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| A War on All Fronts; Vitality vs Elysium | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Apr 7 2018, 03:09 AM (2,268 Views) | |
| Slam | Apr 8 2018, 08:15 AM Post #16 |
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Gabrielle sat at the cliffside, gazing off at the distant horizon as she normally did when she was feeling down, which was quite often as it turned out. After all that happened following the African Elections she was understandably dealing with a lot. She had a hard time communicating with most of the other residents of the island as her English was shaky at best along with the fact that all she really cared about was getting off the island and getting home to her remaining family. Gabrielle therefore didn't try all that hard to get to know many of the islanders including most of the other orphans, though there were a couple that she'd made some connection with. Because of this however, the French girl felt alienated and lonely. She sat at the edge of the cliff, peering down occasionally at the waves slapping against the rock below. Gabrielle formed a small orb of ice in between her fingers and held it up in front of the sun, letting it catch the rays of light and scatter. It was a little glimmer of beauty in her otherwise empty life here on Alana. Suddenly, though there were no clouds in the sky, a shadow of something passed in between the marble and the sun, blocking the rays and causing Gabrielle to look up and see what it was. She quickly got to her feet, staring up at the jet that had begun descending down towards the island. It was the first time she'd seen a plane in she didn't know how long, what with the island being out in the middle of nowhere and all. For a brief moment Gabrielle thought it was someone who'd come to take her back to France, though she knew that was more than a long shot. Nonetheless, the girl began running across the field to see who'd decided to come and visit. Perhaps she could even convince them to take her when they left. From a distance Gabrielle watched a group of people emerge from the jet led by a tall woman wearing what looked like a hero's outfit. Were they really here to take her home? She was about to call out to them when all of a sudden the woman launched a ball of magma skyward, freezing Gabrielle in place as she watched the ball arc through the air and light up the island's only hospital. "Merde!!" She cursed aloud, but none of the group from the jet seemed to have noticed her and continued on, leaving her dumbstruck. They'd just attacked a building full of civilians absolutely unprovoked. Were they really heroes? Quickly, Gabrielle began sprinting towards the center of town and saw people beginning to gather in response to the attack. It looked like the newcomers were squaring up, getting ready to fight with Mercutio who'd also arrived along with many of his colleagues and some of the other orphans. Without even really thinking, Gabrielle ran up to the group and stood in front of the other orphans, placing herself between them and the attackers. She had no love for Mercutio or his people, unable to forgive him for what he'd done to her father, but despite a part of her wanting to run and let them deal with this themselves, there was no way Gabrielle could leave the other orphans. She spoke up in English to the opposing side. "I do not know who you are, but please do not hurt these people. There has been enough spilled blood. I do not want any more to die." Even as she said it, Gabrielle looked at the newcomers and could see that a fight was inevitable. She wasn't fully acquainted with the other orphans that had shown, but Gabrielle still decided to protect them. And she would do all she could to make sure no more lives were lost. Summary
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| Sporky | Apr 8 2018, 11:25 AM Post #17 |
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Idol Trash
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"And so it begins..." As William Theodore Crawford stood on the balcony of his office, overlooking the prison yards he ran, the Warden found himself in deep thought as he tried to recall the last time he'd been in a proper fight. Not just disciplining some prisoner or cutting down a would-be assassin, but a true and proper conflict, with his life on the line, struggling on in the name of his justice, his creed. The last instance of such combat had been long, long ago, the very same clash that had cost him the full use of his leg, and left him with the same scars he tried so hard to conceal. Much time had passed since then, and Crawford was certainly out of practice, to say the least. As he aged, his weak body only buckled further, but he still had his greatest asset. His rage. It boiled deep within him, feeding into that shadow monster of his, and evolving the pair into a more wrathful and demonic incarnation each and every day. "Preparations are ready, William." The stern voice of Crawford's senior correctional officer came from behind him, the old man glancing back and offering a nod of acknowledgment to one of his most trusted guards. So things were finally coming together, it seemed. With the stake he had in Elysium, it was only natural, that William T. Crawford remained in contact and in the loop on any happenings. Such as, for example, an attack on the island by WISH's deadliest huntsmen. If Elysium fell, then Crawford knew he would be alone in his rebellion against WISH, and all his betrayal, even going against his own dearest family, leaving behind his only daughter... It would all be for nothing. The warden pulled down the covering of his mouth, breathing a sigh into the air. It'd been quite a while since he felt this... Alive. His old heart beating faster than it should have, his blood rushing through old veins. The thrill of combat, of carrying out the Crawford creed, it invigorated him, and Arawn too. The shadow monster sat restlessly upon his shoulder, eager to unleash that ferocity they'd kept suppressed for so long. Crawford smiled, raising a hand and rubbing the chin of his crow tenderly. "Let us hope we have not become rusty, old friend." With that, Crawford's smile faded, replaced by his usual grim and stern expression as eyes full of sorrow and wrath narrowed on the sky above him. He waved his hand, signaling for Arawn to fade into his form, becoming dormant within Crawford for the time being. The shadow monster, the fearsome vessel for all his ire and regret, would remain within him, festering as Crawford felt his rage closer than ever through his final preparations. The shadowy veteran held out one of his palms, exposing the crimson soul Mercutio had left him with before activating its properties. Crimson light glowed about his hand, and the sheer amount of energy being