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Post by Admin Roc on Apr 10, 2012 16:52:49 GMT -5
The plan was relatively simple, in theory at least. Since it was rookie 'NOT' students that were being attacked, that would be the bait. A number of 'EAT' students had volunteered for this Mission; teams of two would be placed with groups from the 'NOT' class and told to act like new students to the school. Most teams were Weapon-Meister partners... ...but in one case, the 'EAT' students had absolutely no connection at all. Rick Fader and Ishida Sai couldn't have been more different at a glance. One was a solo Weapon, the other a Meister who hadn't yet found himself a partner. Both boys attended the school, but that was really where the commonalities ended. Still, someone in Shibusen had decided putting them on this assignment together was a good idea... but only time would tell. Most of the day had already come and gone with no sign of trouble. The sun was beginning to dip down towards the horizon as day gradually came to a close, casting long shadows and streams of fiery light across the buildings, streets, and walkways. Rick and Sai's group had spent the after-school hours socializing at some of the city's hot spots -- Deathbucks Cafe, an ice cream parlor, a local arcade -- without any issues and were now headed for a small basketball court that a lot of the student body frequented. But there was a surprise waiting for them when they arrived. Sai's Soul Perception would alert him even before the person came into view -- a fierce, fiery soul with an aggressive, hateful wavelength. But that could've simply been one of the school's students -- a glance at their destination suggested otherwise, though. The b-ball court had always had a colorful wall of graffiti in the background... and someone had apparently decided to add their mark. Spray can in hand, a tough-looking teen in torn-up jeans and a leather jacket turned to look at them as the group came within sight of the court. His black-and-red spiked mohawk and anarchy t-shirt made him look like he'd be at home in a punk rock band... but the half-finished image of a red spider behind him made it clear he was into a very different kind of "scene". Jet-black eyes glared at the approaching students, turning to face the group with arms folded across his chest and the half-outline of a chaos symbol tattooed across the right side of his face. "Well well," The renegade-looking youth tossed the spray can almost casually over his shoulder, a malicious grin stuck on his face. "More ****in' lambs to the mother****ing slaughter. Heh... this is gonna be fun." |
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Post by Ishida Sai on Apr 10, 2012 17:46:14 GMT -5
It almost felt like yesterday even after a few days being discharged from the infirmary. The bleeding and the cuts felt like mere memories except a visible scar was left over on the center of both his palm and the back of his hand. He can flex his fingers and punch as if it the results of the machete stab was nonexistent. Supposedly the health care at Shibusen isn't lacking. After all, meisters and weapons alike are risking their lives to combat the forces of insanity/evil. So, it's a given that medic care wouldn't be of low class. Good bye to the strong stench of anti-biotics...
Being sent on an assignment similar to the last seemed appropriate. As if he was being sent to finish up some loose ends. Curiosity and mere whim caused him to accept the task. With nothing much to do on that day, Sai decided to keep himself busy in accumulated enough money for the rent...
The teen met up with a Weapon, filling in as a separate combat partner for this mission. From what he has heard, from this individual, it was for sure that he won't be utilizing him as your average weapon. A tad disappointing on his part. The boy was hoping for a partnership, but the bluenette's form was too far from being within the norms of combat applications.
Their meeting... Was unsavory. Sarcastic and rude were two adjectives that would accurately describe him. Belligerent as well into the mix. But, Rick Fader wasn't that bad. Though as long as Sai kept quiet on his own person. Only speaking when needed including his own introduction. They meandered around the academy during the school times, explaining each other's capabilities so that they'd be prepared at some point with full knowledge of each other's abilities.
The duo continued to trudge around in the expansive area of Death City after school, starting their assignment. It felt like nothing much is really happening with every visit to a plethora of stores. Though, Sai couldn't say the same with his company with Rick. Perhaps, his aggressive behavior might be scaring off the culprits... Hopefully.
It didn't seem to be the case at their arrival at the basketball courts. The meister's newly strengthened soul perception detected a soul. Normally, he'd dismiss it like many others, but... The breathing and the frequencies giving off were no less than malevolent.
The owner of the said soul appeared like your average gangbanger from your average dilapidated streets of a suburban city. The attire, body structure, tattoos, and spray can in hand... They were all traits strongly supporting this "theory".
"That's a nice greeting there," Sai responded with both hands filling his pockets almost leisurely, "I suppose the last string of attacks are your handiwork. Yes? I'm sorry, but... You're coming with us."
