Kazuya watched on as the figure walked out of the portal as every single armed guard in the room formed a concave in front of the invader, mostly wanting to get a good look at whatever he was about to riddle with bullets.
[color=9f2b68]"All units, Fire on my command..."[/color] He firmly ordered as Violet was the first one to act, if by act, you mean, hide under his desk, peeking out only as the Invader appeared. "....Ohhh, Phew, I thought it was going to be some monstrous demon or something!" He nervously laughed, though he went silent as Kazuya shot him a deadly glare.
[color=9f2b68]"Attention, Demon. You have intruded on a G-Corporation Mobile Outpost. All these soldiers are under my command. I am giving you one warning to crawl back to whatever fire-ridden cesspit you crawled out of before I send you there myself..."[/color] He warned as he as he raised his hand, ready to give the order to fire as a few soldiers nervously exchanged glances and edged backwards...
[color=9f2b68]"...What the hell are you talking about?..."[/color] Kazuya asked as his standing forces were quickly dealt with, most of his highly trained units now either wounded or scattered by demon fire, a fair few of them moving to drag their downed comrades to safety (Or at least away from the attacker).
Violet meanwhile was clearly shaking as he trembled under his desk, quickly glancing around before bolting for the safety of one of the parked VTOLs in the hanger.
However, when it seemed like the attacker was here for Kazuya, he was helpful to say "Kazuya, I think she just wants to date you. Maybe if you go out for dinner or some-"
[color=9f2b68]"..."[/color] Kazuya didn't answer, his glare certainly did though. "...Shutting up."
Realizing that it was pretty useless to throw more men at this attack, he motioned for his remaining forces to stand down, a few of them looking rather relieved to do so.
[color=9f2b68]"I have to ask, is suicide a popular past-time where you are from? Because it's death you are welcoming, then I am more then glad to provide."[/color] He said before rushing into action, vaulting over the console he was standing at and dashing towards the enemy.
Once he was within range, he started his offensive by suddenly jumping high above his target and trying to connect with a large leaping axe kick.
[color=9f2b68]I knew setting up on this flying madhouse was a bad idea...[/color] Kazuya thought as he went about trying to avoid the incoming wall of fire, He knew that random attacks were always an issue on this airship, but this was not had he had in mind.
Either way, he quickly side stepped before preforming a quick wall run to avoid getting burned, though a few embers lingered on his combat outfit.
Once he had his opening, he was quickly back in this so called "Queen's" face, opening up with a hard right to her jaw followed by a low kick aimed at her knee joint in order to try and cripple her movement.
All the while, the remaining soldiers were doing their best to try and put out the loose flames her attacks were putting out before they had a chance to fry their computers and equipment, though a few of them were cheering on their boss.
Seeing how if he lost, they were would most likely be next.
All the while, Violet was trying to sneak out of the hanger before he got burned, muttering "Ohhhh, The crew is going to be so pissed when they get back..."
She came up to him, placing a hand firmly on his cheek. "Time has passed for eons .. and now, you're here before me, great sover-"
Before she could finish, she felt her hand get grabbed as she was pulled in harshly, followed by her face impacting against Kazuya's forehead as he headbutted her, knocking her to the ground as the smoke-screen cleared, as well as a painful "Ohhhh!" from the guys who were watching, that look like it hurt!.
[color=9F2B68]"You seem to be under the false impression that I care. From my point of few..."Nadalia", I see a danger to this world and myself trying to lure me into a trap with meaningless tales of false prophecy. And, not be rude, but your requests are rather low on my list of priorities..."[/color] He calmly explained as he wiped some blood off his face, most likely having busted her nose with that impact, before pressing two of his fingers against the side of his head, causing a powerful red glow to appear in his right eye as the sound of power charging could be heard.
[color=9F2B68]"Now, I am a busy man..."[/color] He began to explain before placing his foot on her neck, using his weight to keep her down.
[color=9F2B68]"You can either surrender or die. Either way is fine by me...Just make up your mind soon, I have another operation I need to be overseeing right now..."[/color] He warned as his gaze was fixed on her head, as if targeting something.
Meanwhile, his remaining standing forces moved in to back him up as the moved in on her downed form, one of them attempting to get her blade while the others kept their aim trained on her head, REALLY hoping that she would just make it easy for them and give up...
"You hear their cries, don't you? What do you feel about the agony of your people, great sovereign?"
Needless to say, the sudden arrival of several demonic minions was not what Kazuya had in mind as his forces were quickly taken down in large numbers by the haunted armors.
[color=9F2B68]"...Fall back! FALL BACK! ALL UNITS EVACUATE THE HANGER! SET UP DEFENSES DEEPER INTO THE SHIP! MOVE!"[/color] He shouted to anyone still standing as they quickly fled the scene, granted, they were the most highly trained and brave of all of G-Corp's military, this was clearly not something they were trained to deal with.
Kazuya meanwhile took it upon himself to engage the armors and Nadalia, which made the Iron Flesh spell all the more annoying.
[color=9F2B68]"You...Are going to regret this..."[/color] he growled in anger and annoyance as he went to engage the armors first.
Pressing his fingers to his head, he fired off several red hot laser beam from his right eye, cutting cleanly though Nadalia's minions, though he was quick to grab one that had attempted to strike from behind, twisting it's arm before following up with pair of kicks to it's head. (Visual)
Once he had thinned her minion's ranks, he then charged forward with a powerful combo, hoping to crack her armor. (Visual)
Violet meanwhile was watching on as the battle quickly went south (Though that implied that it went anywhere else to begin with), taking time from his escape attempt to shout "OH FOR THE LOVE OF GOD KAZ, JUST SAY YES! YOU'RE ONLY MAKING IT WORSE!".
