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| Crimson Smoke Fills the Sky; Continuation of Jail Break Thread for Japan; Graded | |
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| Reggie | Jun 19 2017, 03:29 AM Post #16 |
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A wall of crimson would rise up in front of Skale, catching the beast like boy as he went for his killing blow in order to protect Kull's crew as he took to kicking off the air once more to avoid Kull's sweeping tail. "Hey now! I am not here to fight. I was only making jokes, if I was here to fight... Skale would be dead now." he said, floating the less-rabid Gjöll over top the masses of goons below, avoiding Ciaran at all costs. As this happened, Mercutio pointed up towards the rafters to show he had restrained Gjöll and kept Skale safe. "I just like to play, it's fun to test strengths and you are one of the strongest." he cooed, appealing to his ego. "I have a very nice opportunity to make a good deal of cash, gain a decent set of resources if not find pieces of land to take over. I'd go myself, but numbers is always fun and I thought with you needing to lie low for awhile, maybe going to Australia was best? Erm... I mean the Dark Continent." he said, his shell drifting in from down a hallway before he sat himself inside along with Gjöll still restrained. Mercutio wondered if Kull would ever understand Merc's intentions. Since first seeing Kull in action, chasing down Gavin, his goal was to make Kull the strongest source of villainy in the world and this was in order to keep Heroes true to being Heroes. Fame and fortune seeking fools needed to stay focused in Mercutio's mind, and he was already on the path, so why not give him encouragement and the right motivation? Mercutio took it upon himself to get under Kull's skin to the point that even as a puddle of skin and bone, Kull would still attempt to crawl forward to go for the kill if he could, but not completely throwing caution to the wind. Mercutio believe that this passion. that he helped inspire would, lead to a new gathering of villains to then inspire the next generation of Heroes and so on to keep the world in the bet shape of balance possible. From the small skrimish they have had here, Mercutio thought it was going quiet well and it made him give a genuinely happy smile, maybe even disarming to see when in such a tense situation. In Mercutio's mind, the world in a state where Heroes have defeated all "evil" and is claimed to be a Utopia is purely just re-skinning the world the once had, but now the evils and the enemies of you and yours are the symbols that are supposedly pledged to protect you and when villainy runs supreme, that is one of the purest forms of chaos.... Dystopia. Both equally deadly and toxic to the world. This was Mercutio's philosophy and at the center of that is that innocence, neutral babes that haven't yet made a choice, or the purest and most important to protect in the world... and that was his Baby Sister Mia. "This place is rumored to hold beasts far more terrifying than you or I and forces that supposedly wouldn't even take a scratch from the energy create when our paths cross in battle... and I don't think either one of us likes not being the two at the top?" he continued, feeding Kull's, and his own, ego. "I have heard that the air seemingly drains the life out of those not strong enough to withstand the odd properties about it. People who have lived through experiences of just a bit of the mist say it is like having your flesh burned off, and regrown over and over... however that may feel? As though their very energy is being sapped from their bodies and that is all to say only if the acid rain doesn't manage to eat your craft. The land has scarce resources, however I hear the treasures that it hides are vast. The best part is, history could be made..." he spoke, posing his thoughts carefully to Kull as to bait him in. In all honesty, Mercutio needed him. Being a sensei to D and C-Rank Villain's probably would end up getting him into trouble, but the way Jayden is so kind to him, you'd think he was gay for Mercutio or something. Edited by Reggie, Jun 19 2017, 03:34 AM.
