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Post by Deleted on Jul 30, 2020 22:43:10 GMT -4
What once started off as a day of peace for the citizens of Musutafu was now a living horror show filled with fear and the stench of death. The hard work that the citizens had put into rebuilding the town was once again laid to ruin. Small fires had broken out throughout the town and the residents fled in panic as ravenous, rotting beings flooded the streets, attacking those they considered prey. Skeletons with weapons destroyed everything in their path, laying ruin upon the town. Zombies. Skeletons. The stench of death. This felt truly like the end of days for Musutafu. Pro heroes and students were stretch thin, trying to find and quell the force causing all of this. They did their best to evacuate the citizens to safe areas, taking out as many zombies and skeletons as they could. Injuries were stacking high, overwhelming the medical team on scene. Small riots broke among of the citizens, blaming each other for their woes. While the chaos and panic ensued, a figure dressed in a black skin tight body suit and red mask made his way through the army zombies and skeletons. They bowed before him, saluting him as though soldiers would salute a general on the battlefield. He was clad in red armor with long black hair and purple eyes with rings in them. "Ah," he sighed, pleased at the chaos that had unfolded. He removed his red mask, a smile of joy on his face. "It has been so long since I got to watch mayhem and conflict. And now, thanks to Master Loki, I get to do it all over again." He danced around in the streets, as though the screams was a song to his ears. But this felt... out of place. He had these screams before and it did not pique his interest like it use to. Why was that? Maybe because he had the wrong tools. Or maybe he needed a new subject. "The beauty of art unfolded here. But this is somewhat... boring, to be honest. I need a stage to display my talents."
For so many years, he lied in his cold grave, waiting to reign supreme again. His wonderful designs carried by his armies- the five wooden caskets that contained his work of art. The art he created took many lives, captivating them in a wonderful look of despair and ruin. But the people did not agree with his wonderful work. They captured him and punished him. He was sentenced to death many years ago due to how people hated his "wonderful art." His art of chaos. How dare they silence him. How dare they ruin his show. And now, he would show them all what true art was. A silence fell across the army. They remained motionless as the purple-eyed figure seem to be looking for someone. The voice of his master whispered in his head. He gave smile of pleasure and enjoyment. "You are right, master. If one wants to truly create an art of chaos, they must start at the foundation." The man turned his attention to the gates UA High School. "Would-be conquerors always believed that it's taking out the ruling monarchy or ruling over the world as being a simple art of chaos," he continued as he petted the skull of one of the skeletons "But no. If you want to destroy a system, you have to go after the foundation- the future of the world. The young ones."The man walked slowly to the gates as armies of a hundred or so skeletons and zombies lined up in the path leading to the UA Main Gate. "It is time for a new show. A new work of art. The play of how the great UA felled before the beauty of my art. Beware, UA High! THE PUPPETEER LIVES AGAIN!"
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Post by Chikako Safaia on Aug 5, 2020 4:43:45 GMT -4
Chikako was not in the best of statuses after her fist fight with her dad only a handful of days ago and best and behold, ZOMBIES are the next thing to bug her behind repair! Damned if you do, damned if you don't as the saying goes, it seems. 'Fucking hell, one day it is this, the next day it is that? Some load of bull if I ever heard of it', Chikako thought to herself bitterly as she was walking to the gates brooding over current events involving some 'villian' named Loki.
Begrudgingly, Chikako finally made it to the entrance of the gate hearing the clattering of the enemies feet and nose they were making; there was a fair number of them so it seemed by the noise they were producing in mass. Dark digital like smoke began to appear in front of Chikako into the manifestation of her seven foot summon appeared(His appear is Rem from Deathnote). Tenbi let out a bloodcurdling scream as he leaned back, the rage coming off from Chikako seemed to make him angrier himself and he was all to anxious too pay the new guy at the gates a visit. Though, Tenbi and Chikako held off for a while, waiting for the other students to show up before they went off to do there own thing; there was safety in numbers even the loner knew that.
