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Jay Furor
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Post by Jay Furor on Nov 22, 2014 10:05:45 GMT -5
[attr="class","BOXU"]  | STRENGTH: +6 | | ENDURANCE: +4 | | MAGIC: 0 | | BARRIER: +2 | | DEXTERITY: +3 | | SPEED: +3 |
HEALTH: 100% (12/12)
MANA: 100% (12/12)
Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump.
The steady thud of a cranked bass blasted like thunder from the sound systems of the Death’s Door nightclub- bright lights, the mesmerizing rhythms of dozens of people moving to the beat. Sounded like a remix of that one song. Jay liked it, and couldn’t help but to tap an icy metallic finger against the bar as she threw back her second glass of tequila. She had to admit, the DJ was on point tonight. The whole place was, as usual, jumping like fleas in a cat lady’s bedroom. Presumably, that implied that the place was, in fact, jumping quite a bit. She wouldn’t know, she’d never been to a cat lady’s abode, and planned to maintain that lifestyle decision. Regardless of any jumping fleas, she was quite enjoying the night’s atmosphere.
And it could only get better once her date arrived. She still remembered the day that she was walking through the hallways of the Hotel, only to hear a familiar voice. ‘Alaina?’ she had called out from the other end of the hall, only to be met with a tight hug of reunion. It had been a while, it really had. Ever since she’d died in that fire, nothing was the same for Jay. She sometimes wondered if maybe that was how she got shot to death; maybe she was subconsciously ready to go. But then she thought to herself, nah, man. That’s lame. Lamer than Hephaestus cracking a pun as he broke his other leg. That metaphor was pretty lame, in retrospect, she noted. She’d have to think up better material soon.
And hopefully, equally soon, Alaina would arrive. Not only because she was waiting for her, but because if she didn’t arrive relatively soon, Jay would very likely continue drinking ad infinitum, which would not bode well for pretty much anyone. Draining a third glass of tequila, she propped an elbow on the bar. Hopefully, nothing bad had happened to her. No matter what Alaina said, she didn’t believe for a second that the girl could hold her own against most of the others here. Though she was pretty good at avoiding trouble, so there’s also that. Eh. No real need to worry, she figured. Probably just bad traffic or something. | [attr="class","uhm"]May the hella kawaii desu desu yuris commence pls. | [attr="class","uhm"]384 |
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Post by Alaina Le'Clair on Nov 22, 2014 15:20:21 GMT -5
It’d been too long since their last date. What had it been, a few years? Or had it only felt like that since death? Their last one on earth had involved a rather interesting trip to McRonalds, a much more terrifying knock-off of a popular chain, at which a wild food fight ended in flames. Literally, a grease fire burnt the building to the ground. Luckily, Alaina and Jay had ended up jumping through a window. It was rather needless, as the door was propped open right next to it, but you never knew. The only thing left of the building was a freaky-ass, half-melted clown smiling at the burnt rubble. Hopefully, their next date would fare a bit better. The last few had been wild, from kicking in doors and eating pigeon, to eating off of tables that had probably seen the rear ends of bears and the like. Alaina just laughed, remembering the days. As wild as they happened to be, they were always fun. Jay would laugh and play and they’d somehow end up on the couch together, cuddled in blankets while they watched some shitty old movies.
It’d been amazing, and terrifying, seeing Jay in the hotel. Relief at seeing her again flooded her veins, but it was tainted with ice. Jay was dead. They both were. Alaina still woke up some nights, choking on smoke, which actually happened to be a blanket that had fallen on her face in the night. The flames that licked at her skin were a lot more real. She still woke up shaking, seeing her arms darkened to ash a moment before she fully awakened. She’d wanted to ask Jay how she kicked the bucket, but couldn’t bring herself to do it. She didn’t want to know just yet. Maybe later, when the idea of being dead sunk in. For now, she’d pretend that everything was cool. That they could do the things they did on Earth without worrying about playing Death’s game and fighting for more dead-lives.
