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Post by Tobias Murakami on Nov 12, 2019 3:45:39 GMT -4
BURN BABY BURN THE ELEMENTAL WATCHED THE SKIRMISH as if he were watching a chess match. The police moved in synchronicity, but no one could anticipate the descent from bad to worse. The bricks were lobbed skyward, claimed by the purple aura, and were hurled towards the bow, exploding on impact. It would seem… that the attacker was… not a metal manipulator. Perhaps a telekinetic? As a significant chunk of the bow sloughed into the ocean, Tobias couldn’t help but feel… numb? Disbelieving? The ripping pain of eruption had subsided into a dull soreness, flames whipping off of him in the wind of the moving ship. Tobias only moved to prevent himself from sinking-- he stalked along the top of the shipping containers, glowing gaze trained on the damage below. How sad, he thought, that men would be engulfed in flames from the explosions, screaming as they fell, only to never rise again-- while the volcanic golem smoldered, and was still powerless. He was an Investigator, not a Combatant. To be called into the fray was… surreal. Wagyu's shout jerked Toby back to reality. Wagyu shouted-- in the tension of the moment, dropping Tobias's alias-- commanding him to look skyward for the assailant. The Informant's head snapped upwards to catch the luminous purple streak making its hasty descent to the deck. In the aura, he could see the outline of a man. The telekinetic, no doubt. Tobias broke into a run, spanning a small chasm between one container and the next by leaping. His gaze swept the ground below, where the assailant had landed, and didn’t find him. Tobias strode quickly across the container. If the man wasn’t there, and he hadn’t crossed Toby’s path yet, there were only two other directions that the telekinetic could have gone. Before Tobias dipped out of earshot, Wagyu’s bellowing voice could be heard on the wind. Plan B… Help whoever needed it… they were evacuating. The golem frowned. “Understood!”Already evacuating? Why, because the ship was moving? Without comms, the golem was wholly unaware of the bridge malfunction and Endeavor’s collision course. What about apprehending the threats? What about securing the contraband? He wasn’t one to go against orders, though. Tobias continued his route along the shipping containers. A few officers had, upon seeing The Informant charge ahead, ventured into the shipping containers on-foot, so he would look to see if any of them required his assistance. The first body he encountered was a failed medic, crumpled over on their side. “Excuse me?!” Tobias shouted. They didn’t stir. The man bent at the knees and leapt the three meters to the ground, the metal of the deck bowing beneath his feet. Already, in his lower extremities, the lava was going from red to purple. He was cooling… From the ground, he could see the blood pooling beneath them, and a gnarled piece of metal jutting out of their chest. “Oh, Jesus... “ the golem murmured, before inquiring, “Excuse me?!”He couldn’t check vitals while in this state, but the medics eyes were open without seeing, tears frozen on their cheeks. It was a look that the investigator knew all too well. He moved on. The Informant stepped lightly, squeezing between crates and partially melting them in a few of a tighter spots. It occurred to Tobias, in his venturing, that most of the officers would have received the same communication that Wagyu had given him… and would already be proceeding to evacuate, presuming they weren’t in the thick of the conflict. With that in-mind, the best support that Tobias could provide… was preoccupying the telekinetic, by whatever means necessary. But how did one engage the interest and attention of a telekinetic without being thrown around like a ragdoll? For that question, Tobias held no answer. He would just have to play it by his ear. Tobias entered into a clearing, a makeshift courtyard formed by the containers, and found himself staring at the back of a very familiar silhouette. The telekinetic. “... good evening,” Tobias greeted, raising his voice over the din. Good evening? Who said good evening in the midst of a battle?! He would await the man’s attention before continuing. “I am the Informant,” he explained, bowing slightly at the waist. Plates of obsidian were barely forming, forming purple, geometric shapes along the curves of his body, “And if it is not too much of a hassle… I have a few questions for you?”As he spoke, the gentleman’s luminous gaze swept the immediate area, drinking the surroundings, scanning for potential threats. He watched the telekinetic, and he watched for things glowing purple. He watched for Dust Devils and officers alike. The gears were turning, and his guard was up, but he still spoke primly. “Are you, perhaps, the man responsible for the shipping container?”A polite pause. “It was masterfully done. I do not believe I have ever seen a quirk with a power of such magnitude… and such precision! Have you always been capable of such remarkable control, or did you train to that capacity? Pardon me if that is too forward of a question...”Each question was calculated, prying for specific information-- admissions of guilt, and perhaps a revelation about the telekinetic’s power level. TL, DR:- Toby is a little freaked-out by the skirmish, and after seeing Jean-Luc lob C-4, realizes that he's not just able to manipulate metal, and realizes he's a telekinetic.
- Toby sees Jean-Luc descend to the deck after Wagyu very helpfully snaps Toby out of his space-out. Before jumping out of earshot, Toby hears that they've moved to plan B, and that he is to aid in evacuation.
- Toby, however, decides it will be best to continue pursuing Jean-Luc, because Toby thinks Jean-Luc still poses a threat (particularly in regards to the evacuation. People can't get away safely if shit is getting thrown at them!)
- Sees the dead medic.
- Locates Jean-Luc, hose back is presently to Toby. Creates small-talk in-order to glean certain information from Jean-Luc, should he take the bait. (F-Rank Interroagtion.)
Eruption: Post 2/3. Toby's beginning to cool and shall be completely cooled by the end of the post.
ABLIITIES COMBAT | F-RANK Jujitsu E-RANK Magma Sleeves E-RANK Regeneration | SPECIALIST | F-RANK Informational Sifting F-RANK Interrogation F-RANK Complex Problem-Solving/Coordination F-RANK Emergency First-Aid | QUIRK | C-RANK Burn C-RANK Durability C-RANK Fire/heat resistance |
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Post by Sunaho on Nov 15, 2019 1:56:52 GMT -4
RIP AND TEAR UNTIL IT IS DONE
Her Guardian Angel was pretty damn useful, having used the supplied explosives to blow up a decent chunk of the ship. Pigs were dying left and right, that was enough for Sunaho to like how things were going already. The goal was to drive the bastards back, no matter what that took, and Sunaho herself had a role to play in that simple plan. A woman of her talents was being employed for a most unusual task.
Sunaho would be wrangling a bull.