As he says this, slowly, his fingers were reaching for the acupuncture needles within the pockets while still appearing relaxed and harmless.
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Post by Rick Fader on Apr 10, 2012 18:36:13 GMT -5
After his mission in Peaty Stream, Rick went on to train himself further. And while it had only been about a week since he came back and got rejected by Cin, he had made a breakthrough in his training. During one training session, he had noticed his Discharge had become stronger. Further examination confirmed that the ability as a whole had gained considerable strength. And despite the fact that his attempt at asking Cin out was spoiled by his cousin, Rick was relatively happy with what became of him.
Rick's next assignment was to deal with some tool that was ganking NOT students. In this endeavor, Rick would be assigned a teammate to watch his back. In this case, it was some new kid named Sai. While he was relatively new, the boy managed to rise to EAT status rather fast, a promising trait. However, he was still sent on this mission, despite having no partner to speak of.
The first meeting went on as it usually did, Rick being rude and crude with his words. But despite that, Sai was rather quiet. Aside from the introduction, Rick and Sai generally talked tactics with one another. And from what Rick gathered, this kid had Soul Perception, as well as Soul Purge on him. Acupuncture and martial arts were also talents of his, something that would come in handy for the veteran student.
After school, the two of them went along their assignment. The weapon himself was garbed as usual, boots, jeans, t-shirt, hoodie, baseball cap, and fingerless gloves. He got a hot chocolate at Deathbucks, mostly to avoid giving the waitress a blistering rant about what coffee flavored coffee was. Next was a stop at an ice cream parlor, where Rick would get three scoops of mint chocolate chip ice cream on a waffle cone. Once that was over with, they went over to one of the arcades, where Rick would play some of the shooters, mostly one involving swaying the body to simulate taking cover behind boxes.
Eventually, the group of students reached the basketball court, where a lone male stood there with a can of spray paint on his person. The boy looked like a punk rocker with his red and black spiked mohawk, anarchy t-shirt, torn up jeans, and leather jacket. Rick looked to Sai for a moment, before looking on at the teenager.
"Well well," started the renegade youth, tossing the can behind him haphazardly. "More ****in' lambs to the mother****ing slaughter. Heh... this is gonna be fun.", stated the boy with a malicious grin on his face. Rick too grinned at the lad.
"That's a nice greeting there," responded Sai with both hands in his pocket. "I suppose the last string of attacks are your handiwork. Yes? I'm sorry, but... You're coming with us.", stated Sai as he slowly pulled out his acupuncture needles, seemingly in a calm state.
"I'll be support," he quietly muttered to Rick.
"The slaughter, eh? We'll fuckin' see who gets their shit pushed in, huh motherfucker!?",, shouted Rick to the punk, cracking his knuckles. Immediately, the Demon Chair's fingertips transformed into clean, white electrodes, his two hands briefly cackling with sparks of electricity. A murderous grin was plastered along his face.
However, Rick wanted the man to charge at him first, or at least see what he'd do before he would try to play on the evasive. This boy was most likely the cause of the NOT students getting fucked up. And while he and Sai were supposed to be EAT, this man fucked up sizable groups of them.
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Post by Admin Roc on Apr 10, 2012 19:25:05 GMT -5
"Come with you ****s?" The graffiti artist smirked. He then turned his head slightly and spat on the ground; where it hit the pavement a tiny lick of flame rose, sizzled for a second, and quickly died out. "HAH! Are you for ****ing real? Trying to play big dog, you little Shibusen ****s? What a joke."Arms unfolding, the spike-haired ruffian took up a fighting stance. "Prepare to get thrashed, maggots!" Seeming to suddenly switch tactics, the enemy ran forward at the group of students in a bum rush. It seemed sloppy, reckless. And then in a blink, the rules of the game changed. Just as he started to get close, the tattooed punk's heavy-looking black boots began to glow. Every student of Shibusen knew the burst of light that signified a Demon Weapon transforming and this was it... but what took shape, replacing his feet and legs below the knees, was altogether unexpected. The growl of a hungry motor filled the air; the attacker suddenly surged forward in a burst of speed, the back wheel of a motorcycle leaving smoke and skid marks across the pavement as his run turned into an outright blitz. In the flash of spare seconds another glow appeared, this one coming from his upraised right fist... and as it came down, aimed squarely at Rick, it swiftly materialized. The other wheel.  ENEMY: Experimental Demon Motorbike Wyrd(OOC: Alright guys, your opponent has a "health bar" of sorts; as you do damage the coloring on his name will gradually drop from green into orange and then red. This way you can keep track of how you're doing against him. Ready, set, FIGHT IT OUT!)