Back to that date though. Alaina was running behind, though not because she’d forgotten. She remembered, and was putting too much thought into it. It was special, to her anyway, as it’d be their first date after death. It was kind of sad, but you had to optimistic about something here. Alaina finally managed to leave the house, satisfied with her attire. She’d done her hair up in a ponytail – the usual, with curled locks falling to frame her face. The club they were going to was one of those dance-drink-and-dance-some-more types. A dress might not have been the best attire, but that made finding clothing a bit more difficult. She somehow settled on some skinny jeans that Jay had insisted she buy a while back. They weren’t that bad looking, just impossible to get into. Alaina still didn’t understand the rips in the thighs, it seemed like a waste of perfectly good pants to her. Her top was another one of those things that’d been tossed to the back of her closet to be forgotten. One of those weird low-cut things that hugged the sides and did weird fabric things. Alaina even bothered to spray on a dab of perfume, though she completely disregarded makeup. She’d end up looking like a clown if she even touched eye shadow.
Running behind by a good few minutes, Alaina finally walked into the club, blinking a bit at the strobe lights and taking a deep breath over the pounding in her chest that was both her heart and the bass. “Jay?” It was no doubt that she’d find the blonde at the bar. Jay was already throwing them back. Shaking her head, Alaina moved over to Jay, swinging up onto the barstool beside her with a bit of difficulty due to the constrictions of the pants she was wearing. “That’s no way to start a date, Jayjay. How do you even drink so many of them at once? That stuff’s gonna kill you one of these days, you know?”
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Post by elrusio on Nov 22, 2014 16:48:30 GMT -5
SHIT'S GOING DOWN  A cold red light flickered in the dark. Deep in the corners of Valhalla's shadier quadrants, amidst rows upon rows of machines similar and yet entirely different, a discontinued and long-ago-terminated AI core began to whir. Servomotors started to thrum. Hydraulics began to creak. A layer of dust accumulated over countless months took to the air as the old frame shook, and the program controlling it from within made a mechanised buzz. The sealant sprayed over its various external joints was nowhere near enough to keep it constrained; with cracks, its legs opened, and it pulled itself from the rack it had been placed in for a matter of moments, stepping out into one aisle of what seemed to be a veritable synthetic catacomb. A few beeps. A few more.
It rose the twenty-millimetre rotary gatling on its right arm and tilted it to and fro for a functionality check. HUD indicated it was primed and loaded with enough ammunition to last for, projected, thirty kills or over. The same rang through for the magnetised rail gun mounted to the left joint; both missile pods were still in respectable nick and well-loaded, and the coaxial flamethrower lingering between its legs like some sort of animalistic tail swivelled once. The shield over its primary processor and database glinted with the symphonic orchestration of thousands of blinking LEDs beneath. Soon, however, its startup protocol began to subside, and it turned. A serial number, faded, was barely legible on the right flank of its main body, its armour almost miraculously unscathed. A designation underneath. "HUNTER-441".
...primary startup goals complete... ...weapons systems online... ...searching for directive... ERROR: NO DIRECTIVE FOUND ...... ...initiating contingency protocols... ...searching for contingency protocol 001-- DATA CORRUPTED DATA CORRUPTED
A few whirs and clunks from within the android's frame echoed through the warehouse.
...NEW DIRECTIVES OBTAINED activating immediately engaged: PROTOCOL EPSILON beginning search for target included within criteria...
The rhythmic, unrelenting clunk of metal against metal begun. Hunter-441 began to leave the warehouse. It wasn't long before it found its supposed 'quarry'; within, there was something fitting its criteria. Some form of bar. No-one blinked twice at a mechanised unit walking the streets down Valkyrie Avenue; everyone just assumed it was another automated patrol of Death's. Their assumptions could not have been more wrong in this case. The gothic lettering read "DEATH'S DOOR". The optic unit within its hardy titanium shell began to scan the bar as it had with every establishment it passed.
...matching targets against PROTOCOL EPSILON criteria... ERROR: CRITERIA SELF-DELETED ERROR ERROR ERROR ERROR
The minigun in its right hand began to spool. Upon its display, two red boxes appeared around the heads of a pair of individuals nestling themselves by the bar, amidst a medium-sized crowd of others. The simple glass and metal of the club's front would not resist for long.
HUNTER-441 - STATS
- STR: 8
- END: 10
- MAG: 0
- BAR: 6
- DEX: 9
- SPD: 2
- Railgun: A 'successful' block of a railgun strike will still retain a 2 point modifier (so say you block it with a +5 END shield, it will deal 6 damage as opposed to 4).
- Missiles: On impact, missiles will deal damage to all immediate targets equivalent to Hunter-441's DEX; those who are nearby but not immediately close will be hit with splash damage of 4 DEX. Hunter-441 only has 8 missiles to fire.
