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| Reggie | May 4 2018, 07:18 PM Post #1 |
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God of Destruction
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Just After the War "Abyssal, I always keep my word... you will get better, but the damage done takes time and I don't have the strings I use to be able to pull... however, I believe a lot in this little weird Mayo-boy. He hit me and literally rebuilt me from scratch in an instant. While you basically are a super strong test subject, in the end I will make you, you again." he explained to the silent Abyssal as she lied in bed in the Hospital she tried to burn down. "Good thing you didn't burn down this building, eh?" he laughed, I brought you reading material for while you are recovering... a little something... just you know, everything I have on WISH and everything cataloged about what I have done and why. I'll have people check on you periodically." Without saying much to Huntress, Mercutio made his way out. On the Isle of Mia A Few Days Later "Honey, when I was growing up I never dreamed of walking properly, let alone being so strong.. but I understand... I won't hold you back." Mercutio mourned softly as he stared into the eyes of an extremely disgruntled and displeased Alana. "Love... all I want to do is keep you safe.. but I won't keep you here. If that is what you want, then go... I'll be here... and here." he said to Alana, Mercutio poking the fiery woman in the chest as a seal formed over her heart. "Knowing you, you won't ever use it, but I hope it reminds you that someone loves you, Love." he giggled with sorrow accenting his words as he attempted to maintain an overall calm demeanor. Acting out or reacting negatively would only drive her away... he knew if he had hopes of seeing her again, he would have to let her go. "I'll see you soon." he mentioned as the door opened behind her. "I love you." he said as he squeezed her hand and pulled her in close. Both of his arms wrapped behind her to bring her into him and he gave a gentle kiss to her forehead to which he knew she would object, but being stronger than her as Mercutio was, it would be no use for her. To where she would go, Mercutio didn't know, but he prayed that he would get to see her again soon... With their words finished, they split and Alana left the Isles. Unfortunately, Alana wasn't the first girl to run along side Mercutio hand in hand, one came before her... Anastasia. She was a crazy girl, but sweet as she was salty however fate didn't hold a great hand for her and as her cards played out and Mercutio played him, the wild card was dropped onto the field. Back then, Mercutio was going through multiple steps to have the scar tissue and brain damage removed from his car accident by his late-Best-Friend Gavin McMaster. It was a side effect of a rushed experiment that created an internal imbalance. Snapping mentally, Mercutio fell into a thoughtless rage, blaming Ana for Oni and Ana for the disappearance of Mia. She was always there so it was what was "logical" to a man so lost and broken to pieces. She tried piecing them together and before she was successful she gave everything to Mercutio to do so, including her life. While she most likely wouldn't have had issue with how devote to Mercutio she was, the facts remained. Another shame to weigh on Mercutio's mind.... an early one of many to have occurred and for those yet to come. Ana tried to protect Mercutio too much, she didn't trust him and the lack of respect or trust in him made him weary to begin with, but it was his inability to communicate that really drove the stake through the heart of their relationship. If he was able to truly be himself, she wouldn't be dead, but this all falls back to the group who caused all the pain in the beginning. The organization from the start of Mercutio path down balance, Noir. It was through looking into Eve's background when she was apart of U.A and Gavin worked for them that he started to connect the dots and it was only recently upon reading it over that he realized they were the ones to run him down. He realized that if it wasn't for them, he wouldn't be who he was, however was that good or bad? The answer was unseen in Mercutio's eyes, but if society had a say, they would claim it was for the worse. While Mercutio accepts responsibility and knows his hands are stained red in many ways, he will never forget the truth. That if it weren't for the inaction of so-called Heroes, not only would the African Election have never occurred, but Ana would still be alive and well. Is new friends and family would be safely at home, sleeping, eating and drinking away their days. This was a heavy burden to take on, but Mercutio was able to weigh that bad against the great good he has shown and given to the world. Between spite and hatred, mixed with morals, love and compassion, something was born within Mercutio.... while his desire, after being powerless, was to be the strongest;the very strongest; he didn't do it only for himself, but to give the world something it needs ever so badly, balance. Titles to Mercutio were merely that, a title... but the reasoning behind why they fight is where Mercutio sees good and evil to be. With all that, with all his life experience stacked against his dramatic accidents and events, the Crimson Druid philosophy was born. "A world without Good OR Evil is not a world at all. A Utopia will cause us to become complacent and blind to the true evils and that sort of Lawful Peace only creates Evil that masquerades around as the Good that claims to protect us. All the while, a world ruled and seated in Chaos has no structure and living till tomorrow would be a constant uncertainty. For these reasons, the truest peace we know is the peace we hold now and safeguard that peace, balance must be upheld." For Society: Adrestia may not be the Heroes they want, but the Heroes they need. Current Day on the Isle of Alana Mercutio drifted back and forth in front of a line of Adrestia members in a pair of blue jeans that were cut just below the knew and cuffed upwards, a red vest that he wore open to explose his chest and a sun-bleached straw hat. "So, are we all well rested for our unplanned training?" he asked the group an waited for the almost assuredly salty responses, "Hey, we lived. You all have a place to stay inside now and Hiko is leading the rebuild and redesign of the Isle of Alana so don't forget to send or deliver, to her, a description of how you wish to have your living arrangements." he explained to the group before him. "This news and recharging seals is not what I called you all here for." he explained, addressing the group as official as he could. He had spent some time watching over some anime in the few days after his encounter with Abyssal. Goose-guy said he needed to lay around a bit, so Mercutio took a bit of time off his feet. While he was relaxing, he seemed to have an epiphany. Gavin and him were thick as thieves because Mercutio offered something to him. For the longest time, everyone in Adrestia aside from Sonomi, Gjoll and Satoshi have assumed that Mercutio captured people, broke them down and built them back up as loyal soldiers, but Mercutio had a far cooler way of doing so. A very, Lucy, way of going about things. When Mercutio found Gjoll he was alone, scared and fearful of his own quirk. Without a word, Mercutio knew something about the kid was unique or how else would he be alive and wondering through a prison break with no one messing with him? His wish, his want... his desire? To conquer the quirk that controlled him... and he's done it. When Mercutio met Sonomi she was in a fighting tournament and handling getting thumped on. During her fight, many members of the audience stormed the field to which Mercutio also intervened to balance the fight out and let the 1v1 continue. While Sonomi lost, Mercutio found that she wanted nothing more than to be the best and most proficient at hand-to-hand combat than anyone else. That accompanied with her quirk and she has slowly began to become unstoppable in close-range battles. The easiest of all would be Satoshi... he was told of Mercutio by his Sister in writings to him and he thought Mercutio was damn cool! Wanting to be cool like him and hoping he could be taught, he sought out Mercutio.... and who would of thought a Manlet would be the center of attention anywhere at anytime?! These thoughts made Mercutio realize something vital... 'Respect also takes balance.' It's these thoughts and occurrence that brought up this meeting: "This will all come across sudden, randomly.... but it's something that must be said." he prepped, warning them before continuing. "I will not keep you here against your will any longer. Despite what you may think, I did it for your safety and I think seeing the wrath of WISH first hand has made you understand that a little more." Mercutio sat with legs crossed and stopped his back and forth pacing as he got eerily serious. "I've told you Adrestia's purpose, I've told you of balance, but not of my personal goal or really anything about me. Hard to be friends with someone who holds you at an arms distance, hmm?" he asked rhetorically. "I was born to a pair of Star-Crossed Lovers and had a baby sister... we were, happy enough and didn't mind the world around us because we cherished what we had. I found that blood, that which flows through us all, holds meaning beyond what I could comprehend as a child and I was taken away from my Mother and moved to America. I didn't know it, but it wasn't that I was being taken away, it was not that I was unwanted, but that my Mother was actually being taken away. My Mother and my Baby sister were valuable to these people as bloodlines and marriages linked people for purposes I'm still unsure of but I digress. She was in a bad place with bad people because of incidents that she didn't create nor did she control and for that reason I was sent away. In my time in America, I learned to walk without assistance of a cane or crutches and began to make myself stronger and stronger, little by little like the comics