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| [Graded](D-rank) Revenge!; The Wrecking Crew m.1 | |
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| Topic Started: Feb 1 2012, 10:19 PM (1,953 Views) | |
| Sinjin | Mar 1 2012, 08:03 AM Post #31 |
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(OOC: sorry for late reply. got trapped with school stuff) Thrashing another’s place wasn’t exactly as luxurious as one thought. Sinjin, for one, was just up for the moment’s challenge on how to do it in a rather creative way. And as he swung his spatula-sword and jumped off the counter to race after the fallen fruits – ones that fell from the basket on the floor, a light bulb lit that instantly graced with a mischievous smile. He hurried towards the fruit and skid along the floor before kicking them by the side in an upward motion, similar to how a football player would pick up a ball by the foot. And from a small lift, he added another kick to throw the fruit farther up towards the ceiling where he then shot the spatula he wielded, it piercing through the fruit and into the ceiling. He quickly looked for kitchen knives and started nailing more items to the ceiling – more fruits and some kitchen tools. It was just boredom reaching the limit but creativity has sparked and tossing some more condiments and he had made a Picasso on the ceiling – and that he had to make sure he wouldn’t get smudged by some falling ketchup or syrup, but the stain was enough to create a painting. He smiled at his work, clapped his hands as if to pat the dust and turned around to do the next room. The said room was the dining bordering living room and while someone was there already, it didn’t stop Sinjin from approaching the table and chairs. He thought for a moment before an idea sparked. A few loud thuds, but nothing to be alarmed about in a street so near the harbor of the airships, and once Sinjin was done, he had made small holes along the wall of which he intricately placed the legs of the tables and chairs, making them look as if the dining set was standing parallel on the wall. But something else was missing and while he was thinking on what it could be, he walked around to search for it. And my, my, my… to his surprise, he found a door supposedly a closet to be a pathway for a basement, with stairs of elegant making were spiraling down to the darkness. Almost immediately, he forgot what else he had to add to the crazy dining set and decided to venture into the basement, and with no signs of the light switch, didn’t really care for the darkness. |
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| 栄 Cryool | Mar 6 2012, 03:36 AM Post #32 |
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By now, San was merely lying- well, lying on the stairs, that is. For some reason, halfway through, he felt so tired...Alright; so now I've confirmed it - I'm nowhere near fully experienced with my magic yet. To think that summoning Lao-Shi would take up so much energy; I can hardly move. It was a good thing, though, because as it was it would be better for him not to be moving - Lao-Shi, currently upstairs, was using what he had rather vigorously, and to protrude upon him would be nothing less than messy; even now, splotches of ink flew out down the stairs, splashing onto the walls, the carpeting, the painting - really, by now almost all of the upstairs would be a chaos of black liquid, as San allowed the ancient calligraphy master do what he could to mess up the area. A particularly large blob of ink shot down the stairs to splash onto the floor, even staining a part of the closest couch, as San looked up at the ceiling lazily. So beautiful...once, a plain white plane. Now, a canvas for paintings of true beauty- or not. On that note, he finally remembered to notify the other members- "All three of you, I do not think it wise to come up the stairs, or for that matter, even get near it," he called out, his deadpan voice ringing through the halls. "I believe ink takes up to an hour to dry, and I doubt young people like wearing clothing of a certain murky black," he ended, sighing once he finished. Upstairs, sounds of an ink brush flying about could still be heard, as well as that of a certain liquid substance hitting the walls, the floors, the ceiling- a sudden explosion almost made him stand up in shock. "Lao-Shi, are you fine up there? Remember - you are not to destroy anything," he called out, to which a wizened voice responded. "Already understood, San- but no, this ink bomb destroyed nothing. It simply freshened up his bathroom, I would say? I hope he likes bathing in ink," the voice gravely replied, to which San had no response save "Hrmph." A sudden blob of ink would suddenly shoot downwards, right at him- "Lao-Shi, control yourself!" |
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| 栄 Hasaki Ryo | Mar 7 2012, 02:28 AM Post #33 |