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| Psycho | Jun 19 2017, 04:01 AM Post #17 |
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The sounds kept getting louder. People kept talking, metal kept grinding against metal, and all in all it was pure chaos. "Fuckin'..." Alexander groaned out as a blue energy seemed to leak from his body, his Sloth being purged completely from his form. Raising his arms, he pushed himself off the ground, and eventually into a sitting position, letting out a yawn as his brain jumped into overdrive trying to wake him up. Looking around the room he was in, he could see... he wasn't on the bridge where the fighting was happening. No, in fact, he seemed to be in a storage hold. Looking over to the destruction Oni had caused when he'd "returned" Alexander, he frowned. The only reason he'd survived that was because of Sloth. Anyone else would've died. ... But that begs the question, why did that beast spare him? If he'd wanted Alexander dead he had the perfect opportunity. Alexander shook his head as he stood up to his feet, twisting his back and shaking out the stiffness that Sloth always brought. It was a question for later. Right now he needed to get off this ship. So he turned and walked out the hold door, eventually making his way up to the bridge. When he entered, he saw a very pissed off Kull, a man seething with a red mist-like energy (Who was suspiciously underdressed), and some... feral kid. Being more confused than anything, Alexander decided to move away from the door and watch from one of the corners of the room where nobody was currently aiming. This didn't very much seem to be his fight, but one thing was for certain, he wanted off this damn ship. He just had to wait for an opportunity. [Alexander has purged Sloth from his system. 15/25 LP remaining.] Edited by Psycho, Jun 19 2017, 04:01 AM.
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| ZetaAzuel | Jun 19 2017, 04:54 AM Post #18 |
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Like fanatical madmen, the mass of goons piled upon themselves to block Gjoll even as he moved across their hands as if they were like a bridge. The members worked almost like a hive mind, sharing the same mentality and actions in a fluid motion as they prepared to cover their commander. Though in the end their show was completely ended as both the feral boy and the goons were blocked off by some kind of crimson energy. "Peh, flip flopping all the time I see. Come onto my ship to make me go back to jail, then bothering to try and save my guys like it's going to mean something to me." Kull hissed as he glared at the floating annoyance on his ship. "Everything is some kind of damn joke or riddle with you isn't it!?" Kull's spat at Mercutio. "I ain't playin' no damn games with you! And if you're going to just mess around on my ship after your damn kid kills some of my men and you push another one of mine to near death don't think that I'm playing games with you!" He seemed almost ready to pounce back at him and continue fighting, at least until he began speaking of the Dark Continent. "I ain't trying to lay low for shit. You think that this whole ship was gotten for the sake of bein' subtle? We take a day, maybe two days off to rest and then we're going back to causing havoc across the world." He sneered as he puffed smoke in Mercutio's direction. "What the hell do you care about the Dark Continent for? The only reason I'd ever go to that scrap of land is if there was something there worth taking or looting." The rumors of the place were... tantalizing for sure. But that didn't mean that he'd much rather prefer to plunder cities that he knew of rather than going on a hutch. "I'm not an idiot, I'm not going on a damn suicide mission just to prove myself." though that was arguable as he did tend to lose his temper to the point of fighting futile battles. "If such a damn thing existed though, we'd have seen or heard about it by now. Just a bunch of damn rumors. And... even if such a thing did exist... it wouldn't last long against me. Or at least it won't when I get stronger." He was on the verge of new strength, he could feel it in his veins, the power, the growth the surge of strength that was lying dormant was now only moments away. And it ate at him, like a lizard trying to crack out of its shell... he desperately wanted to release this newfound power. Perhaps this was the last boost he needed before he could let that next boost pour through him. And that was more tantalizing than the promise of being the number one of anything at the moment. He was silent, his fists still balled as the others in the room fell silent and looked to their commander wondering how they would proceed next. "...I could care less about whatever treasures and money lies around. and I'll make my own history for the world to remember by carving it into the earth itself. But... I do have to say the idea of going somewhere this... mystic makes me feel like it's just the catalyst I need." He looked at his arm, it pulsed with energy as he just thought about it. "Ey, you!" Kull pointed to one of the fanatical mooks that had been guarding skale. "Go tell the pilots to set a course for the Dark Continent. And the rest of you clear out... want to say something to this crimson asshole." He stretched his neck as e sent one intimidating glare and all of the mooks followed his order to a T. Once they had all exited he glared at Mercutio. "I don't know what your damn deal is, and frankly I don't really care. But this... 