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Dinomight; Sorry for pun
Topic Started: Feb 5 2014, 02:30 PM (876 Views)
Nero
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"Boss, I have some news for you."

Situated in the shadow of a volcano, though just outside the range of of the molten rock and lava that would occasionally erupt out of it, was a camp. Perhaps people might ask why in the world someone would build a camp near a volcano of all places. But the first question on their mind, once they actually saw the place, would be "What are they doing with all these caged dinosaurs?".

A collection of caged dinosaurs were gathered outside a tent. There was a huge cage for a T-Rex, a long cage for a Stegosaurus, another cage with a Triceratops, and a smaller cage that looked like it would be perfect for a Velociraptor. However, that bars on that cage looked as if they had been torn out of place.

"One of the dinosaurs broke out of its cage."

A lanky, seven-foot tall man dressed in a tight, bright red, full-body length coat was sitting inside the tent. He was leaned back into his seat, with one leg -- which happened to be garbed in red as well -- draped over the other. He had a small smile on his face and seemed quite casual as he reported that morning's accident to his 'Boss'.

Then Den Den Mushi he was reporting to, however, did not seem to share his smile. Instead, it wore a very solemn, serious expression beneath its jet black sunglasses, and the voice that came through its mouth was indeed not very cheery, "Why are you telling me this? Shouldn't you be catching it?"

"It's fine..." The red man put on a reassuring tone, but a bead of sweat did form on his forehead as he began to fear that his decision to let the Velociraptor run loose would get him in trouble with his boss. "This will give us a chance to test out the experiments."

"Red...you're risking being discovered and ruining our operations on Little Garden." Red gulped and his smile slowly turned into a frown. Had he screwed everything up? Was all Hell about to be unleashed upon his head?

"Fine...just make sure nothing goes wrong. Make sure no one finds out about what you're doing. You know I can't protect you if something goes wrong."

Red's frown instantly flipped back into a smile, an even bigger smile than before. He licked his lips in anticipation of seeing the results of his experimentation. "Don't worry, Boss; I had Pinkie follow it around. Nothing can go wrong."

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Meanwhile, elsewhere on Little Garden, a Velociraptor was tearing through flesh with its claws and fangs. While it may not have been unusual for a carnivore to be killing other animals, this Velociraptor wasn't bothering to eat them afterwards. It was killing just to kill, and its bloodlust seemed farm from sated. It's eyes were blood red and its body seemed to be glowing red as well, almost as if its insides were burning. The death roars of dinosaurs filled the air as the frenzied beast carved and tore a bloody path through the island. And all the while, a bright pink bird could be seen flying high above the carnage.
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A young woman was walking backwards down a muddied path, something that would probably look strange if anyone were around to see it. She backpedaled with her head facing the ground, her arms out to the sides, and with every step she deliberately placed her bare foot within a print left in the thick mud. As she slowly worked her way down the trail, the woman teetered back and forth to compensate for the various depths her feet would sink into the mud, and paused occasionally to preserve her balance.

"Where.. did I.. leave them?" Nei said under her breath, questioning where her boots ended up this time. The crimson-haired cyborg looked up for a moment and could still see her small camp in the distance, which was really just a makeshift fire pit next to a log in a somewhat flat clearing. She knew that it would be infinitely simpler to just follow her tracks normally, but she wasn't exactly in a hurry and found that literally retracing her steps was kind of entertaining, if needlessly tedious. After turning her attention back to the ground and continuing, it wasn't long before she picked up on the sound of gently flowing water.

A couple hundred labored steps later the sound of the water had become quite distinct, and she recalled passing through a shallow stream the day before, leaving her boots on a flat rock so she could wash her legs in the water. Just as she remembered where they were, her ankle caught on an exposed root and sent her hurtling backwards.

"Crap!" Nei hit the slope of the riverbank and tumbled down into the rocky bed of the river. She came to a stop face-down in the water, and sheepishly laid there for as long as she could hold her breath. She wasn't really in any danger, as the water was merely a few inches deep, but regardless it was pretty embarrassing and she wanted to hide. She lifted her face out of the water to breath and saw her boots sitting exactly where she had left them, and promptly pushed herself to her feet. She walked forward, ignoring the small scrapes and bruises that now riddled her body and took a seat on the bank, submerging her feet in the stream.

"Sigh.." Nei exhaled sharply, she was red in the face even though she knew there was nobody around to see what had happened. She kicked her mud-covered feet through the water until they were relatively clean and put on her boots, then scrambled back up the incline. She then started back toward her shoddy campsite, hopefully the fire hadn't died yet.
Edited by ThtGyNmdFsh, Feb 7 2014, 01:15 PM.
Nei -- Inventor, Doctor, Marksman, Navigator -- Threat: 0
SD Earned: 110 Beli: 10,100,000 Location: Grand Line
Strength: 30 Speed: 30 Stamina: 27 Accuracy: 50 Fortune: 37 Focus: 65

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"Hmph."