He was a mass of muscle, and that meant any offensive was going to be dangerous. Her sweep resulted in her leg getting grabbed by his giant hand. Her teeth grit down hard, cursing internally as he began to simple squeeze the sandy limb. Hard. A harsh grunt escaped her as she grit her teeth down hard, pain shooting up her limb as the sand began to grow dark and red. It would be immediately clear that there was damage being done just by applying force to the sand, however, Sunaho didn't exactly give Wagyu much time to just crush her leg. "LET GO!"The woman roared, reaching from her position, her arms extending out and hands turning to sandy claws, that she would try to plunge into the back of Wagyu's arms, near the inner elbow... Before raking them violently towards her, aiming to tear into his veins from her position, pulling down to the wrist if she could. Down the street, not across the road. Wagyu had a plenty of muscle mass, but Sunaho wasn't adverse to ripping out the fibers. As she did this, she wouldn't stop there, her mid section taking a sandy form as she bent her body forward and, while trying to slash down his arms and wrists, bit hard into his hand too. No particular target, as her jaw and mouth too become like sandy fangs, but she didn't mind pulling off a finger or two, or at least just hurting his hand. As she ripped harshly away with both her mouth and hands, bent in an inhuman position thanks to her sandy shape. "YOU REALLY GONNA DIE HERE FOR THEIR POISON, HUH?" The green haired woman would shout as she pulled away. If Wagyu let go of her, she'd dash off her good leg, clearly limping back on the other as she gave herself a bit of distance. The sound of choppers began to ring clearly, and it was becoming more evident that her men were starting to get out of their depth. That being said... "LET 'EM RETREAT IF THEY TRY, JUST GRAB WHAT YOU FUCKIN' CAN!" The sandy woman would shout to her goons, keeping her eyes fixated on her prey. She grit her teeth towards him, mouth potentially still slick with blood, as she took an even stance, bearing her claws out towards him, as she calmed herself slightly. "You ain't a talkative type. Just a good little dog, huh? Only speak when you're told?" These disgusting authority pets were really starting to get on her nerves. Why couldn't they just make this easy? Then again... It was never easy. All she could do was keep tearing into him until he had nothing left. "Nah, you're just a bull on parade."The sandy woman dashed forward once more, this time intent on making greater use of her advantages against the brute force powerhouse. She'd charge straight forward by blasting sand off her good leg, and as she was just getting into range, quickly redirect a blast of sand upwards, so that she was above him in the air! Extending both her arms towards him, they each took on vague sandy shapes, exploding outward in a scattered blast from above at Wagyu. Blast. Tear. Slash. Claw. Didn't matter what it took. Just how much. Things didn't always return to the dust without a fight. Summary:- Oof ouch owie my leg, Sunaho's sand around her leg turns red, giving Wagyu an indication it did some damage
- Sunaho fights back quickly, digging her claws into his arm and raking them back to his wrists while also biting his hand, all with sandy forms of course.
- Rips away her mouth and claws to try and make it as painful as she can, while dashing away if Wagyu lets go
- Tells the Dust Devils to let the cops escape and focus on grabbing what they can
- More taunting, before dashing forward and up towards Wagyu, using both arms to hit him with a sandblast from above and at a short distance (F-Rank Range)
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Post by Wagyu Utari on Nov 16, 2019 22:45:23 GMT -4
Wagyu’s hasty plan to deal with the sandwoman seemed to bear fruit, as the sand within his grasp turned red and he could see a flash of pain across her face. He squeezed harder, harder, until the girl cried out and her arms morphed into claws once more. He let go of her leg at the very last second before the claws could hook themselves fully into him. Despite dodging backwards, though, he couldn’t quite escape her, and the razor-sharp appendages embedded themselves into his armour, slicing through it like butter and leaving burning scratches down his arm. If he hadn’t moved, she would’ve dug into his veins.
Behind him, the C4 rained down. All he could hear was explosions, fire, the cries and screams of his allies. In any other situation, Wagyu would surely have the time to mourn them. To stop, and allow grief to work its way into his system. But, right now, there was no time. All it did was enrage him more. Everything else began to slip away as the bull seeing red took hold. He saw the giant gaping sandy maw that Sunaho’s body had become, the sharp fangs lining it, and he reacted without a thought.
His right fist shot forward, aimed right for the center of the monstrous mouth. He barely felt the fangs cut through his armour, slicing his skin and leaving him bleeding. All that registered was the impact of his knuckles against the rough grain of the sand, the force rippling through his opponent.
Should that be enough for her to let go, he would rear back, as if ready to charge at her. His hooves scraped against the ground, he snorted, and his leg would get halfway through his first step forward before his earpiece crackled to life. The first few words of the call didn’t register, so far consumed by rage was he, but the rest managed to pull his conscious mind back into control, enough to parse Japanese again.
They’re going to collide with the bridge. The IOL is not stopping, and Garo is sending another ship to collide with it and knock it off course. Evacuation orders. Plan B. Tell Informant.
The sand woman’s taunts hadn’t phased him before now, but her next barb prompted a mirthless laugh from the bull. She obviously wasn’t aware of the situation beyond the ship’s movement, and she wasn’t about to let up on the assault. He brought his right arm behind his left, now aware of his injuries, and prepared to block what she was going to throw at him. But, not silently.
“To-Informant! Plan B! Evac orders, help everyone you can!” He roared over the din of the action, just loud enough for the other hero to hear. Then, his tone dropped, and he addressed the girl in front of him.
“If this boat does not stop, it’ll crash right into the bridge ahead. The cops are prepared to collide another boat with us to stop it, but even letting it come to that… well, it won’t just be bad for us ‘dogs’.” As he spoke, he watched her leap, then blast a volley of sand toward him. He dodged to the right, taking the impact on his left arm. “You care about your gang, don’t you? I’d recommend a truce, until we can drop the anchor at least.”
“Though, I don’t expect cooperation, I’d hope you’ll understand the situation you’re in. If you don’t believe me, you can look behind you.” He grunted, motioning toward the bridge with his head. With that last comment, he charged, though not toward her. Instead, he headed further down the side of the boat, looking for the anchor. Though his guard was still up, and he was ready to dodge any followup attacks should the girl refuse to cooperate. With that, Wagyu put a finger to his earpiece. “King Taurus here, looking for the anchor. Does anyone know where it’s located?”
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continues gripping sunaho’s leg until right before the claws slice into his arm, at which point he steps back. claws still cut into him tho
the C4 is thrown down, throwing wagyu into a rage. as sunaho forms the mouth and tries to bite his hand, he punches her square in the middle of the sand-jaw, getting his right arm further fucked up
after that exchange, he’d rear back, ready to charge, when the call about the collision comes in
he’d stop, call over to informant with the info
ready to block sunaho’s next few strikes, he’d tell her about the situation, and ask her for a brief truce to ensure the boat is stopped. he’s not expecting her to listen, but better to offer her a chance than not, since not helping might mean herself and her men also drowning.
dodges her volley from above mostly as he heads off to look for the anchor, taking the rest on his left arm.
calls through the radio to see if anyone knows the location of the anchor.
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Post by Jean-Luc Apollinaire on Nov 18, 2019 0:37:08 GMT -4
Despite the utter chaos that was all abound, Jean-Luc found it oddly calm among the many containers surrounding him. The staccato rhythm of gunfire was almost faded at this point, the communications device nestled in his ear the only real source of noise breaking the near silence. From what he was hearing, it was clear that the Police forces were in disarray, scattering as he knew they would after such horrendous losses. Though Jean-Luc wasn't entirely sure, he suspected that the call for an evacuation of the ship wasn't due to his actions only minutes earlier. The fact that whoever he was listening to, obviously the commander of this operation, mentioned stopping the ship itself was of the utmost importance gave some manner of credence to that particular theory. Still, Jean-Luc wasn't all that worried about whatever issue the Police had run into, he knew that he could remove himself from the scene at any moment of his choosing, now just wasn't the time to leave.
The near silence was broken by a dull thump that began to pervade his senses. A noise that repeated itself far too much for Jean-Luc's liking. It was something he had heard many, many times in his long career of crime, one that usually sent the refuse running. It seemed the Tokyo Police Force was pulling out all the stops tonight. For now he paid it no mind, it would be clear when it became a problem but for the moment he had time to spare. The last few containers that he had searched held nothing of great interest, to Jean-Luc at least. He had no need for street drugs or something as barbaric as firearms. Of course such things could be sold to the right buyer for an obscene amount of money, but what use did he have for money? If there was something that Jean-Luc needed, or even simply wanted, then he took it. His work was far too important to be slowed by something as trivial as payment.
