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| Crimson Smoke Fills the Sky; Continuation of Jail Break Thread for Japan; Graded | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Jun 7 2017, 05:15 AM (2,707 Views) | |
| ZetaAzuel | Jun 7 2017, 05:15 AM Post #1 |
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It seemed that for the most part, those who had made their way onto the ship were safe. They could see the ashen rubble, the black ooze of corruption squirming in the sunlight, and the few bleeding corpses left behind in the wake of their escape. All seemed as though they would be fine... If not for the fact that there was one unwelcome intruder on the Flying Ruin. Kull first looked to his new recruits, some being mangey prisoners unassociated with his horde until they wanted to join in on the escape. Others were a bit more sophisticated types that could show their appreciation. He looked particularly at Noir and Dante as he licked his lips, it was always nice to have an addition to the team. "Good, always nice for there to be fresh meat and able bodies around." They'd have to prove themselves later on. But he still was happy to get more people into his ranks. "Show 'em off to their living spaces. I'm just about ready to-" e was going to say 'rest' but his words were cut off as an all too familiar presence made itself known to him. "How the hell did you get on here?" His mouth was already frothing with smoke as his fists clenched up with rage. Fucker must've walked his way over or flew his way inside while they were busy dealing with the black ooze monster that was chasing after them. Still, the way he got in didn't matter. Since there was only one way that he was going to be leaving. Either a bloody mess, chopped up into pieces, or down the shitter when he was done raking his flesh. "I don't like cages, bars, and people telling me what to do. So I figured it was about high time I tailed out of there." He took a step towards him, "Like you're one to talk, you killed people just like me. I don't see you rotting away in a jail cell... hell ain't you trying to turn a new leaf or somethin'!?" There was something sickening about the idea that he was trying to play both sides. "What? Got tired of crushing people in cages? Splattering them like bugs underneath your shoe!? Fucking flip-floppers like you fuckin' piss me off!" He could've mildly respected the guy if he at least kept at it. But if he was going to be playing hero then this guy wasn't worth shit. His eye's glared at him as baleful red anger swirled through his veins. "Alright new meat, time to prove your worth and help me kick this guys ass! Like hell, I'm having this bastard on my ship just when I got out of prison! And no way in hell he draggin' be back in there!" There was at least the benefit that they were playing on his turf now. Red lights began to blare in Kull's room as Five Security drones stormed through, locking onto Mercutio. "Looks like security is here." He said before he lunged over towards Mercutio, his talons reaching for Mercutio's throat. The Security Drones began firing weak bullets towards Mercutio's position as Kull moved in to strike. "GET HIM!" He cried out with a ferocious roar that echoed through the airship. If people weren't alerted to an intruder yet, it wouldn't take long for them to find out. Summary Techs & LP
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| Prophet Misfit | Jun 8 2017, 12:51 AM Post #2 |
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With Kull accepting him into his ranks, Dante wasn't quite sure how he felt. On one end the option to get dropped off somewhere was nice, but there was the worry of them being literal with the "drop off" part of all that. Then there was Cyril making a comment about dropping them off himself, which simply got a slight side eye from Dante. Out of the two, he was worried more so about Kull than anything, but Cyril? He felt he could possibly handle himself well in a fight if it came to it, not that he wanted it to. Besides, as of late, his fights always end with someone dying. Getting himself killed or possibly killing one of their members wasn't something he felt like dealing with at a time such as this. He had a good idea as to how Kull reacted when it was one of his own being hurt, so he didn't want that sort of wrath being directed his way at a time such as this. He could go into what the other end meant, but it honestly felt like a waste either way. He was a wanted man either way, at least with this one he was a wanted man a part of a crew. Not something he ever saw himself saying, but it has actually happened. He really wasn't the type to ride with a pack or interact with others other than necessity. As it stands, this relationship was the latter, but it felt a lot different for some reason. