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| One Big Swill; Slade, Ciaran and Seraphim (Open to villains by PM); Graded | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: May 16 2018, 10:10 AM (956 Views) | |
| Infinity Gohan | May 16 2018, 10:10 AM Post #1 |
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"Alright! Knock him dead!" Slade yelled out as a bar of maniacs and crooks went wild over a small table, the man's gargantuan size giving him a fantastic view of the fight in spite of his position behind the throng of degenerates. The giant continued to hoot and holler as he chugged down a pitcher of beer like it was apple juice, the froth spilling over his mouth and onto his clothes as he swallowed absentmindedly, intrigued to see where the battle would go. There had been some sort of arm wrestling competition going on and while Slade was all pumped and ready to give it a go himself, things got real interesting when one of the law busters accused the other of cheating... and well from there, things got way more fun. The behemoth really, truly missed this feeling of being among his own kind, cutthroats and hooligans the lot. The Bar Slade's outfit (minus sunglasses) Deep, deep within the Canadian wilds of Toronto lay a safe haven for all who went bump in the night, all who feared the glare of red and blue and all who sought out a good, violent time among the worst society had to offer. Named "The Rusty Coffin" it wasn't exactly a posh joint, but it was packed to the brim and had plenty of place for lots of patrons of all sizes (though the small would not have the luxury of being avoided by its customers). But, perhaps most importantly of all, it was a bar that didn't ask questions. You could come in off the street looking like a sweet old grandma or a psycho drenched in blood, all that mattered was that you paid for your drink and that you didn't smell of the law. This fit in nicely with Slade's goals, the man having gotten out of a recent stint in the big house down south in the States and thought the Great White North was a good place to lie low till the heat died down. Through his own connections, the monstrous thief had learned of the bar, its purpose and its tight-lipped policy (aided by several bribes to officials) leading the man to where he was: happy, drunk and filled to the brim with testosterone. With but a dash of pink on his cheeks, Slade stepped away from the mess of a fight as the fight grew boring, the smaller of the two starting to edge out as winner and the man no longer having anything to cheer for. The arm wrestling would kick up again soon enough, for now the bar called to him, the massive man's weight alone pressing the stool down some yet he still leered down at the quiet server as he cleaned a glass as if it was the only thing that mattered in the world. "Crazy stuff, hey barkeep! Not five minutes out the brig, and these idiots get right into causing trouble! What's not to love! Course, I could knock 'em down flat with a flick, but everyone needs a shot at their own fun!" Slade declared, swinging his mug back and forth, spilling beer everywhere as his hefty, black tail swung around like a fluffy mallet, threatening to knock down any who dared cross its path. "Hmm... What's your poison?" Was all the man replied with, all he ever seemed to really. Bartender Slade merely chuckled at the response, planting his glass with a firm thud as he declared with a grin that saw his fangs peek out, "Haven't found one that can kill me just yet, but I'll take as much scotch as you can dump in this thing! Gonna need something stronger in me before I feel a real buzz, so get ready to run out of the good stuff!" |
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| Infinity Gohan | May 30 2018, 07:17 AM Post #16 | ||||
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Slade stared the smaller teen down a moment from his chair, mixing in some vodka with his beer, as he did so. Calmly, the man took the mixed drink, chugged it down with stare still on Gjoll, taking his sweet time before slamming the glass back onto the counter like always, staying quiet for a moment with the blankest of all expressions. Abruptly, the man burst out laughing, a chortle shaking the bar before he cracked his neck and sipped the remainder of his drink, declaring, "Those are some pretty tough words pal, but I usually take threats more seriously from people who don't need to jump to reach me..." He had to admit though, for all the talk, the cloaked guy had about enough skill to back it up, his moves pretty damn sharp to the degree Slade wondered how he'd counter moves like that. Now he didn't think Ciaran was at a lost cause here, it was just the fact that the guy didn't seem to be making a lot of progress in this fight, resorting to gadgets fairly quickly. Either that was his forte or this fight wasn't as easy as expected, but Slade had a hunch he'd be called to tag in pretty quickly, the man already grinning in anticipation. He was the best at fighting after all, so it was necessary for him to show just that. Still, this was a call out duel, and the large man wouldn't be going and ruining other people's fun unless asked. Luckily it seemed that he wouldn't be totally side-lined, his remaining drinking partner having turned rather chatty with half a Guinness in her, and giggly too. The man would have tried the odds if not for the fact he was increasingly certain they weren't near the same level of drunk, nor age. Still, he could agree on not wanting to waste the drink, especially with it paid for, nodding along. He did, however, almost sputter out his fifth pitcher of beer and whatever else was at hand when Seraphim badmouthed his profession, choking on the drink for a few seconds before he cleared his throat and yelled out with a glare and pink nose, "Hey! A lot of people make a dishonest living off of stealing, so don't try and give it a bad name! Heck, the first thing I ever stole was a drink, and look where I am now!" The man, on the way of being sloshed, leaned back in his chair and spread his arms, almost falling over as the Punmeister whizzed by his ear and then back to the fight, Slade releasing a large belch he quickly apologized for. |
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| Neharo | May 30 2018, 08:01 AM Post #17 | ||||
