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| Data_Sora | Apr 20 2018, 03:49 PM Post #91 |
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Banned. Sorry to those who i was threading with.
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As Mort tried to hold himself together just long enough to escape from being buried alive, he'd be shocked to find that his attempt at making his drill wouldn't even take form. Focusing his quirk onto the item to try and figure out why, his mind would be filled with horror. His Cybernetic had a leak and there wasn't any air left inside. Ergo no air to make any constructs or to recycle for breathing. He had been so busy keeping track of how much was in the tank mentally he hadn't payed attention to if the tank was even damaged in the sandstorm. and if that was the case, combined with how much air he had to breathe out to slow his decent, he only had about...1 minute left, probably less. As he started to mentally panic, he'd pick up on something he hadn't noticed in his attempt to try and get out of this mess. He could still sense more air. He could still feel his connection to the air up above. It wasn't the strongest, but with several of his techniques relying on him being able to pass through barriers and other unpenetrable objects as well as being able to solidify air from a distance, he always had a general feeling if air he could manipulate when it was in his area of control. More often that not however, it was like a buzz in the back of his mind as he didn't give it much thought. But now? In his greatest moment of desperation he found a shred of hope to cling to. He may have lost his will to fight, but his will to live wouldn't let him die if he could do something. In a flash of desperation, genius, and oxygen-deprived madness, he had an idea. If he couldn't bring himself to the air on the surface, he was going to bring the surface air to him. Without taking a moment to hesitate, he'd form a massive drill, 9 meters tall and 1 meter wide in diameter on the surface and aimed right at his location. Then, as soon as it had appeared, it would start to spin downwards. It would dig through the sand, launching the bits away from the digging spot while it continued down and through the hardened magma. The plan was simple: as soon as it reached his body that part of the drill would dissipate so he could breathe in the air, and when it would reach his feet he could then pull himself out...somehow. He'd get there if he managed to get the air first. As the drill was being formed and then subsequently brought down for drilling, down Mort wouldn't hear a thing, and that was creepy as hell. Yet he couldn't focus on that and could do nothing but cycle through the little air he had and brace for whatever the little girl had planned for him. Then, without warning, it would hit him. from both sides Stone would come in to crush him. He'd try to hold the armor that kept him from sinking for as long as he could, but even then it wouldn't hold as he didn't give it's creation much focus this time. But even then he wouldn't let her kill him. The pressure wasn't as bad as he would of expected, which let him focus on keeping the drill intact, but it still hurt a little. Summary/Techs&LP
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| Will | Apr 20 2018, 05:50 PM Post #92 |
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Taylor had succeeded in dispatching some of Tsukiko's henchmen. It hadn't been very difficult but that didn't mean things would keep being this easy especially considering the owl woman was heading in their direction. As Taylor looked around they spotted Merc still fighting with Tsukiko. Negan and Rosa knew that Merctutio was incredibly strong but after fighting Abyssal it seemed highly unlikely that he would be able to take out Tsukiko all on his own. "Mercutio looks like he needs help, Rosa....." Negan's voice rang out within Taylor's mind "You know what that means we have to go to him, right?" "Yes I know, Negan. We can't let him die." Rosa responded. "Oh? I thought you still hated him, sister." Negan teased. He was glad that Rosa finally starting to get over everything that had happened. "I still do....... just less" "Fair enough." The fused being would begin to focus on their next course of action. They figured that Mercutio in his current state might not be enough to actually defeat their current enemy and if that was truly the case then he would need some help. The plan was to get close to their fight without actually interfering. If Mercutio didn't end up needing help then that was great but if he did then Taylor would be right there to lend aide. As Owl Mom reached their location, Taylor started to move away. "We will let you tend to your friend. He is no longer a threat to us." With that, the fused being sprinted off in the direction of Mercutio, coming to a stop nearby but still making sure to give him a generous birth. At this time Tsukiko would launch a weird attack in all directions, prompting Taylor to try and dodge it. However they found that the attack would pass overhead and not actually come into contact with them. Had they been far away the attack may have dropped down and connected but seeing as how they were not, Taylor was safe from it's effects for the time being. For now, Taylor would turn their attention towards any nearby mooks and attempt to dispatch them with some weaker explosions. The attacks were not nearly as powerful as they could be mostly because they wanted to save their energy in case Merc was in need of their help. Summary Techs, LP, Stats EP(s)
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| Infinity Gohan | Apr 21 2018, 12:39 AM Post #93 |
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Taller than You
