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Post by Azazel Moloch on Dec 8, 2013 23:57:20 GMT -5
"What are you planning to do with him anyway?" she asked the woman, "Make him stand trial for his crimes? Hand him over to the uncaring police? Or maybe you'll just kill him?"
Why would Azazel want to kill this man? His actions were unnecessary, but taking his life would be too extreme for what he has done. It appears the cloaked red-headed woman is still trying to stick up for this man. The entire idea of sticking up for someone who has caused damage to people’s lives still baffles Azazel. Starting to get annoyed with the group that stood before her, she doesn’t want a fight. All she wants is for the drunken man to go help fix what he did. Is that really too much to ask for?
“I am not going to kill this man, he hasn’t done anything worth taking his life away. But he still needs to answer for what he did too that establishment. There was no good reason for destroying it, regardless of what you or anyone else says.” Azazel’s eyes didn’t leave the man while she was talking to the clearly older of the two women.
Looking around she wondered why the police weren’t trying to look for the man that was before them. She could still hear the sirens, but it seemed like they weren’t trying to come this way. Was it the flare of Azazel’s aura that as keeping them at bay? She had only recently landed on this planet, but by the look on people’s faces they seemed afraid of power. They were definitely afraid of the man who threw the car.
Suddenly the man spoke “"What her plans are for me are not of concern. At least not to me. Again, I do not see why I should explain myself to a complete stranger. Perhaps you are new to Earth, or maybe you've been living under a rock. But it seems to me like you should learn to keep your damned nose out of others' business. As I will yours'."
For some reason his words sparked something inside Azazel “Maybe you are right, maybe I should stop interfering with other people.” As soon as Azazel said that, something flashed in her mind. She was taken back to that day on Omega when she was attacked by those three men. She let one of the men go, thinking it was the right thing to do. She saw that man again doing the same thing to someone else. Her friend Model Zero was right that day, he was never going to change, that was why the others had to die. What if she let this man go and found out later that he did the same thing to another place?
No, no, no, no, no, I will not let that happen again. I will not be responsible for letting someone go that has done wrong. You will answer for what you have done, you will fix what you destroyed!” Azazel screamed as her aura flared once again, putting her at her max base power level. Charging the man with great speed she would try to uppercut him into the air, taking him and herself away from the surrounding people.
(now things get interesting)
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Post by Deleted on Dec 17, 2013 17:46:09 GMT -5
She followed them, more curious than anything. Adrien didn't know why she beckoned the other girl forward, she just did. Maybe she sensed a simular nature in the other girl. Though, she seemed to have a far more innocent take on it than Adrien. The girl seemed to find pleasure in her chaos. Adrien... Adrien found peace. Found release. Found sanity. For a few fleeting seconds after the chaos, she could feel normal. The voice would go away, the apparitions would disappear. She could be normal. For a few precious seconds, the world would be silent.
Maybe that's why she kept following in two. She wanted something to happen. Blood needed to spill, screams needed to be sung. Violence needed to be sated and that damn voice needed to stop cackling.
The man spoke, jarring her from her thoughts. She stopped, staring at the man. He was right though. The world would go around a whole lot faster if people minded their own buisness. As he spoke, something seemed to snap within the woman. Adrien saw it in her eyes and when she spoke, heard it in her voice. Suddenly, she launched herself at the man, going to strike him. Adrien moved back a step, hand going to her side instinctively. Her fingers wrapped around the hilt of her knife, but she didn't pull it out yet.
(sorry about the shit post guys. Bit stuck on this one)
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Post by Ohkara Minamaru on Dec 27, 2013 16:37:22 GMT -5
It almost seemed like the girl began to agree with him, even saying that perhaps he was right. However all that changed as something seemed to snap inside her. Bear's eyes widened as he felt her power increase. This was far higher than any power level he'd felt before. Being so close to it, he tell that it was nearly ten times higher than his own, and that was at full power. One punch from this gal, might just be enough to end Bear's own life.
Light a bolt of lightning, the liquor he'd been drinking kicked in. Life began to blur, his thoughts numbed. Stumbling backwards, he would narrowly avoid the uppercut thrown by Azazel, the force alone pushing him into violent backwards-somersaults. Toppling head over heels, he would roll about six times, distancing himself from the girl. At the end of the last roll, his body would spring up, jumping into the air and landing on his feet.
A loud grunt would leave his mouth, his body swaying like a branch in the wind. Looking towards the girl, he would shake his head, "I told you!" he exclaimed, his tone low and grumbly, "You wont get a fight from me!" Though seemingly intoxicated, this was simply his Zui Quan fighting-style, a style Bear had mastered after many years of training, but not that alone.
