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The Book that is Hyakuji's Story has come to a close. However, there are still plenty of stories left to be told in the madcap Anime Universe it inhabits. As one book closes, so too does another open. Presented by veteran Hyakuji Staff Members, check out the next generation EVOLUTION of "Anything-Goes" Anime Roleplaying at Senki Academy
The Book that is Hyakuji's Story has come to a close. However, there are still plenty of stories left to be told in the madcap Anime Universe it inhabits. As one book closes, so too does another open. Presented by veteran Hyakuji Staff Members, check out the next generation EVOLUTION of "Anything-Goes" Anime Roleplaying at Senki Academy
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| WDA ENDGAME: [Z]enith; WDA Final Case: The Case of the Bye Bye Building Blues~ | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Jan 11 2011, 09:06 AM (926 Views) | |
| Cypriss | Jan 11 2011, 09:06 AM Post #1 |
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[Closed to Chetri, Seth, Crow, Aki, Fuu, Jen, Me and ?!?!?!?!?! Also it should be assumed everyone has a passing familiarity with firearm discharge, except fuu, from training with Chetri.. I don't trust Fuu with a gun.] "I still can't believe you went behind my back and told them.." Jameson said with a frown as he leaned back against the wall. "You've changed." Oliver glanced down and exhaled. "Yeah, I know." He said folding his arms across his chest. "I wonder whose fault that is.." He said before smirking and glancing to the detective. "i'm glad he did did it." Beaumont said standing in the doorway. "Brother!" Jameson explained. "But.. I thought..." Hwe turned. "You didn't!" He said to Oliver. "We need his technical skills... I'm sorry but he's involved in this by his own choice." "So it's finally time for the big raid." Beaumont said setting down his bags and hugging his brother. "I know you're scared for us but we're not going to let you rush in on your own. We lost you once. Not again. Never again." Oliver smiled broadly. "We can do this.. for once i actually believe it. I was one of them and now I'm one of us. I know both groups. And I know we're good." Jameson brooded in silent contemplation. His eyes narrowed as he glowered. This all seemed so far beyond what it had started as. Things were going to end today. And he just couldn't shake the bad feeling he had when that thought truly dawned on him. Everyone important to him was here gathered into this near suicidal mission. That scared the crap out of him. |
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| Katyusha | Jan 11 2011, 10:12 AM Post #2 |
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少し, 頭冷やそうか...
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"Everything is ready." Chetri added, coming from another room. She was dressed, head to toe in an all black outfit similar to the one she'd worn during Christmas. Mostly form fitting cargo pants, combat boots, a black turtleneck with detachable sleeves, shooting gloves, and plenty of pockets for carrying things like spare ammunition. A large carrying case was slung across her shoulder, and a large duffel bag was on her hand. It seemed abit theatrical, but she had to wear something, and black clothing generally made more sense than white. Se she walked up to the table, and set the bag on the empty spot. |
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| Fin | Jan 11 2011, 11:05 AM Post #3 |
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One does not simply eat one packet of mee goreng
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A knock on the door. Even in this critical situation he still felt the need to be courteous. But then again, if he simply barged in there, he could earn a few well placed shot to his brain by Chetri. So knocking first is quite sensible. He had his hand on the doorknob for a while, pausing slightly after knocking. This is it. The moment he passes through this doorway, he's in everything. Twisting the doorknob somehow felt like a grueling task. For some reason he felt reluctant. But this is ridiculous. He volunteered himself for this, so why should he be reluctant? He's not scared of dying, he's been through it hundreds of times before. The premature assault of V on his body that pretty much left him in near-death state for three days, nearly getting himself killed by dark creatures that thrives in shadows, plus ice demon, eh... what else? Lost count. That being said, if he's not scared of death, then why should he hesitate like this? Trying to shake away any truth that might render him incapable of doing what he's supposed to be doing, he turned the doorknob, pushing the door, greeting himself with the scene inside the building. There's Jameson, and Oliver, to be expected, Chetri in some sort of a combat gear gotten from who knows where, and surprisingly enough, even Beaumont was there too. "Eh... Monty? I thought you're..." |
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| Crow Hiroshima | Jan 12 2011, 03:38 AM Post #4 |
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Its bedtime! Bed=Ethnic Time=Cleansing
