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The Battle Reaches its Biggest Height!
Beneath the deck of the Rum Runner, Shrimp Brigade wasn't living up to his title of swiftness. He had thought that the bullets he aimed for Boone would have been a forgone conclusion, so his attention had been removed from the captain. Even then he had misjudged Dirk's own speed. The thief ducked down between the gunner's legs just as two shots fired off, whizzing right over Dirk's head. "What the-?!" the Shrimp Brigade member exclaimed, looking down between his legs. This proved to be a fatal, or near fatal, mistake, for that's when Boone was able to stab through the violent-colored armor with his bayonet. "GURK!" Blood splattered outward, and was coughed up by the bounty hunter. Still, he twisted in place to point his pistols right at Boone's head point blank.
And that's when his neck was pierced by a knife, as well as jabbed with the strong force of Dirk's attempted shigan technique. "BLURGH!" The two pistols dropped to the floor, clacking against some glass rum bottles. Violet's eyes rolled upward, showing only white. His knees hit the floor as well, but he wasn't done yet! "Re... Recall!" Instantly Violet, and his two guns, vanished without a trace. Hey, at least he was nice enough to take his blood splatter with him!
"Kookiookiooki." Krabbe's chuckle would have been creepy and unnerving, had it been witnessed by someone other than the normally unflappable Feya. He snapped his great claw a couple times, intending to intimidate with the sound. That or he just liked it. Actually, it was probably both. "That's cute, pirate, but the one that's in a world of hurt... IS YOU!" With another mighty snap of the claw, he created his own gust of wind to rival that of the Vortex Punch. He thrust his claw forward much the same as Feya, the two air currents colliding and neutralizing one another. The difference between their techniques was that at the end of the collision, Krabbe's claw had clamped down on her fist. He grinned to her with an air of superiority. "You shouldn't have split up. Together you might have beaten me, but one on one? CRUSTACEAN CRUSHEEEEERRRRR!" Krabbe braced himself and twisted around to face the other direction, flipping Feya over his shoulder. Her body hit the deck of his ship. Hard. Again he twisted, she flipped, and her face struck and smashed through a guard rail. Another twist, another flip, and another impact. Again and again Krabbe slammed the doctor's body into a hard surface, never letting up, never giving her time to breathe, never releasing his famous vice grip.
Meanwhile, Lilliana had encountered a new enemy. Her strategy was fairly simple. PUNCH! Her technique was, however, not as effective as she had hoped. "Affection Rush!" the pink-armored man exclaimed. With speed she had not been familiar with, the swordsman ducked down and weaved passed her Fist! technique, getting in much closer than he ever should have been allowed. However instead of stabbing the scientist in the gut as he should have, his tactic was considerably more... Unorthodox. Before Lilli knew what had happened, Shrimp Brigade Pink had planted a small kiss upon her right cheek. Then with as much skill and alacrity, he moved back to his original position. The only difference now was that he had a small cut on his right cheek.
"Hm, looks like you got me, mon cher," he mused, wiping the small trickle of blood from his face. "I apologize, but I couldn't let one as beautiful as you go without my love before we end this battle. You're welcome." He blew another kiss in her direction, then took a combative stance with his sword outstretched.
Meanwhile, the cannon fodder continued to fail at detaining Wafer D. Kite. His tactics were quite splendid, given that he had to think of them on the fly. Yet this made a fantastic sort of sense. The Emperor Vice was far too powerful to go after directly, and he had seen first hand its destructive capabilities. How delicious the irony would be to have it destroyed by their own ship, which John Krabbe adored as he did? And so Kite's scheme was placed into motion. A large portion of the mast had been chopped, cut, smashed, and all other manner of destruction, until it did in fact come down.
"Shit! The mast is falling!"
"Everyone get the hell out of the way!"
"Krabbe! What do we do?!"
"What the hell is happening to my ship?!" Krabbe's attention was diverted his onslaught slowed as his eyes focused on the falling mast.