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but it should come to him sooner or later. Well, save myself from possibly dying here, now I can go and relax. At this point, Kull had already ordered to send him and the other boy to their living space. Words Dante were happy to hear, at least, until Mercutio showed up out of nowhere. In an instant, shit went from calm to confusing. Kull stood toe to toe with another man with red hair. The fellow was familiar, honestly, Dante he may have seen his picture somewhere. He wasn't too clear on what type of relationship he had with Kull, but it was not a good thing. Something that was evident the moment Kull charged and ordered them all to attack the bastard. Shit, now I have to because I will have to "prove" myself, for fuck sakes. He thought while looking around the room. There wasn't anything around he could actually use at the moment, but he was going to try and figure out something that could work in Kull's favor. Getting an idea, he moved in a bit closer and dropped to a knee. Placing both hands on the ground, he waited until Kull was within arms width of Mercutio before his skin began pulsating. Vibrations would surge along the ground where they all stand. The technique could have possibly thrown off Kull, but with him being as close as he was, there was a chance the attack could still land. As for Mercutio, he had hoped the vibrations would have thrown him off enough for Kull or the bullets to hit him. "HERE I GO!" Techniques and LP
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| Neharo | Jun 10 2017, 09:34 PM Post #3 |
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"Kiba-kun, stay in here and get some rest. Remote is on the underside shelf of the coffee table. Tea is on the hot-pad. When I get back we can talk." This would have been sage advice to follow. However, due to motion sickness caused by Mercutio's teleporting house transporting them halfway around the world in an instant, or possibly being stunned by the revelation that such a feat was possible and had happened, Gjöll did not heed this advice and instead held onto Mercutio's back. Whether Mercutio was too preoccupied with Oni's presence to notice the boy or simply did not give a fuck, was also a mystery to Gjöll. He remained silent during the trip, reviewing the events of the day in his head. He had escaped from a temporary prison cell in DC. Gotten completely lost in said prison. Met a mysterious lady in green, who may have/may not left him with the mysterious orb that he found in his pocket. Was almost killed by a monstrous behemoth. Watched as Mercutio and Kagetora re-imprisoned said monstrous behemoth. Finally, he was transported half way across the world by a fucking house and was now on the back of a man he met earlier today, surrounded by villans on an air ship, floating above Japan. The story is so fucking ridiculous he couldn't help it when he accidentally spoke his thoughts out loud. "What the fuck is going on in the world?" Edited by Neharo, Jun 10 2017, 09:39 PM.
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| Reggie | Jun 10 2017, 11:33 PM Post #4 |
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"Oh, Kiba-kun. Ya think I would have seen you... Man, you don't weigh anything at all..." he chuckled along ironically. Mercutio pondered for a moment as to the best way to explain himself to the confused boy, but Kull's wails were cause for concern and he left not another moment wasted. With quick movements, Mercutio slung the boy from his back to his front. Merc then used his own body like a security blanket and his arms like a shield. Bullets began to pelt him as he held tight, protecting Gjoll with a ducked head so that his hair shadowed his face and as the bullets hit him more and more, the crimson energy that was normal around him grew smaller and small. It was then that Dante used his ability as an odd ringing resonated from his watch like a phone call was being had. Laughter would grow as crimson swirled violently, with an almost sentient anger embodying it. Crimson cloaked over his left, limp arm as it was brought back to life. It wrapped around the back of Gjoll's neck hard and with a quick touch, it was more of a slap an grab, than a touch, but as he did he spoke, "You are right, we aren't too different; you and I, but nor is the line between genius and the clinically-insane." he laughed, his words grew louder and louder as he spoke and it would be now that Mercutio's slap would make itself known in more ways then one. The minor pain that resonated over Gjoll's neck would burst with burning heat before his body super charged itself without Gjoll warranting thanks to Mercutio. A rush of energy quickly consumed Gjoll, shrouding his body in a crimson cloak as Mercutio's arm dangled lazily once more at his side as he stood unmoved from Dante's attack. Smart move on Dante's part, however Mercutio if he could help it always was walking on his own 'ground'. Mercutio waited for Kull and his accomplices approach before he set the boy down, and bite his thumb after remember what the little Beast said earlier when they spoke: 'Blah, blah, Kiba, blah, blood make angry, blah, blah.' Mercutio thought it would be good time to test this statement out and smeared a bit of blood on the kid, before grabbing his light ass with one hand by the scruff of his mop head and chucking him towards Kull like a projectile. Dante looked like he didn't seem to know who he was and Mercutio took the softest offense to the comment and figured mind games would be fun, however if they were following Kull how effective would it be? "He is sending you like fodder to death,or cattle to the slaughter. Do you really think I'd stand here against an army unless I knew I could" he cackled loudly with a pompous scoff as his feet touched down, his Geppou finally deactivating. "You were all only successful..." he said as he braced himself for impact, one arm up in a guarded stance as his hand began to glow red. 