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 Posted: Mon Jan 31, 2011 12:37 am
* ~:: Persona War 1 ::~ *
(Location - Ruined Business District, Downtown Okina City)
Midnight, the Dark Hour...as the eerie moonlight and green sky hover overhead in the towns of Inaba and Port Island, something has appeared in the Downtown Area of Okina between the two supernatural hotbed locations that sent a shock-wave through the southern region of the country. Its appearance has left a significant portion of the small city in ruins, an explosion of power moments after the Dark Hour having caused havoc amongst the mostly-empty sector of office buildings and other tall structures. Those who possess the powers of the supernatural can feel the devastation and its presence, whatever it is...it is powerful, alluring, it is a temptation that is difficult to resist, even for the strong-willed. Forces of good and evil alike place designs upon obtaining it, and converging upon its location, a hasty alliance is formed between enemies, allies, and strangers alike all for the opportunity to place their hands upon an item that might turn the tide of their ongoing struggles.
What has resulted from all these forces converging into one area to fight over one prize? A two-sided melee between good and evil, with hidden agendas and personal ambition lurking just beneath the surface and around every corner. And yet, despite the two forces pushing one another back and fighting for every inch to obtain that which has appeared for themselves...whatever it might be...something incredible awaits them at the center of the battlefield.
Persona War I has begun!
Which side will you be on?! Quote: Golden Alliance
General: Serph Sheffield, Embryon Faction - Port Island Branch
Haoul Yamakiji - Remnants of Embryon
Ghost Takumi - Devil's Scourge
Ken Amada - SEES
Kisa - Demi-Fiend
Zeo Kirijo - Investigation Team
"Kai" Geirin Kuzunoha - Devil Summoner
Gin Mishima - SEES-2
Hei Nanjou - Ex-Nanjou
Yukimura Sanada - Devil Kings
Mataki Hito - None
Faustus Necromonium - Investigation Team
Koiyomi Izuya - Devil's Scourge
Yosuke Hanamura - Investigation Team
Mitsuru Kirijo - SEES
Haseo Yamagada - SEES-2
Deadpool - Ex-Embryon
Satoru Otonashi - SEES-2
Jubei Yagyu - Devil Kings
Kyoya Takahashi - SEES-2
NPC
Duke Devlin - Ex-Nanjou
Akihiko Sanada - SEES
Lewis Keys - Himself
Gabi - Gabi's Team
Balmung/Date Masamune - Devil Kings/Ex-Embryon
Eriko Kirishima - Persona 1
Mitsunari Ishida - Devil Kings (Port Island)
Minato Arisato - SEES
Soji Seta - Investigation Team
Rise Kujikawa - Investigation Team
Naniyori - Ex-Embryon
Quote: Shadow Force
General: Heat O'Brien, Assembly of Nihilo Special Task Force - Port Island Branch
Shaka Zulu - Orochi
Yelizaveta Ivanova - Orochi
Kazuma Koroko - Black Messiahs
Tawara Bunshichi - Mantra Faction
Teros Inisu - Black Messiahs
Bour Ying - Independent
Kohane Mura - Black Messiahs
Genesis Rhapsodos - Orochi
Blake Nakamura - Strega
Crixus Akumu - Order of Messiah
Ray Hale - Orochi
Luusa Baddock - Strega
Kawaisaona - Strega
Hitoshi Koroko - Mantra Faction
Hunter - Mantra
Poacher - Mantra
Malka Devorah - Strega
Izaya and Bugaromaru- Orochi
Kanbe Kuroda - Devil Kings (West)
Kiseki Kirihara
Alexander the Great
NPC
Ban Baddock - Strega
Elke Shula - Strega
Tohru Adachi - ???
Cesc Fabregas - Orochi
Simon Kongo - Black Messiahs
Balmung/Date Masamune - Devil Kings/Ex-Embryon
Raiden - Black Messengers
Zazi - Strega
Takaya Sakaki - Strega
Televaldi Nuri - Strega
Izagumo/Tsuruhime/Ikuhisa/Isabella Nuri - Strega Quote: Details
...At Midnight on [6/14], with the students of Yasogami High occupied with the camping trip and Rise's Test of Courage, a strange power...similar to a demonic energy...appeared in Downtown Okina City, wrecking much of the largest city directly between Inaba and Port Island.
Driven by the desire to obtain this power for themselves, their Reason, or their leaders, those with a sense for the supernatural converge to engage in a two-sided battle for the right to obtain whatever waits for them at the center of that devastation.
...Whatever...or whoever, that might be... Quote: Rules
1. Choose two available characters under your control [or just one]. These two will be especially drawn towards Okina, arriving just in time to get caught up in the Late Night struggle for power.
2. When you arrive, you realize that the struggle has grown so large that an interloper would hardly last on his own. To survive long enough to have a chance at obtaining the power, you ally yourself with the heroes [Golden Alliance] or villains [Shadow Force].
3. Joined together with this new Alliance, you will be entered into the battle at the discretion of your temporary commander and engage in combat with members of the enemy force at the location to which you are dispatched.
4. You will battle with those in the area to which you are dispatched, dealing with whatever obstacles might also be in your way in that area.
5. As the battle commences and warriors are beaten and/or eliminated, opportunity may arise to advance into the very center of the ruined portion of the city where the Power awaits. You can move on to ground zero or opt to continue to battle in the previous area, eliminating potential rivals for the Power until another opportunity arises.
6. Once you have reached ground zero, alliances may be abandoned or held true, with the Power standing as the ultimate prize for craftiest, most powerful, or best of the bunch. For those who come close, it may still be possible to obtain Fragments of the Power which were broken away during the incident of destruction earlier.
7. More rules may be added as necessary...
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Posted: Wed Feb 02, 2011 4:35 am
* ~:: Persona War 1 ::~ *
1:32 A.M.
(Location: Ruined Business District, Downtown Okina City - 2 Hours, 32 Minutes after the [Anomaly] appeared.)
Nobody knew what it was that had touched down that night, beneath the green sky and the golden moon of the Dark Hour, but everybody felt it. It was like something calling out to them, beckoning them towards the city where the Anomaly had fallen, appeared, been born...whatever it was and however it had been brought into this world. Some imagined that it must have been something like Odysseus being drawn to the rocks as he listened to the song of the Sirens, honey-sweet words that promised something unfathomable, something beyond their wildest dreams. They were all drawn to it, ignorant to the destruction that it had caused...that it had yet to cause, not just to the cities but to each of them, individually. First response saw two distinct forces arrive on the scene just in time to prevent one another from making it to the center of the anomaly, and without hesitation the two forces opened fire, creating a conflict that would engulf the greater portion of Okina and warriors from around the country in combat. It had been the Embryon that was first to the scene, lead by the charismatic young Serph Sheffield, General of the Port Island Branch of their organization, and they had been closest of anyone yet to the Anomaly, though they hadn't seen it clearly. What they had seen were the trucks, heard the gunshots of an unknown force lead by a familiar face flanking them from the side, a heavily-cluttered portion of the rubble. It was Heat O'Brien, a former comrade who had fallen off the grid a while back along with something else that was precious to their team. They were enemies now, fighting for what they believed was right; it was with this goal in mind that the Okina City War began, two sides conflicting...but it was a struggle too great, a temptation too large, and others with the power to fight were drawn into the fray, posing as allies to the group leaders in hopes of making their own play to obtain the power at the center of the ruined city. Many arrived fast, some trickled in later, joining the battle as time wore on. The Dark Hour came and passed...the battle raged on, until both sides had become worn down, much of their lesser numbers having been ravaged by the devastation of supernatural war. Soon, only a few remained...those with the power to truly sway the course of the battle, standing against one another and coming to blows with rivals against whom they had fought many times over...this only the most recent of the bitter conflicts that had engulfed them, drawn them together, and driven them apart. Now they were all coming to a head, some perhaps coming to an end, all over this one temptation...this one power, an Anomaly which could change the fate of the country.