and manga I've read. It was a small step for me because I wanted to be like them. Although, it was at this time I realized that most Heroes lacked any amount of Heroic nature. I became certain that it was Heroes for Fame that allowed the life I live to have happened. They refused to go after true evil even when evil is at their door and this is all where my ideal of balance comes from." he explained with a sigh as he pulled of his straw hat and pulled a manga from it. "Now I realize how easily perception is distorted." he said as he let each person see the manga drifting it through the air along the members line of sight. "I read this series a lot through my childhood while I was immobile with legs that wouldn't move no matter how much I tried with a quirk that was worse than Phantom Power but I still dreamed of being what I considered a Hero. I had no ability to change or shift the images or shapes, I would just glow Crimson in different shades in reflection to my emotions... I had a want and will to protect but a body that couldn't. It wasn't till I was hit by a vehicle and awoke from a coma that I was actually was given the overwhelming quirk that you know. Something was jarred in my head and the quirk I thought I had mutated and evolved. No matter how strong it get though, I still try to keep in mind where I came from. I try my very best to remember the hopeful little boy in the wheelchair punching his sisters bullies and boyfriends." he explained with a smile, "And it was thinking about who I was and where I have come from that lead me to this thought.... why are you all staying here? I love and care for you all. I have my reasons, but what could very well be yours when you have nothing to gain out of this. It was Rosa's comment about being a prisoner and Demetri's constant disdain for me that made me realize my follies. So, if things were different and I had met you another way, this is how I would have opened discussion." he explained as he cleared his throat. 'I am Mercutio Damien Regalis, but I am known by many names. I see that good vs evil is a fruitless fight and believe that we should search for peace rather than justice. My life's purpose is to reach my goal and ensure the balance of the world so the peace we know and hold can carry on. My purpose is fueled by my personal goal which is to be able to dispatch any opponent... but really my goal in short is to be, the strongest fighter in the world... not for vanity, but so I can maintain that peace I preach, to protect the ones I love... and most of all..." "Big Brother, when your quirk matures! We can go to U.A and be Heroes together, just think of it! It's my dream!" "I need to be the strongest to ensure I can see my loved ones dreams to the end." he said as the feeling of Mercutio staring them in the eyes resonated around them as the energy around them all fluctuated. "Will you walk with me?" he asked, "I'm making my dreams a reality, I make them more real each and every day... So, would you want to join me?" he asked with a smile, turning to face them all and in very anime fashion, punching his fist outwardly so each person who agreed could join him in hand. For the first time in nearly a lifetime, Mercutio felt like he was actually able to act and be... himself. There was nothing to hide any more. |
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| FritzingHell | May 5 2018, 04:09 AM Post #2 |
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Day after the War Eyes shooting open, a certain mask wearing lass was finding herself staring at a slightly charred ceiling. Blinking rapidly, she shot herself straight up, the light covering over her mouth already falling off as it was only lightly placed atop her mouth as she slept, as a means of being rather courteous towards her. Her body still felt like utter crap, pain surging everywhere, but is was at least dulled down to being able to not feel like she was writhing in absolute agony. Her eyes scanned the entire room, finding herself in a very bright white room. Definitely not her own by a long shot. And it soon became apparent as to the purpose of the room upon seeing a tube connected to her left arm. Apparently it was sedative, as word must have spread about her body feeling off and as evidenced by the woman still feeling groggy. But the amazing discovery in her own opinion was looking at her left arm in general, noticing a huge lack of something that SHOULD have been there in the first place. She distinctly remembered the fact that she had a gaping hole in her arm the last time she recalled. Or at least a decent sized knife wound. And yet, all that remained was just a faint line that traced her forearm, already showing the signs of slight scarring. This... wasn't right. It was supposed to have a hole. Her memories started to race through her final moments of that invasion from Vitality. First I sliced through those dullards, acting like a god dang psychopath in the process. Next I looked around to see that the fighting had died down... Then I fell ill, helped up by the signing dragon and the tailed boy... Handed off to Fearocity, and he made mention of my injury... Then I looked at my ar- She stopped herself in mid thought as she remembered the sight. Her entire arm had transformed into paper. Becoming rather freaked out, the scar-lipped woman shot daggers into her other arm, dulling her senses just as there was no abnormality in her arm. Was that just a dream or something like that? She wouldn't be able to figure that out, as she was still groggy from the sedatives still being pumped into her arm. Letting her eyes droop as she fell back asleep, now that her own self-scare moment was over. The Next Day, back in her own room Since nothing was really wrong and the pain was only gradually lessening, Lyra was properly checked out of the Elysian Hospital with a small prescription of pain pills. It would probably last her the rest of the week, which was fine since she didn't want to stay on this kinda shit anyways. Gives her freaky dreams after all. Returning back to her little abode, she sighed as the paper in her room was completely scattered about. Apparently whomever collected the sheets of paper that were over the beach didn't want to properly organize them. It was over her spare clothes, dirty clothes basket, her bed, chair, desk... EVERYTHING coated in paper. Though frustrated, this was but a minor issue because of her own quirk, and after getting herself comfortable by locking the doors and shutting her window completely, the masked lass wore nothing more than a T-Shirt and sweatpants as she began manipulating the paper around her to gather neatly upon her desk. And almost immediately, she could feel her own hand feel like it was on fire. And upon glancing at her own wrist, to her horror she watched as her own hand had completely separated into multiple sheets of paper. But, what was odd was that she noticed it was moving over to the desk and neatly piling themselves along with the other paper. Though completely freaked out by this situation, Lyra tried to focus on her hand paper to reform back into a normal hand. And, just as she willed it, her hand returned back and attached itself back to her wrist. And in just a mere matter of moments, it was as if her hand wasn't even paper in the first place. ... This required further experimentation. Current Day Lyra's Current Attire at the Beach Leave it to Mercutio to call for a session of 'unplanned' training, on the day she only got three hours of sleep because she stayed up far too much in order to experiment her new powers. It was rather warm outside, and her usual garb would have been so dreadfully hot. Thankfully some of the residents of Elysium stock up on spare clothing, and Lyra had managed to get herself a rather light dress. It still pretty much covered her entire body, but it was definitely far better than her usual black jacket and pants and shoes. And with this being done, Lyra left her abode without taking any of her extra sheets of paper. As, despite how much of a zombie she feels, she wants to take her new powers for a test drive. Being among the first to arrive and line up, she could not help but give a weird look towards Mercutio's new garb. "I... honestly didn't take you for a hat person?" Lyra couldn't help herself from commenting as people slowly arrived. It just seemed like a weird fashion statement to the young woman that the Crimson bastard wore hats like this, especially since this is the first time she's even seen him in a hat in the first place. She knew nothing about anime or manga, especially nothing that dated all the way back to a time that history forgot. Once everyone that wanted to be here arrived, Mercutio started to ask everyone a very belittling question. "Burnt the darn candle at both ends and the bloody middle," Lyra groaned out before yawning through her mask. Though it seemed that Hiko, whom Lyra barely remembered was that overtly kind stone girl, was going to start going through rebuilds? Hmm, welp, at least the Paper Mistress knew who to talk for a much better living environment. Also, thank goodness she didn't need to recharge her own seal, lifting up the hair around the nape of her neck to reveal it was still unused. The young woman had not been in any kind of mortal danger and didn't need to use her powers. Then after a bit of silence, Mercutio began one of his trademarked tangents which all started with a simple sentence. And it seems that he was going to let people roam free around the world without restrictions anymore, which Lyra couldn't help but narrow her vision as it seemed very suspicious. It's not that she didn't trust him, but she was unsure as to whether or not this could be a good idea if people were able to roam about the world at their own pace. WISH was definitely hunting them, and she was almost more than certain that Merc had his own scheme to ensure the safety of his island members as they traveled the world. And there was a semi-clean transition to this declaration into a full on backstory of the person before him. Lyra didn't really need to know about him, but it was rather nice to learn all