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| What Is Worth Fighting For?; Derge, Maya, Artemis, Zeak, Demetri, Goose, Guinevere, Roland, Fran, Gab, the Taylor Siblings vs Mercutio | |
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| Prizoner | Dec 16 2017, 02:56 AM Post #31 |
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Fran looked on as the events before her began to unfold in a rather strange fashion. They had all been gathered here for some reason and she had assumed the rest where to be sent off or to rest somewhere else since he offered them not to fight, and yet here comes somebody stupid enough to get involved in this little fight when they were not invited. She understood those who were invited rising up to either prove themselves, or taking this as a chance to try and kill him. However crashing the party not only seemed reckless, but insane. They all should know by now that he was capable of doing things beyond their wildest imagination, even if he claimed his powers to be simple. Let alone he seemed to be heavily injured from before, or at least that is what she believed as the goose came waddling after it. All in all it was a rather strange sight which seemed to end with a display of power from their supposedly blind opponent as he sent the reckless challenger flying in some sort of shell of sand. This confused her a bit considering that his power was supposedly energy control, but the sand did not have any energy that would allow it to move around so much and be utilized in such a fashion. He seemed to be manipulating it by creating kinetic energy and applying it to the sand. Of course as far as she was concerned she just thought he had multiple powers and that moving sand was another power. It just did not seem to relate to his quirk as he described. All that aside he sent the intruder flying with but a single motion. She hoped that Mercutio had used at least some restraint or maybe that the sand around him might be protecting him from the impact, but given what she had seen there was no way of knowing. One moment he was trying to help people the next he was killing them. Trying to understand him was rather difficult, but it was the task that she had set for herself in order to better grasp the greater good and to save all she could along the way. Having one reckless person though was not enough as a woman who seemed to be among the eldest rush in recklessly making some sort of goo. Fran did not even want to know what that goo was, but it seemed she did not need to given how Mercutio batted her away about as easily as he had the other one. This terrified her, not because of how easily he was beating them. She knew he was far beyond their level from the first moment she put eyes on him. No, it was the means by which he had defeated her, Fire! Sure there was lighting there too, but the fire is what brought back bad memories and frightened her. As far as she knew she could only die from having her stuffing destroyed, and she learned this by watching her mother burned. She recoiled at the sight of the flames and rolled back a bit not wanting to get caught in it. She knew he could make lasers which probably could kill her too, but seeing the fire just made it all the more real. As she recalled in fear others were rushing in while some stood back and used their quirks to strike out. So much was happening that she did not even know if she could do anything in this sea of combat. Some charged straight up on him trying to take advantage of his limited limbs. While others shot out projectiles and set up traps. In all honesty Fran was more afraid of them hurting each other than of them hurting Mercutio. In all honesty she believed that making plans with the others would have been the best given she knew nothing of fighting or of taking a life, but that was out the window. Even if they came up with a plan among those that were left out of the fray they would most certainly be interrupted or accidentally blocked by the uncontrollable elements. It was not like she did not feel their pain and anger over having lost somebody they cared for or anything. She also could see how this was maybe their one chance to take their revenge out upon the man. She sympathized with their rage, but running on emotion left them chaotic and unfocused against a foe who would not fall for such a shamble of a strategy. She did not want to kill him like the others though so she decided that she would not attack him. This did not mean that she was just gonna watch or try to help Mercutio by any means. She had decided that since she did not know how to attack then she would just defend or distract. Making sure not to get caught in the variety of attacks that were whizzing around the battle field she kept low to the ground and pushed the ice marbles out of her way. She did not know if they had some use other than tripping on, but she thought better safe than sorry. "I can help! I can protect somebody!" she thought to herself as she made her way closer to mercutio. She was standing at the ready not sure if she would be fast enough to block for anybody, but willing to leap in to defend them with all her might. Still she shook a little afraid that she might be set a blaze like her mother. Despite her fear though she had to stand strong. If not to prove something to Mercutio, then to prove something to herself. That she might be able to keep something safe in these small little clawed arms of hers. She had lost too much to the evil of this world and to Mercutio's greater good. If his greater good lead to so much destruction then she would have to pass this little test of his and strive for the greatest good beside the crimson hero. She honestly did not feel worthy of fighting against or with such talented individuals, but all that went through her mind was her fathers favorite little quote, Stand Firm. That was what she was gonna do even if it costed her everything. Summary
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| Reggie | Dec 17 2017, 03:33 AM Post #32 |
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![]() A grin slowly worked itself in and across Merc's lips slowly like the moon chasing after the sun. His eyes gave off a soft glow and his aura visibly shrank in size as he performed his attack, seeing the disheveled Maya staring back at him. It appeared, Mercutio was actually having fun? His energy was warm and his punches were all pulled. It was like the cares and worries of the world he normally fixated on simply flew away. A few people made their leave as he began tried to flip hair from his face, the small lock tickling at his skin. "Oh, my little Doves." he chuckled with a sigh as he ran his hand through his hair and orbs of light began to drift at him. He'd casually push the thick, black mane over and out of his face before even considering to respond to the slow moving orbs. Mercutio wondered what in the hell these slow moving orbs were meant to do with such little energy put into them. It was almost like a waste for the boy. Finishing his vanity affair and his mind on more than one subject at any given moment, he miss judged a situation as Artemis was sent airborne. Mercutio immediate reaction was to manifest his firearm and it did so in a fashion that appeared seemingly from thin air into his hand. His short, Uchiha-like locks whipped around as he turn his body at an angle just so, pointing the gun at the source of the airborne movement. It all was a bit to late that Mercutio would realized what exactly it was and would, without a second thought, instinctively fire. After realizing what he had done, he phased his gun away as round objects rolled at his feet. 