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Polar Bear Cafe looks amazing. Those bears could be Don's bros! 8D

Annnnd posted!

Kathi, sorry for using Ari a little bit there ^^; But I wanted to move things on a teeny bit and to ramp up the tension >8D If there's any mistakes or things you don't like, let me know and I'll edit it!

I think we're starting to near the ending of the fights a little bit. Maybe a few more days, end of the weekend we should be done?



Los Paraisos: The Grande Diamond: Tenth Floor: Grande Suite

"Don't...!" Iliana gasped, her throat feeling like sandpaper. Her eyes rolled a little with the sustained effort as she tried to overcome him with her magic null. "...Don't hurt him..."

Marcus shot her a quick, scathing glare from over her shoulder, before fixing his attention back to the squirming Dumont trapped in his grip, who struggled and futilely swiped at Marcus’ arm for release.

“Yes… please…” Dumont’s legs thrashed. “I’m a… reasonable man… we don’t need to act like… this…”

“Where are they?” Marcus hissed.

“I can… offer you… all the money you wa-”

“I SAID WHERE ARE THEY?!” Marcus’ fist swung besides Dumont’s head, smashing a monitor into a shower of sparks and static, and then finally nothing. Lord Dumont winched, and then squirmed even harder, trying to pull himself free from the terrifying maniac in front of him. He still couldn’t even fathom what was going on… what was happening. He was Lord Alistair Dumont. Didn’t this person know that? What they were doing was just… it was suicide! To attack a regal aristocrat like himself! A man with money, power and connections… why it was an affront against all manner of reason and sensibility! To dare attack someone like him, it was an insult!

“Unhand me, cur!” Dumont summoned his strength to start resisting. He shot Marcus a fierce glare of his own, staring into his eyes, piercing his gaze in an attempt to convince him of the terrible mistake he had just made. “Do you know what you are doing?! I am Alistair Dumont, and I order you to unhand me right no- yeeeeeeeaaaaaarrrrrggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!”

Iliana’s eyes widened in horror as the scene before her enveloped. Even against her greatest struggles, she could do nothing. She couldn’t move, couldn’t protect her lord. All she could do was watch. Watch as this stranger just-

And then she could watch nothing.

A minute later, the doors to Lord Dumont’s Grande Suite burst open, and Marcus strode back out, still garbed in his fetching, bedazzling dress, his expression a stark contrast to the beauty his body presented. He didn’t look back, instead walking towards the balcony’s railing on the side, and vaulting over it, falling to the ground far below.


Los Paraisos: The Grande Diamond: Lobby: Ninth Floor

“What are you doing?” Thunderhawk narrowed his eyes, as he watched Aria move around the marble column, expertly and swiftly launching a pair of knives into the wayward air before her, striking and chipping the far wall on the other side. After arriving to her rescue, she had managed to explain the situation she was faced with: battling the dangerously handsome Kenneth, a wily trickster with the ability to conjure illusions far more powerful then her own. But it still took a while for Thunderhawk to process.

“Looking for him, idiot!” Aria sighed. “Didn’t you hear a word I said? He’s an illusionist! He’s invisible!”

“Ah… invisible. Well, that’s fun.” Thunderhawk sighed, his hands reaching to the back of his head, tightening his bandana more snugly, before reopening his eyes and ears to concentrate on his senses, on his surroundings. He reached for his belt, unhooking the small sword from his scabbard, and held it ready in his hand. Thunderhawk’s weapon proficiency was in using javelins, but the current fighting conditions they were in made using them impractical. They were designed for distance combat, when he could actually see his opponent. And actually having them on hand would have been useful too, but all he had with him were the equipment and weapons he had in the clothes that Aria had woken up with. Not a lot.

But it would do. His short sword here… it was designed for good, close encounters like this. And Thunderhawk? Well… the Guild hadn’t designated his ‘class’ as Ranger for no good reason. Keen eyesight and hearing is what he had been gifted with, when he wasn’t sullying his body with alcohol. Pausing to concentrate, to really concentrate on his surroundings… it didn’t matter if their opponent was masking them as invisible, or could use illusions. They always left a telltale sign. Aria was doing good, but he… he could do better.