'truce' or peace bullshit... whatever it is... is temporary." He brought a talon across his neck. "The only reason i'm not bringing us both down to like a meteor onto the earth is cause I think this is a chance for me to awaken something in me." He pointed to the door. "Now get the fuck out, this is still my damn room. You can go and fucking find some tent or something to use while we get over there." He moved over to his seat, stepping through the blood like they were just puddles of water as he sighed and rubbed his forehead. "Not out of prison for ten minutes and already back on the move... even dragons need to rest." He closed his eyes wanting to drift off to sleep for the ride. Hopefully, that talk about the corrosive rain was just some rumor. Otherwise, they'd probably have to turn away when they got close. |
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| Prophet Misfit | Jun 19 2017, 06:23 AM Post #19 |
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Things were beginning to take the turn for the odd as the lackey of Mercutio was sent flying up to the ceiling of the room. Watching as the mooks were all restrained by crimson energy, Dante began to question just how strong was this guy? He had never really dealt with anyone like this, he was lucky enough to not have to put up with the dark demon or whatever the hell it that thing was at the prison. In the case of Mercutio, Dante wasn't the one actually facing him, which was good given the fact that nothing he did could work. Breathing a slight sigh of relief, he looks on as nothing more than a spectator at this point. Leaning up against the wall next to the door, he didn't quite bother listening to what was being said, he just wanted this to be over with already. Can't leave because I have to prove that I am a part of whatever this fucking group is, and there isn't shit I can do to this bastard. So what the fuck am I supposed to do? I get myself in some of the worse shit, sometimes... My god, I need to make better life decisions. Distracting himself with his thoughts, he was near overjoyed when he heard that they could finally leave the room. He was the first to make his way out of the room as he made his way anywhere else, but here. With no room for him to actually go to, he waited for the bastard that threatened to throw him off the ship earlier. What was his name again? Cyrill? That was the only one that came to mind. As everyone was clearing out, he turned attention to Cyrill as he left the room as well. There was a strong chance his focus was entirely on what was going on in the room rather than his question, but oh well. "Aye, question. Where is my room? Do I get my own room or what? I don't care, really, I just want to go lay down or something." He expressed while scratching the back of his head. |
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| Neharo | Jun 20 2017, 03:43 AM Post #20 |
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OOC As the wall of crimson energy surrounded him, Gjöll could feel as each of his limbs was restrained. He pulled and thrashed against the bonds to no avail. After only a few seconds of struggling, the feral child felt the all too familiar feeling come over him: he had run out of time. The boy let out a loud blood curdling howl. As the end of the howl died out, Gjöll's human consciousness regained control of his body. After watching his body disobey his commands and go on another rampage, it felt good to be back in control. As his senses returned he became very aware of his weariness from the battle, Every muscle in his body aching, the boy took a moment to catch his breath. The three slashes on his chest still stung like hell, but the bleeding had died down. The burns on his back would probably make sleeping difficult, but they weren't life threatening. The boy waited for the conversation to finish before addressing Mercutio, not wanting to cause any strain on the already very precarious "relationship". "What the hell?!" the boy exclaimed. "Given, this was probably not the worst place to make me go berserk, but a little warning would have been nice. More importantly. Who throws a fucking child at a 10' tall dragon-like gang leader?! Nothing about that statement is OK?!" Gjöll ranted, calming down a bit before continuing."Though, I suppose I should be thankful. It feels a lot better knowing I'm around someone who can restrain me before I hurt someone. I've spent the last year wondering if, I'd ever feel any sense of peace about my quirk, and now, if only a little, I do. So, Thank you." After glancing in the direction of the smoldering remains of his shirt, Gjöll noticed his companion's new coat, which was also the only thing he was wearing. Where the hell did he get that? He wasn't wearing anything when we got here. "It seems we both may need more clothes, any ideas?" After saying the most words he had to the man since they had met, another stupidly obvious realization struck the boy: He still didn't know the man's name. "By the way, my name is Gjöll, nice to meet you!" he said trying to move his hand to shake, forgetting that it was restrained. Techs & LP/Summary
