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 Kishka Burzanova on May 19, 2021 14:01:34 GMT -5
KISHKA BURZANOVA
There was nothing quite as reassuring as having a capable team.
Kishka cleared the path through the smoke screen with ease, but was still dealing with the suppressive fire when Miette arrived on the scene. Ruqa engaged the faunus quickly enough, and Kishka kept her distance, prepared to support her squadmate with ranged attacks once she found a clear shot. The issue was that the two fighters were fast and aggressive at melee range, which didn’t lend well to taking a shot without risking hitting Ruqa in the process.
Worse, the faunus’s goons were still not yet done taking potshots, so she was preoccupied with nullifying their attacks, until she got annoyed enough by their persistence to knock their guns out of their hands with her umbrella.
It was annoying that she didn’t have her cannon. Would have made disarming them much quicker and simpler.
She turned back to the main fighting, to find that Ruqa had been knocked aside, but that Opal had stepped up to take her place, which left Kishka with ample opportunity to move to the four-armed Huntress, helping her back to her feet if needed. She hadn’t seen much of the doctor’s fighting capabilities, but recognized that Opal was indeed a Huntsman, and not only a medic. Much like Doc, she had no doubt that he could hold his own here, and she was proven right as the mouse faunus went down relatively soon after.
”Excellent work. I’ll-” She moved to conduct her interrogation of the terrorist, when Reed came striding into the room, calling out as he moved to take the reins. Kishka said nothing, only returned his wink with a curt head nod, and a hint of a smile.
He wasn’t in any danger from an aura-broken shrimp, after all, and if his intimidation attempt failed, hers wouldn’t, so no harm done whatever happened.
That freed her up to hear Bianca’s alert, the same time as a strange message popped up on her Scroll.
”Taking out the gunman on the roof; I’ll catch up, concentrate on taking out the leaders. They’re trying to split us up, so be careful.”
Not wasting time with the ladders, she bolted out the door ahead of her, and opened her umbrella, disappearing instantly from sight as the wind caught her, throwing her up and backwards, over the train car.
Which was her intent, after all.
Using her semblance on her own weapon, she gave a violent shout as she forced it downward, fighting the current hard enough to snap the dusty umbrella closed again- it jabbed with a metallic clang into the roof of the train, leaving a small dent as she forced herself onto the roof in record timing.
The man with the turret turned around, bewildered, and changed his focus of fire onto her, leaving the Manta free to continue its trajectory up ahead. This worked well in her favor, as she fought her way forward, towards him, pushing against the wind and the speed of the train.
He was a big guy, with a big gun, and he didn’t seem too pleased to be stopped by this irritating umbrella woman. A blitz of machine gun fire hailed out at her, but she managed to deflect most of it, only taking a few stray shots against the fringes of her Aura. Still very annoying to deal with.
Worse, her footing was precarious at best, though her armor did a lot to weigh her down some, holding her steady atop the high-speed vehicle. The machine gunner opened fire again, but this time, she was ready, dashing in an arc towards the edge of the train, as he sprayed hot lead all around her.
Thrusting her umbrella down, jabbing its tip into the roof, she whipped around it, swinging all of her momentum back towards the gunner, who she successfully caught by surprise with a series of thrusts and swings.
To his credit, he kept up easily enough, using the heavy turret as a melee weapon, delivering some powerful blows that dented the roof in her stead, as Kishka rolled and ducked around his telegraphed attacks.
Still, she wasn’t doing much damage to him, and it was definitely seeming like a bit of a standstill.
Up until her eyes caught sight of the tracks ahead.
With no warning, she burned a decent chunk of her Aura to use her Semblance on her entire suit of armor- immediately, she flew backwards, slamming hard against the train roof, with a loud clangorous thump.
The gunner took this opportunity to raise the massive turret up for a free coup de grâce, a wide grin on his face, as Kishka clenched her eyes shut.
...Until the smile was wiped clear off of him, as the Argus Limited passed through a tunnel through a large mountain.
The narrow space above the train left little room for Kishka to maneuver, as occasional rough bits of stone scraped at her breastplate. But she was doing a lot better than the gunman was- had she opened her eyes at the point of impact, she’d have definitely seen him slammed hard into the mountainside, and then thrown underneath the Argus Limited, as he passed through an opening between two of the cars.
Not a pretty ending…
A few seconds later, the train appeared again from beneath the tunnel, and Kishka breathed a heavy sigh of relief as she sat up, before clamoring to her feet and heading back down into the fray once more. She hoped things were going smoothly back inside.
She clicked push-to-talk on her comms device- ”Target eliminated. Requesting status update.”
Attempting Problem: Prevent the Gunman From Using the Turret! (Obstacle 10) Skill Used: D Speed Additional Die: Specialized E Semblance Roll: 8 + 2 = 10 (SUCCESS)
So far, so good. Chloro was making good progress as she prowled through the train car to the next, where some fighting had occured and was dying down. A quick glance through the small train window door revealed this next car was the one the huntsmen dropped into. Good for them, absolutely fucking horrible for her. As she thought of a plan to divide and conquer in a way she could do with relative ease, checking on the cameras, something changed her entire approach to the plan. A new message cropped up on her tablet, and to follow onto it, the blonde woman looked up at the camera expectantly. This, this was interesting.
Taking another glance through the train door window into the next car, she took a few moments to think of a plan, as more fighting came from the rear of the train. It seemed that her quarry and claim was located at the far back, and this... "potential" was at the front. She could be swayed, and that was a good opportunity. The huntsmen weren't moving any time soon, at least she thought that to be true so right now, she could climb over the top of the train and hopefully make it to the other side, and dropped back down into the train again. It was simple right? She opened up the message window and fired one back at the mystery blonde. "The cameras don't do you justice love." With a swipe of her hand, she sent the message and strapped the tablet to her hip before she slammed the door open and took the ladder up to the rooftops of the train.
And... Kishka was up at the top. This complicated things. Heavily. Her bike was exceptionally far by now and she couldn't wait for that to speed up just for a quick 5 second ride ahead, and she wasn't strong enough to clamber along the side of the train. The only way, was over. Just a quick few seconds of revelation, then she can dip back into the train. Although, those few seconds could change the entire ordeal of this job. Taking a deep breath, she pulled herself up and broke into a sprint. She wasn't the fastest thing in the world, but her semblance gave assistance to this as she picked up speed almost instantly, leaping over the hole and speeding past Kishka. Hopefully Chloro was unreconisable in her full black leather jacket, trousers and black helmet. Just as quickly as she appeared, she disappeared down one car before the engine of the train, and slipped back into the doors, letting her chameleon skin take over and obscure her form as she moved through.
Post by Ruqa Reyes on May 22, 2021 19:24:34 GMT -5
Ruqa had been hit hard with that blow but she was still standing if a bit shaken. She winces as a the blue haired person with the cute features places a hand on her neck to examine the extent of damage.
"Bruised" they say, as though Ruqa couldn't fucking figure that out herself. But she doesn't bite back, a little short on air to start yelling again.
They finish their examination and return their attention to the club wielding bandit who was absolutely fuming at not being paid attention and attempts to do the same stunt with that pink semblance on Opal. But with huntsman like reflexes, the boy dodges out of the way to let Miette waste her attack on an ice dummy, leaving her exposed to some quick thrusts from his sword.
That sounded mega wrong but she didn't correct herself. She supposed she should be happy that the randy little bandit was defeated but a stubborn part of her wanted to be the one to do it. Again this was a situation where she best keep her mouth shut regardless of what she wanted.
Running into the train car the huntsman trainee, Reed, had taken a look at the scene and had brought the mouse faunus' confidence even lower with that little intimidation scene.