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The combination of Mairu and Artemis' attacks seemed to the trick their target taken by complete surprise as their strikes baffled him into unconsciousness. It looked like Eizen had also decided to join them, picking out a mook for himself and dealing with him quite handidly, though the boy was surprised to see a pillar used instead of some sort of bodily attack. "Nice work! But I thought you healed people? Oh, oh! Use the pillar to launch me at them! Maybe we can get a few more!" The boy declared, hoping his newfound ally would go along with the plan he'd hobbled together. Should Eizen comply and create a pillar for the child to hop off of, Mairu would bend his knees before the launch, jumping at an angle and twisting in the air as he aimed to get as much torque behind his tail swipe as possible. Should the holder of Overhaul turn down his plan, however, the tyke would go in much like he had the last time, simply running up and giving his foe a good swipe of his tails. In either case, the boy held no fear, knowing Artemis would be there to back him up and alert him to any miscellaneous danger. Something he doubted even the dragon saw coming, however, was the colossal explosion of force from above, the fight between Mercutio and Tsukiko jumping up a few levels as the boy's fur shivered from head to toe, feeling some kind of pressure force him down for a few seconds. Shaking himself to ease the sensation, the fox boy took a moment from the fight to look up, being greeted by a series of reds and blues in what looked to be something akin to fireworks. Dazzled for a few seconds, Mairu wondered how his quiet days in Japan had come to this: fighting a war for a sovereign nation against people who were supposed to be the good guys. Even in the war himself, the heat of the very battle with quakes and attacks still going out, the boy had to wonder how it all came to be like this, why so many people had to get hurt.... Summary LP, Tech and Stats Items
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| Cobdogred | Apr 21 2018, 05:08 AM Post #94 |
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Someone came to her aid. It was fine, the fight ended as soon as he came into the picture. For Derge that was just fine, he didn't want to fight with her anyway. Besides Derge wasn't about to fight someone that shook off his attack like the smoke-man had. Still, Derge wasn't about to let his guard down. He continued to sustain the claw that armored his hand. Shrugging Derge turned to leave when yet another of the invaders arrived. This one was much more intimidating than the others. His presence reminded Derge of Mercutio in some ways, just not as extreme. He didn't mince his words. The newcomer told them to leave, which Derge had planned on anyway. There was a moment when Derge almost turned around when he spoke of leaving the island. Their group was called Vitality. Derge would make sure to remember that name, for they would likely no longer exist when he finally did get back to the world. He stood there, hesitating to try to understand what his mind and heart were telling him. There was an urge to turn back and walk back onto the plane. Derge was sure that wouldn't end well. His heart told him to go to them while his mind was firmly telling him to move away from them. He never listened to his heart, currently, there was nothing for him on that plane. Derge trudged through the soft sands that covered the island. He moved towards the battles that raged between some new foe that had arrived. It sure was a busy day. Not just one group but two different enemies appeared to take Mercutio's head. Derge suspected that this kind of thing was just going to be par for the course from now on. A lingering feeling floated around the back of his mind, worse was likely yet to come. "I'll just keep to myself like I did this time. So I should be just fine," he mumbled to himself as he walked along the beach. As Derge walked towards the flames of battle he came upon something rather curious. There was a drill just floating there. There was no one running it, no one was even close enough to be controlling it. The drill bit into the soft sands spewing it in every which direction. Despite the amount of material it was dispelling, a good amount was filling back in. This was the nature of sand. It would have been a better idea to create a scoop or some that could have blocked the hole so the sand didn't keep caving back into it. Derge cocked his head wondering what its objective was. Shrugging, he walked over and used his claw to move some of the sand away from the edge to prevent it from falling back in. He used his increase speed and the claw to increase the rate that the drill was able to displace the sand. Sumamry |
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| FritzingHell | Apr 21 2018, 05:27 AM Post #95 |
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With the assistance of the Owl Woman, Lyra was able to fell yet another one of these mooks. It was honestly too easy at this point, Lyra wondering if this really was all that the world was throwing at her. Upon thinking such thoughts, she grimaced as she already knew the answer. No, it wasn't, and this was only the beginning of such madness. Sighing in defeat, she caught the sight of the ex-opponent bolting off towards the location of their previous enemy known as Chameleon. Seeing such action, Lyra was tempted to stop her from moving, but felt that this would be a waste of energy at this point. So, choosing the alternative, she withdrew the armor from the form of Manaia, using the extra sheets of paper to give herself complete and utter protection once more. Glancing upward at the sky, Lyra gazed upon the very fight going above them. Actually, if she was being honest, she was only witnessing blurs at this point, as she could not even perceive the movements of Mercutio and Tsukiko when they were moving at their