Unluckily for our fabulous friend, his "Advice giving" distracted him from the armor that he walked right into, causing him to stumble back onto the floor in fear. "WAH! NO! PLEASE! I'M TOO PRETTY TO DIE LIKE THIS!" He cried as he put his hands up in surrender.
[color=9F2B68]Kazuya[/color] | G-Corp workers/Violet | Melethia | Nadalia
Location: Currently occupied Hanger | Rising Dawn.
Two Steps from Hell - Strength of a Thousand Men [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GGcIkqPTHo0]
Throughout all of the fight Melethia had been observing Nadalia's fight in a ceiling vent above the Hangar to get an idea of what they were going up against, and she noticed a few important things. After all, even if Kazuya bandied about that this was his ship she still had every right to be here, and to be honest she thought his fighting style lacked a certain amount of finesse.
The most obvious thing was the first point: She was a mage, possibly a fire sorceror if her gut was right. She would be a bit better off with her armor giving her some resistance to fire, but as a stereotypical rule of thumb they got impulsive. The way with words also hinted less at her being a schooled mage.
After that, she noted her next point: This Fire Sorceror also had a spell to toughen her skin a great deal. She did have her Nightforge Blade [http://i1226.photobucket.com/albums/ee403/TajuhDDO/ScreenShot00052_zpsd82f2d3a.jpg] which would be her best bet at punching through that as there wasn't many materials it couldn't leave a mark in, and her kukri [http://i1226.photobucket.com/albums/ee403/TajuhDDO/ScreenShot00021_zpse5072903.jpg] was just about as good at piercing through armors thanks to the material and the acidic coating, although she wasn't banking on the added keeness to allow for bleeding.
Finally, she noted that as a caster there was a high chance that the sorceror had her focus entirely on Kazuya, and one well-timed strike to the flank might be what was needed to mix this fight up.
And thus, when the woman conjured what she believed to be a [footnote]Basically, really amped up and casted in the blink of an eye[/footnote] Maximized Empowered and Quickened Fireball she removed the grating on the vent, drew her blades, and silently sprung on her from behind with the intent to drive the blades deep in the woman's gut. Even if it wasn't fully successful her precise timing could easily catch the woman unaware to secure some much-needed damage on the caster.
Bookie's Hideout- Ground level Boss, Edge, Cadolblog, Chris, David, Ares-U35, Katya, Azan, Storm, Slindis, Ton Ton, Big Goon
Slindis noted the second Elite Soldier and focused on making herself invisible again through one last Shadow Fade before focusing intently on a strike to the man's knees to cause him to fall, then following up with an elbow lock to wrench the weapon out of the man's hands. The placement of the strikes and the lock also made the football gear's protection useless, but at the same time she would be deep in the gangsters. At least her ambush would stir up a lot more confusion in the ranks, something which could be used to rally and make another push.
Bookie's Hideout - Silos - Angelus, Caim, Devon
Angelus's rather blunt reminder caused the Bard to chuckle awkwardly, since she hadn't used the advised skinn in a while. [color=00c863]Well, I kind of feel like a fool... Might as well try again.[/color] Although the attempts were crude, she was able to blow away enough of the gases to clear up their area as well as pushing one less aware guard off the building. [color=00c863]"Really going to have to work on that some more..."[/color]
Los Angeles: LA Docks: Rugal, Ella, Icarus, Teri, Dimitri, Garm Vs Diabs
Ella shook her head at the smoke, brushing herself off at the near death experience. "WOuldn't really say there was one, considering you did near cave that in on us. If you start talking, though, you might live here." The withering glare might clue Diabs that now might be a good time to talk, but the reaction from Teri might be an even better way to show this.
Needless to say, things could be going better in this engagement for Kazuya as that Iron Flesh spell seemed to be working about as well as he feared.
[color=9F2B68]"[sub]Tch, why does this have to happen now of all times?...[/sub]"[/color] He mumbled under his breath as she went on and on about him being some kind of king or something, first solid lead he had gotten on Bison and his ilk in years and this ***** just had to show up.
Either way, he didn't have much time to dwell on it as a rather nasty looking fireball went his way, prompting him to leap out of the way as it raced past, consuming much of the command center that his men had spent most of the day setting up as well as generally wreaking everything it touched.
While he got lucky, there was still going to be a fair bit of burnt fabric that would have to be fetched out of this skin (Tch, doesn't she know how hard it is to find Purple Camo?!). "Please, do not resist fate. You have great purpose, let it not go to waste."
Discarding his now burning vest, leaving him topless, he then answered [color=9F2B68]"You can't maintain this attack. Even Demons have their limi-...!!!"[/color]
He trailed off as he spotted a figure drop down behind Nadalia before attempting to stab her in the back, quickly realizing who it was.
[color=9F2B68]The hell is she thinking!?![/color] He thought, least until it sunk in that she was giving him an opening (Damn brat must have been watching the whole time) and by god he was going to make the most of it.
Moving in quickly on the Queen, he went straight for the skull with his next attack, a violent right hook followed by a brutal left.
Before she could counter again, he went for an uppercut to launch her into the air as the shadowy aura of 1 black wings formed around his shoulders.
[color=9F2B68]"NOW GO TO HELL!"[/color] He violent shouted before following up with another eye blast, aiming for center mass before she hit the ground. Visual
Violet meanwhile watched on, though he was pretty concerned for Melethia's safety, granted, she was most likely more adept at combat then he was, but it always worrying to see someone in a fight for him.
Leaving the rest of the Soldiers to deal with that last armor, He slid on over to one of the downed soldiers, rooting though his equipment as he tried to find something of use.
