TRP is a post-Great War AU RWBY RP set in Mistral City and Haven Academy with no canons, no rank claims, no maidens, and no god interference. We offer a progression system and site-wide events that change the setting based on player actions.
Post by Argent Steele on Jan 18, 2021 12:22:03 GMT -5
I know you got hate in you. Most do. Trick is to use it, 'stead of it usin' you.
But you know this. Vengeance is a motivator, not the motive. Don't hunt 'em 'cause you been wronged. Hunt 'em 'cause what they did was wrong. There's a world of difference there, kid. One makes you selfish. The other makes you a hero.
And I see a hero in you.
❝
Having safely disarmed the bombs, Argent shouted over to his one time classmate to stop using his Semblance, as the immediate threat was over. Continuing to spin those bombs around, regardless of the fact that he had cut the wires that would allow them to detonate, ran the risk of causing random debris to hit either the Dust canisters within the bombs or the battery packs that were still attached to them. They might have been cut off from receiving their detonation signal, but they were still explosive material packed around a reactive core, and liable to go off if one kept agitating them like that. That being said, however, Nicholas didn't comply - whether it was because he was legitimately unable to hear due to the noise his Semblance was creating in the enclosed space or if he had heard it but didn't care, the snake Faunus couldn't tell. Setting his teeth and loosing a hiss of distaste, Argent raised his voice again - no longer at the other young man within the mess, but at the civilians still within the area.
"Go!" he barked, taking into account that most of their injuries appeared to be minor enough that they could walk, with only a few too injured for that. A little encouragement in that fashion was enough to break most of them from their reverie, and they started streaming out through the exits. The Huntsman trainee looked around, caught sight of a flash of purple hair in the mess of debris - and immediately whipped around, focused on it. There it was again - Kishka, apparently, had gotten the worst of Nicholas' Semblance, and was unable to escape. Casting his eyes about for a brief moment, Argent sprinted towards her and leapt - once, twice, three times, rebounding off of pieces of furniture caught within the vortex before grabbing on to Kishka around her midsection and hugging her close. From there, he used his Semblance to pull the both of them to the ground, his palm gripping on to a table that had slammed into them. With the combined weight too heavy for the winds to continue lifting, they sank to the ground, and it was an easy thing from there to carry her away from the worst of the Semblance, until she could get her own footing.
Argent looked her over carefully, checked that her Aura was unbroken, then nodded once - and went back to the injured, lifting a man with a shard of wood through his leg up and over his back, ignoring the yelp of pain. There was precious little time to be gentle when bombs were still flying about.
"Help me get them out," he said, on the way past her to the exit.
"And then we stop Nicholas from doing something we're all going to regret."
Attempting problem: Save Kishka from The Whirly Dirly Death Trap (Obstacle 14) Skill used: Agility C + Heroism Roll: [10] + 4 + 8 = 21 (SUCCESS)
WHISPER OF THE WYRM (SEMBLANCE): [RANK C]
SERPENT'S BENEDICTION: SPEED OF THE SCYLLA (SPEED) [RANK E] SERPENT'S BENEDICTION: DANCE OF THE DRAGON (AGILITY) [RANK C] SERPENT'S BENEDICTION: GLARE OF THE GORGON (MARKSMANSHIP) [RANK E] SERPENT’S BENEDICTION: WINGS OF THE WYVERN (ACROBATICS) [RANK F] SERPENT’S BENEDICTION: TALONS OF THE TARASQUE (MARTIAL ARTS)[RANK F]
OUROBOROS (WEAPON): [RANK E]
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MADE BY MIZO
Last Edit: Jan 18, 2021 12:22:51 GMT -5 by Argent Steele
Post by Berwyn Rhodes on Jan 18, 2021 13:23:44 GMT -5
The pint-sized medic had perhaps not the best bedside manner Berwyn ever encounter, but her direct tone was honestly more what Berwyn needed right now than anything else. She could do with the ‘get of your butt and help out’ attitude. “A long night indeed… yeah…”
Taking it easy for now and having a check up later sounded good. Not that she would think the doctors would say anything she didn’t already knew. Take it easy and mind your meds was the most common answer she got. Considering quitting being a huntress came after that. There was even one who said she should consider a different diet.
No way Berwyn was giving up bacon.
Still, Opal seemed to know at least the basics concerning medicine as he named the same medication Berwyn was supposed to have on her tonight. She answered as Opal was already jogging away. “Fine, we will have that talk! You just make sure you get through the night as well.”
Berwyn ran… or more so… jogged behind Opal though when she met Chloro the giantess took a moment to do two things. One, she made sure she was in the right head space not to shoot at the mute woman right now for the stunt she pulled. That is unneeded emotion right now that Berwyn needed to use to do something productive.
And two, she took note of the limp that Chloro seemed to be having. Most likely broken, or heavily sprained. Regardless of what it was, there was a 9/10 chance that it was caused by the motor accident of earlier. Either that or the injury happened moments after it by some unrelated tragedy that seemed to befall everyone today. Like the city was caught in a spell of bad luck.
“Now, don’t struggle. Let me help you get over towards the others. We will talk about what happened… when we are not in danger… or other people are in danger.” Berwyn hobbled over towards Bianca, gave one look down towards her fellow student, and offered her to take her arm to lean on. If walking proved to be that difficult, Berwyn offered to just carry her. It wasn’t like she was heavy anyway.
As the two were moving on their own pace, they could see the rescue operation of Bianca and Opal in full display. It was quite a clever plan. Then again, Berwyn had no idea if it was actually a plan or not just some quick improvisation to get everyone out of there. Opal was still busy with her rescue attempt when Berwyn and Chloro would join the scene, causing the giantess to give a slightly pained smile towards Bianca. “Rough day too, huh? For me it was a crash and a car being thrown at me. You?”
Berwyn assisted in pointed people towards the direction of shelters or buildings that weren’t going to just collapse if you blew against them hard enough. Maybe that wasn’t a fair assessment of Mistral’s building codes but if they could make everything perhaps half as sturdy as in Argus, things wouldn’t be destroyed half as much… Not enough sturdy brick.
The two idiots who seemed to care more about their TV than anything else were funny for a moment. Till they fell. Someone else who Berwyn didn’t recognize jumped in to help, but in doing so this redhead seemed to cause only more problems. One of which was the ground giving way.
Berwyn and Chloro were far enough to not fall down themselves, and they had a good enough view from where they stood to see the helpless Russet be injured on the ground. “I will get you out of there! Don’t worry!”
And with that Berwyn let go of Chloro, activated her semblance, and slowly glided down the same hole on the ground Russet fell through. Rocks were still falling so she didn’t exactly had time to see if this stranger was able to be moved. Nor if her Aura was going to hold many of those falling rocks. She just scooped up Russet, and gave the introduction as she was already flying upward, bobbing and weaving to miss the worst rocks from hitting them. “Name is Berwyn, huntress in training, here to rescue you. I like your hair.”
After coming back to the surface, Berwyn placed Russet down softly while looking around to find Opal again. Or well, anyone who didn’t just had a heart attack and were sweating buckets for pulling a stunt like just now. “Anyone can offer assistance? I think she broke her leg!”
She was shouting that, so there must be a measure of truth to it. Berwyn took out her scroll. Not to watch any messages, but to check how much aura she actually had left after all of that.
7%
Well… better than nothing. Enough to hopefully keep her heart from giving out right about now.
Post by Bianca Sabbato on Jan 18, 2021 14:36:50 GMT -5
The woman took aim and shoot with her weapon directly at me. I sidestepped a little to try and save myself as much damage as I could. But some pellets still managed to find my body. They didn’t do that much damage, to be honest. But sooner or later, I would be in big trouble when they decided to shoot me all at once.
