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Post by Deleted on Aug 29, 2020 0:42:23 GMT -4
The puppeteer was in delight. Romeo and Juliet got one of the students. But it did even more. It hit some fear-induced civilians, also making them poisoned as well. Nice more puppets to play with. That is until the boy interfered.
The dragon boy was fast, picking up the scared people and flying them safely into UA. However, he did get lucky. One of the civilians who was not holding on properly managed to fall off the young dragon and skidded a few feet to his left. Oh, happy days! It was though the universe was rewarding him for his wonderful play. And this one was a child no less. No older than his adopted daughter was when he died 20 years ago. Perfect for a new puppet.
Flashback
"Chereka, did you enjoy your ice cream?" The young father looked at his adopted daughter. She smiled at her adopted papa, happy with how her day turned out. "Yes, papa," the little girl answered back. "Thank you for taking me out today. I am sorry that you lost your job." Her father's happy face went solemn for a second before going back. "It's okay, my little one. I will find a better job. And we will get to play with puppets all day long. Just like we use to." The girl smiled at her dad's response as the two continued their stroll down the sidewalk.
Later that night
"I am sorry about this. I'm truly am," the young gentleman said as he filled his syringe with green liquid. He was off in the abandoned studio that he was fired from a year ago. It had closed due to the Director's body never being recovered. Many people quit after the incident of the missing director and the dead bodyguard, fearing for their safety. This allowed the young writer to use it for his... art.
And today he had two subjects under his care. Two young boys, no older than eighteen, were tied up to chairs. They were the bullies that picked on her darling Chereka on her way from school each day. "Hey, mister. Please let us go," one of the boys cried pleading to the writer. "We meant no harm honest. We will give you whatever you want." The writer looked at the sniveling boy disgusted. "How dare you offer me penance for your crimes? My daughter did you no wrong. Yet you bullied her and called her names. You disgust me."
The other boy was trying to wiggle free from his bindings. "You going too far over a joke, sir!" the boy yelled. "Everyone gets picked on. We were just teasing her, that's all!" The young writer had enough and his remorse became anger. "My daughter crying every night for being different. For being called a freak! That goes beyond teasing!" He approached the boys his anger now turning into a maddening grin. "You thought my daughter being a quirker was funny, huh?! Well, we'll see who has the last laugh! Scream all you want. The walls are soundproofed! Fight against your bindings! You won't get free." He leaned in close to the two boys. "And you will never get to see your parents again. They have no idea where you are." The look of horror on the boys' faces was a realization that this was their final moment.
Flashback ended.
The third and fourth kill. He did for justice. To rewrite the world into a play that would change how things were done. How people were treated. If his daughter could see him now. But now was not the time for that. There were more pressing matters to attend to.
Romeo and Juliet charged Amare, but luckily the holy woman's interference caused a few issues. She met his puppets blow for blow, and they dished it back twice as much. Her hits were hard. The puppeteer could feel it, just like he felt the hit from earlier from the dragon. Although his hit did not burn, the hit did affect him. One of the side effects of his quirk. Whatever happened to his puppets, he could feel the damage. However, the benefit of being undead was that you felt no pain. You didn't feel tired. You just felt... reborn, in a way. "I may be a sinner," the puppeteer said looking at the holy woman, "but my art will be a blessing. Soon you will be free of your own sins."
The holy woman's blows were successful causing the puppets to move to where the child was. Of course, there was a trade off. If Amare would look closely, he could see the purple ooze trickled from the woman's wounds. She would probably be feeling the same effects of the poison the puppets spreaded earlier. This could to be troublesome.
"Romeo and Juliet," the puppeteer commanded. "Fetch me the child." The puppets began to move onto the unsuspecting child. However, just as they were about to move, the puppets fell apart, trying to pull themselves together. The woman's hits must been harder than he thought. He pulled the strings to retreat them away from danger. They needed time to regroup. Plus, they had use their fail-safe already. He needed to pull them together.
But it didn't stop there. The demon girl was also taking a swing at him with her spiky-demon friend. "Genie, stop him!" However the genie was no match for awesome might of the monster as it rammed into the puppet. It smashed itself through the wooden puppet. Another weakness. Brute force. And each time the puppeteer "pulled" the puppets together it took longer to do it again and again. This was becoming troublesome. That hit was a lot worse as a piece of his torso flew off. He grabbed it and put it back into place, jumping further back away from the demon. The head of the genie twitched a bit.
[smear:#8ce619]"SECOND ACT, SCENE ONE. FIRST WISH- THE WORLD!"[/smear:#195ee6:0] the puppeteer yelled. The genie's mouth opened, small green balls rolling out of its mouth. Electricity danced among the balls, zapping the targets in their area. Suddenly those who were targeted felt a heavy shift of weight in the air. Those who could fly was suddenly unable to fly or move fast, feeling as though a pile of bricks have been place on them.
The genie's fail-safe was activated. The genie pulled itself together ready for another round. Time was of the essence. "Time for the third act. The brave warrior with his mighty strength fought against the genie to save the young couple from their fate. He showed courage and justice." The coffin opened up and out stepped out a puppet with chiseled muscles and orange hair.
[smear:#e62a19]PUNISH THE EVIL WITH YOUR MIGHT! SHOW THEM WHAT TRUE STRENGTH IS! THE THIRD ACT: HERCULES!"
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But the puppeteer wasn't done. The fourth coffin opened and a green wooden dragon stepped out of, stretching at the length of a football field. "However, the hero and the couple ran into more trouble. A dragon that guarded the underworld. He was hungry and wanted more victims." The giant green dragon flew towards Jack, its yellow eyes staring at its prey.
