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Cross Effects: Rebirth (2.0) The RP
Kurogami:
"Ok, then."
Minato without another word drew his sword, Holy Grail Lucifer if one were to care to name it properly.
The five wolves charged all at once; One of them leaping at him before being killed by a thrust through the throat.
The second was slashed in half vertically as it reached him.
The third and fourth froze and were decapitated with a single slash.
Finally the fifth rushed at him from behind only for Minato to plant his blade into the side of it's head without even turning to face it.
The entire exchange took about four seconds.
The reduction in the local pest population concluded, Minato stowed his sword and turned to see that Tokiomi had eliminated his as well.
"Well that was just a little pointless..."
Minato looked thoughtful for just a moment.
"So you said tea, right? I actually have several different teas at home, we could just go there, it isn't far and no werewolf will go within a block of it."
Knick:
--- Quote from: Salto on May 26, 2014, 06:38:20 AM ---With bombs collected into that simple waste basket full of yesterday's half-finished spaghetti, it was already on a collision course to land upon the armed aggressor.
--- End quote ---
As soon as the spheres hit the bottom of the trashcan they cracked and shattered. And from them the antimagic wave in a from of a tempest of red lighting was released in every direction, hellbent to consume all magic in its wake.
And with it the old Spaghetti splattered in all directions.
Mooncake:
The resident blinked in confusion. A wave of bloodlust swept over the area, and his eyes narrowed to golden slits. While the women put herself in front of him, drawing a gigantic gun, the resident simply focused on the figure attacking them. A pulse of red, lightning-like energy shot harmlessly through the woman in front of him, and that was the signal for the resident to move.
He ducked downwards into an inhumanly fast crouch, legs splayed, letting the wave of lightning sweep overhead. Drawing back a hand that curled into a claw, the resident was about to shoot forward underneath the woman's legs, aiming to avoid the bombs that the figure had thrown when another man burst onto the scene. In a single movement, ha had collected all four bombs within a trash can, where the fragile things promptly exploded.
A storm of red lightning was unleashed, causing the resident to spring back with unmatched speed as the waves of energy passed through the other combatants harmlessly. He wasn't fast enough to avoid some of the tendrils, but assumed that he could block them. Instead, as soon as they touched his body, the resident felt pain. Losing his strength, he crashed straight into the wall behind him, cratering it from the speed at which he was moving, and could move at no longer.
The resident's entire body was wracked with painful spasms as he struggled to stand. Even merely attempting to do so consumed more energy then it should have. Through the fog of pain that clouded his mind he noticed that the leaves of the vine on the bookstore were no longer rustling. Something had removed his abilities. There was no other explanation for the leaf's lack of movement, though his body still regenerated with each spasm, being damaged and then healed over and over again.
The resident focused right on the figure. Whatever the red lightning was, it had anti-magical or supernatural properties. As the waves had shot from both the figures sword and bombs, there was not telling what it might be able to use them with next. The resident observed the figure from his position in the cratered wall, summoning the strength to move for one quick burst if needed.
MissingMandible:
Songbird was no longer gasping for breath, yet the pain was unbearable. When he opened his eyes, he found that he could not focus clearly, as if they refuse to stay still long enough to allow clarity. He was able to see movement, however, and saw a small figure darting away.
Like any injured animal, only one thing ran through Songbird's mind: Find shelter! He tried to sit up several times, but the result was always the same. So, Songbird settled on crawling his broken form to a nearby alleyway, leaving a noticeable blood trail in his wake. It was a slow and excruciating trip, but one that had to be made regardless; to be caught like this in the open was a death sentence, especially with the sounds that he could hear in the opposite direction.
Once the giant bird-man got into the relative shelter of the alleyway, he used the building to prop himself up into a sitting position. The pain was so intense that his vision was filled with red. At least now he has the ability to swipe at potential enemies, but that would only hold off the inevitable if worst comes to worst.
Kat:
JoJo
That was clearly something he should not tamper with. The interdimensional transporter, developed by Speedwagon Foundation's professor Walentynowicz, propelled him into destination unknown, breaking afterwards. He was the assistant scientist who was meant to test that device and go on a short trip to Georgia and back to Moscow. As the machine was not of his own making, he did not possess necessary understanding of how to make it work again.
"I guess I will keep the belt, just in case" he sighed. He was pleased though he did not land in a dumpster or something. He ended up in a back alley though, a blessing since probably nobody realized a huge popped out of thin air.
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