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| Reggie | Jun 21 2017, 07:08 PM Post #21 |
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"With what I know..." he said, the smoke dividing around him as it came in contact with his crimson aura. "You will need me more than you think when we are there, so make sure you consider the options. I don't exaggerate the dangers ahead nor the treasures and renown attainable." he said with a sigh, floating off with Gjoll in tow. "I think it's alright, everything worked out just fine." he said calmly, floating out of earshot of Kull slowly, "Nice to meet you, my name is Mercutio..." he said simply, his face cold in thought. "Also, if it make you feel better." he said, giving a reassuring smile as a door closes shut behind him after passing Alexander. Flicking his wrist, Mercutio carbon-black, long-barrel pistol would manifest as he put the cold barrel to Gjoll's head and squeeze the technique Mercutio held around him slightly. "I can kill you in an instant." he muttered in a coy tone, his eyes fixed on Gjoll, but his senses scanning the area for anyone nearby or who may have followed them. Two mooks entered the hall, the door they came through was that which sealed off the living quarters Kull spoke about and the mess of tents disturbed him. "I am not sleeping in a tent..." he bickered under his breath, rubbing his fingers on the GPS beacons thoughts ran through his mind, 'It's going to be a long two days; hell, the whole trip is most likely going to be a nightmare, but this is all a means to an end.' Mercutio let Gjoll go and turn the barrel of his gun toward one of Kull's mooks, shooting the pair of them, which were walking side by side, in the heads without looking at the group of them to aim. Two bullets, two down. The object wasn't to kill, just knock out. "Go, go. Pick what you want, but these are mine." he said as crimson mist tore the pants freely from one of the mooks bodies and quickly drifted towards him. As he took the pants in hand, he slipped them on. |
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| ZetaAzuel | Jun 22 2017, 12:41 AM Post #22 |
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"Your room? You just joined here and you think that you get your own room?" Cyril pinched Dante's cheek, playfully pulling it before letting it snap back to his face. "That's adorable, no... unless you put up some money and contribute you'll be sleeping in the tents like everyone else." She said as she walked past him and pointed to where most of the mooks were heading. "They're that way, and I'd hurry, the best ones are usually taken first from what I hear." She also turned back to the new... 'guests'. "Same goes for you folks as well... find whatever place you wana stay in." She was glad that she didn't have to go and share a room with these pathetic lots. "And the fact that you're asking me means you need more, I could give less than two shits but you're the one who's coming here to me." Kull retorted back as he yawned. Why did things have to be so damn complicated all things considering? Well, at least he'd be able to get himself a bit of rest for himself after all these commotions. Have a bit of food and wander around the ship to see what it truly had to offer. "Still... feels good to be king." He said before wandering into a deep draconic sleep. The power of something grander still stirring within him. After all the mooks all but cleared out they began to mumble to themselves. Telling stories of prison, exchanging information amongst one another of the changes. It was obvious that some were veterans that had been with Kull since the very beginning, and others were freshly picked and would have to learn the hard way that might made right in their society. To some extent at least. Which was why when Mercutio literally knocked a guy out and took the pants off a few of them they just idly stared at him in confusion and awe. some mumbling to themselves as they cleared away from him, some cursing him to death, others simply not wanting to deal with him. But in the end, all would be well enough as the ship steered itself towards the Dark Continent. No sense of fear or worry among the crew as they simply did their own work duties and slept soundly in their simple tents. |
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| Oirarana | Jun 22 2017, 07:26 AM Post #23 |
