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| Reggie | Dec 5 2017, 04:42 AM Post #1 |
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Mercutio would sit on the beach, watching the bodies of the fighters standing before each other as they remained in a mental deadlock. He watched on in his own way, sensing and feeling out each of the fighter situations as the remaining people looked on. Mercutio knew many question would be asked, and rightfully so. It's not everyday his abilities didn't work as expected, but it wasn't everyday that an extremely unique Transformation quirk falls into his lap. The two users shared the quirk and it was something beyond intrigue. "So, seemingly being the strongest of the group... I think you deserve some questions answered... after everything you've been through..." he said as other orphans wandered around, doing as they wished. Some were building, and using quirks freely to add on to the minimal amount of society Mercutio was able to create. "I had a chance to explain myself to the others. It didn't make it any better that they were faced with extremely loss, but it was what it was. I still feel like you all being alive is a risk, but I also know that some of the greatest people are inspired by tragic and horrific events." he mentioned, explain a bit. Mercutio had explained to the masses that he was to blame for what happened, and he gave his in depth reasoning. He explained in detail to these kids Oni and the Dark Continent, WISH and what Mercutio had know they had done and covered up such as the DC Prison Break. Mercutio gave those kids his life story because he felt the deserved to know who they all hated and why. Many of them still found a bit of hatred, but the older and wiser of the bunches excepted what it was and were just ready to start their new life. On Elysium, they were more free than anywhere in the world. "What happened was a horrible thing..." he said, leading the twin pair into his explanation of it all. "I don't expect you to forgive me, but I would expect you to understand. If you don't that isn't an issue that rest with me, but in you." he muttered, offering them tea that seemingly drifted from out of nowhere. "I will have you know, you are both extremely strong to begin with. Those seals I have put on them, the first step was a flush of the mind, to see who the strongest were. That's when the first and largest batch dropped and sadly a small portion of them soon after took their own lives. I guess my way of life and the life they had live became too much..." Mercutio sipped his tea lightly as a few people began to grasp each-other. "Death is an option by the way, it's not the only way." he added, explaining further, "You know, this is all purely to test people and find out who is who. A test of will and grit for lack of another phrase. I figured after I told you all everything, many of you would feel differently about everything." he muttered, his words growing more stern in tone. "The real reason you're parents are dead, is because of a creature named, Oni." he said, looking back and forth between the two kids even though his eyes didn't see them. "He took my arms, and took my eyes... and I think he wants to take more and more until he has the world." he began before giving the full story he knew to the Fusion Ha Duo. "Questions?" he asked after his dissertation length story. |
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| MyuQQ | Dec 5 2017, 06:21 AM Post #2 |
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![]() Renata waltzed over, reluctantly, as she stood next to Mercutio along the beach. She was still stubborn and could be seen still wearing her Italian rags that were torn asunder, but she had obtained a new tank top. She was angry, not a nudist. She ignored the other Orphans, she was not like them. She had a lot in common with them, given their circumstances, but their hate was watered down compared to hers. She was seething, her lips dry and brittle from the immediate aftershocks of not being able to care for them as she could in her more comfortable life. They were chapped from her gritting her teeth and biting her lip over and over every night from her sleepless rage. She watched the orphans just... standing there, she didn't understand what was going on an the blind executioner began to rise from the beach. She remained quiet, already knowing that Mercutio didn't have much qualms about her outside of an interest in her family. Her stubbornness didn't outweigh her survival as she took a piece of bread she had stuffed in her pocket before taking a silent bite to soothe the chaotic rumblings of her stomach. She listened, his entire story. Oni, the dark continent, his injuries, the bridges connecting some of the gaps were there. When he mentioned the seals, she wondered if one as also on her person, she glanced over her body. She recalled her sister jumping into the flash to protect the white haired sister, but she couldn't remember much before that particular moment. However her mind flashed back when the man known as Mercutio mentioned a test of will and grit, she scoffed lightly thinking low of herself. 'I've never even been in a fight.' her loud thoughts plagued her mind as she began over thinking about what the consequences would be for her lack of combat skill. Her intelligence, plaguing her again as her body and aura went silent, even the wisps of the shore and win would not disturb her for a brief few moments. ![]() Snapping back to reality she remembered she hadn't told him her name so when his spiel was done, she felt that at the very least, "My name is... Renata.. Bellacanto." she stated solemnly before her gaze shifted from the bread to the sand back to his scarred face. "I don't forgive you... I don't know if I can... But..." she whispered lightly to herself before letting out a sigh. "You aren't evil..." she trailed off as if she would say more but then shook her head. She didn't have much to say and unlike some of the others, she hadn't took his clothes yet. Baby steps were needed to assimilate Renata into the fold as she continued looking on to the other Orphans, she looked upon some of them with more contempt than others. However, she couldn't stop shaking even with the bread in her tiny hands. She loved her family and nothing Mercutio said could bring them back, but at least very slightly, she could begin to come to terms with it. Edited by MyuQQ, Dec 5 2017, 06:21 AM.
