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Post by Maximillian Tychus Kane on Nov 26, 2019 14:58:46 GMT -4
There goes his chance at keeping an attentive eye over everything that was going on and tracking things effectively. The gunshots he let out turned out to be well aimed and focused on the right target, who turned out to be such a right target that he not only dodged the bullets going towards his knees, but also stopped the one going to the other one's knees. With his paw, which was a clean hit, but it still meant that they could move just as fine. A problem, to be sure, though not an all too bad situation. Only the catboy would know his location and that one already had a bullet inside him.
Masked and cowled, Maxi watched as the cat bastard quickly moved to the narrow walkway where he was situated, the ice user being more than quick enough to tuck away the bullets into his pockets, save for two, that he had his ice hold below the walkway. Not for now, but for later. First and foremost, this cat boy needed to know what the hell he was getting himself into. "Hello there, dearest. I'm so sorry for putting a bullet in you, I just can't seem to aim my shots well at a distance!~" A bold, easily disproven lie from the borderline psychopathic ice vigilante, who knew that the catboy had yet to find out his powers, slowly moved his right hand towards his back pocket, his hand hidden by his torso. Like someone who was about to draw out his gun from that very normal spot to put a gun in, their walkway lit up with the beauty of the neon smoke and lights, the area surrounded with the sounds of fighting from down below.
"Now, a sweetheart like you knows you can dodge my bullets from that range. But if you take a step forward, my Quick-Draw techs will leave your grey matter splattered in this walkway!~" The catboy has instincts. So, let's have his instincts feel everything that Maxi was letting out from his body language. That sense of absolute confidence in himself and his techniques, that lack of fear of the boy's presence who really seemed to be nothing more than a little flesh toy for the masked man. That murderous presence of someone who has done so much worse than simply gun someone down.
Worse in psychological terror, at least. Maxi has actually never killed a person, surprisingly.
Maxi's undivided attention is on the catboy, who might now be feeling the terror that Maxi has filled other goons with before.
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Post by Fujou Nozomi on Nov 28, 2019 20:40:32 GMT -4
Nozomi had observed the cat-like one leaving to confront the gunman near the ceiling, but had not entertained the possibility of stopping him. At the same time, Nozomi felt glad. The man had just saved their partner. Perhaps there was hope for him. She certainly didn't get the same feeling about the woman who had stayed, and whose body had started to distort itself with a golden glow. It was still too early to discern the true nature of their spirit, but whatever lied within her seemed volatile, something capable of unleashing great destruction. The more she observed and considered, the more tense her body grew until... Until a violent stream of bubbles erupted from between the shelves. This sudden onslaught of chaos caused the tension that had build up within Nozomi to burst into action. Her light aura flared up as the masked miko's body began to move. Her right hand extended forwards in an open palm, as did her arm to extended further, as did her upper torso to support the action, as did her right leg with a small sharp stomp forward, all in one fluid motion that came to a sharp halt with a shout. "Ha!"Her open palm struck the air in front of her. Parts of the miko's aura launched forwards in a light-blue stream from her arm towards the flaring woman's torso. It would fly across chaos and if connected, would hopefully push them backwards quite a bit and sap away some of that violent energy. Nozomi turned around immediately after doing so and made a quick dash to the forklift. Things were starting to get out of hand and she couldn't start sorting things out properly until that mystery crate was eliminated from the equation, as it was made very clear by the enemy just now. That was the initial thought. As she broke into the dash and saw what was happening behind her her priorities changed immediately. Not only were the shelves starting to come down all over the place due to the recent bubble assault, whose perpetrator would have to remain a mystery to Nozomi for a while longer, but the remaining worker had yet again failed to heed her commands and was now facing a full pallet of crates down at their direction. Her frantic dash ended next to the forklift where he was still being paralyzed by fear and yanked him out with one swift motion, dragging him slightly towards where she had dashed from to get him fully out of the way. She was likely strong enough to overpower him even if he tried to resist. The miko turned the man to face her, forcing him to look her in her eyes that could be faintly seen from beneath the red demon mask. Her eyes were fierce.. but perhaps to the man's surprise, not angry. "Your work is done. Mine isn't."Nozomi's hand let go of the man as she resumed her stance. Her foot sounded in another violent stomp as she performed another open-palm energy strike, this time towards the crates and their spilled insides that would have fallen down on the man just a moment ago. The stream, slightly deeper in hue this time, would push the mixture of crates and their spilled filth back a bit in an attempt to clear out a path for the civilian. "Go, or we will both perish."Nozomi would one again turn her attention away from the man, and back to the situation at hand. If the flaring woman had somehow not found their way to her by this point, the miko would ignore the other ongoings of the warehouse (inlcuding what she assumed to have been a fire that had broken out, judging by the flares of vibrant color and smoke she had caught at the corner of her eye) and start winding up her body, her gaze fixed on the crate above her... ----- WC: 657 Summary: - Let the catboy leave, and kept her focus on the woman. - Unleashed a full-range (D, 15 meters), full-strength (E) energy stream towards the woman as the bubble assault happened. Pushes back if the strength's enough and there's still range left over, and does D-rank exhaustion (moderate fatigue for 3 turns, some stamina drain) on contact. - Got the working man out of the crates' way, then used the same method as above attack to clear out a path for him, still urging for him to leave. - If she has remained uninterrupted, Nozomi will turn her attention towards the hazard crate lifted on the forklift, and is preparing to do something. - Has been too caught up in her own situation to fully acknowledge Luzia's distraction and thinks of it as "a fire, or something similar" until further notice. Hasn't acknowledged Ndye's or Acid Rush's presence either.
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Post by Sekkeno Awa on Nov 30, 2019 3:54:20 GMT -4
Sekkeno retreated a little bit at the force of her own blow. Well, sure, she had put several policemen through quite the ringer and got their cars smashed up, but these shelves were so much closer, and so much bigger! She really wasn't liking the noise that they were making now. This was fine, everything was going to be all fine, right? She started dragging the girl on the floor a little bit faster!
Too late! She could see the shadow toppling over her, and she only had the shortest of seconds to look up before everything started falling over! "Eep!" The girl let out a childish yelp before quickly blowing another bubble right above her head, attempting to make a domed shield around her and the redhead currently at her feet! She would immediately squat, putting her hands over her head like she was trying to duck and cover from a bomb! Her eyes were squeezed tight as the world fell down around her and, hopefully, bouncing right off her makeshift shield. She cracked open her eye to check on the girl, maybe she could see or hear her breathing still? Doubtful in all this chaos. Tempting as it was to take the knife out of her back she had heard that would just make things worse! She took a peak towards the stuff that was falling all around her. She furrowed her brow at the sight. Guns, ammunitions, drugs. More and more this entire situation was starting to look like an American music video. All of it would be useful just about now! How the hell hadn't she heard about this place already? How much could she make slinging a few of these? A few months of her rent at the least! She looked back to the dying girl near her and pursed her lips. Was it really worth it to keep dragging this girl along? Reason was telling her no...