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While Gjöll figured the intention of Ciaran’s taunts was to bait him into to reckless attacks, they were still beginning to wear on his patience. Patience which had already been stretched thin by his journey through this frozen hellscape. The petty nicknames he could shrug off without issue, but the insulting reference to Mercutio as well as the man’s complete dismissal of him as threat were more than enough to piss him off. The comment about not being able to track down healthy prey also dragged up memories from the exchange he had with Huntress before their fight. Let me show him how fast we can take down prey. The teen’s feral side growled in irritation within his mind. Between not going back to finish off the wolf woman, and shutting me out when we dealt with that bitch teacher, you’ve been holding back a lot lately. No reason to do so now now. Just say the word, and we can shut him up for good. The teen didn’t respond to it, nor did he respond to the man named Slade's snide remark, as he was trying to keep his focus on Ciaran. While Gjöll normally had good reason to outright reject his bloodthirsty other half, he was coming up short on excuses at the moment. They weren’t injured as they had been when it wanted to try and finish of Huntress, and he didn’t have to worry about hurting any students or Mairu, like he had when they were sent after Kimiko. It was the perfect opportunity to ease his bloodlust by letting his other half off it’s leash. For the moment he would push these thoughts out of his mind, focusing on his target for the opening attacks. Having been watching for incoming attacks during his charge he had no problem avoiding whatever it was that was so weakly thrown at him. Twisting his body to both block incoming blade and dodge the object he expected to be some kind of weapon, Gjöll clearly heard the joke as the ball whizzed past him and bounced around the bar. ’A Toy?!’ He thought to himself, both confused and angry as he swiped at Ciaran with his other hand, barely missing him due to the preemptive jump. After creating a little distance Ciaran had again decided that taunting him was the best course of action, and he had succeeded in eroding away any reservations that remained. Adrenaline would surge throughout his body as he scowled in anger at the small man who was mocking him. Fine. I’m not going to stop you. Gjöll internally conceded to his feral side’s earlier request. Good.That’s all I needed he hear. It growled excitedly in response. For split second the teen would feel slightly drained, before strength flooded his body as a familiar red filter immediately overtook his vision and the sound of his own accelerated heartbeat was heard pounding in his head. How!? The primitive voice laughed as it asked rhetorically. You didn't think you could gain control over me without also exposing yourself to the same risk, did you? The possibility had not occurred to Gjöll, but in the process of training to control himself during the his rampages, he had become more in tune with is other side, giving it the ability to cause them without the need for blood to be nearby. The previously angry scowl he had given Ciaran was now replaced with a sadistically soulless but hungry stare as a low growl would escape him. He watched Ciaran closely as the man walked to a new position, waiting for the best moment to strike. With no warning, he tore across the distance between them with drastically increased speed. The feral teen’s senses further pushed into overdrive, he kept alert for even the slightest movement in order to evade and/or adjust his aim, as his left fist would strike down at Ciaran’s head intending to strike straight through him, smashing the short man’s skull into the floor of the bar. Following the success of this attack, without giving the horde member a chance to recover, the rampaging youth would immediately stomp down the man’s abdomen, below his ribcage, trying to drive the breath from his body and deal as much internal damage as possible by crushing everything in this vital area. LP/Techs/Stats Action Summary Items |
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| Infinity Gohan | Jun 6 2018, 10:47 PM Post #18 | ||||
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Slade was definitely feeling the booze now, having downed several mugs of alcohol as he'd watched the fight, getting more and more into it as time went by, but struggling to simply sit still as the action unfolded before him. With a big grin, the oaf, having downed who knows how many mixed drinks by now, sitting back down after his belch and wiping his mouth. The barkeep, meanwhile, just about hid behind the counter, fearful the bouncing object might soon meet his face or some of the expensive liquor within the establishment, knowing he couldn't do much against these odds, let alone do something like call the police. A simple search of the place would land him in some hot water with what he had hidden about the place. Instead, he was forced to kneel and watch as all he held dear was just about torn in two. Slade pitied the man a bit, thinking it probably a bit unfair to, on top of everything, take booze when he wasn't looking. Granted, that didn't stop him, feeling a bit lonely being the only drinking heavy as well as not getting to join in on the fight itself, so he elected to slide Seraphim a bottle of vodka. Chugging down whatever new concoction he'd created, the man suppresed another burp before telling the doe-eyed teen, "If you wanna get good at bars, in my experience its better to hit the heavy stuff and then work your way down. Makes the hangovers seem like they're getting easier to handle. Course, I'm only assumin' cause you don't look like you've had a lot fo experience with this kind of thing." The giant paused, taking one last swig of his drink and feeling his feet turn to lead for a moment, shaking his head to get some semblance of focus back, inquiring of the girl, "Didn't get to hear your full story before this shindig went down. Tell ya what, you tell me how you ended up here, I'll tell you how I robbed Europe's biggest bank with banana. Gotta be worth somethin to hear that I figure!" |
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| DwagonKitsune | Jun 7 2018, 01:30 AM Post #19 | ||||
