Re: [World Event] Bearing a Bear's Ways

Tue Feb 18, 2020 1:23 pm

[npc=radm]MARCH MOON[/npc]

Dust and stone showered over the underground corridors of Las Camp's Downtown Barracks. The ruckus from the blitz would have rattled most skulls scurrying in the subterranean tunnels. The collective crowing of a gaggle of invaders was cut short when a collapsing hallway buried them alive.

A single red-haired pirate heaved raspy breaths in an office thrashed worse than an adolescent slob's bedroom. His sword arm was mutated into a goop of flesh, distorted and kneaded as if it were boneless. Several similar doughs of flesh—though far larger—throbbed and squirmed amidst the debris. [npc=pirt]"An ability user?! What the hell did you do to them, bitch?!"[/npc]

A pale woman with smooth, unblemished skin and fervent pink eyes stepped into the candle-light. Her long raven hair was combed neatly behind her back and kept in place with a hairband. The bold characters of "Justice" on her coat's sleeve were discernible even in low light. After all, what use is justice if it cannot stand against darkness? Two medals announcing her exemplary service hung on her left breast - a four-pronged silver star and a bronze triangle with illegible engravings.

Honey dripped from her lips when she spoke, for her voice was sweet and silky like a practised opera singer's. But, her words carried the spice her tone lacked. [npc=radm]"I dearly hope that is a rhetorical question. Surely you don't expect me to monologue about how I turned your criminal colleagues into meatballs."[/npc] She issued immeasurable contempt and disgust towards said meatballs. [npc=radm]"If it's any relief, I intend to return you all to your original forms after the battle. Seeing these ugly monstrosities makes my skin crawl. I'd rather not look at them longer than I have to."[/npc] She paused for dramatic effect before adding, [npc=radm]"Needless to say, you'll be behind bars by then."[/npc]

A brief moment later, the marine officer exited into a crumbling passage. Bright beams leaking from cracks in the ceiling only served to dim the portions of her path untouched by light. [npc=radm]"There have to be more pirates still skulking around looking for treasure."[/npc] Greed drove pirates to insensible acts, after all. She stopped to observe silence. With her eyes shut, her mind cleared to allow more rudimentary images of the vicinity. [npc=radm][HAKI: Kenbunshoku (10% of WP to RX)][/npc]

A dirty green aura registered its presence. Its revolting scent led her to a repulsive rat feeding off a corpse. As hideous as the miscreant's spirit was, she detected strength deserving caution. Without wasting a breath, she attempted a speedy ambush. [npc=radm]"Soru!"[/npc] [npc=radm][TOGGLE: Pan Roast (+20% RX, -10% ATK, -10% DEF to Self)][/npc]

[npc=radm]"I'll be confiscating that, vermin!"[/npc] She introduced herself with a pointed finger aimed at the hatted infiltrator's leg.[npc=radm]"Shigan!"[/npc] [npc=radm][UT: Shigan (5 base DMG)][/npc] If she were to pierce the rogue's flesh, she would twist and wriggle her finger before removing it. [npc=radm]"Mince-Mince Lamb Chops!"[/npc] She would shout, if her finger even grazed her prey's skin. [npc=radm][MT Stat Morph: Lamb Chops (-25% RX to Target)][/npc] A nasty potato-like lump would then form around the point of contact and throb grossly.

[npc=radm]"Rankyaku, Duet: Cassoulet! Moules Marinières!"[/npc] She yelled while performing a graceful cartwheel. Two rotations of the cartwheel would send two consecutive slashes cutting through the air towards the well-dressed ne'er-do-well. [npc=radm][LT Flat: Moules Marinières (10 base DMG)][/npc] [npc=radm][LT Flat: Cassoulet (10 base DMG)][/npc]

After her inaugural assault, she suspended further attacks until she had a chance to assess the damage. [npc=radm]"It's rare seeing a rat so far away from its mischief. Did you forget to bring your friends?"[/npc] Her words toiled to reveal the haughtiness her melodious voice failed to convey.

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USED 4 TECHNIQUES | 1 TOGGLES | 1 HAKI:

1 TECHNIQUES ACTIVE | 1 TOGGLES | 1 HAKI ACTIVE:

2 TECHNIQUES COOLING DOWN | 0 HAKI COOLING DOWN:

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Tue Feb 18, 2020 1:23 pm

The member 'NPC' has done the following action : Dice Roll

'Reflex Check' : 17, 11, 7, 14

Tue Feb 18, 2020 4:36 pm

ROUND 2

Acacia's Rolls
Roll 1A -> Kakumochi (HT Flat) (Target: Osprey)
No Roll -> Mochi Martian (LT Stat Morph - +25% ATK) (Target: Self)
Roll 1B -> (UT) (Target: Osprey)

Osprey's Rolls (Full combo since Acacia dealt the highest damage in the last turn)
Roll 2A -> MT (Target: Acacia)
Roll 2B -> LT (Target: Acacia)
Roll 2C -> LT (Target: Acacia)
Roll 2D -> UT (Target: Acacia)

Tue Feb 18, 2020 4:36 pm

The member 'Acacia' has done the following action : Dice Roll

#1 'Reflex Check' : 6, 14

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#2 'Reflex Check' : 1, 18, 1, 5

Tue Feb 18, 2020 5:58 pm

Fifteen to twenty years ago on a distant island...

Soft echoes of ragged breaths pinballed between the close walls of a grimy alley. "Where did he go?! That little cretin! Where did he go?!" Yelled a bloodthirsty voice. "There! In that alley! Get that dirty rebel!" Squelched another.

The source of the anxious panting hissed and cried. "Leave me alone! I'm not a rebel!" His likeness on a wanted poster proved otherwise. Amber lights burned in the boy's irises as his pursuers cornered him. Droplets of rain prefaced a brutal summer and a gruesome future.

Present Day at Las Camp...