It was here that many things changed...and the world took its first steps towards a new future, with many of those who safeguard it none-the-wiser.
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"God damn it, Luu..." a boy with teal hair and sharp, white teeth coughed as he crawled over a bit of rough debris that had fallen from a nearby building, 7 stories tall, which had seen half of its upper three floors blasted to the street during the destruction caused by an anomaly. His lips were caked in red blood, a crimson gash torn from his shoulder to his far hip with several smaller holes poked in his pale skin and white, collared top. Rough features were bruise, small cuts in any number of places between his forehead, his chin, and his neck, but his own fists were fairly ragged, too, evidence that he hadn't gone down without a fight. One arm didn't seem to be working at the moment, so he drug himself forward with one gloved hand, eyes clouding over as strength drained from what was obviously a beaten body. "It wasn't suppose...to be like this..." Suddenly the boy was seized by his collar, hoisted slightly off the ground in a pained motion. Then, like a lightning bolt, a fist connected with his jaw and the body dropped like a dead weight to the rubble beneath him; the fist was covered in a black, leather glove with a pair of sharp metal blades curving from the back of it. His final blow hadn't been delivered with the blades, but the look on his face as he stared at his beaten foe was grave. Solemn, sad, his sharp features and hard eyes appraised the boy for a moment, before turning away. The man had silver hair, a shiny detective's badge attached (loosely now, as if tearing away from the material) to the breast of his white, button-up undershirt. "Sorry, kid," he muttered, looking away towards the distance where bodies were flying back in forth in frantic combat, white wings circling with what looked like a blue dragon, covered in lightning bolts as the two clashed over and over, sonic booms and flashes of blue light striking out into the heavens with each blow. When had everything gone so God damned wrong?! Bang! A gunshot; fire ripped through his left arm like a thousand needles being shoved through the skin at once and exploding out the other end. Tender bicep gave way to cold steel and explosive powder, a force that sent that side of his body whipping back away from the shooter and his teeth tightening into a clench so hard he thought they would crack. Hard eyes shifted across the rubble until they landed on a man in a blue suit...a detective's suit...and the look in his eyes was a deranged mixture between excitement and sadistic joy, as if a child playing out his fantasies in some incredible, life-like game. Bang! A bullet clanged off of metal, his cestus raised just in time to deflect the bullet and see the sharp upper edge of the right blade ripped straight off the glove by the force of the bullet. He recognized this man from the mugshots, the newspapers, and from the stories that his new partner back in Inaba had told him. He looked like he was intent to kill. Bang! Bang! Bang! The former detective walked closer and closer, pulling the trigger in a second-by-second repetition, each bullet deflected, dodged, or barely scraping its target with its sudden zig-zagging motion, until finally he felt a click that signaled the end of a clip. "Tch, useless piece of s**t," the man muttered darkly, tossing the weapon to the side just as his opponent closed in...he closed his fist just as the silver-haired man's right cross raked him across the jaw and sent his vision flashing white, his knees giving just enough that he barely avoided the follow-up right uppercut that sailed past his jaw. It was that awkward moment after the miss that allowed him to slam his head forward heavily into the jaw of the silver-haired detective, returning the favor just long enough for him to draw a second pistol from inside of the breast of his blue jacket and aim it at the man who had taken his place...there was something undeniably twisted in his grin as he pulled the trigger.
Bang!
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The shot echoed for much less of a distance than it should have, overshadowed by the din of voices and excitement going on all around them; roughly a hundred meters to the west and 50 into the air, the sound could barely be heard on the side of a half-falling office building that was in the slow process of tumbling over entirely...but not quite to the breaking point just yet. Loud, eerie moans creaked from steel beams that threatened to snap and give like flimsy drinking straws, and each second it seemed like a new piece of fresh, leather office furniture was sliding down the tilted floor of the building and smashing through a plate-glass window that hadn't yet given out, falling the long distance from the top floors of the leaning towards of destruction to the blacktop rubble below. Half of the roof caved beneath the stylish boots of a gorgeous, black-haired man on the highest level of the crumbling monolith, but his fleet feet carried him across pieces of the falling rubble until he had leaped and caught the edge of the still-solid building top...straining with all his might to hang on to the edge so that he didn't tumble to the level below and roll towards those shattered windows and take a fall like that silky black lounge chair he had seen go flying not a few second earlier. Lovely, emerald eyes were strained and glassy, his perfectly tanned skin was splotched with instances of red both his own and not. Small gashes had nicked him all over, almost in an artistic pattern, but nothing fatal had marred his body just yet. He felt like he was being toyed with, even though he knew he was getting just as good an edge...there was just something about him, something that put him ill at ease. Suddenly there was a flash, white on violet or violet on gold, he couldn't be sure, and then red erupted across his eyes, razor blade gashes across the digits on his right hand, right across the knuckles as the blood trickled forth and down his long, thin arm in a crimson sleeve. Above him, a small drop dripped down and splashed across his nose like a drop of errant paint falling rebelliously from a brush...and then his tongue lashed across the blade, mismatched eyes looked down at the Devilishly Handsome prey before him and he savored the flavor of his newest work of art. "There's nothing quite so...satisfying...as a fetching canvas," his voice was like liquid silk, slipping from between his beautiful lips like milk and honey...or maybe it was just the small trickle of his subject's blood that curled from the corner of his mouth and wound down to his chin. His own skin was marred by bruises and cuts, but he seemed perfectly content...hard work resulting in a magnificent work. His second blade arced towards knuckles, but his prey was faster, releasing his grip and tumbling down towards the floor below. Hit and roll, he nearly lost his footing as he caromed off the half-crumbled wall and towards the open window half-beside/half-below him, but he caught his feet just in time to see his enemy bounce off the broken wall, jumping down from his overhead perch onto the level beneath him, ricocheting towards the King of Games with a gleeful look in his eyes. Reaching into a pair of belts laced over his well-defined chest, he withdrew ammunition, but not of the traditional sense. Ace, King, Queen, Jack, Joker...cards shot from between his fingers and sliced straight through pale skin like knives through butter, but that did not stop the brass knuckle on his foe's blade from crashing into his stomach, the hard knee from smashing into his side...but when the blade arced for the side of his neck where the jugular vein lay he countered perfectly, catching the arm to toss the mad artist over his shoulder towards the open window.
It was as his foe skidded along the ground towards the window that the gamer made his choice, diving across the distance to catch his hand just as the two fell out of the window entirely...his free hand hooking onto the glass of the shattered window, what remained of it, so hard that it cut into the palm of his hand. It was a strain unlike anything he had ever felt, holding a dead weight up along with his own from a height far enough into the sky that would surely be fatal. 'Minori...think about Minori,' the man thought desperately, holding on despite the incredible pain...only to see feel the sting of the artist's brush digging into the back of his shoulder...the arm that held them both up onto the edge of the building. Suddenly panicked, green eyes shot down to his dead weight as his fingers began to loosen. "We'll...both die...!" he protested, earning a strange, crooked smile from the artist as he twisted his knife a little deeper. His fingers loosened. It began to slip away...
"...That's the point..."
