Mosaic City, located along China's coast, is quite large city sometimes called the Crossroads Between Nations due to its diverse population. While it was once a large tourist spot, the city was placed under a blockade as the military appeared claiming there was a radiation leak. The true hazard, however, is much more sinister.
Post by John Nicholson on Mar 29, 2014 18:43:54 GMT -5
The shark didn't seem particularly bothered by John's attack. Although it had quite visibly dealt at least some damage. Two of the other guys seemed to be rampaging for some reason. Oh well, at least it didn't stop them from attacking. The slash attacks still didn't do an extraordinary damage but this bright flash of light Tristan unleashed was quite effective. It also didn't seem to trigger that effect that caused the monster to grow like fire had done. "Tristan, whatever that was, keep doing it." The shark's retaliation was now here however. It seemed to attack the axe wielding guy first. slashing right trough him. then continueing its assualt towards Tristan.
When its attack was finished, it seemed to have been healed by something for some reason. Whatever the cause, this meant they would have to up the pressure to revent the enemy from just regenerating any damage dealt to it. "Keep attacking, we can't afford to have this turn into a batte of attrition." As if to enforce this strategic suggestion, John unleashed another Tarukaja on the party. He might not be attacking this round, but he knew at least one of the other users present was capable of dealing more damage than John himself would be able to dish out.
Post by Kyle Shibata on Mar 29, 2014 19:22:13 GMT -5
((OOC: welp, I forgot to mention that Kyle has a 25% Slash booster acc)) Kyle watched the damn thing charge him suddenly and he tried to dodge but it was no good. He got hit, body-slammed by that huge pile of shit. Sitri, standing beside him, snarled and crouched down, growling. Kyle shielded his face but they both got hit and it hurt. Not only did it hurt like hell, it stank to high heaven and he found himself spattered with... well, he kept his mind off it because he didn't want to bend over and hurl in disgust.
"Fucking hell! Godamn it, why!? Why this kind of fucking, retarded bullshit--" he shouted, wiping crap off him. "Tristan! Keep blasting him! I want to see this fucking shit shark dead! Freakin' thing's almost feeding on us!"
Sitri got back up from the blow with an angry snarl. He shook himself down and stood ready for another attack. Kyle willed another attack to go through, even though he knew he didn't have any advantage in this fight. That was Tristan's part and hey, he could roll with that.
Sitri snarled and raised his paw again, dishing out another heavy guillotine strike.
[Action: Fatal End (boosted by 25%)]
Last Edit: Mar 29, 2014 19:29:36 GMT -5 by Kyle Shibata
"We are so accustomed to disguise ourselves to others that in the end we become disguised to ourselves."
François de la Rochefoucauld
Post by Tristan Carter on Mar 29, 2014 21:24:08 GMT -5
Tristan watched as the shark slammed into Kyle, healing itself in the process. It then turned it's attention on Tristan, doing the same thing. He felt less angry, but he still wanted this thing dead. He acknowledged what the other two said with a nod.
While fire may end up strengthening the shark, light had no such effect. This meant that two of his main attacks were helpful, if one was more than the other. With a wry grin, Tristan summoned Ifreet once again. "Expose it to the light, Ifreet!"
The Persona obeyed, subjecting the shadow to another burst of Hamaon.
"Hm?" Oh frabjous day, callooh callay. Just as the shark took its bites out of his comrades, he noticed its vital signs begin to increase. John did have a legitimate concern, it seems: if it continued to do this, then it would indeed become a battle of attrition. When that would occur, the battle would be lost. At least he wasn't a human. He can't feel tired, only stress to his core systems. He was able to feel pain, but to a lesser degree compared to an actually living thing.
Crux noticed its weakness to light, sighing. This usually meant that it had a resistance to darkness. Or not. It would be meaningless for Tsukuyomi to cast his own dark spell. The best way to proceed would be to continue his melee onslaught. That grin really needed to disappear soon. The ASW felt mysteriously uncomfortable by everything about it. He needed to calm down. Everyone needed to calm down. Hey, guess what he's going to say to everyone?
"Calm down."
Their angry spurts of emotion were unnecessary. It was against Crux's character to give a command of his own during a conflict. If they let their emotions get to them, they would all perish. The troll will feed once again, he was certain. But, if they could deal enough damage to offset the amount of power it was absorbing from them, then feedings would not matter to it. Therefore, it may switch to a different tactic that might enable the party to deal approximately double or triple the amount of damage to it since absorption has ceased.
That was an estimation.
Like the two times before, Tsukuyomi attempted to push his sword into the shitsharkthing. The likelihood of the desired effect occurring was tiny, but a chance was better than not taking the chance at all.
