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Sooo due to an unsuspected loss of internet for the last few weeks and supper busy with work I am glad to say I'm back!
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Slowly, Dean's eyes opened as he came to. Blood dripped from his forehead as he recalled driving through the forest, too exhausted to realize he was about to ram straight through one of the creatures. But he didn't, at least, he didn't think he did, he turned the wheel and made a sharp turn, or at least remembered turning. His vision was somewhat blurred, he was beyond dizzy and his left arm was in severe pain. It took him a moment to realize the truck had seemed to flip, because he was upside down. "Fuck" He whispered to himself, his mind was racing, he tried to process the situation but it only made his head hurt even more. Incoherent noises could be heard from outside the driver door, turning his head Dean saw what was most likely the creature he regrettably avoided running over, laying beside the driver window repeatedly slamming it's fist into the glass and screaming at the top of it's deceased lungs. He wondered why he didn't turn the thing into roadkill. Slowly Dean unbuckled his seatbelt and awkwardly fell out of the drivers seat, then began crawling through the truck and towards the glovebox. He could hear the window begin to crack from the creature's relentless pounding and frantically opened the glovebox, pulling out a sawed-off shotgun. The creature had eventually broken through the window only to receive a shotgun blast to the face. Blood gushed all over the inside of the car as well as Dean.
Kicking open the passenger door Dean crawled out of the truck and struggled to get to his feet. He looked around the forest and grunted as most of his inventory was spread around the immediate area. He began limping towards an army green bag which was laying on the ground inches from a lake. His left arm was still in severe pain, so he held the sawed-off with that hand and picked up the bag with his right, practically dragging it back as he limped back to the truck. Dean slowly sat on the ground and pulled the bag onto his lap, opening it to reveal a variety of boxes of ammunition, a hunting rifle, and a pistol. He hated using guns and preferred close combat but he wasn't in any state to engage a creature like this. Dean pondered what to do next, and actually considered putting a bullet in his brain. It was a causal, common thought that inhabited his mind on more than one occasion lately. He merely grabbed the bag so he would have something to defend himself with, it wasn't smart to use guns in a situation like this but there wasn't any option. He couldn't help but wonder once more why he didn't just plow the creature with his truck, something like that should be instinct by now, a habit, it certainly wouldn't have been the first time he ran over a creature. It could've been because he was half asleep at the time and wasn't thinking. Or, maybe he just wanted it to be a person. Maybe for a moment he wanted to live in a world where it's a good idea to avoid running over somebody on the road rather than speeding up.
Dean observed the forest in front of him and to his dismay, he could see two creatures making their way through the trees and towards him. It wasn't a surprise to see them considering a weapon, but he couldn't help cringe at the sight of those things. Dean pulled out a box of shotgun shells from the bag and loaded the sawed-off before taking aim. He waited a moment, allowing the pair to come within range, then fired the shotgun once more.
Kicking open the passenger door Dean crawled out of the truck and struggled to get to his feet. He looked around the forest and grunted as most of his inventory was spread around the immediate area. He began limping towards an army green bag which was laying on the ground inches from a lake. His left arm was still in severe pain, so he held the sawed-off with that hand and picked up the bag with his right, practically dragging it back as he limped back to the truck. Dean slowly sat on the ground and pulled the bag onto his lap, opening it to reveal a variety of boxes of ammunition, a hunting rifle, and a pistol. He hated using guns and preferred close combat but he wasn't in any state to engage a creature like this. Dean pondered what to do next, and actually considered putting a bullet in his brain. It was a causal, common thought that inhabited his mind on more than one occasion lately. He merely grabbed the bag so he would have something to defend himself with, it wasn't smart to use guns in a situation like this but there wasn't any option. He couldn't help but wonder once more why he didn't just plow the creature with his truck, something like that should be instinct by now, a habit, it certainly wouldn't have been the first time he ran over a creature. It could've been because he was half asleep at the time and wasn't thinking. Or, maybe he just wanted it to be a person. Maybe for a moment he wanted to live in a world where it's a good idea to avoid running over somebody on the road rather than speeding up.
Dean observed the forest in front of him and to his dismay, he could see two creatures making their way through the trees and towards him. It wasn't a surprise to see them considering a weapon, but he couldn't help cringe at the sight of those things. Dean pulled out a box of shotgun shells from the bag and loaded the sawed-off before taking aim. He waited a moment, allowing the pair to come within range, then fired the shotgun once more.
Kasus stood up, wiping the snow off of himself, and quickly searched around for his twinblade which seemed to have been lost in the snow after he was launched back from the large body heartless. "Awh, great" he muttered to himself. He would have to find another weapon, this wasn't the time to dig in the snow. Kasus sprinted back into the battle, when a soldier attempting to combat one of the floating heartless caught his attention.