[smear:#8819e6]DEVOUR THE WICKED AND TAKE THEIR SOULS! LET THEIR SINS FILL YOUR BELLY. THE FOURTH ACT: FALAK![/smear:#8ce619:0]
As the dragon circled a grounded Jack, preparing to attack, the puppeteer turned to Hercules. "Take care of those two," he said pointing at Amare and Fujou. As the muscular puppet charged the two, the man smiled. [smear:#e61119]"ACT THREE, SCENE ONE- GOD FIST!"[/smear:#e68c19:0] The puppet stretched back, preparing a mighty punch.
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Post by Chikako Safaia on Aug 31, 2020 15:11:01 GMT -4
Tenbi smashed the demon to pieces with ease, it was stopped from the rapid movements of the puppeteer moving away. He paused to get himself ready for another charge, it seemed as if Tenbi was blitzkrieging all his movements, the pressure would not stop but it did give the puppeteer the advantage of knowing that it was just pure rage and straight forward attacking; no forethought in their motions. Tenbi was getting ready for a second blind charge into the man. A bloody scream was let out before he went dashing by foot towards the man.
Chikako on the other hand was not fairing that well, the poison was draining her attention and she could feel a disgusting feeling build up in her throat. "Fuck, fuck, fuck. I need some medicine after this", she said coughing a little as the poison kept draining her. She looked towards her allies, getting a quite surveillance of the area. "Nothing to do but try and stop him", she said to herself, noting that she could not retreat given only a handful of people responded and it seemed only two or three were competent enough to hold themselves. If they got inside, she knew the first years would get maimed and it would get a lot worse then it was now. "fuck", she sweared again as she bite her lip trying to keep her attention using the pain to keep her focus.
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Post by Jack Orion on Sept 1, 2020 13:32:06 GMT -4
It wasn't surprising that, with Jack's rather immense speed, he was actually able to get everyone onto his back safely and, at least for the amount of time that he was given, securely. It wasn't perfect by any means - all the people on his back were clearly weak from the poison. They didn't have long, and he knew it. He gritted his teeth, mentally cursing at the situation. Why were civilians even HERE? He knew UA was a place of safety, but this was easily the worst time for them to appear. Nonetheless, he did his best and pushed forward, knowing that all that mattered was getting everyone to safety.
However, as he was quickly making his way towards the gates, the only child on his back dropped from his back. It took all of Jack's willpower not to scream, lest he inhale more poison. His eyes went wide with shock, and he mentally cursed himself for making such a mistake. He needed to get back there, and fast. He made sure that the medics awaiting at the gates had the citizens taken care of, before jumping back to go after the kid. His heart pounded in his chest, a fierce determination filling the dragon. He was NOT about to let a child die, of all things. He wouldn't be able to forgive himself.
However, before he could properly move in, the worst thing possible happened. As Chikako attacked the Genie puppet, it released odd orbs from it's mouth, and Jack felt himself suddenly unable to move nearly as properly as before. His eye twitched, and his anger began to grow. It was starting to grow uncontrollable at this point, and his horns began to change into a royal purple, and his eyes a glowing crimson red. "SOMEONE GRAB THE KID, NOW! HE DOESN'T HAVE MUCH TIME!!" he roared, struggling to move forward as much as he could, but it was far too slow.
And, to now top everything off, the next coffin began to open, spilling out...of course it would be a dragon. Why wouldn't it be? Jack's eye twitched again as the dragon would begin to circle him. In his red hot anger, Jack would suddenly find himself laughing. This was honestly ridiculous! "You're a god damn fool. Do you think some half-baked copy can stop me?! I'LL TEAR IT TO SHREDS, AND YOU'LL BE NEXT, YOU WORTHLESS PUPPET!" he exclaimed, following up by a blood-curdling roar that would shake even U.A. from how strong it was.
With that, he would stand his ground, digging his claws into the ground as he would watch the fake dragon circle him. If he couldn't be the unstoppable force, then he will be the unmovable object instead! He refused to let some carbon copy dragon even be around the same area as him. It was an insult to his pride, and he would make sure to tear it and the puppeteer apart when he got the chance. The bastard was just adding onto his sins at this point - especially if that child died.
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Post by Dajh Amare Zane Yun on Sept 3, 2020 1:19:28 GMT -4
Amare would of been saved just in time as the puppets came towards him. Although he mentally thought he was ready to fight those puppets, the closer they came the more anxious he got. They were not practice dummies nor the quirk of some teacher trying to teach them a lesson. They were real, they were dangerous, and they meant to do him some serious harm. Calling for help was probably the smartest thing for him to do because as soon as the puppets closed in Amare could see from the distance the dripping liquid on their blades. There were explosions of smoke further up closer to the gates where the civilians were. Amare was worried about them but to be on the front-lines like this meant that some would get hurt...though Jack felt differently. He took off as quickly as a giant dragon could roaring as he moved towards rescuing those very same civilians.
Distracted by the craziness that was happening what seemed like far away from his current position, Amare would of noticed more puppets appearing while Jack was forced to the ground. Whatever else was happening he could not focus on because a small shadow seemed to roll off Jack and to the side caught his attention. He could only assume that it was one of the civilians to which Amare knew he was the only one free enough to run and pick them up. Another roar from Jack startled Amare into action as he took a few steps back from the shouting Vigilante.
"Uhh could you hold onto these puppets, I gotta go save that one kid. Right? Okay thanks."
Amare would struggle through to say as he knew it was extremely awkward to be leaving her to fight two puppets on her own. But the first skirmish she did with them proved that she could at least defend herself or act as a distraction long enough for Jack and the others to finish what they were doing and team up later. The civilians at the moment were a complete distraction and were doing nothing but slowing down the entire process of shutting this villain down. As Amare ran towards the kid who fell down he could not help but think that things would of been easier if they were not here, and just gone. Though to say that they should be killed could put them into an even worse position than where they were right now.
