513 Posts
1312 EP
EXP
Total
"best worst staff member"
shaggy-Rank Quirk:
|
Post by Darren Blanco II on Oct 11, 2018 19:02:28 GMT -4
The soldier who tried assaulting Chimera found himself in a world of shit and then some, and all the shit was dumped on him at once. It wasn’t a small amount either. First, the goat boy unexpectedly turned around and charged him like, well, an animal. The soldier was strong, but the goat boy displayed a surprising amount of strength himself, enough make him recoil and fail his stabbing attempt.
Soon after, a shadowy tendril took hold of his leg as Alex made his entrance, throwing down a pair of kevlar jackets. Thanks to the confusion from the smoke and his readiness, he managed to disarm the soldiers who frankly weren’t expecting this from a bunch of high schoolers, cruelly lacking in experience fighting against quirks, and their jackets were snatched away before they could even comprehend how any of this had happened. Finding themselves weaponless and armorless, they decided like one man to bolt out of there and find cover.
The leg was mercilessly crushed, making the anti-quirk soldier scream in pain and rendering him unable to walk anymore. Understandably a little slow on the uptake with everything that happened at once, Hisao yelled for one of the students to, in his words, ‘tie up this motherfucker like roast pork.’
“Fuck you, Hisao, you god damn traitor quirk lover, fucking goat fucker prick, we’ll fuck you and your precious quirk boys u--”
He was interrupted by a well-aimed smack across the teeth with the stock of Hisao’s Type 89 rifle. However, soon enough, none of them would have time for smack talk, as much more pressing matters arose in the form of a Type-90 Kyū-maru main battle tank headed straight for their collective asses, and from the looks of it, he wasn’t about to use any lube.
That is, until a blonde student in a stolen oversized jacket carrying a duffel bag on one side and a little girl on the other courageously stood in front of the tank, out of cover. To the surprise of everyone, excluding perhaps Yojin, the steel behemoth ground to a halt, fully stopping his momentum mere centimeters away from the boy. Immediately, the hatch swung open again and the face and upper body of the tank commander popped out, carrying a gun pointed at Yojin. His trigger finger was resting on the side of the bridge, showing both careful discipline and the man’s reluctance to shoot anyone who was holding his daughter so close. The little girl and her father shouted over each other:
“Daddy!”
“Get away from my daughter! NOW!”
The tank commander felt a tap on his leg and the vehicle’s radio operator played back the message Yojin had just broadcast. “How the hell did you get a hold of this frequency?!” he asked in an authoritative voice. “Akira, get a fucking hold of yourself!” shouted back Hisao. “Those kids are alright, this crazy blonde motherfucker right here just ran with your god damn daughter in his arms! Kid, just hand over his daughter to him. He’ll be more bark than bite once he has her.”
Before any exchange could take place, however, a deafening explosion resounded, up close, up extremely close even. A shell had just hit the side of the Type-90, heavily damaging its right-hand track -- for the students facing the tank, the shell would have came from their left -- and ability to move in one fell swoop. Shook by the hit, Akira couldn’t hold back a string of insults, even in front of their daughter. He shouted at the group: “TAKE COVER ON THE OTHER SIDE! NOW!”
He stared at Yojin for a half second before slipping back inside the vehicle and closing the hatch, its turret already pivoting in the direction from which the hit came. It was extra clear to whom the order was particularly addressed. “Come on, move! Go go go! If they fire a H.E. at our asses, we’re toast, these rocks aint shit! Get behind the tank! And grab these damn jackets!”
The hit came from another tank, a newer Type-10, stopped on the grass a hundred fifty or so meters away. Inside the Type-90, Akira was barking commands to his crew. “AP shell in, now! Rotate to face them! These fuckers must be beginners, standing on the grass like that. I bet they think their fucking autoloader will allow them to get another shot in before us. Show em, boys!”
The Type-90 was a couple of seconds quicker, and its shell exploded first on the side of the Type-10’s turret, jamming the autoloading system in the process. The tank immediately withdrew to the cover of the tents, masking its position and preventing the Type-90’s crew from aiming at it. As soon as the hit was confirmed, Akira’s voice could be heard on both Hisao’s military grade and Yojin’s improvised radios: “We got him, but it’s just licking its wounds. Hisao, you better be right about these kids or there’s gonna be hell to pay, with interests. If any of you let my daughter get hit, you die. And Sachi…” It was the first the first time the students heard him speak in a softer voice. “I’m sorry Daddy wasn’t here to protect you. I’m here now. It’s gonna be okay. Don’t scream and it will all be okay. Trust me, Sachi. Daddy is here.”
“Alright,” continued Hisao when the radio cut. “You heard the man. Unless we got anyone here who can repair a tank track, we only have one option, and it’s to slip a grenade down the other tank’s hatch. If they have a tank and we don’t, I don’t think we stand a lotta chances to make it here.” He got a few out of a pouch in his jacket. “Grip it, pull the pin, and throw it. Simple as that. I’ll gather as much of our allies as we can find for cover fire, but until then, we gotta hold here.” He shot a glance at the little Sachiko, who was trying her best not to scream any more. “And some of us gotta defend our position here. It’s too risky to move her. Luckily we still have the rock to the side, but it would be ideal if we could establish a barrier or dig a trench. We are gonna have to go on the offensive sooner or later, though.”
“So? Anyone wanna go up against a tank?” As much as Hisao tried for a relaxed, joking tone, his voice still carried a fearful vibrato note. No one could blame him. There were a lot of good reasons to be afraid to fight a tank. |
|
322 Posts
1 EP
EXP
Total
16 Years
Male
"Instinct"
Student-Rank Quirk:
|
Post by Chimera on Oct 11, 2018 20:31:23 GMT -4
750 WC diggy diggy goat | Just a moment after Chimera had managed to knock the soldier attacking the other student to the ground, the one from earlier who had been with Yojin can swooping in and cracked the bastard's shin like a watermelon. The sound made him feel queasy. But it wasn't undeserved. Raising his head he was about to thank the student when they shouted his name and tossed a kevlar jacket at his feet. Wait. Shadow Quirk, knew who he was, blatant disregard for his own safety or the well-being of others (even those who deserved it)...
"You must be Alex. Great. Great introduction." Chimera managed with a laugh somewhere between relief and pure terror, and he pulled the armor over his head. It was not the best fitting piece of equipment but then again nothing ever was with his horns or his body. It was protection, though, and that was what mattered. The soldier started spouting off some racist crap only to get introduced to the blunt end of Hisao's--he assumed--barrel. Chimera breathed out a shaking breath. "...hah. Hahah. So. Is this just one big hate crime? Just an excuse to shoot up Quirkers. Hahah. We're. We're so fucked."
...wait, hadn't Yojin been right behind--?
Chimera's head shot up over the rocks as the others began yelling about an oncoming tank and an angry voice came over the radio on Hisao's hip. Somehow he just knew who he was going to see standing in front of the tank.
How did he fucking know.
"YOJIN WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" He screamed over the rocks, just in time for the tank's hatch to open and the driver to pop out, pointing a gun right at his roommate's head. Chimera's heart dropped into his ankles. No no no no no--
But he didn't fire. In fact, it almost looked like Yojin had pulled something off. Was it the little girl in his arms? If he was using a child as a meat shield Chimera was going to kill him. Before that thought could completely take form in his head, a deafening explosion sounded off, a shell hitting the side of the tank in front of them. Chimera ducked back down for fear of shrapnel. Oh, good, more inter-military conflict to add more joy to the situation at hand. But hey, at least Yojin had managed to accomplish...something with that stunt.