For now, they seemed content with laughing like hyenas and sending the occasional projectile in my direction. The ones unarmed even grabbed some rocks and debris and went ham trying to nack me in the head with it. Idiots.
It was like they plainly didn’t care about the building currently being held solely by a column of solidified earth. One that I needed my aura to maintain in the first place. If my aura broke, it wasn’t only me who would likely die, but all of the inhabitants as well.
Was this what gangs had come to? I mean, mine was not perfect. But we knew wanton destruction was a prime ticked to being pursued by the authorities for the rest of our lives. Also, crime was a business. In, out, and away. No place for things like playing with prey in a clearly dire situation. A tinge of frustration washed over my face.
I would have taken down the target in about two seconds and would be already out and about. These people... They were just assholes...
It was then that a new arrival captured all of our attention... It was the weirdly dressed girl again. And she kneeled in front of me like she was some kind of knight out of a fairy tale. Saying I was doing a good job and shit.
-Uh...- I replied. A little lost for words, but nonetheless unfearing for the woman’s safety. Never did I truly believed these wannabe gangsters posed a real threat to her after seeing her deal with the Geist with ease.
The criminals, apparently, had missed her previous display of power. And where none the wiser as to how screwed up they were if they thought they stood a chance against her. They shot at her, and the lunar-themed girl did what anyone would do when faced with violent opposition.
I eyed her weapon creation skill with interest. It was a pretty singular ability, and in a moment of clarity, I wondered if I could try doing something similar somewhere down the line... Something that didn’t burn out all of my aura in the process, of course.
I was pretty at ease with the violent display at first. As the woman proceeded to break down the enemy auras with a grace and speed that left me admiring her swordsmanship. At that rate, she would manage to beat them up and leave them running with their tails between their legs in no time!
At least, that is what I thought would happen. Before things took a turn for the grim. The first death was justifiable to an extent. Even if she was absolutely dominating the fight. There was a chance the adrenaline got the better of her and clouded her judgment. Not ideal, but something understandable in the heat of the moment.
Everything that transpired beyond that point was not.
-Wait... What are you...?- I asked from my position as I could do nothing but watch how the girl tossed her weapon at a fleeing enemy like a lance. Killing them on impact.
But this was not all. I watched in desperate awe as the woman transformed her moonlight blade into some kind of energy weapon. And proceeded to pick off the assailants that had clearly surrendered and were clearly just trying to run for their lives right then.
My alleviated expression from before slowly turned into a thin line of neutrality, of nothingness. As I assessed the situation. My eyes darting left and right to try and gain a tactical understanding of the surrounding area.
One of my hands was already going for a dust grenade in my pocket. I wasn't very good with them yet, but their area of effect might be big enough to stop the woman from carrying on with her killing spree. While the other unsheathed one of my two unnamed spears from out of my back.
I knew I was being a hypocrite and that those soldiers at Kerch probably felt the same way when faced with someone like me. But I still considered myself with enough of a clear mind to admit the situation was like night and day. Those fuckers were not part of a greater force directly involved with the problem fucker at hand.
Those were criminals, likely murderers, as well... But when you had overwhelming strength and no need to use it. It said something about you that your first instinct was resorting to murder. Luckily, the woman seemed to collapse on the spot, likely too tired from overexerting her semblance to needlessly kill retreating people.
I was about to approach when I saw some of my classmates approaching. The first one was Opal. The doctor guy, girl? Whatever the hell they were. And after a small gesture, he went inside to help with evacuations. Erytheia was doing something similar already. but Opal’s ice semblance seemed to be doing a better job at that by creating a slide for the people to fall back to safety.
Berwyn came close later. I didn’t even know she was here at all. But apparently, she was, which also explained Chloro’s presence here. The giantess flashed a weak smile at me. I wasn’t much in the humor of replying since the previous act of brutality perpetrated by the lunar girl had left me with a sour flavor in my mouth.
But, in the end. I decided to humor my cute big oaf of a roommate. Deciding that a little levity wouldn’t be unaccounted for.
-I was frozen solid into a giant ice cube, bombarded by Geists, threatened by gangsters, and more. But it was worth it just to see your pretty face... I’m taking the longest bath of my life once this is done, and I fully expect you will be joining me in that endeavor-
I quickly shot in her direction, my eyes still fixated on the building and the rescuing operation ensuing. A couple moments later, Berwyn joined into the efforts too.
Sadly, people had a penchant for being stupid in this city. So I couldn’t be mad at Opal when the whole structure didn’t manage to withstand the combined weight of the imbeciles trying to save their TV. And came crashing down in his direction.
I knew he had an aura, so I wasn’t so worried about him as I was for the fuckers in the way. But just then, a very familiar face decided to pop up from the sides.
A certain pink-haired menace that nevertheless managed to save both Opal and the civilians, and who seemed just about to get out of harm’s way herself.
Before she kinda... I dunno, slipped? I knew Russet could do some funky shit whit her semblance, but I didn’t know to which extent she could fuck with the laws of physics. So it was a surprise watching her fall out into the tv and had the big-ass chunk of ice crush her afterward.
And as much as I wanted to say I hated Russet, as much as I tried to convince myself I didn’t care. I felt my heart skip a beat when that happened.
-Russet!- I yelled into the nothingness. Knowing full well that there was nothing I could do for her. Else the building would collapse all over her from me losing my concentration.
Luckily, Berwyn was already on the case. Using her semblance, she was more than able to glide down and pull out a quick rescue operation on Russet. Pulling her out of danger in less than a minute and finally allowing me to stop exerting my semblance over the building.
Frantically, I gave a quick look over to the building. It was in complete silence, not a single soul inside. The very second I deemed it safe. I created several localized holes in the stone building. And let go of my semblance. Making the building collapse in site while making sure it wouldn’t hurt anyone on it’s way out.
Once the building was down, I ran towards Russet. Forgetting for a second about all of our bad blood and the most unsavory parts of our past. she was hurt and needed help.
Using my semblance, I took out two long sticks of stone from the pavement. They were solid. So they would hold onto their form even after I stopped using my powers on them.
Ripping the lower part of my tunic, I produced two long strips of cloth and took hold of Russet’s leg (and ignoring each and any kind of pained expression or reaction on her part) Afterwards I proceeded to tie the stone sticks all over the length of her leg, making sure the injure was immobile.
-Doc! Come check out if this will hold alright!- I screamed towards Opal, who was nearby, recovering from his previous stunt but at large unharmed.
While I waited, still sticking closely to Russ. I took out my scroll, dialing yet another emergency number of a retired doctor that wasn’t a member of the band. But who often worked with us when we became injured during missions.
I knew it was dangerous, putting myself on the radar again. Calling for so many favors to so many people from my past in one night. But it was an emergency, so no use in beating around the bush. I would deal with the consequences of my actions later.
Luckily, the doctor responded faster than I expected. And was more than willing to come and provide assistance, so it seemed my gambit was going to pay off.
-Russet!. You remember Doctor Oc? The faunus one that used to treat us?-
I said. Not realizing I had plenty of haven students around me. Whom may be wondering how did I know this criminal to treat her with such familiar terms.
-He says he’s on the way. He can help you get back on your feet, what you do after that is on you- I said, standing up and leaving her to be treated by the professionals.
-Just... Try and not to do something stupid for once, alright?- And with that, I decided to get as far away from her as I could.
My next stop was beside the lunar girl. She was sprawled in the ground with clear signs of exhaustion. But in this case. I didn’t even try to provide assistance.
Instead, I took out one of my spears and held it dangerously close to her neck. A neutral expression remained on my face, and my voice was level as I gave the woman a warning that I expected she wouldn’t forget.