Tessa sat with her back against one of the less massive trees on Little Garden. She'd been on the island far longer than she had ever wanted to. In fact, she had never wanted to be here in the first place. The nice, stylish, and ridiculously strong girl she was with had literally vanished into thin air. Tessa was equal parts annoyed and depressed about the whole deal. She had the girls ship, but she had spent the better part of the previous day vainly searching for someone who was nowhere to be found.

Now Tessa sat against the tree, her hand holding her chin as she slouched with a discontented look on her face. A stray ray of light caught on something sitting next to her, catching her eye. Graham (Mark II) was resting resplendently next to her. Somehow he seemed... Harder? Better? Stronger? She shook her head, more to clear her head than to deny some unspoken query.

A roar broke through the forest, prompting her to snap to attention, grabbing Graham's haft and rising to her feet. She had changed her wardrobe somewhat since she was with the girl. Her hands looked positively delicate in white ballroom gloves, and a similarly white cashmere sweater clad her torso quite exquisitely. She opted to roll up the sleeves still though, along with some other concessions for the climate; She still had her black short shorts, and the rugged terrain of the island demanded no less than her normal combat boots.

The roars turned into what could only be described as death-throes. This wasn't the first time today that she had heard the same noise. Something was going around killing the dinosaurs, and though it wasn't every minute, it was still far, far too often. Even with only a few days on the island, this could only be described as an unusual occurrence.

She gritted her teeth, "It's definitely getting closer..." the roars were distant before, echoing about the island. They had drawn ever closer as the morning drew on. She didn't know whether to head towards, or away from it.

The defeat of the titanic spinosaurus was almost entirely due to the efforts of the girl. Surely, Tessa had helped, but if she were to find another one of similar proportions, she had to admit she would have trouble. At least, as long as she was alone. On the slight chance some other stylish, strong, independent individual like the girl was wandering about the island was... slim, to say the least.

She decided to go neither toward or away, and opted to move perpendicular. Holding Graham over her shoulder, she began her trek through the jungle. Nothing had attacked Tessa today, whether it was due to her own strength, or the presence of the unknown creature slaying other dinosaurs, she couldn't say.

She grunted at the thought, and stopped momentarily to listen. The sound of water could vaguely be heard in the direction she was heading. Well, she had some luck, a source of water would momentarily stifle the stifling atmosphere. She plucked at the front of the sweater. Despite its weather-defying properties, it still had trouble with the jungle that was Little Garden.

Another roar broke through the trees, she responded with a glare in the direction of the roar. Her free hand clenched into a fist as she smiled grimly,

"Definitely."
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When the pool of standing, pathogen filled water started out, it was a sort of dingy green, now it was dingy green with a worrying tentacled mass of now diffusing blood. There was only one unfortunate soul who could’ve stepped out of that pool; that one particular figurative and literal corpse of a man.

He shambled from one spot to another, dripping wet, but at least not covered in a worrying amount of his own blood. What was left of his clothes was a tattered loincloth (that was once his boxers), which even after cleaning remained browned by long dried blood, which implied a story that very few men were willing to hear. The very last of his blood was left in that pool he had long left behind, but he could relax knowing that he had some new stolen blood that he could lose.

Cosmo was sure that this was his new home now. He was a jungle man now, a man of the dinosaur jungle. His head pounded and the longing for a five gallon jug of espresso nearly brought out a cry of pure anguish and genuine emotional pain out of Cosmo, instead it was a cry of physical pain. He jerked his foot up, seeing that had stepped on what was obviously the tooth of dinosaur. His eyes narrowed and he twisted his spine around to get a nice little look around at the nasty scraps of what was obviously a terribly massacred carcass. Somewhere, somewhere that wasn’t where he was, he heard the sound of what was either another dinosaur meeting a similar fate or something that such an odd sound could be humorously compared to.

Between volcanoes threatening to end all life, the marines, and long lost cousins, Cosmo’s vague span of time on the island wasn’t looking all that grand. He shifted his weight, opposite of the direction of the terrifying sound that set up some grim implications for what was going to happen next. He didn’t run, not at first. He waited, tapping his foot into the squishy bits left after the most recent dinosaur attack.

He had to weigh his options, trying his best to figure out how he could best avoid this situation whatever it was. His mind wandered outside of this particular bit of surreal happenstance and onto other events that sounded absurd on paper, but were far more absurd to experience first hand. The young man, previously struck down in his squandered prime, unfolded his arms and gazed in the direction of the last dinosaur yelp. Surprisingly enough, he sauntered in the direction in which the terrifying, foreboding shriek had arisen.

If he had tried to avoid whatever had roused such a awful noise, he’d just be caught off guard, and the time he spent trying to avoid it would’ve been wasted, seeing as he was undoubtedly going to fall in its path anyway. If anything was going to push him forward, it was the fact that the ground was suddenly the heat and consistency of freshly burnt firewood. It was then that Cosmo looked down, and realised that he standing on what was a dying fire.