But that was stupid! If she had being going off of reason she wouldn't have nearly as much fun! She started dragging the girl again, hopefully with her little barrier taking the brunt of the blows for her so that she could keep on her little quest. She would will her bubble to stay centered on her as she moved, hopefully shoving debris out of the way as she went, at least enough to keep from having to move the girl around too much! Though, the pink plumes of mist that were rising up in the distance gave her pause. What kind of gas was that? Was it going to get in her way? Was it another stooge? And, better yet, why was she hesitating so much?! A wicked smile flashed across her face. She was going to need some cover fire if she was going to get this girl out of here! She would pick up an explosive that had landed near her and looked back up to get a quick brief on what was going on around her. Clouds of bright pink mist plumed up to the ceiling, she could hear the sound of clashing echoing throughout. Voices rung out, but she couldn't seem to clearly make out what they were saying. If what she had picked up managed to be a throwable explosive, such as, say, a grenade, she would keep it gripped tightly in one of her hands to use for later. She wasn't sure if she could actually manage to hit anything. Despite her cover being blown, it seemed that no one had paid all that much attention to her. She looked back towards the door. If possible she would drag the girl right to the exit, assuming that there wasn't anything absolutely blocking her way, open the door, and drag the girl outside, into the little alleyway that she had come in from.
"SOMEBODY, HELP ME! AAAAAAAGGGHHHH!" She would make her best attempt to sound like she was being attacked or something. Assuming that there weren't any police right there in the alleyway, she would run right back into the warehouse and close the door again. If everything was going well, her little job would be done, and the readhead would be left to the devices of nearby law enforcement. Unsure how to best comfort someone in pain like this, she ruffled the redhead's had a bit before heading back inside the warehouse.
WC: 732
Sekkeno makes a domed bubble to protect herself and the readhead girl from the falling debris (Bubbles have C rank endurance). Picks up an explosive, and attempts to get her new acquaintance out of the warehouse and screams for help before running back inside the warehouse.
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Post by Busty on Dec 2, 2019 1:56:35 GMT -4
The watching eye that had looked out at the warehouse floor had decided to slide back out of sight for now. The heavy machine gun that was propped up on legs atop his plain wooden desk would shake slightly as the older man pushed the desk against the wall just below the window he was peeking out just moments ago. The selfish plan he'd hastily thought up just moments after law enforcement broke out into Shinagawa would finally unravel itself...
A pink mist would emerge from underneath the metal stairs leading up to the Manager's office, hiding Luzia inside of it. She would find what she was looking for at the end of her journey- the harder to find drugs that you'd need corrupted connections to get a hold of. And plenty of it, at that. While 'The Painter' leaped and bolted over and around crates to get to the good stuff, Ndeye had other plans. Carrying both the crate of ammunition and the second heavier crate, making a break for the freight door would have seemed like the best and only option. The boat that Mercury's thugs had docked was still floating on the gentle waves, and it seemed almost peaceful amongst all of the chaos going on inside the warehouse. Almost peaceful. Acid Rush, just as he had done all night, was waiting as soon as the muscled Villain would appear. He'd taken the pastel mist as a sign to move, and had positioned himself just in front of the boat to keep anyone from approaching. The young Vigilante was never one for words and shook his head when he saw Ndeye approach, preparing himself for battle. Just as Luzia had her own, Acid Rush would finally display his Quirk as a green-tinted fog began to pour out from his mouth, or rather lack thereof, from his high collar- hidden from sight. The fog almost acted more like a liquid than a gas, pooling around his feet rather than dispersing into the air. It was heavier than any normal mist, that was for sure. Though he knew that the large woman's companion wouldn't be far behind, Acid Rush took the opportunity to attack the lone Villain while he had the chance. The heavy gas followed him as he rushed towards Ndeye, wrapping around the arms that were extended behind him. Arms much larger than his own would be molded from the gas, and he'd skid to a stop just meters before her in an attempt to bring his newly-crafted hands together to crush her in between.
Maxi knew just how to attack someone without inherently hurting them in the slightest. It seemed that the young former U.A. student had learned a thing or two from the Villains in those cheesy action films, and knew how to curve his words like a knife to slash at the cat. If it had been the woman who followed him up onto the walkway, then the outcome might have turned out differently. The hair on the cat's head stood up on point as if he was threatened and looking to make himself appear bigger, his ears folding back as he let out a hiss. Always being one to strike first, the boy would pounce at the Vigilante- aiming for the mask on his face that the cat found unnerving. His wounded paw would be held towards his chest while the other went for Maxi's face, unaware of the boy's ice Quirk and capabilities.
Down below, Nozomi was more than capable of handling herself. The devilish woman would be blasted with the miko's Quirk, her transformation halted while she brought up her pulsing forearms in an attempt to block it. It would be a successful block, though, and the woman would stumble back from it feeling rather drained. She'd try to shrug it off, but it wouldn't be as easy as she'd hoped,"Fine... then only half will have to do!" The devil growled under her breath. The man who was operating the forklift would be narrowly saved by Fujou, and he would nod at his hero's urges for him to leave,"Thank you..." He'd manage to get out, darting for the nearest door. When the Vigilante would turn back, however, she would see that the thug had taken a much more hellish appearance. Her horns had doubled in size, large bat-like wings sprouting from her back as if she was Lucifer himself. The same orange glow that had pumped through her veins had cracked across her skin as if magma was waiting underneath to pour out, the skin around it blackened like soot,"Keep your eyes... off that cr-crate, weakling." Her breaths were labored, which meant that just that half-transformation alone had tired her out after blocking Nozomi's energy attack. Still, the devilish woman would spread her wings and leap for the crate, hoping that she would have enough strength to haul it back into the boat.
Unbeknownst to the others in the building, the same worker would be lucky to find law enforcement clearing out the rest of the port not too far from the warehouse- telling the group of them what was happening on the inside. It meant that the warehouse would be swept through by cops and Pro Heroes alike soon, which is exactly what Sekkeno wanted. Or, wanted it to seem like, at least. The bubbly Villain had managed to drag the redhead as close to the door as she could without her cover being even more blown than it was, a small trail of blood streaked along the concrete floor of the warehouse from the girl's wound. She had remained unconscious but alive, and it was all thanks to the girl's efforts in keeping her so. The domed bubbled did it's job in keeping the crates from breaking on their heads, instead the wooden box splintered and cracked on top of the shiny surface of the bubble. All of the heroism that the Villain was doing made her seem like one of the good guys, and it would definitely mean something to the real Heroes that would come soon. The grenade in her hand made her look a little more dangerous, but she had her out regardless. The screams and shouts that she'd release from her tiny frame would help the few that were on the lookout for the warehouse pinpoint the location. It was a real shame, as all of it's inhabitants were inherently evil in the eyes of the law- both Vigilantes and Villains alike. It would be best if they were to make a quick exit before the 'help' arrived.