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As the chaos ensued consuming the once pristine and fine house into a make shift dumping yard if not the owners worest nightmare. Ryo would be pulling drawers out around the kitchen as he drank more juice, it falling from his mouth and splashing on the ground. Once all the drawers had been removed and stacked into a ramshackle pile in the middle of the kitchen Ryo moved on quite literally clearing out the fridge. Reach deep into the freezer he would pull out everything and let it scatter on the floor. It was about this time he had finished his juice and would just toss the pitch into the sink, if only to create more madness that only one dish made it to the sink. Getting back to matter at hand Ryo would reach into the fridge and pull out everything else he and sinny hadn't eaten or messed up prior. It was about this time however, as San was finishing up upstairs, sinny was making his was down and Oberon was causing all sorts of trouble in the living room that the sound of a key entering a lock would echo thru the house. Every so slowly the door would open as a rather round and tubby man entered the house dressed in what seemed to suspenders and fine slacks. " Uh hello? " he would say as he started to take in the horror that Oberon had unleashed upon the living room, ink dripping from the couch due to San antics, silence fell onto the man as his eyes grew bigger and bigger as if he was about to have a heart attack. Poking his head into the living room from the kitcehn Ryo would glance around for a moment then chuckle as the rest of his body followed his head into the room. " Oi " He would say loudly at the fat man, making him jump as his panicing eyes looked to the red head. " This is what happened when you fire people at the harbor with out clearing it with Tartaros " He would say walking toward the fat man a evil smile on his face. The fat man's nightmares just became the worset day of his life as he was face to face with four Tartaros mages who were trashing his house. |
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| 栄 Ravendark | Mar 7 2012, 05:11 AM Post #34 |
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OOC: C'mon guys were getting close to da end! Can't slow down now! Oberon was busy doing stuff. Not the kind of stuff that you told your girlfriend when she asked if you wanted to hang out or meet her parents but the kind of stuff that you actually did and didn't just make up out of nowhere. The black winged demon of Tartaros held the screwdriver he had originally used to unscrew the TV and now turned his attention at the five small pain cans on the floor, he eyed them as he hesitated slightly. If the block winged demon spilled even one drop on himself then damn it was going to be near impossible to get out of his clothes much less his skin without swimming in a lake or something. The black winged demon thought before shrugging, "Eh, why the hell not" Oberon said as he shoved the head of the screwdriver under the top of the paint can and started exchanging weight down wards as he tried to pry open the can of paint, luckily those extra half hours he had spent in the gym were finally starting to pay of for the black winged demon of Tartaros as he was able to use his strength to simply pop the can of paint open without any real trouble or resistance. Oberon stared at the now wet green paint and frowned, he hated the color green. Either way he tossed the top of the pain can behind him, landing probably not so coincidentally at the feet of the fat man who stammered out a small greeting before Ryo was in front of him. Oberon glanced back over his shoulder before doing a double take and spinning around to look at the man through the doorway into the living room, "Well this is bad man" Oberon said as he stepped out of the living room momentarily to confront the home owner while Ryo 'talked' to him. Frowning the black signed demon spoke to remind his new partner that if they hurt this guy they wouldn't get anything, "Easy oh glorious leader... we hurt the guy and we don't get paid" Obeorn said with a slight sarcastic flare in the first part before turning around back to the living room as he finished talking. Whatever Ryo and the others did to take care of the problem it didn't matter as long as Oberon got paid at the end. The black winged demon thought as he grinned with a slightly comical evil grin before promptly splattering all the pain in the can on a wall nearby with a bit catch on the TV. Oh this was going to be superfine, the black winged demon thought as he started going about the process of opening the next can of paint. Oberon kept his head up though in case the members might need him, it wasn't that likely however, after all he was probably the weakest member on the team ya know? Oberon thought growling and fantasizing about when he could simply crush everyone in his way sometime in the future. |
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| Sinjin | Mar 7 2012, 07:12 AM Post #35 |
