quite a bit of damage to Arai. Rather than what was written about Arai," scamper away from the epic meetings of power against power, to relative safety ," Arai is thrown into the street teaming with Police Officers by Shinra Tensei. The force of the technique breaks a majority of his bones from Arai having such a low stamina stat(E+). With the cops around him he can be presumed safe, although incredibly injured, and in custody from surrendering. Mercutio is covred from the dust cloud of the techniques so has not been noticed by the officers. Arai will remain alive unless attacked again. Attacking again would be rather risky as at least 5-6 cops have arrived on the scene and would retaliate against any transgressor posing a threat. Post order remains unaffected by this post. Edited by Mod Bot, Oct 20 2016, 09:01 PM.
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Hmm... still alive I 'see' and of course the police are here... guess the fun is over. he scoffed to himself, concealed in the smokescreen surrounding him. The crimson around him mixed in devilishly with the dark gray dust and debris with only the sound of settling rubble and police chatter to be heard. Mercutio knew that a fight with the police wasn't something he wanted, but the man that was mangled had too much information on the Crimson Demon. In a split decision, Mercutio pulled his gun from his waistband. In the heat of the moment, he still had time to consider an Usopp pun, but he didn't want to taint his image. Draw It was ease for the cruel man to see through the smoke. Mercutio took the time he was in the cover of smoke to aim for the back of the soon-to-be corpse's head and... a single shot rang out, cutting the city to near silence. It was an attack that couldn't miss, but Mercutio felt like giving him a chance; the man lay broken, battered and prone... it was far more than shooting fish in a barrel; it was almost criminal. Bullet speed was a glorious thing that of which only the top heroes would even be able to attempt and dodge. The blast from the gun was so fierce and violent that it tore through the smoke, ripping it away from Mercutio's form to expose him to the police. Demous would be seen holding a smoking gold gun, he promptly has name Bond, aiming down the sight from behind a shattered gas mask. "Got to go." he chuckled as he began to kick off the air in a full on sprint, he ran up higher and higher as he grew further and further away. Mercutio hoped the subtly placed shot would distract the officers to give him a chance to flee. He took a path that the police couldn't follow straight on due to the rubble littering the ground. Zig-zagging patterns were taken to avoid being traced or locked on whether it was cameras or otherwise. Once he felt safe he would retreat to an alleyway to take his mask off; he ditch his crimson hoodie and black jacket along with his mask to leave only his black undershirt left. Mercutio pushed through and merged with the crowd to disappear whilst keeping tabs on any of the familiar signatures of the policemen he felt before. [If Successful Mercutio Would Exit] LP & Techs
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| EraMemory | Oct 21 2016, 03:52 AM Post #41 | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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The force of Shinra Tensei was literally bone-shattering; its overwhelming power shook Arai to his very bones. Ran could feel them disintegrating, splintering apart from his fearsome power; even weakened by Ran's own attacks, Mercutio's power was still tearing him apart from its insane gravity. Nonetheless, he survived; and survived he did. The residual impulse from the aftershock of the attack eventually flung him out of the alleyway, slamming against the earth, just as the police were pulling up. They gathered around him, shaking him in order to rouse him (ouch- broken bones) with questions like: "Kid! Hey, kid! You alright?" and "Get the paramedics!" As for Ran, he really didn't care. Right now, he was mostly relieved, as if having survived a trip back and forth from hell. How many times had he been in mortal peril, like this? Doitsu, Pompadour... and now Mercutio. Hah. Funnily, Mercutio was actually the lowest ranked on that list. Another exemplary case for how fucked up his life was; go figure. One of the blue suits knelt before Ran as he tried to sit up, carrying with him a first aid kit, presumably to tend to the superficial wounds before proper medical personnel arrived. "Don't worry, kid. You gotta stay awake. Keep-" BANG. One shot. A single shot. It rang through the night sky, clear and resounding, as sharp and cold as a knife driven into warm, pulsing flesh. The policeman's uniform had a dark, circular hole in his chest, which had not been there before. It lingered for a while; before beginning to spread, dark red staining his blues, and the man keeled over. At that moment, Ran was vividly aware of an impact into the side of his head. Warmth gushed forward, dripping down from his cheek to his chin. The bullet's path must have warped when it had penetrated the policeman's body, nonetheless- it was a true and good shot to the side of his cranium, piercing into his skull. Blissful darkness flooded up to welcome the young man, who wasn't even aware when he had collapsed. Several policemen's frantic cries could be heard, as they rushed over to tend to their fallen comrade and the man they had been trying to capture, whilst other pulled their firearms and fired blindly down the smoke-obscured alleyway, their efforts in vain, for the Crimson Man was long gone. It was tiring. Ran didn't want to think anymore. Reaching up sluggishly, he put his hand into his jacket and found the papers- the formulas. He'd been so close to completing it- if only... if only. Crunching up the crisp papers in his hands, the ex-soldier finally let the darkness catch up to him, and slipped into a dreamless, restful sleep for the first time in weeks. [End] [I'm going to have to trouble whoever had been judging to make a call for Arai once more. Whether he lives, dies... or goes into a coma, I guess.] |
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| Mod Bot | Oct 21 2016, 07:19 PM Post #42 | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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As the bullet stated in both Mercutio's post and Era's both say essentially the bullet was aimed and hit Arai's skull. Mercutio has as a base line B- accuracy displayed on his profile sheet so it is decided that the bullet did in fact hit Arai's skull. The bullet was a through and through ending the characters life. Police officers did return fire as they would in real life. I will say 2 officers shot 3 times each in to the dust filled alleyway. 5 and 6 count as bullet shots that hit as their vision is obscured. These are entirely random rolls. [result]4&4,1d6,0,4&1d6[/result] [result]1&1,1d6,0,1&1d6[/result] [result]3&3,1d6,0,3&1d6[/result] [result]1&1,1d6,0,1&1d6[/result] [result]2&2,1d6,0,2&1d6[/result] [result]3&3,1d6,0,3&1d6[/result] |
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| DoubleDeku | Oct 24 2016, 11:44 AM Post #43 | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Arai is pronounced dead at the scene, the police try and catch Mercutio, but the pursuit fails.![]() Earnings:
Comments: The thread was very entertaining, funny at a lot of parts. Gale's entrance, Juba and Arai running into a wall and Juba's " It would really kill the mood." got more than a couple of laughs out of me. I like the use of using a phone as a translator, as a way of avoiding a problem with other threads when both characters don't understand the same language. When it came to the invasion, Arai was performing greater than a character with E+ should withstand, so I graded accordingly. But otherwise, nice thread |
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