brought forth caused Arawn's shadowy shape to flare out from Crawford's body, before the two were seemingly wiped away by the red-tinted shadows around them... ![]() With swirling crimson energy and tangible darkness, a sudden mass appeared in Mercutio's shadow, rising up and revealing itself to be the cloaked back of a tall and lithe man. His head turned back, and William Theodore Crawford shot a chilling glare back at the invaders, slowly pacing away and turning around, revealing his full and imposing form to the so-called Heroes present. He did not look to any of his other allies, though noted their presence. They deserved a chance to be spared of this sight, after all, as when Crawford turned to look at his foes, he was noticeably lacking any sort of covering he usually wore for his lower face. For the first time in a long time, the scars he hid were exposed. Crawford's Scars No longer was there any use in hiding them. No longer was there any point to holding back the fury he possessed, or any purpose to remaining a petty servant of the conventions he once upheld. Fearsome eyes of the ghastly visage scanned over his opponents, noticing the presence of the number 1 Hero, but feeling undeterred nonetheless. "So this is what passes for Heroes these days..." The old Warden growled, the movements of his disfigured face grotesque and unsightly. "Nothing more than mercenaries, or even less than that... The hunting dogs of some corrupt and oppressive force with no care for justice. I see less human filth in my own prison." He barked at them, planting his cane down firmly as his shadow monster flowed out from his form, it's black mass taking shape on his shoulder. "But rarely do I get such a chance... To cleanse such insufferable filth from this world." His threats were laced with an eager wrath, and though he would have preferred the ease of their surrender, William Theodore Crawford knew he would not be afforded such a convenience. Instead, he had to fight. For the creed he upheld, aginst the organisation that had wronged him so many times, and in the name of those who'd suffered thanks to them. Let this be your vengeance against the keepers of this unjust world... My dearest Aderyn... |
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| Queen Harmonia | Apr 8 2018, 11:41 AM Post #18 |
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Queen Harmonia, First of Her Name, Ruler of the Realm
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“More will come. While I live, we’ll be chased and hunted. Is that a life you want?” A lone figure sat hunched in the artist’s workshop on the largest island of Elysium; as it happened, the island which bore the same name as said figure. She exhaled deeply and closed her icy blue eyes, steepling her fingers in deep thought while her platinum blonde locks fell forward to shroud her face. “You desire freedom, don’t you? I won’t resent you if that choice is made.” Her mouth tugged firmly into a frown while she recollected the moments shared with her lover not long after the first encounter they had with ‘Heroes’. She had been so humiliated by her lack in strength, her inability to even shine a candle to the power of their foes. She had been trapped in that situation, in that feeling of powerlessness, and it had engulfed her for many days following those events in the Dark Continent. Mercutio had felt it the moment they left, the moment they had been allowed to escape. Their allies were growing, but that entrapment was building. “You have to choose. It has to be of your will. But you understand that, I’m sure.” Her previously steepled fingers started to clench tightly into fists as she rose from her seat in front of a singular easel, a canvas as red as blood seated upon it. The colour of her anger. The colour of her overwhelming, burning passion for what she must fight for. No… what she wanted to fight for. A hand fell upon her left breast, above which a glittering crimson symbol was pinned; the calling sign of Adrestia. When the bells sounded of invasion, she was ready. She would stand tall and fight, prepared to die, for the life which she had chosen. Never once had this been forced, except when she felt powerless. Worthless. She felt drowned in her resounding lack of power, of her insignificance compared to the man whom she was supposed to be equal to. And she would remain drowned if she so chose. “I’ve made my decision.” She murmured, adjusting her sorcerer’s hat atop her head and fastening her cloak around her shoulders. “And they will burn before I fall.” With haste, she seized her wooden staff and sprinted out into the fresh, summery breeze. Sirens echoed throughout, distant wailing that sounded their incoming doom. Alana inhaled a deep breath and focused, thinking of where she would find the gathering point of her peers, what one may call her family. Luckily, she didn’t have to think too hard before she spotted familiar crimson energy on the horizon, and she made for it with haste. No matter who was opposing them, this self-proclaimed sorceress of fierce flame would stand to greet them with no more hesitation. It was her choice. She reached the scene of gathering tension quickly, and assumed her position near the man whom she felt so inferior to. In some ways, it felt wrong to stand level with him and call herself his lover. But in others… it felt right. Some well-known Heroes were here now; as well as the world’s current strongest. “They say you can’t fight fire with fire…” Alana muttered, planting her tall wizard’s staff into the sand at her side while a rainbow blaze overtook her entire body. Hair and eyes burned with spectral flames as she locked onto their enemies, a smirk touching her lips as she weighed them up. “But I beg to differ.” She glanced around at those within her vicinity. All wore grave faces, very aware of the danger that faced them. Even with Mercutio and his overwhelming power, their odds of survival were slim. If they stood alongside him, they too were classed as the enemy; as Villains. And to Alana, that was perfectly fine. She wasn’t about to take any moral high ground about whether it was right or wrong for Abyssal to burn all who opposed her. She had to admit that it didn’t sound very heroic, but morals were never her concern. “I’ve not had a good fight in too long. I’d appreciate it if no-one got in my way.” Her smirk grew as her bodily cloak of rainbow fire continued to burn brightly, leaving her untouched. The sand at her feet began to scorch, giving away the true heat of the flames. “The strongest General of Adrestia… has come to burn our enemies into ash!!” Attire & Weapon Post Summary
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| Data_Sora | Apr 8 2018, 03:05 PM Post #19 |
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Banned. Sorry to those who i was threading with.