Still, Chimera was going to kick his ass for that at a later date.
Without needing to be told twice he looked between Alex and Risaka before he bolted with the "good" soldiers and them to behind the tank. Soon as they and Yojin were safely on the other side he raised his hand and deftly slapped Yojin on the back of the head, tears back in his eyes again. "You. Suicidal. Idiot. Yeah, just walk out in front of the tank why don't you?! And I don't want to hear about how it worked!! Put this vest on before you get shot for real, you prick!"
Still. Chimera's eyes flickered down to the little girl, and his anger born of fear weakened. He may have just saved our lives, and hers...ugh. Son of a bitch.
Now that they were all nice and cozy behind the tank that wasn't firing at them, Hisao was coming up with a plan of attack and defense. The best option was apparently throwing a grenade into the enemy tank's hatch and...Chimera clenched his eyes shut again. "...can't. No. Not me. I. I can dig the trench."
He swallowed and opened his eyes again, looking almost apologetic at how fast he'd begged off of the combative side of the plan. But he couldn't think about throwing a live bomb into a tank full of people. A tank for of living people. It wasn't like it was a flash bang or a smoke screen, that was a real honest-to-God bomb they were being given. And it wasn't going to shower the men inside that tank with rose petals and lemon drops. He couldn't do it.
Even racist, murderous bastards were living, breathing. bleeding people.
With a deep breath, Chimera started to put his claws to good use and began digging through the dirt below--keeping a safe distance between the trench and the tank just in case--to make a safe place for himself, Sachi, and those not rushing head-fist into the fray to take cover in. It was still something. |
|
|
|
|
Post by Deleted on Oct 11, 2018 21:47:07 GMT -4
It was just the other day that he had a conversation with Haruto from the Support Studies class about this very situation.
Alex had predicted that it was times like these where most students would end up faltering. This is where everyone would go hell, when the heroes had to go into a situation where they knew the chances of survival were slim to none and had to actually take charge to save lives. It was why he argued back then that one Darkshine was worth five students on the scene of a truly horrific scene, because Darkshine was brave enough to let go of that fear and sense of self-preservation and take control while chasing perfection in every single action along the way. She not only operated well under pressure, she thrived in that environment. In situations where others would be paralyzed by fear, the number one pro didn’t waste a second and went for it. That was the separation between a real hero and a fair weather wannabe, he had meant, and a huge part of why he respected her so much. She walked into that Hospital alone knowing it was infested with violent criminals who would brain her with a bullet the first chance they got with at least one supremely powerful quirker at the top and went in anyway without hesitation.
When the tank shell blast disoriented everyone nearby from the sheer volume, the delinquent steadied his stance but did not flinch otherwise. He did not duck for cover, and did not even look to flee. The stakes were very clear in that moment, insofar as that tank would kill everyone around him as well as himself with that cannon if it was not disabled. The friendly tank landed a fantastic shot that seemed to disable their cannon and force them into cover, which bought them some time but it didn’t seem like the damage was that severe. One of the allied soldiers gave his initial plan, but the delinquent’s gut decision was that it was too passive. The main gun didn’t look disabled, and if they could get it operational again while the pro-Quirker tank was still immobile they were all going to die.
”I need two smoke grenades.” Alex said, his tone that of an officer that was issuing orders. Hisao, perhaps used to following directions, pulled two out and handed them over to the delinquent. Alongside this, the brunette grabbed one fragmentation grenade as he started barking out his plan. ”Cover fire with rifles ain’t gonna do shit, we need to close the gap and get rid of that damned thing before it fixes the damage. Sir, I need you to cover our approach with smoke. Risaka! I need you to go wide right, and I want most of the smoke covering her approach. She needs some smoke and a frag or two at the very least, and will get a straight shot to closing in with the tank when I get their attention. I’m going to go straight and make myself as big a target as possible, and then pop smokes and take cover when they open fire on me. This buys time for y’all back here and Risaka on the side to get rid of that damned thing. I have a cracked rib, so if I get shot there and it breaks I’ll be out of commission for a while. Get rid of that tank while I buy time. Don’t die while I’m gone, you fucks.”
”Let’s show these fuckers what happens when you fuck with Yuuei. Let me handle the machine guns, I have the toughest armor out of anyone here. I distract, you disable. GO NOW!” he roared with the primal intensity of a warfighter as he lunged forward and sprinted past the defensible area that the soldiers had established and immediately used his own shadow to materialize a skateboard underneath his feet the second that he hit solid ground to cover the ground between him and the tank as quickly as possible.
He had the fragmentation grenade in his left hand and both smoke grenades in his right hand, and used his quirk to pull out the first of two smoke bombs. He quickly ripped all the shadows he could immediately around him to create a thin but large layer of shadows to create the most visually obvious display of his quirk as he tried to tease out where the exact position of the tank. One tendril, one originating in his own shadow that he was intent on controlling would hold one of those smoke grenades ready to toss forward once the tank was actually visually identified or bullets started flying towards him. Until then, he would make new visually obvious constructs around him that almost looked like black wings that flickered in and out of existence almost like a glitch for how they spread out as wide as possible from the base of his body.
The truth was, he didn’t even feel the fear that he had assumed would be overpowering him right about now. Instead he felt… nothing. He was strangely emotionally empty at this point, maybe because he had truly accepted and was at peace with the fact that he was going to get shot at and he was very likely going to die or get grievously wounded doing something like this. Did this mean he had the same bravery that Darkshine had, then? Was this how she felt when she stood in front of that Hospital for the first time, or when she was on the way there? Is this what being a hero felt like?
Well, if anything, he knew that this was what a hero did. A hero would put their life on the line in order to ensure the safety of others, and take risks that nobody else would dare to in their wildest dreams in doing so. Maybe Aki was to blame for this sort of wanton stupidity, putting that idea in his head that heroes existed to uphold promises… and he had made a really dumb one just now. He would brave the machine gun while Risaka flanked and their tank was hopefully repaired or at least waiting for a follow-up shot once they caused enough chaos to flush out the enemy tank.
It wasn’t as clean or as clever as something Darkshine would think of… but if… when he made it out of here, he at least knew he wouldn’t falter in the face of something so small as a suicide mission. When shit hit the fan, nobody could ever say that Alexander Deraine shied away from danger or withered in fear when confronted with it. His smoke would have to be popped reactively once the first shot or visual contact with the tank was established, and then he would do everything in his power up to and including tossing that fragmentation grenade in order to draw as much attention to himself as possible if he was convinced there would be no collateral damage. Once a shithead shot at him they were fair game, but until that moment he was only interested in disabling the tank at this juncture.
|
|
266 Posts
0 EP
EXP
Total
19 Years
Female
"Miss Gray"
Student-Rank Quirk:
U.A Third Year
Played by:
|
Post by Risaka Reinacht on Oct 12, 2018 20:47:43 GMT -4
What in the actual shit was going on anymore? At first she thought the tank was gonna go on a murder spree, but then an unknown individual bravely steps close to the tank, making it completely halt, the sudden stop easily made a loud grindy noise against the ground. She practically flinched from the clutch moment, staring ever so confused at the unknown individual she finally noticed the girl she heard earlier, with her eyes widened she for a second thought the girl was in grave danger. And yes, the hatch opened and was surprising the individual with a gun pointed to him. Oh almighty lord of ever living forgiveness, don't let the girl get gunned down by those brutal men! She was ready to go into action incase something happened, but with the soldier inside the tank claiming to be the father of the girl she was relieved and huffed out. It was a nice scene to see father and daughter reunite, it was something she never got to experience herself, so she sort of wished she could feel the feeling of meeting someone she truly miss, but alas she missed no one, zero.
