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Post by Puck on Jul 25, 2015 4:03:24 GMT
May 16, 9:32 P.M.There was a lull of city activity in San Francisco in this dilapidated part of town. But, it was silent. Only the footsteps of the Church Hunters broke the silence, but only contributed to the eeriness of the atmosphere. It was just too quiet. One streetlight flashed on and off, not deciding whether to die off or keep on illuminating the dusky streets. The street and alleyways were nearly empty of people and for good reason. The Church has sent this team to this sector of San Francisco as there were reports of the heretic Lippert visiting this area. There were an additional member, Exorcists Nilvas Garcia, who was late to the earlier briefing at Vatican City. But it goes without saying his prowess would prove useful here for the advance team. There was another team behind them, half of them armed with rifles and the other with the basic Funeral Nails, axes, and a spear. They were the team to be on standby and to ensure Lippert doesn’t leave the area if the advance team couldn’t catch him inside. They were the Reserve team. The coordinates that Father Collins from Saint Dominic's sent them have guided them towards what looked like the clearing of an abandoned warehouse just like shown in the previous briefing. But instead, this was night where it is harder to see, even with the sparsely set-up streetlights. There seemed to be an entrance near the very middle of the building on the front side they faced. A pair of doors that were closed shut. Yet there was nobody around in front of this entrance. Quiet. It is too quiet. But it didn’t stop the other team from quietly separating and wordlessly running off to assume positions. ”Can you all hear me, Advance Team?”The buzz of Father Marchesi’s voice came from their radios. He was their advisor for this mission as he outlined earlier. Where exactly he was, no one could see. But for all they knew, he probably is still at either the Vatican City or Saint Dominic’s. No one ever saw him in the latter. At least not yet. ”You need to rush to the door and break through to find him,” the voice ordered them, ”His Atelier will let him know that you are around if you take a step on that grass, but get in there anyway. That’s why we have the Reserve team. They’re to cover anywhere he’s likely to get out from if he manages to get away from you. Try to keep in touch with me. Good luck.”And the radio fell silent. OOC: Ok, I don't know why it's going by that color when I'm using the same code as in the last thread. So just go with it for now.
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Post by aerial on Jul 29, 2015 0:38:44 GMT
The heretical fortress, in the guise of an abandoned warehouse, was surrounded by a hollow forest of concrete and steel. Long abandoned by those that once lived here, it has become a kingdom of those that wish to forget or be forgotten. The flickering light that illuminated the nigh abandoned path only served to further the image of a ghost town, such that few could imagine that the lights of San Francisco were only minutes away. Their quarry would certainly feel at home in this dilapidated neighbourhood, if his apparent arrogance allowed, as it certainly would attract the less savoury crowd.
"This is the Advance Team, Father. We hear you clearly." Ekaterina chirped with in response to her unseen handler, her mood somewhat benefiting from the dreary atmosphere. Truth was, the apostle felt more comfortable sulking in the shadows than in the well furnished halls of the Vatican. Comfortable was not exactly the term, of course, as she never enjoyed how her socks would almost invariably become wet after such missions - but they were more familiar, and that counted a lot with the young apostle.
"I will take lead, yes?" Volunteering herself to take point - as that is where her firepower would be most effective in this particular case - she sprinted to the front. Those who watched the apostle would notice the obvious spring in her step. With her machine gun cradled in her arms with practiced ease, Kat seemed... eager to cross the threshold of the heretic's workshop, whatever that was. Turning back, she voiced her ignorance, pointing the questions to sister Nachspeise in particular. "Atelier, what does this word mean? All I see is an empty building." As she spoke, Ekaterina moved her fingers to disengage the safety of her firearm, though memory of her orders kept them idle.
This may have been a perfect time to use her blessed relic, allowing them to enter with a measure of surprise by bypassing the obvious point of entrance. However, given her penchant to following orders to the letter, the thought did not even occur to the girl. Rather, she waited for an answer to her question, that or signal to carry on with the task at hand.