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Jay Furor
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Weaponmaster
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Post by Jay Furor on Nov 23, 2014 12:57:41 GMT -5
[attr="class","BOXU"] | STRENGTH: +6 | | ENDURANCE: +4 | | MAGIC: 0 | | BARRIER: +2 | | DEXTERITY: +3 | | SPEED: +3 |
HEALTH: 100% (12/12)
MANA: 100% (12/12)
Music
Ever since falling off the short end of the living stick, it had been quite a wild ride through the rather Heavenly Hellhole for a certain young lass. For one, she didn’t care what anyone said, living tequila was a lot better than dead tequila. And of course, for two, having to fight her way through the cutthroat world was definitely not something she liked to think of as quality entertainment. No, it was in fact basically the opposite, at times; at first, it was a terrifying experience, especially before her prosthetics were built for her, and as time progressed, terror became annoyance; fights were too common, and nobody really held their own too well, not that she’d made combat with, at any rate.
That said, she was particularly thankful for such a pleasant break from violence and fighting right now. A chance to just be on a perfectly normal date with her love from the living realm, an opportunity to catch up over a few drinks and some dancing. It would be nice. She glanced up from her empty glass with a grin as she heard the other girl’s voice. “Lai-Lai!” A cheery, only slightly slurred greeting met her date as she leaned towards her for a hug. “Yeah, yeah, probably, hehe. I’m surprised it wasn’t alcohol poisoning what did me in, actually. I really did hit the bottle kinda hard before I died. Harder than normally, I mean.” Oh no, that sounded really depressing, ack, that is not good, that was not what she wanted to mean to say. “But it’s all good, ya know? Anyways, I missed you. And you look good in those jeans, wowee.” She flailed an arm in the general direction of the bartender. “Two more!” She turned back to Alaina as the barkeep brought more booze, thanking him with a quick danke before turning back to the brunette.
“So what all have you been up to since you got here, Alaina?” She listened intently to whatever Alaina responded with, of course; she herself had gotten into quite a few little messes since her arrival, and Alaina had been here for a little while before she kicked it. But of course, as she listened, she happened to glance out the window of the bar, catching a glint of steel and some bright red dots facing her. Interrupting Alaina, regrettably and rather reluctantly, she tensed up, coiling back like a spring. “Super-sorry Lai-Lai, but that fuckass outside is checkin’ you out, I’m pretty sure, and I’ll be right back.” Whether it was booze or adrenaline that propelled her so rapidly from the barstool, Jay flew directly at the window, clearing the nightclub within a few seconds, not stopping as she reached the her destination. Fluidly kicking the shit out of the glass that separated her from the robotic peeping Tom, she aimed a hard hook at its leg, seeking out any potential joints or motors within.
{PERK ACTIVE: Artificial Mentality: (Gambit) When facing an opponent with one or more non-biological limbs, Jay's melee attacks deal an extra 2 true damage due to the knowledge gained from living with such a disability herself.}
Immediately following this devastating blow to the robot, which was more accurately not particularly THAT devastating she decided a tactical retreat was probably the wisest idea, making her way back through the shattered window, towards Alaina, while crudely flipping off the machine, and shouting at it. “Yeah, you don’t want a piece of this, biyatch! Fuck you and your high-power weaponry and titanium exoskeletal frame!” Little did she know, this robutt was nothing to mess with. And she’d just messed with it. A lot.
And that was when she noticed OH SHIT, THE MINIGUN WAS FIRING. How she was not a bloodied pulp, she would figure out later.
