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Post by The Corrector on Aug 8, 2007 16:00:46 GMT -5
Mission Name:
Fight Club
Suggested Rank:
Spell caster-Wizard (Take careful consideration of your strength before you join.)
Format:
Turns (Every one should post before the staff posts again)
Sign Up:
1._______ 2._______ 3._______
Scenario:
Brooklyn, New York. Underground fight clubs in cities are common, but this particular club has a mysterious streak of disappearances. The original thinking behind this was the normal health hazard of these sorts of places, but when a member of the Tracers went to investigate, he never returned.
The students objective here is to investigate the disappearances and deal with the source. Human casualties are not to be tolerated and magic is to be used minimally. If it is necessary, magic may be used but with limited exposure. The teleporters have been set for an alley way between the club and another building. The layout of the club is the same as one might expect, several boxing type rings, one with a steel cage surrounding it. VIP offices can be seen overhead though the windows are tinted.
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Chephros
Spell Caster
The Blood Ambassador
I play the game of life, Double or nothing.
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Post by Chephros on Aug 8, 2007 16:00:58 GMT -5
The school halls were getting boring, and Chephros needed something to beat the hell of. Shadow Chrestmire was becoming a continuous annoyance, and he needed a way to get out of that. Walking through the halls was a constant reminder that he was different, because he had no idea where the hell he was going, and so when he came upon the mission board like always, he simply shrugged and looked at it. A note on it caught his eye....something about an underground fight club...
"Hell, I'd rather participate than shut it down.."
But, like always, he couldn't. He was in this school as an ambassador, he would help them do what they needed while he was here. Hell, he may get a decent fight out of it as is. His arm came up and simply cut a straight line through the first name. He didn't need to sign, if anyone wanted to dispute it he could simply gut them with the weapon that made the mark. Now all he had to do was go to the briefing room, ignore the briefing, and walk through the teleporters they had set up.
Boom! He was in an alleyway.
All he knew was he had to bust into an underground fighting arena. Wasn't much of a problem. There was only a single iron bound door, not a warehouse double door thingy. Solid iron made it heavy. Being kicked near the top made it break it's hinges and fall back. Hard. Solid iron vs concrete made it incredibly loud. It made it's own damn tremors, it didn't need one of his shockwaves accompanying it. The people nearby scrambled away, and then bolted around the room when they saw him walk in. Or rather, he jumped up on the door now that it was on someone.
Being a demon and not hiding it probably helped.
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Post by Tristan Knightrhode on Aug 8, 2007 16:15:27 GMT -5
Tristan came across the missions board, and glancing over, one caught his eye. Something about a combat club...Interesting. Dissapearances...blah blah blah...investigate...yadda yadda. Fuck it. A tiny sparking flame lit around the tip of Tristan's left index finger. The air turned to ash infront of the spark and left a trail of writing on the paper. Being that the first slot had been slashed, his was on the second line. Who did the previous one, he'd find out soon enough.
Igneus simply laid on his shoulder as he walked to one of the briefing rooms. The way he was, the little guy just looked like an extremely odd lizard since, with his wings clamped down like they were, you couldn't even tell he had wings. The hunter made his way there quickly to see Chephros and receive the rundown on the mission with the other participants before Chephros preceeded him into the teleporter. Tristan followed and got out of the way once in newyork where it was dark out.
Following the demon who he didn't exactly call friend, he walked up to the front of the club and shook his head slightly when Chephros kicked the door in. Tristan might have done the same, but he'd at least have knocked first. In any case, he followed the demon in to see the three arenas, before looking at who was in the club, he'd looked up to see the VIP section. What was up there was to be found out sooner or later.
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Roy Atenwood
Mage
So I'm a grumpy seer? Big deal. You're an idiot.
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Post by Roy Atenwood on Aug 8, 2007 20:15:51 GMT -5
A fight club? Sut it down? Well, I AM stronger than most normal humans. This could be fun.
He signed the burned, slashed sheet with a hasty scrawl, and was on his way.
Roy walked through the portal, and ended up in an aleyway. He followed a demon and a familiar, seven foot tall figure in, hiding his ears with a black hoody, and wearing black jeans and fingerless gloved. His only weapon was his bootknife.
His second sight was abandonded for now. He just fell into step behind the other two.
"How's it hangin', Tristan?"
