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| Crimson Smoke Fills the Sky; Continuation of Jail Break Thread for Japan; Graded | |
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| Prophet Misfit | Jun 29 2017, 06:35 AM Post #31 |
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When Dante had finally awoken from his slumber, they had already traveled a good deal. He had been asleep for a good number of hours now, so he didn't know what the hell was going on. Upon leaving his tent, he began to walk around the ship some, feeling there had to be something for him to do while on this place. Honestly, situations like this were the worse for the male. He didn't like large groups nor did he take kindly to being unaware of anyone that he was around. As an artist, it was hard to be that when you lack the utensils needed. His camera was back in Tokyo, so he wouldn't actually be able to find solace in his photographs. He didn't even have his cell phone, that was taken upon being apprehended by the cops... He was left without anything that could bring him a moment of joy or put him in a state of solace. "Ugh, I shouldn't have gone to sleep... I heard the other stowaway manage to get one of the flying bikes and took off back to Tokyo. As much as I would love to do the same, the word around the ship is that the air outside almost killed a number of them... I can't leave, I am stuck here, and there isn't anything I can do about it." Muttering to himself along one of the walls, he positions his fingers along his chin before looking to his left and right. I don't know why we are here and I don't trust the crimson colored bastard. Hell, I don't even trust Kull. If push comes to shove I will have to look out for myself and no one else. I will be damn if I am dying here... Not for a bunch of people, I don't even know. Should also keep an eye out for that one broad, her bitchy attitude rubs me the wrong way. |
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| Reggie | Jun 29 2017, 09:48 PM Post #32 |
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Mercutio didn't sleep well the next few days that went on as they traveled; his mind was weighed down by his thoughts running over all he knew again and again about the Dark Continent. Everyday, he would take the information and piece a new plan together, a better way to go about it. Each plan, once nearing completion, would be scrapped and the stress is what lead him to stay up each night; sweating over his stupidity... Sure, Mercutio wished to test Kull and didn't mind getting a nice trinket or two from the island in the process, but he didn't realize how deadly the island truly was... and letting Kull die would be a waste. Furthermore, on their way to the island, to add to the stress, Jonah called with wishes to come back to train... and Mercutio was poor at saying no to his pupils... however, it put him in a position which he may need to choose between the life of Kull over the life of one of Mercutio's own students... and it was causing his heart to break a bit. Furthermore, for his own personal growth, Mercutio couldn't let anything happen to Gjoll... The Crimson King found an odd symbiosis between himself and the feral child... something raw and wild that he just couldn't place. Today was no different as Mercutio's thoughts wandered as always up until a massive source of electrical energy hovered in the air in the direction the ship was headed toward... or was headed toward. The massive, metal airship shook violently as it came to an abrupt halt, all momentum leaving the mass of metal that somehow still stayed in the sky. Mercutio shell was slung on his back like a pack and his crimson, leather jacket brushed against his bare-feet as he stood and moved toward an exit, even though making one was much more fun, the knowledge of air toxic air worried him and saw it his responsibility to take care of. This was when Kull spoke and Mercutio responded quickly, "The further in, the greater the risk and the more grandiose the prizes will be. I am going to the shore line to attempt and set up a HQ on land if possible, from the shaking it feels like we have come into contact with an unseen barrier.. it's energy reminds me of the same person who attacked the prisons, but it's purely electricity... as though he created his own electrical field over the island... this must be why no one can ever find it.. anyway, I digress..." he went on, ranting as Mercutio commonly does. "Gjoll, Jonah, don't let anyone push you around, I'll be back in a moment..." he said, making his way to the outside air. The atmosphere was heavy, and thick as though one was pushing their way through syrup... however there wasn't anything that was toxic that he could tell, at first... he stood in air outside the ship and closed his eyes to concentrate as best he could before picking up on an eerie signature that encompassed the island unlike anything Mercutio has ever seen or come to know.. and while he didn't completely comprehend how it worked, he did see the effect it would have. "I think I can diffuse this..." he muttered as crimson radiated around him like a thin film that tinted the air and while holding it around himself, he took step by step downwards until he touched ground with the sandy beach. To Mercutio surprise, the water and sand were warm to the touch even though the sun didn't shine in the skies nor did he pick up on any heat based energies from below... 