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Post by Arthur "Reddarcc" Hunter on Mar 22, 2019 15:27:44 GMT -4
Well, this was convenient. Reddarcc intended to build up momentum with his skates and then boost to his max speed, but it seemed Darren had a better idea. He'd grabbed Red by the arm, and by the time the skater had had time to go "Wait what the fu--" He'd already been launched down the bloody street at ludicrous speed. To any normal, sane individual, this may have been a cause for concern, perhaps a time for terror, but for Reddarcc, all he felt was a mix of excitement and joy to be able to hit this speed. He barely heard Darren yell about Directions and Recon, nor have time to see him jump up a few buildings like a jack rabbit, but this was mostly due to the wind blasting past his ears due to the speed and having to face forward to not become wall paint. Speaking of, He didnt have time to savour the feeling, cause there was a wall coming up fast and Red did not want to become some very morbid graffiti on his first day. Luckily, he didnt need to think about a direction, Cause Darren called out a bigass truck barreling its way down the road. He made a mental note to not bother with any bikes, unless the situation was dire....he'd just have to ask to borrow it and promise to bring it back if he had too
So Red got his skates to the ground, stocked up on his wind, and tricked OFF that wall to the left. He yelled back at Darren "Im on it mate, See ya there", while he grinded off of a street sign and started using his micro burst air blasts to manuveur to a rooftop, and keep tricking his way from roof to roof. It was his job to cut that bastard off for Darren, and he wasnt gonna waste any time doing so. Longer he took, The more points they potentually lost, and it'd be Reds fault...but he didnt plan on being Darrens Dead Weight. He was gonna work his ass off to prove he belonged here, goddammit. During his tricking he'd managed to get a couple Glimpses of the truck, And Darren for that matter, until he dropped down to the street. But it did not look good, Cause that truck was booking it down the street like its wife had just caught it in their garage with a convertible. Thank god Darren had chucked him, At his own speed he would not have made it, and he was barely gonna make it now. Once he got to the right turn he grabbed a lamp post, Spun around it, and boosted himself down the street with his quirk like his fuckin life depended on it.
Luckily, that gave him just enough time to get infront of the truck and be able to assess the situation....and it wasnt looking the best. He noted 4 things. First, due to the angle and how fast he'd boosted down the street, the trucks front window was now on a collision course with Reds face, with a warrent to turn him into road kill. Second, The skater girl was both A) Keeping the fuck up with this truck, and B) was carrying the fucking Viking ON HER BACK while doing that, easily too, it looked like. Goddamn, that was some impressive bullshit right there. Third, Darren seemed to be falling behind, he seemed further back than he was earlier, and had dropped down to street level. And Fourth, there was a flowerpot about to hit the ground in front of the Piggy Back Duo, which was probably Darrens doing. Red didnt exactly have time to weigh his options, so he just went with his instincts...which told him to do something real fuckin stupid.
"Im in front of the truck, ive got a plan to slow both the truck and those wankers down so you can catch up, just trust me" He told Darren down the communicator, and put it into motion. It wasnt a good plan, but it was better than becoming pizza sauce on a windshield. He'd spin his turbo as fast as he could, generating as much wind as possible, and then fire it from his left arm towards the skater with a viking backpack. Sure, it would be great if that worked on its own, but his aim was turning the flowerpot or its debris into makeshift projectiles, slowing the twats down so Darren could make up some ground. And now for the dumb part of his plan. He'd decided that, since this was probably the only time he'd be in front of the truck, due to its speed, that if he was gonna stop it, it was now or never....so he'd use what little wind he had left or been able to generate after that air blast, to drop kick his way into the trucks passenger seat, grab the driver and slam both their feet onto the brake instead of the accelerator, hopefully causing the truck to slow down and not just tip over and cause a shitload of damage. Hopefully Darren could handle a 2v1 for a couple minutes, cause this truck was hauling ass. Man, if this works its gonna be real hard for them to get away without either a mark or getting shot by the cops. He hoped.