Shivers ran down Acacia's confectionary spine when his new captain dipped a finger into his dough-like neck. "Don't go shoving your fingers where they don't belong, you idiot!" He growled, swatting the glutton away with a rice arm. He then countered Becker's waspy suggestion to make bubble tea from his fingers with a "Only if we can pan-fry Becker first."

Later, Acacia's elevated brows and wrinkled forehead were only the simplest of symptoms of shock. Although he understood the early onset of maturity many child soldiers endure, he was not prepared to watch his youngest crewmate viciously puncture a human's neck as easily as forking an apple slice. "Someone needs to take that blade away from the chihuahua!"

The Yedi-doppelganger forced a grunt out of Acacia in his moment of distraction by thrusting a shigan into his shoulder. [ LT: (18 DMG) ] "Just because that Black Mage poisoned me doesn't mean you can get away with fooling around. You underestimate the danger you're in!"

Acacia retreated a few paces while his blond partner finally redirected his focus towards the opponent. Kicking away a stray marine, he drew in a bucket-sized breath. "Mochi Martian!" Blobs of mochi flowed under his clothes from his torso to his shoulders, then to his biceps and triceps. The muscles in his arms bulged, then constricted like a serpent swallowing its prey. [ LT Stat Morph: Mochi Martian (+25% ATK to Self) ]

He raced back into striking range, the gooey arms flowing behind him like the trailing ends of a scarf. "All I hear is hot air whistling out of a dying man. Gar-ya did most of the work in taking you down. We'll have you tell us where he is before we knock your ass into the dirt, bird-man!"

A barbaric glare rippled from Osprey as he thrust his fists into Acacia's chest. "Don't get cocky, you lousy turncoat! Rokuogan!!" A shockwave expanded from his clenched, yellowing fists, blowing a hole through the impertinent spiky-haired "turncoat". The impact ribbed through the air, deafening the nearby marines, and crumbled walls in its path as if they were made of sand. Becker dived towards Cherry, rescuing him from being railroaded by the concussive blast.

"Serves you right, filthy traitor. All of you pathetic anarchists deserve to die. I'll keep hunting your comrades until I find that detestable brother of mine, and then I'll make him pay for every single day of my life." He glowered at Bonbon X's newly named first-mate as he stood motionless with a hole in his stomach big enough to fit two heads through.

"Oiiii!! Don't tell me you died already?!" Cried Cherry. A slight hint of concern shook his call.

His eyes were shaded pitch black and his lips were turned into a tight frown when he stirred. "You missed," he announced as his guts reformed by stretching back across the artificial hole. [ MT + LT + UT: (MISS) Aesthetically combined the missed attacks. ]

Before the Cipher Pol agent had the chance to gather himself, Acacia's right arm had already stretched up to the high ceiling. His mochified skin was blackened but with a subtle maroon tint. His fist was square, with a heavy sphere reminiscent of a wrecking ball formed around the wrist. With an enraged "KAKUMOCHIIII!!!", he meteored a vengeful punch the size of half the room down on Yedidiyah's alleged twin. [ UT + HT Flat: Kakumochi (11 DMG + 114 DMG) Aesthetically combined the successful flats. ]

The assailed victim nearly vomited his intestines out as he crashed into the floor before it gave out under the force of the enormous fist. (You'd heard of jawbreakers; now here's a floorbreaker.) The rooms around them began to cave in, turning their footing into unsteady pitfalls inevitably sinking them all to a few floors below. During the involuntary plunge downwards, he would stretch his arms to pull any of his crewmates caught off-guard into his embrace to cushion their fall with his gelatinous frame.

Upon hitting solid ground, he would stay flat on his back for a brief moment, regarding the rainfall of shrieking marines with a measure of satisfaction. "So much for going undercover," he mumbled with a defeated smile.

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USED 3 TECHNIQUES | 0 TOGGLES | 0 HAKI:

1 TECHNIQUES ACTIVE | 1 TOGGLE | 2 HAKI ACTIVE:

2 TECHNIQUES COOLING DOWN | 0 HAKI COOLING DOWN:

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Thu Feb 20, 2020 8:23 am

While working on getting a new, slightly used watch, the crook found he had to actually focus on this. After struggling to open the little latch, he realized the rest of the hand wouldn’t budge. It was... kind of... stuck under that rock there. With a quiet groan, he rolled up his sleeve and went to lift the rubble a little. This was starting to feel like work. Still, this was much easier than if the fellow had been alive. He wouldn’t compare it to taking candy from a baby, however. Whoever came up with that saying obviously had no idea how fiercely those little goblins defended their sweets. The biters were the absolute worst... Ah, got it! He lifted his new prize and admired its shine against the sun. Easy as stealing from a dead man. Hm, well, didn’t quite have the same ring to it...

Unfortunately, the distraction proved costly. Richard’s ear twitched when he caught one of the most dreaded sentences of all time. His first instinct was to clutch the loot against his chest. “Please don’t.” As far as defensive maneuvers went... Not the best one, no. He barely caught the blur when it was already upon him. A piercing poke caught him right in the thigh. “Gah!” He stumbled back with a mixture of confusion and panic. “Mince-whatnow?” His question was answered by what seemed like a tumorous growth suddenly forming on the wound. The pain defied description. “Aagh! Why?!” What had he ever done to deserve this? ...Don’t answer that.

Worse yet, the fresh wound slowed down the pirate’s movements heavily. He was a sitting duck against the twin slashes. Though he managed to raise an arm to protect his face, the attacks nailed him right in the chest. Shredded scraps of silk scattered alongside a spray of blood. He couldn’t even scream as the air left his lungs with a pained gasp. It felt like he had gotten sliced by swords. The wounds burned from the touch of dusty air. And the worst of all... This was a 30,000,000 berry suit! Not that he actually paid that much for it, but that was beside the point. Between the cuts and the bloodstains, no dry cleaner in the world could save it anymore. Physical wounds could be healed, but this dangerous woman dared to attack his wallet. Now that hurt.