'This is truly hell...' he thought to himself, taking a GPS Node from his pocket he had been holding and shoved it into the ground. The plan was to down Kull's ship with a cheeky, Kame House no Justu if it came to it, but luckily Kull went along with what Mercutio wished as he was hoping... a downed ship would have been very messy for Tatooine and Tokyo. Focusing energy into the node, he watched the lights on it glow and he stepped back quickly before watching Kame House appear in the blink of an eye, hidden in a flash of blinding, white light. When Mercutio touched the soft, pale pink door he gave a heavy sigh of relief and began to sprint up to the ship once more to tell of what went on. "What I know is this.." he began, the crimson still radiating around him. "The air is oddly corrosive and the earth is unnaturally warm without reason.. I believe that I have a way to protect the majority from any issues incurred by the islands environment, but your whole crew will not be able to come, they must remain within the area i keep crimson or they will melt before your eyes... or burn, or something... I don't know, nothing happened to me when I went out there. Do you think you are strong enough to do it alone, after all you are, uh... What did the news call you did I hear... Kull teh Fire Breather?" he laughed, teasing his would-be ally. Mercutio grabbed Jonah by his wrist, "Nice new arm, can you make you two of you weightless for me?" he asked, assuming he would do it as he grabbed Gjoll and set out to Kame House. "I will be back if you want my help, Kull!" he laughed softly, knowing full well his comrades would need help if he didn't. Mercutio opened the door to Kame House and tossed the weightless pair of three inside and closed the door, yelling something about being right back and how Rory was in his room. before sprinting off into the air again. 'How the hell did Rory get back inside.. oh wait it was at the school... right.' he laughed to himself, sprinting in a hurry. When he got the chance, he would do his best to write down all the bizarre occurrence that naturally recurred over the hell-scape they would now live on for the foreseeable future. Summary LP & Status |
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| ZetaAzuel | Jun 30 2017, 06:50 AM Post #33 |
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"No shit this place isn't good, it's toxic in the air and reeks of death." Kull wiped his nose before grinning. "Which makes it the perfect place to hunt down some interesting. I already told ya... I can feel it down there! The key to unlocking my potential... whether it's some kinda beast to kill or an item of power... I want it!" His fists clenched up as he glared down at the blighted land. He turned to Ciaran, "It's fine, if things get dicey we pull out. Not like we have to stay here if we don't want to. We have a ship after all." At least they did until the ship suddenly stopped, tossing Kull and many of his men off their feet and onto the ground face first. "What the flying fuck is going on!?" Kull glared back towards the control room. Wondering why the heck their ship stopped. A few seconds later, Pal hurried out of the playing around with some device in his hand. "Ugh... well the good news is that the ship is still functioning. The bad news is that... well, we can't rally get in any closer. Some stuff is messing up with our equipment." Kull raised the young man by his neck shaking him violently. "The hell do you mean you can't get in closer!? THIS IS A GODDAMN AIRSHIP! WE FLY IN THE AIR AND OVERLAND!" He tossed the boy onto the ground. His frustrations and anger welling up with every roadblock seemingly showing up when it did. Fucking black ooze monster coming out of nowhere when he escaped prison, Mercutio and his asshole buddy invading his ship, and now the damn thing can't go over some stupid island. "Oi Kull, calm down, it's nothing that we can control." Skale tried to diffuse the situation as he urged Kull to stay docile. "I'M FUCKING CALM!" He roared back as smoke began to puff from his nostrils. "It's just that I'm tired of everything going wrong! I'm tired of being the loser! I'm sick of the ship going bad!" His raked a claw across his head, scratching against his scales as he looked at the murky darkness. "Can't fly over it, air is toxic as shit for the mooks to go down, I bet our own fucking bikes won't work for some damn reason too I bet huh!?" Pal looked over to Skale, wanting to tell him that probably was the case but didn't want to incur the wrath of the dragon by uttering the truth. Kull grunted as he listened to Mercutio. Only growing more and more frustrated from the words coming from