Captcha: I like you! [color=9F2B68]"...Oh for the love of-" /)_-"[/color]
B3WP appeared to relax under the medical care of Miss Selmy and felt... relief(?)... that the Good Samaritan did not find it strange, or appear to find it strange, that the young human female was not injured from her recent run in with the Semi Truck. B3WP was finding it difficult to pay attention to Miss Selmy due to the thousands fold increase in communications signals traveling through the atmosphere at the Speed of Light.
With a inefficient shake of its head, B3WP quickly compiled a filtering program that would block the masses of useless signals until such a time as it would be given to time and opportunity to catalog the contents to the various signals.
"I'm Selmy," Miss Selmy said, "do you have somewhere to stay? It's dangerous here at night, even as quiet as it is we get sinners wandering in from San Jose."
Accepting the proffered hand before standing up, B3WP regarded the strange human female, making quick observations about her clothing, appearance and mannerisms. With Miss Selmy spiking on the probability charts of being local or at least having knowledge in regards to the area, B3WP chose its response to the young female's questions with the goal of finding a local guide.
"Irina," B3WP said, borrowing the Little Miss's sister's name, "Irina Rostikova."
As for the later question, Irina did its best to appear to be embarrassed in regards to the answer as it looked down at its feet while changing coloring of its cheeks to give it the appearance of being flushed from embarrassment.
"I... no... I just got into town and I... don't have any place to stay." Irina said as it simulated a tear running down its face, "Who are these sinners you speak of? Are they dangerous?"
The shattering sound tore through the air, even with the cutting blades of the helicopter in motion. Everyone seemed to stop, and gaze at the source of the sound as the space between lawn and ground grew higher. All authorities had known what happened. Merlin, whom had witnessed the same sound as the others around him, looked up. The helicopter started to grow smaller in his eyesight, as if it were just a fly. Yet his vision began to blur, and the sound around him dimmed as more explosive sounds were made, along with a high-pitch yell.
Pain.
Pain had started to throb within his chest, a pain as if someone had lunged a small dagger through him. Moving his hand towards the source, Merlin felt wetness on the palm of his hand. Bringing it up to his blurred eyes, all he saw was liquid crimson glint in the lowering sun. Taking in a sharp breath, it stopped with a low screeching sound. Giving a small smirk to himself, feeling the coughed blood trickle down his lip, Merlin finally decided to fall on the grass, witnessing the power of this era firsthand.
"Merlin!
"Merlin!"
Shorn yelled, running across the grass, missing the chance to catch his falling friend. Yet when Merlin hit the grass, it is as if he flopped onto a pillow. "Damn it, stop shooting!" He yelled to the aggravated agents, who immediately lowered the guns at the angry tone and order. All they could do was witness the helicopter flying away into the sunset. Soon, many other orders following, mostly to get the help that this master magician needed.
[HEADING=2]Hours later.[/HEADING] White Crib: Medical Unit.
The President paced, and not in his office as usual, but in front of the bed of the man who got shot. A face of concern for both his long-timed partner in crime and secondary Advisor. Grunting, he pulled up a bottle of brown liquid to his face and started to rapidly drain the bottle. Shorn was besides Merlin's bed, looking over the operation and medical performances carefully. This reminded him at the many times his own friends were on the edge of death, and this was no different.
While it hadn't ended with Nadalia face down dead on the ground, Kazuya was keen to take the draw given the amount of damage she had caused thus far.
Part of him wanted to keep going, but the last thing he wanted was to give Rugal something to rub in his face for being the guy who allowed the ship to be taken over while they were out doing his job for him.
[color=9f2b68]"....."[/color]
He then lowered his guard as he brought a slightly burned radio and ordered [color=9F2B68]"All units fall in. Hostile is now friendly...for now..."[/color] before turning his back on Nadalia and getting to fixing up the mess she had caused.
As he did that, he glanced back at Melethia, glaring at her as if he was annoyed at the fact she saved his as (Or that he needed to have his ass saved).
Either way, he went on to try and contain the fires that had broken out, breaking out one of the nearby fire extinguishers as his men moved slowly back into the hanger, avoiding the queen at first until they saw the regen effects her magic had on their wounds.
Violet meanwhile was about to get into the fight, though he instead got a fright when the knocked out soldier he was try to snag a weapon from woke up. "Whoa! Sorry, thought you dea-...*ahem!*...Ummmm...MEL! Are you okay? Are you hurt?" He then fussed over the elf, while it was common knowledge that Mel was a pretty good fighter in her own right, Violet never did get that memo and only saw a child.
White Crib: Medical Unit: Mr. President, Shorn, Merlin, [color=66023C]Pierce Washington[/color]
As the doctors of the Secret Service did their best to keep Merlin alive, Pierce was doing his best in regards to his "Promotion" as the acting Director, being tasked with finding where the last one was taken to.
So when he arrived, he clearly had a strained look on his face as he said [color=66023C]"...We found the chopper in the woods outside of the city. Bastards burned it, we got nothing Boss...I'm sorry..."[/color].
Not long after he said that, the President's phone began to ring, causing the whole room to go silent.
[color=66023C]"....uhhhh...You getting that, Boss?..."[/color] (Goddamn it Pierce)
When the President did look at it, it was Shaundi's number, though the french voice on the other end wasn't hers...
"Bonjour, est-ce le President? Reconsider your candidacy yet?..."
Kazuya was refusing to answer Nadalia's constant prattling about him being some kind of reincarnated king, all that he was thinking of was how he was going to get all this command center equipment repaired and how his LA operation was going thus far.
When one of his men asked if he was going to let this slide, he simply answered [color=9F2B68]"If you feel like throwing your life away, I won't stop you, but do it on your own time. Now get these fires out..."[/color] before shoving the fire extinguisher into his hands and returning to his post, overseeing a now busted operations room as the freshly healed soldiers began to clear the place up, keeping their distance from the Queen.
