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Re: Day 1 Evening - Ada Wong - 02-10-2016
Dirt as dark as coffee grounds sifted beneath his shoes as he walked, his jacket tugged close about his shoulders while the temperature began to precipitously drop. The nearer he drew to the coastline, the more blinking specks of polar white flame he could see flickering in the swiftly blackening sky.
His temper had simmered down quite a while ago, although he was still sure to fire off a snarky quip every time the firearm made so much as a peep. Face lowered towards his chest and shoulders protectively hunched, every step he took was nothing more than a feeble shuffle as the winds whipped about his pant legs and jacket lapels, the rain sliding through the grass like silver, jingling coins between the slimy rocks of a stream.
Of course, the rain wasn’t touching Crowley. Not at all. An odd aura of relatively untouched ground surrounded him, almost as if there was an invisible umbrella hanging above his head. Indeed, whenever a streak of drizzly, wet lightning forked its merry way across the sky in a flash of fleeting daylight, a spectral flicker of wings could be seen bent in a furling, arched halo above his head as he brushed through the rippling waves of grassland.
It was truly wicked— just truly, completely wicked that he hadn’t thought to wrap a scarf about his neck before ducking out to meet the angel for lunch. Having a runny nose on top of everything that had happened to him today was just the smarting, bright red cherry sitting on top.
“You had better be glad you can’t feel anything,” he said with a waspish vehemence to the gun, not daring to shift his grip on it lest his chilled fingers refuse to unbend altogether. “This is worse than the Second Circle of Hell, I tell you. That's Lust, by the way. Far less fun than it sounds, sort of like this.”
But, he could smell the sea, now— the mountains were now at his back, for somewhere along the way Crowley had decided to take a sharp turn and head in a direction previously unexplored. By him, at least. The euphonious swell of the ocean rose and fell, the tide roaring as it tore along the rocks and shallow bends in the sand. A few gulls, greyish-white and screeching sharply in tune with the howling wind, swooped overhead.
Crowley stopped at the edge of the sharply jutting cliff that ran down towards the rock-studded beach. A pebble or two trickled down the ledge, rapping against several patches of hard dirt and bird nests on the way down. The serpent demon eyed the nests hungrily, but decided not to test his luck just yet with so many sharp-beaked custodians hanging around.
“Hm. That sure is the ocean, isn’t it?” he canted his head to the side, rolling one shoulder to try and get some warmth running back into his limbs. It wasn’t working very well, but at least he gave a good effort.
The firearm let out an ear-piercing sound that was startlingly like the shriek of a car alarm, very nearly causing Crowley to send it hurtling over the cliff in a split-second bout of extreme, flailing terror. Thankfully, he recovered quickly enough so as not to do that, although he still looked daggers at the gun after regaining some of his earlier decorum.
“Don’t do that. I swear, I’ll throw you out the first chance I get, don’t you think I won’t.”
Zzzzrn? Bvrrrrrr.
“Okay, you’re right. I wouldn’t. Just quit scaring me, I don’t think my poor eternally damned soul can take it.”
Crowley huffed out a short, frosty snuffle, turning to look up at the looming silhouettes of rock that were now even further off than before. Maybe he would be better off nearer to the mountains, after all. He would just... head that way in a few, right after he went and cavorted about the beach for a spell. Perhaps he could fool himself into believing he was just on holiday.
It had been a long time since he had visited a proper beach without the incoming apocalypse in mind, after all.
Re: Day 1 Evening - Jak Mar - 02-10-2016
The strange but salty taste of the goat would have to do for now as time passed like a blur. The hurt hero didn't want to admit he needed help. But he did.
The rustling of the bushes was the only sound his former attackers would hear before he would try to attack again. It was almost strange, The man seemed stuck in quarter beast mode.
His marble- shade blue eyes told it all what happened, his rival had stabbed him in the back, and this other blue shirted stranger shot a shiny, almost gleaming star like shape at his heart. It missed but then the strange woman slammed her sword right at the eco warrior's chest.
Perhaps he deserved it after all.
Jak...
Listen to me
"My dark side has a habit of pissing people off..."
Re: Day 1 Evening - Kopaka - 02-10-2016
The night deepened as the pair of stoic warriors continued along the long road they had elected to travel upon. After a while, the dense foliage of the jungle began to give way to rolling hills, thick with long grasses and stands of bushy trees. Even in the precipitous gloom of the evening, Kopaka could see rather well. The Toa wished, however, that he had access to a Kanohi Ruru, the Mask of Night Vision. It wasn't as though the path in front of them was obscured, but it would have been nice to have a little more clarity on the off chance that they ran into trouble. There was something larger that Kopaka was straining to see, however.
Every so often, as a crinkled ribbon of lightning arced across the sky, the entire island would be illuminated. Off in the distance, nearly on the horizon, there was some immense thig whose sillhouette dominated the inky sky. Bigger than a mountain, taller than the clouds themselves. Kopaka could only speculate as to what the behemoth structure might be, but whatever it was, there was a high possibility that an artifact was associated with it.
During one of their brief rest stops, Kopaka had pointed it out to Magus, but the wizard seemed to be preoccupied with something else. Indeed, Kopaka had seen the ruined city that their road led to quite some time ago. Even as he continued to trudge along the half-buried cobbltestones, the Toa turned to look at the ruins. After a moment, there came a flash of light from inside the city; a violet luminescence that bounced off the columns and arches that rose above the otherwise dilapidated buildings. It was no lightning strike that had caused the brilliance. It was clear that other Primes had already begun to investigate the jumbled piles of hewn stone.
"Did you see that?" Kopaka asked, flicking his blue eye over to Magus ever so briefly. The wizard blinked his weary red hues.
"The flash? Yes."
Kopaka nodded. He didn't need to have Magus confirm that he understood the implications. The man's intelligence was insurance enough for that...
Re: Day 1 Evening - Belle - 02-11-2016
Quote:Guardian Fight Post
Even by her universe-warped standards, things were getting weird.
Belle barely had time to register the fact that her friend had donned a suit of armor - one curiously similar to that of his robot friend - before the immense creature was upon them once more.
The giant raised its gnarled fist and brought it down towards them. Belle, Ruby, and Weiss scattered, shockwaves rocking the ground beneath them. The force of the impact sent a solid wall of air rippling outward, blowing Belle off her feet and sending her sprawling. Dazed, she pushed herself onto her hands and knees, opening her eyes. The giant's shadow loomed.