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| CrabSage | Dec 5 2017, 07:25 AM Post #3 |
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Clinging to her older brother's arm, Rosa stared from behind her sibling at the man known as Mercutio. She was so close to the person that did such a bad thing. As much as Rosa wanted to look away, she couldn't bring herself to. So long as she was looking at him, he wouldn't be able to surprise her. But what would he do the second she turned away? The child's mind raced with questions as her gaze stayed locked on the man. Why didn't he just make her vanish too? Why couldn't she and Negan just be with their parents again? It hurt just to think about. Once she finally closed her eyes the white-haired girl found herself able to turn away. When she opened her eyes, they lingered on the others on the beach. It was strange seeing all of the others taken from Africa just standing around. It was just like when Smokey was asleep at the foot of her bed. Rosa tightened the grip she had on Negan as she realized just how small a chance she had of seeing Smokey, or anyone else she knew again. As Mercutio began to speak, Rosa turned back to him slowly. Most of the information went over her read, but Rosa tried to absorb it all. Somewhere in all the information, there had to be a way to get everything back. If the others were all in some kind of dream place, maybe this whole day was? Oni, WISH, the Dark Continent, none of that mattered. He talked and talked, but what happened in Africa was all the proof Rosa needed that Mercutio wasn't really a hero. If this Oni person was so strong then why didn't he have the world already? All the young girl cared about now was keeping her brother and trying to find a way to undo the past few days. Even as thirsty as she was, the girl turned away from the floating cup of tea. Drinking or eating anything this person gave them could be a trap of some kind. All the compliments were probably the same, but she did remember her doctors saying her quirk was quite something. No! No, he has to be lying! You can't trust him after what happened. If you do he'll take Negan away too. But he can't have him. Just the thought of losing her brother made Rosa tighten her grip even more. Stretching her rubbery arms she wrapped both around them around the torso of Negan. The only way she was letting go was if someone made her. Looking back over to the source of her fear and hatred, Rosa's eyes noticed another person standing next to him. Another girl with white hair? Why is she so close to him? I bet he ruined her life too. Wait, she doesn't think he is evil? As she thought, the white-haired child tilted her head to one side. How couldn't she seem him for the villain he really was? Rosa felt sick to her stomach as she nearly opened her mouth to say something. She didn't know what it was, but the idea of talking out loud to anyone besides Kegan made her stomach churn. It wasn't like she could trust anything from that man's mouth. But maybe he'd be like one of the bad guys on TV and say the whole plan if she asked the right things. Stretching her neck, the younger sibling rested her head on the older's shoulder. In a hushed tone to try and keep anyone else from hearing she gave her brother a list of questions to ask on her behalf. "Umm, ask him when we can go home. And why does he think we're so strong? Oh, and will we have to get a weird mark too? And... and why did he have to do it?" The final question ended with Rosa letting her neck stretch back to normal length and tears starting to form in her eyes. |
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| Will | Dec 5 2017, 05:23 PM Post #4 |
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Negan stood still, his sister clinging to his arm while he stared at Mercutio. He kept her close to him. He had already lost his parents and he was going to make sure he didn't lose his sister as well. listening to what the man had to say he held onto his sisters hand tightly, unsure of whether or not to trust the man. The things that Mercutio was saying seemed almost too absurd for Negan to believe. He was meant to believe that some evil creature was behind the death of his parents? His eyes narrowed as he stared down at the sand, deep in thought. The longer he thought about it the more he believed Mercutio. Why did things have to be so complicated? Five minutes ago he was seething with rage aimed towards Mercutio but now he didn't know what to think. He wanted to stay mad at the man but the anger just wasn't there. By no means did he like the guy but he seemed like somebody with no reason to lie about something like this. Looking down at his sister, Negan decided he would do anything to keep her alive and if that meant trusting Mercutio then he would trust him without hesitation. Besides, if Mercutio wanted them dead then they already would be. Negan felt his sister's arms around his waist. She was hugging him tighter than usual which lead him to believe she was distressed about something. He tried his best to give her a brave smile as he patted