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| Post #1 Oct 22 2012, 09:59 AM | KingCannon |
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This was enemy territory. But it was also their territory. The Yakuza. His territory! Souga. Too much shit had been thrown at their feet lately. Even if they'd recovered, even if it hadn't hurt them as bad as it seemed, even if it served his plans, it also made them look bad. It made them look like a target. It made them look weak. And appearance was fifty percent of the game. Souga played by the rules, but only when it suited him. Now was a time to break some rules. Make a statement. It was simple really. Stroll through contested territory. Sure other gangsters did this all the time, but they weren't the boss. The worst they would get was a scrap between rivals. Souga was a target. He could earn himself a bullet in the head if he wasn't careful. And of course, the whole point was to show he wasn't being careful. To prove to the city that he didn't care, and he wasn't afraid. They couldn't hurt him. So Souga stalked down the street, making waves wherever he went. People parted, glancing at him nervously, or darted down a side street to avoid him. Not everyone knew his face, but enough did. And those who did not were sufficiently cowed by his blood red eyes and pale grimace. He could smell blood on the air, but he was used to that. His men followed behind in silence, unconsciously mimicking his imposing demeanor. Edited by KingCannon, Oct 22 2012, 11:02 PM.
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About the only time losing is more fun than winning is when you're fighting temptation.
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| Post #11 Nov 7 2012, 08:10 AM | KingCannon |
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Souga was about to turn and call out to Ratchet when his ears perked up. He paused, listening to the sound of shoes slapping against concrete growing closer. Was Ratchet right? Were the fools really going to try and attack him? He took a step back when a red skinned man burst out of an alley and locked eyes with Souga. "Help! You gotta help!" His skin wasn't red, it was covered in something. Blood. Souga could smell it, and see patches of the man's actual skin tone underneath. But there was so much. "I, I- gh!" his eyes buldged, and Souga heard the meat cleaver driving into his flesh. Everyone probably heard it. The man sunk to his knees, and blood spilled out of his mouth. Then he fell over dead, the butcher's knife planted firmly in his spine. --- "You!" A voice called out from infront of the group. Jotaro looked up to see a pale eyed girl, on the cusp of womanhood, standing farther down the street. A large kitchen knife clutched in her hand. ![]() "You...you, you, you..." she muttered insesantly, not really looking at anyone. She seemed to be staring at the ground, head tilted. Tears were rolling down her cheeks. Jo' was fairly certain he'd never been more disturbed in his life. He silently put a hand on Aya's shoulder to hold her back. --- The girl moved with startling speed, seemingly in one place and then another. Her bare feet slapped lightly against the pavement. Souga moved to draw his gun, but stood stunned as he felt something impact with his gut. He looked down. The girl had driven the large knife into his stomache with amazing speed. She started to pull it out and he caught her across the head with a backhand. She staggered backwards, momentarily losing her grip on the knife. "Ratchet..." he muttered, moving to pull the blade free from his gut. The girl stumbled backwards over the dead body. She felt for the handle of the meat cleaver, eyes never leaving Souga. "You!" |
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| Post #12 Nov 7 2012, 11:21 AM | Mrs. K |
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Well it didn't take long for this to turn into the bloody Fleet Street with some possessed looking Demon girl hacking people off the sidewalk. The blood shed at the scene was starting to flood her mind and cloud her thoughts... urging Hitomi to join into the blood bath. Let's make more sacrificial lambs! More!! But a large part of herself was still in control, forcing her to keep her shit together. Logic would tell Hitomi that this wasn't a terrorist attack. That it didn't look like the work of any rival gang she knew of so far. That the attack was isolated to one person, by one person. And that was that. But all logic flew out the window when the bitch just up and stabbed her dad. Jotaro's hand was holding Aya back, but as this was happening, Hitomi raced forward in a white ghostly blur. Ripping off her eye-bandage with great force, a red iris so bright it was practically glowing was revealed. Although Hitomi was fighting a great urge to do so right now, she would refrain from turning into the beast and soley focus on approaching the dead body and the freaky schoolgirl... Hoping to tackle her before she could get her bitch hands around the cleaver. Or at least manage to do SOMETHING about that!! Where was Emily?! "You!" Ghostie girl's etheral howl didn't throw off the other somewhat-creepy-and-white-haired-young-lady as she closed in on her and hissed back with equally pants-shitting demon possession voice, "YOU!" Edited by Mrs. K, Nov 7 2012, 11:27 AM.