Leaving the tight maze of containers behind, Jean-Luc found himself in a small clearing between the tangled mess of metal. A few containers had their doors bared to him, allowing relatively easy access to their interiors. They proved to be just as disappointing as the previous containers, holding nothing of great value to the scientist. His frustration with the whole situation was on the rise and Jean-Luc was more than considering a quick jaunt to the opposite end of the ship to see about acquiring a more direct sample of this MARINE that had been shown off. The samples he had acquired from what remained of Mr. Nakamura would likely be sufficient, but the process of extracting and refining certain aspects of the drug would be much, much quicker and simpler it a direct sample could be acquired. He was moments away from doing exactly that when he heard the approaching footsteps, calm and slow. So obviously not the hulking buffoon or the ridiculous child that Jean-Luc silently hoped had been consumed in the earlier blasts.
The footsteps drew closer and the small clearing was suddenly lit up from a fiery glow. A rather calm, if slightly unsure voice broke the silence, a polite greeting of all things which caused Jean-Luc to raise a brow in interest as he slowly turned about face, hands laced behind his back. It was as he thought, not the annoying child and certainly not the Bullman but the man who had previously been coated in a very impressive display of what Jean-Luc assumed to have been lava. Though now he wasn't nearly as incandescent, where the lava had once been sloughing from his form it now seemed to have cooled somewhat, forming the beginnings of a hard shell it seemed. The man introduced himself, bowing slightly at the waist in a rather refined manner. The Informant, it was a name that rang a bell in some deep part of Jean-Luc's mind, he was sure he had read it somewhere......Aha!
Jean-Luc held up a hand for a brief moment, gesturing for the man in front of him to hold. He reached into his coat, pulling out a pristine, locked, leather bound journal, a trivial application of his Quirk unlocked the book and rapidly thumbed through numerous pages before settling, allowing the Frenchman to turn a few pages manually before finding what he had been looking for. He studied the page for a brief moment before casting his gaze over to the Molten Man standing before him.
"The Informant, real name, unknown. Quirk, not currently quantified, thought to be a variation of Pyrokinesis though I suppose I can make an amendment there now." he said in brief summary before closing the journal and placing it back into his coat before returning to his previous position.
"A relatively quiet Hero by most descriptions. I find it odd for someone of your experience to be included in such a...violent raid. No matter." said Jean-Luc, giving a skillful flourish of his arm and also bowing in greeting.
"If introductions are to be made then you may call me Dagon." he explained, listening and nodding along to The Informant's request for questions, gesturing him to proceed. The man inquired as to whether or not Jean-Luc had been involved in the prior action with the Shipping Container. He only nodded in response, curious to see where the mild mannered man in front of him would take things. What he was not expecting was for the man to give glowing compliments to both his skill and Quirk, it was most unusual if not a healthy change of pace. Jean-Luc waited for The Informant to ask his questions before speaking up.
"I must say it is refreshing to not have to deal with the constant monologuing that is common among those of your profession. In regards to your questions the answer is no quite so simple." he began, lacing his hands in front of him as he started to move, circling the clearing with The Informant no doubt mirroring his actions.
"You must first understand that Quirks are a byproduct of a marvelous cosmic imperative that is Evolution. All life is continually in the process of changing, of improving it's own design at an infinitesimally slow pace. With the outbreak of Quirks however, the evolutionary clock was kicked into overdrive. 15 years ago it was a struggle for me to lift a small car. Today? Well, you've seen what I am currently capable of. Who knows where I will stand 15 years from now, or you for that matter. Over the years I have found that Quirkers or Homo-superior, a term I have come to use, fall into one of two categories. Those with near limitless potential, and those too lazy to realize it." he explained, his contempt for the latter category clear in his tone.
Jean-Luc continued to pace around the clearing, eager to see what his companion thought of his words. For a moment nothing was said and he was about to continue when the calm atmosphere was broken suddenly. The once quiet sound of the approaching helicopters had become a near unbearable din. His gaze met that of The Informant's for a brief moment.
"Apologies, one moment." he said as he turned his back on the rather cordial Hero. No sooner had he done so than a spotlight was placed on his form once more, now from the air. A loud voice calling for his surrender could be heard blaring out across the ship. Jean-Luc remained perfectly still, sighing softly and speaking aloud.
"You are interrupting a rather nice conversation." he said, glaring upwards at the Helicopter. He wasted not a single moment. He made no movement himself, he didn't need to, but the same couldn't be said of a small shipping container that made up the tangled maze strewn across the deck. In the time it took to blink the container was in motion, going from 0 to 90km/h in the time it took Jean-Luc to think it. It seemed that the pilot was rather canny, noticing the rapidly approaching projectile quickly, not that Jean-Luc had made any attempt to hide it. The helicopter in question tried to rapidly maneuver out of the way, tried being the key term. It was almost successful but the container was simply too quick and too close for them to clear it in time, the steel container still grazing roughly up the side of the helicopter and very likely damaging it beyond repair. While the container itself continued on it's way the Helicopter was sent into a spin almost immediately, Jean-Luc wasn't sure if it was enough to ground the vehicle, but he didn't particularly care, it was enough to remove it from the current situation. He turned back to The Informant, clasping his hands in front of himself.
"Now, where were we?" he said, his tone entirely too nonchalant for what had just transpired.
Summary: - Heard about the evacuation order, but not the reasoning. - Had a nice chat with Tobias for a bit. - Was interrupted by a Helicopter and dealt with it accordingly, striking it just enough with a small shipping container.
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Post by Chiyuri Akagi on Nov 18, 2019 14:56:28 GMT -4
Well, it seemed like someone stepped up to the plate after the challenge Chiyuri had laid down. And sure enough, it seemed to be the progenitor of all this icy shit. The answer to the challenge? Throwing one of the injured gang members at her. A quick sidestep made it an easy effort to dodge, after all it would sour the fight if she couldn't fuck up this asshole at full power. It'd be a fun fight, to be sure, but the speech on this dude was quite possibly the weakest shit she'd heard. 'Owe it to them'? 'Why fight for people who wouldn't do the same for you'? This busta had to be making some bad attempt at a joke. “For your info, sucka, I ain't a pro hero, never have, never will be. 'Course I don't owe these pigs anything. But you know who I do owe something to? Lil' city name of 'Tokyo', sound familiar? And I'll be damned if you and your Frosty the Snowman shit's gonna fuck this place up, dumbass – you and all your small-fry friends over there!” she yelled out to the icy fool, but before she could attack, a bright light shone down from above, covering both her and the villain. ''Get on the ground! We have you cornered!'' was the cry coming from within, and with some spinning that could mean one thing – a barrel 'o bullets bouta head their way. But what these cops didn't know, was that this gave Chiyuri the best damn opportunity she could afford. “Are-are you for real? Well, fuck me, I guess, thanks chumps!” she said with a smirk, and began to power up, taking in the helicopter's light, and summoning her neon-green co-op partner for this duel. “Ice, meet Light. Light, FUCK 'EM UP!” she shouted, as she pointed towards Chilly McFreeze. Her summon launched its bomb-ass energy wave towards the dumbass, moving across the steel of the boat, creating sparks as it went. While this was happening though, Chiyuri pulled back on her hilt, revving up the music, beginning a pumping beat as her sword lit ablaze. With this, she boosted forward on her skates towards the villain, almost side-by-side with the energy wave. Still needed a cool name for it. Perhaps it'd be named after this guy – “Punk-Hurtin' Wave” or something. TL;DR- Chiyuri side-steps the goon thrown by Seita - What a lame speech, let me show a real one - Helicopter appears, gives her a boost instead of lettin' her stop - Summons her... summon - Calls it to fire its wave attack (D-Rank Strength(?))