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The Angel waved away her companions anger at her comment about stealing. He had taken it completely the wrong way. Seraphim had nothing against thieves and if she needed something, she certainly wouldn't think twice about taking it if that was the only way of her acquiring said object. But stealing a single glass of Guinness, including the glass? "No no no, I've got nothing against stealing!" The Irishwoman said to undo the tensions. "It's just....a single glass of alcohol? What am I going to do with a single glass?" Sera gave the drink a doubtful look and shrugged, as if to make her case. She then took another gulp, choking a little bit as some went down the wrong way. It seemed like the woman wasn't the only one to have a bit of problem with her drink. Whereas hers was a bit choking, which she covered politely with her sole free hand, Slade let out a large belch. Honestly it was rather impressive to the Irishwoman, whom in her slightly tipsy state wondered if she should clap. Her companion apologized for the burp though, which further Sera's surprised and impressed emotions. She never thought that someone like Slade would even know the words "Sorry", "Pardon Me", and "Excuse Me". 'Should I clap for that?' Before Seraphim could even begin to ponder that question, a flash of movement from the corner of her eye caught her attention. The invader had kicked up the fight a notch, managing to dig deep within himself and increase his own attributes. The sheer ferocity was daunting. "Will I ever be that good?" The Angel mused aloud. She held no fear for the third of their party. After all he had worn a priest outfit, talked the part, and even admitted to believing in god. With that on her mind Sera almost send a halo flying out to strike Ciaran, but held herself back. She didn't want to accidentally hit the other man and then have to fight him. Slade sliding the bottle to Sera bought her attention back to the companion. The sounds of the fight joined the pleasant buzz that was going on in her mind due to the alcohol. The man's suggestion with alcohol was certainly appreciated. Seraphim didn't even take offense to the fact that he pointed out how young she was. After all it was true but, considering that he was handing the underage girl even more, it didn't seem like the thief cared all that much. The Angel reached over and took a sip of the clear liquid before gagging at the taste. "If this is what the stronger stuff tastes like, I'll stick to what I have!" The Irishwoman said, hugging her chosen drink as she wrinkled her nose. While her companions offer of story telling was certainly a very interesting proposition for the drunk girl, it still came with a price. Despite being tipsy enough that her already warped judgement was starting to slip, she had enough presence of mind to hesitate. 'I suppose I could tell him a little bit....just go light on the whole murder bit...' "Well I....had a small disagreement with my parents and a local pastor. We all decided it'd be best...if we never saw each other again." What the Angel said was all technically true, although the giggle at the end did lead a bit of hidden context to what she had said. summary
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| Neharo | Jun 7 2018, 08:51 AM Post #20 | ||||
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OOC Note The speed of the teen’s attack had caught his target completely off guard. Driving his first into the Ciaran’s skull at a near imperceivable speed, the enraged Gjöll wouldn’t stop until the man’s head smashed into the floor of the bar. A sickening Crunch could barely be heard, overshadowed completely by the thunderous impact of the strike, as the horde member’s cranium fractured, crushed between the Adrestian’s fist and the floor. Without missing a beat or wasting a movement the feral teen stomped down on Ciaran’s abdomen. Blood would erupt from the man’s mouth, as veins burst and organs ruptured under the immense pressure the blow subjected them to. Another similar Crunch to the first would be heard within another thunderous impact as Ciaran’s spine would meet a similar fate as his skull, crushed between the strike and the floor. After suffering the trauma two such severe injuries, Ciaran breathed his last. The victorious hunter glared at his fallen prey a fanged grin on his face. His mood brightening a bit in the wake of his obnoxious target’s death, the feral Gjöll would relax slightly. What he had expected to be a far more drawn out engagement had ended almost as soon as it had begun. Mercutio had been right after all. The last time he had crossed the Horde, Ciaran likely could have torn him apart in a matter of seconds, but after everything the Adrestian had been through in the past two years he had been able to surpass him. I guess all that taunting was just hot air then? The teen mused internally. If he had kept his mouth shut he probably would have lived much longer. Such is the plight of the weak. His feral side growled in response. All the posturing in the world means nothing if it can’t be backed up. Aye. A lesson we learned the hard way with Huntress. Gjöll added. ....Why do you insist on bringing that up whenever possible? Do you enjoy recalling our failures? His inner beast growled in response, obviously annoyed to the topic. No, but if we don’t both learn something and grow stronger from it, then history will no doubt repeat itself. But enough bout that for now, it’s time we went home. He concluded before reaching down to pick up Ciaran’s corpse. After retrieving his “prize”, the feral teen would turn the rooms remaining occupants, giving them the same soulless hungry stare he had shown the recently deceased only moments before, before issuing a simple challenge.”Who’s Next?” He growled in an almost unintelligible manner, his gaze finally fixing on Slade. What the fuck are you doing? He internally shouted at the consciousness that was currently in the driver seat, as he began to trying and wrest control of his body from its grasp, only to be interrupted by it’s voice. Don’t! You said you wouldn’t stop me, remember? It snapped back. That was only if he joined in on the fight. The teen corrected. So now I’m giving him a chance to. It’s only fair. It laughed back. Fine, if he accepts, do what you will, but nothing before. Gjöll scolded, hoping that the man has more sense than to challenge his exit after seeing the previous fight. “Well!?” he roared at the man who had appeared to be so ready to fight a minute before. Action Summary LP/Techs/Stats Items Edited by Neharo, Jun 7 2018, 08:58 AM.
