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With the weather now officially in spring, even though it felt like summer some days, it meant he needed to step up with refilling, checking, fixing, and adding new medical packs throughout the city since the warmer weather inevitably meant that more people were out and about. The added civilian traffic would inevitably lead to more negaverse activity which of course would have more order fighters out as well. Ah, the great circle of life that was the city of Destiny City. So with that in mind and armed with a backpack full of supplies, as well as a few ready kits, Tortuga took to the streets.
“Three roofs over, under the ac unit,” The redhead muttered as he hopped to another roof, working his way to his next ‘target’. It didn’t take him long to make it at all and even less for him to retrieve the old kit. The page settled against the ac unit, his bag next to him, as he started to unpack the small black pack and lay it out on the asphalt rooftop. He needed to check the condition of the bag as well as its contents before repacking it and hiding it once more.
“Three roofs over, under the ac unit,” The redhead muttered as he hopped to another roof, working his way to his next ‘target’. It didn’t take him long to make it at all and even less for him to retrieve the old kit. The page settled against the ac unit, his bag next to him, as he started to unpack the small black pack and lay it out on the asphalt rooftop. He needed to check the condition of the bag as well as its contents before repacking it and hiding it once more.
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Wither felt the other coming, heading straight for him. He turned from where he sat on the rooftop waiting for Strengite to finish her latest escapade. Looking over his shoulder he wasn’t too shocked to see a page sitting on the rooftop across from him. He turned getting up and hopping over to the next roof and walking over with an amused look on his face.
“Look what we have here, baby magic slinger and he comes bearing gifts for his own funeral. How fiting?”
He crossed his arms looking expectantly at the page, “what a pity, you've opened it for me … how uncouth.”
“Look what we have here, baby magic slinger and he comes bearing gifts for his own funeral. How fiting?”
He crossed his arms looking expectantly at the page, “what a pity, you've opened it for me … how uncouth.”
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Tortuga glanced up at the voice, mentally wincing when he realized that hadn’t been paying attention to the whole powered aura thing again, only to snort at the snarky captain who was standing there. “It's a first aid kit. Even a dilettante like you should have figured that out.” Provoking a stronger member of the magical nuisances of the city wasn’t the best bet but the comments of the other kind of rubbed the redheaded healer the wrong way. He wasn’t doing anything to this a*****e, he was minding his own business when this captain sauntered up and started to get smarmy.
“Look dude do you want something or are you just going to annoy me while I do this?” It had been a long night and Tortuga was looking forward to heading home after he finished this last bag. He had a feeling this wasn’t going to end peacefully but he hadn’t been training for the last few years for nothing. Something this nega would learn the hard way.
“Look dude do you want something or are you just going to annoy me while I do this?” It had been a long night and Tortuga was looking forward to heading home after he finished this last bag. He had a feeling this wasn’t going to end peacefully but he hadn’t been training for the last few years for nothing. Something this nega would learn the hard way.
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Wither arched a brow at the page and chuckled, “ooooo, someone is brave. How intriguing!” He watched as the idiot continued working as though he wasn't staring death in the face. He grinned before reaching down and grabbing the page up by the collar.
“Such big words and so brave for one so clearly very stupid.” He tossed the page to the side and stalked forward rearing for a fight. “That's not a good way to be baby magic slinger. Which is fine I suppose … I have a quota to meet and stupid is a good way for you to be for me. To kill you that is …”
“Such big words and so brave for one so clearly very stupid.” He tossed the page to the side and stalked forward rearing for a fight. “That's not a good way to be baby magic slinger. Which is fine I suppose … I have a quota to meet and stupid is a good way for you to be for me. To kill you that is …”
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Tortuga had kept a half eye on the captain as he started to gather the small kit back together. He really didn’t expect this particular meeting to end quietly or without blows exchanged but he didn’t expect to be hauled up by his shirt and physically tossed like a ragdoll. The captain was shorter than him, had less body mass than him, but still chucked him like he was nothing more than a pillow. Lucky for Tortuga he was use to being tossed around by someone smaller than him so he didn’t take any damage as tumbled across the rooftop. He came to a stop only slightly dizzy, his cousin would toss him a lot harder so it didn’t take him long to focus back on the captain.