her head reassuringly. "It'll all be okay Rosa." He whispered to her softly. "I think we can trust this guy despite all he has done." He looked back to Mercutio. He couldn't bring himself to hate this man but he sure as hell didn't like him. That Oni creature may have been the reason for the death of his parents but as far as he was concerned Mercutio was the one who delivered the killing blow which made him just as responsible. His sister started to whisper something in his ear. He leaned in so that he could hear her better and then nodded once she finished. Apparently there was a couple questions she wanted him to ask. This confused him slightly as normally his sister would be more then capable of asking those questions herself. He felt sad, thinking about how this whole thing had affected his poor sister. Negan made a mental note to talk to her about how she felt. He didn't want her to keep anything repressed. "Uhm...my sister would like to know when we can go home?" He said hesitantly. "She'd also like to know why you think we're so powerful. To tell you the truth, I don't really think myself to be all that strong." He decided to ask the other two question once Mercutio had answered his first two. He didn't feel like it was necessary to overwhelm the man with too many questions at once. Looking down at his sister once more, he frowned. He could see tears forming in her eyes which made him really depressed. It wasn't fair that she had to experience all of this and that made Negan angry. He wasn't angry at Mercutio but at the world. How could a little girl be forced to withstand such hardship? Negan held his sister close, making sure not to let go until she had calmed down. Negan decided that he had a question for the crimson man. "You said you wanted to test everyone, correct?" He said, a bit of sadness creeping into his voice."If we prove ourselves to you what happens after that?"
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| Reggie | Dec 5 2017, 08:15 PM Post #5 |
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Mercutio smiled and began to pour tea into cups that came from every other direction, the cups appeared to be crimson in look as though Mercutio was had to use kinetic energy as a housing for everything. He was strong enough to do it now, but it was such a strain for something rather, naive and meaningless. "Many questions, many questions indeed and good ones at that." he nodded, taking a few sips ideally from his tea without worrying about holding it up with his hand. The others around him would be able to set the tea basically anywhere they liked as Mercutio was manipulating the area is it were. "I'd reluctantly say to your first question, her question, that you better start making this your new home... for now at least. I don't trust any of you, and many of you are blinded by emotions. There was a lot that went on that day and I don't expect anyone to be okay with any of it, but how we carry on and move forward after this event speaks louder than any scream or statement." he said, shaking his head as he would light up a joint. His right arm brought out from beneath his cloak the smoke, and when it hit his lips, it sparked an ember'ed-cherry near instantaneously. "And I know you are all powerful, because you are alive... and well, more so... I see it." he said, alluding to his ability to perceive auras. "You see, you both were most likely feared by your parents. Your quirk is bizarre and fascinating. It breaks a lot of what we currently understand about quirks and with that fear was brought through uncertainty. If you could see what I see, you would understand. You see, I let you kids live, because the force of the initial blast from that day in Africa... the pressure alone should have killed you, so the fact you are taking in air is a miracle." he went on, his words and speech becoming more relaxed and friendly. "You see, none of you will die unless one of you wishes to kill. I am testing their moral compass." he chuckled, coughing a little with his exhale of smoke. "In the end you all should live, mostly, and well, you'll build a new life, some of you will be given opportunities that others do not, but in the end... the life you knew and the life you are about to live on living are no where near the same." he muttered, suggesting that Mercutio would keep them on the Isle of Alana. "Balance will have it in the end and the truer choice will reveal itself. I don't live to far in the future, it makes keeping things unbiased hard when you plot and plan out your methodology and actions before you have a chance to perceive and understand." Between hits and sips he would speak, but after it all he would end up sighing, staring out now towards the oceans current and tides in a bit of a day dream. "If anything, being here will teach you that the world is a cold, dark place full of cruel people that want nothing more than steady inaction and peace." he muttered, his words most-likely falling on deaf ears as he played with a pair of D-20 die in his right hand. |
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| CrabSage | Dec 6 2017, 12:05 AM Post #6 |
