Ok everybody, this is going to be a battle royale, but it's not an open invite. If you want in, send me a PM and we'll see. Don't get discouraged if I don't let you in, I don't hate you or anything.
Normal rules apply, but let's keep things funny, ok? The battlefield is a two-leveled food court of a random mall. There are civilians, but they'll most likely run for cover in the first couple of posts...
And oh yeah, I won't be using Acradius for this one.
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The man in the blue jeans, white T-shirt, and black leather biker jacket really enjoyed times like these. For once, he was able to accomplish his mission. Without dying. That was the big thing. Since he was so used to being instantly reincarnated on the Spiritual Plane at the Temple of Shinsei every time he died, he often used that fact to his advantage and did stuff that would surely get him killed. But as long as his mission was accomplished, his life was quite forefit. He adjusted his sunglasses that rested on the top of his head as he paid for his food. Fried Chicken was not a very 'enlightening' cuisine, so he rarely got any of it back at his home away from life.
Fifteen minutes later, he was down to his last piece of chicken. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a business man. But this was no ordinary businessman. Sure, he had the suit, the briefcase, the gold rolex. He also had an asymmetrical mask on that made him look very sinister.
Pointing his final drumstick at the man, Jagger Nebroxah put one foot up on the chair he was sitting in. "Hey, you with the mask! Isn't it a little early for Halloween? Jeez, what kind of freak are you anyway?"
Chaos in the Food Court
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The man looked up from his magazine, “Are you speaking to me?”
“Is there anyone else in a freaky mask, poozer?” he asked waving around his drumstick.
Behind his mask, the businessman ground his teeth for a moment and then relaxed. He put down his magazine, ran his fingers through his silky gray hair, and suddenly snapped his arm towards the obnoxious agitator. Something went whistling through the air, slicing cleanly through plastic foliage towards Jagger. “Didn’t your mother ever tell you its not polite to point?”
A wire briefly shimmered, connecting the two men briefly before tearing away in a meaty burst of chicken and grease, leaving nothing but a nearly polished bone.
The masked man stood from his chair, “Maybe you’re right,” he announced as the wire slid back under his cuff, "maybe I am a freak, but I’ve got two hours to kill and no tolerance for rudeness.”
He snapped his fingers and produced a thin blue haze, the nearest few shoppers slumped down, gently snoring in their half eaten junk food. A brief second later most of the court was silently sleeping. His Rolex expanded into a full size golden colored gauntlet and he beckoned Nebroxah.
“Is there anyone else in a freaky mask, poozer?” he asked waving around his drumstick.
Behind his mask, the businessman ground his teeth for a moment and then relaxed. He put down his magazine, ran his fingers through his silky gray hair, and suddenly snapped his arm towards the obnoxious agitator. Something went whistling through the air, slicing cleanly through plastic foliage towards Jagger. “Didn’t your mother ever tell you its not polite to point?”
A wire briefly shimmered, connecting the two men briefly before tearing away in a meaty burst of chicken and grease, leaving nothing but a nearly polished bone.
The masked man stood from his chair, “Maybe you’re right,” he announced as the wire slid back under his cuff, "maybe I am a freak, but I’ve got two hours to kill and no tolerance for rudeness.”
He snapped his fingers and produced a thin blue haze, the nearest few shoppers slumped down, gently snoring in their half eaten junk food. A brief second later most of the court was silently sleeping. His Rolex expanded into a full size golden colored gauntlet and he beckoned Nebroxah.
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“MY MANWICH !!”
The loud demonic voice echoed though the quiet food court startling the two still standing in the blue mist. They looked across the open court to see a tall trench coat clad figure shaking his fist angrily.
“Do you know how long I had to wait for a country to serve human.” There was a moment of silence as nobody answered. He growled and stated “A very long time” he sighed in remembrance of the sandwich and continued “One of these fleshies fell into my masterpiece of cannibalistic ingenuity.”
He leapt to the opposite side rail of the top floor courtyard still with his fist clenched “Whoever is responsible” he drooped his head a bit, “IS going to YAAWWNN,” he drooped his head again and asked “This is a sleep poison isn’t it?”
The masked businessman nodded his head. “Oh, that’s what I thought.” he said and fell off the railing he had been balancing on. His large form crashed onto a cell phone stand.
The loud demonic voice echoed though the quiet food court startling the two still standing in the blue mist. They looked across the open court to see a tall trench coat clad figure shaking his fist angrily.