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"Be like water Illusionair, be like water." Mort was mumbling to himself as the plane flew to their destination. His mind had been occupied with thoughts of anticipation at first, but now he was starting to worry. he sports festival was one thing, but taking on a major villain right after getting kicked out was another thing. His talk with Hina had calmed his nerves a bit, but the more he thought about it the more he became worried that he wouldn't be strong enough for when it came, so when he heard about Vitality asking for people to help take down a big villain he signed up in hopes that he'd become stronger for what's to come. The last text he sent was a Mass text to his ex-U.A. classmates he was going to go take on a big villain and that if he died to take care of each other. Mort had brought everything he owned with him. His U.A. cybernetic arm, his grandfather's old scarf, the odd stone that could be his backup weapon if need be, his trusty pepper spray, a bouncy ball that was a pain to stop bouncing, an injection that he won as a consolation prize from the World Tournament, A small shard that whenever he held it gave him hope, the last remaining bit of Sol-Might's drink mix. Each of them held memories of his life in them, and if he was going to die, he was gonna give it his all today. As they flew across the see in their spiffy uniforms, The Mort would not speak as he clutched the small shard of hope, mentally getting ready for the shitshow that would soon follow. Mort would put an illusion over himself as they prepared to land. Mort's Illusion As Mort stepped out of the jet he'd look at the island in front of him. was this the place? Apparently Abyssal thought so as she launched a glob of lava at a large building, watching it start to melt down. He hoped no one was in there. Unfortunately the 'Crimson Fucker' himself had already appeared and said that their were innocents in there. Mort was shocked as he heard that, but he couldn't falter. Their mission was to capture him, and as much as he hated it, people were going to get hurt. When Mercutio stared at Mort, his illusion would not waver. just looking at him it was clear that he was stronger then back at the tournament. "I'm afraid I cannot promise that they will not get hurt, but I give my word that I will not kill them. I will not have my hands covered in the blood of an innocent again." As everyone prepared to fight and Merc mentioned Wish and something about a person named Oni, he'd catch other people he'd recognize from other places. A duck, the white haired girl from the tournament, and to his dismay, a VERY familiar shadowmancer. Mumbling to himself, he'd speak. "Warden Crawford...we meet again it seems." Taking a stance, Mort would ready himself mentally and physically to face those who came. Techs&LP
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| Goat Lord | Apr 8 2018, 04:13 PM Post #20 |
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Boner LORD
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It was early morning and Mihles was exiting the hospital, his arm finally fully healed after the mishap with Mercutios gun bracelet thing whatever. Most people would have healed far sooner than him, but the bones in his arms were hollow which unfortunately meant that they didn't the same, nor as efficiently, which also meant more frequent check ups at awkward times such as now. Though in the end it wasn't detrimental or anything, and the weird chicken lady seemed to know what she was doing despite her fowl nature. Quite a few weird things have been going on as of late, though Mihles had been ignoring them, or at least trying too. After the orphans came, more people started showing up, along with strange creatures as well. The island was truely shaping up in becoming...something, though what it was he had no idea. But while Mihles got to watch a country go from a single hotel and shed into an almost decent city, and also finally got running water in his room, he still wasn't much closer to his goal that made him stay here in the first place. It also didn't help Mercutio had made it clear he wanted the people here to let go of the lives they had in the mainland, something he wasn't willing to do. But while Mihles was conflicted over the point of staying on Elysium, his thoughts were interrupted with a giant bang from right behind him, the force throwing him forward. He'd look back from the ground, and to his shock he'd see the hospital he'd been in only moments ago alight as flames danced upon the rooftop, flickering in the night sky. What. The. FUCK! He'd scream into the night, unsure what had just happened and why their hospital was proceeding to burn to the ground. But as he looked around in confusion he spotted the answer soon enough, more newcomers on a jet. It seemed they were finally under attack, not that he was exactly surprised. In a way it wasn't his fight, not exactly, but he wasn't going to just stand by, and not because he almost got firebombed a second time. These people just started a huge fire in a hospital, something not even he'd ever consider. They definitely needed to be stopped, whomever they were. So he'd pick himself up and rush to the scene, where he'd walk in on a tense standoff between most people on the island, even the kitten slipper wearing cunt had come back from her self-imposed isolation. And on the other side was someone even he knew even if he wasn't from Japan. Oh fucking hell, what's this hwran doing here. The number |
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| CrabSage | Apr 8 2018, 05:12 PM Post #21 |
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ABS Master Memesmith
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Evan after a day, Rosa was still surprised Mercutio had managed to get her family's mansion back. The girl had spent the past day in near heaven, getting to sleep in her old bed, playing with the family dog, and starting to talk with people besides her brother. After the terrible time in the Dark Continent, things were really looking up for Rosa. She still had trouble sleeping, but it was much better than when she slept outside. Rosa rubbed her eyes as she sat up in her large bed. With a smile, she pet the still sleeping Smokey and hopped out of bed. Still rubbing her eyes, Rosa walked to the window in her room to look out at the island. Maybe all this stuff with WISH can get better. Merc did all the bad stuff anyways. The white-haired girl's eyes widened as she saw something moving in the darkness by the shore. Then a light fire towards the hospital. Before it spread too much the light went out, but Rosa realized something was going on. "Negan! Negan! We have to go!" Rosa shouted as she started out of her room. But as she took one step into the rest of the mansion she stopped. Looking back into her room she saw Smokey still sleeping peacefully. Rosa shut the door tight, she couldn't risk the dog trying to follow her. In her nightgown, the girl hurried down to the front entrance of the mansion. Once she had gotten there she had to think of a way to warn the staff. If someone was willing to throw fire at the buildings she didn't want to lose everyone. All Rosa could do was shout for any of the awaken staff of the mansion to hear her "D-Don't let anyone in unless you saw them already And be ready to get out fast!" Assuming her older brother had woken up and joined her, Rosa would lead the way to where she saw something touch down. By the time the girl got close to the touchdown site, there were way more people than there than she expected. She didn't even recognize some of the people that looked like they were coming from further inland. People were saying so much, putting their heart into their words. Rosa simply gulped and stayed by Negan's side. Even after being on Elysium for so long she still recognized the number one hero. If that was Abyssal, that meant they were going to fight a hero office. But if she is a hero then why would fire be thrown at the hospital? Rosa was confused by why they even showed up until she remembered the talk of bounties Mercutio gave Adrestia. The whole world was against them. The rubber girl tried to tightly grip her older brother's hand. "W-We can do this, right Negan? We have to, right?" Fighting people on par with the Strawhats meant they would have to try the strange fusion again. As much as Rosa didn't like the new form, it was stronger than their normal one. And she would do whatever it took to defend her home. |