The large pillar of wood, along with the sail attached, came crashing down toward the prow of the ship. The sail unfurled, it blocked out the sun for those down below, including Lilliana and Shrimp Brigade Pink. The elite warrior's jaw dropped to the floor as he skedaddled the hell out of the way! Despite what Lilli did herself, there was no stopping that falling object, as the mast not only smashed the controls to the Emperor Vice, but the sail wrapped around the mighty weapon, tearing it from the King Crab. These two hugely important parts of the ship began to sink beneath the waves, having caused a ton of damage. The Emperor Vice being forcibly torn from where it had been attached might as well have totally destroyed the prow of the ship, knocking out a considerable amount of the Shell Shield in the process.
"NO! NO NO NO NO NOOOOO! WHO DID THIS TO MY BEAUTIFUL SHIP?! I'LL KILL YOU! I'LL KILL YOU ALL! DEAD OR ALIVE, I STILL GET PAID YOU LITTLE SHITS! Wait..." Krabbe's ranting was cut off, as he caught sight of what was going on over on the Rum Runner. His rage changed to a frightened calm. "No. No, you can't do that! Saban, stop it now!"
Slick's plan to completely avoid combat altogether was pretty inspired. These warriors would have annihilated him if they closed the distance, which they were in fact doing. They even powered through the flames of his trusted weapon, suffering some burns in the process but otherwise ignoring the danger. The two struck the deck of the Rum Runner with great power, splintering the wood around them. Each looked up just in time to become enveloped in Slick's flames, letting out great screams of pain. They weren't moving through it this time, it was a direct hit on them.
Red's charge toward Bonesword was interrupted by a completely unnoticed attack from behind. An electrical discharge from Caesar's machete struck the Shrimp Brigade's leader square in the back, shocking him and knocking him off balance! He was in a perfect position to be finished off by the Mushroom Kid's special attack. The Honor Strike hit exactly as Bonesword intended, right into Red's side and slicing deeply enough into his body that the swordsman felt his blade touch Red's spine. A spray of blood erupted and splattered all over the place as Red fell to the deck, barely breathing.
Caesar's plan of sending an omnislash toward Red had yielded decent results, and his support of Slick against the rest of the Shrimp Brigade was a great route to go. However he hadn't predicted that Slick would've caused so much damage to Blue and Green all by himself, with some unusual tactics! That just left Yellow, who while mighty with his chain ball, was much too slow to properly handle the half-mink all by himself. This worry definitely showed on the yellow-armored bounty hunter.
That is, until he found his resolve and his expression completely changed. "Recall!" Yellow shouted out. All at once the other Shrimp Brigade members vanished. Blue and Green, flailing in the flames, left behind fire with nothing to burn. Red and hit massive blood puddle were nowhere to be seen. Even down below Violet had up and vanished. Only this time the remaining Shrimp Brigade fighter did not separate into multiple warriors. Yellow's armor took on a rainbow sheen, reflecting all five colors in one, and his body grew in both height and width, muscles rippling in this new form. By the time he had finished this increase in size, he was almost fifteen feet tall! Peculiarly enough, his head didn't increase in size with him, leaving it laughably tiny compared to the rest of the hulking body.
"I am Shotaro Saban! I ate the Waru Waru no mi to become a split man! I am the Shrimp Brigade, mighty force of Justice! Behold my majesty! Shrimp Brigade Prime! Vishnu Form!" The giant of a man split his two massive arms into eight slightly smaller, but still impressively muscled ones. Each one held one of the weapons that the crew had come to associate with the individual Shrimp Brigade members. Eight arms that wielded two pistols, a large ball and chain, a trident, and two spiked knuckles.
There's really not a lot for me to do in a collab like that, unless you'd like his various reactions whilst listening to the whole ordeal.
Time for dialogue completely in Russian slang (the answer to any problem, especially sneaky listeners, is always more Russian slang). :3
Nah, I'll spare you all that. ;)
*Sneakily edits Collin's power to include an innate understanding of all language and hopes nobody notices*
@FancyHats That's cool. It gave me something new to add to the bottom of my own post. Remember... Collin is always listening... ;)
@FancyHats You just haaaaad to ninja my post, didn't you? :P Time to edit in some minor details.