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They were stuck there on the island. Just the two of them with nobody else they knew. Rosa stuck her face into her brother's side to try and dry her tears. She couldn't let herself cry here, not in front of him. The girl slowly composed herself, but her eyes were still red. Trying to get her attention off of what had happened, she turned to the beach again. The view sure was nice, but she'll never be able to think of the place as home. The girl's nose wrinkled as smoke rose into the air. Whatever the man was smoking smelled terrible. Looking back up at her older brother, Rosa tried to whisper to him again. "Umm, Negan? Can you tell him smoking is bad for him? And that it smells bad." Mercutio went on and on about their quirk. She remembered the long talks with doctors across Canada about it, but never what they really said. What he said about letting them live had her curious. Was she really suppose to be dead? And then he talked about the other kids killing each other. There was no way any of them would do that though. Rosa's stomach growled as she looked back and saw the teacups floating around. For how strong the quirk she shared with her brother was supposed to be, all of this was more impressive. Rosa let out a sigh as she sat down on next Negan. She didn't want to let go of him, but her arms were starting to hurt. Her arms laid stretched out on the ground beside her. If Big Bro trusts him is he really that bad? No, it might be a trick. Big Bro always watches out for you, now you gotta do the same for him. Whatever test was thrown her way, she wouldn't let Negan down. She passed plenty of test in school, how hard could anything Mercutio came up with be? Balance was easy, she was good at gymnastics. And her brother could take care of anything cold or dark places with his quirk. Rosa looked back to the man in the middle of all of this. Her eyes focused in on the strange shape in her hands. Springing back to her feet she got on her tiptoes to whisper more to her older brother. "Can you ask him what that weird thing in his hand is? I bet it's some kind of weird thing he is using to control something. Also, does this place have any real food?" |
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| Neharo | Dec 6 2017, 06:18 AM Post #7 |
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Gjöll would take a seat on the beach behind Mercutio, still wearing his matching cloak which was recovered after the"clean-up" of the elections. It was impossible to do anything without being reminded of the gruesome event. While his feral subconscious had allowed him kill without hesitation, it did absolutely nothing to ease the tidal wave of guilt he felt in the days following. He hadn't been able to make eye contact with any of the orphans since their return. After all, with the enormous number of children that were spared at the event, it was only a matter of time before he would meet one whose family he had carved up like livestock. Every time he closed his eyes he found himself reliving the butchery he had committed. At least those who were killed by Mercutio died instantly and probably felt nothing; a fate far better than those who met their end to the fangs and obsidian blades of Gjöll's bloodthirsty rampage. Gjöll looked down at his gauntlets, which were sheathed fully for the first time since he had acquired them on the Dark Continent, checking for the dozenth time they were clean of blood. They had been completely immersed in blood during the "clean-up", which had triggered the mechanism that allowed the talons to be retracted. He finally felt he fully understood the note he found them with. Not only would they be impossible to removed from the wearer, but once extended they would require a significant amount of blood to be spilled before they would retract once more. It was a very ironic weapon for him to wield. It had taken several attempts to finally clean all of the blood from his hair, and he had to throw out and replace all of the clothes that he had taken, except the robe. Even though it had been several days, and the better part of a dozen meals, he also was unable to shake the rusty aftertaste of blood since their return. "...I still feel like you all being alive is a risk..." Of course it was a risk. The sheer number of rescues they had brought back was staggering. Who would have thought that so many people brought their kids to political events? If it had been only a few dozen their would have been much easier to keep track of, but one thousand? It would be a bit of a daunting task for the people of the newly emerging Elysium. It really would come down to how accepting the newcomers were to their situation. Only time would tell how many would lash out. "When the hell did your seals get the ability to do that?" The boy wondered aloud, scratching at the mark on his neck that had laid dormant since the day he had met Mercutio. He would grab one of floating cups of tea and take a few sips in a vain attempt to clear out the aftertaste that haunted him. Gjöll would try to relax at least a little and he listened to Mercutio and watched the orphans who stood in a motionless trance. |
