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Post by scoria on Jun 4, 2019 7:46:49 GMT -4
Damian walked the streets of Tokyo like he did every day from dawn till dusk. He didn't really care much for the night life of the drunkards and gamblers and night walkers. He liked the day time people who worked and went on about their business. Today, Damian had a plan to get his name out there but it would take some doing. He had been staking out a small checks for cash place and after a week of observation he had gotten the schedule and foot traffic of the business. At three pm the place would be stacked with cash and the customers would be nill. A single guard watched over the place but he was a old man looking to do this till retirement. Damian had no plans to kill the old timer but he would have to go to sleep for awhile.
Stopping at his favorite food stand, he picked up a shish-ka-bob of meat and bit into the juicy, hot, spiced meat. As he looked around he froze and stared at a familiar face. He had never seen the face personally but it matched the description of a youth who had walked out of a room of over a dozen men, covered in blood but he was the only one to walk out. A plan began to form in his mind, he leaned against a wall and took another bite of his meat. His twin green gaze lingering on the boy who, by the looks of it, was getting an ice cream. Damian first wanted to be sure he was facing the right person. Only thing attacking some civvie was gonna get him was police trouble so better to analyze first than rush in. Silver hair, raggedy clothes, a almost joyous expression on his face. The criteria was met, he was just as people described him which meant Damian had a new plan forming in his mind. He took this fellow teen down and his own rep would increase.
Taking a final bite, he threw the stick in the trash. Since the guy was waiting for his snack it gave Damian time to prepare which was really him taking off his favorite ball cap and putting it in a safe spot. Walking towards the youth he shrugged his large muscular shoulders. For someone only five foot ten he was surprisingly well built, his jacket hid the strong muscular biceps and his hands held scars from a school of combat training. In this case Damian was a Boxer and he followed the Boxer-Puncher style which was a mix of fast foot work of a Out-boxer and the thrashing power of a Swarmer. Only a few feet away he came to a stop, his right hand glowed red for a moment as a glowing pool of magma formed in his palm
Damian let out a piercing whistle and than swung his arm in an arc. The lava he held slashed out in a curve, and flew towards the teen and the stand. If he didn't dodge it he be splashed with lava hot enough to melt stone and cause his clothes to catch fire and his skin to burn, if he dodge it, the lava would splash across the ice cream stand doing nothing but sizzling the ice cream to liquid and catching the umbrella it had over it on fire. Damian stood with his left hand in his pocket as calm as could be after attacking someone randomly in the streets of Tokyo.
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Post by Niso Konto on Jun 4, 2019 10:09:37 GMT -4
Niso was just having a casual day to himself. One of the benefits of working the way he did and looking like an older high school student...in fact a younger one, given he had a bad case of baby face when he was in a good, gentle mood, was that he could walk around openly without any worries or issues. In fact just now he was using a fraction of his last 'pay day' to get a nice ice cream from his favorite stand. Even an agent of chaos needed to respect good quality snacks and it was one of the few habits he had, coming to this one stand whenever he wanted some good food. It helped they had no limit on how high they'd stack the cones.
Rubbing his hands together eagerly as he took the ice cream in his hands, it was about 8 scoops high and looked like it could topple at any moment, but that was enough to make him happy. He leaned in to take his first lick, entirely ignoring the whistle from behind himself and suddenly feeling a hot, burning, pressuring sensation impacting the side of his face. His body skimmed across the street once before crashing into a trash can hard enough to dent it, groaning as his light and frail body lifted it's head up and his dizzy eyes flowed left and right before getting a handle on what exactly just happened.
"Well this is...new.....I like it.~" He smirked playfully before his eyes caught the now burning ice cream stand, his eyes widening in alarm and his gaze sharpening as he rose up to his feet like a puppett pulled by strings, a second layer of flesh crawling over his face, taking a pitch black color before being parted by white round eyes and a chesire like smile that seemed like it was painted onto his blackened flesh mask.