- Activate Tempo Overflow (E-Rank Burn, post 1/3 before turn off)
- Chiyuri boosts forth on skates to attack with it (D-Rank Speed)
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Post by Seita Kokuki on Nov 20, 2019 6:35:46 GMT -4
| I am the hand that shall tip the scales of fate What side will you be on? Word Count: 455 |
Seita laughed at the woman as she finished her little soliloquy. “My my you certainly are a brash and crass woman.” He said as he continued to stare at her. “Ah yes Tokyo. Such a truly lovely city.” He said, his words dripping with sarcasm. “Not to monologue like so many cliches but do you really think this city is so great that it’s worth saving? A city where there is still clear discrimination against those like us?” He said as he turned and looked at the cityscape in the distance. “Why should those with out our gifts be in charge of this world, let alone this city. No, it’s time that we take our place at the top of the mountain.” He finished looking back at her. “I intend on making sure that happens, that we the quirkers, are the ones calling the shots. And if you wish to stand in the way of my vision, then I will simply remove you from the equation.” he said menacingly.
He returned to his defensive stance as a helicopter flew above the ship and hovered there as a voice over a loudspeaker commanded him and any other criminal to get on the ground. “Noisy little insects.” Seita thought as he looked up at the flying nuisance. He snapped back to the woman as she summoned a follower to her side out of nowhere. “Oh so you can summon little followers to your side at will? That is a most interesting quirk you have, it’s truly a shame that you’re about to throw such a splendid gift away.” He said as he smirked. Her companion launched forth a strange energy wave at him right as his crass opponent charged right at him with rather impressive speed. Unfortunately for her though, Seita was another level above her when it came to speed. He moved at top speed towards her, staying clear of her follower’s attack and quickly grabbed at her wrist that she had her flaming sword in. If he managed to grab it he intended to both crush it and cause some additional damage in the form of severe frostbite to her tissue. While he did that he also aimed a full strength palm strike to her abdomen. While that summoned creature of her’s was possible going to be annoying, he suspected that if she was disposed of than it too would be disposed of. If not, then he’d deal with it after her. After his palm strike he quickly moved backwards to a container that he found to be devoid of any cargo. “Hey Light. Catch.” he said cooly as he picked up the empty container and hurled it in the direction of the green being.
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Seita laughed at his crass adversary before giving her an admittedly cliche monologue He sees her summon her… Summon and gives her a little bit of praise for the uniqueness of her quirk. He watches as she and her summon attack him directly and quickly moves in on her(C-rank speed) He then tries to crush her wrist and burn her with his quirks abilities. (C-rank Strength and Burn) He aims a full strength palm strike at her abdomen before moving back and grabbing a container and hurling it at her summon Light.
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Post by storytellerrisa on Nov 20, 2019 17:28:45 GMT -4
STORYTELLER Garo knew things was desperate and was going too extreme, these vile scum of criminals will go for even greater lenghts for their greedy intentions won't they? Witnessing the battle zone happening not just on the front but also the back left Garo livid and extremely worried. ''If that ship collide through the bridge and get away with such dangerous content then how can I call myself a protector. No, this won't do, we will stop them.'' Monolouging with himself he turned his attention back to the monitors located across the room, it was flashing and a big mess all in all. If only he could witness the small scenes going on on that large ship then maybe he could do a proper calculation, but it was hard to tell, far too hard. Plan B was planned out with small risk in mind, but who in gods name are commanding that large container ship? Drastic actions requiring drastic solutions, he could only hope that this will stop IOL Endeavour.
Back on the bow, the rather heavily damaged zone where corpses was laying scattered and a few men struggling to follow along, but with accordance between them they did not leave any behind, thios was possible from the cease of firing between the two sides, and the villains with their focus on somewhere else. ''Alpha Team, Beta Team, support the injured and make sure to get on your boats!'' One healthy officer departed from the bow and hitting the water on the Port Bow side, and it didn't take long enough until HQ Ship to come from a sharp angle, the speed of the fellow container ship was far greater with it's lighter size. ''King Taurus! Make sure to not get caught off guard by the incoming impact! Please inform Informant to brace up aswell, when the crew are off the bow we'll start the operation!'' Garo felt heavy from saying such daring words, he expected alot from the heroes, and putting great trust in their ability to keep the absurd villains in check. And as for Taurus's attempt to locate the anchro, it was no mistake it was just a bit lower from the wrecked section of the Bow, although floor is unstable near it, but he just needs to release it right?
With the ship coming in hot, the two combat choppers hovered above the moving container ship, one in particular taking a close aim at the open space among the many containers. ''Down to the ground!-'' Then suddenly the container began to move, in a rather high speed, straight upwards and just mere seconds away from hitting the chopper dead on. But the co-pilot, with some extreme keen eyes, pushed at the handles hard to the left and forcing the chopper to make a dramatic manevour. The large metal box hits the underside of the flying vehicle and damaged it somewhat enough for unstable control to be put into the pilot's hands. ''Gah! We're hit! Can't move this thing properly!'' The chopper was wildly spinning, and in an attempt to grab control back to the rotors the pilot flew higher up and away from the ship for more space to work with. Garo could just witness the container getting tossed like a mere toy into the sky and far into the land distance, his eyes widened and was simply too shocked to respond at first. ''Ngh, what the hell is going on there?! Those containers will cause major damage with that kind of altitude!'' God knows where that container lands at, hopefully not something crucial.
With one chopper out of temporary commission the one left aiming at the ship's surface was keeping it's powerful lights at the controntation between the vigilante and the villain. ''Get down! This is your last warning!'' Just as they thought they were the ones taking the leading torch of this scene, the lights from the chopper began to warp weaker the closer it got to the lit up space. The Vigilante had transformed the energy from the light into a companion! The pilots looked confused and felt unsure on how to tackle this situation, their lights only working halfway. ''They're clearly not gonna listen to warnings! Neutralize them!'' The gunner nodded and took aim as the both the vigilante and the villain duked it out. The container was attempted to get tossed, but it was torn into two when they fired a solid round of high caliber bullets, destroying it with the chopper's destructive weapons. They followed the stream of bullets to the right, towards Seita's position and at a very fast rate!
Bullets was falling fast, containers falling even harder, and choppers going out of control, but to top it all off, another ship was about to drift crash against IOL Endeavour's Port Side with full force, only a matter of a few minutes until impact, and hopefully the kind of climax that will stop the collison with the bridge to happen. With a few minutes away, the remaining of the officers alive has departed from the broken Bow of the container ship, with the four boats that initially surrounding Endeavour picking up them up.