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| Reggie | Dec 6 2017, 05:09 PM Post #8 |
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Mercutio would turn to look at Gjoll and mutter to him, "Eh, yesterday? I have to come up with my own ideas sometimes. Or it would be.... A DRAG! GET IT KIBA-KUN!" he laughed with a balled fist and took a swing at the kid, crimson energy wrapped around Mercutio arm as he would attempt to smash the wave of crimson into the boy playfully. It would send him airborne for sure, but nothing Gjoll couldn't handle. "You jealous your seal isn't as cool?" he laughed, 'standing' in air now, just inches above the ground and it would be then that Mercutio would catch the soft words from the youngest of the bunch. "I know smoking is bad, if I don't help people kill me, who is gonna be able too?" he joked, being a bit narcissistic, but just wanting to act personable. The anxiety and stress of Africa was finally fading since he was able to compartmentalize it all. It was time to help those who hurt just as if not more badly than he did. He had to help the orphans that need help the most, but they all hated him so it was going to be a fruitless process in the end most likely. "And what kind of food do you want?" Edited by Reggie, Dec 6 2017, 05:10 PM.
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| Will | Dec 7 2017, 12:43 AM Post #9 |
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Negan watched silently as Mercutio answered him and Rosa's questions. He scowled once he learned that this would be his new home. The news was very disheartening and it made him want to yell out in frustration. All hope that he previously had was diminished, replaced by the sad realization that he would probably never get to go home. Despite how he felt he just nodded silently, making sure not to say anything that might endanger him or his sister. Sure the crimson guy hadn't killed them yet but he struck Negan as the kind that didn't need much provocation to kill. His mind jolted back to reality as he felt his sister lean close to him. Trying her best to whisper, she asked him to tell Mercutio that smoking was bad for him. However just before Negan could answer her; Mercutio responded. It seemed that he had heard her request and Negan tensed up, waiting to see how the man would react. He breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing him joke about Rosa's silly statement. Mercutio's attempt at humor did wonders for his nerves. As long as this guy wasn't agitated then Negan could rest easy. Sitting down on the ground, Negan ran a hand through his hair. It had been a while since he'd showered, not having a chance to since the terrible events that transpired in Africa. He figured that as long as he and his sister worked with and not against Mercutio then their odds of living through this might increase dramatically. Thinking of ways to keep his sister safe, he eventually came to the conclusion that as long as they proved themselves to Mercutio they would be fine. Mercutio spoke to Rosa, asking her what food she would like. This prompted Negan to look up from the sand, looking at Mercutio before quickly turning to Rosa to see how she would react. He rested his hand on her shoulder and gave her the bravest smile he could manage. "Go on, Rosa. Tell him what you want." He hoped she would have the proper fortitude to speak to the man. Part of Negan wanted to just answer Mercutio's question for her but another part of him wanted to see if she could speak to somebody else who wasn't him. He hated to think about what his sister was going through, whatever sorrow Negan felt was probably nothing in comparison to what his sister was feeling. "I'm right here with you." He said reassuringly. |
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| MyuQQ | Dec 7 2017, 06:36 PM Post #10 |
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Renata studied the others carefully, not caring if she was caught staring. She didn't quite understand what Mercutio was talking about, nor could she fathom why he was being so jovial and playful. And what was this nonsense about not choosing death? Who in their right mind would choose death. While she had a newfound understanding of him due to him revealing his story, she still felt that this man would forever be an enigma to her. She felt badly for the brother-sister duo. Well, she felt bad for them in different ways, but also jealous. Her own sister had died protecting her from Mercutio’s blast. At least they had each other. But the girl seemed young, and more than that, young-minded for her age. Actually, that was not a fair assessment of the girl, as she seemed to be more painfully shy than anything else, she even had her brother speak for her. How Mercutio managed to hear her last question well enough to answer her before he was told about it by her brother was beyond her. The girl had the whisper of a church mouse. She asked Mercutio what he meant by following their own moral compass and how they could choose something other than death. “Is that not just simple common sense?” she asked, looking around. She needed some more information, and so far it seemed like he was only giving out half and using his backstory as a way to delay her particular questions. Though she had to admit, his backstory was rather compelling. But the answers that he would give her would certainly compel her more. |
