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 Posted: Tue Nov 01, 2011 10:25 pm
~::The Fated Duel::~
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A destined battle between two fated opponents at a nuclear submarine docking and testing facility located off the southern cost of the old Izu Province. Once within the realm of the old Hojo Clan's domain, it is now one of the most advanced and secretive military facilities under the old Tokyo regime.
Tonight's battle...begins now!
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Posted: Wed Nov 02, 2011 5:19 pm
 Giovanni stood on top of the Nuclear submarine with a wicked grin across his face. The Italian gunslinger of Strega stared down his target with absolute confidence in his ability to win. Under normal circumstances he knew his death would be nearly instant... but he had studied his opponents habits and caught him at his worst. "Naniyori, the Rider of Death... I have long wished to face you. I am ashamed that I cannot bring you down at full force... but I'll get over it." Giovanni casually drew his luger and pointed it at his foe, leveling his sights on him. The gunman squeezed the trigger and sent a round center mass, aiming to kill or cripple his target instantly. He was facing a man one did not want to give time to prepare.
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Posted: Wed Nov 02, 2011 6:03 pm
 Captain Naniyori, Asura of Blood
"Huh, I could have sworn I heard something..." Naniyori said, raising the bottle to his lips for another drink. It was about then that his chest felt on fire though, and he looked down to see if the alcohol had finally gotten to him...but it was some sort of sticky red stuff...and it was running out...holy s**t had he been shot!? "Y-you don't wanna...you don't wanna mess with me, son...you don't...wait, do you have any booze?" Naniyori said, quirking an eyebrow at the other guy as he stood up from his lawn chair on top of the submarine, pointing a finger at the guy. Wait, his hands were empty anyways... well what the hell? What kind of sailor didn't have any booze on him? Screw this, now he was really mad. "Wweeel that'sh it. Iii'm gonna finish this right here, right now. I've got two guns...one for all eight of you." Naniyori said, reaching behind his back and pulling the Heavenly Dawn off of it. Only, that wasn't a gun at all! Let alone two of them? And how the hell was he going to hit all eig-oh, wait, there they had it. Just as the skin began to stitch itself back together due to his regenerative skills, Naniyori sent out a number of slashes in Giovanni's general direction...generally...blades lashing the hull of the submarine open all around them.Quote: Hassuo Tobi: Eight small strikes. >_> It adds up. <_< If he were sober enough to aim 'em right. Secondary Atma Form: 15% regeneration! 8D
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Posted: Wed Nov 02, 2011 6:31 pm
Giovanni De Luca, "That Weird Italian Guy" of Strega
Giovanni leveled his sights once more, taking a brief moment to smile at his small victory. Not many could say they made a Rider of the Apocalypse bleed... he would probably leave out how s**t-faced drunk Naniyori was, but oh the stories he would tell~ The Italian blinked in surprise as his foe revealed a massive sword from his back. "That's not two guns! You lied to me!" He leaped to the side, feeling a slash hit his left arm and drip blood onto the hull. However, a great many of the other slices cut through the hull and one was just large enough for him to slip through. With skills that would make Jack Sparrow jealous (there should be a 'Captain' in there), Giovanni landed on the hull, slid into the cut in the hull and broke his fall by grabbing a random lever. Said lever may or may not have started up the reactor (this sub was designed by a moron <_< don't question it), causing the nuclear submarine to roar to life. Continuing with his insane luck talent, Giovanni fired a round a steel joint on the bulkhead door that Naniyori happened to be standing on, weakening the structure (designed by a moron <_< really weak joints) and sending the so-called Asura of Blood crashing down into the vessel below. Realizing the dangers of fighting in a narrow hallway Giovanni shouted a challenge to the likely dazed and angry Naniyori before racing down the hall in the direction (he hoped) was the kitchen. "Catch me if you can! First one to the kitchen gets all the vodka!" As Giovanni raced down the halls it never occurred to him that it might not have vodka. Russians always had vodka. Fact. This was a Russian nuclear submarine right?... Right?!
