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Post by Mia Kearney on Oct 19, 2018 17:13:16 GMT -4
...The fuck was this.
Mia was about to enjoy one of her rare day off patrols, sitting on the couch with a bowl of cereal for her lunch (a pretty hefty bowl that probably counted about the worth of two average people’s meals). She had been about to flick onto something a bit more personal but her news channel from yesterday’s work had left her stunned as the TV now showed her the image of one of her fellow pro heroes…for like of a better term, being obliterated. Mia shot up from her seat, watching this odd, alien like menace kick the crap out of, to be honest, a fairly low strength hero. Mia liked the kid but he could run his mouth a lot more than he could back it up, and that left Mia feeling like a big sister watching her little brother getting the shit kicked out of him. Gritting his teeth as she watched the display for a moment or so longer, the power the man displayed both inviting, and horrifying. Inviting in the sense Mia would love to see what she could do against someone like that, horrifying in the fact that, even through the screen…she could tell he was playing with the poor guy. Gritting her teeth harder, her muscles tensed and bulked up under her relaxation clothes, tightening the fabric around herself. Her tusks prodded her upper lip as she scowled at the complete domination going on beyond the screen…
Right. Day off or not. This wasn’t about to fly.
Mia was the tip top floor of her building, the living quarters above her hero offices. About 20 floors up give or take. Her eyes dipped to one of the larger windows, rushing over, leaving the milk soaking into her floor as she focused only on getting out. Her eyes looked to the streets below as she yanked the window wide open, the window about half the size of her, and the street below a deadly drop for most…with a long, deep breath, she slowly stepped herself back, step by step until she felt the back of her heel press against a piece of her furniture…then she began to charge. At the last moment she leapt up, legs forward, arms back, her body tucked in tight and managing to push through the opening in her apartment, feeling the gust of the high story winds blow into her, threatening to push her right back into her own office building, but the force she’d pushed herself with winning through, landing with a had thud on one of the buildings below, staggering into a hop, a skip, and another jump as she leapt across to the next rooftop. FUCK. She knew this was a desperate situation but she absolutely loved this new trick she’d learned. Why did it take her watching an old move of a green skinned giant to think about using the muscles in her damn legs!?
Before long she was at the scene, just in time to watch her fellow hero get thrown so deep into the side of a car the metal warped around his arms and trapped his bloodied body against it. Mia grit her teeth hard and turned her eyes to the odd quirk user that was walking up to the indented car, probably ready to deliver the final blow. Her red eyes glanced to the alleyways, spotting the angle that the news report had been from and the news reporter trying to get a cheeky scoop from the safety of the alleyway…heh. Anything for a scoop huh? Mia was focused on the individual causing the destruction however. Letting out a long, slow breath as she released the tension from within her the entire journey, Mia lept towards the scene, landing with a heavy thud and skidding to a halt between the poor, battered hero, and the creature of a man walking towards them, her breath steaming a little against the cold winter chill and her body rising to it’s full height.
While not in her hero gear, she still cut an intimidating figure, her orange tank top tightening against her bulking muscles, her cargo shorts still a little loose, and her boots scuffed to all hell from the lunging she’d been performing to get here in time.
“Killing a hero…you got a death wish dude?”
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Post by godric on Oct 19, 2018 17:53:29 GMT -4
GOD'S DEMISE With a knuckle completely covered in hard red shade, the foreign looking man was enjoying his time, really, today was a good day, until an unworthy cocky kid tried to be a hero that no one asked for. Walking down the street was the last thing he wanted to do today, it made him and his body pent up in lust for violence. It really gritted his guts and before he knew it he had shouted out bold loud words that demanded a hero to step forward. Before he knew it the overly motivated newbie of a hero had taken the stand infront of Godric as if the alien mutant needed help. Giving such a bad first impression to a brutalist like Godric there was bound to be a very tragic end.