The solider wielded a Halberd and wasn't really holding his own very well against the heartless. Realizing the floating body was preparing to cast an ice spell, Kasus sprinted towards the soldier, shoving him to the floor and out of the way of the blast. "I'll give this back, promise!" he shouted, picking up the man's halberd from the ground and focusing his attention on the floating body.
Sprinting towards the heartless Kasus leaped into the air and darted towards the foe, relentlessly slashing the floating body numerous times. Still in the air, he placed his hand directly onto the insignia planted on the heartless's chest, "Fire!" he shouted, causing the floating body to practically combust into flames. Landing on his feet Kasus on focused on what appeared to be the last of the floating heartless. It flew around aimlessly and seemed to be wounded due to the fact Jared's keyblade was stuck in it's chest. It only needed to be finished off. Kasus charged towards the heartless, leaping into the air he sliced the halberd downward and slammed the heartless into the ground. The floating body vanished and the keyblade dropped to the ground.
The solider wielded a Halberd and wasn't really holding his own very well against the heartless. Realizing the floating body was preparing to cast an ice spell, Kasus sprinted towards the soldier, shoving him to the floor and out of the way of the blast. "I'll give this back, promise!" he shouted, picking up the man's halberd from the ground and focusing his attention on the floating body.
Sprinting towards the heartless Kasus leaped into the air and darted towards the foe, relentlessly slashing the floating body numerous times. Still in the air, he placed his hand directly onto the insignia planted on the heartless's chest, "Fire!" he shouted, causing the floating body to practically combust into flames. Landing on his feet Kasus on focused on what appeared to be the last of the floating heartless. It flew around aimlessly and seemed to be wounded due to the fact Jared's keyblade was stuck in it's chest. It only needed to be finished off. Kasus charged towards the heartless, leaping into the air he sliced the halberd downward and slammed the heartless into the ground. The floating body vanished and the keyblade dropped to the ground.
Hector is basically Laxus. lololol.
Awe, Renose! Haha I just started reading your post and the whole reason I had Kasus charge the large body from the front and get thrown away was to show everyone that the front part of it's body is basically invincible and can't be hit.
I hope you have a spell to cure the frostbite Kasus has from landing in all that snow :3
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I'll do my absolute best to get a post up by tonight, I'm not going to be near a computer for the rest of the day.
I hope you have a spell to cure the frostbite Kasus has from landing in all that snow :3
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I'll do my absolute best to get a post up by tonight, I'm not going to be near a computer for the rest of the day.
Measha hadn't anticipated Axcel to move so quickly to the mummy's aid and deflect one of his most powerful spells with ease, nor did he expect the Guildmaster to engage him. It wasn't wise to take on somebody as experienced as Axcel, hell it was suicide when you thought about it! But in front of Measha wasn't Axcel Goulard, nor was it a Guildmaster, in front of Measha was a threat to his new home, his newfound purpose. In front of Measha was a threat to his future, he wasn't about to let that be wiped away before it had even begun, and so Measha stood his ground, took his signature fighting stance, and engulfed himself in flames once more. Not an ounce of fear lingered in his mind, only the burning will to stop the man before him and the consequences that could befall if he didn't. "You're picking a fight with somebody that has everything to lose," Measha shouted to Axcel as he approached. As the words left his mouth Sam slung his slab of ice towards Measha's back, melting almost immediately after coming within inches of his fire. Measha felt the substance splash into his back and felt the effects immediately, from his perspective everything felt as if it were in slow motion, he gave a confident smirk as he realized the advantage he now had. "My will burns to break yours, Goulard,"
He didn't skip a beat, and in almost an instant Measha was right in Axcel's face, throwing punches and kicks at incredible speeds from all over, each punch and kick accompanied by an explosion of fire. It was almost impossible for one to follow his fists and legs with the naked eye. Axcel seemed to be blocking and deflecting a majority of the attacks but was fortunately on the defensive. Measha's main priority was to keep the acid smoke user on his toes and prevent him from casting his smoke. Just by plowing the man with punches and kicks Measha could tell Axcel had martial arts experience, but he couldn't tell if his experience and training was superior to his, but eventually his speed was superior to the Guildmaster's because Measha had landed a punch straight into his stomach, causing him to reel forward. The one punch turned to five punches, then ten, then twenty, then another twenty, fire exploded into Axcel's stomach as Measha relentlessly threw his fists over and over again into the man's gut and followed up the combo with an upward kick, the heel of Measha's foot ramming into the Guildmaster's chin, launching him into the air. Measha began to spin in place, his amazing speed allowed him to move at such a rate he turned into a mere blur within a second. He began casting fireballs upward into Axcel's floating body practically at the rate of a machine gun. Ceasing the fireballs Measha used the momentum from his spinning to dash forward and up the side of the wall, a trail of fire following him every step of the way. Planting his feet he launched himself towards Axcel's floating body and plowed himself into it, the pair flew through the room and would eventually smash into the opposite wall.