His body tensed. His surroundings almost seemed to die down, as his mind ignored the chaotic sounds from below, and focused on their nearest surroundings. For the first unmistakable sign of him…

There!

Thunderhawk dashed away from the column with breathtaking speed. His right arm swung out, and the short sword followed behind. Aria turned, shocked at Chirp’s sudden movement, in the direction opposite to where she had been looking at, and was even more shocked to see a thin splash of blood appear in the air from where Thunderhawk had hit their invisible opponent. A small, quick wound- it was a graze. But it would hopefully be enough, especially as the ranger pressed forth the attack…

Thunderhawk’s body shifted, and his sword swung out again and again. This time, Aria could see sparks streak across the sky, from where his blade was being parried by another. Kenneth… he was good. He was not only a competent blade fighter himself, to be going up against Thunderhawk, but he was also able to maintain his invisibility too.

Not that it mattered anymore. Thanks to Chirps’ help, Aria could ‘see’ Kenneth. And wasting no time, she unleashed another couple of her knives at her invisible opponent. And then!

“Agghh!!”

Thunderhawk stopped, his short sword raised in front of him defensively, a groaning voice erupting from the barren space before him. Stumbling footsteps below could be heard, and the knives that Aria had thrown wobbled embedded in the air itself, their points vanishing a short distance in. She had hit her mark perfectly!

The invisible figure wobbled, and then, slowly, the illusion began to come undone and be unmasked. From the knives outwards, his body started to appear, slithering back into full form. As the man finally reappeared, stumbling again to expose Aria’s handiwork, she could help but stifle a frightened gasp at the horror before her.

It wasn’t meant to be like this.

Thunderhawk took another couple of uneven, groggy steps backwards, his hands clutching at the small knives, one piercing his chest just below the shoulder, the other in his abdomen. He winced, gritting his teeth, struggling to stay standing and conscious, looking to Aria, and then to the other Thunderhawk, the one with the short sword that Aria had seen. The Thunderhawk whose image bled back to its real form:- that of the smiling, arrogant blonde suited man, Kenneth.

The ranger turned back to Aria, forcing a smile.

“Not your fault…”

He fell to the ground.

Kenneth chuckled, leaning back to look towards Aria.

“Well now, darling, that wasn’t very nice, was it?”




Los Paraisos: The Grande Diamond: Ground Floor: Casino/Party Hall

Moira and Syed’s bodies groaned ever more under the weight of Bart’s body. On and on he piled on the pressure, piled on the force crushing them from above. Their bodies couldn’t last much longer. Couldn’t take the strain. The way things were going, the way that maniacal, sadistic man above them was grinning down on them, this could be it. This could be the end. Neither of them wanted that. Neither of them could imagine it. But they were completely pinned, and with such force trapping them, such force crushing their bodies… how could they escape it? How?

Either fortunately or unfortunately, the room answered for them. The floor itself could not bear the strain anymore, and the cracks that permeated the ground grew worse. The floor itself buckled and broke, giving way and collapsing beneath them, shattering into a thousand miniscule pieces. Bart’s weight fell, and he lithely picked himself up, flipping onto Moira’s back, then increasing his weight in his soles briefly to push himself up into the air with enough force, at the same time decreasing his weight to become as light as a piece of paper, and flip back up and onto the casino floor, right beside the edge of the now massive gaping chasm that descended into darkness, Moira and Syed plummeting into the basement below, debris collapsing atop.

Bart straightened up, clapping his hands up and down, then turning around to Heather, Trixie, Amy and Xandra.

“Well, who do we get to kill next?”
Los Paraisos: The Grande Diamond: Ground Floor: Lobby

A streaking white figure fell to the ground, passing floor after floor and the startled occupants upon them, before coming up closer, and closer to the ground below. The floor came up at a frightening speed, with the figure poised to collide, before the ground suddenly halted, inches away from his face. The man in white’s body was suspended, flipping over to his feet and landing solidly on terra firma. He looked left and right, searching for the particular corridor, that led to the door and room beyond where Estelle and Josette were being held.

‘Estelle,’ Marcus found it. ‘I’m coming.’