She didn't smile at that, she did not.
It was funny though so she would give him that. And it worked too, so she couldn't complain. Still, making a promise to the bandits? That was over stepping some bounds there and she was sure there might be consequences for the huntsman if he actually tried to keep his side of the deal.
Ruqa would leave that responsibility up to him however. She wasn't digging him out of that mess. It would be a learning lesson she decided.
She needed this mission to go well. People were supposed to be counting on her. The success or failure of this mission all hinged on if Ruqa Reyes could do what needed to be done.
Globlets of a mysterious liquid flew through the doorway, spattering on the side panel above Miette's and the Butcher's head.
Eyes were turned and a new target was acquired.
The mouse faunus leaned back, desperate to not get it in her hair. "EUGH that's fucking rank dude. Go see a fucking docter about that." "Shut up!" said the voice a few train cars over, continuing to spray their load all over the train car.
Ruqa despised the little mouse bandit for what she'd done to her but honestly, she was pretty much in agreement there.
Ruqa opened a train compartment door to see four businessmen and women cowering, huddled into the corner of their seats. "Sorry about this, just stay out of line of sight" Ruqa croaks, grabs onto the door and rips it off it's hinges, continuing her rampant abuse of the train's structural integrity.
She holds the door upright between two hands and runs into the next car, using her makeshift shield to avoid most of the goblets. She jumps over wet stains on the floor, weaving between shots, trying her best to get into the cargo hold.
The door was descent protection but couldn't get her all the way past the glue. Making her decision she ditches the door and charges into the cargo hold without even looking.
Inside Team THRN were in a death match with an enormous thug.
A dark skinned man with dreads as black as oil, armoured up like a tank, and swinging a sword that was bigger than Ruqa was tall.
Ruqa felt antsy just looking at him and she gears up for a fight. If four people were struggling to take this guy out, then Miss Reyes would have to lend a han-
Time slows down as Ruqa looks up above the bandits head in horror.
Nik Burzanova. One of the members of Team THRN. One of the familiar faces from the first Argus Limited Mission. The man with the infamous repuation that came from the massive fuck-up that was Train Car Five.
The man dashes from behind the bandit, climbing up the rows of crates as he elevates himself into the air.
Spining around like blade made of living lightning, Nik propels himself into a 760 degree spin, leaving a blur that shoots out sparks hazardously.
At the speed the male Burzanova was going his blade was going to cut anything it came into contact with.
Or he could have aimed a bit too high, slamming into the roof, skull first instead of cutting down into the bandit.
The live wire that was Nik was pushed even further as the electrical output of his weapon breaks like shoddy gunmetal and electrifies the ceiling, lighting the entire car alight with thunder.
Wilt Thyne, Kier Hamelin, Canary Rose, Nik Burzanova, One Bandit, and One Ruqa Reyes.
Electricity courses through everyone, lighting their brains on fire, and knocking most of them to the ground.
An attack that was leagues more effective than the attempt from way back then but pointed in all the wrong directions.
Nik Burzanova face plants onto the floor, hand somehow still gripping onto Stahlblesk with his finger glued to the trigger until it finally dies out.
The bandit drops to one knee, shuddering, but confused as to why his enemies were on the ground too.
The rest of Team THRN pick themselves up, lightly convulsing as the electricity leaves their nervous system, staring daggers into their most despised team member who didn't even look guilty.
And Ruqa Reyes, aura knocked down to a clear 60%, on her hands and knees, teeth grit hard enough to crack.
Her back was on fire. Her prosthesis made her a lightning rod even more than the others, giving her an even bigger share of Nik's thunder.
She was alive!
She was dying.
This was all just one bad dream.
It was bringing back memories.
A moronic ally, putting her in the way of their friendly fire.
Already little trust and patience stripping away into something wrathful like dry tinder and a match box
This was basically self defence. "I'mmmmmm gonnnnnna fucccccckkiiiing" Ruqa slurs, wincing as sparks flying out from the electronics on her back.
"FUCK IT." Ruqa screams, and throws a dozen haymaker at Nik Burzanova.
The man's head twists to the left and to the right, under the stress that was Mantis Brachius.
The rest of Team THRN look on in horror and in their rush to save Nik just run into the path of Ruqa's fists. They were frustrated too but they couldn't let the dude die after all. They were... friends or something. Although they would likely feel that was wrong too after a few more seconds of this.
Wilt Thyme slashes her twin swords Ebb and Flow in between Ruqa and Nik hoping to drive them apart which works for a second until the return of the bandit drives though the group to throw the tower of a sword through the huntress, knocking Wilt flying into the other car.
Ruqa catches Stahlblesk from cutting her head off and drives her foot into Nik's stomach, sending him into the train ceiling once again.
The man falls apart like a ragdoll but Ruqa Reyes was showing no signs of stopping.
This was a disaster. Even more infighting would just leave the bandits a bigger opportunity to get away.
But Ruqa Reyes didn't care.
Was it wrong of her to want revenge more than she wants healing?
Maybe this was just how things are.
Instead of making the battle a 1 vs 5 this was now a 1 vs 4 vs 1. And everyone was losing.
Word Count: 1283
Total Word Count: 2856 Weapon [D] Ruqa's Colour Hex: 54e1fb Miette's Colour Hex: FFBCD9
Attempting DM Problem #3: Reach the Train’s Cargo (Obstacle 11) Using: D Weap + Heroism = +10 t!roll1d10+10 Result: 1+10=11 (Success but Crisis)
Introducing Ruqa's Crisis: Get to Ruqa and Nik in time before they kill each other (Objective 11)
Last Edit: May 22, 2021 19:47:06 GMT -5 by Ruqa Reyes
Post by Bianca Sabbato on May 22, 2021 21:25:05 GMT -5
I knew I had nothing to fear once I saw Kishka was on the case of the roof tower. As she exited the car like fucking Mary Poppins and quickly got her footing right to start chasing the terrorist... Good shit, it was a relief having someone like her leading this. Made things easier.
As I evaluated the situation, I got another message. Thinking it would be CARMIM again, I only glanced at it with disinterest, but when I saw the author was someone else, I decided to check it out just in case.
Whatever this fake-ass name Kassandra Wraith was, she seemed to have legit good info about what was happening on the train. Some photos appeared to fit well with what we could see thus far... I still would be careful about trusting this info, but I would nonetheless keep it in mind.
As I was doing that, I couldn’t react fast enough when one of the terrorists opened the door and tried to spray his sticky white load all over the cute mouse girl and Opal. He deftly dodged the precocious assault, but we couldn’t prevent the asshole from retreating to the safety of car two.
That couldn’t stand, and I was just about to go and try to deal with it when heavy sounds of fighting from behind caught my attention. I saw Ruqa speed towards the fighting noises and decided it was best to follow suit. The last thing we wanted was to be sandwiched between two opposing forces.
-We will deal with whatever is happening in the back and regroup with you later. Good luck- I called out to the people who seemed like they were planning on moving ahead. It was likely that their last bastion of resistance would be the front car, so it made sense to leave that for the end and consolidate our forces before attacking.
However, Ruqa had a good head-start on me. So she was moving a few meters ahead of me when Nik’s failed electric attack happened... Wich meant Ruqa eat the brunt of that stupid maneuver.
I could only see Nik spinning like a Beyblade while trying to cut down a really burly man with nice dreads (But not as pretty as mine, of course) and a sword looking straight out of an anime. Sparks were flying out of Nik, so it was clear he was empowering his weapon somehow.
Stopping in my tracks, I gave some quick steps back as that asshole of Nicholas electrified the entirety of car five... Again. I escaped most of the damage but still was rightfully pissed at him...