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It was on the far side of the battlefield, where the sight of those two falling was little more than a speck in the distance, that a man stood who looked only vaguely similar to a human anymore. Black armor, black horns, an evil grin creasing lips that were so fine, and yet so awful it was hard to put them into words. His eyes were golden, settled on a woman who stood not far from him...her eyes were glistening, the distance between the two closing by her own accord as he stood still, unflinching, watching. She said that she had known him once...she said that he hadn't always been the way that he was now, so twisted and selfish and evil as he was, so full of the desire to inflict despair. She said that he was beautiful and sly, great and fair. He wondered if perhaps she was right about him, if perhaps this inclination inside of him hadn't always been there the way that it was now, and if it had ever been possible for him to live the normal life that she was so sure that he had lived once, that he could still live if he were to give up all these things that kept him far from his humanity. He wondered if he could have her, here and now, and what/if he would/could/should feel anything if he did, but it was all stoic, his features unassuming, unyielding, revealing nothing as she held between her fingers a card that shook with the unsteady motion of her hand. She was trembling, be it out of fear or a lack of determination or passionate emotions that she couldn't control being faced with him now, the way that he had become after all this time. He had become the incarnation of fear, the face of evil, and she had come to finish him, to undo the mistake that had been made by that...man/God/thing all that time ago when he had been granted that power. Her lips were pursed, the first phonetic uttering of the one word she would need, all it would take to summoner her persona and put an end to the dark tyranny that he had wrought over that small town and all its innocent people over the last two months. All she needed was the will and he wasn't even moving to stop her. Did he know...? Did he understand what he had become? Did he regret it, willing now to let her end his life to repent for everything that he had done? No...no! He couldn't be...but then...?! Her hand shook and tears spilled down her fine cheeks, despite the fact that she had sworn off tears when she hit the age of twenty, promising herself she would never cry, always show a strong face until she had saved him. She stumbled forward a step and her hand lowered. She couldn't/wouldn't/shouldn't be doing this...she...this was the man that she...the card disappeared in a small flash of white light and she stumbled forward, pressing her cheek tightly against his chest as she embraced him in all his demonic glory. Light against shadow, juxtaposed amidst the chaos and the rubble and the overturned car sitting just to his left atop some wild debris. He tilted her chin with his forefinger and thumb and there was something golden, something divine in the way that her expression lit up at his gentleness...the tears in her eyes sprang forward like crystalline rivers, her cheeks reddening in a way that reminded her of the first day back in high school when she realized that she loved him. Her tip-toes were required to reach him, but his lips curved into a small smile that was so very inviting, a sly smile that reminded her of the way he had used to be...she whispered, voice full of raw emotion choked up inside of her as she pressed her lips against him. "I love you, Nao-"
His lips ran red...a trickle from the corner, it touched his tongue and tasted of copper and iron and life...but it wasn't his. Black-clad fingers curled around a dagger buried to the hilt into the stomach of a girl, this girl whose lips were pressed tightly against him, his girl once upon a time. She did not release him immediately...as if savoring the flavor of him, despite it being overpowered by her own blood, as if imprinting this feeling into the back of her mind...one last taste of everything she had ever wanted to hold as her treasure on whatever journey came next after this one. It wasn't pulling away so much as it was sinking, slipping, falling down the front of him as he stood still...silent, unmoving as he had been before, his hand releasing the dagger as her knees touched the ground and her body rolled onto its back in submission...if she was going to die, this was how it should be. Dying for love...dying with the taste of Naoya (and copper/iron/death) still lingering on her lips... "Such a waste," he muttered emptily as he turned his back on her, sparing the woman that had once been his love, his future bride, even, not even a second glance before starting to walk away from her...a long black cape trailing behind him over the loose rubble. It was only at a few feet away that he heard the rumbling, loud footsteps crunching debris beneath them...he felt the power more than the rumbling, a hidden, deep, intense sort of power that was more ancient and intimidating than anything he had remembered for a while now. Glancing over his shoulder he saw a mountain of a man, covered in orange fur, bent down over the girl he had left in a bloody heap and saw that he was still just as tall as himself like that...his hands seemed to ghost over the wound where the dagger had dug into her stomach near the bottom of her ribcage and the demonic man saw that it was gone, though the wound remained. There was a pause, the mountainous beast of a man stood and turned to face the warrior who had left the girl in such a heartless state, and there was a look on his face that was positively feral...and even he, the Progenitor and the man who would call upon Death itself without fear felt an uncommon chill run down the back of his spine. "That too may be the way of the world," the beast's voice rumbled in a way that seemed almost like a lecture and almost like a threat all at once, "so how about it? You believe in a game Survival of the Fittest, don'tcha?" It was almost as if he was mocking him, this giant beast of a man...turning fully to face him, the black demonic figure glared up at him with no hint of anything but sheer evil in his eyes. "And who are you?" The Lion King grinned a deep, toothy grin.
"RAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWRRRRR...."
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Power absolutely exploded from that area outward, enough to send a two-story building nearby caving into itself with a cloud of dust rolling out in all directions from the epicenter. Black ash and dust clouded much of the battlefield, so much that the air was cast in this gray haze of smog so thick you almost couldn't swim through it. Flashes of blue power and white strikes of lightning pierced the dark veil, however, and it was through a cloud before the tallest building still half-standing in the ruined portion of the city that the man with white wings, the former Lord General of the Warriors of Purgatory tossed back his armor-clad enemy with a swing of his massive broadsword, still crackling with Lightning, through the front of the building with enough force that half of the first-level wall collapsed around him. By the look of the two they had been fighting for some time now, armor dented and pierced and bloody, each of them ragged and worn, like they had just gone through a thousand battles, and yet it had been but one...white bangs were tipped with crimson and the mighty helm of the other's house was chipped in so many places that he was nearly ready to discard it. He stumbled out of the rubble towards his winged opponent with lightning crackling and fizzling so hard one thought he might burn out...but just when he looked ready to fall his teeth grit, his knees bent, and his hands drew back, sucking all of the lightning that had been crashing all around him into a single ball, larger than a beach ball, barely contained within the confines of his spread hands and similar in stance and appearance to another iconic beam-spam wielded by a mysterious warrior in orange...only this man wore blue, his one eye focused on his foe as he looked on in a mixture of sheer determination and confusion. Pulling back his massive sword in retaliation, the winged man launched forward to meet him, another clashing of white and blue...only just as the sword came down to meet the helm of his enemy did the lightning ball thrust forward, opposing forces meeting with such intensity that the ground beneath their feet cracked and buckled, denting them into the floor and sending out a shockwave explosion of power so intense that anybody within 50 meters would be tossed into the air by the upheaval of power. Blue energy expanded like a volatile gas spewing from some sort of chemical reaction, the mushroom-shaped cloud large enough it seemed no coincidence, and lightning-charged debris fell all over the field in little chunks for what must have been a half mile around them. At the epicenter was a cloud of dust so thick that you now literally couldn't see through it, lightning dancing through the air so dense the hairs on your neck would as soon fry as stand on end...but there, with his hands thrust forward and five of his six iconic blades scattered along the floor around him as the debris cakes his blue armor...breath escaped him in heavy pants, and his enemy was no longer standing right in front of him. And yet...his golden eye was sharp. A cry rang through the debris that clamped his teeth shut in an instant. "DRAGON!" the elegant voice bellowed with an intensity that would set the soul ablaze. Answering his challenge was the guttural roar of the Dragon, "LET'S PARTY!" White power and a golden tint upon the former's armor suddenly pierced the cloud of dust as he rushed forward, flying through the air like a streak to strike with his broadsword down at his foe...his small blade not enough to force a stalemate as he was knocked back through the air once...and then the winged man followed up and did it again, knocking him back with sheer force despite being blocked again...until finally the two blood-stained, burned, and utterly ragged warriors clashed together one more time...the blue-clad one catching his feet and digging in, the loose rubble beneath their feet breaking, sliding, and giving way as each tried to gain the edge on the other.