OOC: Got Yeeted By Darren, Tricked along the rooftops til using a lamp post as a launch pad to get infront of the truck, attempted aiming a windblast at the skater girl, with the intention of turning the flowerpot or its debris into very sharp bullets to slow her down, and attempted a dropkick to get inside the drivers cabin of the truck to slam the brakes.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 30, 2019 5:42:15 GMT -4
Due to time constraints, Kelolon has dropped from this thread. Thus from now, I'll be running it alone. Gomenasai for the delays. Please address any issues to me henceforth~ WORD COUNT; TAGGED: TAGGED: Fluffy Jørgen was struggling ever so slightly with the idea of literally hanging on his teammate. The girl was much smaller than himself, so logically it'd drain her energy reserves to keep this up. It wasn't so much about being a gentleman, it was simply turning the situation into the best that they could possibly get it. So, without warning Rachel, Jørgen grabbed onto the side of the truck. When an obstacle in the form of a flower pot entered a dangerous area - especially since debris could clog the wheels of rollerblades pretty easily, Jørgen made a snap decision that Rachel would simply have to accept. Closing his legs around the torso of Rachel, he flung the both of them on top of the truck itself. Landing on top, the metallic outer rim of the truck where he had impacted seemed to bend inwards ever so slightly, as if something incredibly heavy had landed on top of the truck.
Of course it did, now that the enemy was this close, Jørgen was going to use his quirk, and his quirk was heavy by nature. A shimmering bronze metallic color seemed to slowly pour through his sweat glands, hardening as it came into contact with the air. It was essentially like sweating out plate-mail on the spot. With a violent jerk of his hand, the bronze tile flung directly at Darren, who was the only one he could currently make out. The truck was, afterall, still moving rapidly towards it's destination... Somewhere off in the distance, the sound of sirens could be heard. The police force of the exercise was on the way as well. Though, if Darren and Reddarc weren't able to stop the truck soon, it'd barrel straight down the shopping district. About five-hundred meters up ahead, the streets would be populated, and the truck would become a bowling ball tilting over pins. Jørgen was aiming for a strike. "Rachel, you go deal with--" Jørgen had started, but the girl had already gone. It seemed he needn't tell her what to do. They were thinking the same thing. He would be dealing with the threat behind them, as she dealt with the threat that attempted to get ahead. A smile spread across his lips. They made a surprisingly good team, and despite how emotionless and uncaring he often was, this was starting to become interesting.
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Julia was skating with Jørgen on her back, seriously struggling keeping up with the truck, despite her being one of the fastest students at her school. Skating this fast was exciting, yet also incredibly dangerous with a heavy boy on her back. A driving vehicle was, by no means, slow. Unaware of the incoming threat, she suddenly felt a tug onto her torso, before literally being flung through the air. Letting out a loud, surprised squeal, Rachel had to slam the brakes on her own skates to avoid immediately skating off the top of the truck. Landing on her stomach, with Jørgen standing over her looking towards the back, she noticed something. Someone was trying to cut them off. As Jørgen rambled behind her, she had set into motion, flying off the front end of the truck in full speed, now adding the truck speed to her own.
...Where she crashed directly into Reddarc, that was jumping at the truck. It was probably quite fortunate for him, in honesty. If he had tried to jump face-first into a driving truck, weighing several tons and moving at motor-way speeds, he'd have been fortunate to survive. Through sheer chance, Rachel's actions may in fact have saved his life. The two, after impacting mid air, spun out of control. Together, they crashed into a pile of cardboard boxes at the side of the road, meant to illustrate a couple moving into an appartment or some such. It broke most of their fall, but both of them were likely quite hurt. Rachel, knowing her task was to escape, was not interested in trading damage. Trading damage meant it was harder to escape than catch up, especially with police forces arriving to assist the heroes. So from her own pile of cardboard boxes, she began skating, trying to escape Reddarc, trying to catch back up to her partner. Now Rachel had to be worried that Darren was going to stop, picking off one of the villains. That is, if Jørgen wasn't going to come to her side. It was clear that she was hurt, suffering. All the girl could do now, was move forwards, hoping for the best.
"Shit shit shit."
TLDR: Jørgen pulls himself and Rachel on top of the truck to avoid their ranged harassment. He then fires a metallic bronze plate at Darren to prevent him from approaching. Rachel tries to intercept Reddarc, but hadn't counted on him being a moron. They collide mid air and crash at the side of the road, as the truck barrels past. Rachel gets up and tries to catch back up.
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Post by Daimon Darren on Apr 10, 2019 4:48:40 GMT -4
Oh what fun, it is to chase, after an out-of-control truck in the middle of the streets! Hey!
Instead of jingle bells, however, the soundtrack was that of the low-rumbling diesel engine’s exhaust note, punctuated by the irregular percussions of Darren’s feet on the ground and the crackling of Autokinesis’ blue sparks as he chased after the rampaging truck. Bronze boy over there soon decided he had enough of being carried by a girl and backflipped them on the truck as a result. For a second, Darren was free of harassment, and he used it to dash in a straight line at his fastest speed to gain a few inches on the runaway metallic beast.