[Action: Arm Chopper]
Roll for Fear (if vulnerable; 1 for success) h6s9E0yy1-4
Post by Boss-sama Desu on Mar 31, 2014 8:37:30 GMT -5
The assault continued. That was something that the Shadow figured would be a given. All the resistance the humans gave it, however, made it harder. Harder, in this case, referred to the Shadow, not the situation. And, in this case, it made the Shadow hard like a week-long backup. Oh, yes. There was much to do and much more to deliver. And these humans, while they may not have enjoyed it, would certainly be its toys. Despite the attacks, it did not seem afraid at all. In fact, it seemed. . . amused.
The Shadow turned around, exposing its side to the group. Suddenly, a plate raised, revealing multiple holes! Large, pointy spines fire at the group for moderate Pierce damage!
Facing the group again, the shark gave that same shit-eating grin! Tristan and Kyle are enraged! . . . again.
Last Edit: Mar 31, 2014 8:37:55 GMT -5 by Boss-sama Desu
Post by Tristan Carter on Mar 31, 2014 15:49:01 GMT -5
Fuck... A pierce attack. Motherfucking piece of shit, that hurt.
Pulling a spine out of his stomach, Tristan looked up at the shadow. He was accosted by a giant, shit-eating grin. He realized what was going to happen, and it just pissed him off all over again. He looked at his teammates, mostly the robot who told him to calm down. He was irritated by how they couldn't even kill a stupid, shit-encrusted shark shadow. The worst part was how he was he was being told what to do.
He looked at his idiot teammates. "Keep focused on your own ends! Don't tell me what to do! Ifreet," he called. "Light this fucker up! Agilao!"
Post by John Nicholson on Apr 1, 2014 11:44:40 GMT -5
It seemed the enemy had finally decided to shift some of its attention to John. The spine dug itself quite deep into John's shoulder. However, it didn't seem like it had hit anything important. Following Tristan's example of pulling projectiles out of wounds, John removed the spine and threw it aside. It might not be the recommended course of action but it looked quite a bit more intimidating.
It seemed tristan and the axe guy had become unreasonably agitated again. John had heard about shadows capable of messing with people's minds. Maybe this shark was capable of such feats? He faced he remaining calm person present. "I think this shark thing is messing up their ability to think straight. Hopefully it'll subside after the fight is over" After this hopefully adequate warning to stop wasting effort on calming the others down, John called forth a third Tarukaja to boost everyone's attack to the highest boost threshold.
Post by Kyle Shibata on Apr 1, 2014 19:00:00 GMT -5
Kyle swore eloquently when a spine struck him straight in the leg. He yanked it out with a frustrated snarl and threw it away hard. He was pissed off already but now he was just close to blowing point.
"Fucking shit-eating--" he barked. "Tristan! Stop setting it on fire you idiot! Fire does something to the fucker! Use light!"
Though he was barely able to think straight from his frustration, Kyle understood that much. They couldn't afford boosting this sucker and he really, really didn't like how it didn't seem to offer any indication that it was bothered. They never could fathom what these goddamn things were thinking but this was just too much. And he was getting real tired of launching attack after attack that relied on his stamina. He couldn't afford to go down due to his own attacks and the attacks from the creature. But the Slash attack was all he really had to work with.
"Sitri! Fatal End!"
The leopard snarled and swung his massive paw again, sending a wave of attack at the Shadow, along with the distinct noise of a dropping blade.
[Action: Fatal End (boosted by 25%)]
"We are so accustomed to disguise ourselves to others that in the end we become disguised to ourselves."
François de la Rochefoucauld
A spike fired out by the Shark Shadow stuck to his metallic body, but fortunately it did not damage his clothing as horribly as a pair of certain 'alpha-types', as he has come to call them, have. Around the area of contact were signs of tearing and ripping. In other words, it was nothing that couldn't be fixed with some basic stitching and patchwork. Or concealment. His specialized bandages helped to minimize the amount of damage that would be done to his internals.
The Shark did not seem to be struck with the fear that he was expecting it to sustain. His ability to be useful in this instance has reached the point where it may not matter whether or not he was present. At least the surge of power that rushed through his circuits allowed him to play the role of a consistent attacker. He was grateful for the old man's spells.
From the corner of his eye, Crux noticed that someone had used a fire spell against it. Whether it was because of his current state of anger or because he held the desire of making this battle a little shorter, it didn't matter as much; the shark's power levels would only grow stronger. However, if the light spell was equally effective, then it would have been more efficient to use that as well. So, what truly prompted his ally to use a fire spell?