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Post by Luzia Gottschalk on Dec 4, 2019 22:26:10 GMT -4
She scrambled when she got to the drug crate, pulling herself behind the fallen wood. She shoved her head out from it, peeking around; she had left a trail of her neon, but it was blocking peoples' views as much as it pointed to her. It blocked a lot of peoples' sight, whether because it was bright - and PRETTY, she loved that so much - or because it was like a weird smoke, but she could see through it, at least kinda. Luzia couldn't see everything, but she could see something really surprising; no one was after her!
The first thing she did was look towards Calibar; she was supposed to be the distraction for her, was someone really going for her already?! But... no... Calibar ran out of the big doors carrying those huge crates, and no one was going after her. She craned her ears, and gasped softly, breaking into a smirk. That's why no one was going for them, they were all fighting! Ha! Hahaha! Well, whatever, that worked fine by her!
She grabbed several bags of drugs and started stuffing them in her bag, stealing two of them before she actually noticed what she was taking, gasping and doing a double-take. She had to take a moment, just one, to stare at it in complete disbelief. She had to remind herself that this was an auction, and auctions had really, really good shit... and this was really good shit! She could still remember the last thing she had this... it was back when she was part of a little gang, more of a group than a gang, hanging around and getting high, making drugs... then that raid happened....
Luzia shook her head, bringing herself back to the present. No reason to think about them anymore, and besides, she just found fucking gold! She grinned widely, stuffing her back even faster, but she froze, gasping in surprise, whirling her head to look back over the overturned crate wehn she heard the absolute worst thing possible: someone was calling for the fucking cops!
Her eyes darted back to the big door that Ndeye had run out of; no one had followed her, and jugding from the sounds going on in the area, people were still fighting. She still felt weird that it was so easy, but it was also relieving; easy in, easy out, everything worked out; easy was just fine by her! Things just got harder, though, and she didn't even have to look around to know that the two doors that she had seen in this place would go backwards right into the cops. Her eyes darted to the big door, and she bit her lip. It was probably a bad idea for them to leave out of the same door; it was a lot easier to run when you didn't have to keep pace with someone else, but she also didn't have another choice. Grabbing one more bag and shoving it in her bag, she got up, and with the same speed, leaving a trail behind her, ran for it.
She intended to just run, and she would have rather, but as soon as she got out of the door, she saw two massive hands try to slam around Calibar, and the Painter skidded to a halt. For a brief moment, she was worried, but Calibar soon revealed herself to be alright, which made Luzia mad. They were trying to escape this fucking place, A PLACE SHE DIDN'T EVEN WANT TO BE IN, and it was one problem after another! She just wanted out of this damn place!
She snorted softly, then ran around them, firing several blasts at the person assaulting her snake friend, trying to throw his attention off. She wasn't angry enough to kill, and she definitely didn't have the time, but it wasn't hard at all to shoot or throw lights around. "Someone called the cops and they're coming even faster," she yelled, flicking her eyes to Calibar, but keeping her attention on the guy with the weird mist, firing more at him to try to keep him on the defensive. "We need to get out of here now!"
It felt weird to try to escape with someone, let alone actually help someone, but she was too concerned with escape to really think on that. She just knew she was supposed to escape with Calibar, and that was still an idea she could imagine... for now.
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Stuffed drugs in her bag, ran out of the big door.
Fired lasers from a distance at Acid Rush to provide cover for Ndeye.
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Post by Ndeye Ndao on Dec 5, 2019 1:11:56 GMT -4
At this stage, Ndeye wasn't sure if she needed a boat, but she was sure she needed a door, and as long as no one was standing in said door, one door was as good as another. Unfortunately, this didn't quite pan out as she planned: a small someone was waiting for her outside this seemingly open escape. She saw the gas beginning to form in the darkness before she saw the kid himself. "Gas! Damn it, why is it gas again?" she thought to herself, remembering Ace's caustic gas quirk. Perhaps she should have asked the villain for a contingency plan to deal with such quirks when they came up; Ndeye's "defensive" quirk was all but useless against something that permeated the whole air.
Only... this quirk didn't work just like Ace's did. Instead, the gas stopped spreading and focused just at his arms, for now, at least. Ndeye's mind raced. His quirk, in this scenario, was not so much different than her own; maybe she should a chance? She was confident in the strength of her arms, once armored, and if he matched blows with hers... as long as his gas didn't simply melt her arms or something... she might be able to trade blows equally with him. That would be the honorable course, but she was not honorable. Prideful, but not honorable.
"That quirk aside, this is a small child. The child will easily fold," she assured herself as best she could, but it was difficult, given how many powerful children she'd encountered in the last 24 hours. Her first thought, as a llamb wrestler, was to go low, dodge the fists, take out the legs, ground him, pound his head; scramble his brains and then keep moving. One look at the way his gas moved proved that would be an idea that would prove fatal for her: his gas was strongest concentrated towards the ground. He wouldn't even need to punch her at that point... he could simply let the gas fall and she could potentially just choke to death, depending how strong his quirk was.
Instead, she was going to defend with the largest coverage she had available. That was not her armored arms; rather, it was the bundle of sheddings and crates she had on each arm. Now that she'd broken her arms free, she couldn't move those sheddings any more... but all she needed was for them to be in the right place. Ndeye would just have to take the risk that she could tank the power behind the boy's moves. She began to pick up speed and ran at him full force, the madness of a senselessly violent pugilist gleaming in her eyes, then turned her body slightly as the fists had nearly impacted. She angled her approach so that the crates would catch most of the blow. At the same time, she dropped her armfulls of guns and armored up once more; the creep was somewhat slower and more painful than before, given the recency of her last power-up. Still, she ought to be able to use the two arms together, raised in a boxer's block, to stop the other fist from getting in (unless it could disperse into gas and simply go around it).
The approach was not just a means of defense, but also, an attack. Even without aiming her quirked fists at the boy, she still had a way to attack; she'd keep speed and attempt to bull-run over him leading with the shoulder. Her weight alone might be enough to force him over, if he had no means of defense or evasion. As she did, she noticed bolts coming from elsewhere- behind her, it seemed. Was someone else trying to shoot her? It was more likely Luzia was trying to help her, perhaps following her lead to escape.