As he stood, preparing to dodge again, his muscles would bulge, thick veins pulsing through tanned, scarred skin. This was why he was called Bearserk. Using this technique would double his strength and speed. Though his opponents power still ranged ten times stronger, this technique was not being used to help bridge that gap.
Bearserk would also numb any pain Bear would sustain, his drunken state helping to reduce physical damage as well. Though hopes were that he would not be hit, the chance was high; he might not be able to dodge her next move.
(Sorry about the wait.)
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Post by Carmen on Dec 27, 2013 23:05:13 GMT -5
Finally the woman in the dress was starting to calm down a she saw the drunk mans point. How as more violence going to solve anything anyway? Well…Carmen supposed it could, but that didn’t seem to be the path events were following this day. That was when the girl launched herself at him. Moving faster than anyone Carmen had ever seen she lashed out at the drunken man, attempting to slam her fist up under his chin. The Makio bites her lower lip a little to contain herself as more excitement came her way.
To his credit the shirtless man was quite quick himself as he tumbles away from the angry girl. Finally getting back to his feet after several rolls his frame bulges with power, his signature doubling as he prepares to fight. Quite entertained now Carmen looks to the pretty girl next to her wondering how she was reacting. As she glances over the female takes a step back, one of her hands dipping down to what looked like the hilt of a blade, but the demoness wasn’t sure. That was where she stopped though, apparently not willing to commit herself to combat just yet. A lover of chaos Carmen was a disappointed that the girl didn’t charge into the fray, but considering how pretty she was along with the lack of any noticeable scars it wasn’t a complete shocker. No matter, she could help the ex-bar drinker.
With one fluid motion, one that felt as natural as breathing to her, Carmen yanks both of her pistols free from her hips. Releasing her full power a small change comes over the pink haired girl, her light purple eyes shifting to deep red, her canines becoming slightly more pointed. Grinning wide she levels both of her Vulcan’s at the aggressor. Giving to verbal warning she squeezes both the triggers in quick succession, firing off a salvo of pink beams towards her target. Man might have not wanted a fight, but the girl in the dress did. Besides, fighting was so much more entertaining than talking!
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Post by Azazel Moloch on Dec 28, 2013 23:46:39 GMT -5
Azazel would just miss her target by a matter of a few centimeters, the drunken men was barley able to get out of the way. But the force of the punch was enough to send the man flying backwards tumbling over the ground. Eventually he was able to get back to his feet and yell that he wasn’t going to fight. She was upset with herself that she was just too slow to knock the man into the air, but she still wasn’t going to let him get away. No matter what he said, Azazel wasn’t going to listen to him.
“It doesn’t matter what you say, your words mean nothing to me right now. You need to pay for what you have done!” Azazel would scream at the man not noticing what was going on behind her. She was too enthralled with the man before her that she ignored the two females that were also present.
Azazel didn’t care to notice that the short pink haired girl was doubling her PL. Seconds later Azazel felt multiple things strike her back, sending her staggering forward. Quickly turning around she would immediately release a Kiai scream at the pink haired girl and unfortunately the other female that was standing next to her. Turning back to face the man she would once again take off the ground this time faster than before. Instead of just throwing one punch at the man she would throw multiple letfs and rights. This time she was going to hit him, there was no way he was going to be able to doge all of them she thought. In order to make sure that she wasn’t overwhelmed, she was going to have to make sure that the two females behind her didn’t try anything.
“Those two better keep their heads out of this there is no reason for them to get hurt over something that this man started. He is going to pay for the things that he did. He isn’t going to just walk away from this, that isn’t what is going to happen today. It doesn’t matter what anyone of them are going to say to me. Their words are going to go unheard!”
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Post by Deleted on Jan 11, 2014 22:05:09 GMT -5
The punch sailed past the man, missing him by mere centimeters. Half a second. Half a second more and that punch could have ended his life. Even Adrien, who had no skill in sensing the power of others accurately, knew that this woman was far stronger than him. Than herself, and probably the other girl. The force of the punch sent him flying back and it was then that Adrien made her decision. All three of them at once wouldn't be able to take this woman. Never mind that fact that the man seemed intent on not fighting (something that she honestly didn't understand). The girl though seemed to have different ideas. Without a word of warning, she drew two guns from her side and changed before Adrien's eyes.
