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| Hal | Apr 15 2018, 12:04 PM Post #61 |
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Fell God of Waffles
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Eizen had decided to play support for the others in this conflict, as he himself didn't know what he was capable of doing... though the ever-changing chaos on this battlefield was starting to make that decision more and more difficult to stick to. It had been hard to keep track of everything before, but after some woman showed up with a whole group of people, some of which just hit the ground and didn't get back up after the fact, everything had just seemed to go to hell. The giant beast they'd encountered on the Dark Continent stomped harsh on the ground, crushing a great deal of people under its feet. The impact was enough to cause Eizen to stumble, though he managed to somewhat correct himself, even if he was now crouching with one knee on the ground. After that, he watched as Negan and Rosa, in their combined form or whatever it was, created a rather large explosion. He closed his eyes for a moment and covered his head with his arms in an attempt to avoid the blow back, but once it was done he'd look upon the battle going on to see... A great deal more fire then there had previously been. A glance towards Alana showed Eizen that she had... ever so slightly changed. Her hair was now the same color as the night sky. Had it been like that before? No, that didn't seem right... just what the hell was her quirk?! Regardless, it was one hell of an experience to watch fire dance across the battlefield, the sand turning to glass in its wake as the fire began to circle around a group of people. Eizen looked away when he saw that, not wanting to see the end result. As he did, he caught some movement out near the edge of the fighting, a bundle of what looked to be... fur? Eizen took a look to Alana and the Taylors before he set off, deciding that, if he was being honest, him being around would probably just get in their way. He'd make his way towards the fur bundle as quickly as he could, though he would do his best to skirt around the edge of the fighting, trying to go unnoticed. Provided things went well, Eizen would eventually arrive to what he could only describe as a child with four tails and a small purple... dragon? While Eizen had some questions of his own, the first thing he took notice of was the blood on the boy's chin. Moving around to keep an eye on the battle, Eizen would move to the tailed-boy, making sure he was eye-to-eye with him, even if it meant crouching down. "I don't know what happened to cause it, but that doesn't look so good... It would be better to get that checked out before it can get worse. I... can fix it for you, if you'd like. Or try to, at any rate." He looked at the tailed boy with uncertainty. He really did just want to help him, as that injury did look rather bad,... but he wouldn't if it wasn't wanted. If he denied Eizen's request to let him help, he would give the boy a nod and look back to the battlefield, searching for an opportunity he could help in. If he accepted Eizen's request, he would give the boy a nod before moving his right hand and placing his chin in the palm of his hand. The boy would take a deep breath as he focused on bringing forth his quirk. He had... admittedly only done a little bit of training with Overhaul on matters such as this, but the idea was simple enough. Rather then manipulate the skin to stretch and cover a wound, Overhaul had told him to promote the growth of new cells entirely to replace or repair the existing ones. As such, Eizen would recall the feeling he'd gotten back at the Dark Continent, calling upon the skin currently being held in the palm of his hand to bend to his will and heal. If everything went correctly, the skin on the boy's chin would begin creating new cells to repair those that were damaged or lost, and provided the damage wasn't to severe, there would be no sign of an injury having been there in the first place. When he was done, Eizen would remove his hand from the boy's chin, giving him a weak smile. "Sorry if that hurt at all... I'm... still not quite used to this..." Eizen would keep his attention on the battle going on ahead of them, but he'd be sure to keep an ear open just in case the boy said anything. Summary Technique Used (If Mairu accepts the offer) LP
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| Magnere | Apr 15 2018, 04:00 PM Post #62 |
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Manaia gladly stood in front of Chameleon, arms wide and protecting him with everything she had. He seemed like a good kid trying his best. There was no reason for him to get injured so badly. "Wipe yourself down, kid. Rip some cloth from my cloak and use it as a bandage. Conserve your strength." Manaia would speak without even looking at him. In the end, she didn't know how old he was, but he definitely seemed to be one of the younger members of the original Vitality trio. Before she knew it, reinforcements arrived. There was some strange lady amongst them, who clearly seemed to be here on a personal revenge quest. At this stage, she knew better than to interfere. Neither party would enjoy being interrupted in their own personal battle. She stayed on the ground, eyes watching and scanning the battlefield. It was getting much more hectic with all these soldiers around. Then, out of nowhere the paper girl from before talked to her. She talked about how Mercutio had lost an arm to Oni, and how he was planning on fighting him again. Apparently, these people were against Oni as well. A fact that left a bitter taste in her mouth as she knew that their crimes were still crimes... But now was not the time to debate moral questions. She turned to face the masked girl, hand reaching back to rest on Chameleon's shoulder. "I know. I know I will probably die. I lost two of my children