And as the power welled up around them, blue dragon and white eagle twisting around them and reaching into the sky itself, an echoing crack like the Lightning Bolt of Zeus erupted from the center...light so bright even the strongest set of eyes couldn't see through it shone from where they stood...and the burning spirit of two unflinching warriors raging at the center of the greatest battlefield their country had seen since the Feudal Era...
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"Get out of the way," a lazy voice became suddenly serious, his eyes focused not on all the backlight of carnage which raged on in the distance at the epicenter of that broken down city, but on a man in a fashionable purple suit who stood just before him, dark hair combed into a style that must have made him look like quite the handsome fellow. He never really thought of such things. And his expression, shifting from tired to intense said that he probably didn't care, either. His well-dressed opposite laughed a little in response.
"It wouldn't be very sporting of me to let you go in there now, would it?" a smooth voice answered, his smirk practically audible in his amused tone, "Why don't you stay here? I'd love to talk about the work you did with those...Warriors of Purgatory and the Crows, was it?" All traces of amusement left the green-haired, shirtless man's tone now as he looked into the playful man's eyes with an utter malice.
"Move, or I'll kill you and walk in over your corpse," his warning was plainspoken this time, his eyes flashing dangerously as his hair began to shift in tint from a dark green to an icy blue. The man in the violet suit smirked in a sort of mixture of amusement and sadness, raising his fingers to his chin as his own violet eyes examined the change.
"I guess this means we won't become friends. Doesn't it?" the smooth man taunted rhetorically, chuckling under his breath as something about him suddenly seemed changed...a flash of something different, a hint of blond where black should have been...legs curled into the air where they had just been standing...and then in an instant he was different, like an illusion being dropped or a facade disappearing entirely. And in the place of the finely-dressed man was a handsome, treacherous-looking devil with long blond hair and wings, watching the transformed man before him with a cool, analyzing gaze.
"Loki..." his voice seemed lower now, and despite the fact that it was quiet it boomed in the ears of his enemy, "...you should never have crawled out of whatever hole you were hiding in." In response, the demon simply chuckled.
"...And what fun would that have been?..."
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...The battle rages on, neither side gaining a significant advantage...
General Serph's forces press valiantly ahead, desperate to reach the [Anomaly] before the enemy.
General Heat's forces fight with an intense rage, meeting and checking Serph's moves at every turn!
But the tipping point is close! More reinforcements on either side...[your reinforcements]...are on their way. It is quite likely that whatever the outcome, it will rest heavily on their actions from this point on.
One brave hero, one terrible villain, one great victory could be the difference between salvation and destruction.
Who will be the one who strikes the decisive blow? Who will be remembered as the Hero of Persona War I?
The Battle Continues!!!
Persona War I Has Begun!
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Posted: Wed Feb 02, 2011 5:12 am
Tawara Bunshichi
The bright lights of the Bughatti Veyron flashed past anyone fortunate to have survived the start of the great war, various panicked survivors not even registering what had passed them before it was gone. Tawara was grinding the gears down tonight, the speedometer needle permanently stuck on max, he was a bomb flying in a metal shell towards his own war. IT was here, and he wanted it bad, and not even gods could help anyone who dared to get between him and it. A twisted grin grew across his face as he shot up a rise, his car leaving the ground for a good few seconds before slamming down quickly, metal sparks flying out from beneath it. It looked like fighting was already in full swing, he was dodging debris being thrown around by powerful forces, he could hear deafening thunder cracks and the sounds of asphalt and cement tearing itself from the ground becoming the debris. He watched as people were fighting all around him, and he had gone a good few seconds without being noticed, mainly because of his speed, but it wasn't to last... though he didn't necessarily want it to. However, as he felt his forward motion stop rapidly, the front of his car crushing in on itself, and the back of the car throwing itself off the ground he turned his head, looking through darkened tinted glass at the man with the wide a** smirk, looking like he had just hit the lottery with the stone slab he had knocked in front of Tawara's car. This time lapse ended however as Tawara's forward momentum kicked in, his car going from a speeding bullet to a haphazardly flying projectile with him inside, and ending as a pile of scrap metal when it impacted the already damaged store-front tearing through the cement walls and crashing through the base of the building causing it to collapse down. However, that smug footsoldiers victory was shortlived as he heard a strange whirring sound to the tune of 'fwhum-fwhum-fhwum-fwhum' and he caught, quite literally, the jagged remains of a metal car door on the side of his head, tearing straight through his skull and leaving him dead with half a face. Tawara walked over to the corpse shaking his head from side to side as foot soldiers surrounded him, about four ensigns and a weak major or two surrounding him. A jovial smiled crossed over his features as he turned swinging a closed fist at the first to charge him, his skin meeting along blade and shattering through it and the neck of the soldier who had swung it at him. "Too weak, this is the start of the cleansing... the Exorcism. The weak shall fall unfit for my world... Whose next." He stated clenching his other fist as the soldiers attacked, is scene quickly turning into that of broken weapons and a wash of corpses as he worked his way closer to his reason for being here. When was a worthy challenger going to come... he damn well hoped it wouldn't be this easy to walk up and just take it.
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Posted: Wed Feb 02, 2011 5:27 am
Golden Alliance - General's Order!  General Serph Sheffield - Port Island Embryon Branch
* * * * * * * * * * "That guy in the center of the field [Tawara] near the fallen coffee shop is a monster! I need one or two of you to get in there and stall him!
Preferably a someone with high [Endurance]!"
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Posted: Wed Feb 02, 2011 6:59 am
 Kisa"Hahah! Won't you be a fine prize when I'm through with you?" a man said with a big grin as he lunged forward, the icy power surrounding his blade carving in for a heavy blow to a figure standing in a clearing. The figure seemed to be looking over almost casually as the man came in, the calmly raised a hand and caught the blade with her palm. A foolish manuver, of course... except for the way the icy force around the blade seemed to flow out of the weapon and into her body. The girl clenched her fist a moment later, finished with charging, and she simply punched the man in the face. Even as her fist connected, a scorching hot wave of energy erupted out of her hands and blew some of the nearby trees into toothpicks, and one of the low-levels that had populated this area slumped down, shattered jaw slowly bleeding out a bit of his life. Glowing red eyes looked down with a bit of sorrow, but she turned and continued walking anyway. It had been an... eventful night. After the arrival of the Space Flea enormous... insecty... creature... whatever it was... things had gotten pretty intense. The pyro, in particular, seemed like she couldn't believe the kind of punishment that her target had been able to soak up over the battle, even though the Demi-Fiend hadn't been able to dodge so much as the lightest of hits. And that bout of confusion... she was pretty lucky it had worn off when it had and not stuck around longer. They'd learned, while fighting her, a bit of the kind of monster she was, and it was only because they'd come as a group that they hadn't been crushed. Yet they had persevered, in a battle that seemed to be making a mockery of how things were supposed to be (how could one person be so tough against three, with the three strong as they were?), and finally, agonizingly, they had managed to achieve their goal, overcoming even Kisa's formidable defenses in order to complete their mission... taking her to their leader, who had come here to Okina in response to whatever was happening. A long journey, flying fairly high in the atmosphere, and rather fast at that... and it was only the efforts of one Geirin Kuzunoha, who'd woken up a little before she had, that had permitted their escape. That had been... interesting. The girl was all kinds of terrifyingly durable, but a drop from that height wasn't something she'd wanted to do ever again. Right away, she'd noticed the powerful feeling from the center of the area, calling out to the demon inside her to go seize it, and so she'd began to move. Slowly, at first, while she recovered courtesy of the powers in her Magatama, but her healing abilities outside of battle were tremendous, and she'd managed to heal both body and spirit, and had since been making her way through the area until, finally, she emerged in the area of Serph's headquarters... A monster, who not hours before had taken more than a bit of pounding, pushed there to the brink of exhaustion and then right over the brink when her opponents had finally managed to knock her out, but already recovered. "If you're... trying to get further into the city... I might be able to help you." she said quietly, seeming nervous with so many people around. But the call of whatever was in the city was so great... she had to know what was there, she had to! To find the source of this kind of power, to let it spread bliss through her body! She wanted it so badly... even if she ended up needing to share it with others in order to get to it.