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Ciaran had merely watched from on high as the events took place below him, confused and somewhat irritated that he was not going to be allowed to kill anything, especially when his few attempts to stab the beserker boy with his tail were carefully avoided by the red mist guy. He didn't try too hard as it seemed like they were no longer meant to be fighting. He wasn't sure how he felt about that. But it seemed that he wasn't going to get to kill anything this time, and so he hopped down from the support beams, landing lightly on his feet to stare briefly at Mercutio and Gjoll from behind his mask, his tail having disappeared before he dropped down. With a slight shrug he walked off, the various goons parting before him like the red sea, even the newbies stepping out of his way at the prompting of the veterans. He'd shown that lot why it wasn't wise to cross him, and they were willing to pass on the lesson... this time. He wasn't sure exactly where it was they were going, or why, but that didn't bother him as much as Tank Shot's current condition did. He didn't like the infectious look of that wound, and he wasn't going to let the man ruin the airship he had worked so hard to retrieve. Neither him or the crimson energy wielding guy. Or that boy either now that he thought about it... so many people that needed to get the hell off of his ship before he decided to try and slit their throats. Actually, he should probably go and haze the newbies soon too, make sure they didn't get overconfident of their place in the horde. With that in mind he headed for his personal room, making sure that it was thoroughly secured before cleaning himself off and flopping down onto the pile of blankets and pillows that served as his bed. What a day. |
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| Prophet Misfit | Jun 22 2017, 08:34 AM Post #24 |
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The response given should have expected of the woman, Dante had always gotten a bad attitude vibe from the person. Not that he cared when he asked he didn't expect for it to be taken as seriously as it did. At this point, while Cyril had seniority, it didn't spare her from being told to shut the hell up. Given the situation they were currently in, he decided against doing as such. Though, it didn't stop him from responding the best way he knew how. "I never said I expected to get a room, I asked a question. Chill it with the attitude, new or not, I sure as hell am not about to put up with someone's bitching. Now, I will go look for my tent, good night." Normally, Dante did his best to keep his composure in nearly any situation. The only thing that could really piss him off is when someone tried to bark orders and control the things that he did. There was a reason why he was in prison and it was because of him voicing that opinion through his art. If Cyril thought her bitchy attitude was going to get a pass because she was Kull's second or third in command, bitch had another thing coming. Besides, the worse thing that could happen is he has kicked off the ship or killed. As it stands, he didn't quite care, either way, he just wanted to get back to Tokyo so he could get his shit. Heading to where the tents were, he looks around for one that at least looks decent. He wasn't expecting to find anything great, that didn't matter to him. He has slept outside before, a shitty tent had nothing on that. Once he had fine one that was close, he took it before anyone else could. Closing it right after, he laid his head back and stared at the ceiling. Once I get back to Tokyo, I can go and get my camera... Hopefully, no one has found it... I stashed some money away as well, I might have to find a way to America, being a fugitive and all. Luck may grace me with my file being burned in the breakout, but I don't have such luck. I will just have to ride it out here... Biting his bottom lip, he laid to his side and proceeded to go to sleep. |
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| Psycho | Jun 24 2017, 12:06 AM Post #25 |
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Alexander listened as he watched the events unfold. Australia, huh? The Dark Continent. Oh he'd heard the rumors of course. Who hadn't? Ghosts of men roamed the place, and those who entered never returned. Alexander was well aware of that -- he'd sent a few of his goons there himself once to try and get a report of what was happening. Needless to say, they never called back. That was a few years ago. Surely they're dead by now. On one hand, they were his men. His possessions. If that... thing back at the prison had anything to do with Australia, he wanted to take his revenge. His wrath was beginning to bubble to the surface just thinking about it. No. He calmed himself down. He couldn't go running recklessly into danger. He'd nearly just died from doing that same thing -- trying to help save a man who hasn't even paid him yet. Though at this point, Alexander was less concerned about the money more than he was his own skin. He wanted to rule the criminal underworld! And he can't do that if he goes off and dies. So after a quick talk with Kull, he made his way down to the hangar bay. He gave the men there Kulls words (even though they didn't believe him) and promised he'd leave the bike at the appointed destination. Assuming Kull survived. Hopping on one of Kulls flying bikes, the grunts opened the hanger doors and off he blasted, heading back to the mainland of Japan. He was going to need one hell of a drink tonight. [Thread Exit.] [Was given permission by Zeta to offscreen Kull and Alexander talking and agreeing to bolt from the ship on a bike.] |
