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| Angelic Demons and Demonic Angels; Mercutio, Rory, Gjoll, Satoshi, Lyra, Taylors, Discord, Demitri, Shiori | |
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| Reggie | Feb 8 2018, 01:06 AM Post #1 |
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God of Destruction
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Near where Mercutio plans the Shipping Yard to be, he has gathered those whom are part of Adrestia, and Adrestia alone. Empty, unworn cloaks hang in air, suspended by Mercutio quirk in the background as he paced in the fore, mumbling into his tea which carried itself on a bed of crimson in front of him. A gathering like this hadn't happen before, and it would be the start of the future for them all. Those who weren't ready would soon be stripped of all necessary innocence and awakened to the brutal reality that is the world beyond the small implications it has on themselves. Mercutio planned on taking Adrestia from the safe beaches of Elysium, some only barely finding any form of security at all here, and into a land of peace and innovation, or was at one point. A lot has been going through Mercutio's head the past months and most of them related to one another and most of it began after losing his arm once returning from the Dark Continent. Mercutio found that his baby sister's disappearance didn't break him as he thought, but made him stronger and filled him with more than a single purpose. He intended on finding her or in the worst case finding out who and what happened. If she wasn't already dead, he'd love to free his Mother of the binding chains of the Mafia or whatever the hell those racist bastards called themselves. These two things went hand in hand and his life experience lead him to this view of the world and helped him establish what he viewed as true heroics. It was why he was willing to appear as the villain, because sometimes doing what is best isn't always what feels morally right. Balance is a temperamental thing and the energies within the world have a balance of their own. Knowing this, seeing the outcome of his selfishly influenced actions made him realize how to actually be the "Being of Balance". It was to not let any one factor, no matter how close to his hear, hold him back to do what is best for any situation... even if it means his death. "Everyone that is here, look around and taken them all in. These people are who you should trust before anyone or anything else. Their is no group, no faction nor country or race; there is no religion, club, clut or capitalistic society that can stand before us nor divide us. It's this trust that does this... it's knowing that we have each others back and I know... that not all of you feel that way. But, I have stories mounting up against story after story to tell you all, many of you actually being part of the story. History lessons are fun, right?" he opened, speaking in terms that sounded good for the most part, but obviously were leading somewhere. ![]() " Adrestia's seal is designed and based on a valknut. The word is derived from an old race of people before quirks known as Norse and is a symbol consisting of three interlocked triangles. It appears in many different ways, but it's something which holds a valued meaning. In Norse, it's called Valr and means "slain warriors". I adopted it after feeling as though I lost my family and truly after I lost my only friend I had. A person who if it weren't for him, I'd not be the same person I am today and it scares me to wonder what path I would of taken without Gavin along my side. He was my equal and well, he paid a price I nearly have paid myself." he reminisced. "Elyisum, our home, our home away from home, a prison.. is named based on Ancient Greek Mythology. Elysium is the place where the dead heroes and greatest of good people are laid to rest for eternity, their spirits at peace. It's an honor to be sent to Elysium ironic as it maybe. After Gavin was gone, the group wasn't the same so I adopted our group into the name of our home and formatted together what is known to you all as Adrestia. This too is based in Greek myth. Adrestia was the daughter of Ares and is hailed as 'she who cannot be escaped'. She was always known to accompany her father Ares to war even though she time and time again would switch to the side of her Father's opposition. She was venerated as a goddess of revolt, just retribution and sublime balance between good and evil. The most of you may be young, but I see greatness in you... otherwise, why would have let you live and give one thousand chance for what happened to come out? To make this short, it would have been more simple to kill you... ironically all of you. I say this because, I believe everyone of you has a chance to be stronger than me and I believe each of you will have a lasting impact on this world and whether the world views that as good or bad doesn't matter when we know what we know to be true is true." he explained, getting deep into his philosophy. Mercutio drifted about as he boiled more tea on the spot, offering cup to everyone using his quirk so he could pace and speak. Sugar, honey, the works accompanied it all. "Coconut-kun. None of you know him because he is a shining star at U.A and recently gotten back to the island for a short bit. We meet when he sailed and wrecked and washed ashore my beaches. Ironically, if it wasn't for my training early that day, I don't think the current and flow would of brought him to me. He now knows why I attached to him at first, his quirk was that of my dead friends and Rory didn't care much for me. You could ask him yourself, but think it took nearly a year on an island and him nearly dying to give me any sort of decent respect. I think I was younger and dumber, I think i treated him more as a tool and nostalgic trophy than Rory, and for that I was sorry. The only way I knew to show him how sorry I was and what I thought he meant to me was when he and I along with Gjoll, nearly died. I gave him my eyes to ensure he could see.... and yet he still runs his fucking mouth, but it isn't to bad." he laughed, carrying on. "Gjoll locked himself up out of fear he'd hurt others and to gain his trust, first I showed him he couldn't and wouldn't hurt me, and then I should him that he could control himself. Sonomi wanted to be able to throw hands better than anyone and Satoshi, other than getting a bit taller, wanted to be able to have his lava burn anything that was in his path. It was in Africa that Sonomi and Satoshi really saw the disgusting work that is done in order to keep millions safe and that doesn't make what happened completely justified or a good thing... It just is and sometimes, that's what you've must accept." "All of you have a story and some are prettier than others, but these stories are what you share. It's the connections among us that strength our relationship. The idea is, if we are as comfortable as say, Negan and Rosa are together, we should be able to fight in pure silence, without fear or worry." he said, a cold sweat setting in and a cheeky smile presenting itself quickly. "So, first you will either get your seal or recharge a seal you have. Except Rory, he thinks I'm going to brain wash him with it or something I swear. After that, grab a cloak, one should fit each of you perfectly." he instructed and explained. "I'd recommend we stand, move forward and present your story or what you need to say to us all, come get what you deserve from me and then I will tell you what training I have planned." he said, trying to buy himself time. 'HOW THE FUCK AM I SUPPOSE TO TELL RORY AND GJOLL I WANNA TAKE EM BACK TO WHERE WE ALMOST DIED FOR CASUAL TRAINING' he scream like a bloody murder internally, and the screaming in his head went on and on as a constant echo as he sweated their reaction. "Uh, yeah, and we should probably decide what our names in the field will be, or I'll call you some dead ass, ancient anime meme." he mentioned with a nod, being completely serious and hoping that too would help him by time. Summary
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| FritzingHell | Feb 8 2018, 04:33 AM Post #2 |
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Such a pain in the ass. After having to go to the funeral, Lyra was able to go about as she pleased. And she 'pleased' to go back to Elysium, but she happened upon such a horrid realization. She had no way to meet up with Mercutio. Taking a plane back to Japan, where she was sent in the first place, Lyra moved over to the destructed remains of the bridge, trying to look for the blind bastard himself. However, it seemed he was taking his own time, as he was apparently wasn't there. Having to rent out a hotel for herself, Lyra started exploring a new aspect of her powers. Ever since the funeral, she started feeling more... attuned, was that the word(?), with her paper and the environment around her. More and more, she could feel the presence of people walking past her hotel door. Learning how to become more attuned to her own quirk, she spent a good four days at the hotel, making several trips to the Destroyed Bridge from the hotel in order to see if she could spot Mercutio, the young paper woman worked on this new strange ability of hers. Ever since meeting the Man of Crimson, she had been feeling odd, as if she had a false pair of eyes on her paper. And then focusing on her paper, trying to see and figure out what had happened, she had managed to make the piece of paper glow a vibrant crimson! Outright shocking her as she threw the paper away from her body, Lyra just sat in her bed shocked at what just happened. But the following that occurred was even more extraordinary, as it seemed the paper was gradually dragging itself closer to Lyra... And she wasn't even manipulating it! Before she could even explore what had happened, an angry, blind, one armed man kicked open her door and told her that they were going back to Elysium. Days had passed since then, and Lyra was once again trying to figure out what the hell she did. She wasn't able to bring that piece of paper from earlier with her, as she was practically dragged right on out of there with little chance to grab any extra belongings. Sitting in her own room back at Elysium, she was focusing on the paper one more time, but it wasn't working this time around. Looking frustrated, Lyra was wanting to figure out what the hell did in the first place. Thinking back on it, she picked up the piece of paper she had, and sandwiched it with her own hands. That was what she did, if she recalled... And then focusing intensely on it, she noticed a red tint to it, watching glow brighter and brighter until it just... stopped. Putting the paper a good couple of feet away, Lyra turned her quirk off and, once again, watched in wonder as the piece of paper was coming closer to her. Actually sticking to her own body once it closed the gap... Was this a new power of hers? Just as she pondered this, Lyra heard the call that Mercutio was making for the 'important' people of the island to gather and meet up. Pulling herself up, she started walking out of her home and towards the location, with paper in her outfit and her new Vivre Paper sticking to her leg still. Once outside, Lyra shook off the paper, in order to test the limit of her new paper. Forcing it to stay near the entrance of the building, the masked woman bolted off towards the shipping yards. Letting the paper drift from her mind for the moment, as she needed to stop wasting time in order to see what Mercutio wantd. Arriving at the scene, Lyra stood in line with pretty much everyone else here, and stood as she was listening to the lecture. Internally Lyra didn't want to stand through a god damn lecture, but this blind mind always had a point with everything he was doing. It was the one thing that she learned through her stay at Elysium: Mercutio never steps without purpose. And the point he was trying to make, if she was hearing this right, was that everyone here had suffered through their own tragedies and pains, and should all become closer because of it... okaaaaay? Lyra still really didn't trust too much of anyone here besides Sonomi, and only respected Mercutio's actions. Trust was always hard to gain, especially with strangers whom don't realize how easy and simple it was to break it. Though, admittedly, it was interesting to learn about the reasoning behind the names and the symbols on the floating coats behind Mercutio. The Crimson man then delved into the histories of a few notable people of Elysium, only one of them Lyra had recognized: Sonomi. Though the stories, for the most part were interesting, she was caught on that notion of how Mercutio GAVE his sight to this 'Coconut' kun. With the man's large winded introductions being done and over with, he then gave instructions for them to recharge or gain seals, while grabbing their respective cloak. Biting her own lip, she decided to throw away caution and swallow her own pride, taking a couple steps forward so that she was standing in front of the floating robes. Closing her own eyes while facing away from everyone, she brought her hands to the sides of her face, undoing the straps of her face mask, letting the mouth guard sink off of her face and into her palm. Turning around, everyone would finally get to see what lied behind Lyra's mask, the one thing that she had always been ashamed of as it was permanent damage to the bottom portion of her mouth for the rest of her life....... The Lower Half of Lyra's Face "My name is Lyra Masterson, and I... came from a wealthy family. Disowned when I murdered someone in self-defense, and got charged as if I was the assaulter. My parents paid everyone off in order to make the trial go as smoothly as possible to persecute me, and disown me as I was not their star child. I was thankfully released because someone graduated the school, and felt it safe to give a proper testimony and admit I acted in self defense. Once released, I was given enough money to live on my own, since I have no family anymore. That was going good for a while, but then some meathead burst into my room and brought gangbangers shooting that shot up my apartment, and then practically sweeping me up off my feet and into some Penthouse in a skyscraper in New York until the heat died down... It never did." Taking a pause there, she gathered her thoughts as the next bit of her story would be something that Mercutio would recall all too well, "I..... I stole a letter from my saviors, or rather captors, which was an invite to the Gala. I went there in order to see if I could finally get control in my life. Oni happened, ruined the entire event, and I was saved by Mercutio. Everything afterward, you all might know already." The entire time she spoke, she looked a little nervous, not from what she said but by the looks she was probably getting because of the reveal of her scarred mouth. Putting the mask back on her face, Lyra strolled on over to Mercutio and lifted up her hair, allowing the blind man to recharge her seal... ZAPPING THE FUCK OUT OF HER, as evident from the cringe in her body and a slight mumble of the words, "motherfuckgoddamngah!" Once recharged, Lyra moved on over to grab a robe that seemed to gravitate towards her. Grabbing the robe and putting it on, Lyra felt a little odd having something this large and robey covering her. But shrugging off her insecurity, she looked over everyone as she almost forgot the codename she was supposed to give them. "Yeah, that thing that Mercutio called me when I first came here? Cannon? No no no... OH, Konan! That'll be my codename." After this, she moved back to her position in line, only to find that the paper she imbued with her own life force was actually coming closer to her. Picking up the piece of paper, Lyra started wondering if she could use this on someone else... Summary |