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Post by The Corrector on Aug 9, 2007 10:21:22 GMT -5
Boom, crash. The door fell over right on the large guard who stood by to let or not let people into the club. The massive door was relatively crushing enough, but when the first two walked in and stood on the door, a combined extra weight of around five hundred pounds, the strain began cracking ribs and the man passed out from the pain. "What the fuck!?" One of the spectators yelled, seeing the demon in all his freakish glory. "The fuck is he!?" Another yelled, understandably. "GET 'EM!!" Another boomed and several large men charged the group in the door way.
A very small handful attacked Chephros, most afraid of his horns and wings, the bulk went after the more normal appearing Tristan. Being that Roy was relatively hidden from sight, none would specifically go after him until he was well within the club. Only the fights in the furthest rings, all the way on the other side of the clubs continued, the rest were close enough to hear the banging of the door and the commotion, the DJ too was all the way in the back. As such, there was a sound track to the mayhem soon to ensue.
~In the VIP offices.~
"Boss....We got a problem." A large man said, his arms crossed, looking out the heavily tinted window to the floor below. "Huh?" Said a man, just as large, from a luxury swivel chair behind a deep red wooden desk. The boss looked over to his subordinate. "Some guys just busted down the door and it looks like they're gonna tear the place up." The man at the window commented, turning to his superior.
"Ah, let 'em. If it gets too rowdy, send one of our guys down." The man sank back into his chair and turned his attention to what looked like a crystal ball, except there was a light blue swirling substance within it. The other man nodded and walked out of the office.
Objective: Incapacitate but do not kill the humans in the area.
Notes: -There are over a hundred humans in the club, most outside the rings and littering the entirety of the area. -The majority of the humans here will be nothing too special strength wise. -Limited magic use is allowed at this point.
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Chephros
Spell Caster
The Blood Ambassador
I play the game of life, Double or nothing.
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Post by Chephros on Aug 9, 2007 19:58:13 GMT -5
"Oh look. People to kill."
Having only a few people fighting you meant you had less to worry about and more time on your hands. Situational awareness was easier to accomplish. The experience of beating people was always rewarding as it allowed him to repeat future experiences oh so much more easily, and with moves coming to his mind at a quicker pace. That was the joy of combat. Every time you took part in it, you got a bit better at it. If you continued doing it, you would be so much the better. Combat ruled his world, it was how he progressed. Sublety was something he was learning, but it wasn't easy for him. An example was what he just said. He should have saved it for when he had caught an opponent's fist and started breaking it under his grip, which he was now doing.
"This can't be all you humans can muster."
The guy had thrown a quick punch which Chephros had caught and crunched. Pushing the guy back by his own arm, he kicked the man in the torso and he was thrown back. Chephros' tail came up and snaked in front of him. His blood lust and eagerness to fight was having it's own effect. By shear willpower he made his tail into a better weapon. The links that looked connected came apart and the tail extended. The fact that the bone segments were a good three inches thick, and there were twenty of such things, meaning a five foot long tail, meant that when the pieces of bone separated three inches each, starting from the base to the end, it added another 60 inches, meaning what was five, became ten. This curved all the way in front of him and back. The flesh under the bone tail was muscle and tendon, but covered in scales that overlapped like crazy for protection.
This curling mass then arced itself around his body tightly. The end being the impenetrable fog, he was safe. As it arced itself, the tensing pressure built. The next human to come at him, them being quite scared at this little display of tail extension, was quite slow and hesitating. Waiting, the guy drew closer, then grew a spine. He had a pipe with him, as if it would help, and raised it and let out a cry as the tail released and slammed him hard in the chest, breaking two ribs and throwing him back into another guy who went down from the force.
"You have to be kidding me. This is it?"
A voice somewhere nearby told him not to kill the humans. He didn't know who, but it sounded familiar. The blood lust in his mind calmed slightly with this mental intrusion. If he couldn't kill them, there wouldn't be much blood shed. All he had to do was knock them the fuck out. Perhaps mangle their faces so they couldn't be recognized though. However, the weak nature of these first few humans annoyed him.
"Someone do SOMETHING!"
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Post by Tristan Knightrhode on Aug 10, 2007 11:19:41 GMT -5
"Pretty normal...Training...Kicking ass...Beating up hapless patsies on missions." He responded with a smirk, looking over his left shoulder a bit so he could see Roy out of the corner of his eye. Following Chephros in, Tristan got to work. His super human strength and speed had him easily and vastly surpassing these opponents, and The hunter did nothing but redirect and back hand allot of these idiots, causing an instant knock out by concussive force to the head. "We'll have to get these idiots out of the way." He said, mostly to himself, but Roy's elf ears would likely pick up on it.