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| Thane | Jun 24 2017, 06:58 AM Post #26 |
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Everything ached, that was the first thing he would take notice of notice. His body felt lighter, and his bones ached, like he hadn't moved for more than a month or so. He felt restricted, After his first few minutes conscious again he would begin to take note of a few varying differences which was a bit off considering have been attributed to the amount of time he had spent in bed hooked up to an IV instead of his regular intake of actual protein and exercise. He'd reach over to his left arm and hit the two buttons on the green ring, retracting the needle just before tugging the tube going into one of his veins out of his arm. Thereafter he would apply pressure and slowly get up and out from under his covers. At least he wasn't in one of those awful hospital gowns. Once he was up on his feet again, Jonah would stretch Jonah would walk around the school infirmary to test if everything was in working order. The only thing that seemed to be a bit off was his right leg, which for once was not shocking him or zapping him with an electrical feedback every now and then. In fact he could feel how cold the tile floor was with his foot now, which was a little strange at first, but he would pay it no mind. Jonah would head over to the phone hanging on the wall, still fascinated by the fact he now had a fully functioning new leg. Wriggling his toes as he picked the phone off the hook. Jonah wasn't necessarily as hesitant as he should have been to make contact and hopefully teleflorp his way back to the island without so much as a thank you note to the nurse. He felt somewhat inclined to try and make his way home to the island to retrieve his things. He did after all need to find out the fate of the ugly fish monster that had visited the island home. Mercutio would have more accurate answers to that situation, as well as an answer to a far more important question, whether or not he had money for burgers (For sustenance). It was time to make a call. Taking up his cheap, disposable minute-phone, Jonah would dial Mercutio's cell number and wait out the recurring ringing that played in his ear. "..." (Asked to come along, lets go kill an ostrich.) Edited by Thane, Jun 24 2017, 07:02 AM.
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| Neharo | Jun 26 2017, 02:21 AM Post #27 |
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Startled by Mercutio's sudden movements and the increase in pressure on his restraints the boy slightly flinched. Of course the man could kill him in an instant. Gjöll thought to himself. "It seems a bit redundant to bring that up now." the boy vocalized, "I saw you take on that monstrosity in DC." "I never got to ask you before. Why did you take me with you after DC?" The boy asked curiously. Could it really have been something as simple as protecting his outfit from getting dirty? Gjöll thought to himself. I normally can get a pretty good read on people, but this guy is an enigma. Joking to serious, protective to near homicidal, heroic to villainous, he seems to jumps all over the map within moments? The way that he antagonizes Kull, is it just a really morbid sense of humor? The boy's brow furrowed in frustration as he thought about it. As his restraints released, Gjöll felt a little off balance, but caught himself as his feet touched the ground. His leg muscles still ached from the fallout of his quirk. Walking over to the two incapacitated men, he removed both of their shirts. He used one of the shirts as a rag to clean off any blood that had gotten on him during the fight and clean his wounds, before discarding it.Luckily, the smaller of the two mooks was only one size bigger than the boy, so the shirt wasn't that big on him. Trotting to meet back up with Mercutio, Gjöll began to feel his strength returning. "So where do we go now?" the boy asked with a grin, a bit of his childish naivety showing, given the situation. Techs & LP/Summary
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| Reggie | Jun 27 2017, 08:23 PM Post #28 |
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"Well, I wanted to cosplay you as Kiba from Naruto." he said blankly as his phone rang, cutting his words short. "Oh, hold on." A short conversation would be had and he would hang up. "We will talk more later, go find a place to crash I have to go talk to Kull about a few things." eh said, walking away. Time Skip to Island |
