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 Alvis Hartmann on Mar 5, 2014 11:13:38 GMT -5
Well, the girl seemed happy over his response. Wasn't that just great for her? On the other hand, Alvis was still pissed. He figured that he might be expecting the girl to come to the tea house after this. That, or she may bring some friends. That was what he wanted though. He felt like taking out a bit more anger on something. What better targets than some punk ass kid and her equally stupid friends? But naturally, she would be in bad territory if she decided to come there. All of their "visitors" would not take kindly to them at all.
He figured that the girl would try to end the conflict having gotten the info that she wanted. Instead? She threw out words. Words, that made Alvis get angry again. At the first statement, he clenched his fist and began to grunt loudly. But at the second, he was already going in for a powerful punch. How about I eat you! You little SHIT! Following the punch that he made, Alvis would once again begin the process of his transformation into his shadow form.
Post by Akira Nakajima on Mar 5, 2014 11:52:48 GMT -5
The man was angry once more. Or more angry. Had he ever been not-angry since they met? Akira honestly couldn't be sure. Regardless, the man was angry to extreme levels and threw a punch at the boy in drag. Due to the proximity, the boy didn't have time to dodge, but, considering the information he had gotten, taking a hit was a worthwhile expense. Tensing and crossing his arms to guard his torso, the boy in drag took the wrecking-ball punch and slid back a bit. Thanks to the powers of Heat Riser, he was neither sent back flying, nor knocked out. He could likely handle even that massive, still-forming hammer once before healing himself. Rolling his head around on his shoulders, he smiled impishly, teasingly, and produced a fake blush.
”You'll eat me, you say? Shouldn't you treat me to dinner before making advances like that, Mister? You're dangerous in more ways than one.” His voice was definitely seductive, and the fact that he licked his lips afterward only served to drive the point home. The truth of the matter was that, now that he had solid info, he was in a better mood. He was still generally annoyed, though. He still wanted this menace to society gone, as well. But, as could be seen from his sexual provocation, he had certainly recovered a bit more of his composure.
Shifting in and twirling, he sent another slash at the giant.
Post by Alvis Hartmann on Mar 5, 2014 15:53:52 GMT -5
Alvis felt his fist mash into the girl's body, even if it had only been her arms. It was a satisfying feeling, but certainly not enough to sate his desire. Just how much would it take? At the bare minimum, he would need to forcefully rip that dumbass grin off of her face. And while he was at it, maybe he could try tossing her body to see how far it would go; this time without the interference of the bat bitch.
The girl went on to start blushing and saying something that one would naturally consider provocative. Going by that line and the line before, Alvis could tell he was dealing with some sort of weird pervert. Another thing Alvis didn't like? That was perverts. It's good that you understand that I'm dangerous. However, shits like you aren't my type. She was annoying to look at, annoying to talk to, had a shit eating grin, was a huge pervert, and couldn't be hit half the time. Why did he have to come across something so awful on an already awful day? You're the type that I like to WRECK AND LEAVE. Now in his shadow form, Alvis charged at the girl with inhuman strength and speed with his hammer heading in first.
Action: White Tiger
If 1 and the attack hits, Alvis is enraged. nW1saHnX1-41-4
Post by Akira Nakajima on Mar 5, 2014 16:10:57 GMT -5
Akira just giggled as the blond charged at him, enraged. He was distracted, but not enough to be unable to dodge. He had absolutely zero issues avoiding the massive weapon. It was Alma Elma, again, that was hammered. What the hell? He and the succubus were one. That meant they shared their thoughts and will. And their pain, which was currently throbbing through the boy's sides and chest. Okay. His slightly-okay mood from before was quickly fading anew, being replaced by an annoyed battle-high that really wanted some blood. Still, he had to be careful. Didn't wanna get nailed by that massive whack-a-mole hammer. Willing for a Mediarahan from Alma Elma, the boy just danced around, right outside the armored turtle's attack range.