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| Wolf | Feb 8 2018, 06:15 AM Post #3 |
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[Before Thread: Deir Hawe [After Thread: Amitte Diem] Maya becomes Discord, the Bird of Hermes Coming from consuming the one known as Zeak, she had simply changed and awaited for her next order. Cleaning up and placing less combative clothes a few days had gone by where she had been utilizing the new addition to her quirk and body. New legs it would seem. She would watch them ignite and would practice kicking in such and for a moment she sighed, thinking of all the people she has eaten up into this point in Africa and how they were apart of her. For her, she was still Africa's daughter but for her it was quite literally and now there was a new addition to her 'collection'. After a day or two practicing with her legs she finally received her message from Mercutio to come see him and that it was urgent. She had been trying her best to pick up some english after witnessing Satoshi and the twins sparring, but she could only get the basic names of those around her. Mercutio, the silver haired woman, Sonomi, Satoshi and a few of the Orphans. She had quite the rough road ahead, but she digressed. Putting on her clothing she set out towards where Mercutio wanted. She owed him her new life, as far as she was concerned, her new legs, her body and her blood was his. After she arrived she saw the others, the ones who were being called 'Da Chuzun', a few others she did know, Satoshi and of course the crimson preserver of balance. Her golden eyes hyper focused on the man as she listened to each utterance of his word, attempting to fit it all together like a puzzle. His upbeat jovial tone at first was confusing for her and she tilted her head at him wondering where it was going despite the fact that she mostly understood his feelings instead of his actual words. She was more keen at reading facial expressions and body language, she had seen a lot of men in her past and those traits were universal, blind man or no. He then revealed his Seal he referenced. She had not seen such a thing before as it pulsed crimson, she could feel it radiating energy. When he revealed the convenience of slaying them, she thought this would be another test for a moment. Her muse shifted when she felt no animosity at them, his explanation was true she thought. Taking in these kids was not something he had to do especially with most of these orphans exclaiming that they would take revenge on Mercutio. She sighed lightly to herself and continued to look on wards, listening to his every word. She denied the tea this time around, sh didn't feel hunger the same way others did and she wasn't going to have him waste his good tea on her. His aside was not something she fully understood so she took that time to look around and she glanced at the new face which belonged to Lyra. Well her face was covered with a mask, but her posture was one who had recently seen battle. Maya took note of this, just in case if she'd need to team up with this individual who seemed to be containing something. Whether it was excitement, anxiousness or pure boredom she could not tell, but her eyes quickly flashed back toward Mercutio for the impending conclusion of his speech. Listening to the end Mercutio said to grasp one of the cloaks and obtain your seal. She fully did not know what that meant, but before she took a step the newer woman beat her to the punch and she eyed her closely. When she revealed her mouth, Maya's eyes flashed and widened for a brief moment. She had seen things grotesque before, but it was unexpected from a girl not only younger than her but she didn't think such brutality existed outside of Africa, but.. of course it did. She just ate a man alive. The fidgeting and revelation of her nervousness was apparent, this must have been hard for her revealing herself in such a way. She honored the woman with simple silence and attentiveness that she gave Mercutio. Once she finished she would walk up with a sigh, she could not honor the man by giving her life story as no one would be able to understand her. Yet she found a way, Maya knelt to the ground, fist along the obsidian underneath them enunciating deliberately and clearly several words in an ominous English tone showing her dedication to learning these words to show what she could. Closing her eyes almost like a prayer she'd say these words. "I give you all that I am, down to the last drop of my blood." ![]() It was all she could do before she rose, revealing the brand along her chest inscribed as 'Maya'. Mercutio would burn the seal on top of which. It was a choice she finally made, trading her slavery branding for her willingness to be his. The burn didn't hurt nearly as much as the sudden burst of energy that coursed through her corpse-like body. For a brief moment those behind the woman would see the crimson wings span, surround and cover her body before enveloping and surging into her seal. She didn't have an idea for a name and she knew he'd name her now or later, she was his and she meant every word. Before rising with her sharp yellow eyes, flashing with a bit of crimson before turning and walking back to the line after grasping the cloak that seemed too baggy for her own body. She would be happy about it though, she was not one that enjoyed the on-looking of those who only enjoyed her solely for the curves. She would toss it along her body, immediately donning the high collared Adrestia cloak. She had a new family, one that hopefully didn't betray her as her previous one did.
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| Tenka Mikazuchi | Feb 8 2018, 08:33 AM Post #4 |
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Shiori listened to Mercutio address them all with baited breath. She was probably the newest arrival here and had not heard about some of the things he referenced yet. She wasn't, perhaps, familiar with the players in this story but she did recognise the themes underlying his story. Even so the prospect he spoke of, becoming so familiar with each-other they didn't need words appealed to the girl that had spend so long in silence. The irony did not escape her, that what he called for was going to take a lot of talking. She was not sure she could tell the story and keep herself together, but she knew she had to. As she tried to collect the courage to step forward and spill the darkest secrets she carried, a few others went first. But something they had said resonated with her. So she took a deep breath. 'You can do this, time to face up to it again. Your strong enough to look at yourself and not cry now' she told herself even though she knew that was a lie. But she still took a step forward and started to speak next. "My name, the name that I picked for myself is Karakuri Shiori... but I was born as Raiga Noriko. My story isn't one that I have told anyone before. Not all off it, but I suppose that if others here are willing to offer all that they are, the least I owe you all is honesty." She had crossed her arms in front of her. A shiver ran across her spine and it was obvious that she was feeling nervous and vulnerable standing there, in front of a group of strangers to tell them the whole truth of who she was. But that was only a small part of it. The memories were still terrifying to face head on. Even now, so many years later, saying her own first name made her instantly recall the sweet sounding hiss, the venom laden and insidious way that man used to whisper it to her. She lingered in silence for a moment to steel her nerves. She had to, even she wasn't sure she was going to be able to tell the story but when she finally started she couldn't stop. "My Father used to be a well known hero, until one of his enemies involved me and my mother in a scheme to bring him down. My mother died and my father spiralled into depression. He drank a lot to escape his regrets over not being able to save her and when he was drunk and frustrated he hit me black, blue and sometimes worse. Eventually he screwed up at his job and botched a rescue attempt while drunk. As a result a lot of people died and he lost his license and went to jail. I got sent to a foster family." "Nobody ever kept me long, I was always quiet, always afraid to get hit again and always hiding. not to mention I stopped being a cute and adorable little girl fairly soon. The third couple I lived with was the worst. That man robbed me of every last bit of innocence I had left. H-he... did what he wanted and she just looked away, for years. Finally I just wanted to escape... everything. So one day when he took me on a 'vacation' to this small vacation home they owned where his usual behaviour was always worse because there was no one around to hear me scream... I used my quirk to sever the break lines of the car we were driving. We ran over a mountain side and I just wanted it to end. They both died but obviously I did not. " "I woke up in a hospital and spoke to a police officer. The next family they placed me with was better, nicer, I still love them but I was broken and desperately needed to fix myself. So I ran away and lived on my own by any means necessary. I used to think that all humans were inherently evil, wearing masks only to hide the monsters under their skin. I found my escape from reality in old anime, the real heroes to me were always robots, free of human weakness. Silent heroes I could depend upon. So I tried to cut out my humanity and become that kind of hero." She let the protective cross of her arms that had turned more into a supportive hug for herself go and held up her cybernetic arms to show exactly what she meant by that. She was speaking of quite literally cutting out her humanity. But where the first part of her story had obviously been nothing but bad memories she had to steel herself through, she continue on with a small smile playing on her lips every time she paused. It was obvious she was a bit more fond and passionate about these later times in her life. "I chose to go to UA and learn to become a hero. I made friends for the first time, real friends that I cherished but even still I could not accept that place. They teach children to compete instead of cooperate, to fit in a society that reduced real heroism to a 9 to 5 job were fame is more important then the people you save. Where you need a lisence to do the right thing or risk being buried in bureaucracy and money debt. So I did what I did best I ran away to try and fix myself. But I have learned that you can't put something that is broken back together exactly as it was. Our flaws and scars forever mark us, we can only try and make something new out of those broken pieces. I have come to realise we don't wear masks to hide who we are, we wear them hoping to one day become the mask and better ourselves. Mercutio invited me here to help build up this country, and I finally realised that I'm not a fighter, not a hero that smashes through limits with fists of steel and endless hope to make a better world by force." "I will build that future with the two hands I lost and then rebuild. My hero card says that I am 'Steel Soldier', but I don't think that fits me anymore, I'm here to support you all and build the tools with which you can shape the world. So call me Arsenal, and that is what I will build you." She took a deep breath and following the example of the person who had gone before her went to pick up a cloak and put it on over top her armour. It was just as Mercutio had predicted, it DID fit perfectly. Even wearing it over her armour and taking her rather tall stature into account. It was quite the dramatic gesture to have put so much detail into such a small thing. She pulled the hood over her head and stepped back into line.