to him, I will not lose anymore." A look of anger spread across her face at the mere memory. It upset her even now. "My children are stuck being a part of Oni's army in North Africa. My entire country, my civil war, was just breeding stock for his own desires." Manaia's eyes glowed intensely bright once more, the thought of her children in danger while she was here unsettled her deeply. Her nerves spurring her to make a decision. This child did not deserve to be treated like the rest of the people here. Children were just kids, victims of circumstances. She would help protect them no matter the cost. "I fired a laser at Oni, and survived. I've seen their power first hand. I know what they are capable of. Entire battlefields on fire, bringing souls back from the dead, wanton murder for their own goals." Manaia paused, the soldiers suddenly attacking the girl. That just wouldn't do. The tarrasque's foot slammed down hard, and her knees wobbled on the ground. Manaia cursed, instinctively crouching low to the ground to keep most of her bearings. Standing tall, she had the risk of wobbling and falling with such a ground shake. That beast was terrifying. Her attention was brought back to the paper girl as she spoke, and Manaia couldn't help but laugh. "Anyone who knows me would scoff at your suggestion. Killing children is the lowest of the low. That also means I won't let children get hurt. By anyone." Standing back to her feet, she could still feel the aftershocks of the massive stomp. Movement right now wasn't likely to happen successfully, so instead, she glared hard at the new arrivals. They clearly knew she was with Vitality if they weren't attacking her. It should be easy to persuade them otherwise. "Stop." Manaia spoke with such authority in her voice, perhaps she truly should have been the general of her war long ago. "You harm this child's head, and I will have yours. If any of you touch a single child, don't trust the count of your fingers. So commands Night Shade, predator of the night. Now go. Find that man who tried to harm our friend Chameleon. He's the threat. A shadowy beast tried to strike him down. Be wary." Summary LP, Stats, Techniques & EP's
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| BigGuava | Apr 15 2018, 04:09 PM Post #63 |
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Honk.
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The Goose remained dormant underneath the ocean, hearing no one call up on him from above. While normally he would periodically flick his wee head about near the surface, doing so while completely spent would leave him only a liability. For this moment, he was tired. He knew that he only had one last hurrah in himself for a while, and such a strain would only be reserved for someone who truly needed it. A person who would call out upon him, a person staring death right in the teeth. As the transparent doctor remained unground, he was blissfully unaware of the masses which cascaded upon his home. If he wasn’t so tired and completely attentive, he would’ve been able to notice the thunderous vibrations accompanied by the grouped marching of this incoming army. But since he was only a liability at this moment, he wasn’t exactly “looking” for any sort of fight. He’d just remain underneath the island, waiting for a new found breath. summary
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| Novama | Apr 15 2018, 06:02 PM Post #64 |
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Vigilante
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Mordred saw Rainer's attack clearly. Already running towards him, the brawler had little option except to run into the smoke attack head on. The blast of smoke felt like a love tap compared to what Mordred had in mind, but it was enough to slow him. There was a moment of disorientation as well when the smoke obscured the surrounding area. Mordred had committed to keep running forward since he had no reason to stop, and so he eventually emerged from the shifting darkness back out into the morning only a little off course. Able to see the scene of battle again, it had drastically changed for Mordred. There were now reinforcements and their massive pet Nala was moving in. Most of Vitality had chosen to flee with only a few exceptions that Mordred could see. Situations changed, Mordred decided to abandon the idea of engaging Rainer and turned back to Adrestia's back line. He did not wish to be caught out and potentially surrounded or in the area of effect of his team. He would actively defend himself from any would be attacks that might attempt to rush him, but for the most part, his spiney hide would likely take care of many. Any melee strike the newcomers could deliver would be caught or destroyed and the delivering hands,feet,arms would be torn and impaled by spines sticking out from Mordred's body. Nala's attack hit and Mordred was launched. The violent undulation of the ground in reaction to the force of Nala's strike caused the gecko-man to get sent into the air a few feet like the first one on a trampoline followed soon after by another. While Mordred saw the attack coming, he did not anticipate the effects reaching him where he was. In landing, he dropped to all fours for a wider more sturdy base and started moving again once the ground steadied. His tail actively waved over his back to protect him should any attacks come while the world shook. Summary and LP
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| Mod Bot | Apr 15 2018, 07:04 PM Post #65 |
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The Master