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So it was finally time to dive into the fire? But for Oliver? Was he worth it? He always seemed to hate everyone Jameson brought into the WDA, was it worth spilling your own blood for someone who didn't consider you family?..... Yea he was family now, no matter how much Crow wanted to deny it, Oliver was like a brother now, and he would be protected at all cost. The red haired pyromancer pulled up in front of the WDA office on his Honda EVO. He sighed as he got off the bike, adjusting his head band. " Well it would seem as if Jameson hasn't made the place festive. I was expecting a giant banner that said ' Welcome to your death's' gah! boss you have no class!" Crow said to himself as he made his way to the door, and into the building. " Yo boss I'm here!" Crow yelled as he made his way into the room, seeing a few already there. His eyes locked in on Beaumont. Blinking in surprise a small smile came across his face. " Well look at all the brother bonding here. Are we going to stand in a circle and hug?" He stated while smiling. In truth he kinda missed Jameson, and not seeing the guy in awhile was kinda sad. " So Beaumont is home? Good to see you in good health!" |
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| Lawman | Jan 13 2011, 12:04 PM Post #5 |
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Chosen of Ares
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"Jen and Fuu-chan reporting in!" Jen and her countryside friend entered the WDA office shortly after Crow. The lilac-haired girl was dressed in a M81 woodland camouflage field jacket, along with a pair of drab olive cargo pants. A field pack was slung over her shoulder, which contained various odds and ends that Jen had brought along for this mission. "Superpowered ex-military operatives... this probably means that in addition to powers they have guns and know how to use them..." Jen mused; not a nice combination at all. "I'll have you know, I've used firearms before." Fuu turn to her friend with closed eyes, because that's how smug people talked. "I was a cowboy in one of my past lives, ya know." ~*~ The two school-girls were one of the last to make their appearance here tonight. There was little time for preparation, but they felt they need to fit whatever they could in their last minutes, so much that they actually didn't appear all that prepared at all! One of them was even wearing a school uniform. That either went to show the WDA-team that after they bust in and get the message through to the Johnson Seven-Eleven (whatever,) Fuu and Jen have got to make a start on their final-term trigonometry assignment... ...or that one of them worked in at a strip-joint with a loli-complex, you decide. "We've got a bunch of ex-military loonies to stop, and on top of that a maths paper... such is life," Jen commented - not that a mere maths paper would be a problem to her, but she was worried how well-prepared Fuu was for both the maths test, and the upcoming mission. "Well look at all the brother bonding here. Are we going to stand in a circle and hug?" Crow chimed in. "Eheh~! Did someone say 'huuuuug!?'" Fuu said excitedly, sweeping Jen's waist with her arm with a bright smile, sending the two girls barreling towards the nearest person. "Fuu-chan, I don't think Crow was-" Jen tried to tell Fuu that Crow was merely making a snide remark, but Fuu acted faster than she could speak, tackling Jen by the waist and causing them both to tumble forward and into the nearest person! Edited by Lawman, Jan 13 2011, 12:05 PM.
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| Dominique | Jan 15 2011, 02:44 AM Post #6 |
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IZUNAAAA DROP!
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In the corner of the room, a certain gussied up member of the WDA sat, silently adjusting her tie as she prepared for war. It the was first time since that night that Aki had donned her gangster mantle and part of her kind of missed the sense of dignity already. It hadn't been that long ago, but she'd already noticed that the lingo was starting to leave her normal speech. Tonight, however, was special. Tonight could be her last night on Earth, but somehow she couldn't help but feel a grim sense of doubt about the likelihood of her own death. There's no way that would ever let her die, least of all over something like this. It was nice to feel so confident in her abilities, but it still put her ill-at-ease to imagine it thinking about her at all. Regardless, today was far too special to let anything distract her. Not her relationships, not dark forces, none of the things that so often plagued her otherwise collected disposition. Adjusting her cuffs, Aki looked around the room with her leg swung over her knee in a fabulous 1954 Brioni Roman navy-colored chalk stripe three-piece suit and 1960 brown Berluti leather court shoes. Body armor be damned, it was good to be bullet proof. While wearing the most expensive anything you own might not seem like the most intelligent thing to take to a gunfight (and it had been a long and difficult decision to make) Aki had eventually realized that if they died here, the wasn't likely to be any kind of burial. In which case it felt best to her to wear something you wouldn't mind dying in. "I don't wanna sound crass, but even I'm pretty damn confident about this bunch'a mooks. And from where I'm sittin' we look like an army of cripples and school-children. No offense, Monts." For the sake of sounding like less of an ass, Aki left out the part about being 