Sadly, it seemed someone else was even angrier than me. In a moment, Ruqa went from a calm and collected huntress to a she-demon who started attacking the Burzanov like she was intending to kill him.
Soon enough, the rest of his teammates intervened to separate the four-armed girl from her current prey. But all of them were interrupted when the swordsman charged in between them, joining the fray as well.
But that was good, as it meant that Ruqa and company would surely put their little squabble aside and join forces to take down the real enemy. Wich would make fighting him way easier even if they had struggled before...
Except this didn’t happen. For some unknowable, stupid reason, this didn’t happen.
It seemed like Ruqa was... Fighting with the rest of Nik’s group... And looked much more concerned with beating the shit out of the Burzanov than actually doing her damn fucking job and saving the dozens of persons in danger on this damn train.
I’m not one to get angry very often. But this shit really struck a chord.
After having to endure so much shit, after Qui’li, Solomon, Raul, Holly, Arrats, Ferric... People still couldn’t just swallow their stupid emotions and do their fucking job!
I called a large amount of earth towards me from around the road. Serpentine lines of soil and dirt floating towards the speeding train, spinning like thin drills that pierced the walls of the argus limited, covering the walls and cargo of car five.
If the presents turned around, they would see a very angry-looking Bianca Sabbato staring daggers at them. But only the terrorist had the clearance of mind to run as far as he could and duck behind a crate.
Without a warning, my earth shoot towards the brawling huntsman and huntresses. Ensnaring and covering the totality of their bodies before launching them to a side where my semblance stuck them to the walls. Leaving only their heads free for the moment. For them to breathe and listen very, very closely.
-Don’t know who started it. But I’m ending it...-
I said, freeing the unconscious body of Nik Burzanov to fall to the ground. Unconcious, no thanks to me, mind you, as Ruqa beat the shit out of him for me. We couldn’t lose any more times, nor give the terrorist any more advantages.
-If you cannot do your job, then lay down with the civilians, but do this again, and I’m throwing you all out of the train...-
I called out as I walked in front of them, trying to guard the immobilized huntsman. In case the enemy decided to go for a sneak attack.
I took out some handcuffs and tossed them towards Nik as I kept an eye on my surroundings.
I would cuff him and leave him there later. Nik was clearly more of a menace to this whole operation than an asset. So it would be better for him to take a long nap... I just hoped the rest of the idiot troupe wouldn’t give me the same problem.
-Let’s work- I called out, releasing them from the earth that now laced the surface of the cart... Using so much material was really fucking taxing, so I really hoped I wouldn’t need to deal with this bullshit again.
Just as I was freeing rat boy, the last member of Team whatever. The terrorist decided to come out of his hiding spot, still bent on stopping us now that we weren’t doing his job for him.
He brandished his sword and started cautiously advancing towards us. I unsheathed my spear.
-Now... As a fucking team-
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Attempting Ruqa's crisis: Get to Ruqa and Nik in time before they kill each other (Combatants 11)
Post by Reed Apollo on May 23, 2021 6:53:54 GMT -5
His captive cracked, informing him of the general situation on the train. Apollo felt his stomach do a little flip, this was bad. The control room was taken, the enemy had hostages, and they were attempting to steal the cargo. Multiple points that required handling by their already rather short staffed team. Laughter came form the car ahead as some liquid came blasting into the huntsmen's car. Luckily Butcher avoided the impact and Reed pulled the Mouse Faunus over to the wall nearby even as she continued to shout.
"Shut up," He commanded to the mouse," You and your boys want evac? Then keep your head down, your mouth shut, and so help me if you try anything funny I'll throw you onto the tracks myself."
Pressure was getting to him and his words came out a snarl at the enemy Faunus.
People were already in motion all around him. Kishka had bailed out, vanishing onto the roof of the train. One of the huntresses had blasted towards the cargo hold and Bianca had turned to Reed and spoken before turning to follow.
"Thanks Bi, go kick some ass." He called after.
What to do? He had to keep pushing forward. With Bianca and her team securing the cargo car, it would mean the huntsmen would have reclaimed the back half of the train. Ahead however were men and women being held by the crazed man ahead. His laughter still echoing through the car as Reed thought. They had to push ahead, help the people, and reclaim the engine room.
Thumps sounded on the roof ahead and Kishka's voice came over the comm line of Reed's scroll. He grabbed the device and clicked a button.
"Apollo here. Cargo bay is compromised. Bianca and lady huntress en route. Enemy has cliamed control room and has hostages ahead. Pushing forward." He called back to their team leader.
Reed peeked into the car ahead and had only a second to pull his head back as another blast of the liquid was shot at him. His quick glance showed him the car ahead, hostages in seats, and a stout fat man standing in the corridor facing Reed down.
Frontal assault be damned. Time to get creative. He counted the windows in the car and then Kicked the frame of the nearest window, bounced back, kicked it again harder and watched the frame pull from the train and fall out with a small crash. He turned to Butcher.
"I'll grab his attention. Take him out." He said.
And with that he threw himself out the window.
In the brief second he was in the freefall, the air whipping around him he he releases Solarus Arc. The yoyo spun out, moving ahead and smashing into the farthest window ahead on the car above. The glass crashed inward and the body of the yoyo wrapped around the beam in the center of the window. Reed activated the winch, and his momentum was suddenly being propelled towards the train once again. Feet first he collided with the window, which frame and all came out and slammed to the floor of the car.
Reed landed, Solarus Arc swinging back into his hand. He was behind the large man, who would now find himself between the two huntmen.
"Suprise." Reed called.
---- WC:551/2511
Attempted Problem: Get past mysterious liquid (Hazard 12) using heroism and agility roll 10+9+19. Success
The rooftops were turning out to be a pretty dangerous place to be, which was surprising, considering it was only a high-speed train moving through winding mountain paths, overclocking the usual speed limits set by the engineer, who was currently out of commission.
Chloro took her chance to make a break for it as soon as Kishka was sufficiently distracted, giving her a little head start to leap over to the second car, and then down into the first.
Kishka was still faster, however, though in this case, that didn’t matter much, because as she reached the end of the second car, something felt off- she had no idea where it came from, but as her foot touched down on the steel, she was rocked by an explosive fireball, throwing her dangerously close to falling off the train entirely- she flew back to the back of the car, narrowly clutching the railing for support.
At least she was dangling precariously in a place filled with friends; Car Two had its own interesting sights to behold, as Reed swung around through the windows to flank what appeared to be a stout guy with a huge backpack and a nozzle hose, who was currently in the process of spewing hot sticky justice all over a row of already-stuck passengers. He stopped giggling as the Huntsman approached.
”Huh? Hey, who invited you, little monkey man? This is our train now, take a hike!” A splatter of what now seemed to be glue shot out towards Reed, as the dastardly criminal sprinted across the car to continue dousing his hostages.
He was surprisingly agile for a man of his build and size, especially with the big contraption strapped to his back. And, as ridiculous as he was, he was also very clearly a threat, as a flash of his Aura solidified the glue he’d just spurted out instantly, hardening it into a dense shell, more like a thin metal than any kind of glue. It wasn’t going to be an easy fight...
...But still not as bad as the fight awaiting Team THR(N), Ruqa, and Bianca.
All the way back in Car Five, the dark-haired man took advantage of the situation spiralling wildly out of control, using the chaos created from Ruqa and Nik’s in-fighting to take hold of the cargo- a single heavy-duty safe, at least big enough to house an especially small person, covered in high-tech lock mechanisms and protective shielding.
And, with a small heave of his massive shoulders, the man chucked it right out of the train, through the open back door.
Someone with especially fast reflexes might be able to grab it before it flew out, but that wasn’t the only problem here.