'The fuck, how did she get so high, and the hell are these?' he thought, thankfully not using anything near his full strength, before re-actively asking, "Did someone lose their marbles?" Orbs would float into Mercutio's skin and sound off with a hot 'sizzle' as the impacted his flesh and the pain was negligible; in fact, it made him laugh at loud. 'Maybe I should give a change of pace... it may help.' he told himself before he nodded with a sigh. Before he could speak, a change in the earth below him shifted, 'What part of together do they not get" he thought as annoyance began to build. A stalagmite grew from beneath him, but Mercutio didn't fear it at all, in fact, he used it to his advantage. The sharpened pillar would rise up, and Mercutio would mimic the rising of the rock, by following along, rising his body in air to make it appear as though he was stood, with one foot, balanced on the jagged rock. Disappointment registered now, and it didn't help the growing feelings of irritation and annoyance. "Look, Motherfuckers." he said, not considering the age group he was speaking with and assumed they wouldn't understand, but pushed on speaking anyway. As he spoke, underneath his Akatsuki cloak he was sending Goose-guy a text message to come back, "Uh, I shot one of them. Halp." was all it read. Regardless of that, he pushed on with what he wanted to do. Mercutio's Goal? Simple. Ensure that the world he leaves behind will have the same balance as he found it with. In his eyes, these kids were the future, much like any kid, but when it came to the struggle of good verse evil, more often than not it is found that there is no peace truer than the struggle we already constantly live. This is not because he believes the world can't be helped, but because it's the best and only way to help. A world where Good kills out evil will only brew an evil more difficult to combat than the first, and with the death of Heroes and the rise of Villians. No day outside or inside is a safe day and you'd have to fall asleep every night wondering if you'd actually wake up in the morning. The constant push and pull of the world, the state Mercutio sees now, is just where it needs to be. These children have all suffered a great injustice and they will undoubtedly become a great force in the world someday and that alone, is Mercutio's mission and goal. Ensure tomorrow because the future is today. "I killed everyone that was close to you. I fucking stole you from all you knew and the comfort you held dear. Bloody show me how it makes you feel." he would mutter in an antagonized tone; the way he came off sounded rather aggressive for how 'methodical' he normally is. He continued to speak as the onslaught of abilities sporadically hit him. "Are you all fucking stupid, scared, silly or a deadly combination of the three? You'll never gain my respect or make me shed blood if you hit like that and attack like rabid animals." he explained and coached. "And hiding your attacks from someone who can see beyond you is meaningless, but making each attempt appear to be not as they are is where you'll gain ground." he explained as he drew in his aura tightly against his skin as he would curse. Another trickle attack... 'Luckily they don't have computers anymore, I can't imagine watching these kids attempt to play a MOBA...' he joked to himself internally eluding that their attack pattern is like watching a team fight and having one side trickle in one or two at a time and handily be flayed across the floor. Before he was able to speak further and give a better form of instruction, he was met with another frontal assault and Mercutio would turn to meet the bird person, reaching out with his BARE hand and catching her wing. "OI! None of that." he said before flicking his arm forward, attempting to launch her. towards the water. "NOW!" he began before frustration escaped his lips with an exasperated sigh as Zeak reappeared, which normally Mercutio wouldn't mind, but after Haru's attempt to 'man up' Mercutio was very done with the interruptions. It was no wonder why those he was speaking to didn't comprehend the hell he was saying. Mercutio's anger boiled and his true self came out, "I'll show you, if you live." he remarked back as quickly as the question was asked before taking to the air himself, each step he made giving a 'popping' sound. Moving forward, Merc's right leg engulfed in flames, and like Sanji from his favorite manga series, kicked off the air with one leg while holding the other one up in front of him. Mercutio would match Zaek's gusto, ready to meet the boy's assault. Leaping high into the air, thanks to Geppou, Mercutio started torrential frontward flip that continued over and over rapidly to gain speed. The heat Mercutio gave off was intense, but the fire was mostly for show, the kick is really what mattered. Without another thought, he'd bring the heel of his foot down on the Zaek's head in attempts to pile drive him into the lava rock and sand below. ![]() Mercutio would be just about to the ground when crimson caught underneath his foot and stopped his descent, keeping him hovering just over top the ground. Flames would grow around him, nearly swallowing sight of the crimson man until red, electricity began to spark and crackle, being converted from the fire into the electricity and back again to create quite the show. His aura would expand and grow to encompass them all as he lightly caressed them all with a bit of gravitational force before the force died and was replaced by an ear piercing sound. Mercutio would allow them to see what he could truly do as he rapidly cycled through ever energy type in his repertoire, converting, changing and replacing so fast that they almost appeared all at once. "It's time to get serious.. the time for talk is over." he mentioned, his words stern and his face emotionless, plain and for the most part, unfeeling. "Come as one, or die as many." he said, trying to encourage them to work together. This wasn't because Mercutio had to be fought with odds stacked against him to lose, but because with all the orphans had dealt with recently, with all the change and fear that is around them, helping them create relationships to replace the ones they've lost is key to keeping them, happy. What happened in Africa was horrible, but Mercutio refused to let that accident go into the history books without capitalizing off it or helping maintain balance in the process. Africa was like a reset for the world, a rest Mercutio didn't mean to initiate, but a rest button pressed all the same. Massive Summary
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| Cobdogred | Dec 17 2017, 05:19 AM Post #33 |