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Posted: Wed Nov 02, 2011 6:55 pm
Captain Naniyori, Asura of Blood
"You idiot, there's no vodka. I already DRANK all the vodka." Naniyori said matter of factly, having robbed this submarine much earlier. As he pulled himself up from the dent in the floor, the power continued to grow around Naniyori, black circles becoming more and more common. "You want to play with the big boys, huh!?" Naniyori shouted, his body suddenly growing en masse, as he took on his new Atma Form, a powerful and elegant beast that- what the? F--k, he was stuck! Why did they design these things so damn small? "Raaah, I'll get you! I'll get you man. You just come back here, anywhere near my mouth. Raaaah, damn it!" Naniyori shouted, snapping a few more times before finally dissipating his new form with a roar of anger and chasing after Giovanni. "You can't get away from me! I'll catch you, giant bottle of sake-kun~ Naniyori shouted, clearly mistaking his target for alcohol again as he reached back and grabbed his enormous sword, too big to swing for slashes in the hallway, and instead overhanded it like a spear, sending the weapon in one enormous thrust down the hallway. With it's size, it was probably too big to just dodge, so even if you tried to step to the side in a place this narrow you were getting grazed or sliced up at some point. And it was about that time that the floor underneath the two caved from the pressure of their fight. Like Riev said, this sub was designed by a moron. >_> There's probably a reason it was sitting decommissioned in a port.Quote: Physical attack! (Chucked my sword at you...sorta...it's pretty heavy! And sharp! Don't forget sharp.)
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Posted: Wed Nov 02, 2011 7:28 pm
Giovanni De Luca, "That Weird Italian Guy" of Strega
Giovanni turned his head as he heard Naniyori yelling after him, seeing the Rider trapped in the hallway in his Atma form. He resisted the urge to crack a joke about Naniyori's weight but he changed back too quickly. The floor started to groan and Giovanni turned to brace himself for what he thought was about to happen... fortunately, this allowed him to see a giant ******** sword flying at him like a javelin. "Holy mother of s**t!" Giovanni exclaimed, falling backwards both in shock and from... gravity <_< as the floor gave out. His stumble saved his life as the point of Heavenly Dawn caught his sunglasses and pulled them off his face, leaving a nice gash on his forehead as he tumbled to the floor below. Digging himself from the steel rubble (more like breakaway rubble amirite?) he freed his wounded left arm and grabbed his evoker. Firing the "weapon" against his head, a black female figure burst from the side of his head, pointing its talon-like hands at Naniyori and firing a wide blast of electricity at him and the steel around him. Using this moment to finally clear his legs and make it to his feet, Giovanni looked around to get his bearings. It seemed like they were next to a comically small glowing reactor. "What is this? A reactor for ants! It should be at least... three times that size!" He looked over to Naniyori, seeking an echoed sentiment from his opponent. Quote: Mazionga - Medium Elec Damage to All enemies [Medium-level]
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Posted: Wed Nov 02, 2011 7:53 pm
 "Hold it right there." A voice shouted from behind Giovanni, the sound of a gun clicking catching attention in an instant. While Naniyori was busy down the hall getting hit by electricity and grumbling about a hangover or something, this guy had run up from behind and now had a gun aimed straight down the hall at both of them. Despite the situation he still had a cool demeanor, and from his uniform's many decorations it was easy to see that he was a high level sailor, a man who kept his head even in the worst situations. He was aged, but that only showed that he'd seen enough struggles to know that sometimes you had to hold the line. "Do you civilians even know what you're doing? This is an American nuclear submarine, built to run on an extremely inefficient reactor, all of which was designed by me, Admiral Charles Widmore." The man said, explaining just what all those shiny metals meant. The fact that they'd decided to crash his jurisdiction, even though the sailors were clearly from a western culture, meant these naive delinquents knew that they were starting an international incident. If he got word back to America about this trash, then they'd finally get an opportunity to swoop in and deal with these island bottom feeders, and set Japan right with some good old fashion modern American culture. Before that though, he had to make sure they didn't get all of them killed, and at this rate the entire city was in danger because of the shenanigans of these two idiotic 'warriors'.