fullest. Such a far gap in the world that Lyra had to bridge together in order to at least feel somewhat relatively at ease with herself and being at peace... Who was she kidding, that'll never happen. Monsters stood around her, figurative and literal, and she was nothing more than a spec in the whole grand scheme of things. ] Frustrated at her own weakness, Lyra decided to play it a little risky as she recalled all of her paper, even the ones that were still embedded into these mooks. Letting it all circulate around her body, Lyra was a maelstrom of emotions, glaring at the set of three attackers before her. Conglomerating all of them into a singular, spherical mass of sheets, the masked woman took steps towards her attackers, letting them charge at her with very unimposing quirks. Not even breaking stride, the C rank paper formed a wall in front of her, catching the mooks as they collided directly into the structure, and felt themselves being pushed back with their feet dragging across the sands. This was only the beginning, as one of mooks would feel the paper clasp around his wrists, increasing its own density while jutting outward, the paper sharpening into that of a guillotine. The blade sliced this man's hand clean off of his wrist, and this was enough reason for them to start backing away. In their haste, Lyra took advantage as the lower end of her paper wall formed a paper tendril of sorts, which wrapped around the ankle of the wounded soldier who was missing his hand. Lifting him up into the air, the giant, stationary tentacle would hoist the handless soldier up into the air, swinging him about while colliding him with his own buddies. Solid body and body contact being made, their pained grunts filling the air as they were battering and bruising each other while under the influence of Lyra. Though, it did not take too long for her initial victim to have fully broken, having gone completely limp within the feeling of her paper tendril. Releasing him from his grasp, one of the semi injured mooks charged the young woman with blade in hand. Having been caught offguard as she was too busy having fun with her own destruction, Lyra could only bring up her arms in an attempt to defend her own face. A burning sensation rippled throughout her own arm as she could feel the steel ripping through her flesh, Lyra biting down through her own mask from the intense pain. A similar, intense pain like the one she endured as a young child, the very same bladed feeling which scarred her very own lips. And an intense scowl grew upon her face, the young woman having all of the paper completely encase this man in just a matter of seconds. Each individual sheet layered itself over his body, doubling up in multiple areas as to prevent movement from his own part. Covering everything except his own mouth. Knocking him over, the wounded woman glanced over at the third soldier who leapt right up into the sky, aiming to collide his fist into her face. Swinging her body around, the Paper Mistress curled her hand up into a tight fist, her fingernails digging in so hard that blood started to draw from her paw, as she dodged the attack and retaliated with an unfettered strongman's punch of her own. Unable to dodge, her fist collided with the man's own jaw, and a couple defeaning cracking sounds erupted. Letting that guy fall, all that was left was for the man stuck in the paper sarcophagus, who was trying to plead for help. Heaving out air as she was still in dire pain, especially since her punch quite literally sent the blade in her arm jittering about and cutting much more of her own flesh, Lyra pulled the painful blade right on out of the body. Blood starting to flood out of her cut arm, which temporarily remedied with a simple tourniquet of paper. Manipulating five sheets around her arm, she created heavy layers of paper to harden around her own limb, to keep all of the blood from pouring out until all was said and done. And with a blade firm in her hand, Lyra dangled it right over the man's screaming mouth, letting drop and impaling into his throat. Not done there, she lifted up a heel and stomped down as hard as possible, letting it bore all the way through his neck. Feeling his body go limp as she was certain her cruel trick severed his spinal cord, she returned all of her paper while retrieving the vicious combat knife used to complete this bloody murder. Dark thoughts circulating around in her head, making her believe that if she was to survive, then she too had to become a monster. Just like the ones above her head, creating those power anti-energy blasts that still sickened her to the very pit of her stomach. Summary
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| Neharo | Apr 21 2018, 07:02 AM Post #96 |
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"The fuck are you two speaking up for? My conversation is with him, stay the fuck out of it!" Ezra’s response to both him and Sonomi just pissed the scruffy boy off more. He suppressed his urge mouth off at the hero, as it would do nothing to help the current situation. Ezra had agreed to pull out the remainder of Vitality, and for the rest of Elysium that was likely the best thing at this point. Still, getting dismissed as nothing but fodder was a hit to his pride. Part the boy wished it had been him who had the chance to take on Ezra, just to see what the hero was made of. He had been so focused his fight with the wolf woman that he hadn’t had anytime to observe Ezra in combat. One thing was for sure though: in his current state if they fought, Ezra would beat shit out of him, it wouldn’t be remotely close. He couldn’t do anything to him as he took off through a hole in the wall and jumped into the other battlefield. His offer to help Satoshi up had been met with a weak attempt to grab with a limp arm and a grunt of pain. It looked like Satoshi’s arm was