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The orbs hit him. Derge couldn't believe that his stupid slow-moving, weak orbs of light had him Merc. The sizzling sound of his flesh was all the confirmation anyone needed. Despite his success, Derge felt like something was wrong. Was his sight guided by sound after all? The results of his experiment seemed to conclude that. There was a feeling in the pit of Derge's stomach, he needed to be cautious. Firing of an attack that would use up his energy would be a dumb move, he knew he had to come for Merc in a unique way. He didn't want for his move to be in vain. Derge was watching closely, not just the effects and results of his attack but also the results in extension the abilities of the other orphans. There were several Derge found to have useful abilities. Their abilities could be used in conjunction with his own using simple strategies, ones that Derge could come up with on the fly. Merc wanted them to attack him together, okay that was fine, Derge was going to gather the people he thought had the best chance of actually landing a solid hit on him. Look, motherfuckers...a small grin spread across Derge's face, the guy was brash and overly straightforward in his speech. I killed everyone that was close to you. I fucking stole you from all you knew and the comfort you held dear. Bloody show me how it makes you feel. Derge ignored most of what Mercutio was saying, it didn't interest him. All the man had done to Derge was kill a man that had molested him most of his life and a family that knew about it and did nothing. There was little the man could say to get Derge's temperature to rise. However the demi-god, red Jesus did irk Derge with his actions. He sent one of the resources Derge had planned on using flying towards a body of water. The fucking bird covered in metal feathers...she was going to drown and at that point, she wouldn't be of use to Derge. "Fucking Christ. Yeah because attacking him directly is going to do any goddamned good." he said as he rocketed towards the beach using his light as a booster. It wouldn't do any good to run at the bird-woman so Derge ran to the place that the bird-woman would be. A strategy used in football all the time, run to where the ball will be, not towards it. As the bird soared towards him, Derge wrapped his arm around the airborne orphan grabbing onto a handful of metal feathers. Derge winced as the metal feathers gouged into his arm and especially his hand that gripped the feathers tightly. Blood flowed from his arm and hand, the cuts were pretty bad. Derge gritted his teeth as and spoke to the woman he had just saved from a potential watery grave. "Don't get the wrong idea. I can't stand losing an asset when I already set my mind on using it." Derge said looked down at the bird-lady. He sat the woman down on the sand and turned his back to her. "Spread your feathers around him when I give you a signal make sure you do plenty and all around him." he said before he took off making use of the same boosters he had used to catch up to her. Derge's next target was the French-speaking female using ice. He watched as Mercutio went for the loud mouth that attacked him from the front, even going as far as announcing his attacks. "Moron" mumbled Derge as he whizzed to the French woman. Derge has traveled enough of the world to pick up a bit of a few languages. One of his favorite things to do was learn words of other languages that were similar to their English counterparts. "Mirror," he said to the girl. It was a word that was practically the same in both languages. Derge then pointed at Merc with one hand while using the other to indicate he wanted the mirrors around the target. As their foe began to speak once more, Derge reached the last person he needed to talk to. Skidding to a halt he ignored the man's words, attack as one or die as many. He was attempting to try something, that could possibly satisfy that request. "You're the one that used the earthen attack correct? I don't need anything powerful or elegant from you in and of itself. I'm going to give a signal that lets certain people know its time go, shortly after they finish their end of it I need you to raise what they scatter around him and surround him with it. If you can manage that I can pull off something truly beautiful." Derge said trying to use the man's flair for the dramatic against him. He had been watching and observing. Summary Edited by Cobdogred, Dec 17 2017, 05:33 AM.
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| Wolf | Dec 17 2017, 05:50 AM Post #34 |
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Act 4: Orphans vs. Mercutio This fight wasn't going to be won with brute force, that was sure. As Mercutio continued to reveal the children were simply raging against the crimson tidal wave, Maya did nothing but watch closely. She didn't think he was arrogant, but he had to be open at some point. She would begin secreting immense amounts of slime not moving from her original position. She saw how easily it was burned and with everyone attacking haphazardly and her own inability to speak English, she understood the only chance they had was forcing him slowly into a corner until they could at the very least hit him. She understood enough of his words to know that there was some sort of 'thing' they were supposed to do. She couldn't fully grasp the division between her fellow orphans and herself, but she knew that she couldn't just sit here defenseless. Despite his movements being fluid, he didn't exercise the same amount of impressive power he did at the elections. It couldn't have been a fluke... could it? Maya had conflicting thoughts going on in her head but she stood up regaining use of her arm after the initial shock. She attempted to manipulate the electrified goo and drew it closer to her, intermixing it with the pool of slime she secreted before submerging it all within the beach and swelling underneath the surface. Mercutio spoke quite a lot but sadly she could not understand the crimson juggernaut. It was time to show her predatory side and continue watching him slowly so she could try and formulate a way to fight them. She was watching her fellow Orphans as well. Battles of quirks was all information based and she had no information on him other than the fact that he saved her from her slavers, she continued to growl lowly while she kept her luminescent eyes on his movements and her own allies, preparing herself to defend or attack or to just provide support. Amidst the chaos, while she was watching Mercutio and preparing a counter-attack against this behemoth of a man, one of the little boys tried speaking out to Maya. She heard the small child and he even spoke very short words that she recognized. She didn't look directly at him but she nodded with her sand covered strands blowing in her face at his words understanding such and already making preparations to attack with her current peers. OOC Summary
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| Will | Dec 17 2017, 06:34 AM Post #35 |