“Not that easy kill, not that stupid.” He climbed to his feet and prepared for the scuffle that was rather inevitable at this point. Why couldn’t he have just one night without having to deal with assholes?
“Not that easy kill, not that stupid.” He climbed to his feet and prepared for the scuffle that was rather inevitable at this point. Why couldn’t he have just one night without having to deal with assholes?
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Witherite laughed and teleported behind the page lifted a foot to kick him square in the back. “Is that so, guess we will find out. I like a challenge though.”
He shuffled around to kick the page, he doubted the other was weak. He looked strong, but Ryan didn’t care. He intended to drain the page a bit and take his starseed. “You’re a deadman baby magic slinger.”
He chuckled grinning as he swung his foot at the page.
He shuffled around to kick the page, he doubted the other was weak. He looked strong, but Ryan didn’t care. He intended to drain the page a bit and take his starseed. “You’re a deadman baby magic slinger.”
He chuckled grinning as he swung his foot at the page.
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Tortuga forgot that negaversers could teleport but he remembered real fast when the smarmy captain popped behind him and promptly shoved his foot in the redhead’s back, sending him sprawling to the asphalt rooftop. The little ******** was pissing Tortuga off! First he interrupted him when he was nearly done for the night, then he insulted him for no goddamn reason, and now he is kicking him around like a ******** soccer ball. What. The. Hell!
Lucky for the page he had been training against someone who liked to use their legs in fights. She was a lot better at it then this chump too. Tortuga didn’t find it hard to roll away from the second kick. He even twisted around enough to lash out with his own kick, going for a sideswipe of the captain’s legs in an attempt to make the b*****d eat asphalt, before getting back up since being on the ground was a dangerous position for any fighter.
Lucky for the page he had been training against someone who liked to use their legs in fights. She was a lot better at it then this chump too. Tortuga didn’t find it hard to roll away from the second kick. He even twisted around enough to lash out with his own kick, going for a sideswipe of the captain’s legs in an attempt to make the b*****d eat asphalt, before getting back up since being on the ground was a dangerous position for any fighter.
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Wither frowned when the page dodged his second kick, but smirked jumping to avoid the sideswipe. “Well I’ll be, the little page might actually be able to fight. Alrighty then page, shall we then. Just this once I’ll be a gentleman … ladies first Annie.”
He summoned his weapon still as ridiculous as ever but at least more useful than the plastic wrench.
“Show me what you got baby magic slinger.”
He summoned his weapon still as ridiculous as ever but at least more useful than the plastic wrench.
“Show me what you got baby magic slinger.”
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Tortuga eyed the captain wearily, only raising a brow at the weapon the nega summoned, completely ignoring the ‘Annie’ name. He had heard worse insults from his coworkers so he mentally shrugged it off and focused on the task at hand, kicking this guys a**. He needed to be careful of the weapon, the giant fork might have looked ridiculous but that didn’t mean it couldn’t be deadly, but he wasn’t too worried about his own fighting skills.
Keeping his training in mind the page went on the attack. His first strike was a punch towards the smarmy b*****d’s liver, more or less a feint as he used his bigger body to hide his real attack… a knee to the jewels. One thing he learned in bar brawls and training with his family, fight dirty. End it quickly and decisively because even the best fighter can get worn down over time.
Keeping his training in mind the page went on the attack. His first strike was a punch towards the smarmy b*****d’s liver, more or less a feint as he used his bigger body to hide his real attack… a knee to the jewels. One thing he learned in bar brawls and training with his family, fight dirty. End it quickly and decisively because even the best fighter can get worn down over time.
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Wither dodged the strike to his kidneys spinning out of the way. He almost spun right into the page’s knee, being grazed as he stumbles backwards, his reflexes faster after almost two years now training in kickboxing.
His eyes narrowed at the page not at all amused by the move. He was however intrigued as the page had opted to play dirty right out.