probably just as fucked up as his own if not worse. As Gjöll moved to place Huntress’s long knife between his teeth, so he could actually pull Satoshi to his feet, someone would beat him to it. “Sonomi..” He muttered under his breath before added with a slight grin. “I’m glad you remembered…. Thank you.. If you hadn’t been here I wouldn’t even have lasted a second against her..” While it looked like she had gotten out of the fight relatively unscathed, the Suo girl was by far the only reason he and Satoshi were still able to move. Both her memory of how his quirk worked and her erasure of wolf woman’s ability had given the him advantage on her for a second, and were crucial in landing the only hits he actually got. Gjöll would listen as Star Lord spoke to Abyssal, taking note of their conversation. It appeared that Star Lord definitely knew about the Wish’s Corruption, possibly even more than Mercutio did, or at least more than Mercutio had shared with Adrestia. Fortunately for the Hero, he was too well liked for Wish to openly oppose him. He watched awe as the man began to clear away the walls and debris that separated the battlefields. Even with how all the strength the boy had struck huntress with, he had only been able to barely crack the wall, and here Star Lord was clearing it away like it was nothing. There was a reason he was one of the world’s top heroes after all. Gjöll would catch Fran with his left shoulder, cradling her with his neck until she had a grip. Unsure if the man had realized she was more than a stuffed animal, he waited until Star Lord ran off towards the fight and just the other members of Adrestia remained before he would speak to her. “You doing ok Fran?” He questioned a note of concern in his voice. “We didn’t have you too worried did we?” He tried to down play the severity of the situation, so she wouldn't be concerned. Sure, the small plush child had been through a lot of hardship, but watching a losing fight and being unable to help must have been frustrating for her. While his fight with Huntress would likely be a helpful example in the training Mercutio had requested he had give her, now was not the time to be thinking about that. He would let the small child respond and adjust herself into a more comfortable position before moving forward. “As I said before: We need to regroup with the others and get these injuries looked at.” He would plainly state again. “Sonomi. I’m going to try and find the Goose or someone else to help with our injuries. If you guys are gonna come too, could you watch after your brother and make sure none of these assholes show back up to try and finish the job?” Truth be told he was still in no condition to fight either, but if he didn’t find someone help at least stop some of his bleeding somewhat soon, his recovery could end up taking a lot longer. The boy would follow in the direction Star Lord had gone toward the other battlefield. INVASION Gjöll would cross over to the other battle as fast as he could, ignoring the additional pain that the knife in his left leg was causing him. Still under the effects of his quirk’s backlash, he wasn’t able to move at full speed. As he got closer, he would look up across to the battlefield where bursts of Crimson and Purple seemed to be erupting overhead, far out of reach of him. It seemed Mercutio was still in fighting condition, that was good, but who was he fighting? It was not one of the people that he had noticed before when Vitality first showed up, and several new people had seemed to join the fight against Elysium. Did Vitality have reinforcements show up after the initial fight had begun? He would take a moment to survey the battlefield trying to take in as much as he would. For the most part it looked like the Elysians were handily winning the fight. At that moment at least, he just needed to find someone to help him stop the bleeding of his wounds. The actually repairing of damage he had suffered could wait until later. While looking for the goose was the obvious choice, he had no real success in find him at first as he looked out across the battlefield. He remembered from their recent training on the Dark Continent Rosa had mentioned he was able to help slightly if anyone got injured. While he didn’t expect the young girl to be able to fully treat him, hopefully she would be able to help prevent him slightly. Unfortunately for him, it appeared the Taylors were currently in their fused form and were wreaking havoc across the battlefield, meaning Rosa was not able to help. “Keep an eye out and let me know if you see the doctor, Fran.” The boy muttered to her under his breath, as he continued looking. While the goose he did not find, he would catch sight of Eizen, the blonde haired boy Mercutio had returned to the Australia with the other day. Due to how fast events had gone to shit then, he never had a chance to talk to the small boy. His stomach churned a bit when as he remembered the boy’s strange power and how it had been used to heal both Mercutio and Mordred’s severe injuries. He had been terrified of the boy’s ability on that day and that still held true. The mystery around Eizen and his strange violent healing power still scared him. However, right now was not the time to let fear control is actions. Moving slightly toward Eizen he would give out a whistle to try and get the boy’s attention. He wasn’t going to yell the entire situation to him in the heat of combat, but he hoped if he got his attention the look of concern on his face would peak Eizen’s curiosity enough to get him to come over. He would still try to keep towards the edge of the battle to make Eizen was moving away from danger. Still gripping huntress’s dagger in his remaining gauntlet covered right hand, he kept his eyes open for any dangers to either of them while moving closer. Summary Edited by Neharo, Apr 21 2018, 08:37 AM.