Too late to get up. Too late to run.
There it was again: the old fear. But she'd made a promise. As the golem wound up for another strike, Belle fumbled for her crowbar. When the giant brought its hand down, palm open as if to squash an annoying insect, she slammed the tool's flat end against the cave floor, bracing the long tip upward.
The pink tip buried itself into the giant's scarred palm. For a brief, horrible microsecond, Belle thought it might just continue unabated. The thing had a giant pillar shoved through its chest, after all. It might not even feel pain.
Even so, it recoiled. A sound, a howl like two stone slabs grinding against each other, broke from the hood-like cavity where its face should have been. Its hand retreated, the pink metal lodged deep inside it.
"Hey, ugly!"
Propelled by the brilliant flare of rockets in the soles of his boots, Armored Mickey's fist slammed into the creature's 'neck.' Again then air boomed as the giant listed, rocking onto one foot as it reeled.
Hovering high above the ground, Mickey crossed his arms and waved a finger, tut-tutting with a smirk. "Didn't your mama ever teach you it's not nice to pick on girls?"
Belle stared. Mickey...?
But the aggressive hero was already back on the attack, weaving through the air like a bottlerocket gone berserk. His attacks blistered out, peppering the giant's flesh.
She'd never seen anything like it. Was this how strong Primes were?
"Going to sit there all day?" Weiss demanded.
The two girls had moved near her, and the dark-haired one, Weiss' friend, extended a hand. Belle took it, pulling herself to her feet. They turned their eyes to the display.
"Should we ... help?" Belle hazarded. Honestly, Armored Mickey seemed to have things under control...
Weiss made an irritated noise in the back of her throat. "I don't know about you, but I'm not in the habit of letting someone else do my fighting for me."
"Me either!" Ruby chimed, lifting her blade upward. If she had not seen what she had just seen, Belle would have been shocked the girl could lift the slab of metal that was as big as she was.
An explosion made her duck for cover. "How?" Belle shouted, her ears ringing.
"The legs," Weiss said. "With all that extra weight it's carrying, if we knock it over..."
Belle gritted her teeth. These primes were crazy.
Something red blurred past her, bouncing and skipping across the cave floor. Mickey came to an abrupt stop against the wall, head lolling.
The two hunters slid into their combat stances as the lumbering, enormous steps of the giant shambled closer. Belle gawped, then caught the glare from the white-haired huntress and adopted her own imitation.
"You better carry your weight," Weiss said.
Belle nodded. It was all she could do.
"Ready?" They tensed. "Go!"
Re: Day 1 Evening - Clownpiece - 02-11-2016
Click
The sound of his shoulder popping back into place was music to Somerled’s ears.
“Thanks for that,” he said, a note of relief to his voice. With the aid of his now-fixed arm, the monster pushed himself back onto his feet. Giving his shoulder a few quick stretches, he judged its movement capabilities. No mysterious hitches or stops hindered his movement, so it seemed to be good as new.
After picking his coat back up from where he had shrugged it off, he cast his gaze back upwards, looking to see which tree had the broken branch. While his eyes scanned the canopy for splintered wood, his hands haphazardly tore strips from his coat to use as bandages, leaving blood stains just about everywhere. This garment was already fated for the trash pit, might as well completely and utterly ruin it.
Of course, tearing the bandages was the easy part. He could tear fabric with the best of them. The hard part would be tying an unobtrusive knot with his clumsy fingers. So rather than spending a decade trying to do that while Amaterasu was waiting on him, he threw the tattered coat back on quickly, and jogged over to the tree the squirrel had fallen from. Without slowing his pace at all, Somerled swung around the trunk and scooped up the extremely squished corpse.
A corpse which the monster did not hesitate to shove into his mouth. He swung back around the tree and began walking back to the great kami, the fluffy tail of the rodent slowly disappearing past his lips as he swallowed the entire thing whole. That task was a bit more difficult than expected, and it was several seconds before it was completely out of sight.
Though the large squirrel completely filled his stomach, he still felt a small pang down there. Sure, he had triumphed against one of his greatest foes, but it just wasn’t filling enough... Coming to a stop back in front of Amaterasu, his eye caught sight of something new tied to her waist. Something positively tempting.
“I-Is that an arm?”
The Final Stand - Moon - 02-11-2016
When he awoke, he was alone.
He didn't remember much. He only remembered blinding rage. Not even what caused it. Just the pain, and anger. A scalding, unbearable pain in his left arm jolted his senses up and at 'em, and he turned to see what the problem was. What he saw, or rather didn't see, shocked hin hard, and would be sticking with him for a looooong time. His whole arm was... Gone. Out of the blue, just disappeared.
A scream of shock could be heard as he stared at the crude patching that seperated the blood and oil from the dirt, as he stood fast, and wildly turned about, and looked for the missing appendage. Nowhere to be found, as suspected. He nearly started telling off his attackers... Attackees. But he refrained. That would attract them. So he hunted for his knife, which was also gone. Come on, you cut off his arm, then ransack him?
"Son of a fucking BITCH!" This wasn't good at all. With a scowl, he stalked off, avoiding anyone. What he needed to do was stay calm. If he let anger consume him, death was sure to follow suit. Dinner was short, basic fruits and no meat, He had no teeth to chew that with. He took another look at his lost limb, or where it should be, and a weak laugh came from his throat.
"Hey... It's... Hah... Just a flesh wound."
What else could he say when his arm's off?
Re: Day 1 Evening - Kakashi Hatake - 02-11-2016
Night had begun to fall on the island, the sun receding back into its umbral crib. With the sun’s retirement came greatly reduced visibility, forcing the ninja duo to rework their strategy. So far their efforts had yielded nothing of substance, other than the gash inflicted on Minato’s arm. The first fruitless day was rapidly drawing to a close.
Kakashi sat aside a flickering fire, tending the coals idly. They had built the small pyre in a shallow hole, more for warmth than anything else. Minato had left the copy ninja over an hour ago, endeavoring to search the area solo while his protege made other preparations. With the Kage’s prodigious speed, it was the only logical choice. In the meantime, Kakashi had instead taken to jury-rigging a spear from a particularly long stick, attached to the tip with some sinews from their rabbit lunch. With some doing, he was able to craft a workable tool. It wouldn’t be very useful in combat, though if he could take down something small for dinner, it would serve its purpose.