When there was finally a pause in the assault, the thief scampered backwards until his back hit a piece of rubble. Nervously he tugged his tie. ...Well, what was left of it anyway. “First off, I resemble that remark.” An awkward silence filled the air between them. “...Resent. Meant to say resent. Kind of hard to focus with a throbbing leg injury, you know. I’m rambling again, aren’t I?” A bad habit, sure, but that was only half of it. The other half was a distraction. Between the words, his free hand slipped into his pocket and rifled through some secrets. No, no, not quite yet, no... Ah, there we go... His fingers curled around a glass cylinder. Blue liquid gleamed in the light as he pulled it out. Deftly his thumb removed the protective cap. Sneakily he stabbed the tiny needle into his side. [MT: Painkiller (+50% DEF to self)] Slowly numbness began to seep through his veins. Slightly better... Hopefully his natural recovery could handle the rest for now. [UT: Natural Recovery (self-healing)]

Though the pain subsided, Richard kept gasping for air. Slowly, carefully he struggled to get back on his feet. Fear shined clearly in his venom-green eyes. “Second, I’m sure there’s a peaceful solution here...” He offered the haughty lady a disarming smile, one he had wielded often. His slyly wandering hand slipped between the shreds of his coat, reaching under his arm. “...But clearly neither of us has any interest in it.” Suddenly he pulled out his trusty handgun and emptied it rapidly towards the enemy. [LT: 9mm Aspirin (10 base DMG)] After eight shots of varying accuracy, the weapon went click. The universal sound of a gun turning into a club. However, he wasted no time gawking and instead lunged at the woman. In his other hand, the empty vial shined ominously. He slashed haphazardly, aiming for anything within reach. While the needle was too small to pose a serious threat, it was still sharp enough to leave a careless fighter bleeding. [LT: Shiv (3 base DMG)]

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Thu Feb 20, 2020 8:23 am

The member 'Maxwell' has done the following action : Dice Roll

'Reflex Check' : 16, 11, 1

Fri Feb 21, 2020 8:39 pm

❝

THAT'S RIGHT

I'M TALKING TO YOU.

BLACKBELL A. WREN

The slime with the pinkish hue still glowed softly, clinging over Wren’s blood-covered hand and she quickly wiped the substance onto her white trousers as the two individuals entered the lobby. The motion immediately muted their light source and its glimmer slowly flickered, fading until it was no more than a stark stain on her suited clown outfit.

Lacerations from glass shards still embedded into the palms of her hands oozed with red blood, but if they caused the fairy-like girl any affliction, there was no evidence of it in her expressions. Instead, her eyes twinkled anew with the next stage of developments, as though she were witnessing a play in a theatre.

She turned to Dax, her lips parting slightly as though to say something, only to drop in fascination as the dark-skinned woman proceeded to press her right hand against the marble floor. Rolling back onto her heels to allow herself to spectate comfortably, Wren rested her elbows onto her knees and her chin dropped into her palms as her companion’s bangles dripped onto the ground and slither towards their mark.

The girl almost couldn’t contain her excitement as the golden serpents silently assassinated the pair of unfortunate marines and she leapt to her feet clapping once the bodies fell to the ground.

“That was impressive!” she exclaimed, swinging around to face the Goldmonger. “You didn’t mention you were an ability user too! So that’s what you meant when you said we had a treasure detector!”

Humming in high spirits, Wren followed Dax as he proceeded to strip the corpses of their garments, donning one uniform and handing the other to her. She glanced at it unhappily. What’s wrong with my current outfit? she thought to herself, perhaps a little hurt after the efforts she had gone to in order to dress herself in proper Primetime attire.

Yet a part of her was still impressed with Dax’s earlier gold manoeuvring abilities and proceeded to shamelessly throw her suit onto the floor before wriggling into the loose fabrics of her disguise. She stood for a moment in almost comical consternation as her clothes fell unflatteringly off her slim figure.

The girl took a moment to consider her looted clothes for a moment, wrinkling her nose at the odd stench wafting from them. Her skin then began to bubble with movement and her body slowly expanded as though she were a balloon until she almost burst at the seams of her clothes. Quickly, Wren readjusted her hormones and her body constricted and bulged in odd areas, as though she were shaping it as a balloonist might squeeze, twist and bend to create the shapes of animals.

“Oof,” she wheezed as her head suddenly expanded out of proportion.

She let out a loud belch as though expelling excess gas and her head shrunk, her torso expanding in perfect synchrony. Wren’s stomach gurgled for a moment and she clutched it as though in pain before the sounds passed and she let out a content sigh, her eyes drooping into comfortable slits as she relaxed into her new form. She had lost a head in height and though she still retained the telltale signs of her true appearance (her silver bob, hazel eyes and of course, her fluffy silver tail with a white stripe down the centre), she was in every physical aspect a completely different person.

She now sported a wholesomely round, yet firmly chubby stomach, thick club-like arms and a double chin she seemed to thoroughly enjoy jiggling. Her rosy cheeks shaped her face into a perfect circle and her original almond-shaped eyes were now altered to slouch down at the edges.

“Oh, I’m kind of hungry,” commented Wren languidly, giggling to herself before turning to her companion. “Well, Dax, where should we go next?”