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Post by Ishida Sai on Apr 10, 2012 19:41:11 GMT -5
Well, that was to be expected. The suspect acted predictably with his rebellious behavior. The rush towards the duo was by no means, reckless and arrogant. This guy seems to fashion himself as a sort of speeder judging by his choice of action. The sudden partial transformation was what surprised even the likes of Sai. A wheel.
It's no wonder why this person rushed towards them in this fashion. Though a motorcycle...? Then again, Rick is an electric chair, so nothing wrong there. It wasn't really a time to think because it closed the distance between them with ease from the transformation. Both Meister and Weapon now had to keep their wits together against this wanna-be speed devil.
"Shit!" Sai was evidently surprised by this sudden burst of speed with acupuncture needles already in his hands.
It was aiming for Rick judging by the direction of its rush. Also attempting to add in the damage to his punch with another partial transformation into a wheel on the fist. Reacting promptly, the meister threw his small myriad of needles at two places.
The hips were his first choice. There was no point to hit the legs when it's transformed into bits of modern automobile machine parts impervious to his projectiles. Though the target may provide stress to lessen the motorcycle weapon's mobility for a bit. Seeing that he may have to lean on his hips for wider turns.
The second target were the eyes. Or more specifically, the head. It's unlikely it'd get into the eye with Sai's current knife/needle throwing skills. But it will act as a temporary deterrent for Rick to react just in time. |
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Post by Rick Fader on Apr 10, 2012 19:52:34 GMT -5
"Come with you ****s?" The rebel then spat on the ground. Rick noticed the spit going up in flames, then quickly dying out. Rick narrowed his eyes at the punk. "HAH! Are you for ****ing real? Trying to play big dog, you little Shibusen ****s? What a joke."
At that moment, the mohawked menace took a fighting stance. "Prepare to get thrashed, maggots!" Just then, the opponent rushed at the duo. However, Rick quickly noticed the boy's legs shifting into a transformation. It turned out to be a wheel, which overtook his lower section. In a smoky blaze, the motorcycle rushed up towards Rick, a fist raised. At this point, experience told Rick to roll the fuck out of the way. And as it turned out, the boy's fist turned into the other wheel.
Whether or not the needles would hit their mark, Rick would proceed to roll out of the path of the motorcycle. He could feel his shoulder make rough contact with the asphalt ground of the basketball court as he made his attempt to dodge his foe. The weapon quickly went back onto his feet, and attempted to look for the motorcycle, whether it managed to get a move on or not.
At this point, Rick was now strafing around the area, staying on the move in case of another charge.
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Post by Admin Roc on Apr 11, 2012 8:08:44 GMT -5
ENEMY: Experimental Demon Motorbike Wyrd "****!"The profanity shot from Wyrd's lips as an orange-red glint from Sai's thrown needles caught his attention out of the corner of his eye, making him hesitate in his attack by just a split second. That second gave Rick a free-and-clear opening to duck and roll out of the way; the enemy, meanwhile, was able to narrowly dodge the needle aimed at his head... but not the one targeting his mid-section. The acupuncture needle bit into flesh and drew blood, though the wound was a bit more shallow than Sai would've liked; the Demon Motorbike's rugged leather jacket was an obstacle in its path and it ended up effectively pinning the jacket's corner to the renegade's hip. "MOTHER****ER!"As he screamed this Wyrd dropped to his knees, skidding across the asphalt from his earlier momentum. At first it looked like pain is what made him do it... but then both wheels hit the ground and the sound of a motor roared across the basketball court. Tires screeching, the enemy Demon Weapon veered around suddenly, crouched low to the ground and riding on his wheels at breakneck speed -- headed straight for Sai. |
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Post by Ishida Sai on Apr 11, 2012 8:46:17 GMT -5
The needles missed the head. Sai expected that, but it helped Rick avoid the unexpected attack. But when it hit the hips, all was going according to plan... Though then again, not really when it seemed as if it had no affect on him. Which meant, he might need to add in more needles.
"I'm next," Sai knew in his thoughts.
He was right as soon as the motorbike swerved towards him at breakneck velocity. To go up against him directly is suicide. Not only does he have both wheels on the ground, the center of gravity is rooted down more. Which might mean he can't change his direction that easily.