'Well, at least I will be able to see how well I heal after this... ideally.' he thought to himself, causing a genuine smile to creep across his lips to replace the mad gaze he wore previously, but the words that followed were nothing to ignore. "I've stared long enough into the belly of the beast, straight into the heart of darkness, until I saw something staring back... do you know what I saw staring back at me?" he asked, as they were now steps from him, "A Crimson King." he murmured, quieter than the rest of his words that he had spoken since he first stepped within the proximity of their air-space. His words would fall on deaf ears... "...Wither." he said with a pained tone. Mercutio only said that when he was about to put an end to someone. His right arm swung forward with an outward facing palm as crimson appeared to gather within it. "Kaioken.." he muttered annoyed, worry tainting every thought with every moment he stood here as he began to question himself, 'Was this wise?' as bloody crimson tones darkened the energy around him and heat radiated off his body. Techs, Stats & LP |
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| Mod Bot | Jun 11 2017, 02:59 AM Post #5 |
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Star Lord Request Roll: 1: A purple vortex appears, and a Trench-coat angelically falls from the portal and land on Mercutio's shoulders as though it was bequeathed upon him. 2: An Insta-Reply appears in Mercutio's inbox saying that says Star Lord is away and to have Mercutio call him tomorrow. 3: A gift box manifests in your hands, inside which holds a brand new crimson trench-coat. C-Rank Crimson Trench-Coat with two-free effect slots. 4: Something will magically be thrown at your back, it's a bundle. When it's picked up, it's a bow wrapped around Star Lord's actual gear, battle-worn and bloodied. A note attached says, "I got yo back, Bro. GET IT! Hope this helps." (B-Rank Material|| Effect 1: Impervious to heat and fire based damage up to B-Rank || Effect 2: Time-Space Insta-chill Cup Holder... it never spills... somehow. [result]4&4,1d4,0,4&1d4[/result] |
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| ZetaAzuel | Jun 13 2017, 05:09 AM Post #6 |
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Well, it seemed that some of his would be troops had either hesitated or fleeing the ensuing chaos. He'd have to make sure to give them what for when everything here died down. When he demanded loyalty he expected his when he wanted fighters to fight with him, he expected them to shred blood just like he did. Well at least one of the new goons around was pulling his weight, maybe there'd be hope for him after all. After the bullets whizzed through the air they began to maneuver themselves around Mercutio and his accompanied guest as they reloaded their weapon systems. Then without warning began to fire another barrage of bullets at Mercutio. "Will ya just shut up!? You're just a damn coward!" Kull roared as he couldn't stand listening to any more of Mercutio's idiotic ramblings. Who the fuck cared about the difference between a genius and an insane person if they both killed. Did this guy think so highly of himself that he figured himself different than him!? And now he was bringing on more assholes and guess onto his ship!? Like hell, he was going to let that stand without going punished. "GET THE HELL OFF MY DAMN SHIP!" His mouth glowed with a violent red as smoke began to froth from his jaws as Gjöll was tossed at him. His talons preparing to grab and latch onto the projectile tossed at him before his mouth would open up, revealing a fiery hell before he would clamp down his enraged teeth into the flesh of the fool tossed at him. Assuming he was able to get his flaming teeth into the flesh he would bite and tear off whatever chunk of meat he could before slamming the boy into the ground. "I don't care if God himself stared back at you and made you out to be the damn king of the earth. On my ship, you ain't nothing but a flying rat that's about to get punted off!" His heavy breathing trailed with smoke as he glared back at his intruder. The sound of footsteps echoed through the room as a wave of goons and mooks followed the rallying call from before. The reserves had been called in, and the first wave of reinforcements had come to support Kull and the ship in general with whatever strength they could muster. And within that group were Kull's most trusted commanders, Skale, Tank-Shot, and Cyril. "Not one damn second back on this ship and we've got these fuckers already causing mayhem," Skale spoke as he pointed to Mercutio. He knew well enough what the guy was capable of, but at the very least he figured if they were smart with their resources he knew they could overwhelm him with numbers eventually. There wasn't an option for failure, it was either get this