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Post by Hushabye on Nov 25, 2022 1:55:45 GMT -5
Yes I'm back, I deeply apologize
[ Simple Jump In!
I might as well just start if I want to write- something always happens when I try to take the time to plan ^^"
I promise to actually go through with this one khh
Set in a world that has recently been invaded by aliens! Protagonists are currently survivors who may recently come together for mutual safety, as for some reason we seem to be prime targets. Your characters can have strange powers that they recently developed, as long as they aren't too OP of course~ ]
<^> <^> <^>
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Post by Hushabye on Nov 25, 2022 2:04:52 GMT -5
"I can't believe you risked my life for icecream!"
"Mmmphhggr!"
Tsuna returns the angered shout with a muffled one of his own, still hastily chewing the mochi icecream he'd stuffed into his face before they were spotted. Caught off balance, he stumbles backward down an aisle as a shadowy polygon-shaped canine advances on him with repeated laser blasts from the scarlet orb hovering above its head. The minute swings of his blade move faster than the eye can see, but he still only just manages to deflect the projectiles that ping off and steadily destroy the store around him. He hears a crash a few aisles over and a string of swears in Arabic as the book section catches fire. "Sorry! Urk-!"
He nearly stabs himself when a bout of brain freeze causes him to jerk, but he turns the action into a sideways tumble as he rolls behind collapsed shelves. There's no opportunity to take a breath, but he wastes a heartbeat steadying himself for the onslaught to come. This is...in no way a normal situation in which he'd be able to visualize the kata before he enacts them. This entire trip to the west has kept him continually off-balance. No one could have ever anticipated alien ships abruptly appearing in the sky and destroying cities in bursts of light, with any semblance of normalcy crumbling shortly after that. It makes him feel helpless. There's no path to follow. It'd be too overwhelming if he allows himself to dwell on it all- so he needs to draw his focus in on one point. He's going to win. His grandfather named him Katsuhito because he'll be the one who overcomes and is eternally victorious. Gloved fingers flex on the hilt of his sword. "Right."
A violently bright light bursts overhead as the creature begins burning into the debris that hides him, intending to bury him in it. Tsuna hisses out a breath through his teeth and tenses his body- only to launch out from cover and whirl to face his opponent. He follows his momentum, dropping to his knees so that the next laser narrowly passes above his head as he slides across the dirty tiles. He halts himself in a kneeling position and briefly gauges the distance between them before lunging forward again.
He miscalculated- he's too far- but the blade will reach. He's sure of it.
One step. One more. There are scorch marks burned into the ground where he was moments ago but he keeps his gaze on the tip of his sword. There may still be a few inches between his blade and the alien's chest but it is pierced nonetheless. Regular steel shouldn't be able to scratch the smooth, onyx surface but he manages to tear through it like tinfoil. A shift in stance allows for him to move his blade in an arc, slicing it neatly in half as he comes to a stop before the sparking machine. Tsuna reflexively flicks his blade to fling off nonexistent blood and sheathes it in one swift movement.
The shrapnel from his most recent kill flies past him, one shard slicing into his face and another- "Agh! My glasses!"
He flails in an attempt to catch the suddenly blurry object and whirls to follow its trajectory. Only to find himself nearly face-to-orb with another alien hunter that had torn into the other side of the building. "Ah..." |
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Post by Dieselpunk on Dec 24, 2022 16:12:12 GMT -5
Diego wasn’t known for being a particularly brave man. Not a coward, no, but in times of danger or conflict, he wasn’t exactly known to put his best foot forward. Or maybe that was his best foot, he just didn’t have a great foot to put forward to begin with. Either way, when Earth was invaded and his friends were going on and on about how they needed to ‘fend off the aliens’ and ‘save the world’ and all that, he was more than content to hunker down in the store he worked at and let the military deal with the threat. They were the ones with all the weapons, he was just one guy. What was he supposed to do?
Now, this wasn’t the first time some aliens and other survivors had made their way into the store. In fact, it happened more often than he would really like, but he’d always been very good at staying hidden. After all, the aliens were there to hunt the survivors and the survivors were there to fight the aliens and he was there to stay behind the counter and wait until things blew over. So when two people came into the store in search of, by the sounds of it, ice cream and ended up locked in combat with a couple invaders, he’d done as he’d always done and assumed his trusty position behind the electronics desk.
At the distressed shout from one of the men, he flinched. This was hardly the first time someone had been killed in the store, not that it really easier to deal with the 50th time than the first. This was however, the first time he risked a peek over the counter.
A man, pretty young by the looks of it, stood face to face with one of the angular beasts that had invaded the store, the lifeless carapace of another splayed behind him. They weren’t far away, only a dozen feet at most. Plenty of room for a split second heroic decision. And Diego wasn’t a brave man. He’d stood by and listened to the screams of more than he would like to admit, doing nothing to save them. But something about seeing it, truly witnessing a death and knowing he could have done something, was in that split second more frightening than chucking a label gun at the alien with a shout that came out cracked with fear;
“Hey you, over here!”
The labeler bounced harmlessly off of the alien’s back, striking the orb at just the right angle to redirect the beam into a box of $5 movies, sending shards of burnt DVD flying in every direction. Though it was useless in terms of doing any actual harm, he’d accomplished the goal of saving the sword-wielding man. Unfortunately, it came with a very unintentional side effect as the alien turned from its original target to launch itself over the counter. As the counter crumpled under its weight, nearly trapping Diego under a mash of twisted metal and laminate as he scrambled to flee from imminent death, he remembered exactly why he wasn’t brave.
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Post by Hushabye on Jan 4, 2023 5:25:36 GMT -5
[ omg hihi! I'll try to get a response up ASAP ]
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