-Saw things happening
- Leaves holy woman to fight the puppets alone
- Runs from square 7 to square 4 to reach and pick up/make sure the kids okay
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Post by Fujou Nozomi on Sept 5, 2020 7:05:53 GMT -4
The boy was safe for now, and the twin puppets had been thwarted for now. But they had got their own hits in on Nozomi. The wounds didn't feel too worrying at first, but very soon after thinking that a great wave washed over the masked miko's entire body.
"Hnngh!"
Her stance faltered as she had to suddenly corrected herself to avoid falling over. The blue glow that had enveloped her body started to violently fluctuate with strong shades of red mixed in, giving the impression of deep purple. The feeling of turmoil between her energy generation and whatever substance she had been infected with was immediately apparent to her. It was trying to fight against the blockade, but all it could muster was to keep Nozomi still standing after her previous feats. Her breathing involuntarily grew more erratic to combat the sudden exhaustion, which only served to further mess up her control.
While she was still busy coping with this sudden condition, another civilian had become endangered once more. The boy she had protected didn't hesitate to leave to aid them after the dragon's roar, to which Nozomi could only respond to with what sounded like agreeable grunting. She bore no ill-will against the child for doing so: people who couldn't defend themselves always came first, and the fact that both him and the dragon had recognized that boded well. This did mean that the new adversary, an imposing figure by the own right who was at this very moment closing in on her location, would be her problem for now.
She faced the one rushing at her, facing their empty eyes through her mask as she quickly made her call on what to do.
There was no avoiding the blow in her current state, and blocking it would only do so much if the foe's physique was anything to go by.
With this understanding in mind, trying to take them out for the count alongside herself seemed like the best way to buy time for the
children. She had faith in her own body to be able to do that much.
As this "Hercules" came within its own striking range, revving up his "God Fist", Nozomi acted. Mustering up whatever power her own tired body had, she inhaled sharply, taking a single heavy step forward as she brought her own hand back as well. The intent of pure destruction was uncharacteristically evidently in her actions. The step forward that would support the punch had caused cracks to appear in the pavement and her hand that was about to strike, for the first time in many years, had clenched itself into a fist.
"Haughty spirit; I'll show you the strength of the gods."
"Kannagara!"
Their arms would cross by each other, and would strike one another with their respective strengths. Nozomi's action of pushing herself at her full strength despite of her exhaustion would cause her to fall to the ground immediately after her punch even if she wasn't hit. Beyond that, her condition would be at the hands of the gods now, and she could only pray that they watching over her on this dark night.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 7, 2020 16:16:38 GMT -4
The puppeteer was getting highly upset. Frustrated, even. It took all four of his creations?! Usually, it only took one or two of them to get the job done. And now, his hand was being forced. He hated them he hated all of them. Luckily for him, Genie's failsafe kicked in slowing down the girl with the demon and the dragon. And it seems the holy woman was experiencing Romeo and Juliet's poison first hand. But he needed to work faster than this. Their combined strength was a problem. And Romeo and Juliet were still down.
Genie had reformed ready for his next command. "Genie, take care of the demon child," he said redirecting his genie puppet at Chikako. Technically, the Genie was faster- for now. But the girl had proven that her sheer rage was much stronger. Plus, the poison was wearing off soon for her. [smear:#8ce619]“SECOND ACT, SCENE TWO. SECOND WISH- DEADMAN’S GUILLOTINE.” [/smear:#1979e6:0] At his command, the genie puppet pulled two scimitars out of its body and took slashes at the girl.
The roar of the dragon got the puppeteer’s attention. It seems that he wanted to challenge his creation. “I think we hit a nerve there, Falak,” the puppeteer said, looking at Jack. “Why don’t you give him a hug? [smear:#1979e6]ACT FOUR, SCENE ONE. SIN’S EMBRACE.”[/smear:#e62219:0] The wooden dragon used its length and speed to wrap around the dragon quickly and begin to squeeze Jack with all its might. If Jack looked closely at the dragon’s body, he could see the windows with shadows scratching at them, wailing in suffering. It sounded like they were saying, “Free us. FREE US!”
With that being taken care of, Hercules was meeting the holy woman blow for blow. She was definitely much sturdier than she anticipated. “You can’t out beat Hercules’ God Fist,” the puppeteer gloated with a smile. “His fists are too-!” Crack! The puppeteer’s eyes were wide with shock. This holy woman not only smashed through the punch, destroying Hercules’ arm in the process. She went even further, her fist smashing into the wooden puppet’s face. No one had ever out beaten the God Fist Scene. However, the woman seemed to be completely out of energy as she slumped to the ground.
Hercules also broke apart, the hit too strong for him to handle. Shit, it was going to take Hercules a while to recover, and he didn’t have a fail-safe. Mostly because it focused on strength and ending the fight quickly, not defense and strategy. These heroes were proving to be quite the chore. The puppeteer looked at the fifth coffin. It can’t be helped. His undead body was still fragile and if either one of the heroes got near him… So be it.
Flashback.
Little Chereka came home from school with all smiles. The boys that bullied her were gone and she was happy to be finally walking home with no troubles. However, it was strange that the boys just… disappeared. There were missing posters throughout the city and the local authorities comb the area for them. Where could have gone? Were they taken away by some mysterious force? Who knows.
Chereka was just happy to be home after a long day at school. To spend time with her adopted family. To plan out her tenth birthday with them. To relax and… why were the lights off? Chereka entered the house, the darkness set in a mysterious, evil vibe. The core in her chest provided some light, illuminating the room. Where her adopted parents? They were usually here waiting for her.
She walked into the living room, her papa sitting on the couch. “Evening, Chereka,” the writer said quietly in the dark. “I’m glad that you made it home. I was expecting you.” Chereka a nervous look. She had never heard her papa sound so… scary. “Hey, Papa,” she said. “Where is Mama? And why are we sitting in the dark? Is something wrong with the lights?”
