Fantasy New Oasis: Four Heavenly Kings

[Roda the Red]

CHARLIE HUGHES

https://www.rpnation.com/threads/four-heavenly-kings-cs-thread.503332/post-11167008

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SCENE:

Phoenixes Arc 3: Scene 3 [Whole World Blind]

LOCATION:

Vantaggio Tower, West District

PARTICIPANTS:

Alicia, Charles, Dante, Hector, Hide, Yukito, Raquel, Zachariah

WHOLE WORLD BLIND

The time for mental preparation was over, the group had finally started to mobilise. The rejection of the handshake from little Pluto was a bit of a letdown, but it wasn't a big deal, he checked on his phone one last time: No reply just yet. He put the device on silent mode, and placed it in his pocket for good, no checking it again...Until the job was done.

As the rookie followed Hector's hasty pace, he noticed Hawks message, their target, and the people in that room...They were dancing, just having fun, and yet here were the phoenixes, planning to cause unprovoked mayhem. A mental slap to the face was good enough to get those intrusive thoughts out.

As the trio entered through the Casino's parking lot with unexpected success, they came across a man who instantly became wary. Charlie was about to follow Hector's command, and knock the guy down, but Pluto showed to have the superior initiative, skipping ahead in a fraction of a second. The azure-haired boy watch in a mixture of awe and horror as the man turned frozen solid. He couldn't help but worry if he was going to survive from that or not.

"S-So! Where do we go from now, Pharaoh? Any entrances you had in mind?"

 

[Damafaud]

TRI

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SCENE:

Serpents Arc 3: Scene 2 [Hunks in the City]

LOCATION:

Ice Cream Parlor, Central District

PARTICIPANTS:

Celestine, Jozef, Nikolai, Tri, Markus

HUNKS IN THE CITY

Lately, Tri had been feeling something strange. It was similar to a craving, to a want for something badly. Tri had a stunted emotional development, so the fact that he felt strongly about it was very strange. So, he had been ignoring that feeling.

Well, but back to the present.

The creeping frost was when Tri noticed who they were trying to bully. Prior to that, he was documenting the heartwarming scene of a smiling Nikolai. Truly, bullying was the right call to action. Tri kept that in mind for his future friendship projects with Nikolai. Celestine was still a mystery, though.

"Whoops." Tri hurried out of the parlor when the ice appeared. There were several ice potentials around, but there was only one with blue hair and a dialect like that; Markus Weiss, the King of White Tiger. It would be a pain if things escalated. Paris would definitely figure out their bullying incident, then. Tri thoughtfully licked his mint ice cream, thinking of ways to placate the situation with the Tiger King.

“YOO-HOO!”

Tri looked side way. Right, the flying tiger, too. Two against four would be more of a pain.

"Right," Or maybe it wouldn't be a fight? Tri pointed at the Tiger thing, tilting his head at the flabbergasted Markus. "the flying tiger here, right? It's a cool mascot."

It was cool. Tri narrowed his eyes, licking his ice cream as he heard the Tiger speaking. No no, he was wrong. This was very cool. And from what Markus said, other people couldn't see it, so the only thing that was the same between him and Markus was the King status. So he was wrong again. This wasn't just very cool, but very very cool.

"I didn't fetch it yet. Since I don't know what it was." Tri pouted, a somewhat horrifying imagery considering his age in the 40s. He was jealous. If he knew 'that' was a cool mascot, he would have taken it over a long time ago. With an exaggerated huff, he turned to the others.

"Everyone, Markus-chan. Markus-chan, everyone. And this," He pointed at where Flying Tiger was. "is the Invicible Flying Tiger. It can fly, teleport, and speak. We'll get our Invicible Flying Serpent later."

At this time, their little group was garnering attention. Nikolai's aggressive word from earlier, combined with the traces of ice veins originating from Markus, attracted a circle of crowd that watched them from some distant.

"Sorry about the ice cream. I got bored and wanted to try that... That..." Tri snapped his fingers, thinking of the right way to phrase it. "That mafia scene. You ruined my ice cream, so now you need to give me compensation, but then the victim was actually a super cool dude that beat up the underlings, and then the boss appeared and the dude was forced to run away from sheer awesomeness. Something like that."

Tri nodded as if he had given a very cool and reasonable response. Yeah, that's a good excuse. It made him cool and made Markus also sounded cool. Well, it put the others down a bit, but it couldn't be helped. They couldn't fight today.

"So, everyone, how about we take a walk and discuss our feelings with Markus-chan?" And since they couldn't fight, talking with the enemy should be fine.

WhiskeyMarten angel doe Caffeine_Obsessed Elenion Aura

 

[Doctor Llamabean]

PIXEL (Cleo Silva)

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SCENE:

Dragons Arc 3: Scene 2 [Hunting Filth]

LOCATION:

Lab Icarus, North District—Moving south of Loading Bay

PARTICIPANTS:

Silva, Laura, Ruriko, Schroeder, Jiak (NPC)

Filth in the Gutter

Ruriko took Silva’s hand and his jaw went slack—was she finally falling for him?—but the moment moved too fast. In a blink, she pulled him to her hip and deflected the incoming needles he’d been too distracted to notice. They rebounded off her portal and returned whence they’d come, and that’s when the nature of the situation was realized to Silva.

“Pay attention to your surroundings, Sil-” Ruriko’s voice was cut off.

Silva snapped himself out of his love-drunk stupor and unhooked his saber-claws from their rings with a flourish, metal feet scratching across the floor as he adopted a readied stance, but he didn’t notice the snake-haired woman behind him ensnaring his beloved.

Cyan freckles of light swirled around him, compressing from cloud to bright ribbons, and wrapped around his arms, excess rising up behind his shoulders and swaying gently like the remnants of wings torn tattered. Silva smiled behind his mask, gaze narrowing on Gerda down the corridor.

Her body language betrayed no intent to attack again.

“Perdón, hermosa~ It won’t happen again,” Silva said to Ruri, lighthearted but genuine, and waited for a response, seeking her eyes when he didn’t get one. “Hermosa?” The faintest glimpse of movement in his peripheral, a serpentine dance, prompted an act of instinct in which Silva whirled on the snake-haired woman, trailing the point of his saber-claw up and around, then down as he faced her bodily, swiping for her eyes, a threat to gouge.

“HOO-HOOOO!?” He hollered as he turned, startled with excitement. “WHERE DID’JU COME FROOOM- HAH-HAH–HAH-HAAA! YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO SAY POLO!”

SILVA/POST NOTES​

— —What he's wearing: (Click) Leather aviator cap, mask, and green-tinted goggles; Open green jacket w/ open grey jacket underneath (no undershirt); Grey shorts; Fingerless gloves; No shoes because metal feet

— —Silva's hair is spray-dyed green this time around. Due to wearing his aviator cap, Silva's hair cannot currently be seen.

— —He smells harshly of chemicals from the spray-on hair-dye that he uses.

— —Pixels: No current constructs; Pixels floating around him

— —POST RECAP: Ruriko saves Silva from Gerda's needles and Silva notices Ruthe behind him. Silva attacks Ruthe in a startle.

Beann Vahn RedArmyShogun @dabberoni Nobody Special WhiskeyMarten Misuteeku gxxberkit BluEndings First Rose Caffeine_Obsessed (Interacting w/ Ruriko, Ruthe, Gerda)​

 

[Sei Shonagon]

Kaede Shimokōbe

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SCENE:

New Oasis Arc 3: Scene 2 [The Dragon and the Phoenix]

LOCATION:

Eastern Edge of Upper Central District

PARTICIPANTS:

a bunch of names

The dragon and the Phoenix

Lyric...you have changed. The wind sifted through the feathers like sand as she circled above the familiar heads that rested on the pavement below. Her form cutting an inky brush stroke against the blue canvas of the sky through black wing arcs. One...two circulations more were made before she plunged. Descended onto a street lamp further away that made for a perfect edge to perch her talons on. The crow landed with a light clatter of feet against the metal, beady eyes set in a steady line at the Kings. To think that she would see the day when the Phoenixes attempted diplomacy- the crow cawed in the equivalent of a snort. Well, some things had changed since her departure but others, as she had discovered, had remained much the same.

Such as the fact that the majority of the Phoenix members were keener on running their mouths than the actual prospects of the assembly. Kaede didn't know whether she should praise or chide them for their consistency. The low thrumming heartbeats that echoed through her head and the extended stares on the most familiar faces suggested both. They had grown up was the sentiment that made common ground. Perhaps not mentally, but at least physically.

Amidst the ones present, she had recognised a few more than the others. Helva was one of them. The ruddy little child who had once been at the veterans' beckon and call now stood tall amidst her peers. It would seem like she had accomplished her goal after all. The both of them now sharing the same rank probably. The crow skittered on the street lamp. That was, of course, if Kaede could still call herself a veteran.