Tristan's armored fists whirled around at seemingly blinding speeds. Sooner rather than later, he became surrounded. A slight grin on his face, he drew Shireiutz. He knew not to kill the humans, so his blade was turned around, the back of the sword spinning around swiftly, smashing men around in a wide circle, knocking them all back. The sword was sheathed again and Tristan looked over to see Chephros' tail coming into play. "Don't kill 'em you idiot! They're ordinary humans!" That tail was dangerous...not only was it entirely bone, but it had that weird shit at the end of it which Tristan had yet to find out what exactly the purpose was.
"The fuck you mean Ordinary humans!?" One man boomed, coming into Tristan's range, his fists raised. An eyebrow lifted for a second before Tristan said, "This," and his lips pursed. A small stream of orange and red fire shot out and lit the mans pants on fire. The man screamed and ran around in circles until someone managed to splash what looked like a large iced tea on him. In this place, it was likely a Long Island Iced Tea, but the alcohol content in that was low enough to not make the flames worse.
This caused even more men to converge on him, and some of the fighters began to attack as well. More redirect/back hand combos ensued from the mage, then one of the fighters, a burly bastard quite a bit taller than Tristan at six foot seven, landed a hard punch that lingered on the right side of the hunters face. The fighter grinned and chuckled before he saw that Tristan had barely moved, the skin around his cheek merely moving to conform to the fist. The head then turned, forcing the fist aside, and the black clad man had a grin, a nice, wide, frightening grin.
The fighter pulled his fist back and screamed before his neck snapped back and the whiplash forced him to shut up. Tristan's power-packed right fist flew into the mans nose, breaking it with ease, and almost knocking the man back. Before he fell however, Tristan grabbed him by the ankle and began whirling around at high speeds. This bowser toss type move was set off with Tristan releasing the ankle and stopping his rotation and the fighter whirled into the crowed of awaiting combatants, knocking down quite a large number of them by domino effect.
"Let's get this party started!" Tristan boomed, in time with the music that was playing over the speaker, and his sword was whipped out of its holster and into the cement floor, creating a large crack. Igneus hopped off his partners shoulder and took up residence on the underside of the swords guard, rather precariously one might add. With that, Tristan was off. Using Olympian speed, his body whipped around and a sort of axe kick that was really an upside down rising kick, gave another man a bad case of whiplash, knocking him out from concussion.
Tristan's feet returned to the ground and his arms whipped around, back fisting two men with the right, and throwing a left hay-maker into the chest of one of the two. His left foot raised again and in a high and wide arc, he took down another small handful of people. The hunters body was a blur as he whirled about, creating chaos and panic among the humans, but still not killing, or even very severely injuring any. A few broken bones, a few cases of serious whiplash that would need a neck brace for a couple of weeks, nothing too hazardous.
Soon enough, Tristan was standing amidst a few dozen unconscious and groaning bodies, more fighters either un-able or un-willing to get at Tristan. "Who's next!?"
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Roy Atenwood
Mage
So I'm a grumpy seer? Big deal. You're an idiot.
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Post by Roy Atenwood on Aug 11, 2007 22:01:38 GMT -5
The boot knife flew from Roy's boot and into a kneecap, as Roy began kicking. Yes, kicking. He had poor upper body strength, and was quite skinny. But he had lower body strengh in SPADES.
Kicking one man in the chest, he felt ribs shatter as his shin hit the man like a lead pipe. Grabbing one man's face, he threw him to the ground and stomped his chest. Blood spurted from his mouth. He would live, but never walk again.
Cause as much pain as you like, but leave them alive. Then they can suffer like the pitiful beings they are!
He projected this thought ot his allies, smirking as he tore off the hoody, revealing his black cloth shirt, but more importantly, his ears. People backed away slowly, as he rose off the floor, slightly for a moment, dropped back down, eyes glowing, and unleashed a kick combo on a man.
The man fell to the ground, crying for mercy.
"COME ON!"
Kicking another man in the temple, he spun, lifted a leg onto the man as he fell, and hopped slightly, coming down on another's head.
He did all of this with his hands in his pockets. Walking over and retrieving his knife, he watched as the humans backed away, whimpering.
"Weaklings.....want some more?"
A few people ran towards him, and he gave them the same treatment, but he was no warrior.
"Too slow!"