guy out of here or go down with the ship. And they paid too much damn money for this ship. "He's really on here? Ugh..." Cyril groaned as she instinctively huddled toward the back. She didn't want to get herself shot in the wings again, or potentially worse. Best to let the fodder do what they do best, and let themselves die for their bloody revelry than for her to be stepping in her own pools of blood. Tank-Shot however, seemed to be the most willing to get involved as he leaped right into battle, the black mark upon his shoulder emboldening him to leap right at Mercutio with no fear for his own safety. Usually, the man was level headed, but something else was urging him to get into the fight rather than to stay in the back. "Time for payback after that disrespect you showed back at that bar!" He cried as his fist was aimed right at Mercutio's seemingly injured arm. He didn't seem to care that much that he was fighting dirty, especially considering that this was the guy that turned his commander's bones into a puddle. Summary LP&Tech's Mook Summary
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| Prophet Misfit | Jun 13 2017, 07:44 AM Post #7 |
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A moment of realization came once Dante realized his effects were all for naught. No one in the room happened to actually be affected by what he was doing, which left him lost. Just what exactly did Kull expect from him? They were obviously dealing with someone that was capable of handling himself against an entire horde of armed men, so what exactly were they going to do? From what he has recognized, Kull was the only one strong enough to deal with the Crimson bastard and he doubts even that was enough. Crimson colored powers and abilities... There is something familiar about this bastard, but I can't quite put my finger on it... Not that it matters, I can tell he's bad news just by the way he was acting. Who exactly is the brat with him, though? At this point, Dante had already backed away once he saw his quirk not being able to effect their enemies. As it stands, he did his job to assist Kull, he had hoped it was enough of a pass for being let on the ship. Thankful or not, Dante wasn't about to risk his life for something like this. If things were going to be like this, he should have just stayed in the prison at this point. "Just what in the hell kind of bad luck do these guys have... Back to back issues... Couldn't even take a nap." Muttering under his breath, he watched as Mercutio surrounded himself with crimson red aura. Realizing things were getting intense, he began to slowly distance himself from the two without being noticed. At that moment, Kull's horde would rush in guns blazing as they set them off in the direction of Mercutio. Moving towards the door, he kept behind them all, figuring if things were to escalate, he at least had a way out. Besides, unless armed with a gun, there wasn't shit he could do at this point. At this point it is best I stay behind and watch from afar. Whatever happens, I am ready to head out of the dodge the moment I have an opening. As it stands, I am fine with assisting Kull, but only if there was an opening worth acting on. |
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| Oirarana | Jun 13 2017, 08:54 AM Post #8 |
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The weird arrival of the strange man hadn't gone ignored by Ciaran, but instead of attacking head on like he might have previously the young man pulled himself back up onto the support beam and moved into the shadows of the room as his mask formed over his face, the androgynous horned face disguising his appearance from the intruder before the man had even fully materialised. Considering the fact that he was standing on a support beam some six feet above Kull's head, he didn't expect to be easily noticed. The question of course was who was this man, and how should they react to his presence. Well, actually, he didn't really care about the former question, and the latter was answered as Kull ordered the attack. Taking advantage of the chaos that was going on beneath him, Ciaran extruded his bone tail out of his lower spine and used it to pull himself along the various metal support beams that ran along the roof of the room, keeping to the shadows in an attempt to remain out of view. Humans so rarely looked up, and with the fuss that Kull and the others were causing, his small form hard to see amongst the shadows of the rafters. Settling on a metal beam above and behind the intruder, Ciaran allowed his sharp tail of bone to tense, his crimson gaze watching and waiting carefully as he looked to see what sort of opening he would get, because he'd only have one chance before he was detected. When Tank Shot leapt at the man, he attacked as well, his body tensing as he gripped the beam with fingers and toes, the long, sharp bone appendage releasing like a coiled spring as the razor sharp and pointed tip headed directly for Mercutio's back. If he had been dealing with a weaker foe, he would have expected such a blow to pierce through ribcage and heart, instantly killing his target, however he knew that this man was not nearly so easily weakened. Still, he