He didn't skip a beat, and in almost an instant Measha was right in Axcel's face, throwing punches and kicks at incredible speeds from all over, each punch and kick accompanied by an explosion of fire. It was almost impossible for one to follow his fists and legs with the naked eye. Axcel seemed to be blocking and deflecting a majority of the attacks but was fortunately on the defensive. Measha's main priority was to keep the acid smoke user on his toes and prevent him from casting his smoke. Just by plowing the man with punches and kicks Measha could tell Axcel had martial arts experience, but he couldn't tell if his experience and training was superior to his, but eventually his speed was superior to the Guildmaster's because Measha had landed a punch straight into his stomach, causing him to reel forward. The one punch turned to five punches, then ten, then twenty, then another twenty, fire exploded into Axcel's stomach as Measha relentlessly threw his fists over and over again into the man's gut and followed up the combo with an upward kick, the heel of Measha's foot ramming into the Guildmaster's chin, launching him into the air. Measha began to spin in place, his amazing speed allowed him to move at such a rate he turned into a mere blur within a second. He began casting fireballs upward into Axcel's floating body practically at the rate of a machine gun. Ceasing the fireballs Measha used the momentum from his spinning to dash forward and up the side of the wall, a trail of fire following him every step of the way. Planting his feet he launched himself towards Axcel's floating body and plowed himself into it, the pair flew through the room and would eventually smash into the opposite wall.
akje said
To explain wtf Sam just did:He makes potions by adding ingredients to boiling water and infusing it with magic.He has water (a shard of ice), ingredients (sweat and the concept of boiling it fast) and magic. He boils it in Measha's flames so it evaporates and washes all over him. The skin absorbs the potion and Ranged potion bitches!Oh and for the potion: Haste potion, to Measha the next 5 minutes will seem like for eeeeveeer!So he's really damn fast and has intense fucking reflexes. Have fun!The spear is pretty much as explained, you now fight like you have divine inspiration. So genious skill.All temporary ;)
you my boy sam, YOU MY BOY
Akira quickly searched for the house keys in his coat pocket as he and Luci stood outside and the severe rainstorm fiercely poured down on them both. He didn't live in some big, rich two story home, like most people would expect, but rather a normal sized, two bedroom, one story house just outside of Yakuza territory. The neighborhood was rather ghetto as well, his house had been shot up several times, mostly being caught in the crossfire, but on some occasions the place was sprayed with bullets on purpose. Akira liked his house though, and avoided moving despite protests from his family. He lived here for five years, the place was cozy and felt like home to him. "Finally!" He shouted as he pulled out the house key and jammed it into the lock. Akira practically fell through the door as it unlocked, eager to get out of the rain. He held the door open as Luci ran inside and looked up to the terrible sky once more before shutting the door.
"Geez, next thing you know frogs are going to fall from the sky." He remarked sarcastically, and looked towards Luci, observing her. She looked soaked, but so was he. The rain didn't really seem to wash the blood away though, rather cause it to run down Luci's face and arms. "Haha, you look like you- er" Akira stopped himself, recalling what happened in the elevator when he attempted to joke about the blood. "Um, you look like you could use a hot shower, heh. The bathrooms over there." As the words left his mouth a wave of fear overcame Akira as he frantically reached in his coat pockets searching for the paper with all the client's names and information, hoping it wasn't smeared or illegible. He let out a sigh of relief and a laugh as it wasn't, only a bit wet. He set the clients list on the counter.
Akira removed his tie and coat, placing them on the couch, and walked towards his room as he unbuttoned his shirt. He hated wearing suits but his father demanded he do so when around him. Thankfully he was drenched and had an excuse to change. As he entered his room he tossed his shirt on the bed and was about to remove his slacks when he noticed a file lay on his desk. The moment he laid his eyes on the file he knew who placed it there; Takiko, his parental guardian and supervisor whenever his father was out on business. She was so uptight! Constantly intruding his home and privacy unexpectedly and without permission. The type of person that would ask an ungodly amount of questions whenever he wasn't home. Thankfully he missed her, it would be difficult to explain why he brought home a blood soaked maid.
