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| [Graded]The Belladonna Happy Family Club; C-Class Mission | |
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| Topic Started: Nov 9 2015, 04:10 AM (580 Views) | |
| 栄 Cryool | Nov 11 2015, 01:31 AM Post #31 |
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Oh god, the stench! It could have curdled milk into Greek yogurt, turned living soybeans into tofu, fermented living heads of cabbage into authentic kimchi - the smell! "You! Are you the head of this crew of rowdy rabble-rousers?" The Crimson Dawn dared to ask in a high-pitched nasal voice, as he was too busy holding his nose to talk normally. His very status was proof of his experience and durability as a hero; all around him, men in very nice shirts were fallen unconscious on the floor, some foaming out of their mouths, others with the one shade of sickly green that the building otherwise lacked flowing in puddles around them. The men who had chosen to hold onto their coffee were hit hardest, as the very drinks in their hands, upon making contact with particles of the boss's stench, instantly solidified in a desperate but ultimately futile attempt to coat themselves away from the nasty odor. "And what if I am, boy?" The Boss answered, as he pulled out a stocking that was clearly once white but now had a beautiful mixture between several deep yellow and brown tones, and also a bit of green where one of the toes should have been. "You've decided to mess with the wrong folks, boys!" The Boss rose his arm, and swung the sock in circles around and around him - and, like a whip, struck it against the ground! So great was its stench, that the very area of the floor that it had struck caved in, the carpeting diving down to the fifth floor in a desperate attempt to remove itself from the sheer power of oh-my-god-that-is-nasty. The Boss swung the sock over and over his head again, preparing for a second strike. "So what'll it be, boys? Join me and our happy family club, and together, we can rule the streets of Belladonna! Or will you try to fight me, and get knocked out by this sock I wore back when I had athlete's foot?" The Crimson Dawn clenched his jaw and his fists - they were in serious trouble! "Falcon, wake up! At this rate, we'll have no choice but to detonate the Crimson Falcon Bomb!" |
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| 栄 THE Cat | Nov 11 2015, 01:49 AM Post #32 |
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The stench was so strunk the hero was completely out cold, to the point where when he was called by the Crimson Dawn there was literally no remarks. The white and blue hero was knocked out, out cold, unresponsive, dead without being dead, unconscious, gone from the conscious world, in lala land, dreaming, not here at the moment- he was not awake. His face went from a white Caucasian tone to a sickly green one even when knocked out. The man, wielding this sock like a whip now, walked past the now unconscious Dante. The Crimson's Dawn's response was all the old man needed. He rushed forward and attempted to slap the sock on the Crimson Dawn's face; his speed was like that of a catapulted walrus, with both speed and grace and the knowledge that its impact will mean eminent death. The sock, in its potent state, swung around the air turning the very wind inside the room into a toxic substance just for touching the foul and yellow tainted sock. The swing, if it missed, will crack the walls behind the Crimson Dawn, but not completely. The Falcon then stood up, momentarily, with his knees buckling underneath him. Truly he needed at least a couple of seconds to catch his breath, literally. He INHALED that stench and the only way his body could cope with that mistake was by completely knocking him out. Dante's body knew that prolonged exposure to that substance would most certainly be lethal, worse if it wasn't the air around the sock that was inhaled, but fumes DIRECTLY from the object in question. The Falcon's body needed a moment to breath semi-breathable air, and he wasn't going to be able to fight until he did. He was light-headed, hating life, and he swore he died some time after he was knocked out because he saw stars everywhere in his dream, and his father (whom oddly enough isn't dead). He exhaled, not noticing that the old man was, at this moment, letting a fury of dangerous whipping attacks at his ally on the other side of the room. "Maybe... maybe I shouldn't have sushi today.. actually know what, I'll just not eat ever again. Sounds about right." he thought, right before throwing up on the ground but out of line of sight from the Crimson Dawn (it was behind the wall of the boss). Edited by THE Cat, Nov 11 2015, 01:50 AM.