BY RIMY :hearts: OF BTN

Fri Feb 21, 2020 9:14 pm

Round Three

Ronx’s Rolls
Roll 1A -> Ferrum Forticus (HT Flat) (Target: Osprey)
Roll 1B -> Gravis Tonitrum (LT Flat) (Target: Osprey)
Roll 1C -> UT (Target: Osprey)

Osprey’s Rolls
Roll 2A -> LT (Target: Ronx)
Roll 2B -> LT (Target: Ronx)
Roll 2C -> UT (Target: Ronx)

Fri Feb 21, 2020 9:14 pm

The member 'Baltroy' has done the following action : Dice Roll

#1 'Reflex Check' : 18, 13, 3

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#2 'Reflex Check' : 15, 2, 2

Sat Feb 22, 2020 11:11 pm

MARCH MOON

Flames spat by the ceiling punctuated the sticky-fingered rat's acidic solution to his predicament. But, a bullet graze here and a needle prick there could scarcely halt the delivery of justice. "I'm impressed you survived my ambush mostly unharmed." Her icy gaze tightened. "I was confident a few kicks would be enough for a cur like you. I suppose they do say not to judge a book by its crumbling cover," she continued, rubbing the bleeding poke on her arm. Her scrunched nose betrayed her discontent with her disturbed uniform. One of the desperate bullets had torn the fabric between the two characters of justice on her sleeve. Defacing this illustration was no small crime.

Another tremor from above bid more debris to fall. The impatient marine used the raining rubble as a potential distraction to dash forward with a Soru. Her charge came to a sudden stop two feet away from the hatted scumbag. The inertia of her sprint sent her loose coat sleeves flying up as if she were raising her arms to defend herself. But, the flutter of her clothing was just another diversion. She pumped a fist back and feigned a hefty punch only to manoeuvre around her target with an athletic spin.

If the whiskered pirate failed to read through her movements, she would briefly kneel behind him and clamp her fingers around his thighs. The awkwardness of her pose would not slow the massaging that would follow. "Mince-Mince Baked Thighs!" She would knead the foul gunman's thigh as if it were dough, reforming the flesh under his trousers into a growing cancerous lump. The more she would massage, the more it would grow. [ HT Stat Morph: Baked Thighs (-40% RX, -35% DEF to Target) ]

Whenever the victim of her inappropriate groping would break free, the Mince-Mince Marine would attempt to grab his arm with a delectable "Mince-Mince Buffalo Wings!" [ LT Stat Morph: Buffalo Wings (-25% DEF to Target) ] If her clingy clutch were not evaded, she would infect the slim, shady intruder with another malignant growth at the point of contact.

Before retreating to a defensive position, she would thrust a dainty finger towards her opponent's shoulder. "Shigan!" [ UT: Shigan (5 base DMG) ]

Her heels screeched against the floor when she slid back to put some distance between them. The dubious man had already poked her with one needle. She was not eager to discover the effects of any others he might have had.

"For someone who looks like small fry, you move surprisingly quick." Regular panting interrupted her banter. If stamina were a currency, her dexterous feints were expensive at best and pauperising at worst.

With a disrespectful smirk, she continued, "Though your aim does befit a worthless goon. Maybe your swiftness comes from being practised in running away." She raised a dramatic finger and pointed it towards the target of her taunts. "Are you going to run away, small fry? Or will you struggle until I've turned you into an ugly glob?" A malicious giggle broke free. "Feeheehee~ Though, turning you into a wad of meat might actually be an improvement. Reforming your flesh will serve as a gentle prelude to reforming your morals, scum."

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Sat Feb 22, 2020 11:11 pm

The member 'NPC' has done the following action : Dice Roll

'Reflex Check' : 18, 13, 11

Mon Feb 24, 2020 12:21 am

Don't cause a scene~!

Ten years ago…

A symphony of drumming rain and cracking thunder admitted the boy with the solemn blue eyes to the NRA. His loss and the betrayal of his family’s closest friend was still fresh, wiping his pale face clean of emotion as he trailed silently behind a man with a secretive smile that suggested he knew the youngster behind him had just set his first steps upon the path ultimately leading him to become one of the major champions of the revolutionary army.

“Price.”

The pair paused as a brash voice sounded from behind them and they turned to find a skinny figure leaning against the wall with his arms folded casually. Sharp, predator-like eyes glinted gold against the lightning streaked backdrop, sweeping almost coldly over the unfamiliar face beside his comrade.

“Yedidiyah,” replied Price, dipping his head in polite greeting.

“What’s with the brat?” asked the man, Yedidiyah, as he pushed himself off the wall and tossed a handful of thick dreads over his shoulder. He approached slowly, purposefully, with his eyes locked on the child.

“This is Alice Baltroy Ronx,” said Price simply, his tone cryptic. “I found him amid the ruins of what used to be the Marine HQ based in Reines.”

“Ronx?” Yedidiyah stopped several paces away, his dark features opening in distinct surprise. “Seistrune’s…?”

Ronx would come to know this man with the intimidating glare as the Revolutionary’s Lion, a man he would respect indefinitely for his strength, compassion and, on the odd occasion, his unsolicited but well-meaning advice. Yet first impressions were rarely an accurate forecast for such developments and the aggrieved boy gritted his teeth, projecting his pain into anger.

“They won’t get away with taking everything away from me,” he snarled, his eyes flashing as a lock of golden hair fell over his face.

Yedidiyah paused, briefly pursing his lips to consider the temperamental child. “Is that why you followed Price here?”

“Their lives would be in vain otherwise,” said Ronx bitterly.

The army’s second-in-command closed the distance in a matter of seconds, delivering a painful blow to the back of the ingrate’s head. Ronx let out a cry more from surprise than from pain.

“Your parents were friends of mine, even if we did fall out of touch after they chose to prioritise their family over their beliefs,” he snapped, boring his bone-chilling, menacing eyes onto Ronx’s small frame. “And if you’re alive, that means they didn’t die in vain. But if those words are truly what you think, then their lives really were in vain. Keep that in mind.”

With that, he spun and marched away, but Ronx could have sworn he’d seen a silvery film of tears line his eyes before he’d turned away.

Present day…

“Ronx, don't just stand there!” Becker’s cry broke through the poorly timed moment of reminiscence.