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Post by PartyMeister on Aug 5, 2015 15:06:58 GMT
It was strange that the city of smug people, San Francisco, with their love for hybrids, vegan lifestyles, and other sorts of environmentally friendly bordering zealous level stands deserted, at least in this part of the settlement, so notorious for their religious-like fervour for all green loving agendas. An irony, that they wished for so long nature to reclaim the place, that their wish came true in the form of all those undergrowths and other moss-ridden flora that littered the scenery, Sigi noticed. Perhaps irony is just God's own way of humoring the humans whom craved for something most, and yet give it in the most absurd fashion possible. In this case, nature once more reclaimed the place, and now, the Church's own little agents skulk about like shadow prowlers, hunting and brooding with deathly intent, as to kill the targets to their fore, ever so hungry and vigorous for whatever means of killing comes about with a savory zest.
Agent Speculo, as loathe she was to have that codename, lets out a small mirthless smirk, an unconscious, and an unknown ones, as if finding amusement and merriment out of the situation. Her hands empty of any tools, save a banana, that she was currently munching on nonchalantly, before concealing the peel into one of her empty pockets. She was hungry, and her stomach protested so over her lack of breakfast, that she remedied with this food item, all the while dressed up in something that should not garner much attention in the dead of night. Something similar to the rest of the reserve team, she wore a modest set of dark blue BDUs so better to blend in with the night, body armour, and apparently that's all that is obviously discernable at a glance.
As the Father's instructions and inquiries crackled through the radio kit, von Nachspiese depressed the red button on the radio, "Loud and clear, Father." She repeats, let the man know that their communication was uncompromised, for now. Heretics tend to have a funny way of interfering with radio waves usually. However, her lull was broken with Sister Morozov's volunteering. Well, one less chip off her shoulder to worry about. Sigi was not one to prefer frontline combat either ways. So doing what any paid professionals would do in a situation like this, she followed close behind the younger aged Judas Agent, that her thoughts at the moment were about how it will get down dirty and brutal real quick.
"It's a fancy word for workshop, a studio for artist, that nonsense." Sigi answered back in a low tone, her fingers spreading from a hand each, "But let's save the questions for later, I'll answer them afterwards, alright?"
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Post by knick on Aug 6, 2015 1:58:44 GMT
San Francisco, a city filled with lives. Lives of the innocent, lives of the guilty, lives of the newborn, and the lives of the elderly. All of which was found in canopy of the ordinary, of people who lived their lives, living each day without thought of the next, people who were consumed by tomorrow and forgot to observe today. It was a city of lack of perspective, a city of ignorance. But his feelings did not matter; he was set here to cleanse a sinner, to bring a fool to justice, to crush the man who acted against god’s will. That was his mission, that was his duty, that was all there was.
This… mage, this one that sought to bring ruin upon god’s plan by bringing in the horrors from beyond, he would be found and judged for his crimes. For that was why he was here.
Nilvas looked on to the structure before him, one of the possible hide always for this filth. It was his first mission, his first time he would be able to use his training for the purpose it held. So he was not worried, but rather his blood boiled with excitement, finally ready to do his duty, to carry out his work. He tightened his handguards. And when he was done he raised them to his face and kissed them on the back, “My lord, fill my body with thy warmth, with thy presence.” He whispered, “And allow for your justice to be done.” And with that he focused his mind to his goal, keeping his mind set in his duty.
He listened to the Father’s directions, “Understood, may the lord be with you all.” He said over the radio, before he followed the small girl that dashed off as their forward, asking a question as she did so, his fists raised and held close to his chest, narrowing his body as much as he could as he ran. As he heard the response from one of his comrade, a much older woman, he nodded, “Acceptable, try and keep conversation to a minimum.” He told them curtly.
Distractions would only bring risk.