”Can't say you'd have much luck with the ladies, at all, if you can think like that about them. How cruel and mean. It's absolutely atrocious. That's why you're so angry, isn't it? Can't get a girl and got a throbbing need?” He was annoyed, yes, but one couldn't tell from the playful curl of his lips.
Action: Mediarahan Notes: Heat Riser x3
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Awaiting a 1-3. Seriously. 1-5
Last Edit: Mar 5, 2014 16:35:42 GMT -5 by Akira Nakajima
Post by Alvis Hartmann on Mar 5, 2014 16:33:46 GMT -5
Again, his charge had missed the girl. Instead, he got that stupid bat bitch again. What was with this bat bitch and ruining everything for him? Though, it seemed to be connected to that girl so he wasn't too surprised by it. They were both exceedingly annoying. And now that he was watching the girl carefully, it seemed that she was healing herself from his attacks. Just wonderful Finally, he was beginning to understand why his attacks weren't as effective as he would have liked. This stupid girl had also risen on his annoyance meter.
As he continued to charge, the mouth had something to say again. Seemed she wanted to continue the dirty talk. Believe me, I can get a lady just fine. But tonight, I'm just gonna settle for a brat like you. This girl was certainly no lady at all. Well to be fair, Alvis' idea of a lady didn't actually exist. But if they did? It would likely be the complete opposite of this kid. The only throbbing I have is in my head, and I'm gonna use you to fix that REAL good. Making another charge at the girl with his hammer in hand, the man roared once more as he knocked over a few cars as he went.
Action: White Tiger
If 1 and attack hits, Alvis is enraged. bO1TKBcI1-41-4
Post by Akira Nakajima on Mar 5, 2014 16:43:57 GMT -5
The giant armored turtle surged forward once more. Akira just smiled and watched the destruction, deftly evading the hammer and utilizing one of the nearby cars to get a boost in altitude. His intents? Well, that was simple. He was going to go for an upper-body strike. Probably the head, if he could. Maybe he could end it in one strike? Highly doubtful, sure, but he could hope. Hope was what made the world go around, even if, a lot of the time, hope was emptier than a starving tick. He steadied himself and readied his scissors. He wasn't going to just let a good chance go, no matter how small the chance might have been.
”Ah, is your brain finally ticking?! All right! One plus one is what, turtle-man?” And, with that, he leaped at the Shadow, twirling for a slash backed by his full body.
Post by Alvis Hartmann on Mar 5, 2014 17:15:20 GMT -5
The man just continued to chase after the girl as she evaded all of his movements. All he wanted was to sit down in solitude and relax without anything bothering him. And now? He was fighting some ridiculously annoying girl that was too fast for him to hit and had the ability to heal herself. It was a bad day. That was the usual. But today was worse that than usual. Quit jumping around! Go flying or something so I can at least try and knock you down again!
On that note, the man watched the girl lunge at him with her scissors, managing to cut open his neck. A seemingly endless haze of black blood began spurting out of his neck. Normally, one would be lying down, nearly dying. But Alvis? Alvis was only mad that his own blood was partially obstructing his vision. Wonderful. Now I'm gonna have to clean all THIS up. With a snarl, the man began to charge after the girl once more, hoping to land another blow.
Post by Akira Nakajima on Mar 5, 2014 17:35:01 GMT -5
The giant turtle-ass wanted him to fly again so he could lob vehicles at him. While that was a game in and of itself, he had absolutely zero interest in repeating the means by which they met. In fact, frankly, Akira wanted to not have to avoid flying transportation ever. He managed to strike true, though. Blackness spurted from the neck, where he had managed to cut the golden-haired turtle. Following that, and he mostly blamed his ambitious attack, Akira took the side-burst of the hammer. His form went rolling, but, thrusting his nails into the gravel and planting his feet down, he managed to stop himself. He'd have to dig that mess from under his nails, though. Likely trim and file them, too. What a pain in the ass.