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| Mod Bot | Jun 7 2018, 06:47 PM Post #21 | ||||
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HOMICIDE RULING Whenever someone invaded a thread with clear hostile intent, decent posting times are expected. This is mainly to prevent people who are invaded and at risk of death from simply refusing to post in an effort to save their character, rather than risking it in RP. If someone doesn’t post within multiple days, it’s expected for one to be skipped. It’s also unfair to tie someone up in a thread for a week+ without giving a deadline to post, and as you can see the others were obviously already ready to post since they all three posted within hours of each other. If you’re able to make multiple posts in a build thread and submit several items, it means that you are still able to post despite whatever real life situation has occurred. This simply means that you valued your Heroics License over the life of your other character. You let a post where a character with S- stats attacked you simmer for over a week, surely you realize how dangerous that is. However, this does not mean Ciaran is dead. They barely meet the criteria to not just get autodeath, but their ribs are shattered, heavy internal bleeding, heavily concussed, and fading in and out of consciousness. This is definitely a critical situation that otherwise may be fatal, so take that as you will. Edited by Mod Bot, Jun 7 2018, 06:52 PM.
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| Oirarana | Jun 7 2018, 10:32 PM Post #22 | ||||
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OOC: I apologise for all inconveniences, I see now that I did not take an invasion quite as seriously as I should have, I will not make the same mistake twice. I had intended to try and respond by Monday, but what happened happened. IC: Ciaran didn't even see what hit him, the movements of the feral child so far from his original state that it was completely unexpected. If he still felt pain normally he was sure that he'd be in absolute agony. He couldn't even comprehend what damage had been done, but with what lucidity was left to him he knew he needed to get out. Luckily his near death seemed to have led to his attacker letting his guard down. SOUR ESCAPE Biting down on the hollowed tooth in his mouth, Ciaran's world tasted and smelled sour, intensely sour, as it forced him into consciousness. His ribs would be fine if he survived this, his quirk made things like broken bones trivial, but he definitely needed medical attention. That's where the second step of his escape plan came in. A small device in his outfit signalled to his waiting hoverbike, and with a sudden roar of powerful engines, the vehicle shot in through the open door. At the same moment the long, bone tail of Ciaran's 'Scorpius' technique would shoot out, grasping on to the vehicle and pulling him to the bike as quickly as he could move, his body breaking apart into what looked like shards of broken glass that hid his true movements and location, his suit's ability coming in to effect. As he reeled himself to the bike, he left behind a little present. His skull. More specifically, an exploding skull fired at speed towards Gjoll. Even as Ciaran clung to the hoverbike, hit the big glaring 'home' button, and shot out through a hole in the wall made by his tail, the skull would explode with the force of a grenade. He wasn't stupid enough to think it would kill his attacker, but he hoped it'd serve as a distraction. And as the emergency chemicals began to fade, he tried his best to limit the internal bleeding with overgrown bone material, the bike's engine burning at full throttle towards safety, and medical attention. If he survived this, it would be a valuable learning experience. EXIT via Event item Sour Escape! [Non-Tradeable] When stuck in a critical situation that may otherwise be fatal, they may use this coupon to make a quick get away and successfully exit the thread. Unfortunately, they will only gain half of the total EXP they'd acquire after the thread is said and graded. Summary
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| Mod Bot | Jun 9 2018, 12:14 AM Post #23 | ||||
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HOMICIDE RULING ”Unfortunately, a tooth hollow enough to be cracked by a heavily concussed chomp is too fragile to survive the after effects of an S- attack to the skull. Because of this, Ciaran would be unable to utilize the smellingsalts-esque medicine post curbstomp. This of course, means that Ciaran is still relatively unconscious, with the later events not occurring. Gjöll is still in physical possession of Ciaran’s body, as the events that would disrupt this have no longer occurred. The Sour Escape has not been consumed, but may not be used for the remainder of this thread. The posting round shall continue. |
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| Infinity Gohan | Jun 9 2018, 10:49 PM Post #24 | ||||