Once his task was done, he turned back to the Huntsmen, who were now getting their shit together now that Bianca had finished freeing them from her motivational maneuvers. He eyed her curiously, as her Semblance had capably dealt with all five other Huntsmen at once. ”Impressive.” Not impressive enough, however.
Because now there wasn’t one armored man with black dreads- there were four, identical to one another.
And they were moving as a well-trained unit, attacking as one, whenever any opportunity presented itself, and just as easily falling back when their enemy attacked. This was no simple thug; his movements were too refined, his sword-play too meticulous. And now their numbers advantage was gone.
In the corner, Nik shrieked and screamed obscenities, fighting against his handcuffs, clearly very annoyed that he was restrained and unable to fight the terrorists. In the end, he settled for barking orders at the rest of his team, who complied with no small amount of fear- even constrained as he was, they were pretty sure he’d manage to attack them next.
Miraculously, though, the steely-eyed spearman’s tactics were sound, and it was apparent that he was at least familiar enough with his teammates’ capabilities to put them to good use. Wilt shot forward with her Afterimage, and took an aggressive lunge after one of the armored men, and Canary darted between their foes, jabbing at them with her thorny Semblance. And while the train was hardly the best place for his Semblance, Kier’s swarm, smaller than usual, still proved to be quite distracting for at least one jet-haired swordsman.
Not that it would be enough to stop him and his clones entirely...
On the other end of the train, things were much less chaotic.
”Took you long enough. Love to keep a girl in suspense, hm?” The blonde girl grinned at Chloro as she slid into the front car, just as the engineer’s head finally slumped against the ground. Unconscious, by the looks of it.
The girl herself couldn’t have been much older than Chloro, and was in fact a bit smaller than her. In her hands, she held a Scroll, though it was much higher tech than anything Chloro had likely seen before, excluding some of her own designs of course. And with that Atlesian accent, it wasn’t really that surprising either.
Her finger hovered delicately over a button on the screen of her Scroll. ”Come to stop me? Or did you just want to come and chat?” She stepped lightly towards the controls, fiddling with a couple of dials and levers, relatively unconcerned with Chloro’s approach unless the chameleon girl made a hostile move against her.
As she did so, everyone aboard the Argus Limited would notice the train kicking into higher gear- they’d been going fast before, but now things were really picking up.
DM Problem #5: Defeat “Carmim Clover” (Must Be Completed in Order:) Combatants 14: Fight “Carmim” Social 14: Free the Passengers from the Glue
DM Problem #6: Defeat “Jet” (Any Order) Obstacle 15: Rescue the Cargo, Without Flying Overboard Combatants 17: Fight “Jet”
DM Problem #1: Secure Squad Entry to the Train, From Manta (Obstacle 9) Solved by Opal. 19 OP. DM Problem #2: Identify the Identity of the Hijackers (Social 11) Solved by Chloro. 21 OP. Kishka Problem #1: Lancer Swarm Attacking the Manta (Combatants 10) Solved by Bianca. 20 OP. Opal Problem #1: Help the reinforcement reach the train rooftop safely (Hazard 10) Solved by Reed. 20 OP. Reed Crisis: Secure line to train (Hazard 10) Solved by Ruqa. Ruqa Problem #1: Clear the Smoke Hiding the Terrorists (Hazard 8) Solved by Kishka. 18 OP. Chloro Problem #1: Identify the Function of the Devices (Social 11)
Ruqa Problem #2: Deal with the Bad-Mouthed Mouse! Attempted by Ruqa. Solved by Opal. 27 OP. Opal Problem #2: Info on the Go! (Social 11) Solved by Reed. 21 OP. Bianca Problem #1: Stop the Gunman from Using the Turret. (Obstacle 10) Solved by Kishka. 20 OP. DM Problem #3: Reach the Train’s Cargo (Obstacle 11) - Info Given Upon Success Solved by Ruqa. 21 OP. DM Problem #4: Get Past the Mysterious Liquid (Hazard 12) - Info Given Upon Success Solved by Reed. 22 OP. Ruqa Crisis: Get to Ruqa and Nik Before They Kill Each Other (Obstacle 11) Solved by Bianca. DM Problem #5: Defeat “Carmim Clover” (Must Be Completed in Order:) Combatants 13: Fight “Carmim”
Social 14: Free the Passengers from the Glue
DM Problem #6: Defeat Jet (Any Order) Obstacle 15: Rescue the Cargo, Without Flying Overboard
Combatants 17: Fight “Jet”
Total OP: 209
Kishka: 50 RP (Problem Solved by Bianca, Solved Ruqa’s Problem, Solved Bianca’s Problem) Opal: 61 RP (Solved DM Problem #1, Problem Solved by Reed, Solved Ruqa’s Problem, Problem Solved by Reed.) Chloro: 20 RP (Solved DM Problem #2) Reed: 60 RP (Solved Opal’s Problem, Solved Opal’s Problem, Solved DM Problem #4.) Ruqa: 48 RP (Solved Reed’s Crisis, Problem Solved by Kishka, Solved DM Problem #3.) Bianca: 50 RP (Solved Kishka’s Problem, Problem Solved by Kishka, Solved Ruqa’s Crisis.)
Post by Ruqa Reyes on May 25, 2021 16:36:05 GMT -5
Ruqa was about to give Nik another shiner before a wave of soil was upon them. Drilling through metal plate, earth floods the train car, pushing four huntsman to one side of the train and pining them there.
Ruqa's head pokes out of the mass, spitting gravel out of her mouth, and swearing.
She tries to bring her fists forward, to fight it, but this dirt was keeping her completely restrained, only leaving her to stew in her anger. "Pft. Buh? Bianca? W-what the hell is th-" Ruqa starts before she meets Bianca's disappointed eyes.
Her rage had burned uncontrollablly when she was trying to rip Nik apart but at the sight of Bianca looking down at her, her embers retreated back down to coals, trying to hide from what she was seeing.
She lowers her gaze and patiently allows Bianca to chastize them for the infighting all the while knowing where the blame lay. She might have considered it "self-defense" but Nik's shockwave was no more personal than a poorly timed hand grenade. Reckless and put others in harm's way, yes, but not directed with genuine malintent. The fist's that Ruqa had thrown, on the other hand, were designed specifically to hurt someone she considered, even now, an "ally".
There wasn't much point arguing with Bianca. Of course Bianca was right. They were fools to get distracted and this would be the best excuse Ruqa was going to get to let this little embaressment slide.
Not that she was going to quietly just take it.
Bianca releases her semblance and Ruqa's feet finally meet solid ground again as she shakes the dirt off her. Ruqa turns to the lizard faunus with a sullen glare. "I didn't ask for you to butt in, Bianca," Ruqa snarled bitterly but without any energy behind it. "He fricken... he fucking backstabbed me, betrayed me! Do I just gotta let it slide now?" Ruqa asks incredulously, as though this was the time for any conversation. For some reason, Ruqa was unable to discern an accident from betrayal. Unable to discern ally from enemy and unwilling to let this incident go. "If you think I'm making a mistake, fine. But I didn't ask for your help," Ruqa says, pointing an accusing finger in Bianca's face.
This was probably the end of their friendship, Ruqa thought emptily, not that they were close in the first place. It was all Ruqa's fault regardless but it was easier this way. Might as well leave no room for misinterpretation. Mights as well set every bridge around you on fire. That was just Ruqa's fate.
The last member of Team THR(N), Wilt, ran into Train Car Five with a relieved smile on her face. "Aw jeez thanks Bianca I wouldn't've been able to stop em without uh..."
Wilt takes a look at the handcuffed Nik, the glaring Ruqa, and smirking bandit, and quickly decides this is the time to remain silent. "My bad, my bad," Wilt admits, retreating to her soil covered teammates.