Six years, it had been six long years. She didn't even know if they still remembered her. Not that she would mourn over it if that was indeed the case. Just...consider it the minor inconvenience it was. Yes, a minor inconvenience- just like that pillar of red hair was in how it glared at her from the corner of her eyes. Focus. The brunette scolded herself mentally and tightened the reins of her scattered thoughts as she centred the Kings in her vision once more. This wasn't the first time that she had played the part of a spectator. It was in fact not even the third or fourth time she had done so- the exact number unknown as the task of keeping count had become trivial at some point. The method of choice had always been, of course, to remain anonymous through animals as she did right now with the crow.

While it had been impossible to keep track of all the changes that had taken place- time had a funny way of making itself scarce in the most critical of moments- she did know that the Queen had changed. That the Phoenixes had suffered a humiliating defeat by mother nature, or more likely someone in control of mother nature, and now this.

The crow closed its beady eyes for a second as she reached out for her two other pawns who were in position in case disaster would strike again. One a passed out man who was tied to the steering wheel of a getaway car and the other drugged and positioned on a nearby rooftop prepared with a rifle.

 

[BluEndings]

HIFUMI BAE

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SCENE:

Azure Dragons Arc 3: Scene 3 [Ripples of Stardust]

LOCATION:

Zhànzhēng Resort, East District

PARTICIPANTS:

Hiram, Kazue, Ottilie, Omar

RIPPLES OF STARDUST

Zhànzhēng Resort | Outside​

The wind answered before Hifumi, and when his mouth opened the words fell with him.

“I see.” A simple remark, as he landed down besides the rest. “It is a pleasure.”

Only his furrowed brow did not settle, and his gaze cast across all faces present.

“Is this everyone?” He looked down. “Forget introductions for now. Is the healer with you? I am afraid I can not place names to faces, but this grounded man is likely in critical condition.”

There was ample time left between then and his following words. The only sound in the air being the continued yipping of the small bagged animal while the trembling staff member dared not move an inch. Both shock and fear binding her to the very spot.

“I see they are with you”—he nodded towards the fox—”that is good. I wish there was more time to converse but as you may guess haste is of utmost importance.”

“Have you heard of Ouroboros?” His voice softened. “I suppose the history of it does not matter. All there is to know at present is they are individuals up to no good. They have infiltrated both staff and protestors in order to achieve their ends.” He leaned down, grabbed the blank mask, and snapped it in two. “These accessories are practically their calling card, and if we do not do something quick this place is going to be blown to pieces.”

He took a breath.

“I have not been able to divulge the location of the explosives. Our opponents chose the setting precisely to limit our movements, and only now have I managed to pin one down.”

A pause.

“Do forgive me.” He lowered his head. “It was not my intention to act alone. With the presence of you superiors we can now operate more effectively under your guidance.”

NAVIGATE

 

[WhiskeyMarten]

SYLVIE SLEZÁK

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SCENE:

Tigers Arc 3: Scene 2 [The Heist]

LOCATION:

Central District

PARTICIPANTS:

Camila, Jennifer, Maria, Ryutaro, Samira, Sylvie

THE HEIST

“You read my mind, I think we will all have a lot to celebrate.”
Sylvie wasn’t sure if Camila meant it in a celebratory way, or as a way to ease the pain they may have to experience on this mission, but eager to keep his own spirits high he chose the former. He let his voice go quiet after that as the van made its way to the bank, listening to every bump in the road.

He couldn’t help but think of whether there could be a better way than guns. Something to make the guards sleep? A stealthier route, perhaps? As the van stopped, Sylvie felt his stomach churn, and he shut his eyes for a moment until the vehicle stopped again, this time at their destination. He contemplated some words of encouragement but kept them to himself, not willing to risk striking any nerves after the conversation with Jennifer.

Sylvie hoped there’d at least be a few moments to breathe, but it wasn’t long after he had scrambled out of the van behind the others did shots start to ring out, courtesy of the arms industry heiress - not to his surprise. He wasted no time finding cover in the large bay, peeking out to assess the situation in the first moments of chaos. Already he spotted bodies, ones that did not look like guards, and he ducked back down to suppress the urge to retch his guts up through the mask. Of course, he had seen violence before, it came with the job, and he was lucky enough to not be generally squeamish, but it didn’t mean he could just watch the carnage without feeling anything.

Face to face with the pallet he had hidden behind, Sylvie remained still for a few moments before peering back over, gun firmly in hand out from the cover. Then he spotted his mentor with her two takedowns and ran closer behind a different pallet. He had been lucky enough to avoid detection up to this point, and remained lucky, though he couldn’t shirk his duties. He knew what this mission was worth.
A guard appeared in Sylvie’s sight, not that he hadn’t seen any others, but this one was approaching Camila. He had a clear, close shot. He had to act, and he did. Though the weapon felt alien in his hands, he had the steady aim he always possessed. The guard had little time to react before the bullet struck the side of their head and they toppled over. After briefly glimpsing the mutilated face, Sylvie ducked back under the pallet, shaking legs bringing him to his knees as he let out a few panicked foreign words with the last of the breath he had been holding.

He let himself have the moment, his brain not even trying to force-feed him motivation to get through it. His hands were sullied now, and they would never be unsullied. Though his brain was dazed with the shock of what he just did, he managed to clamber back to his feet and make his way towards Camila. Even with the golden mask obscuring his face, his horror was evident. Nevertheless, his gun remained ready to shoot as he wordlessly took to supporting Camila’s blind spots

 

[WhiskeyMarten]

HECTOR MOSES

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SCENE:

Phoenixes Arc 3: Scene 3 [Whole World Blind]

LOCATION:

Lucky Rabbit Casino - Below Ground Floor, West District

PARTICIPANTS:

Charlie, Hector, Hide, Raquel, Yukito, Zachariah
Alicia, Dante

WHOLE WORLD BLIND

“Hey! What are you-” The man took a step back, hand nearing a large trouser pocket. He didn’t have time to do anything before frost overwhelmed his gaping mouth, cutting off his words as his limbs, and then his entire body froze in place. He could see nothing but blurs as he was slowly lost under the icy prison. Though there was nobody but Phoenixes near him, his words echoed around the lot as what may be the last imprint he’d ever leave on the place.

“Great.” Hector sauntered up to the popsicle of a man, grabbing him by the torso and prying his frozen feet off the ground. He then set the man laying down, and after giving the helpless worker a glare, Hector looked to his friends.
“We better get moving.”

Though it didn’t seem that the worker’s cries had garnered much attention, it felt like the start of a ticking time bomb. He had no way of knowing where the duo were either, and so every second they had to spend was precious.

“Our target should be on the first floor, we can take the stairs but…” He looked at the imp-like Yukito “We’ll get you a more indirect route, Pluto.” Hector scanned the area around him. Though his sponsee’s height was still something to get used to, with some Phoenixes even doubting he was a member at their last gathering, it came with unique benefits. Yukito’s willingness to use his physique to his advantage was just part of what made him such a valuable rookie. It didn’t take Hector long to find what he was looking for. A grate far above where they stood, hopefully, part of a larger network. He was counting on it.

“You can fly, right?” He looked at the little imp's wings with a bit of skepticism. “Hawk can help you through the building if you can get up there.” It was a direct command for Yukito to make it work, rather than a suggestion. Hector tapped his foot, and his eagerness to get moving showed.

 

[Haze-]

Dante Aguilar

https://www.rpnation.com/threads/four-heavenly-kings-cs-thread.503332/page-4#post-11450921

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SCENE:

Tigers Arc 3: Scene 3 [The Faceless Fox]

LOCATION:

Venom House, North District

PARTICIPANTS:

Dante, Akira, Pablo, Welsha, Ji-Young, Kiwi

The Faceless Fox

“So, serps in the north? Again?? Shit’s getting repetitive.” — The voice was telling him, it resounded in the bone-dome of his skull. A woman’s voice, she sounded angry— but then again, when wasn’t she?

“Yeah. Serps in the north. The sky also just so happens to be blue.“ — He retorted, eyes on the view coming from the one and only window.

It was a run-down motel, same one he’d technically inherited from his mother a while back ago. The walls were lined with the typical wallpaper from a couple of years ago, an ugly yellow with red dots and wavy stripes.

The blinds were drawn to show the thrill of the north at its full splendor. For but a moment, he sat there, statuesque in lengthy, thoughtful silence. Not a blink. Not a shrug. A stillness, a silence, remoteness. Not much to make out beyond the curtain of hair hiding those eyes.

For but a moment, he thought, was it sane for him to haunt those streets just below him? To feel like he could walk among the buildings, along with the huddled mass, with just a stare.

Almost as if he could feel the humid getting to his socks, from a puddle of early morning dew, through the worn-out soles of his sneakers. See the sleek, sickly doves resting on powerlines above him, something ambling a bit further up, cloud-gray and holding back the sun from him. For some reason, even after years have passed, he was still nailed down to this place, he kept it with him as though it were shelter.