One managed to grab his leg, and send him spinning through the air, though. He was able to right himself, and on his feet, and sweep one leg under the man's legs, knocking him down, then stop on his chest like he had another's. He was getting tired, so he backed into the shadows to catch his breath.
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Post by The Corrector on Aug 13, 2007 10:17:13 GMT -5
~In the VIP offices.~"Yeah...Things are getting out of hand...And no ones even betting." The boss behind the deep red desk said, putting a large ringed finger onto a small button. "Start sending the boys down." He spoke into the comm which crackled back. "Yes, sir." The boss' finger pulled away from the button and he continued to watch the mayhem down below. ~Downstairs in the main area.~As the dozens of customers were put out of commission, a large metal door banged open from aways away from the largest intruder, Tristan. A rather large, cumbersome, dull looking man lumbered out of the door way wearing what looked to be a beat to shit martial arts uniform as well as a set of monks beads around his neck. "Where are they!?" He demanded in a booming voice that betrayed his low intelligence both with its tone and slight slur. Shoving some of the other men aside who were rather small in comparison. The top of the mans fiery red hair reached over seven feet, five inches into the air as he waddled side to side, locating the closest of his opponents, the black clad man with defeated men surrounding him. Bull dozing past all those in his path, he stopped before Tristan and said, "You the one causin' all this crap?" And before he had much chance to answer, would throw a rather slow left hook toward the man. Stats:Str: 24 Dex: 13 End: 28 Wis: 15 Int: 8 Eng: 18
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Chephros
Spell Caster
The Blood Ambassador
I play the game of life, Double or nothing.
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Post by Chephros on Aug 20, 2007 15:45:46 GMT -5
((Only 134 more posts until Mage....Time to get crackin'.))
He'd asked for someone to do something, and someone did do something. A hulking man came forth and moved towards Tristan. Smirking to himself, he started walking over to the Crusnik, and put his hand on the fellow student's shoulder.
"I got him, don't worry."
Removing his hand, Chephros moved to the left of Tristan, and waited. As the left hook came in, he moved forward and grabbed the hand with his own right, tilting his hand to where the backside faced in. Pulling forward on it, he brought his left arm to bear, or rather the elbow, and slammed the guy across the face, hard. His right cheekbone impacted, as well as his nose, both very hard. His momentum wasn't done though. His tail took this time to start swinging, fast and hard, towards the back of the man's neck. However, he could recover from the elbow fast enough, so Chephros acted again.
Using the still right turn based momentum, he brought his left knee up, implanting it beneath his rib cage, on the right side like always, and this caused yet another nerve shock to go through the brute's mind. Sure, he would recover, but it was over anyway. The point of the two strikes were to stun him for a few seconds to allow his tail to gather it's speed, albeit short, and slam into the person's neck and the back of his skull. That it did a moment later, and the force pretty much knocked him out for the time being. Ten, maybe a LOT more, minutes later, he would likely wake up, and they would be gone if everyone was this easy to knock out. The Tracers could deal with it from there.
That was, if everything was as it seemed, which was often never the case.
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Post by Tristan Knightrhode on Aug 20, 2007 16:08:40 GMT -5
Tristan looked at the big bitch with a smirk that said 'What if I am?' Getting ready to go bug nuts on this big bastard, Chephros came out of no where and grabbed the hunters shoulder. Needless to say this raised an eyebrow and the man said, "I'm sorry, did you want this one?" The 'I'm' being drawn out slightly before walking in the other direction toward the rest of the humans. It was time to kick some more ass, and Tristan was already pumped up.
While the blatant demon was handling the giant, Tristan got to kicking some more ass. A flurry of super human shots and another good dozen people were out of it. A couple more pant lightings were in order from a quick jet of flame out of the mans mouth as Igneus sat and watched over the sword, not having to do much since no one went near the huge blade. With all the chaos that was insuing, the people began panicking as Tristan approached, being fairly trapped, some went after him and were thrown aside by a shot to the neck or face.
It got to the point where one man just stood there, waiting to get blasted aside with a rather bored look on his face, which wrought a chuckle from the mage before he continued, taking out man after man and only taking a few hits due to the degree of fear of his adversaries as well as their physical ability. Before long, there were only a few handfuls of people left, Tristan having taken out a pretty vast portion of them himself.
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Roy Atenwood
Mage
So I'm a grumpy seer? Big deal. You're an idiot.
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Post by Roy Atenwood on Aug 21, 2007 12:56:07 GMT -5
The rest of the pitiful worms would be taken down rather quickly.