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| 栄 Cryool | Nov 11 2015, 02:19 AM Post #33 |
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The Crimson Dawn was strangely calm, all of a sudden. Even as the Boss charged towards him, swinging his utterly filthy sock in tow, and even as the men in nice shirts ran out of the room to avoid getting anywhere close to that article of concentrated stench, he simply stood there, holding his nose. The red superhero rose his arm to stop the incoming old man. "If you make me detonate the Crimson Falcon Bomb, old man, there will be no turning back!" "What Crimson Falcon Bomb?!" The Boss spat, as his long-term sinuses continued to render him immune to his own powers. "Nothing you could possibly do, can overcome the force of my ten-year-old fungal sock!" "Don't force my hand, old man!" "Show me your little bomb, I dare you!" "You leave me no choice!" With the conversation at a standstill, the Crimson Dawn's clenched fist began to shine as what appeared to be ribbons of crimson energy circled his arm. "In the name of JUSTICE, may the government and the policing forces and the general populace of Fiore overlook the deaths of everyone in this building; you have forced my hand!" The Boss's face, upon hearing the Crimson Dawn's words, turned roughly the same shade of white that the Falcon's costume was in its original condition. "Deaths? Deaths?! You're going to kill us all?!" The Crimson Dawn gave a solemn nod. "You, yours, and every single person in this whole building!" "I- wait, hold on, surely there's a way we can just talk this through, isn't there?! You can't just- You can't just kill us all, we haven't done any crime that big, we're just small-time criminals, I haven't even committed a murder yet!" "It's too late, old man - you will never see the light of another day again!" The Crimson Dawn peered around behind the Boss to check and see if the Falcon was awake yet; one one hand, he was relieved that his partner wasn't entirely unconscious; on the other, as he was, the Falcon was still too weak to do much. "That's-That's illegal, is what it is! You can't just barge into other people's headquarters and blow them up, I- I'll sue you! Ha! I'll sue you for civil misconduct! You-You'll go to jail, and-and then you'll be stuck there, and- please, don't kill me!" The Crimson Dawn lowered his energy-pulsing arm, stretching his hand out for the Boss to shake. "Very well then, but only on one condition; and we must shake on it!" "I- Yes, yes, we'll shake on it, we'll shake on it right now!" The Boss panicked, rushing forwards to grab the Crimson Dawn's hand and shake it. Quickly, he pressed his hand forth above and onto the superhero's, a shaking of the deal to save his life- The Crimson Dawn grabbed his hand, and with a mighty magic-infused swing, sent a combination of a blast and a punch onto the Boss's body, sending him flying- "Crimson Defenestration!" right out the window. |
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| 栄 THE Cat | Nov 11 2015, 02:59 AM Post #34 |
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The Falcon was busy spewing the contents of his stomach to notice the opponent was now trying to defeat the Crimson Dawn- up until the red hero threatened to take away his life. Then the guy was all 'oh no' and stopped trying to knock him unconscious. They talked, the Falcon continued to heave, and then he heard a punch of punches and knocked the old man straight through a window; he crashed through and the sound of breaking glass echoed in the room. While that happened darkness surrounded the Falcon's body, but it was completely different from the other times. Horns grew from the darkness on top of his head and a long red tail slithered from his lower back while the darkness continued to cover his body. His hand, which was once white and human, grabbed the edge of the door (now red and with black claws). A horned red creature looked at the group of members, then back at the Crimson Dawn. "Sup." he said, looking directly at the now terrified individuals that had no boss. "So, don't hold this against me or nothing, but.. 'The Falcon' wants me to destroy this building. So, yeah, gtfo or you'll be turned to dust." Is what he said, looking at everyone. "...." "...." ".........." "......" "I WILL F*ING EAT YOU GET OUT!!" The men scurried out of the room, some even jumped out of the window and into the emergency gtfo pile of hey on the ground. There was a LOT of hay down there. So many people ran out of the building, it was safe to say that entire thing was 100% secure to destroy. The old man even grabbed the baby and ran out of there on his walking stick, running for what could have been the first time in years. "Da-da-da do-do~ Doom-doom-yer-doom doomed~" and suddenly his body became coated in some black energy and out of his body came so much black water that it flooded the entire building. In an instant, from the outside, black water flooded the building turning everything it touched into dust (it was obliterated). The water made its way down the building, eventually reaching the first floor and changed the unusually unwelcome structure and old wooden desks into nothing. By the time the flood was over the entire building was gone. In the middle of this unusually empty area in the middle of Belladonna was the pink devil with a yellow jacket covering his horns. He was dusting off his hands, with the large squad of gangsters just looking at their destroyed home and defeated boss. "A job well done Asmodai, a job VERY well done if I do say so myself." And then, just as quickly as he appeared, he was gone. Dante was posing, V for Victory. "Disbanding successful!!" and just like that, EVERYONE remaining in the group attacked. Edited by THE Cat, Nov 11 2015, 03:11 AM.