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Post by Alaina Le'Clair on Nov 23, 2014 19:33:53 GMT -5
The slurred words that greeted Alaina were expected, as it seemed Jay had already had a few glasses. Typical, but it seemed that Jay had always been able to hold her liquor. Alaina, on the other hand, was not so good with alcohol. She’d tried it before and hated the taste of just about every kind of booze. There was, however, this one sweet wine that she’d had one time. It must have been a bit too good, as Alaina had ended up passing out in the bath tub. Or at least she thought that she had. She woke up on the floor of the kitchen surrounded by orange peels and lemon juice. How the fuck that happened was one question, but her splitting headache was another problem. Needless to say, she hadn’t touched alcohol since then. It was a memory she wouldn’t care to relive. The hug Alaina received was welcomed, though it turned a bit sour as Jay continued. Jay had always been one of those people that could drink a gallon of booze and still not be dependent, but Alaina could imagine that the blonde had a bit of issues with the stuff before she died. She didn’t care to think about it though, as both of their deaths were not something Alaina was interested in talking about. Besides, the idea of Jay feeling sad about her death made Alaina feel even worse about it. It wasn’t that she could have helped burning alive, as she’d have much preferred to be alive at the moment, but it was leaving Jay alone that had her feeling guilty. Alaina was caught up in these thoughts when Jay started again, complementing her pants. “ Thanks, I’m glad you like them.” Smiling, Alaina looked down and ran her fingers along the tears in the fabric, pulling a bit at the strands that spanned the tear and gave it that fashionable look. “ I missed you too.” Punctuating such, Alaina leaned over and gave Jay a quick peck on the cheek, her own tinted a bit pink at the public display of affection. “ Two more, Jay, really?” She nagged, grinning as she playfully shoved Jay’s arm. “ Haven’t you had enough already?” “ What's happening with me? Oh nothing much. It was pretty rough those first few days, you know?” Alaina twisted her hands into the bottom of her shirt, recalling the pain that was that first night in the hotel. Alone and afraid, worried about her family. They’d tried to get her out, but it was fruitless. Her mind had then shifted to thoughts of Jay, and how she would find out about it. But that was the sad side of things, other than that it really hadn’t been all that eventful. “ After that, though, it was pretty easy to get used to things. Once you decorate your room, it starts feeling like home! They even let me have a stove here. It took a bit to get used to the settings, being in a different- Hey! Are you even lsiteni-” “ Super-sorry Lai-Lai, but that fuckass outside is checkin’ you out, I’m pretty sure, and I’ll be right back." She could only sigh, though a smile tugged at the corner of her lips. She couldn’t say she expected anything less. That was Jay. Before she could really register it, Jay had flown from the barstool and was running across the nightclub towards the window. From what Alaina could see, there appeared to be a rather large mechanical robot outside. If Jay got jealous of robots, that was cool. Alaina supposed that it made her feel special. What wasn’t so special, however, was the sound of bullets ripping through the air. “ Holy- Jay!” Alaina screamed over the music, swiftly moving from her barstool to the ground, covering herself as best she could. The music hadn’t stopped, as most of the people there didn’t seem to have even cared. They were either too pumped on the music, or too intoxicated to notice the bullets. God the idiots that attended these places. Maybe they just didn’t care about dying after death. Alaina could really only watch the scene unfold, praying to whatever deity there was after death – perhaps to Death herself – that Jay would be alright. Tag - Carlo Tachibana Azah |
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Post by elrusio on Nov 23, 2014 19:52:04 GMT -5
As the small human began to run towards it, the Hunter-441 opened fire on the individual. Targeting matrices coalesced perfectly, and within a matter of moments, as the girl closed on the robot, the high-calibre rounds began to penetrate her body. (5 DAM dealt.)
...scanning target...
organic health levels BELOW OPTIMAL
As the organic closed, the mech braced itself, opening a few of its wider panels to block. However, the energy in the air seemed to come together around this one; a kick to the shin jarred it, and triggered an error message to appear; the damage was superficial, and the message was quickly dismissed. (3 DAM taken.)
EXTERIOR DAMAGE DETECTED
...executing damage analysis program...
DAMAGE ASSESSMENT: MINIMAL
HULL INTEGRITY: HIGH
PROTOCOL EPSILON perpetuatedFurther back, the piercing radiation of its gaze saw clearly the second of the small, pathetic organics - this with arguably less cybernetics - push itself to the floor. Its throbbing, gangling shape moving upon its display, the mech began to prime its shoulder payloads with a series of resounding whirs.
PROTOCOL EPSILON engaged
Remaining targets: 002
Protocol action: TERMINATE
Two missiles jettisoned from their slots, one aimed for the closer of the two, and one for the small girl crouching by the bar. The mech whirred; its servomotors began to thrum with increasing intensity, and atop its legs, its top half and upper frame swivelled, minigun too, spooling in preparation for the second assault upon the first girl. (Missiles launched at Alaina Le'Clair and Jay Furor. Minigun fire opening on Jay Furor next turn.)
HUNTER-441 - STATS
- STR: 8
- END: 10
- MAG: 0
BAR: 6
- DEX: 9
- SPD: 2
- Missiles: 6 remaining, 2 in left shoulder box, 4 in right shoulder box.