things considered. It was a sad story, just like everyone around them, and another person who had went through a worse hell than Lyra. Though, she honestly couldn't empathize with the points about protecting the ones he loved, because that was mostly a feeling that was brutally curb stomped once everything she once loved abandoned her to die on her own. And it was only through feelings of guilt of a bystander that allowed her to live free once more. Despite what she thought was dead and gone, she was barely caring for this island. Mostly because it's the only place in the world that is almost entirely safe, as it was proven that things can turn sour due to WISH interference, but it is also because this place was not demeaning her. Sure she got treated like a god damn punching bag from time to time by the boss, but everyone was treated equal. "Eh, I've walked this far. Might as well go the full mile," Lyra shrugged, hand curled up into a fist and lightly held forward. A very tired look on her face as she spoke, "I honestly don't give a hoot about what your goals are or what made you, you. You gave me a chance when I could have died, and there are times when I believe it best for the rest of the world to burn to ash as there's nothing out there for me. And that wish I wanted, the power to control my own fate... I'm getting far closer to that goal, especially since that war." Yawning once more, anyone looking at Lyra could swear that her cheeks might be curving upward. It's hard to tell, especially with her hair and mask in the way, but she was definitely pleased with this situation |
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| Novama | May 5 2018, 08:39 PM Post #3 |
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Mordred Mercutio asked if Adrestia was ready for the morning pop-training. Mordred answered along with the others that chose to give a reply, "I'm more than ready. After seeing the underlings of the behemoth we intend to take on, I feel we have little time to waste lounging around." The gecko-man's eyes were one of the few things not covered by the bandages on his head. They stared intensely back at their leader as only inhuman eyes could and did not show signs of fatigue or apprehension to the question. Arguably, Morded was one of the more rested in attendance having not been pushed as hard in the battle prior nor needing to sleep yet due to his nocturnal patterns of activity. The rest of Mordred's face that was still missing was wrapped in bandages to protect the more sensitive tissue as well as not be as unsightly. As Mercutio filled them in on his story, Mordred listened intently. His eyes remained clear and focused. His posture as he stood was straight and appropriate for immediate action or rest as needed. His Adrestian cloak hung on his shoulders comfortably. It was one of the few things other than pans that he bothered to wear these days as it held up to his training better than shirts. Mordred would follow Lyra in stepping forward to put a slightly oversized fist out. It was a fleshy color, but seemed to be reacting to the color of the others nearby and was shifting in subtle ways. "Knowin' your story, I'd like to join ya in this and continue to do my part. I feel our interests and hopes for the world are closely aligned, so it'd makes sense to work together. I was surprised and reassured by everyone here too, so I see a lot of possibilities available to us that I never considered possible alone. But unless I'm misunderstandin, I do think there will be a day when my dream will demand more than your perception of balance permits. Is that alright?" His slight southern drawl did not detract from his words as much as enhance them to more clearly express the respect he had for those present. But he was not looking for permission from Merc with his question. His tone implied he was merely looking for understanding to the nature of their relationship and an agreement to terms. Edited by Novama, May 5 2018, 08:40 PM.
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| Queen Harmonia | May 6 2018, 02:40 AM Post #4 |
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Queen Harmonia, First of Her Name, Ruler of the Realm
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Try as she might, she could never hate him. Even after the war on her home, one of the only places she had ever really belonged, she hesitated in her departure. It had been something she was so resolute to do, especially after the horrible reminder that she was painfully weak compared to even the children of Elysium. In some ways, she could almost cope with being weaker than him. He had been immeasurably strong since day one, and she had slowly started to accept that. Although it irked her at times, seeing just how far advanced he was compared to her when they were supposed to be equals, she had reconciled it as being the norm. Seeing the power of those that she should have been protecting, however… there was no way she could ever accept that. So why did she stay? It was probably for the conversation that happened numerous days after the invasion of their home. Annoyance and displeasure masked her sorrow as she confronted Mercutio on that fateful day, having made up her mind that this was her only option. There was no feasible way she could allow herself to stay on this cluster of islands being as weak as she was, and being restrained so strongly by it. The questions that had previously drifted into insignificance in her complacent mind came rushing back, and there was no way she could ignore them any longer. Never before had she felt the weight of these shackles that she carried, and they had to be assessed. Hopefully… they could be broken. “Your power is suffocating, you know that, right?” She opened with her trademark sassy tone, folding her arms stubbornly over her chest as she glared up at her boyfriend. “I’ve fallen behind. I can’t be a general of jackshit when those I’m supposed to be looking after could pound me into dust.” As she lowered her arms, small and scarred hands tightened into fists as she looked away pointedly. A decision that had felt so easy a few days ago suddenly felt far too difficult for her liking, and it was because she was standing up to him, asserting this. She just couldn’t look at his forlorn expression now that she had revealed her intention to leave. In the midst of her anger during the invasion, she didn’t intend to return, either. Why should she? Unless she suddenly happened upon a miracle that made her exponentially stronger overnight, she would feel worthless and pathetic if she came back to Elysium. She was supposed to be a General and protector here, not a liability. As she met Mercutio’s gaze again, her scowl faltered. He expressed his want to keep her safe, paired with his understanding as to why she felt that she needed to leave. Her icy blue eyes started to soften and shift to a pastel pink colour the longer she listened to him, and looked at him. Mercutio assured her that he would be here, before lightly poking her chest above where her heart was thudding painfully. A familiar energy spread over the area, and she knew without looking that he had finally gifted her with one of those seals of his. Something about them granted the user amazing strength in the face of adversity in a fight; she had witnessed the orphaned children use them in their conflict. She had always previously insisted that she didn’t need one, and had fought the process of receiving one until right now… when he caught her off guard. Typical. Her long platinum blonde hair started to turn magenta pink from root to tip as she lowered her gaze, this time out of embarrassment more than anything. “I understand. And I hope that you understand me, too.” She uttered softly, but her tone was still full of resolve and impetus; a dedicated force. As she looked up, her eyes swirled through various shades of pink as a barely-there sort of smile tugged at her lips. “You found who you were, where you came from. I don’t know either of those things.” She shook her head slowly, brows furrowing a little as she reminded herself of this fact. “The more I try and make those up for myself, the more I get hold back and the more I… question it. I feel imprisoned by not knowing.” Her eyes watered a little before she blinked forcefully and looked back at Mercutio. “You can give so much, but you can’t help me with this… my dream is to be free… the first steps to unlocking the shackles I bear have to be made alone.” She reached out and held his hands as he moved closer to her, not actually stopping or trying to avoid his embrace. For the first time since the invasion and shows of overwhelming power, she felt relaxed and at some sort of momentary peace. Alana closed her eyes as she held him tight, feeling her resolve beginning to weaken with every shared heartbeat. “I’ll be back… I promise. I just don’t know when.” She whispered, instinctively standing on tip-toes after he placed a loving kiss on her forehead. Before he could move away from this action, she caught his lips with her own and held the kiss for a few seconds. The kiss said everything that she couldn’t articulate; her love for him, her respect of his strength, her appreciation for him seeing something in her that she couldn’t see for herself. There was so much she couldn’t say, else she never embark on this journey that she had to go on. She broke the kiss and stepped back, out of his arms and mentally preparing herself to embark back into the world without him or their dysfunctional family. But she had come from nothing, going back to that would be no problem… right? A nagging feeling deep inside told her that it would be far more difficult than she knew. “Tell all of the brats to behave while I’m away. You’re too soft on them sometimes.” She smirked a little, hair and eyes returning back to their natural colours as her trademark four orbs of rainbow flame appeared to dance up and down her arms. With a shrug of the backpacker’s bag on her back, she turned and exited their small home without knowing when, or if, she’d return. Alana paused in the doorway, placing a hand on the doorframe and allowing herself a nostalgic smile. Rainbow flame burned from her palm and onto the wood of the doorframe, branding a multi-coloured crown in its place; her insignia and artist’s watermark. “Time to go ahead and burn up the world…” The petite blonde woman sashayed her way out of the house, and out to Alana Island with its small port. A spray of saltwater washed over her a little, and small traces of seawater splashed on her face which she swiftly raised an arm to wipe away. That’s the story she’d stand stubbornly by, anyway. ‘Next stop… that god-forsaken fucking orphanage…’ [Exit] Important Note