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| 栄 Cryool | Nov 11 2015, 03:34 AM Post #35 |
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"Well done, Falcon, well done!" The Crimson Dawn congratulated, as he himself struck a pose, hands on his hips and chest puffed out proudly, as if the sunlight shining down upon the outline of his chest musculature was going to fire itself into a beam of JUSTICE on everyone in the region. Then he got hit in the chest by an empty styrofoam cup. The remaining gangsters, the conscious ones at least, they were mad, like finding-out-the-coffee-machine-was-no-longer-running-when-you-need-your-morning-cup-of-joe-after-a-four-hour-sleep-after-a-full-day-of-meetings-at-seven-in-the-morning mad! They were now scattered and disorganized, with no leader - The Pink Flamingo was knocked out, Lady Doberman the Cat Queen was unconscious, Mr. Kabobblyhead had been washed away, the Ghost of Paperwork Past, Present, and Future was heading towards a rehab center for post-trauma therapy, The Grand Receptionist had just been sent to the hospital, and on top of it all, the Boss's fright during the fall had scared him so much it cleared away his sinuses, and now he could no longer withstand his very own odors! Every leader of the Belladonna Happy Family Club had been defeated, and they- they were just men in nice suits, trying not to get them dirty! Getting them dirty? That was it! The Crimson Dawn reached down and scooped a clump of dirt and debris. "Quick - Crimson Mudslinging!" Splat! One of the gangsters froze, looked down at his dirt-stained nice shirt, looked back up again at the Crimson Dawn with a look of pure horror in his face - and fainted. "You have a choice, all of you! Submit yourselves to the authorities at the Knight's station down on the crossroads between Third and Boogledoogle, or prepare to end up like that man!" |
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| 栄 THE Cat | Nov 11 2015, 04:13 AM Post #36 |
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Dante's V for Victory pose will have to wait. For there was MINIONS afoot! The hero returned to his neutral expression when he witnessed the sheer amount of people surrounding them.. there had to be at least.. fifty of them! The Falcon and The Crimson Dawn were only two people, and despite their raging muscles and the bodies that resembled perfectly carved statues of the roman times, they were heavily outnumbered.. BUT NOT OUTMATCHED! The Crimson Dawn and the Falcon both had the same idea at the same time. The white hero grabbed as much dirt as he could at once on one hand; however, the Crimson Dawn threw it first.. causing the poor soul to faint. It would take several sessions of dry cleaning to clean the expensive suits, shirts, and overall clothes completely. Some of it might have even STAINED. The other minions, with a mixture of both terror and anger, ran away.. or at least, half of them did. The other half took off their expensive coats, leaving only the less expensive pants and undershirts on. The Falcon watched them take off their clothes, with his eyes wide open "Now THAT is dedication!" He said, while the men took off their clothes in the middle of what could be a battle. The falcon watched, stretching his body to limber up before what could be a very big fight. He took on one of his many stances; both hands in front of him with one leg slightly lifted. His concentration in the fight doubled- no, tripled. He brought himself to the conclusion that defeating these enemies by dislocation will have to do; if not just breaking their bones. He watched as the first person ran forward holding a skeletonized swordfish as a bladed weapon, he cocked his fist back, and- WHAM! hit in the face by a wet fish. At the same time the original gangster man swung the swordfish; Dante grabbed the fish that was falling on the ground and slapped the gangsters face.. HARD! So hard that the man fainted right there and then. The fish was heavy, and the person that threw it was also probably strong. That's when he noticed the heavy guy with a barrel of fish right next to him- he carried that barrel when he was escaping?! Dante held the fish with both hands, truly believing that it had become his main weapon. Two other males swung their mop head and broom head at Dante's body, but he countered by parrying with his fish and, with one giant swing, smacking the first, then second guy into the floor and deeper into the world of their minds. He smiled, three down, twenty two to go!! |