He'd grown out of it, the feelings weren’t really there, they were more or less scattered in the hollow of his heart. Like a faded memory. He had the sensation wrapped around the tip of his tongue. Tasted like shit, sure, but it was familiar. It was a pull he felt for the place, that much he knew.

Home sickness, was it? Something like that.

Head tipping back, sinking in his seat, he scoffed— Not bothering to look back from the view — “At least it’s still the same as when we left it, right?”

The darkness bore its white fangs, a maw stretching, cracking and bending with an effort— All of her sharp, yellow eyes rolled with a lag at Dante’s words.

“Tch—yeah, right. I was thinkin’ maybe we coulda gone for better game. Gettin’ tired of biting off snake heads by now.” — The wolf scratched away at her snout with her rear legs. A lazy, bored motion.

Dante propped his head up with his elbow sitting on the window frame, sunlight coming down on half his face— “This isn’t a hunt. No one needs to get hurt. We’re only scaring him a little— scaring the cash out of him, rather. That’s why I only need one of you for this one.”

“Mm.”— A low growl, she started clawing harder — “Aye, sure. Scare him a little.” — It was a decent tell, he figured, same way he would see people running an idle hand through their hair, or rolling a drink around their mouth before swallowing, watching you over the rim of that same, slow drink, fingering the hoop in their earlobe; it was one of those ‘the devil’s in the details’ motion. An easy read

Dante never knew from who exactly the wolf’d picked up that body language from. Nevertheless, he was happy that she did. She was the easiest of the three to work with. In some way, she was the closest Dante’d ever gotten to having an actual dog— a loyal, trusty companion. If you could even call her that.

“Wait,”— The wolf barked, ears perking up — “Whaddaya mean you only need one?”

“You heard me. I can handle it.”

“So, you’re just gonna drive all the way out here, bunker down in aunt Rosa’s place—”

“Mom’s place,”— He corrected, shot a finger gun at the shadow.

“And walking in there through the front?? With all those snakes in the same room???“

As the wolf was asking, Dante was already getting up from his chair. There was a brief moment of silence as they eyeballed each other, separated by a thin thread of light coming from a gash in the wallpaper. He flinched, made a face, eyes going over to it. That one wall was falling apart, apparently. Mom would’ve had that fixed before the weekend came around.

She growled for his attention, sat him back down with one look.

“Hm.”— He grunted. She was a pain, as always.

“You don’t bet on losing dogs or what? It’s really not that complicated.”

“Mm.”

“That a grunt of approval or…?”

“That’s your idea of laying low? You’re gonna get yourself killed.”

“So maybe I’m just unlucky, cry me a river. Not like I got a choice.”

She met his gaze again. As per custom, Dante didn’t bat an eye at his own lunacy. It was practically an oddity to see him fidget in his train of thought these days, he just went with the motions.

In his case, it wasn’t a tell.

And he wasn’t lying either. Like he said, it didn’t matter if he liked the job or not anyways. When it comes down to it, he works for Akira. Employer’s word is law, and their word is gospel. Akira knows he’ll follow orders. Dante knows what happens if he doesn’t. He knew Welsha could do her job, Ji-Young could definitely do her job, that dude’s dog could also probably do his job— and then there was him. The weakest link in the chain, injured as he was.

Dante had to at least leave a semi-good impression in Akira. Being weak, reeking of blood and hurt, even not standing out among your fellow tigers wasn’t a good look.

“Earn your stripes.” — Or so he’s heard one of those wired workaholics in the gang say.

“Well fuck you then…” — He heard her sigh in the crevices of his mind, that one always earned a smile from him. She was die-hard when it came down to keeping him safe ever since he was a kid — “Go ahead, Tiger.”

“Appreciate it.” — He retorted, getting up from his chair. Looking out the window, today seemed hot. Going hotter, it seemed. As though the air shriveled under the heft of so much fucking heat. It wasn’t a good time for a night animal to be out, it was best just to get it over with and head back to sleep.

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Dim. Noisy. Unsettling.

Almost like the place had been designed with him in mind.

Like many places in the north, this one was also one of his favorite haunts, he had a fascination for this type of ambiance. Muted colors, lush displays of multi-colored drinks, dozens of convos in the same, androgynous, loud ass voice— that same voice drowned out by even louder music. He fancied these places where people sat around drinking with the dumbest look plastered on their face.

The vibe was there, and he would’ve loved to soak and melt into the voices and the music, solidify the atmosphere and be like them— but that was the funny thing about it. He wasn’t here visiting this mini habitat, where the junkies and the weak-livered dwelled, for leisure. No, he was here as a tiger.

Surrounded by a bunch of snakes.

He rolled a shoulder, began walking over to where the man of the hour was supposed to be at. He’d look over and already see a couple of people staring at him, getting funny ideas. Winding his way through the tables, spacing out for seven seconds, tops; there he was.

Dante skimmed through it in his head again, the folder he'd received, tailored specifically for him and him only, apparently. Very romantic, he figured.

Wagner Hoffman. A junkie with a decent-sized rep with the serpents back in north. Funny name too. If he was a runner like the folder told him, then he’d have no choice but to cut him down before he even got the chance to stand up. Dante was willing to try something a nice lady with a high-end suit had taught him. A nice lady whose teachings he could still feel etched all across his skin even after months had passed. The area around his used-to-be cracked ribs, most notably.

If success as a tiger meant being like her, then fuck it.

“Hoffman,” — Dante sat beside him, his gleaming, yellow eyes set somewhere else, scanning the room — “Heard you owe something to a fox. Sounds like a cool story.”

He flinched a little in his seat, made another face. The recumbent, dim of the light wasn’t doing him good. Dante sighed, took off his glasses and his eyes hung low, a drape of hair following them too. He looked over at the white-haired man. Hoffman didn’t seem fucked up enough to not notice the man asking for a pay up right beside him. He knew better, to stay lucid on payday. Or at least Dante hoped so.

Still, Hoffman seemed to have that one look in his eye.

Maybe he wasn’t selling it strong enough. His ‘Ji-Young’ still needed some more practice — “You wanna talk me through it then? I've got all day.” — He sighed into his seat, crossed his arms. His voice wasn’t rough when he talked to him. Rather, there was no tone in his voice, nor did he really seem tired. He figured neutral would be enough to get his point across.

“You don’t want your friends here to know how much fun you’ve been having with the product, no?”

Spoiler: Misc

Spoiler: Dog 1

Nobody Special​

 

[WhiskeyMarten]

JOZEF DAALMAN

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SCENE:

Serpents Arc 3: Scene 2 [Hunks In The City]

LOCATION:

Central District

PARTICIPANTS:

Celestine, Jozef, Markus, Nikolai, Tri

HUNKS IN THE CITY

It was a short-lived victory. Sure, the ice cream landed, with Jozef unable to prevent a smile from breaking the faux shock he displayed, but he was unprepared for the ice that shot through the ground from beneath their target’s feet. He raised one sneaker up before realising what it was, and then gingerly stood back on two feet, taking a step back. At least Nikolai had stolen the spotlight, though Jozef didn’t appreciate the threat. Aren’t we just messing with the guy? What’s with the mugging?


“Celeste!” His voice was lowered, still focused on the situation at hand, but still with a playful tone as he felt Celeste’s hand on his shoulder. He looked back at her with a smile, first playful like his words, but dropped into a more sheepish, apologetic expression when he saw her. He knew she didn’t approve, so he remained at a distance from Markus, just as happy to let Tri and Nikolai show why they were the leaders. Jozef hoped they would anyway.

Jozef noticed a shift in the man’s composure when Tri arrived, still feeling threatened by the man's powers but with growing curiosity. Maybe he recognized Tri and is getting nervous, the boy thought, but no, the words didn’t even make sense. See what? Eh, it made sense that the creepy staring guy was also insane. And it made sense for Tri to humour the question as well, Jozef peering over to the Kings with some concern.

“Flying Tiger? Flying Serpent? What’s this about, Tri? You friends with this guy or something?” And of course, it also made sense for Jozef to humour the strange behaviour in turn, leaving Celeste’s side to get closer to the men. He shot an innocent grin at Markus as he waited for some elaboration. Of course, he remained unaware of who he was smiling at. He was never interested in gang politics after all.
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[Ambiloquous]

Flo Léon-Kang

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SCENE:

Tigers Arc 3: Scene 1 [PASSERI PARK'S ULTRA PASSIONATE MELODY ONSLAUGHT]

LOCATION:

Central District

PARTICIPANTS:

Florence, Pascal, Gavril, Milo, Jackson (

BriiAngelic

), The One Eyed Bandit

HP

STA

CHR

The wrestler arched a brow, glancing between Jackson and the heeled contestant. It’d been less than fifteen minutes and already there seemed to be an antagonistic relationship on set—in the location with only two people, no less. She wondered if their personalities had been put together for this purpose and shook it off, feeling dirty at the thought. Speculating too far led to paranoia, and hell if she wanted to go down that route.