Violet meanwhile was paying attention to what she was saying, if only to make sure that he wouldn't have to worry about being smeared across the walls anytime soon. "...Soooo, you think that Kazuya is your "King"?...Ahhh, ummm, what makes you think he is who you say it is? I mean *Ahem* there are a LOT of souls on this earth..." He then slightly stammered, partly to find out if he had to worry about his boss becoming his monarch, but mostly to see if he was still in the running.
Clingy, fire spouting mass murdering queen aside, he figured he could do well as a king as he imagined all the nice crowns he'd have.
Is this really happening to me? Selmy blinked several times to help consolidate her thoughts. She gave Irina another once-over and pressed her hands against the bridge of her nose. Why do all of these outlandish things happen to me. God, what I have done to earn your ire... Have I not been a good follower of the faith? Selmy smiled weakly, brushing the tear from Irina's face. "Hooligans and vagrants mostly," Selmy looked around, the night was softly cool and the dust was settling on the construction site. Across the street the dull streetlights lit the town lazily, and the entire area seemed to be asleep. Though buildings ran lights, there were no people inside of the buildings, the entire town seemed to have a ghostly presence to it. Tonight is quiet enough though. Selmy pulled Irina to her feet, she was a bit taller than Selmy who was embarrassingly short for her age.
"I don't live around here, but I know a few good hotels around here I could check you into," Selmy started to walk toward main street, and pointedly the Loft, one of the newer lodging locations in the small industry city. In truth Selmy lived three miles in the other direction, easily within walking distance, but was reluctant to have guests over... she felt a little shame for her living conditions. Namely the absurd japanimation collection that dominated most of her living space. Lord forgive my vanity... "Follow me, we will be there in about forty moments."
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Deborah
I didn't like it. She seemed unnatural. Titania had shook her head at me, white wispy hair falling in cascaded around her pale thin shoulders. She never looked more sickly and pitiful, but at the same time she was never more alluringly exotic. She was so pale it seemed like her skin had become translucent, and instead of falling into a sallow pallor Titania seemed to glow white in the darkness of the room. I felt my heart flutter as I left, wrapping my blue cloak around my shoulders. I bounced up and down in my stride, feeling the familiar weight of my books and catalysts in their bags at my hips and chest. This girl, Irina, transplanted into this world by some author,she seemed unnatural. The way she acted just didn't sit right with me, even with the general strangeness of the realm's people. I opened the room door and strode down the hallway, hardwood floors below clacking against my boots. The air was wet, the first time in ages it seemed. Autumn rains had just recently blew through, leaving the city with a glistening sheen that reminded me of starlight.
The outside was cold, but I had a mission and I wore that with the same pride I use to call myself a magician.
Scanning area... identifying area. Area identified. Data storage inconsistent with current environment. Updating group information... updating complete. Moving toward target: Nanomachine sentient entity transplanted by observer - Dramatist. Approximate location identified. Deploying petals.
Eight wings of steel were created. They picked her up in the air. The sky swallowed her, pale blonde hair swaying behind her, tightly wound together; a sword at the end. The city sat still. The city shone with light. She found her subject. Then moved forward. A specter in the sky. She hailed him.
Murokumo Unit hailing Target with Cease and Desist Message.
"Be still and do not resist, or be terminated immediately."
Violet looked rather dejected when Nadalia basically ruled out any possibility of anyone but Kazyua being the monarch. "...Tch, some guys have all the luck..." He said without a slight bit of envy in his voice, nope, not a slight bit at all as he scrapped his plans for a Ocean Blue royal gown with a Emerald trim.
Kazuya meanwhile merely glanced over his shoulder as she walked up to him, really wishing that she would just go away.
[color=9F2B68]"If you are done, I have to rebuild now. I'm not sure if you realize it, but I am in the process of trying to track down some of my enemies. If you feel like..."Serving" your monarch, you would do well to aid in that endeavor..."[/color] He explained as he watched his men try to get the communication rig back up, it was hard to run a system check when all the keys were melted together.
[color=9F2B68]"And if you do wish to serve me, for the love of all that is holy, stop addressing me as a monarch. It serves only to annoy me..."[/color]
Bookie's Hideout- Chemical Processing Boss, Edge, Cadolblog, Chris, David, Ares-U35, Katya, Azan, Storm, Slindis, Ton Ton, Big Goon
The elite's takedown by Slindis did much to break though this last line of defense, even if it left her rubbing elbows with the goons that were shooting at her.
A few of them clumsily tried to bash her skull in with the butts of their weapons, but the sudden appearance of Blackharte's new form ensured that they were quickly dealt with before that could come to past.
With this last line broken, the ground forces now had free reign over the plant for the most part, especially as Katya managed to shut down her own hack to stop people from getting their faces burned off.
Doom was about to try that path, peeking over the corner at the end of the hall just in time to watch Slindis painfully break a few bones and Blackharte "Eat" 3 live humans, giving him all the reason he needed to NOT go that way, rushing down one of the other paths, hoping he hadn't been seen.
Storm meanwhile kept swinging as he was blinded, hitting nothing as he did while he stumbled down the flanking path towards the living quarters, his affected vision barely being able to allow him to realize he had moved at all.
While he was swinging, he did notice the storage room he had wandered into, with a few TVs and weights for the gang to use in their free time.
What was more important was that he saw a figure in a green cloak running past, seeming to pause for a moment as he saw him and began to run the other towards the restrooms.
Back with Boss, he was having a hard time being able to make sense of what was real or not, the Lizard with the foam finger was able to help him as all of a sudden, he was struck in the jaw with a metal pipe, the impact causing the world to go "Real" for a moment as the Lizard turned into a gangster before turning back.