-You executed four persons... Consider yourself lucky that we have more pressing matters at hand than dealing with you. Else I would be arresting you right here and now... As bad as we at Haven had been. You Kozaks seem awfully consistent in using deadly force as a first measure-
And with that, I left the girl just laying there in the ground. Some other people could take care of her. For now, we had a killer to hunt down.
-Alright!- I bellowed to all the trainees and people around me, making sure to grab their attention to the best of my abilities. -The killer is still on the loose, and we need all the help we can get to take him down. But to do that, we need transportation for all who want to pursue him. Anyone knows of a way to reach him quickly?-
I asked the night air around me. It was clear some of us wouldn’t, or couldn’t pursue the killer in our condition. But those who still wanted to do so needed a way to reach the bastard.
2018 / 5861 Words Attempting problem "Break a Leg" Has Taken On a New Meaning (Social 10)
Using semblance C + Heroism
Result: 5 + 12 = 17 (SOLVED)
New Problem! "Ubers don't often roam the streets when a killer's on the loose..." (Obstacle 10)
Post by Kimmie Loxley on Jan 19, 2021 13:14:59 GMT -5
WORD COUNT: 510
Total: 2742
TAGGED: Fluffy
A bit of drool was dripping from the corner of her mouth as she was desperately trying to achieve any kind of air flow through to her lungs. Eyes were staring at Raul with a fiery determination, yet the glow of resistance was also starting to ebb. Face turning significantly more red, bordering on purple blue by the moment. The world was slowly shifting, shimmering, getting blurry. The grasp the girl held onto his wrist was weakening. The desperate attempt at clawing his face ceasing. Even so, Kimmie wasn't convinced that she was dying. Rather, desperation continued to shriek at her that everything would be alright. That someone would come by. A white knight on a horse to trample this sack of shit. Just as Kimmie was standing on the precipice of unconciousness, something had struck Raul. The girl could literally feel the twitch of agony through his grip around her neck. Even so, he quickly resumed squeezing, ever harder. Until a second twitch, followed by a whimpering noise, followed by the sound of bird eggs cracking, the grip released. Like a lifeless doll, the pinkette fell sideways onto the ground, coughing and spluttering, on the verge of vomitting. A shadow stepped in front of her, as the shadow of Raul fled the scene.
Down on all fours, Kimmie was not having the greatest of moments here. Yet life was returning to her body and the color of her skin rapidly returned to a more healthy one. Heaving, the coughing continued for a few moments, as she quietly came to. Looking up, she recognized the person that had come to her aid. Flynn. It was fortunate for her, that she had chosen to stick by his side. Even more so fortunate that he had kept an eye on her, rather than letting her skateboard away into her own demise. Thankful. Grateful, there was a certain wetness to her emerald eyes. Whether it was from the choking or from a sincere sense of relief would remain a mystery. Trying to get up onto her legs, they wobbled underneath her, causing her to be unable to get up standing. Even attempting so caused the world to blur for a moment, so Kimmie ended up sitting on the pavement on her butt, with her back against the wall she had just been slammed into. Kimmie had been fortunate, that things hadn't gotten worse. Even slight changes to circumstances and she could either have half of her bones broken, or worse, be dead. Trembling voice, Kimmie didn't quite know what to make of anything, or what to do. All the pinkette could see, was the Huntsman standing inbetween her and the party kids intent on having her involuntarily join their party. An emotional, half cracked voice reached his ears. Not offering anything insightful or interesting, but at least letting him know that she was alive and recovering. The note of thankfulness also so uniquely profound it would be hard to take it as anything but a 'thank you for saving my life.' "...Flynn.."
Post by Erytheia Hellebore on Jan 19, 2021 14:51:26 GMT -5
The noble warrior stood, and the people looked to her.
For she was a beacon - hope given form, yet still only human. Within that truth there was great promise. If one could stand against the night, then so too could anyone - everyone.
In her hand the warrior held a Rose. And her aura burned bright.
❝
Nodding at Bianca's suggestion, Erytheia started moving. "I will help!" she called over her shoulder as she moved towards the building. Moving through the corridors of the ground floor and opening the doors to each apartment as she did so, she ushered out children hiding under tables, people trying to salvage their effects, and in one case freed a yowling cat from its cage. Each and every one she ushered towards the exit, until the corridor ended and there were no more apartments to evacuate. Moving outside, her dress and gloves covered in dust and small pieces of debris, which had also gotten into her hair, Erytheia was about to exit the building herself when something shook, and in the distance something plummeted through a hole in the ceiling and through the ruins of the first floor into some sort of basement. Within moments, however, something - no, someone else floated down after. She could just make out Berwyn's form before a shake of the building sent a piece of debris down in front of her, separating her from the other Haven student.
Without any way to get around the obstruction, the Hellebore heiress could only retrace her steps, trusting that her classmates could get out whatever poor victim had fallen in. Meeting up with Fern along the way, the two exited just in time to see Berwyn had indeed succeeded in her task and was now calling for medical attention for the wounded. The civilians in the floors above had been evacuated too, and after a few moments, when Bianca glanced over, Erytheia gave a thumbs up to signify that it was all clear, moving closer to join the other students. As she neared, she heard Bianca discussing that medical help was already en route - someone she knew, by all accounts. The lizard Faunus moved away, and she turned to her aide.
"Get HellSec down here," she said, letting a hint of weariness come through in her voice. Fern nodded and started typing on her Scroll, sending alerts and messages while she did so. Erytheia continued to speak in a low tone, outlining the plan of action as much as possible.
"Secure the area, get these people the help they need, and relocate them when the dust settles. Call in HHC for salvage, and see if you can snipe the property deeds from the owners in the aftermath. We need a way to justify using company funds for-"
Interrupted by Bianca's sudden yell and following call to action, Erytheia paused, then looked over to where the Hellebore sedan that she and Fern had arrived in was still sitting. One side of the car was pitted heavily from the impacts of the debris the Geists had been throwing around from where she had used it to block Bianca from further damage, but other than that, it still seemed relatively undamaged. Without speaking, the Hellebore heiress made her way over to the vehicle and got into the driver's seat, turning the key in the ignition. With a series of sputtering noises, the engine groaned to life. Nodding to herself in satisfaction, she turned to Fern for the last time.
"Stay here. Help with the evacuation and do what you can. I trust you to make decisions in my stead, Fern."
Receiving a nod in return, Erytheia exhaled softly and dipped her head slightly to offer Bianca a small smile through the windscreen.
"Well. Shall we?"
Attempting problem: "Ubers don't often roam the streets when a killer's on the loose..." (Obstacle 10) Skill used: C rank Wealth + Heroism Roll: [7] + 4 + 8 = 19 (SUCCESS)
AIRTAFAE (SEMBLANCE): [RANK E]
PRAETORIAN ET ROSA: RADIX GLORIA (DURABILITY) [RANK E] PRAETORIAN ET ROSA: ARBOR IMPERIUM (STRENGTH) [RANK F] PRAETORIAN ET ROSA: RAMIS MILIA (MARTIAL ARTS) [RANK F] PRAETORIAN ET ROSA: LAMINAE CHORUS (AGILITY) [RANK E] PRAETORIAN ET ROSA: VIRGA AUGMEN (SPEED) [RANK E] IRKALLA ARALI (WEAPON): [RANK F]
Post by Sinopia DeStellanova on Jan 19, 2021 23:14:47 GMT -5
"Yeah I heard it."
She confirmed that she heard the coordinates with a nod. It was convenient to have someone that would get those kinds of alerts around now that she thought about it, even if it still felt a little strange. Saved her the trouble of having to think about where a serial killer would want to go based on some vague impressions from Nina. After taking a moment to send the coordinates to Alina, she bolted in that direction, taking the most direct route she could think of, which involved going through several more walls and fences, as well as going up some steep inclines. Hopefully Nina didn't get motion sick because it was not going to be a smooth ride.