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Post by Jack Orion on Aug 7, 2020 15:33:08 GMT -4
Normally, Jack would be the kind of person that would be admittedly rather anxious for something like this. A literal army at U.A.'s doorstep? A stench of death and decay fell over the school, as hordes of zombies and skeletons approached the school. The scenery was enough to make any normal person quake in fear at the sight. It was like it was straight out of a zombie apocalypse movie. Under most circumstances, Jack would have been more sympathetic, as he himself would have been terrified at the situation. However, with Jack, it was by no means a normal circumstance. The dragon boy had been out and about just the day before, searching for information regarding Meara and her kidnapping. He had made progress - GOOD progress. He had a scent memorized, he had something to look for. For the first time in this very, very long week, Jack felt truly hopeful and energetic. He wanted to get out there again, to go off what he had now and hopefully get some more concrete answers...and, admittedly, some revenge. Even if the thought of it made Jack's mouth taste like bile. Then, of course, this happened. He knew that someone had been grave-robbing, but he never could have guessed it was for something of this scale. Jack thought the robbing alone was vile - these were people's family members and loved ones that they were messing with. This, however, was a whole new low. It made Jack's blood boil even more than before. The guy even doing anything like this was despicable in itself, but now he was just flat out getting in Jack's way personally. To him, that wasn't going to fly by any means. He would do what he could to at least spare the corpses any major damage...but those who wanted to stand in his way would have no mercy shown to them by the dragon boy. Especially whoever was leading this particular brigade of troops. Jack already took on his massive, draconic form long before he had shown up at the gates. The moment Ms. Keiko gave him the go ahead, he transformed in preparation. He skulked towards the entrance of U.A., where the hordes were waiting just outside. At the moment, only Chikako was there as well. She seemed relatively angry herself, judging by her demeanor and her summon being just as angry looking. He didn't really know if she was going through anything herself, but now wasn't the time of a heart-to-heart. He would sit down on his haunches besides her, glancing down at her and nodding in understanding. His horns and gem on his chest were a crimson red, emitting a bright red aura and lightning, a testament to the rage Jack was feeling himself. He didn't know what she was dealing with, but he at least wanted her to know that he was at least here and feeling anger as well. Hopefully they could actually put that anger to good use. "God, do you ever shut up? You sound like a god damn anime villain from the 2010's! Pretty cowardly in itself that you're bringing an army to deal with kids! What, didn't have enough attention when you were alive before?" he mocked back as the villain made some grand speech towards the school. His eyes burned a golden hue, not really giving a damn about any theatrics this dumbass wanted to pull. If Jack got anywhere close to him, he'll make the bastard wish he could go back to his grave. His tail swayed to and fro, the dragon just wanting to get out there and get this over with. However, he waited for now, waiting for the others to arrive so that things didn't get too hectic too quickly. He didn't know how strong these things were yet - no point in rushing in head first. Almost made that mistake too many times as it is. ( Jack's voice for anyone curious xD Moreso the doubled version)
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Post by Dajh Amare Zane Yun on Aug 7, 2020 17:11:36 GMT -4
Amare had heard the call to arms earlier. Apparently zombies had been the cause for alarm with them appearing all around the city. Heroes had been dispatched everywhere leaving only a small force to defend the school. Amare was amongst the defending unit due to his choice to avoid being sent out. According to online, UA had actually been caught off guard with this attack and everybody was scrambling not only to defend but also root out the main cause of the attack and snuff it. If he had a choice however, Amare would of liked to stay inside, avoid the whole thing entirely. His hands shaking as he got dressed to head to the front, the smell came first. It was like rotting food but ten times worse forcing an involuntary gag to escape the young teens mouth. He was on all fours hacking and coughing trying to collect himself. Did he really have to go out? It was like an apocalypse and in those types of situations was it not the one who stayed put the one who survived the longest?
Gathering himself, Amare grudgingly left his dorm and headed to the front gates. The dorms were mostly empty and same with the halls the sound of his foots echoing sending a shiver down his spine. The door soon came into view the stench growing to an intense state. Stepping outside into the night Amare would see other students had already started to arrive, the young hero himself only hearing the ending part of what he assumed was the villains speech. He had remembered in class that most villains always had something to say towards those who tried to stop them. Whether it was the police or Heroes very few of them actually surrendered until they were beaten and bloodied.
The growling dragon he identified as Jack though the other student he was not familiar with. They both seemed extremely angry though Amare could not figure out why. It was a villain, and he was attacking the Heroes. It made sense so why were they angry at him? Amare would have to make a note to ask them later though the sight of the zombies unnerved Amare alot. Their decaying flesh and gaunt looks made Amare want to leave but he could not. He was a Hero, or at least in training and would have to do his part in repelling the hoard. It was just no matter where he looked the nasty rotting flesh zombie or bare bone skeleton was vacantly staring back at him. The hairs on his neck stood up as he became apart of the intensity of the stand-off.
"Hurry up with it then.."
He would mumble under his breathe as he stood nearby Jack waiting for the villain to make their first move.