"Inside of this tiny reactor is enough high grade uranium to blow away an entire city, the countryside, and pollute the whole area for the next ten thousand years, and you're using tasers and guns in here? Clearly you're not very smart, or you'd realize one wrong move and we're all going to be surviving one long a** nuclear winter...well not on my watch." The Admiral said, cocking his gun at Giovanni without any more hesitation, a grim look on his face that showed the Admiral would do what needed to be done. Just as his eyes narrowed and the nerves seemed to making that short transfer between his mind and trigger finger though, there was a sudden and loud grown, and all of the sudden the side of the hull burst open. They were three decks down, and still the hull was torn wide suddenly by gaping jaws that caught the man in between rows of razor sharp teeth, and smashed through the other side of the submarine just as easily, the two gaping holes causing water to gush in at unbelievable rates nearly instantaneously. The whole submarine let out a loud groan as it's stern began to sink immediately, the bow lifting into the air and out of the water, as the fate of this nuclear Chinese vessel became clear at once; whatever glory this vessel might have once had, the U.S.S.R. Dullahan was now going under, do to an enormous, ferocious, otherworldly, lightsaber wielding (how do you think it sliced through the hull so easily?) Sewer Gator. "No...nooo..." Naniyori responded with disbelief as water quickly piled up to his knees in a matter of seconds, even as the drunkard dropped to his knees, letting the water splash around his chest. His entire body shook with anger, and the green haired warrior's eyes nearly rolled into the back of his head as he looked up towards the heavens, raising clenched fists with grit teeth towards whatever creature might have been listening. "GGGGGAAAAAAAAAATTTTTOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!" As the water lapped up around his head the screams were muffled, and eventually the entire room was filled to the top, a good sign that Giovanni needed to get out of the submarine or finish the battle drowning, the green haired man clearly too troubled (or too plastered drunk) to realize that imitating one of Shatner's finest moments was not the thing he should be doing at the time. Quote: Sinking nuclear submarine: Deals non-elemental damage! You've caused an International Incident!
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Posted: Wed Nov 02, 2011 8:20 pm
Giovanni De Luca, "That Weird Italian Guy" of Strega
Giovanni blinked in surprise as sharply dressed military man with a pistol appeared behind him, pointing a gun at the two of them. Caught between two apparent enemies Giovanni shifted his position to point a shoulder at each person. As he listened to this 'Admiral Widmore' (If that is your real name!) he felt himself growing increasingly bored at this explanation. So what if he was on a nuclear submarine? So what if he caused a nuclear fallout the likes that would spawn a game of a similar if not identical name? So what if- Gator. That was a big ******** gator... with... laser swords? "Twice in one day I find myself in a bewilderment..." Giovanni said to himself as he scratched his head in confusion. Although, now was not the time for confusion. The vessel was beginning to fill with water at an alarming rate and he wasn't that great a swimmer. "Why did I ever think this was a good idea!?" The Italian hitman yelled as he began scrambling up the rubble, eventually finding himself swimming out of the ship. Along the way he came across his sunglasses (which he naturally slipped back onto his face despite their broken nature). A few moments after the entire vessel went under, Giovanni burst from the surface of the water next to a rescue ladder in the cut-out dock. He climbed back up to the top and began shaking the water off and drying his pistol. "Umm... got him?"
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Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2011 3:40 pm
Captain Naniyori, Asura of Blood
Gurgle gurgle gurgle. It took moments, but slowly the tip of the submarine lurched downwards, sinking into the waters until it at last sunk. It would be difficult now for anyone to reach the reactor now, so if any harm came to it the nuclear cells couldn't be cooled by anything external...as long as it was under water at least. It was around the time that Giovanni was turning around and shaking off water, dripping wet as he flicked water from his gun repeatedly, that a bubble began to return to the still surface though. Still waters run deep. Then, as the bubbling increased, a shadow appeared, and finally burst out from the water, breathing heavy as he put an arm around the dock's ladder. "You...freaakiing...BLOONDDIIEEE...you better prepare yourself, because WINTER IS COMING!!!" Naniyori shouted, rage filling his voice as his black eyes with bloodshot red veins strained themselves, bellowing hot fire at his enemy. His arms strained themselves as he ripped from the water the dead husk of a submarine, hoisting it over his head in an impossible feat; one that could only be done by a being of pure demonic possession, like himself. He had been born with the strength of a God, and the fury of a Demon, and with the wrath of another filling his world Naniyori thrust the submarine over his shoulder and at Giovanni, even as the dock crushed under his feet and broke apart, sinking into the ocean. But the deed was done, and there was a freaking SUBMARINE flying at Giovanni...nuclear, with a reactor that was totally going boom. = w= Boom. Quote: Physical? Nuclear? Submarine type damage, at any rate. 8D
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