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| Hal | Apr 8 2018, 07:21 PM Post #22 |
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Fell God of Waffles
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After everything he'd been through lately, the past few days for Eizen had been surprisingly calm. When Eizen had returned from South America 2 with the other members of Elysium- or was it Adrestia, Eizen couldn't quite remember right now- it had been to the sudden presence of a rather large building. A building that Eizen knew hadn't been there when he had been knocked out and essentially kidnapped by Mercutio. If it had been there before hand, then Eizen was surprised that he had missed such a large building. And the people in it. And the dog. He was pretty confident it hadn't been there before. The biggest surprise had probably been when he'd been told by the smaller girl, Rosa, that he could live there. That had been a nice thing to be told... it meant he wouldn't just be sleeping wherever it was he managed to fall asleep. That was a nice thought. So for the past little bit, he'd been staying in one of the rooms, sleeping on a nice bed with a nice room, and when he wasn't doing that, he was behind the building working to understand his quirk more and more. He felt like he was making fairly good progress, even if the cranky old voice in his head wasn't pleased with how slow his progress was. That voice could fuck itself, even if it was a part of him that he had to accept now. Overhaul gave him some good advice every now and then... though it was usually balanced out by his constant complaints and his arrogance. Despite how hard he'd pushed himself yesterday, Eizen found himself waking up every few hours. Even then, it was a restless sleep at best, filled with nightmares. Nightmares of what had happened from the elections as well as what he had seen in South America dominated his dreams... and recently, those dreams were joined by the things he'd seen on what the others had called the Dark Continent. Things he himself had done. The nightmares were nothing new, but it would be nice if he could get a good night's sleep. A he tried to go back to sleep, a light from the window caught his attention. It had gone away before Eizen could get out of bed to see what it was, the light vanished... only to be replaced with the sound of a young girl yelling. Well, it's not like he was going back to sleep anyway. Getting out of his comfortable bed and getting somewhat dressed, Eizen ould leave his room, closing the door behind him. Whatever is going on is not your concern, Child. Your body needs rest, or else- Or else I can't get stronger, yes, you've told me before. I just want to see what Rosa is yelling about and then I'll go back to sleep, okay? Just leave me alone for now... Overhaul remained silent after Eizen told him off, the young boy continuing his trip through the mansion to try and find where the young girl had gone. His journey eventually led Eizen outside of the mansion, where he could see Rosa some distance away. Looking up at the sky, Eizen could only wonder what had brought her out at this hour. Deciding to check for himself, Eizen would follow, and when he got closer, he only gained more questions. Where... had all these people come from? His curiosity switched to panic though when he saw one figure in particular. Eizen had never really had any real interest in the world of heroics, but even he recognized Abyssal. Why was she here?! Had they come for Mercutio? He briefly remembered the man saying something about bounties, was that why they were here? Of course that's why they are here, Child. No hero is infallible. In the end, the strong look out for the strong. The world is not quite as black and white as you would like to believe... your Crimson Patriarch himself seems to reside in a fairly grey area, as do we. While he would have preferred if Overhaul had kept quiet, Eizen couldn't help but nod in agreement. He'd seen what power could do to people... What Overhaul himself had done with it. He had his own theories about how his own quirk could help people rather then hurt them, but just from when they'd spoken during practice sessions, it had seemed as if Overhaul had little to no interest in helping anyone who's name wasn't Eizen or Overhaul. That was fine by Eizen, though.. It was his quirk now, not Overhaul's, so he would use it however he wished. Some disembodied voice wasn't about to start ordering him around. Eizen would keep an eye on Rosa, and if he was there, Negan. He wasn't sure what was going on to bring the Number One Hero to Elysium, but Eizen had a feeling it wasn't for tea and cookies. He wasn't that strong, but if push came to shove... he would fight. He wasn't going to run away while some haughty hero ran amok on his new home. |
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| Will | Apr 9 2018, 12:25 AM Post #23 |
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Will
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After training on the dark continent and dealing with The Pirates of Freedom, Negan Taylor was taking some much needed rest in the mansion that everyone had been so gracious to recover. The building had been previously owned by Negan's father but now that he was dead there had been nobody living there except the help and the family dog. Mercutio had gone above and beyond and made sure that the mansion was safely moved to Elysium where the two siblings could enjoy the comfort of it's walls once more. At the moment, Negan was currently sound asleep, safe within the confines of his old room. Unfortunately for the Maroon-haired boy, that would soon change. A strange light would shine through the windows of Negan's room, bathing it in an orange glow. This would cause Negan to wake up from his sleep, sitting up and wiping his eyes as he wondered just what was going on. The maroon-haired boy dragged himself out of bed, shuffling over to the window to try and get a better look at whatever it was that was making the weird light. Sticking his head out of the window, Negan's eyes widened as he watched a large lava bomb fall towards the hospital. What the hell? Who in the hell could have done such a thing? The nature of the attack had Satoshi's name written all over it but there was no way he was that powerful. No, this had to be the work of someone else and Negan had a sinking feeling that this was the work of some unwelcome visitors. He tensed up as a large Jet came into view, beginning to descend down to the island. This was bad, really really bad. Negan was fairly sure that Abyssal was on that ship and if that was true then this was going to be rough. The male half of Fusion-ha realized he was wasting time just staring at the burning hospital. He needed to get down there and help as fast as possible. Not wasting any more time, Negan ran to his closet and hastily put on some proper clothing. Why would someone do this? Adrestia had a huge bounty on their heads so it was understandable for people to try and take them in, but why would they endanger the people in the hospital like that? Weren't they supposed to be heroes? The lives of the innocent should have been their first priority yet here they were, setting fire to a hospital. These people would pay for what they've done, Negan was damn well sure of it. Crimson energy would appear all around Negan's room. This was clearly a sign from Mercutio, a call to arms most likely. All the training they had done had been grueling and this would be the time to see if it had paid off. It seemed that Rosa had been woken up by all the commotion as well. The sound of her voice was frantic as she yelled for him to come with her. No doubt she wanted to get down to the hospital as well. Negan opened the door to his room just as Rosa flew by him, running down stairs in an effort to leave the mansion as fast as possible. The maroon-haired boy was right behind her, wasting no time as he followed his sister. Negan was glad that they hadn't targeted the mansion but what if his sister had been in the hospital when it was attacked? Negan didn't even want to think of that. He had already lost his parents, losing Rosa would be too much for him to handle. Negan would protect her and in turn she would protect him. That was how they operated. "Whatever happens, stay together." he said. The two siblings would reach the hospital, only to find that Mercutio had already put out the fire. That was good, at least they no longer needed to worry about that. Negan stood by his sister as he looked up and down at the invaders. They certainly looked pretty intimidating but Negan was not scared. He didn't want to hurt anybody but these guys were asking for it. "It will be alright, Sister. We will win no matter what." Negan wasn't just going to stand idly by while these assholes invaded his new home and hurt his new family. There would be no mercy from this Canadian. |