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Post by Fujou Nozomi on Aug 9, 2020 21:41:06 GMT -4
What was supposed to have been a confrontation between the mysterious red-clad man and the ones who kept guard at the entrance had attracted the attention from an unlikely source. The horde's path of chaos and destruction was being traced by someone, Clad in their holy garments and white fox mask, carrying with them a makeshift torch and hopes of a successful exorcism. She had already instructed her few followers on how to ward off evil spirits to protect themselves, but they were not in a position to endanger themselves like Nozomi was. She found herself staring at a gathering of dozens upon dozens of the deceased, gathered before the way to the entrance but having yet to engage in anything unseemly. There was still a chance to solve this without having to conflict with the spirits, which was good. They didn't seem to have acknowledged the masked miko's presence, but that would change soon enough. She would start to confidently approach the horde's backs until she would be at a comfortable chanting distance. Someone let out an unholy scream that Nozomi could only associate with the malicious looking spirit that had appeared at the gates. Yet another problem to be dealt with, but she could only hope that it was merely a different spirit of the deceased that had been attracted by the activity of this gathering. There was other ruckus from the UA side of the gate alongside it, but nothing that sounded like an active conflict quite yet. Thus the priority remained on pacifying the horde. Nozomi stopped, took a deep breath, and begun the rites. She would loudly clap her free hand against the forearm of the occupied one, and chanted: "Noooooow theeeeeen! Noooooow theeeeeen! Paaaaaassiiiiiing aaaaaareeeeee aaaaaall creaaaaaatioooooons!"The vowels of each word were stretched out to great lengths, and were in a sense sung at such a stoic, elongated manner that it might have been hard to make out what the words were unless one was focusing on it. The torch was waved from left, to right, to left: a calm wave followed by another clap, and another line: "Noooooow theeeeeen! Noooooow theeeeeen! Seaaaaaasoooooon's paaaaaassiiiiiing gooooooveeeeeerns aaaaaall!"Having chanted the second line, there would be a a moment of silence. Nozomi's free hand would wander into one of the pouches that were hung by her waist, grabbing a fistful of salt and spreading it in a violent arc in the air before her as she would start to take slow steps forward towards the deceased, continuing to repeat that action as she did. The torch was held forth as Nozomi would observe the scene in front of her, and possible effects of her actions, with calm resolution.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 10, 2020 21:20:14 GMT -4
The youth was so noisy these days. A girl who seemed to have some monster for a pet. A little boy pretending to be a dragon. Oooh, scary. A boy who was about to piss himself at the slightest “boo” thrown in his direction. Is this what UA send to defend its gates? Was this some kind of joke. They send kids to fight an army? This had to be a joke. The villain howled with laughter. “What a pathetic sight,” said the Puppeteer in between his laughter. “Of all the pros they could have sent, they send a bunch of children to do their dirty work.” What a fun day indeed. He could have just sent his army to do the work. He was hoping to fight an actual pro to work out the kinks of being dead for so long. Instead, he was delivered some snot-nosed brats who couldn’t even wipe their own behind. The dragon before him was reacting, telling the man of his disapproval of his entry. “I say what I want little boy,” the Puppeteer smirked. “Why are you so angry? Did a mean old knight steal your treasure?” he mocked at Jack. He turned to Amare and smiled. “Don’t worry young man. This will all be over soon. And all of you would be a wonderful display for my art.” He then looked at Chikako. "Child, you think that scares me? I have seen scarier monster in the afterlife."He looked at each student as the army filed behind him preparing for the order. “As much as I want to entertain this fun little fight, I have other agendas to attend to.” He looked at one of the skeletons. “You. Wipe them out and bring me their bodies. And make sure-.”
Before he could complete his thought, he heard chanting in the background. The puppeteer ordered a few skeletons to turn themselves into a stand so he could see over the army of what was coming in the back. After the skeletons reassembled themselves into a stand, the Puppeteer climbed on top to see who the next opponent would be. From the chanting, it sounded like a priest. A woman clad in holy garments and a white fox mask was chanting in the back, throwing salt and waving it back and forth. “What the hell are you doing?” The man yelled loud enough for everyone to hear. “Are you trying to season my army for dinner or something? Your silly chanting won’t cleanse them that easily.” He sat on his skeleton stand and put his hand in the head. “This is quite silly. Kill them all and bring me back their bodies. I have things that need to be prepped.”As most of the skeletons and zombies went charging to the woman behind the army and the rest at the front gate, the man sat down on his skeleton throne and opened his notebook. It was worn and torn from the years it had spent in the grave with him, but he still remembered the words. “Bring me the first casket,” ordered to the zombies. As the zombies put down the casket, he said, “Now… die for me.” The zombies felled apart at the seams, no look of horror or sadness on their faces. The puppeteer hated that. He lived for the look of fear and despair on people’s faces. It was his validation as an artist. The zombies crumbled into dust as it seeped into the casket. The casket started to glow an eerie black. The Puppeteer remembered how he got these ones. It was his first kill. Two young unsuspecting teens were in the forest together frolicking about like some love bitten sickos. They were the first in his wonderful project. He still remembered when he killed both of them, the look of horror on their face. Their lives cut short before it even began. It was a beautiful moment for the man. One that he cherished deeply. “The first act,” the puppeteer said, as though narrating a play to audience, “involves the act of two lovers who died in each other’s arms. They were lost in the world and were forbidden to fall in love with one another due to their differences. They vowed that they would be together forever. They drank poison together and they died together holding each other close.” The casket started to creak open as two wooden figures stepped out. One had red hair and look to be a male with jagged teeth and sharp spikes on him. The other one was a woman with blue hair and blades sticking out of her body. The sound clacking of their bodies sounded throughout the field as they aligned themselves. [smear:#e63619]SUICIDE LOVERS, DANCE FOR ME. FILL THEIR SOULS WITH POISON AND WITHER THEM TO DUST. [/smear:#192de6:2] The man looked at the students, smiling an evil grin as his eyes glowed an eerie yellow. [smear:#e63219] THE FIRST ACT: ROMEO AND JULIET.[/smear:#2a19e6:2]
The puppets stood upright looking at their prey. The students. Blue thin lines appeared to connect from both of them and hooked themselves to the puppeteer. “Now my wonderful subjects,” he said pointing at the students. “They have stolen the fountain of your youth. Take it back from them my dearies. Show them what true fear is.”