“Threaten? That seems a lil’ extreme, don’t ya think?”

She paused to scan Jackson and noted his tousled hair, though it looked to be more purposeful than the result of some action. Flo hoped there hadn’t been a battle with invisible consequences before this because she wasn’t sure she could mediate through the mess after having fallen right atop one of the participants.

The shifting stance and the movement away from her person wasn’t helping to assuage her worries on future conflict. Was it caution, habit or something else? She desperately tried to remember what her brother had said about rabbits and aggression, leaning her weight on one side to try and exude a casual levity. It wasn’t a position she’d ever use in the ring, but this game show was making her think it had a different idea of correct posture.

“Jackson then.”

She nodded as he finished speaking, acknowledging the name and the clarification of the tasks before her.

“Don’t know if I’ll have any luck with that, what with me fallin’ on her, but thanks for the explanation. Woulda been lost without ya.”

She didn’t miss the jab towards the contestant drunkenly stumbling around. Or the turn to flirting. The blonde appeared to be barely teetering the line of adulthood, what with the youthful features and reedy build—just a couple days past a teenager. She sighed and said,

“Y’ain’t my type, kid.”

Without letting her ruminate on hurting a delicate youth’s feelings(?), the now far less glamorous contestant began spewing angry insults after catching her breath by the walls. Her action of spitting on the ground for emphasis somehow managed to be both disgusting yet still reminiscent of the knight-glove-duel scenario. Was she trying to start a fight?

Flo started towards the boxes with clues first, grabbing one and speeding her walk towards the standoff to wedge herself between the two.

“Hey, now. You don’t really think we’ll be handing it over with that shit attitude, do ya? If ya wanted cooperation, you coulda just asked.”

Displaying the clue in her hand to both Makoto and Jackson, she added,

“Ain’t no memorization master, so you can’t take it, but you can look.”

TL;DR:

Flo think, grab clue and talk.

 

[Caffeine_Obsessed]

Yuto Nishimura

CS Link

SCENE:

Serpents Arc 3: Scene 3 [Filth in the Gutter]

LOCATION:

Lab Icarus, North District

PARTICIPANTS:

Darius|Mimi|Orion|Reese|Rutheless|Sang-Cheol|Yuna|Yuto

FILTH IN THE GUTTER

The three eyed man couldn't help but quirk a brow. Why did this man seem so... unbothered? Yuto wasn't one to take much things seriously anyhow- but he honestly felt a little miffed. I mean- one of them could literally die here!

Yuto pouted, shuffling forward on the ceiling until he hovered nearly directly above them. He slowly unstuck his hands, being careful not to alert the enemy of his presence. His three eyes squinted, examining. It looked like the masked man was going for the attack. he eyed the tattooed lady from head to toe. She seemed strong enough to handle her own but... he really REALLY wanted to touch those pretty lights. Since he was distracted... surely he wouldn't mind if Yuto steals one of them~ His three eyes glistened in excitement, shining as he stared at the pretty things dancing around the masked man.

He jumped down from the ceiling, landing directly on the man's back, clawing desperately at his shoulders as well as the makeshift bright wings. He stuck his feet to the man's side, yelling infuriated, "GIVE. IT. TO. ME! NOW! MINE!" giggling breathlessly.

Spoiler: Tags

Gerda Misuteeku Silva Doctor Llamabean Ruthe First Rose Ruriko Beann

 

[Doctor Llamabean]

TAZZ (August August)

CS Link

SCENE:

Serpents Arc 3: Scene 1 [Thicker Than Water]

LOCATION:

Mysterious Black Site, North District

PARTICIPANTS:

August, Damian, Kinsley, Kisara, Kyo, Peyton, Raph, Sab, Shinko

THICKER THAN WATER

August wasn’t afraid. The part of him that knew this manifestation of horror was the work of a potential strongly influenced that. But the part of him that throbbed with pain in his temples and the unknowing of what else the monster was capable of stapled the tempting urge to dip right to his forehead. For a dull moment, he actually thought he felt it, but that was just his goggles.

It was like a multiple-choice segment in a video game. Three options, and two of them were to run. Very convincing, it was. Pride in some men might lean them toward the third, more unique option for the sake of being different, but August liked to play things safe… Though, one might beg to differ; that his life choices haven’t exactly been the most self-preserving compared to the average white-collar citizen. He considered himself a careful man nonetheless.

His heart knocked against his breastbone when the crow, or raven—yes, he considered the differences between the two, but also it was predominantly nothing like either of the two, what with its massive size and murderous intent—targeted him with a mean talon. It grew before his eyes and he reckoned it would have snatched his head off if it hadn’t been for Peyton.

When the arm flopped at his feet, August kicked it away, nose wrinkled, before Peyton was suddenly beside him.

“Aww, you're not getting cold feet, are you?” Peyton cracked.

“Ah’m beyond that, mate. Ah’ve got fockin’ frostboite.” August bit his lip with uncertainty despite being able to crack back.

Peyton continued after, “Maybe you could ruffle his feathers up a lil while I go in for the stabby?”

“Stabby?” August repeated, sparing a glance at the boy. He had a few ideas himself but not the desire to show them off, not to mention there was no guarantee they’d even work, and he hadn’t the motivation to persevere. Nevertheless, calculating eyes beneath tight-knit brows observed the monstrosity for a time.

Then he nodded, August, and told Peyton, “... Moight could open’im up. Go full cyclone… but’chu gotta be quick witha stabby.” August eyed the spot where Romero was recently glimpsed. “Dunno how fast tha bastard can regen, yeh?... So, ah’ll open’im up, cut off wind. You run in…” After that, August wasn’t concerned. If Peyton emerged again successful, good. If he didn’t, then that would be his queue and bye-bye Serpents.

He conveyed the iffy realm of possibilities on his face, cringing as he shrugged.

It was a great plan and all, but also one that August could simply execute on his own if he really wanted. That is, given he’d grasped the full understanding of this creature. This living exoskeleton encasing Romero.

Open it up, leap in with wind-reinforced speed, and drill through the enemy’s chest. Just like that. Simple and easy.

Except he wouldn’t do that. All skill, no grit. Always looking for the easy way out, but denying himself the bloody course of action when it seemed easiest. Yet he didn’t recoil at the sight of death. He didn’t stare into the eyes of his victims, but he knew he had them, and he’d always slept just fine, never second guessing. So, why not? August had no answer to that past a vague shrug. And, yes, he had asked himself before. He simply avoided the bloody course of action as half-mindedly as he avoided driving on the wrong side of the road… But every now and again, when things were slow, he contemplated that dotted line to get ahead.

“WHY WON'T YOU JUST DIE?!” Kisara’s voice rang out.

August pursed his lips and took a step back at the sight of the horned woman lunging for the feathered beast. How she latched herself to the stump of its severed arm, he thought to himself that maybe he wouldn’t have to do anything after all. But more than that… he was hesitant to get in her way. He’d managed to talk down her passionate rage once before, but now?

August looked at Peyton.

AUGUST/POST NOTES​

— —What he's wearing (See post image) White turtleneck; Teal jacket; White pants; Black shoes + Earrings, and ski goggles over his forehead

— —POST RECAP: Peyton saves August from Romero's attack, then the two of them discuss a plan.

(Interacting w/ Peyton, Romero, ?Miasma?, Kisara) @Coyote Hart @AriAriAbabwa QuirkyAngel Lucem Kyuubey simj26 Elenion Aura Beann ​

 

[Stros]

Ryoma Matsuno

CS Link

SCENE:

Phoenixes Arc 3: Scene 1 [Follow the Lightning]

LOCATION:

South District

PARTICIPANTS:

Anya, HItoshi, Suzerain, Noa, Merrit,

FOLLOW THE LIGHTNING

It was an all too familiar sensation. The subtle widening of his field of view, the perception of time slowing down, and his sense of reality seeming to condense down to the immediate area. An adrenaline response initiated by his subconscious, to a threat not yet realized by Ryoma himself. While possibly instilling a sense of unease or even panic, Ryoma remained relaxed as he followed the que of others in looking about the room. At Anya's scream he turned towards her, and quickly followed her gaze up towards the ceiling, just in time to brace himself for the full weight of the reptilian intruder. Despite the lack of total surprise, the lizard's vault still yet knocked Ryoma back, and down to one knee. Still, it was preferable to having the wind knocked out of him if the kick had connected directly with his diaphragm.

Watching the antics of Monohybrid shortly after, he merely gave her a nod in response to her "test" and watched at she bolted for the front entrance. Regaining his standing posture, he took a moment to inspect his coat sleeves that now had the marked imprints from two wet and dirty feet. Letting out a sigh to himself at the prospect of having to retake it to the dry cleaners, Ryoma smirked lightly to himself before shaking his head.