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| Neharo | Feb 8 2018, 12:32 PM Post #5 |
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The day had finally come. After giving the orphans some time to become more settled in with their new life, it was time for those who had been chosen to truly learn what that meant. Upon receiving instructions to come to the meeting, Gjöll immediately made his way to the future sight of the shipping yard. As they waited for the others that had been summoned to arrive, he noted that Mercutio had set out and suspended several unworn cloaks, identical in design to the one which Gjöll wore, in the air in front of them. He wondered how many would actually be attending the meeting. Once all the attendees had gathered, Mercutio would begin giving his speech. While he had become far more familiar with the ideology that their group stood for during their travels, Gjöll was not aware of the historical significance of their symbol or the names of their group and home. It would be quite interesting to see how accepting the new members, especially the orphans, would be to the ideals and history behind Adrestia. As the first of the newer members would step up to give her story, Gjöll would recognize her as the masked girl from the small gathering of survivors from the Gala that he had joined in on. He tried for a moment to remember her name, but so much had happened since then it almost seemed like a lifetime ago. Luckily for him she would begin her introduction with her name: Lyra, he would not fail to remember it again. She revealed to the them her tragic past as well as the permanent disfigurement it had left her with. He remembered how difficult it had seemed for her to share about her past the last time they met, the total reveal here showed just how much she was willing to trust them. The second to step forward, he recalled as one of the orphans that Mercutio had tested. While she didn't seem like the talkative type, the few words that she did say were a loud and clear commitment to Mercutio and the ideals that he stood for. Whether she did not want to share her story or was unable to due to a language barrier, her dedication showed for her new life. The third to step forward would reveal their name to be Karakuri Shiori. It had only been a few days since her quite interesting arrival on Elysium. While it was quite impressive feat for one to create a vessel capable of making a journey of hundreds of miles to get Elysium, the fact that the young woman was still standing before them after the life she had led was even greater. Gjöll would take the next turn to introduce himself. While he had run this exact discussion through his mind multiple times in the path month, now that it was time to share the words would fail him. He would shake his head slightly, regain his composure and just say what came to mind. "While there are quite a few of you that I have yet to meet personally, I'm fairly certain this is not my first time seeing any of you. I am Gjöll. The name is one that I took for my own long before I met Mercutio. In Norse legends Gjöll refers to two things: the river that separates the living from the dead, as well the rock that restrains a monstrous wolf, who is said to bring about the end of the world. Blood is the key to my quirk. The presence of someone else's blood, even a small drop is enough to trigger it and cause a terrifying blood lustful rampage. Because of that, I left my family. Instead of burdening and endangering them with my presence, I took it all of on myself and left home with nothing to my name just after I turned 14." "For a full year I lived on my own, and in that time I repressed happy memories of my past life, so that I wouldn't be tempted to try and return, and was for the most part successful. My birth name, my family, even the name of the town I grew up in are just a blurry memory that is always just out of reach. After a year on my own, I finally got picked up by the cops after a particularly brutal fight. While even the witnesses said that it was self defense, the state I left the bastard in was enough for them to hold me for a few days in the Tartarus Prison in DC." "It was here, during a prison break started by Oni, that I met Mercutio. After helping contain the prison break, he offered to take me with him and teach me to control my quirk and since then I have followed him. I survived an encounter with Kull, the villainous horde leader who just recently became President of the US. We explored the Dark Continent, fought off multiple monstrosities Oni sent after us, and though I swear it almost killed me multiple times, somehow survived." His tone would take a sharp turn downward, as he would look over the orphans that were among them. "It wasn't until the African Elections that I realized I had gained far more control over my quirk than I had ever thought possible. While I wish that his been under far better circumstances, I also learned truly learned... what you must be willing to give up to if balance is to be maintained....Whatever you think of Mercutio, he is a man of his word and a great teacher, if he says he sees greatness in you.. it's there. You just need to find out what's stopping you from obtaining it." Gjöll would finish his story and wait for his seal so be placed. He would feel the familiar initial burn on the back of his neck, warmed would spread across his body for a moment as a crimson like wave would echo out over his skin to the the tips of his fingers and toes. The wave would recede back to it's started point on his neck and the burning would return at what felt to be at least 10 times the intensity. The boy would grit his teeth and wince sharply , but not let out single sound of pain. Following this he would look up at the other members, "As some of you know, my Adrestian name is Feraocity, and while it's most likely unavoidable, I hope to God you never find out why." Summary
Edited by Neharo, Feb 9 2018, 03:37 AM.
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| Will | Feb 8 2018, 11:39 PM Post #6 |
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Negan watched nervously as the members of Adrestia stepped forward one by one to introduce themselves and tell their stories. As the young boy held onto his sister's hand, his mind started to drift away in thought. The maroon-haired boy knew that he would soon be next to speak and that thought scared him. Everyone was so serious and their stories were so depressing; Negan had never felt so out of place in his life. Regardless of how nervous he was, Negan knew that he needed to act brave for Rosa. There was no way his sister would be able to speak in front of this many people which meant that the responsibility was left to him. His mind jolted back to reality when he realized he hadn't been listening to what the others were saying. Back when they had first fought Mercutio, the crimson man had branded them with seals. They didn't know it, but at that time they had just been chosen for Adrestia. Now that everyone had gathered, Negan and Rosa knew just what that meant. This would be their new family. Rosa would always be Negan's number one priority but despite that fact, the maroon-haired boy welcomed the idea of new friends that he and Rosa could rely on. Still, some of the other members scared him; especially that girl with the scarred mouth. He knew it was wrong to judge someone based off of appearances alone but he couldn't help it. She just unsettled him too much. The young boy listened quietly as Gjoll started to wrap up what he was saying. It was almost time for Negan and Rosa to share their story and the young boy wasn't looking forward to it one bit. The male half of the fusion-ha duo looked down at his sister to see how she was holding up. "Are you okay?" he whispered to her. "When it's our turn to speak, I'll do all the talking. Don't worry." As if on cue, Gjoll finished what he was saying which meant that it was now Negan's turn to speak. The boy hesitantly stepped forward to introduce himself. "Hello everyone." Negan said, waving to everyone as he mustered up the courage to talk some more. "My name is Negan and this is my little sister Rosa. We don't know many of you but I hope that we can all very good friends." He shifted uncomfortably, not sure what else to say. Negan stood up straight as he realized that he was supposed to tell everyone how he and Rosa met Mercutio and joined Adrestia. Negan cleared his throat as he prepared himself to speak some more. ![]() "Rosa and I grew up in Canada. We were the children of the Prime Minister and we lived in a big mansion so life was pretty easy for us. Aside from the fact that our parents were always too busy for us, family life was pretty good. Sure we wanted to spend more time with our parents but we didn't really mind so much as long as we had each other. Although we went to different schools, we spent a lot of our time together as we didn't have many friends. Things were pretty mundane for us but that wasn't something we cared about. It may have been a boring life but at least it was our life.... you know?" "All the bad things started to happen when we took a family trip to Africa. Our father was supposed to spectate the African elections which made us reluctant to go at first, but he promised us personally that we'd all get to spend time there as a family once they had finished. I remember it being one of the only things I had ever looked forward to. I thought that the trip would finally be the thing that brought us closer together as a family." Negan hesitated before continuing onward with his story. "Boy was I wrong. I don't remember it too well but I remember sitting with Rosa in the audience when one of the candidates started yelling. Before I knew what was going on there was a bright red flash and then my parents were nowhere to be seen. Somehow, Rosa and I survived the blast but our parents weren't so lucky." The maroon-haired boy neglected to mention that Mercutio was the culprit of the blast but seeing as how everyone else already knew that, bringing it up would only make things more uncomfortable. "Mercutio found us and brought us to this island. With that, we had left our old life behind and become part of Elysium. He gave us the option to walk away and remain safe or we could join the other orphans in a test. We ended up working together to fight him and although we never had a chance at beating him, we ended up passing his test. He ended up giving each of us a seal and just like that we had joined Adrestia. All of this is still pretty new to us so please forgive us if we do something out of ignorance." Negan finished his story and looked around at everyone, hoping that his story didn't bore them all. He felt guilty when he thought of the stories that were told by the others. Their family life had been so terrible in comparison to Negan and Rosa's. Sure, Negan and Rosa's parents were never around but that was a walk in the park compared to what the others had to go through. The young teen walked over to one of the cloaks and put it on. The black cloak was very comfortable and it fit him well enough. "My seal is still fully charged as I have yet to use it. I won't be needing any recharging." He said to Mercutio as he walked back to where he had been standing. He wondered what sort of training Mercutio had in mind. OOC summary
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| DrPancakeMD | Feb 10 2018, 07:41 AM Post #7 |