By this point, Ndeye would be getting her bell rung a bit, even if she'd managed to properly block the fists. It would be hard for her to tell where Luzia was, just that Luzia was following her out. She certainly wouldn't know about the yelling little bubble-quirker who'd just directed the attention of the cops, already buzzing like flies outside the warehouse. She wouldn't be aware of the valuable cargo that Nozomi was currently keeping out of the hands of Mercury's people, nor the fight that Maxi was taking to those same mooks. She wasn't aware of any large, loaded machine guns hidden anywhere on the premises, much more dangerous than the handfuls of rifles she'd just dropped. She only had two things on her mind:
Firstly, the young punk who'd dared to swing fists at her. He had to be dealt with, at least temporarily, hopefully permanently.
Secondly, the boat just ahead of them. She increasingly felt that the only means of escape had to be this boat. Mercury's goons had come in it and they ought to know better than anybody how the cops were going to descend on the place. This frustrating vigilante kid had just predicted her attempts to escape by it. Everyone except her senior Eternity sister seemed to attach a high value to this particular piece, though Ndeye supposed if Luzia didn't realize it already, she probably would when she saw how Acid Rush was trying to stop her from getting to it.
Ndeye would have her answer as soon as the fallout from her tackle untangled itself. She'd have been hit and caught, held a safe distance away from Acid Rush, or else, she'd be on top of him after bulldozing him to the ground. Either way, it'd give Luzia a chance to catch up, and then her answer would be clear, from whether she circled around the warehouse to escape to the left or right, or whether she continued towards the boat.
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-Ndeye charges Acid Rush shoulder first, angling so that the crates on her back face his left fist. She armors her arms again, with minor pain and slightly reduced effectiveness, to raise both arms and try to block the right fist. She will continue charging into him if she can.
-Ndeye remains unaware of much of the situation inside the warehouse, except for the fact Luzia is following her.
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Post by Maximillian Tychus Kane on Dec 8, 2019 20:10:06 GMT -4
Not exactly from movies, Maxi had gathered way too much experience with maniacs and other deranged individuals much like the pussycat standing in front of him at that exact moment, knowing just how to analyze its personality, the small queues in the way it'd act and try to predict what it would do and, sometimes, if he really was in their head, what they'd say. Animal quirkeds, specially the non-heroes that typically embraced the more chaotic and violent, yet predictable behaviors of the animal that they were mixed with. An overgrown human cat is no different to him.
That movement was incredibly quick, though! Maxi had no way to actually keep up with someone that fast and agile, being a stationary fighter himself so, after looking and acting so cocky in front of him, he backed away a step, arms slightly raised with his hands close to his face, though very much out of the way. "W-Wait, please! Let's talk about this!" Having revealed by "accident" that he had no gun in his right hand, he was left a silent, horrified mess when the adversary pounced directly onto Maxi, swiping at the mask, the claws digging into it and cleaving through.
To the middle. "..If we could talk about it, then maybe you'd surrender painlessly." Through the slashes in the frozen mask, one could see a bit more into his fierce, very much not horrified eyes, a sudden, much stronger creeping cold travelling rapidly over the entirety of the surely confused, cornered catboy, their claw very much lodged into the mask that, upon getting a proper touch at it, was terrifyingly cold. This realization too came at the same time that ice violently burst from random spots in the catboy's body, ripping apart his clothing as a consequence of its creation.
"Area Zero has already touched your body. Fight's over, boy toy." Standing proudly once again, dropping his fake fear that he pulled off just for the kick of it, the ice that burst out from the boy's very body moved itself quite quickly, working to wrap around his limbs and waist, preventing any movement from the arms or the tail, unsure if it'd have some sort of super strength or crap similar to that, letting his golden, piercing, yet slightly covered eyes stare into the more than cornered catboy's. At the same time, the hidden bullets were rising from their hiding spots, showing clearly the ice mechanism behind them that he used to fire each and every bullet.
"Oh no!~ You found out! Now you'll tell your partner!" So he'd say very sarcastically, knowing very much well that it wouldn't happen the moment he raised his right hand, letting him see the ice user tap his pinky and thumb together, a sort of clasping motion, an unnecessary thing he liked to do for style whenever he created some sort of restraint: this time, as the freezing sensation rose from around his face, a mouth-cover was tightly placed upon his mouth, muffling everything he'd say.
The only ones who would listen were the victim and the torturer. "...Hmm." The bullets suddenly snapped from their previous positions, rapidly shifting to point directly at both his uncovered chest and forehead, the borderline sadistic Maximillian very much enjoying his time playing with the villain's animal instincts to see how he'd react to impending death he could not escape from. And according to the laws of the animal kingdom, a predator first lashes out when cornered. When that doesn't work either.. "You're about to say: "Please don't kill me!", aren't you?~" Predicted Maximillian, raising his head a bit, just so he could figuratively look down on him, specifically from the side, smirking happily over his own accomplishments. Yet, instead of firing, Maxi just had the mercy to tighten the binding on his mouth, expanding it to his nose and closing off all airways.
And he'd hold that position, as long as the cat boy didn't have the physical strength to break out of it mid-air, until he was guaranteed to pass out from asphyxia, for long enough for him to be done with this whole circus stage of a warehouse. It was a waste of bullets, after all, when he could just choke him out.
"I feel soooo good about my life right now.~"
Maxi is absolutely focused on the cat boy he's toying with.
Fakes being scared until the mask is hit so it can spread itself to his entire body because the mask is ice
Tries to predict what he's going to say next because he knows how animal instincts work
Chokes him out either way until he passes out.
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Post by Fujou Nozomi on Dec 11, 2019 17:37:49 GMT -4
The demon had finally shown her true colors. Its form was largely unfamiliar to the miko, despite of her extensive knowledge of the supernatural entities, but not unfamiliar enough that she couldn't make an educated guess. Those wings, that burning aura... she was likely dealing with Rakshesha, an evil man-eating demon in a human form. How much of her was a Rakshesha and how much of her was a human would be hard to discern, as was the case with the yokai these days, but she had yet to meet a pure-blooded one. This is why she would have preferred that they had stood down by now. But it was not to be. The Rakshesha would leap towards her fixation, the crate. The demon could not hide its declawed ferocity from the exorcist, despite of their boisterous words. In response, the winding of her body, her hand, changed its trajectory towards the charger once more, launching yet another stream. " Ha!" At the same time her other arm, pulled back as the first strike was done, would perform another one that fulfilled the original purpose of moving the accursed crate slightly... " Ha!" ...and Nozomi didn't realize her mistake until it was already in motion. The box had been out of her reach. The idea had been to nudge it down from the forklift with a controlled push. The sudden adjustment in power to strike yet another strong stream of divine power at the Rakshesha hadn't subsided in time for her other blast. So what was meant to be a slight nudge turned into another uptuned stream, which would not only be (presumably) lifted from the forklift but would also continue its journey towards the ceiling. Depending on how high the ceiling was it might hit it, or perhaps even stay clued there for a moment as the stream passed on by, but sooner or later the gravity would do its job. If what was in that crate truly was the "demon's feast" like Nozomi had suspected, chances are that the contents wouldn't survive the fall safely. She could afford to stay the brief moment to follow its movements from its apex to its eventual crash to confirm this. If the damage wouldn't be sufficient she could always finish the job with her own hands. This was assuming that nothing unexpected happened from either from Raksheha, who had hopefully been struck once again, or any of the other participants at the scene Nozomi would have to hurry regardless. The last two strikes had caused her aura to turn distinctly red, which was only an outside indicator to the feeling that the miko's power was giving her. Odd surges and fluctuations were happening, and it would take a much longer moment of respite than the rise and fall of a single crate in order to keep her powers calm, but it became increasingly more apparent that it was likely the longest one she could get. Problems on these grounds were still piling on. By now she had clearly heard noises, people running about and shouting, distant noises of a fight. Someone had called out for the police who had still not showed up, but who might. Whatever was happening at the shadows of the ceiling was still happening, or it might not have been, who knows. She'd have to deal with all of that after these few calming breaths were over, to be (hopefully) signaled as over by a crash. "Zai, rin, sha..."