All the while, the Gingerbread man began to rock candy from his blunderbuss (Even if it sounded more like an AK-47) as they hit Boss in the arm, mainly due to the fact the gangster was most likely as high as he was right now.
Finally, right before Wanderer fell from the vent, all the vats seemed to stop bubbling, quickly causing the mixture inside it to get a slight skin as the fumes stopped.
"Ey'....wo-turned off the fuzzie?" a drug addled guard asked as he leaned over and looked into the vat.
Thus, when Wanderer fell over, he landed on top of the guard, knocking him into the vat as the other one looked at him.
Once he picked himself up, the hazed eyes of the so called "Wasteland Messiah" saw what appeared to be the grim reaper looking back at him.
".....What?...." The reaper asked as he stood there, pretty high off his rocker and not really being able to process whatever he was seeing Wanderer as, seeing how his perception wasn't much better and he saw Wanderer as a talking pancake.
[color=004d]"OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD!"[/color] Doom kept exclaiming as he ran though the chemical plant as the last of the gangsters began to either flee the scene or at least surrender.
All he needed to do was get to a car, then he could give over to Max's place, Yeah, Max was smart, he could help him out!
But as he turned the corner, he watched as that mean guy who kept hogging all the chemical suits was KO'd followed by a few of his former "Peers" seemly get pulled into a dark void into nothingness.
[color=004d]"WAAHAHAHAHAHAAH!"[/color] He screamed as he ran, nearly tripping over himself as he did, actively sobbing as he felt more afraid then he ever had in his life thus far.
And that was before he saw what appeared to be a zombie with half his face burned off (Storm) stomping around the common's area.
In a sense of poor judgement, he went for the bathroom, locking the door behind him as if that would make a difference and pushing the trash can against it, buying him time to the total sum of 0.3 seconds.
Looking around the room, he realized that he just trapped himself, causing the last vessel of sanity to leave his mind as he fruitlessly kicked and slapped at the walls to see if there was some kind of hidden passage.
Once he failed to find one, he realized that this time was up, they were going to be here any minute now.
He slowed down a moment as he began to enter the "Bargaining" phase of his grief, prompting him to suddenly get down on his knees with his hands together in prayer.
[color=004d]"G-g-g-God?...I-i-i-ts your, er, old pal, Doc-....MISTER Doom...ohhhh....Look, d-d-doom knows that he's been a bad person, just-....come on man, they're going to get Doom! Doom doesn't want to die! He has too much to live for! I-i-i-i swear, I'm sorry for all the things that I've done, I'm not just saying that to be saved just....please....anything...
....
....Amen?...."[/color]
Los Angeles: LA Docks: Rugal, Ella, Icarus, Teri, Dimitri, Garm Vs Diabs
Diabs had a smug looking grin on his face as Ella demanded that he started talking. "Talking?....About what?..." He chuckled before taking a long drag and blowing it in her face and coughing slightly, most likely from some bruised internal organs.
"Save your patience, he's just a small fish in a big pond. Besides, I've just been talking to David, they've taken the plant this rat's friends have holed up in. Teri, give Icarus a quick patch up when you are ready. Ella, watch our friend here while I call our "Benefactor" for Evac." Rugal ordered his group as he brought up his PDA to contact the ship, setting up a video call.
"Kazuya, send one of the VTOLs over to our location. We got Diabs and we can to meet back up with the rest of the crew. Over-...And where did your shirt go?..."
[color=9F2B68]"...Ugggg...Just don't do anything without my say so..."[/color] Kazuya groaned as Nadalia seemed to make herself at home, much to his annoyance and the annoyance of the surviving soldiers as they began to out the last of her fire when Rugal's Evac call came in. "Kazuya, send one of the VTOLs over to our location. We got Diabs and we can meet back up with the rest of the crew...And where did your shirt go?..."
Grumbling slightly, He opened his end of the line before answering [color=9F2B68]"I'll send one over soon. Keep your current position."[/color] "Naturally. So you aren't going to tell me then?...Is that smoke in the background?...Why is there smoke in the hanger?..." Rugal kept prying, resulting in Violet shouting from his desk "Oh, he just had a bit of a hot date in the hanger. Literally."
[color=9F2B68]"!!!....ETA: 5-10 minutes. Kazuya, out."[/color] He said before hanging up to cover his embarrassment.
[color=9F2B68]"...As for my enemies, I have a plan in place. All you should have to do is just follow my command. For now, You would do well to familiarize yourself with your new surroundings. I'm not about to spent half of my time teaching you how to use a computer..."[/color] He then coldly ordered, showing just how much he cared for his new "Bride".
[color=9F2B68]"...And someone get me a shirt!"[/color]
Getting up and quickly looking back at the vat, Wanderer thought he had just knocked a talking glass of grapejuice into it. Shrugging he turned to pick up his blade, only to be introduced to the most ugly monster he has witnessed. Then his bible knowledge kicked in, and his thoughts turned to the literal physical form of death. Screwing up his face in stress, he gave a hell-curling scream, as his hallucination turned into a more hellish version.
Pictures from the worse parts of his life assaulted Wanderer's memory. The memory of his swamp hallucination, where he saw his mother's bones, and the insults from all the bobbleheads. The memory of his father dying before his eyes, all due to the radiation from his miracle machine. Of course, the many, many deaths, that included all the torturous methods such as cannibalism, flaying, and mental assault. Of course, this drove the Wanderer's mind to overdrive. This finally allowed the chains to break once more, and the darker personification of the man came out.