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Satoshi had not been expecting Mercutio to come and crash his little spar with some of the newbies back on the beach a while ago. He couldn't help but be both peeved at and thankful for it. On one hand, he'd stopped the sparing after a single clash. On the other hand, Satoshi had managed to come out on top in that one clash, so he should probably just be happy he didn't let it go on long enough for him to be humiliated by some of the orphans. Despite the mixed feelings on stopping their little fight, Satoshi remained quiet, knowing full well that Mercutio wouldn't have stopped it unless he had something important on his mind. Otherwise, he probably would have just watched the spar. At least, that's what Satoshi figured he would have done. He stood, one of the few in the group who already had a cloak. Some weak little part in him left over from when he was a weak little man was just pissy that these newbies would be getting the same uniform, and possibly the rank that he held. It was hard to let go of that sentiment, but he knew very well that having that sort of mindset would only be a bad thing, so he managed to brush it off and at least give the new members a chance before getting frustrated at not being as special as he was before. Most of what Mercutio shared, Satoshi already knew, at least as far as things about Elysium and Adestria, and of course the partial origins of both him and his half-sister. He wasn't sure if burning everything in his path was exactly his goal, but he probably would have said something like that back when he had first joined anyway, so it didn't bother him. At his instruction, individual new members stepped up and gave their history one by one. He recognized that first girl from the Gala, Lyra apparently, and definitely remembered the girl he just met on the beach, though she didn't give her name, the next woman, Shiori, he certainly did not know, he probably would have remembered a woman that tall if he'd met her before. A certain theme began to show as Gjoll took his turn. It seemed like most of these people had some pretty rough pasts. Compared to them, his was little more than a walk through Candyland. Though he had no hesitation about sharing his story before, now he was beginning to feel a bit nervous about the whole thing. Luckily for him, the next one to share their story was one of the twins, and their's seemed pretty cushy, aside from the whole parents dying part. Satoshi decided that he could follow that story without too much worry of coming off as melodramatic. The short lad stepped up, straightening his cloak a bit before finally speaking. "I'm Satoshi. I was born the oldest of triplets, our mother didn't survive, so she doesn't matter. My dirtbag father only matters because I thought the world of him, wanted to be just like him, some filthy rich CEO. Took my stupid ass sixteen years and the revelation that we were a secret family that he hid away from his real one to make me realize he was a piece of shit. Funny enough, that real family ended up being what got me here in the first place. I'd only met my half-sister once before, but for whatever reason, Sonomi convinced Mercutio to bring me here and help set these islands up. That's where I joined Adestria, while it was still named Elysium. Mercutio trained me, and that training, my time here, and what I've seen as part of Adestria has made me what I am now." Satoshi took a moment to run a hand through his hair, thinking over what he could possibly say next. "To tell you all the truth, even when I agreed to join, I was a dumb kid, I didn't know what was ahead of me. I wanted Mercutio to make me strong just so I could call myself a success in some regard, so I'd be better than other people." He let out a sigh, finding it oddly difficult to admit how dumb his reasons for initially joining were. "Only after that, did I see the reason why Mercutio was training us. I went to the Gala and witnessed the power Oni holds, and what he uses it for. Gave me a dose of reality, what I really should be using my potential for." Satoshi balled one hand into a fist and raised it up to about chest-level. "Simply put, I want to fry that abomination, put his shit to an end." With his piece said, he raised his fist higher, allowing the seal to be recharged, red energy seared into his flesh. Once that was finished with, he stepped back in line with the rest of the members of Adestria. |
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| Prizoner | Feb 10 2018, 02:55 PM Post #8 |
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Fran did not know exactly what was going to happen today, but she was told to come to a meeting with Mercutio and all the other big wigs on the island and she was a bit intimidated by the prospect in all honesty. Sure she was supposedly one of these chosen ones like all the other ones, but she still did not see herself on the same level as them. Unlike the rest of them her quirk did not give her some sort of superhuman power or ability such as exploding or manipulating the earth around you. Heck all she could do was roll around and pretend to be a doll, but that seemed to be something he found useful so she was going to use it to the best of her abilities. As such she thought that it would be best that she met with one of the people that she knew from the group and go with them. She did not really know the other chosen that well other than Demetri though she was not the most comfortable around him or the goo girl after the whole incident with the Zeak person. She knew that it had to be done and Mercutio had his reasons for it, but it just made her a little uncomfortable so that only really left Kiba and Mercutio. She did not want to approach Mercutio so she just decided to meet up with him and go with him to the meeting. Fran did not have to say much to her friend Kiba as she approached him as he simply picked her up and put her on his head as he made his way to the meeting. He probably even forgot she was even their given that she weighed practically nothing. She was happy that he understood what she wanted given that he was their at the election when Mercutio had mentioned that he was training her to use the fact that she looked like an inanimate object to be a stealthy person. She did not really know how she exactly felt about all of that considering that she wanted to protect people and keep people from dying instead of just being some sort of secret agent, or even worse some sort of assassin. Unlike some of the other ones who had passed Mercutio's series of tests Fran had not killed anybody during the course of them. She shuddered at the thought of it, but as Mercutio had shown during the African elections she might need to in order to maintain balance. She would have to accept that fact though as even the nice boy that she was lying upon was capable of murder if it was needed. Sure his quirk had something to do with it as she gathered from the explanation of his quirk from earlier, but he seemed well adjusted still to her. As she thought about this she looked down at him and smiled as they made their way to the meeting. She would have said something but she did not know who was watching and given her weird way of speaking she did not like to talk more than what was needed and required of her so she just sat there on his head as Mercutio began to speak. She did not know what to expect when she came to this meeting, but this was far beyond what she was expecting. She knew that these people were a member of the same group and that they would be close but she did not know exactly how close that he wanted them to be. The amount of loyalty that he was talking about was beyond just a group of people, it was more like a family. That thought brought a little warmth to her as she had already begun to see this as her new home having a new family would be nice. Having a place where she belonged, a place where people accepted her for who she was, fluffiness and all. He then mentioned something about telling them a story and her attention was peeked about learning more about the Crimson hero Mercutio. He said a lot of things about various names of the island the organization, and what there symbol represented. It all seemed to be based around mythology from a few different religions and such that she did not know too much about. Heck she was a 7 year old girl who had never gone to school or church so most of these topics were over her head, but as he explained their meaning she started to understand what it was the words meant. Both in their actual meaning as well as what they meant to him. He had also lost people close to him and had persevered through it his own way. The specifics of which she was not sure of, but she felt that he was a little closer to them in a way having experienced what they had felt before. This made her feel a bit closer to him and she could not help but smile a bit as he said that he spared them because he saw potential in them. That they could be as strong as him or even stronger than him. She could not help but think that he was just being nice and telling them what they wanted to hear. To her he was a being on high that controlled their fate and the fate of others around them. All she could do was roll up into a ball and stitch herself back up if she got cut. That would not be able to fight off armies or stop the ocean waves in their tracks. Whether he was being honest or not about what he saw in them she did not really care one way or another. If she could be stronger than him then she would use her strength to do the greater good, and if not she would still do the same. How much she contributed to it was all that would change from that. He would then start to talk about some of the people he worked with including the people known as Coconut, Rory, and Gjoll. None of these names rang any bells with her, but the story of how they all came to meet and rely on each other and even something about him giving away his eyes. Fran did not quite understand what or how that was possible, but what he was willing to give up for his friends was amazing. She found the way he brought them each out of their shell in their own way inspiring and wanted to find a way to get that close to him and the other ones gathered here. As if to answer this request of hers that she never said he told them all to tell their stories and receive some gifts from Mercutio. A seal and a cloak which seemed rather interesting since she saw him give the twin being a seal and had wondered what it was since then. He did not really explain what it was, but it was a gift so she would take it willingly. She however was slow to act being a rather inactive person since lying around and playing dead was what she usually did. The first one who stepped forward was a pretty girl with a mouth mask and for a moment she wondered what it was for when she removed it and revealed the scars across her mouth. Fran could not help but feel sad when she saw that and wanted to be able to help the girl in some way but her body was not like Fran's. She could not just stitch up the wound and be fine as if nothing happened. then she went to reveal her past and she could not help but feel a little similar to the girl having been born into a family and having it taken away by criminals and getting taken in to a new group of sorts. The circumstances were different and such but there was still something similar. Then she mentioned that she had met this oni and she was rather curious about it. Mercutio had mentioned it being the greatest threat to people and the reason he killed in Africa so it must be a terrifying creature. When she got the seal put on her she seemed to cringe in pain and mumble a few words which startled her a bit. It looked painful and Fran wondered exactly what that felt like. Her body was weird and did not feel pain like others. The girl then said her code name was Konan and she made sure to remember this name. Remembering two names would be to difficult so she was just going to remember the code name so she would not screw up in the field. Next came the goo girl from before and she was expecting her to tell her story in the language that they shared, but instead she simply vowed her loyalty in English which seemed to be words she had explicitly learned. She really wanted to help the girl with the language barrier, but she was just not comfortable around her after seeing her come and take a friendly, if not reckless boy away as dead. This person would be the hardest for her to form a bond with but it was what Mercutio wanted and she would have to give it a try. After her pledge she got her seal and it happened in a rather flashy way as wings formed from her and then wrapped around her for a moment. It was a mix of beautiful and terrifying at the same time. She started to wonder what would happen to her when she finally got her seal. Then a girl with artificial arms walked up and started naming herself multiple times and Fran did her best to ignore it given she had already decided to call them by code names. That aside the girls story was so sad even among those of the orphans. She had lost her mother, been beaten