"It's Sienna now. Long story, I'll explain later," she really hoped she didn't actually have to explain later. "Yeah, I'll be supporting Alina. I'll be avoiding engaging with him directly, only using my semblance to immobilize him at most I think. Normally, I just evacuate anyone else in the area so she can safely burn the killer. I'd just get in the way if I tried to fight." She paused for a moment as she considered her approach. "Do you mind staying with me so I can listen to the alerts on your scroll? I won't take you too close."
Regardless of Nina's answer, she was going to be making her way towards the killer. Having the alerts would make it easier. Any time Nina wanted to get down and leave, Sienna would oblige. Once she got there, she had to stop for a second while her brain tried to comprehend what she was seeing. That was the guy she was chasing earlier right? Like, that was actually a person wasn't it? Sure, she had never seen his face, or body for that matter, but he had hair and was humanoid. His face didn't have the Grimm mask thing she normally saw on them. Whether it was in person or via scroll video, she'd raise her eyebrows and talk to Nina. Nina knew more about these weirdass monsters than anyone she knew.
"Have you seen anything like this before?"
Her focus turned to the rest of the area once her brain started catching up, and she'd put down Nina if she was still carrying her. The area was pretty barren. It looked like it had been evacuated already. She could hear the sound of a rowdy party in the distance, but that was probably the closest people to this area, besides the Huntsman that was getting his ass kicked. Slowly and quietly, she started moving in that direction just in case the fight moved over there, but otherwise there wasn't a lot she needed to do. Alina showed up a few minutes later and started pummeling the guy. The fact that he could take it was even more concerning than him taking a car to the face. She took a few steps back, making sure to keep the fight in the edge of her vision so she could still react without getting too closed. With any luck, the killer wouldn't even notice she was there.
Things seemed to be going as well as could be expected from someone strong enough to take multiple blasts of Alina's semblance, until the killer decided to pounce on the Huntsman, making it far more difficult for Alina to continue. Sienna could possibly do something about that, but it'd probably mean burying the Huntsman, and possibly herself along with him, underground until they were kicked back out by her semblance's side-effect. When dealing with an unknown enemy like this that could be dangerous. She looked towards Alina, only to see that drum goblin waddling up to try something, and then shouting shortly afterwards. Her eyes widened, she pulled her hood tight over her head, and used her hands to cover her lower set of ears. Even then, the sound was painful to her sensitive ears and she hit the ground on instinct.
After getting back up onto her knees and swearing under her breath, she crept a little bit closer to the fight in case she needed to dart in to pull out any of these people that couldn't run to save their lives, but still stayed pretty far back. She didn't want to get in the way of people that could actually cause some damage.
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Attempting Problem: Rolling for Defuse the mob of angry partygoers before an all-out brawl starts. (Social 13) Using: Perception F, Mechanic F Result: 7 + 0 = 7 (not solved)
Post by Chloro Smoke on Jan 20, 2021 5:53:23 GMT -5
we are the lost and the silent
tags: Too many
WHERE THE SKIES END -- STARSET
outfit: As described
words: 516/3161
As she was taken across the road, Chloro caught a glimpse of Berwyn coming out the cafe with Opal and my god she didn't look impressed to see her. It made Chloro clam up slightly and once Sienna did the hand off, she used Berwyn as support to move. The pain in her leg was constantly getting worse so something was absolutely wrong. She pulled out her scroll for many reasons, and the first was to check aura levels. Ahh, wonderful.
0%
So her leg WAS fucked up. She didn't know how many but it was. She let a low grumble out as she moved to a notepad on her scroll and began typing away as she held up the message to Berwyn. "I'd rather not talk about it. I know what I did wrong." Which wasn't a lie in sense, but it wasn't the truth either. She knew that her actions caused a huge amount of problems for both of them, but she didn't understand how. After all, she's missed 8 years of education so she lacks some understanding in parts. Once with the others, she saw Russet some that weird fucky thing with her semblance before falling in, Opal making an ice ramp, some weird ass horned girl who strange orbs of light take on a small squad of gang memebrs before pretty much executing them. That was some impressive stuff and Chloro knew they wouldn't be much trouble afterwards. The efficiency was pretty scary though in how it was done.
Berwyn analysed Russet's leg to be broken and Chloro took a rather painful knee next to Russet and just shook her head. That weird rich girl from that toy attack night was there too, Erytheia or something? Chloro honestly couldn't keep track but she paid particular attention to Bianca, and what she said definitely proved that Russet and Bianca belonged to the same gang before the Kozaks and Haven respectively. She'd have to ask either one about it later. The crowd was admittedly getting a bit too big but once Bianca did a big speech about the killer and catching him, Chloro knew she was in no state to fight. She did her job, she found him. Without her, the guy probably would've made even more grenades and caused even more carnage. She got a long message and held it up to Berwyn and Bianca to read, letting them take their time before she sat next to Russet. "This is the end for me, aura is gone and I think my leg is all kinds of fucked. Both of you go, I'll keep an eye on Russ. I did my job, I found him. Now go do yours. I'll make my own way home."
Once she sat down though, she landed with a thud which caused her eyes to grow wide as she felt the pain from her leg flare even more, and she felt the bone snap after so much tension. Yep, if it wasn't broken before, it is now. She clenched her fists together and sort of curled over in pain.
Post by Kimmie Loxley on Jan 20, 2021 17:27:52 GMT -5
WORD COUNT: 618
Total: 2850
TAGGED: Fluffy
The situation was getting terrifying. They were effectively swarming both Kimmie and Flynn at this point. The crackheads. Plus, Flynn was struggling keeping everything from falling apart. Coughing, sputtering, Kimmie was slowly getting onto her feet. Slightly bent forwards, the girl let him know with a soft voice: We need to get out of here, Flynn. It had become evident to the pinkette that this situation was escalating beyond their control. A couple of drunken druggies they could have dealt with just fine, however, this was a gaggle, a herd, a flock, of drug-abusing kids with so many bad ideas that it was indescribable. To deal with all of them would require some kind of miracle, so dipping out seemed to be the best option overall. Using her light grasp on Flynn's shoulder to get up standing, Kimmie turned to look at the approaching druggies. "Listen, you stupid, dumb, ignorant kids, the police are already dealing with a murderer on the loose, the city is crawling with huntsman, could you all just f--" However, they were way too loud , way too obnoxious, way too filled with their own shit. Kimmie and Flynn had been surrounded, practically, with no escape. Even more unfortunately, down on the floor by Kimmie's legs, was the little prop weapon she liked to use to scare off crazies. A syringe filled with apple juice. In most circumstances, the weapon would be a deterrent for anyone approaching. Afterall, getting stabbed or squirted with an unknown liquid wasn't high on the wishlist for anyone sane. For drug abusing youngsters however, it looked like a gift. A present from above.
Before Kimmie even realized what had happened, one of the kids had literally crawled up to grab the syringe while on all fours. Like a dog that had gotten his bone. However, being a suave gentleman, or at least seeing himself this way, despite crawling around on the street like a drugged dog, he couldn't in good conscience simply steal the drugs from such a beautiful young lady. That would mean Kimmie definitely wouldn't come join them at their party, which would be a travesty! No, the pinkette needed to like them, and what better way to like someone than...! Therefore, he figured that trading with her would be the most appropriate course of action. So, since he had his own set of drugs that could be injected, he figured it would be a completely fair exchange. "Yo girl, this is a trade, cool, cool.." He spoke as if they had entered an agreement openly.