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| Infinity Gohan | May 6 2018, 07:18 AM Post #5 |
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Taller than You
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Morning after the war Mairu's eyes fluttered open, finding his tails had wrapped around him in his sleep, having completely forgone blankets in his state of absolute energy deprivation when he'd come in the night before. The four-tailed fox struggled to lift tired limbs and a weary head out of bed, messing with his shoes in his struggle to meet the day. Looking about, Mairu realized that the room was far brighter than when he usually woke up, thinking it must have been a fair bit later than his preferably early start... Though given the night before, it was to be expected. Standing up and approaching his dresser's mirror, the fox fiddled with his bangs, finding it a bit hard to smile that morning. He'd gone through a war, a fully fledged battle with death and destruction all around... some he'd aided in causing. Thinking back, it had been an overwhelming victory for the Elysians, all things considered, suffering only one loss of life while Vitality had been sent running with far fewer than what they'd come with, as well as some wounds to take care of on their own side... But Mercutio was going to keep two of their leaders? Did the fact that they were both scary ladies have something to do with it? Sighing, the tyke sat on the edge of his bed, trying to sort out his jumbled thoughts on all this. He'd left home to save his parents hearts and to keep people safe from the chance of the boy may accidentally harm others in his endeavors to be a hero, yet he'd done just that but a few hours ago... except not on accident. He went into each fight with the understanding that his actions might cause someone's death, or he himself might die, that he could have left the battlefield without friends... So why didn't he feel bad? Vitality left without friends, without lives, in part due to his actions, so shouldn't he have felt guilty for all the bad things? If he was a deranged killer, shouldn't he have felt good? The deaths ended up making him feel nothing, as if the acts were bound to happen one way or another. There should have been some way, somehow, that he cared about the people who'd lost something... but he didn't know them, and they'd come a long ways to hurt him and his new home. So many questions, so many thoughts... Maybe it was time to ask Mercutio what was going on, maybe he'd feel better! The Meeting It seemed Mairu had somehow ended up in Mercutio's inner circle, the boy only wondering what deed had earned him an entrance into the club. While most would have expected the kit to be over the moon with something like this, the tone around him telling the boy that this wasn't really the time for celebrations, surrounded by people he'd seen pull off quite a few stunts during the course of the fight, making the boy feel a tad small in the respective group, choosing a seat next to Hiko to curb this somewhat. Twiddling his thumbs as he wondered what would transpire next, Mairu was surprised to see the Crimson Bad Word deal out his life story, sparing what seemed to be no small parts to the group at large. It seemed like Mercutio had had a rough go of things, the fox leaning more and forward as the story was told, his ears drooping throughout as the boy realized that he wasn't the only one with muddled thoughts. Mercutio declared he had people, things he loved and wanted to protect... and he wanted to help them all with their wishes as he pursued his. With the man's fist to the group, Mairu looked to the ground, wondering what his wish actually was... and if he could really ask for the answers he sought. He'd come to Elysium with nothing, and left so much behind, and here was the option to go back, to ask for forgiveness... and leave behind this life of adventure, a world that at times felt so real and unreal Leave behind the jellyifish fight with Mordred, his moments of spite with Satoshi and the tiny dragon Artemis... Getting to his feet, and his mind made up, the boy beamed walking over to the small collection of fists, his four tails wagging wide as he declared, "I don't think you can make me taller..." Standing on his tiptoes, the fox met with their knuckles as best he could before continuing, "So is it okay if I just ask that I get to be strong enough to keep my friends and family safe? I dunno what you did to make all the superheroes mad Mercutio, but I'd like to stick around and pay ya back for letting me build all this cool stuff and meet everyone here, however long that takes!" |
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| BlenderMutt | May 7 2018, 01:34 AM Post #6 |
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King of Free-form
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Just After the War: With a huff, Hiko found her way back up to the bedroom above her office. It was small and quaint, not needing much to it as Hiko didn’t normally need to sleep or eat, meaning it was all but neglected. Tossing the arm she had kept as a souvenir onto her bed, she slowly made her way to the bathroom. All but untouched, the bathroom was just as simple, a tiny shower, a sink, the usual. Messing with the shower as she tried to figure out how it worked, Hiko got the water to finally flow out nice and warm. She then did something she hadn’t done in years… she started to deactivate her quirk. Sticking her arm under the stream, she let the water erode away cocked layers of dirt, she slowly shifted back into her regular fleshy body. Getting undressed and hopping under, she washed away the years of dirt and grime, got all of the stone worked out of her, and kept going until every part of her had shifted back. Drying off and slipping into an oversized shirt, she collapsed onto the bed, kicking the arm to the foot of the mattress as she felt the exhaustion hit her. Normally sleep was unnecessary for the girl, but when there was too much on her mind to handle, she would change back, become soft, and let her dreams sort her head out in her sleep. She always felt better after a long rest, and after today’s battle she needed the boost. Shutting her eyes and feeling the long evaded sleep come to her, the little not-so-stone girl slept. Current Day: Having been called to gather along with the other combatant residents, Hiko stood besides her peers with a certain cybernetic arm draped across her shoulder, joining the line as their leader addressed them. Over the process of his monologue he told them about his life, about his hardships, and about the shape of his dream and where they fit into it. Hiko was mentioned by name, it was true she was working hard to rebuild, hopefully she would be able to fulfill everyones wishes. As he finished she gathered her thoughts, he had lived a life not too different from her, he had endured trials that outshined her own. Stepping forward to accept her offer, she chose to drop her guard. As the stone of her quirk faded, her real face was revealed. While stone, she could hide the scars from the bottles thrown at her face, the cigarette burns on her arms and forehead, and gash on her chin from where her father had kicked her. “Before I came her, I lived with a monster. I’ve had enough time to realize how much of a monster he was, no father should ever do what he did… no person should ever do that to another. The day of the African Elections, whether you realize it or not, you not only saved me from him… you gave me a second chance at life.” She put her hand forward, her body re-solidifying into its hard rocky form. “You gave me this life, and I chose to follow you not out of a sense of debt, or an expectation to lay down that life for you. I chose to follow you because I want to live in this world you’ve created.” With a smile she looked to the others, happy to have finally found a family. |
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| Neharo | May 7 2018, 03:45 AM Post #7 |