As Bianca orders the disorganized huntsman to fight together, Team THRN fall into a comfortable position as they used their combined strengths to slowly wear down the quad of armoured bandits.
But Ruqa?
She gave nothing more than a snort to show Bianca what she thought of "teamwork".
Ruqa charges toward one of the Jet's and launches an open hand over his face, releasing a cloud of ice dust, freezing his entire head solid in a block of ice. That Jet continues unflinchingly, more evidence she wasted an attack on a clone that was not even broken by that attack.
She swears as the clones respond to her assault two fold as two tower swords swing to collide with her at the center. She extends her arms to the left and right of her to catch both before they land a hit but the servos in her prosthetics scream as they try to hold back the power of those swords.
With a final shove she pushes the swords away as they slide past her, burying themselves into the metal wall at either side. She pushes herself out of that tight spot and locks eyes with the two remaining Jet's on the other side of the car who were dealing with a bunch of rats for some reason.
The two Jet's turn to her and swing first as they bring mighty swords down, capable of crushing as much as they could cut. Ruqa glides past the first but the same cannot be said about the second.
It crashes down through her right elbow and then the other right elbow, lopping them off at the hinge. Two arms discarded carelessly but Ruqa doesn't slow down. She was completely unbalanced, all left arms now, but they were enough to finish the job.
She throws her semblance enhanced fist into the gut of the last Jet who buckles over, gasping as air escapes his lungs. And Ruqa smiles. Semblance clones don't breathe but people do.
Ruqa doubles down on her assault, throwing down superpowered punches to destroy the man's armour. But he was still standing and that had to change.
Using her semblance enhanced strength she drags him by the collar and throws him out the back of the train, thinking that it worked so well the last time.
The man falls but Ruqa wasn't supposed to fall with him.
Jet drops his sword and grabs onto Ruqa's wrist with both hands as he drags Ruqa along to fall with him.
"Heh. Clique." the man smirks, unworried as both bandit and huntress fall to the speeding away train tracks below.
Ruqa tumbles away, eyes in shock as time slows down for her as the train seems to get farther away from her. This was a situation she had been in before but last time she was standing on the other side where she had her feet firmly planted on steel, not air.
The bandit let's go of her as one of his clones grabs him by the foot to pull him back into the train.
But Ruqa? There wasn't much else for her to do besides accept gravity.
Word Count: 1027 Total Word Count: 3883 Weapon [D] Sem [C] Ice Dust [F] Ruqa's Colour Hex: 54e1fb Miette's Colour Hex: FFBCD9 Jet's Colour Hex: 556a83
Once within the walls of the last train car before the engine car, she took her time to think as she crept ever closer. This was risky as fuck, and risked everything she had worked for till this point. Was it worth it? Probably not, it could go south quickly and that would be the end of it. Everyone she knew was better at combat than her, but she often had a way to talk her way out of situations, or bypass any situation to begin with thanks to her chameleon skin. The engine car had two bandits just guarding the door just in case people came to cause issues, which Chloro took down in spectacular fashion.
She simply smacked one in the shoulder whilst invisible, and caused some in-fighting, and once they were weakened enough, she cracked them both upside the head with her staff and KO'd them instantly. They can take a long nap, hopefully longer than the time required with this mystery blonde. She passed through the first door and locked it behind her with semblance, and paused for a moment as a seed of doubt grew within herself. Was this a good idea? Why was she here and not at the back trying to secure the cargo? Just to make sure she still had eyes on the rear of the train, she pulled the tablet out and recalled her ride and linked up the camera on the front of it to a part of her visor, and left it for now. It was going to be a while before the bike caught up with the train, if it could that is. This thing had been picking up speed since she got on.
Taking a deep breath, she used her semblance once more to unlock the engine car door and relock it, making sure again, that no one could follow. Turning around once more, she looked to the rear of the blonde girl, now in much higher definition than the camera picture she got. The girl spoke up as she kept a finger over the button on the scroll, and also caused the train to kick up into higher gear than before. Her bike was most certainly not catching up anymore, but it would keep eyes on anything that might fall off. She made a very much non-threatening approached as she crouched beside the unconcious engineer, making double sure he hadn't died as she might need to use him later before standing up and moving to the side, leaning besides one of the windows and taking off her helmet. The now helmet-less "Kassandra Wraith" had black hair trailing to her shoulders, a necklace with the Chaos sigil on and bright red eyes. Chloro pulled out her scroll and began attempting her converse with the blonde Atlesian girl. She had personally messaged her after all.
"Impressive work, but of course I'm sure you hear that a lot. Atlesian minds are often smarter than most others after all. I've just come to talk before either changing my course or continuing with my own plans. You're a curious one, smart and cunning. I like that." She sent the message to the blonde's scroll, keeping her helmet under her other arm with her staff leaning up against the wall.
Post by Bianca Sabbato on May 28, 2021 0:25:32 GMT -5
To my surprise, the swordsman lifted the contents of the cargo car and threw them outside the train with as much ease as someone picking a stuffed animal... Okay, so he was strong. Duly noted.
Speaking of which... I wondered what the hell was in that safe... It must have been expensive as fuck for him to be so worried about him. Even deciding to abandon it on the tracks likely to retrieve it later... Whatever it was, it was something he and his folks would be very pissed off about losing.
I would be thinking about that later... For now, there was another thing stealing my attention away from the fight... Ruqa.
This bitch just didn’t know when to shut up. I was under the impression that the one with a penchant to talk a lot was me, not Ruqa.
I believed Nik was the main culprit of this mess, but it seemed Ruqa was just as volatile as the older Burzanov... I would be having some harsh words with both of them once this was done. We needed all the helpful hands we could get, not huntsman acting like fucking children.
Well, of course, she was supposed to let it slide! Even she could tell it was an accident, I was sure of it. So it was just a bullshit excuse to attack Nik for some reason, probably because she was angry with him, but there is a time and a place for everything.
In the middle of a terrorist attack with people’s lives on the line and while fighting a skilled enemy was certainly not the place for Ruqa to get back at Nicholas.
On the edge of my vision, I saw Ruqa point an accusing finger towards me, as she declared that she never asked me to get involved... Like... Bitch. I never asked for permission in the first place. Sorry if I hurt your fucking feelings. But couldn’t you please just focus on the damn mission for a minute?
I swear she was messing even my concentration at this rate. And I was the student. Ruqa was the one supposed to be a professional huntress.
-Hostile ahead, we talk later...- Was all my response to Ruqa’s words. I was really tempted to tell her to can it and do her job. But considering how badly she had reacted, I legitimately feared that would prompt Ruqa to attack me at the worse possible time.
And speaking of bad times, ours had been multiplied by four when the swordsman showcased a clone-based semblance that seemed really damn powerful in its own right. But surprisingly, Nicholas, of all people, was managing to give some very sound commands to the rest of his team.
Maybe the older Burzanov had more going on with him than what I gave him credit for. If things were looking hairy, I could go and cut his handcuffs to free him. It wouldn’t take me more than a few seconds, and it would give him a chance to join the fray even in his sorry state... I still feared that he could get over his head and get himself killed, though... So that could wait.
Whatever the case, we had an enemy ahead of us, so I picked one of the four nasty ones and started trading blows with him.
He was surprisingly strong. And very skilled. So I struggled with keeping up with him and had an even harder time landing good blows without letting myself be too exposed. I had the slight suspicion that he was one of the clones, but someone had to keep him busy either way alongside Kier’s rats.
I gasped in horror as I saw Ruqa’s arms come flying off her body. But soon enough, I calmed myself by remembering that they were metallic prostheses. So there was a chance she still had an aura left to protect her from further injury.