Holas everyone! Fun posts by all ^o^ Had a blast reading them c: I'm gonna call next post, which might take me a while to write. Please bear with me.

I hope everyone has a fantastic day! Love you all! <3
*finishes work, comes home, looks at the ooc*

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Guys, what the fuck?
I didn't have any trouble reading the first CS But the second version's clearer now. Hopefully everyone can see how much of an adorable socially awkward guy Lute is? Lololololol

I love it, Kei <3

I am so fucking late for work omfg
I agree with Tae on everything she's said c: I already mentioned a lot of points in chat, but I like Lute, a lot. I really like the idea of that sound magic, I love unorthodox and surprising powersets so I thought that was really cool. I also like the interaction potential it brings. Amplifying sound could lead to him amplifying Selan's singing to affect more enemies, for example? Or silencing Moira from shouting until he gets pummeled in the face for it. |D

Poor social skills could also be hilarious if characters catch him talking and muttering to his familiar, but being unable to hear the other part of the conversation, they might all think he's a weirdo? |D

I wouldn't mind him being Rank F, perhaps. I suggested G though, because I've not seen Kei's fighting posts enough to be sure how well it's balanced, although I'm sure it is. I think F rank, and being on par with Estelle, Lisette, Syed etc sounds decent (although Rank =/= skill, power etc of course, variety of factors. I'm rambling now).

Have a great day at school, Tae, and good luck with your night class!



Los Paraisos: The Grande Diamond: Sixth Floor: Restaurant

Crimson Justice wasted no time at all upon landing to push himself forwards again, charging towards Neil like a madman possessed. His hands clenched tighter his fingers boring into his palms, as he threw one fist out after another, trying desperately, and vainly, to hit his target and to wipe that infernal smirk off the man’s face.

But Neil was quick, surprisingly so. Crimson Justice had a lot of speed, and a lot of power behind his attacks. But what good was that if it couldn’t hit? Neil was able to sidestep and parry the superhero’s every attack, batting aside the powerful strikes just so to avoid each attack. But for Neil, this was starting to go on too long. He could dabble in a fistfight if he so wanted, but why bother? Why bother wasting his own precious strength to hit back, when he could just let this costumed buffoon do the job for him?

A frosty glimmer shone in Neil’s eyes. From his palms, a dark, violet energy started to spin and swirl.

Crimson Justice was relentless. Pushing his body forwards again he jabbed forwards, once then twice, again and again. But this time, unlike before where Neil just barely dodged it, Neil rose his hands, leaving a portal hanging in the air in front of him, directly in the path of the superhero’s fists. First Crimson Justice’s left hand hit one, his hand disappearing into it. And then, his right in another.

And then, a second later, two more small violet portals appeared around Crimson Justice’s body, suspended in the air, on either side of his head. And from each, a familiar white gloved fist appear, crackling with passionate energy, to swing out and strike himself. First snapping his head one way, and then violently recoiling the other as the remaining fist connected. Crimson Justice’s fists receeded back from the portals which vanished immediately after, and his body startled to topple and sway groggily. Neil had managed to force him to hit himself, and he didn’t even realise how.

A short distance away, Neil’s body dropped low to the ground, swinging his leg out in a semi circle. A newly created portal laid in the path of his leg, with another formed behind the superhero’s legs. In one portal went Hunter’s foot, and out the other…

Crimson Justice was kicked off his feet and sent crashing to the ground, as Neil effortlessly stood back up and the two purple vortexes dissipated into nothing. Neil reached for another nearby plate of food, pinching a pastry and munching on it satisfactorily as his adversary stuttered on the ground.

With abilities like this, how could Crimson Justice possibly get close enough to hit?
I knew Vincent and Song would make fast friends |3
I'm downloading that, but not had a chance to play it yet. Metal Slug meets Borderlands I heard? XD

Have a good sleep, Tae! <3
Kimchi said
I think Ace and Vinny would be cute. She seems like the type of girl who can handle a bad boy. *le ships AcexVince*


Yeah, I support this.

Orpheus said
Edit: Seems like Vinvin's going to get on Thugbird's blacklist.


And this!

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