An idea came up on his side from this observation... But if he timed it wrong... God help him. He ran towards his adversary as it came throttling towards him. Leaving it to timing and luck... Sai threw another plethora of needles at him to divert the attention again while at the same time, executing a jump kick to the solar plexus already sparkling wavelengths signaling his use of soul purge.
It might not be a good idea to go for that target area. But, the crouching may help since the motorbike won't turn that easily...
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Post by Rick Fader on Apr 11, 2012 14:45:23 GMT -5
Sai's quick action ended up saving Rick from a tire tread marked face. The first needle that aimed for his side hit. Despite the fact that Wyrd's jacket protected him from the full effect, it still managed to inflict some damage. While the needle aimed at his head missed, it caused the Motorcycle to hesitate in his attack, buying Rick the time he needed in order to roll out of the way.
"MOTHER****ER!", shouted Wyrd angrily. Thankfully, Rick was able to get his sights on Wyrd quickly. The Demon Motorcycle crouched to the ground, ending up on both of his wheels. He sped towards Sai angrily. But before Rick could call out to his companion, he quickly threw a series of needles at the motorcycle to distract him, before attempting a jump kick aimed at the solar plexus.
In any case, Rick was cautiously following the Motorcycle, waiting for him to target him. Rick's hands took on a yellow glow before shifting them into a pair six-foot long straps, both of which were coiled up tightly, as if he was balling up his fists.
"Hey, fuckface! Get your ass over here!", the blue-haired weapon shouted towards the enemy.
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Post by Admin Roc on Apr 24, 2012 17:33:16 GMT -5
(OOC: Sorry about the delay guys; hopefully things won't keep me quite so occupied in the future. Now, let's shift into the next gear!) The barrage of needles hit the Demon Motorbike's front tire and either bounced off or were snapped in half -- in either event Wyrd didn't seem to take much notice of them. It seemed that the wheels were the main focus for this guy's weapon form and thus were rather tough and rugged. What came next was a painful reminder of just how inventive and brutal a half-transformed Demon Weapon can be. When Sai leapt up to deliver his jump kick several things happened all at once. The first was that Wyrd's front tire screeched to a halt; as anyone with the tiniest grasp of physics knows, however, this alone wasn't enough to halt his forward momentum. It was enough, however, to let him pull a nasty trick-flip, the still-spinning back wheel coming up off the ground... ... and right into Sai's chest. The impact would've been enough to put a normal person in the hospital; to a rigorously conditioned Shibusen student, however, it would be far less of a setback, though still a painful blow. Feet and hand glowing, Wyrd followed the movement through and landed athletically, poised to follow through on his hit with a brutal assault against Sai. "Hey, fuckface! Get your ass over here!"The Demon Motorbike turned his attention Rick's way... then suddenly whipped his head around reflexively as a glint of light caught his attention. A small bolt of energy shot his way; he narrowly leaned out of harm's way and the burst of soul energy impacted the pavement behind him with a muffled 'bang'. "The ****?!"As it turned out, the otherwise hesitant 'NOT' students had rallied their courage at Rick and Sai's example; almost half a dozen Weapons had transformed and just as many Meisters looked ready to take a swing at the enemy. One particular team, whose Weapon was a longbow, had fired the shot that nearly hit Wyrd. "So, the ****ing little kiddies wanna get their heads bashed in too, huh?" He looked at the new opposition; despite their numbers and sudden bravery it was clear the 'NOT's were still fairly scared... unlike Rick and Sai. "...So that's how it is, huh?" His gaze came back around, first to Sai, then Rick. A smirk lit up his face suddenly. "Well, **** me sideways -- looks like we finally found the kinda fight we were looking for."And then, to everyone's surprise, Wyrd was running. He dashed off on foot towards a side alley, shouting at the top of his lungs "Catch me if ya ****ing CAN, losers!" Pursue the enemy! Don't let him get away! |
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Post by Ishida Sai on Apr 24, 2012 19:24:20 GMT -5
"Sh-shit!" his thoughts replied to the situation at hand.
His gamble lost when the needles were of no use after all. From how the Demon Bike stopped midway, it was for sure he had some reflexes. Sai's first mistake. Autonomous weapons were just equally as likely to have enough reflexes as a Meister. Especially this one. As a result, his kick was not able to reach his adversary. Only a whirring and revolving wheel of bludgeoning was already hurtling straight towards his chest as gravity started to pull down on the Meister.
Since he was already in the air, evasive maneuvers he could take are shot down. The teen quickly crossed his arms in a blocking manner while at the same time breathing out. Why so? It's nothing really special, but to relax his muscles. To tense up against pain would make it hurt even more, so as a result, relaxing would somehow ease it to some degree...
