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Post by Hushabye on Nov 29, 2021 20:02:39 GMT -5
~~Hymn
This was good. Taking his mind off of where he was and what he was meant to be doing with more positive actions.
Hymn eagerly led Puck to one of the very uncomfortable benches lining the locker room and pulled his hand toward him, carefully cleaning and wrapping it.
He hummed during their rather distressing conversation as he worked. So much for thinking happy thoughts.
"W-well um. Sure that's reason for concern...but we'll be much better prepared if we plan now instead of later!"
He shifts to look up at Argus. "Your processing speed will be a great help! You already clocked Cassi, I bet you can do the same for whoever's on the screen, right? And for us!"
Hymn slides the improved scope from a pouch on his lower back and makes grabby hands at Puck's rifle. "This will improve magnification, automatically target weaknesses, as well as cast a laser to help predict wear your shots land. Including your trap shot! You'll be the only one to see it as long as you look through."
Smiling now, he then removes three copper disks and turns his hand over to offer them up. "Just press these to your temple, they're communication devices. In case we don't have time to plan beforehand...I'm no good at strategy games so I'm not sure where to place me. But at least we have balance with a ranged weapon and an Argus-weapon~"
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Post by Hushabye on Nov 29, 2021 20:06:48 GMT -5
--Cassowary 'Casso' Vega
Cassowary had strolled into the arena with a restless energy that he struggled to contain. The lights, the roar of the crowd, the enticingly acute bloodlust thickening the stale air- he was utterly and entirely in his element. The Kings' opposition were still charging across the sands as he placed gloved hands on his hips and surveyed the terrain. The dunami attempted to provide him information, but he shut them down with a cheerful, 'it is only fair to give them a handicap. and more exciting that way~'
He was met with displeased grumbling but they acquiesced without much issue. He is alone in his sadism; the dunami only seek to keep them both alive. They usually accede to his violent whims, however, under the guise of 'scientific interest'. Neither are really sure how they came together but the union is a near perfect match. Discovering something new about themselves is always satisfying, especially when the knowledge comes from battle.
The dunami count down the seconds to full engagement while Casso's sharp gaze bounces from one merc to the other, seeking out the most promising kill.
>>...one
Casso crosses his arms in front of his body a millisecond before a seven-foot riot shield slams into it. His skin glows as the nanites rush to the surface to block and redistribute the force but he's still sent flying into the wall behind him. Cassowary's body forms a shallow crater, breath hissing out through his teeth as he pushes off with an elbow in the dirty cement and drops to his feet. There is no pain; the dunami shut off his pain receptors to allow him to remain clear-headed and simply inform him of any damage sustained.
>>Insignificant. Nothing to report.
"Hah...What the hell was that? I'm trying to have fun here."
The corded muscles of the lizard...man flexes as he readjusts his grip on some kind of laser club. The red substance flickers as if it's a hologram but the dunami inform him that it's more solid than it looks. His shield is also a threat- low level, of course- and a click causes it to hum with electricity.
Cassowary grins as his opponent advances, lengthy tail sweeping behind him. It's a bit more prehensile than it looks. Probably used as a fifth limb. Okay, he'll cut it off then. See if it grows back~
It's another bum rush and he dodges to the right, already raising an arm to block the spiky tail as it swings toward his face. The thinner part wraps around his forearm and Casso yanks it back, slamming a boot into the mutant's hip and pulling his arm away in an attempt to rip the tail from it's spine. A downward swing from the club hits him squarely in the face and the tail releases him to stumble back- except he grinds the sole of his right foot in the sand for purchase and lands an uppercut that gives him distance. A sweep of his tail prevents the lizard from falling backward but Casso is free to dance out of his much longer reach.
He keeps an eye on the flickering club- its purpose is soon revealed when it becomes invisible at random intervals- and times his subsequent evasive maneuvers to appear as if he's only barely managing to avoid a hit. Casso was banking on his opponent getting frustrated and making obvious mistakes but each attack is as resolute and measured as the first.
>>We estimate less than a 95% chance of correctly anticipating the weapon's effects. Approximate timing is available.
That won't be necessary.<<
The shield is slower moving but used efficiently, the lizard attempting to hem him in and influence his retreat. Casso allows this, already gathering the required power for a decisive show-stopping attack. He'd heard the crowd's appreciation for Falcon's wings and he will not be outdone.