Dark Wanderer opened his glowing red eyes, first he noticed that he was on his knees, gripping his hair. Looking up, he saw the Grim Reaper. Sighing, he muttered, "Coward." Getting up onto his feet, he still looked at the Grim Reaper figure, feeling some nostalgia to the feeling of death. "Sleep for now. Get better. I'll handle this." He said quietly to himself. Being the fearless side, Dark Wanderer walked up to the Reaper figure and punched him right in the face, not hard enough to make him a bloody mess, but enough to send the figure unconscious.
"God damn drugs. This is why I killed Dixon!" He ironically said, trying to find either an exit or something interesting.
And so God answered.
A black boot thundered through the upper restroom door.
Ironically, it wasn't God himself, but it is pretty damn close when an Angel's Soldier foot launches through your door.
Storm grunted in fury. His hand was away from his now half red face. Pulling his leg back from the door, he placed his hands on the remains of the kicked in door, and with his altered human strength he ripped it from the doorway and launched it backwards, slamming and breaking a television in the background. Luckily enough, whatever hallucination Doom was seeing, it wasn't attacking. The Spartan took a single look at the green cloak and grunted. "Doom?" He asked in a irritated, questioning tone.
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White Crib: Medical Unit Mr. President, Shorn, Merlin, [color=66023C]Pierce Washington[/color]
Quickly picking up the phone, The President heard the last voice he wanted to hear. "You french *****. Who are you working for ... my rivals?!" He said into the phone, his anger slowly taking him over. Since Pierce was almost damning himself for the promotion, Merlin had already picked up the phone to ask for a track on the call. "What ever you do, it is going to end badly for you ... even if all my friends are taken, I will be the one to kidnap you, and make sure you are crushed, by a monster truck!" The President said, now fully in his anger mode, reminiscing about his past rivals.
Bookie's Hideout- Chemical Processing Boss, Edge, Cadolblog, Chris, David, Ares-U35, Katya, Azan, Storm, Slindis, Ton Ton, Big Goon
Ton Ton gave a heavy groan when the goon finally fell down to his assault, and looked over to David and Edge, silently hoping his efforts weren't in vain, [color=15650D]"Mr. West? Mr. Edge? Are- are you two okay?"[/color]
David did finally answer the Tonberry's question once he finally pulled himself off the ground, holding his head as he did. "Ah, nothing some medical attention can't fix...That or a clean rag..." He answer as he winced as he bled from the back of his head.
Hearing a string of swears from both, Ton Ton's shoulders slumped in relief, [color=15650D]"Oh thank goodness..."[/color] and he began a power walk towards David. As he did so, he heard a groan from his pact partner, who began to lift himself up, "Tough big meanie, wasn't he? I almost thought he was about to crack my shell there... Is Mr. Ninja and David okay?"
As he approached, the Tonberry propped an arm around Cadobolg and gave a little nod, [color=15650D]"I-I think so..."[/color]
Bookie's Hideout- Chemical Processing Roof - Caim, Devon, Angelus
Caim looked down into the window, seeing the chaos unfold inside, and gave the Bard a dark smirk,
Code:
"How about we make use of some of your magics, hmn? It could be fun to scatter them about. Otherwise, I'm going in. Whether or not you follow is up to you."
With that, the blood knight kicked a hole in the glass and jumped down, readying his blade for some proper action.
Los Angeles: LA Docks: Rugal, Ella, Icarus, Teri, Dimitri, Garm Vs Diabs
[color=0E59E4]"Reggie!"[/color]
Teri gave the Archon a gentle hug when Rugal handed him off, her Aura reaching out to the tired, yet brave Archon among the party. In response to the embrace, the glowing ball of light gave a cough and weakly answered, [color=C0C000]"You're alright, summoner. If you get the chance, I'll send one of my Hound Archon friends your way. He may be of better service than I... I take it everyone made it out alright?"[/color]
Before Teri could answer, the Archon disappeared, the allotment of the spell ending. However, this did draw her attention to Garm and Icarus, who were a bit less worse for wear. As Rugal began negotiations with Kazuya for a pickup, the Cleric turned to Icarus side and directed her Aura Icarus' way as she began to take out her medical tools, [color=0E59E4]"Put down the tazer finger, Icarus. Garm and Ella can keep a close enough eye on him."[/color]
Garm, on the other hand, gave a huff at Icarus' assessment of his being, (his eyes still trained on their captured quarry) [color=365D60]"I am a wolf, and my name is Garm. My name may be a name after a hellhound-,[/color]
[color=0E59E4]"Queen Hel's watchdog. Lift your arm, Icarus."[/color]
[color=356D60]"That- Anyways, I"m nowhere near close to one. I don't like fire, for one thing. Or lots of heat. That burning building was way too much for my taste."[/color]
Los Angeles: LA Docks: Rugal, Ella, Icarus, Teri, Dimitri, Garm Vs Diabs
Icarus Could feel Teri;s soothing aura and relaxed a bit and let her approach with her tools his wings folded neatly behind his back, he then struggled to lift his arm grimacing that's when Diabs blew a puff of smoke into Ella's face, he snarled, and with barely a warning he zapped the cigar turning it into ash, he could feel Teri's disapproving look and lowered his eyes,
"Umm sorry, smoking's bad anyways." he said weakly not looking directly at her, He suddenly remembered his sister, typically she'd patch him up after a bad fight, his sudden memory of that made him lower his head and a single tear started to roll down his cheek remembering his sister. It didn't take long for him to realize it, he froze and awkwardly wiped his face as if trying to hide it.
"Umm Sorry about that Garm, I've seen a few dogs when I was younger It's just Well I encountered a hell-hound when I was younger, It saw me as food and it was the first serious fight I ever had by myself." he shifted and Teri noticed a leather necklace around his neck and under his tunic, without meaning to his other hand touched a piece on the necklace and Teri could see an outline that looked alot like the tooth from a dog.