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Nala's Actions The previously invisible Vitality operative was, in short, conflicted. He was deeply loyal to his Hero Office and the cause it fought for. What Mercutio and, by extension, his followers had done was... unforgivable. But by the same token, the Iles of Elysium were holding an advantage; a very, very large one at present. Somehow, Abyssal had fallen in battle, else Mercutio wouldn't be here. The Abyssal that Chameleon knew wouldn't stop fighting unless she was dead, or near dead. Self-preservation was driving him at present, and while he was covered in rainbow goo, he was no good to anybody on his side in winning this invasion. His arm was gashed and wounded from whatever had attacked him before, but by and large, he was still ready to go if necessary. Now, he only had to clean himself off somehow... The words from the Owl Woman (he believed her name was Manaia, but he was unsure) roused him as he fled behind her. She urged for him to take a piece of her cloak, which had been behind her and not fallen prey to the quack of earlier, and clean himself up; wound and all. He paused behind the woman, hesitant about how to react. "Thank you." He whispered by way of thanks, his voice somewhat hoarse and raspy in nature. With permission, he reached and took a rag of cloak from the owl-like lady, wiping away the worst of the blood from his gash and the mess largely covering his body. The somewhat impassioned speeches about the being known as Oni, something that Chameleon was well-informed about, made him take pause. Manaia was hunting him in a fashion, and Mercutio seemed to be against the being, too. It was surprising, but not altogether so. There were stranger things in this world, and mutual hatred of a malevolent force was not too farfetched. "I'm unsure of how much use I will be here now." He addressed the owl woman, voice still quiet and raspy in tone. "Unless I can remove all of this... substance, my true utility cannot be realised. Our numbers have thinned. Even these reinforcements have a personal vendetta, which will sting us if we intervene." Although perhaps the least experienced of the Vitality members, Chameleon had a smart, wise head on his shoulders with a good read on situations. He admitted his disadvantage, noticed their casualties, and the nature of those sent to supposedly back them up. It was, altogether, not a great situation for those who remained of the Vitality operatives. He paused behind the owl woman, dropping the rag of her cloak which had cleaned his wound of the goo. He made for quite an interesting picture; wounded arm free of mess and therefore invisible, with the rest of his body a relatively shapeless, expressionless mass. "Forgive me, but I must run. There is plenty of water around the island that can wash away this torrid mess, but I can be tracked as I am now. I'd advise you, and whoever else remains, to follow my path." He didn't gesture, but had a place in mind that they could slip away. Their jet was being tampered with at present, if his eyes served him well, so that was a no-go. Chameleon started to run with great swiftness right for the edge of the lava wall that separated their field of battle, where a small margin remained, near the water, to be slipped through... |
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| Kira Von Childmurder | Apr 16 2018, 12:14 AM Post #66 |
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Verified Magical Girl
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Vivi had never felt so much hope in her entire lifetime when the radio blared to life from her interacting. For the first time during this island skirmish she felt hope. She felt that would live to see tomorrow. live to see her family again after all these years, live to be able to do something with her life. Though she couldn't be heard at this moment, that could be easily remedied by messing around with the communications panel a bit more. She knelt and began to do so. Then she heard the boy in the jet, the stranger, probably one of the children of this island, speak to her. He questioned her decision to attempt signalling for help. "I did that because I want to live." She answered trying to see what was wrong with the panel before she tried contacting again. "And who are you to lecture me about terrorism? Who are you to lecture me about heroics? I know what I am. Not a hero, not a villain, not even remotely useful, I'm just a old man young girl trying to make her way through life after throwing it away." Her head whirled to face the boy who looked to be about the same age as her current form. "And you think yourself better than us? You think yourself on a moral high ground? Newsflash Red! Right now, there are no heroes here! Not from our side, not from your side too!" She began to roar at him. "There is no moral high ground for any of us!" She was standing now and channeling the full power of her intimidating gaze that slowly died down. "Not here...and definitely not now..." She returns to messing with the panel. "So don't act like you're doing things under the blessing of some morally righteous thing." She finds what's wrong with the panel. The headset wasn't connected. Her hand plucked the disconnected plug and moved to plug it back into the panel. Then something whizzed past her, something blowing up near her face and billowing smoke, and the panel was suddenly ruined beyond repair. She stared emptily at the wrecked panel and she felt despair, her only chance of living through this day, her last hope, gone. What stirred her out of her state was the sound of the boys voice. "Can't...kill me?" Everything got to her. With cold silent rage punching through her desperation she slowly picked herself up from the ground and laid her eyes upon the retreating back of the boy. There was no doubt that she was capable of violence, she's had to be violent for some time to survive. This was new...this wasn't a need a violence. This was pure murderous intent in her thoughts. She leaped in his direction using her quick and went for his throat. Summary
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| Data_Sora | Apr 16 2018, 03:27 PM Post #67 |
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Banned. Sorry to those who i was threading with.