"Hah. Well... I wasn't expecting an invisible man. A shapeshifter sure." He joked. As he began making his way towards the door in pursuit of Monohybrid, but at a far more languid pace. His focus directed to undoing the cuffs of his overcoat. He stopped to remove the jacket and began loosening the sleeves of his undershirt before looking up at Anya, and then to the window.

"We'll... sort that out once we find out what our friend knows. ... Stay here, and uh- lock the doors."

While it didn't seem that the infiltrator was the type to take a hostage, Ryoma knew never to underestimate the bold actions of the desperate. Taking one last look at Anya, he made his way to the front door of the Shellac. Closing it after him, now with rolled up sleeves, he casually threw his ruined overcoat over his shoulder and walked to the alleyway where he could see Monohybrid and Vali had managed to ensnare their "friend". He had heard the sound of electrical discharge a moment ago and noted the outline of a figure on the ground distorting the puddles beneath it. Putting two together, he guessed it was the amateur scientist's handiwork.

"Nice job Mono." He remarked. Strangely seeming proud of the fact that, despite her odd personality, she could handle herself.

"I don't know who you are, and honestly it doesn't matter to me. But, you should know who we are... and that we're searching for our friend. ... Tell us what you know. Why you're here. ... I'd rather not have to beat the answers from you."

Addressing the empty alleyway between the two groups, Ryoma was hoping to resolve things easier by way of diplomacy versus brute strength. Often enough, the reputation of the Phoenixes preceded them, even in circumstances where less than bloodthirsty members were present. The fact the chameleon hadn't managed to escape the group yet was telling of the man's skill. He clearly hadn't thought out a plan B for this endeavor and the possible outcomes, at least it didn't appear that way. If there was any reason or fear that Ryoma could take advantage of he would, if it meant finding out what was going on sooner. Though, firmly gripping the collar of his overcoat, intent upon its use, he was just as ready to charge and apprehend the man if it came down to it.

Anya( joshuadim ), Suzerain( Ambiloquous ), Noa( Peckinou ), Merrit(@Abyss)

 

[joshuadim]

THE INTRUDER

SCENE:

Phoenixes Arc 3: Scene 1 [Follow the Lightning]

LOCATION:

South District

PARTICIPANTS:

Hitoshi, Merrit, Noa, Ryoma, Suzerain

FOLLOW THE LIGHTNING

The Intruder didn't reply immediately to Ryoma as he grunted aloud and staggered to his feet, leaning against the exterior wall of Bar Shellac as he then returned to his normal self. His camouflage disappeared, leaving in view a green scaled man who now wore dirtied and wet jeans and shirt. He was visibly shaken by the threat as he raised a hand up in surrender and shook his head. "Fucking fuck, don't kill me alright?" he then said, gripping at his chest where he had been shocked heavily. "Whaddaya wanna know? Why I'm here? Dammnit..."

The Intruder scoffed as he cursed to himself under his breath, not wanting to degrade himself further than he already has. "I'm just a burglar, alright? I break into places, yeah? So some suit comes up to me and tells me to break into somewhere and record. Easy cash, y'know?" He then darted his eyes around as if someone were watching, before pulling from under his shirt a recording device that was now visibly broken thanks to Suzerain's shield. "I swear I didn't know it had anything to do with the Phoenixes, you gotta believe me!"

Interacting: Ryoma ( Stros )
Mentions: Suzerain ( Ambiloquous )

 

[Chaos Gallant]

Jack

CS Link

SCENE:

New Oasis Arc 3: Scene 3 [Silence for the Damned]

LOCATION:

Dilapidated Clinic, North District

PARTICIPANTS:

Charmy, Dagger, Guinevere, Jack

Silence for the Damned

“I feel like you-” Jack began, but two quick buzzes from his phone distracted him. He held up a finger and mouthed, ‘Sorry.’ He stepped off to the side letting the other three deal with the philosophical small talk while he checked his phone.

He hummed as he looked through his messages, ‘Let’s see here… One from Jessi and one from Samira.’ He read through Jessi’s first. They went on about details from the board meeting they were at this morning for a few paragraphs, “Hm hm. Oh!” At the end of their message, Jessi told him they’d be heading to Ralph’s for pizza and heading to the Railroad after for drinks and whatnot. “Now, that’s what I like ta’ hear.”

He checked Samira’s message before replying to Jessi.

“Felt cute, might commit a crime”

Jack spoke each word as he texted Samira back, “L-O-L, me-n-Jessi-are-headin-to-Raplh’s-n-the-Railroad-later-ifn-ur-tryin-to-meet-up-at-our-place-to-pre-game. I’ll-see-if-Charmy’s-down-too. Also-check-this-guy-out.” He lifted his phone up to take a selfie of the group and sent it to Samira. “It’s-like-the-start-of-a-bad-joke-laughing-emoji-we’ll-see-ya-later.” He sent the message and let Jessi know it would be a party of three for Raplh’s.

Jack turned back to the group not having caught much of the actual conversation so far. “Now I hate to be rude, but if we could skip the philosophical tirade that’s about to come spillin’ outta’ yer’ mouth n’ get down to business.” He said curtly, looking at Roland before continuing. “Whether that be the gunslingin’ or deal makin’ type I leave to you, but I got dinner plans, so I would prefer if we moved things along. Oh, Miss Charmy,” He turned to her, “Jessi, Sammy, n' I are headin’ to Raplh’s n’ the Railroad later if ya’ were interested.”

Spoiler: Tags

The One Eyed Bandit BluEndings simj26 Elenion Aura

 

[Peckinou]

Noa Bakoria Aquanaut

http://www.google.com

CS Link

SCENE:

Phoenixes Arc 3: Scene 1 [Follow the Lightning]

LOCATION:

South District

PARTICIPANTS:

joshuadim , Merrit , Ryoma Stros , Suzerain Ambiloquous

Follow the Lightning

Noa wasn't exactly happy about being thrown to the ground by their bodyguard, but they suppose they were just doing their job, they were quite thankful for their bodyguard overall since they were a expert in their work. Their assailant was quickly thrown into the wall, when Noa got a look at them, they were quickly able to recognize them as a HP, mostly due to their reptile like skin, which pretty much made it obvious. Unfortunately, before their bodyguard could capitalize on their assailant their bodyguard gave a simple warning to Noa "Dodge." with that warning given Noa, got up and noticed that their assailant threw a trash bag aimed at their bodyguard. Their bodyguard easily sidestepped the trash bag thrown at them, despite the trash spreading out, but Noa who was still behind him wasn't fortunate enough to dodge it all and some of it had managed to hit her. While their assailant had used that little time they had making their escape, Noa meanwhile looked at her now ruined outfit, and had grown to be incredibly pissed off. She let out a roar of frustration as she looked at her outfit, and stormed over to their bodyguard, grabbed their hand and burned a tattoo of power onto him, causing him to wince in pain for a moment. "GET, HIM!" it was a command that their bodyguard didn't protest, and quickly went on towards the alleyway, in order to try to catch up. Typical her bodyguards weren't supposed to leave their side, but their bodyguard also doubled as a assassin for her, and she was extremely pissed right now, so they knew better than to argue against her, when she was angry.

As their bodyguard moved in to find pursue their target, they managed to catch Suzus voice shouting that their assailant was able to turn invisible, though they wern't able to catch the rest of what she said. Still it didn't stop him from heading down the alleyway, following the sound of scampering that they weren't able to pin point the exact location of, but their danger sense had been alerted when another trash bag had been thrown their way. In which they made a quick roll for it in order to successfully dodge it, when they managed to pin point where the location the trash bag came from, they found nothing there likely cause they intruder had already scampered away to another area. They had somewhat lost where the intruder was, but soon heard a scream and rushed to the location of where the noise came from, Suzu was holding a shield at one of the exit points, when they managed to take a closer look they were able to notice subtle hints that their camo turning assailant was there, the dripping of dirty water being one major indicator. Their bodyguard Kyshoden drew his blade taking a combat stance ready to rush him, that was until Ryoman appeared and decided to talk their camouflaging assailant down into surrendering, at first there was no answer, and Kyshoden had thought of charging forward in order to scare him into submission or giving his location away. But the lizard man soon went of his camo in order to properly surrender, and explain his situation, when he had finished, Kyoshoden Noa had finally caught up, less dirty that she originally was, but it was still clear that some of trash stains had still been etched onto her clothes.