Once sufficiently cornered, Cassowary leaps into the air and twists to push off the wall, the force of it leaving an impression of his boot in the cement. He hooks an arm around the lizard's neck and swings himself around to put him in an armlock. This occurs from one breath to the next, and Casso intends to use it to bring the man down. The club is immobilized but the tail whips forward to dislodge him. Casso catches it in his teeth, biting through the bone. He finally gets a pronounced reaction from his opponent but is immediately met with the shield; the curved top ramming into his cheek and lower jaw. A sudden jolt of a surprisingly high voltage burns through his veins, causing his vision to go white and the nanites to stall.
Cassowary comes to with a chunk of tail in his mouth and a very heavy clawed foot on his chest. It's steadily weighing him down, compressing ribs and lungs in what should be a pain that would render him immobile. His vision flickers back online, registering the merc's scorched sneer. He'd willingly burned through half his face in an attempt to do the same to Casso. He can respect that.
The shield is thrust down to fall on his neck guillotine style and Cassowary brings his legs up once again, this time in a backwards somersault with a knee smashing into the lower part of the shield and shattering it. His knee and part of his leg are shattered as well, having moved the nanites to strengthen his other leg to reduce the effects of the electric shocks. His movement dislodges the heavy body on top of him, and another sweep of the tail would have saved it if Casso hadn't kicked upwards as he moved, forcing the remaining parts of the shield into the lizard's lower jaw and nearly slicing it off. Hands on the earth, he then twists his body to land in a crouch and allows his bones and muscles to stitch themselves back together. Shrapnel is pushed from his skin and fall to the bloodied sands whilst his eyelids twitch with aftershocks.
That shield must have been operating at a lower voltage until it was activated. Hymn would have loved to study it.
Groaning in pain, the lizard weaves in place but tosses the remnants of his defense away and readies himself with a twirl of his finicky club.
Now that Casso has made the audience more invested in his battle under the illusion of it being a fair match, he seeks to end it with his earlier promise.
He spits the tail to the ground but sweeps his tongue over the purplish blood staining his grin. The dunami buzz with interest, rushing to analyze it as he allows his opponent to circle him.
The merc darts forward with surprising speed but Casso matches him, sweeping his weapon-wielding arm away and moving into a flurry of punches and kicks that steadily push him back. The tail occasionally enters the fray to be used as a makeshift shield but Cassowary only switches his focus to steadily break its bones the second it draws near. Two minutes seems like enough.
>>...one
Cassowary flips over another lash of the faltering tail and lands behind the hulking man. The dunami burst from his wrist in a shimmering blade and he slices through the fatigued muscle as it attempts to block him. He then launches into a roundhouse that sends his opponent crashing into the sand. His bloodthirsty grin is a flash of fangs as he stalks over to his downed opponent and kicks him onto his back.
"Well, would ya look at that. Doesn't look like it grows back after all~ Unless...I suppose we can wait and see. You aren't allowed to fall asleep, though. Stay awake and play-"
A burning hole is suddenly seared through his chest. Cassowary snarls and cants his head to eye some kind of archer with a blazing crossbow. The man had taken cover somehow and was hovering in the air with some kind of jet pack.
"Oi, wait your tur- tch."
Another shot, this time blowing off his left arm.
"You'd better not let me catch you..."
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Post by Hushabye on Nov 29, 2021 20:07:57 GMT -5
[ I've been busy with work. ^^;;
So here's something...I think I'm still rusty so not everything makes sense... ]
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Post by ββΠΎΟ on Dec 2, 2021 1:09:43 GMT -5
Moth
The expected burst of pain did not come.
Milliseconds feel like hours in a fight. Needless to say, Moth had already braced herself to feel the fist cracking against her jawbone. Yet when she looked up, a feathered wing was inches from her face. There was little time to say thank you, and if there had been time, who knows if she would have said it anyway. It was Falcon who saved the day; he was annoyingly dependable.
He hauled her to her feet and gave her the necessary pep talk. βProve them wrong,β he commanded and she set her brow defiantly. Her instinct was to argue with him as she always did. But she found herself in the terrible predicament of both knowing he was right and also owing him her life.
βHold your horses, Iβm just warming up,β she retorted. He was already gone, replaced once more by the blinding light and sound of the arena. And the redoubling attack of the man on blades. She had to give Skater Boy credit where it was dueβhe was persistent even despite his bloodied and broken hand and his wild, blood-shot eyes. Unfortunately for him, she was ready this time. Before he could get within ten feet of Moth, her shatter gun was raised. Instead of a bullet, she fired a glass vial which exploded the instant she pulled the trigger. A cloud of mist shimmered in the air before her, a mix of broken glass and gas that felt like acid on the skin. The skater screamed as he barrelled straight into it. He fell to the ground, crumpling like a failed paper airplane.