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| ZetaAzuel | Jun 28 2017, 02:32 AM Post #29 |
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"Hey Kull, need to talk to ya." Skale spoke out as he wandered into Kull's room. It had been some time since the draconic man had fallen asleep and feasted on meals in his room. Even for a man with high ambitions and a seemingly insatiable bloodlust he certainly needed his time to rest. All the same he needed him to get up so he could prepare for what this... Dark Continent was going to offer them. "Urgh... are we there yet?" Kull tossed off his sheets, along with the bottles of booze and plates of eaten food from his bedside as he scratched his backside. His ears perked up as the sound of soft rain pattered on the Flying Ruin's hull. "Rain huh...? Well, that's a change." He said as he got onto his feet and looked down at his commander. "Well, what's up? We ready to see what's on this dark weird place?" Skale looked up to the ceiling. "That's what I came to talk to you about. This place is... weird to say the least." He motioned for Kull to follow him as he walked through the winding halls. "The air, the rain, all of it around here is toxic. We got most of the mooks and weaker members inside, they're safe enough inside there but if they're outside too long they start coughing up some pretty nasty stuff." Their ventilated airways were pretty good, but it still was a problem. "I see... so we'll just keep the mooks inside and have them man the weaponry," Kull said as he took a step outside to feel how bad the toxic atmosphere was. And it was pretty abrasive, dark, gloomy, kind of like some grave in the sky. "Meh, well if it's only some toxic air we'll be fine." He looked over the land to see the ruins of buildings... "Well I can respect the work that was done here at least," Kull said as he coughed slightly, seemed even he wasn't immune to the effects of the weather. But he it wasn't as though he couldn't recover from it. "Let's round up the others, and keep an eye out for any more bad weather or something." He said as he wandered over through the ship. "Hey, we're here. Mind telling me what you're so interested in that's around here? Just a bunch of rubble, toxic clouds, and rain." Kull said as he called for Mercutio. "And stop bringing more of your damn friends onto my ship!" He growled as he started getting annoyed at the prospect of the guy hauling more and more unneeded help around. "Since you're the guy who wanted to come here I'm guessin' you got an idea as to where the loot is?" Or for Kull, the source of some rather unimaginable power that would boost him to the next level. |
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| Oirarana | Jun 28 2017, 12:18 PM Post #30 |
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Ciaran had not slept soundly, not with the unwelcome intruders that dared to walk the halls and catwalks of the airship. Still, there was little he could do about that for as long as Kull allowed them to stay, as much as it infuriated him. The slowly increasing pressure and tension in the atmosphere certainly hadn't helped him rest, the closer they got to their destination the more oppressive the very air seemed to be around them, and he could feel it tingling in his bones. He had given up on rest as the entered the rainstorm, and instead had parked himself on one of the higher beams that gave him view to the outside world, staring broodingly out at the dark expanse of land that they found themselves floating over. He wasn't sure why they were going to this place really, and he'd rather gut the crimson man and his whelps rather than deal with them, but he wasn't the boss so he just kept to pouting and grumbling to himself. Unsure of just how long he'd been crouching up in the support beams, Ciaran's attention was finally pulled from his brooding as Kull and Skale stalked through the corridors. It was a bit hard to ignore a man as huge as Kull after all, and since the leader of the horde was up and about that meant that things were likely to be happening soon. Sighing softly to himself, Ciaran dropped down behind the duo and padded after them, a thick cloak wrapped around his thin frame as though to protect himself from the nearly toxic air that they were travelling through. It wasn't much in the grand scheme of things, but it was certainly better than nothing. "This place is not good..." he stated obviously as he finally caught up to Skale and Kull. It wasn't that he was afraid, he wasn't sure he could even feel that anymore, it was just a statement of fact. A matter of instinct and experience telling him that their troubles would only increase in this place. He didn't say anything more, not wanting to irritate Kull when the only things he felt he wanted to actually say was the same question that Kull himself had asked of the crimson man. What was here that was so important that he had to drag the Horde into it? |
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