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| Casshern | Apr 9 2018, 02:01 AM Post #24 |
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Chad
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It had not been long since the events of the Dark Continent. Upon the groups return to the islands, Mercutio had ordered Demetri to keep watch on the Tarrasque, who was discovered to go by the name of Nala. The pair made a home in between the islands, having Nala play the role of a smaller piece of land where the boy now made his stay. Demetri was already somewhat used to the idea of a Tarrasque interjecting their voice in his head. It was nearing dusk, the blonde laid upon the beast’s back, looking towards the sky for the few stars that remained. His life has been trial after trial ever since coming to this island, all for the sake of gaining the strength to make Mercutio pay for what he did back in Africa. “Mariah,” he’d say underneath his breath, imagining his passed older sister. There was nothing else left in the boy’s life, but revenge. If he succeeds in his goal, would there be anything after...? “Once I finish this, we can be to-...” his voice trailed off. *WOOOSH* “Nani," Demetri would say as he saw a jet fly overhead. Jumping up, he looked towards the island of Alana, where the plane seemed to be landing. There was nothing good that could come from this, especially with the bounties on their heads. "Nala," he said with a curious stare and a somewhat commanding tone. "We have to go." The boy hoped it would be an easy task for them to make it over, but wasn't sure if Nala was as keen on the idea as he was. summary |
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| Prizoner | Apr 9 2018, 02:23 AM Post #25 |
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Apparently the Dark Continent had shown Mercutio what he had wanted for her and what more she had to learn. She was a bit sad that she could not show a bit more before she was effectively take out of the fray by Mercutio. He had protected her yet complemented her thinking so she assumed that he liked her battle sense in the least. Even though she did not like fighting she did not think it was so bad being a distraction for others to strike out. She was not sure if Mercutio's beliefs on the matter matched up with her own, but she was certainly not displeased with the plan that he had for her. He had left it to Kiba to train her and this was sort of an obvious choice since she was already so comfortable with him, but she did not want to hurt or kill people like he did. She was not saying he was a mean or evil person or anything, but he had another side that did the killing for him. Or at least that is what she thought and was told from the backstories and such. He could be the nice big brother that she had grown to love one minute, and when danger approached they could become strong and ferocious. In fact she was a little jealous that he could follow through in such situations without any hesitation or fear. Sure she had the fear part down pact, unless it was fire, but she did not have the experience or instinct of the others when it came to combat. The one good thing she did in the fight was just a split second decision she just happened to think of from being on peoples heads all the time and knowing what happened when she fell forward onto their eyes. If that monster had known she was there she could have just as likely been eaten alive by the beast not that even she thought about that. She hoped that getting around and moving about with Kiba would be a good way for her to see how he moves and maybe learn how to get the rush of power that he had been able to show in their most recent combat. She was certainly weaker then him but she was doing her best to catch up or at least be useful. At this point though they were resting at the moment lying down on his chest getting a sort of breather from the act of training. It was moments like this that she loved. It might be a little weird to say, but she liked being held close and feeling the sensation of a person's heart beat and there body moving up and down as they breathed. She did not feel things like a normal person and these little moments made her feel a bit more in touch with those around her. She would get lost in the hum and the sensation and even drift into a slumber of sorts where she shut herself down except for this rhythm and motions. This state of peace though most certainly could not last too long given the hectic time that they had been having in the last few months with the Dark Continent, the pirates, and WISH declaring them as public enemy number one. Apparently something had gotten his attention and she slowly looked around wondering what it was. As she would look around Kiba would pick her up and place her on his head as was to be expected by now. She was less of a secret agent doll and more of a hat thus her code name for the group. Though ironically they did not really ever use it since talking to what was supposed to be a hat would sort of break the illusion. What she saw that had gotten Kiba's attention startled her. Apparently there was lava on the other side of the island and Fran did not know whether to feel fear or to feel anger as they seemed to be attacking what seemed to be where most of the people lived and stayed. There problem was with Mercutio and not with all of the other people living within Elysium. Then her mind went into a panic as she would start to pull on Kiba's hair to get his attention. "We wav to hwurry! Shwe could be in wanger!" she would call out as Gjoll was wondering who they had sent. Who it was or any other such things did not particularly matter to her as her old friend, or at least old for her, was possibly in danger as she was staying in the hospital on the island still in care as she had been accidentally injured during the process of coming to the island. If Fran did not know that Kiba was faster she would have jumped off and started running over herself. As they made their way closer though she was re leaved and calmed down quite a bit as she had seen that Mercutio had already dealt with the problem of them attacking innocent civilians and that her friend would most likely be safe. She instantly let go of his hair and almost as if it was her natural state she fell down on his head in the shape of a hat. To any who did not know better would see her as nothing more than a hat worn by one of the members of Adrestia. She had been seen on both Mercutio and Kiba according to what she knew so this should come as no surprise to any of them. While she wanted to be more proactive and actually do something for those around her this was the best thing she could do. If she acted carelessly and anybody who was here managed to make it out of here alive her total use to Adrestia would be gone in an instant. If she was going to help she would have to make sure she was isolated to an extent and that they dealt with whoever she attacked. This thought made her unsettled, but it was what they had to do and she would have to deal with it should it come to that. What she could do was look around and observed that many allies and enemies alike had gathered around them. Most were familiar faces such as those seen on TV saving the day but a few were completely unknown people she had no idea what any of them could do though so she would have to keep her eyes open and watch for any and every sign of what their strengths and weaknesses might be. Edited by Prizoner, Apr 9 2018, 02:23 AM.