Godric wasted his time With the kid, not because he wanted to humiliate him through personal reasons, but that ge expected more. People around the street had backed off a good distance from the crime scene. After a long ragdoll slinging fest of ten minutes Godric made sure that the kiddo was nicely planted against the car. But Godric, as an Esquire within great honorable Battles had to do the tradition of giving the opponent an honorable end. He saw everyone who has fallen to their knees those who seeks death after failing. He saw no potential in the kid, a direct strike to the face was enough to bring the newbie to a complete disasterous state. ''I don't know about you, but Japan has a very strange sense of fashion, specially in terms of practice.'' Spoke like a true eltist, Godric himself had a great focus on clothing that suited him and his mutant body, that is the reason why he is even in the busy part of the city, to shop clothes. The tight white shirt he wore was a Japanese exclusive brand, which was quite honestly a shirt for those who works hours upon hours in an office. It got a good splat of red blood from the young hero, which saddened Godric. ''I was at very least hoping for some noticable resitance, to put this shirt into good use, but guess it got ruined just from the first second… Guess Japan's selling point of having great heroes was nothing more than a fluke, you're not the first one to fall so easily beneath me.''
Just as he was about to dash in for the final strike at the entrapped newbie hero, the unfamiliar and rather vile looking female approached the scene with a daring sentence that quickly got Godric to smirk With his feral like set of teeth.. ''Death wish? Just what I said to the kid when he confronted me, no difference in the end, but you… you might have what it takes to stand on both feet.'' With a promising opponent Godric loosened his shirt's neck collar to let his body breath under the awfully tight white office shirt. ''Didn't imagine so many People would stay an watch, you Japanese People really are into this kind of entertainment.''
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Post by Mia Kearney on Oct 19, 2018 18:16:09 GMT -4
Mia let out a scoff, just barely hearing the odd man’s complaint before she landed, though as she heard him speak it was clear, even if his mutation distorted his voice at all beyond human accents, he definitely spoke like he was an outsider to Japan. Much like Mia herself. The Texan Terror, the Demon from Dallas, her old names ringing in her head for a moment as she looked into the one eye of the man before her. Not one to judge a person by their mutation…but the way he was built…Mia. Keep focused. You’re here to be a hero, not just get your kicks…sure you’re gonna do both anyway, but may as well keep your head in the game for now girl. Her grin only widened while mixing with an odd scowl as he chose his words as he did. So he thought he could just walk this off, killing someone and talking about it like it was nothing huh? A part of Mia was disgusted, but seeing that he was clearly looking for a challenge. She couldn’t deny it. That was something she’d heard from a kindred spirit. As much as Mia loved trouncing villains and soaking up the spotlight that came with it, her true strive, the reasons he’d first ever became a vigilante…was for a challenge.
She’d play it cool, not about to let the monster out so soon as she took a more solid stance, clenching her fists infront of her like a more trained pose than some fans of the brawler might know her for, but of course with her involved it was either a tease, or a ruse. She was a brawler, a slugger, through and through, to the point martial arts insulted her, as a way of trying to turn the true, guttural, pain soaked sensations of a battle into something pathetic and whimsical. The red soaked canvas of a tortured artist compared to the pathetic dot of a so called modern artist hipster.
“Yeah…I’d tell ‘em all to get lost, but you know the public. Always eager to watch a criminal get is just deserts…” She felt her body tense a little further. About 20% of her max muscle capacity. She could of course unleash close to 70% of her max strength looking like this, but it was a good measure of knowing how into a fight she was, and how much she’d lost her heroic ideals to the monster inside of her who was just spoiling for a fight. “Gonna ask ya this once…any last words before you wake up behind bars?”
If he even bothered to speak, mia would leap towards him, cracking the pavement where she’d stood and landing her heel deep into the tarmac of the road the criminal had been standing on. For a brief moment he may have caught the almost gleeful grin she was trying to suppress moments before for the more serious, stern, heroic look. Her arm reared back, she threw her weight around her heel, coming down with her dropping fist to slam down onto the top of the foreign man’s head. She had to hold back, not wanting to kill someone on a first blow and always gauging her foes strength so they she could hold back as much as was needed, her fist having the strength behind it to shatter the bark of a tree trunk and indent the harder, more solid wood beneath. Sure she was holding back still, but she’d seen what this guy could do on TV, and she wasn’t about to waste a potential shot just giving him 10%. She was going all the way to 50% for this lucky fucker.