"Soanates!"
An invisible wall of pure forc e would wash over a small group of humans, knocking them out cold. He repeated this action for the othr remaining groups, while the demon dealt with the rather large, slow, and stupid man that had come out.
So, he smirked, cleaned the blood from his knife, and stuck it back in the sheath in his left boot.
"Is THIS all they have? A slow, stupid human and more of the stinking human filth? I really wish I had stayed in bed this morning."
((OOC: Short, and shitty, I know. Sorry, but my writer's block is coming back.))
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Post by The Corrector on Aug 22, 2007 10:25:41 GMT -5
The men were all taken out with relative ease before the power of the intruders. The massive man too was easily defeated as the tail smashed into his neck and he fell to his knees. If the demon didn't move he would be squashed under around four hundred pounds of muscle and bone. The impact of his massive body hitting the floor would cause a bit of a thud to ring out. As the elf shot out his own magics, the DJ was hit and the music suddenly scratched off. Those humans who were still conscious, few and far between though they were, were oblivious to the whole situation until the music cut out, even then they didn't pay much attention and simply wondered, in their own little worlds, why the music had stopped. ~The VIP office.~The boss, looking down to the floor below, returned to his desk. Pushing the button again, "They knocked out Geki. Send in another one until he wakes up." Before the man on the other side could answer, but after a short pause, "Send in Shei." And a voice crackled back, "Yes, sir." ~Down on the floor.~The metal door opened once again. Instead of some lumbering giant, a young boy walked out, a smirk on his face. The kid was no older than eight and no taller than four feet, yet he walked like he was the shit. He stopped right behind the Geki character and spoke in a voice to be expected of his body. "You the ones who knocked out Geki? You're gonna regret that one." He said confidently though even the shortest of the intruders towered high over him. There was something to this kid. The intruders, if attuned to racial differences, would feel it. Smell it even. Taste the difference in the air that surrounded the boy infront of them. Objectives:- Take Shei down and proceed through the door. - Watch Geki, something's up. Shei:Stats: Str: 18 Dex: 39 End: 14 Wis: 30 Int: 22 Eng: 18
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Chephros
Spell Caster
The Blood Ambassador
I play the game of life, Double or nothing.
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Post by Chephros on Aug 23, 2007 18:53:59 GMT -5
Now, here was a sizable problem. Chephros, having knocked out the big fella with a small chain of moves, was reasonably disappointed with his opponents. The big fella with the monk beads was supposed to end up as a challenge he would fight, considering he was apparently stronger than the regular humans in the club. Now there was this little shrimp of a kid saying they would regret doing it! How would one regret doing something that disappointed them anyway? It didn't really matter though, as something was wrong here. Chephros turned to the little brat. He looked to be something like....well, he looked like a little child, that was clearly obvious.
But he wasn't. No...he wasn't human. Being a demon himself, he knew their presence. This kid was hiding it somehow, but he was definitely a demon himself. Problem was, if he was a demon, was this other fellow one as well? If he was, then they were both big disappointments. They had barely put up a fight. Chephros simply sighed to himself, and turned to Tristan.
"You take this one, I've wasted enough on these stupid humans."
Moving to the big fellow who took up a good amount of space on the ground, Chephros simply sat on his spine. Wasn't exactly comfortable, but it was better than standing, and having a big mass to sit on made it better than the floor.
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Post by Tristan Knightrhode on Aug 23, 2007 19:02:24 GMT -5
Tristan looked around after Roy had finished with his small rampage of spells. The hunter was familiar with that spell...annoying one it was. When he saw no one was left aside from mumbling idiots, he turned around, straightening his posture. That ever so familair eyebrow raised once more as a kid walked out of the door. Wait...no. He was a demon. Not being human himself, Tristan could feel it, soon to smell it as the boys scent wafted over on the air.
When Chephros spoke, the mans black eyes panned over to the blatant demon who had taken up residence on the previous opponents carcass. "Yeah...I'd better." He said, and lowered himself. Boom, he was off, his left hand raised. Igneus jumped as he felt the magic activate and just as he did so, Shireiutz flew out of the ground from under his feet. Tristan had ended up relatively close, so the sword reached him quickly and he was soon upon the small adversary.
The smell was almost as obvious as if he'd gone over to Chephros and taken a big whiff as the man's blade swung upwards, aiming to cut the little bastard inhalf, groin first. Next one would be Roy's. This one was all Tristan's.
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