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Post by Tulf on Aug 7, 2015 22:35:42 GMT
Rosaire’s demeanour was about as one would expect for the meek apostle’s first mission – quaking knees, a nervous stutter, and a pocket-sized bible close to his heart. It was just an abandoned warehouse… but for the boy who had forever been in the careful hands of the Church, even that much seemed intimidating. It wasn’t evil, but he could feel the dread around it… or perhaps it was just the briefing that had filled his head with the idea that it was so inherently villainous. Regardless, the young boy was clearly mortified – and the fact that he’d been left out regarding… something after the briefing just made him a bit more uneasy. The Church wouldn’t hide anything bad from him though, right? Maybe it was just extra orders or something… The weapons surrounding him did nothing more to ease his nerves – that girl with the gun; she seemed so nice before… but now, she seemed like a hungry dog; eager for a fight. That older agent; she seemed as darkly humoured as always. Who brought a banana to a mission where they might die? What kind of joke did she think this was? And, finally… the paladin. Righteous, upstanding, mature and brave; and with such devout words. His mere presence made Rosaire feel so much safer, leading the comparatively tiny apostle to stick near to Nilvas. ”Kind Jesus, hear my prayer Hide me within your wounds, And keep me close to you. Defend me from the evil enemy, And call me at the hour of my death, To the fellowship of your saints; That I might sing your praise with them, For all eternity. Amen…”Rosaire let the quiet prayer slip away into the evening air as his compatriots bantered, before following the lead that Ekaterina had forged. Unlike his compatriots, Rosaire was rather lacking in armour – as an apostle focussed on support, and more of an icon of the Church than even his fellow apostle, he had just been left with some slightly reinforced robes rather than true body armour. Although certainly better (and more dignified) than his usual habit, they weren’t going to do much against bullets or blades… not to mention the dark robes looked rather oversized on the boy, and left his bright blonde hair sticking like a sore thumb; even with the hood on. Giving just a shy nod upon hearing the others’ orders, Rosaire just seemed distracted by the situation – understandable, given his unease. It seemed like he was the only one who thought this man could be forgiven… was there a point where white and black could meet again? Even if they were just going to aim to shoot to kill, even a villain should be given the chance to pray before they passed away. It was just like in the bible… someone had to pray for those who would never pray for their own salvation.
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Post by aerial on Aug 11, 2015 6:07:57 GMT
There were many ways to categorize those in the service of the Church, some are rather complex and delve into complexities of the human psyche. Ekaterina, on the other hand, maintains a simple three-tiered system. First, there were those who were far too serious. Often veterans who face the darkness of the world with the steely determination of a lone survivor. She did not understand these people; they were doing the Lord's work, they should smile more often. Then, there are those who view it all as a game, those who leap into the fray with fangs bared in an ecstatic grin. Barely sane, a necessary evil. Some may suggest that the young apostle would fit into the latter category, given her cheerful attitude even amidst such moral decay. However, they would have been wrong.
She merely approached her tasks with due devotion, and nothing else - which made her a perfect agent in some respects. Though Kat takes it to an extreme and completely separates her personal life from her duties. A detachment so absolute that allowed her to linger on the definition of unknown words and other equally mundane thoughts, even mere moments before breaking into a hostile stronghold. That being said, the replies she received from the elder members of the Advance Team a bit more personal that they may have intended - given that she aimed to start a friendly conversation to get to know the others better.
"Ah... I-I... see." The girl from the Urals whimpered as she tried to hide her face behind her oversized gorget, embarrassed by the apparent rejection. Turning back towards their objective, she continued with a dejected apology. "S-Sorry." Sparing a moment to glance over her shoulder left her disappointed, as her final hope - Sister Lebeau - did not seem to be in the mood to chat either. With a mental sigh, Ekaterina accepted the awkward atmosphere and lead the team closer to their entry point - there was nothing else to do at this point.
"Is everyone ready?" She whispered upon their arrival, her voice hushed and lacking both her enthusiasm from the briefing and the dejection from a moment ago. With a flick of her thumb, Ekaterina disengaged the safety on her weapon as they were now in enemy territory; there were no civilians here. Once more, she looked over her shoulder, eyeing the other members of the team in turn, giving each a moment to voice their objections; lingering a moment longer on the younger apostle.
If there were none, she would slip on the headphones hanging around her neck. Moments after, the relative silence of the night would be broken by a chorus of gunshots. A dozen rounds would scream into the wooden door, effectively splitting it vertically, letting the relatively frail apostle force her way through. There was no room for subtlety tonight, Father Marchesi had told them that. A comforting thought, as Ekaterina was not suited for subtlety. No, rather, this was how many of her missions started. Before the ruined halves of the door could hit the floor, the apostle would take several steps inside, making sure that the others would have room to enter and spread out, before spraying the warehouse with another dozen rounds. All the while keeping a serene expression on her face, introducing her own song to the cacophony of her machine gun.
"Kyrie, Christe, Kyrie Eleison."