"Maybe you wanna explain yourself before i make you regret burning down my favorite stand...?~"
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Post by scoria on Jun 4, 2019 10:28:43 GMT -4
Damian watched as his attack hit a twofer, that was a rarity in itself. But he got the ice cream umbrella so basically three, though he wasn't aiming for said umbrella so it took away his threefer and gave him a twofer with a bonus. Walking forward Damian gave a low whistle and shook his head. "You should really be aware of your surroundings when walking around, lot of bad people out here." His voice was smooth and calm, almost as if he was on a leisurely stroll rather than attacking someone with a slash of lava. The world really was a new and interesting place. He stopped walking a good ten feet away just in case his opponent came up with a surprise attack. Leaning against the wall he watching his fellow teen and chuckled as his face regenerated.
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"Oh come on, now that just isn't fair. So, there was a story about you floating around. A room full of people and only you walking out? You have to know a rep like that gets you targeted. Sorry about the sneak attack but I figured with your rep you would be able to dodge it with a little warning, which was the whistle." He chuckled and took the jacket he wore off, showing off his muscles and tattoos on his right shoulder and down his arm, the other half under his shirt. "I hope you are going to live up to your reputation, you are pretty much my first super fight and I want it to be a good one. The fact you can heal is going to be an annoyance but it also means I get to go all out. Now, if you don't mind I need to continue this."
His right arm to his forearm glowed as magma coated his arm, pulling back he threw his fist forward. The Magma shot out a fist shaped glob of smoldering magma, flying through the air and aimed for Niso's chest. If it hit, it would smash Niso against the wall, possibly cracking it from the force and lightning his clothes on fire and causing burn damage, if it missed the lava would smash into the concrete and splash out sending spray of magma in all directions. Landing on concrete it would burn through, cloth would burn, while anything stronger than concrete would be undamaged.
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Post by Niso Konto on Jun 14, 2019 6:13:28 GMT -4
“I was t getting an ice cream you pillock…” Niso groaned as he rolled back his shoulders, though the rest of his body seemed oddly still in the motion. When someone rolled their shoulders back you’d see the motion radiate through their torso or even a bob of their head, but Niso almost looked like some robot rolling around the shoulder joints his arms had been plugged into. “Not exactly a situation where I’m expected to be decked by some freak who got his powers from a steel work factory.~” He smirked, teasing at old style super hero origins and the fact this guy seemed to have hands of some molten substance. Even with the distance between them, Niso easily found himself looking up to meet this guys eyes, but given his general stature this was never too surprising.
“OOooh my reputation proceeds me…preceeds me? Per…?” He stopped and pulled his head back from a lurching, attack ready pose to one more of thought, actually unsure which of those words were correct but ultimately just shrugging it off, the black flesh mask he’d made and the cartoonishly white facial featured detailed upon it shifting to match exaggerated versions of each expression he was making beneath the mask. “Man we’re in a park, I thought someone was whistling for a dog.~” He grinned again as he prepared to lurch forward, ready to move again with his fake grin plastered upon the mask growing ever wider. “Besides…if you’d really listened to my reputation…you’d know dodging isn’t my style.~ If it’s a fight you want though…I’m certainly down for a good time.~”
As the magma man reared his fist back, Niso’s smile grew ever wider, and he shot forward as fast as he could. The unique control he had over his body made it so he could continue running even as his upper half seemed to swerve about the approaching bundle of molten magma. As he passed it, he noted it didn’t radiate as much heat as he expected, and a cheeky smirk crossed his lips as he realized this guy was far more bark than bite. Kicking off the ground he leapt up at the face of the magma man like an animal, and if successful, he’d literally wrap his arms around him, the popping sounds of his shoulders dislocating as his hands locked onto eachother hard, and trying to literally bite his nose off. It was a dumb tactic, but without a weapon it would probably hurt the most out of his viable options.
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Post by scoria on Jun 18, 2019 9:13:35 GMT -4
Damian watched his opponent as he talked...and talked...and talked. He himself wasn't that bent on talking when a fight was going and he almost considered just walking away if the boy was just gonna gab the entire time. He had to admit the cool way his shoulder moved itself seemingly on its own was just epic. A intriguing quirk if there ever was one and the regeneration while sweet seemed to require time to be fully used. Which meant their was time between healing to make the wounds so bad they couldn't be healed. As his opponent stood and rushed, he noted the way the upper torso bent around the attack more like rubber or taffy than flesh and bone.