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"We need a plan." Rosa muttered to Negan. He looked down at her and nodded. "I agree, little sister. I just wish we had more people to make a plan with. I don't think any plan with just the two of us will ever work." He stared glumly at all the orphans fighting on their own. Why couldn't they see that this was not a person who could be beaten on one's own? Negan whirled around in surprise upon feeling a hand on his shoulder. He breathed a sigh of relief when he realized that it was just one of the orphans. Apparently this guy wanted to work together with Negan and Rosa, something that Negan hastily agreed to. "I'm sorry for asking this of you but since your quirk is pheromone control... could you distract merc with it and provide me and Rosa an opening to attack? As for my quirk.. I'm capable of making explosions with my sweat. We uh also have a special ability that allows us to....umh lets just say we can combine our powers. We're going to try and attack him when he's distracted by you and when we do I want you to try and get everyone to attack him all at once for a followup attack. I'm sorry if I'm putting a lot of pressure on you by asking this but it's our best shot at keeping him on his toes." "Should we do this now Negan? I don't wanna fight without you. Please." Negan looked down at Rosa and nodded once again. "It's time, little sister." Negan said as he got into position. It had been a while since they'd done this but he was confident that they would get it right. Negan closed his eyes and took a deep breath. This was the time for he and Rosa to show Mercutio that they were better off alive than dead. Moving his hands in a circular motion over his head he met fingertips with Rosa. Before anything happened he balled up his hands into a fist and raised one foot as he threw his arms to the side. Stomping one foot to the ground the boy moved his arms over his head as he touched fingertips with his younger sister. "Ha!" Summary
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| CrabSage | Dec 17 2017, 06:35 AM Post #36 |
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Rosa closed her eyes and gulped. She let her brother talk with the one other that had chosen to work with them as she tried to stop herself from shaking. There wasn't time to focus on what the others were doing, she had to think about herself. It was really time to fight. Others were batted aside like nothing, what would make them any different? You have bro! There's no need to be afraid when he is around. And you can be strong with him too. She reassured herself mentally. Moving her hands in a circular motion over her head, she met fingertips with Negan. But before anything happened she balled up her hands into fist and raised one foot as she threw her arms to the side. Stomping one foot to the ground the girl moved her arms over her head as she touched fingertips with her older brother. "H-Ha!" ----- ![]() In a flash of light, the two shapes became one. Their forms and energy becoming the same. Standing only five feet tall with glowing orange eyes and spiky white hair was one being. The figure stretches their limbs for a few seconds as they gazed at the battlefield. By now Demetri had hopefully done his part to try and hinder their common enemy. A smile formed on their face before starting to run into the conflict themselves. "Let's do this, together!" they shouted in what sounded like two voices at once. Before getting into the hazards and swarm of other orphans, they pointed their hands straight down and crouched. Using the energy of their running and sudden stop, their legs launched the two in one being into the air slightly. From the hands of the being was a series of explosions, launching them even higher in the air to try and get above Mercutio. Turning the skin around their elbows and legs into flaps to try and buy more time in the air, the figure stretched an arm back. With a small smile, the figure threw the pulled back fist at the floating man. "Puuuunch!" But even if Mercutio didn't dodge, the fist wouldn't make impact. Stopping a few inches short of the intended target. Falling quickly to eye level the being stuck their tongue out as the hand by Mercutio erupted in an explosion of fire. Assuming they were able to land, the combined being would keep their legs out as they reached the other side of the battlefield. Springing away from the main target and absorbing the blast thanks to the rubber limbs. We did it! We did it! Did we do good? Do you think the others will be able to take him on thanks to that?" Rosa asked excitedly, her internal thoughts sharing with her older brother. Summary, Techs, LP
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| DwagonKitsune | Dec 17 2017, 06:38 AM Post #37 |
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Despite asking for it, Artemis had never liked it when people picked her up. It always made her feel humiliated, but at the very least the girl who was going to throw her into the air treated it as if it wasn't that important. It probably wasn't, when one looked at it objectively, but people picked up pets and animals. They didn't usually pick up each other, especially if the human was of a smaller than normal stature. The little dragon was grateful for how careful Gabrielle was being. She tucked her wings close, hunching them forward a bit so they were ready for use. Her talons were curled closed as well so that she wouldn't accidentally claw the other. The uncertain look was ignored. Artemis was not good at fighting, that was true, but due to her size being on the ground with such activity going on, being stepped on was a high possibility. Her place was up high, where she'd hopefully have the advantage. As Gabrielle threw the little dragon into the air, Artemis loosened her wings and beat them to gain as much height as possible. She couldn't truly fly, but the extra boost from her wings caused her apex to be high than what a normal teen could've thrown her at. At the height where she started to drop, the little dragon snapped opened her wings and hung in the air, slowly drifting down on the hot wings that pushed up from the sands. Every so often a wind would blow in from the ocean nearby, cutting through the gentle heat and causing the little dragon's flight to wobble and drop. 'I've got to be careful about that' She thought. 'That cold air is unpredictable and if I lose too much height-'"-Guurrak!" Artemis didn't hear the crack of a gun. She thought she had heard someone using their quirks, but was too focused on trying to keep her gliding level that she wasn't paying much attention to the battle below. And then there was pain. No thought, just a stabbing pain that originated from just below her right wing. The bullet that Mercutio had fired his the little dragon in the chest, off on the right side. It had crushed the feathers at the site on impact and possibly cracked a rib or two. The main thing that bothered Artemis at the moment, however, was the fact that every little movement from her wing and foot caused agony to ripple through her. The dragon gritted her teeth and forced her wings to stay open, wanting to keep the height that she had remaining. She could do nothing to heal herself at the moment. The little dragon had no knowledge of such things. But there was something that she could do to at least keep herself in this fight. Artemis gathered as much cool spit in her mouth as she could. She didn't make it bone achingly cold, she didn't want it to hurt. She made it simply cool like crushed mint. Artemis twisted her neck until her head was over her shoulder and dribbled that spit it. It coated her shoulder and down her chest, forming a solid glob. The cold eased the pain and allowed movement, although it still hurt. The numbness traveled from her shoulder down her body, the sun on her back feeling like the only source of heat the little dragon had. Artemis trembled. It was caused by a mix of pain and cold, although if asked Artemis would only acknowledge the cold. The little dragon knew that her combat ability had been greatly reduced, but she wouldn't accept being out of battle. Not now, not after all she had been through. Her original plan had been to strike from above while Mercutio was being distracted by everyone else, but she doubted that she could get close enough. Artemis surveyed the other orphans below her as her height gradually decreased. She may as well help them directly, and waited to see if anyone wanted to make use of her. Summary