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| Post #13 Nov 7 2012, 02:17 PM | Tyrade |
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(Her writer was at work XD ) Emily had seen the girl approaching, but couldn't control how fast she fell from the rooftops in order to support them. Against any normal enemy this wouldn't have been a problem with Emily's speed, but it seemed this girl was very fast as well. Emily flew into place between Hitomi and this strange ghost girl, her sword bringing a heavy upward slash at her to push her back. Emily could take a lot of damage, so she would stay behind to fight while the others escaped. It would help make up for the fact Souga was wounded before she could respond. "You guys get out of here! I'll hold her off." Edited by Tyrade, Nov 7 2012, 03:53 PM.
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If every serial killer is someone we least expect, are we safest around those we expect will kill us? In use characters Peter (NCPD) Axel (VG) Emily-(Y) Caitlyn-(NCPD) Miranda(Triads) Michelle (N/U) Dead/ Shelved characters Tinya-adopted (N/U) Amber-deceased (S) John- had a happy ending (HT) Trinity-deceased (T)
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| Post #14 Nov 10 2012, 02:06 AM | Cowboy |
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[For those that won't read this, or find it confusing, or don't understand Alex/Ratchet's power, let me explain. As of this post, anyone near Alex [which is everyone in this thread] can no longer use their supernatural abilities. They have ceased to work.] Figures. Halfway down the block, Alexander heard the screams. Instinct took over; in a heartbeat he'd turned one-eighty and had his revolver in hand, leveled in the direction of the sound. The innocent folk nearby that saw him draw the gun... some of them ducked, some of them screamed, some of them just ran. In a city like Niwa, especially down on Haven St, you'd think they'd be desensitized to that type of thing by now; but then again, this was gang territory. How many Triads had just seen him walking nearby Souga, and the others? Would he have a target on his back now? Almost none of those thoughts crossed his mind as he sprinted towards the sounds of chaos pouring out of the streets, stopping only when he hit he intersection; holding his hand out towards the oncoming traffic and making a dash across the street, weaving between vehicles. When he reached Souga, his mind was moving too fast; his gun in his left, punching a round through the air aimed at the assailants center mass, right hand balled up as he reached the scene; Souga, his daughter, the attacker, and some sword-swinging chick all occupying the same street corner. They were all about to have a very bad day. "Everybody STOP!" Ratchet's eyes snapped shut, his fingertips pressed to the cold concrete and his mind went to another place - call it a miniature enlightenment, a 'zen', whatever you want; but he could feel the bubble pulse off from his body with a violent roll, then again, and again, each invisible wave streaming from a place beyond his consciousness, through his body, into the reality he currently permeated. The experience lasted all of four heartbeats, thundering in his ears. Null-Field Active Why was Alex suddenly so concerned about Souga? Wasn't Souga just another one of the bad guys? What if the woman who just stabbed him was a victim? What if Souga had killed her parents, and they'd just foiled her revenge? His teeth barred; he could play with his morals later. Right now he had to get Souga out of there. That was his job, after all. Leaving the sidewalk party he turned back to the street, firing his gun once in the air as a vehicle made to pass them. The tires screeched to a stop as his body stood in front of the grill; his eyes dead-pan white; removing the poor middle-aged japanese man from his vehicle and popping open the rear door, his firearm again trained on the scene. "Let's go, old man!" Edited by Cowboy, Nov 10 2012, 02:08 AM.
