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Yeshua Sands - Terrorkeet


Utena must have been a contrarian as she pressed in close, grasping Yeshua by the shoulders in a grip that had her Fight-Or-Flight response screaming at her to retalliate immediately and flee down the tunnels. It was only the chilling severity of the MFF's expression that had her tensed, expecting a condemnation or attempt to arrest the monster.

Only for Utena to confirm her earlier suspiciouns; Utena was into Kaiju.

Yeshua giggled hysterically, forcing on a smile as she had the number seared into her brain by the uncanny moment and steadily backed away. It was flattering, really, but it was rather weird knowing their was a subsect of humanity that was attracted to her kaiju form. She knew it was aesthetically pleasing, more regal then Yeshua could ever style herself with her own short attention span and manners, but the size difference was boggling to the mind. And, with a dusting of color crossing the bridge of her nose, it was embarrassing to know people were ogling her assets when she couldn't really cover herself.

"Y-Yeah, I'll, umm, call you when I find a working payphone. Cells aren't really good for....people like me. See ya' later."

Yeshua turned away from the fangirl and began trotting down the tracks, disappearing into tunnel's secretive embrace even as she heard the rumbles of conflict resume above. It galled her that another Kaiju was out making trouble, and as much as she would have liked to curtail it, the MFF was already out in force. If they couldn't handle at their full strength here, then the city really would need their avian protector to step in and claim the territory as hers.

Safely away from any prying eyes or pursuers, she called the air of the lightless tunnel around her and lurched forward like a bullet fired, hurtling through the curving paths on a compressed tube of air around her. Best to immerge farther away and backtrack on foot to see if any of her stuff was still left on that high rise.
Terrorkeet has to hold back on the first encounter because, well, she's a 100ft Kaiju that can manipulate the air and almost everyone is a Flyer. So yeah, I'd rather not start things rag dolling everyone, outside the Mecha that kicked her in the shin.
No it was supposed to be hidden from you. It's not common knowledge that GMGs can do that, so she had the tornado to mask the transformation and escape through the street, leaving everyone confused about it. That Utena got pulled along was the best of a bad situation.
Yeshua Sands - Terrorkeet


Wow, there are a lot of humans out there today. Did I interrupt some kind of parade or gun fair when I rolled out of the hammock? The Kaiju thought as her wings strained under the volley of missiles, feather's ringing like a cathedral belfry on Easter Sunday. It wasn't as easy as Yeshua made it look, squatted down as she was and unwilling to lash out. She felt an oddly ticklish sensation in her chest, a phantom itch she wanted to scratch before her mind caught up to her claws and remembered there was a human stuffed between them.

Well, she isn't stabbing it, so I'll have to deal with-

Her train of thought was derailed harshly, wings buckling inwards and her massive body sprawling backwards as the Juggernaut collided with her unbalanced bulk. A screech of horror tore from her as her wings snapped back, smashing buildings apart, several floors pulverized instantly with the rest collapsing atop the remnants, dust and debris billowing out across the streets. She hoped there was no one inside even as she moved to prop herself upwards.

The humans were screaming at her from every direction, so many egos vying for her attention and demanding her surrender. It was cute when the blushing one did it but now the city was actually in danger over a simple missunderstanding! "Nothing to it now. I hope you people can back up your barking!"

With her declaration lost to the other combatants, she raised a talon skyward and slashed downwards, stabbing it through the roadway beneath her as a twister of violently circulating wind dropped from the cloudbanks above, shrouding her sight and sensor as it pulled the dust into the air funnel. It lasted hardly a minute before the tornado burst outwards, leaving the gathered forces to stare at a ruined roadway with only the impression of a GMG to show for Terrorkeet's whereabouts.


"Phew, that was a rough one."

Her voice rang crystal clear as she shrank down to human form, alighting upon the subway tracks beneath where she'd fallen. She worked her palms to the small of her back and pushed, stretching the kinks out from the brief exchange up above. "Those people where way too negative. Not like you, Miss- Oh. Umm, this is awkward..."