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Posted: Wed Feb 02, 2011 10:18 am
  Kazuma Koroko Shaka Zulu Under the golden moonlight in the desolated lands of what was Okina City, there was a stench that filled the air, a strong potent smell, that would cause everyone in the surrounding area to get intoxicated, to bring forth their untapped rage and let it blossom into sheer destruction; this was the stench of War. And in the midst of all of this Kazuma was there amongst the rubble doing what he did best, enjoying a cigarette. He was brought here by an urge, mystical maybe, unknown at best, but it was an urge nonetheless to come here. He looked onwards, it was like he was in the after effects of the Bombing of Hiroshima. Oddly enough he didn't question on why he was here, the vibe coming off from this battlefield was more than enough to tell him that he was in a place of comfort. The Black Knight walked along, kicking up small pebbles with his combat boot, he looked as if he didn't have a care in the world. He didn't have too, nicotine was infiltrating his lungs to give him that comfort, however his venturing soon stopped. He brushed his hair out of his eye, god his hair was driving him crazy; but there was no other means to cut it so he had to deal with it. "...Guys wanna smoke?" he asked outwards, he hadn't gone crazy and formed a invisible friend oh no. There was in fact a squadron Ensigns, in a line formation weapons ready. Guns, swords, lances, hell even a halberd; all of them ready to due battle. Kazuma however didn't seem impressed, in fact his exhale of smoke came out in a dull filled sigh. "Staying silent are ya...pricks" soon as he said that insulting word a gunshot boomed out, the ensign in the middle with the pistol was the one who pulled the trigger. The bullet was coming in fast, but Kazuma reacted much quicker.
The bullet aimed to the middle of his face, and so with a jolt to the side he saved himself from being a headshot victim...however there was still damage. The bullet pierced through his cigarette destroying it completely by cuttiong of the bud from the tobacco. As it dropped down to the ground still burning Kazuma stared at his fallen comerade looking devasted, his mouth dropped which allowed the bud to fall down as well. He couldn't say a thing, he didn't even bunch, all he could do was stare at that burning cigarette being wasted. There was a brief silence, the Black Knight faced the group of Ensigns, equiiping his Rider Grips Gauntlet and Greaves. A vein swelled on his forehead, his fists tightened, and a glare to show that every last one of them will die for destroying his precious cigarette. Without a moments notice he charged into battle, letting loose a loud vicious war cry. The Ensigns too took charge, they all thought the same, 5 against 1 no problem, they could kill Kazuma and make it home to report to Balmung on their success. Their boasting cofidence were genuine, but fail to be compared to Kazuma's exploding rage mix with his undeniable lust for battle. One of the ensigns was bold enough to charge further to get the first strike, a old fashion young man, went by the name of Yujima; loving the way of the Samurai even wielding his own sword. He came into the Black knight with a swooping slash to the neck, trying to end it with one move. Kazuma slammed his arm towards the blade letting it slam up against his guantlet. Sparks flew outwards as steel clashed against steel in a struggle. Yujima looked startled, skin flushed palely as if he had seen a ghost. Kazuma didn't let him have time to regain his senses, his arm lashed out towards his face grabbing it with all his might. The claws were digging straight the skin and deeper causing blood to run down his face. Yujima was still a low rank Ensign, still unaccustom to pain; a bone chilling anguish cry was heard. "DROP DEAD!!" yelled the enraged Messiah as he crashed the poor ensign's head down to the concrete ground. The rest of the Ensigns halted at the sight of the brutal ko, holding their weapons tightly as cold beads of sweat rand down their faces. Kazuma released his claws from his face, Yujima was out cold; he was either in a coma, or already dead. Kazuma kept his eyes on the others looking pissed still after what happened, he continued to march forward, not before viciously stomping Yujima's face to seal the deal on his fate.
The Ensigns winced at the death of their comerade, he would fall in vain, So the rushed in with their resolve fulling their weapons. A female ensign, hair tied into a short ponytail, came in with multiple thrust with her lance, Kazuma moved back in a zig zag motion dodging one after another. Though he diecided to quickly take one a graze to the side of his torso as he came in close, grabbing her face like he did with Yujima. The only difference with this was that his hand was sparking up with electricity, a smirk came to his face has he blasted her face with a mighty Zionga, the surge of lightning went through the brain, utterly frying it leaving her to be nothing more than dead weight. Another swordsman of a ensign came by, tears rushing down his face after seeing another one of his comerades die. He held his sword above his shoulder as he came in close. With the woman still in his hand Kazuma decided to dispose of her by tossing the corpse towards the swordsman. The two crashed into the ground, the swordsman was no immobolize for the time being. What was left was that one man, the leader of this squadron, and the cigarette killer. No words were spoken, Kazuma just took charge at the man who dashed to the side, shooting out a wide range of bullets. Kazuma followed, deflecting the bullets one after another, accelerating his speed the man went into a good close range. The Ensign tried his best to stay in the fight in such a position with a pistol whipping Kazuma's head, raising his arm up he manage to block the attack and gave him a quick strong jab to the gut. The Gunslinger leaned forward, mouth dropping at the pain of the attack, it wasn't like a normal punch; it was more on the lines of a fist size nuclear explosion hitting him right in the gut. Kazuma pulled back, not yet done with this onslaught. Leaped forward and with a twist of the body Kazuma unleashed a swift kick to the jaw, the blow whipped his head to the side. His mouth was hanging down loosely showing that it was clearly broken or disconnected.
As he landed, having his side facing the Ensign Kazuma violently twisted around, swinging his fist right into the temple of the gunslinger to distraught him, for the finishing blow he impaled his claws and hand right through his midsection, digging as far as he could. The gunslinging ensign couldn't scream out in pain, all he could do was painfully gasp for air that wasn't coming into his lungs. Kazuma stared down at him, not caring for the widening eyes of fear. He wasn't going to taunt him on how weak he was for such a reaction, Kazuma been on the recieving end of this. Was it really worth killing such a man, he thought about it for a moment. He already killed two already, one was immbolize for the time being...maybe he would let this one slide one on continution. "Hey...got a cigarette?" asked the man nonchalantly. He awaited for an answer, but instead he recieved painful weeping from the ensign as the blood was coming out of the wound at a faster rate. Kazuma sighed, it was sad that he didn't have any on him, oh well; using Zionga once more lightning blasted right out of the body ending the ensign's life. Dropping it like garbage Kazuma continued along, he moved up towards the swordsman ensign getting back up, shouting something about "Your not getting away with this! I swear I'll" "Oh Shut. Up!" yelled out while blasting Agilao to his face burning it to a crisp. He stood still for a moment, feeling relief of the bloodshed he just committed. How he loved being on the battlefield doing what he loved to do, now if only he had a cigarette. Maybe he'll find one along the way, and if he's lucky a better opponent to fight.