The sound that left Cosmo’s thorax was comparable to most of the shrieks let out by the likes of dying dinosaurs, if only more pained and horrified. He sashayed forward, getting out of the fire. Due to the laws of comedy, he was largely fine, but there had to be some catalyst to justify him using yomi to frustratingly stomp out the dimming makeshift fire of some bird harpy.
Leens & Khepri by Neon


Andrei Myshkin • Holy Paladin • Thief/Entertainer • Underdogs • Rank: Ensign • SD Earned: 285 • Beli: Some number • Location: Khepri

Xanthippe • Sheepherder • Weapon Specialist/Chef • Odd Jobs • Threat: 0 • SD Earned: 40 • Beli: 500,000 • Location: Silent Hill

Percival Aloysius Periwinkle • Legitmiate Businessman • Merchant/Marksman • No Crew • Bounty: 130,000,000,000 Extol • SD Earned: 148 • Beli: 21,000,000 • L: Alabasta

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”Hi, Red. This is, uhm, Pinkie.” The little pink bird who had been fluttering over the velociraptor’s rampage had perched onto a tree top and was talking into a den den mushi; talking loudly t be heard over the vicious blood bath on the jungle floor, ”I was wondering, uhm..when should I make it stop?”

”Pinkie, Pinkie, Pinkie…” the man known as Red sighed into a den den mushi on his shoulder while buttering a slice of toast, ”I know you’re only a budding scientist, but surely you understand the importance of a large sample size.”

The bird stretched a wing behind its head and nervously rubbed the back of its feathered neck, ”Well, uhm, yes, but I think it’s doing rather well out here, and it’s also causing a bit of a commotion. There are some people here on the island, and I don’t think it would be good if, uhm, they found the specimen.”

”Well obviously, Pinkie, if it’s going to come across humans then j—“A flying dinosaur suddenly flew past Pinkie, taking the branch he was sitting on, and the den den mushi, with it. Pinkie was left on what remained of the branch his eyes and beak wide open.

There was a thick, heavy wooshing noise over Tessa’s head, followed by a light shower of hot blood, as a freshly slain dinosaur flew through the air. The flying corpse seemed to come from the jungle brush and it completely cleared the riverbank that Nei had been struggling with. It landed on the other side of the river, in a pile of bushes not far from the campfire, with the branch and den den beneath it. It wasn’t a terribly huge dino, just a baby brontosaurus; there was no threat of a T-Rex tosser lurking nearby, but in less reassuring news, the fiend that had thrown the body and who was likely the culprit behind all the other dying dinosaurs suddenly leapt out of the bushes and landed right behind its next target: Tessa.

Its snout down to its neck, as well as its clawed arms and legs, were crimson with the blood of its victims, and blood was still leaking out of its open mouth and nostrils. What was even more disturbing was that the fresh blood seemed to be bubbling on top of its body, as if it was boiling. Perhaps it was in fact boiling, for the raptor’s body would periodically pulse bright red and orange, like fire. It’s eyes were burning red as well, with only the tiniest, black pupils visible to make it obvious that it was staring right at Tessa.

”KKKRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!”

The shrill battle cry came from the back of its throat, and flecks of hot spittle and blood sprayed out over Tessa. It was the most warning it had given one of its targets yet. Maybe it recognized and respected Tessa’s strength; maybe it was developing a conscience and was warning Tessa to run, or maybe its brain had just completely fried inside its skull and it had gone insane. Well regardless of what it was thinking, if anything, it was clear that the raptor’s tastes had gone unchanged as it leapt at Tessa, red fangs open and aiming to clamp down on Tessa’s neck.
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If Tessa had hackles, they'd be absolutely bristling right now. The tension was thick enough to smash with a hammer. The momentary lull in the screams had left Tessa in a combat position in the middle of a small clearing. Her hands gripped her hammer tightly as her eyes scanned the treeline. She didn't let her guard down, she couldn't.

The tension was momentarily shattered like brittle ice when a bloodcurdling shriek came from somewhere behind her. It sounded nothing like the screams of the dinosaurs. If anything it sounded like a cat being skinned alive. Tessa shook her head to get rid of that particular thought, and had to decide what to do.

Had the thing killing the dinosaurs bypassed her somehow? Should she turn around to chase it? Or should she just run forward to take advantage of the opportunity? It'd probably be best to do the lat-

A noise came from above and a sudden spatter of warm rain landed on Tessa and the ground. She caught a small glimpse of a dinosaur flying overhead from the opposite direction of the last shriek; from the original direction all the other screams had originated from. Her eyes looked back down to her clothes. The "rain" had been blood, and her clothes had been ruined by the dino-DNA.

She turned, her metaphorical hackles bristling once again as she glared at the undergrowth. She wasn't at all prepared when the monster jumped behind her, however. Though, by some chance, it gave her a small window to turn and face it.

The thing was ghastly to look at; completely soaked with blood, glowing with what seemed to be demonic light as it stared Tessa down. The monster roared in Tessa's face, further ruining her clothes and hair with spittle and blood. A fleeting thought crossed her mind, "Well, this brings me back a day or two." She bared her teeth, and responded with a roar of her own ripping from the back of her throat:

"DORYAAAAAAAAA!!!"