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Evening after the War. Gjöll paced over the section of battlefield they had been separated into early that morning, recounting the events of the very short fight. What couldn’t have been more than 1-2 minutes, had seemed like weeks in the heat of the moment. The thought that primarily worried him was that no matter how he looked over the event, there never seemed to have been a favorable outcome from them without Starlord being involved. He had followed his instincts and allowed his beastial side take over, effectively fighting the entire battle for him. He had thrown everything he had at Huntress and came up lacking. Ever since discovering the control he had gained over his quirk, he had allowed his quirk to do all of his fighting for him, counting on it to be enough. Now that he had fought an opponent that so easily surpassed him at full strength, the naivety of that tactic had become painfully clear. He needed to learn to fight better without relying on his quirk, or he eventually was going to get himself killed. The timely and unexpected arrival of Elysium’s Pro hero ally had spared Gjöll from far more severe injuries and possibly even death. In the heat of the moment, he had completely forgotten that both he and Satoshi had 2.5M$ bounties on their heads for the part they played at the African Elections. It was odd, back when he had survived on his own he figured his quirk would eventually end up getting a price put on his head. However, he had never imagined that it would be so high, or that he would have willingly allowed the actions that earned him it. His life had changed so drastically in such a short period of time. He had visited the hospital earlier in the day, and despite the state of disarray it was in, the remaining personnel had found the time to properly clean and dress his wounds. Thanks to Eizen, with a small bit of help from the Doc, he was definitely in far better condition than he should have been. While there was still plenty of skin missing from his arm and hand almost all the muscle damage had been repaired. Everything still hurt like hell of course, but what should have been permanent damage with several months of recovery time would likely now be healed and scarred over in a few weeks. The small orphan was still a mystery to Gjöll. Back on the Mercutio had warned the boy that he was likely not capable of correctly using his power yet. In such a short time he had found a new use it, that while far less efficient, appeared to be far less dangerous. Then there was also the strange comment he had made when no one was talking to him, which was also worrying. Gjöll had meant to ask him about it earlier, but the boy had run off to bed before he had the chance. At some point he would need to track him down and ask him about it, and thank the boy of course. Aside from reflecting on the events of the morning, he had another reason for being out here. Retracing his steps again from the fight he found the location he had been when Huntress had launched her final attack at him. He scanned the area looking for the fragments of his gauntlet that she had crushed. After a dozen or so minutes of searching he was certain he had found everything that was left behind. Up until that morning he had alway sort of hated the weapon’s that refused to remove themselves from his arms. However, one finally being destroyed, Gjöll had began to wonder how bad it would have been if he had not had the protection it offered. He likely would have lost his arm completely maybe even more. Between the shards he pulled from his arm and the once he found here, it appeared that he had recovered most of the broken material. He wasn’t sure if the thing could even be repaired or if he would ever actually wear it again if it were, but it was better to have to option that to not. The remaining fragments were most likely still lodged somewhere in Huntress’s body. He had requested the Doc be on the lookout for them, in case they could be recovered during whatever treatment they were giving to her. Current Day Gjöll watched as Merc “paced” about in the air before them. It had been a while since he had seen the man cosplay himself up this much, and judging by the character he had chosen this time, something serious was happening. He stared rather blankly at the Being of Balance at the mention of training, after all there last little training camp he taken them back to the Dark Continent. In the time since the battle his wounds had made considerable progress on their healing, quite a bit faster than his last major injury had. They no longer pained him unless he moved incorrectly put strain on something. Most of his chest and left arm were still covered in bandages, not that his could easily seen under his cloak. Needless to say the prospect of a physical workout did not appeal to him at the moment. Gjöll would listen to Mercutio’s story, adding new information to the many holes his understanding of the man still had. He would remain silent throughout, also listening to the choices of several of the others who were gathered before speaking himself while looking directly at Mercutio. “Of course you know I’m with you. Everything that I lost to my quirk you helped be gain back and more. Any sense of control in my life, it’s purpose, even my family, I had given them all up and basically resigned myself to whatever happens. You've helped me accept and control my quirk, given me a purpose far greater I could have dreamed of on my own and given me sense of community and family that I was sure I would never experience again. Our fight with Vitality showed me there is one thing that I still lack: the strength to protect and further everything that we’ve built, and continuing to follow you is definitely the best way to obtain that.” |
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| Will | May 7 2018, 09:41 PM Post #8 |
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Will
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After the War Negan slowly made his way back to the mansion, feeling completely exhausted from his time fused with Rosa. The new form they had been using lately was a great deal stronger than their old one but boy did it come with a price. Negan and Rosa hadn't even encountered anybody that had pushed them to their limits yet the fatigue from unfusing was enough on it's own to have them gasping for breath. The maroon-haired boy would have to pay more attention to their limit next time. He hated to think what might have happened if the fighting had gone on longer. Splitting in the face of an enemy would have been the worst possible thing that could have happened to hem. Granted, Negan and Rosa were far from useless when they weren't fused but it would probably fuck up any momentum they previously had. Swinging open the large doors and walking up the steps that lead to his room, Negan was more than ready to catch up on some much needed sleep. Abyssal had rudely awakened him when she attacked the hospital and although the lack of sleep hadn't really affected the boy too badly; he did feel somewhat groggy during the fighting. Of course, fusing with his sister had instantly energized him, removing any drowsiness that he had initially felt upon waking up. Unfortunately those effects only took place when the two of them were Taylor, meaning the moment they had unfused, Negan's sleepiness was combined with the fusion fatigue. It was a terrible combination to be sure. Upon reaching his room, Negan jumped onto his bed, faceplanting against his soft pillow. They had been in danger but that was all done now and he could finally rest without a worry. There was no way in hell that this would be the last they ever heard from WISH but at least Negan could sleep peacefully for now. Hopefully they waited a long time before following up with another invasion. Hell, maybe they wouldn't send any more people; however that was just wishful thinking. There was no chance that they would just leave Mercutio alone, especially considering how much he knew about them. The idea that a single group could completely throw a wrench in their plans must have been scary to them. Negan felt pretty good about that. Adrestia may have been a little rough around the edges but at the end of the day they were a group that really did care about the greater good. Negan was proud to be apart of it. The maroon-haired boy drifted off to sleep, thinking about what was to come for all of them. Current Day Negan stood, listening to Mercutio speak about his ambitions. He wanted to become stronger which was funny to Negan. How could somebody who was already so incredibly powerful get even stronger than he already was? It really was funny to think about sure, but Negan knew that there were people out there even stronger than his leader. Nobody ever truly reached their limit. There was always room for one to improve. If Mercutio was going to improve then that meant Negan needed to as well. Strength wasn't really something he lacked, especially when he was fused with Rosa. However he did lack a lot of experience. Back when they were fighting off Vitality, Negan had made some fairly bad decisions and allowed emotions to cloud his judgement. He was glad that his allies were so powerful otherwise his actions may have ended up costing them. Negan wanted to make sure something like that never happened again. He wanted to be somebody that they could all rely on, not just for Taylor's power but for his judgement and decision making skills. Power wasn't everything and the blunders that Negan made against Vitality showed that to be true. Mercutio began wrapping up his speech. He made it clear that he wanted to protect his loved ones and alongside that he wanted them to achieve their dreams. It was kind of crazy to think about how drastically the dynamic between them had changed. In Negan's eyes, Mercutio had gone from a murderous enemy who was keeping Rosa and himself hostage to a trusted ally that actually cared for them. Negan had met so many new people upon joining Adrestia and he felt lucky to be apart of this new 'family'. Rosa would always be number one in his eyes, there was just no changing that. However Negan was happy to have new friends and family to care about. Even when his parents were alive it had really just been him and Rosa but now it was so much more than that. It was no longer just Negan and Rosa, it was now Adrestia. "So, would you want to join me?" "Of course." The male half of fusion-ha said. "I will not speak for my sister on this, I have faith that she will be able to make her own decision. For a while now the only thing I really wanted was to make sure that Rosa was safe. I've been able to see now that she is not only safe here but she's even incredibly capable. My dream isn't something I've given much thought of lately. If I had to pick I guess I'd just want to make the world better off and if that means committing a bunch of crimes then so be it, I guess. Back when we were fighting vitality I made some mistakes, mistakes that could have cost me dearly. Although that didn't end up happening, I still need to address my shortcomings. To keep it simple I lack experience and if I'm going to get stronger and keep myself from letting you all down then I need to better my judgement. There's still a couple of you that I don't know all too well but hopefully that can change." Negan gave a soft smile as he looked over at Mercutio. He raised his fist into the air, emulating what the Being of Balance had done earlier. "I'm with you one hundred percent" |
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| Hal | May 8 2018, 06:21 PM Post #9 |