”Again, turtle-man. You started this mess by lobbing shit at me. Y'ain't got a person t'blame but yerself!” With that, the boy dashed in with that inhuman strength, rapidly bouncing from one foot to the other and feinting before twirling and offering an upwards slash with both arms, directing the attack towards the base of the armored turtle-man's arm. If a slit throat wouldn't do it, then cutting an arm off might help, right?
Post by Alvis Hartmann on Mar 5, 2014 17:58:05 GMT -5
Seems that he managed to land another hit on the girl. Well, another glancing blow anyway. He never seemed to land a direct hit on her. She was just too fast. You must be the biggest tease in the world! You manage to piss me off yet you move around too much for me to properly snap your neck! Still chasing after her, Alvis tried increasing his speed to hopefully overrun the girl.
I wouldn't have needed to thrown anything at you if you knew your damn place and didn't go flying around like some retard on helium! Why would he blame himself? She kept making everything out to be his fault despite her clearly being the cause of all of his rage. She was clearly egging him on, too. Why on earth would she get a say in whose fault it was?
Again, the girl stopped her retreat to make a slice at his arm. The scissors caught on his arm, digging in a bit, but didn't do much more than that. It hurt quite a bit though. Alvis simply continued his hammer attack as he charged at the girl. She would have to run out of energy at some point. Otherwise, he would just have to keep chasing her.
Action: White Tiger
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Last Edit: Mar 5, 2014 17:58:26 GMT -5 by Alvis Hartmann
Post by Akira Nakajima on Mar 5, 2014 18:08:15 GMT -5
Ignoring the Shadow's bellowing about his teasing him, the crossdresser weaved under the hammer in its entirety, using that bit of freedom to shift away to safety and regain his footing. Stretching his legs out, he just smiled. This Shadow was just a living ball of rage. It didn't matter what it was directed at, he just had some primal need to be angry and hate something. It was interesting, on some levels, and gravely disappointing on others. Then again, he had found every sentient Shadow he encountered to be disappointing, more so than humans. Perhaps it was because he held a higher standard, in his mind, for them? Whatever the case, the boy did not let his disappointment show.
”Do you get angry at birds, then? Or bugs with wings, for that matter?” It was a simple question. And, just like that, he shot in and slashed for the Shadow's legs. The big turtle just kept coming, so maybe slowing that raging beast down would help end it more quickly? Or at least more easily.
Post by Alvis Hartmann on Mar 5, 2014 18:25:34 GMT -5
Another miss. There seemed to be just as much of a chance to miss as there was to hit for him. It was extremely unfavorable. Meanwhile, this girl was managing to land hits with no problem. He barely felt the cuts that she had made on him. But the damage? The damage was all too real. Whether or not he was conscious of how much he had sustained was up in the air though.
Most bugs and birds don't look and ridiculously stupid. To top it off, they don't grin and talk back to you when you try to squash the, They just know when to die. The girl probably thought she was being witty with all of this talk. Alvis was simply answering as the questions came, keeping his offensive as he did.
He felt another slash at his legs, which nearly began to give as the cut was made. He stabilized, thankfully. And as if nothing had happened, he continued his charge at the girl.
Post by Akira Nakajima on Mar 5, 2014 18:35:48 GMT -5
The boy in drag just laughed to himself as the next attack came. Twirling just outside of the danger zone with what could have been either cockiness or perhaps justified surety, the boy's gaze focused on the Shadow before his stance shifted. He hadn't imagined it. When that first blow hit the Shadow's legs, the thing nearly toppled. If he did it again, then there was a pretty durn good chance that the Shadow would drop for the count. Or, at the very least, golden-McShell over there would be borderline immobilized. Whatever the case, it seemed like he had a good course of action in mind. Plus, he was still in good enough shape to follow up on it.