by her father and robbed of her innocence by a person who was supposed to care for her. Fran did not really know what robbing of her innocence meant, but she was sure it was bad and wanted all these sad feeling of all these people to go away. The fact that she tried turning herself into a robot was interesting since Fran was not really human either. She then said she would rebuild what she had lost rebuild this island, and become a person named Arsenal. She unlike the others did not get a seal and just took her robe. This was going to be her turn for sure she thought as she started to push off Kiba's head, but before she could make any noticeable movement Kiba stepped forth and began taking his turn. Not wanting to be rude she simply stayed down and listened to hear more details on the story she already knew. To her surprise though his name was not Kiba but instead this weird thing to pronounce that she would not even try to say. She heard a few more exact details on his past but for the most part she knew what he was saying already. That he became wild because of his quirk and that Mercutio helped him. The last part he said though about Mercutio being a great teacher and knowing the cost of balance made her think she still had much to learn from not only Mercutio, but Kiba and all the others here. He would then get the seal placed on the back of his neck right below her tail and as the energy spread through him she could feel a bit of the sensation not exactly sure how to process this energy that she was feeling. It was only a small taste of the seals power but she could tell it was something special. He then told them his code name and she was rather confused. If Kiba was not his real name or his code name then what was Kiba and should she keep calling him such? She was rather curious and probably would have asked him if others had not started to speak up. It seemed it was the brother and sisters turn and the brother was talking for the two of them. He seemed rather loving and protective of her as a big brother should. She was a bit jealous of that relation never having any siblings, but maybe they could all get along and she could see him as such one day. He went on to tell them about their past and aside from the event the orphans shared there was not as much doom and gloom as the rest. He shared that in common with the next person who was mentioned by Mercutio earlier. They both seemed to already have seals so they did not have to get one instilled though the later boy did get it recharged. The thought of these seals got her excited and scared to get her own. It was also her time to stand in the spotlight as the Person named Satoshi walked back into the group. Him and the two sibling never gave a code name so she would do her best to remember their names for now. That thought secured she hoped off of Kibas head and landed on the ground with a small impact as her legs seemed to be compressed for a moment and then after they returned to normal she walked on over to where Mercutio was. She was a bit nervous about this whole situation for a number of reasons. She did not know how they would react to her past or her trouble speaking. She did not want to be thought of as stupid or felt bad for but she had to speak up since all the others did. "I wam Frwanada Vwega. My Fwamily was nice and woving, but they died." she said looking a bit sad for a moment before realizing that it could be confused with them dying at the elections like most of the orphans so she quickly had to clear it up. "They were not kwilled by you doe Mer cute she oh, they died to wobbers..... I wa wa watched as dey stabbed my fwather and burned my mama. I would have died to wif it was not for me wooking like a dwoll." She tried her best to smile to the others at this time but it was obviously fake as she didn't want to think about this or talk about it." I didn't know what to do. I walked and walked twill I cwould walk no more. I thwought i woud die der, but as I way der a girl saw me and twook me up. She thwought me a toy and I felt no weason to correct her or even move. There I wived as her toy for a while untwil she found out I was weal. She became my fwiend and she kept me a secwet. Until the ewection, she did not make it out..." she looked around at all the people though and smiled a bit more genuine. "Now I have a new fwamily though." "Uhm as for a name I'm not to sure. Whatever woo thwink is bwest is fwine by me." she would say honestly feeling a bit weird about having to use code names and such when out and about in the rest of the world outside of the island. It might be because he loved using names with meaning or symbolism like the ones for the organization and the island and she honestly thought he would think of something meaningful and clever. She would then let Mercutio put a seal on her stomach and feel as the energy would course though her body. The sensation was like that of when she was on Kiba's head but much more in all senses of the word. She fell backwards not sure how to handle this sensation and just stared blankly for a moment before reaching up and grabbing the cloak meant for her. It was not hard to spot being much smaller than all the others. She then walked over to where Kiba was feeling comfortable with him and wanting to get out of the spotlight. |
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| CrabSage | Feb 10 2018, 09:57 PM Post #9 |
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There were so many people. When Mercutio said he would only choose some, Rosa thought it would be less than ten. Negan and her had been on Elysium for awhile now, but this was the first time they were with the group called Adrestia. The white-haired girl stayed by her brother's side as she looked around at the group. As the stories from the Being of Balance were told the girl found herself swinging her arms at her side. While all the definitions and reasons for the strange names were new, she didn't particularly care. While it turned out everyone on Elysium weren't bad people all Rosa wanted was her and Negan to be allowed to go home already. She missed the cool air, the snow, and her home. The mention of killing everyone being easy made Rosa freeze up even if it wasn't a threat. The flatter afterward didn't little to help her nerves after such a dark comment. The compliment from Mercutio did get a faint blush on the young girl's face, but as others began to tell their life stories that went away. Negan's assurance he would do the talking got a nod in response from Rosa. With so many people around she wasn't even comfortable whispering to her older brother. As her older brother told the others about how they got there Rosa looked at everyone for reactions. Some of the faces were ones she knew already, but there were some that were still new. She hadn't been paying the most attention as the people before told their stories, too preoccupied trying to figure out how Mercutio expected her to trust all these people. Once Negan was done Rosa was quick to follow him up to Mercutio. Even with her older brother and many of the others wearing their cloaks the whitehaired girl just grabbed hers without putting it on. Using her free hand she covered the seal on her neck and quickly turned away to walk back in line with the others. That Rory guy sounds like he has the right idea. I wish there was a way to get rid of this. Rosa thought as she looked down at herself. Even if she refused to wear the Adrestia garb the mark would keep her as part of the group. If she tried running away there was no telling what Mercutio could do through the seal. As even more people told their stories Rosa couldn't help but listen and tear up slightly at some of them. She really was lucky before the events in Africa, why did some of these people have to suffer even more after already living hard lives? |
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| Casshern | Feb 11 2018, 07:14 PM Post #10 |
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With how life has been as of late it wasn't surprising to awaken to a announcement of a meeting on the neighboring island Mia. He assumed attendance was mandatory, as Mercutio only addressed him when something was happening. It bothered him very much to be that guy’s lap dog, but what other options did he have? Mercutio had eyes on all them, leaving was impossible and with this seal on Demetri’s chest, god knows what else Mercutio could do to him. Up until now, the teen had been telling himself to stay patient, bide his time for the opportunity to enact his revenge, but as the days continued to pass, that goal began to seem farther and farther from reality. The raw difference in their strength was much too great to simply wait for an opportunity. It seemed Demetri would be the last one to congregate at the future Shipping Yard, arriving just in time to listen to Mercutio speech. The man would go on to describe what exactly the group was, going into its origins, meaning behind names, the works. With the way Mercutio spoke, it would be easy to be swayed by his words, but Demetri burning hatred for man would not allow him. He was still the murderer of his beloved older sister. Then, one by one, the other’s would step up and tell their story. None of them were especially happy origins, as many of them had dark pasts. Demetri would recognize several of the people who were there. Fran, Negan, Rosa and Discord were all familiar faces he had encountered in the past, as they all had participated in the Orphan Games and were chosen from there. The other four were complete strangers, but the boy would take note of their face and names as they spoke to the group. Demetri was not really the one for attention, usually brooding in the corner and watching everyone else in silence. He really had no interest in sharing his story with them all, wishing to keep his past to himself, but it would seem that once again had no choice but to do as he was told. “I am Demetri Castellanos,” he said with a stern face. “I was born in Cyprus, were I stayed for the majority of my life, living alongside my older sister and father…” Bringing up his sister caused the boy to become a little emotional, as he had not spoken about her to anyone since their demise. “They were both killed from the events of the African Election.” Demetri would grit his teeth, trying to resist the urge to express his anger. “You speak of trust, but I’m sorry to say there is no room in my heart for such sentiments. I’m not looking for family, friends, comrades…” He would focus on Mercutio. “I’m looking for power, the strength to conquer my enemies.” The blonde paused for a second, realizing he had said much more than he had intended to, but it was indeed all true. The love he had for his sister was replaced by the saplings of hatred and despair, digging their roots deep into his soul. Walking up to Mercutio to recharge his seal and receive a new robe, Demetri would ask, “That isn’t a problem, is it?” After this, he would go and join the rest of the group, having the robes hang over his left shoulder. |
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| Reggie | Feb 13 2018, 07:48 PM Post #11 |