Ruqa seemed to be doing a number on the swordsman, diving in and punching him so hard he had to gasp for air. And just when it looked like Ruqa would manage to dispatch one of them by throwing him off the train, the unexpected happened.
The four-armed huntress fell to the tracks. In the microsecond that this happened, I started running, ducking the man’s swords, and going straight for Ruqa.
Speeding past Jet as the remains of team Thorn kept him distracted. I jumped outside of the train and immediately called for the earth I had gotten inside the car. Creating a lifeline connecting the cargo and giving Ruqa and myself a platform to ride and get back into the train. So it wouldn’t just keep marching on and leaving us behind.
It was close to one of the most taxing things I have done in my life, and my aura certainly would feel it if I tried to keep it up for long. I used to earth to slowly drag the small safe back towards the train... But it was simply too much, keeping the whole thing stable, keeping Ruqa on top of it, keeping myself on top of it.
I wouldn’t last like that. I needed some help as soon as possible.
-Ruqa!- I screamed to get her attention. Still trying to pay attention to the noise of fighting behind us. Sorry, team Thorn, you’ll have to keep him busy for a second.
-Grab the cargo and try to get back on the train, I will hold this for as long as I can, but it won’t be long!-
I yelled to the now two-armed huntress. Hoping her balance would be enough to perform the task of running all the way where my semblance was holding the safe. And then picking that up and hauling it back to the train.
Or at least if she could get it closer, then I could get back on the train and carry us all together back there.
But that man... That man was bad news, we could probably beat him up in a prolonged fight, but It was likely that we didn’t have neither the time nor the manpower to do it, at least right now.
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Attempting problem: Rescue the Cargo, Without Flying Overboard (Obstacle 15) Using Semblance secondary category (C) (+4) Result: 5+4= 9 (Not solved)
Post by Kishka Burzanova on May 29, 2021 1:42:52 GMT -5
KISHKA BURZANOVA
Her ears rang as she reeled back from the explosion. Luckily, it hadn't put more than a small dent in her Aura, but it was still a powerful blast, and she was a lot more concerned about what would happen if someone less durable got side-swept by one of them.
Or the train itself, for that matter.
Tumbling backwards, she very narrowly snagged the hook of her umbrella onto the back railing of the top of the car where Opal and Reed were hard at work, bringing down some fatass with a glue gun. It was very annoying, but she'd dealt with worse setbacks.
Now there was just the matter of determining what exactly the bombs were that they were dealing with.
Kishka wasn't nearly as experienced in the use of high-tech dust devices as Chloro or Bianca, but she had a bit of knowledge, from two sources. For one thing, she had studied the use of explosive traps in the context of setting ambushes and dealing with enemies in locations where you could easily guide them onto your bombs.
Which led her to believe, initially, that the bombs were motion-activated mines.
Which would have made sense.
Except for the fact that Kassandra had clearly been able to move past the exact mine that had blasted her a car away. Which meant it was unlikely that they were tripped physically- that would be rudimentary and uncontrollable, for one thing, and could be easily triggered by accident. She toyed with the idea of Kassandra dropping something behind her as she broke away from the briefly distracted Huntress, but sleight of hand was a special skill of Kishka's, between her theatrical background and her Semblance's general usage. If Kassandra had dropped something, she'd have seen it.
That ruled out the possibility of manually-tossed grenades.
And unfortunately left few alternative explanations.
Except for one; as a rather well-known Huntress in the Cloud District, she had been approached by several benefactors offering her endorsements for their explosive dust rounds. One of the products, she recognized as being used in this case- an Atlesian imported model of dust grenade, which was also offered as a remote-detonated mine.
Easily set and triggered via a wireless signal. Someone with a higher IQ than Nik, and a Scroll, could probably do it.
The trick was that whoever was using the bombs had to see where they were. And that meant some kind of surveillance system. At the very least, someone stealthy enough to poke their head up in time to see her approaching the engine car.
She glanced around- just as she'd expected, there were a number of slightly out-of-place objects. Most were small, and clearly looked the part of some sort of high-tech dust mine, but some were a little more deceptive- a lump tucked into a suitcase's front pocket, an oddly shaped ash tray, a Scroll perched in the overhead luggage rack.
Dangerous.
She dropped down onto the threshold between Cars 2 and 3, and reached for her earpiece.
"New intel. Explosive devices scattered around the train. Remote-detonated, I'm guessing by one of the terrorists. Or "Kassandra Wraith." She's in the control room now. Don't trust her."
Ugh.
It was going to be a pain in the ass getting back up to the first car... Seemed like the rest of her team was preoccupied too. Damn.
She moved to dash through Car Two to reach the car ahead, but all too well realized the error she had made, not a moment after the deed was done. Her feet touched down just as the fat guy squirted a blob of gunk beneath her step.
She doubled over immediately, her feet caught and killing any trace of momentum she might have had as she tripped forward, catching herself with her hands, and shoving the ground to reorient herself.
And most importantly, to keep her hands free of the glue...
Annoying.
"You two got this guy?"
Assuming any sort of positive response, she would content herself to head towards her initial path once she'd managed to free herself. Otherwise, she would stay and assist with fighting this freak first. Regardless, her plan was definitely going to start with smashing her foot free of the glue trap she'd stumbled into.
Things really couldn’t be going much easier for Jet, frankly.
THR(N) was putting up one hell of a fight, but they were clearly on the losing end of it. His clones were perfectly-synchronized, well-armored, and hit harder than the train they were on. Of the few people present who were really strong enough to rough him up any, Nik was cuffed for everybody else’s safety, while Ruqa and Bianca were a little preoccupied with catching the tossed cargo. A minor annoyance at best, but he’d let it play out- they’d probably end up burning their pathetic little Auras out on the box anyways, and finishing them off would be as easy as a sword stroke downwards.
”Nastya-”
”Names! Names! Names! What!? What do you want, Jet? Are we ready?”
The man rolled his eyes, effortlessly parrying a swipe from Canary’s weapon. So impatient. ”No. Not yet. Cargo’s been dropped for retrieval. Finishing up here, then I’ll meet you-”
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”Noooot yet.” Nastya gave a little wink to her new friend, before clicking away from her comms channel, returning her full attention to Ms. “Wraith.” The helmet came off, revealing a much friendlier face, though whether Chloro- or Nastya, for that matter- was friend or foe was up for some debate.
She smiled, facing Chloro as she continued fiddling with her Scroll and the train’s controls periodically. ”Well, yes, I do hear that sort of thing quite a bit- I am quite the prodigy, after all. You aren’t as dull as the other party-crashers, yourself. Kassandra. If that is your real name- Scroll your using says you’re Boulder Kole, but you don’t strike me as a Boulder.”
She turned back to the train’s controls as she began searching for something specific. ”Hmm… Aha.” Then back to Chloro. ”So, you have my ear; by all means, talk away.”