'cripples, school-children and a hard-nosed mobster who will probably be the only one to survive'. It was fun to joke, but in the end Aki had a purpose here and while selfless in it's own way, she wasn't here for Jameson. Though she'd never say it out loud, protecting the kid was the only thing keeping her here and she had a hard time keeping her mouth shut about it. Guilt does strange things to a person's sensabilities, but hopefully the detective didn't pick up on any of her reluctance. Morale would be key here since it wasn't likely that most of the other kids had seen a real life-or-death scrap like this. It'd be better if they didn't realize that most guys who did came out looking like Monty or the detective over there. Aki needed to stay focused and confident for their sake. "S'only a matter of time before we send em' runnin' like a bunch'a Ethel's in a stuck-out gin mill." Aki removed a striped Navy Fedora from the table next to her sat in neatly on her head. With a flourish she stripped a cigarette from her pocket and struck her lighter at the same time. She stood up from her chair and smiled widely, limp cigarette sticking out from between her teeth. "Bushwa bulls won't know what hit em'." |
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| Cypriss | Jan 15 2011, 04:02 AM Post #7 |
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Jameson grinned broadly towards the group. "Aki Aki, so much lingo. It's hard to keep up.." He said sheepishly. Suddenly be blinked before grinding his knuckle into her head. "Ehh?! What was that about cripples?! You think you're so good because you're not crippled?!" He dropped to do stretches. "Let's race!" Oliver kicked him in the face. "NOW ISN'T THE TIME FOR THAT!" Meanwhile Beaumont walked weakly to his chair and sat with a huff. Just a few steps were exhausting but slowly his strength was returning. Maybe in time he'd regain the ability to walk around normally for small periods of time. But for now just a dramatic entrance was all he could pull off. "No offense taken Aki.." He said with a wince. "If it helps I'm no going into combat. I'm going to direct you via comsat link.." He reached for a box on the table and passed it around. "Earpieces should something happen but for the most part I'll be playing Psychic relay and sending anything you need to say to each other telepathically." He then reached for a box. "For you Jameson.." Jameson opened it and took out the three objects within. "Eh? Batshot, SpiderShock, and StagPhone? I already have these..?" He said confused. "Right. These are my imitation series copies. They function very similarly to the original minus the ability to link up with the SkullMagnum.." He said with a broad smile, clearly proud of his work. "Uwaaahh... They're just like the originals. Just like MechaBatShot 2.0 you made for Seth only even closer to the originals.." "As you all know BatShot is a camera that can turn into a bat. It can wirelessly record video and stream it to any stag phone. It can also fly around, follow enemies, and be remotely controlled. Using this you can record videos of anything you see to anyone with a stag phone. Seth already has one so this means me, Seth, and..." He handed it to Fuu. "Fuu, whom has used one before gets this one." "Next up is the SpiderShock. It is a watch with a grappling hook, tracking device, and a tazer built into it. It can also turn into a spider and through this it can be used to stall an enemy pursuing you with an electric blast!" He handed this one to Aki. "And finally is StagPhone. It is a phone that can sense the beacon from a SpiderShock, it can also receive video from the BatShot and it can record video of it's own. It understands basic commands and can turn into a beetle in a.. PINCH!" "ugh." Oliver groaned. He handed this one to Crow. "Ossu. One last thing.." He took out the Ixa knuckle and belt and handed it over to Jen. Whom was his resident Ixa recipient. "Just in case~" He said with a smirk. "Now.. The enemies base has them holed up in an off shore submarine. They're almost untouchable there. However when they come to retrieve Oliver they will have to surface. This means we have to show up for that meeting and surrender Oliver just like they want..Which is why we've installed a security measure that will prevent them from having the option of killing him until he is back at their base.." "A series of locks on his Dreamweaver. We're fairly certain from what i gained from one of their operatives memories that this is what they are truly after. As such they will be forced to keep him alive and lucid until they have the codes." "I put a delay on the decryption of the data so that it will take an hour to decode." Monty said folding his arms across his chest. "This gives us one hour to rescue him.." "Getting near the enemy is a problem. Which is why I've had some friends from out of town develop this beauty.." He walked over to the garage and pressed the door, revealing.. Well.. something awesome. ![]() "I contributed to the designs but it was mostly designed by the same technical genius whom developed the stuff inside it.. It's heavily armored and works in any terrain, albeit a bit cumbersome. It will work to get us close without being killed by sniper fire or machine guns.." "So.. The plan is you all just hop in that thing and hope for the best against enemies with like.. torpedos? That seems like a suicide gambit." Oliver said with a frown. "Torpedos won't be an issue against a ship this size, so it might work out unexpectedly well. However Chetri is going to have to take out the screws on it which means getting in under a kilometer. She'll be using the Skullgary as a sniping platform. Once the screws are disabled Fuu and Jen will move in first using Amourette and scuba gear to reach it ahead of the others. There they'll take care of any threat to the Skullgary" "Myself, Aki, Seth, and Crow will ride the Skullgarry in to support... I'll use the Splashboilder to protect it from any sort of enemy attacks on the water. Once we get there we'll establish how the advance team is, whether they can continue or not. From there we'll take on three tasks. 