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| 栄 Cryool | Nov 11 2015, 04:51 AM Post #37 |
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It was a chaotic battle of two heroes against an army of grunts, as the Falcon and the Crimson Dawn downed wave after wave of minions, the less cute kind! The enemies were many, but they weren't particularly trained, just the normal street thug - a perfect chance for the Crimson Dawn to show off his diverse and formidable array of trademarked powers! "Crimson Fronthand! Crimson Backhand!" The red superhero shouted, as he slapped the nearest grunt silly, before throwing him at an incoming enemy; but there were more, still more, so many of them! "Crimson Knee! Crimson Elbow!" The grunts were relentless, but the Crimson Dawn clenched his teeth - if these shirtless and pantless men were going to come in begging for a serving of JUSTICE, how could he, a prime chef and delivery boy, not serve them the very JUSTICE they were looking for?! "Crimson Headbutt! Crimson Chest Bump!" The Crimson Dawn was taking advantage of every opportunity to shout his powers as loudly as he could, while posing either right before or right after each and every blow. With the Crimson Dawn, every moment was a Kodak moment! "Dude, I think they're just using us for self-promotional opportunities," one of the grunts noted, pointing towards a camera attached high onto a tree that wasn't there before; was it just him, or did it have a Beast, Inc. logo? "Naw dude, that's impossible, they wouldn't film us just for the sake of-" A swinging axe kick sent the two grunts crumpling down onto the ground; stepping a foot upon them, the Crimson Dawn smiled proudly as he wiped the sweat off his brow, pulling a can out from his waist-holder-thing. "Ahhh..." The red hero sighed, as he downed a great gulp of the drink in his hands. "With the Crimson Buffalo Energy Drink, even a hero doesn't need to worry about getting tired after a full day of crime-fighting!" He made a nice-guy pose towards the camera in the air. "Crimson Buffalo Energy Drink, brought to you by Beast, Inc.! Beast Inc., Bringing you the stuff of heroes!" |
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| 栄 THE Cat | Nov 11 2015, 05:19 AM Post #38 |
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That is when Dante saw the camera hanging by the tree, he 'errhmm'd' and span his index finger around, giving the universal signal for 'start over'. The camera lenses focusing on the Falcon closed, turning off its power, then turned on again. When it did the hero lost the fish and looked almost brand spanking new. Save for the scratches and bruises from about an hour ago when they originally ran inside the building's first floor. The blue and white hero, by the time the camera lenses were focused on him again, saw him posing just as three men ran right towards him with their own unique weapons. "FALCON-" his fist thrusted at the first man's face, punching him so hard a tooth literally chipped out of his mouth "-PAWNCH!" the man flew backwards, past the two men that jumped and swung their assortment of fish weapons. But he wasn't havin' it. He unsheathed both of his blades and cut right through the fishes then, at the same swing, elbowed both of the men in the face. TEN minions then surrounded the hero and ran right towards him. He smiled and darkness coated his body, and in one big burst birds flew out and attacked everyone around him in one quick wave of falcon fury. The men, and one woman, dropped to the ground completely unconscious. The Falcon stretched, looking directly at the camera as another man ran towards Dante with CAKE on his hand. "Man, beating up bad guys is sweet. But not NEARLY as sweet as Dante's InFlan-o, made with more caramel and vanilla goodness for a TRUE hero, like you." He then briefly turned around, punching the man in the face so hard somewhere in the world a mother had just felt a sharp pain around her jawline, "It's so good, it's a sin to eat it." He smiled, posing with one thumb up. As the camera loses its focus and retracts back to the not zoomed view one could see all of the defeated criminals on the ground. Some of them were moving around still, not willing to get up but rocking on the ground from the agonizing pain on their faces, or just bodies. Dante then turned around, "We made it through another heroic day in this heroic city. There is only one thing left to do." The Falcon nodded to himself, "Sushi and flan. I am treating us this time." He then pointed, while posing, at the distant horizon. Edited by THE Cat, Nov 11 2015, 05:19 AM.