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| CrabSage | Dec 8 2017, 03:09 AM Post #11 |
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Rosa's eyes went wide when Mercutio answered her question. Had he been able to hear her the whole time? The girl tried her best to hide behind her brother fully from the robed man. If he could hear her she just wouldn't say anything then. What he did was unforgivable, and now she was stuck here. The only good part was that Negan was still with her, but how long until he was taken away too? Her brother's hand on her shoulder helped to calm the young girl's nerves, but as he spoke she shook her head. Speaking to the man that caused all this could never result in anything good. Rosa closed her eyes tight, trying to think of a way out of this. Those thoughts were distracted almost instantly by the growling of her stomach. Even with the insurance, she wanted to be sure. The white-haired girl grabbed onto her older brother's hand tight. Looking from behind the frame of her brother at Mercutio, she gulped. She could do this. This would be the first step to getting strong so she wasn't a burden on her brother. Looking over at Mercutio, her eyes only looked at his feet. The girl's whole body was quivering, but she had to do this. "Umm, do you have any fruit slices? I'd prefer peaches, but any are good." Her voice was barely above a whisper, but it was actually audible to others around besides Negan. After she spoke the girl hugged her brother tight. You did it! He isn't so scary, but he's still evil. Probably. Rosa was smiling inwardly, but her whole body was still shaking. Maybe Negan and her really could live on this island, far away from Mercutio. She could learn to do all kinds of things if there were books for them. Building a house, cooking, doing laundry. Thinking of the future not being so bad helped Rosa stop shaking so much, but her hands still trembled as they stayed wrapped around her brother tight. |
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| Neharo | Dec 8 2017, 03:35 AM Post #12 |
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Gjöll rolled his eyes at the joke, but was caught off guard by the wave of crimson that formed and lazily slammed into his chest. It would knock the wind out of him as he was launched 5 meters into the air. His robe would add some wind drag, slightly slowing his descent. The boy would refill his lungs with air and use his tail alter his orientation, helping him to land on his feet without injury. "Ya know. One day you're gonna space out and do that do some kid who's not nearly at good at sticking the landing." he teased, still trying to catch his breath slightly. "No, not jealous, just interested in the things you use me as a guinea pig for." And what kind of food do you want? 'Orphans' his subconscious growled in the back of his mind, clearly annoyed that he had put an end it's bloodthirsty rampage when Mercutio had ordered them to spare the children. It had made multiple comments since their return, but all of them were more morbid musings, rather bloodthirsty temptations he had grown accustom to. Gjöll smirked, contemplating sharing the suggestion as a joke. He decided to keep it to himself. The question was obviously not directed at him and it would be very counter productive to use that kind of dark humor around survivors. |
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| Bangkabang | Dec 8 2017, 04:35 PM Post #13 |
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"Eh, yesterday? I have to come up with my own ideas sometimes. Or it would be... A DRAG! GET IT KIBA-KUN!" Weasel would sit not too far away from Mercutio, eyeing down he and his associates as he'd take notes of their dialogue to see what he could work with in terms of direct quotes, having Jiminy walk throughout the sandy beach and take photos of things he found interesting, such as any people who for one, aren't against a few photos, and secondly- stand out. "You jealous your seal isn't as cool?" "Damn- I don't have uh..anything about a seal in my uh-..." Weasel would fiddle and flip through his notepad mumbling to himself, hoping to stumble upon something on 'seals' but no luck. Closing the notepad, he'd brush past his blind interview candidate and blow, moving forwards through the sand hoping to catch a glimpse of the fighters, spotting only a nervous looking girl and a kid that had gotten love tapped into orbit, a hyperbole of course, but still, an odd sight to see. As the kid would fall down gracefully back to the ground, Weasle would move closer to Mercutio, keeping his distance from the children, a bit