Of course, this was the first of many acts. There were four caskets to go, each with their own act. A play of death and despair for the young ones who dared oppose him. He never needed this army. His puppets were his army. And soon, after he wiped these children, he would add more to his collection. Yes, the dragon would be turned into a kite puppet. He would make the other two into his bodyguards. And the chanting woman would be made into his wooden music box. The plans the man though of was so delightful. He sat back and watch the show, his two puppet minions prepared for the first attack. He knew this pathetic army would be wiped by a bunch of children. But who cares? The real show was about to begin.
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Post by Jack Orion on Aug 12, 2020 16:50:44 GMT -4
Jack's eyes narrowed as the villain would promptly mock the dragon himself. It was honestly such a weak-willed attempt at a taunt, that Jack almost laughed. However, he bit his tongue, especially as he remembered well that his treasure was very much stolen from him. A light snarl emitted from his chest, but past that he didn't react much. He did, however, quickly decide that he was going to tear him apart the moment the chance arrived.
He then looked down at Amare, who looked like he was shaking at the situation. At first, he thought that the newbie was just upset not to get any action, but...the poor guy was just afraid. Jack tapped him lightly with his tail, looking meaningfully at him. "Chin up, amigo. We've got work to do," he said, trying to at least get his head in the game. With that, he would actually kneel down beside him, offering for him to get on. At the least there, he would be relatively safe. Of course, he could always decline the offer and try to tough it out, but that was all up to him.
In either regard, he would then look up to see a woman he didn't exactly recognize chanting. He raised a non-existent eyebrow at her. A vigilante, trying to protect U.A.? The irony was so potent that Jack could almost taste it. Nonetheless, it did seem to give some sort of distraction at the least. He just didn't know what all this newbie's Quirk consisted of. Though, if it annoyed the villain so much, he would gladly take much more of it.
With that, Jack would take the frontal charge, with or without Amare. He knew well that Meara would want him to do his best and take the bastard out himself if he could, so he would take on the leader role of this group by the horns. "Alright, folks, heads up! Make this creep regret messing with U.A.!" he exclaimed, bursting open the gates and letting out a deep, heroic roar that would shake the immediate area around him. He watched as the villain would summon his apparent 'First Act'...at it was to the tune of Romeo and Juliet. "Using the dead to play some sort of puppet show? Pretty pathetic, considering you're hardly more of a puppet yourself!" he snarled, leaping into action.
He decided to save his strength by taking down the zombies, slicing, and dicing with his claws at only half strength at most. He ran all around the area, the dragon being quite quick and nimble for his size. With how weak the zombies really were, he didn't take a single meaningful blow. Once about 50 had fallen down to the dragon's might, he would stop for a moment, taking everything in.
The bastard was seriously sitting in a chair while this was all going down? How pretentious could you get at this point? He quickly noticed that the man had four other coffins, similar to the ones his 'first act' came out of. He debated one whether it was really a good idea to attack those out of the gate, but decided to leave it for now.
Instead, his chest lit up a bright red, plasma crackling around his body as he charged an attack. He would fire off a huge, red laser at 'Romeo and Juliet', hoping to put an end to them quickly. They had blades on them, so he knew that he had to keep his distance. Either way, after the blast Jack would keep himself on the move, keeping an eye on the other caskets for the most part. If the guy was distracted, maybe he could destroy one or two of them before the bastard even got a chance to use them. Especially if this was all the puppet's Quirk had to offer.
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Post by Chikako Safaia on Aug 14, 2020 17:58:12 GMT -4
Chikako was already battered and bruised, her face bandaged up, so what was a couple more bruises going to do? Nothing, that is what, so what was a few more? She ignored the weird looking man's words, whom seemed to act like she gave a damn if he thought it was scary or not; end result was the same tenbi was going to rip him to shreds; he was just a dead corpse anyway.