The roar was fully punctuated with a tremendous swing of her hammer, aimed at the loathsome monster's ugly face. She didn't really think about what would happen if she missed. She was fairly confident that her swing would take the thing out. It wasn't nearly the size of the thing she had fought before, but that only meant it was quicker. Hopefully its blood-lust made it too brave to dodge.

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Sundering Smash! (14)
Type: Offensive, Hammer of Rage
Range: Melee
Stats: N/A
Description: Tessa smashes a target with extreme prejudice, with the intent to destroy the offending object. This technique is capable of breaking Steel.
Edited by Hugo, Feb 22 2014, 01:10 AM.
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Nei's fall into the shallow stream had left the front half of her body soaking wet, while the back half remained dry. As she made her way back to the small camp, drying off next to the fire was becoming all the more appealing with each step. However, the thought was promptly erased from her mind when what sounded like a particularly nasty creature shrieked out from somewhere behind her. In her time on Little Garden, Nei had become somewhat familiar with the variety of large beasts roaming the island. This sound in particular was new, which made it all the more worth investigating.

As Nei finally came up to her camp site, she was greeted with the sight of a downright sickly looking man stepping out and seemingly absent-mindedly walking into her fire. This was followed shortly by what would have sounded like a scream from a human woman if she wasn't clearly looking at a man. The crimson-haired cyborg paused for a moment, observing while the decomposing stranger jumped out of the fire and proceeded to furiously stomp it out.

"Sigh"

Nei stepped forward into the open clearing of the camp and approached him, with one of her hands balled into a fist. She spotted her equipment resting against a log on the far side of the small clearing, just past the walking corpse of a man. She wasted no time in making a bee-line to her stuff, and immediately equipped herself before turning around to face the stranger.

"That was my fire."

Nei took a few steps forward in order to speak with the man, somehow resisting the urge to throw a cyborg fisted punch into his rotting face. Instead, she crossed her arms and blurted out the thing that bothered her the most about this encounter.

"You look unmistakably dead, what is keeping you alive? Also, did you hear those two cries earlier? We are not alone here." Nei stepped past the stranger and started in the direction of the screams from before, not even introducing herself or asking for his name. She figured he would be heading in the same direction anyways, so formalities could come later. The woman's voice came from the same direction as the monstrous shriek, which was across the stream from Nei's camp.
Edited by ThtGyNmdFsh, Feb 25 2014, 03:35 PM.
Nei -- Inventor, Doctor, Marksman, Navigator -- Threat: 0
SD Earned: 110 Beli: 10,100,000 Location: Grand Line
Strength: 30 Speed: 30 Stamina: 27 Accuracy: 50 Fortune: 37 Focus: 65

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It--the stomping--was good exercise. Worked the glutes (which Cosmo needed to work on) and a few other muscle groups, and it just got out a lot of needless anger. And if there was one thing Cosmo could be positively sure of, it was the fact that nobody was going to be harmed in the fire’s destruction. In all likelihood, the person who lit the fire in the first place was either long gone, or more likely dead and mangled in the claws of the terrible monster going around causing all those noise of formally unstoppable reptilian thingamajigs being stopped.

"That was my fire."

Cosmo abruptly ceased in his senseless destruction of the fire. Before him was a woman who looked to have all the strength of the wild and the power of industry rolled into one convenient package. Logic dictated he be tactful, and respectful, lest he get his soul punched back into the underworld.

Was it?” Cosmo scoffed without any semblance of tact or respect. Well it wasn’t much of a fire anymore, to be fair. It was more or less just a steaming pile of thawing permafrost. The humidity made it easy for things to freeze, whilst making it nearly impossible for those frozen things to effectively stay frozen once the heat that the humidity carried hit them. And on that note, nights on this island were hot, and the days had sun, so Cosmo didn’t see any reason for anyone to have blood their eyes over the loss of a fire. So whilst he stood there awkwardly silent for a bit, he finally spoke again, “I’m not going to apologize.” He rudely added in a tone of bitter vitriol.

The fire and its demise quickly took a back seat to questions, both of which Cosmo wasn’t every interested in answering. As for the first question, Cosmo struck like a limp, dead viper, “Well that can’t be true; if I were really unmistakably dead would I be living?” He asked in retort, making no effort to address the question of how an unmistakably dead individual would be living. Cosmo could explain: he had died previously, but Death had rejected him from the underworld on the grounds that Cosmo had earned a second life by getting durian gunk stuck in his lungs. Some stories beg for a retelling, but dealing with the bureaucratic mess that was purgatory was not something that the festering slacker was too fond of relieving, or redying as it were.

Regardless, as for the second question, he couldn’t answer right away, largely because of a thud and crash. Off somewhere a baby dinosaur of some a long necked variety casually rained down from the sky. The cloudy grey eyes which were loosely contained in the rotten carcass’ eyes shifted to said dinosaur for a incredibly brief moment before going back to give Nei a sort of pedantic gaze. He tried to open his mouth a second time, only for….

"DORYAAAAAAAAA!!!"