-Lack of focus on the officers made it very easy for them to retreat without too much trouble, they all got down from the bow, leaving behind the corpses of their comrades. -One chopper gets hit just barely and are swinging out of control, the container soared through the sky and likely hit something crucial across the container yard. -The cofrontation between Chiyuri and Seita heats up, allowing for the chopper to make it's move (With a pair of deadly high caliber gunners) -King Taurus are able to locate the anchor with ease, just below the ruined part of the Port Side of the Bow. -The container ship collison will strike next post. Tags: @
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Post by Tobias Murakami on Nov 23, 2019 17:36:15 GMT -4
BURN BABY BURN If the greeting had been odd enough to warrant a pause, the response it received was equally unusual—surely the cephalopod-esque gentleman would have thrown a container at the first provocation, or thrown Tobias for that matter. Instead he rose a hand, rummaged through his coat, and procured some sort of journal. Well, if the telekinetic was willing to humor his volcanic interloper, Tobias could extend the same courtesy. He clasped his hands behind his back and waited. Whatever kept that rube out of those goddamn shipping containers. The gentleman seemed to be quite the studious type, listing factoids about Tobias, available in both formal and informal databases of Japanese Professional Heroes. At the villain’s sentiment of how out-of-place Tobias was, the behemoth merely gave a polite smile in reply. There was no reason to advise this man further, either on the gaps in his knowledge or on Tobias’s purpose in the raid—particularly if he wasn’t wrong. Tobias wasn’t a combat hero—for God’s sake, his name was “The Informant”—he clearly didn’t belong there. “Plenty of information to be gathered in a place like this,” he said placidly. It was a lame excuse, even Tobias thought so as he uttered it. The fires that had been burning at skin-level were fading to a dull red. In moments, he’d be well into the cooling stage, “Besides, I prefer to listen and observe.” Tobias’s reactions were drawn and carefully measured before they surfaced on his face. He was naturally not incredibly expressive, and the congealing obsidian only exacerbated that effect. The man merely nodded to confirm his involvement with the flying shipping container. “Ah,” he sighed without surprise and, astonishingly, without much judgement. What followed was a much wordier response, one that went much further than the question than Tobias had asked. How cerebral. Woven into his response were tidbits of information that Tobias’s brain cleaved onto and committed to memory. Dagon had possessed his powers for at least fifteen years. Since then, his powers had grown. So perhaps there was even more of a potential grow. This suggested that he'd displayed his full, or at least close to his full, current potential. The long-winded explanation also afforded the Informant time to formulate, time to cool. His shell was starting to go black at the edges, hardening to the point where his eyes became burning pinpricks in a sea of stone. The two men circled one another, like two sharks circling in the tank. A helicopter interrupted them. Over the thrum of the propellers, and the scrape of metal-against-metal, Tobias couldn’t hear what was said. The shipping container jettisoned itself off the deck, taking flight in an aura of purple. The Informant gaped, his mouth a small “o” that drooped at the corners. It was like watching a dirigible catch flame and descend—horrible, tragic, and yet… undeniably powerful. Thankfully it was a glancing blow that the helicopter was able to dodge. None of the uncomfortable knotting in Tobias’s stomach had made it to his fade, however. “Impressive,” the man breathed. Tobias caught himself feeling relieved that he had yet to be at the business end of one of those shipping containers. He cleared his throat, composing himself, “Although respectfully, Dagon-san, it would be most ideal if you did not hurl shipping containers at the aircraft… They have been authorized to use lethal force, if necessary.” The golem had been plunged almost entirely into black obsidian, spare some fading maroon and purple at the joints. “Unless you can also stop bullets, which I would not doubt for a moment,” Tobias persisted. The golem unclasped his hands, his eyes tracing the innards of a container that had already been busted open. Nothing noteworthy. He turned his back to the container, facing the cephalopod-faced telekinetic. “Have you any plan for disembarking, Dagon-san?” Tobias inquired, now clasping his hands in front of him, “We’ve been given orders to evacuate. It may be in your best interest to come with me.” While phrased like an invitation, the two men knew the spheres that they occupied. Dagon was a villain. Toby was a pro-hero. It was his duty to bring this man to justice… Tobias just preferred not using force. From their location on the ship, Tobias had no notion of their proximity to land—or, for that matter, the bridge. For all he knew, they could be in the open sea, by now. As such, he made his offer with an air of benevolence. It would spare Dagon-san a long swim back to the shore. Would the man come quietly? Doubtful. But it was worth a shot. TL, DR:
ABLIITIES COMBAT | F-RANK Jujitsu E-RANK Magma Sleeves E-RANK Regeneration | SPECIALIST | F-RANK Informational Sifting F-RANK Interrogation F-RANK Complex Problem-Solving/Coordination F-RANK Emergency First-Aid | QUIRK | C-RANK Burn C-RANK Durability C-RANK Fire/heat resistance |
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Post by Sunaho on Nov 25, 2019 12:07:32 GMT -4
ENEMY OF MY ENEMY
The beast didn't like her fangs, it seemed. As Sunaho attempted to use more primal means of doing harm to her opponent, she'd find herself rewarded for her troubles, a hefty fist to her mouth sending the woman reeling, letting go and accepting what damage she was able to deal to the bull as she pulled back, her head spinning for a moment as she made distance between them. Her entire face ached like hell, and she could taste the blood in her moth. Both his and hers.
At that point, they were both ready to embrace their wilder sides to get the job done, though only Sunaho was opening her mouth. She taunted the bull, hoping for a charge, but ended up on the receiving end of some sudden and unexpected diplomacy. Her sandy blast crashed into his arm, and he didn't respond with a counterattack, but instead by finally opening his damn mouth.
The sandy woman landed, pausing her attack the moment he said the boat was gonna be crashing. She didn't have a damn reason to believe him at first, growling lowly, yet still aware that the possibility of truth didn't bode well for her crew. "What kind of dumb fucks would try to stop this boat by crashing another into it?" Apparently, pigs were dumber than Sunaho thought, however. The real clue that Wagyu was telling the truth came when he turned from her.
He wasn't that brain-dead, surely.
Sunaho hesitated to chase after him, glancing back at her gang and seeing them looting what they could, now free of police presence. They didn't exactly have an escape plan yet, though. "OI!" Sunaho called out to the Dust Devils, as she turned towards where Wagyu had headed. There was a stubborn part of her that wanted to just tear into the back of his knees and then just push him off the damn boat. The part of her that gave a shit about what happened to her Dust Devils was a lot louder than that, fortunately.
"LOOK FOR A FUCKIN' LIFEBOAT, OR SOMETHING! GRAB WHAT WE CAN AND GET OFF!" If the cops were so desperate to fuck this ship up, they needed to change up their priorities. For Sunaho... That meant leaving that poison for later. For now, whatever the bull was doing to slow the ship down, she had to be there. Like hell she was gonna trust her gang's fate to this animal on a leash.
Dashing after him, Sunaho would set her eyes on whatever it was he was chasing. Favoring her uninjured leg, she shot over to the edge of the damaged ship, keeping one eye on him if he made any moves. It was there that she spotted his target.
"That's the best fucking plan you've got? Useless fucks, when this is your own fault." Sunaho would say plainly, wiping some of the blood from her mouth as she gave a cautious glare over towards King Taurus. "Shinagawa's gonna burn, and it's cause y'all couldn't wait to get your hands on a fuckin' bioweapon. Ain't that some shit." She huffed to herself, before shooting off the edge of the broken area and into the interior, into where the anchor chain had been exposed.
"ANY OF MY BOYS DIE, YOU CHOKE ON YOUR OWN BALLS, GOT IT?" Sunaho would call out, turning her other hand into an enlarged claw, slashing haphazardly at whatever was holding the anchor back, and if necessary, attempting to pry the fucker out and slow this boat down.