couldn't just do nothing. He hoped that he had timed the attack right, and that the events going on approximately 16 feet below him would keep the man with the red aura suitably distracted so that Ciaran's blow caught him unaware. It probably wouldn't kill him, but it might provide an opening, create a chink in the armour, or provide some other benefit to their attempts to remove the intruder from their (very expensive) airship. He had bled and killed to get this thing, he wasn't going to let some crimson fucker ruin that. If he hadn't been so focused on making sure that he was ready to react to whatever the man did, he might have had time to be glad Lazarus wasn't getting caught up in all this. The creature would have ended up dead fighting this intruder. ||| Stats Techniques Limit
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| Psycho | Jun 13 2017, 01:51 PM Post #9 |
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"Nnnnggghh...." Alexander groaned as the crimson energy flushed through his body. The cleansing, purging feeling soothed him like a hot shower after a long day, and his body soon relaxed. The damage done to his legs was already repaired, his fractured bones refused and his muscles pulled back into place. The power of Sloth, arguably his strongest ability, at work. Everything was so loud, though... he hated it. Turning his head down towards the floor and covering it with his arms like a stubborn child not wanting to wake up, Alexander continued to sleep, unaware of what was going on. In his dream like state he could hear bits and pieces of what was happening, something loud, someone angry. But he was too damned tired to really care. Right now, all he wanted to do was sleep and recover. After all, what else does one sleep for? [Alexander is still asleep at S+ Stamina, unable to be awoken due to Sloth. LP: 20/25.] |
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| Neharo | Jun 14 2017, 05:09 AM Post #10 |
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Gjöll winced in pain as the seal on the back of his neck flared up. He felt burning heat erupt from the crimson mark, as wave of strength that would spread across his entire body. Every muscle felt as if it could reach a new limit as if he was now faster, stronger, more sturdy and more in control of his body. The boy was still enjoying the feeling of the newly unlocked power, when he felt the swipe; followed the sensation of warm liquid against his left cheek. His next inward breath would confirm Gjöll's fears and suspicions. Someone, probably Mercutio, had wiped a streak of blood against the side of his cheek. As soon as he caught the scent of it his breathing hitched and pupils dilated. Gjöll could feel the red clawing at the corners of his vision, as he began to lose control to the influence of his quirk. He wasn't sure if the feeling of weightlessness was due to being thrown or due to his consciousness be forced into the passenger seat by his primal instinct. A feral snarl bursts from Gjöll mouth, as he flew forward toward the monstrous Kull. Seeing the oncoming combination of talons, fangs and fire the feral boy used all of his limbs to slightly alter his trajectory and avoid being grabbed by Kull's talons and maw. The feat of borderline feline agility was only possible due to his animal like mutation. Even this was not enough to avoid damage completely. The feral child could feel the heat, as the draconic jaws closed around the hood and back of his sweat shirt, setting it aflame. He also felt the stinging pain from the 3 skin deep slash marks that Kull's talons inflicted across his chest, from the top to the bottom of his rib cage. As Kull moved to slam the boy to the ground, the fibers in his Gjöll's shirt reached their limit. The back of the shirt rips launching the boy and and flaming shirt remains into three of the newly arrived Mooks, roughly 10m away. Gjöll slams into the Mooks, knocking them to the ground,but lands on his hands and feet. Without a moment of hesitation, Gjöll grabs the back of the nearest Mook's head and lifts it slightly before smashing it into the floor of the ship with a sickening crunch. The boy quickly jumps over to the second Mook, who was still on the ground. One powerful strike to the chest breaks multiple ribs and punctures several arteries and a lung, which quickly filled with blood. Gjöll's attention quickly switches to the 3rd Mook, who is just starting to get up, but has not grabbed his weapon. The feral youth grabs the unfortunate man by the neck and lifts him into the air. Gjöll holds him there for a moment, almost as if he enjoyed the poor soul's vain attempts to struggle free, before crushing the man's throat and throwing the corpse aside. The boy lets out a savage howl, as if to show his enjoyment of the carnage. Shedding the flaming remains of his upper garments the boy is not yet aware of the minor burns to his back as he looks for his next prey. Spotting Dante slowing making his way out of the fight, Gjöll leaps toward him using his overwhelming speed to cover the distance in an almost inhuman amount of time. The boy lunges at Dante in an attempt to tackle him to the ground. Techs & LP/Summary |