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Unknown to Sinjin of what was occurring upstairs, he found himself in awe as he finally found a light switch. At the turn of the small lever, the entire basement lit up and he found himself staring at a wide collection of magic-powered automobiles. His jaw was agape at the sight of the wondrous vehicles before he remembered the task at hand. “Tsk, tsk, tsk. All these treasures would soon be gone.” He uttered as he lifted both hands in front of him almost in a praying position before he jerked his head and his eyes glowed. He then whipped the arms as blood blades pushed out from the skin and sent shockwaves at the targeted vehicles. It wouldn’t be long before the conversation that Ryo and Oberon were having with the owner of the house would be interrupted by a series of explosions from below, though not too big and dangerous to blow up the entire house, but loud enough to make one imagine the worst. A black smoke emerged from the side door that led to the basement as Sinny walked through it, blackened from the smoke and blood blades sticking out from his arms. He coughed at the smoke with an irritated face before stopping to take hold of the situation. Red eyes hovered towards the fat man before back to Ryo and the others. “Oops. I didn’t think they’d explode. All I wanted was to carve out some art. Whoever said that non-fueled stuff would explode at a shockwave’s touch should go to hell!” He complained while walking into the kitchen and finding a pitcher of water and pouring it overhead to clean his face. That was when it finally dawned into him and he raced back out of the kitchen area to look at the fat man. “Hey! It’s him! The fat guy… err... so, what were we supposed to do or was it supposed to not do?” |
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| 栄 Hasaki Ryo | Mar 13 2012, 11:55 PM Post #36 |
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The fat man would start sweatting buckets as large drops of sweat seemed to almost start flooding off the man. As Oberon voiced out to be the voice of reason for the team, Sinjin was joining the fun in scaring the owner. Ryo would just loom over the fat man, using his hieght to intimidate him more in silence. As the moment passed a big toothy grin appeared on Ryo's face. " Learn your lesson I hope~ " Ryo would exclaim as he patted the fat man on his head and walked passed him to the door and pushed it all the way open. " Cmon y'all lets head out, we proved out point. " He would say with a loud chuckle standing in the door way. Rubbing his head with his left hand he would look to the owner of the now ruined home. " Don't cross Tartaros again, next time it wont be a as friendly as this. " He would say and slowly turn around to face outside. " Its all just business. Nothing direly personal. " He would tell the man seeming to have a bit of sanity in this crazy red headed ways. This was his way of being nice but keeping a professional manner while on a job in town. This was their town after all. THey had to live here with these people, they had to do business with them later on and sometimes protect them for each other. It was all just good buisness to be atleast nice about wrecking someones home and explaining why it was done. The request didnt require Ryo to beat the guy up, just get a point across and him and the team had done just that, there job was done. What happened from here on out was on the man and actions against the guild. |
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| 栄 Ravendark | Mar 14 2012, 12:31 AM Post #37 |
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Oberon was tossing around paint on the sides of the room while Ryo dealt with the fat guy who was probably the person that they were responsible for taking care of in their own rather sadistic way. However unfortunately there would be no epic kills for tyranny and everything badass, instead Ryo did the thing that Oberon hated the most. He told them they were leaving. The black winged demon took this slightly by surprise as he splattered paint all over he room, getting a bit on his shoes and outfit. He wanted them to go? shouldn't it just be the opposite though? The black winged demon thought as he growled and flapped his wings in frustration, great, there was always someone holding him back. The black winged demon thought as he hated having to be told what to do, in fact if it weren't for the fact that they had to keep this guy alive for the mission he would have thrown a much bigger bitch fit, however he felt as though that it wouldn't be exactly mature if he threw a fit with all of his teammates around to hear him. God why did these missions have to be so boring? The black winged man growled as he retracted his feathery appendages and walked out of the media room that he had promptly trashed by splattering it with multicolored paint as well as unscrewing the TV the guy owned. Passing the fat man he gave him an evil stare that if it was translated into words might have sounded like 'I will eat your soulllll!!!!' except with a deep echo effect to emphasize how much he wanted to punch this guy through a wall if he could. Walking out the door behind ryo he called back over the top of his shoulder, "It was real! We should do this again sometime" the black winged demon said chuckling as he waked away with the group. Its all business Ryo said, nah; with Oberon, everything was personal. The black winged demon thought as he spoke, "So now what? Mission accomplished?" He said out loud for the group to hear. |
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| Sinjin | Mar 16 2012, 11:52 AM Post #38 |