Soon enough, tenbi was on the move towards the army, grasping the heads of two of the zombies nearest to him and slammed them into the floor brutely smashing their heads in. Tenbi would go on a rampage, slashing them to pieces with the blades that were scattered around his body, even going so far to bite the head off of one of the zombies. He did not care how he dispatched them, just that they were dead. Ten, then twenty, then thirty, then forty; the bodies just kept piling up as he shredded through them towards the mysterious stranger. However, stopped solemnly to look at the two new zombies that joined the fray trying to figure out what to do with them even chikako was puzzled at the new development
TLDR
Tenbi destroys forty zombies Tenbi and chikako stare at romeo and juliet in thought of what to do next.
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Post by Dajh Amare Zane Yun on Aug 16, 2020 2:31:22 GMT -4
The man that this rag-tag group of students have perceived as the enemy took his time in mocking each of them specifically probably flaunting a sense of difference in power that they as students could not understand. Amare would avoid eye contact with the man and his undead horde as they seemed to get closer...or was that just Amare's imagination? The thought of having to engage with them was testing his nerves as he felt the urge to flee build up rapidly. The low growling voice of Jack beside him brought him a small sense of comfort though the following gesture would of brought a familiar mischievous grin to the face of the dark skinned teen.
Climbing onto the back of the dragon, Amare would of found a comfortable spot a mere moments before Jack sprang into battle. Like a whirlwind he spun and clawed, jumped and tail whipped all the while Amare helped on tightly to whatever he could grip. For what it was worth, the entire ordeal was fun and when things died down another day, Amare would definitely ask to ride Jack again. The implications made his ears tingle granting a moment of perversion though that only granted injury as Amare slide from the dragon's back to the floor. It appeared his grip has lessened in his "private" thought process and that lack of concentration landed him away from Jack and surrounded by the undead. Taking a stance Amare would feel revitalized at something to look forward to once this was all over. Dodging, bobbing and weaving he would aim for the heads of the zombies and skeletons. Each punch was thrown in earnest and once a few fell confidence overtook the young fighter.
He lost count around 30 but he was sure at least 50 had fallen by his attacks. Unfortunately he himself had not come out unscathed as several small scratches on his back and legs tore at his clothes. His skin itself was unblemished(he hoped)because if he did receive a skin piercing wound would he turn into a zombie too? Wasn't that how it worked? Shaking his head to concentrate on whats going on, Amare would jog back towards Jack just as the dragon seemed to be glowing readying another attack. Not wanting to miss out on this opportunity, Amare would stand firm and point a single finger at the target he assumed Jack was aiming and yell
"Jack! Use Hyper Beam!"
Probably too close to the entire situation however, the young fighter would have to duck down and cover his ears missing the result of the blast as well as if it even hit its intended target.
- rode on Jack's back(call him Hiccup) - enjoyed the ride, until he was flung off - killed a few undead (50) - Ran back to Jack's side on square 7 - "Jack! Use Hyper Beam!"
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Post by Fujou Nozomi on Aug 17, 2020 21:38:03 GMT -4
The one leading the deceased ridiculed her actions, as well as those of the children who were putting their lives on the line, but Nozomi remained unfazed. Such an unruly spirit was would lash out towards anyone and everyone around them as their grudges and regrets tortured them from within; it couldn't be helped. Their actions had passed the point of reason long ago, and as such this would have to be done the hard way... but then again, that seemed to be the norm nowadays.
The deceased made their charge, both at her and at the students. She wouldn't be able to reach the students in time, so she could only put her hope in these trained yet misguided children to fend for themselves. And as for the horde that was coming at her... well, there was only one thing to be done. She had done her rites, and paid her respects. Next step was the exorcism itself.
"Noooooow theeeeeen, noooooow theeeeeen!"
A blue aura started to emerge from the masked miko as her free arm was pulled back with a sudden motion. Concentrating her energy into it, the open palm would be violently thrust in the air towards the undead horde that had begun its charge. It was accompanied by an equally violent (single) step forward, and an equally violent shout:
"Harusai*!"
Despite of the powerful momentum behind the strike, it would fail to physically connect with anything as the horde was still too far away. Instead, a powerful stream of energy erupted from her thrust, crashing head-on into the charging wave of the undead. It washed over the center horde, draining whatever power it was that was keeping their shambling bodies in motion and dragging them with it in a way that ended up dividing the charge in two. A pile of bodies, body parts and bones cluttered the ground alongside its path.
But Nozomi didn't stop there. "Raishun..." As soon as the energy of her aura had departed with the momentum, her stance dropped lower, placing her balance on the now frontal leg as her body twisted around its axis. "Kemikazuki**!"