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Post by Puck on Aug 11, 2015 18:20:46 GMT
The bullets tore through like paper, shredding that wooden door that used to be connected to the hinge. It was an empty room with a connection to a hallway. The space was at least wide enough for the team to stand side by side. It was dark, but illumination was present at the very end where there seemed to be even more light emanating and the sound of machines churning. It almost seemed as if there was some unspoken sign of telling the team to "come on in". Yet, there seemed to be something coming out and almost blotting out the light. It was huge. Hulking with a massive height. A giant of black garb with what looked like organic purple-ish tubes lining around its shoulders. Its face appeared to be comprised of a grotesque patchwork of skin. They could hear him growl through its lip-less teeth. But for some on the team, they could feel dread welling in their stomachs. It is a familiar sensation if one dealt with Horrors before, a sensation attributed by the "Nemesis". Ability Used: Name: Nemesis Description: The common ability of the Horrors. Because of their completely unnatural existence, they give off an aura that easily cause fear, anxiety, and other such negative emotions on the people around them (except their fellow Horrors). Those affected will take a total of two minus modifiers in their physical stats. This can be resisted by mental-resisting/emotional-resisting abilities or something of Bravery's nature. However, those who are easily sensitive to their environment will also take an additional - modifier. Especially those of elven lineage. The existence of these Horrors can cause some electronics to work improperly or at an inferior quality. Thus, requiring special equipment to deal with them. Rank: E
It ran. No, more like it's charging at them with shoulder bared at them. Its speed is considerable for such a hulking creature. Yet, it was reckless and scary for sure as each step could be felt by the team ahead of it. Strength: ? Endurance: ? Agility: E. Technique Used: Name: Bulldozer Description: A specific kind of tackle that throws oneself towards the enemy. It grants a speed of D+ and a damage of D rank. Rank: D
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- Eliminate the Horror and move on.
OOC: I believe only Rosaire would be affected by the ability.
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Post by PartyMeister on Aug 12, 2015 20:22:15 GMT
Somehow despite all feelings screaming at her that this mission was going to go FUBAR quickly in the face of an abnormally creepy corridor, surreal horror environment, and also the fact that she could feel the hair at the back of her neck rising, something told Sigi that this was going to be a fabulous day of looting. She had one thing in her mind, and it was that bloody hat Lippurt wore, it was at the top of her list, and it was all that was plaguing her mind, well, besides that, and the ever encompassing feeling of her self-preservation instincts telling her to get the Hell out, run away, and never look back, but she pushed it aside. She's not brave, but she's clinical about it. Something unnatural was causing this, and she was staring ahead for the source whilst standing directly behind the firearm totting younger sister. It was tall, it was at the end of the corridor, and it was damn angry.
"JESUS CHRIST. That is the ugliest bastard I've seen in a long time, and I've seen Father Michelangelo." Sigi rambled on, already feeling a bit sick looking at something that should not be. Reaching for her pocket, she wanted to produce a Holy Grenade, already hasted in her desperation to pull out a weapon at the sight of something closing the distance fast, what she felt and got in her hand was not the Holy Hand Grenade, what Sigi realized she had in her hand was the same banana peel she pocketed earlier when she brought it up to her face for inspection, staring at it blankly. "Oh you've got to be KIDDING ME." the Judas Agent thought, reaching for her other pocket with the free hand in search of the damned grenades. She got it. With both her hands occupied, she discarded the banana peel by flinging it in front of her over the other and younger Judas Agent's head, unto the path of the raging behemoth who looks like a mutant from some cheesy Japanese video game, landing squarely there. With both her hands free, Sigi pulled the pin, primed the damn water grenade, foregoing the counting of three, and flung it in front of the creature's path as well, as it rolled before the closing in beast that should be halfway across the corridor in its mad sprint relative to the woman.
That being done, she felt her role in brute force has come to an end, and since she hadn't entered the room, she scattered away from the door frame by running backwards, not once letting the sight of the entryway they were about to enter leave her vision. Making as much distance as she can in a diagonal fashion right of the doorway so to let others more equipped to deal with this creature with their big armaments that she sorely lacks.
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Post by knick on Aug 14, 2015 6:33:31 GMT
As they arrived at the entrance to the aging building, he watched the surroundings, wary of what might await them, observing for the chance of something striking them from surprise. He paid little mind to the sound of gunfire ripping through the night, and quickly entered the structure.