''Christ... for a moment I thought I was a goner, I didn't even have my speed boost ready-'' While talking to herself she ended up being interrupted by the sneaky shot from a hostile tank. The explosion made her literally dash for it past the rocks, even before they even mentioned to get behind the tank she did so with great instinct. She had already imagined how a shot from a tanks was like but just hearing the loud burst of energy combust near her position made her eardrums faintly tingle. She grunted and was happy enough to be in a much safer spot than before. ''Fuck fuck fuck fuck, why the fuck are they even using tanks on us! Are they desperate?!'' So frustrated the gray girl was, what did she ever do to deserve people going after her? Hasn't she had enough of people going after her because of her quirk's appearance? She thought she'd get that sort of peace at Yuuei, school for future heroes, but to only get into tight situations like these. She wanted to knock every single anti-quirk soldier she could see, just to pop their jaw right open with solid clenched fists. ''Yeah, I'm just about done with this nonsense, I wanna destroy the shitty tank of theirs!'' She firmly had been listening to Alex and his oddly enough solid plan. Him taking the attention and the big risk of getting shot was more than enough reson for Risaka to get close to the mechanical monstrosity. She snagged two nades for her own, she knew how they operated, pull the pin and hold down the handle before tossing it. How long it'd take for it to detonate was unknown, but there was little chance for the enemy tank's crew to react to her blitzing speed. ''I'll follow up once you get close to the tarrget, they won't see me coming, it will only take four seconds so hold on until then.''
With Chimera digging a trench pit for others to duck in the gray girl watched closely to Alex's position and running speed. His way of gaining the enemy's attention was the best he could pull out, although his annoying voice and shouts probably would've been enough. She had to wait for a bit, she needed him to bait the tank into a poor position, with the smoke grenades soon deployed she'd have the perfect opening to make the dash. One mistake at her part and she can end up getting the heavy gunner aimed at her. Her speed boost was fast, but not fast enough to outspeed freaking bullets. How much she fucking hated this plan to the core, it was needed, but truly not welcomed. For a very brief moment she was thinking what would happen if she did not go through with the plan, Alex's body will turn into swiss cheese in matter of seconds. She disliked him greatly, but he was still a fellow classmate, tolerable to some extent. And there was a chance that he'd still take out the tank and get the satisfaction of killing those men, she couldn't let that happen, no way a naive idiot like Alex could pull this through alone. ''Guess here goes nothing... god dammit...'' In the end she was used by others, seen as nothing more than another tool.
To hell with her selfish feelings, she thought to herself. She slides the nades into her pockets and slams her hands down against the grassy ground, her eyes flickring with the yellow shade of topaz before both of her arms absorbs up a great amount of bright green. ''I'll be quick, try not to go anywhere..'' She spoke to the rest behind the friendly tank, placing her green shaded amrs against her legs to insert the colour. Her lowerbody was now green, giving her a great enhanced speed to it that she will use to reach to the tank and slip both nades inside. She gets ready into position, Alex was now standing there, with his defense up and ready. It was the cue for her to make the move, and just like that she dashed out with her eyes intensely staring at her target. Pulling out both nades and tears both pins out as she was clenching both with her hands, holding down on the trigger, closer and closer she got to the tank, they would not be able to see her coming.
Tags:
Wordcount: 937 |
|
229 Posts
4 EP
EXP
Total
16 Years
M
"Fix"
Student-Rank Quirk:
|
Post by Hino Yojin on Oct 14, 2018 22:03:01 GMT -4
Yojin felt a little like he was trying to bail out a sinking ship with a ladle. He wasn’t upset to be alive. Quite the opposite. It was simply that the less immediate his impending death became, the larger the job he had in front of him seemed to grow. He was already so very, very tired. Chimera’s smack to the back of the head, and outburst of anger or concern was met by an exhausted half-smile. Words felt like an effort he couldn’t quite manage right now. He did, however, put on the jacket. It looked like it had been cut open or something, but it was a good idea. Yojin wished he’d had it himself. Now, the problem was a tank…? He stumbled over to their tank’s tread, giving it a closer look. This was a new kinda problem for him--he could change a flat tire, but that wasn’t even in the same field as this. It looked like it had slipped, or been pushed off the wheels, and needed to be forced back into place. He’d need a jack, and a lot of help to get it back. In fact, he might even have to break and re-weld it to get it back into place. Whatever material it was made of looked armored. That kind of strain on his quirk would probably knock him out. That could be nice. Yojin shook his head, taking a few steps back to figure out a plan with Chimera, the tank commander, Alex, and the grey girl who’s name he still hadn’t caught. Alex was already gone. As was the grey girl. And Chimera was...digging? Check that. Alex and the grey girl were charging at the tank headlong. Well. Probably. Yojin couldn’t actually see much more than smoke. Of course. Well, he’d wanted a moment to think. The panic started to rise up, pressing up against Yojin’s tiredness again. He forced himself to take a breath. He was in cover. He needed to come up with a plan. The first step to coming up with a plan was identifying the problems they needed to solve. ...There were a lot of problems. That sort of thinking was far from helpful, though. Instead, Yojin took another breath. How would this look if it was a job? A mechanic’s checklist?
- They needed to avoid being shot by the enemy tank.
- They needed to protect the injured.
- They needed to get out of the camp.
- Their tank could not move.
- They needed to protect the injured.
- They needed to deal with the helicopters.