Moth did not have long to bask in her triumph. She looked just in time to see Casso stand frighteningly still, arrows protruding from his chest and left arm. Panic flashed through her. Instinctively, she loaded her gun with a second round, this time grabbing the first vial she touched. A man was floating above her teammate wielding a jetpack and a crossbow. He was some distance away, but she knew something had to be done. She sprinted towards them. Thankfully the man with the crossbow had all of his attention on Casso, and he did not anticipate the searing pain that would burst through his own chest. Moth fired the one vial from her gun that behaved like a real bullet: a liquid which condensed into a solid as strong as any metal when exposed to a flash of heat. It struck the man with the jetpack squarely in his sternum.
She watched him pause, stunned, chin dropping so he could stare at his bullet wound. And then he lost control of his jetpack. It dragged him helplessly through the air like a ragdoll before they both crashed to the ground. Moth tuned out the cheering from the crowd. Her feet carried her to her wounded comrade.
βCasso!β she called. βAre you alright?β
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Post by πΎππππππππ on Dec 5, 2021 16:05:28 GMT -5
Falcon β₯ The Colosseum β
Out of the corner of his eye, Falcon tracked Casso as he battled some strange cross between a lizard and a human. He winced internally when he saw Casso tear out a chunk of the lizard manβs flesh with his teeth. Still, Falcon was focused on his own battles. Once he was finished, he whirled to watch Moth take out her attacker with one of her special vials. Blade-boy rushed headfirst into a misty cloud, releasing an ear-splitting scream as whatever it was touched his skin. He dropped to the ground as though all his bones had been shattered. Hmph, Falcon thought to himself. He shook his wings, dislodging a bit of the blood and gore that had built up on the appendages.
The man beside him groaned, clutching the remains of his right arm to his chest. There was a wild look in his eyes, and without warning he moved again, reaching towards his waist band to withdraw another pistol. He lifted the weapon and fired in one smooth motion. Instinct β and heightened senses β saved Falcon. He jerked back at the last instant when the manβs weapon registered on his consciousness. He wasnβt fast enough, though. Falcon hissed in shock as pain blasted across his jawline. The wound burned and throbbed with fire and agony, sending stars dancing across Falconβs gaze. Although it hurt like a son of a bitch, the wound was mostly superficial. Falconβs jaw remained mostly intact, its bony structure preserved.
Still blinded, Falcon snapped out his wings and whirled. He heard a soft gasp, followed swiftly by the sound of metal sliding through flesh and bone. When his vision cleared, he saw what remained of his enemy, collapsed into a swiftly growing pool of blood. He raised a hand to inspect the wound to his jaw but stopped when he heard Moth again. With a flick of his wings, he soared across the stadium to join his comrades. He scanned the arena, counting. That was four attackers taken out, but there had been five when the fight started. Where was the other?
Falconβs question was soon answered. He heard the soft scuffle of a boot, but before he could move, he felt something grab his right wing and wrench it backwards. Falcon shouted, roaring in pain as his wing bent. Had his feathers not been in their current state, his wing would have snapped beneath the force of the motion. As it was, he felt as though his wing truly had been broken. He whirled to face his attack, but there was nothing to see.
βCloaked,β he spat out, although his words were somewhat garbled thanks to his injured jaw. Already, it was beginning to heal, but Falcon knew it would take quite some time as his energy reserves were running low. His muscles burned with the effort to keep battling. The pain was exquisite; muscle tissue was being consumed as rapidly as it was being formed and used to power Falconβs continued motion. That was the downside of his strength and speed; at some point, the catabolism would out-pace the anabolism, and Falcon would be side-lined. βHeβs hiding.β Falconβs wings quivered as he pulled them close, desperate to keep them out of harmβs way. Doubtful that anyone could do permanent damage to his wings, but pain was a good motivator.
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Post by πΎππππππππ on Dec 6, 2021 6:39:27 GMT -5
( the more the merrier )
( lord knows my brain is gonna be fried for 99% of this month so even if my posts are long they may be incoherent lol work is crazy )
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Post by Hushabye on Dec 6, 2021 14:55:50 GMT -5
[ Welcome! ^^ ]
[ And sorry I'll reply today! ;;; ]
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Post by Hushabye on Dec 6, 2021 19:06:16 GMT -5
-- Cassowary Vega
Apparently, the archer had been successful in not allowing Cassowary to 'catch him'. Merely on a technicality, of course. Casso had permitted a few more shots to land so that his opponent would be unnerved and put more effort into downing him- Cassowary refuses to let his back touch the ground again- the technicality comes into play when another of the Jungle Kings insolently inserts herself into the apparent conflict before he can make a move.