The writer shook his head. “No, dear child,” the puppeteer said with a tinge of sadness. “There is something with the light of the world.” Chereka looked in silence as she got closer, her core illuminating her father’s shadowy figure. She could see the bags under his eyes, filled with a craze look to them. He continued, “The light in this world is dying. I have seen it’s evil… it’s sin. The world is like a play that can never be fixed.” He looked up at his daughter. “But I can rewrite it.”
Chereka was getting scared. “Where is Mama?” she asked again her voice filled with fear. Then she noticed it. The blood on his hands. “What did you do?” Her father looked at her, an evil smile on his face. “She is right there,” he responded pointing to the doorway. Chereka turned and her eyes were wide with horror. There she stood. Her mother. But something was different. She was… made of wood?
“I rewrote her,” the writer said with a smile, walking over to the wooden doll. Bloodstains were all over the doll. Her mother’s blood. “I rewrote all of those who hurt us. They were filled with so much sin. I had to do something.” Chereka backed away in fear. “It was you,” she said slowly realizing her father’s words. “You killed all those people. You killed Mama!”
End of Flashback.
The fifth kill. His final kill before his death. His wife was filled with corruption. He made her anew. Couldn’t Chereka see that? No matter. He would find her. He would rewrite her. Just like he would rewrite these so-called heroes and then the school. Then he would be the master. Enough of this foolishness.
“It is time,” he said. He opened his book and continued the story. “The couple had come to terms with their sin. The queen of the underworld had come for them. Her betrayal to her loved one had brought her there. And now she would imprison all those who sin- forever.” His eyes glowed with anger at the betrayal of his wife. But now she was better. Now, she was his puppet. Just like she had used him as a puppet.
[smear:#e219e6]PAY YOUR DEBT, WICKED QUEEN OF LUST. IMPRISON THE WRONG-DOERS FOR ETERNITY. THE FIFTH ACT: QUEEN GUINEVERE![/smear:#6719e6:0]
The coffin opened and out step a wooden woman dressed in white with white hair. She wore a crown that was completely rusted with a blue flame on each point. “Enough of the is child’s play,” he said, pointing at Amare. He was attempting to rescue the child- his prey. [smear:#d619e6]“FINAL ACT, SCENE ONE. AVALON’S RUIN!”[/smear:#6319e6:0] The puppet opened its mouth and a giant white beam shot towards Amare and the child.
A woman stood in the shadows, watching the heroes fight. They were in trouble. She needed to help. Another woman stood behind her, her blue visor glowing in the shadow. “Guinevere,” she said to the woman. “Activate protocol QUEEN’S ANTIDOTE.” At the command, little spider-like bots left the woman and ran up to Chikako and Foujou unnoticed. The would fill a slight pinch on their skin. As this happened, they would be reinvigorated, as though the poison was being eradicated. They would be ready to fight again.
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Post by Chikako Safaia on Sept 10, 2020 15:12:59 GMT -4
Chikako was in a very rough spot, given that she was not very strong herself Tenbi was not as fast and would take a whole turn to catch up to the scimitar wielding guy. Chikako could only bring up her shield to brace herself for the hard hitting scimitars. The shield was heavily damaged by the first strike and her arm was slashed quite deeply by the second strike. She tried to run towards the demon, that was now also bleeding from his arm. "Fuck", she said as she screeched in pain, tears forming in her eyes from the immensive pain that was flooding her body. Meeting up with Tenbi she dived and hid under the large demon. The took her shirt off and tried to bandage her wound and stop the blood flow. She was a little woozy from the damage. "Tenbi, watch me", she said biting her lip as she winced from the exposure of the cloth to the uncleaned wound. "I will fucking get you, i swear", she sweared in anger towards the puppeteer. "You coward", she said with seething rage. Though that was just words, Chikako was clearly on the defensive now, she hoped reinforcement were closed otherwise this might not end well.
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Post by Jack Orion on Sept 12, 2020 11:39:00 GMT -4
Jack only grinned devilishly as his roar of challenge seemed to catch the Puppeteers and the fake dragon's attention. He had extremely mixed feelings about something like this. On one hand, he could overall admire how well it seemed to be crafted and how well it moved. If this were something used for good, he would have been more than proud of the imagery of his kind. Over the last few months, he had really grown to accept what he was, both with his Quirk and his heritage, both due to, of course, Meara. He truly had pride in what he was, and he showed it as much as he really could.
However, this was by no means kind imagery. It was a mockery of his kind, even if that included his ridiculous sister. It only made him angrier and more determined to tear down the fake dragon as many times as it took to keep it down. As the dragon would begin to circle around him, Jack did take notice of the designs of people seemingly wanting out. He knew well enough that it was all just for show, to begin with - but it irritated him all the same.
The fake dragon squeezed around him, actually hurting a decent amount. Jack grunted, knowing that he wasn't fast enough to stop the squeezing. However, he would quickly notice the strain of the wood the dragon was made of as it squeezed around him. It was certainly powerful - but it by no means had the durability to back it up. He almost laughed, before he began to take more notice of the events transpiring around him. Chikako was injured and in danger, and while Amare had the kid, a fast laser was quickly heading towards the two.
Jack snarled a little bit in annoyance, though he seemed to calm down ever so slightly, his horns and gem reverting back to a blue hue. People needed him now - no point in dilly-dallying with his matter. With a light grunt, and not even using his full strength, Jack would break the squeeze of the dragon, presumably shattering it for the moment. At that same moment, Jack would fire off a basic plasma ball at the oncoming blast towards Amare and the kid, hoping to at least counter the beam for a moment and gain Amare some time to get out of the way.
If successful, Jack would ignore Falak for a moment, knowing that his regeneration was an inevitability. Using what little time he had, Jack would struggle over to Chikako's side, wrapping his tail and body around his senpai in a wide but protective circle. "I got you, Chikako. Don't strain yourself too much," he said, a bit wary of her anger still, but trying to show that he was there to help her.