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| DrPancakeMD | Apr 9 2018, 02:27 AM Post #26 |
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Satoshi was wide awake early that morning, sat up in his bed. He should have been sleeping, but he just couldn't. There was too much on his mind. Aside from their run-in with those pirate Heroes, Adestria hadn't directly faced WISH since their incrimination. It didn't even make sense for them to have gone after them on the Dark Continent. They knew where Elysium was, why hadn't they attacked yet? Were they hoping someone else would take care of them so they wouldn't have to? Wouldn't surprise Satoshi, that's kind of the point of bounties, isn't it? Be that the case though, they would have to face the fact they'd have to do something about it, especially after their giant, super-secret prisoner was found to have disappeared, and when they did choose to do something, they would be invading Elysium. It was only a matter of time. The thought shook Satoshi to the bones. As it surfaced in his mind once more, he lowered his head into his hands. He had always thought that Heroes were silly little jackasses running around in their pajamas, but it wasn't like WISH would be sending any slouches to deal with Mercutio. Lives were going to be lost, likely on both sides, and it was ostensibly his fault. That whole Licensing Exam thing was a blunder to the highest degree. With what Mercutio knew about WISH, he likely would have set his eyes on them eventually, but they would have been more prepared, maybe they wouldn't even have done that before taking care of Oni. That didn't matter though, as it was, Satoshi fucked up and now Adestria was going to fight WISH's forces whenever they decided to invade. As the pale light entering his room through his window turned a shade of red, Satoshi could almost immediately figure what was going on. Maybe only because it had been on his mind in the first place, but regardless, something was happening, something that would likely require his attention. The short lad stood, wiping his face as he did so, drying the tears that had pooled under his eyes. Was he really that afraid? Didn't matter. Now wasn't the time for fear, it was time for action. This mantra passed his mind as he slipped his cloak on, grabbed his sword, and left his hovel, a small shack right on the edge of where buildings end and beach begins. Almost immediately upon stepping out, Satoshi caught sight of the agents WISH had sent, complete with a big, dumb jet ruining his view of the ocean. "Pfeh." If he was going to face what could very well be his death today, he would rather have been able to start the day with a clear view of the ocean that he had grown fond of. But no, these jackasses had to go and screw it up, on top of generally being assholes. An inexplicable calmness hung over Satoshi as he strolled on towards his boss' yelling. He wasn't certain why he felt so calm. It wasn't an easy calm either, it felt familiar. Tracing that thread, Satoshi found himself back at the exam, but not the moment he realized that he had fucked up and revealed what Adestria had done. No, it was the moment after that. That solid moment when he believed with all his heart that WISH's simulation was truly Mercutio and that his mentor was preparing to kill him. He believed himself dead at that point, yet he felt calm. No, calm is the wrong word. It was acceptance, acceptance that he would die with nothing to soothe the pain of each and every regret that weighed in his soul. Why did he feel it now? Had he already accepted his demise here? The short lad grasped at his head, fingers pressing against his scalp as he grit his teeth and did his best to not start crying the moment before he had to face the enemy. Satoshi had fallen into the depths of self-pity. Such a pathetic end it would be, having died once already, realizing regrets that would be taken with him, only to die again with those same regrets. "No..." A pitiable whimper from a broken man. "No." A moment of clarity, allowing Satoshi to steel himself. Fuck that. Now wasn't the time for giving up. It was never time for giving up! He had always been proud of being a pragmatic person, and crying over his own potential death was far from a good use of his time. Besides, giving up wasn't going to take care of his regrets. They were his scars, they would never go away, but he could grow bigger, make them less a part of his whole, but not if he died here. With his mostly internal dramatics out of the way, Satoshi stepped out onto the street where all the action seemed to actually be taking place. "I was wondering when you'd actually decide to do something." At first, an apparent jab at how long it took WISH to actually take action, but Satoshi seemed to give the intruders no mind as he walked across the potential battlefield to join Mercutio, and the one he was actually speaking to, his sister. "Have you just been sleeping this whole time or something?" While he had been going through his own emotional rollercoaster a few moments ago, one would be hard-pressed to tell such. Satoshi was always good at appearing composed when he needed to. "Since you probably haven't been keeping up, I was manipulated into spilling the beans on what happened in Africa." Satoshi carefully avoided the part where the reveal was more or less because of his own thoughtlessness and not being manipulated. Not that it was right of WISH to root around the brains of their own potential Heroes. "Circumstances aside, I'm glad you're here." He placed a hand on Sonomi's shoulder, giving her a small, genuine smile, a rare thing of Satoshi. Finally, the short lad turned to face the supposed Heroes that had come to their island, taking a moment to parse some of the words he had heard spoken and the general appearance of the scene. He let out a whistle before speaking, simply impressed by the depths of depravity on display from the Heroes here. "Attacked the hospital, huh? Distasteful. I wonder how you all justify such an action. I wonder if any of you struggle to find justification for it. If you actually have a shred of that Heroic bullcrap in you, you should be having second thoughts right about now." A sly little spiel, but it dealt with his own feelings, the need to justify his own actions, especially those he had taken following someone who could seem like a villain more than anything else at times. "Not that I'm suggesting something, second thoughts often mean nothing, and I'm clearly the last guy who should be talking." A shrug, admitting his own guilt. He wished things could have been handled differently, but they were as they were. "I will say, however, we aren't incapable of mercy. Whether or not any of you are worth it is up to Merc, though." It was a wonder, after having been a mess mere moments before, Satoshi had found the composure to talk down to his opponents, and in such a casual manner. Whether or not he was going to die here, he figured, he may as well look cool in front of everyone. It was going to be someone's last impression of him. Either because he'll die, or they will. Lives were going to end that day, there wasn't much way around it. |