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A soft wind spun threw as everyone took turn speaking and addressing the group, in a moment of child like distraction, something caught in the breeze like a leaf caught his attention. Their weren't leaves on Elysium yet. He snatched the the airborne object and as he touched it, the ink reacted to him and glowed with energy so he could read it. 'Thinking over Kull as President I didn’t think you’d care, so I'm off to handle it as we discussed. Best Regards & Please Fuck Off, Rory' A soft laugh rolled free from his and he added just before Lyra spoke, "Seems Rory is taking on a mission in America and can't be joining us. Unfortunate, but he isn't really needing much training." "My name is Lyra Masterson, and I... came from a wealthy family. Disowned when I murdered someone in self-defense, and got charged as if I was the assaulter. My parents paid everyone off in order to make the trial go as smoothly as possible to persecute me, and disown me as I was not their star child. I was thankfully released because someone graduated the school, and felt it safe to give a proper testimony and admit I acted in self defense. Once released, I was given enough money to live on my own, since I have no family anymore. That was going good for a while, but then some meathead burst into my room and brought gangbangers shooting that shot up my apartment, and then practically sweeping me up off my feet and into some Penthouse in a skyscraper in New York until the heat died down... It never did. I..... I stole a letter from my saviors, or rather captors, which was an invite to the Gala. I went there in order to see if I could finally get control in my life. Oni happened, ruined the entire event, and I was saved by Mercutio. Everything afterward, you all might know already." Mercutio only nodded along before he popped her forehead in a scolding manner, sending a wave of his energy threw her to recharge her seal in the most painful manner. "AND THAT... is for how sloppily you handled the Tokyo Bridge incident. I said save those who deserve it not help destroy a National Landmark." while she was distracted by his scolding and the pain her a good, hefty kick to the gut to move her out of the way for the next person before she recovered, much quicker than he assumed which made him smile. "You meant well, and I understood why you did what you did, but you need to have no loose ends and leave spotlights stay illuminated. It was your first mission and regardless of the messy out come, it was a.. start." he chuckled before quickly finishing his mumbled statement into his tea that tipped itself into his mouth to drink. She looked over everyone as she almost forgot the codename she was supposed to give them and Mercutio nearly forgot as well. "Yeah, that thing that Mercutio called me when I first came here? Cannon? No no no... OH, Konan! That'll be my codename." Mercutio sipped away at his tea, reheating it as it started to steam once more. “You speak of trust, but I’m sorry to say there is no room in my heart for such sentiments. I’m not looking for family, friends, comrades…” He said, focusing on Mercutio as Merc met his eyes the best he could. “I’m looking for power, the strength to conquer my enemies." Demetri walked up to Mercutio to recharge his seal and receive a new robe, Demetri would ask, “That isn’t a problem, is it?” Mercutio was hit with a massive wave of nostalgia after hearing Demetri's words because he sounded like a younger version of himself. "Do you think I'll be able to make YOU strong enough to kill me before you realize I'm more a benefit to you than a symbol of a dark mark in your history?" he laughed, punching him in the chest as he heaved a crimson punch. The crimson coated his fist as he did to add that propulsion elements. The crimson from his fist would recharge Demetri's seal; "You think I don't know how to break sass? Did you not hear me read Rory's note? And also if it weren't for me, your little trip to South America would have found you dead without that seal. Why else would you need to recharge it. Control, based on your quirks ability as I've come to understand it, will be your name." he said, scoffing to himself in a bit of laughter. "I give you all that I am, down to the last drop of my blood." A person of few words, pleasant. "This is Discord, I dubbed her such because of her quirks ability to cause disturbance all across the battlefield. It also helps that she looks as she does and yet be so damn, well... sorry, disgusting." he chuckled as he wasn't sure what other way to put how she looked covered in the fleshy goo. "Not that we give a fuck, eh? " he laughed, "You handled taking care of Zeak very well and reacting to Kaneda perfectly. It was a mission well done with no one else harmed to severely." he said as she cloaked herself and waddled away. Mercutio was interested to see what Shiori had to say upon being brought here without any real knowledge of who they were. She was someone whom he knew quite a bit about despite not actually knowing her, but her U.A file had nothing on her past that she delved into. Honestly, he never realized someone's life could feel and appear as dark as his own cruel, twisted fate. It wasn't until she ended on a certain topic that he felt the need to say anything at all. "I chose to go to UA and learn to become a hero. I made friends for the first time, real friends that I cherished but even still I could not accept that place. They teach children to compete instead of cooperate, to fit in a society that reduced real heroism to a 9 to 5 job were fame is more important then the people you save. Where you need a license to do the right thing or risk being buried in bureaucracy and money debt. So I did what I did best I ran away to try and fix myself. But I have learned that you can't put something that is broken back together exactly as it was. Our flaws and scars forever mark us, we can only try and make something new out of those broken pieces. I have come to realize we don't wear masks to hide who we are, we wear them hoping to one day become the mask and better ourselves. Mercutio invited me here to help build up this country, and I finally realized that I'm not a fighter, not a hero that smashes through limits with fists of steel and endless hope to make a better world by force. I will build that future with the two hands I lost and then rebuild. My hero card says that I am 'Steel Soldier', but I don't think that fits me anymore, I'm here to support you all and build the tools with which you can shape the world. So call me Arsenal, and that is what I will build you." 'And build you will, Arsenal.' he repeated, smiling. " You already have the plans, and we are walking the ground that was planned for the shipping yard. Our materials are held as discussed." he nodded, satisfied in his choice of Shiori. "As well, I'd wish you to find the Fox-boy. He is very handy with building and I think he could be of a great bit of help to you if not a small set of hands to help you work. Hopefully, this flies because I already kind of told him that if you pass his work, he could build... and airport... SMALL, but yeah... I agreed." he said, scratching the back of his head awkwardly. "Anyway.." As Gjoll spoke, Mercutio drew his hand out from his cloak, his index finger extended like a finger-gun as a small red orb charged at the tip. Once Gjoll finished speaking, he fired his shot at his chest. Mercutio realized that the way he recharged Gjoll's seal coupled with him knowing the pain he was about to take on made his next words even more impactful after not letting out a peep from the intense pain. "As some of you know, my Adrestian name is Feraocity, and while it's most likely unavoidable, I hope to God you never find out why." And his stone-cold demeanor when faced with fear and pain most likely told it all. As Negan spoke and he watch Rosa hide behind him, it got him thinking. 'I need to get them their mansion... Note to self, pick up Mansion. Move it here. ???? Profit.' It wasn't until he was told that Negan's seal was fully charged that his head perked up a bit and he thought of a way to show the Taylors how Mercutio thought of them, now. "Perfect, Rosa stand over there and Negan over here." he directed more than asked. It was then that Mercutio noticed Rosa aura flickering in a fearful manner. She... 'She must feel like a prisoner." he thought, and those ideas being considered reminded her of his Sister Mia being stuck in odd situations that cause similar situations. He waited till they moved and were not only standing away from the group, but as though they were in an old Western and they were about to draw their pistols at high noon. Ironically, Mercutio drew his gun and spoke softly and slow to them both, but loud enough to be heard by all. "If you want to live the life you both seek, you MUST listen to me even if it seems blind. I don't want lemmings whom cannot think for themselves, but for this one scenario... I need you to realize something... so, listen to my words exactly..." he said as his hand softly jostled the gun around in his palm, the metallic of the gun's mechanisms clattering softly against one another. Calling to everyone at once to gain their attention, some only just getting over the pain of the seal, he put his gun to Negan's temple as his overwhelming presence permeated the air. "Use your quirk... and...try to kill your sister." he said, the word try being accent ever so. "Or I'll kill you both." he instructed with no smile or hint of sarcasm as the barrel of his gun pressed hard into the young man's temple as Mercutio activated Negan's seal without him knowing beside the soft burning that would come with it's activation, although since Mercutio was fueling it directly, he didn't need to get the seal recharged. "Are you crazy?" Negan shouted in utter disbelief. There was no way he'd ever try to kill his sister, he didn't care how intimidating or powerful Mercutio could be. As scared as Negan was, he couldn't help but become suspicious. Could this be another test? It sure didn't sound like one. His mind ran a mile a minute, eventually coming the grim conclusion that he would have no choice but to listen to Mercutio. If he didn't do what Mercutio said then they'd both be dead. He would just have to put all his faith into the Being of Balance and hope that the Crimson man knew what he was doing. Negan reluctantly raised a shaky hand, pointing it towards Rosa. He closed his eyes as he activated his quirk, shooting an explosion at his sister. The only physical feeling Rosa would encounter was her body getting lower and lower as her brother destroyed the sand, stone, rock and rubble away around and under her without as much as a drop of sweat being generated. As the dust cleared, Rosa would remain their unscathed, "And I understand trust is hard to gain." he said as he turned the gun on Rosa and fired a massive orb of crimson light from the barrel as he activated Rosa's seal. Her form would disappear for the moment as his attack rapidly grew in a manner that most of them would know to be the same ability he used during the African Elections. He knew they would know of it's destructive power and it would be the only way he could help Rosa understand. Before everyone's eyes, almost like a black hole, Rosa's body took in the blast before expelling glimmering, pieces of dust as the energy was nullified around her. "Negan, your seal makes it so, even in a blind fight, you will never be able to strike your sister." he said with a smile before attempting to pat Rosa on the head, "And until you feel safe, I gave you something I covet and cherish. I've given you a seal unlike any other that reacts based on your fear when in danger. When activated, hostile energy is diffused and removed in order to keep those who'd try to set you a blaze and the likes at bay." he finished, giving a gestured for them to move along. "So, don't look so sad, hmm? I'll have Satoshi get you your house if that makes it better?" he said as he to his cup of tea from the air with his actual hand to take a nice long sip as he looked for a joint. "You two will have the same name because you are one. You are Unity." he said between sips, lighting his joint after fumbling for a few moments to find it. "To tell you all the truth, even when I agreed to join, I was a dumb kid, I didn't know what was ahead of me. I wanted Mercutio to make me strong just so I could call myself a success in some regard, so I'd be better than other people." He let out a sigh, finding it oddly difficult to admit how dumb his reasons for initially joining were. "Only after that, did I see the reason why Mercutio was training us. I went to the Gala and witnessed the power Oni holds, and what he uses it for. Gave me a dose of reality, what I really should be using my potential for." Satoshi balled one hand into a fist and raised it up to about chest-level. "Simply put, I want to fry that abomination, put his shit to an end." Mercutio's finger tip slowly traced over Sato's skin as he gave him his seal. "Sato, or to soon be known as, Kōji, from the name Kōjin. He was the God of fire in Japanese Myths and was considered a God of, uncertain temperament that always seems to flare up, boiling over like lava. Fran would waddle across the ground and Mercutio would raise her up so she could address the group at a normal height and quickly Mercutio responded. "Fran, you know... it's funny. You may not remember this, but