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As the dome went up, Mort would blink in surprise as he noticed that the stability of the sand underneath him was faltering, his feet sinking into the sand like syrup. Yet before he could ask what was going on to the rock girl, he'd feel the ground underneath him feel like water for a brief moment before failing completely as he fell with Hiko into the ground. The reminder of his fear of suffocation would surface, and his quirk would respond in turn, instinct taking over the brain as his mind focused on surviving this unexpected event. Quickly pulling in the dome onto itself he'd solidify the now solid sphere of pure air before having it follow him into the ground. The sphere would force itself through the ground and change shape into a straw the farther it went down with the tip of the straw above the sand. At the same time Mort would exhale from each of his mouths to form an armor of air around himself and forcing it to stop moving, prematurely ending his freefall as it would finish by the time the golem gal would let go. Yet he didn't anticipate the stone to re-solodify, having his cyberbetic arm pointed upwards while the rest of his body was pointing down. Then he'd hear the little girl speak, explaining is was her who did this and how it was a 'kindness. She tricked him. She took his kindness and attempt at an apology and backstabbed him in one of his weakest moments. He was confused, angry, and more importantly, the fire that was doused from Mercutio appearing wasn't done yet. He still had much to do, friends to help, and even if he couldn't keep his promise to his grandfather, he'd try his best to help those who desired the title of 'hero'. As the ground tremored from above, the armor and stone stopping any major issues other then a slight dizzyness, he'd think about how much air he'd have till he'd choke on his own air. With his increased lung capacity as well as just hyperventilating, he figured he had about 4 to 5 minutes left, give or take as he had to exhale to form the armor which shaved off a few minutes. And with that amount of time, he'd have to bank his hope on his unfinished technique based on an attack from an ancient anime: His Geiger Drilling Break. Withholding a sigh he'd slowly release the stored pressurized air from his arm as it formed a small drill with a clamp forming onto the arm. As it would drill, instead of froming upwards he'd have it form downwards, covering himself in a drill-like armor. Once it would reach the end of his body, it would push outwards and start to drill him up, with his arm held in it would pull him up and out of the solid and liquid-like rock towards the surface. Summary/Techs&LP
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| Mod Bot | Apr 16 2018, 07:17 PM Post #68 |
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The Master
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Mook Status A total of forty four mooks landed successfully on the island. Eighteen were felled by Nala's stomping attack, leaving twenty six. Four are too slow to move out of Alana's binding range, successfully being entrapped, leaving twenty two in the fray. One is successfully assassinated by Lyra's attempt, leaving twenty one. No more hostile attempts were made on these individuals that follow Tsukiko, except from defending against them. Twenty one remain, actively aiming to harm those belonging to Elysium. They have all been notified of the Vitality operatives and their appearances, and were advised not to harm the children... unless provoked. Tsukiko's Battle Seemingly radiating from her entire body, purple energy kept Tsukiko aloft and she paid no heed to what happened below her. All of her attention, focus and hatred were directed right at her enemy, the fixation of her revenge for all of these years. The loss of her twin brother had been like an active, stabbing pain in her heart every day that drove her forth with the goal to take what was rightfully hers; Mercutio's life. Her face was utterly unmoved as the Crimson Fucker mentioned how much she had changed, and how he hadn't assumed she would become as she was. He then started to blame the world having 'got to her', instead of taking ownership for what he had done, and proclaimed that he wasn't the man he once was. No twitch of anger or irritation or any other such rational emotion crossed his opponent's face, and she stared him down with clear ferocity but also calculated resentment. Even as he analysed her quirk, assumed what she was capable of, she didn't even bat an eyelid. His speech about balance, and somehow being the World's new Symbol of Peace, caused the callous woman's lips to turn upwards into a cruel, disbelieving smirk. "Balance doesn't equal peace or justice. You're just as deranged as you once were. And I thought it was my childish, uncalculated mind that had me thinking that way." She shook her head slowly, but wasn't altogether surprised. Following her frenzied attempts on Mercutio's life, she had become cold, cut-off, and unfeeling. Previously the dynamic and sociable twin out of the rising star Hero duo, she was all but unrecognisable now, save for her distinctive, powerful quirk. "I used to believe that me killing you would be justice; that I would be doing the right thing. Later, I figured out that it wasn't. Not in the eyes of the world. Although something can be right beyond a doubt to you, it doesn't check out with morals elsewhere." Her voice was cold, cut-off from emotion, and almost uninterested as she started to reveal her change in mind-set since the years between her last meeting with Mercutio. "I decided that I didn't care about it being right or wrong. It's simply my mission, the one thing I can accomplish... to make peace with what you did. Your cold-blooded murder." Small ounces of power and conviction started to seep into her words the longer she spoke, and made it very clear that she cared not about morals. Killing this man... was all she had. And she would do it, or die in the process. "The stuff you're spouting is, as usual, nonsense to me. Let's settle this... one way or the other." She raised her hands, purple energy surrounding her whipping up into frenzy; like dark, shadowy fire. It was a good thing they were way up in the air, out of the way from others on the ground. "In the end... colour always turns to black." Tsukiko lunged a hand forwards, and a large mass of her purple 'energy' rushed from her feet towards Mercutio. Wherever it made contact with his crimson-coloured energy, it simply started to evaporate into deep, midnight purple wisps that floated away. Having heard his spiel from earlier, she prepared herself for a more close-combat offensive from him, but surely his quirk was keeping him up in the air...? If she could dissipate the energy fast enough, he could be falling to his death in no time. Tsukiko's Actions