DM Problem #1: Secure Squad Entry to the Train, From Manta (Obstacle 9) Solved by Opal. 19 OP. DM Problem #2: Identify the Identity of the Hijackers (Social 11) Solved by Chloro. 21 OP. Kishka Problem #1: Lancer Swarm Attacking the Manta (Combatants 10) Solved by Bianca. 20 OP. Opal Problem #1: Help the reinforcement reach the train rooftop safely (Hazard 10) Solved by Reed. 20 OP. Reed Crisis: Secure line to train (Hazard 10) Solved by Ruqa. Ruqa Problem #1: Clear the Smoke Hiding the Terrorists (Hazard 8) Solved by Kishka. 18 OP. Chloro Problem #1: Identify the Function of the Devices (Social 11) Solved by Kishka. 21 OP. Ruqa Problem #2: Deal with the Bad-Mouthed Mouse! Attempted by Ruqa. Solved by Opal. 27 OP. Opal Problem #2: Info on the Go! (Social 11) Solved by Reed. 21 OP. Bianca Problem #1: Stop the Gunman from Using the Turret. (Obstacle 10) Solved by Kishka. 20 OP. DM Problem #3: Reach the Train’s Cargo (Obstacle 11) - Info Given Upon Success Solved by Ruqa. 21 OP. DM Problem #4: Get Past the Mysterious Liquid (Hazard 12) - Info Given Upon Success Solved by Reed. 22 OP. Ruqa Crisis: Get to Ruqa and Nik Before They Kill Each Other (Obstacle 11) Solved by Bianca. DM Problem #5: Defeat “Carmim Clover” (Must Be Completed in Order:) Combatants 13: Fight “Carmim”
Social 14: Free the Passengers from the Glue
DM Problem #6: Defeat Jet (Any Order) Obstacle 15: Rescue the Cargo, Without Flying Overboard Attempted by Bianca. 9 OP. Combatants 17: Fight “Jet” Attempted by Ruqa. 9 OP.
Total OP: 248
Kishka: 70 RP (Problem Solved by Bianca, Solved Ruqa’s Problem, Solved Bianca’s Problem, Solved Ruqa’s Problem.) Opal: 61 RP (Solved DM Problem #1, Problem Solved by Reed, Solved Ruqa’s Problem, Problem Solved by Reed.) Chloro: 31 RP (Solved DM Problem #2, Problem Solved by Kishka.) Reed: 60 RP (Solved Opal’s Problem, Solved Opal’s Problem, Solved DM Problem #4.) Ruqa: 58 RP (Solved Reed’s Crisis, Problem Solved by Kishka, Solved DM Problem #3, Attempted DM Problem #6b.) Bianca: 60 RP (Solved Kishka’s Problem, Problem Solved by Kishka, Solved Ruqa’s Crisis, Attempted DM Problem #6a.)
She heard the train rock ever so slightly with the detonation of the remote explosives, and making an easy link between the scroll and the girl constantly keeping it in mind, she assumed she was the one to have created such devices. Impressive work nonetheless, she was valuable, more valuable than most of the huntsmen trying to assault the train. If Chloro wanted to, she could speed the process of liberating the civilians quicker than current, which would've been a good thing to do. Alas, Chloro was not inherently "good". The girl was called Nastya however, judging by the reaction. Good to know.
She flicked her scroll in her hand as she debated what to answer back and actually talk about, as she seemed to have some decent "friends" with her on this heist or job or whatever. So, a plan was made in her mind and she stopped flicking and started typing. "You clearly have a job going on, and it's impressive it's managed to make it this far. That bait with the issues in Argus was a good distraction, whether that was you or someone else. I'd like to join the venture, assist in whatever way I can and cause the huntsmen problems in any way. In return?"
The first message would send and she contemplated what the write next, taking a small walk across the train and looking at the scenary speeding past. "I'd like to get to know you more. I shall be of the upmost honesty here, outside of some huntress I met again, you have caught my attention the most. A cute face helps too." Followed by a wink emoji just to get the point across. Having a year to up her flirt game has helped... somewhat. Hopefully this works. "II apologise for the silence, working on a device to regain my voice."
Post by Valentine Varden on May 31, 2021 20:00:05 GMT -5
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Cold air. Breathe.[break][break]
She wasn't an idiot- she didn't mind being stationed away from the fighting. Her passable medical expertise made her important enough to stay behind on the Manta while everyone else boarded the train. The aircraft circled overhead like a vulture, but the object of its focus had her clench her fists. She couldn't see much from her vantage, but the muffled explosions and gunfire were clearly audible even from up above. The time hung over her head on a thin wire akin to the sword of Damocles- and her anxiety almost bubbled up to meet it.[break][break]
Tick, tock. Tick, tock. "I'm going down there," she spoke up, apropos of nothing. The meaning behind her words rung clear. You can't save a patient if there aren't any left. [break][break]
"Roger that." The response was immediate, and the Manta began to draw lower and lower above the tracks, skirting the mountain edges with enough room to spare but not enough to ease her worries. A violent churning wracked up her gut as the hot aura of her semblance rested on her shoulders, manifesting into a massive creature at her back that nearly had to kneel to remain in the craft. Math was a lot easier with pen and paper, but she didn't need extensive calculations to see that landing on the second car was probably her best bet. It was around there that the smoke rising from the locomotive began to dissipate, and the wind shear from the front of the engine was a lot easier to manage. The tool at her beckon grasped her intent and let out a small exhale (did it have lungs?) as proof of its comprehension.[break][break]
She clambered onto its back and clenched as firmly as she could onto its armor. Her Revolver Bayonet was strapped firmly to her person, as were some basic first aid supplies to help with her existing proficiency. The Manta lowered just slightly- this would be their best opportunity. Ahead the cliffs and trees grew wild. Her semblance lunged off the aircraft, letting itself fall four meters onto the second car with a resonant CLANG. She noted with minor amusement that the summon was over half that height. Its hulking weight and heavy sword assisted admirably in their unorthodox entry- the weight made them harder to move, and the sword was useful as a makeshift climbing pick.[break][break]
They nearly couldn't fit in the gap between cars, but the nearest door crashed open with a yank of her summon's hand. Clearly whoever was inside had time to prepare- a shot of liquid (it smelled like glue?) made its way at them both, but much of it was shielded by the civilians at their feet and the door between them. She grasped her bayonet the instant she heard the liquid splatter, but her semblance was faster. It lunged forward, gracefully (purposefully?) avoiding accidental collateral damage with the downed civilians and slammed the pommel of its sword into the stranger's head. They collapsed to the floor like a sack of potatoes. Blink.[break][break]
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Looking around, he was definitely an assailant- she didn't recognize him from Haven, and the same liquid he had fired at them seemed to have solidified over most of the civilians in the car, who she assumed were hostages. Probably. Nobody seemed dead yet, but the day was still young, and she had minimal information going in. [break][break]
It was at this point she remembered that she had an earpiece. "Varden in second car. Hostile neutralized. The hell's going on down here?" [break][break][break]
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Post by Opal Machias on May 31, 2021 23:07:52 GMT -5
I got to admit while I didn’t know who this guy was the monkey sure knew how to sell his story. If it was for the fact that I was the target of his taunt he might even have fooled me, but really… The Butcher? Of all the names he could have come up with he picked the one that clashed, rather hastily, with my main profession. After all, who wants to go to a doctor called The Butcher of all things? Worst of all was that I was fairly sure some of the others had heard the kid act. I was already steeling myself of the nickname sticking for an exceptionally long time, particularly with a lizard friend of mine.
Whatever that was something to worry about later. For now, I just keep my mouth shut while giving the best scowl I could muster to help sell this outrageous story. And oddly enough it worked, but honestly, I have a feeling it had more to do with him selling her out than her fear for the so-called Butcher. However, no sooner had we got the info did the shit hit the fan! With the main chunk of the team heading back to deal with one called Jet and Kishka heading up to help protect the airship, leaving one path for us. Not like I had a choice after nearly dodging some sort of attack from one of the doorways.
I could let the Huntsmen deal with their mission, but my only goal was the hostages. Thankfully, I wasn’t alone on the task as the monkey was already checking out the next train car. Before that, there was the matter of what to do with our prisoner. Looking back at the mouse I tried to offer a smile as she glares daggers at me. “I did like you asked! Now get my and my boys out of here, fuck’en Butcher!” Her words full of venom and making me start to not really care about the deal. I knew I didn’t have the time to get her off the train. Let alone go and gather up her gang who would more than likely attack me rather than listen. Which left me with only one real choice especially after the monkey boy jumped out the window.