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Fell God of Waffles
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What... is he wearing? How should I know? He wears that one cloak all the time, so maybe he just has strange tastes? As Eizen, and by extension Overhaul, watched Mercutio pace and speak, the duo couldn't help but wonder why the self-proclaimed 'Crimson King' was dressed as he was. As they wondered this, they would listen to Mercutio... or at the very least, Eizen would listen. Overhaul didn't seem to care for the man that called himself King. The man would tell of where he had come from to get to this point, and most importantly, why. The bitter hatred that Eizen had felt towards the man had been lessened when they were on the Dark Continent as Mercutio had finally told Eizen why his parents had died. It didn't make the man any less guilty for the crimes he'd committed, least of all in Eizen's eyes... but it had given the boy some comfort to know that his mother and father, as well as the remnants of his old life, hadn't been killed off on a simple whim. That bitter hate had turned into anger... and now the fire that fueled that anger was beginning to sputter out. He'd seen everything Mercutio had done for them. He'd seen the lengths he'd been willing to go to keep them safe... and as much as he wanted to hold onto his anger towards him, he just couldn't anymore. He didn't have to like him, of course, but anger didn't seem like the right path anymore. Eizen would look at the strange floating book that Mercutio decided to show the group as it passed by him. He... wasn't sure what he was looking at. As Eizen wondered why Mercutio had thought fit to show them this book, he'd explain the reason, as if he had expected the question to be brought up. Just as before, he'd listen to the Crimson King speak, keeping his thoughts to himself, even as Mercutio gave them an introduction he claimed he'd have used if they had met some other way. After that, the man would hold out his fist in front of him. Others responded to the man in kind. Mordred, Lyra, a stone girl he hadn't seen before, the boy he'd helped fix, and even Negan. Eizen would look between them all before holding his down to the ground. "Once upon a time, there was a boy with a disgusting quirk that wanted nothing more then for the world to just go back to the way it once was. That boy was lonely, he was afraid... and most of all, he was angry. So one day, he'd thought that maybe he could just run away. Maybe he could tell somebody. Maybe he could get strong enough to do something." Eizen would take a moment to look back up at Mercutio. "I think we both know how that little adventure ended up. That boy with the disgusting quirk is gone now... replaced by one who is, for all purposes, lost. I don't... really know what to do anymore. I thought I did, once... but then people I grew up knowing were heroes, people who would beat down the bad guys and save the day, showed up and started a war. It reminded me about what I said to you, back on the Dark Continent... I've seen what power can do to people, and how it affects them and everyone around them." Eizen would follow Lyra and Mordred in stepping forward, copying their actions in balling up his fist and holding it forward with theirs. "I'll stay with you. At this point, I've been through too much in such a short amount of time not to stay with you. Having freedom is nice... but having a place I can call home is even better." |
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| Khrissy | May 11 2018, 07:57 PM Post #10 |
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Sweet Baby Lemon Hands, the wizard, is here to the rescue!
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Evening of the Elysium War Sonomi took her time in wanting to believe what all was going around her, but she couldn’t because of one thing in particular. She let out a soft sigh while looking over at her brother who must’ve passed out and smiled. “We’ve won the war.” She said quietly as she looked for somewhere to put her knife at - soon realizing that she didn’t actually have pockets. Though, were pockets honestly a good place to store a sharp knife? Bah. Fuck it. She thought quickly to herself as her hand carrying the knife found purchase in placing it between her teeth. She looked over at the small ones, Mairu and the dragon who were signing - was a shame she didn’t have the free hands to sign back towards them. She looked over at Gjöll and Eizen who were getting situated with his wounds. Her eyes skimmed over towards the ghostly pastel colored goose who she’d known that hardly exchanged words - yet somehow the people who she hadn’t talked to yet knew her. Word probably gets around fast. She thought once more as she adjusted the knife between her teeth. Her eyes didn’t forget to scan down at Lyra who unfortunately was on the ground and struggle from some unknown reason. Maybe after war sickness? She thought again as she rearranged her brother on her shoulder. Please get better… dear friend. She thought as her eyes softened in worry for the paper girl who must’ve been in pain. As much as the girl wanted to stay, Satoshi was getting heavier by the second and she needed to get some proper rest. Dumping Satoshi off at his own room -though she struggled at first with the front door- and making sure to alert someone of his injuries of his location, she went to her own room. It was surely around night at this time and it wasn’t long before two voices came crashing the second she opened the door. “Sisnomi! We missed you!” She chuckled at the sight of the two little kids who were dressed up in her oversized shirts, and tilted her head as she smiled. She was sure to take the knife out of her mouth and place it somewhere high, away from the children before slowly sitting on the bed and patting the space next to her. “Joseph, Maria - come sit. I have a story for you.” She said through slow breaths and a slight reposition of her body. “Another fairy tale?” The older boy asked. “Another bedtime story?” The younger girl questioned. “Hmmm... yes, it’s both. It’s called... “The Battle of Balance.” “ Current Day on the Isle of Alana Sonomi’s eyes flickered at the current get up Mercutio had been dressed up in. If she had to guess, was this one of those ‘Anime’ characters that he always fantasized about? There wasn’t really a need for an answer as she just smiled and stretched - soon hearing him speak up towards the lined up pair of people. “Unplanned? Is it the sharks? Like that time you-” She briefly went over the scene of her and her brother being in a turtle shell over some unknown feet of water at the time before being chucked into the water below. With sharks that Sonomi had to punch to let her brother make the island surface. Of course, Sonomi was smiling throughout the whole brief story session and had no hard feelings against who she called brother. Heck, she’d even say that the experience was one of the few things that helped her improve physically if someone had to ask. She kept it short, knowing that of course, Mercutio had more to say and didn’t want to take up that time as he continued. Unplanned training and thankfulness that they survived? Sonomi was indeed thankful, and upon hearing that someone was conducting living arrangements - maybe she can ask the stone girl loli to increase the size for her two little siblings/kids? She hadn’t worked out the kinks for that yet, but that was for another time when people decided to ask her about that. Mercutio continued to talk, somewhat confusing the girl as he specified that this wasn’t the simple routine check-up with seals and all. This was something more than that, something that perhaps her brother needed to get off of his chest. Indeed it was as he questioned why they were there, why did they stay, was he their last resort and hope? She even tried to listen intently to his background of how he came to be and with softened eyes did she come to understand that what she assumed was true. Even the strongest people, the biggest role models, the REAL heroes - they all carry a weight that’s equivalent to their ‘strength’. It seemed soon that his speech was dying down and that he was giving them all a ‘proper’ introduction of himself - looking to them all as he asked that fated question that she was surely going to say ‘yes’ to anyway. “Will you walk with me and join me?” Mercutio wanted his dreams to become a reality, and she would do whatever she could to ensure that it came to fruition. “Mercutio-san... “ She heaved a sigh before facepalming towards herself. She waited till a majority of the people spoke in turn before crossing her arms to look over towards him once again. “You’ve made me realize that family doesn’t HAVE to be related by blood for starters. Did you know how excited I was to see my other siblings? The ones from UA when they did their internship? Only to find out that they didn’t even care I was here at all?” It couldn’t be helped that she showed a bit of anger in her tone, but for one person in particular “When someone preaches to you that they want to come find you only to leave when they’re there? YOU taught me that those people are everywhere - ‘family or not’. People lie to you to get up on their own personal gain.” She loosened up a bit before placing her arms behind her head to stare at his eyes just as he’d been doing to everyone else. “You taught me to not be so afraid of my quirk, to embrace it but also expect those to want to use me solely for it. To block out those who only care about me FOR my quirk. Most importantly, you told me that my quirk doesn’t define me. I’m myself, Sonomi, the one who punched sharks, and someone who considers Mercutio-san to be her brother.” She continued before placing a hand on her hip and another to give him a fist bump. “If it isn’t obvious, it’s a yes from me. I’m with you till the very end, so get ready brother.” Edited by Khrissy, May 11 2018, 08:05 PM.
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| BigGuava | May 11 2018, 08:57 PM Post #11 |
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Honk.