unnerved by the possibility of being shown first had the power of a child hand chosen by Mercutio's capabilities. "Hm..So, Mercutio. I have a few questions surrounding your thoughts on these...Children and their future as people after the tournament situation- I've been doing my best to listen but I think a big reason as to why I'm so lost is because..well- I don't really know what the end game is."At that, weasel would motion for his associate to return to his side, who would readily shift through the sand- bumping several orphans on his way back without a single word of apologies. "Yeah man? I got some sick shots of a bird over there...But uh- still haven't seen much action." "Shut it Jim- Just start recording when the dialogue picks up- I told you, you could come along but only if you start acting more god damn professional...And stop wasting my film or I'll wring your neck." Weasel and a reluctant Jiminy would both await Mercutio's response, brows raised. Action summary: `Weasel would stand looking up at Mercutio. `He'd inquire merc's hopes for the end goal of the competition. `Jiminy would return to weasel's side and they'd both await merc's reply |
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| BigGuava | Dec 9 2017, 11:44 PM Post #14 |
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Leroy would finally be able to waddle his way towards the rest of the crowd, the first breather he had since he stumbled upon the mass meeting of blank-eyed orphans. There were talks about seals and what not, but the talks went above his head both figuratively and literally. He would make his way to the more energized group and wipe the sweat off his brow before giving a big wave. Whatever solemness that had previously hit him after snapping the neck of the young orphan had surprisingly been washed away. "Well, howdy Big Red. Chil'ren's. Camera guy that snapped a couple pics. Rest y'all, can't say I know who ya are or how to describe ya, but I'm sure glad to meet ya. Name's Leroy, and I figure I'm supposed to be the doctor round here. You could prolly tell, on account of me fixing up that little ol' ant feller and all. The nurses told me to get my feathery butt down here, don't know why. Still don't. Figure someone could tell me before one of them little rascals starts bleedin' again. Leroy would quietly await an answer, his balance constantly shifting from his heels to his toes. He began to use his pants to wipe away the blood on his gloves, the purple material soaking up the red surprisingly well. He was absolutely curious about what was going on, the chicken nurses giving him little forewarning as to what could even possibly occur. If it wasn't for his naturally kind disposition and the pure absurdity of the situation, he'd probably be frightened out of his wits right now. Edited by BigGuava, Dec 9 2017, 11:46 PM.
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| Reggie | Dec 10 2017, 06:39 PM Post #15 |
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"Unfortunate." he would say in response to the scene playing out before him. The girl with the unusual quirk, unknown to him, was physically consuming the body of the unconscious fighter. "I don't think there is any blood over there." he muttered, gesturing as a fruit basket drifted over the water from Mia. "I have lots of fruit.." he said casually dropping it in front of her as another orphan preceded to cut his own arm off. "These kids are crazy." he muttered as the action unfolded. Another person was knocked unconscious and more victors began to turn up. "Do what you can, Goose-guy" he called out before redirecting his attention to the brother and sister pair. "Eventually, we will have many orchards here, the island is extremely new and man-made." he mentioned to the children like that would give a fuck. Right now, he was just trying to distract the best he could. A spider woman tore a section of flesh from the back of another's neck before the both fell incapacitated. "I am calling in the Hens." he said before a wave of crimson tore away from him and rushed towards another building on the island, a hospital where chicken nurses stay. Cause, Fowl Practice is Healthy Practice. A swarm of little chicks, medium to large sized hens tore free from the doors and rushed to the seen to start helping them the best they could. "Oh, thank you that was fast." he said raising a glass. "They are users of the human human quirk. Animals aren't without evolutionary advancement like many seem to have forgotten." he babbled awkwardly, not thinking this would go as it was. It would be then that he would pay attention to Weasel, "I want to make the winners able to do what ever they can in the world. The goal is charity, they already lost so much, plus this isn't anything U.A doesn't do." he laughed before his face went pale and he remembered something. "Weasel, want dirt on U.A?" he said as he began to float a box from Mia to Alana with Gavin's hand-writing scrawled across it reading 'Merc's U.A Bullshit'. Edited by Reggie, Dec 10 2017, 06:57 PM.
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