@Sickle-cell@FancyHats@hagroden
Screeeeeeeech-CRASH!
LOOK OUT!
-really mean it, if there's even a single onion on that burger, I'll-
Break break break breakdance!
Stupid pikachu, just get in the damn ball!
A friendly word of advice, however. You may wish to hold your tongue around your betters - especially in Allston. I have better things to do than informing the higher-ups that one of their Thinkers had been turned into a fine, red mist.
Collin would have smiled, if he had a mouth. Hugo Maxwell just didn't get it. He never did. He might not ever. Oh well. That wasn't Collin's problem. Yet it could be his opportunity. Nevertheless, the thinker stood up, then guided himself out the door of the building using a cane. His power provided him unprecedented environmental awareness to be sure, but it didn't operate the same was as echolocation. If an object didn't make sound, it was invisible to him.
"Mr. Puppet, I would sincerely like to know how you would even accomplish such a thing. We've never met face to face, you still do not know what I look like, my identity, or have any way to locate me. It would be impossible to discover your target in the Anonymous crowd, would it not? I have never broken my number one rule: never ever meet the client. And that is what you and your organization are to me, Mr. Puppet. Clients. Please do not speak as though you own me. I am now as I've ever been, an independent force in Boston. It is out of professional courtesy that your own secrets have not been provided to the highest bidder. Specifically because you are my highest bidder. I have no betters, Mr. Puppet. Everyone is equal in my eyes." Collin allowed himself to chuckle, silently, at his own joke. Even if he had allowed Maxwell to hear the laughter, the man wouldn't be able to tell what exactly was so humorous.
Is that a mirror in your pants, or are you just happy to- Stop, that line has never worked. Ever. Go fuck yourself.
A whole new woooorld! A new fantastic point of view!
You catch the Lakers game? Oomph, man, they really need to work on that defense.
Sure thing, портной, see you around.
"Continue business as usual, boss," the thinker said, using a respectful term for the first time in their entire interaction. "I will be listening, and I will join your 'babysitters' the same way I always do. Anonymously."
With that, Collin ceased his discussion with Hugo Maxwell, sliding into the back seat of an expensive car. Once inside, he secured his seatbelt, then continued his widdling project. It took time and dedication to carve using only touch and sound, but he had become quite familiar with the activity. "We're not leaving yet, Marco," he spoke, projecting the words to his personal assistant already in the driver seat.
"No prob, boss man. Just let me know when and where to go."
"Don't worry, my faithful employee. I will... As soon as Hugo gets his head out of his ass."
Screeeeeeeech-CRASH!
LOOK OUT!
-really mean it, if there's even a single onion on that burger, I'll-
Break break break breakdance!
Stupid pikachu, just get in the damn ball!
A friendly word of advice, however. You may wish to hold your tongue around your betters - especially in Allston. I have better things to do than informing the higher-ups that one of their Thinkers had been turned into a fine, red mist.
Collin would have smiled, if he had a mouth. Hugo Maxwell just didn't get it. He never did. He might not ever. Oh well. That wasn't Collin's problem. Yet it could be his opportunity. Nevertheless, the thinker stood up, then guided himself out the door of the building using a cane. His power provided him unprecedented environmental awareness to be sure, but it didn't operate the same was as echolocation. If an object didn't make sound, it was invisible to him.
"Mr. Puppet, I would sincerely like to know how you would even accomplish such a thing. We've never met face to face, you still do not know what I look like, my identity, or have any way to locate me. It would be impossible to discover your target in the Anonymous crowd, would it not? I have never broken my number one rule: never ever meet the client. And that is what you and your organization are to me, Mr. Puppet. Clients. Please do not speak as though you own me. I am now as I've ever been, an independent force in Boston. It is out of professional courtesy that your own secrets have not been provided to the highest bidder. Specifically because you are my highest bidder. I have no betters, Mr. Puppet. Everyone is equal in my eyes." Collin allowed himself to chuckle, silently, at his own joke. Even if he had allowed Maxwell to hear the laughter, the man wouldn't be able to tell what exactly was so humorous.