"Ah s**t Nig! Watch out fo that punk a** behind you!" Why now of all times did he decide to show up now of all times when Shaka was already in the midst of battle? It was completely out of the blue that he was in this situation. It just started off with him taking a little stroll through the omninous night brought by the Dark Hour, with one of his self made 100% pure tobbacco cigarettes in his mouth and smoking away letting it orbit around his huge Afro like a ring to a planet. He felt lost, totally lost; no sign of Cesc, no Alex, No Ray, No Liz; Shaka was all alone in this ruined city. This place was unknown to him, yet he felt like he was back on the field of Africa. The Destruction, the chaos, reminded him so much of home. Running through the land bringing his dominent reign upon other tribes and leaving behind a path of complete annihilation and drenched in a sea of blood. That would be Shaka having a good day, but now in this new battlefield the Afro Samurai couldn't help but wonder, what cause this mayhem. Beside Shaka was his usual old as dirt looking, white afro ninja gear demon hallucination, Ninja Ninja.
"Shiiiit man, look where we are now! How in the hell did we get here in the first damn place!" Ranted out a peeved old crune as he smoked down on one of his own cigarettes. Shaka merely continue his walk with that same grimful expression, it was best to keep ignoring the fiend, he would be gone soon...hopefully. The old man looked up at him wiht that sly toothy grin, "Ah I get it, Tryin' to ignore me again dawg? When will ya learn, you ain't nevah gonna get rid of me homie!" his laughter bursted outwards filling his ears, and his ears only. It was suprising how long the Zulu descendent could go on knowing that only he could hear this thing, and see it; but currently he was more focused on other matters at hand. He slowly stopped in his tracks looking outwards at four ensigns, with the outrage look on the faces upon seeing the tall black man he figured that they knew who he was during the siege. Ninja Ninja stared at them for a moment, dropping his cigarette with much dismay "........AH GOT DAMMIT!!!!" Two drew swords, one merely had metal gauntlets to use in this fight. Did they....really believe that they could take on the embodiment of wrath with such few numbers? Apparently they thought so as one of the sword wielding ensign came in with a slash, "Fool..." He took the sword by the sheath and used it as a shield for the sword, the clanking and screeching of the blade struggling to get through was futile. Shaka pushed forward to break the struggle, quickly jumping up he kicked the man straight in the face driving his large two large rectangular blocks on his sandle straight into it, breaking the nose and teeth completely.
The man stumbled back holding his face as blood dripped down from it. Shaka merely stood there, irked by the fact that this was all the man had in terms of fighitng, reduced to fighitng shrimps...pests! The expression on his face grew grimmer showing a calm rage. The second ensign sword wielder, a woman, rushes towards Shaka trying to take the absolute offensive. She way of attacking was indeed a eloquent thing, a quick diagonal slash then a quick pause to re-adjust her form in less than a second and come out with another, a continous motion each slash going faster and faster. Even when Shaka was hopping back step by step using his sheath to continously dodge, it was getting way to close. She stepped in with a thrust of her sword ready to pierce the Afro man's heart, but instead her sword went straight through his big ball of hair once he ducked down. Moving in close he jammed the handle of his sword into her diaphragm. She collaspsed onto the ground gasping violently for air and coughing madly. The old man was off to the side doing a little jig as he watch his host taken on these ensign nobodies, "That a boy, Show them Fools how we do it Dawg! Yeahhhhh boiii!!" He would tell him to shut up right about now, but he was pretty occupied at the moment, "Ah s**t Nig! Watch out fo that punk a** behind you!" The man with the fist of fury came down from behind with a over head smash of his fist to his skull. The man's head bopped forward and stumbled a minor bit, swinging around the Ensign continued a brawling style onslaught of punches, uppercuts, jabs, crosses all them thrown wildly at Shaka. He stood his ground and bopped his body in various directions in order to evade the punches, reckless; too reckless. He wasn't even making a hit, but he kept on going tiring himself out and wearing Shaka's patience...".....enough!" A punch from the man's right fist was going towards shaka face, but in a lightning fast slash of his sword the fist was flying out in the other direction. The brawler let out a scream of pain, pratically taking all of his breath away as he fell to the ground, motionless due to shock.
Shaka loom over the man not knowing whether or not he was dead, but in order to make sure he drove his sword into his chest. "No...mercy" Just as he ended one ensign, the female sword wielding got up from the ground, still having trouble breathing, the swordsman stepped in nose running like a faucet still. "Oh you think you can take my boy on with yo candy asses? I think not. Allow me to tell ya'll how its gonna go down...you mr. look at me I wield a sword punk is gonna get that thing shoved in a wrong place....and you lil missy...play ya cards right and you and me could hook up later on And UH, double up UH UH!"the old fiend was using some pelvic thrusts to get his point across, but when he looked at Shaka to brag some more the man was already running away. "HEY! Get your Black Burned asss Back over here! Do you hear me Punk?! I SAID GET BACK!" Though Shaka, as usual was not going to listen. He started to dash away for reasons left to be explain later on, but one thing was expected the Ensigns gave chase. Soon he was stuck in between the two in a speed chase battle, seeing how it wa snow two against one Shaka hold his sword in one hand and the sheath in the other. Both of them came in with a slash to his sides, the agile African front flipped over them and continued his run. The man on the right came down and leaped in for a overhead swing of his sword only to have it clash intensely with Shaka's. The screech of the metal sliding together made sparks fly out, Shaka jumped and twisted his body with a hard kick to the face causing the ensign to fly back crashing and rolling on the rubble harshly. To The Tribe leader surprise the swordsman manage to get back on his feet when rolling and continue to press forward. The woman came in closer with a quick horizontal slash which Shaka parried with the sheath, with his word he gave a quick thrust to her face. The woman pulled back only to get cut to the side of her right eye.
This was getting tiresome, but it was going to be over soon. There was a building up ahead, Shaka's destination; though it was pretty much on the verge of collapsing Shaka found it more than suitable. He leaped in through the broken window while the Ensigns made they're way in though the door. It was dark, pitch black dark, The only thing that was visible were the green lighting of the Dark hour going through the window and even that wasn't enough. The Ensigns went back to back, not wanting to seperate from eachother feeling like that would mean instant death. Their breathing quicken there was no sound being heard, just the dead cold silent. Mouse squeak and scurried causing the female to lash out in paranoia, she only hit the air much to her growing fustration. Where was the Zulu, he wasn't in front of them, and definately not behind them. He was up above them hanging from the sealing, peering down at the two like a hawk to their prey. Still as a statue, Silent as a corpse, he continued to watch them until they're limbs were shaking, sweat rolling down their faces; panting full of fright. When the time was right he leaped down, Screams filled the building and followed by series of slash movements with the sword and then....nothing. Shaka walked out of the building with blood dripping from his sword, more of it splattered across his face and shirt; and still that same grimful expression was there. Ninja Ninja walked out of the building leaning against the entrance, looking paler than his usual black skin color "s**t man...I didn't think you would...her head was...and his eyes were...and the jaws were just...agh and the pile.... I think I'm gonna throw up.." as the old man was barfing up chunks Shaka throw a almighty spell, Megidola, towards the building. The blast caused everything to crumble down into a pile of dust and ruin. A fitting grave to worthless opponents. With a swing of his sword the blood came right off, sheathing it he continued to venture on in search for the other orochi.
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Posted: Wed Feb 02, 2011 11:11 am
Golden Alliance - General's Order! General Serph Sheffield - Port Island Embryon Branch
* * * * * * * * * * "If you're [Kisa] offering, I'll take any help I can get. Thanks!" ... "Zeo Kirijo, over in the [Ruined Shrine] to the [South]...stop that blond [Kazuma] tearing up our flank! And I need someone else to cover the [Northern Flank] near those [Falling Towers]! Somebody with [Speed] who can handle a [Blade] needs to stop that swordsman [Shaka] before he takes out any more of my Ensigns!"