“I wonder how long he’ll be gone,” Kakashi muttered to himself, casting a gaze into the forest behind him.
Despite his moniker and somewhat lax demeanor, the scarecrow had never been particularly good at sitting still for any length of time. In any other instance he’d not give his former-sensei’s extended absence a second thought, but on this island they were stripped of most of their abilities. He could only assure himself that the tiny firearm Minato carried would be able to make up for the deficit. At the very least, its deafening call would alert Kakashi in the event it was fired.
With a sigh the shinobi got to his feet, taking up the makeshift spear and his bulky firearm. The stone fragments from the scuffle earlier in the day had made handy arrowpoints and now would be the time to test their worth. Dusk was the perfect time to hunt small animals, if this place was anything remotely similar to the Land of Fire. Supplies in hand, the ANBU Captain traipsed off into the woods.
It was not long before Kakashi stumbled upon a small brook, the clear water bubbling softly through the rocky ground. The shinobi made a mental note of brook’s location, dropping to his knees and readily scooping the refreshing nectar into his mouth. Several mouthfuls later he stopped, taking notice of a few small fish flitting past. Without a second thought, the copy ninja grabbed up his spear and stabbed expertly at the passersby, managing to snag a few upon the jagged rockpoint. Unfortunately, the tiny stream was not home to many organisms, forcing the shinobi to take up his gear once more and scavenge for more dinner.
- - - - -
As the former Captain trekked back to their campsite, dead fish and several handfuls of berries in tow, he pondered yet again the words that the kunoichi had spoken. Rokudaime. Had he indeed, in some past or parallel life, become the leader of his people? Such a broken and dangerous man did not deserve the adoration of the village. Still, Minato had faith in him, he had always had. Kakashi shook the thought from his head as he walked; his task now was to aid Teucer, not so humor some pipe-dream. Resolute, he headed back toward the campsite.
Re: Day 1 Evening - Weiss Schnee - 02-11-2016
Most people in this situation might have been worried. Weiss certainly would have been in any other circumstances. Fighting a strange monster with unknown qualities in a weakened state like this. If Weiss had been alone, or with strangers, tension would be surging through her body right now.
But she wasn't alone. She was with her best friend.`
And together, the two were stronger than any challenge Weiss could imagine.
Weiss saw the giant shift it's shoulders, and jumped up just as the giant lashed out with his rotting hand at the charging trio.
She felt her feet hit a diagonal surface - the flat of Ruby's new blade, knowing even before she'd jumped that her partner was giving her the opening to go for the first attack on the legs. Weiss took the opportunity and dove forward, rolling as she leapt past the giant's arm and landed on the ground between his legs.
Weiss looked back to see that the giant had shifted its focus away from her, lifting its arms over it's head as it targeted a nervous-looking Belle. Meanwhile the mouse... who had some weird armor on now, what?... seemed to be starting to recover his own wits.
"Buy time." Weiss thought, and she didn't need to look to know her partner would already be thinking the same thing.
Weiss jumped up with a burst of blurred motion as she twirled her body into a pinwheel, her heel catching the chunk of sword embedded in the giant's shin and causing the creature to screech as the trapped weapon bent into it's flesh.
The creature immediately shifted its attention back to Weiss, just as she saw a red blur head towards her from across the cavern.. The creature lifted its gnarled foot up, leaking… something onto the cave floor, and Weiss waited until the last moment to move, as the red blur slowed down to become a pint-sized hunter swinging a Cleaver bigger than she was with a knowing grin. Weiss back stepped out of the way, the blade and the foot missing her by a few inches. To anyone else, this might have seemed dangerous.
But Weiss had done hundreds of battles with her leader, had followed thousands of different calls her partner had made on the field. Ruby would never have went for the attack if Weiss couldn't dodge it, and the concept of Ruby intentionally or unintentionally harming her in the middle of battle didn't exist to her, so when Weiss felt the rush of air blow towards her from the arc of the buster sword, there wasn't a hint of tension on her face.
The creature seemed to react at the last second, and what could have been a missing limb was instead a shearing wound to the side of its right leg.
The giant was quick to counter though, and Weiss was surprised when she was forced on the ground by the force of it's fist slamming against the ground, knocking her off her feet so fast she barely managed to catch herself with her hands, surprised at the giant's dexterity.
What she was even more surprised by was the giant's shriek of pain as the redheaded girl appeared to the other side of the giant's leg.
The girl - Belle, wasn't it? - Had one foot planted firmly on the giant's leg, the other on the ground, and her crowbar hooked firmly around the embedded longsword Weiss had kicked before. Weiss didn't need to ask the girl's plan as she pulled, tearing out the sword with a wet crunching noise.
Re: Day 1 Evening - Minato Namikaze - 02-11-2016
Minato's scouting hadn't yielded anything substantial. He was unable to find anyone near the two ninja, and on top of that, he found no traces of anything that could be relic related. He'd promised to help, but so far he hadn't been able to do anything for the poor spirit, Teucer. Minato laid back against the slope of their ditch, a disappointed look on his face. His face flicked with the light from the fire that Kakashi had lit.
The blonde ninja watched as Kakashi threw the bones of his prey into the fire pit between them. He had always wondered why Kakashi wore that mask so often. Come to think of it, he couldn't really remember a time where he had seen his pupil without the mask.
'Hey Kakashi… what's under the mask?' Minato questioned, the curiosity in his voice and face his the disappointment that he was feeling. 'Under this mask…?' Kakashi replied, his companion nodding as he lifted his hand to the edge of the material that covered most of his face. The anticipation that swelled within Minato had completely overridden what he had been feeling just before.
'Under this mask is… Another mask.' Kakashi spoke as he pulled the layer of material down, revealing another face mask. One that was completely identical to the one that he'd just removed. Minato groaned and returned to laying against the trench wall as Kakashi lifted the mask back over his face. 'Sensei… What happened with the nine tails?' Kakashi's voice spoke through the flames that rest between them.
'I fought it. It wasn't an easy fight...' His voice trailed off as he remembered the pain of having the beast's claw pierce his back and exit out his front. 'But I managed to seal it away. Half of it is sealed inside myself.' Minato paused as he lifted his green flack jacket, revealing the seal on his stomach. 'The other half... is inside of Naruto.' The golden haired man finished. He had done this to his son because he knew that Naruto would save their world some day, and Minato knew that the fox's power would help him.