With all of this said and done, Jack would return his attention towards Falak, knowing that by now he was bound to be regenerating. He would begin to charge a laser, his chest and horns glowing and sparkling with energy. He would wait a moment to fire, though - he wanted to make sure that Falak was close enough. He wanted to be sure that he could end the puppet in one shot - especially if it meant biding his time. He would switch gazes between Falak and Genie, knowing that they would both be rather focused on him and Chikako rather than Tenbi. He kept his breathing even, trying hard not to lose control.
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Post by Fujou Nozomi on Sept 19, 2020 23:01:07 GMT -4
There was an impact, an immense sensation, and then darkness.
Nozomi wasn't blacked out for long, but just the short period where she had yet to recognize that had filled her with panic. Had the kids been able to save everyone? Including themselves? As she tried to jump back on her feet, the feeling she had been vaguely aware of this entire time exploded within her consciousness. Her arm, the one that had punched out the haughty spirit's familiar, could barely move without agonizing pain. Whether her arm truly had been broken was irrelevant at this point, as it was unusable all the same. She had been punished for using a forbidden form by the gods. Her mind was racing through all kinds of chants and prayers to help to ignore the pain, which only somewhat worked. Her breathing had grown frantic once more despite of the miraculous recovery. And the masked miko got up on one knee despite her arm's condition arm, she gained a quick understanding of the situation.
It had only been mere moments, if not seconds. The battle was still unfolding. The boy who had ran was still helping the civilian. The girl was fighting her own battle, but things were looking desperate. The dragon was combatting its own kind. And the spirit orchestrating this mayhem was...
"!"
Nozomi scrambled back on her feet, her still purple aura flaring up on overdrive in panic. She winded her arm back, and...
"Shunshinbuu*!"
A stream of energy was thrust out at the boy and the civilian. Despite of the showing that the feat had made earlier with the zombies, it had solely been due to their deteriorated state: under normal conditions the stream would push others about. Unfortunately she had no control over its more "soothing" properties, so it require the stream's aid to get out of the laser's way the two might have some trouble moving around freely. Nozomi immediately turned towards the centerpiece of this mayhem, its orchestrator. There was anger in her booming voice.
"The strength of your false god was weak! You offer nothing but spite and curses to this world!"
The masked miko broke into a mad sprint towards The Puppeteer, one arm flailing uselessly on her side as the other winded back once again. This couldn't continue, they would keep getting overwhelmed by the underlings of this spirit until they would break down themselves. If continuing to put her own body at risk was the way to get this being to turn its gears away from offense, then so be it.
"The only one to be punished in this place is yoooooooooou!"
While both her rush attempt and the subsequent open palm thrust were meant for The Puppeteer, should any of his puppets want to try and physically protect him, Nozomi would be forced to aim her strike at them instead. But as far as ending this kind of conflict went, taking out resources and attacking the adversary were all steps on the same road, meaning that either outcome would be a step forward regardless.
But should that new puppet have the energy for another beam of destruction... things might look very grim, very soon.
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Post by Dajh Amare Zane Yun on Sept 24, 2020 9:24:53 GMT -4
He had arrived in record time. The kid must of been in shock or something because he was not crying or screaming. That was good on Amare's part because then he would be able to do what he had to do next without much resistance. Checking for pulse as well as a heartbeat while listening for breathing, the student would come to the conclusion that the kid was infact alive and well. Nothing looked broken nor damaged but the fall must of knocked the wind out of him. The child's eyes were wildly looking around which allowed Amare a second to compose himself. The kid was not the only one that was scared. It started with the zombies. Amare was never good with them and the fact that he had to fight them here brought several body numbing shivers up his spine. The comfort Jack the dragon-boy tried to give was warming but even he was out fighting and helping while Amare was here getting saved over and over. It sucked not being strong enough to make a difference and he was feeling the effects and results of that level of helplessness over and over. First it was fighting against Rowan, that spar had left him in the hospital and she was not even going all out. Next it was the spar against Yumi and the fact that after all their planning they had still lost. Was all that he has done so far just out of luck...? The sharp breath of air followed by crying would bring Amare out of his mental rut as the kid must of came to his senses. The stream of tears seemed endless as Amare tried to comfort the kid while he looked around for a way out. The school grounds were a quick sprint from where they were currently but to reach there he would have to get awkwardly close to the battles raging on. Jack was capable of saving people and still got caught up in it, Amare who could barely save himself had no business getting into a situation where he would have to- "THE FIFTH ACT: QUEEN GUINEVERE!" "What the hell..."Amare would whisper as he turned from comforting the child to watch the puppetmasters reveal. Out from the coffin came a woman made of wood. She seemed strangely different from all the other ones he had let out on display. An eerily odd amount of dedication Amare could tell was put into it to make it look and seem realistic. But why, what did that woman mean to her creator why he would put so much effort and detail into making it. Just to then throw it onto a battlefield? Amare had been too caught up in the moment something that he would instantly regret as the next moment transpired. “FINAL ACT, SCENE ONE. AVALON’S RUIN!” A beam would of been emitted from the puppet soaring through the space and rapidly approaching exactly where Amare and the child were standing. Knowing his quirk Amare thought he could take it...and then maybe send it back? Whatever it would do it would not hit the child behind him. That was what he had to do in this moment, become a wall become a statue with a back the child could confidently look up to and depend on. Then why was his legs shaking? Despite standing to his full height to watch this beam quickly arrive, Amare would of pivoted on his back foot and grabbed the child. It was not a thought, a reaction to the immediate events was what moved his body. The child would of felt like nothing in his hands as he turned to run towards the gate of the school. Just as he started to take off, a blast of air? Energy? Whatever it was would hit his back/rear and shoot him forward abit just as he noticed the light of the beam coming in his peripheral. Would this be enough?