Ronx’s eyes widened as Osprey materialised in front of him and doubled over in pain as the agent punched a shigan into his chest. [ LT: (13 DMG) ] The blue-skinned fishman charged to the rescue of his foolish captain from another attack, slamming his shoulder into his torso as Osprey’s rankyaku dropped from the air like an axe over Ronx’s head. [ LT + UT: Missed ]

The agent clicked his tongue in frustration as Becker darted away with his deadweight in tow and seemed ready to take chase when the mochi-man let out a bellow, signalling the beginning of a new series of gelatinous attacks. His attention drawn away, Becker stopped and dumped Ronx onto the rubble-littered floor.

“I really shouldn’t have to say this, but now is not the time to be daydreaming!” Becker snapped, turning to glare at his friend as he nursed his bleeding chest.

“But Acacia seems to have it all under control!” protested Ronx, crossing his ankles comfortably instead of getting back up. “See?”

He pointed across the delipidated room to where Acacia and Osprey were locked in focused combat. Becker followed the direction he indicated, grunting with begrudging approval as Ronx clapped his hands excitedly.

“That government agent called our first-mate a traitor,” commented Becker, his expression set like steel. “It doesn’t take a lot of brains to figure out what that means. I don’t care which side he turned on, I don’t trust “turncoats”.”

“I don’t get the feeling Acacia betrayed anyone though,” said Ronx lightheartedly, still clapping and throwing in a fickle cheer for good measure. “He seems to carry the aura of someone who’s been hurt badly. Someone who’s been betrayed by something he had much faith in, not someone who’s subjected betrayal on another.”

Becker fell silent, glancing discreetly at his captain. It was rare moments of seemingly thoughtless insight like these that had saved his heart from the chaos of his own tragic story and had ultimately led him to pledge his allegiance to his captain despite his airheadedness. So rare were these moments, yet now, Ronx’s words reminded him once again to trust his captain’s capacity to inspire loyalty, rather than to distrust a stranger’s capacity for treachery.

“Ronx…” he started, but before he could form his words, the floor began to tremble and crumble. “Watch out!”

The fishman quickly grabbed his unwitting captain and threw him over his shoulder. Ronx had begun screaming and bawling like a goat, thus breaking the spell of secret admiration Becker had been temporarily under. As the pair fell, Becker winced as Ronx’s cries pierced directly into his eardrums and he glanced across to find Acacia catch Cherry as they fell. His eyes swept over to the winded government spy, tumbling clumsily as he coughed blood.

“Oi, first-mate, catch!” Becker hollered and launched the wailing idiot through the air in the direction of Acacia.

Turning his attention back to the unassuming CP9 agent, Becker rested a gentle hand on the hilt of his sheathed katana, his eyes narrowing in concentration. Contracting his body briefly, the fishman kicked himself off one of the falling boulders nearby and using similar foot stones, he weaved his way across the air. With blinding speed and graceful movements wasting nothing, Becker danced between falling debris until he was a flash before Osprey.

Becker’s hand, still hovering over the hilt of his weapon, suddenly disappeared and his attack was over in less than a drawn breath. Only the brief residue of a shadow almost resembling a spear remained, but his katana never appeared to leave its sheath. There was a moment of delay as Osprey’s eyes widened in fury, before blood burst from his shoulder and Becker dropped from the air, landing next to where his comrades had gathered. [ HT + LT + UT: Ronx’s successful hits combined to aesthetically allow Becker to land a lucky attack. ]

“Hey, get up and make that idiot captain of ours do some work too,” growled Becker. He didn’t bother to revel in the success of his attack and instead turned to Acacia, glaring down at the whimpering fool who had curled into his mantle.

cait at btn

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Wed Feb 26, 2020 7:14 pm

@Miku E. Sato , @Anton La'croix
Sorry about the wait guys

Prove yourself and RISE RISE

The worry that Emi felt towards her captain was trying its best to fight its way to the surface once again. She knew that the best thing for both of them was for her to keep her head in the fight and not become distracted by it. Her main mission was to get Miku back to the Scorned Lady alive. The crew back on the ship was depending on her to keep their captain safe. So far she had done a piss poor job at maintaining that.

The stupid marine just didn't seem to want to go down. The green-haired pirate stayed at her captain's side or at least as best as she could while their fight went on. She may smile and be happy all the time but she could tell what her captain was doing. As she took on all the attacks, she knew that she was doing this on purpose to protect her. That only made her more determined to bring this marine to his knees to prove herself to her captain. It became even more obvious when she shouted at the marine that his fight was with her. Hearing the words out loud disgruntled her if only a little bit but the words were more motivation to her than anything. She needed to get stronger so her captain wouldn't have to protect her as much as she felt the need to during this fight.

Her reaction to the explosion further on the island was slow but as her captain turned her attention to it so did she. She didn't' let her mind wander for long as she had learned during this fight that it could be deadly. Her attention turned back to the buggy marine that had been fighting them and as her anger towards the marine subsided so did her activated haki. Of course, the girl was oblivious to the fact that she had even used such a thing. The last of Miku's attacks appeared to hit the marine hard and sent him tumbling off much like he had done to Miku before. She kept her eyes trained on the marine's body as she watched for signs of him returning to the fight but after a minute or so it didn't look like he was getting back up. It looked as though they had managed to survive their fight with the marine and utterly crush him but not without difficulty though. She placed her swords in their proper sheaths and bowed her head towards the unconscious marine who had given them a hell of a fight. Once she was done, she spun on her heel to face her captain with a giant grin on her face.

"Well that was fun! We did it cap'n!" Emi was clearly excited by this result and despite the chaos that was taking place around them she wanted to bask in it a little.