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| Reggie | Jun 14 2017, 07:29 PM Post #11 |
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Mercutio's sensory abilities were going off the charts and sending him all kinds of information, but what he did catch was Star Lord's package which was chucked at Mercutio's head; however while he did end up catching it, he was distracted him from Ciaran's movements and did notice the bastard on the ceiling. Even omnipresence isn't everything. All the energy signatures were so minuscule and seemingly mixed together among the Oni residue that still tainted the skies of Japan. It was in this moment that Mercutio pulled at the bow, assuming it to break, only to find the ribbon to be quite strong and durably, flexible. 'Some ribbon, damn." he muttered, undoing the bow properly to unveil his new Trench-coat which he promptly slung on. This little pause in awareness allowed both Tank-shot and Ciaran to get within the striking distance of him.His arrogance wanted laugh it off, but they were more powerful than they appeared if Kull ran with them, and in this state Mercutio wasn't ready for too many more direct hits, so he had to be choosy. The hot, blood red aura around him faded as he swiveled his center of mass to a lower stance as the pain his arm bitched at his sense of logic and reason to stop. It was only when Tank-shot was this close that he could see the darkness inside him that differed from the last and assumed it to follow under what happened to Kagetora, but it wasn't a seal it was like an infection of their bodily energy. Suddenly, the shifting energy he picked up on made him realize, he had been surrounded. '...time to fix it fast.' "...and you are done running your mouth now." he muttered as he simultaneously moved his top speeds, using his quirk to bolster his speed and agility as much as possible with ribbon in hand. He kicked a few mooks around him and used each as a spring-board to gain a small speed boost, but mostly to get the angle he needed. Mercutio made his last kick, and dash to the left side (Tank's right) while simultaneously taking the length of ribbon he held in both hands and made a large loop which Mercutio would hook and tangle the man's advancing attack. Taking the ribbon like leading reigns of a bull and from behind him, Mercutio would lead Tank's corpse, using it's momentum, to gladly shake hands Ciaran's tail using Tank's chest. "Casualties." he chattered with a smile, "An outcome of cowardice." he trolled, egging Kull on as his hand rose to a defensive position and it was now that Kull could see the glowing of Mercutio's eyes, the pale red emboldened by his quirk and illuminated with fiery, red tones. Gjoll seemed to really be the animal he said which brought a rouge thought to Mercutio's mind, 'Oootoh~ I have to find a way to stop that thing too... fuck.' "How many people have to die when you know I just want to fight you?" he laughed soft-heartily but his intention were serious. Mercutio was here to send Kull back to jail, but maybe it was better to use his jail break to rally the support for villains and it was this thought that made Mercutio change his mind about it all. "You know I could de-wing this bird; so why don't you just be a dear and show me what you got, hmm?" he muttered without emotion. "I want too see how far you have come without hiding behind your expensive, equipment or pathetic toys. Also, is this ship design from an anime, it's so familiar? he lectured before asking with a smirk, pushing Kull's buttons the best he could. Techs, Stats & LP
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| ZetaAzuel | Jun 14 2017, 09:55 PM Post #12 |
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"Looks like we got a wild one on our hands," Skale said as he cautiously watched the wild guy lash out aginst a few of the mooks. "Fiesty, but we gotta pick one of these two to deal with," Cyril responded as she looked at the rampaging beast. "Kind of like a mindless, raging, Kull when you think about it." "Mindless or not, we're not going to just let him run ragged in our ship. Let Kull and the others deal with that asshole and we'll focus on suppressing this one." Skale said as he harried, even more, mooks into the room. It was starting to get cramped, Kull's Room was meant for parties, but with these many mooks inside all fighting, things were going to get cramped soon for all parties. "Cage him!" Skale commanded as he pointed to Gjoll. The security droids immediately began to change their priorities from Mercutio over to the feral beast, firing bullets to surpress the boy as the other mooks moved into position. Three mooks down and out from the terrible lashing from Gjoll's yet the extra hands that were brought over quickly formed themselves around Gjoll, but they weren't a mindless mass. But rather, tensing against one another, pressing into each other to form a wall as they slowly moved in. Even if the wild beast of a man was going to be lashing against them, the sheer number and density of the mooks kept them from simply falling over to a simple dash. "Presenting the Wall of Flesh, now collapse onto him!" Skale ordered with a finger as the mass of goons charged en mass against the feral boy without