Kimmie felt a sudden sting in her leg and shrieked in agony. Looking down, the crazed partygoer had literally stabbed her in the leg with his own syringe, intending to inject her with whatever the hell drug was inside of it. Considering his state of mind and how blacked out he was on his own mixtures and vices, Kimmie wouldn't have a singular way in hell of knowing whether that would be lethally dangerous or not. "Get the fuck off of me!! You fucking psyko!" Kimmie shrieked like an enraged banshee. A little blood trickled down her leg. Trying to bow down, she was already drugged, but if nothing was done and she got the entire syringe injected, things could and would get really, really back... Nervous, heart pounding, she was hissing angrily. Desperately...
Two crisies occuring in one evening. If Kimmie got through this, she most definitely needed a break. A long, relaxing break.
New Crisis: Kimmie is being drugged (Social 13) Attempted problem: Defuse the mob of angry (Social 13) Used Singalong (+2) Used Heroism (+8) Rolled 2+8+2 for a total of 12. PROBLEM FAILED, CRISIS STARTED.
Last Edit: Jan 20, 2021 17:48:29 GMT -5 by Kimmie Loxley
Post by Flynn Gwyrdd on Jan 20, 2021 19:03:43 GMT -5
With Raul gone, that only left a bunch of drugged up and hyper aggressive teens to deal with… when Flynn was tired due to being beat up earlier and also having to fight off Raul just now. Kimmie was struggling to catch her breath, but the trainee needed to keep the crowd of shitheads away from her as much as possible… but the fact of the matter was that they were many, and Flynn was one.
He was able to beat back most of them, but while his attention was focused at eye level there was one guy who ended up slipping through the cracks. He only noticed because Kimmie was yelling, and faster than he could process what was happening the guy got a boot to the face hard enough to reel him backwards back into the rest of the group. Flynn leaned over for a moment to yank out the syringe and toss it back into the crowd, and aggressively moved forward to throw some punches to keep the fuckers at bay and unable to regroup.
Just then, though, he heard the sound of a shoe scuffing the pavement behind him and turned around. Raul was back, trying to sneak his way over with what looked like to be a ripped off pipe from some nearby building in his hand. “If you come at us again, I’m not going to stop until you're a stain on the wall.” the trainee mentioned, tone cold and hazel eyes narrowed as he looked back his least favorite former Sanctum student. He wasn’t able to hold the gaze for long, but he heard Raul’s voice behind him.
”Whatever. I’ll be back to deal with you... you cheating, faunus hating cowardly psychos later.” the wolf faunus would whine, tossing down the pipe and running back out of the alley now that he was spotted. That was fine by Flynn, frankly, because he was mostly bluffing. There was no way he could deal with the mob of druggies alone, let alone the mob of druggies and a Raul that could still activate his semblance at once. Luckily for him, the guy had always been a coward and would never take a fight that he thought he didn’t have a major advantage in. Even luckier was the fact that he never paid attention in combat oriented classes and had no idea how fucked up Flynn was at the moment, most likely. He was running on fumes and at the edge of exhaustion after so much shit, but it was good to know he was good enough at faking to save a couple lives today.
For at least a few minutes. Raul fucking off, most likely for good didn’t mean that they couldn’t just be overrun by a horde of cocaine fueled psychos in the next minute or so. They needed to get the hell out of there, and fast. “Can you stand?” he’d say to Kimmie, moving his eyes back towards the end of the alley. Raul might have lied and be waiting there for them, but it was their only way out and away from these wackos.
Rolling for: Kimmie is being drugged (Social 13) Using Skill: Durability (+0) Roll: 10 + 8 (Heroism) = 18 Result: Success, no crisis
Post by Kishka Burzanova on Jan 21, 2021 6:40:17 GMT -5
KISHKA BURZANOVA
She was going to kill him.
The second, she got out of the swirling tornado of reckless destruction, she was going to finish what the Argus Limited bandit started. She was going to fucking murder her idiot cousin, bring him to Doc, save his life, and then kill him again, and just keep making Doc resuscitate him until she got bored breaking his legs and face.
It wasn't bad enough that he had trapped her in his Semblance, and she was being pelted with weapons, debris, live bombs, and Nikolas's aggressive attacks from the eye of his storm, but this was also accomplishing nothing useful- she only hoped that her attack had disabled the terrorist. If it hadn't, they were still fucked, because Nik was keeping her from stopping him, and endangering literally everyone else in the vicinity with his crazy-ass bullshit.
She didn't dare risk firing her cannon again in the gale, since she had no idea if there were any civilians trapped with her, or if the bombs were unstable enough to go off when shot. Which meant she was reduced to trying to find something to hook her umbrella onto to escape. If she could just get low enough to the ground, she could find a way to crawl out without being blown around...
And just then, her way out arrived, catching her fully by surprise.
In the literal sense; an arm around her waist snatched her out of the air, and down to the ground, and as squinted to see who it was, she felt a wave of relief wash over her at the sight of Argent's face.
Just before a tinge of guilt washed over her. She'd been so busy lately trying to be mad at him, and thinking horrible things about how he doesn't really care enough about her to have her back when she'd need it the most, and here he was, well... having her back.
He jumped into a whirling tornado of knives, people, chairs, and bombs, for her.
She wrapped her arms around him as he carried the two of them to safety, slamming into the ground and clinging to it. His Semblance was really, truly, impressive to witness, no matter how often she'd seen it before.
Once free, she managed to stand, and was pleased to find that her Aura was still in one piece. Wasn't as full as she'd have wanted, considering they were about to be chasing down a ruthless killer, once they got this situation handled, but she could worry about that once Nik was dealt with, and the terrorist disarmed and en route to the police.
She nodded to Argent, as he passed by with an injured man, before she too went off to see if she could help get some of these civilians to safety- still a little rattled from being caught in Nik's Semblance, but she could still manage to do at least that much. Getting civilians to safety was her priority.
And... Duncan Breen. Who she attempted to help pull his head out of the wall. He was a tough boy, with an activated Aura, so he should be fine, and besides, having another set of capable hands to help out could prove useful.
She glanced back at the murder cyclone.
Yeah.
They were going to need all the help they could get.
Kishka, Argent, Duncan Breen, Nikolas Burzanov, and Man in Suit villain are in the middle of the Wind District in a nightclub.
Flynn and Kimmie are in the Cloud District a few blocks away from Haven Academy in an alleyway. Raul was last seen here as well.
Colton Deraine, the Dust Ward Killer, and Alina are at a border between the Cloud and Wind District.
Sienna, Nina, Bianca, and Erytheia are coming up to border between Wind and Cloud Districts.
Chloro, Berwyn, Russet, and Lunar are in the middle of the Wind District, closer to where the dust shop was robbed at the boundary between Ground and Wind rather than the boundary between Wind and Cloud.
Problems:
DM Problem #1: Locate the Dust Ward Killer (Social 14) OP: 7 from Alina, 14 from Chloro and 10 from solving for 31 total.
Flynn (One problem remaining): Get the concussed and bleeding Flynn some medical help (Social 8) OP: 8 from Kimmie and 10 from solving for 18 total.
Lunar (One problem remaining): "Racists are dicks" (Combatants 10) OP: 10 from Kishka and 10 from solving for 20 total.
Chloro (One problem remaining): "Don't let the Killer get away!" (Mobility 14) OP: 10 from Red, 13 from Bianca, 7 from Berwyn, 14 from Knight and 10 from solving for 53 total.
Bianca Crisis Problem: "Lizard Popsicles are not healthy" (Mobility 14) OP: 7 from Argent for 7 total.