that little girl was the reason you made it out. She was barely holding on and handed you to me. If it weren't for my quirk, I wouldn't have known you were alive. She thought she was saving you, but what you don't know is... she is getting released from the hospital today. She was one of the first people I picked up to save. Her selflessness to choose your life over hers moved me. Sadly, I don't know her name, but you friend isn't dead... she is very alive." he was happy to say, finally able to give a grip of good news. He said, poking Fran's nose as it began to glow and turn red in color like Rudolph the Reindeer. "You are know as H-A-T; otherwise known as HAT. It stands for Hidden Attack Teddy. I figured you'd be best suited for more covert ops, which is why calling you as such felt right." he went on to make sure it made sense to her. "So, now that most of you bled your hearts to me, I'll share myself with you." And so began the tale of where he came from, who he was, and where he was going to be. "I was born without the ability to fully use my legs and without what people would call a 'proper/useful quirk'. My bones were extremely brittle, and still are to a point and using merely my body weight on them would create searing pain and bone fractures. My quirk, to marriage my useless body, not only made me glow red, but it rely'd how I was feeling. Life despite this was beautiful, but something was wrong behind the scenes that I never could see as an ignorant child. Around age 13 I could comprehend now that my Father took me away and moved to the States to protect me but... leaving my baby sister and Mother behind killed me inside. Eventually, I attempted to move on with life, and picked up a guitar, teaching myself to play in order to maybe become famous through music. Use that as my path back to them, I don't know it's a dream stupid kids have, anyway... Between playing the guitar and physical therapy, I didn't have a lot of time to talk or worry about anything else. Everything I was doing was for my end goal. At the age of 18, after years of hard work I actually ended up set off on tour with a small band and became popular enough, gaining enough revenue, to send us all to Japan on our first tour outside the states. The only reason I wasn't able to get the gig, unknown to him, was due to forces working behind the scenes at work. While the band was excited to go. I will admit, a bit of an obsession had grown as the events of the past began to fall into place before me. More and more facets of my life were revealing themselves piece by piece,but it wasn't until my Step-Mother called to say my Father was "killed in an accident" back in Washington, that I really understood. That I really knew all my paranoia was real. It was on the way to the show that I called my band-mates, and shortly after hanging up the phone, and focusing on driving to the gig... everything went dark. I was struck by a semi and sadly for all of you, I came out of it alive, in fact, it was that accident and the sheer internal, subconscious will to live that awakened my quirk to it's full potential. Many hardships I've faced blindly without consideration for myself, even though that may be hard to see... I saw that every time I attempted to sway the balance or favor into my side, it would all just blow up in my face. This was when the concept of Adrestia was formed. So, to finish this and reiterate, let me say this: Adrestia exists for one purpose. This purpose is not for fame nor glory, nor money or flesh. This is for people who truly value life and the world they know and cherish. The current world we hold is the closet image of peace we will ever have and in order to assure that this is kept... that order and balance are maintained. Pro Heroes aren't truly the most Heroic, because none of those bastards would dare tarnish their appearance to do what was actually right. They would never sacrifice the fame and glory and love of the people to actually help them... but we do and sometimes we must do that which makes our stomachs' wrench and our heart weep to do so." he finished with an exhausted sigh. "I want you all to toughen up, and I want you to see what Oni is capable of first hand so you can subconsciously prepare... so you all will know what effort you must put forth to live the lives here you wish to live." he said, his words growing worrisome for those who have been around long enough. In a dramatic fashion, with them all grouped and staring them down past through the thin smokescreen from his joint and would simply say, "So, we are going to the Australia." he said laughing softly as he assumed none of them knew what Australia once was, "That which you'd all refer to as, the Dark Continent." |
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| Neharo | Feb 14 2018, 12:35 PM Post #12 |
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Gjöll was slightly disappointed to hear that Rory would not be joining them. It had been quite a while since they had parted ways, he was interested in what the white haired boy had been up to. Gjöll's past experience with Rory lead him to believe that whatever was written on the note had most likely been paraphrased, as it seemed a far too formal explanation of his absence. Though Mercutio was right, between the first trip to the Dark Continent and his U.A. classes it was doubtful Rory needed any training. 'I wonder what his Mission in America is?' He would question to himself. Mercutio's comments to Lyra would raise several questions in the boy's mind. What was her mission? Had it been some kind of test? Despite having been handled sloppily, the fact that she was still here seemed to indicate that she had still passed. He was not normally one to pry into the affairs of others, so this small amount of information would have to do for now. After he stepped forward, it seemed that the orphan named Demetri still seemed to have a bone to pick with Mercutio. It was fairly apparent that he still didn't understand the man that he was dealing with. Mercutio wasn't the type to give up just because a student didn't like him. Hell, he was still pretty sure that Rory still had a mild amount of dislike/disrespect for Merc, and that was despite all of the training, the life saving, and the fact that the man had literally given up his sight for him. His strange relationship with Kull, was on an entirely different level, but was also a perfect example of how futile this act of rebellion really was. If this kid thought that a little bit of back talk would dissuade the Being of Balance, he needed to be awakened to reality and soon. Gjöll would shake his head slightly at the man's comment about Rory's note, as he seemed to have forgotten that he did not read it aloud, but at least now his earlier suspicion that it had been paraphrased was confirmed. It would probably come at no surprise to anyone, especially Gjöll, when the man would take a swing at Demetri. By Mercutio's standards it was an honestly rather friendly attempt to knock some common sense into him. All eyes would definitely drawn to attention when the man gave his ultimatum to the Taylor boy. Without prior knowledge of what their seals did, what he was asking seemed drastic and maybe a little unhinged , even to Gjöll. If it had been anyone but Mercutio asking Negan to try and harm his little sister, Gjöll would have considered them insane, but Mercutio always had a method to his madness, and this time would be no different. As the explosions erupted around the small girl and energy bolts were dispelled by her seal, it would show just how much he really did care for the child. With such a drastic demand for trust, he hoped that her mind would be able to comprehend that he really did have the best intentions for the two of them. His comment about having Satoshi retrieve their house would not go unnoticed, and he was sure the siblings would not forget it either. Did he really have the resources collect something so big and bring it here...from Canada? While Satoshi seemed to have a slightly happier story then the rest of the them, his determination was not one that could be questioned. This had been undoubtedly proven by his help during the African Elections. The fact that the big island that they spend most of their time on was also created by Satoshi was also a reminder of how strong the young man. Given that that most if not all of their Adrestian names had to do with their quirks, the name Kōji was definitely fitting. As Fran hopped off of his head, it would dawn on Gjöll the he had completely forgotten she was there. He wasn't sure if it was how weightless she was, or just how good she was at staying motionless, possibly a combination of both? While her story was also sad, the fact that her family had not been wiped out during the African Elections did explain the ease with which she had joined the cause. While it was hard to gauge her age, she seemed fairly young, a trait that would definitely help her in the long run as her worldview would hopefully require less reconstruction to accept what it meant to enforce balance. It was also very good to hear that Fran's friend had survived the elections, one piece of good news among a sea of tragedy. The name Mercutio had chosen for her was interesting, as it was not only a rather hilarious pun, but also the only name that was an acronym. As he booped her nose with crimson energy, it appeared that he still had plans for the small orphan as he left her suspended in the air in front of them. As Mercutio spoke to them about his personal history, Gjöll would finally be able to piece together the small snapshots the man had provided about his life over the last year and a half. While there was still a few gaps between the awakening of his power and the DC prison break, the man's pursuit of balance could explain his actions in most situations, no matter the order. His final thoughts about what it mean to maintain balance should resonate with almost everyone here, as only two of them had not been in Africa. "I want you all to toughen up, and I want you to see what Oni is capable of first hand so you can subconsciously prepare... so you all will know what effort you must put forth to live the lives here you wish to live." This statement would perplex Gjöll at first. He had seen first hand what Oni was capable of. 'Had Mercutio found a way to draw Oni out? No, If Merc found a way to get Oni's attention at will, given he had lost his arm during their last clash, it would likely be less of a see first hand and more of a die moment. Which meant...' So, we are going to the Australia. 'He doesn't mean we are going back to..' he was cut off mid thought by the final revelation. "That which you'd all refer to as, the Dark Continent." 'Fuck' he would internally curse. It was inevitable that they would return to that wretched place at some point, but he had hoped that it would not be this soon. Several images of the terrors they had encounters would flash through his mind for a few seconds. Flashbacks The eyes of the last minion they had been up against would remain, the image temporarily burned into his mind. He had been no more than just a mild distraction if even that for the entire fight. Not only that but the injury to his ankle had taken weeks to heal, and that had been from just getting barely getting grabbed by the things power. He would give a slightly questioning look to Mercutio. Sure the whole life or death scenario would be great for team building, and they were both far stronger now then they had been back then, but there would now be far more people to defend and keep track of this time. If he was not only willing to but also encouraging them to return to the Dark Continent, either he had plans that required the group to be stronger and wanted to put them into action soon, or something far darker was coming. Gjöll certainly hoped it was it was the former. Falling back into his old anti-social habits, He would keep his displeasure silent for now, not wanting to upset or discourage those who did't truly know what they were in for. Summary
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| FritzingHell | Feb 15 2018, 03:52 PM Post #13 |