Yojin let out the breath he’d been holding, searing the list into his mind. He reached into his satchel, and pulled out his cigarettes, and tapped one out, lighting it up and taking a drag. For the first time since this had started, he felt focused. He wasn’t acting on instinct anymore. “Commander. Please let me fix your tank.” Yojin said, clicking on his radio again. He didn’t bother to wait for permission. If they wanted to stop him...that was a hell of a way to waste their time. “We cannot stay here until we are overwhelmed. Our best chance is to break out of the camp as soon as possible.” Yojin swallowed, looking over at the soldiers and Chimera before he continued. This was going to be more than he could handle alone. “You guys should get the injured on stretchers. I’m going to try to make us an armored personnel carrier. Chimera. Stop wasting your time with a shovel. I need someone strong.” Yojin stepped up to the side of the tank, the one with the broken tread. If it had been an monster before, it was something else now--an injured dragon with a broken wing, pinned to the ground, but still incredibly dangerous. Resetting the tread would probably knock him out. But they didn’t need the tank long. In fact....they barely needed a whole tank. He dropped his satchel, the bag of tools heavily clunking against the ground. He could only work so fast. That was always the problem. If he rushed, people could die. Every mechanic learned to engrave that phrase in their brain from the moment they touched a tool. So he breathed. And found the seams, and the screws. He wanted to have the most effect with the least effort. Yojin felt sweat break out on his forehead as he started to use his quirk. Bolts, rivets, and nuts groaned on the side of the tank, then, one after another, popped free. He felt each one like he was holding it in his hands, felt his muscles suddenly ache and stomach rumble from the effort. The armor plating that shielded the broken track lurched, popping free an inch or two. It was already damaged from the previous hit--without the bolts to hold it free, Yojin was able to work it free. Barely. It crashed to the ground, more tons of metal than he wanted to think about. Maybe they could use that later. He bent down, opening his satchel, pulling probably the most dangerous thing he carried on a regular basis. A little foot-long oxygen cutting torch, and a matching canister of oxygen. It was the sort of thing that you could buy online, but...when it came to shop equipment, it was the sort of thing he hadn’t been allowed to touch for a long time. He snapped it together, then put on safety glasses and leather gloves from the bag as well, leaving the cigarette dangling from his mouth, and started to cut at the track. He didn’t need to get entirely through--the point was weakening the metal so the tank’s own force, coupled with his quirk, could break it free. As he worked, he clicked back on the radio, hoping Chimera was close enough to hear as well. He needed everyone on board for this. “...So...You’ll be able to drive after this. But don’t go anywhere yet. I’m not done. I’m going to take off all the armor except for the top, front, and rear, and make a space for the injured. Trade protection for speed.” He said. He hadn’t had long to think this through at all...and again, he’d never worked with tanks before. But it seemed sound. In theory. “We get everyone on-board, maybe even put up some of the armor I cut off as protection again. Point our nose toward the edge of the camp, and don’t step off the throttle. One hitch--Helicopters. Can any of our guns point up?” |
|
513 Posts
1312 EP
EXP
Total
"best worst staff member"
shaggy-Rank Quirk:
|
Post by Darren Blanco II on Oct 16, 2018 23:30:13 GMT -4
Hisao smiled when goat boy scolded his friend, memories of high school passing in front of his head. More memories were brought to mind when he saw Yojin light one up. But still, it was a rather dangerous thing he was about to propose the kids do, and he knew full well the consequences it could have on an adult mind. He did not like this one bit, involving these kids, but he had no other choice. Their best bet was action to get out of there alive, and there wasn’t much they could do with their unit in disarray. An army is only as strong as its organization, the commander used to say. And, deep down, Hisao was afraid. Who knew if he would still be alive without those kids. Yet two of them readily volunteered for the task, and if they had second thoughts, they hid them well. “Moto and Greyhound,” he said with a smile. “Those are your TAC names. It’s not a real thing for grunts like us, but we’ll call you that because I don’t even know your names, and there’s no time for that anyway.” He gave them each a radio. Alex suddenly asked for two smoke grenades, and he presented a plan of his own. It was sound enough, if risky, but Greyhound mentioned a speed boost which just might make it possible, and he had seen what Moto could do with his strange shadows. “God damn. You really are one crazy fucking kid. Get rid of that stupid motorcycle helmet and take this,” he said while unfastening the straps of his own helmet, which was of a much more bulletproof kind. “And you’re not doing this alone.” He tweaked on his radio for a few moments, called out a few names, a few insults as well, and a couple minutes later, a group of five soldiers emerged from the side of a tent. Hisao confirmed they were friends, but there was still a sort of tension as they approached, until they got close enough that they could confirm their respective identities. Every soldier looked the same from afar. “Sarge!” exclaimed the other two soldiers, who had kept mostly silent, trying their best not to shit their pants. It was a cry of relief, for while Sergeant Major Yamatori Masao had a well-earned reputation as a hard-ass, he also had an equally well-earned reputation for being an excellent human being under fire, which was exactly what they needed. “Fucking hell, we heard that blast from over here,” spat the sergeant. “They got our fucking tank?! I don’t believe it! We’ll never make it out of this shit alive. Out of all the fuck-ups from above, this has to be the worst fucking one. That’s gonna go great in the bloody newspapers, and every fucking one at the bar will break my balls for the rest of my goddamn life asking me about this fucking day. Anyway, how the fuck you been, Hisao-chan?” He pushed down the soldier’s head, who had seemed so competent and courageous so far, and he made him look like a first-day boot suckling on his mother’s teat. Poor Hisao. “Why the fuck does that kid with the scar has your helmet? And who are these damn kids in the first place? There’s a fucking goat walking on two legs over there, weird fucking shadows clutching my grenades, and look, this one don’t even have no colors. Are they from the fucking hero school? Hey kids, are you from the fucking hero school?” asked Sergeant Yamatori while staring at Alex, and then at Risaka in the face, the eyes of an animal scrutinizing them. Hisao was made to explain Alex’s plan while he dug the trench alongside Chimera and a couple other soldiers, and it made the sergeant laugh extremely loud and slam his hand on Alex’s back with forceful bienveillance. “HAHAHA! That kid really is fucking crazy! That’s a bold fucking idea. These autoloaders are complex as shit, they won’t be repairing this so quick. Okay, Takeshi, Yoshida, Nobu, Souma, let’s fucking move. I hear you talk shit about rifle support, boy,” he said rattling his machine gun, the bullets swaying on the belt as he hooked his other arm around Alex’s neck, “this is a not a rifle, this is a belt-fed big mama and you’re gonna be glad to have it on your side right about soon, I promise you that.” He walked up to Risaka as well, scrutinizing her again. “You don’t look like much. What do you do? And why the fuck are you grey?” He wouldn’t give much thought to what the students would answer anyway. “Alright, enough bullshit, we’re about to dive head-first in it anyway. Let’s go.” --- While all this was taking place, Yojin had begun working on the tank, shielded from the view of the others on this side. Even before he was finished calling out to the crew inside, a couple of hatches opened and two soldiers poured out of the cramped tank. Their badges and insigna indicated Toma, the radio operator, and Miki, the driver and one of the rare women in the JSDF. They each came with their own box of tools. “What, kid?” spat out the crop-haired Miki. “You think we rely on kids like you for field repairs?” Touma was a little more accessible. “Hey, I’m Toma. Nice to meet ya, kid. And by the way,” he shot a glance at the tank commander, manning the main machine gun turret while his gunner carried his daughter inside the tank through the side hatch. “This guy ain’t ever gonna say it, but you basically made an ally for life. Well-played.” He and Miki watched, impressed, as he pulled out the bolts of the side skirt telekinetically, as if by magic. “Damn,” was forced to admit Miki. “Impressive,” recognized Touma. They quickly got to work on the track, bringing out their own portable torches, much similar to the one Yojin had. Sometimes, the simple stuff worked best. The kid exposed his plan. “Your idea is not infeasible, but there ain’t much space inside a tank to cram in people. I think we can only fit Sachiko and a couple more kids in here, no more.” “Nah, he’s on to something,” countered Miki. “The infantry holds. We rearrange the plating so they reach around those, and we carry people on the outside. It won’t be perfect protection, but it’ll be good enough if we fuck right outta here. There’s spare plates in that tent over here, and with this quirk juju, I bet we can do it quick enough. Can we, kid?” --- In the meantime the bad company encountered its first obstacle on their merry (and hurried) way to fuck up a tank. Of course, the anti quirkers weren’t gonna leave it to lick its wounds alone, and a patrol of five soldiers chanced upon them around a tent. Everyone was surprised; they had chanced upon each other meter meters away. Yamaguchi was the first to react, firing his machine gun from the hip and piercing a few bloody holes through the closest soldier’s CIRAS. |
|
229 Posts
4 EP
EXP
Total
16 Years
M
"Fix"
Student-Rank Quirk:
|
Post by Hino Yojin on Oct 18, 2018 22:10:30 GMT -4
Yojin never would have described his work as “soothing.” Mechanical repair was hot, messy, back-breaking, occasionally painful work. Hell, if anyone had asked him how he felt about it right now, he’d have told them he was fucking miserable. Sparks kept flying up from the torch onto his cheeks, not hot enough to leave marks, but each one stung like a biting wasp. He could feel sweat beading under his goggles, tickling on his forehead and making it itch and stick to his skin. He had to bend his wrist at a weird angle, too, and his back muscles were starting to scream in pain from the prolonged strain.
He’d be lying though.
Sure, it absolutely bit, and Yojin wanted nothing more than to get back to his dorm, and lie under a hot shower forever.