Damian watched as the legs of his opponent bent and leaped forward, arms wide open in a amateur grab move, instead of attacking forward, he decided on a different tactic. In this case he leapt back just as his opponent leaped forward putting distance between them. As soon as his feet hit the ground they began smoking and a massive wave of lava erupted from the base of his toes and up like a tidal wave, spreading out to ten feet on both sides and ten feet in the air right in front of his opponent who had basically jumped right into a coming tidal wave of molten magma that upon contact, the weight of the heavy liquid would pull his opponent down under it and catch fire. His own arms slowly began steaming as they went from white to red to darker red to glowing red like a furnace.
"You put too much effort into a close quarter game, your quirk seems to be bent more on taking punishment than any real offensive abilities. You really should pick up a form of combat skill instead of relying solely on your healing. Cells destroyed or burnt to a crisp don't regenerate!"
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Post by Niso Konto on Jun 19, 2019 7:48:48 GMT -4
As Niso leapt towards his opponent, his eyes widened as he stepped back and unleashed a literal wave of magma in his face. A worried look replaced his smile, as, for as much as he was sure as he could survive this, pain was still pain, and while he could endure the beating from a regular thug by laughing through it, dealing with the idea of being coated in magma in no way appealed to him. He closed his eyes tight and braced himself for the impact which…actually wasn’t too bad. The weight of the magma dragged him under and he dragged himself from it as quickly as he could from instinct, but against his skin it dripped off without leaving any horrific damage. Heck most of it didn’t manage to get through his clothes, and as Niso realized this he couldn’t help but chuckle.
“Seems your more bark than bite yourself!” Niso couldn’t help but snicker and chuckle, even as his skin started to turn crispy and red across his forearms and over his cheek. As the magma man even suggested that he could burn away Niso’s healing factor, Niso couldn’t help but be amused by the prospect. “Ooooh! You really think you can huh? Well how does this take your fancy?~” Lifting his reddened forearm and the burned away sleeve, Niso’s flesh itself twitched and shook, until suddenly the patch of reddened flesh entirely fell away and the cells that surrounded the discarded flesh rapidly began to replicate. On a fundamental level niso had ordered his cells around the burned flesh to discard the damaged tissue and replicate in it’s place, but bottom line was “I’m not your usual healer!”
With the freshly forming flesh still sensitive to the very air itself, Niso definitely wasn’t in a pleasant situation, but he was more than ready to go in for another go. As he rushed in this time, he ripped a display stand up from the ice cream stand as he rushed past it, waffle cones still embedded in the plastic as he tried to slam the makeshift weapon across the side of magma man’s head. “Besides! I don’t any new tricks if I already have the rep to grab your attention!” Niso was hoping for the satisfying sound of this flimsy little waffle cone display smashing against this guys head, but if at first he didn’t succeed, he’d try and try again!
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Post by scoria on Jun 23, 2019 20:00:19 GMT -4
Scoria cursed as his opponent healed again, that quirk was getting annoying but it had to have a limit. No one was perfect! Scoria watched as the teen crawled from his magma and shook it off. Again he cursed that he had yet to master his quirk into the power of destruction he wanted it to become. He should have been melting this guy, instead he was causing minor burns. Fine, if magma wouldn't bring his opponent down than solid fists would have to do. His arms began to change, turning a light pink than a bright pink, from their the turned red like a bad sunburn and kept getting redder. Steam began coming off the villains body, mainly his arms and shoulders. The steam intensified as his arms now glowed like he had lit a furnace in them. Glowing with a shiny bright red color.
His left arm came up, deflecting the waffle cone as he stepped into his opponents mad rush. The kid had no combat experience, zero battle awareness and horrible fighting instincts. He was a wild dog relying fully on his healing and wild use of his body. Scoria could understand how he survived with a body that just kept healing against a room of thugs but Scoria was no thug. The magma man planted his left foot as his opponent swung the weapon wildly. His left arm swinging out and striking the waffle cone dispenser as he twisted his hips. He brought his right fist, steaming from the heat he generated and aimed squarely for the boys wide open jaw with a powerful cross hook. The blow with Scoria's physical build would crack the jaw of a normal human.
Scoria doubted this would be the end game of the fight, he fully expected his opponent to heal. However as much as he could heal he wasn't immune to pain. He remembered reading about a comic book figure like that years ago but that person had the skills of a lethal killer to back his power. This guy was just charging in without a battle plan, he seemed to be relying on tenacity alone to beat Scoria and that just wouldn't work.