Jorgen Klopp over there decided to show off his quirk for the first time. He seemed to sweat bronze, which must have made PE class and dates quite fun for him, soon shaping that bronze into an ingot that he flung at Darren. The blondie decided he would answer with his own power. He timed his activations from the moment the German wound up his throw so that it reached him while he was in the middle of a leap, with his right leg cocked back and ready to kick it away. A striekr through and through, he tried to aim this difficult aerial volley back to the sender, though at these speeds and with his skill, he was just as likely to send it wide. Either way, the aim was to deal with the attack in one smooth motion and keep the chase going, trusting in his sturdy body to take the impact without wincing. Hopefully.
Then, Red pulled a Red. It was impressive that the boy already had “doing really stupid shit that could get you killed because you have a fetish about breaking your arms or something” already associated to his name, but his attempt to crash headfirst into a speeding truck didn’t deserve any less. As luck would have it, it turned out Rachel got caught in it and both of them crashed by the side of the truck, passing Darren in almost an instant. “Motherfuck,” swore Darren under his breath, and then, louder: “KEEP CHASING, DUMBASS!”
Indeed, Rachel was soon on the chase again, aiming to rejoin the truck and her partner, probably. If Red chased as well, however, she would be sandwiched between the two of them and would have to overtake Darren if she wanted to get back, and since this wasn’t exactly a clean race, this meant being sandwiched between danger and danger. Darren briefly thought of tracking back to tag her, but decided against it. It would be too much of a gamble; if he missed, then he would lose all the progress he made on the truck.
Besides, he had another bronze-flinging opponent to worry about. Fun fact: did you know that in French, “couler un bronze” -- “casting a bronze” -- was an expression used to mean “defecating”? How is this relevant to this thread, you ask? It isn’t, but it’s funny nonetheless, and the author wanted you to know he would have an awesome joke for this situation if this was a french RP.
Let’s get back on track: Darren had to deal with a bronze-flinging opponent perched on the truck in front of him, so he decided to focus on that instead of Rachel behind him, trusting Red not to be a total bumblefuck. On second thought, perhaps this was a bad idea, so he kicked back a bunch of debris behind him, not really aiming anywhere as he kept chasing.
And so the blondie leaped and leaped after the truck with his guard up, aiming to try and deflect other bronze bricks, dodge them if he had. Slowly, little by little, he was inching towards the truck, and as soon as he could, he would try and leap onto it. He had always wanted to fight atop a moving vehicle, and thanks to UA, that was a dream about to come true.
Hey, perhaps it was the case for Bronze-chan too? “Oi, Jorgen Klopp, you scared or what? Let me on this truck, let’s fight man-to-man!” Yes, this was rich coming from the one who wouldn’t have any qualms about continuing to pelt his opponent from atop the truck in their position, but hey, gotta shoot your shot, right?
(tldr: -uses the moment of freedom when Jorgen is throwing them on top of the truck to dash as fast as possible and gain a bit of ground on teh truck -kicks at Jorgen’s thrown brick, is trying to shoot it back at his face but this might be too much for his current skill, you decide -not tracking back on Rachel, tells Red to chase, just kicks a spray of debris behind him in case hopefully maybe it helps him catch up -taunts jorgen to let him come in, yes this is rich coming from him when you think about the tourney lol)
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Post by Arthur "Reddarcc" Hunter on Apr 10, 2019 9:04:53 GMT -4
It was at this point that Reddarcc knew, he had probably fucked up just a tad. He'd realised that his plan of just drop kicking his way into the trucks drivers seat may have been a tad short sighted as soon as he'd boosted, but he didnt exactly have time to correct it. Would been better to just grab onto the side or top of it or something. He'd thought as he dove feet first for the trucks windshield, fully intending to deal with the consequences of his dumbass decision. Luckily, he wouldnt have too, as his fellow skater seemed to have other ideas, as she literally jumped into him. The other team had used the truck to escape the debris, and now that bronze viking was throwing bronze bricks at Darren, who'd very deftly deflected it back towards him. he barely had time to notice this though, as his body collided with Rachels mid air, their heads crashing together in a very painful headbutt trade, which sent them both flying towards the street below. God fuckin dammit you're so stupid, why'd you think that would work? You're lucky that girl got in the way, or you'd be a dumbass stain on a truck windshield right now, or have broken your legs. His brain told him off, and it was right. Even if he had broken the windshield, odds are he'd have