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- takuto tsunashi,
- winters socalo,
- yami bakura,
- yuugi mutou
[OPEN] Mission 157
Characters: Open to participants who signed up here.
Location: Nocturne Bazaar
Rating: Gen.
Time: April 5th.
Description: The battle to destroy the last of the three Madness Emitters is upon us.
It happens early in the morning: a strange and lingering air of disquiet, almost imperceptible even to those trained to recognize it for what it is, quickly rising to a mind-shattering crescendo. On the floating island above the city, black liquid bubbles up from the cracks in the cobblestone streets and materializes into tall, thin, clown-shaped creatures. Oversized carrion birds take wing from the rafters of buildings, trailing dust from their dirty wings. The screams of civilians are clearly heard even from Death City so far down below, waking its citizens up from fitful, nightmare-filled slumbers.
The Witches are here!
It doesn't take long for the defenders to rally: Kid sends out the call to arms and, after admonishing all but the most skilled pairs to stay off the island, instructs those attending Mission 157 to prepare to get on the gondolas which still remain the only way to and from the Bazaar.
The streets are not as packed as they were the past two days, but there is no less commotion. The carnival workers and residents, fleeing from the marauding monsters, clearly have no hand in this deception. In between trying to save their lives, striking down the Black Blood-formed clowns and avoiding the talons of swooping bird familiars, the pairs certainly have their hands full.
At the epicenter of the battle is the yellow-bricked fortune-telling building. Waves of Madness emanate from it with an almost physical force. If you aren't careful, you may run into the black-feathered Witch guarding it…
By the end of the conflict, the island is incapable of supporting its own weight. With the help of volunteers shuttling civilians and fighters alike from the Bazaar to the ground, everyone must race back to the gondolas before the entire rock crashes in the sands.
OOC NOTES.
- The event summary post containing all relevant links is located here.
- Make your own threads, but please indicate in your subject line [CHARACTER(S) | OPEN/CLOSED]
- If you have any further questions, the mod thread on the coordination post is here!
Location: Nocturne Bazaar
Rating: Gen.
Time: April 5th.
Description: The battle to destroy the last of the three Madness Emitters is upon us.
It happens early in the morning: a strange and lingering air of disquiet, almost imperceptible even to those trained to recognize it for what it is, quickly rising to a mind-shattering crescendo. On the floating island above the city, black liquid bubbles up from the cracks in the cobblestone streets and materializes into tall, thin, clown-shaped creatures. Oversized carrion birds take wing from the rafters of buildings, trailing dust from their dirty wings. The screams of civilians are clearly heard even from Death City so far down below, waking its citizens up from fitful, nightmare-filled slumbers.
The Witches are here!
It doesn't take long for the defenders to rally: Kid sends out the call to arms and, after admonishing all but the most skilled pairs to stay off the island, instructs those attending Mission 157 to prepare to get on the gondolas which still remain the only way to and from the Bazaar.
The streets are not as packed as they were the past two days, but there is no less commotion. The carnival workers and residents, fleeing from the marauding monsters, clearly have no hand in this deception. In between trying to save their lives, striking down the Black Blood-formed clowns and avoiding the talons of swooping bird familiars, the pairs certainly have their hands full.
At the epicenter of the battle is the yellow-bricked fortune-telling building. Waves of Madness emanate from it with an almost physical force. If you aren't careful, you may run into the black-feathered Witch guarding it…
By the end of the conflict, the island is incapable of supporting its own weight. With the help of volunteers shuttling civilians and fighters alike from the Bazaar to the ground, everyone must race back to the gondolas before the entire rock crashes in the sands.
OOC NOTES.
- The event summary post containing all relevant links is located here.
- Make your own threads, but please indicate in your subject line [CHARACTER(S) | OPEN/CLOSED]
- If you have any further questions, the mod thread on the coordination post is here!
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Meeting the Weapon's eyes, he smirked. "That's what I like to hear."