The boy could already feel the tires crash into his forearms and feel constant and burning friction despite the protection his long sleeved hoodie gave him. He could feel a blunt force digging through his being, almost gagging as a result. But as the laws of physics would have it, Sai wouldn't have time to recover being ejected towards a wall.
"Gugh!" his body slammed against the obstruction and then slid down, landing with a small thump.
"GET UP! GET UP! GET UP! GET UP! GET UP!" his instincts implored him with dire importance.
The Demon Motorbike was not going to wait for him and will go ahead to finish off the job. But---
"Hey, fuckface! Get your ass over here!"
Sai couldn't help, but look over where Rick was, attempting to what it seems like as if he was trying to draw the enemy's attention away from him. Seeing that the Demon Electric Chair bought some time for him, the meister took the opportunity to recover quickly. But another happening would surprise him, if not all three of them.
Seeing that the duo had some "unpredictable" back up from their own juniors (one might say)... Was a sign that Shibusen would definitely have a trusted future generation, though they are still pretty scared.
"So, the ****ing little kiddies wanna get their heads bashed in too, huh?"
Some of them flinched at his diction. Sai was able to get back on his feet, while somewhat shaking from the abdominal pain inflicted by the counterattack from earlier. But his face kept a "poker face" stance to maintain the fact he was not one to fall that easily.
"...So that's how it is, huh? Well, **** me sideways -- looks like we finally found the kinda fight we were looking for."
The meister thought grimly with a little smirk,"He's outnumbered."
But... One word bothered him...
We
This fairly implied that he wasn't alone to begin with. If that is the case, then where is his acco---
Before Sai could finish his stream of consciousness, the Motorbike was already fleeing with a few last words before getting far.
"Tch."
He should've known that guy would be running... But something in his gut told him this might be a trap... However, that didn't mean the foul-mouthed individual should be left off.
Wordlessly taking the left hand, he covered it with electric currents from the preparations for Soul Purge and tweaked the voltage a tiny bit on the lowest setting possible.
Placing it on the tanden (a pressure point three inches down the belly button), he let it phase through.
"Guh..." slight pain and discomfort gathered for a split second and went away with the abdominal pain.
Quickly breathing in, the meister quickly addressed the rest of the NOT students.
"All of you stay in groups of three. Make sure to have a long ranged unit in your team if possible. Go after him, form a perimeter so he can't escape. I am assuming all of you know your way around this place. Get going!"
With this said, he nodded at Rick in thanks for earlier and a signal to start sprinting after their target.
Recovery finished and back up established, victory didn't seem to be quite far away...
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Post by Rick Fader on Apr 24, 2012 21:16:43 GMT -5
'Shit, Sai!', he thought to himself as he watched his teammate's needles fail, and a wheel come towards his chest. Even though he brought his arms up to block the strike, it still launched him into a wall. It didn't take a genius to know what this man would do to Sai. That was when Rick felt the need to switch to his other transformation and stall him. And thankfully, the opponent would turn to face him, buying time for Sai to get his shit together.
"The ****?!", questioned the Motorcycle.
Much to Rick's surprise, a small bolt of wavelength missed the Demon Motorcycle. When Rick looked back, it was none other than the students they were defending. The group of NOT students ended up attacking the weapon and supporting them. He hadn't noticed that they had stayed behind. Even if he would've preferred them getting the fuck out of there, it was still a good sign. The fact that they mustered the balls to fight back made the Autonomous Weapon smirk. Maybe they would end up becoming good EAT students.
"So, the ****ing little kiddies wanna get their heads bashed in too, huh?", questioned the rebel. While the NOT students were still fearful of the enemy, Rick still gave him that bloodthirsty, psychotic look that he typically gave a Kishin Egg. He was not afraid of what seemed to be a Dark Weapon. Hell, he ended up killing one during one of his more infamous missions.
"...So that's how it is, huh? Well, **** me sideways -- looks like we finally found the kinda fight we were looking for.", he continued. Rick's eyes immediately shot him. Wait, what did he mean we? He wasn't alone, and looking at the half of the spider tattoo, it made sense. If he had someone else with him, they most likely had the other half of the spider tattooed onto their face. The Demon Chair quickly gave him a narrowed gaze.
"Who the fuck are you working for, asswipe!?", questioned the blue-haired weapon fiercely. However, before he could get an answer, the weapon ran off into an alleyway. Normally, this seemed like a cowardly move, but Rick knew that he had something planned. He was obviously leading them towards his allies.