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| Magnere | Apr 9 2018, 02:52 AM Post #27 |
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This feeling before another war was not a good one. An inescapable dread filled her heart as she sat inside the jet. It was strange, flying by a means that was not her own. Planes, technology, hell, the entire internet was such a strange thing to her. Such a vast amount of information so widely accessible by the entire populace. It was no surprise that in her searches for information about Oni and the heroes of this world that she found Vitality's offer. Fight against a powerful super villain and become an official Pro Hero. It was an easy answer. But now, Manaia was having second thoughts. Direct confrontation was not her style. It never was, truth be told. No matter how many times she shined brightly in the sky, or lasered down dozens of enemy troops, she worked best when she wasn't seen. But with this group, it seemed unlikely. The only one she knew was Tapu. He survived the war, and like her decided that sticking around and waiting for whatever Oni had planned was not good enough. She listened intently to the facts the lady on screen listed to her. Mercutio. The name wasn't familiar at all, but he was all the talk as of late. He had apparently committed some vastly heinous crime. The numbers of deaths online seemed to be vastly different every single time. Each person with their own false information. In the end, she supposed it didn't matter. He was going down. Just another stepping stone to her own self-improvement. Manaia's quest to become the strongest there ever was to take down Oni herself had just begun. Manaia's eyes had never shown with such determination as she descended from the aircraft, wearing her signature cloak. Amazed, she saw Abyssal herself toss a giant ball of fire that started to burn within their city limits. It was a sight to behold. And then he showed up. Mercutio, the so called Crimson Fucker. He threatened them, which didn't faze her in the least. However, he made mention of Oni. Did this man have information? If so, Manaia needed to know. She needed to know everything. No matter how powerful this man was, or how powerful his allies were he was going... down? Seemingly out of nowhere, more and more and more children started showing up. Each and every single one of them determined to protect their home... Just what has he been doing to these poor children? Where did they come from and how was there so many? Had Mercutio been just collecting kids? Was he trying to make his own personal army? Raising children by collective brainwashing? In the end, it didn't matter. They were still children. It was then, the realization finally came upon her. Abyssal had just burned down their hospital. It really shouldn't have surprised her. It really shouldn't have even fazed her, coming out of the war she did. Her exposed glowing eyes dimmed slightly as she stood there, body motionless and face unreadable. Manaia let out a long breath, her glowing, empty eyes staring directly at the opposition that stood across from her. Without a word, she just slowly began to distance herself from Abyssal. Her boots crunching onto the sand of the beach they were standing on. This was not her fault and she would not accept blame for this war crime. However, there was clearly more going on than she knew. Until she had all the facts, she would refuse to pass judgment. It didn't matter if Mercutio survived or died, she just needed to be aware of what he knew about Oni. Even the mere thought of that twisted soul made the elderly woman clench her fists. Finally, Manaia broke her silence, speaking firmly so her voice echoed across the beach. "I was hired to become a hero in this world. A savior of the people. Rescuer of the innocent. A beacon of hope to those lost." She let out a long breath, lifting a finger and pointing directly at Mercutio. "I do not pretend to know all of your crimes first hand, or even second hand. I was busy fighting my own war against Oni's followers in my homeland. A war spanning generations. I take it you know her name. You mentioned Oni yourself, didn't you? I know things that I bet you would want to know." As she continued to speak, her hand drifted to point at everyone she could identify directly as a child. A small fox boy, barely even into teenage years if not at all. A girl with a mask over her face, seemingly the same age as some of her children. A small dragon, whose appearance dug a pit deep into her already grieving heart. She was clearly speaking to all the kids that could hear her."Children do not fight in wars. I know. I lost two of my own. My youngest child, barely ten years old. And my small dragon child... with a big heart. You all must care very much for this man and your home. I can not stop you from fighting. But I will heavily advise against it." Manaia threw down her hood, her hair wrapped up tight in a military bun as usual. Her eyes were only shining brighter and brighter, making herself quite an obvious target in the meantime. "I don't know any of you. I don't know who you are, or who you pretend to be. But I agreed to become a hero to protect children like you. In all cases. Given the chance, I will fly you across the island and leave you somewhere safe. Don't make me have to force safety upon you. I will not see children harmed by any hands, no matter who owns them." Hopefully, the sincerity of her words would persuade them. |
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| Kira Von Childmurder | Apr 9 2018, 03:52 AM Post #28 |