1: Recovering Oliver, 2: Taking out Johnson and 3: Scuttling the ship. Ideally it'll be Chetri and Jen scuttling the vessel. Me and Jen taking on johnson and Crow and Fuu recovering Oliver but that will depend on the circumstance..." "Saving Oliver is.. Prirority 2 though.." Jameson said looking down with a glare. "...Agreed." Oliver said standing. "Because there's something going on on this ship which makes everything we're doing pointless if we leave the ship intact." "We're pretty sure.. They're cloning people and implanting their memories with a device constructed based on Oliver's Dreamweaver.." Beaumont said glaring at his computer moniter. "Based on what we can determine.. This could make them effectively immortal so long as that ship is intact.." "This is the basic plan." Edited by Cypriss, Jan 15 2011, 10:38 AM.
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| Dominique | Jan 15 2011, 04:41 AM Post #8 |
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IZUNAAAA DROP!
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Aki just closed her eyes and pouted angrily as the detective's hand drilled angrily into her perfectly straightened hair. Hours of straightening gone to pot! "Y'little weasel, I should make you fix em' if I wasn't so sure you'd screw it up!" She finally murmured angrily through her teeth. Her hands frantically attempted to flatten it, but the stubborn locks refused, curling more it seemed just to spite her. Sighing she ruffled her hair violently, setting free a cascade of black curls across her head. It was times like this she couldn't help but hate her sister. Perfectly straight, dignified hair from the moment she woke up until sundown. All Aki had was a wavy unmanageable mess...and the detective. "You race me anytime you want, I'll kill ya. At the very least you'd get a great view of my perfectly sculpted ass when I leave you in the dust." Aki said, nudging him playfully in the ribs with a wink. Oliver quickly pulled them back to business and the gangster folded her arms in mock irritation, sticking her tongue out at his face. As Monty stepped up to the plate, her hands slowly unfolded and fell to her sides as a flurry of shit she didn't understand a lick whizzed past her. Whatever it was that kid was doing, it was probably pretty impressive. Fancy ear headphones, flying cameras, tiny phones and some kind spidery looking robot thing. Also something about constats? What the hell were those? The detective and Monty himself both looked awfully impressed with the whole thing anyhow so she smiled quietly in acceptance. Freakin' technology, she'd never understand it. It was just a consequence of birth she supposed. Aki was surprised as he handed her the spider looking thing and she eyed with a mixture of confusion and disappointment. Not that she wasn't appreciative of the thing, but figuring out how to use it would be an endeavor and even she did, did she really need it? It kinda clashed with the suit. She regretted no wearing her spider brooch. "Thanks,, I guess...if my date tries to do anything fresh I'll be sure to use it on him, ma'." She smiled thankfully and slipped it into her breast pocket. Now, if Aki had known for a second they'd be going into a submarine, she probably wouldn't have worn something like this. Bullet holes and burns were all well and good, but strangely less appealing to patch than rust stains and fish stench. Still, it was harder to run away in a cramped, metal corridor under the ocean than in some military warehouse. The plan seemed pretty well thought out and Aki was equally amazed at the resources the detective had never told them about as she was about the short time they'd had to pull it all together. If she'd had a year Aki wouldn't have come up with a much. Of course, one part of it had made her forehead furrow a touch. "Hey, what the hell am I supposed to do on the sub?" Aki said, slightly indignant. If anyone should be kicking some guys ass or breaking a boat it was her. She hadn't even been assigned escorting the detective's captured ass out of there. Seth actually hadn't either...had he figured her out already and decided she was a liability if Seth were in danger? He couldn't have...and eve if he had, that no excuse for cutting her out like that, she had to help. Of course she'd already told herself she was only here for him. Aki couldn't help but feel like he might actually have her more figured out than she herself did. Slick sunnuvabitch. |
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| Katyusha | Jan 15 2011, 11:04 AM Post #9 |
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少し, 頭冷やそうか...