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Post by godric on Oct 19, 2018 19:27:16 GMT -4
GOD'S DEMISE He didn't expect anything less from such a primal lady, but he saw instantly in her eyes for what her intentions was. Was she really going to focus on the kiddo's safety than the great fight right ahead of her? He shall never accept such naive attitude before his presence, but with how things are going and how popular the place got with people ringing around the place. Young kids to old geezers, they had zero idea of how rough things could get, but with a hero that are somewhat decent it might not be the smoothest fight for him, he cannot get bested, he had a pride to maintain and a tradition to hold. As a royal member of the Heriots, Godric, will bring his finest ability of fighting to this eager lass. She certainly had a rough attire and an attitude only worth a couple of pennies. As much he enjoyed to talk about their stands he simply did not care. Infact, he did not care if she was a legit hero or not, maybe she was a true natural killer that had too much regret and now trying to repay it with blinded good deeds? Him removing the kiddo from this realm was a generous thing he'd do for the people of Japan, it also made him wonder if they actually showed any care for the helpless young lad, not that he could blame them, a fight was brewing up, and it was quickly boiling.
He wanted to grin to show the lass his gratitude for her willingful nature, most of the time Godric saw someone with potential as a great opponent they wimped out halfway through. His body and overall look was a frightening look and did not give a single shred of welcome. He was even about to tell her his delighted feeling for this meeting of fate, but it was quickly shut down when she charged right in without him expecting her to be such a wild card. Her fist planted on the side of his face, and it hurt like a real motherfucker. His eye was widened and intensed staring Down at her fist. But that was as far she could put him. His head and upper body only moved around 5 or 6 centimeters before he was standing there like a brickwall. But he didn't use any sort of endurance Enhancement, he simply had a very good fotting. His pose made him able to take the hit and grin at her amused, but then again, it only hurt so much due to his eye being so close, he knew she didn't give it all, truly an opponent worthy of fighting. ''I see, that is the way you wanna do things, I applaud your eager spirit.'' His body was unique not only in looks, but his nervesystem was a sponge for phyisical pain. His veins popped up from his neck and down to his right arm. With his arm getting slightly more smole it certainly got a powerful look. Clenching his fist ready he struck right back at the fellow mutant with a sidejab. With his own strenght plus with the half of his inflicted damage he shot his response in a swift manner up against her left side, this was no longer a conversation with words but with fists.
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Post by Mia Kearney on Oct 20, 2018 6:01:58 GMT -4
Mia was more than a little shocked by how little he reacted physically to her punch. Sure it wasn’t a 100% clocking, but anyone should at least be staggered by that. Yet, here he was, standing strong like the blow had been the equivalent of getting a pebble fired at him by a slingshot? Her red eyes widened for just a moment, watching the veins bulge in his face and wondering what the hell his quirk was. It clearly wasn’t just a visual mutation as the veins show, and there was something more behind it. Not exactly the kind to bother with the science behind quirks like this however, Mia couldn’t make many strong guesses before he spoke. His actions were easy enough to read, and he was going for a punch of his own. Fine. He wanted to see what she was made of? She’d let him have his own blow and push through it with a grin just to show him what she could take.
She didn’t expect the power behind that fist. Taking it to the face herself with no worries about doing so, she felt the hefty force of a weighted punch colliding with the side of her jaw. While his Poise was what was keeping him standing strong, Mia’s hardy body and the weight of her strong form was what kept her standing solid, though her head did move a few inches with the punch, the look of surprise from punching him having narrowed into cheeky determination, and then right back into surprise as he gave her one hell of a blow back. She was almost sure she could taste just a flicker of blood from one of her sharper teeth scraping against the inside of her cheek…though it slowly grew into a borderline devious smirk as she cogs started to turn in her head. So this guy really could put up a fight huh?
She spoke in a low tone that only the man before her could hear, glee in her words. “Oh…this is gonna be fun…~
Rearing back on her right leg, she pulled back her right fist, her body tensing even further and bulking into a more beastly state, her tusks pushing up over her top lip even further and the pupils of her red eyes sharpening into harsh slits. Her horn pushed up through her forehead, growing further out infront of her and creating a numb sensation in her forehead. This time, she slammed into the torso of the quirker before her, throwing almost her full might into a single punch into his chest. Even with his strong poise she doubted he could hold back that…though if Mia was honest with herself, she almost wanted him to tank it like a champ. What better sign that he could last a whole fight with her than him being able to hold out against her really trying her hardest. Inside her head, the words rang out.