Yeah, helping a Hero kinda sucked shit. She'd just have to make him pay for it. Once her gang was safe.
- Sunaho gets a wallop in the mouth - Pulls back, is ready to fight more - Wagyu drops the truce offer, Sunaho is hesitant at first - Decides to make sure her gang is safe, doesn't attack Wagyu - Tells the Dust Devils to search for a lifeboat - Chases after Wagyu, taunts more - Notices he's going for the anchor, jumps into interior and starts slashing brakes and trying to pry it out
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Post by Wagyu Utari on Nov 27, 2019 20:58:55 GMT -4
It sounded like the end of the world around Wagyu. Police and thugs alike evacuating, struggling to make it out to lifeboats. The not-distant-enough-for-comfort sounds of twisting and scratching metal, that he knew were Chiyuri and Toby struggling against the other villains. The distinct sound of metal hitting metal, that he could tell without even looking was another container being flung skyward, toward the helicopters no doubt. If he had time to spare, he could help them. Help Toby fight off the psychic atop the comm tower, get Chiyuri out of the danger she was throwing herself into, aid in the evacuation.
But there was simply no time, something he was reminded of by the voice in his ear again. “Sir… nevermind.” He was about to ask if they could delay the impact, but if he screwed this up, there was only one option left, and time would be of the essence. There was no way they could afford to delay. “Just… If the anchor stops the boat, is it possible to prevent the impact?”
With that, he was off, only snorting in shame as the sand woman mocked the cops’ plan. Honestly, he wasn’t a fan of it either, but he could never admit that, especially to a villain who’d just tried to kill him. With that comment, he’d expected her to take the opportunity and attack, but the next moment she turned and yelled to her boys, telling them to get off the ship.
This was a pleasant surprise, to say the least. He stopped in his tracks for a moment, and turned back, just to be sure she wasn’t trying to fool him. No, she was actually helping him, even if she was badmouthing the plan all the while. “If you have a better idea, I’d love to hear it.” Wagyu commented, though it was clear from his grim tone of voice that he wasn’t being sarcastic.
“I’ll see to it that they survive, trust me.” He called down, as his temporary ally flung herself downward and into the rooms of the ship below. He followed, though more careful than her, picking a spot where the most floor still seemed to be intact before leaping down after her. As fast as he could, he scrambled onto less damaged flooring and headed for the brakes for the anchor’s chain. It’d been all but exposed to the elements by the prior explosions, and the sand woman was already aiming everything she had at it. When he caught up to her, he grappled the brake, and pulled as hard as he could, aiming to free the anchor.
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-asks garo if its possible to stop the impact should the anchor be dropped
-goes with sunaho to the anchor side of the boat
-drops down into the boat
-goes for the anchor, tries to help sunaho pry it out
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Post by Jean-Luc Apollinaire on Nov 29, 2019 20:46:13 GMT -4
Jean-Luc couldn't help but chuckle slightly at The Informant's tone and choice of words. Why, one might even begin to think that the mild mannered man was concerned about his well-being. This was far from the most dangerous situation the Frenchman had ever found himself in, not that The Informant knew that. A single Helicopter wasn't nearly enough to concern Jean-Luc at this point, the threat of Lethal Force even less so. It had been a cold fact of existence for him these past 16 years. He held no illusions that in the eyes of society he deserved the treatment he was usually shown, he simply didn't care what such pathetic people thought of him. Whether or not they knew it, his actions were in service to a large portion of the population. It bothered him not if they cheered him on, he hadn't started on this path for self-gratification like some Hero. There was a job that needed to be done and if he was one of the few willing to see it through then so be it.
He had been studying The Informant's changing form for some time now, mainly out of sheer curiosity for the man's Quirk. Where the man had been glowing ever so slightly when they first made contact now however it seemed that the layer of molten material covering him had cooled off. A covering of black rock had been left in it's place which didn't seem to hamper The Informant's movement at all, curious. So it was a benefit, not a downside, most likely providing increased durability if Jean-Luc had to guess. His desire to acquire a sample now only heightening. Whilst still keeping his gaze entirely fixed on the Hero in front of him, Jean-Luc listened in as the ear-bud he had appropriated crackled to life, a voice he had yet to hear joining the fray and mentioning dropping the ships anchor as a means to stop the coming collision. Jean-Luc almost snorted aloud, so that was their grand plan? Ram the ship with another in an attempt to stop it? He had thought the Tokyo Police force a little more competent then that but apparently not.
"I can assure you that Helicopters and their weaponry are of no concern to me. They aren't much more than loud, flying targets." he said, making conversation to keep The Informant's attention solely on himself.
Anyone that knew Jean-Luc well would know that he was not one to shy away from violence, far from it, but it wasn't a course of action he usually preferred. He knew full well that if he had come face to face with either of the other two adversaries no doubt now engaging his erstwhile allies that he would have a fight on his hands. Well, it may have been interesting to draw out a fight between himself and the Bull-man in an experiment to see just how similar the Hero was to Savage. But Jean-Luc knew that if it had been the annoying child he had been matched up against that he would have left their corpse on the deck long ago. Even up on his earlier perch Jean-Luc had heard their ridiculous entrance and he was sure that he would not have been able to restrain himself for very long against such a fool. Ryuung liked to annoy him with such inane prattle from time to time, but in that case Jean-Luc had the benefit of knowing that Ryuung could be sensible when it was required of him. In the vigilantes case it seemed to be their entire persona.
At least The Informant seemed open to the idea of talking things through, something Jean-Luc immediately liked about the man. He was sensible, not some gung-ho fool of a Hero that was only concerned with their popularity ratings. There were very, very few Heroes that Jean-Luc could say he actually respected and The Informant was working his way onto that list. In any other circumstance Jean-Luc was have relished the chance to simply sit down with the man and talk, perhaps even attempt to sway the man's beliefs if at all possible. It would certainly be nice to have a like minded ally of such impeccable character. Though it was likely that The Informant was simply too altruistic and possibly even naive for that. In the end, it didn't particularly matter at the present time. He did however listen with a smile on his face when The Informant essentially asked Jean-Luc to surrender himself for safe passage off of the ship.
"Oh I think I'll be quite alright by myself." he said with a small laugh before tapping a finger to his ear and the communication device therein.
"I've been listening in for some time now and I've been kept appraised of the situation enough to know when it is time for me to leave tonight. Can you say the same I wonder? Do you know the danger your own allies are putting you in?" he explained, asking such a loaded question as both a means of distracting the Informant, and to possibly make the man question the reliability of his allies.
"When all is said and done tonight I will leave without issue. I would prefer to do that without bringing the two of us to blows if it can at all be avoided, though I understand we both have our responsibilities. You are a Hero of course, charged by bureaucratic masters to stamp out any threat to their rule, and by that reasoning, as the man who stands against them and seeks to bring about change, I am of course the Villain. Society seems to dictate that we fight, though does it truly need to end in such a fashion?" said Jean-Luc, circling the clearing once more as he spoke. He was careful to keep his distance however, as he still hadn't gotten a true idea of the Informant's Quirk yet and didn't see any reason to leave himself open to a surprise attack.
Summary: - Still just havin a good old chat. - Jean-Luc keeping his distance from Tobias whilst speaking.