Kakashi didn't say anything, he trusted the decisions that Minato made. He'd learned just how strong and wise that his former sensei was a long time ago. If he believed that his son would be able to control that power one day, then he wasn't going to question his choices. Minato's recollection of his fight hadn't been as brief as his explanation, but he spared Kakashi the details.
'Still… It still amazing that you fought the fox and won.' Kakashi remarked, he, clearly, still admired the former hokage.
'I wouldn't say that I won though.' Minato laughed as the two watched a thin column of smoke rise into the night sky.
Re: Day 1 Evening - Erik Vrell - 02-11-2016
So far, Erik had been dropped into a forest with no weapon, been smashed around by a giant monster, been chased by a psychotic demon girl, had his right eye gouged out and now was fighting the monster once more. Safe to say he was not having a good day, but by god his efforts would not go to waste. The psychic seethed with anger as he pulled his two allies into a huddle to discuss the battle plan.
"Ok, here's what we're going to do." Erik said somewhat irritably. He felt bad for letting his anger out on his companions. "I'm going to draw its attention to me while you two throw everything you've got at it, alright?" His two companions nodded.
"Excellent." Erik said. "Now, let's get to work. Erik peered into the monster's lair. The beast was pacing around the area, looking a little worse for wear. While the beast was not limping, it still seemed poorly in a way. Erik charged into the arena, screaming every profanity he knew in every language he knew. The beast turned to him and bellowed before charging across the field towards him. Just as it was about to smash into Erik, the psychic dived out of the way before rolling back to his feet. His two allies where in the arena by now, hitting the beast with all they had. Cenobia turned to them briefly before Erik unleashed another rage filled barrage of curses. Again and again, the great beast charged Erik, only to have his foe slip away at the last moment. Cenobia had began to tire, its breaths heavy behind its massive mask. It was not the only one to be feeling fatigued. Erik's breath was ragged, coming out in quick, short gasps.
Cenobia charged once more, outright refusing to give up. Erik had to admire the beasts determination, assuming it had any and was not fighting using only animal instinct. When the beast was about a metre away from Erik, the psychic jumped from its path once more. Or, that was the idea at least. The problem is, depth perception isn't easy when you only have one eye. The massive creature smashed into Erik at full bore, with the psychic only barely being able to hold on and avoid being crushed beneath the colossus' feet. At that moment, Cenobia's fierce orange eyes met Erik's single blue eye. The beast's eyes seemed to taunt Erik, they seemed to be mocking him. How DARE this hideous creature mock him. Erik drew his stick and stared the beast directly in the eye. Erik did not speak, he only released a single, wordless, rage filled scream as he plunged his stick into the beast's eye. An ear-splitting shriek filled the air as Erik was once again showered in black blood. Unlike the angry bellows that the group had heard before, this scream was a sound of pure pain. It was not unlike the squeal of a pig, just a dozen times louder. Erik roared in anger and triumph as he yanked his stick from the right eye of the beast, preparing to strike at the left eye.
Re: Day 1 Evening - Amaterasu - 02-11-2016
Quote:“I-Is that an arm?”Amaterasu looked down at the "weapon" she had strapped to her waist, bit her lip and nodded. "While I was foraging, I... came across a corpse. SIt had no weapons, but out here it's... I don't know, I didn't want to be defenseless. It was severed, it laid a bit off the rest of the body when I buried it, when I found it I already had covered the body, and... well. Plus, the rest of that warrior was skeletal, but this arm just... it stayed preserved, I have no idea why. As if it was infused with magic or something." She shrugged, eyeing Somerled. Her dicomfort and guilt about this having happened made her feel bad, to the point that she didn't even take notice of that Somerled's reaction was not just shocked, that there was more to it.
"Until I can get my hands on something more usable as a weapon I'll need to go with this. Maybe we can... I don't know, find a discarded sword on another body or such. And in the meantime I've spoken prayers over the slain warrior, his lack of a limb shall not be what keeps his spirit from crossing the Great River to the afterlife. He will not return to haunt this world as Hero Teucer did. And I would say that-" She couldn't finish her guilt-driven speech of justifying herself because they both got shaken by a powerful force which made her fall over. It was just one rumble, but it shook the very earth. They looked at each other, then Somerled wordlessly dragged Amaterasu to her feet and pulled her along as he picked up a running pace, away from the forest into the open. Amaterasu quickly caught herself and followed him. "Alright, alright! I got it! I'm okay from here!" the Sun Goddess shouted and ran alongside Somerled as they got away from the forest.
The ground bursted only meters behind them and Amaterasu blinked as she eyed the ground. It was as if a clean line was delimiting the area where the quake happened and where it didn't. "Is this the dark wizard's doing again? But how could he have so much power? To cause storms, earthquakes, floods and summon demons, all just to keep a single spirit from passing to the afterlife... either this Warlock must have an enormous grudge towards Hero Teucer, or he has godlike powers and is doing this for his enjoyment alone." Something felt off about this situation. She reached for what few provisions she had left in the makeshift pouch made with a huge leaf, and began nibbling on them to fill her stomach. After all the hurry with running from the quake she hadn't had much time left to eat everything.
"Well on the plus side we're at least getting close to this city." she remarked and pointed forward. "There might be a Guardian around here, perhaps. Right?"
"There might be." Somerled replied and followed Amaterasu's pointing finger to look at the ruins stretching before them. "Let's hope that we find it first."
"Before it finds us? ... yes, that'd be preferable." She sighed and sat on a rock. "You should treat your injuries while we're here. We can take a break after this running..." She put the severed arm aside and also discarded the now empty pouch where she had previously held her gathered food, then approached Somerled to help bandage his arm, if he allowed for it. Whether he did was of course a different question, and she would respect it if he refused.
Re: Day 1 Evening - Link - 02-11-2016
Erik’s success, followed by the guardians bestial roar spurred Link into action. He was carrying a strange turtle shell, devoid of any creature. He glanced down at the item for a moment and placed it on the ground. The boy took two steps back and wound his right leg up for a massive kick. With a strong step forwards, Link unleashed the kick and punted the shell, rocketing the shell towards Cenobia. The shell weaved through the air until it made contact with it’s target, connecting with the beast’s lower jaw.