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The Blood-price for Wickedness
Azah
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Post by Azah on Nov 23, 2014 20:35:19 GMT -5
[All mechanics are in brackets]
Such is what one is made for. In life bringing swift justice and destruction to those who would stand against the powers of glory and light was it's own reward. Here it seemed to be even more heavily incentivized. Destroying that which must be destroyed provided with needed funds for living and a powerful soul boost. Perhaps this was exactly where she needed to be. Life had been a perfect place for her to hone her skills but here was where she was destined for. This realm of violence. This realm that needed someone to stand against the creeping shadows. And here she would do just such a thing. She would call her pedigree and crush the wicked under her heel and twist until they were naught but dust.
Azah had been search for something to do just that to when she stumbled across a fine example. It looked like some kind of suit of armor with powerful weapons instead of arms. She had seen things similar before but this was a little strange. It jerked and moved as though it was mad, and little did she know but it was. She followed the machine for a short time, trying to assess if it was a threat or just a strange beast native to these lands and harmless despite it's appearance. That proved to be wishful thinking though. It halted just outside of a dance club of some sort and then it turned into the beast it truly was. It targeted and began to fire through the window at the civilians inside. Azah's eyes went alight with white light as she drew her gleaming holy blade. She folded her still useless wings back tightly behind her back and started to gain speed as she charged in at the monster machine. "Hold me in a righteous halo!" she called out and her body was wreathed in a white shield keeping her safe as she dove past the machine and placed herself between the two women and the machine.
[Activated Intervention. Boosting END to a total of 10]
Azah's golden metal boots sparked as she slid into place, spreading her massive white wings, guarding the woman taking cover behind the bar. The other elected to run up to the machine and face it, a warrior must hold their own. Azah would not be able to save everyone, she never could. That was a secondary concern however, first was the destruction of the beast which was attacking them. Vengeance for the fallen would suffice. The missiles struck and Azah gritted her teeth behind her helmet as her shield absorbed the damage from the blast. However, the pressure wave and shrapnel flying around after the initial blast was not something she could stop. Wasting no time Azah held her left hand out towards the lumbering machine and focused her divined hatred for such unworthy things. "DIE!" she called out as a pillar of white burning light crashed down on the machine. That would be the start. Azah readied herself for the next offensive. "RUN CHILD!" She called out to the girl behind her in her deep commanding tone.
[Shield reduced in strength by 1. Use Smite spell. (5+3)x2 = 16 DMG - 6 BAR is 10 DMG. DMG is x2 because attack is vs an NPC]
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Carlo Tachibana
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Post by Carlo Tachibana on Nov 24, 2014 3:22:55 GMT -5
[attr="class","BOXU"]  | STRENGTH: 10 | | ENDURANCE: 6 | | MAGIC: 0 | | BARRIER: 2 | | DEXTERITY: 4 | | SPEED: 7 |
[attr="class","next"]"How pathetic. Tell me, gentlemen," the man may have been wearing a ridiculous green jumpsuit, the remainder of his apparel seeming just as odd, though he removed his bandages and tossed them to the ground before continuing, "you had all your life to run from your fights, why choose to do the same in the afterlife?" The weights beneath the bandages crashed to the ground climactically, whipping up quite a bit of dust. As the smoke cleared, two small craters could be seen from where the weights had landed.
[WEIGHTED CLOTHING REMOVED, +4 STR, -4 END, +2 SPD]
He spat upon the ground and locked eyes with the leader of the group. Three men who thought tonight would be good for a mugging. They just happened to be pretty unlucky tonight. For one, their target was running a bit low on hacksilver. The other reason was because they'd chosen to go after the Green Beast from the East, the one and only Takuma Carloman Tachibana. The man's eyebrows lowered as he cracked his knuckles, the first of the three making their move.
Weapon of choice seemed to be a baseball bat. Simple, just as his mind seemed to be, yet it could have proven useful on others in the past. As the thug made several paces forward and swung, the street fight was on. Carlo slapped the bat out of the kid's hands, and with his opposite hand delivered a swift blow to the bridge of his assailant's nose with his open palm. This did little more than annoy his opponent, but what fun would ending the game this early be? He didn't want a swift victory; Carlo Tachibana was keen on being entertained. With a rub to his nose, the thug was back at it, taking a swing with his fist this time instead.