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| Duck | Apr 16 2018, 07:55 PM Post #69 |
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The Never Sleeping Vampire Duck
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Quack, quack, quack... Shirou had been on the verge of having the lights knocked right out of his eyes, but a constant... pecking was in order. Literally. Two ducks, angered and a bit fluffed from an unknown source, poked and picked at the rainbow splatted feathers that decorated his fat cheeks and frayed neck. Popping an eye open to shoot the offended ducks a quizzical glare, Shirou was met with an odd sight. Ducks were circling the air, pecking at one another, and in general being a bit of a problem. Being so high up in the air where it was questionably safe he would figure they'd be more than happy! Confusion leaked onto his features as he slowly pulled his wings in from their outstretched sprawl. Harumphing, he spat a colorful wad of spit, bill snorting out a stream of crimson dust. Once up on his flippered feet, Shirou glanced upward with a watchful gaze of Demetri. This boy was enraged. His entire demeaner screamed 'don't bother me', and the ducks were equally as agitated. His gaze softened as he waddled on Nala's rocky back. From the outside this was an attack on 'villains', if they could be called that, but from the inside this was an attack on a home. It wasn't fair, and despite not knowing what had caused Demetri such distress he offered a few little quacks one after another. "What's got ya' so angry, Mister? How come ya' upset? I reckon them folks down 'low can handle 'emselves damn well. I ain't exactly one'a y'all, but ain' no one got the right to be tackin' on a homeland," he sighed a puff of blue from his bill as if it were a cold day. Shirou moved himself so that he was now sitting with his body squished against Demetri's leg. He didn't want to annoy him! All he wanted was to make sure that, you know, Demetri knew he wasn't alone. This was a disaster, chaos, and no one was invicible to circumstance. Upon hearing Mercutio's speach, the duck tilted his head like a confused dog, a series of confused, little quacks erupting like a chatting pet fowl. Symbol of hope...? That was... stretching it. Abyssal was assumedly dead in his eyes, but there was so much questions that he knew these kids and even Vitality could answer. The latter was a fat chance. A long sigh followed as he looked at the back he was currently roosting on. Nala had made a move; a large one. Uneffected by the large movement by the sheer positioning, all he could do was watch with a silent stare. Tsukiko's little army was a pathetic sight; each one being their own different breed of excuses. Hearing Tsukiko speak up, too, had caused him to glance toward Demetri. The oddball of a tamer seemed to be the type to be quickly angered, but... who was he to judge? He kept his eyes trained on the fight that was in the air; his own domain. Flight was one of his most capable skills, and to be performed so well was one of his prouder feats. So many concerns crossed his face as he watched Tsukiko shoot off her own form of an attack. "Damn, damn, damn... I ain't in no condition to be flyin', but I my cheeks're sore 'n fat. There's 'nough color packed away fer' a sonic wave so boomin' it'll shatter 'n scatter. Damn, I am sore outta luck fer' a few minutes at least," he mumbled to himself. Chatting to himself about the possibilities that lay before him helped clear his mind of all the insanity going on several meters below. A few questioning quacks popped out. Mercutio... "What'a cold bitch," he commented, the ugly use of a word escaping in as he glared at Tsukiko's form. quack quack
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| Reggie | Apr 16 2018, 09:36 PM Post #70 |
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God of Destruction
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Mercutio wasted no time and pushed hard forward. Crossing his arms against each other, he braced the impact as he started to fall and a cute, red ribbon spiraled into the air from Merc's hand. 'Hmm.. she is much stronger than I remember, her quirk at least...' he thought in free-fall. Eventually, when he could, his body caught itself with help from his quirk which was able to function properly again. "In another time, we could have been allies." he said, frowning at the misfortune of the scenario he found himself in. Tsukiko was once a tool of WISH and now sees through them, she was someone Merc could of admired, but time wouldn't allow it. '231 to 3. Not very good odds.' he thought, knowing that she perfectly countered him. A cape made of crimson dangled down his back, dispersing as it reached it end into the air like dust into the wind. The wiping winds picked up the cape and the ribbon equally as they both began to dance more and more violently as Mercutio picked up speed. What she had to say and could hear the brokenness in her words, but that was the past and in a time where he wasn't fully in control of himself. Accidents, horrific events, life changing circumstances were a constant plague and if Mercutio were to let each one cause him anguish, then he'd die of the plague. Rocketing at Tsukiko, he hit full speed. Mercutio's strength surged as he brought himself upwards in a full body uppercut and the ribbon fluttering in the breeze, clutched now in both his right and left arm. The strike with his right arm was aimed into Tsukiko's chin and his purpose was to drive his mass through Tsukiko, but aimed more to ensnare her with his Capture Tape. "You focused all your time on your quirk, haven't you?" he asked as his left hand swiveled with the right. Only sinking below Mercutio would she be able to evade the capture tape being wrapped around her neck and twisted. Spinning is body with the momentum generated, attempting to keep all the force at max energy, he soared straight at the ground with a collar and leash around the Blue Bitch's neck to slam her into the sands below. "Or do you just want to see your Baby Brother again?" he asked as he levitated in place. Both ends of the tape he held in his right arm. Summary