When Noa arrived it was clear that she was pissed, their bodyguard had relaxed their stance pointing their blade to the ground, as Noa stormed past them and towards the lizard man. "YOU!" it was clear that she wasn't all that happy, as she went to grab the lizard mans hand in order to painfully burn a Tattoo of pain onto him, "Just what makes you think, in your right mind that it would be a good idea to start throwing, TRASH AT PEOPLE! I swear if you don't give us everything you know, who you work for, where you were supposed to meet them right now, i will make sure you know the reason why people call me Poena! EVEN THOUGH IT'S SUPPOSED TO BE VAL!" It was clear she wasn't happy with the entire situation, though she was thankful that she had a spare outfit in their limo. Noa had her own reputation where the name Poena had gotten her to be known as the Harbinger of Vengeance for the South, she had helped man NPs settle scores with HPs, and sometimes helped HPs settle scores with other HPs. If the Lizard man knew the name, he would know better than to piss her off, and once she has the Tattoo of Pain etched onto him, it would pretty much be game over as his fate would be in her hands, even if it would take 5 minutes for her to be able to activate it, he would pretty much be in her pocket until the Tattoo ran out of power or she decided to release him.

 

[Vahn]

Schroeder Wildschwein

CS Link

SCENE:

Dragons Arc 3: Scene 2 [Hunting Filth]

LOCATION:

Serpent Chemical Warehouse, North District

TIME:

Silva, Laura, Ruriko, Schroeder, Jiak, Mimi, Rebecca

Dragons Arc 3: Scene 2 [Hunting Filth]

The large speakers continued to blast the music and the lyrics continued in a loop. " Fighting villains from afar. You gotta find first gear. In your giant robot car! You dig giant robots! I dig giant robots! We dig giant robots! Chicks dig giant robots! Nice!!! "

Schroeder Wildschwein seemed to be smiling inside the van slash head compartment of his giant robot van and he took note of something the creator or animator of this robot vehicles seemed to not take into account. If the animated objects lost their balance, like what Schroeder Wildschwein did to one of them it seems like they stopped fighting or obeying commands altogether something to note if the Azure Dragons ever fight again with the Sable Serpents. Schroeder Wildschwein also notice that the downed robot vehicles not resisting or fighting against each other and worse not even paying attention to his own giant robot van. Seems like another flaw in the creator or animator of these robot vehicles. Schroeder Wildschwein looked on at the scene happening around him from the animation of an Earth Golem at the loading bay and even a pressurized shoot coming from within the forest which clipped Laura (Tetra) as she fell to the ground.

Schroeder Wildschwein turned his attention first to the where the shot came from as he made his giant robot van use its foot to touch the fallen robot vehicle while Schroeder Wildschwein reached into his pocket and pull out a few special Dragon breath twelve gauge shells. Schroeder Wildschwein first materialized the leg he took from the down robot vehicle as his own giant robot van grabbed the leg with its arms and prepared into a strange stance.

To those who played this strange game, you could see the giant robot van left foot touching the fallen robot vehicle while it right foot is a few feet apart, the removed leg and foot raised up high as the giant robot van hands gripped tightly at the leg socket, it knees and waist bended and it looks like the giant robot van head compartment was staring dead center at where the water bullet shot out from and yes if you can follow all this then you know that the giant robot van is making a proper batting stance for Baseball. It only took a few seconds for the next part to happen as the shells, tires, cigarette lighters and one of the fallen robot vehicle fist suddenly disappeared from Schroeder Wildschwein storage and the fallen robot vehicle as it reappears as a mighty fist in front of the giant robot van. At that moment the giant robot van swung with the leg socket bat at the mighty fist causing it to fly into the air but however instead of landing directly on the pipe it landed on the right side next to the pipe but oddly enough that didn't faze Schroeder Wildschwein as he knew his deadly concoction will soon bloom as he quickly moved his giant robot van away from its position as it made its way to Laura (Tetra) clearly ignoring the Earth Golem. Schroeder Wildschwein giant robot van had one thing that triumphs that Earth Golem and that is speed as giant robot van starts to run faster eventually forcing Schroeder Wildschwein use giant robot van free hand to scoop up the ground closet to Laura (Tetra) as it the earth, rubble and Laura (Tetra). It would continue running fast as it can while Schroeder Wildschwein hit the next track button as it lets out a new music as the lyrics burst out of the speakers " Ah....gas, gas, gas....Ah.....Do you like my car?...my car?...my car?....

The music would blare out mixed in with guitar riffs, synthesizer playing and drum beats. "Guess you're ready 'cause I'm waiting for you. It's gonna be so exciting! Got this feeling really deep in my soul... Let's get out, I wanna go, come along, get it on. Gonna take my car, gonna sit in. Gonna drive along 'til I get you. 'Cause I'm crazy, hot and ready, but you like it. I wanna race for you. Shall I go now?. Gas, gas, gas. I'm gonna step on the gas. " The van side door would open as Schroeder Wildschwein would deposit Laura (Tetra) along with the rubble into the van before shutting the side doors all the while charging towards the forest before it somehow caught on fire so Schroeder Wildschwein and Giant robot van made a quick u-turn to get back to the parking area. Schroeder Wildschwein decided instead of going through the way his team came from instead decided to avoid going towards the Earth Golem and Loading Bay. The best course of action would be to go the small side road but since the giant robot van was big it was going to also smash through small of the warehouse and there was only one thing Schroeder Wildschwein could say out loud to himself and an unconscious Laura (Tetra). Pedal to the Metal.

The giant robot van barreled its way through. The supposed Labs, the various windows, the concrete, the roofing and lets not forget the various swings with the discard leg to make room without a care. But let's rewind time a bit back to when the supposed mighty fist fell down next to the right side of the pipe and see what is the deadly concoction that Schroeder Wildschwein. Inside the fist the shells had its contents of Magnesium pellets littered inside the fist. The impact of hitting the ground caused the pellets to fall into the lit cigarette lighters causing an ignition which caused a daisy chain reaction of each Magnesium pellets igniting all at once causing a fire. Mixed in were the spare tires which also caught on fire thus creating a fire that has a toxic and irritating fumes. Any person who attempts to breathe in the fumes will need serious medical attention.

Spoiler: Tag

Mentions:
Doctor Llamabean
Beann
RedArmyShogun

Probably attacks:
The Regal Rper
Nobody Special
Elenion Aura
WhiskeyMarten
gxxberkit
Misuteeku

 

[simj26]

Inigo Han

CS Link

SCENE:

Phoenixes Arc 3: Scene 2 [Tactical Mayhem]

LOCATION:

CDPD-HQ, Upper Central

PARTICIPANTS:

Ashley, Boltius, Eric, Gideon, Inigo, Roza, Tatsuya

TACTICAL MAYHEM

He spat at the ground. A loose tooth ricocheted off the floor, flecks of blood splashed in a grim pattern in the same spot. He touched his side, where an ugly gash was present, blood sticking onto his hand as he did. Wounded. He didn't think she had it in her. Criminals these days were getting tougher. He scowled. He had to be tougher than them. He clenched his fist, and then brought it down onto her face. And again, and again, and again. The skin on his knuckles tore, the blood on it no longer just the interloper’s. No forgiveness. No holding back. He never learned her name. He supposed he wouldn’t need to know. Once this was over, all they had to do was tag and bag it. Or was it the other way around? He drew back his fist, pulling the limp body by its collar up towards him…then cocked his head. Breathing. Barely. Conscious? Probably not. Far from it. She had put up a good chase. A good fight. Not that it mattered any more. Only the ends were worth anything. He loosened his grip on the collar, letting the body slump down onto the ground, and straightened up, dusting himself down.

Still, yet more rats infest the walls. The response teams were probably already here, a cure for the plague that infested them. He clicked his tongue, and cradled his chin between his fingers. He had to drive the rats away. But how? He had to revise the information he was given. Four gangs. Most of them operated with some level of camaraderie, with strong exception of, perhaps, the Serpents. This one at his feet was professional, a soldier of some sort. She knew her way around a combat situation. That would place her as a likely candidate for a Phoenix, the blood-craving mercenaries that they were, too scared to operate out in a bigger world, choosing only to function within New Oasis. If they had any mind for business, they’d expand it.

He bent down, and with one hand, took hold of the woman’s head, and dragged her limp body with him across the hallways. The air filled with the ominous cracking sounds, like thin ice of a frozen river threatening to shatter under the feet of those who dared to cross it. The solid blade formed once more in his free hand. The cracking morphed into a soft grinding screech as he lowered the blade, dragging it across the empty hallways.

That camaraderie of theirs could work. Their sense of…’family’, twisted as the word was. They will learn. There was no family within hell. This was their inferno, and he was their gaoler.


—-

“Officer Lawless.”

He had arrived to Oliver’s dance party. He was locked in his ballet with another man. Rudimentary implements were being used. A bat, of all things. Could have used a baton.

“Sgt. Inigo Han, New Oasis Police Department, Organised Crime Division.” His voice barely rose above a hissing growl as he introduced himself yet again. He raised the limp body of his mark for the three– wait, three?-- beings present in the bullpen. Grinding the blade upon the ground, and raising its tip to the woman’s side, his disinterested eyes seemed to glower at the dirty dog in front of him. “Persist, and she dies. Surrender, and she will be given proper medical treatment. Your choice.”