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Sinjin paused for a good long minute, eyes moving back and forth from his team and to the fat man. He listened to Ryo’s threat and wondered if it were okay to leave it as that. It would be better if they could leave a lasting impression aside from ruining the house and by that, he meant something along the lines of earning a real scar to serve as remembrance. But the redhead did remind their objectives and went ahead, leaving the house so he and the rest followed suit. Along the way, as he stepped out of the front door, he paused with a dreaded face as he held back the tears in his eyes. Slowly, he mumbled as he turned to look back at the house before walking away in a defeated expression. “Taiyaki… there was none… they promised taiyaki in the house…” He mumbled as he walked faster bumping into Ryo. He paused shortly, still pushing against Ryo before looking up to other’s back and sighed before pushing him and running away. “Ryo-aniki still owes me taiyaki!” He screamed before running to the end of the street, trying to disappear before his childish frown would be seen. “And Birdman should come take a dip to the ocean with me some day too!” He couldn’t help but tease as he finally rounded up the corner. However, as someone who liked messing up with others, he managed to peek out from the corner and finish what he started, “And Zombie Old Man should let me play with Ink Man so we can put graffiti around town!” And with that, he continued to run off. |
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| 栄 Hasaki Ryo | Mar 21 2012, 03:18 AM Post #39 |
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Ryo would tuck his hands behind his head as he started to walk along the street followed by his teamates. He was quite happy with the conclusion of the mission. They had got it done in no time at all with almost no trouble at all minus the fact Ryo had a issue with directions and lead his team astray a bit, thou that could be just chalked up to something that can be fixed in future missions. Ryo overall tho had missed the feeling of being in a team, the feeling of being apart of something with friends inside a guild working on a request was something Ryo hadn't had a chance to enjoy since Lucia's dissapearnce and Yahma quit the guild and could basicly be considered dead now, as if she was seen again she would end up as such, that was just how Tartaros was. However in the middle of Ryo savorying a nearly flawless quick mission completed Sinny would bump into him. " huh? " would escape Ryo's lips as he went to turn to see if Sinjin was ok only for the boy to ran past him. Running up to the corner this seemed to be something sinny was doing more and more running around the team and ahead of them. He would shout about his favorite food and how Ryo still owed him some and was dissapointed that their was none in the house they had just wrecked. Sighing loudly Ryo would just shake his head " It never ends " Ryo would say aloud and look to San and Oberon " Mission complete...NEXT ONE! " he would say and epicly turn and point with his index in firm stance at Sinjin running ahead. " Dinner! " he would say acting serious for a moment before laughing loudly and charging after Sinjin. |
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| 栄 Ravendark | Mar 22 2012, 09:47 PM Post #40 |
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Oberon frowned as he saw the two bafoons in front of him crash into each other. God why was he on this team again? The black winged demon of Tartaros thought to himself as he felt a small wind blow by, ruffling his wings slightly. He sighed, no flying tonight then eh? The black wined demon thought to himself as he started walking to catch up with his partners who seemed just as unable to walk as a duck. The black winged demon thought for a second before realizing that his thoughts made no real sense at all. Well at least this mission was complete eh? The black winged demon thought to himself as he singed a little bit to himself quietly, "and IIIIIIaahhhh aaahhh I'm still alive" Oberon quietly sang to himself. Dinner? Oberon thought, raising an eyebrow at the idea of having to go and eat with these hooligans much less go on more dangerous missions with them at that. Oberon thought to himself as he frowned, this mission was easy sure; go in and trashy eh guys house and leave like nothing ever happened. Still the way Ryo seemed so calm about it, the whole thing was strange, was he evil or not? Oberon thought as it was hard to pin down what side Ryo was really on. Sinjin was just straight up silly and ignore about almost everything so it was impossible to tell what the blond was really thinking. Oberon thought as he kept up time, his shoes tapping on the cobblestone streets as he walked. God, he might as well just do this thing. Oberon thought as he started walking a bit faster, "Yo! Wait up!" he yelled as he moved up into a run to keep up time with his teammates who were simply leaving him behind really. How could they be so happy about everything? How?.... It was a question that made Oberon despair. How could one live such a dark life and yet be happy about it? Oberon thought with a growl, no point in bitching about it now though. He thought as he ran, he was stronger then that for sure. Oberon hoped that at least some food would calm his mind at least. |
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