DM Problem #2: Kishka shows up before the terrorist gets bored and triggers the explosion (Mobility 11) OP: 9 from Kishka, 11 from Argent and 10 from solving for 30 total.
Alina (One problem remaining): Stop the Geists before they get away (Hazard 14) OP: 11 from Chloro, 12 from Berwyn, 13 from Bianca, 14 from Nina and 10 from solving for 60 total.
Sienna (One problem remaining): Keep Eyes on the Killer (Social 12) OP: 12 from Bianca and 10 from solving for 22 total.
Kimmie (One problem remaining): Get the Police to Assist! (Social 11) OP: 11 from Flynn and 10 from solving for 21 total.
Berwyn Crisis Problem: "Berwyn is stuck in the cafe.." (Obstacle 14) OP: 7 from Sienna.
Berwyn (One problem remaining): "Giant's Heart is having a giant heart attack" (Social 12) OP: 12 from Opal and 10 from solving.
Bianca Crisis Problem: "Lizard pancakes are not healthy either!" (Hazard 14) OP: 7 from Erytheia.
Nina Crisis Problem: Geists are Stopped... Now What? (Combatants 14) OP: 7 from Lunar.
Erytheia (One problem remaining): Chase down the other Geists (Obstacle 13) OP: 13 from Alina and 10 from solving for 23 total.
DM Problem #3: Remove the bombs and save Boris in thirty seconds (Mobility 14) OP: 13 from Kishka, 14 from Argent and 10 from solving for 37 total.
Kishka Crisis: Save Kishka from The Whirly Dirly Death Trap (Obstacle 14) OP: 7 from Argent.
Bianca Crisis: "Skewered Lizard is something I could try. Maybe..." (Combatants 12) OP: 6 from Lunar.
Bianca Problem (One problem remaining): "Evacuate the building!" (Social 10) OP: 10 from Opal and 10 from solving for 20 total.
Flynn Problem (Zero problems remaining): Defuse the mob of angry partygoers before an all-out brawl starts. (Social 13) OP: 12 from Kimmie, 7 from Sienna, 12 from Kimmie
Kimmie Crisis: Kimmie is being strangled (Combatants 13) OP: 6 from Flynn
Colton (One problem remaining): Deal enough damage to the Dust Ward Killer to force the Grimm into full defense (Combatant 23) OP: 23 from Alina and 10 from solving for 33 total.
Opal Crisis: Save Opal and the idiot's from getting crush by falling Ice and big screen TV (Obstacle 10) OP: 5 from Russet.
Alina problem (Zero remaining): Get the killer off of Colton before he gets ripped to shreds (Combatant 20) OP: 20 from Carmim and 10 from solving for 30 total.
Russet Problem (One problem remaining): "Break a Leg" Has Taken On a New Meaning (Social 10) OP: 10 from Berwyn and 10 from solving for 20 total.
Bianca problem (zero remaining): "Ubers don't often roam the streets when a killer's on the loose..." (Obstacle 10) OP: 10 from Erytheia and 10 from solving for 20 total.
Chloro problem (zero remaining): Prepare for Trouble, make that leg break double (Social 12) OP:
Kimmie Crisis: Kimmie is being drugged (Social 13) OP: 6 from Flynn
DM Problem #4: Kill the Grimm blob before it invades Carmim and paralyzes her (Combatant 12) OP:
DM Problem #5: Damage the Killer enough that Carmim can escape (Combatant 19) OP:
The grimm infested specimen of a person would continue to rain down blows onto Colton’s shield, going back to curiously not making a sound. No growling, no heavy breathing, no nothing. Just a single-minded determination to kill, with zero hesitation one might expect from a person. Each blow was exactly as strong as the last, and that seemed to be the maximum amount of force he could output. The huntsman’s aura drained pretty quickly, and once the killer decided things were going a bit too slow he would just grab the shield with both hands to force it downwards as he manifested a Grimm arm from his spine and stabbed downwards at the exposed face of his target.
Carmim would yell out for her former classmate to cover his ears, but his left hand was tied up in his shield and his right was trying to shield his face from the grimm arm’s claws so he wasn’t able to do so. The blast would hit the thing on top of him directly, disintegrating the grimm arm immediately and knocking the fucker backwards. It made his torso and head fall to the ground behind him, which allowed Colton – aura now broken to protect his eardrums from rupturing, to slither out and activate the last of his gravity dust to create some distance and get the fuck out of the way as quickly as he could.
Still, the killer didn’t seem to be overly phased just yet and was soon protruding multiple Grimm arms from his spine to help increase his already impressive speed as he swapped from offense to defense at the moment where others around were too disoriented with the sonic boom that had just occurred to immediately react. He jumped only once to meet Carmim, and instead of launching into a flurry of attacks like she might have expected… the Grimm arms latched onto her fingers and hands and tried to pry them off of the drum, while his normal hands grabbed and yanked on the djembe in a very targeted attack against her ability to use her semblance. He had also come up from behind Carmim, making sure to put her in between him and the woman lighting him on fire earlier and to get in as close as possible to make any attack on him very likely to also burn the redhead.
”I need… to go… back…” came the wheezing voice that may have well come from a one hundred year old throat cancer patient at the end of their rope. It was the same words that the Dust Ward residents had heard him say, but up close Carmim could hear the rest loud and clear. ”To… Haven.”
The guy was tall, more than a foot taller than Carmim. It was hard to see anything due to the squirming Grimm material on his skin, but as he struggled and clawed to get the drum out of the redhead’s hands he also vomited some sort of Grimm ooze in her direction… and it squirmed and started crawling up her body once it was vomited on it. Should he manage to separate the djembe from her person and aura, it would immediately be ripped in half. Should the crawling ooze manage to get on Carmim, it would crawl up her body and try to insert itself through any opening possible. Wounds, ears, eyes, nose, mouth… it didn’t matter. The substance wasn’t moving very fast, but it was clear that it would be very difficult for the trainee to attend to both issues at once.
Introducing Problem: Kill the Grimm blob before it invades Carmim and paralyzes her (Combatant 12)
Introducing Problem: Damage the Killer enough that Carmim can escape (Combatant 19)
Post by Carmim Clover on Jan 22, 2021 6:23:59 GMT -5
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AURA: 33% WORDS: 870 | TWC: 2536
HAVE YOU SEEN HER? HAVE YOU HEARD? THE WAY SHE MOVES, THERE ARE NO WORDS
She blinked.
He was still standing?
Or well, not literally.
But she was shocked, to say the least. That blast had been the most powerful attack she'd ever unleashed, and it had been a fairly direct hit. On an opponent that had already been set on fire a bunch by the same woman who incinerated Holly and her massive impenetrable pumpkin. Suddenly, she was feeling much less confident in her ability to vent her anger on the killer. Suddenly, she was thinking coming to fight him, alone, was probably not a wise decision.
Maybe she should have stayed in bed.
She was so stunned by his survival, and the speed with which he recovered, that she didn't even think to launch another shot at him- which proved to be a grave mistake, as he managed to clear over eighty meters of distance in a single leap. He was on her far faster than she could have possibly anticipated, and she had no reaction except to scream as the beast grabbed onto her and her drum from behind, in a surprisingly tactical ploy to disarm her.
Which showed that it was scared of her.
Which meant she must have hurt it, at least. Which was well and good to know, but ultimately useless if it succeeded at preventing her from using it again. She clutched onto her drum with all of her might, struggling as the thing's many arms wrestled to pull it away from her. She was only managing to match it in a stalemate, however, and only then, because she was able to find a better grip on the drum, which was also still attached to her by its rope sling, and not because she was able to match this monster's strength in a grappling situation.