But the tightness in his chest had faded. His mind had stopped chasing itself in circles, panic replaced by a plan. If he died here, it was going to be on his terms--because he’d fucked up. It was terrifying. But it was better than being helpless.
Yojin shrugged at Miki, barely paying attention at to her abuse. She wasn’t wrong. He’d have liked to thank the crewman who defended him, but he was too focused on work. It was hard to think of words once he got started. He just kept working. If they wanted to stop him--
They’d started to help.
Huh. Well. Weren’t they a weird little pit crew.
He nodded with gratitude, finishing cutting the tread, then moving over to rear armor plates, unscrewing them one after another, and motioning for Chimera to take them. He wasn’t sure how to feel about having trained soldiers following his lead, but...it was a plan only possible because of his quirk.
“Thanks. That’s what I was getting at.” He muttered to the crew, taking a step back, and looking at the work so far.
The back carriage of the tank--all around the engine, gear supplies, and crew compartment had been stripped open, mechanical skeleton open to the air, like a car with the molding torn off. It was ugly as hell, and dangerous both to the tank itself, and the anyone who touched it.
Fixing that was next.
“Okay. So. First, we get display tables...lay them across the engine, and bolt ‘em on place on the webbing anchor points. Then...I don’t know, canvas or blankets. Part of a tent, like a hammock.”
He took a breath, starting to move again while he worked. Standing still felt wrong. They didn’t need his quirk for this, but he did a lot of his work without it anyway.
“Chimera--when you’re done with that, I need your help. I don’t have a vice. We need to bend four metal pipes into an L shape. Um. Table legs would work. Tent poles too. We bolt *those* on the old armor anchors, and then just...lean the armor plates on top. A triangle, so the weight keeps it in place. It would stop bullets. Then….I guess you and I ride in the back? Cover our…”
Yojin trailed off. They were probably going to be building the back of the tank high enough up that if the turret rotated that far, it might break everything they made. They did need someone in the back with a weapon to cover it. And why hadn't they heard from Alex and the greyscale girl yet?
“We need someone in the back with a weapon. And the other tank gone before we roll out. Still stuck on what to do if a helicopter comes after us as well.”
|
|
322 Posts
1 EP
EXP
Total
16 Years
Male
"Instinct"
Student-Rank Quirk:
|
Post by Chimera on Oct 18, 2018 23:05:58 GMT -4
637 WC Extended move action! | Manual labor wasn't much better than the tech work, all things considered. Having only dug about a foot deep trench, Chimera's ears perked up at the sound of his name and moved almost mechanically to Yojin's side. It actually took him a while whilst taking the armor off the tank to realize the bastard was smoking a cigarette. Somehow, Chimera managed a grimace. The scent of the smoke made his stomach churn, and while he'd already suspected his roommate smoked...come on. Really? In the middle of damn war zone?
Well when else is a good time, genius?
We're gonna die anyway.
"You just have to make this slightly more unpleasant for me, don't you? Those things are bad for you. And smell horrible. And I have the dog nose here." He grumbled as two more soldiers helped to make the process faster, though Chimera wasn't paying attention to what he was doing aside from lifting the heavy stuff. When there didn't seem to be anything else to do he knelt next to Yojin and the repair team. Alex and Risaka were already gone. No. No, no no no, he didn't want to think about that right now. Focus on this stuff for now. They needed some pipes bent--he could do that, no problem--and some tables to use as...what, cots? This wasn't a bad idea, coming from the person who had stuck a saw to a roomba and considered it his "beloved pet".
But they needed more plating than they had. Chimera swallowed. Alex or Risaka were probable the only others strong enough to carry large sheets of metal like that. Them and...himself. They were off charging suicidally at the enemy tank. So then the only person who could get them and carry out this insane plan to protect people and keep themselves and those helping them alive was him. Yep. This was happening. Time to run out into bullet hell.
...
Chimera's claws dug into the ground, a tremble starting up from his hands to his shoulders and down his spine, tears that hadn't really left his eyes threatening to fall again. But this was something he could do! Something to help others that didn't involve him blowing anyone up or shooting anybody. Something way more useful than digging a stupid hole and hoping everything would be settled by other people. He was supposed to be a hero, too.
So why? Why wasn't he running right into it like Alex or Risaka?
Was he a coward? He'd joined this damn school to be a hero.
...why did being a hero mean "getting shot at" in this context.
Lifting his head, though his shoulder still shook, he managed to force a sharp, terrified grin and actually speak. "I can carry those plates. I'm strong enough. And I can grab the tent poles. Just. I'm not bullet-proof. Though, uh, I have the vest. So. Please. Shout if somebody's trying to snipe me, and...I'll be back before you know it." Chimera pushed himself up to full height, thankful that the tank still provided plenty of cover despite that, and looked across to where Miki had pointed. From here he couldn't see inside it at all. There could be a soldier just waiting to pop out and fill him full of lead.
Or somebody bleeding out on the floor in need of medical attention.
Both were not great possibilities.
But at least now he was expecting it.
Chimera drew in a deep breath, released it, and took off at a dead bolt towards the tent without daring to look back. So long as he could expect something bad, something bloody, something dangerous...maybe it would help. Maybe.
All the mental prep in the world can't stop bullets.
I really need to stop thinking right now. |
|
|
|
|
Post by Deleted on Oct 18, 2018 23:46:33 GMT -4
The scene that unfolded before the delinquent was surreal, but he held still as requested. The soldier seemed to accept his plan, but wanted more people in on it. He was more than willing to undertake the distraction part of the mission himself, but wasn’t arrogant enough to continue when others offered their assistance in the matter. If they wanted to help, they were more than willing to. They still needed to locate the tank, after all, and there was the possibility of enemy soldiers being in the area as well. If he ran into a group of them and didn’t get the drop on him… well, he was likely a dead man. The delinquent didn’t protest at the swapping of helmets, conceding the point that the Kevlar helmet was likely much better than the un-modified helmet that he was wearing. It was the one piece of gear that he didn’t have the skill to even jury rig a modification to, so it was essentially just a normal if nicer carbon fiber motorcycle helmet. It might be able to stop a bullet, key word on might, but he didn’t trust it to.
The first soldier barked out some requests and insults through the radio, and before long an entire fire team of friendlies showed up. This was good, and this was enough people to turn a suicide mission into… well, still a suicide mission but the chances of someone surviving just went up by a decent margin. When the new group appeared, obviously led by an older man that had way more stripes than anyone else in the area the American let their ally do the talking until he was specifically addressed. When he was asked if he was part of the hero school, the boy just gestured briefly to Yojin and Chimera wearing the armor that he had collected before saying in a completely deadpan voice: ”Yeah, and I’ve already taken some trophies from the other side.”
He wasn’t going to be treated like a goddamned child when he had already proven that he could not only defeat but completely stomp two soldiers at the same time to the point where he stole their armor, disabled their primary weapons, and launched their secondary weapons across the battlefield. When the Sergeant Major clapped him on the back, the delinquent looked at the older man with a cocky grin and fire lighting up his red gaze. ”As long as you can use that good enough to not slow us down, I guess you can come along.” the boy responded, answering a boast from the soldier with one of his own. In a different life, he would have fit right in a military environment. In a different life, he might have even excelled working alongside men like this and going to war so the civilian population didn’t have to. In this one, though, quirkers were banned from serving and he was a foreigner besides. His path would be different than these men, but they shared one thing in common that made the delinquent respect them enough to at least listen to them: Every single one of them jumped up when the call for a suicide mission came out, and did not weasel their way out of doing what needed to be done. They did not flinch away from responsibility or danger, they simply said what they needed to in order to hype themselves up and went for it and started their heroic charge up to the area with the tents, simply hoping that the tank had stayed in the area while they dawdled around chatting up a storm. The initial movement was simple, easy, and was just covering ground in an efficient manner… but that didn’t last.