broken many things on the landing, which would have made stopping that thing EXTREMLY TRICKY. The collison had sent both em spinning, and they landed in a bunch of left out boxes on the side of the road in front of an apartment building or something. It broke the fall, but it didnt exactly stop the impact much...or at all really, that landing hurt. As he landed, the truck had at this point sailed on by, and he was trying to think of what to do. Ok, Trucks gone, no way im catching it now, its going way too fast. Darren could probably catch it, but it'll take time. Theres no point helping out people out, Since there hasnt been any major damage yet...... Well besides me, nothings broken but FUCK that did a number on me. Fuckin idiot, i probably just cost us a shitload. His mind was working overdrive at this point, thinking of anything he could possibly do right now. He could either A) Grab the girl who'd landed just south of him with the mark, but that wouldnt be easy, or B) Jack a car/bike/anything fast he could find in the area and try and catch up to the truck with it. He didnt know how to ride a bike or drive a car proper, but he figured he could sub in his knowledge of arcade racers, since they used wheels, pedels and gears to simulate actually driving the car, to make up the deficit, they were close enough to the real thing, he figured. He knew it'd probably deduct a couple points, but fuck it losing 5 is better than losing 50 after that truck was done barrelling through things. He'd gotten to his knee at this point, and in his frustration at himself, had starting burning out with his front skate.* “KEEP CHASING, DUMBASS!” He heard, as Darren also booked it past both him and the other skater, leaving her behind. Red figured it was because he didnt want to deal with the new kids fuck-ups, so Red'd have to clean up after himself. "YEAH, I GOT IT, I'LL HANDLE HER, JUST KEEP AFTER THAT FUCKIN TRUCK." He yelled back at his teammate., His frustration at himself very clear in his voice. As he passed, after a couple seconds Rachel decided it was better to start running than hang around here waiting to get caught, and she was almost gone too...almost. Red thought, that since he was feeling like the Krew had shown up and just started working him over for 10 minutes, that his fellow skater was probably also feeling the pain, and it showed. Her start up was slow, and she'd landed in the boxes first, a few metres behind where Red had landed, so she hadnt gotten out of range just yet. Since Darren was in front of her, she probably wouldnt risk going too fast in case of catching up to Darren, who would probably attempt to stop her....if he wasnt already, Red'd notice the debris field he'd created, probably trying to buy himself more time before he got 2v1'd. Whatever, doesnt matter, i can use this. Red mused to himself. So Red decided his best option was to boost to his top speed, using his quirk. Luckily, thanks to his frustration burn out, he had just enough of what he needed to pull it off. He continued the burn out, while getting himself into a sprinters stance. He'd planned on doing this at the beginning, but Darren had decided that was too slow and thrown him down the street, which in all honestly had made sure he barely made it in time for his botched intercept. He stopped the burnout, began speeding up with his skates, and tipping foward, his face almost hitting the ground in the process. Goddammit, I AM NOT GONNA BE DEAD WEIGHT, IM GONNA FIX THIS. He roared in his mind, As he actived his quirk in his other leg, off the ground, and boosted forward with a air blast.** It'd take him to beyond the max speed his skates could go on their own, but it wouldnt last more than a few seconds. Luckily, a few seconds was all he needed. Since the other skater girl needed to actually skate to gain speed, he assumed, she was still close enough for this to be able to potentually catch her, and if he did, he was gonna do whatever he could to slow her down, be it knocking her down somehow, blasting her with his quirk, slamming her face into the ground, throwing something, jumping and grabbing her skates, whatever it took to keep her close to him so he could attempt to get the mark on her. The cops were showing up soon after all, he'd heard the sirens blaring in the distance. If it didnt work he'd just try and jack something. Maybe his fuck up had given them an advantage in that regard. TLDR: Red realised he fucked up Him and Rachel Butt heads, quite literally, spin out of control Lands in the boxes, trying to think of what to do. He's hurtin but he's used to it. Also burning out with one of his skates out of "I fucked up" Frustration (Gif attached above)* Darren goes past, Rachel starts running, Red intends to chase Since she's not gotten away yet, decides to use his quirk to boost after her (Gif attached above)**, attempting quite literally anything to keep her close to him or get the mark on her.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 21, 2019 12:35:55 GMT -4
+16 exp Kelo +128 Reddarc +68 Darren
Ningyo (Storyteller) - 14 EXP Fluffy (Storyteller) - 36 EXP
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