He watched in indignant disbelief as she sprinted toward him whilst reloading her strange weapon. Casso had assumed that she was looking to him for assistance, but she fired an unerring shot without hesitation and he watched it pierce the sternum of his prey. The man's death- not yet confirmed- is spectacular but Cassowary is in no mood to appreciate it. She then has the gall to skid to a stop before him and ask after his health. What in the hells is wrong with her?
Cassowary inhales sharply, incensed. "How- what- did I not tell you to Stay Out Of My Way?!"
He gestures violently at the bodies with his remaining hand. The dunami have already activated his left arm and are bringing it back by 'walking' across the stadium on his bloodied fingers. "I don't need help! I never need help! Weren't you just about to die? Go do that instead of playing the hero and stealing My kill! I was just playing with him!"
The fiery arrows decide now to display their explosive capabilities. Angered as he is, Casso still has the wherewithal to jump a few paces back so that Moth isn't subject to the subsequent carnage. The dunami had given him forewarning of their detonation and he only just managed to rip them out and fling them somewhere in Falcon's direction. Luminous nanite filled blood coagulates around the puncture wounds and slowly begin knitting together. Glaring at the thoroughly entertained crowds, Casso snatches up his flask and tips it back; the contents will help speed up his healing. His eyes flicker briefly, going offline to register the update before returning abruptly. His anger returns with it.
Cassowary wants to snap her rifle but he reins himself in, running a hand through his hair. "Just- don't do that again. I'm not here to be on your team. I'm not fighting to stay alive. Got it?" His closed eyes slit open, "Look, your street angel is fumbling around with a coward." Casso shoos her away toward him and abruptly turns on his feel to stalk after the smoldering body. He pauses.
"What did you do to him anyway? Was that a normal bullet?"
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Post by Hushabye on Dec 6, 2021 19:07:46 GMT -5
[ Sorry Cassi is just here to be an asshole... ]
[ Of course there's more to him and his story-! But still. ]
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Post by πΎππππππππ on Dec 6, 2021 19:52:11 GMT -5
( nice, chucking exploding arrows at Falcon lol )
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Post by ββΠΎΟ on Dec 7, 2021 0:44:27 GMT -5
[ Hey babes! I'll get a response up tomorrow. Today's been super busy. ]
[ rat welcome! Of course feel free to join in! Don't worry about post length. Just do what feels right c: Happy to have ya aboard! ]
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Post by ββΠΎΟ on Dec 9, 2021 0:48:31 GMT -5
Moth
βWhat?β snapped Moth. She halted in her tracks, instantly forgetting the ongoing fight. She paced after Casso as he tossed back a swig from his flask. Had he really just scolded her? After she risked her life to come see if he was okay? Her face scrunched in anger and she heard the crowd rumble in intrigue at the sight of two members of the same team arguing in the middle of the match.
βSorry I tried to save your ungrateful tail,β she snapped, gesturing angrily with her shatter gun. βNext time I wonβt bat an eye when they stick an arrow in you. Since youβre so tough.β Across the arena floor, she was vaguely aware of Falcon. He seemed to be injured, but not terribly so. There was no sign of remaining enemies.
"And no, it wasn't a normal bullet. It's the newest tech. Maybe you'd know something about it if you weren't so worried about yourself!"
In her anger, she failed to question why their victory had not been announced. The crowd continued to stir excitedly, even as the opposing fighters lay motionless on the arena floor. She also failed to count the bodies, and notice the uneasy look on Falconβs face as he scanned their surroundings.
Suddenly a shape drifted into her periphery. The very ground beneath them seemed to stir until she realized it was a person barreling toward them. He was a rather large person. His skin and bodysuit flickered to match their surroundings, creating a sort of camouflage that had allowed him to remain undetected until that very moment.
He did not attack. Seemingly unsure of how to take on the five Jungle Kings alone, he took a defensive stance in the middle of the arena. Moth glanced between Casso and Falcon, wondering which of them would lay claim to the final duel.
This should be simple enough, Moth thought to herself. For the first time since the fight began, she felt a rush of relief at knowing they were going to leave mostly unscathed. Now the only question was who would deliver the winning blow.