"Catch me if ya ****ing CAN, losers!", he shouted.
After letting his teammate recover from his injuries, he listened as Sai addressed their peers. "All of you stay in groups of three. Make sure to have a long ranged unit in your team if possible. Go after him, form a perimeter so he can't escape. I am assuming all of you know your way around this place. Get going!", he told them.
"Come on, Sai! Fuckhead ran down the alley!!", he shouted, pointing him down the way in which Wyrd ran on foot. But before they would start, the Demon Chair got closer for a whisper. "Watch your ass though, he mentioned an ally earlier. And judging from one half of a tattoo, I can confidently say the other half might be with him."
The Demon Chair then sprinted down the alley, running down cautiously in anticipation for a trap of some sort, even if Wyrd would attack from the corner. He would hope Sai was behind him, hopefully able to pull him out of anything the Demon Motorcycle pulled on him, assuming his accomplice didn't get him first.
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Post by Admin Roc on Apr 24, 2012 23:50:30 GMT -5
The Shibusen students would find themselves trailing the Demon Motorbike down a twisting series of alleyways for several minutes, the renegade Weapon staying just out of reach and laughing at them the whole way. Rick and Sai's instincts were dead on the money -- this kind of behavior was doubtlessly a lure, leading them right into a trap. After about two minutes, everyone with Soul Perception would find that Wyrd's soul seemed to just disappear from their senses... and moments later, as they continued to chase his taunting laughter, they'd find they couldn't sense anything. It was as though they'd entered a spiritual dead zone where the "eyes" of the soul were blind. The very phenomenon that had Shibusen so worried. Which could only mean... ... they were closing in on the source. A few more minutes saw the students emerge from the alleys into an empty construction site. The unfinished frame of a new office building stood there like the picked-clean skeleton of some towering beast, bare steel and wooden scaffolding creating a complicated terrain that Wyrd could've doubtlessly used to hide or plan an ambush. Except he didn't. He was just standing there, right out in the open, a smug grin on his face. As he saw Rick and Sai come into view he shouted across the distance to them. "We were wondering why it was takin' so ****ing long for yer half-***ed school to take a swing at us. Hiding the pros in with the rookies -- clever. Stupid as ****, but clever, I guess."
"Since they finally sent someone worth our time, it'd be rude not to introduce ourselves."Like Sai had instructed, other student teams began to form up around the construction site, some taking the high ground of nearby rooftops while others crouched in alleyways, waiting for a chance to strike. The teams with ranged Weapons were all quick to draw a bead on the chaotic biker, following the plan closely. Yet with all the firepower centered on him Wyrd didn't seem concerned. In fact... he seemed almost relaxed, his hands on his hips and leaning slightly to one side. "The name's Wyrd, the mother****ing Vengeful Demon Motorbike --I'm hell on wheels with a side-order of big ****ing armageddon, extra crispy."Out of the shadows of the half-built structure, high up on an exposed ledge, a person stepped into sight. Everything she wore was black, from her shin-high army boots and tights to her tattered knee-length jean shorts and sleeveless t-shirt. Dark, heavy makeup, short black hair with long bangs and black fingernails finished out a distinctly urban goth-chick look... although the collection of tiny hairline scars on her bare arms perhaps said more than the outfit ever could. Just below her left eye, almost looking more like a black tear-stain, was a small inch-wide tattoo, the left half of a traced-out chaos rune -- making it the counterpart to Wyrd's larger half-face tattoo. The girl looked dispassionately at the assembled Meisters and Weapons with cold dark-blue eyes, expressing neither hate nor remorse, though to call her gaze emotionless wasn't quite right. It was sullen, hollow... like there was the long-dead ghost of a thought or feeling drowned in those shadowy blue pools. Apparently satisfied with what she saw, the girl took a step off the metal beam... and dropped like a rock. Fifty, sixty, seventy feet she plummeted, expression blank, no sign of tension or concern. A pile of sheet lumber broke her fall... or, rather, was broken by it, fully half the layers splintering and snapping in a shower of wood chips as she landed, crouched on one knee. Wyrd's grin intensified and he gestured with his thumb over his shoulder. "And this beautiful piece of raw terror is my partner, Dread Chaos Meister Pariah. Say 'hello' Pariah."The girl slowly rose to her feet and opened her mouth as if taking a deep breath... A shockwave of sound and raw force tore across the entire area, its force like a bomb going off in both