“Hey, wait… and there he goes. Okay…” I tried to call out to stop the kid so we could make a better plan than just distracting and charge, but oh well. “Sorry love but I don’t really have time to deal with you right now.” I mused while taking my sword away from her neck and foot off her back at last. “WHAT! We had a deal you piece of…” However, I cut her short landing a quick, but solid kick to the mouse head, snapping it back knocking her out. Other than a very bad headache and maybe a crack jawbone she would live until we had time to deal with her. It not like I carried a handcuff with me. That would just be weird.
With the mouse now dealt with I quickly ready my sword before peeking into the next car. Just in time to watch the guy burst back into the car getting the man's attention. With his back turn, I took the opportunity to rush in hoping to end this quickly, but to my surprised, the man easily jumps away before I could get two steps into the room. It seemed the distraction didn’t last long with both of us underestimating this man's ability to swiftly move about. Not like I was going to let it happen again as I rush him. “Just a monkey and now some kid? Best get out of his before you get hurt girly!” The man shouted with laughter before shooting more of the weird glue at me.
Holding a hand up a thin ice wall formed in the air catching the glue before it dropped to the ground. The looked on the man's face would have been amusing if I had the time to enjoy it, but with his speed, that damn glue gun, and the hostage I was pretty limited on movement. Having to jump just to keep up with the man, using my ice to freeze my footing to the wall at times to keep from landing on someone. The few times I was able to get close enough the man always seem to spin, duck, or flip away from either of my weapons or the other yo-yo-like weapon. My patient was growing rather thin until the train shook as something ripped off the back door and came in. I was expecting backup for the guy or worst a Grimm’s attack.
I wasn’t expecting the, whatever it was, to rush the man tanking the glue and take him out with one blow. Without waiting for a beat I put my sword back into its cane body before holding up both hands. “FRIENDLY! FRIENDLY!” Sure, the rest of the huntsman team might have seen me on the roof, but I wasn’t taking the chance with some latecomer. Spotting the cute girl on the “thing” I was about to say something when I saw she was speaking into an earpiece. Thinking back that might have been a smart thing to ask the other for. Oh well, nothing for it now. I shrugged leaving her to check on the hostages that were glued all over. Most had their mouths clover, but thankfully their noses were clear. Suffocation was not a pretty sight. “Okay, everyone! I need you all to listen and stay very still for me, okay? I’m going to try and get the glue, or whatever this is off you.” I Said loud enough to be heard over the train and wind.
Standing in the middle of the room I took a moment to look at both Reed and the newcomer. “Careful. It about to get chilly for a moment.” I said kneeling and touching part of the glue and either side of the train car. A moment later a light blue glow started to cover my body as my hands went from a pale color to light blue as the ice started to cover the glue. Slowly at first but as I pump more aura into it the ice quickly shot out coating the train car in a layer of ice. Freezing the glue and dropping the temperature of the car fast.
I really didn’t want to do this next part with labor breathing, but grimmest as I snapped my fingers. With another release of aura, the ice shatter causing the frozen glue to flake away with to be sucked out the windows and door. Causing an odd color of ice dancing in the air as the passage was free, some dropping to the ground from being held up by only the glue. I found myself dropping to my knees from the two large uses of my semblance as I frankly rubbed my hands together to get the color back into them.
Attempt Social 14: Free the Passengers from the Glue Med Knowledge C(+4) with Heroism+8 Roll: 6+12=18 Pass: no crisis
Ruqa crashed down onto hard earth as expected but found that the landing was softer than she would have expected from falling off a train.
Bringing herself up onto one knee, she sees the enormous landmass below her and the huntress Bianca demonstrating a mastery of her manipulation semblance and the effort to do such a thing shows on her face. “I....” Ruqa starts, unbelievingly.
Really? Bianca saved her? After what Ruqa said to her? It didn’t make sense...
She was an awful teammate and a bad friend and now Bianca was getting distracted from her real job because she decided to save Ruqa instead of the mission.
That was the best chance the girl was going to get if she wanted to get rid of Ruqa but it seemed like she hadn’t gotten fed up with her stupidity yet.
This was insane. But Bianca was giving her orders and now Ruqa needed to decide if she was going to listen to them.
Whatever was going on between them Ruqa could figure it out later once they were off this stupid train.
Ruqa launches off her feet towards the metal safe where she drives her hands into the soil to pull the heavy object out.
The Metal safe is hoisted up to rest on one shoulder as Ruqa fumbles with it to ensure it didn’t fall out onto the tracks again, a task difficult with only left arms but she manages it somehow.
She turns back around, watching Bianca maintain the massive chunk of dirt strong enough to walk on and curses as one of the “Jet’s” jumps off the train to try and take a swing at the lizard faunus to break Bianca’s concentration and send them falling. “BIANCA!” Ruqa calls out, sweating bullets, and launches herself at Jet.
Ruqa makes her decision.
If Bianca was pulling out her semblance to save Ruqa all the time, then she was going to have to show she wasn’t just dead weight.
Ruqa pushes her semblance even further as four aura bands sprout from her back and attempt to coil themselves around all her arms. They wind outward, curling around the stumps of her broken prosthetics attempting to climb further up the vestiges of the limb but they find no purchace and are left to hang in the wind.
Until they stop being so pathetic and start being useful.
Instead of tense, strong, bands wrapping around her arms they become flexible, dexterious, and fluid.
With one final push of exertion, the semblance takes its final shape as two tendril like appendages sprout out of Ruqa’s left side. Trashing around like a tsunami wave crashing, the appendages move like another organism attached itself to her arms, entirely unlike the machine-like control of her prosthetics.
Speeding in for the kill, Ruqa doesn’t throw a punch so much as launch her semblance like a whip.
The twin tentacles pierces through “Jet’s” chest leaving two empty spaces where vital organs would have been as “Jet” fades into smoke and dissipates.
She doesn’t wait long enough to see the “real” bandit’s reaction, dashing forward towards the back of the train where she lashes out a tendril to latch onto the roof to pull her and the safe up to the top of the train.
She lands with a hup, feeling a great deal of relief in addition to fast moving winds, and turns around to look down at Bianca with a great smile on her face and goes to give Bianca a “thumbs up”, eventually remembering that she didn’t have fingers on that arm, and just settles for an astral wave.
Ruqa brings over one of her working hands to twist the knob on her earpiece to turn on the volume and actually start listening to the communications between the huntsman.
“Ruqa here. I have a big-ol-safe that the bandits wanted but have no god-damn clue what is in it,” Ruqa says, matter-of-factly. The only reason they wanted the dumb thing was to make sure the bandits that wanted it didn’t get it. So that was mission accomplished she supposed. Perhaps she really should show more interest in whatever valuable cargo she was currently holding but right now she didn’t have the curiousity to find out.
“Tell, uh, Team THRN to pick Nikky up and get out of dodge.” Ruqa adds begrudgingly to the team who would probably have a bone to pick with her for obvious reason. They were probably fine, after all they were at least surviving against the dude before Ruqa provided her assistance. At least this time she wouldn’t give Nik so much shit for not beating his opponent. She was not getting everything she wanted either.
Ruqa would wait for Bianca to move out of the way of danger, and head toward the roof of train car three to see if she couldn’t dump the damn safe somewhere she could leave it and forget it.
WC: 829 Total Word Count: 4712 Weapon [D] Sem [C] Ice Dust [F] Ruqa's Colour Hex: 54e1fb
Attempted: Get the safe (Obstacle 15) Using C Sem (+4) and Heroism (+8) Result: 21