Roda the Red Nobody Special @Coyote Hart

Interacting with:
Lucem Doctor Llamabean

 

[joshuadim]

THE INTRUDER

SCENE:

Phoenixes Arc 3: Scene 1 [Follow the Lightning]

LOCATION:

South District

PARTICIPANTS:

Hitoshi, Merrit, Noa, Ryoma, Suzerain

FOLLOW THE LIGHTNING

The Intruder let out a yelp of pain as Noa did her thing, causing him to collapse to his knees as pain wracked his body. "GAH! WHAT THE FUCK LADY!?" he yelled out as he clutched at his wrist. His gaze darted between Noa, Suzerain and Ryoma as he looked desperate in the current situation and stuttered a few times before speaking. "F-fuck, listen! I don't know the guy, he was some suit, okay? He spoke funny though, wasn't from around here. All I had to do was get in and transmit, okay?"

What this meant, in essence, was that whoever was on the receiving end of the transmission had heard what Suzerain and Ryoma picked up from Hitoshi's laptop. "L-look, I'm just a small fry, okay? I ain't-" the Intruder then started to say as he buckled in pain again. "F-FUCK! Please take this thing off me, holy shit! I told you everything I know!"

Interacting: Noa ( Peckinou ), Ryoma ( Stros ), Suzerain ( Ambiloquous )

 

[Elenion Aura]

THE DOCTOR

SCENE:

Serpents Arc 3: Scene 1 [Thicker Than Water]

LOCATION:

Control Room, Mysterious Black Site, North District

PARTICIPANTS:

August, Damian, Kinsley, Kisara, Kyoden, Peyton, Raphael, Sabrina, Shinko

THICKER THAN WATER

A gloved hand slammed down onto a control panel as a masked man cursed and spat as he watched the events unfold in the security footage before him. Things were not proceeding as he had hoped. His children were not performing as he'd expected. The intruders, it seemed, were gaining ground. The upper hand was securely in their court. A nervous chill ran down his spine. He couldn't afford this... Couldn't afford to fail, again.

Not good. Not good at all.

"Worthless wretches..!"

The Doctor raised his other fist, ready and willing to bring it down upon this imperfect fascimile, a manifestation of his own failures, as if in doing so he could forestall his own fate... Only to be stopped by the sound of another voice. This one was laced thick with a foreigner's accent, but was nevertheless a familiar one.

"Peace, tovarishch."

The doctor unclenched his fist and waved flippantly at the other man's approach, though he did cease his hysterics in the spirit of... What did these lawmen call it? Professionalism. He had no use for it, but he did have a use for them. Their resources, their facilities... Their leniency in the face of his more... Unscrupulous medical practices... Because they saw his value, his worth. Something the Sable Serpents never could, nor would, do. His genius was finally free to flourish!.. Only now his genius was decorating the walls of their compound. Damnable Serpents..! Curse them for making a fool out of him now as they had done then.

And yet...

He wasn't out of cards, yet... He may have lost the Tiger King, but he still had the Dragon... Oh, yes... She could do it. She could end this in a flash! She would—

The doctor's train of thought was interrupted by the other man entering his personal space—one of the living; disgusting—and observing the myriad security screens that flickered and frayed with each cacophonous blow traded in the skirmish. He could not help but leer at the ghastly burn that marred one half of his face. An unsightly imperfection, but one that the true death could remedy. Oh, what a wondrous servant he would have made, such power..—

"We are not finished yet," he said without his eyes ever leaving the screen, tracking the Serpent Queen as he made his way further into the viper's nest. "In fact, if we play this right, there is a mighty bargain to be made." And with that, he shoved off, to where the Doctor cared precious little. The cryptic fool. Whatever bargain he intended to strike was of no consequence, so long as the work may continue. He was so close... The blood was the key, but there was still one piece that eluded him. He flicked a switch on the control board and illuminated security footage of the holding cell, as if the answer to the riddle would illuminate itself upon the prisoner's flesh...

 

[Kyuubey]

Wren Krydos

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SCENE:

Tigers Arc 3: Scene 1 [Where Giants Sleep]

LOCATION:

Heavenly Beast Plaza, Lower Central District

PARTICIPANTS:

Ezra, Kenji, Elias, Passeri, Isobel

WHERE GIANTS SLEEP

Wren raised an inquisitive brow in Kenji’s direction but didn’t feel like snapping back at his little retort. If she showed him that it was irking her in the slightest, she'd be loading the gun so he'd have more ammo to slew at her later. Those lips scrunched up from side to side, nose wrinkling in unison, as those vibrant ocean colored hues peered out past the glow of Ezra’s crystal that he used to light the way.

Her steps remained effortlessly quiet for once as she followed closely behind and whether that was due to the sleepy samurai utilizing his potential or not was unknown. She tended to come across misfortune as if it were magnetized or honed in on her person so it wouldn’t surprise her if he was taking extra precautions to try to mask her presence within the tunnels.

Those snow touched strands shifted slightly as her head turned to and fro, eyes flickering onwards as they navigated the many snake-like paths. They curved and sharply turned or flowed into a river of twists. It wouldn’t surprise her if they were somehow finding themselves back where they started. Her sense of direction wasn’t always the keenest and the shadows cast about making things harder to distinguish certainly wasn’t helping. Wren loved a good puzzle but this was becoming rather tedious and repetitive.

A sigh of relief tumbled past her lips when they entered a space that was extremely different from what they’d been staring at for however much time had passed since they jumped down into the stagnant abyss beneath the statue. An observant gaze slid from each chamber sprawled out about them on either side to take in the objects and discarded food left behind. What a waste, even if it didn’t look entirely edible. Whomever had occupied the little cubby holes certainly wasn’t of the tidy nature.

Wren’s hand rose as she pinched at the bridge of her nose. Blue orbs shone with the reflection of the light as she cast a glance at Ezra and Kenji, trying to gauge their thoughts by reading their expressions. Kenji wasn’t much help, nor was he ever the most visual person to read, but Ezra was another story. His poker face was nonexistent.

Those lips thinned out into a visible line of concern as Ezra began talking and instantly fell silent once something else snatched his attention. Wren followed his eyes, peering out at the silhouette that could easily be mistaken for another person. A step forward was taken but she noted the object within Ezra’s hand that had come into view. Her eyes were taking a bit to adjust but with Ezra’s tensed up shoulders easing just the slightest was enough to settle the alarms going off in her head. Just a little. She was still on higher alert than she had been before.

After all, she didn’t exactly need to pull out a weapon or prepare herself to attack someone or defend herself. All it would take was parting her lips and a quick thought to piece together the proper command for the situation. Quick thinking was a stronger suit of hers even if she did move around with an air of little care or naivety.

“ Well the last statue we fiddled with had secrets about it. Not far off to assume this one could too. “ She signed, making sure her hands were clearly visible in the glow of that portable light, kudos to Passeri.

Wren read his conflicted expression and continued. “ It doesn’t seem like we have a choice. No risk, no reward, right? I'll take one for the team. “

She ambled past the two Tigers and began approaching the ‘statue’ that was standing ominously across from the group. Those hands reached out, remaining unshaking, ready to touch and discover whatever she may be able to find upon it.

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[Elenion Aura]

NPC POST

SCENE:

New Oasis Arc 3: Scene 2 [The Dragon and the Phoenix]

LOCATION:

Central District

PARTICIPANTS:

Helva, Isaiah, Kanna, Kaede, Maho, Meirin, Rin, Shen, Vulken, Yong-Yut

THE DRAGON AND THE PHOENIX

With the rabble-rousers routed, the quiet, watchful peace of the peace talks returned. And the waiting continued. Elsewhere, The Dragon King and his Phoenix counterpart were at last coming to an agreement, and in so doing had come to understand one another more clearly. The seeds of a lasting relationship between them had once more been planted. Things were looking promising...

Shen stood opposite his mirror in the South. They were away from the wandering eyes of their subjects, or so they were both led to believe. It was here that they could meet, crown to crown, and—Shen hoped—stave off further destruction. He did not know what the 'right' course was, but the Jack of the Scarlet Phoenixes had brokered this meeting, this parley... And perhaps it was correct. Perhaps it was noble to avoid war, sacrifice glory and conquest in the name of peace and harmony, of beauty.

And that was what he and the Phoenix King had done. When they had arrived upon this field, they were two strangers, little more than faceless rivals vying for the same prize. Now, through simple conversation, Shen had come to know the woman that stood before him. Proud, powerful, prudent. He could not help but admire her. She had been King of the Phoenixes far longer than he King of the Dragons, and in that time she had even laid claim to Central itself. And yet did Shen come to learn that the King's heart bled most fervently for her family, no less than any other Phoenix.

Perhaps... Perhaps they had been going about this all wrong? Why... Why did they fight, after all? For territory? Glory? Destiny?