fear or regard for their personal safety. "They may be weak, but in numbers and dedication they're pretty amazing," Skale stated as he looked at the mass of men. As for Tank-Shot, the blur of Mercutio charging at him was met with joy. He had hoped that the man would give him the honor of going toe-to-toe with him. Unfortunately, rather than an actual fist or blow meeting either of them he was simply hooked back by a ribbon or cloth of some sort. "What the fu-!?" He reached for the cloth, being dragged back as he fought against the momentum. He staggered slightly as he fought against Mercutio's pull. Only midway through the pull did he notice that he was being led to get himself impaled by another horde member's tail. Instinctively he brought his arms up to cover his head and chest as he simply flowed in with the motion. The sharp pain of his arms being impaled sting deep, and he cursed as he pulled his bleeding arms out of the bone construction. "You... damn bastard." Tank-Shot clutched his arms as blood began to stain his skin. He looked ready to go for another attack until he got pushed back and downward by Kull. "Take care of the other kid." He stated as he pointed to the wall of maniacal bodies that were pressuring Gjoll. "But-" "DO IT!" He said as he picked up Tank-Shot and tossed him like a puppy to the side as he looked over at Mercutio. "You... don't fuckin' get it do you!?" Kull said as his fists clenched, the bits of blood from Gjoll's wounds squeezing between his sharpened talons. He lunged at Mercutio, his teeth still ablaze as his mouth spewed flames, both in the literal and figurative manner. "People are drawn to me, they're fanatical about me, they follow me! They live, fight, and die for me!" He ignored the rampaging beast that was running through the ranks of his mooks as he glared at Mercutio's crimson eyes, matching them with the blood red rage of his own. "And their blood is that of courage, so don't talk shit to me when you're the one prancing around like a baby unwilling to fight us with our own damn fists." He raised his fists high and opened his flaming mouth wide as he darted towards Mercutio, but at the last second lashed his tail towards Mercutio's legs. If only he could give the bastard the joy of feeling his own legs crippled. "Or are you the one who's too scared to get his hands dirty again!? Don't want to scare all those fools out there that think you're trying to do right by the world. Maybe that's why you brought that kid over here to die then eh?" LP & Tech's DA MOOKS |
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| Prophet Misfit | Jun 15 2017, 05:26 AM Post #13 |
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There were times where he once wished he had a different quirk than the one he had. While a good quirk, it didn't help him when it came down to the things he needed. Such as right now, a quirk that allowed him to see the future would have been a nice one to have. It would have told him just what he was getting himself into. The decisions he often made were never smart, especially when his art was involved. When he joined this crew, he did it figuring it to be the lesser of two evils. However, giving the circumstances, things weren't as they seem. Mind you, had he rejected the offer to join, the situation would have been no different. The only difference would have been his involvement in this mess you call a fight. He would have been more inclined to leaving rather than wasting time by getting involved. Hell, he might have hopped on one of those pods and had them drop him down somewhere that was much safer than here. They had to be flying over a city by now, right? Hmm, now that he thought about it, nothing was really stopping him from leaving. Kull had an army of people flooding the room as is, which gave him good cover to head out of the room. I never thought I would say I've witnessed a brawl in a flying airship. The fact that we are in this thing gives off bad vibes, especially given the circumstances of this battle. Both Kull and Mercutio are monsters on their on. Now they had to deal with an army of mooks, nearly fifty, along with Kull's four right hands. This is a catastrophe in the making. Weaving his way through the mooks as they came, he kept his head low to avoid any gunshots coming towards his head. Why they were firing so many times in such a small place, he would never know. As he was closing in on the doorway, he looks back to see how everyone was faring. From the looks of it, Mercutio was not alone. He had a primal brat on his hip that was a lot more feral than the normal person should be. The same brat look to have had his eyes on Dante, or so he believed. It wasn't long before he made his way over to where Dante was heading. Why he was aiming for him, he didn't know, but he wasn't going to let the brat keep him here. Just as the boy was about to pounce, bullets would fire and mooks began to strong arm him in hopes of piling on top of him. Dropping to the ground himself, he had to avoid getting caught up in the barrage of bullets as well as getting smothered by bodies. As for the feral brat, all Dante could see of him was the top of his head. With the distance between them being as short as it was, Dante couldn't help to send a few kicks at the brat's head. Serves the punk right for targeting me, the piece of shit. Distancing himself some more, he felt sneaking out at this point would not have been smart. There were eyes on him where he was, which meant he could have been found out. He had to help out any way he could, so he acted similarly to how he did back at the prison. Taking a gun that left the grasp of the original handler, he raised to his feet and aimed it towards the brat just in case he was up to something. |