- arrived at the kid
- checked if it was alive
- thought about who was more scared, him or the kid
- got distracted by the appearance of ANOTHER puppet
- mentally wanted to make a last stand, physically picked up the kid and tried to out run the blast (E speed)
- got willingly hit by the aura blast wondering if it was meant to help him escape (E speed + D strength push)
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Post by Deleted on Sept 28, 2020 2:12:44 GMT -4
The puppeteer smiled. The Genie was getting the job done against the demon girl. Not only that, it seems that his hits actually affected the bigger demon that fought with her. Good. This fight was starting to get good. The excitement of watching his artwork take life in front of him was something to behold. But he knew he was on borrow time. He couldn't keep his puppets running for long. The wear and tear from this rag-tag team were starting to break through his creations.
And the true weakness of his quirk was revealed. In order to control all of his puppets, he had to be focused. Undisturbed or touch. Otherwise, he would lose his offense and defense. Hence, why he chose to stay back from the fight. The first thing he saw was Guinevere's beam being impacted by another beam from the dragon's beam. At the same time, some unforeseen force seems to push the boy and the child away from the beam that was supposed to kill them, pushing them to a safer area. The force of the explosion from the two beams crashing into each other rocked the area for a few seconds before dying down.
The explosion created an opening for the holy woman as a palm strike into his chest caused him to lose balance. The force of this woman was astounding. The puppeteer skidded across the ground from the force, landing face-first into the ground. The other puppets fell down for a second, as the zombie's focused was thrown off from the strike. How dare she strike him? How dare she?! She was defiant. Just like his daughter.
Flashback.
The writer looked around in the house for his daughter. She was hiding from him. She was scared of him. Did she not understand? He killed his wife for her. He killed all of them for her. To make them anew. And his daughter refused his gift. Just like them. Just like all of them. But she would soon see the beauty in all of this. She will understand that the world needed to be renewed. To be changed. To be... his vision.
The writer made it into the basement, slowly opening the door. His daughter stood in front of his work of art. The walls were littered with bloody knives and hacksaws. The table was littered with useless organs and wooden scraps from his work. His daughter stood in front of his puppets, horrified. He slowly walked towards her. He needed her to understand. He needed her to know why he did all of this. Why he created what he created.
His daughter slowly turned to him. "It was you?" she asked, tears streaming down her face. She slowly backed away from him. "I looked up to you. I trusted you. I wanted to be like you!" She shook her head in disbelief. "But you are a killer. You killed Momma. Why?!" The man looked at her daughter. She was so young. So innocent in a world that was painted in sin. A world that chose to not understand the beauty of his art. "My dear child," the man said slowly walking towards her. "This world doesn't understand. My art can save it. I can change it. The people I killed. They didn't understand. They wanted to stop me from my art. I am doing all of this for you."
The girl shook her head, tears running down her face. "I don't want this," she said quietly. "I was happy with you. You are not my papa. You are... a killer! A MURDER! YOU TOOK OUR FAMILY AWAY!" The man looked sadly at his daughter. He didn't want it to come to this. He didn't want it to be this way. "Then you are against me," the man said, taking a knife from the wall. "I am sorry. You are tainted by the world."
But just as he was about to raise the knife, a man yelled behind him. "Put your hands up!" A policeman. He looked at his daughter. "You call the cops on me? You betray me?" He had his gun pointed towards him. The writer turned towards him. "All sin must be cleansed!" He rushed forward as the policeman fired off a couple of shots at him. The man stared wide-eyed at the policeman and then looked at his chest. It was bleeding. The pain was beyond reasoning. His body crumpled to the floor. His eyes staring at his daughter. His last thoughts of his daughter's smile before his world faded to black.
End of flashback
Anger. The puppeteer could feel it as he stood up slowly. These so-called heroes tainted this world. They tainted his daughter. He had enough! They took everything from him! Everyone would die today! The holy woman. The demon child. The dragon. That boy who saved the child. ALL OF THEM WOULD DIE HERE! The puppeteer looked at the holy woman a mad look in his eye. "A false god you say?" he spoke to the woman. "I pray to no god! I AM A GOD!" A few finger motions and his puppets were back up.
Guinevere needed time to recharge. Romeo and Juliet stood next to him, preparing to strike for their master. [smear:#1979e6]"THE FIRST ACT, SCENE TWO: DANCE OF DEATH!"[/smear:#5319e6:0] The two puppets charged at the holy woman- blades and spikes drawn out with murderous intent. He looked over to Hercules. "Don't let those two get away!" he yelled, pointing at Amare and the child
He looked over to Falak, the dragon puppet slowly pulling himself back together. He was broken apart by the dragon boy. Excellent. He looked over towards him he was covering the demons child. His serum should be doing its job at this moment. And the bad part was- it was transferrable. [smear:#6f19e6]"ACT FOUR, SCENE TWO- SINNER'S NIGHTMARE!" [/smear:#e61956:0]Jack and Chikako would suddenly feel the effects. Their worst nightmare come to life.
With Jack.
Jack stood alone in the darkness, the fight seemingly disappearing from existence. In front of him stood a blonde woman. Meera. His Meera. She looked... afraid. Horrified. "You love her don't you?" The puppeteer stood behind her. She seemed motionless, wide-eyed from fear. "What is the big bad dragon afraid of? What? Where was all that bravado from before?" The puppeteer slowly pulled out a knife. "You are no hero. You can't save anyone. Not even her," he said with a smile. The knife came down and the screams of Meera could be heard in his head.
With Chikako
Chikako walked alone in the darkness. Wasn't she fighting? What was this place? "So, the demon girl has a fear?" The voice of the puppeteer could be heard in the darkness- accompanied by the snarls and red eyes. "Trying to play hero to wash away your sins?" he continued. "But you are nothing without your demon. Just another scared little girl trying to play the hero." The beasts stepped out the darkness slowly surrounding Chikako. Shiba Inus. A thousand of them staring hungrily at the girl. "Good night, sweet hero," the puppeteer said as the dogs launched themselves at Chikako.
Outside in the world.