Now being one used to such changes (being the leader of circus folk tends to come with it's own special brand of eccentricity), Adrien hardly batted an eye at the minimal transformation. What was really quite interesting were the blasts of pink energy fired from the guns with a short verbal warning. They looked quite powerful, and handy to have. Sadly, they seemed to do little more than distract the woman. She turned and with a scream, sent a blast back at the girl....and Adrien. With a muffled curse, she brought her arms up, creating an X in front of her body and ducking her head. A strange feeling came over her, a rush of cold starting at her center and going to her arms. A feeling that couldn't be the cause of the attack.
Eyes opening, Adrien could only stare. In front of her, fading after the attack, was a barrier of some kind. Flimsy as it was, it seemed to be made of darkness. Not shadows born from light, but pure, unfiltered darkness. It leaked away, disappearing slowly into the air.
You're growing.
"What do you mean?" she whispered back, gaze turning to the shadowy figure of Violence. A shadowy figure that of course, faded without answer.
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Post by Ohkara Minamaru on Jan 13, 2014 1:18:00 GMT -5
“It doesn’t matter what you say, your words mean nothing to me right now. You need to pay for what you have done!”
A chuckle left Bear's mouth as the girl screamed at him, "And what exactly did you do about it? Rushing him, Bear readied himself; this time a barrage of fists flying at him. A left connected hard with his stomach, causing him to double over. A right hook hit him hard in the face, more blood spurting out of his face. The barrage continued, two more fists connecting hard with his gut, the last causing him to fly backwards a few feet.
Standing his ground, this time Bear didn't let the punches floor him. his hands hanging to his sides, he spat out a mouthful of blood, three teeth shooting out with it. A grin on his face, Bear wiped the blood from his mouth, huffing hard, "You have enough power to save anyone who might have been in that bar. And yet here you are, wasting your time on a stupid drunk like me!" Laughing, Bear lightly shook his head, his eyes never leaving his attacker, "You need your head checked, you b***h."
His left hand grabbed his flask, raising it to his mouth to take a drink. Swishing the liquor in his mouth before gulping it down, Bear replaced the flask and readied himself for another attack. Whatever this girl wanted to get from beating him up, Bear would take it. Beatings were nothing new to the ex-marine.
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Post by Carmen on Jan 13, 2014 22:34:21 GMT -5
HA!
The blasts from her Vulcan’s slam into the back of the dress wearer, causing her to stumble forwards some. Based on the difference in their power level Carmen was sure they stung more than anything, but it was enough to draw the woman’s attentions from the shirtless man, hopefully giving him a chance to fight back. Whirling on them the angry lady lets out a scream to express her frustration with the situation, but it would turn out to be much more than just sound waves coming from her mouth.
Half a second after the scream reached Carmen’s ears some sort of energy wave met her body. Not at all prepared for the invisible attack, or the force behind it the Makaio is launches backwards. With arms and legs flailing she slams down onto the ground and rolls once before ending up on her stomach. Expecting to hear the other girl slam down next to her, she snaps her head up when she doesn’t hear her hit the dirt. Strangely enough the oddly dressed girl stood in the same spot, a dark barrier fading from view as if it had never existed.
It would have been nice if she had extended the dark wall to protect Carmen as well. Shoving up to her feet, guns still in hand she scampers over towards the woman. Lifting both of her guns at the woman’s back she starts to channel Ki into the grips, but does not pull the trigger. Making her way towards the woman Carmen calls out to her.
”Lady, protect us with that black thing while I prepare an attack. We can put this one in her place.”
Charge 1
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Post by Azazel Moloch on Jan 16, 2014 21:47:19 GMT -5
Azazel didn’t look back to see if her Kiai had hit the two females that were behind her. Instead her attention was completely focused on the man before her. The barrage of fists were connecting, each hitting a different part of the mans body. Her lest punch sent the man flying back several feet, but she wasn’t done. Something inside Azazel was telling her to keep punishing him, to keep the assault going. As she began to take a step forward she was stopped by his talking.
"You have enough power to save anyone who might have been in that bar. And yet here you are, wasting your time on a stupid drunk like me! "You need your head checked, you b***h."
As his words entered her ears, it would be the final word that would once again set something off inside Azazel. Her hatred for the man continues to rise, She wasn’t going to stop until the man couldn’t speak. Something inside her wasn’t letting her stop. She turned around to see the that the two females were still standing. Once seemed to be charging an attack, while the other stood there and did nothing. As she looked back at the man he would be able to see her eyes begin to darken. Azazel looked up into the sky and screamed as her Lunar Flare was activated. Rapidly the black magic smoke would begin to envelope the area, taking away their vision. Soon enough they wouldn’t know what direction was what or where they were.