“Do you know how long I had to wait for a country to serve human.” There was a moment of silence as nobody answered. He growled and stated “A very long time” he sighed in remembrance of the sandwich and continued “One of these fleshies fell into my masterpiece of cannibalistic ingenuity.”
He leapt to the opposite side rail of the top floor courtyard still with his fist clenched “Whoever is responsible” he drooped his head a bit, “IS going to YAAWWNN,” he drooped his head again and asked “This is a sleep poison isn’t it?”
The masked businessman nodded his head. “Oh, that’s what I thought.” he said and fell off the railing he had been balancing on. His large form crashed onto a cell phone stand.
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Gotta do something about this mist, and fast. Quickly taking stock of what was near him, Nebroxah found that there was a father and son duo who had been shopping. And they had been shopping for baseball season. With a backflip to their shopping bag, he reached in and produced a baseball from its contents. He adjusted his feet to a stance that was quite unlike a pitchers. Both his legs pointed forward, and his knees were bent just the slightest bit. It was his Fire stance, and it meant business.
With a fastball that would have made Cal Ripkin Junior proud, the 108-stitched mass of cork and leather blazed through the air... away from the masked business man. But where it did land was crashing through both of the double-doors of the mall, out into the street beyond. They weren't large holes, but the blue smoke slowly started to drain out, as the ventilation system began pumping fresh air instead of recycled.
The Punk Monk dropped out of his Fire stance. "Steeeeeeee-RIKE!" was the call of the leather-jacketed man as he wheeled to face his one still-standing opponent.
With a fastball that would have made Cal Ripkin Junior proud, the 108-stitched mass of cork and leather blazed through the air... away from the masked business man. But where it did land was crashing through both of the double-doors of the mall, out into the street beyond. They weren't large holes, but the blue smoke slowly started to drain out, as the ventilation system began pumping fresh air instead of recycled.
The Punk Monk dropped out of his Fire stance. "Steeeeeeee-RIKE!" was the call of the leather-jacketed man as he wheeled to face his one still-standing opponent.
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"You seemed to solved that problem," he said, watching his carefully crafted poison be sucked out the double doors "I guess I'll take a more direct appraoch."
"Hey metal face, you talk too much." Shouted the punk and he ripped out another baseball. Without blinking, Chase's wires sprang out slashed the stiching and started pulling off srings until a ball of fluff landed at his feet.
"Is it my turn now?" Almost faster that the eye could see, the masked man kicked up and launched a table, quickly followed by a pot of silk flowers, a broken chair, and the rest of General Tso's extra spicy chicken.
"Hey metal face, you talk too much." Shouted the punk and he ripped out another baseball. Without blinking, Chase's wires sprang out slashed the stiching and started pulling off srings until a ball of fluff landed at his feet.
"Is it my turn now?" Almost faster that the eye could see, the masked man kicked up and launched a table, quickly followed by a pot of silk flowers, a broken chair, and the rest of General Tso's extra spicy chicken.
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The table went spinning over his body as he flexed backwards. Upon coming up, he took a flower pot in the head. The bottom cracked out and he was left wearing the rest as a rather unceremonious hat. The chair fell short of its target, but the General Tso's Chicken was dead-on. The cardboard 'Thank You' carryout box hit the blonde man straight in the mouth. Spice like no other flooded his senses and made his eyes water.
But then something happened that wasn't expected. Jagger raised his head up into the air, with the remainder of the flower pot crashing to the ground. After a few seconds, the cardboard container followed it. A red-lipped, watery-eyed warrior gave his opponent a warning look and exclaimed "Never underestimate the appetite of a true warrior!"
He shifted to his Wind stance, with his arms out to the sides and down. With inhuman speed, he barreled across the food court before the masked man could ready any sort of defense, and shoulder-tackled him over the barrier, and down into the same cell-phone booth as the sleeping demon.
But then something happened that wasn't expected. Jagger raised his head up into the air, with the remainder of the flower pot crashing to the ground. After a few seconds, the cardboard container followed it. A red-lipped, watery-eyed warrior gave his opponent a warning look and exclaimed "Never underestimate the appetite of a true warrior!"
He shifted to his Wind stance, with his arms out to the sides and down. With inhuman speed, he barreled across the food court before the masked man could ready any sort of defense, and shoulder-tackled him over the barrier, and down into the same cell-phone booth as the sleeping demon.