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| MCstorm | Dec 17 2017, 07:40 AM Post #38 |
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Zeaks machismo and gusto kept him going , but that would soon change. Mercutio zipped to Zeak before Zeak could get to him. The Mans leg ablaze and gunning right for Zeaks skull. In nearly a moments notice Mercs foot connected with the boys skull sending him straight down smashing his face of the sands, and disable his quirk temporarily. His head would bounce of the sand , and snap backwards. The resulting impact would kick a lot of sand up. This would break Zeaks nose on impact. And for a few brief moments he would lay there on the floor. "Sh-shit". Zeak mumbled to himself as he lay on the floor. Struggling to get to his knees once the light illuminated his face most people would be disgusted. Merc had cracked open his skull, His nose was broken , and his left eye was bleeding. the boy was a bloody mess in the literal sense. My knees, my fucking knees. Zeak thought to himself as he looked at the ongoing action. He brought me to my knees with one fucking hit. I knew he was a monster , but Jesus this guy is in a league of our own. Whats the point then? why did he gather these fuckers here , and not me? Struggling to get to his feat Zeak stumbled a bit. there had to be a point right? If there wasn't he would of killed Zeak right there and then. Zeak wasn't a moron he knew the man had to of held back. What could t be though? Zeak looked around the battle field He saw a numerous amount of people trying to hit him by themselves. Just like he had , the boy couldn't help butt scoff. looks like others were eager to throw away their lives as well. Thats when he heard something going on somewhat close to him. Zeak could not make out the conversation, but he saw two boys , and a girl. Talking, maybe they knew each other what were they discussing? What the boy saw next would help him understand the relationship between one boy and the girl more. They had appeared to become one being. "Huh?" Zeak thought to himself. Maybe I can use them to my advantage. This is the boys twisted sense of team work. He didn't know how strong this new powered up boy was , but he might be the best shot of beating Merc. Well then looks like its time for round two. Zeak watched as the white haired boy charged around Mercs side. Zeak would opt to take the route directly opposite to them. Running at full speed Zeaks head was ringing he most likely had a concussion. However he couldn't let that stop him , not here not now. He needs to push through the pain. As long as he could walk he could fight. The white haired boy Would stop , and launch an explosion. How many tricks did this person have? Was his final question before leaping in the air. Zeaks legs would burst into flames, as his torso would twist to try and connect a kick. Just one Kick, if he could do that Zeak would consider it a victory. Spoiler: click to toggle
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| Casshern | Dec 17 2017, 08:47 AM Post #39 |
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Demetri was not sure what he was expecting from the two at this point, after watching the congo–line of orphans run to attack Mercutio, it seemed even as a group it was pointless to try and touch this beast. The girl stated that her quirk made her body rubber, or at least that was what Demetri took from what she said. Her words were soft and indirect, as she appeared to be keeping her attention focused on her brother. From first impressions, Demetri was not sure how such a meek girl was going to fair in the ongoing battle. Looking to her assumed brother, he seemed much more decisive. Demetri was informed of their ability to combine into one, reaching new levels of strength. It was a gamble and a very slim one at that, but with this newly discovered ability, there was a chance of something happening. Listening to this boy's plan, it seemed that Demetri would end up as a distraction. Looking at what was going on, what could he do that would be any more distracting than what was currently happening. It was an utter cluster of bodies being thrown left and right. "Look, I can release a chemical into the air that should hinder his senses. He said he was blind, yet he can still seem to see and react to us all. I assume his quirk's utility is limitless, or he has something else going on beyond our knowledge... however, this pheromone should cause confusion for the brain itself. The only issue is I cannot guarantee how potent its effects will be... This fucker seems beyond human..." It was uncommon for the teen to curse like that, but just looking at this man caused his soul to burn with rage. Even with such a reserved personality, Demetri was having issues holding back his overwhelming hatred for Mercutio. It may be irrational, but Demetri was willing to take a bet on creating an opening for the two siblings. Looking at the situation there was nothing left, he was either going to die standing there or running from Mercutio's attack. What difference did it make? "I'll follow through with this plan, you just do what you need to do." Demetri would begin to release a pheromone that would pour adrenaline into his body, causing an increase in his physical speed, and run close enough for his offensive pheromone to reach Mercutio. Seeing the marbles on the ground, Demetri would attempt to navigate around them before initiating his plan. The boy would then try to orbit Mercutio, once reaching the targeted distance, in an attempt to keep himself evasive. Releasing the chemical, Demetri was aware that this could very well be the end of his life. Mercutio's power has continued to surprise him time and time again. His only hope was that alongside the aid of the other orphan's attacks, Mercutio was distracted long enough to allow the pheromone to take effect and the siblings to find their opening, but even then... Demetri did not believe in god or anything, nor has he really considered there to be an afterlife. If he died right now, then that would be that, it did not matter, it was over–but... if he managed to somehow kill Mercutio, then he would have avenged his sister and that was all he needed. summary
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| BigGuava | Dec 17 2017, 11:56 AM Post #40 |
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Honk.