“Mmmmhh maybe you won’t die tonight,” he said as he swung his weapon like a bat aiming to hit the page in the side with the heavy metal fork. His actions certainly didn’t align with his words but just because he might not kill the page didn’t mean he wouldn’t hurt him. Make his pay for trying to kick him in the d**k.
His eyes narrowed at the page not at all amused by the move. He was however intrigued as the page had opted to play dirty right out.
“Mmmmhh maybe you won’t die tonight,” he said as he swung his weapon like a bat aiming to hit the page in the side with the heavy metal fork. His actions certainly didn’t align with his words but just because he might not kill the page didn’t mean he wouldn’t hurt him. Make his pay for trying to kick him in the d**k.
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Tortuga kept his annoyance at the failed attack to himself, keeping a blank look on his face deliberately. He had found it easier to rile up his opponents by not reacting to their trash talk and easier to unnerve them by not showing any emotion. At least in a normal fight. Training with his family didn’t really produce the same reactions, he still ended up getting his a** kicked for the most part.
The nega was fast but so was the page, just not quite as fast. He was able to dodge most of the swing of the giant fork, just the tines of the metal weapon brushed his torso. Catching and tearing at his shirt, scraping the toned skin underneath. No real damage done but as Tortuga stepped further out of range the scrapes beaded with blood. Even if it was a insignificant wound first blood went to the captain, the redhead was determined to not let it happen again.
The page went on the attack once again, his long leg lashing out in a kick towards the captain’s side, echoing the move the negaverser had just tried with his weapon. The nega had a bit more range with the fork but Tortuga had a longer reach.
The nega was fast but so was the page, just not quite as fast. He was able to dodge most of the swing of the giant fork, just the tines of the metal weapon brushed his torso. Catching and tearing at his shirt, scraping the toned skin underneath. No real damage done but as Tortuga stepped further out of range the scrapes beaded with blood. Even if it was a insignificant wound first blood went to the captain, the redhead was determined to not let it happen again.
The page went on the attack once again, his long leg lashing out in a kick towards the captain’s side, echoing the move the negaverser had just tried with his weapon. The nega had a bit more range with the fork but Tortuga had a longer reach.
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Wither frowned at he barely made his mark, rather irritated with the stupid page. “Someone’s had a little training”, he growled gripping his weapon tighter.
He saw the leg coming but decided not to dodge, letting the leg collide hard with his side laughing even as he grunted and started to stumble. He grabbed onto the pages calf so he wouldn’t be thrown and launches his weapon right into the man's fleshy thigh.
“I’m done playing page … time to die,” he said releasing his grip on the pages leg. He needed to remember to ice that and then maybe catch an extra Muay Thai class so he’d have an excuse as to where the new bruise he as sure to have.
He saw the leg coming but decided not to dodge, letting the leg collide hard with his side laughing even as he grunted and started to stumble. He grabbed onto the pages calf so he wouldn’t be thrown and launches his weapon right into the man's fleshy thigh.
“I’m done playing page … time to die,” he said releasing his grip on the pages leg. He needed to remember to ice that and then maybe catch an extra Muay Thai class so he’d have an excuse as to where the new bruise he as sure to have.
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Tortuga didn’t even get a chance to react to the captain locking his leg against his side before the b*****d drove his giant a** fork into his thigh. The leg capture was enough to throw him off balance slightly but the force and pain of the metal being driven into his flesh was enough to make him want to collapse. Instead he let out a bellow of pain and anger, the sound fading across the city rooftops.
The bellow was quickly followed by a howl when the captain viciously ripped the fork from the flesh he had just sunk it into as he let Tortuga go. Unable to stand on the mangled leg or able to get his good leg to remain upright he collapsed to the rooftop. His mind started to race, cataloging his wound and what he needed to do to stem the blood that was already soaking his pant leg. Pain made it hard to focus but not hard enough for him forget the danger he was in. As one hand pressed on the ragged holes in his thigh the other clawed at his neck, dragging a fine chain out from under his shirt until a small golden whistle was freed. “I won’t be the one to die,” the redhead grinned, pain etched all over his face.