Of course they couldn’t just make it to the tank without running into enemy soldiers first. That would be too easy, too simple, and too logical for today’s events. Quickly reacting to danger, though, was one of the delinquent’s strong suits. The Sergeant Major was the first to fire an attack, but the American was gathering his shadows in that instant and ripping them from where the enemy soldiers stood. The first shots rang out from the machine gun firing, but during that time the delinquent was doing the same exact trick he had done before. He used his quirk to plug up the barrels of every soldier he could visually see.
”Got the rifles.” he would state calmly, his voice most likely to be drowned out almost completely by the sounds of bullets firing and barrels exploding. After the pause in order to set up his quirk, the delinquent walked forward in a manner that seemed completely detached from the situation. He knew that the enemy could not fire on him, at least the visible enemy, so he walked forward with the confidence of someone who knew he could not be hurt. He fully expected the goons in front of him to be gunned down before he got there physically by the rest of the group, so red eyes focused not on the slaughter but on identifying new enemies to either plug up their barrels as well or throw a tendril out to physically fight for control of the rifle in order to make aiming impossible. Hard to make a precision shot when a shadow hand with all the force of a real one was trying to yank your weapon away from you.
The outward calmness, for any outside observer who didn’t know his quirk, would seem very much like complete and utter insanity. The tendrils he might use to wrest control of the rifle from others might be obvious, sure, but the barrel plugging was anything but and for good reason. If it was obvious, the enemy would not try and fire and fuck up their own weapons. For any enemies he encountered first, though, he would use tendrils to try and wrest control of the rifle if he managed to get in the first strike. If he was in the lead and being the tip of the spear at this point, so be it. If someone else wanted to take that position from him by going ahead of him intentionally, though, he would not fight it. He just moved forward to take the lead because that was natural to him and he felt like he could react more quickly than anyone else with his shadows already at the ready.
|
|
266 Posts
0 EP
EXP
Total
19 Years
Female
"Miss Gray"
Student-Rank Quirk:
U.A Third Year
Played by:
|
Post by Risaka Reinacht on Oct 20, 2018 21:00:11 GMT -4
Who's this old man thinking he is? Oh boy did he remind of her alot of that one Colonel she met few weeks ago, an old crud man with too much pride for his own sorry self and too much distaste towards quirk users, however he wasn't like the ones trying to shoot her. But when she first saw him with his bold attitude and even bolder words she couldn't help to give a very cautious stand. She didn't want him to get too close nor listen to him, although in a situation like this and him being close to the pro quirk soldiers she just had to go along. She saw potential greater chances of survival with more on their side afterall, so in this case, 'less is more' certainly can go to the trash bin. He was very upfront and didn't seem to keen on letting young students like her going around, but yet he was amused by Alex's idea and she could somewhat relate to that, it was a risky plan and all, not really her style.
But to follow up with Alex was her best option, even with her own judgement it was hard to tell the right procedure of this situation, she was still just a student, but yet expected to save people in need. But what good will she be if she die in the process of saving a man in need? First off she had to save herself and secure an escape when needed. She held on both grenades, she knew these two would turn the tide of battle to their favor, holding them extra tight she depended her life them. But then they were just about to take off, a patrol of five soldiers noticed them. It escalated fast, so fast that Risaka had to duck down almost at an instinctive level as the gunfire began. Obviously Anti-Quirk soldiers already began to patrol around the place, how shitty of a military force to turn into a 50/50 inside war. Something tells her that this is army won't be much more of after this event, specially when civilians are involved and possibly killed in cold blood.
Just as she was about to use the bright green grass below her to use for speed enhancement Alex took a brave stand before the armed men, his shadow tearing abilities came into real handy, to use them to prevent any fatal shots was already an important factor to this fight. But he kept forward, walking so casually, so confident that it mad her a bit sick, grossed out by his behaviour in such a intense moment. Was he doing what he did earlier? Destroying the firearms just to show off? What an absolute asshat of a student! Stop messing around you dumb brunette! All of these thoughts in her head made her grit her teeth unbelievable annoyed, raising her up from the crouched position. ''Just what the hell are you doing?! This is not a walk in the park!'' Exclaiming her worries out to Alex she didn't wanna stay down anymore, she couldn't believe he was willing to go that far. With a clenched fist smacked down to the ground she swiftly absorbed as much bright green colour from the healthy grass. Maybe the soldiers noticed it, or not, but it would be impossible for them to predict something as tame as colours to be a deadly weapon. All the bright green colour gave her was the speed of a blitzing striker. When both of her feet was firmly planted against the ground, she dashed right forward with such speed that she got infront of the soldier to the far left in a matter of one or two seconds. How the soldier reacted to her speed was not within her interest and quite honestly something very insignificant. The motion of her fist travelling up to the inprotected face of his was enough to shut whatever kind of grimace he was making. Sure it wasn't the strenght she usually could pull out with her quirk, but with speed in her legs it was enough to catch him off guard and get a hold on to his body. The fist planted against him allowed her to absorb from him, gaining all of the dark murky colours of his gear and army pattern gave her arm and parts of her upperbody durability enhancement. With this in mind she was going to actively use her durable parts for any incoming attacks.
Tags: @
Wordcount: 752 |
|
513 Posts
1312 EP
EXP
Total
"best worst staff member"
shaggy-Rank Quirk:
|
Post by Darren Blanco II on Oct 26, 2018 18:43:11 GMT -4
The soldier’s body twitched and convulsed in a morbid dance to the dull rhythm of the low-pitched thud-thud-thud from the sergeant’s machine gun. Every new impact stole more of his life blood. Soon -- in less than a couple of seconds -- he had no more to give and crumbled down to bleed out at his comrades’ feet. Death happened mere meters from the students. They were green, both literally in Risaka’s case and figuratively for the both of them. It was likely to be the first time they witnessed death, and they witnessed it in one of its more gruesome forms.
Long gone were the piques and boasts Alex and the sergeant exchanged just a minute ago. Time seemed to stretch and go on forever, every second a minute, every minute an eternity, as adrenaline flooded the brain of the combattants instantly. The fight or flight response, they called it. And right now, everyone was fighting.
Alex walked up casually, as if his makeshift armor and newfound helmet rendered him immune to bullets. To his credit, his trick of clogging up the barrels with his quirk was a good idea; however, clogging five of those at once was quite a task, and before Alex could be done, three of the soldiers were able to fire a burst from each of their guns. The ones on their side fired back as well, but this would be the only volley they’d exchange.
Barrels exploded as bullets found their targets. Alex, the foremost of them, would get hit twice on the left arm. Another shot ricocheted off the side of his ribs, deflected by his armor, but the first two pierced through the plates and lodged themselves in the shoulder and in the bicep of the apprentice hero. Their velocity had been reduced a tad, but they were still bullets.
Risaka had the presence of mind to duck, and save for a bullet whizzing by the side of her head, was fine. She broke into a run was was unto the soldiers immediately. With her close proximity, neither of the soldiers -- good or bad -- could really use their weapons anymore, or risk friendly fire.
The sergeant and the others still had their rifles drawn and pointed as the counter to Risakas attack came. The soldier she had punched grunted, recoiled and pointed his own rifle at her, or at least tried to. Alex's shadows wrestled the gun from him, preventing him from taking an accurate shot, and when he pressed the trigger anyway in the struggle, his barrel exploded.