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Post by Niso Konto on Jun 24, 2019 6:41:19 GMT -4
Niso didn’t expect the makeshift weapon to be too effective, but he had to use something to get close to this big guy without just being punched the park again and again. Usually when he was facing normal level goons they had swords or chairs or more things he could smash over them, and most of all they weren’t coating themselves in magma. With his attack tossed aside Niso was left right open for the other’s attack, and with a swinging punch coming in towards his jaw it was a blow he’d taken many times before, and one he was practiced to take.
The burning sensation of the magma still stung like a bitch but the more of it Niso took the more he realized this guy was definitely not as scary as he looked. Niso was pretty sure he’d seen some fire quirkers with hotter punches and if he wasn’t being punched in the face he may actually laugh at how pathetic this felt by comparison. Still he focused, as the blow landed, it may have cracked the jaw of any normal person but Niso was far from normal. As he felt the impact he purposely disconnected the lower half of his jaw by ripping the two points apart with a hard tug of his internal muscle fibres. This way his jaw shifted more with the punch and he wasn’t with any fearsome damage that he’d feel for a while. As his body ragdolled along the ground, his slightly scorched face pulled up, and his dislocated jaw retching itself back into place. The tearing that had called in his muscle fibres still needed to be healed, but it would mean he’d heal much quicker than if he’d cracked bone.
“aaaah havn’t felt a lick like that one in a while…ugh…!” Pulling himself up to his feet, again like a puppet on invisible strings, his flesh mask continued to hold it’s earie smile. “You got any other motive here than to just beat me up?~ I didn’t kill your dog did I? Ugh that’d be so cliché of me…” He chuckled a little at his john wick reference before solidifying her stance, but it was a fair question. They were causing quite the scene and that meant this guy was risking police attention for this fight, so what was all that about.
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Post by scoria on Jun 28, 2019 8:24:09 GMT -4
Damian watched Niso bounce across the ground from his hook, a look of annoyance crossing his features as his opponent healed yet again. He shook his head as he walked in a small half circle around his opponent. At the question he took a deep breath. "It was a long time ago...nahh!" He shook his head at the idea of some lame back story. "Honestly when it comes down to it you have a reputation around here and if I beat you than I get the rep of beating the guy with the rep. In this world to get to places you got to climb the ranks, it's nothing personal I promise. As for the cops I have an escape plan if they show up. So, no hard feelings for smashing your face into the ground okay?"
Damien pushed off his back foot as he rushed his opponent, his right fist coming around aiming for his opponents face, the heated areas of his arm blowing steam behind him creating a sheet of steam. If his right fist connected he would come in with a left shot to his opponents his stomach to bend him over, after that he would shoot a knee up into his opponents face, crushing the nose and watering both of Niso's eyes. From there he would come down to grab his opponents face with his burning hand and drive him in to the ground. Damien hoped with a barrage of blows he could damage the guys healing factor faster and bring him down. He wasn't sure really if the guy had a limit on how much he could heal but Damien was more than willing to find out if there was. He was banking on the healing have a stopping point to win the fight before outside interference appeared.
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Post by Niso Konto on Jun 28, 2019 10:18:05 GMT -4
Back on his feet again, the sting in his jaw already failing due to it healing much more rapidly from dislocation than it would have a crack, the young self puppeteer was grinning ear to ear now despite the pain flowing through him. This lava man wasn’t taking the hint that he wasn’t going down, and it was time for Niso to show him why he had a reputation. Now, he didn’t usually go up against the big and tough guys, but instead, rooms full of confused cowards who’d been caught off guard by the fact he could run through their attacks for a vital blow. Still, he was light on his feet, and easy for a big guy like this to knock aside, so he had to rethink his tactics! His flesh mask slowly seemed to grow teeth at the front, sickly green fangs dripping with saliva generated from nothingness, and the white eyes now focused with a tiny dot pupil at the center of each, while the whitness widened, giving you the feeling of staring into an abyss as you focused on the fake pupils.