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Post by πΎππππππππ on Dec 10, 2021 18:40:27 GMT -5
( Iβll reply this weekend )
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Post by πΎππππππππ on Dec 12, 2021 17:12:05 GMT -5
[ sure ]
[ feel free to skip ahead without me. I'll prob reply tomorrow ]
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Post by Hushabye on Dec 12, 2021 21:44:53 GMT -5
[ Okay, sure! I also have some new characters to introduce and ideas with them-
One being that we make each arena a different environment so that there's some variety? Kind of like the tournament in RWBY, if you're familiar~ ]
[ Secondly how do you plan to incorporate the gangs' late-joiners? I would suggest either making them separate teams that share allegiance or they can all be in the same group, but they can choose who fights in which match so that they can come up with different formations. Like Cass, Moth, and Falcon then Moth, Hyena, Caiman, etc. ]
[ These are just suggestions though. ^^; ]
[ And if you want to get a starter up for Foster, I have someone to toss her in with~ ]
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Post by πΎππππππππ on Dec 13, 2021 19:41:40 GMT -5
Falcon β₯ The Colosseum β
Falconβs chest rose and fell rapidly, indicating that he was in a state of some sort of distress. Distress? Perhaps that wasnβt the right word. Distress? More like anger. With each knife of pain that danced across his wings, searing across his back to reach his spinal cord, his fury continued to rise. Add to the agony pulsing in his back, his healing jaw also ached something fierce. He could almost feel the bone shifting, sliding back into place, and sealing over any cracks or fractures. His colorless eyes scanned the arena, searching for the man whoβd had the gall to try and rip Falconβs wings off.
And there he was, standing before the group of Jungle Kings. He was in a defensive posture, feet shoulder-width apart, hands raised up. He seemed to flicker in and out of sight, as though he were a chameleon. Falconβs upper lip curled back in a feral smile. βHeβs mine,β he bit out. It was clear that Falcon was pissed; a surefire way to spark his ire was to try and mess with his wings. Not only were they extremely sensitive, but Falcon also truly loved the appendages. To remove his wings would be to render him a shell of a person. He was nothing without his wings β without flying. He didnβt wait for Moth, Casso or the others to respond. He simply moved.
In a flash of silver, Falcon lunged forward, covering the distance between himself and his adversary in the span of a heartbeat. The man was clearly shocked, but managed to block and dodge Falconβs first strike. He was good, Falcon realized, as they danced about, punching and kicking and lashing out at each other. He clearly had some skill, and some experience when it came to close combat. Falcon grunted and staggered a half-step to the right as the manβs fist slammed into his ribs; he heard (and felt) as his ribs cracked beneath the blow. Another punch caused Falconβs jaw to fracture again. Falcon simply bared his teeth into another feral grin, and launched into battle with a new fervor. He moved between combat styles without warning, switching from offense to defense at the blink of an eye. His opponent was clearly getting overwhelmed, as Falconβs movements couldnβt be tracked. Finally, after a full minute of combat, Falcon decided he was done toying around. He snapped his wings out to the full span. The man stepped back, nervous; heβd seen just how wicked the edge of the metal feathers were.
Falcon lunged forward, throwing a right hook to the manβs jaw. He managed to raise his arm up and block, but he didnβt fend off Falconβs left wing as it snapped outward, punching through the manβs clavicle with ease. Before he could try and free himself, Falconβs other wing moved, piercing through the manβs other shoulder. Falcon used his wings to lift the man off the ground, holding him aloft in the arena. He was crying, clawing at the metal impaling him, fingers slick with blood and sweat.
Falcon bared his teeth and let out a soft growl. Abruptly, he yanked his wings free from the man; as he dropped, Falconβs fist shot out and slammed into the manβs temple, rendering him unconscious instantly. He dropped to the arena floor in a boneless, bloodied heap.
Falcon turned back to face his team-mates. Something dark lingered in his gaze as he stood there, glancing between the unconscious man and Moth and Casso; the arena seemed to hold its breath. To Falcon, the only sounds he could hear were the soft pat of the blood dripping from his wings, and the roaring in his head.
He shook off his reverie, spat at the man with the fancy suit, and turned his back on him, stalking back towards Moth.
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Post by Hushabye on Dec 14, 2021 3:50:22 GMT -5
[ Okay! I was asking because the front page says fighting teams are 1-5 and I was wondering what would happen if someone joined with more gang members?
But glad you guys agree! ^^ Thanks and welcome, Rat~ ]
[ Yes, haha! I look forward to their bickering! ]
[ I've included a few sneakpeaks of my new characters hehe~ ]
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