‘Come on punk, don’t let me down so soon will ya?’
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Post by godric on Oct 21, 2018 11:46:54 GMT -4
GOD'S DEMISE Oh now things truly got interesting, the horned lady took his powered up strike like a total beast. But her skin still felt too soft, his knuckles planted so deep that he could even feel the shape of her teeth beneath the soft layer of her cheek. Although from her first strike she didn't give him that Sweet sweet force, if anything he wanted the lass to og all out on him, just straight up og for hits with killing intent, because if he was the only one doing it was it truly a fight? ''Don't think you got that necessary strenght to match with me!'' With an obvious cocky attitude and bait he wanted to flare her up, make her lust to hit him. And so she got into a menacing pose, a charging fist that he could see miles away, but of course he took it with a wide grinny smile, his single eye intensely staring at her fist thrusting forward and hitting him right at his chest. He was bulky and well built, but she for sure went full in this time. His eye shuck from the impact and his head going blank for just a moment before his lowerbody instinctively braced up for the pushing force. With his world class poise he was sent back at least two meters with his feet grinding down at the road. Her fist had planted a powerful shape of those knuckles of hers. His newly bought shirt was easily torn due to the sudden force and was half open. There his torso was getting quite pale, so pale that his skin was practically getting as white as paper and his veins darkening to the point of being complete black and white palette. This change seemed to go slowly to the rest of his body, his head raising up with the black veins connected to his eye was bulging from the damage he jsut recieved from her.
''MmmnnNNGH! FUCK! You held back alot at your first hit, glad you finally catch on what this fight really means!'' He stood up casually and straightened his back, giving a loud neck snap right and left before he took a tight grip at his half destroyed shirt. ''I was hoping this could survive, but guess I won't hold back either!'' His many darkened veins swelled up around his upperbody, it was easy to tell that he was polishing the damage into a real Deadly weapon, but wether she saw that or not was in no concern of him. He was all up infront of her with a dashing leap, With his legs using plenty of the boosting strenght he was able to push her forward, tackling her like a bulldoze with his monster like size. His goal? To simply crush her against the concrete wall behind her, where People stood, they wouldn't stand there for too long either as the charge of the alien mutant scared them all away from the impact. He didn't know if he'd be able to make her stuck against the wall, or that the wall was thin enough for him to crush her through, he had all the enjoyment of his life on beating someone full on without ending it in a mer minute.
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Post by Mia Kearney on Oct 23, 2018 5:13:41 GMT -4
Oh damn this guy could really take a punch huh? Mia wasn’t so sure if that was good or bad. On the one hand she always longed for a strong fight, an opponent who could push her to her limits and make her push herself to win, it was a thrill that got her into hero work even as a vigilante back in America, but right now, with her hero title and the civilians around them, should she really be so excited? Probably not, but it didn’t change the fact that she was for even a second. She gave a wide grin for just a moment as she watched him almost shrug off her attack, her own body just tensing further. She still wasn’t completely at one hundred percent herself, but she knew a guy like this could definitely bring it out of her…!
Watching him come in, this time she was prepared and willing to give him a proper response. Accepting the tackle solely because she knew she wasn’t the kind to dodge, that didn’t mean she didn’t prepare this time, digging in her feet and catching the tackle, rather than letting the momentum solely flow into her, Mia grasped onto the shoulders of the charging alien and met his one eye with her deep red slits, grinning big and wide as her tusks poked over her top lip. The sounds behind her caught her attention and she glanced back, realizing she’d stopped herself and him from impacting the crowd of civilians…despite not actually being aware of them in the moment, Mia sold it like she was, offering them all a wide smile that said she had their backs, and shifting her attention back to her opponent, holding him head on and slamming her forehead into his just above his huge singular eye. Releasing him in this motion, she lunged forward and grasped his hair instead, dragging his head down into her rising knee.
“Oh you’re not holding back!? Sorry! Didn’t-“ She lifted both her hands above her head, cupping them into separate fists and gritting her teeth, her arms bulking further as she reached a little closer to her max potential, the back of her tank-top tearing just a little as her muscles alone started to stretch the fabric, Mia slamming both her titanic fists with the power of her arms behind him, down into the still hopefully staggered alien. “NOTICE!”
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Post by Maya on Feb 21, 2019 11:18:21 GMT -4
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