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| DwagonKitsune | Apr 21 2018, 01:44 PM Post #97 |
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Artemis had to admit that with the energies of battle flowing through her, she had developed a rather nice flush. The hot emotion fizzed up in the tiny dragon and made her feel rather courageous as the large man was felled by the two children. Neither were hurt, nor did any of the nearby men seem to take much notice of the two, allowing for their continued rampage. After all, this was their home, and they'd defend it with everything they had. The orphan hadn't really taken note of what the man who had healed Mairu's split lip had done. She knew that he was attacking the fodder men along with the two and a few other residents, and that was all that really mattered to the tiny creature. Her friend, however, seemed to find great fun with Eizen's quirk at what it could do. While joining him up in the air if said pillar was provided would certainly put her wings to use, the little dragon was still wary. While most of the men on the ground seemed rather incompetent, there were a few who were clearly not. With no ability to properly fly, Artemis wouldn't be surprised if one of those more dangerous people were able to down her much like Mercutio had. With Mairu most likely going to be occupied with his own stunts, Artie decided to focus on one of the men herself. With all of the important vital points up high, crippling movement was far easier for the cat sized creature. She darted to a nearby man, approaching low and from behind. When she felt like she would hit, the little dragon striked at the heel of her enemy, sinking her teeth into the tender flesh. The taste of blood and dirty cloth/leather filled her mouth, causing Artemis to curl her lip in disgust, but she continued to clamp down. She then jerked her head back, hoping to deal as much damage to the limb as possible so that the man wouldn't be able to threaten her neighbours and home. summary
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| BlenderMutt | Apr 21 2018, 04:26 PM Post #98 |
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King of Free-form
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Hiko furrowed her brow, the faint futile struggling of Mort still being transcribed through the stone. This kid, just didn’t know when to throw in the towel. He had certainly pulled a 180 degree recovery from his previous mood, in a matter of seconds too. She had to switch gears a bit, approach this from a different angle. Her love-taps weren’t stopping his struggle, and something… Something was happening above them, she wasn’t sure what, but she didn’t like it, it was disrupting the earth… and it was loud. Curling her hand into a fist, Hiko let out a sigh. She was going to need to actually get her hands dirty. Despite what her actions seemed to say, Hiko was not a very malicious or violent girl. She had her.. issues, but she never really liked the idea of hurting other people. Up until this point, her few fights on this island had either been self-defense, some means of training, or tender acts of mercy. As the large stone fist materialized, Hiko tried to work up the courage to attack the defenseless child. Absorbing in some stone, she simulated a calming breath, thinking back to her fight with Leve. “Yīshēng Leroy made it seem so easy… Just make it quick...” What came next was…less than perfect. Hiko launched her knockout flurry of punches, surging them through the stone as she attempted to connect with his head, but would likely connect with the center of Mort’s ribcage from above. The punches however, if connected, would react to Hiko’s influence on the stone, sending Mort another four meters down, and one to the side. Like trying to strike someone underwater, part of the blows would be absorbed through movement, sending Mort spiraling in the stone. His only clue to which way he was facing, would be the blood suddenly rushing to his head, assuming he maintained consciousness. Summary/LP/Techs Used
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| Sporky | Apr 21 2018, 05:10 PM Post #99 |
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Idol Trash
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"What a sorry world this has become..." William Crawford could not help but lament the state of things as he lingered in the shadows. With every action they took, WISH proved themselves to be even more astoundingly inept and disgustingly corrupt. The war had been lost the moment WISH had relied on incompetent heroes-for-hire, mooks as fodder, and the rather preachy Tsukiko. None of whom had yet tasted success against the forces of Elysium. At most, the Elysians would walk away with scars and scratches, from what William could tell. The continued struggles were futile. Even Tsukiko, as strong as she seemed, was still far from tasting victory. Should she actually manage to overpower Mercutio Regalis, the other Elysians could easily step in to assist. And with the sheer array and potential power of the Quirks on Elysium meant that such an outcome would likely seal Tsukiko's fate. At least the girl could take pleasure in the fact that the island was not at all a bad locale to die. Leaving the light show unhindered by his foolish interruption, William instead turned his attention on those few fools that still fought. He did not care about those fleeing. They had already been instilled with the fear of their enemy, it was unlikely any of them would ever return. The idiotic mooks still fighting posed a marginally greater threat, but one that could be easily dispatched. Even the youngest among Elysium seemed to be having no trouble, but William saw fit to aid nonetheless. He couldn't rest his weary old bones forever. "End this farce, Arawn..." William uttered to his shadow monster. No sooner did it dart out from their place in the back lines, the shadowy monster spinning its body in the same attack it had unleashed on Chameleon before, though with deadlier intent this time. The black bullet would fly around the battlefield, aiming to pierce through any remaining mooks, stabbing through one and then redirecting to the next until none remained or he was interrupted. Crawford remained watchful, to see if WISH had any more desperate attempts to pull out. Summary Tech, Stats, LP |
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| Hal | Apr 21 2018, 06:20 PM Post #100 |