The masked miko performed a powerful low spinning sweep, once again connecting with nothing but once again succeeding in sending out another stream of energy. A crescent blue shape traveled low to the ground, rushing past the ankles of the two charging waves, ridding them of their power to keep moving and felling them over simultaneously. Nozomi raised her gaze to observe what was left: still a handful, as such a wide attack had failed to penetrate through all of the corpses within the two former waves. But now their numbers were small, and individually their movements at close range were all too easy to see through. Whether it was through a simple thrust or powerful throw, the remains of the charge were left in remains themselves.
"...the first storm of spring, to wash away what has withered. Namu Busshin."
Nozomi had not counted how many had fallen through her hand, but if she had to guess the number must have been nearing half a hundred. She offered her small prayer for the sake of their souls, as well as for the ones that had been fell by the UA students... as violent as their methods had been. Even the dragon had omitted from breathing fire, an ability that Nozomi believed that that type of yokai had, which she found disappointing in an odd sense. The lack of cleansing fires of cremation was what had led to this kind of situation to arise in the first place.
But that line of thinking had a better time than now, when the malevolent spirit was still around. Nozomi was about to start her charge at him and the two beings that he had brought out in a rather theatrical manner, but she recognized the attack from her side by the collaborating kids in time to stop herself from doing so. Instead, she would stay back and observe what would happen as the dragon's flames were finally brought forth, keeping a close eye on the situation as she very slowly made her way forward.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 20, 2020 4:14:06 GMT -4
20 years ago.
"This is piling steam of crap!" He sat there, staring at the angry bald man. His yells could be probably heard through the studio as he threw the script at the young writer's face. "I paid millions of dollars for you to make this production! And what you gave is complete cat crap that I spend cleaning out of my cat's litter box in the morning!" The papers of the script feel around the young writer- like leaves on a dead tree. He was watching his dreams die right in front of him.
"Please, Director," the young writer pleaded, trying to catch the fallen sheets. "This is the script of a lifetime. Think of the accolades that would come our way. This play would put the studio on the map." The bald director rubbed the bridge of his nose in agitation as though trying to rid himself of an invisible headache. "This is not a play," he said trying to catch his breath. "This is a bunch of things stitched together from other people's work. The copyright lawsuits would go through the roof if they see this! I would lose the studio, you bumbling idiot."
The young writer panicked, looking for a way to please his boss. "But if you look at it and give it another chance-" The director cut him off-putting his hand in front of him. "It's over. No more chances! I want you to turn in your studio pass and I want you out by the end of the day!" He got and opened the door. "Now get the hell out of my office!"
Hours later
The director was bleeding profusely, many cuts and stitches adorned across his body. He was tied to a chair, his security guard lying dead on the floor. The room was filled with darkness as he sat in the room, the source of light shining on him. "You won't get away this!" he yelled at his assailant. "When they find you, they will execute you for your crimes!"
The assailant stepped out with a smile on his face. The young writer was in control now. This was his play and the director was just an actor in it all. "It is a wonderful night for a show, isn't, Director?" the young writer asked with an evil smile on his face. He twirled a surgical knife in his hand, the blade covered in blood. "You would never have guessed that you hired a quirker in your studio. I could only imagine how stupid you must feel right now." He swung the blade back in forth in front of the man. "My quirk allows me to turn anyone dead into a wonderful puppet. The only problem was that you are not a quirker. So made some modifications to you. I could have done it after I killed you, but this was more fun."
The young writer walked up next to him, pressing the blade to his throat. "All you had to do was say 'yes'. None of this would have to happen if you accepted my script. My talent. My god work. But you threw it all away. Just like you did my family- and my dreams." The director spat blood in his face. "Screw you! I hope you burn in hell!" The young writer grinned pressing the blade harder against the director's throat. "You first, Director," he said. The last thing that was heard in the studio was the horrible screams of the director.
Flashback ended.
The puppeteer took a deep breath, relishing in the memory. His second kill. His justification for having his art denied. He looked to the second casket. Now the Director worked for him- as one of his wonderful creations. But first thing's first... Oh right on time. The students and the wannabe hero had ripped through the pathetic army like tissue paper. The woman behind him prayed for the souls of the loss. There was no need. Their souls belong to him now. And his civilians ran into the area in fear- ten to be exact, one of them being a young child- his collection was about to get bigger.
The dragon was an interesting fellow. It seems he did not like his taunts or his plays. His response with his plasma beam said that much, traveling at high speeds at Romeo and Juliet. The puppeteer gave an evil smirk. This would work out better than he thought. The laser beam hit its targets, kicking up a cloud of large dust and smoke as an explosion ensued. The puppets took most of the damage, but this is what the puppeteer wanted. His puppets had a neat little... trick.