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"There's going to be sentries on it's tower as well." Chetri pointed out "The advance team will have to kill them quickly and quietly and then storm the bridge to prevent alarms from being sounded. Otherwise, they'll simply kill the hostage regardless." She also didn't mention that the timing would be a pain in the ass. They'd have to be eliminated just as she took out the screws, or they'd sound an alarm. She could shoot them, but the rate of fire on the gepard gave her time to kill maybe 2 before they raised all hell. Do it too soon and someone would notice their loss and do it anyway. "We have to maintain surprise until we know where they will be keeping Oliver and move into a position to storm it. Doing that means quietly and efficiently killing the crew as we move around. Showing mercy of any sort would jeopardise our chances." Chetri had decided to point that out now, rather than letting them hesitate in the middle of battle. They needed to know exactly what they had to do in order to make things a success, and often, it meant a bloodbath to eliminate everything that stood in the way. It was not a time to be squeemish. |
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| Fin | Jan 16 2011, 03:22 AM Post #10 |
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One does not simply eat one packet of mee goreng
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He sat there wordlessly, listening quietly but not a single word of the plan was etched to his brain. He sat there on the sofa, fingers interlaced, leaning forward and generally staring down at his shoelaces, but in reality his mind had wandered off to the land of nowhere at the other side of the dimension. The conversation sounded more like the buzzing of hundreds of bees to him, not that he even gave a thought about the buzzing. Because he was way more concerned about what's gonna happen next. It's going to involve murder, death. Whatever they're gonna do it's not going to fare well because they'll be bringing someone who had never dirtied his hand with blood. One of them will leave the world forever. It's either them or the Johnson But he volunteered for this. He had decided to go, putting his life on the line to save Oliver. But no one said anything about him having to kill another. He should have realised this the moment he took the job. It's either kill or be killed. He woke up from his stupor by the sound of Chetri reminding them of what he dreaded of. It's just as he thought. It's kill or be killed. Now that he had returned to the land of living, he stared around the room to take in anything he missed during his daydream. ... Uh-oh. He panicked a bit after realizing that he had just missed out an entire briefing session. What he was supposed to do, where he's supposed to do whatever he's supposed to do, when he's supposed to carry out whatever he's supposed to do, he missed out everything. Raising his trembling hand with full expectation of being yelled at for not paying attention, he asked, "U-uhm... W-what was it that I'm supposed to do again...?" ...There's another thing worrying him. V did not berate him for not paying any attention to his surrounding. |
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| Crow Hiroshima | Jan 16 2011, 04:22 AM Post #11 |
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Its bedtime! Bed=Ethnic Time=Cleansing
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" Ah ok so were-" He started to speak, but was soon cut off by the two girls slamming into him. The red haired boy fell forward, hitting his head on the floor. " Ow! What the heck?!" Crow yelled as he looked up, turning back to Jen, and Fuu. " Fuu! Will you calm down!" He said as he pulled himself back to his feet. Fuu wasn't the most tactical member of the WDA, but maybe Jen could keep her out of trouble. " Ah anyway....well it would seem as if you have everything planned boss, and while I don't like the thought of leaving Olly behind, I must say that I will do what I must..." Crow stated as he looked around the room, it would seem as if they where all ready for what was to come. Everyone except Seth, Crow glanced at him watching the boy's reaction, he sighed as he turned back to Jameson. " Ok boss...seems like you got everything planned, but this requires precise timing, and I'm afraid that Cherti may be the only one in the group able to execute at that level. What if something goes wrong?....wait never mind......we all die....." He said as he looked over the Stag Phone. |
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| bambi | Jan 16 2011, 09:41 AM Post #12 |
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✍(⊙︿⊙ ; ) ….. nope.