“I... heard a lot of cries, really.” He casually responded. The man’s eyes twitched. Loud noises were on the list of things that were bad for Mr. Cadaver’s headaches, of course they weren’t as bad as stress. Cosmo was getting really stressed over the fact that this noise was going to persist. He knew that he was going to have to take proactive stance, which involved walking and not much standing. He left Nei in the dust, but probably not for long, because she probably had a bone to pick or bigger fish to fry in the direction the corpse wanted to shamble. He made his marry way, hopping across the stream and and poking his way through some brush.

“My head is killing me...” The cadaverous corpse complained, whilst sticking his head, axe first through the bushes. His eyes squinted a bit as if adjusting from a sudden brightness. He now got a better look at the particularly garish, neon beast that seemed to be the source of all commotion, as well as the mutant dinosaur it seemed engaging in combat. Rubbing his temple Cosmo tried to regain focus, “Could you quiet it down a bit, the both of you? This is probably important, but I can really do without the noise, especially since I haven’t had my coffee yet.”
Leens & Khepri by Neon


Andrei Myshkin • Holy Paladin • Thief/Entertainer • Underdogs • Rank: Ensign • SD Earned: 285 • Beli: Some number • Location: Khepri

Xanthippe • Sheepherder • Weapon Specialist/Chef • Odd Jobs • Threat: 0 • SD Earned: 40 • Beli: 500,000 • Location: Silent Hill

Percival Aloysius Periwinkle • Legitmiate Businessman • Merchant/Marksman • No Crew • Bounty: 130,000,000,000 Extol • SD Earned: 148 • Beli: 21,000,000 • L: Alabasta

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As the raptor closed in on Tessa's neck, its rear legs curled upwards, talons pointing outwards. It would chomp onto the girl's neck and slice her stomach open in one attack! Thankfully, for Tessa, a powerful smack to the side of its skull prevented such an ugly fate, though as the raptor was sent spinning back into the brush, one of its talons caught on her pretty cashmere sweater and tore a slit across its stomach. A bright red line would form on Tessa's skin as well; the beast managed to at least give her a scratch before it had been struck. Though it would only sting and didn't even draw blood, it perhaps served as a reminder as to how close the raptor had been to inflicting a much more serious wound. It knew how to kill, it was good at it, and had leapt at Tessa with the full intent of doing so -- if that wasn't already obvious enough.

Meanwhile, Pinkie was scrambling to locate the fallen den den mushi. He had begun his search with the jungle floor, frantically hopping around, beady eyes darting every which way. He lifted a branch in a bush out of the way, wondering if the den den had fallen in the middle, when suddenly the raptor fell on top of him. It was as if flying dinosaurs had become a theme all of a sudden. It would have almost been a comedic scene, except the sheer heat from the raptors glowing inside was making him squawk in horrible pain as his skin was burned, his feathers charring up and hardly protecting him from the heat. Luckily for the secrecy of his mission, the squawks were well muffled underneath the raptor's body.

Had Tessa actually killed the raptor with that blow, Pinkie may very well have died then, or at the very least, would have had to do something to compromise their top secret project. But before he could do either of those things, the raptor rose to its feet and turned, howling at Tessa> Meanwhile Pinkie hurriedly crawled to safety, a faint smell of fried chicken wafting through the air.

The raptor still looked angry, maybe even angrier than before and probably even more frightening now as part of its skull had been caved in, and the eye on the side Tessa had attacked him on seemed to be functioning not so well as before. Its own blood was drooling out of its mouth now, which was lacking a few teeth. It looked like something that should be put out of its misery, sort of like Cosmo.

Speaking of Cosmo, the raptor suddenly noticed the zombie man out of the corner of its one remaining eye, and shifted focus to him. There must have been just enough flesh on Cosmo's body for it to confuse the man for a living being, for with another screech it leapt for Cosmo's head, all four feet and their accompanying talons poised to tear what was left of his face off.
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Nei's conversation with the walking dead was cut short by a nearby crash, causing her to pause and glance in its general direction. The mangled corpse of a runt of a dinosaur, likely just a baby, lied in a bush near her original campsite. She glanced at Cosmo, who seemed to be about to say something when another beastly noise was heard in the distance. After making a remark, the stranger darted off in the direction of the battle cry while Nei stuck around to investigate the flying dinosaur corpse. As she approached the body, she was pretty certain that it was dead–well, she was pretty certain the green-skinned man from before was dead too, and he stomped out her campfire.

shrug

"I'm pretty sure you didn't just fall." Nei glanced up, as if to make sure there wasn't some sort of inconspicuous cliff that the baby dinosaur could have fallen off of. She knelt down next to the body and with a heave, turned it over in order to further inspect it.

"Oh?" Nei tilted her head as she spotted a den den mushi, soaked in the blood of the flying corpseasaurus. She grabbed it and stashed it away in her leather satchel–she could investigate it later. After further inspection it was pretty clear to her that the dinosaur had been ripped apart by some sort of predator. She rose to her feet and turned on her heels, then started a brisk jog in the direction the light-blue haired man had headed in. The young cyborg would never admit it, but she was pleased to see another face, albeit a rotting one with an axe lodged in its skull. Having spent the last few weeks on Little Garden alone in order to study the local fauna, she had become somewhat lonesome. Small mammals made decent company, sometimes, when she wasn't shooting them with arrows and cooking them over a fire.