----- WC: 580 Summary: - Two other streams were launched, one at the charging demon lady and other one at the mystery crate. - The parameters for the other two streams are the same as before (15 meters at D range, strength at E). Provided that the stream is strong enough to lift the box, it's lifted towards the ceiling (Might hit it and stay there if ceiling is lower than the range. Unlikely to be crushed as the stream is simply pushing, unless the crate is very fragile), and will start falling down straight to the ground afterwards if not stopped. - Has acknowledged Sekkeno's shouts and the ruckus that the fight outside was causing, and is about to leave to address the latter as soon as she can confirm the crate's situation. Is taking a small breather until it does hit the floor, or something happens to it.
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Post by Sekkeno Awa on Dec 14, 2019 8:58:51 GMT -4
Sekkeno's fingers practically tingled. As chaos rung through the warehouse, she couldn't help but let a little smile creep across her face. Oh, she knew it was stupid, but the thought of putting herself in danger was starting to scratch an itch that she hadn't felt in a long time. Oh! She could get into so much trouble for this! Just a little bit ago she had been trying to hide from the conflict. Now she wanted to be a part of it! When was she going to start making up her mind?! Her fingers rapped across the grenade in her hand, and other hand's writhed in the air right beside her leg. No! The police were coming, she needed to get out of there before she got caught! Yes! It couldn't hurt just to stay and play for a little bit, right? RIGHT?! Her jaw moved back and forth, grinding some of her teeth together. She could almost smell the chaos! She needed it! She was going to regret it for weeks if she did nothing right now! She ran back down the aisle that she had just come from, the debris hopefully now done falling around her because of her little stunt. As she ran, she would try to grab another grenade, assuming that there eve was one, with a quick cartwheel and a flip over the very crate that should have crushed her earlier. Her beating shoes would only come to a halt the moment she came to an intersection that gave her a clear view of the fight between Nozomi and the demon goon! She would linger there for a moment,a spark of recognition raced through her mind! The girl blew a little bubble around the grenade and shoved her fingers inside of the soapy construct to grab hold of the explosive's pin, that was how these things worked, right? It's what she had seen in the video games her dad played sometimes! "Hey! Bitch!" Sekkeno's bubbly voice stood in contrast to her own words and the evil grin that stretched across her face. With a might tug for her small stature, Sekkeno would attempt to rip out the safety pen before hurtling the entire bubble it was contained in straight at the middle of the demon lady's body! "That's for my friend!" Her grandstand was quickly followed by quick raspberry! A real tongue-rattler worthy of a chipped tooth! Assuming that she actually hit her mark, she would make the bubble pop, depositing a hopefully-live grenade right at the feet of Mercury's goon, or at least close. Either way that bubble was popping and the explosive was getting deposited somewhere near the scuffle between Nozomi and her dastardly demonic rival if everything was going well! Sekkeno slapped her hands over her ears as she attempted to make a getaway to the side from there, not wanting to have her ears ringing to bloody hell while the the authorities were pouring in like an avalanche after an earthquake! Hell, as far as she knew they could have already been in there, or maybe they hacked the PA system or something! TV shows and movies were really starting to grate against her expectations of reality. She needed to avoid the front doors! Those were the biggest ones and the most obvious escape point. Maybe she should have just dipped out the way she had come in! Too late, idiot that she was she would probably get arrested for just being around that girl! Then they would be able to track her back to the stuff that went down in Nakano. She did not want to get thrown into the Japanese prison system! No way! Wait, no, she had a thought. Where had those goons come in from? She might not have been able to see it from here, but there was a very good chance that there had to be a port door that she just hadn't seen yet! Right, it would the foolish to think that a place like this didn't have a receiving port! It was right against the water! Now she just had to find it! The police wouldn't be able to cover every entrance so quickly! Attempting to avoid the pink mist that Luzia had thrown up earlier, the girl would look for a way out port-side of the warehouse
WC: 703 Sekkeno rushes back into the fray, attempting to pick up another grenade if she can find one in the mess! She covers the one that she had picked up earlier in a bubble just big enough to hold it, uses her quirk to reach inside and prime the grenade before throwing it right at Mercury's demoness of a goon. Attempts to run off to the side, or really continuing straight on her original path, attempting to follow the shape of the warehouse until she finds an entrance port. Attempts to avoid going into Luzia's mist.
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Post by Busty on Dec 23, 2019 3:33:43 GMT -4
As the 'good guys' closed in on the warehouse location, the manager knew now that it would be time to strike. Not knowing how close they were or even if they were coming, the window peering over the entire would be slid open hard with a THUD that would be drowned out by the chaos below.
However, that would only happen after.
Acid Rush fought his own battle outside in the private port of the warehouse, thinking he would get the upper hand against the brute unknown to him as Ndeye. The young Vigilante would see the opportunity to strike and would, but the attack would be both blocked and counteracted by her own. The large woman would armor her arms, charging into the man and knocking the wind out of him. The heavy gas that trailed behind him would move under his feet, propelling him up and backwards to perch at the top of the metal fence post. It would, unknowingly at the time, aid him in dodging the flurry of bullets that Luzia had shot in his direction. The Painter was hauling her own bag of goodies, making a break for the boat- that was brought courtesy of Mercury- and intended on escaping on it alongside her much bulkier friend. Sat like a bird on top of the post as he caught his breath, Acid Rush looked between the two Villains and the boat, then at the chaos ensuing in the warehouse. A decision had to be made, even if it wasn't an easy one, and it meant that there would have to be some sacrifice.
Furrowing his eyebrows (since the man had no mouth to scowl), the Vigilante leapt to the other side of the metal fence and away from the two he engaged with moments ago. There had to be another way in to secure whatever it was that Mercury's thugs were after, and he was sure he would find it.
