Caravan Consternation: Car 8, Car Of Fate!

[The New Student Dean]

Previously, On Caravan Consternation: Prequel---

Men crashed in, lightning fast. Obviously having planned this out for a long time. A VERY long time. Glass initially blasted forward, but then, started blowing out of the now blasted-open windows, cutting up anyone who happened to still be in the way.

..But then, rushed forth, to the center, and looked at Mimi. As if waiting for orders.

"...Orders, ma'am?"

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IMPORTANT INFORMATION:

-Foreign Fighter's Elite: These are men of all 18 & up, trained in various arts of fighting from around the world, comprised of nearly every ethnicity. French, Canadian, German, Irish, Mexican... you name it. As such... and equipped with various blunt objects, it appears that there is no one else with any guns (seeing as how the faculty are the main targets here...). A reason to be kept alive? Perhaps... They are rather fluent speakers of multiple languages though... and are very tricky, may even try to 'pretend' to fight alongside you, 'pretend' to be sympathetic... DO NOT UNDERESTIMATE THE FOREIGN FIGHTERS! [Mimi controls them.]
[Statistics: Strength: 60, Dexterity: 60, Constitution: 60, Intelligence: 60, Wisdom: 60, Charisma: 70]
[Foreign Fighter Count: 8]

-Eating: Unless you have RPed eating, you get a -50% deduction to your Constitution! For ten posts, at which point your adrenaline will naturally keep you up to fighting strength!

-Poison Food: If you have eaten ANY food offered on the train ride... you get -25% of your strength deducted for five posts! After which, you shall vomit it out, and feel better.

-Poison Drink: If you have drunk ANY liquids offered on the train ride... you get -25% of your speed deducted for five posts! After which, you shall vomit it out, and feel better.

[(RAWR)~]

[ooc: Some stat/item details still being fine tuned and subject to minor change]


*Click, click, click, click..*


*Clunk, clunk, clunk, clunk..*


*...Boom!*


...

Screams of shock could be heard throughout the train as it jostle don the track. What was happening?! Through the small square window in the back, one could see the other two cars separating from the eighth, and from the side windows, see them veering off in two separate directions at their own speed. The expressions aboard car eight ranged from shock and confusion to panic.

Except one.

"Weeeee! Again, again!!"

She waved her magic wand in the air excitedly, bouncing in her seat. She almost seemed oblivious to what had happened beyond the fact that it appeared to be...'fun.' What was this little girl doing in a car full of teachers? Why did the other two cars of students break off and veer away? WHAT WAS GOING ON HERE!?

**CRAAASH!!**

The windows busted in, and glass flew everywhere. Mimi ducked her face briefly to avoid the cutting glass, but cheered and squealed and waved her wand as the rest of the glass fell to the car floor.

"Confetti confetti! Yay!"

This little girl looked incredibly out of place and possibly in danger to these large dark clothed men, but she didn't seem to mind them until they came up and looked straight at her.

"..orders, Ma'am?"

She grinned, touching the end of her cheek with her ribbony wand and thought for a moment. When she spoke, her voice was even, and much unlike the whimsical squeal it was before.

"It's time...to p l a y.."


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Information:[/u]

Mimi's STATS:

Strength: 65 + 4 = 69
Dexterity: 95 + 7 = 113
Constitution: 90 + 5 = 95
Intelligence: 40 + 5 = 45
Wisdom: 43 + 5 = 48
Charisma: 50

Mimi's ITEMS:

Agatha's Boots: +7 Dex
Merlin's Hat: +5 Wis +5 Int
Hilda's Sash: +5 Con +2 Str
'Magic' Ribbon Wand: +2 Str

OTHER Info:

-Whenever Mimi is 'incapacitated' she has one post of down time, and then is back up and fighting with -5 Con and -1 Str

-If Mimi teams up with one of her minions for an attack, her Strength is temporary increased by 10.

[hualord]

"Oh Christ... this day couldn't get worse."

The day got worse. The little girl happened to be the commander of the hijackers. He was probably the target. That made it a very beautiful day. He was about to get his ass whooped by somewhere around ten people he didn't even know, or do anything to. He at least like to get his ass whooped by people he knew and could exact revenge on later. With molotovs and a ally that would kill them.

My shirt's gonna get messed up, I just know it.

"Whoa... watch it little girl, I'm an adul---"

Bffff..

He just got hit in the face by some guy. Some guy just punched him across the face, this was not cool. NOT COOL. This was turning into a very bad day very fast.

"What the fuck mate?!"

"Shut the hell up!"

Jason got up, and dished out what was justly deserved, a punch to the gut, then head. A one two. He was promptly kicked in the back, and then strangled from behind. Repeated elbows to that foe's belly deterred the enemy, but he kept King in the hold. He was starting to lose air, precious o2. A guy came up to hit him a bit more, standard gang style. Lucky for King, he was skilled with his legs. A couple of well placed kicks to the guy's knees and he was down to them. A secondary kick to the face was next, then again.

Then he got hit in the side of the face again, this was getting unfair. TOO MANY HANDS IN ONE FIGHT!