With that quip the page raised the whistle to his lips and blew. He sounded the instrument as long as his lungs let him, the sound piercing the night like nails on a chalkboard. Tortuga could feel shock and blood loss eat at his strength, so when his breath failed him the page just layed there listening to the echo of the whistle fade into the distance. He wasn’t dead yet but he knew he didn’t have much left in him as cold started to crawl into his limbs as his blood continued to leak out. His mind wandering to strange places.
Stitches. He was going to need stitches.
Fi was going to kill him if his own family didn’t do it first.
It was surprisingly chilly out right then.
The bellow was quickly followed by a howl when the captain viciously ripped the fork from the flesh he had just sunk it into as he let Tortuga go. Unable to stand on the mangled leg or able to get his good leg to remain upright he collapsed to the rooftop. His mind started to race, cataloging his wound and what he needed to do to stem the blood that was already soaking his pant leg. Pain made it hard to focus but not hard enough for him forget the danger he was in. As one hand pressed on the ragged holes in his thigh the other clawed at his neck, dragging a fine chain out from under his shirt until a small golden whistle was freed. “I won’t be the one to die,” the redhead grinned, pain etched all over his face.
With that quip the page raised the whistle to his lips and blew. He sounded the instrument as long as his lungs let him, the sound piercing the night like nails on a chalkboard. Tortuga could feel shock and blood loss eat at his strength, so when his breath failed him the page just layed there listening to the echo of the whistle fade into the distance. He wasn’t dead yet but he knew he didn’t have much left in him as cold started to crawl into his limbs as his blood continued to leak out. His mind wandering to strange places.
Stitches. He was going to need stitches.
Fi was going to kill him if his own family didn’t do it first.
It was surprisingly chilly out right then.
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“Oh really … says the one that laid down like a tired dog,” he said stalking over to the page, kicking his injured leg and yanking him to his feet by his fluffy collar. “I’ll be taking your starseed in a moment … thought maybe corruption but your a little too weak to bother with.”
He grinned pulling a some energy from the page to make it even less likely he’d escape or even fight him. His grin was sadist and he was clearly enjoying this, maybe too much.
He watched as the ball of energy grew before pocketing it. He tilted his head and patted the pages chest, “okay … time to die.” He pushed his hand into the page chest to wrap his hand around his starseed.
He grinned pulling a some energy from the page to make it even less likely he’d escape or even fight him. His grin was sadist and he was clearly enjoying this, maybe too much.
He watched as the ball of energy grew before pocketing it. He tilted his head and patted the pages chest, “okay … time to die.” He pushed his hand into the page chest to wrap his hand around his starseed.
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Maia was training in the park with her sister when she heard a long whistle. It wasn’t that loud from this distance. She knew that sound though, she had it blown in her ear during training before … the first time it had surprised the hell out of her and she had been pretty proud of her cousin.
“I think that’s Tortuga … Find Shang,” she shouted pulling out her phone as she ran in the direction of the sound. She just barely feel him and chaos. She pushed herself harder jumping onto a rooftop and sprinting towards the feeling.
“I think that’s Tortuga … Find Shang,” she shouted pulling out her phone as she ran in the direction of the sound. She just barely feel him and chaos. She pushed herself harder jumping onto a rooftop and sprinting towards the feeling.
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The kick drew another yelp of pain, this one not as loud as the previous two, but it did help focus Tortuga. His purple eyes that had been staring up at the sky latched on to the captain, anger and amusement waring in their depths. Being yanked up to his feet had pain shooting up his wounded leg, it was nice to know he could still feel it, and had the redheaded page grimace. “Ha… even dogs bite.” Tortuga’s voice was strained but still defiant. He knew something the captain didn’t know… something the captain would regret not knowing.
“I know something you don’t know,” He said in a sing song voice as the nega slowly drew a ball of energy from him. Between that and the blood loss his head was really starting to swim, blackness was beginning to eat at the edge of his vision. Tortuga knew what was about to happen now, he had it happen before but hadn’t told anyone. It would hurt like the fires of hell a prediction that was proven true as the smarmy b*****d shoved his hand into his chest. The page’s hands reflexively scrambled at the wrist in his chest even as he gasped at the pain rolling through him.