The two younger heroes would be experiencing the power of his fear toxin. Something he developed a few years back. The puppeteer smiled at the scene before him. Soon all of them would be a part of his collection.
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Post by Chikako Safaia on Oct 4, 2020 16:50:25 GMT -4
Chikako was curled up around by jack and then before she knew it she was surrounding by darkness, it happened so quickly after her injury she thought she was losing her mind from the lack of blood in her body from the nasty slash on her arm. "W-what?", she said anger still seething from her voice but it was much less so now as she was losing the energy to concrete that anger so vividly through her body. "Shut up!", she said to the voice of the puppeteer that seemed to come in every direction. Ridiculing her, for being powerless. "I KNOW THAT SHUT THE FUCK UP!', she screamed as she fell to her knees at the sight of the thousand of dogs surrounding her; the same one that made her broken; defective. "JUST FUCK OFF", she said as her eyes widened at the sight, she was losing it. 'It must be the blood loss, this is not real. This is not real', she told herself in her head in a desperate plea to try and calm herself down. "Leave me alone", she said as she curled up a little, scared. "Tenbi come...please Tenbi", she said as the last bit of anger left her and the old little scared Chikako surfaced in.
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Chikako is scared and curled up, crying.
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Post by Jack Orion on Oct 5, 2020 22:01:05 GMT -4
自由自在 to be free; completely unrestrained. Jack heaved a sigh of relief as he could see that his quick blast seemingly helped do the trick in saving Amare and the child, along with that admittedly helpful vigilante that was here. Things were at the least starting to look up for the rag-tag team of students, even if the odd gravity effect was still on him and Chikako. Eyeing the now reforming dragon puppet warily, he would hobble on over towards the Third Year, hoping to at least protect her while her summon helped more with the offense.
However, it would quickly become apparent that he was feeling rather funky. His vision quickly began to darken, and by the time that he would manage to wrap around Chikako, his vision was completely blacked out. What was going on...? Did that dragon puppet have some sort of blinding effect or something? It wouldn't be too much of a problem, but it would most certainly be an issue nonetheless. He was about to focus more on his other senses, and at least make sure that Chikako was alright despite his current blindness before he would quickly realize that he wasn't blind at all.
His eyes would widen as suddenly, before his very eyes, was Meara. "M-Meara...? You're back...?" he asked, his voice suddenly rather meek and small compared to his monstrous size. For a moment, he was absolutely elated! He didn't know or care how, but now they could fight together! She was back, and that was all that mattered...or, so he thought. She looked absolutely terrified at...something. Worried filled the dragon's eyes, and he was about to start walking towards her. "W-what's wrong, Mi Amor...? Why are you scared...?" he asked, an uneasiness starting to fill his chest.
Before he could start making his way towards her, the voice of the Puppeteer would fill his head for a moment. He looked around in confusion, a brief snarl forming on his face. What was this fuck planning now? He looked around frantically, trying to find where the villain was, before he was met with the horrifying sight of him being right behind Meara! He growled angrily, and, at least, in his mind, began to run towards the two. However, it felt like he was running on a treadmill - moving, but getting nowhere closer to them. Tears quickly filled his eyes as the villain's taunts filled his head, and as he quickly stabbed into his love, her screams echoing in his mind.
In the real world, he went completely still, his face a blank canvas except for the tears falling down his face. He failed. He failed he failed he failed he failed he failed... He couldn't protect her...he couldn't protect anyone... Despair filled the dragon's heart, and for a moment, he looked like he was about to give up right there and die.
However...that despair quickly turned into anger. Hatred...A lust for revenge. His horns and gem returned to a violent shade of violet, and his eyes turned to a blood-red hue, literally glowing with anger. For a moment, his mind and vision cleared, only to be tinted with red as he would stare death right at the Puppeteer. [smear:#4db8ff]"You...you hurt her...my Meara...!!!"[/smear:#f00000:0] he snarled, his glare murderous, his voice dripping with venom. It was at that moment that Jack conveniently remembered that this guy was already dead, technically speaking. Which meant that for once...maybe, just maybe, it was ok to let his anger flow for once. And flow it did, as he could feel the red hot sensation coursing throughout his entire body. Red energy coursed around the dragon's body like lightning, and he roared a bloodcurdling roar that could probably be heard throughout the entire city.
"THAT'S MY MEARA!!!" he roared, sadly forgetting about Chikako for a brief moment. Nothing else mattered to him right now. He'll tear these puppets and their master apart himself if he has to! Luckily for him, the rather heavy sensation that had been on him for a few moments now seemed to have worn off, as the dragon took off like a bullet, making a B-Line right for the Puppeteer himself. Anything that would come his way would be quickly met with a swift and powerful attack from either one of his paws or his tail. Meanwhile, energy was still charging right inside the dragon's chest. He was going to use it on the dragon puppet, but it seemed like the Puppeteer volunteered to be the one to take the shot whenever Jack was ready to fire. "I'll incinerate you...UNTIL THERE IS NOTHING LEFT!!!"
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Post by Fujou Nozomi on Oct 10, 2020 23:06:42 GMT -4
There was no trickery or intervening: Nozomi's attack had connected, knocking him down. There was a brief sense of a lull, that something had been accomplished, but the makeshift priestess couldn't focus on any of it. "...in eight and ten millions, the blessed rain, on the sins of heaven..."
The recovery of her own posture after the momentum had died down was sluggish. Her breath was fast and shallow as her body trembled in place, trying to muster enough strength to keep on fighting. How far could the miracle carry her? Unfortunately the twisted one was given time to recollect themselves as well. New issues were ordered as he continued to spout his filth. She had no energy or the means to keep trying to protect anyone other than herself at this moment, something that pained Nozomi deeply. But the ones charging at her were enough trouble on their own. The masked miko still would have had one more arm for striking down the strong one, but the blade of these two was treacherous. Asking for a miracle to happen twice was both foolish and audacious. All she had to do was to somehow keep her distance as she kept these demons at bay... "...it's like Setsubun."