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Fell God of Waffles
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Eizen felt a surge of pride as he watched the sand change into a hardened pillar of sand, striking a man in the chest. The pillar hit him pretty hard by the looks of it, knocking the man he'd stuck down. He didn't get back up. Eizen was happy that had worked, but for now, he needed to remain focused on the task at hand as well as his surroundings. By the looks of things, Mairu and Artemis had managed to take down their target as well, with Mairu turning to Eizen andpraising his efforts, though he added his confusion that he thought Eizen had a healing quirk... and then, of course, he asked him to launch him. Eizen would scratch the back of his head at that. "My quirk is... pretty versatile, I think? I'm still learning with it... and as far as launching you goes, I'm going to have to say no. I still don't know how that works just yet, so I don't want to push it and accidentally hurt you." When Eizen gave the boy his answer, it seemed as if he understood well enough as he ran off to go tackle down another mook, Artemis following soon after. Eizen himself planned to follow the two, but before he could move, a sharp and shrill whistle caught his ears, even through all the fighting. He froze for a minute to look and see where the sound might have come from, and soon enough, Eizen's eyes would meet those of a man with brown hair and a cloak similar to Mercutio's. Eizen had seen him before, on the Dark Continent. He'd been the one to go absolutely berserk on the monster that had shown up, though beyond that, Eizen had yet to interact with him... though if the look he was getting was any indication, that would be changing soon. Looking back to check on Mairu and Artemis to make sure they'd be okay, Eizen would make his way back to the outer edges of the battle, moving towards Gjoll. He'd be careful to steer clear of any mooks, and if they came after him, he'd dodge them as neatly as he could. Upon reaching Gjoll, Eizen would lock eyes with the... significantly taller man, doing his best to look serious. Eizen was still coming to terms with the fact that Mercutio wasn't as quite as bad as he'd originally though, and while a great deal of his hate had yet to die off, he didn't have the urge to kill the Crimson King on sight anymore... though he wouldn't exactly be asking him for hugs anytime soon. That was just Mercutio though... Eizen wasn't sure how to feel about these people that followed him. Regardless, Eizen would keep his eyes on him... surely he had tried to catch his attention for a reason, right? "I'm... guessing you called me over because you needed something, so... How can I help?" Is it not obvious, Child? There is little doubt that he bared witness to what you were able to do to this 'Crimson King', as well as to the lizard shortly after. Obviously, he too wishes to receive a blessing from a God. For Eizen's part, he managed to mostly ignore Overhaul's arrogance-filled speech, but deep down, he couldn't help but feel as if the disembodied voice sharing his mind was right. He'd had no interaction with this man before, so why was he seeking him out now? Keeping a level gaze with Gjoll, Eizen's attention would be brought to the thing sitting on his head. Was that... a stuffed animal? It was kind of hard to see due to the difference in heights, but it looked familiar. Very familiar. Where had he seen...? "Fran?" Eizen's gaze would leave Gjoll to focus solely on the stuffed animal on top of his head, his head tilting to the side. Either it was the same stuffed plush he'd had to fight so long ago, or this man just carried a stuffed animal around on his head for the hell of it. Given everything Eizen had seen both on Elysium as well as off of it, he wouldn't have been surprised by the latter. Summary LP
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| Khrissy | Apr 21 2018, 08:25 PM Post #101 |
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Sweet Baby Lemon Hands, the wizard, is here to the rescue!
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“I’m glad you remembered… Thank you.. If you hadn’t been here I wouldn’t even have lasted a second against her..” It was faint on the girl’s ears, but she couldn’t help but smile with her teeth fully exposed due to the knife placed between them. Hell, she might of even felt her cheeks warm up a bit due to the sudden compliment regarding her worth. She wanted to thank him and tell him ‘It was nothing’ or ‘No problem! It’s the least I can do to help you’ but the hard and rather dangerous item made it hard for her to even begin conversing with Gjöll. Still, she didn’t look over at the other boy as Ezra’s rebuttal lingered between herself and Gjöll suddenly. It seemed they both had to hold themselves back from responding towards the nitwit, more so on Sonomi’s end since her injuries weren’t as bad in comparison - making her feisty to instigate a fight. Regardless, she stayed on her best behavior and watched as the Frozone wannabe left the scene to go tally up his comrades and leave the area. It even became known to Sonomi that there was a moving plush scampering about towards Gjöll, a question for her to ask about once the war was over and once she made sure Satoshi was taken care of. The white haired girl kept in mind of Star Lord talking about some sort of corruption with W.I.S.H earlier, her eyebrows arching in question as she wanted to ask. It would of helped in her case considering she assumed they were suppost to be the ‘Face of Heroism’ - the one thing she aspired to be before the world tournaments and meeting Merc of course. If they were corrupted, or, to that extent then… were they really heroes? Shooting up innocent buildings and potentially killing children? Those didn’t seem very heroic for people to look up and idolize, and hell, she didn’t have room to talk in that department. Didn’t Satoshi go to some sort of W.I.S.H sponsored event now that she thought about it? Speaking of Satoshi… She glanced over towards him as he remained propped against her body, a tilt of her head made so that she could try and get a better look at him. “Careful.” She tried to say softly between the knife as she readjusted him and began making her way towards the opening Star Lord left for them. The wall that kept them into this death trap had