Make'em remember you, RISE

coded by heroin of gs and adox

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Fri Feb 28, 2020 12:05 pm

ROUND 3

Acacia's Rolls
Roll 1A -> Kinako Mochi (HT Flat) (Target: Osprey)
Roll 1B -> Hishimochi (LT Flat) (Target: Osprey)
Roll 1C -> (UT) (Target: Osprey)

Osprey's Rolls (Full third-round HT combo since Acacia dealt the highest damage last turn)
Roll 2A -> HT (Target: Acacia)
Roll 2B -> UT (Target: Acacia)

Fri Feb 28, 2020 12:05 pm

The member 'Acacia' has done the following action : Dice Roll

#1 'Reflex Check' : 20, 9, 2

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#2 'Reflex Check' : 18, 20

Fri Feb 28, 2020 12:30 pm

Kakumochi, an enjoyable treat under any other circumstance, was anything but that when delivered as a ten-ton serving. As they say, moderation is key.

A rhythmic thumping of his eardrums suspended Acacia in a trance as he fell through his unwelcome renovations. A sharp order from his blue-skinned crewmate returned him to the moment. Acacia stretched the sticky tentacle-like arms spawned from his back to pluck the goofball captain and the child soldier out of the air and then buried them against his mochi-chest. He hit the ground bundling the two nearly to the point of suffocation.

The ginger brat peeled himself away with a groan and stripped small bits of mochi clinging to his cheeks and hair. "You almost smothered me to death, idiot!" Acacia ignored the ungrateful urchin's complaints. He instead observed a moment of silent admiration for the work of art his swordsman comrade had showcased. The elegant motion of the fishman's blade tickled his buried nostalgia. Flashes of a blonde woman swinging her blade not so differently lured his attention away from the fight. But, once again, Becker's barks dragged him back to reality.

"Shouldn't the imposter be dead by now?" Cherry argued. Acacia rose off the ground and snuck a glance at his idiot captain in hopes of seeing a less panicked buffoon. "If only it were that easy. At least the small fry are out of the way."

"Then what do you call these guys?" Cherry lifted his arms clumsily to guard against the few Marines who had survived the fall. "I call them your problem," Acacia replied. Despite being beset by a faint smirk, his comment was sincere. Young as he was, Cherry had endured combat so far with barely a scratch. The threat of their opponent demanded Acacia afford at least some measure of faith in his allies (at least the ones who weren't busy playing around).

Meanwhile...

Antoinette forced herself through the vacant passages, grasping at a crimson cut on her waist. The gushing blood had darkened her black frock, which was tattered to the point of indecency. Aching groans escaped her and she plummetted towards the cold stone tiles. A swift arm rescued her from striking the floor with her bloodied face, but her consciousness slipped away before she could identify it.

"Fuck. This wasn't the plan. If she's already warned them, we can't just walk away. What do we do now?" It was a voice which might have been familiar to the blacksmith if her senses hadn't left her. "She's bleeding pretty badly. She could die if we don't help." Spoke another voice, still familiar.

A soft moan preceded Antoinette's awakening. "Mmmm?" Her eyelids flickered open to reveal her rescuer. A comforting sharp-chinned face looked down at her with an anxious smile. "Fr--Freya..? F-frid-Friday?" She wheezed and coughed blood. Freya panicked and adjusted her head in his lap while his twin swept his gaze over both ends of the isolated corridor guardedly. "W-what happened t-to you two? We got separated..."

The brothers stole glances from each other with pursed lips before Friday answered her with more questions. "Don't worry about that! What happened to you? Who did this to you? Where's Fable? What about Garland?"

A burning hiss tore through her vocal cords with another cough. "Ye--Yedidiyah attacked us... O--or, someone who lo-looked like him. Freya raised the wounded woman and propped her against the wall. "Yedidiyah? Someone who looked like him? I don't understand..."

Antoinette allowed herself to inhale deeply a long moment before continuing. "I don't know... Garland was sure it wasn't him, even though he looked exactly like Yedidiyah..." The twins turned to each other and scratched the back of their heads. Looking alike was all too familiar to them, after all.

"They're still alive," she continued. "Yedidiyah ordered some marines to arrest us after beating us. He left without seeing it through... That's the only reason I was able to get away... He said he would take care of the rest of us, so I had to warn them."

Freya questioned her with solemn concern. "If he beat Garland, what makes you think the others stand a chance?"

Her volume was reduced to a dying whisper. "Garland hurt him worse than he bargained for." Her pale pink lips twisted into a slight grin. "And our captain isn't as useless as he makes it seem. Ronx won't lose."

***

"Yo, Captain! If you're going to keep running around like a headless chicken, can you do it somewhere else?! I'll handle him myself." He made no efforts to mask his irritation over the captain's persistent flippancy.

Osprey waited across a pile of fresh rubble panting like a cola engine and bruised like a broken heart. "Handle me yourself? Pull your head out of your ass, pissant. You'd have been long dead if it weren't for that loathsome magister." His jaundiced dark skin had only worsened through the fight.

"Then I'll be sure to thank him after I finish what he started." The bulging spheres on his knees pulsated and pumped as the mochi swordsman zoomed past the Yedimposter. Sharp chimes rippled through the room from the smooth iai technique—the technique of unsheathing, cutting, and resheathing the blade. A clean cut stretched across the floor, tore through the far walls, and further wrecked the crumbling ceiling.

"Longwood Blues: Songbird's Rhyme!" [ HT Flat CRIT + LT Flat + UT: (183 DMG) ][Aesthetically combining these three techniques into one.]

Blood sprayed from a gaping slit on Osprey's chest before he collapsed like a marionette with its strings snipped. The onlooking marines gasped in unison and retreated a few steps; some even fled.

Silence commanded the room but for the sounds of debris slipping from the ceiling. Acacia marched towards his new crewmates, tired but confident. "Guess he didn't have as much fight left in him as he thou--" Shivers sped from his toes to his neck. Cherry shouted words which Acacia failed to comprehend until it was too late. When he turned, the apparently beaten Cipher Pol agent was already upon him. "I warned you not to get cocky!" He said before clamping his haki-clad legs around the revolutionary's hips and pressing blackened fists against his chest. "SAI DAI RIN: ROKUOGAAAAAAN!!!" A shockwave several times larger than the one Osprey had released earlier blew out of his fists. This time, it did not miss.