Hurry.
Please hurry.
“I know something you don’t know,” He said in a sing song voice as the nega slowly drew a ball of energy from him. Between that and the blood loss his head was really starting to swim, blackness was beginning to eat at the edge of his vision. Tortuga knew what was about to happen now, he had it happen before but hadn’t told anyone. It would hurt like the fires of hell a prediction that was proven true as the smarmy b*****d shoved his hand into his chest. The page’s hands reflexively scrambled at the wrist in his chest even as he gasped at the pain rolling through him.
Hurry.
Please hurry.
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Wither rolled his eyes, he honestly didn’t care what information the page had. He was just trying to save his skin … he was focused on the starseed.
“Nice try,” he said as he yanked the starseed out and grinned at his prize. He noticed the signature turning just a hare to late as a leg connected hard with his side and launched him off his feet across the roof top and he had an eternal on top of him, pinning him, fist raised and squeezing his wrist demanding the starseed.
He tried to teleport away but the eternal was squeezing his hand so tight it threatened to snap. He released the starseed, letting it tumble to the ground. He watched her grab it and was very surprised when she yanked him off the ground and tossed him right off the roof.
His eyes went wide and he focused all his energy on teleporting.
“Nice try,” he said as he yanked the starseed out and grinned at his prize. He noticed the signature turning just a hare to late as a leg connected hard with his side and launched him off his feet across the roof top and he had an eternal on top of him, pinning him, fist raised and squeezing his wrist demanding the starseed.
He tried to teleport away but the eternal was squeezing his hand so tight it threatened to snap. He released the starseed, letting it tumble to the ground. He watched her grab it and was very surprised when she yanked him off the ground and tossed him right off the roof.
His eyes went wide and he focused all his energy on teleporting.
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She didn’t doubt the captain would simply teleport after she she tossed him. He tried until she almost broke his wrist. She was not going to let him get away with her cousin’s starseed. No sir.
Maia walked over to her cousin, putting his starseed back in and trying to wake him. “Come on Tor, wake up cousin.”
She could feel her brother and sister getting closer.
Maia walked over to her cousin, putting his starseed back in and trying to wake him. “Come on Tor, wake up cousin.”
She could feel her brother and sister getting closer.
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The pain had been excruciating but that all ended when the captain yanked Tortuga’s starseed from his chest. Blackness instantly enveloping him even as his body was knocked free from the nega’s grip. He had no clue that his ‘secret’ had arrived just in time. He didn’t know that his younger cousin was teaching the chaos agent to fly. He didn’t even know that she damn near broke the ******** wrist in the effort to get the crystallized version of his soul back. He didn’t know any of this.
He did however hear his little redheaded valkyrie telling him to wake up.
Purple eyes fluttered open. “Heya cuz. How was training?” He asked wearily, the words mumbled and slightly slurred. Pain flashed through him but even that dulled after a moment. He wasn’t dead… and the nega learned what Tortuga already knew… Never mess with a pissed off Eternal. “Tell Shang, stitches, leg.” Tired, he was so tired. “Sorry.” The page’s eyes drifted shut once again as he let the pain and the blood loss and the energy draining take him back into oblivion.
His last conscious thought was rather simple, and yet so very frightening. She is going to kill me when I wake up.
He did however hear his little redheaded valkyrie telling him to wake up.
Purple eyes fluttered open. “Heya cuz. How was training?” He asked wearily, the words mumbled and slightly slurred. Pain flashed through him but even that dulled after a moment. He wasn’t dead… and the nega learned what Tortuga already knew… Never mess with a pissed off Eternal. “Tell Shang, stitches, leg.” Tired, he was so tired. “Sorry.” The page’s eyes drifted shut once again as he let the pain and the blood loss and the energy draining take him back into oblivion.
His last conscious thought was rather simple, and yet so very frightening. She is going to kill me when I wake up.