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"ACK!" Lyra muttered as she was poked in the forehead, before devolving into hushed curse words as the pain just jolted through her head to the back of her neck. Giving Mercutio a very tilted glance, the masked woman was then informed it was a form of punishment due to the fiasco at the bridge. Her eyes widened as it soon fell upon her shoulders that the bridge was destroyed, meaning that Mercutio must've gotten some facts wrong. Opening her mouth to speak behind her mask, Lyra's voice escaped her as she realized that there was a brief period of time where she could have ended Yuurei's life right there and then with little resistance. Because of the cockiness coming from that seal of the time, it created an opportunity for rubber boy to swoop in and act. Due to that one little bit of over-confidence, then the entire situation could have been avoided. Mercutio took the opportunity from Lyra's hesitation in order to give her a kick, making her back up quite a bit. Arms wrapping around her mid-section, she looked rather perturbed at the Crimson man as he continued on with his judgement of the situation. Despite her frustration, a point was to be seen as now there was a loose end in he form of Gideon, who seemed to share his own info to some murderous psychopath, while gutting out the real truths of the situation. Being laughed at for her mistake, it only reaffirmed that Lyra's stances should be more concise and to the point. Pointless show boating for her own ego pretty much cost her too damn much. Taking her spot silently, Lyra made the announcement of her Then the oddly silent woman walked on up to Mercutio and knelt, speaking a small sentence in English. Lyra really didn't understand the point of that whole show, especially since she didn't know anything about Maya or her struggle in speaking. And Lyra wouldn't learn any of that immediately as Mercutio started his explanation on this person's codename and their odd quirk. Shiori was next, and Lyra's eyes opened up in shock at this story. Sure, she heard sob stories like this all the time, but its also shocking as hell to meet with someone who still lived with it. And from the sounds of it, those memories still haunted her. Though, from now on, Shiori was going to be the 'Arsenal' to Adrestia. Gjoll told his story, and it sounded like that his life was really rough because of his quirk. Moreso than the obvious Quirk impediments, as blood is something that can not be avoided too easily. Jeez, these past two were such heart string tuggers, that it was a bit of a relief to find that the Negan twins were apparently in the same boat when it comes to being born in wealth. Upon hearing the answer of killing the twin, Lyra kept herself from falling for the same ploy again in the same minute. No one was in any real danger here, and that's because the Crimson Fucker himself always kept his cards close to his chest until it's time to reveal. And reveal he did, once Negan shot off an explosion that seemed to curve around his sister. What the hell CAN'T those seals do?! After the twins headed off, Satoshi pretty much introduced himself, and found that Lyra was agreeing with taking down that Oni bastard....... Once they could stand on an even playing field, because that black monstrosity was outrageous back at the gala. Then the stuffed animal started moving and speaking?! This was a first... Honestly, Lyra wasn't sure on how she felt listening to the words of an animal, but a stuffed one at that. Well, whatever the stance was, it seemed that this toy person held a rather sad, yet odd life. Well, at least there was some silver lining to the stuffed one's life. Mercutio himself piled onto this with his own backstory, which proved that even with how strong he was now, his upbringing was rather horrid to him. He even shared the origins of Adrestia and its purpose, which would be to preserve how this world is right now. Then the blind man started to talk about bringing them all somewhere called the Dark Continent? "So it ain't an Internet Hoax then?" Lyra mused to herself, recalling seeing some images of a map labeled 'Dark Continent Map' rolling across the web. Aside from the map, she knew nothing else on what this Dark Continent was. Tis the life of a sheltered shut in after all. |
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| Will | Feb 18 2018, 03:25 AM Post #14 |
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Negan was such a scumbag. He was supposed to be the big brother that Rosa could always rely but when faced with the threat of death he had put his sister in harm's way. One could argue that he didn't have much of a choice but Negan certainly didn't see it that way. He had failed Rosa and acted selfishly for fear of his life. Mercutio had told them that he would have killed them both had Negan not done what he did but the maroon-haired boy couldn't help but feel there was another way he could have handled the situation. What if he had called Mercutio's bluff and refused to do anything? Would Mercutio have followed through with his threat and killed him? If Negan had refused then it probably meant he had failed Merc's test, giving the being of balance the perfect reason to kill them both. Although the threat of dying was no longer there, the fear from Mercutio's actions still lingered He had just recently begun to feel more comfortable around Merc but after this he was too scared to even interact with the guy. The male half of Fusion-Ha tried to see it from Mercutio's point of view. The man was only trying to show that he wanted to protect them but Negan believed he had gone about it all wrong. Rosa was just a little girl who was still suffering from the events in Africa and he had no right to make her so stressed. If he really wanted them to trust him then why couldn't he have just told them about the seals? If they really did trust him then they would have most certainly believed whatever Mercutio told them. But due to Mercutio's extreme actions, the two Taylor siblings were left feeling traumatized. Negan was more than mad at Merc but he knew that he needed to find it in his heart to forgive him. Mercutio had meant well when he did what he did and although Negan didn't want to forgive him for traumatizing Rosa he knew that they wouldn't be able to move forward if he still held anger towards Mercutio's actions. His eyes lit up when he heard Mercutio mention their old mansion. Could Satoshi really get their house onto Elysium? The idea of that happening was absolutely absurd to Negan but he wanted it to be possible so badly. He missed his old house and he missed his old room. The sleeping conditions on Elysium weren't the worse but Negan would give anything to sleep one night in his old bed. He made a mental note to talk to Mercutio about it later. Negan hoped that they'd actually revisit the idea in the near future. He'd hate for it to be an idea that never got to reach fruition. Still, Negan had no idea how something like that could even happen. Satoshi was pretty strong but surely he wouldn't be able to safely move their mansion all the way to Elysium, right? If Mercutio had faith that Satoshi could do it then Negan figured it was probably feasable but it was just so hard to wrap his mind around a concept like that. Moving a house a couple feet was a challenge on it's own but moving a huge mansion to a small island would no doubt prove to be unimaginably harder. Negan stood next to Rosa, listening to everyone else talk around him. There were a lot of interesting people gathered here, that stuffed animal-looking thing being the most interesting of them all. He wondered if they had actual stuffing instead of blood and guts; of course, there was no way he was actually going to try and find out. That would probably turn very morbid very fast. Negan looked down at his sister, an incredible amount of guilt bubbling to the surface of his usually calm exterior. "Sister... are you okay? I'm so sorry I shot that blast at you. I thought we would both die if I didn't do it." He whispered uncomfortably to Rosa. Negan wasn't sure what else he should say to her. He felt like a terrible brother and his efforts to console her would most likely be useless. The Maroon-haired boy's eyes widened upon hearing the mention of the Dark Continent. From what Merc had told him the Dark Continent was a pretty scary place full of monsters that hailed from one's darkest nightmares. It did not seem like the kind of place that he and Rosa would be comfortable travelling to. Still, he had pledged himself to Mercutio and would do what was asked of him. However, he wasn't just going to follow blindly. "Why are we going to that place? Isn't it extremely dangerous?" He said rather loudly to Mercutio. "I believe an explanation is in order." the maroon-haired boy said, a bit of anger underlying in his tone. The boy may have silently forgiven Mercutio but his anger over having a gun pressed against his forehead had yet to subside. Negan may have been his subordinate but that didn't mean he wouldn't voice his concerns. |
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| BigGuava | Feb 18 2018, 08:07 AM Post #15 |
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Back in Mississippi, Leroy was always enamored with how the passing visitor talked about their bosses. Some employers had a killer sense for business, for fashion, and even the occasional killer sense for management. Leroy's boss, it turned out, had a killer sense that eclipsed these memories. Big Red, the little bumpkin learned, had a killer sense of energy. Leroy's enigmatic energy employer had treated him just about as well as he could ask. Fresh food, a place to live, and even introduced him to some new kind of kickass cartoons called an-er-may. The guy was a big fan of "balance" for some reason, and the Goose was somehow in it's good graces. Apparently, he learned, the merciful neck snapping of a dying orphan was a Prime of this. Most importantly, however, Mercutio brought Leroy purpose. The miniature medic would never be out of a job, as the crimson hero's island was always ripe with patients. Some, however, were hideously mutilated due to Big Red's immense power. This last patient, it seemed, was the poster child for "hideously mutilated." The wondrous waterfowl spent hours upon upon trying to heal this shredded heap of flesh, nearly passing out at the intense stress. As the small doctor simply aided another's blood cells with his own, and because of such placed a similar strain upon his own body. It was an arduous process, but the deed was inevitably finished. Leroy would enter the scene, leading a wobbly figure wearing a burlap sack upon the head, and a night gown across their torso. The goose was left panting as he waddled up towards the others, and missing the previous conversations due to his work. His alabaster feathers were now stained a light pink, his spiked hat now several shades darker from the sweat. "Well Big Red, I'm bout as pooped as a pig playin' in manure. Now I done all I could, and I just bout got 'em patched up. Pro'lem is, he's uglier than a long day of work. He's all loopty loop from the meds, and he'll prolly start hollerin' when they wear off. But fer now, he ain't bleedin'. Just ugly. Now kids, look away fer a second need be so Ol' Leroy can show off his handiwork. This ain't gonna be fer the faint of heart, and I'm pretty sure y'all don't wanna have no more nightmares. 'Least not after last time, since half y'all's beds are still yeller, uh-Honk, Honk, Honk! The country bumpkin would wait a few minutes for the younger orphans to turn away, intent on not scarring the more impressionable young'ins. With a quick jump, the goose would snatch off both burlap sack which covered the lizard's face and the shroud along his upper body. The reveal was like unwrapping a terrifying present, as if Halloween Town decided to take Christmas for ransom once again. The man's skin around his side and chest dropped and sagged in unnatural and uncomfortable looking ways, a side effect of such significant and hastened healing. What was previously his face was now a grotesque scab, with a tinge of blood still surrounding its edges. The wounds which were his fingers and tail were simply closed, with no chance of the limbs being rejuvenated. Unfortunately, Leroy's quirk could only heal what a person normal could; it couldn't perform miracles. |
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