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Slade fortunately calmed down some once Seraphim explained that she in fact didn't mind stealing in general, but she simply didn't see the point in stealing a lone drink, which the man supposed was fair, even seeing her argument sloshed as he was. It would seem at least a bit odd to head for the hills and only a glass of low grade liquor in hand to show for one's trouble. On the other hand, Slade wasn't one who saw stealing quite as simple as that, hand to his chin as he explained, "Well, I guess if you're going for total score, then yeah, but the goal of a thief should never be all they can carry, gets ya into trouble! Long as you get to ditch somewhere with something worth a buck under your arm, that's a success in my book!" It seemed the fight had caught the angel's attention as Slade took another hefty sip from his drink, raising a brow as she seemed rather enamored with the battle unfolding behind him, a tad jealous of their skill even, leaving the man to simply smirk, wiping his kouth for the umpteenth time as he responded to her rhetorical question with, "All depends how long you stay in the game for! You pick up a lot of things here and there, but you really only learn how to do fun stuff when you've been doin this kind of thing for a few years. You're still a green horn, so be ready to be impressed by others a lot, 'specially me! Though I have seen people do some crazy stuff with wings before, like my old cellmate! Practiced all day and figured out how to make 'em hard as steel, cut a hole right through our cell wall!" Laughing at the old tale, Slade paused to see Seraphim try out his suggestion of going to the big leagues early, only to laugh even harder afterwards. This had been no trick on his part, truly having gone through this trial in order to train his body to be able to put back that much booze, but still found the concept of lightweights to be rather entertaining in general. Wiping his eye, the man snatched the bottle back and returned to mixing drinks as he declared, "Ya know, a lot of people don't drink for the taste at all. Most folks are like me, we ignore the taste to see how much we can down in five seconds! Check this out, a trick I learned from my sister..." The man, sneaky as always, grabbed a capped bottle of beer from behind the bar, placing it between his forearm and bicep and grinning madly as he flexed. After a few seconds of pressure, the bottle could take no more and burst open, Slade's face going somewhat solemn as alcohol dripped over his form, scratching the back of his head as he said, "Well... her trick had it pop off, but umm... she's scrawny as a twig so that's why mine is just way better!" Wiping himself down, the giant was surprised to hear Seraphim actually go ahead and tell some of her story, having figured she'd need a bit more coaxing. Apparently her parents and a local man of the church hadn't exactly seen eye to eye and she'd headed for the hills, though the trace of a laugh at the end told Slade that there was a little bit more to the story, though for now, he decided to simply stick to his end of the bargain and reply with his own story as promised. Cracking his neck, the boozed up thief explained with large hand gestures and even acting out some of the tale, "Shitty parents, same boat here. But here's a real fun story! So see, here's what the plan was: Me and three other guys were gonna hit up Europe's biggest bank, I'd do safe detail, they'd be a big distraction in the main lobby to keep everyone off my back. So there I am outside the bank, eatin a snack and waitin on them when I get a text, one of 'em got appendicitis and the job's off! Like hell I figure, went all the way to Belgium, so sure as shit I wasn't leaving without a few bullion in my pocket... That's when I got an idea: play it strategic, go old school! Went down the street and got myself a trench coat, then I went back to the bank and hid the banana in my pocket, went to the register and told 'em it was a gun! The look on her face, almost shittin' herself over a handful of fruit! I just about left the joint in stitches, got away with over a hundred grand! Hahaha!" Abruptly though, Slade's laugh stopped as he remembered the end of the story, scratching his cheek as he finished off, "And then they um... traced my card payment from where I bought the trenchcoat..." It seemed, however, that the good times would not remain eternal, a nasty few crunches earning Slade's attention, the brute peeking over his shoulder to find that Ciaran had been put down for the count in a most gruesome fashion. Well damn, he didn't know the guy all that well, but he figured the challenger woulda been a bit more hands off if this was just a payback mission. The hell'd Ciaran do? Well, he couldn't mull on that too long, as it looked like the man was indeed being called out by the cloaked attacker, Slade's senses warning him that this was unlikely to go in his favor, if Ciaran's condition was anything to go off of. Well, that's what someone who wasn't as amazing as Slade would think, anyways. "Hehehe, common sense says this is a bad idea," The man mused, reaching his full height as he downed a final pitcher of beer and smirked like a mad dog, crushing the glass in his right hand as he glared down at the frothing boy. "But I'm way beyond common! Let's have at it junior!" The brute rushed forwards, knowing just from watching he wouldn't be able to match that speed, so there was no point in bothering with that. Instead, the man would aim to go all out in a physical attack, flexing his muscles to pack on some protection as he dug into his own animal tendencies, amplifying his strength as he grabbed a bar stool with one hand and aimed a swipe as the kid's legs with the other. He was fast, sure, but no one could run if their feet weren't on the ground! Summary Tech and LP
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| DwagonKitsune | Jun 12 2018, 12:53 PM Post #25 | ||||