"GAHHH!" Acacia groaned like a dying cow and spat a stomach full of blood before being planted into the floor.

Learn how to rely on your comrades, fool. Don't let your arrogance be your downfall. These words from the Revolution's Lion meant more to him now than ever. When will I ever learn?

A stray helpless gaze searched for Ronx until their eyes met. I leave the rest to you, Captain, the bloodshot red eyes spoke before they turned white.

tags: @Baltroy
notes: Get 'im!

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Mon Mar 02, 2020 1:38 pm

Panic squeezed Richard’s poor, desperately hammering heart. He scrambled to reload his gun while the marine’s taunts rang through his ears. Between the lack of practice and his trembling hands, the simple task proved challenging enough. The icy gaze sent shivers down his spine. Sweating bullets, he hurried to debunk her suspicions. “Ah, I-I just got lucky. In fact, I’m almost at d-death’s door here. In terrible pain, really. S-so, there’s really no need for you to attack anymore...” He hoped dearly the quiver in his voice would tug some string of mercy in her heart. Assuming she even had a heart.

...Evidently not.

A surprised shriek got stuck in the pirate’s throat when the foe suddenly closed the gap faster than his eyes could track. With a less than manly squeak- “Eep.” -he raised his arms before his face. ...But the punch never came. “What the...?” He only realized he had fallen for a feint when his legs suddenly buckled. Gritting his teeth, he stumbled free of the questionable groping. “Gah, would you stop doing that?” A rhetorical question. And he didn’t like the wordless answer. With his legs practically crippled, he was too slow to shamble away from the clutch. More lumps riddled his left arm from the elbow down, infecting even the wrist. As the final insult to injury, a finger as quick and tough as a bullet pierced his shoulder. Trickling blood painted a line down his arm.

Richard collapsed, clutching his injured shoulder. “Aaagh, you got me... Oh, the pain... The horror...” Under the guise of over-dramatic writhing, he was actually trying to apply some pressure on the wound and shred his sleeve into a makeshift bandage. [LT: Bandage (self-healing)] Not the most elegant solution, but better than nothing. He was used to improvising with poor equipment. Then he needed to buy time for his body to recover. [UT: Natural Recovery (self-healing)] As the marine mocked him, he chimed back with a hint of hope in his tone. “I’d much prefer running away, actually. I mean, if it’s all the same to you.” He was assuming she’d have something against the idea, buuuut it never hurt to ask.

However, the malicious giggle deflated the crook’s hopes like a pinprick against a balloon. “Okay, okay, let’s not be hasty here... I surrender... There’s no need for violence... Erm, further violence...” While he practically groveled at her feet, his healthy hand slowly, slyly grasped something from the floor. Unlike her, he wasn’t the type to announce his attacks. Instead, he unceremoniously chucked a handful of sand and stones at her face. [LT: ~~Eye Poke~~ Sand Attack (5 base DMG, -10% RX)] It wouldn’t do much damage, but his real goal was to blind her. Fighting fair was for honest folk. Following the underhanded distraction, he scrambled onto his feet and took a haphazard swing at her. [LT: Sucker Punch (10 base DMG)] It was aimed for the liver, the universal weak spot. Unfortunately the strange injuries weighed him down heavily. His motions were stiff and sluggish, like a mummy pretending to be a boxer.

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Mon Mar 02, 2020 1:38 pm

The member 'Maxwell' has done the following action : Dice Roll

'Reflex Check' : 12, 12, 4, 7

Mon Mar 02, 2020 3:15 pm

MARCH MOON

A few months ago...

"You have a fine way about you, young lady!" A golden voice boomed. It came from a tall man, inflated with muscles on top of muscles. His yellow striped suit was bright as day, and yet it could not outshine his blinding smile. "I'm confident you will reach great heights one day!"

The young lady taunted the genuine compliment with a tut before sipping coffee from a pink porcelain cup. "You say that to every loser who breathes, Vice Admiral Hornigold. And I bet you sometimes even say it to ones who don't. Praise loses its value when generously given."

The Vice Admiral's horselaugh shattered his colleague's cup (much to her annoyance). "HA HA HA! I only praise the ones I have faith in, Lahira-kun! I just happen to have faith in all of my fellow citizens of the world!" Every sentence he spoke was an exclamation, which only irked his sassy subordinate more.

"Your positivity is naive, and frankly, nauseating. Some people are destined to be bottom-feeding rats. They're born in the gutter, they're raised in the gutter, and they should die in the gutter," Lahira chided.

Hornigold's shoulders slacked and his thick, golden brows shaded his eyes. The two horn-like hair locks sprouting from the apex of his forehead twitched like a hornet's antennae as he finally switched to his indoor voice. "I am sure your prejudice is well-earned. BUT! If you only ever spit into the gutter, it will never smell any better."

Present Day...

The foiled thief's lousy attempt at blinding her mostly failed when the marine roundhoused a kick to blow most of the dust away and back at him with greater force. [ UT: (5 base DMG) ] A few dirty grains still managed to irritate her eyes, but, it wasn't nearly enough for her to fall prey to an attack she saw coming a mile away. [ LT Flat Hybrid: Sand Attack GRAZING HIT (2 DMG; -5% RX) ] [ LT Flat: Sucker Punch MISS ]

She weaved out of harm's way like a blade of grass blowing with the wind and then hopped a few feet further back. "An inept thief and an awful actor, hmm? The only thing you had going for you was your suit. Though, I bet you didn't come by it through honest means." Her forehead wrinkled and two asymmetrical laugh lines highlighted her frown. She was not one to mask her contempt.

A symphony of adrenaline-fueled warcries introduced a pack of criminals into the unstable stone passage from a dark corridor.