The green haired monster girl looked sheepishly down at the MFF officer who'd be resting in her chest and who know was left on her knees with her face to Yeshua's mid-riff. "Ah crud, could you just, I don't know, forget this happened? I'd really appreciate it. I'd be your best friend if you just, you know, stayed right there while I run off before your shooty-shooty friends think to look down here."
Lorelai


To the guards upon Exilia's border, mercenary troops paid for from the Warovian coffers who grumbled under the harsh heat but kept a ruthless vigil for the first signs of Imperial duplicity, they saw what looked to be a sandstorm hurtling inland on a cloudless day. That it came from the direction of the Imperium? Even more suspect.

One raised his hand to the sky, feeling none of the wind he'd come to expect with a rapidly approaching storm as it, indeed, was approaching by leaps and bounds. Literal leaps and bounds, they soon discovered in the grimmest of fashions as it ate up the distance from the horizen and swept passed them. A crater of compacted sand was all that was left of the outpost as the loose silicate blossomed to the heavens, with Durgan racing onwards before they could even land upon his pelt.

"Ora! Ora! Another bastion of wickedness smited from the world!" Lorelai whooped from his back, her face the spitting image of righteous elation in the slaughter of the Imperium's foes. The words were incomprehensible even to her own ears as the constant crack of concussive blasts wrang each time a paw of the great beast's struck the sand, propelling them beyond the speeds a terrestial animal should ever know. Being astride something cracking the sound barrier and snuffing out evil as callously as one steps upon an ant had the knight radiating a warped pleasure so very much like her adored Asgard, there wasn't even a trace of the mild mannered maid who begged to feed a kitten days prior.

She knew Asgard could endure any pressure thrown her way, and if Akiko truly struggled she would need only use either of those cards in her possession to use the Ladies' powers for her own survival. Deaf and frenzied Lorelai hadn't the attention to spare, guiding Durgan onwards to the city of blood soaked stone that filled her gut with a hideous wrath.

How I would love to see this city lost to the sands. I'd tear the last brick from the last home and see it crushed beneath an Imperial heel. Her mind sang with the need to punish the wicked Exilians, a nation of brigands without a redeemable soul to be found. But before the crusade could be unleashed Durgan halted atop the arched gateway to the city, snout pointed towards an...odd weather occurence. A measure of her knightly accumen told her that a blizzard here of all places was certainly magic, and one disrupting the natural flow of the city certainly couldn't be anythin normal.

"Into the storm, Durgan. If nothing else we'll punish the sinners there first. Perhaps they'll even point us to the head fiend herself." The Knight said, pushing her magic through Durgan one last time to jump across the city and crash amidst the whirling snow, pulverising the building across from the store Emilia had found herself trapped within. Taking in the wild growth of plant life, Lorelai barked triumphantly. "Is this your friends work, Akiko? They seem to be good company if this is how they greet Exilian dogs."
Given that the MFF has the numbers advantage, I don't think you need to be on even height.
@Claw2k11

EDIT:

Let's just say 10 stories.

@Tomaru
@Lonewolf685 I love the story of her family technically is not breaking their vow by pretending their supernatural powers are just an illusion. The shadow ability, though, needs some tweaking. By the sound of it, everything in her shadow is under her control. That's too much. It's fine if it has a disorientating effect on the enemy, or even if you want to choose certain effects, but outright control is a no-go. Stabbing a crossed shadow to inflict damage is cool, though, and that ability is acceptable. Just be warned that she can't go too overboard flaunting her sky-walk in public. If humans start asking questions, the hunters will start asking questions, and that's no good.


I've reworded it so it's clear she's not puppeting anyone, just tricking their senses with flickering shadows for faux-movement and deeper shadows to misjudge the area around them. The idea of control was something I wanted, but not in the telekinetic sense and more 'I have awareness of what is around me while I deprive you of your confidence. Therefore, I control the situation'.

I'd almost added in that she can cut shadows apart to cleave through enemies but figured keeping the theme of blunted scabbards pummeling youkai was more cohesive. That, and leaving room for growth is nice.
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