The spring festival where demons were driven out with roasted beans, driving away the disease bringing demons. But she had no beans, and salt wouldn't do. Demons of these caliber needed something more... tangible that'd breach through their wicked souls. Nozomi's foot stomped down, breaking concrete much like before. But unlike before, there was a purpose. Her hand scooped down and dug further into the broken rubble, grabbing a handful, winding her arm back once more. She wielded power as the medium of the gods. Surely being wreathed in that power would serve to consecrate the rocks. "Demons out!"The "throw" was more akin yet another palm strike, but thanks to the "divine wind" that'd come about it was something better. The now-red stream would rush forth, carrying and scattering the rubble wide enough to pelt both attacking puppets with it. Even if the rubble wouldn't break them down once again, the knockback from the stream would at least give Nozomi more breathing room. ...at least in the literal sense. As Nozomi did her strike, the burning in her muscles grew more intense than ever, forcing her to let out a low wail. Something felt like it was burning, like a burning rod was being pushed out of her shoulder from the inside. "heavengodslandsgodsprosperflourishpurify"
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Post by Deleted on Oct 15, 2020 21:43:51 GMT -4
His plan to overwhelm them seemed to be working. But they were so damn resilient. The demon girl had fallen for his toxin, reduce to a sniveling child who was afraid of her own shadow. 'Yes,' the puppeteer thought to himself with an evil smile. 'Stay just like that. Now let's see how the dragon..." He did not get to complete his thought as the dragon charged him, his chest glowing with energy. No matter. He would have Guinevere intercept and counter the beam with his own. However, just as he got prepared, Romeo and Juliet were pushed back followed by a small storm of rocks and asphalt. It caused him to lose focus, dropping all his strings at once. "CURSE YOU, YOU WRETCHED HOLY WOMAN!" he yelled at the masked miko. "I WILL KILL YOU WHERE YOU-." Even as a zombie, one can feel. Emotions. The things around them. Even pain. The puppeteer was bathed in plasma energy, the intense heat breaking him apart molecule by molecule. So this was it? This was how he died? To a holy woman and a bunch of children. He fell to his knees his body slowing to ash. Lucky for him, he had a backup plan. Flashback He had returned to the house that he had died in. Everything that he owned was cleaned out. Even his "workshop" was emptied. Now walking as the undead, the young writer wondered how he ended up in this position. Was out of sadness? Pity? Anger? This world had not changed in the past twenty years. Had Chereka just agreed with him, things would have been different. This world had been remade. But no. She chose the world over him. He pitied her. But his anger...
It was time for the world to see his art flourish, his anger a raging sea of hate and violence. He pulled the switch on the wall. It seemed that the police had missed this. He always kept his creations hidden in case of things going wrong. As the wall slowly moved away, he smiled. The five black caskets were still in place, undisturbed, ready to serve their master. On the wall above them, his true project sat. He didn't have enough time to activate it on the night he was gunned down. But he was given a second chance. Soon he would not need this body. Soon... he would be immortal.End of flashback. His trump card was ready. His quirk had other uses besides turning the people he killed into puppets. It was an experiment he spent time developing. And now this was the perfect opportunity to use it. His body slowly turned to ash as his hand glowed an eerie black. "This body was never my true purpose," he said quietly, pulling the wooden core from his body. His last resort. The core black as it hit the damaged concrete and the puppeteer's ashes floated away in the wind. It seemed that the heroes had won the day. The bad guy was finally defeated and... The wooden core began to rumble slightly. If one were to listen closely, it would sound like a heartbeat, teeming with evil and life. The pieces to the mad man's creations begin to pull themselves together, reforming into some twisted vision of his mad design. It slowly raised into a being- a man with red hair. His body was completely wooden and yet looked human, the gears and mechanical parts turning madly in his body. A large scorpion tail and a set of metal dragon wings came out of his back. His eyes were completely hollowed of good or righteousness. He stood in the center of the chaos, an evil wooden smile on his face. "This world..." he said quietly, looking at each hero with malicious intent. "This world is beyond saving. I will bathe the world in the flames of my art! I will erase you from existence!" Gone was his original plan to take them as puppets. Gone was his original plan to take to school. It was replaced with hate and anger. This world took everything from him. They were not worthy of being his subjects. His mouth opened and energy being to gather. "DIE!" A giant beam, bigger than the dragon's, came speeding towards the two young students affected by his fear toxin. It would seem this was death for the two young students. "NOT ON MY WATCH!" called a voice from above. The beam clashed against something, causing a huge explosion to rock the area, covering in cloudy smoke. When the smoke dispersed there stood a dark-skinned woman with two other being behind her. One was clad in yellow armor with a shield. Another woman had a bow with blue armor. The group was surrounded by a golden barrier. The light from it seemed to dispel the shadowy monsters and hopefully, ridding the fear toxin in Chikako and Jack.    The man looked at the woman, anger filling his eyes. “CHEREKA!” he yelled. “You betray me for this… filth. For this world? Can’t you see they have tainted you? Only I can free you.” The young woman looked at the man sadly. “You talk too much,” she said before raising her hand. The blue-armored woman shot a giant blue arrow at the now wooden creature causing it to fall back to get out of the way. She turned to the group. “There is not much time to explain. I am going to need your help. His wood may be unburnable, but with the right hits, he can be weakened down.” She climbed into the blue armored woman like a suit of armor. She checked the status on the armor that she was wearing. These were just prototypes and would perish after this was all said and done. But she will rebuild anew. But first she needed to get rid of her past. “But we have to work together to pull this off.” The man who she used to call her father all those years ago was getting back, anger in his eyes. She would not yield to him. This angered him. She was supposed to be his daughter. His chosen one. Well, if she would not submit, then she would perish like the rest of them. He leapt forward at the woman, preparing to strike. |
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