Bookie's Hideout- Chemical Processing Boss, Edge, Cadolblog, Chris, David, Ares-U35, Katya, Azan, Storm, Slindis, Ton Ton, Big Goon
Inside The Factory
Okay... Boss thought, closing his eyes. I have at least two supernatural senses. This should not be a problem.
Reaching out with his para-sense, Boss felt...a great number of things, none of them he was able to immediately discern. Even with his eyes closed, he still saw the hellish...whatever it was that the drugs were making him see, even in his mind's eye; anything he 'felt' with his para-sense was just laid underneath the context of whatever he was seeing.
That was significantly less useful than I thought it would be. Boss thought, moving slightly to avoid being smacked with a foam finger. Maybe if I use my under-
Boss barely had enough time to register that whatever that was, it didn't feel like a foam finger before being smacked in the face with a lead pipe. His latent mental barrier absorbed most of the blow, but he still staggered backwards, reeling from the force of the blow. Strangely enough, for just a moment, he was able to see clearly; not very helpfully, he noticed that the 'gingerbread man' was not shooting 'rock candy', but actual bullets. Boss threw up a shield to deflect what he could, but not fast enough; several bullets hit him in the arm before he could react. Boss screamed in pain, despite himself.
Crouching down, and taking several deep breaths, Boss tried to think. OK, first thing's first; Boss thought. I'm useless here, at least for the moment. I have no idea how long the effects of this...crap will last, and until then, I'm a danger to myself, and I'm a danger to everyone around me. Boss took another deep breath. I have to let the others know about it, too, at least as much as I can. Boss nodded to himself. Yeah. That's what I'll do. Fall back and re-group.
And with a thought, Boss teleported out of the warehouse.
Outside The Factory
Edge slouched down next to David. He was...reasonably certain that he had been hurt very, very badly in that fall. Unfortunately, he wasn't able to properly focus through the incredible pain that he was in, and was unable to assess exactly how injured he was. "I...wouldn't mind...a little rain." Edge said, chuckling. "I'm...just gonna sit down here, if you don't mind." Edge said, slumping down. "Maybe shut my eyes for a bit..."
Edge closed his eyes, trying to shut the pain out. He needed to
"[color=00AD83]OH COME THE HELL ON![/color]" A shrill, high voice in the distance shouted. "[color=00AD83]CAN'T A RESPECTED PROFESSOR AT A PRESTIGIOUS UNIVERSITY GET SOME DAMNED SLEEP![/color]"
Tell me about it Edge thought. Peeking over the cover he had taken, he saw-
Name: Dr. Doctor Insano. No, really. That's his legal name
Age: 87 (physically in his mid-40's). He's from the future, but one of the first things he did (as soon as he was able) was create a serum that halted his aging.
Height: 6'0 (180 cm)
Weight: 140 lbs (63 kilograms)
Alignment: Neutral Evil Good. Probably. We know that he hated Ferris Bueller [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zGuT2fSDcIk] not because he took advantage of people, or because he was an evil jerk, but because he was an evil jerk who took advantage of people for no good goddamn reason, and that's back when he was still evil.
Eyes: Grey? Maybe? But he always wears goggles, so no one's sure.
Hair: Brown, with gray streaks.
Weapons: The Dubstep Blaster - A personal gift from The President (and a gross violation of the Geneva Convention) The Dubstep Blaster is an incredible weapon, capable of untold devestation, only checked by it's need to rechrge every now and again. So naturally the good doctor got rid of that. Not only does it fire indefinately, but can fire play anything from German power metal to Tiny Tim.
Super-Strength Gauntlets - Not designed by him, but he's made improvements. Power output is better now.
Besides that, Insano can come up with new weapons on the fly as long as he has some kind of resources to work with, and enough time. Not nessecarally a LOT of time; just some. If given thirty seconds, he could make a super-tazer out of a microwave, for example.
Powers: Does being intelligent enough to invent fucking time travel count as a superpower? Because it should.
Barring that, Insano can build just about anything, repair almost anything that's broken, and make improvements to anything that he hasn't already made.
In a pinch, Insano can attack people with his SCIENCE beams. This attack, however, has literally NEVER been effective in doing anything but stagger his opponents.
Weakness: Insano is not so much of a physical fighter. He has been repeatedly clobbered by an internet critic, for example. He can take a couple hits, but really, he's not a frontline fighter. Think of him as a squishy wizard type. Keep...keep him off the front lines, if you could. Thank you.
Backstory: ...to make a long and EXTREMELY condiluted story short, Doctor Insano eventually got tired of getting beaten up by literally everyone he knew and decided to try being a good guy. Which is why he's currently professor of MAD SCIENCE at UCLA.
Doctor Insano pointed The Dubstep Blaster at the gangsters and pulled the trigger. German Power Metal [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nUunegkN2FE] saturated the air as weaponized sound waves slammed into the various drug-addled attackers, flinging them into the air like ragdolls.
"[color=00AD83]TAKE THAT![/color]" Insano said. "[color=00AD83]AND THAT! I BET YOU REGRET WAKING UP THE PROFESSOR OF MAD SCIENCE NOW, DON'T YOU?[/color]"
Suddenly, Boss appeared in the middle of the firefight. "EVERYONE LISTEN!" Boss shouted. "DO YOU SEE THAT SMOKE? IT'S LACED WITH CHEMICALS THEY USED TO MAKE WHATEVER DRUGS THEY WERE MAKING, AND IT'S MAKING ME HALLUCINATE. ALSO, THEY HAVE PEOPLE CHAINED UP IN THERE. I CAN'T HELP BECAUSE I'M TRIPPING BALLS AND I HAVE NO IDEA WHO IS DOING WHAT." After saying his piece, Boss sat down in a lotus position with his eyes closed.