Yet another deafening roar erupted from the Guardian’s maw as it dragged itself shakily to it’s feet. By this point, the shell had rebounded and made it’s way back to Link, who stood with a foot planted atop the weapon. Erik remained atop the creature as it turned to face the pair of Primes stood before it. This time, Link took the shell in hand and with a grunt of exertion and pain, his back still giving way as he moved, he bowled the shell with as much force as he could muster. The weapon took to the floor this time, moving at great pace towards Cenobia. With a dull crunch, the shell connected once again, colliding with Cenobia’s knee, throwing the beasts balance awry. It continued its lopsided advance, much to Link’s dismay.
The young Hero of Time bounded out of the Guardian’s path, stopping only to make sure his companions were also out of harm’s way. A satisfied nod escaped the boy briefly, before he continued to bowl the shell towards the beast’s limbs, causing it to stagger and sway during its rampant charges. Unfortunately, for Link at least, he had miscalculated and ended up a great deal closer to the beast than he had originally anticipated. Cenobia roared out once again as it swung its head, many times larger than the Hylian himself, towards the boy, launching him away and into a pile of rubble that lay nearby.
An exaggerated gasp left Link, winded by the rocks as he made a heavy landed into the jagged pile. As if his back wasn’t aching enough from the first time that happened, he mused quietly, groaning audibly as he pushed himself to his feet, steadying himself with fists planted onto his knees. Erik had made his way around onto the Guardian’s back, the swaying of his head proving more difficult to stay latched onto than he had previously anticipated. He remained on it’s back for as long as possible, poking and prodding at any exposed fur or skin with his stick, smaller spurts of black blood spewed out into the air and covered the Psychic as he clung on for dear life. All the while, however, the trio’s third member followed the beast’s path, continually flinging stones and the like from his slingshot, attempting to connect with the Guardian’s good eye. A few shots landed home, causing the beast’s eye to flicker open and closed, allowing the triumvirate to unleash a whole flurry of attacks upon the weakening beast.
Link rounded Cenobia as it whirled around desperately, lunging out at anything and everything in its path. It was perhaps more dangerous now than when it had full use of both of its eyes and the like. The boy, shell in hand, twisted his body somewhat as he turned to get a clean strike on Cenobia’s skull. And with a sickening scream, through sheer determination, the Hylian ignored the pain in his back as he launched the shell once again, the entirety of his force put behind the throw.
Re: Day 1 Evening - Ruby Rose - 02-11-2016
Quote:Guardian post. Flashbacks will come later.
The girl's hands shook more wildly than they already were; why was she confronted by such a gnarly, deformed giant, right after the trauma of dismembering a human being?! It was just as bad as the Colosseum. Her pupils were nothing more than pinpricks against dull silver discs, focused on what seemed to be the dirt at her feet, but at the same time not. The oversized weapon wrapped tightly in her palm shook more wildly than an object of its mass should have, and the grip became slippery and glossy with sweat.
"I-I... no..." She had been whispering incomplete sentences - hell, not even sentences, half-formed words to herself as the strange blond boy's blood seeped down her blade like a spreading virus. Her partner's eyes were constantly locked onto her back, fearing for the young girl's mental state. "Ruby..." She whispered worriedly, her tone little more than a squeak as she placed a thin hand to Ruby's spine. At her touch, the young teen's breathing seemed to slow, and her muscles seemed to slacken, yet she seemed to pay little attention to her partner; a simper caught Weiss's lips as she told herself that was the best she would get for now.
Ruby's terrified peepers shot up to the beast before her. "I... I can mull over that later..." She squeaked to herself, raising the colossal sword to bear towards the single foe. "For now... I have to help them..." With a final exhalation, she dug her blade into the earth below and braved the oncoming wave of force. Let's get this over with.
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"GRAAAAARGH!!!" The colossus screeched into the gnawed confines of the cavern, stumbling backwards and favouring its injured leg. This was Ruby and Weiss's time to shine. "Weiss!" The cloaked crusader called to her partner. "White Rose!"
A wild, excited smirk crossed Weiss's lips.
Coiling back into a low stance, Ruby's muscles built into a spring-like structure, before spinning and flinging the enormous weapon as if it were a simple knife. The unwieldy blade tore a gash through the Giant's torso and finished in a tight grip produced by Weiss. She may not have had the power that Ruby possessed, but she sure as hell knew she could return the blade back to the now airborne teen. "Gyah!" She yelled as she hauled the weapon upwards, sending it whizzing through the air like a buzzsaw, slicing across the gap that seemed to once host the Giant's face.
Chink
The piercing sound echoed through the roars as the buster sword lightly impaled itself into the stone roof; surely it would slip before long. "Mr. Mouse!" Ruby called down to the recovering fusion. Simply by her gaze being locked on the pillar impaled in the Giant's back, Proto Mouse knew his job. Rushing in, the amalgamation's eyes locked onto the bare groin of the enormous opponent, before sailing a powerful fist into it.
"GROOOOOOAGH!" The Giant screeched again and bent double, shaking Ruby free from her perch and sending her plummeting. Switching her grip, Ruby hammered the blunt edge of the buster sword into the end of the pillar, knocking it through the monster's chest like a nail and pierced the earth with it. Landing in a heavy crouch and quickly retreating to the cave wall, Ruby, along with her four teammates, watched the Giant uselessly flail on the spike that had weighed it down for so long.
"Alright. We're nearly done here." Ruby panted, holding her buster sword in a simple backhand stance - much like she had seen her own Uncle Qrow use. "We can finish this!"
Quote:600 Words Exactly
Side Note: Proto, do with the pillar what you wish XD You could leave it there for Spirit to deal with or make it easy for him and have the Giant remove himself from his awkward position.
Re: Day 1 Evening - Simon - 02-11-2016
Quote:Before the Face to Face, several hours earlier...By the time he'd nearly pinned down the box thief, the devil hunter had been led well outside of the city and up to a major crossroads. And here Dante had been concerned over the decision to pursue possible power or not- now chance had gone and made a choice for him, it seemed.
The Son of Sparda considered the worst part of this all as he flattened himself against an errant tree several meters away from the road: the justification for it all, or an apparent lack thereof. Had he, a Nephilim infected with an embodiment of chaos, really gotten so attached to this box within the last 14 hours that several miles of following some squirt in the dark was absolutely worth getting it back? To most people with a general grasp of how sanity worked, Dante quite resoundingly appeared as someone who didn't have all his screws tightened, in a manner of speaking.