his mouth. "Further in? Coming from the guy that seemingly knows everyone, everywhere, and what they're doing and shit I'm surprised that's all you can give me." He cursed as he looked at the land. At least it made sense to some extent why stuff wasn't working. "Figures..." He mumbled as he watched Mercutio descend into the land. With any luck, the bastard would die from something and he could just leave knowing that the annoying ass would long gone. Of course, that wouldn't happen, cause like always found a way to screw with him. And the bastard summoned a house out of nowhere somehow. A fucking house. "Hey that's pretty coo-" Pal spoke before his mouth was covered by the angry claw of Kull. "Another word and I'll toss you down myself so you can get a better look at the damn HOUSE! THAT CAN BE FUCKING TELEPORTED ONTO THE GROUND!" He roared once more before letting go of Pal's face. It was like this guy was trying to show him up at every instance. "Fuck you, I don't need your help to withstand this bullshit." He looked to his mooks. "You're all staying up here, worst comes to worst and we need to retreat it'll be important that you guys are manning the guns." A quick decision, and frankly he would've hated Mercutio more if he slipped up somewhere and some of his men burned just cause he wasn't careful. Though what pissed him off the most was whatever taunting nickname it was that Mercutio had called him. "Of course I can withstand this." He certainly could, would he want to? He certainly didn't, damn Crimson asshole thought that he was all that just cause he could make some stupid barrier or something. Well, he didn't need him, and he wouldn't let him give charity to him when he didn't ask for it. "If you guys wanna stay close to that asshole fine, but I'm finding my own way." His claws raked against the ship as he began to collect scraps of metal from the hull of the ship. Slowly accumulating a large enough pile before he descended into the ship. His destination, the fuel for the flame canon. He took buckets of the fuel and created a small flame to ignite it as he made himself a makeshift forge. "Like hell... I'll rely on that asshole for my own shit." He took tools to begin hammering away at the scrap metal. He wasn't the craftiest guy on the planet, luckily he didn't have to be. His ship's hull was tough enough to resist the corrosive winds. All he had to do was fashion it into an armor to keep it from affecting him while he was down there. That and taking a filter from the medical bay to keep him from inhaling too many toxic fumes. He wasn't a craftsman, but the resulting... 'armor' if you could call it that, were crudely shaped pieces of metal that fit along Kull's body. Effectively covering him up (enough) to look like some scrapheap guardian of the dumpsters. Even when he left his own men couldn't help but snicker at his ridiculous get up. Though the angry shot, he gave them certainly shut them up. He looked down at the ground as he figured Mercutio would be on his way up. "If the others want to be around your little red circle fine by them, but I don't need your help getting through this. The only 'help' I want from you is guiding the right direction and helping me kill anything that tries to kill either of us." His wings fluttered as he figured simply gliding down would be better then taking one of the hoverbikes or the drop pods. "See you on the bottom." He said as he carefully made his way down to the ground. "Fucking teleporting house bullshit..." He glared at the house, why the hell would anyone need a damn teleporting house? Doesn't that defeat the purpose of it being a house? LP & Tech's & Stuff Scraprage Armor
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| Mod Bot | Jun 30 2017, 09:56 PM Post #34 |
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| Mod Bot | Jun 30 2017, 09:57 PM Post #35 |
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From further inland, emerging from blackened brush moves something that those who have better eyes would be able to see, otherwise it looked much like a purple dot on the horizon. |
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| Ronziggy | Jun 30 2017, 10:18 PM Post #36 |
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With a huge zap Rory was finally back at the Kame house. Late night training and studying was taking its toll on his brain and body. He dropped his bag at the door and slip his shoes off. Rory still didn't understand the shoe custom of Japan. Of course though Mercutio was balls deep weeb and required Rory to do it. An interesting word he had learned, but it for the mad man Mercutio well. He shuffled to the fridge and opened it for his coconut water. Cold and wonderful as always. The taste washed away some of his stress for mid terms coming up. He trodded to his bedroom and flopped on his bed. Looking the walls and ceiling he lived a Spartan lifestyle. Besides the gadgets he forged with friends and his wardrobe it was sparse in here to say the least. Letting his mind wander he thought of home. His old life. Bouncing