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| FritzingHell | Apr 17 2018, 01:39 AM Post #71 |
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Having faced away from Manaia, the motherly woman would be glad to not have seen the eye twitches Lyra had at the moment of being called a child. GOD that sounded so god damn condescending, especially from someone who was trying to be so overly protective over anyone she deemed too young in her own eyes. As if she was trying to be one of those Mother Teresa, holier tan thou women who adopted and helped all the orphans back at their decrepit orphanage. Though it was interesting to slightly overhear to hear that she had her own troubles, boohoo everyone had problems, it's pretty much a given that everyone had their own stupid backstories, no matter how great or insignificant they are in the grand scheme of things. Shaking her head from side to side, trying to focus on the grand situation in front of them, Lyra noticed that were even more of these invading troops than she had originally noticed. Grimacing a little upon the current headcount, it seemed that it was going to be quite the kerfuffle if these invading forces were as formidable as they posed themselves as. Holding up a finger to her own temple, the digit tapped against her own cranium while contemplating on the kind of ways she was going to be forced to incapacitate these dredges. The entire time, it seemed the woman was getting back on her own high horse by talking down whomever planned on fighting the kids. Even though they were already in the process of doing so as a group was approaching Lyra's location, despite Manaia's own warning since the masked girl took care of one of their buddies. Sighing to herself, Lyra would ask the woman a simple question as it could pretty much dictate their next actions. "I'm not really the best in normal combat, but my quirk more than makes up for that. If you want to back up those words of yours, you'll just have to t-trust me." It was rather hard for her to get that word out, due to the usual issues she had in that kind of department. But judging by the actions of this woman, it was at least worth the shot of giving this woman some aid. Half of her cumulative sheets of paper would soon circulate around the form of the stranger, looming closer and closer to her body. If Miss Paewai wished to avoid Lyra's own assistance, then she was more than willing to not continue her attempt. But, if this Mother Teresa wannabe was willing to put any amount of trust in Lyra's actions, then she would find that the sheets of paper would attach to her own body, almost feeling invisible to the touch as it just barely lingers over her form by a hair's breadth. Each sheet would feel hard and dense to the touch, and would show no signs of impeding the woman's movements as it seemed to follow her movements. At this point, she would look like a knight clad in matte white armor. Whether she accepted the new armaments from her current partner, Lyra would stroll forward toward the charging infiltration team. Holding up an evenly spaced shield of multiple pieces of paper in order to make sure these mongrels were not able to get any closer. And, when one of these unlucky dullards decided to come in too close, Lyra would let loose a barrage of paper which had been rolled up and sharpened to the highest degree, flying through the gaps of her barrier in order to impale into her opponent's vital spots. If everything went according to plan, then all of these soldiers would not even get within a couple meters of her before being struck dead by her paper bolts. Though, as things usually go for this masked woman, one of these rank and file soldiers took the long route around the barriers. Only one of her paper bolts struck true in his shoulder, but he soldiered on through and attempted to shoulder tackle the young masked woman. Dodging his own efforts, Lyra smacked her hand against his back, a visible recoil shook his body, but due to her inexperience in raw combat he was able get back up and aim a punch right in her mouth. Slinking backward a little, the young woman had grabbed one of her floating paper bolts, and aimed to stab upward in order to skewer the man's own head from below in mid stab, the paper soon becoming stained with his blood. Using her leg to kick him off, Lyra continued her onslaught of her shield and bolt tactics, expanding the radius of her shield to prevent another from infiltrating her personal area. Summary techs used Paper in use
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| Mod Bot | Apr 17 2018, 03:06 AM Post #72 |
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The Master
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Homicide Ruling -Given that Mort never in character filled his gadget with LP/Air and only checked it, he does not actually have any air stored up. Air is scarce enough to where Mort will have to breath out solidified air. Given how much was exhaled during the descent, it is unlikely he would be able to exhale much without risking oxygen deprivation. -Space provided by the free form armor (if Mort so chooses to dispel it) is not enough to noticeably move or provide sufficient air. -Mort was pulled down before he was able to construct the barrier. LP is to be refunded. -Furthermore, please keep in mind your character's state of mind and fears when going from one post to another. These posts happen in seconds, such drastic changes can be seen as unnatural when read. -Stone is C-Rank material. Edited by Mod Bot, Apr 17 2018, 03:51 AM.