And the stalemate would have likely continued until it made a move to attack her directly, if it weren't for the words she heard come from the creature. She didn't understand his motive, exactly, but she could definitely determine his intentions. Her eyes widened, before fixing themselves into a glare as she bared her teeth at the killer, face lit up with fury.
He wanted to break into Haven.
She was angry before, because so many of her classmates and friends were putting themselves in danger trying to stop this psycho, but hearing him say that he was targeting them specifically brought her over the edge. She was no longer simply angry- every bone and muscle in her body was determined to rip this killer in half, before he could ever think about coming to Haven Academy again.
"I... will not let you! You will not hurt my friends!!"
Straining as hard as she could against the killer's inky grasp, she attempted to concentrate all of her strength into a single, mighty, blow- she remembered back to Rochdale, against the Sabyrs. Back then, being pinned without the benefit of her weapon had made her desperate, and she had been reduced to fighting them bare-handed. This time, she was prepared for that, and she was going to bring the fight to him.
With a great heave, she managed to twist her wrists around enough to grab the creature's arms, before almost immediately jerking them downwards, to try and throw the killer over her head, in front of her, where ideally the fire Semblance lady would have a more open shot at him, assuming he didn't just try to get behind her again, immediately.
She seemed to be successful in breaking free of the killer's grip, at least.
The only problem was that, in doing so, she had over-exerted herself considerably, having to combat his impressive strength. No sooner than she'd flung the killer away, she collapsed on the ground, breathing heavily, in short, ragged breaths. She doubted she would be able to muster the strength to beat him back again when he inevitably attacked, and to make matters worse, in the heat of their very brief scuffle, her djembe's sling had comes loose, and while she'd avoided letting the creature smash it outright, it seemed to have been very close to doing so, while she threw him- it had been smacked away by the killer, and was now laying on the ground, a few dozen meters away, battered and cracked, with a small hole in the head, but still functional.
Except for the fact that there was no way she could reach it.
Even if she weren't recovering from the force required to break free from the killer, her own leaping ability was reliant on her Semblance, which required the drum. There simply wasn't anything she could do that would let her reach it on her own, leaving her only able to glance in its direction, with clear panic set on her face.
And she still had a disgusting-looking ooze crawling up her body, which she was also in no way prepared to deal with just yet. Which was freaking her the fuck out, understandably, as all of her attention and limited energy went towards trying to keep her face away from it.
She only hoped someone else was better equipped to handle the killer than she was, at the moment.
Post by Sinopia DeStellanova on Jan 23, 2021 7:39:12 GMT -5
Out of all the things the killer could have done, abandoning his old target to go for a new one and then being strangely merciful and going for the drum instead her throat was not something she expected. Especially not with how he was going after the Huntsman that sent the distress signal. The killer was practically trying to rip him apart, yet was just trying to disarm Carmim. Or at least that's what it looked like to her. He attacked from her backside and Carmim was slow to react, so he could have probably pinned her down and stabbed her through the back before she knew what was going on based on what he was doing to the other guy. Might have had something to do with the black things he put on her, but this was very strange. Sienna narrowed her eyes.
Even in normal circumstances, she would have done something to try to bail Carmim out, both because she needed to give Alina a clear shot and because she wasn't about to sit and watch someone be torn apart. This entire interaction was strange enough that saving both Carmim and her drum seemed worthwhile, so she waited for an opening and darted towards the fight. The opening came quickly because Carmim managed to throw the fucker over her head. Once again, not what she was expecting, but she would take it.
It took a matter of seconds for her to get in range, so she was grabbing Carmim's wrist before the killer could get his bearings. From there, she tried to pull Carmim towards her and onto her shoulder so she wouldn't be dragging the poor girl on the ground while running at highway speeds. This would also let her carry Carmim with one hand, so she could use her other hand to grab the rope on the drum and throw it over her other shoulder where Carmim could grab it, or failing that, she could carry it very uncomfortably.
This would undoubtedly paint a target on her back, not to mention, the black stuff that was crawling on Carmim might start crawling on her too. With any luck, it would fall off of both of them if she used her semblance, but with the killer getting up she needed to time that. Her semblance was a bit slow to activate, at least by heat of combat standards, so it's not like she could use it to reliably dodge his attacks, so she needed to be ready to use it when Alina attacked. They had done stuff like this enough times that she knew how to avoid getting burned at mid to close range. She nodded at Alina and kept her eyes glued on the other faunus, letting her know she was ready to act whenever she was.
In the mean time, she was just going to run around in circles and hope that by moving constantly she could stop the killer from being able to jump on her. She was going to have to keep running until he was dealt with or she found some other out. There was also one other concern, so she addressed Carmim directly.
"Carmim right? Don't use your drum by my ears," she paused. "Please. I know we're being chased by a killer, but...it'd be bad."
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Attempting Problem: A Disarmed Drum Gremlin is a Useless Drum Gremlin (Mobility 16) Using: Speed C and Heroism Result: 4 + 4 + 8 = 16 (solved with crisis)
New Crisis Problem: Don't play Yakkity Sax with Serial Killers (Mobility 16)
Post by Kimmie Loxley on Jan 23, 2021 11:17:15 GMT -5
WORD COUNT: 615
Total: 3465
TAGGED: Fluffy
Raul was gone, the crazy drug addict that had stabbed her to the leg was gone. Flynn was doing everything that he could to fight off the angry mob. Pushing them back, generating space. Space so that the two of them could move down the alley. He was worried about her condition, whether she would be capable of fleeing. It made sense. Though the entire syringe hadn't been injected, some certainly had. In addition, the needle had stabbed her in the leg. It hurt, yet at the same time, felt exhillarating. That odd, amazing feeling spreading slowly through her bod. It frustrated her, because she knew what it was. Knew that it wasn't something she wished to be feeling in this moment. Yet Kimmie could do very little about the building dilemma. Panting softly, the girl began wobbling down the alleyway, leaving the immediate area. Groaning softly, Kimmie was just a regular civilian, who on her own time likely wouldn't be running as fast as a regular human. Now, having been choked and stabbed didn't exactly increase her momentum, though with the abundance of adrenaline floating through her body, she likely wasn't much slower either. Survival instincts were one hell of a drug. Either that, or the actual drug in her system was kicking some serious ass. "I'll be fine, just, lets get out of here before things get any wo-" Why oh why hadn't anyone taught the pinkette to mind her words and stop tempting the universe to make things worse.
One of the kids, who had been closest to Flynn and taken a lovetap to the face, had staggered backwards in bewilderment. It wasn't his body that had been hurt. It was his pride. The pride of a rich, drugged up kid who was used to having everything he wants. The gears were clearly turning in his head as he was processing what had just happened. Sean Fillinger, the master houseowner of the complex - or well, his parents were, but he loved acting like he could say and do as he pleased - and instigator of the raddest partiest this side of town, had just been slapped by two filthy good for nothing... It would not stand, it absolutely would not stand! If one paid attention, the veins popping in his face indicated just how insanely angry the kid was getting. All because his icecream had been taken away. So, his hand shot into his pocket as he began shouting: "Assault, assault, I am protecting myself!? Help!! Officers!!"
A revolver was drawn. Loaded with five bullets, because one of his personal superstars had taught him to load like a cowboy, to prevent shooting your own toes. Drugged up, not in his right mind, the gun was pointed into the alleyway without much aim or thought behind it. Squeezing the trigger once, the kickback recoil of the gun was enough that he almost smashed himself in the face with the revolver. The bullet whizzed straight past Flynn. For a few moments, it seemed like it might have had the direction to straihgt up strike Kimmie in the back, but fortunately for the pinkette, it instead struck the wall to her right side. Rather than acting shocked, Kimmie continued fleeing. Yet this gunman was not done unleashing his bullets down the lane. He still had a solid five shots left, and certainly he would hit something...