"I may be a puppet in your eyes, young man," the puppeteer's words reaching out of the clouds of smoke. "But I am the one who is pulling the strings on this play." As he said this, millions of small purple marbles rolled out of the smoke. A few of them surrounded the feet of the young girl with the demon, while the others went to the feet of the civilians. The civilians stopped in their path, looking at the marbles with curiosity.
The smoke cleared to reveal Romeo and Juliet lying in a pile, broken apart but undamaged by the blast- as though they were freshly made. "Thank you for wiping out the army for me," he said to the students. The piles of zombies were absorbed into the remaining four caskets, causing an eerie black glow. "Let me thank you in kind with two special gifts. My first gift- [smear:#e61519]FIRST ACT, INTERLUDE. LOVER'S POISONOUS MIST. [/smear:#6719e6:0]
The purple marbles exploded into tiny pops, releasing a purple thick smog into the areas that it was released in. Chikako and the civilians were covered in a cloud of thick purple smog, making it hard for someone to see in. If one is caught in this, they would know that their skin has a purple tinge to it. Their lungs would feel like the air was sucked out of them. It would seem that anyone caught in this was poisoned, the civilians coughing up blood and hitting the ground.
While this was happening, the puppeteer kept reading. "The young couple found themselves in a predicament, wandering through the underworld to be brought back to life. They come across an evil being, who would grant them what they wished for- as long he was given in something in return." The second casket open and a wooden puppet that resembled a fat man painted in sickish green. He was wearing a dirty white turban with a cigar sticking out of his mouth. It look like their were red stitches and sores all over his body.
[smear:#67b525]GRANT THEIR WISHES AND PUNISH THEM FOR THEIR SINS. THE GOLDEN ROAD IS PAVED IN BLOOD. SECOND ACT: GENIE.[/smear:#2a62a2:0]
The puppet stood upright waiting for his master's command. And to make matters worse, the puppets that Jack to down were already snapped back together. "Since you was so nice to help," he said turning to Jack, "allow me to return the favor." Romeo and Juliet charged Jack and Amare, their blades and spikes sticking out.
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Post by Chikako Safaia on Aug 22, 2020 19:40:29 GMT -4
Tenbi rushed towards the man behind it all, the puppeteer guy. If they wanted this to end soon, it would only make sense we start with the main guy before he summoned even more of his "toys". Tenbi crossed their arms and went ahead to try and ram the being with the spikes that adorned their arms so plentifully, skewer the already dead man and but this whole plan to a stop before it fully began; that was the hope anyway. After all, it seemed that some nasty area of effect was happening and they would much prefer that to end before it got much worse; Chikako was already afflicted after all.
On the other side of things; it was not looking nice for Chikako, she felt a nasty feeling in their throat as the poison began to set into her body; it was to say the least not pleasant at all. She knew she was already inflicted, however she ripped a piece of her pants off to wrap around her face to try and minimalize the exposure that she had, tying it as tightly as she could without making it impossible to breath. She was unsure what kind of poison it was, but sometimes the particles are big enough to be caught into the cloth.
TLDR:
C rank smash towards madara Chikako wraps cloth around face
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Post by Jack Orion on Aug 24, 2020 11:35:11 GMT -4
Jack glanced over at Amare briefly as he commanded him to use 'Hyper Beam'. He narrowed his eyes lightly at him, knowing that this wasn't exactly the best time for Capsulmon references. What would Jack even BE, anyway? A Dragonite? Reshiram? Salamence, maybe? Before Jack realized it, for a split second he actually got distracted in his thoughts. He shook his head a little bit, snorting out a puff of steam from his nose. "Amare, keep it up and I'll dunk you in the lake after this is all over..." he muttered, taking a light page out of Jaz's book from when she did that to him. His senpai would be proud of him.
Nonetheless, Jack would fire off a mighty laser at the duo of puppets that were now approaching them. He grinned in satisfaction as it made a direct hit, and he could see them fall apart within the smoke cloud that would ensue. However, that dust cloud would quickly begin to change color, and Jack realized quickly what was going on. "Of course you would do something like this..." he grumbled, knowing what he had to do, and make sure he did it fast. Luckily, if there was anything Jack was known for other than his inherent Quirk abilities, it was also his speed.
He looked towards Amare and the vigilante, yelling at the both of them. "FOCUS ON THE CIVILIANS FOR NOW! WE CAN'T HAVE ANY MORE CASUALTIES!" he said, knowing well that anyone who died would just become another puppet for the sick bastard. While he wasn't keen on having a vigilante helping them much, he knew well that they needed all hands on deck to keep the civilians safe. Even if it meant having to bend the rules just a little bit.
He would spread his wings wide, and, while he knew that he wasn't TECHNICALLY supposed to fly, this was for the greater good. He would take the lecture later if it meant keeping everyone safe. He flew up, far out of the range of Romeo and Juliet, and made sure to take a deep breath and hold it as he dove towards the largest group of civilians. With his size, it wouldn't be an issue to carry all of them at once - it was more a problem of how fast that Genie puppet was. Seriously, what was this, copyrighted story time? Just unoriginal, the dragon felt.