An empty hall, with nothing particularly noteworthy about it other than the light from the room on the other side, and then it appeared.
Their way was blocked, blocked by a monstrosity of flesh and being. An abomination, an aberrant, something that was not a part of god’s plan, and as he saw it his conviction, his drive to stop the man who was their pray grew ever more, focusing his mind and rendering the presence it have hollow to Nilvas, for he would judge the beasts which defaced god’s work.
And so it began to charge, only for a grenade to be thrown into its path, preventing him from trying to stop the beasts charge. His eyes widened slightly, and his teeth grounded together. “Move!” He ordered firmly as he turned back to the entrance and ran, immediately exiting the hallway. Along the way grabbing the small blond haired girl that stood just outside the door and in his path, dragging her to the side with him out of the beast’s charge path
They needed to get out of the hall; there was not enough room to move inside, especially against a beast of that size.
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Post by Tulf on Aug 14, 2015 14:33:35 GMT
Understandably as nervous as ever; Rosaire would gently creep along behind the rest of the group – however, as Ekaterina prepared her entrance, the boy would not give any response… this was real. The apostle was still wrangling with that fact. Until now, his job had been ceremonial or ritual duties… now, he was supposed to be a killer? There had been some training, certainly; but to go out with nary a weapon and fight monsters? He loved the Church, but this – was like a bad dream. He wanted to just lay his fingers on an organ instead… Admittedly, the thunder of Kat’s choice in weapon was not entirely unlike being at the forefront of an organ’s sound; however it involved a lot more ears popping and being partially blinded by muzzle flash – suffice to say, this was Rosaire first proper encounter with a gun, let alone one of this calibre, and that wasn’t really something any amount of books and advice could prepare you for. To his credit, Rosaire stood fast (cringing aside, at least) as he watched the door being shredded; his heart pounding to the beat of the gunfire… this wasn’t a dream. But, with a force like this with them, surely they would be safe. What could stand up to this? Rosaire had expected a chill to emanate through the open hallway – it certainly looked like it ought to be cold and miserable or something, but it was even lit up and relatively clean… what was going on here? A trap? While previously just leaning around the doorway, now the young apostle’s blonde hair bounced as he crept forward… then, the light disappeared. This was a dream. This was a dream. This was a dream. This was a dream.THIS WAS A DREAM.It had been twelve years since Rosaire had ever seen a Horror. Sometimes, he liked to lie to himself. His parents died to natural causes. His parents and home were lost to a fire. Sometimes, he even lied to others. He just wanted to close his eyes and pretend it all never happened. But, his mind was never so kind. He heard it. Now, he could hear it again, clear as day. The reason he’d ended up in the Church. The reason he was an apostle. The reason – he was so alone. ”Bonne nuit et fais de beaux rêves...”This was – a dream. In the midst of the group’s chaotic mix of reactions, the apostle just sunk to his knees as the situation disappeared around him – utterly unresponsive. On one hand, he was thankfully at least fairly out of the way – but on the other hand, he was also still freezing up on the opposite end of a charging beast. Thankfully, it seemed the team had its own charging beast… as Rosaire felt his heart fall away into nothingness, something torn it back up – w-wait, no; it tore him back?! As he was grabbed and dragged aside with utter ease, the boy finally came back to reality; desperately clutching at his scarf as his heart finally began once again. There was a demon. There was a monster. It was terrifying, but – but he owed the Church. He owed this man, he owed this team, he owed – two people who’d been very important to him. So, he couldn’t freeze up here! Even though he was still terrified… if a paladin believed in him, then he could believe in himself! Eyebrows furrowing, Rosaire regained his footing beside his allies – even if he couldn’t fight, he was surely still important! But, he’d be a lot more important while he was alive! Thankfully recognising he was woefully unequipped to handle the beast head-on compared to his armed allies, Rosaire ducked back along the wall of the warehouse – while Sigi might have a good point in running diagonally instead, the young apostle got the image of the charging beast smacking into the wall for some reason… too many movies, maybe? In any case, it wouldn’t be wise to put all their eggs in one basket and stick together like that. Still, he didn’t want to just flee either… they believed in him! Maybe! He should at least stick around for healing’s sake, anyway…
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Post by aerial on Aug 15, 2015 5:51:28 GMT
At first, there was nothing. Nothing but the sound of bullets burrowing into aged plaster. Nothing but a dying light at the end of a hallway. Then, the light vanished, replaced by a silhouette of something that should not have been, and the shaking of the earth. A monster - no, this was an abomination barrelled through the narrow hallway. It was massive. It was wrong. It caused adrenaline to flood into her system; each drop of blood like fire as it coursed through her veins. However, Ekaterina took comfort in the familiar warmth on her back and was not afraid.