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Surprised at the sudded burst of speed, Chase made no reaction as he smashed through the railing. He watched the bits of glass glittering like jewels. Then he realised he was falling. He landed with a thud on the gently snoring demonoid.
He stood up slowly, rather confused about his location. One of the phones started ringing and he bent down to answer it.
Zarellku opened his eyes and asked, "Is that for me?" Chase loked down at the demon.
*STOMP* He was peacefully sleeping again.
"I think its for you" he loudly announced before tossing the cellular prone to Nebroxa. The monk held the phone up to his ear.
"Ring, ring, ring, ring, bananna phone"
He stood up slowly, rather confused about his location. One of the phones started ringing and he bent down to answer it.
Zarellku opened his eyes and asked, "Is that for me?" Chase loked down at the demon.
*STOMP* He was peacefully sleeping again.
"I think its for you" he loudly announced before tossing the cellular prone to Nebroxa. The monk held the phone up to his ear.
"Ring, ring, ring, ring, bananna phone"
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Grabbing his head in momentary, acute insaninty Nebroxah ran like the wind towards a nearby Hot Topic, where the music was so loud you couldn't even hear yourself think. After a few seconds of breathing in the smells of fake leather and angst, he felt he could continue on.
By the time he returned to the food court, holding the demonic cell phone, the masked businessman had already clambored up from his ringing, vibrating, snoring resting place. With a look that could curdle milk, he hurled the movie-interrupting device at the suit. "Here, catch! It's long-distance!"
With that, and the cell phone already in flight, he charged his opponent once again. Mid-run, he saw something he didn't expect: the digital thing sliced into five seperate pieces, making a once-invisible web of razor wire shake and give away its location. Ooooohhh SNAP. Bringing his hands down to his sides in a 'double sucker-punch' position, he switched to his Earth stance as he skidded directly into the trap. Flying wire snapped through the air and wound itself around the warrior-monk. It cut straight through his leather jacket... and stopped. He was wound tight in its hold, but it wouldn't penetrate his skin. Nebroxah was now nose-to-nose with his obviously wealthier adversery. "Heh... How do you like my Earth Stance? By sacrificing mobility... I can resist all sorts... of injury." He took a labored plod foreward to illustrate his point. More wires whipped through the air, tangling him further. He may have seemed quite confident, but he was getting quite stuck. If he switched stances, he would be ripped to shreds, but staying here wasn't a very good position either...
By the time he returned to the food court, holding the demonic cell phone, the masked businessman had already clambored up from his ringing, vibrating, snoring resting place. With a look that could curdle milk, he hurled the movie-interrupting device at the suit. "Here, catch! It's long-distance!"
With that, and the cell phone already in flight, he charged his opponent once again. Mid-run, he saw something he didn't expect: the digital thing sliced into five seperate pieces, making a once-invisible web of razor wire shake and give away its location. Ooooohhh SNAP. Bringing his hands down to his sides in a 'double sucker-punch' position, he switched to his Earth stance as he skidded directly into the trap. Flying wire snapped through the air and wound itself around the warrior-monk. It cut straight through his leather jacket... and stopped. He was wound tight in its hold, but it wouldn't penetrate his skin. Nebroxah was now nose-to-nose with his obviously wealthier adversery. "Heh... How do you like my Earth Stance? By sacrificing mobility... I can resist all sorts... of injury." He took a labored plod foreward to illustrate his point. More wires whipped through the air, tangling him further. He may have seemed quite confident, but he was getting quite stuck. If he switched stances, he would be ripped to shreds, but staying here wasn't a very good position either...
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In the commotion the sleeping demon sits ups out of what’s left of the cell phone cart and rubs his eyes.
Then feeling comes back to his head and lets out a growling scream. The businessman would have to been deaf to not heared him. The masked man turned a bit to stare down the angry demon and made a slight motion with his left hand.
“You look so confident Mr. Mask but I’m going to hurt you now.” Zaraku said while charging directly towards the masked man. Just before he made impact a glint of something caught his eye. He ran directly into the masked man’s wire barrier. Chase chuckled slightly. The cuts are clean and bloodless and do nothing to mar the look of surprise on Zaraku's face.
He started to fall but his expression switced to a malicious grin. The demon licked a slash mark through his lips while the cuts dissapeared as fast as they has been created. The demon exclaimed, “Gotcha!”
*BAM* As a bony fist met the mask and sent him flying though the Hot Topic’s front window. “Heh heh, sorry I didn’t know that you were such a lightweight.”