Nei snapped out of her thoughts as she approached the bank of the stream, just in time to see axe-head disappearing through the bushes on the other side. With a thought, she triggered a mechanism causing a large pair of white cybernetic wings to unfold from her back. She kicked off of the edge of the bank with a flap of her wings and took to the sky, hovering fifteen feet off the ground as she approached the other side of the stream. She crossed the threshold of the brush and into a clearing of sorts, where she saw an amazon of a woman wielding a hammer. Shortly after she arrived, an unnatural looking raptor emerged from the bushes, a large crater in the side of its head and blood dripping from its mouth.

After the raptor howled loudly at the hammer-wielding woman, Cosmo chimed in with a plea for some peace and quiet. Though, it seemed he only ended up taunting the beast, which promptly leaped in his direction to attack.

"No." Nei nocked an arrow on her bow the moment the raptor began to move, and a mechanism in her arm kicked into life. The markswoman launched twelve shots at the beast, aiming primarily for it's eyes and neck. Hopefully she would fell the creature, or at least further injure it before it could make axe-head even more dead. She landed herself on a nearby branch and nocked two more arrows on her bow, just in case the monster continued its rampage.

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Relentless Salvo
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Type: Offense
Range: Long
Stats: --
Description: Utilizing the quick-firing mechanism built in to her arms, Nei fires a volley of up to 12 arrows in rapid succession. This technique can be used twice before Nei is required to manually reload her arms. (Adv. Bow Mastery)
Edited by ThtGyNmdFsh, Mar 5 2014, 08:06 PM.
Nei -- Inventor, Doctor, Marksman, Navigator -- Threat: 0
SD Earned: 110 Beli: 10,100,000 Location: Grand Line
Strength: 30 Speed: 30 Stamina: 27 Accuracy: 50 Fortune: 37 Focus: 65

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Well, for a second, just a second it seemed like his request for some peace was going to be met. With one nasty bit of head trauma, the raptor was sent into the bushes. Cosmo shrugged, “Alright, that works.” He dryly remarked, with a tone that had maybe a shred or two of legitimate gratitude. A smack like that should’ve killed the raptor, by damn near all accounts, even if the raptor was glowing.

Of course it didn’t; it arose once more, and through the one eye it had, it gave Cosmo a look of lusty gluttony. The rotten bag of rotten meat and cracked bones had been in many situations, many of which were outlandish, but this was a first. Cosmo fought back the need to look behind him to see if there was another target that the raptor was likely targeting in his stead, but didn’t because he felt like it was more important to parrot that one quote from John Carpenter's 1982 sci-fi horror classic John Carpenter's The Thing, “You gotta be fuckin’ kidding.”

The ‘you’ in this situation didn’t appear to be kidding; it was quite serious, or perhaps Cosmo just didn’t understand the sense of humor of dinosaurs. Farce or not, a raptor was bolting at him with the intent of causing him what was most likely grievous harm. As much as the green prick’s blood didn’t like staying in his body, Cosmo very much preferred preferred blood (even blood he stole from someone else) was inside of him, and he felt like he was the one in charge.

He would’ve thought quickly, but he didn’t have the time to do that. All he had to act on was impulse, which he would've thought about if he had the time. Cosmo found himself leaning back with the dinosaur as he charged. With what little time he had to think, he thought he could do something with this little lean of his. He shifted all his weight into his head, arching his spine into a painful sounding crack. With torque or some kind of physics term, he swung his right leg up with a force that swept him off of his feet and sent him flipping. If his timing was right, he would've gotten the raptor in underjaw before its teeth had a chance to rend all the flesh off of his body.

Luckily for Cosmo, he didn’t see that that Nei was preparing to unload a payload of deadly skewering arrows in his general direction, otherwise he would've been upset over the fact that he didn't have time to think of a plan. He heard the utterance of “no”, but “no” could’ve meant a lot of things. Whilst he was busy getting charged at by a raptor, maybe the feathery woman took a moment to disagree with some unheard comment made by hammer lady. Cosmo sweated a bit, since he formed the conversation clearly in his head…

“HEY. IF YOU HAD A BOW AND ARROW, WOULD YOU HAVE CONFIDENCE IN YOUR ABILITY TO FIRE IT IN THE HEAT OF COMBAT?”

“No.”

As worried as Cosmo was, said worry took a back seat to the sudden craving for a fried chicken breast.