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"Now then, Kuzunoha [Kai]! Push through that gap between the [Shrine] and the [Coffee Shop], Yamakiji, you're in the gap between the [Coffee Shop] and the [Falling Towers]! Try to find a weak spot in their defensive line. If I know Heat, he's just going to keep pouring on the pressure until we break...so if we don't attack while we defend, we're not getting anywhere near that [Anomaly]! You're the [Tip of the Spear]! I'm counting on you!"
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Posted: Wed Feb 02, 2011 11:27 am
Shadow Force - General's Order!  General Heat O'Brien - A.o.N. Recovery Team, Squad Leader
* * * * * * * * * * "Tch, you think that just by covering your bases and meeting us head-on you can stop me?! As always, Serph, you place too much faith in your stupid plans and your pawns. When will you get it through your head that only the strongest can win!?
...You two! The Freak [Bour Ying] and The Poet [Genesis Rhapsodos]! Follow the Juicer [Tawara] and use his distraction to push straight for their Leader [Serph], then take him down. Crush anybody in your path! Everyone else, on me...we're not just going to win this battle, but we're going to crush their will to fight here and now!
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I'll prove that I was always the strongest between us, Serph. That I was the one that Sera should have chosen...the one worthy to protect her!
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Posted: Wed Feb 02, 2011 11:42 am
KisaFrom one fierce conflict to the next... maybe that was the way it was supposed to be for somebody like her. After all, she knew better than most the way that power could call to power. And this one was really calling her... with a curt movement, the girl began to slip through the battlefield, heading to the [Coffee Shop] area that seemed to be the point of their battle line. The closer she could get to that call, the better, and the man calling orders didn't seem to have decided she needed to be anywhere in particular... so she might as well reinforce the front unless asked to do something else, right? Even as the girl moved, she carefully cast a Tetraja on herself, then began swallowing Magatama to give her the kind of skillset she wanted to have for this combat. A bit of this, a bit of that... she could always adjust later if it proved necessary.  Bour 'The Snake' Ying
"Ah think ah can do that." an armored, muscled man said with his usual drawl as he hefted his sword onto his shoulder and strolled after Tawara. That girl had too good of a guardian in the Lion King at the moment, so he needed something to eliminate that enormous furball from the picture. A new source of power, enough to crush that man so he could take what was rightfully his! Ohh, he could remember it now... the smoothness of her skin, the warmth of her breath, that wonderful smell of absolute terror leaking out of her pores, of knowing that he was going to break her and make her his own, to shatter her mind piece by piece until there was nothing left, and all she could think of was him. That was going to be such a glorious day! And in the meantime, he could have a little fun with something else, with finding and crushing others until he finally obtained the power that belonged to him!
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Posted: Wed Feb 02, 2011 1:19 pm
"This is is BK-201, I'll take control of the situation at the coffee shop. You just make sure to turn the tide when you see an opening." The opaque white mask was no longer so pristine, red blotches dotting it in a substances thicker than water, dark coagulated filth having gathered from the ongoing bits of battle. To say that his black clothing seeped in more than it's fair share of the same liquid would be an understatement, and only the already bleak, drab color hid the results of the many battles he'd already undertaken while striking at the leading forces of the Shadow Force, the stains likely never to remove, the smell seeped into every fiber of the incredibly durable cloth. "Target Tawara Bunshichi sighted." He whispered into the microphone hidden beneath the sneering mask, standing on top of the fallen coffee shop with a downward view of where the soldiers fighting Tawara had just died. Working on reconnaissance had put The Black Reaper behind enemy lines, so with Tawara facing the oncoming Golden Alliance he'd slipped by in no time, but now it seemed his specialties were necessary right here, where the biggest confrontation of the reinforcements so far was currently taking place.
"Hold it right there." The blood soaked man stepped over the edge, casting his arm to the side as the wire wrapped around an outcropped piece of broken building, allowing him to swing down and land with padded precision at the bottom of the building, a dozen feet or so between he and Tawara as he announced his arrival in an authoritative fashion. "You're not going anywhere." He said calmly but firmly, perhaps lacking the punctuation of a demand, but on the other hand...having absolute confidence in the words. A black and red glow fulminated around the man, an aura that matched the ominous clothing he wore and the dark red blotches, the waves emanating around Tawara and the area with a dangerous killing intent mixed into it all. The Irony of Tower was the hubris of man, to obtain everything they had envisioned at the expense of what they had, and the cost was too dear...and that fact was not only reflected in the eyes hidden behind the mask, which no one could now see, but also in the power that now protruded from his body, affecting everyone in the Coffee Shop's area.
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Posted: Wed Feb 02, 2011 2:04 pm
Kai "Geirin" Kuzunoha
"Tch, so much for infiltrating their base. Kyouji's missing in action, so that was my best chance at a rescue." Kai cursed, heading towards the center of the area. He'd already released Suzaku and Byakko, the heavenly bird soaring through the skies to keep a bird's eye view on the battlefield, too far above to be easily shot down before Kai himself could return the attacking favor, while the tiger skulked through the dilapidated buildings and crushed rubble, easily staying below eye sight. Even those who saw the phoenix couldn't use it to simply locate him, it's flight pattern panning over as much of the battlefield as it could to provide up to date information for the time being, while Kai moved towards the coffee shop, but slowly just like his hidden feline servant, making sure he wouldn't be easily jumped. The element of surprise was often the ultimate weapon in battle, and even though he and Kisa were on duty near the coffee shop together, he was only following her movements at range, offering to move the moment she encountered trouble. But only tactfully, as he didn't have the endurance that was unique to a demon's body, instead waiting for his opportunity to strike, just like the keen point of a spear.
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Posted: Wed Feb 02, 2011 2:15 pm
 Eiji "Gin" Mishima
"This is what I was recruited to do? I couldn't even imagine." Gin admitted honestly, looking around the war torn situation. This was nothing like what he'd imagined when he was asked to help people and to safeguard the people he loved, and as the only person without any experience in this so far, he wasn't sure what to do. In the end, he'd even been forced to miss the first battle with Strega, and with that he had failed to be informed of what they were really doing by Akihiko Sanada and the others. After that, the only time he'd met them was after he finally arrived in Inaba, and had been ready to move to his new home...only for that same Akihiko Sanada to show up again, and ask for his assistance. But on this battlefield, he couldn't keep track of the athletic cop's actions and he had quickly gotten lost, now drifting near Serph Sheffield's location while hoping a bit aimlessly to find the mentor who'd originally brought him in to this situation. There had to be something he could do to improve their chances, but he felt so limited standing amidst a city's rubble. "I'll-" He began for a second, before shaking his head and raising his hand to the earpiece again, forcing his nerves to be shaken once and for all."I'll do what I can. I might not be that strong, but I promise if I can help it, I'll make sure to avoid letting anyone die here today. Serph, I hate to admit it but...I don't know enough about the situation to say something like 'I'll give orders' or 'Follow me' right now. You just give commands and I'll fight, until I can get back on my feet again." The new Yasogami High student knew he was probably talking a bit too much all of a sudden, while acknowledging that in this situation he had no leading potential. At the same time though, he knew the day would come when he could be the one helping to give orders and protect lives on his own, and he wanted to convey both of those feelings, even if it took some time. Of course, maybe the silver haired General was the wrong person to be conveying those thoughts too, but despite all the bravado, Gin had to admit that he was still pretty nervous.