Is that a mirror in your pants, or are you just happy to- Stop, that line has never worked. Ever. Go fuck yourself.
A whole new woooorld! A new fantastic point of view!
You catch the Lakers game? Oomph, man, they really need to work on that defense.
Sure thing, портной, see you around.
"Continue business as usual, boss," the thinker said, using a respectful term for the first time in their entire interaction. "I will be listening, and I will join your 'babysitters' the same way I always do. Anonymously."
With that, Collin ceased his discussion with Hugo Maxwell, sliding into the back seat of an expensive car. Once inside, he secured his seatbelt, then continued his widdling project. It took time and dedication to carve using only touch and sound, but he had become quite familiar with the activity. "We're not leaving yet, Marco," he spoke, projecting the words to his personal assistant already in the driver seat.
"No prob, boss man. Just let me know when and where to go."
"Don't worry, my faithful employee. I will... As soon as Hugo gets his head out of his ass."
@Sho Minazuki@kapuchu@Zarkun@Lugubrious@Lazo@floodtalon
Akoni had separated from Lily and Fenn on the way to their ultimate destination, though it might have been more appropriate to say that the demons had separated from the rest of the group. The mage preferred to save time in their hurry, utilizing his gates to speed up the journey. The two demons had chosen to walk by their own power. Whether or not the human and half-demon chose to make use of the portals as well, Akoni would be moving his way. It was simply the most efficient manner at their disposal, after all. As such, he had gotten to the destination prior to Lily and Fenn, though unfortunately the orb now inside Fenn's body was a key, so he could progress no further. With a grumble that could only come from age and irritation, the old man sat down and waited for the others to arrive.
Once finally his peers had shown up, Akoni was pleased to see the nephilim, Wrath, had also been able to make his way there, and with a second orb, no less! Considering how the armies of demons had been slaughtered to a quiet ease, it had seemed the day was a very progressive one. That was until Heaven's forces arrived, demanding they be provided the artifacts. The first to react were Lily and Fenn, ever in sync with one another. Then Wrath expressed a certain curiosity for the artifacts. Ever the dutiful wizard, Akoni felt the need to enlighten those around him. All of those around him.
"Given proper time, I'm sure I could discover every aspect of these orbs," he began, "But for now what we can say for certain is that they produce powerful and dense magical energy, which interferes with other magic in too close a proximity, as well as serving as the keys to the next Seal. Which means..." The old man narrowed his eyes at the divine being before them, so large, so mighty that he could tear the sky asunder. "They are under the jurisdiction of the Charred Council, not the Heavens. In this matter, we outrank even the most holy. Begone, Lord Kushiel, so that we may continue our work for the Balance."
Akoni had separated from Lily and Fenn on the way to their ultimate destination, though it might have been more appropriate to say that the demons had separated from the rest of the group. The mage preferred to save time in their hurry, utilizing his gates to speed up the journey. The two demons had chosen to walk by their own power. Whether or not the human and half-demon chose to make use of the portals as well, Akoni would be moving his way. It was simply the most efficient manner at their disposal, after all. As such, he had gotten to the destination prior to Lily and Fenn, though unfortunately the orb now inside Fenn's body was a key, so he could progress no further. With a grumble that could only come from age and irritation, the old man sat down and waited for the others to arrive.
Once finally his peers had shown up, Akoni was pleased to see the nephilim, Wrath, had also been able to make his way there, and with a second orb, no less! Considering how the armies of demons had been slaughtered to a quiet ease, it had seemed the day was a very progressive one. That was until Heaven's forces arrived, demanding they be provided the artifacts. The first to react were Lily and Fenn, ever in sync with one another. Then Wrath expressed a certain curiosity for the artifacts. Ever the dutiful wizard, Akoni felt the need to enlighten those around him. All of those around him.