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The silence of morning was ruthlessly shattered by a blaring phone alarm, the small black rectangle nearly vibrating its way off the floating doctor’s work desk. It wasn’t to wake Leroy- no, the goose having foregone the need for sleep after his quirk had evolved. Yet days now melded together, the bookmark of sleep no longer signaling an end to each chapter of life for Leroy. This morning’s alarm signified two distinct practices, one for the morning’s training, and another for his new guest’s healing regiment. While Leroy didn’t need to sleep, the same couldn’t be same for Abyssal. To say that these past few days on Elysium were a literal Hell would be nothing less than the world’s largest understatement. After having both her quirk and motor skills completely nullified after the battle with the Crimson Fucker, she had been left under the care of world’s most grating physician. While his accent was slightly tolerable at first, it soon tore at her brain like a Southern dipped cheese grater. There didn’t seem to be a single human employee in the building at all, her entire bedside care either facilitated by this strange, birdlike creature or a group of fucking chickens. ”Uh couple of nurses’ll be ‘round tuh change yuh, don’t you go nowhere! Uh-honk, honk, honk. Abyssal could only be left seething, the bumpkin of a goose having repeated the same damn joke everyday she had been there, every time he left the room. She wasn’t exactly sure where he always left for in the morning, it being the only time of day he’d leave for any sort of extended time. She hardly cared, however, as these few hours were the only form of relief she had from the eccentric doctor. A few clucks could be heard from the door, Abyssal left sighing as a flock of poultry physicians flooded into the room to begin bathing her. - - - It was hard to say that today would be a “normal” training session, given that Mercutio was dressed in some rather strange apparel. Gone were the normal clouded robes, but a crimson vest and cuffed jeans. Things has quieted down a bit after the Vitality invasion, Mercutio having heeded doctor’s orders to recuperate. Leroy could only sigh, however, the Crimson Beast already apparently raring to go in a full out bout of training. He had suggested for Mercutio to stay off his feet, and the floating leader was still technically following doctor’s orders. It was a bit humorous in a way, and the homely honker would’ve busted a gut if he wasn’t concerned about the hero’s health. ”Now yuh know that ain’t what I meant by stayin’ off yer, Red. Yuh cain’t eat uh pie if’n yuh don’t let it cool down first. Leroy knew, of course, that his warning would be brushed aside. In fact, it was a miracle that Mercutio had managed to sit around for as long as he had already. However, it might be for the best. WISH wouldn’t give them any more time than necessary to recover, and they would likely scale up their next attack. While they did need to heal up, they definitely didn’t need to stagnate. Leroy would nod along as Mercutio monologued, a passionate soliloquy detailing the man’s past and ambitions. This soon morphed into a questions of one’s allegiance, something the medic could only assume was spurred by the twin’s remarks during the invasion. While Leroy was originally brought on as an to run a hospital, through time he had become a bit more than a simple employee. He felt as if Mercutio’s intentions were innately kind, and overall viewed the man’s idea of peace as something he could support. Alongside the friendship of the recently departed Alana, he was quite happy doing whatever he could to support Mercutio’s goal. ”Aw I reckon, Big Red. This here’s ‘bout the only place I feel fulfilled. Got a whole slew of chil’ren to rear, and there ain’t a shortage of folks tuh heal. ‘Sides, a world uh peace sounds purty kind tuh me, uh-honk.” His head would dip after the heart chuckle, his voice having shifted into a more serious, hushed tone. He never had the chance to explain his past or motivations like his fellow Adrestians, his time having been better spend healing Mordred. He never had a chance to explain his frequent dreams of battle, unfamiliar faces, and one Japanese girl that met with him in Louisiana. Her mere presence had made him stronger, and after that fateful day she haunted his every dream like a specter. It was one of the few reasons he didn’t miss sleep at all, relieved that he’d no longer have to dream of war populated by unfamiliar faces. ”And I prolly need tuh get stronger, been havin’ visions ever since I met a girl down in Loosie-anner. Well, back when I slept atleast. But, uh, I don’t need tuh bore y’all with that story. Just her, a big feller, and a whole bunch of faces I don’t know. Talks of sinnin’ and what not. I can prolly ee-laborate later.” After a quick loop-de-loop through the air to cleanse his senses, Leroy was now ready for whatever training Mercutio could throw at them. He wasn’t sure if he’d be on the sidelines healing those wounded, or training alongside. Regardless, he was about as ready as he could ever be. Edited by BigGuava, May 11 2018, 08:59 PM.
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| DrPancakeMD | May 11 2018, 09:34 PM Post #12 |
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Everything immediately after the fight he had gotten into with one of Vitality's members had become a sort of blur in the mind of Satoshi. He was conscious enough to know that the fighting continued after he had been beaten and subsequently rescued by that Star-Lord fellow. Hell, all the fighting that he wasn't a part of seemed to be more large-scale than what had happened, having actually gotten that Terrasque they tamed in on the fighting. It would have been impressive to see if Satoshi wasn't still recovering from getting his braincage rattled so badly. His first clear-headed moment since the battle was a sort of gradual realization that he was lying in his own bed. He hadn't just woken up, he had been awake and in the moment aware that he had been awake, it was only now though, that reality returned to focus. How long had it been? It seemed that someone patched him up a bit, with his arm in a sling and his nose set back into place and braced there with bandaging. His jaw still ached, and as a cursory inspection revealed, a good few teeth had gone completely missing from his head. As he sat up and looked around his room, he found that his vision was still unfocused. He stood and made his way to his shack's bathroom, confirming his suspicions in the mirror. His right eye was just the slightest bit off, not immediately noticeable, but hard to ignore when looking himself right in the eyes. Satoshi laughed. He wasn't sure why, but looking at his own, injured face brought him some level of amusement. Perhaps it was just a reminder to himself of how far he had come and how far he still had to go. He probably would have never sustained such injuries if he hadn't allied himself with Mercutio, yet if he were stronger, he wouldn't have had to take such hits. The chuckle was short-lived, finding it to be a bit painful due to the condition of his jaw. The short lad eventually made his way out of the beach-side shack that he resided in, taking a deep breath before releasing it in a contented sigh. There was still much to be done, but for now, he was just happy that he was still there. Still on Elysium, still alive. He must have spent the rest of that day just sitting there in front of his modest dwelling, staring out into the ocean. Satoshi felt that he had mostly recovered by the time Mercutio had called them all to the meeting. His arm was out of the sling, most of the aching in his jaw had petered off, though his eye was still unfocused and his nose was still bandaged. He didn't know when he was supposed to remove it and he didn't want to screw his face up any more than it already had been. He had wanted to remain in bed, but he knew that they didn't have forever to recover, and he was meant to be a general. What sort of general would he be if he wasn't willing to show up for whatever Merc had planned? The short lad stood alongside his half-sister as they listened to Mercutio. It seemed they were in for a treat, Mercutio's full story, a limited explanation of how his life came to that point, filling in the blanks for many of them. It was difficult, at times, to remember that Mercutio had been a person beyond what he was now. With all of his power and simple determination came with it an icnonification that was hard to see through at times. In that way, he wasn't too dissimilar from the usual Heroes or Villains, but Satoshi certainly knew better. Mercutio wasn't just an icon, he was a man, a man that Satoshi considered his brother. Though, he did occasionally see him as more of a father figure. Satoshi finally spoke, starting with a chuckle as Sonomi made mention of their siblings, waiting for her to finish before going off on his own thing. "In less flowery words than Sonomi put it, Sumiye's a hypocritical bitch. Always takin' actions fueled by spite while actin' like she's the most perfect little Hero. While Shinjiro's just afraid of upsettin' people, especially Sumiye. I feel bad for him, but he ain't got the balls to do anything like we've been doin'. Growin' up around those two and seein' them strive to be Heroes made me really realize how fuckin' shitty a lot of those guys were." He raised a finger, as though to remind himself that he was trying to actually make a point here, not get so personal with everyone around him. "On the flip side, a whole lot of Villains just piss me off with their cocky, self-righteous bullshit. Not to even mention straight-up monsters like Oni." Taking a moment to clear his throat, Satoshi clasped his hands together before continuing. My point is; I'm not certain if balance is truly peace, but I know that there are people on both sides of the scale that deserve to be knocked down a peg or two, and I trust you to point me towards those ones." He hadn't spoken this before, but it was true that Satoshi didn't fight for any grand purpose. He remained one of Adestria's generals out of loyalty to Mercutio and a need for purpose. "Maybe that seems like a weak purpose compared to the more grandiose reasons to fight, but I can promise you one thing for certain." A small grin cracked across Satoshi's face, revealing the lack of a few major teeth. "There isn't a goddamned place on this earth that I'd rather be than right here! Adestria's my family, and you're my brother! If there's a summit you want to reach, I'll be with you all the way up!" An unusually vigorous response from the quiet, often cynical short man. It was clear that remaining by Mercutio's side as his general was all there was in this world for him, as far as he could see. |