Once Jack had landed, making sure to hold his breath as long as possible, he wasted no time at all, grabbing every civilian around him with his tail and placing them quickly but gently onto his back, before moving to the next one. Every now and again, he would hold whatever people were on his back and make a gigantic leap up, just to take another lung-full of air, before diving back down and continuing his rescue operation.
Once he had gotten everyone onto his back, he would make a B-Line right for U.A.! The dragon, despite his size, was easily as quick as a car doing 60 MPH down the highway, and he wasted no time worrying about the puppets, even if for whatever reason they would try to intercept him, he would weave and dodge out of the way, or even leap over them altogether. If successful in his attmepts, he would make sure that the civilians were safe and on their way to get some first aid, before jumping back into the fray, either rescuing whatever civilains were left...or knowing that he may want to help Chikako in her fight against the Puppeteer.
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Post by Dajh Amare Zane Yun on Aug 26, 2020 5:51:51 GMT -4
Amare would of covered his ears at hearing the ground rumbling voice of dragon-form Jack. His palms always got sweaty whenever he heard that voice and the thought of being thrown into the lake made him rethink his current choices. Of course Amare was always the one playing jokes on Jack but when the dragon-boy took things too seriously, Amare was always the one who had to pay for it. No matter the form of punishment. The beam that Jack had let loose flew straight towardsd the two puppets with the resulting blast huge and loud. The young teen had to peer through the smoke and debris from between his arms as he used them to block anything from getting into his eyes.
The chanting girl from earlier now that he was closer, Amare could see was pretty good looking. Her entourage complimented her well but her voice was something he did not expect. It was definitely louder than he assumed most of the religious sect were capable of, but then again if you had to preach to a large amount of people, yelling was probably the best way to do it. Those shockwaves off of her attacks were awesome though, maybe he could produce something like that in his own way. Jack's loud dragon voice rose in Amare's head again shaking his bones as it yelled a message about focusing on the civilians. As much as he would of loved to do that, he could not because there was the two puppets Jack had earlier destroyed soaring right at him!
"Sorry Jack I got my hands full here."
Getting into a fighting stance Amare would notice the blades the enemies had and keep note of trying not to get hit by them. He would pay attention however and attempt to peer at them to see if the weapons had anything that looked like poison on them because that would alter how he thought he would deal with them. One opponent was alot, two opponents were a handful, two opponents with weapons that were poisoned were probably outside of his scope to handle.
"Hey uh...Holy Lady? Could you help me out over here?"
Amare would say at the appropriate volume in an attempt to get the chanting woman to aid him in the impending fight against the two puppets the villain called Romeo and Juliet. Maybe the puppets had some sort of weak point? He was not familiar with puppets but maybe up close Amare could discern something of note to base his attacks off of, otherwise he would focus on defense and act as more of a distraction than anything. If the puppets were focusing him, that meant they could not be attacking anyone else.
Durability - E Strength - E Speed - E
Combat Skills: Boxing - F Aftermath(quirk attack; receives hits then returns it back at target dealing burn): F
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Post by Fujou Nozomi on Aug 28, 2020 3:29:45 GMT -4
Things got chaotic quickly after the breath attack. The puppets spread more vile poison before recollecting themselves, and bystanders got caught up in this scene of rampage. Thankfully, the children were quick to react to this, with the dragon even trying to commandeer Nozomi into helping them. But things weren't quite that simple. Nozomi had no wings. Sudden rushes were as notable in Sumai Kagura as they were in Sumo, but not to an extent that was required in this situation. And the dragon seemed to have a good uptake on that part himself, with carrying space to spare. So instead, Nozomi would focus on the source of the problem, that being the puppets and their crooked master. Most notably, two of the puppets seemed to be headed towards the most passive of the children, who might have also been the youngest. His request for help sealed the deal on him being the miko's current number one objective. She would rush to stand between him and the charging puppets. She turned her masked face towards the boy. "I shall do my best to thwart them, but stay on guard."With that said, Nozomi resumed her wide fighting stance, yelling her rejection at the malevolent puppeteer for what he had said. "And who are you to speak of sin?! Your very being is bathed in corruption!"
Should either, or both, puppets try to continue their charge at the young student, Nozomi would direct blows to their bare parts in such a way that their trajectory would be diverted, continuing to do so should the puppets just attempt to do so again straight away. She would do her best to keep the puppets occupied until the civilians were in safety, and their group could focus fully on the source of the problem. It would also be important information to see whether these grazing blows would have any effect, not only in their strength but in their spiritual potency thanks to Nozomi's aura.
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