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| BlenderMutt | Apr 17 2018, 04:57 AM Post #73 |
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King of Free-form
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Hiko felt the strange boy struggle amid the stone. To say she watched him would be incorrect, she had neither the light to see him, nor a desire to manifest a pair of sensitive eyes anywhere near his violent thrashing. What hold she had on Mortimer was dulled by a strange field of air, not only did it loosen her grip, it slowed his fall and was making things rather difficult for her to do this simple job. This future struggle, the water boy had been the same way, cutting off his own arm to spite her generosity. Why did they always struggle so much? She could still remember the warmth that flowed across her when Leve sliced himself open, the feeling of his limb grow limp and lifeless as it rested embedded in her chest. Why was kindness met with such violent opposition? It dawned on her, that maybe this broken defeated boy she had deemed too weak to survive the horrors of this world, had a little more fight in him than she gave him credit. Hiko furrowed her brow as she focussed on finishing what she started, gathering a mass of stone and bulk around her as she committed the image in her head to action… ‘Just pop the bubble Hiko… Go to that dark place’ Floating amid the stone not far beside Mort, Hiko spread her control to the stone to either side of Mort again. She called a certain image to mind, remembering that horrible horrible man. She used to worship her birthfather like a king, he was her only family after all. But a year on this island had thought her what a real family was like… What a real father was like. There was one thing she still admired about the man who raised her, the man knew how to hit. Bring forth all the pressure she could send into the stone surrounding him, she attempted to crush the pocket of air surrounding him, to fill the void he had created with stone, to squeeze every last breath of air out of him. In her mind, two hands came together like a clap, and just so the rigid stone would surge together. If successful she would break through his armor, filing the space it created with solid stone as she squeezed the air away, robbing him of his last lifeline. Summary/Techs Used
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| Infinity Gohan | Apr 17 2018, 05:43 AM Post #74 |
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Taller than You
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The dragon's question came at a bad time, the boy wiping tears from his eyes as he choked back a full on tantrum. Apart from the chin itslef being struck, he'd also been going fairly fast before he came to an abrupt and very unpleasant stop. The dragon's signing was just made out through the blur, however, the fox boy giving two weak nods in reply as he felt pain spread up and down his body, a headache slowly coming on. Hearing someone approaching, the boy turned his head, finding someone he'd seen on their side earlier but had unfortunately missed his name. It seemed he was offering Mairu a bit of a heal, or at least attempting to aid him somehow. The boy was a bit emotional at the time, so he was hesitant as he imagined an array of needles being revealed, filled with who knows what, before deciding to take his medicine and get it over with and replying to Eizen with a nod. The healing that came next was fairly unexpected, the boy's skin burning a bit all over as cells got to work multiplying, but after a few seconds of contact, the fox boy was actually feeling a fair bit better. Blinking away the last of his tears, the child looked down at his hands with droopy ears, making fists twice in surprise to find that he felt right as rain. Smiling from ear to ear, Mairu turned to the stranger, getting to his feet as he said, "Wow! That feels tons better! Thanks a lot mist-" Cutting himself off once he was on two feet, Mairu realized that he was looking down at his healer, the holder of Overhaul having seemed older when the child was on his rear. Wiping the surprise from his mind with a shake of his noggin, the boy then continued, "Well, thanks! And I can take a little hurt like that if it gets rid of the bigger hurt!" Looking back over the battlefield, it looked like Mairu's attack hadn't done much to think the herd of mooks, the boy snapping with dissatisfaction as he declared, "Aw nuts! Didn't help at all! ...Maybe if we focus more on one guy instead of a bunch, or a really strong one..." Picking out the nearest mook and giving a nod. He wasn't going to kill, but he was going to make sure they left with something under their belt. Turning to Artemis, and feeling at least a little emboldened, the boy placed his hands on his hips after he pointed out their target and declared, "That guy! We're gonna make at least him sorry for making everyone so sad!" The boy hoped Artemis would join him one last time, turning back to Eizen with thumbs up and a smile as his face was illuminated by the flames far away. "Thanks again for the healing! I'm Mairu, and this is my friend Artemis! And we're gonna kick their as-... butts!" Starting to run off, the boy considered why he was getting into this fight. He didn't like going out of his way to hurt people... and a lot worse was happening to some in the invasion, but after all the trouble the bullies and liars had brought, he wanted to show them what it meant to mess with his new home, even in just a small way! Reaching the field of battle once more, the boy now holding back his speed, the mook would find a hefty bunch of tails coming his way, aimed right as his sternum! Summary LP, Tech and Stats Items