Afterall, every shot taken was in self defense.
New Crisis: Gunslinging Rich Kid! (Combatants 13) Attempted problem: Defuse the mob of angry (Social 13) Used Singalong (+2) Used Heroism (+8) Rolled 2+8+2 for a total of 12. PROBLEM FAILED, CRISIS STARTED. ...someone please help my rolls, dear lord...
Post by Alina Rybalka on Jan 23, 2021 15:52:36 GMT -5
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[attr="class","nikki101"]WE CAN ALL AGREE THAT VIOLENCE BREEDS VIOLENCE
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[attr="class","nikki109"]There was an earpiece for the radio in one of her ears, but that left three undefended. She was lax on the aura around herself due to wanting to conserve it, and that ended up being a mistake. The noise was absurdly loud, and for the second time that night she cursed herself for not actually pulling out her helmet. The ear protection would have been really nice to have about then, as the pain in three places made it untenable to use her semblance for a couple of seconds in any sort of very precise way. [break][break]
Manipulation semblances were always the most finicky type, with the skill and focus of the user determining how useful even an extremely powerful on paper semblance would be. If the mind was weak and unfocused, then the fire would just be formless and drop everywhere. If the mind was single-minded and closed, then the same mechanical action would be repeated over and over and over. If the mind was unstable, then the temperature of the flames would flicker, and fine control could be lost at any point. The best control she could muster was when she was dispassionate and laser focused and reeling from a sonic attack was not that. [break][break]
By the time gray eyes refocused, the killer was behind the person responsible for that blast. Too close again for her to use her semblance reliably, which complicated things. He was smart enough to put himself into positions where he wouldn’t be lit on fire, which was unfortunate. The small, redheaded girl was able to toss the killer off of her and Sienna managed to get there a moment later to whisk her away and make the next part way easier. [break][break]
Instead of snapping her fingers multiple times, she did it just once and held the white flames on the killer. It was good enough to disintegrate the Grimm arms on his back, and because he had moved away from full defense it looked like it hurt enough for him to give out what might amount to be a scream of pain as the flames burned through more and more of the Grimm material on his body. The right arm of the wolf faunus was forward, unmoving since the initial snap of her middle finger and thumb while her left hand was outstretched to her left, rubbing the fingers along her palm to drizzle more and more napalm onto the killer. The Grimm arms were completely gone now, and he didn’t seem to be able to move and reconstruct whatever the fuck was keeping him alive at the same time at this point so it was just a matter of time. [break][break]
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”We're all in this together,” a gruff voice was singing at the top of his lungs to the radio, with wimpering and crying in the background. There was a man in the passenger seat with his left arm broken pieces of bone poking from the skin wimpering in pain, and there was an elderly woman in the back crying and pleading to be let out of the car. ”Once we know, that we are. We’re all stars, and we see that, We’re all in this together…” [break][break]
There was a pause, then, when the driver turned back to address the crying woman in the back. ”Now, listen. What you’re doing now is very rude and pathetic. I’m trying to sing a song, and you’re here making noises and making sure I can’t sing along to the lyrics. You need to calm down, and calm down your stupid son over there or I’m going to break his jaw and give him something to cry about.” [break][break]
The elderly woman in the back stopped making noises immediately, which pleased the driver. ”Good, I knew you would be reasonable. Really, you’re lucky that you ran into me. Don’t you know there’s a killer running around? He could have caught you if I hadn’t come along to protect you.” [break][break]
The man in the passenger seat said something about how the driver was psychotic, and a backhand made him stop talking too. The elderly woman in the back screamed in panic, but the driver screamed in response. ”I can’t protect you if you won’t keep quiet. We could have been friends, we could have worked together, but YOU decided that you didn’t want to. YOU decided that I wasn’t someone worth helping, and YOU brought the consequences upon yourself. Don’t force me to do something we’ll all regret by continuing to drown out me trying to get us out of here alive.” [break][break]
The four seated sedan was speeding down the roads at near maximum speed, barreling towards the Cloud District at a pace that would have been worrying by itself. Soon, the driver would find his target… and what was standing in the way of the rescue. [break][break]
”Fucking animals. I can’t believe that someone would do something like this. Make sure to hold on tight, and whatever you do – don’t run out of the car and force me to come get you.” the driver would growl, accelerating to maximum speed and ramming the piece of shit preventing him from doing his job at top speed. [break][break]
…Back to Alina. [break][break]
Things were going great, frankly. With just a little bit more time, she was confident she could break through the Grimm material barrier outside of the Killer’s skin and burn right on through after that. The second he ran out of Grimm juice or whatever the fuck, this was over in a flash. She had heightened the heat to as high as she could do it, which pasted the napalm over his body like glue and tore through the material as quickly as it came. Her ears picked up the sound of a vehicle approaching, but she assumed that it was the police or something coming for backup and didn’t even turn her head to check. She was purely focused on keeping up the pressure and making sure the killer couldn’t move, which ended up being a mistake. [break][break]
She was directly hit on her left side, with her left hand being jammed into the car’s grill as she was yanked along for the ride, being dragged across the remaining, non-melted asphalt on the road. The sedan would have its driver’s side window rolled down as a familiar voice for some would holler out of it at everyone around. ”I know this may not matter to you, but I’m driving an old lady and her son to safety in this car. Know that if you attack me, you’re murdering innocent people in cold blood! You will not get in the way of justice! You will not get in the way of us doing the right thing! Your crimes will see the light of the day, and we will free Mistral from your tyranny!” [break][break]
The car stopped for a moment to cover for the recovering Killer and allow him to lunge inside of it before speeding away, accelerating as fast as possible back up the hill as he continued his high volume rant to nobody in particular. Alina’s arm was jammed really far inside the grille, and she lacked the physical strength to actually get it out and was too disoriented in the moment from the hit to make the exact semblance strike necessary to get it out without blowing up the engine itself. To be fair, it was kind of hard to focus when most of your body was getting dragged across the asphalt and occasionally ragdolled by impacted from the front of the car as the bouncing and the skidding never seemed to end. [break][break]
Her left arm was swallowed up to the shoulder and her hand was in enough machinery that she couldn't snap her fingers. The right hand was clutching the car for dear life to avoid being mulched under the tires for now. The window was still down on the driver's side, and she could hear the loud whimpering from the hostages and talking within the vehicle itself from the driver. [break][break]
"I'm sorry about the rudeness, Mr. Lee. I can't even imagine how hard it is for you to come back here. People treat me rudely and unfairly because I'm a wolfo, I can't imagine what it would be like for someone of your faunus species. Try not to take it too personally, my friend. Humans are terrible creatures who fear what is different, and we even have traitors to our own kind like this dumb dog in front of us. I can't believe she tried to carjack us, Mr. Lee, right after she assaulted you for no reason whatsoever except for what you look like. Sold out to the human overlords, no doubt. A veritable dictator in training. Just rest up, my friend, and I'll get you to where you're going in a jiffy." [break][break]
Attempting Problem: Distract the Killer So He Doesn't Murder Defenseless Carmim (Combatants 19) [break] Using Skill: A Semblance (+9 from A rank, +2 from Specialization, +8 from heroism for +19 total) [break] Roll: 1 + 19 = 20 [break] Result: Success with Crisis. [break][break]
Crisis Problem: Blast away the grille from the speeding car to break Alina free (Combatants 19)
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[attr="class","nikki103"]1477 words
[attr="class","nikki103"]KERCH KOZAKS
[attr="class","nikki103"]5891 TOTAL WORDS
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NOTES
A Semblance, D Weapons, B Dust Enhancement, C Durability, C Agility, C Martial Arts, D Stamina, D Exhaustion