She was ready.
Fighting horrors were an unfamiliar concept for Kat, who had seen them only from a distance or in their dying haze, but she knew that mercy was wasted on this thing. It was sin made manifest and the sooner it was put down, the better it was for all. Thus, with righteous - if albeit unrestrained - zeal, the raven-haired apostle squeezed the trigger on her firearm once more - her fingers pale; denied blood by her anxious grip. A hail of lead filled the hallway, the narrow passage guiding most to their mark. That being said, zeal was not an excuse to be foolish. Particularly not in front of a charging beast, nor when a primed grenade lay merely feet away.
Forced into a fighting retreat, she did not sing, allowing her machine gun to defiantly retort to the bestial growl issued by the monster. The young apostle fired until she outside once more, at which point she jumped aside. Hopefully without bumping into the others when she did, as the headset muffled their voices made it difficult to coordinate - not that Kat was thinking about it at all. Rather, she was focused on the walking heresy that was rapidly closing in, the explosive that was about to detonate... and the speck of yellow in the corner of her eye.
"Was that a banana?" She whimpered as she hit the ground, her voice stained by disbelief.
((OOC: I'll be changing her speech font to this new color from now on. Too many blue. It wasn't blue to begin with... I just kind of used the "most recent". Also, color palette plug-in should now be available to everyone.))
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Post by Puck on Aug 15, 2015 6:51:38 GMT
Same Music AgainA charging behemoth that came at them with abandon and with speeds considerable to its size. They were clearly retreating and this thing was clearly going to pursue them, there's no doubt about it. But they weren't heading back as passively. A grenade was thrown at it, yet it continued to run at them. Did it care? Or was it even capable of caring in the first place? Whatever the case, it seems to have ignored the incoming threat. At least until it exploded at him. The explosive reverberated its noise throughout the hallway. A spray of holy water splattered all over the giant and the forceful burst from the grenade hit it head on. Yet, it continued onwards. Bits of the long dark garb was torn around the shoulders. The skin of its face was a bright red, showing the irritation the grenade had on it. It seemed to lack the ability to even pause in pain. Lead hornets burst through the shower of sanctified water. The monstrosity held up its tree trunk-like forearms as if they were shields. The bullets ripped through the Kevlar-ed sleeves. But, none has hit the head as holes dotted around the forearms and blue glowing ichor oozed from the wounds. It flexed its fingers out and then grasped hard. Each bullet popped out from the wounds and dropped onto the concrete floor of the hallway. Equipment Used: Name: Kevlar Trenchcoat Description: A whole trenchcoat stitched out of Kevlar and provides a large range of protection. As this level of Kevlar is only good for defending against handgun rounds, rifle rounds are likely to rip through it. Especially at the same rank. Rank: E
Ability Used: Name: Muscle Flex (Protection) Description: The natural ability to flex one's muscles. However, it is possible to make more use of this ability to protect the body's internals if not the externals. By going past the limits of flexing, it allows one to also "block and catch" attacks with mere muscle power if an attack were to puncture into the user's body and would require strength of C rank to pull oneself away from the muscles. Rank: D
Yet, it could not see the banana peel that had been laid in front of it just as it dashed onwards It slipped. Yes. A giant behemoth like this Horror fell prey to this over-used gimmick of a joke. It slipped forward and then started to roll all the way through the hallway. Each bounce and roll caused the ground to tremble as it made its way towards the entrance like some bouncing ball. Same Music Like Last TimeThere was a crash as it finally stopped at the entrance, the ground shaking once more. Yet, it didn't pause to stop as it quickly got back on its feet soon now that its enemies were outside. At the least it has some priorities and those were focused onto Ekaterina. Repeating the last time, it threw itself towards her into a tackle. Technique Used:Name: Bulldozer Description: A specific kind of tackle that throws oneself towards the enemy. It grants a speed of D+ and a damage of D rank. Rank: D Strength: D Endurance: D Agility: D
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Post by PartyMeister on Aug 18, 2015 19:08:33 GMT
If there is a chance in the mission to screw up, it is always best to get it out of the way first, as Sigi always thought, after all, if anything, being sicced by an evil Magician's pet Horror was DEFINITELY the start of the mood of the entire mission that things will go awry, banana notwithstanding. At the very least, the female Judas Agent found herself outside, and within welcome company of space expanding outwards that made her dimensions very accessible, and not as confining as the death sentence that was the corridor within, which would've no doubt saw her reduced into fine pink vapour from that Horror's ugly exterior.