Walking up to the desk Akira picked up the file and skimmed through it, water dripped down from his face and hair, landing on the papers contained in the file. It seemed the council had come to a decision and decided to keep tabs on the Underhill MC in case they were prepping for retaliation. "Great" He muttered to himself. His father had given him an assignment. He very much wanted to get started on researching Operation Freedom, but he couldn't raise suspicion and ignore his families orders. It was the last thing he needed. Quickly changing into his street clothes, Akira put on a pair of tight light blue jeans and a pair of black combat boots, threw on a white long sleeve shirt and an army green jacket. Walking up to a cabinet in the corner of his room, he opened both doors to reveal an assortment of weapons, guns and ammunition, but he only grabbed a pistol along with a few mags, and stuffed them in his jacket. Akira locked the door behind him as he left his room. Walking up to the front door, he grabbed an umbrella and placed his hand on the doorknob, when he stopped, and hesitated to leave at the sound of the bathroom shower turn on. "Sorry, Luci" He whispered to himself before walking out the door and regrettably back into the storm.
"Geez, next thing you know frogs are going to fall from the sky." He remarked sarcastically, and looked towards Luci, observing her. She looked soaked, but so was he. The rain didn't really seem to wash the blood away though, rather cause it to run down Luci's face and arms. "Haha, you look like you- er" Akira stopped himself, recalling what happened in the elevator when he attempted to joke about the blood. "Um, you look like you could use a hot shower, heh. The bathrooms over there." As the words left his mouth a wave of fear overcame Akira as he frantically reached in his coat pockets searching for the paper with all the client's names and information, hoping it wasn't smeared or illegible. He let out a sigh of relief and a laugh as it wasn't, only a bit wet. He set the clients list on the counter.
Akira removed his tie and coat, placing them on the couch, and walked towards his room as he unbuttoned his shirt. He hated wearing suits but his father demanded he do so when around him. Thankfully he was drenched and had an excuse to change. As he entered his room he tossed his shirt on the bed and was about to remove his slacks when he noticed a file lay on his desk. The moment he laid his eyes on the file he knew who placed it there; Takiko, his parental guardian and supervisor whenever his father was out on business. She was so uptight! Constantly intruding his home and privacy unexpectedly and without permission. The type of person that would ask an ungodly amount of questions whenever he wasn't home. Thankfully he missed her, it would be difficult to explain why he brought home a blood soaked maid.
Walking up to the desk Akira picked up the file and skimmed through it, water dripped down from his face and hair, landing on the papers contained in the file. It seemed the council had come to a decision and decided to keep tabs on the Underhill MC in case they were prepping for retaliation. "Great" He muttered to himself. His father had given him an assignment. He very much wanted to get started on researching Operation Freedom, but he couldn't raise suspicion and ignore his families orders. It was the last thing he needed. Quickly changing into his street clothes, Akira put on a pair of tight light blue jeans and a pair of black combat boots, threw on a white long sleeve shirt and an army green jacket. Walking up to a cabinet in the corner of his room, he opened both doors to reveal an assortment of weapons, guns and ammunition, but he only grabbed a pistol along with a few mags, and stuffed them in his jacket. Akira locked the door behind him as he left his room. Walking up to the front door, he grabbed an umbrella and placed his hand on the doorknob, when he stopped, and hesitated to leave at the sound of the bathroom shower turn on. "Sorry, Luci" He whispered to himself before walking out the door and regrettably back into the storm.
Foster said
Well, aside from the rain prattling on the roof of the motorcycle club, not much happening for Johan to deal with.
I think i've got something for Johann to deal with :3
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nevermind lol i don't want to get blown away with a shotgun.
Beebee2121 said
Really? It seemed pretty far gone to me. Lengthy posts make for intimidating reading to catch up unless someone can possibly summarize or something for me. I'm new to the site. Sorry.
Well basically the highlight of what's happened is a terrorist organization known as Our Fathers Fathers i think? Has just attacked the mayors mansion and killed him I believe. The city is now on Marshall law and PMC troops are all over the place, or at least were, because a crazy biblical storm is showering down on Houston making it dangerous to go pretty much anywhere, so police and PMC presence has dwindled. So far everyone has pretty much responded to the situation and started their own agendas, so it really isn't too late.
If you want you could just read FallenMuse's post that's at the top of page 2 and skim over the rest of the posts. That should put you up to speed. And it's totally fine you're new haha, gotta start somewhere right.
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My mistake, just read the first post if you haven't, the plot is currently 2 hours after the terrorist attack. Everyone's either at the library, the sandwich shop, or doing their own thing. Totally cool to jump in in my opinion.
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