"Is this really all you can manage?" In an instant the martial artist had their arm locked behind their back, "Surely one of you can make me break a sweat." Carlo kicked the man in the hindquarters, sending him stumbling forward at a quickened pace and falling into his companion on the right. The big guy on the left, however, seemed to be up to bat, no pun intended. This one was far bulkier than his skinny flunky, and more than likely the leader of the three. While the large eyebrowed fighter hadn't bothered to ask their names, he'd remember this one as Glory, if only because that was what he had tattooed in large, black lettering across his chest.
"You think you can make a joke of me 'n' my crew, little man?" He spoke in a gravely tone, matching his chiseled facial structure. Carlo could only howl with laughter in response before delivering a flying kick into the big guy's tight abdomen. While it seemed to knock the breath out of his lungs, it was fully apparent that the Green Beast was pulling both punches and kicks. For now.
"It's hard to follow up a comedy act like this." With another chuckle, the fighter peered around the bulky individual and arched an eyebrow at the other two men still scrambling to their feet. Pushing their boss aside, he stepped forward and kicked the blonde haired goon he had messed with prior back to the ground before pulling him back up and hefting him into the air by his collar. "What, don't you think you guys are pretty funny, man?" With that he slung his prey into the wall headfirst. Near instantly the ragged youth's skull was smashed in, blood and grey matter leaving a new sort of graffiti across the alley's wall.
[HALF SOUL ACQUIRED, +1 STR]
The third, kind of a portly fellow, began to back away, his eyes widening in shock. There wasn't much time to react as he was met with a spinning kick from Carlo just as he absorbed the pathetic half soul from the other and a whipping, red aura gathered about his form. Though the man had some weight to him, this didn't stop him from being tossed through the wall of Death's Door. A few shouts of surprise could be heard from within the place, but were quickly flooded out by the blaring music that followed.
"Oh wow, they're playing my song tonight!" Carlo shimmied his way past the rubble and into the club, giving a quick spin, having anticipated the incoming blow from behind. Glory nearly fell face first into a table as his attack was dodged, the strength put into it causing him to continue onward. "Tough break, maybe they'll play yours next, big guy."
The tubby one groaned in pain, attempting to roll over onto his back. Though it seemed all but futile, considering a fair majority of his bones were broken now. It was surprising really that he managed to remain conscious, though Carlo would certainly put an end to that just as quickly as he'd dealt with the last. A quick stomp to the side of the head was all it took, and another half soul was ripe for the taking.
[HALF SOUL ACQUIRED, +1 STR]
"Two down, one to go," Carlo grinned wide as the lights of the dance club began to strobe. He did a back flip into the crowds on the dance floor and between the flickering of the lights Glory could see him motioning him down for a dance. "Let's get the real party started." At this Glory let out a shout as he jumped down in turn, knocking aside several dancing party goers in the process. What a brute.
Each strike aimed towards Carlo didn't even seem to phase him as he backed away from the beastly thug. The fighter slapped his fists away each time they were slung at him, avoiding any harm which could befall him. This turned a few stray heads, though, while he enjoyed the attention, the bushy browed champion of Asgard paid them no mind. He really had no time to, it was hard enough to keep concentrated with the lights flickering like that. Hell, he was just glad he didn't suffer from epilepsy.
"Well, we've had our fun, but," Carlo spoke up between blocking blows, "I believe this is where our dance ends, my friend." And with that, Carlo performed yet another flip over his opponent. Afterward he grabbed Glory up by the hems of his pants legs and gave a mighty spin to build momentum. Finally, he tossed the burly mass through the wall next to Death's Door's entrance, yet another half soul added to his count.
[HALF SOUL ACQUIRED, +1 STR]
"Boy, what a show." He exited through the second hole he had made in the club and patted himself off. Looking up, however, he was surprised to find a small group doing battle with what appeared to be a fully functional robotic sentry. The team seemed composed of all females, and, from the looks of things, they were having a hard time putting the threat down. Carlo definitely wouldn't be having any of this.
"Hey, you guys look like you could use some help here!" Carlo deftly spun himself around, before hurrying over to the head of the pack next to the shielded champion. He could tell some of these folks were already worse for ware than himself. Funnily enough, most people here were, but that was a highly skewed opinion brought on by an over inflated ego. "Hope you don't mind if I cut in. I'd hate to see a group of lovely ladies like yourself get mowed down by this baddie." With that he gave a sly thumbs up and a wink to the two, more pathetic looking, members of the trio, but quickly took on a more serious expression with the third. She appeared to be some sort of angel, which probably meant she knew her way around the battlefield.