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In addition to Seth, Fuu was also visibly disappointed. However it really had little to do with the mission they were about to put their lives on the line for. "Geez, if ya can't take on two girls I don't wanna know what you're like with two Johnson's, heh." She remarked with her hands on her hips now, tempted to kick him while he was down. As Crow went off to address their boss, Fuu turned to Jen while boob-pocketing her copy of the bat shot. She suddenly jumped slightly, putting a hand over her chest and becoming a bit rigid and blushing (hard to tell with the dark skin though...) "Hey Jen-chan, I don't feel so good, ya.." She whispered weakly, rubbing her stomach when actually complaining about her breasts. "I think... one of your claymores might have.. eheh.." But she was too scared to stick her hand in and check, even though she knew they were only rigged with harmless coins. It sort of reminded Fuu of something one of the members said earlier, and why it made more sense that some of team was showing reluctance to the plan. "Hang on... did the plan change...?" She repeated, staring at Jen who had prepared them both for a confrontation.. and perhaps a struggle.. but not quite like this. Then she gave a sudden smile that reached her pretty little eyes and interlacing her fingers that weren't even going to be touching a gun, "Wow... I never killed anyone on purpose before... How exciting, Eheh!" |
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| Lawman | Jan 16 2011, 03:05 PM Post #13 |
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Chosen of Ares
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Jen accepted the IXA knuckle and belt from Oliver, visually appraising the devices before looking up at Oliver with a grin, donning the IXA belt around her waist and adjusting it slightly for a snug fit. A technophile through and through, she'd come to appreciate the power of a Rider device since the time she got to use the IXA system during the treasure hunt. And there it is, once again in her hands. And this time, she would use it to fight for her friends. Perhaps, she figured - once all this was over, assuming she could come back from this one alive, she might want to become a full-fledged Rider herself. Or maybe, she would need to wait until she's older - after all, there's still the issue of owning a license in order to ride a bike. What would a Kamen Rider be after all, without his bike? A Kamen Runner? Jen furrowed an eyebrow when Beaumont mentioned having to disable the submarine's torpedo tubes - she'd never been a fan of cold weather, much less diving in the frigid coastal waters of Japan during winter. "Hey Jen-chan, I don't feel so good, ya.." Jen turned her attention to Fuu as the dark-skinned country lass spoke up. "I think... one of your claymores might have.. eheh.." She knew what Fuu was talking about - her home made Claymore mines, constructed from lunch boxes, a home-made explosive charge and a bunch of Abenobashi tokens. Not as deadly as a military-grade claymore, but still enough to shred any unprotected personnel. "Relax, Fuu-chan... my mines are perfectly safe until you engage their trigger mechanism," Jen reassured her friend with a smile and a pat on the shoulder - she'd tested her gadgets under the most stringent guidelines to ensure they work as intended. "We have to maintain surprise until we know where they will be keeping Oliver and move into a position to storm it. Doing that means quietly and efficiently killing the crew as we move around. Showing mercy of any sort would jeopardise our chances." The one known as Chetri chimed in. Jen nodded at the gray-haired girl's statement. Does she have a problem with killing? Sort of. But the thing is - they were former Black Ops, technically no one could press any charges against them since officially speaking these guys do not exist. Otherwise, even if they could rescue Oliver and scuttle their ship, they're going to have to deal with the FBI coming after them. And besides, they aren't from the US military in her world anyways. "Wow... I never killed anyone on purpose before... How exciting, Eheh!" Fuu chimed in. "When it comes to blowing stuff up, I'm your girl; you'll be surprised how an average supermarket gives you all the ingredients you need to make a bomb. I'm kinda worried about Fuu though - couldn't she be teamed up with me, just as Crow suggested?" Jen interjected, worried about how Fuu's lack of tactics and unfamiliarity with combat could get her and the rest of the team into trouble. |
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| Cypriss | Jan 17 2011, 08:44 AM Post #14 |