However, he wasn’t deterred. He pulled out a knife and charged the girl with a slash aimed at her throat. And to Risaka’s left, the two closest anti-quirk soldiers imitated him and discarded their firearms in favor of their knives before charging her as well, slicing at the midsection and legs. While all this was happening, Yamaguchi shouted for the soldiers to throw down their weapons and Souma, a tall a broad-shouldered man, attempted to pull Alex away from the danger and see to his wounds.
---
A goat-man clad in a mismatched bulletproof vest entered a tent, not fifty meters from where Alex, Risaka and the others were fighting. He was bound to hear the gunshots through the fabric walls, but first, he had something else to preoccupy himself with.
The goat man came to the tent on a quest for armor plates, and those he found aplenty. What he also found out was that the enemy required some of those too, so they had sent one of their guys as well. Small, lanky and equipped only with a pistol to go with his vest, he was clearly not the most experienced soldier of his platoon, which is a nice way to say he was the worst. And when he saw Chimera enter through the tent opening, he freaked out. He emptied his gun, or at least tried to: it jammed on the fourth round.
Every single shot was on target, which was quite impressive given the conditions in which the shooting had been done. Unfortunately, that target had been the goat boy’s chest, and the goat boy’s chest was currently protected by an armor vest. Every single shot had penetrated for a millimeter at most before the kevlar plating stopped them.
It took the runt soldier a second to realize it, but with a war cry that sounded more like a shriek of utter terror, he pulled out a knife and slashed wildly at Chimera. Clearly, he was a lot better with a gun. More gunshots resounded from afar, the direction of the tank this time.
---
Back around the tank, a makeshift pit crew was busying itself with the removal of armor plates. Soon the chassis laid bare, revealing the huge 10 cylinder diesel engine. Once the project would be completed, it would have some protection, but it was indeed very dangerous to drive it across a warzone in this state. A stray bullet could cause a malfunction and leave a tank full of refugee stranded in the middle of the line of fire.
Thankfully, Yojin and the tank crew designated repairmen -- Miki really disliked the fact this was the official term -- were on the case. Toma collected the tables and chairs while Miki finished repairing the tread. In case of another engagement, it would now be able to move, which was a good thing with one of its weak points currently laying bare.
A good time would be now. “Incoming!” shouted Hisao. From his little trench, dug in great parts thanks to Chimera’s claws, he and his little fireteam spotted an enemy formation on the move, attempting the same exact strategy on them. Grenade down the hatch while the tank was done. The tank commander immediately started yelling orders. Sachiko, now safe inside the tank, asked if the blonde guy was okay, but Daddy couldn’t answer just yet. Daddy was busy shooting at the bad guys.
The tank in question started to pivot so its front plating would face the soldiers at an angle; it was so that its body would still offer protection for the mechanics, a protection to which Miki and Toma immediately rushed for. The radio operator, panting, asked Yojin: “Got any other bright ideas, kid? We can’t work while they’re shooting each other up.” |
|
322 Posts
1 EP
EXP
Total
16 Years
Male
"Instinct"
Student-Rank Quirk:
|
Post by Chimera on Oct 26, 2018 19:05:53 GMT -4
404 WC well at least I'm alive! | Chimera sometimes hated being right. Not two steps into the tent did he catch sight of a soldier entering in through the other side and he froze in place like a goddamn idiot. He had been prepared for somebody to be in here. He had not, unfortunately, been prepared for that person to have a worse trigger finger than Alex's own. One - two - three shots went off and unlike in the movies, he felt the impact before he heard the gun go off, rather than at the same time.
And oh. Oh oh oh god.
Getting shot fucking hurt.
A bleat of pain died before it could leave his lungs as he felt an impact strong as getting hit in the gut with a mallet happened a grand total of three times. He heard something between gunshots crack under the vest--and worse he felt it too. Something broke. A bone somewhere on the left side of his chest. And he could already feel the bruises starting to grow under his fur. Tears blurred his vision as he fell backwards against one of the tent poles near the entry, only able to keep on his feet by clinging to it for dear life. He'd been shot. Oh God he'd been shot. Something was broken and he couldn't breathe.
And through his blurry vision and ringing ears, he saw the guy was now coming at him with a knife. Chimera clenched his teeth together, lips pulled back in a snarl that bared his canines, and with as much strength as his body could manage in this condition he kicked at the soldier's incoming swing.
Get up or you die get up or you die get up or you die.
With hopefully enough time from his counter Chimera himself back to his feet, ribs and lungs and everything in his torso screaming in protest, and charged at the soldier, trying to slam him right into the armor platting scattered around the room. It was hard enough to stop bullets, so it had to be hard enough to knock this guy out. Right? It had to be. Otherwise he was dead. Or...he would have to do something more than just throwing his weight around. Something bad.
He had a knife, and Chimera had teeth. If he really had to then...
No I can't I can't do that I can't make him bleed I can't I can't-- |
|
|
|
|
Post by Deleted on Oct 26, 2018 19:50:59 GMT -4
Bullshit.
One lucky shot, okay, but two? There was no way, he must have fucked up in making the armor somehow. The plates he installed in his armor should be equal to or better than the ones the military has, and the military ones don’t get fucked by a single stray round – that would defeat the entire purpose of having anti-rifle plates. Was it a manufacturer’s defect? Was the material just created wrong? Did he make a mistake putting them in? He had just researched where the military and police put in their plates and copied them wholesale when he jury rigged the armor, fuck.
The three impacts of the bullets immediately knocked the delinquent on his ass, but at that exact moment when the pain flooded through his body and he saw his own blood splash in the air and across the side of his face… something in him just completely snapped. He was holding back before, plugging rifle barrels instead of slashing throats open, but it was funny how one’s perspective on violence changed when blood was running down an arm that you suddenly had zero feeling in. If his luck was bad enough that either his plates were bypassed by a lucky shot or if there really was a defect in the construction of them, he was going to die. If the armor he had spent so much effort creating and that he was relying on to cause him to not die was just completely useless, he was dead. That was a fact, and once that fact was accepted he stopped caring.
A visible exhale of air went out of the boy’s mouth as he ripped as much shadow as he possibly could as quickly as he could as he scanned the battleground for enemies. The delinquent made absolutely no effort to get up, because he knew damn well that he wasn’t strong enough to force himself back up to a standing position with just one arm whole he was still physically feeling weird from the sensation and disorientation of being shot so many times at once – and fully aware that the current pain in his ribs was nothing compared to the pain he would feel once he could feel his arm again. Though, it was hanging completely limp on his side so there was no small possibility it was just crippled permanently. That would be his luck indeed, completely useless armor as well as a completely useless arm to add to the pile.
The moral limitation was gone. When the enemy’s shadow was manipulated, it was formed into a singular spear point and rammed without much real regard for precision in the general direction of the back of their heads and necks. He would do his absolute best to get the spear tip and solid bit behind that tip completely out the other side of the enemy, because he had already accepted at this point he was going to die. If the shadow was in front of them, he would attempt to pierce both of their eyes and use the momentum to burrow down as far into their skull cavity as possible in order to both ensure they couldn’t see to strike back and to make sure they didn’t randomly pull the trigger in panic for too long.
There was no hint of mercy anymore, and no hint of being constrained at all by ethics of morality. Hitting the eyes preventing them from fighting back, and smashing the back of their head of the base of their spine would fuck up their ability to make their limbs function so that worked out just fine too. He would either become ruthless like he did, or something else would go wrong that should have kept him safe and he would die. The confidence the delinquent had in his creation going into this was immense, so immense that he was one hundred percent confident that nothing except for the machine gun of that tank would be able to reliably penetrate the armor that he spent so many hours getting just right.