“ENOUGH GAMES NOW YOU PAY!” Azazel screamed as she slowly lifted off of the ground. She didn’t want to make any noise as she slowly made her way around the man. Making sure to be as quiet as possible. She would quietly be hovering a few feet behind him, with a smile on her face. “Now is the time for you to stop talking.”
Azazel slowly made her way to the mans back, making sure not ot get close enough to him. In case he started throwing wild punches. If he did, she was sure she was fast enough to dodge them and still get her attack off. Azazel decided it was time for the man to be quiet. She would bring her left foot back and swing it at the side of the mans face with great speed and force. She was hoping it was enough force to break the man’s jaw. If it didn’t it was no matter to her, it would still cause him a great deal of pain. If the kick hit she would then launch a few blasts at the two females, once again trying to take them out before they could interfere
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Post by Ohkara Minamaru on Jan 23, 2014 23:10:54 GMT -5
With a scream at the sky, Bear watched as it darkened around them. It seemed like this was some kind of technique the woman was using. As the darkness set in, it was as if the ex-vet was closing his eyes, however this was not the case. Visibility was zero, but Bear was trained for just such circumstances.
“ENOUGH GAMES NOW YOU PAY!” A deafening roar from the girl. Bear covered his ears and closed his eye, no point in trying to rely on senses that wouldn't work.
Crouching down low, Bear could feel the air slowly ripple around him. Moving his hands from his ears, he placed them in a defensive cross in front of his chest.
“Now is the time for you to stop talking.” The words came from behind him. Turning, he would raise his right hand to his face, his left still guarding his torso. Though there was no way to tell exactly where the girl was, Bear knew this was the foresight of an attack.
With a quick burst of air, a hard kick would connect with his raised arm, a violent crack as Bear flew backwards, out of the darkness. Connected hard with the ground, Bear's eyes shot open, revealing a dark smoke-bubble. Grunting as he came to a painful stop, Bear took the time to catch his breath and assess his wounds. Though his arm was not broken, it was a painful purple and virtually useless.
Picking himself up, Bear dusted himself off. He was still in his Bearserk-state, allowing all the pain to numb itself out, but he knew he'd be in pain tomorrow. Cocking his left hand back, Bear began to charge his own attack. As energy gathered, he would aim it for the dark bubble. Seemed like not fighting was now not an option.
Charge 1, Drunken Fury.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 4, 2014 15:53:07 GMT -5
The situation had gotten well out of hand. No, the woman's first attack hadn't hit Adrien, but that could very well change. The shadowy barrier was helpful. But if she couldn't summon it again it would be useless to her. The woman at her side seemed intent on attacking the other, whom seemed intent on attacking the drunk. How funny was it that both Adrien and the drunk were not keen on this useless fighting. So few seemed to misunderstand that. Adrien craved chaos, violence, blood and screams. But fighting another wasn't always the best way to get those things. Or the most satisfying. She preferred to be in control. She preferred to play the game. Besides, one always came out of a fight bloody and messy. It was terribly bothersome.
As the older woman screamed at the skies, Adrien could only watch as darkness settled over them. And not like the darkness of night. This was absolute, all-encompassing darkness. She stepped back, drawing one of her blades. her body became tense, ready as she waited for--was that a purr? Adrien blinked, listening closely. But the sound was coming from outside her, but in her head. She was shocked. The voice was purring like a happy kitten. Her mind flew, going through the possibilities. The usual choice of her pass time was ruled out. While the voice liked violence, it only reacted so strongly when she was dealing it out. Her mind then jumped to Muzai, the boy from the tournament. The one with skin that felt like the sun and that spirit trapped inside of him. No, he wasn't here. She doubted that he wouldn't jump into the fray. He seemed like the hero-type. Could it be the darkness? The kind that surrounded her now. At the thought, it purred, breathing out a new word.
Heaven.
"What?" she whispered. Distracted by the voice, Adrien didn't have time to register the sounds of a scuffle, or the energy blast heading right for her. A blast that his her squarely in the chest. She was thrown backward, bouncing across the pavement like a ball. Her knife flew from her hand and she could hear it skidding away from her. Red-hot pain blazed in her chest and back, and she felt the sting of pavement burns on her arms. She sat up, the sting lessening at the smaller wounds healed in seconds. The purr had turned into a hiss and if she could be seen, her eyes would be a deep shade of crimson. She drew another blade, kneeling on the ground and listening for the woman.