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"Killling enemies..." Jameson sighed heavily. "Well, I'm not going to do it. Not unless i absolutely have to." He said with a grin as he planted his hands in his sides. "I mean these are like... A small bare-bones submarine crew full of.. what? Scientists with guns? A few soldiers with.. gasp.. more guns? Not overly concerned about it." "Yeah that's a realistic mindset.." Oliver said idly. He could make lasers with his pointer finger. He wasn't terribly scared of a dude with a gun. "We took out like.. Twenty of those masquerade guys on that mission with Crow and Fuu and Seth and didn't kill them. And this isn't really a sneaking mission. I mean as soon as we board the ship with the Skullgarry they're gonna know we're there. We'll do as much as possible in stealth but in the end I don't think killing people left and right is the answer. Let's reserve that as a final choice." Jameson reached into his bag with a grin. "This time I BROUGHT the answer to our problems!" He brought out zip ties. "...Zip ties..?" "What? They're surprisingly effective as restraining people.!" "...bullshit." ~~~~ Moments Later ~~~~ Oliver lay on the ground hogtied with zipties. "Damn, this is surprisingly effective." He said rolling around on the floor trying to work his way out of them. "anyhow. I grouped Fuu with the others because she's a fighter. She's a big girl and we need her there helping the others where she is most useful." He said firmly as Jameson rose from his seat to the board. "Jesus they keep clicking tighter as i struggle." Oliver said, still rolling around. "Can't even get to my stupid dreamweaver.." "Okay so on this ship is mostly a research staff that defected with Johnson. Many of them are for some 'Project Free Agent'. Which we have no idea what it is. But there are six guys we have to fear... The Johnson Six." "It used to be Eight, then Jameson killed some. Mister 'last resort'." Oliver said wiggling on the floor trying to get the zip ties off his arms. "...Well it was kill or be killed. Besides, they self destructed." "..and this battle is going to be a picnic?" "Well.. We'll leave whether or not we eliminate a target at your discretion. We'll jsut do the best we can at that moment." "fair 'nuff." "ANYHOW." Jameson said. "Of the six we can confirm four of them." He motioned to the large 100 inch LCD screen. A first image came up. AGENT: Steel Wind Formerly: Zato, Hyakuji Student / Ryoto History: A long an complicated history with Johnson. He was one of Johnson's original 4 man team. Eventually he defected forcing Cypriss to leave Hyakuji and stop his betrayal. Steel Wind was defeated, blinded, and left with massive head injuries causing him to loose his memory. However he managed to get away from his pursuant before collapsing. He was recovered and tended to by an isolated couple. He went to Hyakuji due to it being in what few memories he had left. Once there Johnson pursued him and detained him. His memories eventually returned and his current motiation for working with Johnson is unknown. Powers: Razor Wind A sword he affectionately calls the Kusanagi, it is a channel for his 'wind' chakra. He uses it to create powerful cutting winds from his blade as well as to extend the blade's reach and lethality. Ascending Gust A blast of wind he uses to hop up or move forward with enhanced speed, with his heightened control of airflow he can even move at speeds bordering on superhuman. Chakra Sensing: 360 degree detection of others around him Agent: Jaws Formerly:??? History: A member of the original 4 man group of Johnson's agents. He prides himself on his impressive physical prowess and enjoys fighting enemies. He is used when tact is less necessary and forcing his way through is what's required. Recently received deep burns on the right side of his face from Crow. Powers: After consuming a material he can selectively alter a part of his body to be made of that material. Agent: Heavy Metal Formerly: Shiko History: Formerly a Hyakuji Student, this member of the Johnson Eight left with Cypriss to join the army. Fiercely loyal to his best friend Shiko was always at Cypriss' side and even went into the unforgiving world of covert operations to remain with his best friend. Powers: Complete control over any at all metallic substances. Agent: Pulse Formerly: Ryounosukes Satoshi History: A recruit that joined with Oliver, he is intelligent and opinionated. A strong willed individual that lacked many good influences. He and Johnson formed a strong bond due to his tendency to latch onto others. However at times Pulse seemed very interested in things that others found negligible. Powers: Super human speed, endurance, resiliency, and a thin barrier around his body that allows him to form a slipstream to go even faster than his body normally could handle in small bursts. His superhuman speed makes him one of the most lethal members of the team. "Those are some of our enemies.. The other two we've got no clue on.. And then there's Johnson himself." "No powers. He's got an enhanced body from a bunch of super soldier programs back in the day but they don't do much except for slightly increased endurance and a resiliency to pain. Besides that he just has great luck but no real powers. He's basically just a badass. He uses a handgun and a combat knife, and conventional weaponry. He's an ace sniper and a CQC expert. He's the leader and probably one of the more deadly but he has no real abilities. He's just that good." |
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| Fin | Jan 19 2011, 10:28 AM Post #15 |
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One does not simply eat one packet of mee goreng
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His heart lightened up a bit as Jameson expressed his dislike towards killing anyone as well. Thinking about it, there's really no need for them to really kill anyone. All they have to do is rescue Oliver, eliminate the Johnson... and... Uh. Right. ELIMINATE. That's just as good as killing. And from the looks of it, judging by whom they're going to face, it seemed impossible for them to seal victory without killing the enemy. ... "Do we really have to kill them?" |
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