Attack made in Vain
Latte Lite (4)
Type:Offensive
Range:Melee
Stats:N/A
Description: A fairly standard bicycle kick, Cosmo leans backwards as he lifts a leg up in an upward kick, usually aimed at the opponent’s chin. The momentum of this strike often leads into Cosmo doing a backflip, which may or may not be a good thing.
Leens & Khepri by Neon


Andrei Myshkin • Holy Paladin • Thief/Entertainer • Underdogs • Rank: Ensign • SD Earned: 285 • Beli: Some number • Location: Khepri

Xanthippe • Sheepherder • Weapon Specialist/Chef • Odd Jobs • Threat: 0 • SD Earned: 40 • Beli: 500,000 • Location: Silent Hill

Percival Aloysius Periwinkle • Legitmiate Businessman • Merchant/Marksman • No Crew • Bounty: 130,000,000,000 Extol • SD Earned: 148 • Beli: 21,000,000 • L: Alabasta

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Tessa's blood was pumping, and a grin split her face as she watched the raptor fly into the trees. Part relieved her strategy had paid off and part excited about how far it flew, she excitedly yelled in the direction it had flown.

"Ha! Take that you overgrown lizard!"
She was entirely confident that she had defeated it in that strike. After all, only a few things had ever taken a direct hit from her and remained standing. Tessa took a moment to inspect where the claw had caught her sweater; it was only stinging a bit, so she glossed over the scratch entirely. The main issue was that the bastard had neatly sliced open her favorite (and only) sweater.

Imagine her surprise as the pulsating prehistoric monster emerged from the shrubbery, even angrier than before. A brief look-over revealed the crater in its skull, causing her smile to twist wryly. Even if it acted like it hadn't taken any real damage, it was rather obvious that any more damage would likely put it out of commission.

"Tch!"
She gripped her hammer tightly once again, prepared for the raptor to charge again. Her expression muddled as it charged off to the side instead. As she turned, she noticed that a rather green fellow was the raptor's new target. The fellow looked rather weak, so Tessa made to intercept the raptor before it reached the weak-looking, axe-headed, green-skinned fellow.

"No."
She was stopped in her tracks before she could even move, as she spotted what seemed to be some sort of tribal angel flying some distance from the ground. With bow drawn and arrow(s) knocked, it was clear Tessa wasn't quick enough to engage the raptor again. Even if she was, she risked becoming a pincushion.

"Well, the arrows will probably hit it before I get there anyway."
With that logic in mind, she resumed her charge. The raptor had already sustained what Tessa thought to be a mortal wound once. There wasn't any harm in going a little overkill on this brute. Especially one that ruined her sweater.
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If this dinosaur could talk, or was capable of any other form of expression besides indiscriminate violence, no doubt it would have wanted to communicate something along the lines of, 'Nice three v. one, assholes'. In fact, if any one of his three assailants looked closely, it would appear that the raptor had rolled its one good eye in annoyance at this turn of events.

Despite the three heroes having never met before, and not to mention never having fought a raptor before either, the series of attacks somehow appeared masterfully choreographed. First, the raptor's jaw was knocked up into the air by Cosmo's kick, exposing its vulnerable underside to Nei's unrelenting volley of arrows. The beast squealed in pain as its skin was pierced by the arrowheads, and hot, steaming blood leaked from its wounds. And before it even had a chance to apologize for being so rude and perhaps making friends with the trio, Tessa finished what she had started and felled the beast with her hammer, its skull cracking wide open. It let out another pained, choking screech as it collapsed to the ground, blood oozing down its destroyed face. It had been the last female of its kind -- the rare, glowing raptor. Once prized as the most beautiful of all dinosaurs, recent human interference with its natural habitat had driven it mad and overly protective of its territory. Now, before the species ever had a chance to repopulate, Cosmo, Nei and Tessa had blown out the candle of this once amazing creature.

Actually, it wasn't a glowing raptor. Well, it was, but it wasn't naturally glowing. Glowing raptors probably don't even exist. And if they did, they probably don't do what this raptor was doing right now as it laid dead on the Earth. The red glow at its core seemed to intensify and beat faster, the color slowly shifting from red to white as it became hotter and hotter. The smell or dino in the oven filled the air as the heat roasted the raptors insides. But surely this was not just an extremely convenient raptor that cooked itself upon death, as wonderful an invention as that might be. Indeed, eventually the raptor stopped cooking itself and, with no other warning than the beating, white hot glow, exploded.

The explosion was hot, as if one had just stuck their face into a fire, though not hot enough to literally burn. Anyone who had been close to the dinosaur when it exploded would have been roughly tossed back a few feet unless they had very good footing, or maybe if they had been holding onto something solid. Trees shook all around as the force of the explosion passed over them, but all in all it wasn't a very lethal explosion. The worst part about it was the bloody, sticky, red and pink raptor shrapnel that scattered every which way, spreading out in a ten-foot radius along the ground or brush, and naturally landing in the heroes' hair or clothes, or on their face or up their nose. It was quite hot as well, but unless one just left it on their face like an idiot would it actually cause any lasting harm. The pleasant smell of fried chicken would be replaced by the stench of hot dino guts within seconds.
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Tessa's exhilaration for having defeated the despised glowing raptor was quite something. She twirled Graham about expertly before planting his haft into the ground, striking a victory pose. Her show of excitement was short lived. Only laying a few feet from her, the raptor seemed to be glowing more and more intensely as the seconds passed. She could feel the heat radiating from the thing pushing the humidity in the air away like a furnace. Feeling rather uncomfortable, Tessa quickly backed away.