On the other side of things, Maximillian would lure the cat right where he wanted him. In a series of unfortunate events for the feline, he would end up with the short end of the stick in this fight. The white-haired Vigilante, as cocky as ever, would attempt to perfectly predict whatever it was that the cat boy would say. What he didn't know, however, was that the boy was incapable of doing such a thing. Being mute meant that his devilish companion did all of the talking, and Maxi wouldn't be getting the satisfaction of the boy's last words this time. And, even then, he surely wouldn't get the satisfaction of the kill this time.
Nozomi had managed to tire out the devil she was now facing. It had been easier than imagined, but the fight would be far from over. Especially against someone as bull-headed as her. She would use her wings to leap forward, giving her some air towards the crate. The miko beneath her, however, had other plans. Knowing that the devil was going for the crate, Fujou would throw streams of energy towards both her opponent and the crate, sending it upward. The devil was able to spin out of the way midair, but the sudden toss of the crate upwards threw her off. It was sent far above it's first position on the forklift, and the devil would perch underneath it and wait. This would be, however, when her eyes would shift ever-so-slightly to the side to see her partner being choked out. Barely stifling a gasp, the woman would now instead go towards her partner instead of the crate. Working on reaction before thinking of a solid plan, the devil would secrete magma from the pores on her hand and toss it at the supports of the walkway that hung from the ceiling. It would pass through two and splatter onto the concrete wall, making the walkway that both Maxi and the cat boy were standing on uneven. Instead of carrying on with the task at hand, the woman put her friend before the drug that Mercury so desperately wanted. Her large bat wings would be spread and she'd flap once to send her back into the air, flying straight towards the two that were hopefully caught off guard now that the walkway was unstable. It wouldn't be to attack the ice boy, and only to save her feline friend before attempting a beeline for the open freight door.
The grenade that was thrown towards the devilish woman wouldn't be completely ignored, however, but more so avoided. Sekkeno's attempt to stop the Villain would be for naught as her focus was taken away from her battle and towards her friend's. This would create a new problem for Nozomi had it not been for the figure wearing all black that sprinted past both the bubble girl who was now attempting an escape, her unconscious red-headed friend, and the forklift. Acid Rush's priority was the crate, but it quickly became an after thought in his mind.
That was when the window from above slid open.
"Th-This is all mine!" The manager would shout from the opening in his office, the shine of the overhead lights gleaming of a heavy machine gun pointed directly down at the people fighting in the warehouse. The first shot was deafening, but it only kept coming after that. Bullet casings would fly onto the ground beside him, but the actual bullets would hardly hit anything in particular. They were nothing but shots to get the strangers away from the good that he rightfully kept from the public. The kickback, however, was something that a lowly manager such as himself was not used to. The first seconds he held onto the trigger consisted of him trying to regain control of the bucking gun, his high caliber bullets hitting the crate that was now soaring to the ground. Then it was the walkway, accidentally of course, then back to the ground where the shelves stood. Acid Rush had come just in time to breathe out more heavy gas, moving his hand up to cast a wide shield over himself and Nozomi. He was under the impression that she might need the help, but hadn't know that she was able to thwart the devil's onslaught with ease. The crate would come crashing down onto the ground just beside them, a single small vial of an unknown substance rolling out across the concrete floor beside them.
The gunfire only alerted the cops that were drawing closer and closer to the location, making them move that much faster. The only ones in the warehouse now would be the two thugs, the three Vigilantes, and the unconscious red-headed worker, as the others had managed to make a break for the outside. The ones that remained in the warehouse just might be able to hear the door of the warehouse be breached, along with cops shouting as they got into position to try and stop the man above from shooting. Their last priority at the moment was the Quirkers defending themselves as the cowardly manager tried to mark up the number of casualties from the auction.
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Post by Luzia Gottschalk on Dec 26, 2019 15:46:03 GMT -4
In and out, that's always been thee best way; keep your head low, pretend you belong there, and just pocket some shit and leave. Hell, buying a thing or two was even better if you could manage it, it made it even more believable. In and out, keep it nice and smooth and there wouldn't be any problems. One of the worst thingsw you could do? Get in a fucking fight! Not that this was a fucking gas station anyway, this was a rich people's auction; the strats couldn't be used here.
Luzia scowled as she shot her neon out of her arm, trying to hit this gassy weirdo. He managed to jump clear over her shots, even when she tried to follow him, and landed on a fence post. Even if she wasn't happy about it, she was ready for a fight - or as much as she could be - and moved, bursting her neon, leaving afterimages as she put herself between Calibar and the misty guy. She showed off her own mist, glowing, whispy light leaking out of her arms, glaring at him, showing herself off to make herself more intimidating. She was expecting a fight, and she was ready for it even... but then the guy looked to the warehouse, and suddely bolted for it. She blinked in surprise... but there wasn't any way that she was gonna look a gift horse in the mouth! She was never planning on going for a whole fight anyway, she was gonna try to run as soon as she could.
She whirled around, looking at Calibar, then to the boat. She didn't want to take it, it still felt too... obvious, but it was sounding a lot like Calibar couldn't keep up with her. She grit her teeth, grinding them slightly, but moved down, grabbing Calibar's arm to help her up and towards the boat. "Come on! You know how to drive this, right? We still gotta get outta here!" She pulled on her, making sure that she was moving before letting go, leaving more neon afterimages as she jumped from the port to the boat, climging to a point where she could see at least most of the boat. She had one arm enveloped in neon, looking around; if this was the boat that those two people inside came in on, then that could mean there was more with them.
Luzia followed Calibar, keeping an eye on their surroundings, keeping up with her as she moved to the cockpit, or whatever you called the driving area of a boat, ready to fire at anyone other than them.
(WC 437)
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Ran over to the boat and whizzed around it speedster-style, looking for goons and keeping an eye on Ndeye's back while she rushes to the wheel.
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Post by Ndeye Ndao on Dec 28, 2019 2:00:28 GMT -4
To Ndeye's surprise, her defense against Acid Rush's crushing fists had worked, and unlike her prediction, she hadn't ended up bowling over him, nor caught by him: instead, he'd minimized the damage by escaping backward. "Cowardly... But perhaps the best he could do in this situation. I can hardly blame him for prioritizing his own life," she thought to herself, knowing full well the kind of damage she planned to do if she got her massive mitts on him. She'd been accumulating a fair degree of unspent bloodlust since this battle started and she wouldn't have let the opportunity pass to pound the kid into dust, even it meant taking damage herself.
Still, even deprived of that chance, she saw that this was an excellent outcome. She'd managed to come through with crates seemingly in tact. The Senegalese villain figured she just might make it out of this situation with something of value after all, even if MARINE had eluded her. Little did she know that inside the warehouse, the object of desire had just revealed itself... but even if she did, it probably wasn't quite worth the risk to go back for it. This was all the more true after hearing explosions and gunfire come from inside the building. Additionally, she noted that the gunfire indicated a weapon far outmatching those she'd attempted to steal... meaning someone had been stashing something even more deadly away, loaded, waiting for the chance to strike.