Doctor Insano walked over to the group, next to Boss. "[color=00AD83]Well that won't do.[/color]" he said. "[color=00AD83]I suppose as a reformed evil scientist, I'll have to do something about that.[/color]" Doctor Insano looked around. "[color=00AD83]Is there a car nearby? I might be able to make some kind of air purifier out of the engine. Doesn't have to be a car, but my experience is that they're lying around pretty much everywhere, like so much discarded trash.[/color]"
Mind you, Irina doesn't have feelings or emotions or anything other emotion, other than perhaps concern for its host and perhaps curiosity (a remnant of subroutine intelligence gathering leftover from its time as a combat enhancement prototype) but she it found the conversation with Selmy particularly stimulating. Having never spent more than a few moments with anyone other than Little Miss, Irina found Miss Selmy's mannerisms fascinating. Miss Selmy's proper use of the English language, her non-aggressive posture and her politeness were all concepts quite foreign to the nano-agent swarm and therefore quite engaging.
Irina caught itself staring at Miss Selmy for no apparent reason other than to wait for the next set of non-Little Miss like behavior. Well not really staring but Irina had been monitoring the various physical and vocal cues that indicated its subject's intent and emotional state. It was really quite thrilling.
"Follow me, we will be there in about forty moments." Miss Selmy said, walking towards their intended destination.
"Lead the way," Irina stated as it followed closely behind as to not appear "cr3@py," a status that Little Miss often bestowed upon those who were paying her too much attention, especially males.
If you were to ask your humble narrator, not that you would since no one ever pays attention to the narrator, had Irina not been ogling Miss Selmy and her non-Little Miss-like behavior and invested more processing cycles on paying attention to the fact that it was in a foreign world Irina might not have been taken by surprise but sure enough, the world went dark and Irina's gyroscopic sensory data showed that it had been lifted above the ground by an unknown assailant whose mannerisms were far less interesting to Irina.
"Be still and do not resist, or be terminated immediately." The assailant stated in a rather automated fashion.
How it was that the assailant was aware that Irina was a foreign entity in this world or how it was able to locate Irina in such a timely fashion was unknown. For all Irina knew, this was some sort of auto-immune like response that this world was armed with. What it did know was that it was at a disadvantage due to Miss Selmy's presence. This begged the question as to whether Miss Selmy was a lure for interlopers such as Irina.
Even as Irina went through a list of possible responses, it found itself less than willing to initiate protocols that would put the young woman in harm's way.
Code:
Response Log:
Initiate Response Alpha
[color=crimson]Error: Possible Civilian Casualty[/color]
Initiate Response Beta
[color=crimson]Error: Possible Civilian Casualty[/color]
Initiate Response Gamma
[color=crimson]Error: Possible Civilian Casualty[/color]
Initiate Response Delta
[color=crimson]Error: Possible Civilian Casualty[/color]
Initiate Response Epsilon
[color=crimson]Error: Possible Civilian Casualty[/color]
Initiate Response Zeta
[color=crimson]Error: Possible Civilian Casualty[/color]
Initiate Response Eta
[color=crimson]Error: Possible Civilian Casualty[/color]
Initiate Response Theta
[color=crimson]Initiating... stand by...[/color]
"Wh-what's going on here?! What're you doing to me?! Who are you, some sort of police person?! Let me go!!! I demand to see my lawyer! What the hell is going on here?! You've got the wrong person! Hello?! Who the hell do you think you are?! You're infringing on my rights! Just you wait until I see my lawyer! You'll be sorry!!" Irina yelled loudly from inside the steel barrier, fists banging on the metallic cage.
"I swear to God, I'll have your badge for this! I'll own everything you own and everything that your kids'll own... and their kids too!"
As far as diversionary tactics went, it wasn't Irina's finest display but seeing how there were microscopic gaps in the container and a blade would be ineffective at harming Irina, it didn't mind.
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Bookie's Hideout- Chemical Processing Ares-U35, Azan, Boss, Cadolblog, Chris, David, Edge, Katya, Slindis, Storm, Ton Ton, Big Goon
Watching the chaos unfold in front of her, Katya was reminded of the first Castle Siegs that her guild had embarked upon in Planet of SwordCraft, not so much in the fact that they were successful but more in the fact that they managed to succeed despite everyone going berserk and donning the mantle of Leroy Jenkins!!! The Young Hacker Heroine was more than surprised that no one had been given a lead sandwich with the bullet storm that the n3wbi3 gangsters had dished up.
All this excitement seemed to overwhelm the young woman who stood behind Ares-U35 for cover as she rubbed her temples as she felt a headache growing as the adrenaline that had been saturating her body finally ran its course.
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"Little Miss, there is something that you should be aware of. I've managed to track down th..."
B3WP started to say, its voice giving Katya an even bigger headache due to his proximity to her, or rather inside her.
"N0t n0w B3WP. K1nd@ bizzy," KatyR interrupted as she took stock on what was going on throughout the facility, thanks to a quick and dirty hack into the security camera network. It appeared that things were going well enough. There was someone strange running about the complex however, someone in a green cloak or cape or something ridiculous like that. B3WP chimed in once again.
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"But Little Miss..."
The Nano-Agent Swarm protested.
"N0. St0p. Yur g1v1ng m3 a h3dach3," Katya said before deactivating B3WP's vocalization programming. She remembered that the C00t13bru1z3rz had asked about someone named Doctor Doom and figured that someone ridiculous enough to call himself that might be ridiculous enough to run through gangland with a green hood and cape on. As she headed off in the direction of where the camera feed had originated, she spotted a discarded AK-47 that had been left behind by one of the Bookies. Grabbing it, Katya quickly pried the dismembered hand from the grip before running into the complex.
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