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| CrabSage | May 13 2018, 02:46 AM Post #13 |
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After the War Walking back from the battle with Negan, Rosa could barely keep her eyes open. Because of her selfishness, she nearly got both of them removed from their only home. But she couldn't let herself be sad anymore, all that caused was trouble. She would be tougher, stronger, better. Leaving for her own room once inside, the white-haired girl flopped into bed. That was the first time they had fought until their transformation couldn't be maintained any longer. Their unstable form had a shorter duration than normal, she would have to remember that. Rosa stared up at her ceiling, unable to sleep. The events were finally sinking in for her. WISH had invaded them and in self-defense, they had killed people. Together with Negan, they had taken the life of others. The girl didn't move as she thought about what they had done to the lives of the families of those people if they had any. They were just like Mercutio and the others back in Africa. The scariest thing of all to Rosa was that she didn't feel bad about it. It wasn't until the sun had started to rise that she finally fell asleep, still looking up. Current Day As Mercutio spoke, Rosa nodded along. She had heard his story many times now, but this time she was making sure to listen closely. For once at the Adrestia meeting, she didn't hold Negan's hand, but she still tried to stay next to him. Her hands shook as they tightly gripped her sundress. Once the man finished others pledged their loyalty. After the other night, Rosa wasn't sure of her position in the group. Mercutio let them stay there, but she wasn't sure if they were on thin ice or not. Her older brother said he was with Mercutio 100%. Rosa gulped, she knew Mercutio cared about them. She knew it, but still had trouble committing herself to the cause he preached. She hardly knew anyone else there, just like her own parents. Adrestians she could go up to and talk with if she could make herself do it. Elysium was more welcoming than her parents had ever been. Stepping forward, Rosa joined the many others."I'll follow you. This is my home now. And if you are doing so much then that means nobody else has to do the bad or good things we do, right? Nobody else should have to have their life turned upside down". |
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| Reggie | May 14 2018, 06:40 PM Post #14 |
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"I'm glad to hear that from you all. I have a few plans, but other than that the training here was more so just us talking. Short, sweet and to the point. All any of you need do is call me or need me and I will appear. You all deserve some rest and vacation, so I say we pick back up in a few weeks time. I have a lot of organization to get done." he explained with a smile. No need to tell me when you come and go, I'll be watching." he said eerily as he walked away, "Have a great vacation, you all earned it. Demetri, leave Nala here. I can bring her if you need her... and no one take OARS with them no matter how cool you think it will be, Satoshi, to have a lava giant." Mercutio left them behind and closed the door to his home. Currently, and for a good while now, Kame House sat on the isle of Alana unmoved in wait for the girl who walked away. The one which the islands is named. Till that time, Mercutio had much to do to better himself and help his family. "Also, a few of your seals need to be recharged, I can handle that now." he added on the end a chuckle. Pointing into the air, Mercutio shot a beam of energy that arched over the group and broke away into multiple orbs that gently landed on each of their bodies. The feeling generated warmed them all at first and gave them a sensation of vibration that would quickly subside. "I figured out how to make it not hurt when I recharge the seals... you are welcome." he mentioned lastly before shutting the door. Rubbing his wrist in a state of bizarre anxiety before snapping his fingers, burning Sonomi's seal he just recharged, and brought her before him. "Sonomi, sorry to surprise you, but I had another though as I was leaving." he muttered as he pulled his bracelet from his wrist and attached it to Sonomi's. "This was something I was given when I was a bit younger than you when we first met. I was told it was a family heirloom or something of that sorts and like a foolish man I cherished it. More foolish still, I made it more important to me." he said with a poke of Sonomi's nose to draw her eyes and pointed at the name engraved "This is my Baby Sister's name..." he cooed mournfully, "It was a reminder of my promise to her, so I would never forget... but I don't think that's possible anymore." he explained with a smile as he took the name-plate between his fingers and made the metal red-hot, "A promise made to each other really, but I digress." As he pulled his hand away from the metal the insignia "Regalis" was read. "So now this is a promise from me, to you. A promise to be there for you when you need me the most, like a Brother... because I am. You are a Regalis now. Keep our family heirloom safe, and it will keep you safe." he said with another snap and brought Satoshi and Gjoll both so the room was solely the Generals of Adrestia, the Last of the Yonko's... and the Leader of Adrestia. Crimson radiated off him and refilled each seal he consumed and a soft tingle would be felt in Sonomi's arm. "Do you feel that tingle? The weapon response to my energy. You know how it feels to use my Shinra Tensei, sod let the feeling occur without consuming your seal and the residual energy from the seal should..." he explained triggering the gun to come out, "Set itself inside your hand. I felt you needed a bit more range in your repertoire, so start practicing." he said with a ruffling of her hair and a kick in the butt out the door without a word from her being able to be spoken. "Satoshi... you fucking Manlet. You remind me so much of myself it hurts, and knowing this helps me know exactly what to give you. Should also elongate your appearance visual so you appear taller, eh?" he said with a laugh before reached out and his Akatsuki-styled, Star-Lord given cloak dropped into his hands from upstairs. "Something to make you look, cool. Brother's of mine will not look shabby." he said before punting him out side with his sister in obvious Tsundere manner. "Gjoll, your speed and strength are paramount, bud. Though, you really don't seem to have a "hold-back" function. I realized, much like Sonomi, it may be stemming out of your lack of range but with you style of fighting, I don't see a gun being useful. This ribbon looks unassuming, but it is unbelievably strong and tough." he said as he wrapped the string around Gjoll's neck. "We are already thought to be a family of murderer's so, try restraint now that we've found ways to conquer and control the beast, hmm?" he asked as he swing his arm forward and trebuchet him out the front door... "Now to watch anime till Alana comes home." [Exit] |
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| FritzingHell | May 14 2018, 10:34 PM Post #15 |
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After everyone gave their really simple vows of loyalty to the Crimson Soul himself, they were all treated with a simple Thank You and Goodbye. Eh, typical Mercutio fashion Lyra figured, gather everyone for a pep talk and let them go off on their own devices rather easily. Not that she was complaining, as she overheard that the new seal recharging method was much nicer than what was the original kind. She absolutely loathed feeling something akin to a taser gun shock her from the inside out, after all. With that being said, they were kicked off of his front porch to do... whatever. "No time for a vacation," Lyra muttered solemnly, as much as she really wished for a break from the total chaos and manic feelings that living on this island can accrue from time to time. After all, they needed to prepare for the next wave of battles. Plus, she still needed practice with how her new body works, because it still currently took too much concentration to avoid falling apart on the spot. It was more of a bother at this point, but she wanted to at least get to a point where this would just be second nature. Turning around on the spot and being the first to leave, Lyra gave a light wave to everyone as the lightly dressed and face-masked lass left the spot. Mulling over the current state of events and hoping that things will at least peaceful enough for her to get control. [EXIT] |
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