the physical and spiritual simultaneously. Every single person within a quarter mile would feel their soul tremble as if seized by a sudden, inexplicable fear; the unlucky Shibusen students, all of whom were much closer, would feel like they'd just been struck with an unusually potent Soul Purge from Prof. Stein himself, all while being blasted off their feet by a wall of windsheer. The students on the rooftops were literally blown flat onto their backs, screaming and writhing in pain; those in the alleys suffered marginally less but were still left in crumpled heaps, alive but utterly broken by the blast. The advanced training Sai and Rick had endured would help them fare better, but still... "Shibusen thinks they're a bunch of bad***es, huh? Newsflash: yer all ****ed! HahahahahaHAAA!" Wyrd, somehow unaffected, stood by and watched as Pariah slowly walked up and stood alongside him. "...Weak." She spoke with a voice utterly bereft of tone and emotion, exactly the kind of half-whispered muted voice a person would've expected -- starkly in contrast to the onslaught her scream had brought on moments before. Rick and Sai's fight... had just been taken to an entirely new level. B A T T L E . M U S I C . S H I F T
Nikopol
from Tengen Toppa Gurren Lagann OST ENEMY: Experimental Demon Motorbike WyrdENEMY: Experimental Chaos Meister Pariah |
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Post by Ishida Sai on Apr 25, 2012 0:43:50 GMT -5
"Agreed," Sai nodded as they ran together down the alleyways of Death City with the plethora of NOT students either besides or behind their tail.
He frowned as the laughter was starting to drill through his usual calm nerves. It's not that it's scary. God forbid, he's seen his fair share of druggies back at home. Rather, just annoyed. However, this is a mission... Losing to his own emotions is a law punishable to death in the battlefield as dictated by his father. Though just a whack with a shinai was the only result he got.
Shaking off his reverie of memories, the meister continued down the meandering paths of the city... Though suddenly to his surprise, the Demon Motorbike's soul just disappeared out of the radiar. The very problem that was glaringly pointed out in the mission briefing.
Grimacing, "He's got back up,"
Still, the laughter was their only lead... Thank God for crazy idiots. Though, the unknown was still a great liability to everyone's life at stake. That's a given. But now... All united, it's needless to say all are prepared.
They started to close in to where the sound was coming from. Looking back and around his fellow students, he warned, "All units, stay sharp. Target may have some back up."
A nod was all they could muster. Despite being united, they were still your average students. Untested by violence. And likely to be their very first piece of action in their life.
"Move in!"
He and Rick entered the construction site of what looked like an office building with a number of the students behind them. Their eyes laid upon the target waiting leisurely for them. For one, normally, one would make use of the terrain around... But taking in account of the adversary's nature, it felt out of character. Besides, perhaps his back up is here somewhere...
"We were wondering why it was takin' so ****ing long for yer half-***ed school to take a swing at us. Hiding the pros in with the rookies -- clever. Stupid as ****, but clever, I guess."
"I'll take that as a compliment."
Sai didn't give him the courtesy to really explain they were coming here on their own accord. Though from the corner of his eye, he could already see them forming a perimeter around the area. Especially above him. Yet, he didn't seem to bat an eye... Disturbingly peculiar.
"Since they finally sent someone worth our time, it'd be rude not to introduce ourselves. The name's Wyrd, the mother****ing Vengeful Demon Motorbike --I'm hell on wheels with a side-order of big ****ing armageddon, extra crispy."
"Noted."
Though he noticed as if by cue, someone was coming out of the shadows created by the scaffolding. Just one girl. Rebel-ish looking like him to boot. Though the one thing that stood out most was the tattoo that seemed to be complementing Wyrd's.
"...That's all?"
He was bewildered by the lack in numbers his adversary had. There's no way he'd get out of this alive... Sai was sure his allies mirrored the same thoughts. Still, then again, life is unpredictable. He slowly crossed his arms and then slowly yet relaxedly reached for his needles hidden in his sleeves in a way the duo wouldn't tell he was drawing them out (he'd just look like as if he's just crossing his arms).
After the harmless crash-landing, Wyrd gave them a much bigger smile.
"And this beautiful piece of raw terror is my partner, Dread Chaos Meister Pariah. Say 'hello' Pariah."
If a scream was a hello. Then, damn it, it was a scary one. Sai could feel something alien and tad frightening shivering up his spine. But, he only winced in pain with one hand covering an ear.
"Grrgh..." Sai almost faltered.