been crumbling, the leader was knocked out, and all that happened to be left was the big battle between the Elysians and Vitality squad. With the Yonkos now free from their cage, Sonomi was quick to scan the area as she tried to keep in pace and remain close to Gjöll, fearful of just dropping Satoshi’s body at any random spot. She carefully listened as Gjöll explained about seeking medical help for them, and to watch out for assholes wanted to finish what had been started in regards to Satoshi. A few nods and another grunt was made towards him as a signal to head out and get help, and once she traveled to cross over where she could overlook the situation before her was when she’d carefully prop Satoshi just next to her. Invasion “Here.” She muffled unfortunately as she felt a weird dripping sensation on her arm. It appeared that the ice had been melting away, whether it was due to the Frozone being out of her range or what was up in the air as she smiled widely. Just a moment or so more and she’d gain control of her arm back - but a little wet unfortunately once all of the ice took its time escaping her skin. Deftly did the white hair girl snatch the knife from out of her mouth and give the people wandering about a quick scan after her arm was operable. “I’ll stay here for you till you get help. I won’t leave you, brother.” She said quietly towards him as she tried to see where Gjöll had ran off to. There was way too many new people for Sonomi to keep count of, and it was a shame at that since she could easily mistake a friend for foe. Gjöll seemed to of ran close to the heat of battle to try and get some sort of assistance, but her attention didn’t last long on the feral boy as her eyes looked up. “Is that…??” Despite Eizen surely walking over to Gjöll to discuss pleasantries, Sonomi couldn't look over from the overwhelming distraction that was in the sky above her. Purple and Red clashed the sky like an art canvas before the young girl’s eyes, and with a wild assumption did she assume it had to be - “Mercutio-san?” She pursed her lips as her hair fluttered about the wind that passed by her direction, hoping that he was doing fine up there against… whatever the hell that thing was. LP&EP/Techs/Summary! |
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| Goat Lord | Apr 21 2018, 09:40 PM Post #102 |
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Boner LORD
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As Mihles attacked the girl, to his surprise a large smoke barrier appeared. It seemed they weren't the only ones to be taken off guard by unexpected assistance, Mihles had had no idea there was another player in the field. Unfortunately for the girl though and her would-be savoir, he just missed the mark as Mihles' attack managed to connect just before this new person cut her off from him. The blond Welsh boy would turn to see a brown haired kid whose arm was now smoke.The boy much like Mihles also seemed to have a mouth on him as he swore at the blond, to which Mihles simply smirked in satisfaction. Don't blame me for your slowness, ast. This smoky boys arm would then return to normal as he pulled back towards the girl, so Mihles would naturally advance. It seemed like things were about to get interesting as he leveled his arms at the boy and girl, but before he could release another blast someone else appeared out of nowhere, and he was far bigger looking than the other two, and apparently on their side. And of course when he demanded they leave the damned orphan acquiesced to his demands! Mihles scowled at the retreating boy, annoyed that he'd given up so easily. Fuckin orphan skank... But while he was annoyed at the boy leaving, his leaving also did determine the end of this showdown as Mihles wasn't even slightly interested in attempting a three-on-one battle, and he'd lower his arms while looking disdainfully towards the three invaders. Fuck it. Then he'd walk away, leaving them to retreat unhindered. He'd look to see the cowardly orphan was now playing in the dirt. In the middle of a war zone. He tried to wrap his around it, but just thinking about it was giving him a headache, and he really didn't care enough to tell him off and get him to join the fighting. So instead, Mihles went back to where he had been originally, joining the rest of the people fighting against these faceless mass invaders, and he'd level his arms against them and release another explosive blast of air the largest grouping of the surviving mooks, hoping the force and cutting power of the wind speed would do some damage. Summary Techs and LP |
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| Magnere | Apr 21 2018, 10:05 PM Post #103 |
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Manaia didn't question how they knew she was going to tend to her friend, her face probably said it all. As stoic and blank as her face normally was, right now it was twisted in a vast degree of emotions. More and more of them just kept coming. Glad that the children now had even more protection, but still guilty that she was willingly letting WISH men get injured because she'd refuse to hurt a child... She'd deal with the guilt or worry later. Kneeling down, she carefully examined the dying body of Tapu, the only man here she knew. On top of that, the only man she could trust. Abyssal fell instantly, it seemed. At last with Tapu, she knew where he stood and his power. He was a fool to try and take that man alone like he did... And yet, Manaia only thought even higher of him because of it. He was a brave soul and she would refuse to let him perish here if she could. A quick test confirmed that he was indeed alive, if barely. His pulse was still there, but he was bleeding out. Trusting that their words were true, Manaia felt comfortable enough to rip off the entire bottom half of her shirt and began to bandage his arm. The rest of him was severely damaged, but his arm, or rather lack of an arm, was much more important to get the blood flow to stop. She was no medic so she had no idea of how successful she was, but what was done was done. She quickly stood to her feet, eyes glancing around to make sure nobody was too close by. Hopefully her previous words and her lack of outright violence would ake the enemy forces at least a little hesitant to attack her as she suddenly began to glow again. The familiar glowing cocoon took shape around her, growing and growing in size until the Cosmic Owl form of hers reappeared. There was no time for waiting around, she had to get Tapu towards the jet as fast as possible. Hopefully Chameleon or someone else had medical knowledge. Wrapping her talons around Tapu ever so carefully, she flapped her wings and flew off into the air. Her grip careful as to not crush her wounded ally, but firm enough to not drop him. She flew low to the ground to avoid whatever in the world was going on above them, the crazy light show worrying her quite a bit. Even still, her eyes constantly scanned the battlefield for any sign of danger coming in her direction. This was a dangerous place, perhaps more dangerous than home. Summary LP, Stats, Techniques & EP's