As she plotted her next move against Acid Rush, the boy chose to circle back around, away from her, and evidently planned on rejoining the chaos inside the warehouse. Privately, she grit her teeth, feeling belittled by his rejection of her obvious challenge. Was she really escaping with scraps after all? Her pride couldn't stand it, but it would have to... Prideful as she was, that emotion always had to take backseat to survival instinct.
Now that she was clear of Acid Rush, not only did she have a clear shot to the boat, but also, she could allow Luzia to catch up so they could regroup properly. Actually, "allow Luzia to catch up" would be too flattering a way to put it: Luzia had overtaken her pace and appeared in front of her. By this point, Acid Rush was already leaving, but the gesture made Ndeye grit her teeth once again. "What is it with this girl and her fool head, thinking that I need protection?!" she cursed inwardly. Between her prey escaping and being treated in a way that could be described as either friendly or coddling depending on one's viewpoint, she felt like a stranger in her own skin. Still, she could at least be pleased that her Eternity ally was committed to the boat route now.
Further to that point, Luzia grabbed Calibar's arm to help her up from the tackle, then pulled her towards the boat. Flakes of gold scales were stuck to Luzia's fingers where they'd wrapped her ally's meaty wrist; although the arms flaked and shed, it still felt more like pulling along some sort of boulder than a human being's arm, with a rock-like layer of armored scales encasing her arms from fingertips to elbows. "I've been on a boat before," she repeated, notably not giving a "yes." She had, however, stowed away in a boat as a child there and lived aboard one long enough to have some basic idea what she needed to do. Of course, figuring out the boat was one thing, but an added complication may present itself in the form of any remaining Mercury goons guarding the ship. That would honestly be an easier problem for the two of them to resolve than driving the boat would be.
This was one case where Ndeye was happy to allow Luzia to cover her. After dropping her crates of munitions down on the deck of the ship, she made her way to the navigation room or helm, keeping her eyes out for any further interference. Provided she encountered none, she would make it to the front, squinting her yellow-orange eyes as she examined the controls for a few familiar necessities before any boat takeoff. First, she'd need to make sure no anchor or braking mechanism was going to keep them from leaving the port. To this end, she also inspected the side of the ship for any rope tying it to the dock. Next, she would need to fire it up. Then finally, she'd need to take a slightly roundabout way to avoid the oncoming sirens she associated with police ships. If she encountered Mercury owned boats, so be it... there was a good chance no one would stop her, she'd wager, since the underlings probably weren't all familiar with one another. The boat itself would give her the right to safe passage. Obviously, though, encountering a police vessel would mean a fight to avoid arrest. That was the one outcome she needed to avoid.
Well, the other outcome to avoid was obviously crashing the ship into the dock. She'd take it slow and steady to try to avoid that possibility, since Acid Rush was no longer trailing them. There was a good chance the Mercury thugs would make a run back to the boat, though, if they saw their means of conveyance leaving without them. Having again shed her armor to make navigating easier, dropping the shed arms onto the floor next to her carelessly, she rested one hand atop the wheel for guidance and worked the console with the other. She watched over her shoulder suspiciously, half expecting the sniper who'd attacked earlier to try and pop another shot off at her.
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-Ndeye continues to escape with Luzia, carrying her crates.
-Ndeye unloads crates onto the deck of the ship then heads towards the helm or navigation room, which she assumes will be at the front. Once there, she checks for baddies.
-If no baddies are found, she assumes the wheel and sheds her armor. She checks for any kind of anchor, brake, or tie that would keep them in place and if found, moves to disengage it.
-Still assuming no baddies on the ship to interfere, she watches the warehouse as she slowly leaves the dock.
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Post by Maximillian Tychus Kane on Jan 5, 2020 22:14:26 GMT -4
Greatly displeasing. GREATLY GREATLY GREATLY GREATLY GREATLY DISPLEASING. He hissed, he pouted and he twitched angrily, a visceral reaction to his crowning jewel of a moment being ruined by a FUCKING CRIPPLE. Honestly, when Maxi walked closer to the knocked out catboy, he did slowly raise his right hand upward, his fingertips being covered by terrifyingly sharp ice claws, ones that could easily open up his stomach and let his guts breathe some fresh air, though his vow to not kill did flash in his mind, his arm twitching itself still. He had way too much to lose if he even murdered a person, so he truly had to hold himself back, not go completely insane and keep it together. Instead, he'd figure out what to do with him..
When he heard more gunshots.
"Hmm..?" Not phased in the slightest, since he had grown to be so extremely confident in himself to figure that he'd be able to defend himself from all sorts of gunfire, he noticed, with that great eyesight of his, that the manager had finally revealed himself and lost all of his cool, making Maxi's job hilariously easy. The fool hadn't even look up at the walkways, where one of the guys with incredible range was located at. Frankly, he had come here to put a stop to him and the drugs. The drugs, so far, were being extremely hotly contested, so the next best shot he had here without causing himself any more problems than what were already building up, with the approaching cops that is, would be to take him down.
"Sadly for you, I have my own plans for Shinagawa.~" The young lad muttered to himself, feeling ever so naughty thanks to the way that man screamed his claim to ownership of all of this merchandise, this position. His power and his operations, apparently, it all belonged to him. Greedy, no? To not share anything with fellow entrepreneurs, who might just want to get a good foothold in shipping, to expand their business out of Japan and pump their own power and presence beyond what was previously possible. Calculations were done and he figured that one shot would be enough to knock out the average quirkless businessman, with a bit of added "oophm" to cancel out those raging emotions and adrenaline.
The attack he was about to send out was not even anything worth naming. Instead, pointing the last few bullets at him, he picked out two of his favorite ones, which really were no different from the others, allowing his ice to sneak a trail towards the tip, gladly triggering their mechanism. Two loud gunshots, though easily muffled by the hail of bullets he was raining down, sounded off around Maximillian as the bullets flew fast and hopefully true, directly into the man's right lung, to lungshot him, something that used to be a mortal wound in old times and in wars, now simply a very dangerous wound that could very well be treated in the hospital. Should they hit, the ice started working, not causing any further damage, but instead working to expand inside him, giving him a harsh, very probably UNGODLY painful push to throw his body towards the approaching police, so that the arrest could be done faster.
Convenient for Maxi to have ice powers too, since the ice would soon melt the moment he simply walked away in the opposite direction, deciding to just drop the catboy over the railing, into the warehouse below. The ice lad figured that, by leaving through one of the windows while the cops were momentarily distracted by the bodies would give him the chance to jump out into the sea, where he'd encase himself inside a spacious ball of heavy ice, allowing himself to sink down until he was out of view, going even further to force the ball of ice to sprout out some small tentacles, just so he could bury himself in the sand, to further hide himself away from the authorities.