from house to house. Families only keeping him around for the foster check. Living off bottom tier thrift shops and fourth and fifth generation hand me downs. The last family probably hasn't reported him missing yet either. This Kame house though cooky was a stable place for him. Of course besides Davvy incident. He laid there thinking till he heard the familiar whirl of the teleporter. This time someone wasn't coming, everything was going. Mercutio you bitch where are you! Rory knew only Merc could teleport the whole place so he had to be near by. He crawled out to the living room trying to regain his balance only to see the scarlet haze moving towards him. With a kick Mercutio burst through and tossed people in. Jonas on the ground looked better than when Mercutio took of with him. Some unmatching limbs which was rather strange. The other one he didn't recognize and before Mercutio and he got a weord together he had disappeared. Where you going you monkey! I've got a problem about this sudden teleport. I've got studying to do! Rory frustrated rubber his forehead in frustration. Looking at Jonas he tried to find the words. So Jonas...where you been? Haven't seen you in class and now you show up with some new parts...are those Davvy's parts!? And whos this guy? Edited by Ronziggy, Jun 30 2017, 10:38 PM.
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| Oirarana | Jul 2 2017, 12:00 AM Post #37 |
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Slowly, Ciaran began to extrude bone over himself, eyes screwed up in concentration as the various interlocking plates settled above his skin, attached at key points to his skeletal structure. Soon enough he'd look almost like a humanoid insect covered in a natural (if rough) exoskeleton designed to protect himself from the furies of the elements that seemed to await him. He was about to step out into the rain to test his self made armour, but the man in red appeared and somehow managed to summon.... a house? That was certainly unusual. And it seemed to piss Kull off. Not that Kull getting angry was particularly unusual, but the fact that redman had a teleporting house didn't really seem to be something worth getting worked up about. Granted, considering how annoying redman was, it was likely less to do with the house and more about who it belonged to. Ciaran could both understand and respect that. He knew what it was like being angry at everything just because the person who did the thing was so infuriating. It seemed that Kull was going to be semi-productive in his rage too, as he stormed off and started tearing sections of the ship up to turn into armour. Better the ship than members of the Horde, though the armour definitely left much to be desired in terms of aesthetics. Hmm... maybe he could bug Pal enough to make Kull some proper armour, he bet that the dragon man in full armour would be both impressive to see and amusing to watch in action. But that was a thought for another time. Gazing idly out over the horizon as he stepped out into the toxic air, Ciaran's attention was drawn by movement in the distance. He squinted slightly and moved closer to try and get a better look. Whatever it was, it did not look like any creature he had ever seen before, and while it was definitely something living he couldn't make out enough details to work out what it was. "Something is out there!" he called out to Kull, pointing in the direction of the movement that he had seen, "I don't think it wants to be friends~" With that said he quickly went about disembarking the ship, the bone plates of his impromptu armour protecting him from the worst of the atmosphere, even if they wouldn't really withstand the rigours of combat. But that was alright, he had a more energy intensive armour if that sort of thing was necessary. Limit
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| Reggie | Jul 5 2017, 08:05 AM Post #38 |
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Looks around confused, taken a bit back, but smiles. "Let's just crash for the evening... it's been a long trip. We can game plan tonight and be off in the morning." he instructed once everyone was near the beach. [END] |
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| Mod Bot | Jul 5 2017, 06:30 PM Post #39 |
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Earnings:
Mercutio's Items Kull New Items Comments: Qualifications have been met for WISH. Part 1 of Mission Successful. Dark Continent found and GPS placed. Kull's airship hovering over Japan made people uneasy and it caused many to stir and worry as the Dragon's Horde passed through Tokyo's airspace after only just breaking free from jail. Luckily for you that most pros were busier handling real trouble and reconstruction of the city after break out than to worry about some gravity-defying metal death trap. Mercutio's letter to wish to stop referring to him as "King" due to tackiness HAS been received and WISH acknowledges Mercutio Regalis as Being of Balance: Crimsoul. Notes
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