"Given proper time, I'm sure I could discover every aspect of these orbs," he began, "But for now what we can say for certain is that they produce powerful and dense magical energy, which interferes with other magic in too close a proximity, as well as serving as the keys to the next Seal. Which means..." The old man narrowed his eyes at the divine being before them, so large, so mighty that he could tear the sky asunder. "They are under the jurisdiction of the Charred Council, not the Heavens. In this matter, we outrank even the most holy. Begone, Lord Kushiel, so that we may continue our work for the Balance."
@hagroden@FancyHats Why not let the faceless man drive? It's ok, he can totally hear all the other traffic. ;D Not that he can interpret the signal lights...
Naw, but in all honesty, he'll insist that he follows behind in order to maintain his "I never meet anybody face to face" policy.
Naw, but in all honesty, he'll insist that he follows behind in order to maintain his "I never meet anybody face to face" policy.
Decoy silently observed his Wards as they discussed the nature of the mission, as well as potential scouting and entry methods. The hologram couldn't show the pride that the real Decoy felt over the situation. Even Elliott was playing nice for the moment, if in his own self aggrandizing way. Once there had been a small lull in the conversation, Decoy decided to jump in once more. "You will have several hours to work on the fine details, Wards. It's only 4:52 and that rally isn't until later this night. Might I recommend getting in some practice with your new gear?"
Decoy gestured towards the holographic projection disks the Wards each now held in their hands. "Practice throwing and sliding them, to get an idea of how you can disperse them in the field best. Study the different settings so that you can optimize them in a given situation. In due time, the mission will become your priority. For the moment, preparation is key, yes? I imagine that you, Margrave, will want to prepare your own equipment. And of course since this will be an official mission, instead of you all running off unprepared like last time, a squad of PRT troopers will be accompanying you. Messiah, the squad is ostensibly under your command, but their captain has the right to usurp control at any time he feels your judgment is compromised."
The hologram waves its hand, allowing a new projection to fill the room. This one was of an armored assault vehicle, along with four soldiers. The Wards would recognize these men and women if they had a keen eye around headquarters. "The schematics to the warehouse as we understand it have been uploaded to your holo-communication modules. If you have any further questions, please ask me now. Otherwise, you had some time to kill."
The Jacks - Community Drop Off: Let's Get the Package!
@yoshua171@BCTheEntity@Eklispe@floodtalon@Old Amsterdam
Blam! Zzzorp! The gunshot and the taser went off simultaneously, incapacitating both front door guards without any troubles. The man Headhunter shot fell over bleeding and unconscious, but he wouldn't suffer any permanent damage. Headhunter's power made certain of that. Meanwhile the one getting tazed by Heartless convulsed and struggled for a couple seconds, but also lost consciousness and fell to the ground. Their guns tumbled off to the side, unattended. It wouldn't have taken Heartless and Thunderbolt more than a minute to tie them up well. There were even all these abandoned train cars and storage containers to hide the men. Really, the whole thing was terribly convenient.
It seemed that within only a moment, all outside guard forces had been dealt with. Were there any more inside? Possibly, but there wasn't any way to know that until they got in. That should be fairly easy enough to do. They were right in front of the front door, after all! Of course if they fancied a more subtle approach, the Jacks could take the roof and enter through the skylights, dark and dramatic like Batman. Or they could circle round the back where the trains would have connected to the platform to load passengers and cargo. Really it was up to them.
The Minutemen and Swarm - We're Selling Like Hotcakes Today!
"I think that we should definitely take up her offer," G4M3R announced to his team. "After all, what kind of heroes can ignore a cry for help? But I digress, we have a new potential client. Mr. Gabriel..." The Minutemen's leader gave pause, noting how odd it was that this man hadn't provided a last name. "We've certainly encountered the Rockers before. You could say that we're the reason they're on the run and it's what made our name, haha!" Yeah, he was definitely proud of that accomplishment, even if it was a bit exaggerated.
"I would love to target them, especially since we... Have unfinished business." Ah, now he was referring to how they'd failed to locate Wisp. It was clear this particular difficulty did not rest well in his mind. "In any case, the whole city is full of villains and criminal activity, and we have to take it out where we can find it. Why do you want us to focus on a relative group of nobodies so badly?"
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