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The battle hasn't even started yet but Vivi, having already undergone his usual transformation sequence, was already fighting a losing battle. Her opponent? Her thoughts. Idly she questioned her decision to join this little mission, she didn't even an achievement under her belt, but here she was, standing side by side with other heroes and in the presence of Abyssal. What qualities did she have? What set her aside from everyone else here? What made herself think she was even capable of keeping up with everyone else here? She was just a self made stranger, after all. Why did she even consider the idea of coming too? He/She wanted a chance to be able to do something. He/She wanted to prove to herself that she was more than what she had made herself to be, that she wasn't just someone who always took the easy way out of things. That she could be someone that her family would be proud of, that she could be someone the she, herself, could take pride in. Still, it was too late for her to back out now. She wrestled the unease that she felt down, suppressing it as much as she could. They were in the air now, the jet was actually very comfortable and she was given a uniform. It made her feel like a part of the team, like an equal, even though she wasn't. Though she didn't wear it, her Quirk came with it's own costume now. She took a moment to fully commit to detail the faces of her allies. With shaky resolve, she promised to herself that she would live to see another day. After this was through, she'd go back to see her family with head held high, and proudly announce that she had finally done something with her life. ...All that said, she thought Crimson Fucker was a pretty nice name. "Go time." The jet had landed and the mission had begun. Her combat outfit, she would never admit to calling it a magical girl dress, ruffled as she took her first steps. It wasn't over the top, just a simple outfit that didn't limit her mobility and was comfortable to wear.She watched as Abyssal lobbed a ball of...good fucking gods was that fucking lava?! She lobbed lava into the distance and she couldn't help but think how cool it was, which was ironic because...well...lava. Then the Crimson Fucker himself showed up and she let out a terrified squeak. This man...he was way out of her league. She swallowed nervously and clenched her fists. 'It's okay, just trust Abyssal, she knows what she's doing.' She told herself as she slowly adjusted her posture, getting ready for what could literally be the fight of her life. |
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| Mod Bot | Apr 9 2018, 05:17 AM Post #29 |
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Abyssal was surprised by how quick her signal would bring forth the attention of Mercutio and his fodder. Noticing her blast had hit the roof of a hospital, she offered a slight shrug as she wouldn't have expected a place to even require one to begin with, let alone have one created. Hardening the lava so that it didn't completely burn the place down, she stood in wait, nothing had been said, nothing needed to be said. She was prepared for what was to come once they all were to arrive, she just wondered if they were. Watching as the Crimson Fucker appeared before them, Abyssal kept a rather stoned expression. It was odd since she was in the middle of being threatened and painted as a villain. She honestly didn't care that much, the man's words were worthless at this point. One of the more outspoken members of her office, young Ezra, would speak up, calling the Crimson fucker out on his hypocrisy. Raising a hand, she didn't need the boy to continue, she allowed for Mercutio's flock to flutter around him before she spoke. Sure enough, the flock certainly did come running. A large majority of them all were children, among other things. Which makes sense, the report did speak of him taking the children of the people he slaughtered in Africa. Each of them arrived, each of them had something to say. Abyssal let them speak, as well as Huntress and Chameleon. Neither of them spoke, neither of them moved, they simply stood as a unit. In the case of Huntress, she honestly didn't give a damn, most of it went in one ear and out the other. Chameleon was never a man of many words, he reserved his own opinion to himself. They, like Abyssal, solely focused on the mission, and that was all that mattered. Once they all were present and their words were spoken, the woman ran a hand through her hair as she inhaled a fair bit of oxygen. Slowly she exhaled, not moving much as far as her stance, simply calming her nerves before she spoke her peace. "Hmm, you've certainly amassed a specific type of following. Who would have thought the Crimson Fucker to have such a heart? An orphan whisperer, I am guessing? That aside, you know as to why we are here. You are wanted for grave crimes. So far, your kill count is penciled in at fourteen thousand people, and that is just Africa alone. I see you will not come willingly. That is fine, my office is perfectly fine with using force. I ask... if you care for your fodder, you will advise them to leave this place or turn themselves in now. It was wise to bring so many children to your island, they work well as a defensive measure to hold over the conscious of whatever hero that would come to take you in for your crimes. However, that will not work against me." At that point, the last of them to arrive came with a friend. Eyes gravitated to the large beast that looks to have been a pet of a member here. Eyes rolled for a moment as that was the last thing the woman wanted to deal with at this point. "I see you have also gotten yourself a pet... fun." She spoke as she knew it would have been a problem. A gaze shifted to Chameleon who simply nodded to the woman before she turned the focus back to Mercutio. Noticing the mist covering the field, Abyssal was certain that Mercutio had something up his sleeve at this point. An arm rose in the air as the woman began to tighten her muscles. Slicing down towards the ground, the very air around them would send them a force aimed to blow everyone that was to Mercutio's left and right. Legs slammed down on the sand as lava began to form to her left and right. The lava began to circle and rise to form a wall that would attempt to separate everyone except for herself and Mercutio. Once it was just the two of them, the woman took off her feet and closed the distance between the two in attempt to bury her fists into the man's abdomen. Meanwhile, Huntress set her eyes on the boy named as Groll. Curious about what his quirk capabilities were, she had a vested interest in figuring out just how strong the boy was. " Show me what you're capable of, child." She spoke with a low growl leaving her lips. Baring her fangs, the woman didn't care for anyone else that may have been in their surroundings, she simply wanted the boy, he was her prey. Edited by Mod Bot, Apr 9 2018, 05:24 AM.
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| Mod Bot | Apr 9 2018, 05:22 AM Post #30 |
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Moderation Mercutio remains, Abyss sealing off the areas of each plot so they were all divided. Ezra and the Huntress found themselves with Adrestia's Generals just beyond a seemingly unbreakable barrier. OH, and Fran. Alana found herself leading the charge against the rest as the Orphans and Immigrants defend their Home. |
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