"We can hold off on introductions, how would you say our odds are?" Carlo's aura seemed to burst with even more raw energy, his hair flowing in tufts along with it. While it would have been more fun to call out his attacks, he definitely didn't have the time to put on much more of a show than was necessary.
[HOWLING ACTIVATED, +1 STR, +1 DEX, +2 SPD]
The man moved at a blinding speed, giving almost no time at all before he aimed a punch towards what appeared to be the cockpit of the machine. Whatever this thing was, he decided, it had to be taken out quickly. It was already firing, and he wasn't quite sure how much more the heavenly warrior's shield could take.
"HERE GOES NOTHING!" It was do or die, and Carlo Tachibana was one hundred percent sure this would be one of the more interesting fights he'd ever had. | [attr="class","uhm"]10 STR + 4 DEX vs 10 END = 4 damage to a nasty droid | [attr="class","uhm2"]1501 |
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Post by Jay Furor on Nov 26, 2014 12:59:20 GMT -5
[attr="class","BOXU"] | STRENGTH: +6 | | ENDURANCE: +6 | | MAGIC: 0 | | BARRIER: +2 | | DEXTERITY: +1 | | SPEED: +1 |
HEALTH: 21.4% (3/14) MANA: 100% (12/12) {JAY IS HIT BY MINIGUN FIRE: -5 DMG}
Even as Alaina screamed, a terrifying scream of terror, Jay could not help but to laugh at the pun that had been screamed, even in the face of the seriousness of both the scream and the situation at hand. Holey Jay. Hehehe. Hehe. Heh. Heeeeh. That was a good one, and no amount of gunshot wounds could take that away. Also, she was still living, so she would be fine. Now, she just had to protect Alai-
And it seemed as though some freaky guardian angel dealie in battle armor was there to cover the waifu defense. Well that worked out well and gave Jay plenty of time to recuperate and retaliate. And by recuperate, I mean snatch two bottles of cheap whiskey from the dance floor, and by retaliate, I mean drink her pain and suffering away. Which she did. And immediately, she felt much better than she did before, because alcohol is a universally recognized solution that can be applied to practically any sort of problem. Always!
{JAY DRINKS THE SHIT OUT OF SOME CHEAP WHISKEY: +2 HP +1 END, -1 DEX, -1 SPD}
{JAY DRINKS THE SHIT OUT OF SOME CHEAP WHISKEY: +2 HP +1 END, -1 DEX, -1 SPD}
She felt a wee bit more sluggish, and just a touch less capable of using any electronic device coherently for the next few hours or so, but the German felt a strong jolt of inner strength radiate within her, as the Popeyye the Sailor Man theme played in the background. She flexed her robotic arm for no apparent reason, because she didn’t get much stronger, so much as now she was too drunk to feel any more minigun fire as much. See, kids? Drinking has a large number of highly practical uses, particularly in the field of medicine. So if you want to become a world renowned neurosurgeon, you better start practicing today! No better high-stakes brain surgery than drunken high stakes brain surgery, I say. Just remember to sober up before you drive! This message is brought to you by oh right there’s still a murderous machine made of death and missiles trying to shoot a missile of death at Jay.
{JAY IS HIT BY A PAINFUL MISSILE: -3 DMG}
Fortunately, this missile did pretty close to jack shit, because she did the responsible thing and downed two bottles of the finest whiskey you could buy for half a Hacksilver. She did, however, glance to Alaina, who may not have been so lucky, given her apparent lack of any mechanical limbs, and also the fact that she, unfortunately, was a sad little sober thing who was scared of alcohol, life’s solution to not dying. Fortunately, however, it seemed the weird angel chick had eaten the missile for her darling bae, like a champ. This is why being awesome was so great, you could take missiles to the face and be perfectly fine. Though missiles still hurt QUITE A BIT, so Jay made a point to give a delayed groan as she glanced down at what appeared to be a missing chunk of her side, and a pretty big blast mark on her leg, scorching the metal. Wow, missiles are pretty dangerous. She’d just have to go tear shit up! “Ey you, you dumb robutt, you should go ahead an’ pray to robutt Jesus, because I’m gonna be your new robutt Jesus, you robutt!”
It was at this point, she realized that there was no robotic Jesus, only a giant Leviathan from the Paleolithic Era, and he only accepted prayers equivalent to about tree fiddy.