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Post by Carmen on Feb 5, 2014 22:20:07 GMT -5
The woman did not respond to her, seeming to be off in her own little world as Carmen walks up behind her. Narrowing her eyes a little with frustration the Makaio pours more energy into her Vulcan’s. The pretty woman seemed to possess a decent amount of strength, yet she still did not act. Perhaps the reason her face was so unblemished was because despite her power the female avoided combat in the traditional sense. Then again the knife she had drawn argued against that train of thought…tich. It didn’t matter; Carmen would just raise her voice if that is what she needed to do to get through to the woman.
She never got the chance, a scream drawing her attention as the crazed girl in the dress yells up at the sky above them. As soon as the scream died off darkness enveloped them, the light of day disappearing as if the sun itself had been extinguished. Pausing in her track, still several steps behind and slightly to the side of the knife wielding female Carmen reaches out with her senses. Being able to accurately detect Ki signatures naturally the demon was not completely blind within the darkness. Instantly able to tell it was some sort of magical effect, not even able to see her own hair as some of it dangled in front of her face, she was glad for her sixth sense. In a second it would prove even more valuable as blasts were sent in their direction.
Slightly to the side of Adrien the pink haired girl does not take any of the blasts full on. The tumbling woman does brush against her slightly, causing her to stagger a step, but the other blasts sail past her. Not sure if the crazed female was able to see in this darkness either Carman chalks up her luck to the possibility that she cannot. Uninterrupted she continues to channel Ki into her weapons, holding them up still, parallel with the ground. Finding this quite entertaining so far she couldn’t help but feel a little bad for pretty one, knowing that tumble across the asphalt must have hurt.
”Are you alright back there? That barrier would have come in handy wouldn’t it?” Chuckling some at the end of her statement, the Makaio was amusing herself. Through the darkness Carmen felt that the drunk mans position had changed, not exactly sure what had caused it to, but assuming he had been struck. Still planning on firing her guns eventually she hoped she did not hit the shirtless man…but there was no guarantee when she couldn’t see.
Charge 2
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Post by Azazel Moloch on Feb 7, 2014 23:35:46 GMT -5
Azazel felt her leg slam into the man, sending him flying straight out of the bubble. Even though the man was out, he wouldn’t be able to see in and would only know that Azazel was still inside. Looking back to the two others, the taller female had been struck by the blast, but it seemed the pink haired one was still standing. Those two were still not her intended targets, she still had to make the man pay for the people that he hurt. That was the only thought going through her head, he needed to pay and she was the only one that could make him. Turning her attention back to the man, he was still standing there, not moving. No doubt he was scared to enter into the darkness, enter her territory.
She would slowly start walking towards the man, she was in no rush. He wasn’t going to get away from her, there was no place he could go that she wouldn’t find him. Soon enough she was emerging from the smoke. Slowly becoming visible to the man, her red dress blowing behind her from the breeze. Brushing her hair from her face she would smile at the man. The one who caused pain to people, the one who started all of this.
Still she kept slowly walking towards the man, with a smile on her face. No matter what he tried to do, she was still going to come after him. Suddenly she hesitated, hearing Silitha’s voice in her head “Azazel what are you doing! I think he has learned his mistake, don’t you think?” Silitha said
“He hasn’t learned anything SIlitha, he still needs to know what he did was wrong. I am the only one here that can show him what he did was wrong. Now let me do this!” Azazel explained to her sister
“What are you going to do kill him? If that is your plan then you are no better than him, this is just like that time on Omega. You were wrong then and you are wrong now, can’t you see that?” Silitha explained
“This is nothing like that time on Omega, and I let that man go and he did it again! What is there to stop this man from doing that again? You can’t possibly understand Silitha, now please this is none of your concern.” Azazel said continuing to walk towards the man
“Everything you do is my concern Azazel, and since when was fighting people more of a concern to you then finding me!” Silitha screamed inside Azazel’s head
The statement made Azazel stop dead in her tracks. She was still starring at the man, but wasn’t moving. Leaving her wide open for any attack that the man might send at her.
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Post by Carmen on Mar 23, 2014 23:11:45 GMT -5
(Should we continue this or what? Perhaps just get it graded as is and finish if we ever get the chance?)
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Post by graderr on Jun 6, 2014 22:05:05 GMT -5
Azazel: 2,640 pl awarded Adrien: 1,794 pl awarded Bear: 1,837 pl aawarded Carmen: 1,978 pl awarded
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