It wouldn’t stop a tank shell or a bigger machine gun, but it should’ve been able to stop their rifles and their pistols. It should have been able to at least stop it from penetrating his skin overly much, but a quick glance downward showed that a big enough portion of each individual bullet was jammed into his muscle fibers that they didn’t just fall out. They would have to be manually removed, and quite frankly the American didn’t have time for that right now. If he did do it and was shot again, the plate would likely malfunction somehow again and he would just bleed to death. If he did nothing to the wound and just killed as many of the enemy as possible as he could, he would likely just bleed to death. The second option would at least exhaust him enough so that he could take a goddamned nap after exhausting himself, so he at least wasn’t awake when it happened. Alex would escape the feeling of having life slip away bit by bit at least, because there was no way in hell he was going to make it to the hospital in time. It was very likely it scraped into his bones or tendons, and if that was the case and bone fragments were running through his inside right now…
Fucking bullshit.
This wasn’t how this was supposed to go. The worst part about this was that he didn’t even think he made any errors. He was lucky enough to have brought his armor along, which by every indication he could have received prior to testing it against bullets should have fared much better than it did. He was lucky enough to find allies and not be forced to undertake this sort of thing alone. He was lucky enough to find other quirkers that he could rely on as long as he was out front. But then it all fucking ended because of two simultaneous, lucky shots. He was going to burn out his energy reserves, pass out, and die. There was no other outcome for this ordeal, and that really was the fact right now.
One thing was for certain, though.
Alexander Deraine was not someone who would go gently. If he was going to die anyway, there was no point in holding back one bit of energy due to concerns about it fucking up his body. He was bleeding out regardless, so he would unleash the full power of his quirk until that bleed out finished. It really was as simple as that.
|
|
266 Posts
0 EP
EXP
Total
19 Years
Female
"Miss Gray"
Student-Rank Quirk:
U.A Third Year
Played by:
|
Post by Risaka Reinacht on Oct 26, 2018 20:48:10 GMT -4
Even more bullets going off, so close to her, so loud that it makes her eardrums almost burst. Those rifles are no joke, she was however familiar to the recoil strenght of them and the overall brutal results they could give. Risaka was once in a shooting ground and fired at flying frisbees, it was only one time so comparing her experience was probably zero to the soldiers. But one thing she knew for a fact and that is firearms are very loose, like incredibly loose. One misfire and it can backfire twice as much back at you. On how to handle a rifle like those would require alot of respect to it's functions, that is why she got up so close to them, she wanted to make them fear to use their tools. If anything it was easier for her to predict shots when she was right infront of them, being able to watch the soldier take aim go was enough time for her to use her hands to hinder his objective. That was her initial plan, because quite honestly, these soldiers was probably just as loose as the rifles, but surprisingly they took out their knives.
She fully welcomed their attempt, but then again, it was one versus three. She had a good fighting technique on how to stop an incoming attack, but three at once was out of question. She didn't even expect the guy she struck right into his face would retaliate, she was so used to having strenght enhanced limbs when fighting, but it was hard to obtain enough colour from the current circumstances, so for her to fight she couldn't rely on her strenght alone, but outsmarting those brainless buffoons. While they have their respective methods and procedures in fighting they were awfully predictable. Her eyes sharpened extra deep at the three incoming attacks. Where was Alex? Also, why did his technique fail this time around? She saw him doing it earlier so why is he so incompetent at this very moment? She didn't have time to look behind her, nor did she notice he was gunned down at his arm. But if he or the Pro-Quirk soldiers couldn't take out these guys then so will she.
Her left side of her upperbody was plenty of the Anti-Quirk she just punched, it gave her a solid endurance boost in which she could use to block the incoming knives, such knives like thos was in no way of hell able to cut density equal to stone. But even if she blocked all three, which was already a very unlikely result, how would she proceed from then, try to grab more colours? No, there was simply just way too many openings, she wasn't perfect at fighting, it was like fighting against a large bulked man with 6 arms, and not trying to get struck once was unrealistic. Time was seemingly going slow when seeing the three soldiers coming at her with their war faces and shiny knives, clenching her coloured fist with all of her might she channeled every single drop of colour inside on her, a move she developed herself from a very young age that was rarely needed for any kind of scenario, but this one? This one was perfect.
All three of them was infront of her, it was a clear shot, if she could buy time and even potentially make them unarmed in the process it would reignite the hope she used to have. She reached her arm out into an motion of swinging from the left side, once her limb was direct at the guy in the middle of the three she released all the tension in her coloured arm with a sudden burst. The burst itself, made all the colour she had to thrust out everywhere in a single shockwave. The force behind the wave was strong enough to break wood, such wave was big enough to push all three infront of her as far as five whole meters, which included her being sprung backwards. Her arm was extremely numb, and her sleepy backdraw kicked in hard at her when she fell backwards, but stopping at the last moment she caught herself with one foot planted hard against the grass. Her expression, was all anger and determination shining from her yellow shaded pair of eyes, giving the three flying soldiers a nasty last stare. ''Taste the ground while you're at it, trashbags...'' and it didn't take long until she fixed her attention towards Alex, she was on the ground, not getting up with an intensely bleeding arm, but oh how she completely ignored that fact. Gritting her teeth was ujable to comprehend why Alex, out of all people, made her so angry, with such anger always came with an even angrier comment, for better or worse. ''Alex... you fucking idiot... Get.The.FUCK.UP!''
Tags: @
Wordcount: 811 |
|
229 Posts
4 EP
EXP
Total
16 Years
M
"Fix"
Student-Rank Quirk:
|
Post by Hino Yojin on Oct 28, 2018 15:36:05 GMT -4
Yojin was, as a matter of fact, utterly out of ideas, bright or otherwise. He was a mechanic, dammit. Why were soldiers asking him how to deal with men with guns? Did they think he was a hero?
He wasn’t even a hero student.
Panic started to rise in his chest again. This hadn’t been part of his plan. He’d expected helicopters, maybe, or the other tank, but not to have to deal with a fireteam. Couldn’t their guys just shoot them? That was what soldiers did. Maybe Chimera would know--
He looked around to ask Chimera for advice before he remembered that Chimera was grabbing more armor from the tents behind them.
Fuck.
“I don’t know. Maybe if you can cover me I can...keep working? But we need Chimera to get back before I can finish.” He mumbled, trying to talk as clearly as possible. His breath was tight. It was hard to talk.
Yojin took a step through the engine, his stomach churning.
From somewhere behind him, he heard a sudden crack of gunfire. Close.
He flinched, not even fast enough on his feet to throw himself on the ground. Just flinched as if someone had thrown a rock at him or something.
It didn’t feel like he’d been hit, though. Yojin panted, his heart racing, and looked around. The tank crew looked find. As did of the civilians.
None of the enemy fire team had started shooting yet.
Then where had it--
Behind him.
The tents.
Chimera.
Yojin felt his stomach flip. His knees suddenly gave out under him, and he lurched forward, and vomited.
He wasn’t sure how long it took before he could actually stand. It felt like minutes, but it probably wasn’t more than a couple seconds. His throat was burning, and there were tears in his eyes. His head felt fuzzy. Thinking was hard right now.
Yojin looked back at the soldiers, wiping his face on the sleeve of the military coat he was still wearing. His voice was a ragged croak, barely more than a whisper. They couldn't fix the tank if the enemy squad closed in. Which meant they had to deal with them first. So he had one idea.
“...Can I borrow someone’s pistol?” He held out his hand. It was shaking. “Just in case.”
WC: 361
|
|