Then feeling comes back to his head and lets out a growling scream. The businessman would have to been deaf to not heared him. The masked man turned a bit to stare down the angry demon and made a slight motion with his left hand.
“You look so confident Mr. Mask but I’m going to hurt you now.” Zaraku said while charging directly towards the masked man. Just before he made impact a glint of something caught his eye. He ran directly into the masked man’s wire barrier. Chase chuckled slightly. The cuts are clean and bloodless and do nothing to mar the look of surprise on Zaraku's face.
He started to fall but his expression switced to a malicious grin. The demon licked a slash mark through his lips while the cuts dissapeared as fast as they has been created. The demon exclaimed, “Gotcha!”
*BAM* As a bony fist met the mask and sent him flying though the Hot Topic’s front window. “Heh heh, sorry I didn’t know that you were such a lightweight.”
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Chase looked up through the cracks and the eye slit of his mask to see a skeletal visage lingering above him. All around him heard the wailing of tortured souls to his left he saw fabric wrapped in chains and spikes hanging on a stone wall and to his hight, all manner of freakishly bright ninja equipment, "What manner of dungeon is this." he asked.
The skeleton answered with nasal, "Are you going to pay for that?" Instantly wires shredded the speakers and put an end to the horrible noise. Looking back to her, she only seemed slightly surprised. He held out his palm and blew a silvery dust into her face, causing her to drop instantly. "This mask is ruined." he he remarked as he pulled a hitai-ate bandanna from the shelf, "I guess this will have to make do for now."
Outside the now silent store, Zaraku yelled, "Hey, are you dead or something?" His answer was a bent brass mask forcefully introduced to his forehead. Chase was running towards him at full speed before jumping feet forward. The demon braced for impact, but the businessman sailed right past him and over the railing.
"You didn't think I was going to hit you again, did you?" as he pulled the forehead protector over his eyes. He formed a mudra and swung his arm. One of the pillars cracked soon followed by the ones surrounding it. Wires chipped and ripped out all the supports holding the top story.
When the dust cleared, Jagger Nebroxa shoved a large piece of concrete off of himself and looked face to face with . . . Jagger Nebroxa.
The skeleton answered with nasal, "Are you going to pay for that?" Instantly wires shredded the speakers and put an end to the horrible noise. Looking back to her, she only seemed slightly surprised. He held out his palm and blew a silvery dust into her face, causing her to drop instantly. "This mask is ruined." he he remarked as he pulled a hitai-ate bandanna from the shelf, "I guess this will have to make do for now."
Outside the now silent store, Zaraku yelled, "Hey, are you dead or something?" His answer was a bent brass mask forcefully introduced to his forehead. Chase was running towards him at full speed before jumping feet forward. The demon braced for impact, but the businessman sailed right past him and over the railing.
"You didn't think I was going to hit you again, did you?" as he pulled the forehead protector over his eyes. He formed a mudra and swung his arm. One of the pillars cracked soon followed by the ones surrounding it. Wires chipped and ripped out all the supports holding the top story.
When the dust cleared, Jagger Nebroxa shoved a large piece of concrete off of himself and looked face to face with . . . Jagger Nebroxa.
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Suddely, in the midst of all this, a xylophone was heard playing. This was so unexpected that no one heard it for a minute. When they did, a young person with a shirt of eternally shifting rainbow patterns was playing it, not taking any notice of anything else. Both Jagger Nebroxas, the demon, and Chase were surprised to varying degrees. Nick then stopped playing and looked at them, smiling. They just stood there for a few seconds, and then Nick suddenl took out a flashlight and blasted everyone with liquid soap, which did no damage but was rather confusing, mildly immobilizing, and humorous (To Nick.) The Paragon of Randomness then ran up a crumbled wall, jumped,and landed standing on Zaraku's head.
"Hello." He said friendfully.
Suddely, in the midst of all this, a xylophone was heard playing. This was so unexpected that no one heard it for a minute. When they did, a young person with a shirt of eternally shifting rainbow patterns was playing it, not taking any notice of anything else. Both Jagger Nebroxas, the demon, and Chase were surprised to varying degrees. Nick then stopped playing and looked at them, smiling. They just stood there for a few seconds, and then Nick suddenl took out a flashlight and blasted everyone with liquid soap, which did no damage but was rather confusing, mildly immobilizing, and humorous (To Nick.) The Paragon of Randomness then ran up a crumbled wall, jumped,and landed standing on Zaraku's head.
"Hello." He said friendfully.