“THAT DAMN LOCH NESS MONSTER HAD TRICKED ME AGAIN,” she shouted to nobody in particular, for no exact reason. And then it was at THIS point that the strange angelic chick decided to kill the mech with the power of MAJYYK, a power Jay was pretty much not good at, because why use magic, when you could punch things until they were dead? It had worked so far in this fight, really. She then prepared to attack once more, when she was interrupted by a guy she could relate to much more, a guy who just up and flew in, looking all suave and manly, as he proceeded to punch the robutt’s dick in, in much the same manner as herself. And so she was inspired to follow up on this legendary badasses and their badassery with some of her own! She took up her best kung-fu pose and called the mech out. “HEY, HEY, YOU, MECH, HEY, LOOK AT ME, CHECK THIS SHIT OUT, LOOK THIS WAY. YOUR MOTHER WAS A TOASTER, HEY, OVER HERE.”
She then did some stylish kicks and punches at the air, while making karate sounds. She wonked pretty hard at the Green Beast, whatever his name and or nickname was. She then “ran” at the machine, tripping over at least one of the corpses that weren’t there a minute ago, probably, and with the utmost of dignified “HUAAAAAAH” sounds, she jumped through the window again-
{JAY IS HIT BY MORE MINIGUN FIRE: -5 DMG}
-taking another round of high-velocity lead to the everything. Seriously, she had no idea how she was still alive. It was pretty awesome. As she jumped through the hail of bullets, though, she made sure to scream a single war cry: “BEWARF THE DURNKEN FITS.”
{JAY PUNCHES THE SHIT OUT OF THE MECH AGAIN: +3 DMG}
Aiming right at the robutt’s udder, by which I mean its chest, by which I mean its udder, she delivered a punch that could probably at least kill a chicken if she aimed it well enough, and hopefully, also the robutt, unless it had any tricky tricks under its sleeve. But then she remembered it wasn’t wearing a shirt, and she fell down, hoping to have slain the mighty beast.
| [attr="class","uhm"]T'IS BUT A SERIES OF FLESH WOUNDS. | [attr="class","uhm"]982 |
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Post by Alaina Le'Clair on Nov 26, 2014 18:29:02 GMT -5
[attr="class","tomhov"] | | | | STRENGTH: 0 | | ENDURANCE: 3 | | MAGIC: 2 | | BARRIER: 0 | | DEXTERITY: 0 | | SPEED: 2 | | music. | | words: 404 | Fleh |
| What the hell was going on? First the mech, and then…
Was that an angel? What even was going on? She didn’t really know what was happening, but it seemed like the angel had taken the bullet for her. Or, more precisely, the rocket. “Thank you, thank you so much!” Not stopping to think about why such an act of kindness was preformed, Alaina just got to her hands and knees and crawled away, but didn’t go far before the splash damage from the missile clipped her.
{ALAINA TAKES SLPASH DAMAGE: -1 HP}
“Ow, shit. Jay…” She hurriedly crawled behind the bar, pressing herself against the nearest solid surface in an attempt to protect herself. From her position, she could hear the sounds of bullets once more, and prayed to whatever deity there was down here that Jay was okay. The other girl too, the winged one. They both had to be okay.
There was also this newer guy, who seemed to have jumped in to save the day. Alaina didn’t stop to question him either. It was probably some type of deal with killing the robot that they wanted in on. It didn’t matter. Alaina just wanted it gone so that she and Jay could get back on with their date. “I have to do something…” Talking mainly to herself, Alaina began gathering random items from below the bar. There were random chips, along with pretzels and peanuts. This could work, she just had to throw some food together and hope it would be enough.
{PERK ACTIVATED: Mystery Stir Fry: A dish composed of whatever the chef could find at the time. This restores 2 health per character level}
{PERK ACTIVATED: Putting On Carbs: (Reinforcement) After casting a Cuisinomancy spell, Alaina's allies gain +2 END for two turns. This cannot stack, and the effect cannot be activated again until one turn after it has resolved.}
Throwing the items together, Alaina was satisfied to have made some sort of trail mix. It wasn’t for her, though, it was for Jay. Peeking around the side of the bar, Alaina caught sight of her rather intoxicated girlfriend. Taking the trailmix and quickly shoveling it into a tiny bag, Alaina once again peeked over the bar and launched the food towards Jay. “Jay! Catch!” She could only hope that Jay would catch it. That, and manage to scarf it down before being shot again. “Hang in there…”
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