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| BigGuava | Apr 21 2018, 10:28 PM Post #104 |
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Thankfully, it seemed as if the opposing masses which had littered their humble, tropical home paid Leroy very little attention as he made his rounds. While the vast majority of those afflicted were likely already dead, the preemptive neck snappings were a wonderful assurance plan in the unlikely chance there were some cowards trying to get the upper hand by faking their own passing. The work, although less strenuous than his usual healing, still left the Bubba Gump goose increasingly tired. Apparently, he had still yet to recover from the massive amount of healing he had performed on Mercutio. He’d glance over at the vividly hued fight-scene before dropping into the earth once more, reassuring himself that the Crimson Hecker had everything handled. That was, of course, before he heard a whistle. It was a bit strange, of course, considering that the fused siblings seemed to be handling themselves fairly well. From a quick observation, the conjoined two hadn’t worked up enough of a sweat to require his assistance. Perhaps some little critter heard ‘im give ‘em the high sign? Regardless, he could only assume it was a auditory beacon for his assistance. He’d continue to dive back into the ground before swimming his way towards the sounds of the shrill signal. The Mississippi medic would soon pop right out in front of Gjöll, and would be greeted with the grotesque display of blood, splinters, and broken bones. Ah, the artwork of war. Wasn’t as pretty as the paintings him and Alana had bonded over before, but at least the goose could act as the Monet of this field. Although at the very least, it seemed someone had already made a Picasso painting out of the magma midget’s face. ”Well, ain’t y’all a sight. Can’t imagine how tore up them Vitally folks oughta be then; someone prolly needs tuh go inform their next uh kin. Now, uh, my quirk’s on cooldown fer a bit after healin’ Big Red when he done whooped up on Abysser, so y’all might have tuh wait uh bit ‘fore I can heal yuh.” It was obvious that the goose had exceeded his limit prior, as heavy, labored breaths still interrupted the natural flow of his quickly paced Southern drawl. It was a bit of a relief, of course, as the floating physician spotted the violently healing orphan, although the risk involved left the goose with a bit of worry. Oh well, they were in the middle of battle after all, and there wasn’t anything the Overhaul orphan could do that Leroy couldn’t later fix. Hopefully. ”Well, looks like Eizen can help y’all ‘fore I get charged back up. But I guess I’ll stick around fer a bit, can’t leave y’all alone the way y’all are lookin’. It won’t be too long ‘fore I can help anyways.” The goose would swiftly descend back into the earth, with only the top half of his face poking out of the ground. Such a position would allow for a swift escape in the face of any incoming danger, yet still allow for him to keep tabs on this beaten group of fellow Adrestians. Soon, he hoped, he’d be able to heal with full strength sooner rather than later. summary Edited by BigGuava, Apr 21 2018, 10:34 PM.
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| Novama | Apr 21 2018, 10:28 PM Post #105 |
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Vigilante
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Mordred's body seemed to drink in the blood of his enemies. The mooks were dying in droves as they broke themselves against his spines and sword. Despite the blood bath, Mordred's spines and flesh remained clean. Nearly microscopic hairs coating his body created a surface that liquids wanted to bounce off as if getting dripped onto a hot skillet. The sands at his feet were being equally thirsty as they were stained red and absorbed the blood of the invaders like a litter box and refuse. Mordred stepped freely, crushing their corpses into the sand as he stepped forward to swing his blade at the next Mook to approach. It was time to go on the offensive. Mordred's green blade turned back into the palm sized stone before he stuffed it somewhere on his person. He then made an effort to grab the invader he just tried to hack with a sword. Whether the man was in pieces or still whole, he'd grab for legs, arms, or both as convenient and pick the body, person, or pieces off the ground and begin to spin with them assuming he could grab a hold of the man (if he was not catchable, Mordred would simply draw out his sword again and spin with it instead). hammer throw As the next three men approached him, Mordred would use whatever 'weapon' was in his hands to spin into them and continue to spin and cut/club at them in the face until they were left to lay in the sand unable to rise. His lizard eyes would focus on the enemies so his spinning would not disorient him. If he was able to dispatch the men in front of him, Mordred's sights would then shift to Tsukiko in the air with Mercutio. If the body Mordred tried to grab originally was still in his hands and of a weaponized 'use', he would continue to swing it, otherwise he would grab what's left of one of the recently downed men's bodies. With gore sprinkling the air around Mordred, he'd set his eyes on Tsukiko and try to create a brief distraction for Mercutio. His arms and hands grew in size as more spines and flesh piled on in the last instants to shift his mass and create additional force as he finally released. The sand cloud around his feet dispersed and the body he was holding flew through the air at Tsukiko like a bloody rag-doll. LP, Techs, Gadgets
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