Just as she was nearing the treeline some fifteen feet away from the raptor, the thing exploded, sending a concussive wave that sent the few remaining birds scattering. With somewhat of a delayed reaction, Tessa covered her face with her arms. Thankfully, for both Tessa and her clothes, the majority of the carcass remained in a smaller area. Not thankfully, a good portion of blood spray and lighter chunks of flesh still flew yet farther, hitting Tessa's arms and clothes with a spattering of hot blood. The explosion had caused some mild ringing in Tessa's ears as well.

"Blech!"
Spoken as a word of disgust rather than as a noise, Tessa shook her arms animatedly to rid herself of excess blood. Her hand dove into her bodice and pulled out a white handkerchief. Using it, she wiped what blood she could from her hair and skin. Looking at the bloodstained handkerchief, she knitted her brows. Hesitantly, she thought about whether or not she should keep it. Likely, keeping a bloodstained handkerchief would lead to more problems than it would solve, so she negligently tossed the thing into the trees behind her.

Her attention turned to the two that had assisted her in taking down the beast; The one with the bow had likely been untouched by the explosion, probably. The other fellow had most likely backed away like Tessa, if he had any sense of danger. A moment later the pumping of blood had finally died down, and Tessa's sense of smell became wholly focused on the awful stench that now permeated the clearing.

"You guys had better get away from here. I'll bet this stench is gonna attract some more nasty creatures. Oh, and it just smells awful."
She had enough experience with the island to know that she should get as far away from this mess as she could. Whether or not the other two knew this, or wanted to, was up to them. The ringing in her ears was beginning to subside, but it didn't occur to her that they might not have heard her. Regardless, she arbitrarily chose a direction (where the tribal angel flew from) and started a hastily walking with Graham slung over her shoulder.
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The poor (as a statement of misfortune, and poverty) mook had a deep, painful ringing in his ears in the seconds following, and the seconds preceding the explosion that just so happened to be rather close to his face. His height didn’t leave much in the way of distance between his leg, and his head. Of course, the loudness that came with the sudden and unforeseen blasty (for lack of a more appropriate onomonopia) noise wasn’t the only source of ear ringing, the youthful corpse also struck his head once more once he was knocked up and then down to the hard packed dinosaur mud.

It didn’t exactly need to be said that his head was still hurting, because it was, and it was rather clear to him. Not only did he suffer blunt force trauma from the explosion twice over, but he also had to put up with the high-pitch ringing of stemming from two sources. He would’ve groaned, but he wasn’t sure if he already did. The ringing in the ears was rather deafening in less literal sense; he was fully able to hear, but the only thing he could hear was the ringing, which seemed to be getting louder and louder the more it got on his nerves.

His arms wobbled a bit as he tried to get into a proper standing stance. Once he managed to actually get to his wobbling feet, he wiped his face of the burning dinosaur goop with a rather angry swipe. He was sure that he said , “That figures.” in a respectably low tone that didn’t disturb the vast jungle filled with monsters more than willing tear him limb from limb and then leave his unsavory limbs in a pile as they opted to eat the pink-haired woman instead, but in actuality he said nothing. He just gave the pink-haired woman a butcher’s glance.

The dinosaur bomb seemed to knock out Cosmo’s recent memory. Everything that was supposed to have gone done in the past few seconds felt like it had happened a long time ago. So while he may have been picturing dinosaurs eating the eating the poor woman, he wasn’t actually sure who this woman was, or what her motives were or if he would be in some way inconvenienced if she had been eaten alive. He would’ve asked, but he dabbed the bit of blood flowing from his ear, and thought it would be for naught anyway, given the list of factors shown in the previous paragraphs.

Still, the pink-haired woman seemed to be saying something, and Cosmo’s hearing seemed to be returning, albeit a bit slowly, and in bits and pieces really.

“I’ll… attract… some more nasty creatures… Oh…”

Which, of course, Cosmo took offense to. He may not have been human, and he may’ve been an undead abomination worthy of being put back into the grave once and for all, but he was still a person and he detested the idea of being called a creature. He had some choice words for pink-haired hammerlady, but he hadn’t thought of them yet, and plus she was leaving. The rotten creep could’ve considered that a victory, but that left him all alone, with a pile of dinosaur goop and the threat of a nasty creature c--”Oh!” He shouted before making chase after the Amy the Hedgehog.
Leens & Khepri by Neon


Andrei Myshkin • Holy Paladin • Thief/Entertainer • Underdogs • Rank: Ensign • SD Earned: 285 • Beli: Some number • Location: Khepri

Xanthippe • Sheepherder • Weapon Specialist/Chef • Odd Jobs • Threat: 0 • SD Earned: 40 • Beli: 500,000 • Location: Silent Hill

Percival Aloysius Periwinkle • Legitmiate Businessman • Merchant/Marksman • No Crew • Bounty: 130,000,000,000 Extol • SD Earned: 148 • Beli: 21,000,000 • L: Alabasta

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