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Slade's pep talk to the Angel worked. Part of it could be the fact that Sera was getting progressively drunk as she sipped her alcohol, but part of it could also be the fact that the man in the story supposedly had the same quirk as her. 'Steel feathers? Can one really train themselves to do that?' she couldn't help but wonder. Her own feathers were simple, normal. Not capable of digging out of a cell, but then the Irishwoman would use her halo for that. "If this guy had a halo he could've used that. Digging stuff with a halo is easy" Seraphim said, boasting a little bit as the big mans attitude started to rub off on the impressionable girl. The large man didn't seem as put off by the taste of the foul liquid, mixing the vodka with something probably equally as strong. He even gave his reason, to which the Irishwoman shrugged to. She knew that people drunk to forget, although she didn't fit in that class. Nor did the Angel suit the competitive drinkers, preferring to savour her drink and get drunk slowly, which she continued to do. Rather than responding though Sera hummed a bit, a low and soft note, as Slade continued to try and impress her. While the trick did go wrong it still earned a giggle and a clap from Seraphim, whom was still impressed by someone shattering a glass bottle with their arm. The bank heist story was far more interesting than Sera could've thought. As a matter of fact she couldn't even begin to think of how to rob the bank with a banana, once again impressed bu Slades ingenuity and determination. It was a good trade in the Angels mind. After all, while she did give enough hints for her companion to probably find some news outlet that did a story on what happened, nothing was overtly said and the two would be long parted before the innocent girl being a murderess came out. But given the fight going on in the background and how nonchalant Slade was about it, it probably wouldn't phase him. Which bought the two back to the fight. It was over, relatively quick. 'It was just getting good too' Seraphim thought, a small pang of her entertainment being done and dusted so quickly. She felt no morose for their third member being crushed beneath unforgiving blows. The only thing that the woman regretted was the fact that he wasn't wearing that stupid priest outfit while he was being beaten to a pulp. Sera thought that all of the fighting was truly done, but Slade threw them all for a curve ball. Even he said it himself, that common sense said this was a bad idea. However he jumped in. 'I should help him' The Angel thought. She had started to come think of Slade as a bit of a gentleman. Sure, he was crass and boisterous, but he was nice and spent the time to talk to the underage girl in a scary place. He also showed that he was creative, polite (apologizing for his burp) and determined, although perhaps a bit too much. Seraphim giggled a bit as she sent her halo spinning out, bottom firmly on her seat. The metal disc arched around, primarily aiming for Gjoll although in her drunkenness it was a bit hard to control. If anything went from the Irishwoman did hope for it to hit Ciaran instead, to finish off the job. As the shiny disc approached the aggressor it'd let out a bright and distracting flash in his direction, hopefully gaining Slade enough time to at least land 1 hit. summary
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| Neharo | Jun 14 2018, 09:35 AM Post #26 | ||||
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The sound of a faint heartbeat would be heard from the man that Gjöll was grasping by the back with his neck with his left hand. Still alive then? The teen noted, tightening his grasp on Ciaran’s neck. I guess he’s a bit more durable than I gave him credit for. Hopefully he stays out cold. Much easier for the both of us that way. Using his natural height advantage, he would continue to hold Ciaran off the ground, gripping the man’s neck. His natural were claws poised and ready to end the horde member’s life should anything more than a slight unconscious movement escape from the man. Usually the teen’s more morbid side would take pleasure in finishing the kill right then and there, but with the hulk of a man deciding to join the fray, it had set their sights on much bigger prey. As Slade charged toward him him, the teen’s hungry glare twisted into a grin. Finally prey that didn’t just freeze up or try to run, but actually tried to fight back! He couldn’t help but notice the lack of speed in the man’s approach. The feral hunter would also catch sight of the strange metal disc as it sailed from the girl towards him at a speed that could be easily avoided. What he didn’t anticipate was the brilliant flash of light the ring would let out. While it wasn’t nearly enough to blind him, the flare would break his focus on Slade for a moment as well as leave a few spots in his vision for the time being. Despite the man’s size and mostly due to the his lack of speed, the enraged Adrestian was still confident in his own strength. Gjöll would twist suddenly at the last moment to not only dodge the halo, but also meet the behemoth’s swipe head on with a quick strike of his own attempting to slice and knock away the man’s hand with his gauntlet. If he were sucessful, using the momentum he gained from this first attack, he would send a kick directly at the man’s ribs in an attempt send him flying to the back side of the bar. If he was successful in launching the large brute of a man across the establishment, the savage teen would turn his attention to the girl who had been the source of the strange ring that had irritated him earlier. The same hungry glare that he had given them before would return to his face as he took several steps toward her, and a low growl would escape him. Enough! His normal consciousness roared internally, bring his body a sudden stop. I don’t care if she pissed you off. We aren’t going to butcher people for minor a little flash