He had battery on his phone and some apps there to keep him entertained until he could escape, and if not, just take a nap. He has a lot of time and a great deal of patience.
Summary: Maxi was very momentarily angry with catboy, didn't kill him though. Noticed the manager going crazy and firing on everyone. Used his "fake gunman" strategy to fire out two bullets, gloriously aimed at his right lung. Because he preemptively put some ice at the tip of the bullets, he could fling the body towards the cops. After dropping the catboy over the railing, he tried to jump out of one of the top windows. In case he succeeds, he drops himself into the sea, encased in a wide, protective seal of ice where he can stay for a long while until the cops are gone.
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Post by Fujou Nozomi on Jan 8, 2020 4:00:58 GMT -4
She had missed. The Rakshesha evaded her second strike as she flew towards the crate, and followed after it as it was lifted upwards. Nozomi didn't have time to catch her breath properly either, she was assaulted by a lot new things happening at once. There was a girl who the vigilante had been unaware of until know, who had launched some kind of soap bubble grenade towards her location. There was another new figure, a masked man (boy?) who was rushing her position. Despite of the current imbalance in her energy, Nozomi had no choice but to start rearing herself up for another strike... ...except that wasn't the case. The masked boyhad come forth and swiftly contained the grenade-bubble, and the subsequent explosion, with some kind of smoke that he had created. "Enenra?"The bullets of a man above, who had announced himself just before opening fire, were also blocked by this mysterious smoke. The boy didn't say anything, but it was certain that they were an ally. But they weren't the mysterious gunman up above, as they fired at the suitman shortly after. The miko felt that this situation was starting to become exceedingly chaotic. The there were sounds at the main door. The crate that flown in the air, already damaged by the gunshots from moments ago, crashed onto the hard concrete floor. A single vial, one meal for the devils, rolled out of its wreckage. It caught Nozomi's eye, and finally snapped the vigilante woman into action from her stupor. This place was surely filled to the brim with impurities by now. It was unfortunate, but containing it all in this one place was the safest bet for now and hope that the Kegare wouldn't develop further before Nozomi could sneak back in to perform a proper purification ritual. While it would be dangerous to let even one piece of the devils' banquet to leave this place, she could use it as a sacrificial component to purify this whole area of its influence once she returns. "I owe you my life, but we must not idle!" Nozomi, still clad in her red aura, took a running start towards the exit that the grenade girl had gone, grabbing the vial and shoving it in the salt pouch on her belt as she did so. A small handful of salt exited the pouch with the same motion. The miko yelled one other thing to her mysterious saver as she sprinted. "I'll explain later!" She didn't assume someone less versed in the spiritual matters to understand why she had done what she had, but it was of essence that they ran now while the law enforcement was still slightly disorganized. Should they meet again, or have a moment of respite from this mess, Nozomi was certain that she could explain the necessity of her actions in a completely satisfactory manner. "Kannagara!" A single roaring word of prayer came out of her mouth as she chugged the salt in an arc in front of her as she made her way out of the port side door of the warehouse. Once outside, she would make a straight line to the water and would, without hesitation, take a dive into the sea, ignoring anything that wouldn't have actually prevented her from doing so. The water was cold, but nothing that Nozomi couldn't tolerate for now. The bigger problem was her aura; she would need all of the energy that she could generate to have the energy to swim to a safer point of exit on the mainland, but it would also mean that she'd have an increasingly darkening red glow around her as she did. She couldn't take long dives or else she'd stop being able to regulate her breathing, and lose control of her powers. But there was nothing that she herself could do about it. She'd just have to figure things out on the other side... assuming that she'd make it across in the first place. ----- WC: 666 - Nozomi is taken off-guard by a lot of the sudden developments, but Acid Rush is there to shield her. - Nozomi states her gratitude, grabs the vial from the ground and makes a break for it hoping that the police haven't started to target them quite yet - Unless something happens to change this situation, Nozomi will attempt to simply swim away to some safer spot to exit the area, utilizing the stamina that she still has left.
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Post by Sekkeno Awa on Jan 8, 2020 7:00:34 GMT -4
Sekkeno's heart raced, unable to react as the hero rounded the corner and!... Ran straight past her! The girl slowed down just a tad to spin around, and get another look at him, expecting a sudden trick maneuver to come back around and hit her where it really hurt! Only it never came, in fact by the time she actually managed to get a good look behind her he was already gone without a trace! Good riddance! She didn't need some goody-two-shoes getting in the way now! She would be heading out of the port-side warehouse doors as even more lights in the warehouse would flick on. There wasn't much time left at all! She needed a way out of there and fast! Her eyes were quick to fasten themselves to the boat nearby. Perfect! It must have been what those goons had come in on! Sekkeno couldn't help but squeal a little bit at how lucky she was! Oooohh it was going to be so much fun to get out of there on a cool little boat like that! Sekkeno's hands shot to her ears the very moment that she heard that gunfire! What the hell kind of psycho was carrying around a gun like that in there?! It must have been that vigilante that passed her! She didn't know how but he must have been hiding that kind of monster somewhere! The shock to her senses was too much! She just needed to get out of there! Her mouth was starting to feel positively parched, but she didn't have the time to think about that anymore! licking her lips just one last time, Sekkeno would attempt to blow another bubble quite a bit larger than herself and draped it over herself like a protective shell! She knew that the sea water would dilute the soap in her bubble really quick, but she needed to get out of there as fast as she could! If guns were going to go off the moment she tried to get near a boat there were far better ways to make a quick escape! With a running start, the girl would get a running start right off the docks, the bubble she made getting dragged along with every step that she took. Never once in those past few minutes had her heart stopped pounding. She loved it, the exhilaration scratching at the back of her mind every waking moment, and as she approached that final leap, she couldn't help but let out one final cry of excitement: "BONNSAAII!" After that, she would leap off into ocean, her limbs tucked into a cannonball, but she would not be splashed with the salty sea just yet! So long as her bubble could hold itself together, she would have it put forward and off into the night as far as to somewhere else that wasn't infested with law enforcement as she could muster! Hopefully she wouldn't end up having to swim too far! WC: 497- Thinks that she's about to get smacked by Acid Rush, but that never comes - Gets out just as Mr. Owner is about to go sicko mode - About to get on the boat, likely not seeing Ndeye or Luzia after leaving portside. - Gunfire blares out, Sekkeno thinks that the vigilante was responsible for it - Hops into the ocean instead, a bit superstitious, she's going to take the ocean instead - Makes a bubble to fend off the water for a bit and jumps into the water, using her quirk to push the bubble away from all this chaos! Hopefully she won't have to swim too far!
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