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| Oirarana | Jun 17 2017, 06:43 AM Post #14 |
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From his place in the rafters, Ciaran was able to keep a close eye on the events going on around him, including the fact that it seemed the man who had infiltrated their ship had managed to detect him after all. It was fast, but not so fast he couldn't follow the man's movements, watching as the crimson cloaked attacker whirled around to counter both himself and Tankshot, pulling the other man around into the path of Ciaran's own attack. For a second he almost wanted to go through with his strike, the drive to potentially impale Tankshot to elminate the taint that he knew clung to the other man thudding within his brain. But Kull had said no. And for some reason Ciaran was compelled to obey. So instead of following through with the attack, he pulled back his tail as best he could limiting the damage done to Tankshot, even as the other man tried to defend himself, limiting the damage that was done to his arms. Part of him was irritated at himself for doing such a thing, because it really would have been better if he just killed Tankshot and saved themselves all the trouble that would come from his corruption, but he just couldn't bring himself to do it. That was unlike him, and it bothered him greatly. With Kull moving in to deal with the overly fast man, and an army of lesser horde members swamping the beserking boy, Ciaran couldn't really see a place for him to join the fray properly, and so instead he moved about the beams to a different position and prepared himself to assist wherever possible, his tail capable of extending far enough to reach either of the intruders, and thus serve to attack, distract, or defend against either of them. Shrouded in the dim light of the support beams, Ciaran waited, watching, for another opportune moment to strike. He didn't want to accidentally kill the wrong person after all. ||| Stats Techniques Limit
Edited by Oirarana, Jun 17 2017, 07:04 AM.
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| Neharo | Jun 19 2017, 01:46 AM Post #15 |
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OOC Gjöll let out a low growl, annoyed by the obstruction of his hunt, as the seemingly endless tide of mooks circled around him. The bolts from the Security Drones' gunfire began to have slightly more of an effect on him, as the seal on the back of his neck faded and crimson aura dispersed. Even his savage alter ego knew that he did not have the endurance to hack and claw his way through all of the men blocking his path. The thought of the carnage that would result from such a brawl appealed to the feral child. However the thought of not being able to revel in destruction or savor the kills, annoyed him far more. While his vision was obstructed by the "wall of the flesh", his senses of smell and hearing were going through sensory overload. The various mechanical smells of the airship were mixed with the smells of the men and burnt clothing fibers. He could smell all of it, would not have been able to point out the source of any of it. Though he he couldn't process the full meaning any of it the moment he also heard the other events around the room. Mercutio's provocative verbal stabs, Kull's enraged rebuttals, Skale's commanding shouts, the various mechanical grinds of the ship, as well as Alexander's sleepy groans, he heard it all. Gjöll's tongue ran along the front of his upper teeth in anticipation of his next move. The muscles in all four of his limbs tensed only a moment before he leapt, not directly at the wall the was blocking him, but upwards on top of it. Gjöll kept moving, immediately shoving off as soon as he made contact with the mooks below him, with all four limbs keeping him balanced. He for a few seconds he bounced across the top of the mass, avoiding the grasping hands, and causing chaos in the ranks. The erratic movements, seemingly in desperation, masked his murderous intent. The each jump had provided a few moments of clear visibility, allowing him to survey the area. In the final jump, Gjöll threw his full power into to his limbs. The feral boy launched himself at full speed, directly at his target, Skale. The position he had chosen to command from had made him a more isolated target, and the man's shouting commands had attracted the boy's attention. Gjöll reaches out to grab his prey and reveals his fangs mid air, preparing a vicious bite that would sever both major arteries in the man's neck and crush his windpipe. Techs & LP/Summary
Edited by Neharo, Jun 19 2017, 01:49 AM.
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