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| Post #15 Nov 11 2012, 11:49 AM | KingCannon |
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The even as the girl was sitting up a bloody line appeared across her face. She started to scream but was slammed backwards as the bullet impacted with her chest. She lay on her back, hand still resting on the handle of the butcher's knife. Blood pooled around her as the life drained out of her eyes. The bloody knife clattered against the pavement as Souga pulled it free and tossed it aside. He could feel his blood simmering. It wasn't as bad as the time he'd been shot in the head, but it was still building. Soon it would be at full boil. Or it would have been, anyway, if he had not felt a sudden emptiness surround him. There was an absence of whatever emotion flared to life in his head whenever he was hurt. He calmed. Souga spared a glance to check on his daughter who had embraced her demon eye. The young woman, the vampire, Emily, stood before her blocking her way. Her eyes seemed absent, to be staring at nothing. He turned towards Ratchet. "Good job..." He tried to say more only to realize that blood was spilling from his stomach. He had to focus on keeping pressure. --- Jotaro kept his hand on Aya's shoulder, using the other to usher her backwards. As he did this he attempted to cooly asses the situation, and stop himself from panicking. How would his father have dealt with a situation like this? The attacker, the young woman, lay dead on the sidewalk. "I don't think we need to go, she's done." He had to suppress a groan at that. No one should die so young. He looked up as Ratchet commandeered the vehicle and told Souga to get in. Who was this American anyway? He walks away in disgust one moment, then rushes back to save Souga Takeda of all people? Jo was so engrossed in what was happening with the Takeda that it was easy for him to miss the barely audible "tink" of the expended slug hitting the ground as it rolled off the girl's body. He did however see the flash of whiteness as she sat up though. The bullet hole was still clear in her chest, it had not been a small wound. But it was closing slowly. Had closed enough, already, to push the slug free. Her eyes stared blankly down at the moment. Jo didn't hesitate, he knew a metahuman when he saw one. He inhaled deeply, then exhaled slowly as he gestured at the young woman. Nothing happened... --- She watched as the red eyed man staggered into the backseat of the car. The man who shot her ushering him in. She felt a stinging pain on her face, and a dullness in her chest. Her breath was ragged and blood hemorrhaged from the open chest wound. Her eyes started to dart about, reading her surroundings. She tried to remember something... "You! You did this!" She wasn't even looking at the red eyed man anymore. She stared at the two young women in front of her. Tears kept streaming down her eyes, stinging her cheeks. She wrenched the cleaver free from the spine of the corpse and howled. Edited by KingCannon, Nov 11 2012, 11:50 AM.
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| Post #16 Nov 12 2012, 05:52 PM | Tyrade |
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She didn't know what had just happened, but she suddenly felt cold before feeling feverishly hot. Her heart pounded in her chest, and her nose started to bleed from the sudden blood pressure. She suddenly felt weak, her body was in great shape and she was not weak by human standards, but the sudden loss of the incredible strength she had a moment before felt like she weighed a ton now. She suddenly grew dizzy, her forehead sweating as she fell to one knee, her sword still clutched in her trembling hand. Her body felt... human. But she could still see, despite the fact her eyes had returned to the pale blue they were when she was a blind human. Her lungs burned from the sudden need of oxygen instead of just the habit of breathing. Was that girl doing this? Her left palm hit the ground as her body felt sick, weak, ready to give out. The blood running from her nose dripped on the pavement below her, the last thing she saw before passing out from temperature shock as her usually colder than normal body returned to human body heat. She needed... to protect... Souga... |
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If every serial killer is someone we least expect, are we safest around those we expect will kill us? In use characters Peter (NCPD) Axel (VG) Emily-(Y) Caitlyn-(NCPD) Miranda(Triads) Michelle (N/U) Dead/ Shelved characters Tinya-adopted (N/U) Amber-deceased (S) John- had a happy ending (HT) Trinity-deceased (T)
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