of light. You like this new freedom you’ve gained? We got what we came for, so if you want me to consider using it in the future I suggest you get going. Fine…. His inner animal growled in response. I’ll let this one live for now… They were both fully aware he could wrest control back from it at any time. However, with the distance he had travelled to get here, it would be far easier to begin the trip back while still under the influence of his quirk. As he turned his gaze away from the girl and toward the door he had entered through, Gjöll would let out a sharp exhale in disappointment. Still holding Ciaran tightly by the back of his neck, the feral teen would make for the exit along with his prize. If uninterrupted he would disappear into the Canadian wilderness at full speed, back in the direction he had originally come from. [Attempted Exit] Action Summary LP/Techs/Stats Items |
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| Oirarana | Jun 20 2018, 10:24 PM Post #27 | ||||
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Well, today was about as fun as a sandpaper coated dildo, that was for sure. Bloodstained lips were quirked into a mild smile though even as he felt himself moved around by an iron grip to his neck, his eyes closed as he tried to assess his injuries. Even as messed up as he was, broken ribs were child's play to deal with, he'd been fixing them since he was a child after all. Though considering the circumstances they probably weren't exactly rejoined properly, or prettily, at least they wouldn't cause any more trouble as he reattached them as best he could in between periods that may have been less than a second or could have been longer moments of unconsciousness. He hadn't been this badly beaten since he was like, eight, it was almost nostalgic enough to make him want to laugh. But keeping thoughts in his head was difficult, considering how much it hurt. Headaches were the worst, especially ones caused by concussion. He couldn't tell if there was any bleeding in his skull, he didn't think so but... what was the problem again? He was a stubborn man, clawing at consciousness and life as best he could despite his wounds, though there were limits to his ability to deal with it. He wanted to laugh a little, but his body was working it's hardest just to stay functioning, so instead he grinned a little wider even as he felt himself swaying by the grip on his neck. Things had been dull for so long, it was almost a shame that the first shake up he'd had since Kull became president had ended like this. He'd let himself grow complacent. 'Wonder if... puppy's... gonna kill me?' his foggy mind thought, eyes rolling slightly behind closed lids, 'depends what he wants me for... shame, would have been good to fight properly.... will either work out....or not be my problem anymore...' it was hard to keep his thoughts going, and he had no idea how long it was between each thought, but he was going to keep fighting in the only way he could, trying not to die. His quirk didn't let him heal himself, not really, but there were things he could do, things he'd had to do back when he was weaker and younger, bone marrow produced blood which could help avoid death via bloodloss, and if there was too much pressure in his skull he could relieve it easily enough by opening up a hole to let it out. Whether he could focus enough to remember it, or even do it was another thing altogether, but maybe long built in survival instincts would do it automatically. He might not have been able to do much right now, but if he could keep himself alive then he would, every breath and conscious thought focused on that small victory. And if he couldn't.... maybe hell would be fun. But he'd rather play around here a little longer. [Uncertain Status] |
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| Infinity Gohan | Jun 21 2018, 06:06 AM Post #28 | ||||
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Taller than You
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Slade flew through the air with an enormous grin on his face, surprised to see light blaring from behind him, but thankful for the opportunity it gave, pressing the attack and going forward with his swipe. It seemed, unfortunately, the opportunity had not been enough, Slade's grin slowly fading and growing more confused as he saw the blur of a punch coming in, finding the air knocked out of him as he was sent blaring across the bar into at high speed, knocking paintings and decorations off the brick wall as he did so. As spittle escaped his mouth, the world seemed to move in slow motion, Slade catching his feet and finding them to be jello-like in sturdiness, taking a moment to catch himself as a hand went to where he'd been struck. Well shit, that rib was broken. To make matters worse, he was going after Seraphim now, Slade realizing that the angel-faced girl had been the one to aid him, his brow furrowing as he forced himself off the wall, trying to look tough as he brought both arms to his sides and flexed, exuding as much of a menacing aura as he could while declaring, "Hey kid... thought you were going after someone with some meat on their bones! C'mon! I've felt stronger punches from my grandma!" The man wasn't doing this attempted saving out of any misconstrued sense of justice, but he couldn't very well let word get out that he was helped by a girl and then let her get ripped in half. He'd look like some kind of asshole! Slade's bravado suddenly faded, however, as he watched the stranger suddenly hold themselves back from Seraphim, talking to themselves about freedom or some shit, Slade only able to watch with an open