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When you're only two feet tall, it's not too hard to be full of something. Food, bullshit, or in Leroy's case: questions. There was a whole slew of things racing about in the little bumpkin's noggin, many of which he didn't have the answer to. Where did the sun go at night? Did baby monsters worry about little human children being underneath their beds? Most importantly, however, was what God forsaken Heck hole had he stumbled on to? See, there wasn't too much Leroy had to complain about. Having himself a place to stay was pretty swell, and being the doctor to an entire island was much more fulfilling than waddling around at the zoo. Heck, even Big Red wasn't too bad when he wasn't beating the tar out of a bunch of parentless kids. The pint-sized goose had spent a good deal of time patching up the little ant feller, and Big Red dang near killed him after he chucked him like a football to the Hospital. The chicken nurses were frantically operating, the fowl-based Grey's Anatomy squad still unsure if the young ant orphan was going to make it. Smack dab in the middle of operating on the forcibly admitted orphan, Leroy's flip phone would give off two distinct vibrations. One short, the other long. It was the small southerner's customized alert for Mercutio, ensuring that he'd always be aware of when the powerful being needed his assistance. Leroy nearly dropped his phone on the operating table after reading his boss's text. He'd quickly dart out of the hospital, running and honking to where's he last left Merc and the kids. Where did he get a gun? He didn't have a gun when I left. Why is he shootin' the orphans? As Leroy waddled up to the scene, he was met with a gaggle of bloodied orphans and tiny strewn bodies. He couldn't even tell which one had been shot, something that's mighty inconvenient when you're being told to come and heal some little ol' orphans. "Da-dag gum it Big Red, which one of them'd you shoot? Heck, looks just 'bout like all of 'em's been shot. You out here tryin' to kill 'em or somethin'? The tiny goose would sigh and shake his head, hoping to God that Mercutio would realize that he wasn't actually wanting him to answer. Just, er, tell me which'un needs fixin'. Summary
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| LukaLuka | Dec 17 2017, 10:03 PM Post #41 |
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Mech Obsessed
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He caught the wing?! With her bare hand?! Glenn's eyes widen. She knew the difference between their abilities was massive, but this man simply wasn't human. She tried to push down into the ground, pushing herself upwards on her talons in an attempt to to drive the sharp feathers into his palm, a desperate attack but it was apparent that was all the girl could manage. Defeating him and avenging her loved ones looked like further and further goal with each moment that passed. Her power was pathetic compared to the other man's and it was likely she wouldn't be able to budge in his grip. Glenn stretched out her other wing, preparing to try and stab the man. He only has one arm, he can't catch this one! she thought to herself. Before she could make her attack she felt herself lifted off the ground. She was flung, like a toy. The weight being on her arm as he tossed her caused a sprain due to her brittle bones. The girl spun helplessly in the air as she flew for the first time, she was heading straight for the water and heavy metal wings were not great for flying. She desperately tried to stop herself, her arms flung about as she tried to gain balance and plant herself on the ground. Lucky for her, she felt an impact that was not the sea, crashing into another. It took her a moment to realize she was still alive, despite foolishly attacking the crimson soul by herself like that. Compared to the other people who challenged him she got off easier. Though that was likely only due to being caught, she'd likely be drowning now if not for this man whose name she didn't even know. "T-thank you." she told him awkwardly, not really sure how to show appreciation for saving her life. Though apparently this man had a plan that involved her. Guinevere stood up and immediately felt the pain in her arm. Was it more than a sprain? Did he dislocate her arm just from that flick? She wasn't sure if it was due to his strength or just how frail she was, or maybe a combination of the both. She moved her arm, and pain was the reward. She winced, gripping it with her other hand. "It still works then..." she told herself, she'd play through the pain as there was no time to try and recover. She'd have to be more careful, an actual attack from the man was likely to shatter her bones if she wasn't careful. She began making her way back, watching the other orphans do battle. She was to scatter her feathers about him, and she needed to do it carefully. For what she wasn't exactly sure, but if whatever he planned worked it was worth it, better than anything she had plan anyway. As she got closer she aimed up, trying to have the trajectory of the feathers falling scatter and possibly confuse Merc. She stretched her arms back, the injured arm flaring up as she did. She shut one eye due to the pain and began flapping her wings, shooting the feathers straight up as the fell towards Merc. Though hitting him was not the goal as the feathers rained around him, some near and some a bit away, any of them actually hitting him was unlikely. She couldn't get too many out there due to the pain in her arm, her attacking stopping shortly as she gripped it to try and quell the pain. "N-ngh...!!" she was angry with her own weakness, glaring at the man they were all focused on. Summary
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| JustInTime | Dec 18 2017, 01:54 AM Post #42 |
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Roland stood from his kneeling position and witnessed in awe, just how easily Mercutio was able to dismiss their collective attempts. He had shot one of them off the air just as easily. He had gone as far as even turning Roland’s personal attempt against them by using it to gain higher ground. He had balanced himself on the crystal stalagmite without any concern for it. Despite the smarter thing being to bring it back down, he did not intend to spend any more resources towards undoing a mistake he saw himself forced to do because of the others. Afterall, it wasn’t like he was expecting it to work in the first place. Roland listened intently as Mercutio spoke, words of wisdom were accompanied by taunts and threats of death. In his pre-traumatic state, he was sure he would’ve gotten a kick out of it, but he wasn’t exactly about to get winded up by it now. He’d mad partial peace with it, and was attempting to find new purpose through Mercutio’s trials. He was approached by Derge, one of the orphans who had decided to use his brain, contrary to the others. He spoke of a plan, a plan that apparently involved others, and Roland was offered a part to play. If Roland were to execute his plan, he was promised that something beautiful would come out of it. Derge was taking spearhead towards working something out. Despite Roland questioning the boy’s strategic capabilities, he had actually gone and tried to unite them under an idea and that would have to do for now. It wasn’t like Roland to “rally the troops”, and for such he was willing to try other’s ideas. Before he agreed to Derge’s plan, he reminded him of