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Post by Chiyuri Akagi on Dec 1, 2019 12:30:56 GMT -4
Seems as though this prickly little guy would take some more ingenuity. As Chiyuri bum-rushed him with her trusty blade, he met her speed, surpassing it as well, and tried to give her a pretty harsh smack on the wrist. The Emerald weapon managed to counter it with a strike from her blade, but he still managed to hit her dead on in the chest with a vicious palm strike, sending her flying back to the edge of the boat, making her a little groggy as a result, plus with a nasty burn on her chest, freezing up the main section of her vigilante outfit. If the coldness of the quirk was bad enough, a night breeze wouldn't help either. After getting up, she saw the second part of Frosty's assault – get the container and lob it, straight at her copy. Chiyuri hadn't measured the pure strength of her quirk yet, and while it was kinda strong, she didn't think it could break through a solid container. However, it seemed as though that might not be required at this point. The helicopter that gave her the boost from earlier seemed to have gotten a little off-course, and began to shoot, directly towards that cold-ass villain. The shower of bullets ripped apart the container, and as a result left the battlefield clear for her to go in, now with backup. “Yo, Iceman, if you think a little pat on the chest is gonna stop me, you're outta your mind, dog! Besides, you ain't got technique good enough to get this bod, you feel me?” she said, trying to rile the villain up. With that, she began to get back to the fray, burning sword in hand. “Ey, you corner him!” she called out to her copy, as it began to do so, following on from Chiyuri's example, getting on one side of the bullet shower while the original girl got on the other. “Hope you got your sun-cream, 'cause this is gonna get heated!” she said, closing on the dastardly snowman. With Emerald and her copy both raising their swords, it was time to get up-close and personal. TL;DR- Chiyuri counters the wrist grab with a strike (E-Rank MA(D-Rank Strength + E-Rank Burn)), but tanks the palm strike - Pretty beat up, but not down for the count just yet - Sees the helicopter attack, uses it to her advantage - Boosts forward again (D-Rank Speed), Chiyuri on one side of the bullets, Clone on the other - Both are ready to attack Seita as they corner him
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Post by Seita Kokuki on Dec 3, 2019 15:13:56 GMT -4
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Seita hissed in pain as the vulgar women managed to get in a decent counter slash on him. “Insolent brat!” He yelled out in an uncharacteristic tone. He quickly inspected his arm where the wound was and used his quirks freezing ability to cool off the burned tissue and further close the slightly cauterized gash. Seita let out an annoyed scoff as he watched his large projectile get completely shredded by the helicopter’s gun fire. “Annoying little insects with their guns.” He spat as he looked up at the source of his ire. He saw the woman and her minion began to charge at him again but he knew that the helicopter was indeed the bigger threat and had to be dealt with first. Thinking quickly he began to move at full speed to one of the few areas that the knew the chopper couldn’t risk firing at, the container filled with explosives.
After a brief moment he made it to his destination and stopped, taking the risk that the gunner wasn’t dumb enough to risk blowing everything and everyone to hell by firing at him. Seita then used the moment of ceasefire and grabbed a half dozen or so of the plastic explosives and hurled them in the direction of the chopper. Aiming his throws so that it would take some nimble piloting to avoid each one. Quickly he turned back towards his adversary, his eyes locked onto her. “Now that little interruption is at least momentarily out of the way, shall we continue our skirmish?” He said coldly. Seita then grabbed some loose metal that was lying about and used his enhanced strength to bend them around each of his forearms in order to create some makeshift armor plates to help him better deflect and defend against her sword. He charged at her at full speed and aimed another palm strike at her summon. Without missing a beat Seita then aimed a spinning heel kick at Chiyuri’s head. He followed that up with an attempted leg sweep, using his continued momentum from the heel kick to carry over to his next strike. If he managed to get her on the ground he planned on finishing the fight and her off quickly, but he still had his quads up in case her minion got up quicker than he expected.
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Seita used his quirk to mildly cool off his burned wound. To try and deal with the helicopter her ran at top speed towards the C4 to get them to stop firing. He then threw several things of C4 at the chopper hopefully hitting it with one of them. After that he used his super strength(C-Rank strength) to bend some loose metal around his forearms to help him better defend against Chiyuri’s sword. (In theory.) He then aimed a few strikes at both her and her summon, hopefully knocking her down so he could quickly end this annoyance.
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Post by storytellerrisa on Dec 3, 2019 16:53:14 GMT -4
STORYTELLER IOL Endeavour was getting closer and closer to the bridge, the sight of the potential collision between the two was drastically becoming a reality in matter of a minute or two. There was a scene going on seemingly everywhere on the container ship, and it was about time to cease all of this. Garo knew they had to be careful with this drastic move, if they didn't position themselves properly upon impact they could either hit too hard or not halt the speed enough. Garo got in the message from King Taurus, this sparked a small theory that could make this a lot easier. Garo had to think quick and make orders even quicker. ''King Taurus, if what you say is available then don't hesitate on using it! Use whatever it's in your power to hinder that ship to move!'' Garo now needed not only to position their own ship properly, but also time it with the anchor. He walked back to his Monitoring group and laid down the circumstances, then he takes the radio to the control room. ''Control Room, this is Commissioner Garo speaking, IOL Endeavour is about to release it's anchor while in high speed, I repeat, IOL Endeavour is about to release it's anchor. I want you to prepare for sudden movements, move around it's front, over.'' The man ordering the controls responded back with affirmative words.
From the bow the sight of HQ Ship was nearing pretty damn close, it's loud horns blurted out in the form of an alert, even shining it's lights towards the bridge that was infront of both of the ships. Garo tightened his grip on his wrist and stared worrisome at the scene unfolding past the wet window.
Seita had succesfully ceasing the rapid bullets from raining down. The pilot instead hovered around in the air and aimed their lights at the villain. ''The threat is located near the explosives, ceasing fire.'' But just as the battle chopper was about to tranquilize the threat they were forced to swiftly move away from the ''Backing up! Threat are tossing C4!'' ''H-how is he even able to toss them so high up?!'' Said the co-pilot, soon far up high into the sky, away from the explosives. Down at the lower deck, the two fierce Quirkers went at it on the large locks holding the chain roll in place, King Taurus' and Sunaho's great strength and swift effeciency did real damage to the wide layers of metal. One lock, two lock, three locks, and after that the rest sort of couldn't handle the weight anymore and burtsed right off. The noise of heavy unrefined iron scrapping against the floor and the exit hole filled the lower deck with echoing noises. And thus the massive anchor submerges into the black water with a crash. Garo gets confirmation a sight of an anchor being released down from the watchers on the front of HQ Ship or by King Taurus himself.
It was silence for a few seconds, anything that was currently going on around the many sectors of IOL Endeavour was to be very stopped abruptly. The anchor reaches the ocean floor and gets a solid grip, the sudden shift of movement and direction made the entire container ship rock to the left and create a huge swing. For anyone that had some form of footing on the floor or any object not glued to the floor, was about to get shoved violently to the right side. The loud noise of ocean being broken apart by the sheer size and strength of the ship created a tall explosion of water that reached high up to the bridge. HQ Ship was quickly to respond and shifted it's direction, halting their speed to get into position infront of IOL Endeavour. Both The Informant and Jean, pushed by the sudden force, and the many containers shifted around once more, this time the sudden shift of movement did alot more damage, cracking several containers around them, one even about to fall directly at Jean's position.