”Yeah, yeah. See, most sane people? They can coexist with or tolerate the people they don't like. You? You're about on the same level as an animal. Probably worse, since animals typically have legitimate reason to attack things. Oh well~!” Figuring that was about it for reasonable conversation- actually, had any part of that really been reasonable?- the boy had entered the striking zone again and spun on his heel, slashing at the giant's legs again. Truly, the bigger they were. . .
Post by Alvis Hartmann on Mar 5, 2014 18:54:49 GMT -5
Hearing a laugh as Alvis watched his attack miss, the man snarled in anger as he continued trying to swing at the girl. She was enjoying this. He wanted to be able to picture himself smashing that girls face in as her laughter became nothing more than a muffled squeal. But he couldn't. All he could see in his mind was the shit eating grin of this dumb bird bitch.
Despite his attack missing, he continued to try and make a move on the girl. This did not work in the slightest. Ignoring the girl's words, he simply continued to swing at her. But again, he felt pain as the girl sliced at his legs with that pair of scissors. He felt himself nearly stumble much like last time, only to catch himself once again. He was still in this. You think you can kill ME? You're wasting your time here if that's your intention. All you're doing is giving me an opportunity to smash your face in! All he had to do was land a few more hits and she should go down. Yeah, that should do it.
Taking a step forward, Alvis attempted another charge at the girl. Unfortunately, that charge was nothing more than him falling flat on his face. Alvis lay there in shock for a moment as he reverted to his normal human form. Locking his eyes on the girl once more, he tried getting up. Nothing. Then, he tried simply moving. The only thing that seemed to move was his head which was still drizzling blood from his neck, and the arm that had not been cut by the scissor. With a look of sheer anger in his eyes, the man desperately began to pull himself towards the girl in hopes that he could still smash her face in. GET. OVER. HERE. His words had pauses in between them, but they were all exceedingly loud. Despite the clear state of his body, the man was still intent on killing this girl.
Post by Akira Nakajima on Mar 5, 2014 19:23:43 GMT -5
. . .the harder they fell. Yeah, turtle-neck over there fell after the next attempt to attack. Now, as Akira watched this guy effectively do a belly-crawl, he tossed the options over in his head. He could try to kill him and end it right then and there. Really, that was the tempting, and, probably, correct thing to do. This guy was a threat. He was probably not acting, either, what with considering his head-first attitude up until then. At the same time, though, he couldn't guarantee that this stupidly-strong guy didn't have stupidly-fast regeneration. The chances of the man suddenly regaining his strength an smacking the boy around were simply too uncertain to try to risk it. Besides, something felt wrong with trying to kill a guy that couldn't even move properly.
”Turtle-man, you just stick there for a bit, all right? Chill and calm down for a bit. Next time someone flies overhead, just look down to the ground and they'll be gone after a half a minute or so. If they anger you that much, crunch the ground up. But if you repeat what you did with me, they'll just fight. And we see how that went. So, take it to heart, all right?” With a slight shrug, the boy drifted backwards, making sure the giant didn't recover enough to be an issue. Then, turning around, he began a light jog. His body was sore. It would likely continue to be sore for a while, too.
Damn turtle.
Action: Victory Waltz and Fanfare Notes: Heat Riser x3
Post by Alvis Hartmann on Mar 5, 2014 20:10:43 GMT -5
Alvis didn't care to hear what the girl was saying. He was pissed beyond belief. Not only was this girl too fast to hit, but now he was reduced to a crawl. Meanwhile, this girl was firing off words that pissed him off. Truly, this was an awful day.
COME BACK AND FIGHT ME. This wasn't over. He could still fight. He could win. He just needed to get a hold of her. And yet, as he struggled to go after her, the gap only became larger and large until eventually she was out of sight. His breathing was loud. It wasn't pained in any way. He was simply still angry. That anger didn't cease until about an hour later.
It was around that time that the feeling in his legs returned to him. Getting up, he twisted his head revealing an extremely satisfying cracking sound. Then, pulling out a cigarette, he decided to head back to his place at the tea house. fuckinhatebirds