words Mercutio had spoken a few seconds prior, with his own interpretation. “Make each attempt appear to be not as they are is where you'll gain ground--He means to mask your intent, don’t make it obvious--action--reaction--if this--then that..” Roland’s head was scrambling to put what he meant to express together, especially given that behind them, others were already at it again in their acts of blind stupidity. Once more, they’d gone on ahead and tried different variations of the same thing. One dimensional attacks that were exactly what they appeared to be. It occured to Roland that perhaps the other orphans were just too damaged to see past their rage-fueled instincts. Roland brought his hand to his hair above his ears and pulled on it anxiously in frustration. “ARGHH!!!” Roland screamed out loud as he brought his hands to his hair above his ears and pulled on it anxiously in frustration, feeling his eyelids twitch repeatedly as the group would simply not listen. If it were not for the fact Mercutio had kept them alive for a reason, and he did not particularly understand the goal of the exercise from Mercutio’s part, he would’ve gladly turned on the other orphans and facilitated their apparent desire to die a fool’s death. Summary, Techniques, Enhancement & LP
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| Prizoner | Dec 18 2017, 03:57 AM Post #43 |
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Fran looked on helplessly as one after another the kids attacks were neutralized or ignored effortlessly. It was not beyond her expectations that they would not generate results against him even if they working together. Heck even if they could have combined all of these attacks into one super technique she doubted that they would have had any effect on the man as it was merely child's play. They all had to know that right? Even the ones who wanted him dead would have to know that it was impossible or near impossible for him to go down in this little fight. That brought up the question of what this was even for, why even fight them and egg them on to give their best when he knew it would be fruitless. She staked her life in this battle like the rest, but some of them were staking their hopes of slaying Mercutio in this battle and would be crushed with failure. As he continued to best each of their individual efforts and to even strike down the cute little feathered lizard that she had noticed earlier he began to say some things and she made sure to listen to them intently not wanting to miss the point of this whole exchange. Survival was of course her first priority here, but there was some sort of deeper meaning or greater good in this that she had to discover if she wanted to attain her dreams and reach greater heights. He started by calling himself the villain in so many words. That was something that most of them believed in hard fact, but not something he really needed to say in her mind. It also brought back the image of her friend vanishing in a flash of his red light and maybe that was the whole point of it. He wanted them to feel pain, to feel anger, and maybe even hatred for him. Maybe it was to draw out the best in them or to see those who could retain there calm even in moments like this, but she was inclined to believe it was the former from what he said next. They were supposed to get his respect in this little fight here and that was something that she wanted. Of course she was not quite able to deliver though given her inability to react to the speed of his attacks. Even as she got decently close she would not be able to block what she herself was not fast enough to see and react to. He then made a comment that sort of stuck with her about not trying to hide the attack itself, but the true intent of the attack. That was a rather interesting idea in and of itself and she began to wonder if that could be applied in a more defensive manner. Not hiding the intent of the attack, but actually feigning the attempt at an attack to instead try for a defensive maneuver. She knew she was slow and would probably not succeed at it even if she were to attempt it. She did not have any better ideas at the moment though so it was the only thing that she had up her sleeve. before she could even try such a thing though he had just thrown away a girl with bladed wings who had tried to stop him. This was not enough to make Fran back down, but the second intruder to this little fight certainly was. It was not like she was scared of the man, but the fire that not only he created, but that Mercutio created was more than enough to get her to back down as she sheepishly backed away from the fight. She thought it better to back away and wait for the right moment to intrude on this little contest. Sure she had not shown anything as of yet, but she was well on her way to be burnt to a crisp if she tried to interrupt this clash which obviously ended with the challenger getting smashed. If that was not enough he decided that now was the time to let out a display of his mastery of energy as he made not only fire but gravity and lightning bend to his will. What followed put her on edge as he said fight as one or die as many. She did not know if he would keep to that statement, but she had to act if she wanted to survive in her mind. The question was how to do so. As she thought on this matter she would have to move closer no longer having to worry about the marbles as the heat surely melted them if the gravity did not crush them. She would not get right on him without a plan and it seemed like quite a few others where making motions towards a sort of plan. They were not talking to her, probably just overlooking her due to her small stature, but maybe Mercutio would do the same. All in all everything started to get rather serious rather fast as Mercutio's words seemed to inspire all of them back into the offensive with some saving others she could not reach and many going on the offensive. The siblings she had seen earlier had even done a weird fusion and begun a rather strong attack. All in all most were rushing in while a few still seemed to be reserved. In her mind though it was not time to be reserved as she began to roll forward at a rather fast pace planning to use that trick that Mercutio had mentioned earlier. Sure it was a little obvious now that he had told them to do it, but maybe by using it in a slightly different way she might at least get a bit of respect from him. She rolled as if she was going to try and crash into him before pushing off the ground at the last second attempting to act as a shield for another should Mercutio attack them. There were a few options, but the twins main body was further away from them and the intruder was shooting fire so she decided to try and do this near the boy who had been running around him and releasing a rather weird attack she was not sure how it worked. She had no way of knowing if this was gonna work or if she would make it out of this alive, but she could not stand around and watch others take a beating for her any longer. summary
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| Slam | Dec 18 2017, 08:44 AM Post #44 |