Everything felt so out of sync. Not his senses really. But rather... His sense with his soul. It felt as if that scream scared the wavelengths into becoming something much scattered. He wasn't as heartened at the fact his backup was only Rick with the NOT students incapacitated at the moment from their weaker resistance to the screaming.
"Shibusen thinks they're a bunch of bad***es, huh? Newsflash: yer all ***ed! HahahahahaHAAA!" the laughter showed he was unaffected somehow, not too surprising, though it meant his wavelengths must match the girl's.
Which could mean...
They're partners...
"Back to the drawing board and worse..." Sai thought to himself while still
wincing from the effects.
He'd need a weapon from such adversaries as they... The needles can only help so much. The meister's eyes spied upon a pyramid pile of iron pipes just to his left, close by, almost conveniently...
"...We'll see about that."
Nimbly, he jumped to the left towards the pile and kicked up a pipe... Ejecting and spinning in the air... Landing between his palms. Ishida spun it in a flourish and aimed one hollow end at them, fashioning it as an impromptu staff... In one moment, suddenly, he threw the needles from one hand at Wyrd while silently charging at him with the weapon.
There was no doubt, Rick would take on the girl. Since, Wyrd would be occupied.
EQUIPMENT NAME:Iron Pipe
TYPE: Iron Pole, Pipe, Construction
STRENGTH: Weak
DESCRIPTION: Long pole of iron usually used for construction. Can be fashioned to be a weapon. Hollow with two inches of thickness. Five feet tall. Has a bent end, also hollow. |
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Post by Rick Fader on Apr 25, 2012 1:44:46 GMT -5
For two minutes, the group chased down the Demon Motorbike. As they advanced towards the enemy, the nagging suspicion that this was a trap continued to grow stronger. As much as Rick would like to have just abandon the mission, he couldn't. This madman and whoever he had backing him were going to continue to attack students, maybe even worse. Besides, he wasn't one to disappoint a potentially good opponent anyway.
While he had no Soul Perception, he couldn't help but feel. . . unnerved. As they approached closer, something unsettled him. He didn't know what was going on, what this feeling was. However, as their adversary lead them closer to the mark, taunting them all the way down, it got worse. It had to be the Motorcycle's support.
After two minutes, the chase ended at a construction site. Instead of an ambush, the renegade simply stood there. The Demon Chair, who had shifted his hands from straps to human form, shifted his fingers back into electrodes. The Demon Motorbike introduced himself as Wyrd. And on that note, from above, a girl in black stepped out of the shadows. Rick watched as she plummeted from the ground, only to land in a pile of planks, the planks breaking her fall and the fall breaking them.
Rick eyed the girl. As noted, all black clothing. However, the small scars across her arms, the tattoo, and those hollow, dark blue eyes caught his attention. He didn't know what the hell she had been through. But whatever happened, her presence was extremely unsettling. Wyrd introduced the girl as Pariah, Dread Chaos Meister. And to introduce herself, the girl lead out a scream - no, a terrifying howl. The scream took out any of their backup, reducing them to broken, blubbering messes. However, thanks to the training Rick and Sai had to endure, along with Rick's experience, the two of them fared better.
However, something was extremely wrong. The feeling of cackling electricity coursing through his veins, the feeling associated with the Electric Soul was distorted, almost silenced. His fingers, which normally focused this electricity and were ready to unleash electric pain onto his foes, felt limp. Worst of all, a feeling Rick normally tried to repress, to fight with violent bloodlust, was in his eyes. He was cringing in response to the horrific scream of the banshee.
Along with Sai, Rick collected himself. "Goddamn shit on a stick. . .", muttered the Autonomous Weapon as his gaze refocused. With the final moments of banter, the Demon Chair shifted into his strap hands, looking around him. Thankfully, the scaffolding would prove quite advantageous for his straps, allowing him to utilize them for climbing up and even swinging down on his foe. Question was, who was going to be his opponent.
Sai took a pipe from a pile of them. The needle-wielding ninja tossed a cluster of needles at Wyrd, while readying a charge with his makeshift staff. That would mean Rick got Pariah. Wasting no time, the weapon climbed up the scaffolding, using his new-found physique to his advantage. Using his left hand to grab onto the scaffolding, the Demon Chair landed on it effectively. The Weapon would then quickly, but silently navigate the upper level, swinging on the scaffolding above when needed to progress.
'That fuckin' banshee bitch needs to fuckin' go!', he thought to himself as he would attempt to get in position.
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