"Hurry! We're almost there!" Promised a pirate starved of fortune. "Are you sure it's here? What if another crew already found the treasure?" Worried another. "Then we'll kill them and take it. It's all the same to us," declared the first.

The mob halted upon noticing the marine and her prey. "Shit! That's the March Moon! No one said we'd run into Navy big shots down here." Anxious beads of sweat glowed on the pirate leader in the orange light like resting fireflies.

"That's Rear Admiral Atari to you, swine," the Naval Officer grumbled. "I should've known you'd draw company. Find one dirty rat in a hole and you're sure to find twenty more."

One careless grunt charged alone at the Rear Admiral, swinging his sawblade wide. "Really?" She sighed as she shifted to the right and raised a single leg up to kick the moron's jaw up into his skull with a satisfying thwack. "I realise how a pirate's life can deprive you of a certain amount of sense, but, you should've at least waited to see if your friends were ready to back you up."

Atari then leapt into the crowd, landing smoothly into a handstand. Performing a perfect split, she whipped her legs down onto two unprepared louts to slam them face-first into the floor. With her legs still split, she spun like a top to whack the faces of everyone she could (her previous prey included). "Mince Mince: Chicken Fingers!"

Any man struck by this technique would find his face swelling uncomfortably. Their nostrils would narrow, their eyelids would bloat, their lips would balloon, and their ears would billow. The degree to which the ugly growths would affect them would vary per individual, but most of the newcomers she kicked would be too comatose to complain. [ AoE Stat Morph: Chicken Fingers (-75% DEF) ]

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Mon Mar 02, 2020 3:15 pm

The member 'NPC' has done the following action : Dice Roll

'Reflex Check' : 12, 3

Sat Mar 07, 2020 3:54 am

The sneak attack went about as well as one might expect. ...With Richard getting another boot to the head. And the only one surprised was the crook himself. The heavy impact sent him crashing into a pile of rubble. Imaginary stars twirled around his aching skull. Weakly swayed back onto his feet. “I’m not a thief, I’m an entrepreneur...” He whined between wheezing breaths. Clearly that was the word choice which needed correcting here. He was about to protest the claim about the suit -raised his finger, opened his mouth and all- but ultimately withdrew his hand in awkward silence. It’s not that he failed to come up with anything convincing, just... Explaining that he actually won it in a... hrm... perfectly fair and honest poker game probably wouldn’t sound any better to a self-righteous marine...

Before the doctor could properly regain his senses, a new distraction entered the scene. Hope twinkled in the corner of his beady eyes. Allies! Someone to hide behind! Unfortunately, hope was a fragile thing. The reactions weren’t quite as brave and bombastic as he had been hoping... Instead of a reckless charge filled with loud laughter, there was a hesitant pause. ...And an ominous nickname the well-read man most definitely did not recognize from any news articles, no sir. After all, what were the odds of running into the March Moon? On a Marine occupied island... Inside a Marine base... During a massive Marine operation... Great. The rat comment snapped him out of his thoughts. “Why does everyone keep calling me that...?” He nervously brushed his whiskers while muttering bitterly. A force of habit.

In an instant, the foe crushed the faint hope beneath her heel. While she delivered spinning kicks to everyone, Richard too got his fair share. He had tried to shamble past the chaos, only to get bashed right in the face. Within seconds he was looking like the victim of a terrible allergy attack. His nose resembled a potato, eyes had swollen shut and lips looked like they had been stung by a bee. He stumbled back, letting out a muffled cry of pain. This time his writhing didn’t need any exaggeration. The pain was something horrifying. Most people would collapse from the shock. He only remained conscious because he had gone through worse.

However, even through the horrible new affliction, the former medical professional picked up on something. Either she had hit him so hard that he had gone delirious... Or one of the lumps on his leg had actually healed... [UT: Natural Recovery (self-healing)] His fingers ran over the wound. No, it wasn’t swollen anymore. As much as he would’ve loved to take credit for simply having antibodies that powerful, it had to be something else. A time limit, perhaps? It would make sense. And he knew just the thing to test this theory... He dug another glass vial from his pocket. This one sloshed with a yellow concoction. As he stabbed it into his thigh, his heartbeat quickened and breathing hastened. [MT: Adrenaline Spike (+50% RX to self)] An irritating itch spread across his chest and neck, but he tried to ignore it. No time to scratch it now. ...Well, maybe a quick scratch. Ah, much better.

As soon as the vial was empty, the criminal tried to stab the foe with the needle again. [LT: Shiv (3 base DMG)] Despite the debilitating injuries, his movements were suddenly much faster. Sharper too. If she got hit, she would have herself another bleeding wound. Without wasting a beat, he raised his gun at... well, where he thought the woman was, because he couldn’t see all that well. Sadly, his one-liner was muffled between his bloated lips. “Mimfe fhif...” Rest assured, it was very witty. Scathing, even. Eight rapid gunshots echoed through the ruined tunnel. [LT: 9mm Aspirin (10 base DMG)] He didn’t really care how many people he hit, as long as the Marine was one of them.

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Sat Mar 07, 2020 3:54 am

The member 'Maxwell' has done the following action : Dice Roll

'Reflex Check' : 1, 20, 19

Mon Mar 09, 2020 11:03 pm

Dax Morgan uses HT(Curse of Dionysus) on Marine Squadron
Dax Morgan uses LT(Swift Chop) on Marine Squadron
Dax Morgan uses UT on Marine Squadron

Marine Squadron uses MT(Firing Squad)
Marine Squadron uses LT(Swirl of Scimitars)
Marine Squadron uses LT(Jumpin for Justice)
Marine Squadron uses UT

Mon Mar 09, 2020 11:03 pm

The member 'Goldmonger' has done the following action : Dice Roll

#1 'Reflex Check' : 20, 8, 5

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#2 'Reflex Check' : 9, 5, 8, 16

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