Those hypothetical people probably had a point. Only in this moment, as Dante squinted through the star-lit cover of night to survey his box-napper convening with some other muddily-looking silhouette, did he consider that he might be losing it. "It" being his sanity, or his box?
...Case in point. No wonder the Hollow was getting frustrated- it had to embody the darkness of potentially the strongest genetic hybrid to ever exist, only for him to get vengeful over a cardboard container.
Fuck it. Let's play along, then...
Oh, no you don't-!
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"Excuse me."
Ninja and Final Boss looked up in unison, following the sound of the strangely suave voice. A figure, tall and dark (by virtue of the night obscuring him), stepped forward to make his presence fully known. The man's hands were empty and unfurled at his sides, and a slender yet strong frame carried him sharp as a spire; while his silhouette carried no essence of a weapon, this newcomer held his form with such pride and security that it was nigh-impossible to assume he couldn't have some trick up his sleeve.
"I think you have something of mine-"
"Are you kidding me?" Ururu bleated out loud, about up to her neck in exasperation over what she was hearing from the dark shadow. "What could I have taken that was so important to you? I bet it isn't even yours in the first place, smart-ass!"
A second passed where no one spoke. Desco, unsure of the stranger's intentions, steeled herself and Yogsothoth regardless, looking to her friend for a judgement call.
"What was that?" The silhouette replied after this moment, playing exactly the smart-ass that the young ninja made of him. A shining bead of red gleamed to life where his uncovered eye would be, and his voice dropped one note darker as he spoke, "It sounds like that attitude of yours needs a shallow burial."
A crack of lighting sparked off in the distance, revealing for a brief instant the features of each present. The half-blood mercenary, from his white streams of hair to the tattered tails of his devastated blood-red coat. The artificial demon, clad in a scaly purple with yellow globes of eyes and a Lovecraftian implement at her back. The desperate and ragged-looking young ninja, dirty beige hair drooping over her emerald irises and lightly-tanned skin. All at once, they began to recognize each other.
"Desco won't let you hurt Ururu-!"
"No, hang on- I recognize this guy. We've seen him before!"
"Oh, have you now?"
"You know this mystery guy? Is he a ninja, too?"
"Well, I don't exactly know him- but we saw each other at the fair! In that incident with the Grumpy Green Giant, remember?"
The hell is up with these babies...!?
For god's sake, they're just children, cut it out!
"Oh, Desco remembers! You helped us, guy!"
"Yeah... so just what the hell is your problem? You protect us one moment, but try to fight us the next? Just what's happened to you, huh?"
"Ururu is right! Friends don't hurt each other!"
We are not friends! I am going to fucking kill you all-
GET OUT OF MY HEAD!
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"So... you never did answer my question," Ururu mentioned vaguely to Dante. The macabre trio, having made up and introduced each other to some degree, now all sat under the canopy of a tree for a moment's reprieve from the world.
Dante remained silent for a moment, then replied, "Which one?" The girl wasn't entirely sure whether or not she had intended to guilt-trip the mercenary into helping them, but he seemed to temporarily accompany them nonetheless. And, thankfully, the tall man seemed to have forgotten about whatever item he had lost to the ninja.
"What happened to you?" Ururu spoke, as more of an intended question than a rhetorical one. "I mean, you seem a lot different than when I saw you in Camelot." The Son of Sparda sighed, and the shinobi found it difficult to distinguish why exactly. Maybe dread over having to explain, solemnness regarding whatever it was, or maybe some relief over the opportunity to vent his mind.
"Where do I even start?"
Re: Day 1 Evening - Victor Wolfe - 02-11-2016
The assassin looked in the direction his enemy had fled, slight drops of blood giving him satisfaction a sadistic smile growing across his face, he almost set off to chase him down but decided against it, he did not want to lose his bearings and run into anyone stronger. Besides something else needed to be taken care off. His stomach rumbled loudly almost in response to the girls. Snapping out of the blood lust the assassin laughed until it hurt to laugh. “Well looks like we have the same idea in mind"
Victor looked at the new girl, she was pretty with her good figure and long red hair and did not seem to harbour any malcontent towards either of them, almost too innocent for this kind of game, what a cruel deity the smiling one was. However when her help was needed she did a great job at hurting the knife ear. Victor smiled warmly at her "Good work with that skirmish, it was hilarious and satisfying to see someone like him get some justice carved into him"
Staring hungrily at the goat for a moment Victor almost drooled at the thought, he had not eaten since before the temple. "I can try and make us a fire, although we should keep it small, don't want to attract too much attention. I will collect the fire wood. You two can discuss plans, the future, New Babylon, whatever you want but try and have the goat ready for when I get back." Victor nodded to the ninja and redheaded girl, before walking towards another dead tree a good bit away from the others.
Looking under his shirt the assassin winced at the bruise, he now had confirmation that his healing rate was back to that of an average person. The assassin panicked at first before giggling madly "Well guess I will use the wounds I collect as, motivation! I will push myself to the limits of my body and every scar and bruise will push me, for everyone I get I want to inflict ten times worse to the ones that gave it!" Victor started up the hat with a flex of his fingers, the blade spinning menacingly. "Let’s just hope the opponents hear are actually worth killing, and the artefacts worth gathering. This event is shaping up to be extremely, thrilling!" Victor stated in sadistic glee.
Putting the hat to the tree the surprisingly sharp and durable blade sliced through the wood like his knives through flesh. He cut the wood into small pieces imagining that the larger ones were his many potential victims. The talking dog, the mouse, the child robot and last but not least Jak Mar. As he thought of his rival Victor noticed that with each swing the bruise on his chest was being stretched and thus stung. The minor annoyance built up until the assassin snapped, swinging wildly at the Jak Mar block of wood until it was almost all saw wood. Coughing and wiping himself of Victor regained his composure. Picking up the logs of wood he joyfully made his way back to the camp to prepare a fire where they could cook their food, converse and plan the winning of the little game.
Re: Day 1 Evening [M for language] - Jak Mar - 02-11-2016
The beast that was Jak bent down ripped meat out of the almost-innocent looking goat. Innocence didn't matter when you were just trying to survive.