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Posted: Wed Feb 02, 2011 2:30 pm
"He's right. I. won't let you. get. away. with...this..." Zeo said through halting gasping breaths, running up on the scene only a moment too late to do anything about it, a thought that inflicted plenty of pain on his mind by itself. If he had known Kazuma was here, he could have gotten to the scene faster and made sure that his failures as a brother came to an end, but unfortunately he'd only been notified by Serph, and that was too little too late for the guys laying in front of him. "What would Minori think if she saw you right now? You don't have the right to call yourself her brother! I'll drag you back kicking and screaming, and break your legs if you want to be obstinate, just so you'll get down on your knees and beg for her forgiveness!" Zeo said, clenching his hand into a tight fist, standing on top of a broken three by three piece of wall, laying on top of a pile of rubble, giving him the high ground on Kazuma at the moment as he looked down at him with a look of shame, disappointment, and complete and utter determination to stop him this time. "But that still won't be enough! After that I'll drag you to every mother and daughter whose husband or son you've taken away, and let them take it out of you in any way they please!" Zeo said, gritting his teeth as he gave Kazuma a sharp glare, one to match the evil red eyes he was looking into. "And then we'll see if I don't take a piece or two out of you myself, for everything you've done. Then maybe you can start your life anew in a cell. How does that sound, big man?" A few shouts from behind Kazuma signaled the arrival of one of his men, but before he could react Zeo stomped on the ground, smashing the makeshift ground and forcing up a piece of concrete which Zeo caught and threw with a frisbe-like snap of his arm, hurling it and hitting the man in the stomach with the crushing weight, instantly taking some of Kazuma's own men out of the battle, incapacitated for the time being. "I'll show everything...everything that a REAL man can become!"
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Posted: Wed Feb 02, 2011 3:19 pm
Crixus Akumu
The Order of Messiah ♚---♔---♚---♔---♚---♔---♚---♔---♚---♔---♚---♔---♚---♔---♚--- As Crixus casually walked onto the battlefield, his expression mimicked that of his current movements, careless. He casually walked in between gunfire, explosions, and straight out brawls as if he were some type of super hero. It wasn't that he was invincible, it was just that he was really hard to kill as a wound would not remain long enough to kill him. Maybe it was his demon which possessed him that allowed his body to heal much faster than others or maybe it was just from his own ability. Regardless of how his healing abilities came to be, they were there and they were a perfect match for Crixus. As he continued to walk, allowing his demonic arm to lead him to where this awesome power, that caused two powerful forces to clash over it, was coming from. Crixus suddenly Felt a massive heat cover his entire left side as he turned to see a large mass of fire being hurled at him. Crixus merely closed his eyes a bit as he was hit and thrown into the hood of a mangled car which his flying by then bounced off of, leaving a large dent, and then hitting the ground rolling and finally skidding to a stop. His bloody body laid there as two warriors approached him, one being a woman and the other a man. Each of them had a large persona which hovered above them and they seemed to be in league with seraph, cause if they were not then they would have just attacked an ally. As they looked to see their attack hit they both turned around to leave when suddenly a sigh emerged from Crixus' body as he slowly climbed to his feet, the large burn that should be on his left side reduced to that of a minor discoloration and his bones, which should be shattered, seeming to be in perfect condition. Crixus slowly dusted himself off and wiped the blood away from his face, his body now void of any cuts that could of made said blood. "Good shot" Crixus said as his demonic right arm suddenly ripped from the chest of the woman before they could turn around to react to the sound. Her persona crying out a bit before fading into nothingness. Crixus then carelessly flung the corpse off of his arm and looked at the man who seemed filled with both confusion and anger. Crixus was about to comment on it when he felt a tug at his pants leg. He looked down to see that the woman was still alive, trying to subdue him or something by his pants. This showed her valiant heart and resolve and Crixus respected that but he quickly stopped the tugging by lifting his foot and firmly stomping on the girls head, smashing it into the hard ground, which even cracked from the force of the stomp, and effectively ended the girl's life. He couldn't have any stragglers attacking him from a blind side again. As he directed his attention back towards the man, he was quickly greeted with a sword ripping through his stomach. Crixus gasped a bit and then looked up at the man. The man had a scowl as tears flowed from his eyes, it seemed he loved that girl, so it was only right to allow him to join her. He then stepped forward and head-butted the man, causing him to stumble back, before quickly ripping the sword from his stomach, by the hilt and using the momentum to cleave the man's arm off. As the man cried out, he suddenly got a mouth full of steel as Crixus stuffed the blade into his opened mouth and out the back of his head. Crixus then walked off, holding his bleeding stomach as the man dropped behind him. As the minor discoloration on Crixus' side of his body finally faded, he removed his bloody hand from his stomach to leave only a hole in his shirt and a perfectly secure stomach, as if it had never even be nipped by a butter knife, let alone ran through with a sword. Crixus' arm allowed him to sense that Tawara was nearby, but he did not want to be anywhere near that man when he let his power out because his aura in itself made him feel that his power was not something that you even wanted to be in the general area of, plus, Crixus knew not what side he was on, but Crixus knew that he was a part of Heat O'Brien's forces for now but hopefully he wouldn't have to deal with anymore 'warriors' as his casual walk turned into a casual jog. He could hear clashing in the distance but it didn't matter to him, with all this battling going on and especially with the powerful Tawara drawing allot of attention, Crixus' chances of slipping towards ground zero where even better as he attempted to continue on towards the strange power.
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Posted: Wed Feb 02, 2011 3:42 pm
Blake Nakamura
Blake the Avaricious
Blake walked through the battlefield with his hood drawn over his head, his scar slightly shown, dragging a large scythe across the ground. His clothes, massive blade, and face where covered in blood and his breathing was steady and his face perfectly straight, as if he were content with the situation at hand. He stopped for a moment before flicking the top of a container of pills off with his thumb and then shaking a pill into his mouth before placing the open pill bottle back into his pocket and then zipping the pocket so that the pills wouldn't fall out. These were his suppressants to stop his persona from killing him but it didn't seem to be needed at the moment. Blake just took it so that his persona wouldn't start to act up while he was in a fight and leave him wide open for attack. He didn't really use his persona though, except for when he needs it to cure him from a few pesky side-effects that he might be effected with from enemy attack. He usually just used his large blade to glide through his opponents like a hot knife to butter and then bathed in their blood. He wore a belt around his waist which had a large golden buckle that made it resemble a championship belt from some type of wrestling show. He also had a strange red earring the hung from his left ear which had a tail-like tassel hanging from it.
As Blake walked through the warzone, he heard the cries of about ten men as they charged at him with swords and shields. He then smiled as he quickly lifted his giant scythe up and ran forward into the opponents with a killing intent. As he reached the first one, he swung his mighty scythe at the man who attempted to block with shield, the blade seemed to be someway enchanted as it ripped through the shield and into the torso of the man holding it. Blake had no time to gloat though as he then spun, lifting his scythe and the dead body on it and swinging the both into another target, slamming the man and flinging him and the dead body off to the side. Blake then let off a roar as he cleaved through each of his attackers with his large blade, blood splattering everywhere as, one by one, the fell. Once the men were all unable to battle, some dead, others missing a couple limbs, Blake then went through and checked to see if they were dead and, if they weren't, he would decapitate them and kick the heads into the distance like a soccer ball.
Once his little execution was complete, Blake then sat on a nearby stone, with his scythe at the ready, and awaited his next opponent. "Hopefully the next one will be a little more powerful" Blake said to himself as he patiently waited.
Blake had joined Heat O'Brien's side as one who would slim down the number of enemies as much as he could before continuing onto the power, hopefully nobody would reach it before he was finished with his duties.
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