Crux kicked the wall behind him, launching himself at a nearly horizontal angle towards the Troll. Just as he would land on it, the android's blades would immediately slide out from beneath his sleeves. With barely any time in between, Crux would attempt to slash down upon the Shadow and leap back to where he was before. The blades retracted back into his arms then and there.
Post by Boss-sama Desu on Apr 3, 2014 12:35:04 GMT -5
The flames burned! The flames hurt! But, more than that, the flames built the fires fueling the shark! The other two slashing attacks, empowered by the Users' enhancements, ripped into its form. The shark only shifted in the water, growing closer to the group as it seemed to bubble at the non-metal bits of its body. Bubble, bubble, fart, and trouble. The shark suddenly exploded, blowing shit everywhere, and especially on the Users. The smell of burning poop saturated the air. And the Users. The battle was over, sure, but was it worth it? Did the Users, who had won the battle and killed the shark, get the last laugh? Or did the shark, who exploded and covered those Users in rancid, burning feces earn its name?
Either way, you survived!
Rewards Johnson – Level 3 Gun Tristan – Poison Weapon Mod Kyle – Resist Pierce Armor Mod Crux – Resist Slash Armor Mod
Post by Tristan Carter on Apr 3, 2014 21:20:11 GMT -5
Tristan watched as the shark bubbled. He knew what was about to happen- he was probably the only one at the battle to have seen it more than once. He covered his face before he heard the explosion and felt the shit cover him. He was disgusted, but he started to laugh. They had won! they had beat the most disgusting shit the Shadowlands could probably offer! It was time to rejoice... After a few baths in tomato paste... soup... juice... whatever in the hell it was that got rid of horrible smells.
He noticed something stuck to him, so he picked i off of him and examined it. Unsure of what it was, he simply put it in his pocket.
Post by Kyle Shibata on Apr 4, 2014 6:25:20 GMT -5
"ARGH!! FUCKING HELL!! MOTHERFUCKING SHITHOLE OF A BITCH!! GODDAMNIT!"
Kyle had been worried as the shark swam closer to them... and his fears were justified when it exploded, sending fecal matter flying everywhere, him included. He was not happy. Actually, that was an understatement, as the torrent of swearing he came up with no doubt proved.
Kyle cringed, shaking his arms and legs and his body to get as much stinking shit off him as he could. "Whose fucking idea was this," he groaned.
At least they'd won and at least Kyle was now sure that he'd seen everything the Shadowlands could throw at him. Nothing would surprise him anymore. And he hated it. He couldn't wait to get the fuck out of there and then go on to have about a million showers, depleting all the soaps and disinfectants at his uncle's house.
While he was wiping off lumps of shit off him, he found something stuck to him. He pulled it off a slimy mass, trying not to gag and studied it. Huh, it was another of those weird trinkets. This one had a spear on it. He wiped it on the edge of his shirt and stuck it in his pocket.
Ruefully he realized he'd have to burn these clothes now.
"We are so accustomed to disguise ourselves to others that in the end we become disguised to ourselves."
François de la Rochefoucauld
Post by John Nicholson on Apr 4, 2014 9:25:27 GMT -5
Hmm... the monster seemed to shift it's behaviour. Something seemed to brew inside of it. It was getting close to the group. John wondered what it was... "Oh god no!"John was showered in little burning bits of shit and sewage and other things he didn't even want to know the exact details about. He stared in front of him in abject horror for a while. The ranting of the other guys snapped him out of it however. "I...Think I'll go home for a bit." He had wanted to chew Tristan out about his behaviour during the battle. Now however, he only wanted to go home and take a million showers. On his way out he noticed what seemed like a functional firearm sticking out of the shark's burning remains. John was still concious enough in his actions to at least grab some loot for his trouble. "I'll... see you guys later."
The complaints about their clothing being ruined by the explosion caused by the Shitark Troll resounded throughout much of the Sewers. Thankfully, they left before their shouting called in some more Shadows. If it was this loud, then in a matter of minutes they'd be overrun by angry and vengeful Shadows (perhaps?) mourning the loss of their boss. In fact, Crux was hoping that they'd leave quickly.
Why wasn't he following suit yet? He was removing his clothing, stripping down to only the bandages covering his robotic body while picking some doodad that looked interested off the floor. The clothing shielded them from being splattered. He assumed that all he had to do next was to find some rags to throw over himself so that he looked less naked; nudity was a faux pas, and it was still too obvious to tell that he was not organic from observant onlookers.
Once he was outside, Crux destroyed the window of a house and wrapped himself in the curtains. The smell may stay for a while, but as a metallic being, all it would take is a thorough soap scrub.