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| 栄 Cryool | Nov 11 2015, 05:32 AM Post #39 |
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The Crimson Dawn heaved a heavy sigh of relief now that their work here was done - with the Happy Family Club's leaders all defeated, and the grunts all scattered, there was going to be one less gang out there worrying the good civilians of Belladonna at night. "Nothing sounds better than sushi and flan after a good day's work!" The red superhero shouted back in response, striking his own pose in the same direction, a leg crouched up and held on the foreleg of his other leg like a crane. "And to think, the sun is still high up in the sky!" Yes; it was only a bit after noon, sometime around one or so. "There's no reason to hesitate: let's go, and off to lunch!" With that, the Crimson Dawn leaped off of the unconscious grunt he'd been resting on, before using a swinging kick to send him flying towards another pair of shirtless men who were not yet unconscious- because now they were. It was a deed well done, the superhero proudly thought, as he glanced at the unconscious Boss who had half of his body stuck through a hole in an antique wardrobe. An ancient sock of dangerously smelly proportion dangled before his face, rendering him unconscious by power of sheer stench every time he woke up again. He dusted off his hands, and followed the Falcon on their way to fill up their own hunger for something other than JUSTICE. Cleanup duty, as all superheroes knew, was a job for the local Knights! The nearest sushi restaurant was closed for the day. |
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| 栄 THE Cat | Nov 11 2015, 05:56 AM Post #40 |
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With twenty five bodies knocked out, a missing building, what will probably be about one hundred complaints of noise, property damage, and maybe even a handful of the grunts trying to sue the heroes, Dante thought to himself 'What a job well done'. Sure some of these men were probably going to have a hard time walking properly again, sure other men are going to suffer through emotional trauma for what can be a very long time. But, in the end, the Falcon did what every comic book super-hero did at the end. Let the fellow knights clean up after them~ And with the Crimson Dawn knocking out the last two grunts with a jump and two kicks to the face, Dante walked off with the red hero in hopes of putting an end to this day with the very thing he's been craving since before the mission. About fifteen minutes pass and they are in front of a sushi restaurant; only Dante is on the ground, real tears streaming down his face and making a very small puddle right underneath his nose. "Closed: National Sushi Restaurant Holiday" "WHY?! JUST WHY?!" Dante asked loudly, his fist pounding on the hard pavement. "WHY DOES THIS HAPPEN TO ME, HAVE I DONE SOMETHING WRONG?! CAN SOMEONE TELL ME WHAT I DID TO DESERVE THIS!!" He cried, his mask was semi soaked by the time he finished. Then he stood up and tried his best to breath in; however his nose was plugged from the mucus he had built up. "Know what, now I'm in the mood for taco." And half an hour later the two were inside a taco restaurant in their hero suits. Many tourists stopped to look at the two, and even more people that live in the city wondered what two men in haloween costumes were doing inside this specific store.. and why they didn't just show up without them and be normal. Dante was eating tacos, and speaking with his mouth full. "You know what you neef *spits out a small chunk of aid taco* a side kick, call her little red or sumfin *another chunk gone*" and the two talked until both of them received a signal via CDS news. "Right this very moment we have a building on fire. The knights can't do anything about the people stuck inside the building, whatever should we- the powerless people- do. More news at eleven." And Dante, being the type that didn't watch news at eleven, slammed his fist into the table. "Crimson Dawn, it's that time again.. time for JUSTICE!" then scoot his seat in, and walked outside and towards the sunlight, despite it being the wrong way. "Dodo-da-dodo, dodo-da-dodo, doom doom yer doom doomed~" kept ringing in his head as he took a taxi, sharing the seat with Crimson Dawn, and riding towards their next destination. |
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