mouth in confusion, wondering if he should use this opportunity to his advantage. With a grunt, he was about to attempt just that before the damn brat jetted away into the night with Ciaran in hand. Screw the asshole's strength, he was fast as well... Course, Slade would have been that fast if he'd stretched too. "Yeah! Get lost asshole! And don't come back!" The man commanded with a wave of his hand after the pair, a scowl on his face as he hobbled back to the bar. It left a bad taste in his mouth to let them get away, but Slade, as incredible as he was, had limits he'd never admit to. Among them was doubting he could chase down a super brat with a broken rib, who knows how much booze in him and not having stretched yet. Sitting down, the man frowned as he explained to the angel girl, "Ya didn't have ta jump in like that, ya know. Had him pegged against the wall, asshole just decided to fight me drunk so... I can't react as well..." The man declared, more petulant than truly mad at her, overall upset he'd lost the fight so handidly... well, that wasn't actually a fight. It was a hostage situation, and considering the hostage still looked alive, it was a fair win for him, Slade would think. With a sigh, the man turned back to Seraphim, arms crossed as he huffed and declared, "But at the end of the day... you got balls to get involved in a fight like that, and you tried to help me out, so I guess I owe ya. Just one though! Hey barkeep, another-" Turning to his side, Slade found no barkeeper in place, peering over the counter to found him out cold on the floor, the Punmeister having apparently done him in for the night. With a chuckle, Slade turned to the Irish girl and shrugged, reaching over, with a pained grunt, and picked out two bottles of vodka. Setting one down before the girl and popping it open with his nail, Slade declared, "Guess I'll pay ya in a lesson then, though we should probably make this last call. Sun'll be up soon and I need to see a Doc about my rib. For now though..." The man went about the expected chugging of his bottle, getting about halfway before letting loose a relaxed sigh and explaining, "Now, this is an old trick I learned on how to ignore the taste, something from down in Cuba. Set your eyes on the brightest thing in the room, loudest sound, all that crap, long as you don't put any focus on your tongue... Come to think of it, Cuba was a fun job. Ever hear of a guy robbing a whole beach of tourists at once? Naked?" With any luck, Slade would get to share a few stories with the girl as he taught her a thing or two about drinking, a good time on his face, but the back of his mind worried for his first drinking buddy, hoping that he was indeed still alive... [Exit] Summary LP
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| DwagonKitsune | Jun 22 2018, 01:53 AM Post #29 | ||||
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Seraphim wasn't at all surprised when the slashing attack missed. After all, this guy WAS faster than anyone she had ever seen. The angel was impressed by herself though when her sudden flash of light temporarily blinded the other. But while she had hoped that the distracted provided by her halo would give Slade enough to land in a hit, the Irishwoman would see that their current opponent was way out of their league. Gjoll would use a punch so strong that Slade would go flying, something that Sera couldn't help but giggle at. 'He's better at it than me!' The girl's amusement wouldn't go away, even though Gjoll began to approach her. She simply looked at the other with a bemused expression on her face, as if all of this pain and fighting was all in good sport. One could easily chalk this up to the near empty glass of booze that she held. Seraphim certainly did feel happily and bubbly, if a bit like trying to stand up and walk in a straight line was impossible. All throughout his dilemma Sera simply sat through it, halo returned to her head, to see what the other would do. Even so it was a relief when Gjoll turned away and walked off, Ciaran in tow. Even drunk the angel had enough sense to not jump back into a fight by herself that she knew she couldn't win. 'Can I even jump at the moment?' Sera blearily thought, giving another girlish giggle at that. Her thoughts were brought back to the present by Slade and his comments, which bought another giggle from the drunk girl. "And let you have all of the fun?" Seraphim responded to the man, letting the whole 'had him pegged against a wall thing'. Men were rather fragile in the pride aspect, and Slade was a nice guy in the Angel's eyes, so she just simply let that slip for his sake. Matters of pride aside, it seemed like Slade was going to try the tough guy act and put off going to the hospital for another round. Luckily for the Irishwoman, he bought the drinks to her, as standing at the moment may very well end with her getting some injuries herself. Seraphim simply downed the rest of her Guinness, a bit sad to see it all gone and the rancid tasting stuff in front of her. 'Oh well, suppose I've got to learn sometime' The angel stayed behind, mostly for the company and the lessons, since the booze that the older man preferred wasn't to her liking. When it came time for the two to part, Seraphim stayed seated for a little while, gathering herself. She somehow managed to make her way out of the bar, mostly with the support of everything around her, and stumbled off into the night, giggling every so often at whatever amused her. [Exit] Summary
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| CrabSage | Jul 4 2018, 08:09 AM Post #30 | ||||
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