There was one obvious thing to do, and no, she was not going to charge and attack the Horror like some courageous maniac. There were people for those, and von Nachspiese was not one of them, so instead, she merely flicked the radio on, reached into it, and spoke the magic words, and it was not money. "Uh... Command, this is Sister von Nachspiese, we have an urgent problem requiring fire support ASAP. We've got a Horror that your reserve team should have clear visual over to neutralize, and we need it NOW. Please comply, over." That being done, she flicked it off, it's not like they shouldn't use their entire arsenal with reservations, when that huge behemoth threw it out of the window.
Standing a bit farther from the others outside as she spanned away from the horrid abomination, she watched, and waited, only to be greeted by the sight of... that Horror, having apparently slipped on a banana given the way it was not running and was more rolling which was inefficient, that she did not think would work, EVER. Sigi suppressed a muffled chuckle to the sight that was just outright ridiculous, considering the gravity of the situation, and the exact foe they were facing, reduced to... THIS joke of a gimmick actually working.
There was one thought besides overriding fear on Sigi's brain, and that was she should eat bananas more often. They were nutritious.
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Sept 21, 2015 15:24:26 GMT
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Post by knick on Aug 20, 2015 7:53:20 GMT
As Rosaire stood using her own strength, a look of certainty gracing her features, Nilvas turned his full attention back to the abomination, only in time to see it step out of the hallway entrance. But it did not matter, for simply a moment later it rose to its feet and charged at his other young ally, Ekaterina.
He would not allow it.
And so as it began to charge Nilvas moved, coming at it from its side, his fists raised. With its focus on Ekaterina it was no difficulty, but if he had moved even a moment later, or if he had come from behind, he would not have been able to reach it. And at the moment he reached it he left fist shoot out in a hook, smashing against the back of one of the charging creature’s legs with all his strength his arm could muster.
All things that ran required movement caused by the knee joint, however, at the same time, it was the greatest weakness to anything that ran, because should that movement is disrupted or control of it be lost for even a moment then it would fall. It was no different than something running down a hill, only to lose control and tumble down it. But in this case, Nilvas would simply facilitate that action, and by doing so make an opening for his allies.
It was no technique, no special attack that only few could do. At the speed the beast was charging he only had time for this one attack.
It was just a strike, a strike for the purpose of making the beast fall.
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Sept 14, 2016 12:27:57 GMT
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Administrator
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Post by Tulf on Sept 11, 2015 15:31:31 GMT
While very thankful to be not be the target of the rampaging beast, Rosaire was still in no kind of state to join Nilvas nor Kat in retaliating against the beast… unsurprisingly the boy hadn’t quite noticed the embarrassing mishap in the corridor in his mortified haste to get somewhere away from it, and probably for the better. Mixed-messages in the midst of trauma were messy. However, with a particularly generous amount of room between him and it the young apostle summoned what little courage he had in order to get back to the task at hand. Err, if he could. Not having weapons wasn’t good. Watching Nilvas charge in with a strange fiery grace that reminded him dimly of the slow but thunderous fire of a cannon with the sharp strikes, Rosaire was especially distracted – but not enough to notice Kat getting into trouble in a hurry. ”Miss Apostle, behind you! Run!” called out the boy, doing a whole load of nothing, although in his defence he hadn’t much else he could do between paralysing fear and a lack of offensive capabilities. Ugh, this is why he was set for menial work, not this kind of stuff! He just wanted to run away… would the Lord judge him harshly if he did, in the midst of this much pressure? His conscious was really cracking now… ( OOC: Very sorry about the wait! Lost track of my posts a bit in the admin business!)
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