Stretching his hand out, he made a beckoning gesture with it. There was something waiting for them right ahead, around the next corner. So why not give it a little surprise in return? "Listen to me and I will make sure that you can tear apart as many as you like."
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And now he had this guy telling him he could have as much to tear apart as he liked. Now that was something he could deal with. As long as he got that then he would be more than happy to oblige. He reached over to grasp the other's hand, disappearing in a flash of light and appearing as the large double-bladed sword form he was so fond of back in his own world.
With Madness driving him, he could only see red as he laughed.
Let's see how many we can tear apart before these other teams can fucking blink!
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He all but purred in their mind-link as he raised the Weapon and took aim. He had already noticed that his Meister ability had several levels in how good it worked and kishin eggs were usually on the bottom line of its effectiveness. But right now it was doing the trick. It was because of the darkness, he figured. He and the madness that had given birth to these monsters consisted of very similar stuff and thanks to that he could sense and home in on them after they had reached a certain level.
Talk about one devil recognizing another.
For a moment he only stood there, stiffly. Then he made a fluid step back, swung the Weapon and send it flying in a fast arc, aiming right for the side of a booth and the two kishin eggs who were hiding behind it. Why do them the favor and run into their ambush if you could just as well turn the game on them?
'Let's show what you can do!!'
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The eggs actually had decent fucking heads on their shoulders as they scattered just in time as he smashed into the booth and turned it into a pile of debris. When he happened to barely scrape the edge of one of the Eggs, he nearly lost it right there. It was like he could taste them. No. He COULD taste them! He knew what their souls tasted like by now. He came swinging back towards Bakura to hopefully be caught in his hand.
Those Eggs didn't stand a chance in hell once they got going.
Now that we tore up their little hiding spot...hehe...you know what to do.
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Catching the returning weapon with his hand, he twisted his hips and sent it flying right again. This time the arc was decidedly lower and counting on the kishin eggs to try and evade their incoming death.
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More...I need more...
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Just be patient and let me set up the game for you to make your move... He could feel the madness and how it was beginning to get the better of Winters already. Stepping past the sorry remains of the place they had wrecked, he kept his senses sharp and honed in for any other potential dangers or victims as his mind busied itself with other things.
It was good that this one wanted to fight rather than to run away. But having him lose himself that quickly in it still wasn't satisfying. Bakura enjoyed the bloodshed as well, but that alone had never been enough for him. There had always been that certain bit of more that he needed, that one special kill that would complete the chase and which this place sadly was missing. It was just like the difference between fighting the Pharaoh when the latter had lost himself to the madness or when he was up and at the strongest of his power. It wasn't the right kind of challenge and ruined the fun of winning it.
Twirling the Weapon idly, the spirit didn't notice that some of those thoughts had started to leak.
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This place was his ticket to the same thing. As he was considering what this plan might be, he thought he heard...something. It wasn't coming from an egg or whatever. Thoughts were not something he would consider his forte because he didn't bother to try reaching out generally when he was in this form. It wasn't like Natsu ever had that much to think about. He already had a feeling that this guy was different. He wasn't satisfied the same way over things like he was with killing. This just kind confirmed it for him. The tingling of bloodlust at the edge of his mind was almost impossible to ignore, but he managed to for a moment.
As long as it's a good kill...I can try and wait for it. Just don't make me wait long. If you need that special kill then do it and make it worth it. I can't hold out for much longer.
He smirked.
Wait too long and it's your head I'll be after.
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Just do it and get over with it? Make it worthwhile? If he would be satisfied with this little he wouldn't have spent 3000 years in a Ring only to continue that life and death battle!
As well as some other things that he needed to take care of.Smirking wryly, he said out loud: "Really now? I'd like to see you try!"Not waiting for an answer, he starter walking down the street, following the faint traces of more creatures of madness that he could feel. Just wait and let me set up the stage. I'll go and find us some BIG ones.
Not that the size of their prey mattered to him, but the stronger ones out to withstand more hits before they died on him. If he couldn't get what really thrilled him he at least wanted the horror of a predator who had just turned victim.