Those in the lower deck simply got shoved to the side of the space they were in, the impact of hitting against the wall was not delightful one bit. And for the two that was about to duke it out, they both got tripped and pushed to the side near the edge of the bow.
''IOL Endeavour has changed course! Their speed has decreased and stuck with the anchor, over.'' Recieving good news for once, Garo sighed out while HQ Ship now smoothly got the front of Endeavour, blocking the path completely incase of the anchor fails to stay stuck down at the ocean floor. ''That was a close one... but don't rest yet men, aboard the ship and surround the ship with our remaining scout boats.'' Garo stared through the window where the readied men emerged from the metal doors and began to create paths onboard of the ship. ''HQ Ship, we have succesfully arrived onboard, two unfamiliar targets at the bow, over.'' The Commissioner guessed that one of them had to be a villain, or both, but he also remembers the mention of a vigilante joining the party. ''Confirm their identities, and King Taurus, whats the status with the hostile villains? And where is The Informant?''
While Garo awaited for much needed information, the men who just got to the bow scanned the place. Three specifically aimed their rifles at Chiyuri and Seita. ''Hold it right there, just don't move a muscle., and don't you think of picking up any of those C4's,'' With the bow soon taken over by the police once more, the silent space within the many piles of containers had such a big mess that it was hard to tell what was a corpse or not. But one silver container specifically was located at the floor level, and an extremely heavy red container had busted it right open from a direct impact. Within the specially secured silver container was metal crates with some clear value to them, refined steel, design not seen in every day life, and they all had 'priority' labelled on them. Three cubes laying among the mess.with A, B and C marked on their sides. The battle chopper that retreated earlier slowly ventured down, aiming light down at the bow.
-King Taurus comes with an idea, Garo takes initiative. -The anchor is succesfully lowered, resulting IOL Endeavour to make a forceful swing, ceasing it's speed and getting the container ship stuck. -HQ Ship halts and positions to the front for complete overtake of the ship. -Chiyuri and Seita are both held at gunpoint -Sunaho and Wagyu are both slammed against the metal wall, no one else is in the lower deck. -Jean and Tobias gets into a literal rain of containers, Jean being the one getting a container at his way first. -Inside one specially silver painted container contains steel metal boxes with value to their appearance, requires B rank strength to pry open. Tags: @
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Post by Tobias Murakami on Dec 5, 2019 19:57:44 GMT -4
BURN BABY BURN Dagon assured the crimson gentleman that helicopters, particularly lethally-armed ones, were of no concern to him. Which earned a mild bob of the head, and an equally-mild, "But of course." So much for using self-preservation as leverage to get Dagon to come quietly. Despite this setback, Tobias’s poker-face was enviable. A polite but contained smile had remained on his face, even as the villain needled at him, showing-off his earpiece that made him privy to the goings-on of the police force. Tobias’s smile faltered. The memory of the fallen officer was still fresh in his mind. When he was lobbing shipping containers with his Quirk, it was easy to separate the act of violence from the perpetrator. Perhaps that was how Tobias was still keeping his head about him-- by viewing things in such a clinical light. It wasn’t that “Dagon killed dozens of police officers” but rather, “A shipping container crashed into a boat.” The presence of the earbud-- one that clearly wasn’t supposed to be in Dagon’s ear, but in an officer’s-- ruined that carefully-constructed lie. “I suppose it’s a hazard of the workplace,” Tobias remarked-- both in regards to his own lack of communications, and in regard to the fallen officer. All of this had an inherent risk to it-- anyone involved knew full well that it could prove deadly. By now, the Informant’s transformation was complete. Could his armor withstand Dagon’s power, the man wondered? Or would the telekinetic crush him like a tin can at the slightest provocation? What made him so different from the countless officers that had been massacred without a second thought? Though his body was now completely cooled, a low, angry heat roiled in his chest. Self-preservation, and a sense of decorum, were the only things keeping Tobias from whaling-on the unusual telekinetic before him. There was something familiar in the way the other man spoke. Of bureaucracy and its tyrannical rule of Quirkers-- it took Tobias back to his days of activism in college, though his route had been far more pacifistic, and well within the parameters of what was socially acceptable. Dagon asked his question, but the obsidian golem would not have the opportunity to answer. For, as he opened his glowing mouth, the boat lurched, throwing Tobias from his feet and to the ground. He landed, hard, on the metal ground beneath them, his obsidian shell scraping roughly against the surface as momentum propelled him from the makeshift courtyard where the two had been conversing. “Shit shit shit shit shit-” Tobias hissed, his hands grasping for any sort of leverage he could find. The last thing he needed was to be sloughed-off into the ocean just to unintentionally drown. His hand found a hole in the base of a shipping container, he grasped hold, and his legs swung in a graceless arc. The golem came to a rest. It all felt so slow-motion, but in actuality it was only a matter of seconds. An impossibly loud groan. Eyes seek the source. The container was heading right for Dagon. Tobias was not in-the-clear. He leapt to his feet. Run towards the container. Towards the other side. Opposite of where things were falling. It should have been a graceful retreat, but looked more like a frantic scrabbling to open ground. He had to keep his gravity low lest the ship decide to vacillate wildly in some other direction. What the hell is going on up there? It seemed to settle. Tobias stood upright, his breathing uneven. Eyes cased the immediate area, saw a torn shipping container. A silver shipping container. “Gaudy,” the golem remarked. He strode towards it in a cautious arc. A spotlight swiveled on him from the helicopter above, momentarily blinding the golem. Tobias squinted. Where was Dagon? He’d already seen the damage that the telekinetic could do, so he gestured to the helicopter, his hands at his hips, then curling his hands towards his shoulders. Garo had anticipated that Tobias might erupt, and had equipped the Informant with limited aircraft marshalling gestures. The gesture that Tobias now implemented meant “move back”. If the helicopter backed-off, it might give them the time they needed to hit, and avoid being hit by, Dagon. His message delivered, the golem peeked into the container, his eyes sweeping over the cases within. Thick, metal crates, quite a few labeled as “priority”. If Dagon saw this, it would mean trouble. For once, Tobias wished he was still smouldering-- then he could seal the container. He turned again to the helicopter, holding-up one hand, his arm bent at a 90-degree angle. “All Clear.” Tobias then clasped both hands over his ears. “Establish communication.” This would be of interest to Garo, he suspected. And he needed more assistance securing the area. Having communicated what he needed, Tobias knelt in front of the split silver shipping container, his breathing ragged. All of this made his head swim. TL, DR:- Tobias quietly ponders mortality and Jean Luc's perspective
- The lurch of the ship sends Tobias skittering over the deck. He grabs onto a container and narrowly avoids the container that was lunging towards Jean Luc.
- Finds the silver container. Not sure where Jean Luc is.
- Desides the stuff is important, situates himself in front of the opening by kneeling
- Uses aircraft marshalling signals to tell the helicopter to back-off (ideally out of Jean's reach) and that he wants to "establish communication" (send help!)
ABLIITIES COMBAT | F-RANK Jujitsu E-RANK Magma Sleeves E-RANK Regeneration | SPECIALIST | F-RANK Informational Sifting F-RANK Interrogation F-RANK Complex Problem-Solving/Coordination F-RANK Emergency First-Aid | QUIRK | C-RANK Burn C-RANK Durability C-RANK Fire/heat resistance |
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