A simple conversation had unraveled much of what Shen knew to be true, based on what he had heard, what he had seen, and what he had come to believe. He was happy to embrace this new reality.

He extended his hand, and the Phoenix King took it. The war of the Dragon and the Phoenix that had raged this three-quarter-year was ended.

And as their hands fell, a ripple passed beneath their feet. It was not a tremor, far too delicate, far too precise. It felt more like a pulse. Like a heartbeat... From below? The ground itself... Not one moment more had passed before Shen felt his own heart begin to quaver. His pulse quickened, his body seized as if racked by some unseen thread that tightened. Through half-squeezed eyes he turned to Lyric, only to find that she was likewise afflicted.

Something was terribly wrong.


A great boom cut through the din of the mulling crowds, Phoenixes in their corner, Dragons in theirs. All eyes turned sharply and in unison towards its source. A pluming cloud of smoldering dust and building debris that billowed in the distance... In the direction of the Kings' secluded summit.

Then, the body of a man burst through the cloud, tumbling backwards, head over feet, as though blast away by a terrible force. As Shen righted himself, his body hanging suspended by metallomantic arm bracers high overhead, a second figure emerged like a shark breaching from the surface of the ocean. She brandished a massive mallet as though it weighed nothing at all, as she brought it to bear against the Dragon King again, into whose hand melded a blade of liquid iron.

The force of their mid-air clashed sent a gust of wind arcing through the courtyard of shaken onlookers.

It had begun.

 

[Elenion Aura]

MASKED CITIZEN "M"

CS Link

SCENE:

Serpents Arc 3: Scene 2 [Hunks in the City]

LOCATION:

Central District

PARTICIPANTS:

Markus, Tri, Nikolai, Celeste, Jozef

HUNKS IN THE CITY

None of this made any goddamn sense.

Markus couldn't believe this. He didn't know if the fact that Tri could see the Albino Tiger made him feel better or worse, and at this point he didn't care to know. Not a word that came out of the Serpent King's mouth was anything in the ballpark of intelligible, let alone helpful. And his merry band of bozos were no better. If he wasn't trying to be civil, he'd have turned the pack of them into ice chips already... But then he'd be right back where he started. It may have been small, but it felt like progress.

“Listen,” Markus began, promptly forgetting every word that had come out of Tri's mouth in the past few minutes. “You needa tell me everythin' you know about this shit, now.” He nodded to the floating Tiger, who, it seemed to Markus' eye, was distracted by something off in the distance. Good. The more time he spent staring off into space the less time he'd spend yapping his ear off. At least now he'd have someone to commiserate with... Though, that person was the Serpent King and clearly a certifiable nutjob, so... Markus didn't exactly count that one as a win.

“'N don't bullshit me, neither,” Markus went on, eyeing Tri and his gaggle of freaks one after another. Even outnumbered, he didn't hate his chances, here. But he hadn't come here for a fight. He'd come for answers. “'You n' me, we a—” Markus' next words were swallowed by the Tiger, who zipped into the center of their little grouping and raised up his little tiger paws. Markus' eyes widened with alarm—he'd never seen it do that before—as he watched a formless force emerge through them, and around them.

“NYAN-KO SHIELD!” He thought he heard it say, and not a moment passed before Markus felt the slightest of tremors pass beneath his feet. He looked around, searching in vain for the source of the pulse.

“What the fuck,” Markus breathed his own bemusement as to what had transpired, but before he got the chance to inquire, Tiger spoke up, though it spoke more to himself than to the gathered crowds.

“Dat meddlin' loser! You's was lucky I'm here, mhm! Betta watch out, though. Betcha they're already on their way.”

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[Peckinou]

Helva Linxal

CS Link

SCENE:

New Oasis Arc 3: Scene 2 [The Dragon and the Phoenix]

LOCATION:

Central District

PARTICIPANTS:

Hou @SilverFlight , Isaiah Lucem , Kanna FabulousTrash , Maho The Suspicious Eye , Meirin QuirkyAngel , Ra @The Prophet , Rin EmperorsChosen , Shen Elenion Aura , Kaede, Vulken Nobody Special , Yaroslav, Yong-Yut gxxberkit .

The Dragon and the Phoenix

Helva let out a sigh when Oni, had put down the Rookies and asked if they didn't do well, Helva looked to the other Phoenixes who were no longer trying to instigate a conflict with the Dragons, and instead kept to the Phoenix side. Seeing that the situation had been delt with Helva walked over to Oni and pulled her arm down so that she would be able to whisper into the ear of the taller woman. "You did decently enough, but you are not to instigate conflicts with other Phoenixes in front of the enemy, we aren't officially at peace until our king comes out of that building with a official announcement stating that we are, until then, don't get too comfortable with the Dragons." Once she was done she let Oni go, and took a few steps away from the line between the Dragons and Phoenixs guarding it so that a incident like this didn't happen again, though that was until a huge explosion happened at the area where their Kings went into, Helva took one glance at the place muttering "about time" and then quickly drew her wooden stake out, and threw it at the Dragon sitting in the golden chair. To her he seemed like a valuable asset to the Dragon Economy, and he put himself in a disadvantageous position to dodge anything effectively, and with how fast Helva was to throw the stake towards him, he would have little time to react before it would hit him. Helva didn't hesitate before shouting "No hesitation! Dragons have betrayed us, KILL THEM ALL!" urging all the Phoenixs, to now attack the Dragons, the once so eager Phoenixs who were previously chastised to not fight the Dragons were now given full permission to kill them. Helva then turned her attention to the Dragons Jack, who had so previously got their Dragons in order to stop the small skirmish from escalating any further and drew her spear, charging the woman fulling intending to impale her, with the goal being to take out the key Dragons as quickly as possible. Before then sending a internal thought to Jinn telling her one simple thing Black Out.

Hiyma was shocked by the turn of events, it was clear on her face, she quickly put away her phone when the explosion happened cursing to herself as Helva started taking initiative and started shouting commands. Helva didn't hesitate to attack, not one bit and she expected her not to hesitate either, for the moment of shock was the the best moment to take advantage of a situation. Hiyma gave Maho a pat on the back before telling her "Alright skullgirl, now you can go get them." before grabbing the glasses off of Skadis face and telling them "Night Witch, Blackout." Hiyma then quickly charged over towards Helva in order to assist her, with Skadi running right behind her spear drawn. She was a bit pissed off with Helva charging the Dragon lines, so quickly and alone, but it really didn't matter too much at this point. And as her and Skadi made their approach, Hiyma had shadows rise from the ground in order to lash out at any Dragon that dared get too close to Helva as she initiated her attack against the Dragons Jack. Hiyma didn't know what was going on, or what had happened in the meeting room, but what she did know was that the time for talking was over, and that their war was back on.

 

[gxxberkit]

YONG-YUT SOMSRI

CS Link

SCENE:

New Oasis Arc 3: Scene 2 [The Dragon and the Phoenix]

LOCATION:

Upper Central District

PARTICIPANTS:

Isaiah, Kanna, Meirin, Shen
Helva, Kaede, Maho, Rin, Vulken

The Dragon and the Phoenix

A scowl was turned to the pig-tailed girl's direction. The annoying brat seemed to desperately want to get on the group’s nerves, and she was certainly getting on Yong-Yut’s. Luckily, the scowl turned into a respectful silence as Helva dragged the girl away from the invisible divider. A smart decision from the woman.

Yong-Yut turned to the lady they were carrying in the dip of their scarf, tilting their head as two questions left the pixie’s mouth.

“Are you afraid?” was the last one uttered.

Yong-Yut slowly shook her head as she retrieved her phone, prompted by seeing the tiny one in Meirin’s little hands. “No,” she replied, “others had it handled. There’s no use calling firefighters for a controlled candle.”

Promptly moving on, Yong-Yut lifted Meirin up to just about eye level, pointing at the screen. She gave the woman instructions as to joining the game, and soon enough, they began playing.



The blocky characters the two had presumed the roles of only got to take three steps together before a billow of dust and debris pushed into sight. The sharp eyes of the demigirl only got to see a glimpse of the Kings before a stake flew past her and towards the man that had sat himself in the golden chair.

A deep, heavy sigh escaped Yong-Yut through the yell of Helva behind her. A glance was spared to the woman in her grasp, and she had a choice to make.

Well, to some Phoenixes, Yong-Yut may have made a bad choice.

She lowered Meirin down to the ground, allowing the lady to escape her hold. Maybe if it was anyone else she were holding, it would’ve been a grave mistake. But Yong-Yut felt that, with a bit of honor extended to Meirin, the fight might be a little bit more pleasurable. They were on even playing fields now. A little respect was given, and hopefully, a little respect would be given back.

Yong-Yut kept up a slightly defensive pose, watching the lady closely. She would be foolish to expect Meirin to not attack her, and so she didn’t.

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