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He never had a damn handle on it to begin with. Sure he didn't want to not have control. It just didn't seem like that big of a deal to bother with that. He WAS a General for a reason. It was getting more difficult to think of himself as that anymore and more of the man that used to be on Death Row. That's what most would think of him.
Gritting his teeth, he tried to keep himself in check. Yes. If he could hold out long enough for these bigger ones then there wouldn't be a problem. Just thinking about it made it impossible for him to speak right now. It wasn't even something HE could explain.
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Not slowing down, he marched past a mirror-maze and towards a place that seemed like the official end of the Bazaar and where the people who usually ran it were having their quarters. Every once in a while a shadow of a disfigured birds crossed the air over them but otherwise the area seemed to be almost boringly empty.
If you can't take the level of miasma of this place let me know.
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Winters had a feeling it was the latter. Nobody really gave a shit if he lost it around here as long as they were not there to suffer the consequences. That was understandable of course. Hell HE wouldn't want to be around himself when he started looking for blood! When his speech was becoming difficult, there had to be a level of madness around he didn't expect.
What was he gonna do about it though? Was he gonna get out of here and leave him lying on the ground? It might be better for him. He went off his rocker the last time he was on a mission with Natsu and tried to kill him and his stupid friends. They still wouldn't let him live that down...not like he gave a shit though.
Just...keep looking for enemies...
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Don't be stupid. As the master of this game it's only natural that I have to be informed about everything that happens within it.
He kept walking ahead, slowing down his steps as they moved slowly but steadily further away from the heat of the fighting. There was still no sign of live - not even of people who had left in panic. It was obvious that there had no battle happened in this place. Bakura licked his lips.
Many or only a few strong ones. What would it be?
I told you that I am looking for a Weapon who's fit to fight the gods. If you can't even withstand this little miasma then you're clearly not as strong as you claim to be.
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Winters was not displeased with this answer. If he found out this asshole had a conscience then he would be shocked as hell over it and would probably walk off. The longer he was here, the more he realized how stupid it was to depend on anybody for emotional support. It always sounded like bullshit anyways.
He scoffed though when he spoke of strength. Who was the one that ended up partnered with somebody that was too much of a wuss and got him injured? If it was Winters, he wouldn't bother accepting going with somebody that would be stupid enough to get the other hurt...even if right now he felt more and more like he wanted to split this guy's skull.
Though it was definitely the madness getting to him, he wasn't sure how much of any of that was his actual feelings at the moment.
It isn't...about strength, dipshit. When you've...killed people the way I...did...this kind of shit...gets to you. You can't...take it? You agreed to partner...with me here, pal.
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Winters was starting to remind him more and more of Malik with his reactions . First big talk and then, when things got really serious, pitifully losing himself to his emotions. His lips curled into a cruel sneer as he briefly entertained the thought of asking if his current Weapon had an evil psycho living in his head as well.
It was unlikely that that was the case. Much more likely they just shared the same kind of brainless killing drive that the thief had never been able to relate to fully, even if most would have considered him a psychopathic killer in his lifetime and beyond as well.
Licking his lips, he stopped in the middle of a small crossroad. Here.
"Are you trying to pick a fight with me?"
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And Winters didn't give a shit whether or not this guy wanted it. He was starting it with that bullshit response about the miasma. It wasn't like he could not tell the asshole himself if he needed to watch his ass. Why would he bother doing that when he should be able to handle that? He growled slightly, his emotions wavering and that drive to kill coming to the surface more and more. He wanted to...no....he needed to kill this guy, so he could shut that mouth of his for good.
What an arrogant piece of work! The former General wondered if he shouldn't have thought this shit through before telling the guy they were partnering up at that training thing. Maybe he was losing his ability to be able to read people enough to know when he should just let them walk by. He had the attitude though to be able to wield him. It was just that his attitude right now was a piece of work.
So what if I...was anyways? I could change...back and kill you...right now!