Jak almost made it a point to slam the ground in frustration. He had to pay for Daxter's mistakes.... WHY?!
It made him angry.
Jak the scapegoat
The constant finger pointing in his direction, the angry looks, the blood, the hatred, the names...
Why the fuck should he care?
He scraped the ground in frustration and squeezed it in his hands.
Was this insanity? Going in circles?
The thickness of the tension surrounding him could be reflected in the dark eco sparks flying off his body.
As the greenish blonde haired man took the time to finish his meal raw, he covered his wounds, dressing him with a piece of his wasteland clothing. This is not the way Jak would of expected to fight,
A ripped clothing hero...
A Wastelander Prince..
Jak cried out "Fuck this world, I don't want to be the hero anymore. "
How embarrassing..
Re: Day 1 Evening - Proto Man - 02-11-2016
Was it wrong for him to feel thrilled with this rush?
Proto Mouse dodged around one of the giant’s flailing strikes and took a moment to catch his breath. His cybernetics weren’t functional—something he anticipated given Blues’ situation—but he wasn’t bothered. He didn’t need a targeting reticule to tell him to bludgeon the giant monster until it stopped trying to smash them. He didn’t need gauges or measurements to guide his movements.
The girl—Ruby—had stunned the creature with a blow from a blade that seemed too large for her young hands. Despite its size, the giant had been momentarily incapacitated, and as it struggled to liberate itself with one large hand, its remaining hubcap-sized hand swiped angrily at its attackers.
A collection of melee assailants, the quartet kept their distance, knowing that none of them wanted to risk putting themselves within the range of those desperate swings.
With a feral howl from the strange, black pit that served as its visage, the creature wrenched itself free from the wall and lurched toward the assembled primes. As it moved, the giant closed his right hand around his left wrist. Proto Mouse winced as the lumbering, faceless creature effortlessly tore off its right arm without skipping a single beat in its soulless march toward the quartet.
Wielding the limb like a gruesome club, the giant lashed out with a horizontal swing. The rodent’s augmented muscles operated faster than his peers, and he managed to leapfrog the club’s path as his allies either dove back or absorbed the impact.
Metal boots clicked back down on the cave floor, and with a grunt, Proto Mouse leapt forward. Before he could close the distance, the makeshift club arched down from above. Another quick redirection took him out of harm’s way as the weapon crashed into the ground with enough force to splinter the floor of the cavern and liberate a few fistfuls of dust and shards from the ceiling.
Proto Mouse scrambled to his feet as his allies likewise regained their bearings. The cyborg rushed to closer the gap. As he did, another swing came, but this time, he had it telegraphed. With a smirk, he dropped down and slid forward on his shin pads. As he leaned his head back, the limb passed a few inches over the tip of his nose with an emphatic whoosh that caused his ears to flutter.
By the time his momentum wore out, Proto Mouse lunged up and smashed his helmeted skull into the belly of the giant. The impact was enough to shatter the guardian’s momentum, and in that fleeting moment of weakness, Ruby and Belle were upon it—their weapons lashing out with hapless abandon as they tried to keep their opponent from mounting a counteroffensive.
Despite the assortment of chops and blows that rained down on its faceless mass, the giant failed to relent to the onslaught. If anything, the fervor of the assault seemed to stir something inside of its gray form. It lashed out with its club, catching its three attackers and batting them aside as if they were dust on a fan blade.
With a swift motion, the guardian slammed its removed arm back into its socket. Rejoined joints cracked and popped for a few brief moments as they settled back into place, and after a final flex of its oversized fingers, the giant sprung forward. Quick blows scattered the group again, and despite the odds—or perhaps in spite of them—Proto Mouse was back on his feet and rushing into the belly of the beast.
Re: Day 1 Evening - Clownpiece - 02-11-2016
Knowing full well that it would take him an obscene amount of time to get his improvised bandages anywhere close to a knot, Somerled took Amaterasu up on her offer. Feeling must be a double-edged sword, the monster thought. Lacerations and broken bones would hinder and hurt in ways he had never known. At the same time however, it would be nice to be able to do all these precision actions without taking half an hour at a time, like buttoning up his shirt. It took fifteen fucking minutes to do it and what he’d get at the end of the day? Dead. He might as well have not even bothered. Hell, it wasn’t even the end of the day, it was two hours fucking later. God damn squirrels...
“Thanks,” Somerled thanked her again, casting his gaze back to the forest they had come from. Above that forest, ominous black clouds hung, raining fury down on any unfortunate soul who happened to be a part of it. Weaker, grey clouds spread all across the sky even further than the storm did.
“The butterfly effect!” the monster said excitedly, grinning ear to ear. Winds raced outwards, across the fields of grass, stirring it up magnificently. “The smallest action can spur on massive events. If you don’t mind waiting, stirring up something as simple as that storm wouldn’t take that much power.” Too bad the sun wasn’t on the other side of the storm, Somerled thought, it would have turned the sky a beautiful green. “I’ve caused more powerful storms with a breath!” He bragged, “I bet this silly little magician with his half-rate magic was too impatient for that. He probably just brute-forced it. No finesse.” His tone grew sharper. “Everyone I’ve seen try their hand at weather magic. It’s all the same! Why can’t they just appreciate the probabilities! The cascade to the storm is just as awe-inspiring as the storm itself. Not to mention you can put so much less energy into cascading into one than by just brute-force creating it. And then they don’t even bother to learn about clearing it all away! It’s arguably more impressive too! Storms can run their natural course and all, but if you can forcefully clear the skies, then it’s truly a testament to your power. But no, everyone needs to spring for thunder and lightning.” The monster’s rant came to a brief pause as he stopped to catch his breath.
What was originally intended to be a moment’s pause grew even longer as Somerled realised he’d probably just said what could would qualify as ‘way too much’.
“Uh... Sorry...” he apologized, trailing off. He quickly spun back to face the ruins of the city. “Alright! Ruined city!”
Re: Day 1 Evening - Makoto Yuki - 02-11-2016
My blond companion threw his strange weapon at the beast, while letting loose a furious war cry. The green shell soared through the air, landing squarely between the blinded behemoth's defective eyes in the middle of its armored skull. The force of the blow flung the beast's head to the side, stunning it for a handful of precious seconds. I made sure not to waste this rare opportunity provided by my teammate, and flung as many stones as I could from my weapon at the least armored part of its body I could identify, an exposed gouge in its side, bloodied and burned by the effects of my companions' earlier efforts.