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Gabrielle threw her marbles across the ground and watched as they scattered. She then looked to their opponent's feet to see if there was a possibility of him tripping over them and giving them an opening. Unfortunately upon closer examination, she realized that the man wasn't touching the ground at all and was actually floating above it. "That's just not fair.." Feeling like an idiot for not having noticed sooner Gabrielle quickly knelt down and picked up as many as she could, absorbing them back into her body and replenishing her internal water supply. The only thing that they'd end up accomplishing was tripping one of her allies so she decided to clean up her own mess. She looked up when she noticed the man raise his arm and followed his gaze skyward, watching as he shot a bullet of red energy at the cute little dragon that she'd just helped get airborne. "Non!" Horrified, Gabrielle moved to try and catch the dragon but luckily it had endured the blow and remained skyward. She sighed in relief and suddenly turned when she heard someone speaking to her, about to punch her opponent in the face but stopped when she realized it was one of her allies. "Mirror?" She cocked her head, not understanding. It seemed like he was trying to get her to help with some kind of plan but she wasn't sure what he meant. Finally she realized he wanted her to create ice walls around their opponent. She gulped nervously. Doing so would cost her a lot of water, but she nodded. If he had a plan then she'd do her best to help with it considering she had none whatsoever. Seeing some of her other allies making preparations of their own, Gabrielle coated the soles of her feet in ice and began skating in a circle around the murderer. She stopped behind him and knelt down, bringing her forearms to the ground and raising them up, leaving a thin sheet of ice in her wake. The created ice wall was extremely brittle and would likely break with the slightest amount of force, but it would partially reflect light and she felt she would be able to make many of them without passing out which was her main concern. Gabrielle circled around the man and continued creating these ice walls a few feet apart from one another. She tried to make a total of twelve mirrors around the man, skating as fast as she could between them to get them up quickly so that the boy from earlier could go ahead with whatever plan he had. Should she have been allowed to set up all twelve mirrors Gabrielle would feel very week, having used up a large amount of water to make them but she forced herself to continue skating around so as to hopefully avoid an attack if one was sent her way. Summary |
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| Reggie | Dec 18 2017, 06:08 PM Post #45 |
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God of Destruction
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'Let's see who can handle water the best... ugh, this is going to strain me. I need a good rest before I go around abusing my quirk like this again.' he reminded himself, plotting in his head as he measured the amount of self-inflicted strain. 'I can manage.' Mercutio didn't believe them when they said it, "My little, Otaku heart can't take this." he mumbled to himself but before he could appreciate what they were doing, they were off on the hunt, and others followed suit. Zeak came from behind, despite how hard he was kicked previously which surprised Mercutio. He thought that would have sent him into the grave, if not just barely breathing. This brought a new bit of hope to the situation; if only the rest of them had the same fire Zeak had. The same passion. The kids closed in, one after another attempting to add in their own ways when Merc's ability to see began to take a hit. 'Something I can't see got me, interesting.' he thought as the full on assault closed in and Merc remained motionless in place for the moment. He took his time to think. The smaller of the group, next to the dragon, seemed come at him, but retract to cloak another of it's allies and finally Merc's rage simmered down and away as they figured it out. There was finally an appearance of what he needed, but if it would work would be unknown. Mercutio take a bit too long, taking it all in that was and found himself about to be hit. Mercutio closed his eyes as the walls were erected around him. Against anyone else, this plan would assuredly work. So, for now, Mercutio would act as though he was anyone else. The explosion to his face caused enough force to make Mercutio's center of gravity shift, so when Zeak came with a fiery, sweep kick, it was just so. The combination of exterior walls to block Mercutio, distracting him was wise. Derge's aggressive form of leadership seemed to take a lot better than the Eldest of the Taylor Two. Mercutio was finally able to see their personalities a bit, understand them a little and feel how hard a few of them hit, so now was the final test. Mercutio was sent for a tumble, twirling uncontrollably in mid air as the hell-storm of feathers rained down on him, filling his Akatsuki cloak in a fine coating of the steel, knife-like, feathers. Just before Mercutio was about to strike hard against the ground, he caught himself somehow and raised himself high up into the air till he was 15 meters overhead. Rolling his neck and shoulders, feathers would fall to the ground around him as he looked down. "That's all I need to see." he said as his Doctor rolled in, "Oh, Goose-guy. The one that needs fixing will be all of them, luckily you swim well." he said with a laugh, pulling his arm free from underneath the cloak of his jacket to reveal a glowing crimson light that burned brighter than his normal aura and it was concentrated at the tip of his finger. ![]() Mercutio quickly fired into the ocean behind them all a good distance away from shore and if one was to watch Mercutio and not the blast he fired, he visibly was shifting his hand about the air ever so slightly as though he was manipulating a marionette. The water would explode as crimson mist seemingly mixed into the water, and pushed a wave over towards them. The kinetic forces were being shifted and twisted, thrown and pushed about like the pull and push of the tides themselves. It ran up quickly and stretched higher and higher above the on looking crowds to cover a 100 meter area. The water began to thin and the wave would actually slow as Mercutio would shift the temperatures to freeze the water and with a snap of his fingers, shattered the icy wave into shards of jagged ice to rain down on top of the orphans, and this was only the beginning. This is were Maya being able to speak English well would play well into their favor, he held his fist out in front of him lightly clenched as it would engulf in crimson mist and flicker with light. "Goose-guy, attend to all of those whom need it, I am sure there will be plenty..." He chuckled, his smile genuine and not enraged, in fact, Demetri would be the most confused of them all, because Demetri, unknown to Merc, could read Meructio's emotions based off his pheromones, and he would be getting conflicting information from what would most llike be in his head, but that is unseen and neither here nor there at this point. "SHOTGUN!" And hell would rain down on them. ![]() After raining down hundreds of orbs, he fired many straight into the air so more would continue to rain as he, himself would drop down, swinging gracefully through the projectiles with careless ease. Mercutio took a moment to take in everyone's reaction for doing what he felt he needed to. Sometimes, you just have to tap people out and let them go. However, now Mercutio would begin influencing the jagged ice around him like the telekinesis freak he has Interning for him, Kaito. Summary
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