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| Goat Lord | Apr 17 2018, 06:06 AM Post #75 |
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Boner LORD
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After the lava walls came up to separate the fighters, it was pure chaos, especially for Mihles as he was unfortunately quite close to one of them, causing his jacket to ignite from a stray splash. He had to panickedly tear off the jacket as his sleeve burst into flame, and while thankfully he did manage to rip it off before he got hurt, the confusion and panic that had set in delayed quite a bit, as the fighting had already began by the time he recovered from almost being turned into a charred corpse. The pink haired cunt had taken charge of the defenders, while the offenders seemed far more loosely organized. But while Mihles had every intention of joining the fight, he had absolutely zero intention of listening to the hwran giving orders. From the several occasions he'd spent with her, he'd found that she was thoroughly unpleasant and a bitch, and even if she wasn't either of these things Mihles was never very good at listening to others. So he initially set off on his own in the battleground, hoping to find somewhere to join. But the rapid pace and organization of the fighting punished those who went out of line like he was, and he found no openings in the battles that were raging across the island, with most of the orphans focusing on one of the more intimidating looking invaders. It also didn't help that there were more unfamiliar faces than there should have been, since he'd been on the island during the beginning of its developments he'd seen most of the newcomers either coming or at least around when he was on the island, the orphans, the goose, the hooded freak, but now there were several strangers that had appeared and were apparently helping. Including who he had originally thought was that goose guy, until it started spewing rainbow junk from its quack and he realized it wasn't a goose he was looking but a duck. Where the fuck did a duck come from?!? Who was this?!? And then to confound him even more, ANOTHER DUCK waddled up to him and started following him around. Where were these ducks coming from?? What was going on?! Confounded didn't begin to explain how he felt, so much so he once again lost focus on the chaos swirling around him. It was nothing short of a miracle no one took advantage of his distracted weakness. But thankfully, no one did. And lo and behold, as distracted as he was, the Crimson Cunt made his appearance. Which meant that Abyssal was down. That was actually quite impressive, and Mihles didn't even bother pretending otherwise. And in his usual Crimson Fuckery he didn't come alone, as a blue haired individual dropped from the sky, followed by an army. Abyssal wasn't alone it seemed. Though at least now he had a place to join the fight. He'd head towards them to intercept, and when he got near enough to the group he'd raise his hand and release a large blast. Or, at least he meant too, right as he attacked the mook group that damned beast would stomp on the ground, causing him to lose balance and point downwards at the ground and his unfortunate duck attendant right when he released the blast, sending him blasting off to the side from his own attack. Thankfully he was mostly unhurt as he rolled on the ground, though now he had gone from surly to pissed. And as he got his new bearings he saw the jet from before, along with some people there. And he really needed someone to vent this aggression on. It was a win/win situation. Aa he approached the plane, he'd now notice the smoke pouring from it, along with a vaguely familiar face walking away from it and across from him. One of the orphans, he was pretty sure. And behind him was a girl, who he didn't recognize at all, lunging at the boy. Well it seemed he arrived at the perfect time. He'd raise his hand and release a huge blast of air straight at her, hoping both to knock her back and hurt her at the same time. He'd then slowly finish his approach, not even bothering to acknowledge the orphan who he walked in on and either saved or interrupted their plans. He didn't particularly care which. Ello luv. No matter how his blast went, he'd level his arm once more towards the girl, ready for a follow up attack if necessary. At least it looked like he was going to be able to beat up someone today, so all in all it was looking up. Summary Techs and LP |
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