“Well…you gotta earn this win magma man!~”
As magma man rushed in with his flashy steam blast behind him, Niso rushed in nice and low, and as the first punch came in, her forced his legs unnaturally low and sprung himself upwards, every fibre of his being dragging himself up into the air and even flashing magma man a wink below him as he tumbled behind him. Sickly pops sounded as all his bones seemed to disconnect as he landed, on purpose of course, keeping him low and rising like a puppet on strings, dodging the second fist that likely came as the man turned around, and drawing up a rock that was littering the park as he rose, smashing it hard across the side of the magma man’s head, before rapidly pulling himself backwards and falling into a heap, his limbs still obviously dislocated with how they seemed to flop underneath him.
“See, you can’t kill what you can’t hit!~”
Niso’s self manipulation like this always had it’s uses, even in combat like this, but finally using it a bit more liberally was definitely something that was working to his advantage. In the past he’d removed bones to make it easier to escape handcuffs, or shifted his internal organs to make vital strikes harder. In this case, he was puppetting his own body around this man, and it was fun!~ If he had to go the death by a thousand needles method he bloody well would!
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Post by scoria on Jun 30, 2019 20:38:14 GMT -4
Damien was surprised when the kid sprang over him like a jack in the box, pivoting on his foot he spun around throwing a punch only to go over the guys head as he slunk unnaturally low. Damien grunted, stumbling back as a rock smacked him upside the head. He shook his head clearing the ringing sound. Above his eye was cut and blood leaked down in a small stream. he shook his head and chuckled as he watched his opponent flop around on the ground. "That is one interesting body you got there boy, let's see what else it can do!" His arms glowed a dark red as steam flowed off in waves, magma flooding out of his limbs from his shoulders down to his arms, the liquid seeming to flow from his shoulders like a waterfall.
Damien bent his shoulders back a little, pulling his elbows in before he threw both arms forward. The molten magma erupted from his arms and flew forward, each one opening in the front like a set of jaws. Rows of jagged hardened molten rock flashed as he aimed to grab his opponent and latch down with those teeth in the attempt to stab into his body, if he grabbed him, Damien would whip his arms up, sending Niso fourteen feet into the air by the jagged teeth and than yank down, aiming to smash the boy into the ground from fourteen feet in the air.
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Post by Niso Konto on Jul 1, 2019 5:51:41 GMT -4
Niso couldn’t help but grin as he finally managed to land a blow on this guy, and not only that but he certainly didn’t seem to be on par with Red Horn. That woman would have met the rock and felt it smash against her head, while this guy was forced to bleed. And, you know the old saying. If it bleeds, it dies. With a malicious little chuckle he rose up to his full height, ready to rush in for another assault. His eyes locked onto the magma man and bursting forward as his own magma arms lashed out towards him.
With ease and fluidity no normal person could achieved he flowed under the first tendril of magma while maintaining his charge. The other however seemed to get lucky, snacking into his arm and retching him high up into the air to the apex of what seemed to be this man’s range. Niso could see easily enough what was coming next of course, and wasn’t about to let himself be an easy victim to the tactic. His green on his fake fleshy mask grew wider, the fake teeth grew more grotesque.
A sharp pop sounded from his limb that the fanged magma mouth had latched onto, Niso using his muscle fibres to drag his bones deeper up towards his torso, making the flesh that the maw had grabbed onto squishy and soft, letting the fangs sink in deeper before Niso shoved his bones back into place, the sudden influx of mass into the jelly like flesh likely popping the maw open briefly and letting Niso wrench his arm back free, and now, left 14 feet in the air, directly above this guy.
If more magma blasts or tendrils tried to whip towards him, Niso would puppeteer his body as he fell to sway and swerve around them with a chaotic sense of grace to it, flipping his weight around at the last moment as he came crashing down towards the magma man. It may not have been an effective strategy, but it was certainly one of the most interesting strategies Niso had come close to pulling off, hoping to land feet first on the Magma man’s head with a drop of 14 feet, and jump off his head to land behind him, giggling all the while as, thanks to his mobility, he very likely pulled it off.
“Wanna try that again big guy or you realizing you’re beat!?~ You know I can heal from anything, and now you can barely touch me!~”
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Post by Crimson on Apr 11, 2020 16:19:14 GMT -4
Niso Konto You currently have 367 EXP, and you gained 24 EXP for this thread!
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