My arms had long since become numb from the endless process of repeatedly loading and firing the slingshot, the unassuming device had surprisingly proven its worth when my aim struck true and I managed to take the guardian's one remaining eye out. Enraged at the loss of one of its senses, it flailed and thrashed trying to detach the stubborn psychic from his perch atop its back, as well as stop me or the blond hero from capitalizing on its sudden disadvantage.
While I wasn't bad with a bow, my slingshot skills were only slightly above atrocious, and I was forced to take quantity over quality as a I let loose a hail of jagged stones and sharp rocks. For every two shots that bounced harmlessly off the beast's armored torso, only one struck true against its debilitating wound, even so, that was acceptable, as every hit shook its colossal frame with pain, eliciting tormented howls from its maw.
The creature had had enough, it turned to face the source of its latest woes, protecting its exposed side and offering in exchange only a gargantuan, armored skull. It advanced towards me with lumbering steps, the very earth beneath my feet shook as it charged headlong at me. My reflexes, dulled as they were by my injuries, couldn't get me out of harm's way quickly enough as one of the beast's legs clipped me in my frantic attempt at dodging. My body was flung a fair distance before embracing the rough ground, agitating the wounds caused by the white haired demon. A whimper escaped my lips as my nerves were lit on fire for the umpteenth time that day.
Another ghastly shriek rung in my ears, as the green clad hero once again hurled his similarly colored weapon at the monster with the force of a cannonball, and the the psychic resumed stabbing at its exposed flesh. I forced myself to raise my head off the floor, and to flip over to my back and ready my slingshot, I couldn't let my equally stubborn companions hog all the glory now, could I?
Re: Day 1 Evening - The Spirit - 02-11-2016
CHALLENGE
THE LAST GIANT VS. RUBY, WEISS, PROTO MOUSE, BELLE
THE LAST GIANT VS. RUBY, WEISS, PROTO MOUSE, BELLE
The Giant hunched it’s back before releasing a vibrating groan to the rest of the room. The rage he felt for humankind was so great that he would destroy everything before him. They mercilessly wiped out his entire race, so he will do the same for those who dare try to finish him off. The group of primes ran towards the giant, each carrying their unique weapon.
The Giant brought up his massive fist before smashing it into the ground causing the ground to quake beneath them. Cracks spread throughout the ground, each primes falling to their knee except one. Weiss jumped high in the air, with rainbow colors in her hand solidifying into a solid rapier that began to glow with white runes. She ran through the air with amazing speed, cutting her rapier deep into the Giant’s chest, adding another weapon into his already extensive collection. Blood spurted from the wound, and as it landed, plants began to sprout from the ground. Pain shot up through the guardian’s body, reminding him of his battle wounds from long ago.
Red. Red was all the giant could see. As the prime landed on her feet the Guardian rose his foot and quickly stomped down upon her. Weiss’s eyes widened in fear for a second as she tried to run away from the massive foot that was about to crush down upon her. She attempted to run, but the Giant’s foot caught her leg, breaking all the bones in it. Weiss cried out in pain as the rest of the primes got to their feet.
“WEISS!” Ruby cried out as she saw her friend writhing in pain. Ruby’s body began to glow a faint red, her eyes glossing over to a faded white. She would not tolerate her friends getting hurt. The buster sword began to have a faint red shadow of a scythe that Ruby is all too familiar with. “AAAGH!” She screamed as she charged into battle.
Proto Mouse got up from the shaken ground, his body changing. Proto Mouse’s body was notably taller and looked much more mature than before. He too charged at the massive Giant with the shaken Belle following close behind. The Giant raised his foot once more to finish off the pest but was soon distracted as a large bout of pain rose from his thigh, Ruby’s swing cutting off his entire leg. The limb fell like a tree and the Giant fell to the ground, the earth shaking as he made an impact. A roar came from his faceless form who quickly grabbed Ruby and slammed her down upon the ground, an uneasy crack was heard as she landed. Mickey however, wouldn’t let the Giant follow up on the attack. The Robotic Mouse jumped in the air and kicked the Giant’s head into the ground.
Belle came up as with her pink crowbar and jumped, stabbing his head with the dull crowbar. His roar became more panicked as the Giant began to feel his strength leave him. With his hand, he easily bat away Belle, her head hitting the wall and knocking her unconscious. He had to take care of one opponent now. The Giant grabbed his dismembered leg and without hesitation swung down with all his might towards the Robotic Mouse.
The Mouse had just finished drawing a heart in the air before slamming his hand into the ground, forcing a blue barrier to pop in front of him. The leg slammed into the wall, it’s enormous force caused cracks in the barrier and the earth began to tremble beneath it’s power. The wall dug into the ground, holding off the giant’s leg until the barrier cracked, having the giant smack Proto Mouse with whatever momentum it had left.
Ruby got up from her fall, her pain meaningless if her friends got hurt. This giant would die today! She screamed and charged at the Behemoth, her blade trailing behind her. She jumped into the sky before slamming down the blade into the Giant’s back, a genuine scream of pain and terror surfaced from the Giant. He grabbed Ruby with his hand and held her to his face and began to crush her.
“Finish Buster” The Giant looked to the left and saw the Cybernetic Mouse charging up a powerful blast. Ruby managed to jump out of his grasp as the beam of energy crashed into the Giant, spraying his blood across the room.
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All that remained of the Giant was a large tree, vaguely shaping the giant’s form. In the middle of it a shield, emanating with immense power.
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THE LAST GIANT- DEFEATED
The Shield is there for Proto Mouse, one of you may take it.
Weiss got stomped on and has a lot of broken bones in her leg- 9 DMG
Ruby has some broken ribs and and her back slightly hurts- 6 DMG
Belle has a major concussion and is bleeding heavily from her head- 7 DMG
Proto Mouse feels dizzy from the smash- 2 DMG Each
Weiss used T1 Offensive White -1 SP
Proto Man used T1 Offensive Finisher Buster -1 SP
Mickey Used Potara Earrings - 24 IC CD
Mickey used T2 Defensive Yellow Kingdom Hearts -2 SP
Proto used T2 Power Up Overclock -2 SP
Ruby used T1 Power Up Eclipse Rage -1 SP