[The New Student Dean]

Car 9: French Retreat

*THUDTHUDTHUDTHUDTHUDTHUDTHUDTHUDTHUDTHUD*

* * * * * * * * * * * * *

Strangely enough... the F.F. were... being defeated. The one who dealt Enubia a strong Qi blow suddenly retreated, towards the front of the Car, past the others. But the Frenchmen was tricky, his hand suddenly reaching into his jacket. A sudden look of extreme concern on his face---

*WHIRL*

*THUD*

*THUD*

*THUD*

*THUD*

*THUD*~

Canisters were sticking out of each and everyone of the Foreign Fighters.

Did the 259ers hear their screams?

Oh, heavens yes.

Writhing. Eyes convulsing, as everyone nearby them, yes, even the mighty Valekin, Veyugen, and Travis were pushed back by the sudden urge in the aura. But this was not something of power. It was of the deepest, hollowest part of human desperation and mortality, the urge to live. The one thing that held true for 99.99% of the human populace.

"TOUTES UNITES! RETRAITE! RETRAITE!"

What had he thrown? What had this Frenchmen thrown into all of his comrades? Muscles were writhing, but were enveloping over wounds, bleeding was stopping, breath restored, eyes bleeding... a near killer-overdose of adrenaline, injected directly into all of their bloodstreams, save the Frenchmen's... Pushing away from all the student combatants, even the ones that were felled by Veyugen, seemed revitalized, though definetely scarred.

Retreating through to the front of the car.

*CRACK* *BLAM* *SHRACK!*

...Several shots fired. The Frenchmen had unholstered a secret gun, he'd kept hidden throughout the fight. In it, Travis received a hard blow in one of his shoulders, but nothing vital. Veyugen was not so lucky, and took one to both shoulders... the sudden shock taking him down instantly. Calamity, however, was simply fallen on by Travis. The one thing they shared in common? All of these combatants had been knocked out.

Valekin looked on. Annoyed. His prey taken away from him.

Enubia, however, casting spited looks, horrified at these shots. Five shots, fired wildly... and the Frenchmen was using a magnum.-

*SLAM*

As the last of his compatriots had managed to escape... the grin grew on the wily Frenchmen. Only now, had it become apparent to everyone involved that there was a beeping noise. THE CAR WAS RIGGED WITH A BOMB!

Louder, louder, faster, shrilly screaming of death... the Frenchmen's gunpoint was quick, and shot behind himself, jamming the door to the car closed.

They were trapped. But the Frenchmen's compatriots had escaped...

"Bon au revoir, les petites baises."

Hammering the gun towards them, the final shot. Obviously aimed at Valekin, who grinned, a strange, anxious look in his eye. As if to say, 'come on, bastard, you won't even hit me'... But the grin turned into a full fledged smile, as just as he cocked the hammer down, the gun's barrel went sailing into his mouth...

*BAM*

Car 10: Left To Die

*THUDTHUDTHUDTHUDTHUDTHUDTHUDTHUDTHUDTHUD*

* * * * * * * * * * * * *

The stupid little German boy's tirade was quickly put out, as one final 'WHACK' knocked him out, his back, contorted... as he fell, limply, to the ground.

*BEEPBEEPBEEPBEEPBEEPBEEPBEEPBEEP~*

The people of Car 10 were weak. All save for the two Asians who were not wearing black leather uniforms with various weapons.

Rem, however, was not one of these strong ones. One of the F.Fighters, noticing he was just standing there, suddenly took out a baton, and gave him a quick strike across the face. No time given to even react, and the boy was knocked out.

But the bomb was getting closer and closer to blowing up. Suddenly pulling away from them all, the Foreign Fighters threw their weapons at the girl and the older man, and took off to the front of the car, giving a kick back, if they were followed by any. Just disappearing, as quickly as they came---

*BAMF*

The door... the door... was twisted shut. They were trapped. Looking around, trying to find an escape route, but the train was going too fast. The winds would blow them off and kill them, instantly, at the moment of contact at the ground. A few dozen miles above break-neck speed...

Crap.

CRAP.~

Unlikely Rescuers

*THUDTHUDTHUDTHUDTHUDTHUDTHUDTHUDTHUDTHUD*

* * * * * * * * * * * * *

*THUDTHUDTHUDTHUDTHUDTHUDTHUDTHUDTHUDTHUD*

* * * * * * * * * * * * *

*THUDTHUDTHUDTHUDTHUDTHUDTHUDTHUDTHUDTHUD*

* * * * * * * * * * * * *

*THUDTHUDTHUDTHUDTHUDTHUDTHUDTHUDTHUDTHUD*

*"THAT'S THEM! THOSE ARE THE CARS!"*

*"AYE, TARGET SIGHTED ON THIS END AS WELL."*

*"BREAK 'EM LOOSE, PICK UP, AND HEAD TO THE MAIN OBJECTIVE!"*

*"ROGER. WAS---"*

* * * * * * * * * * * * *

Machine gun fire rained down on the cars...

--Yes, machine guns.---

...Bursting open the cars with straight lines of fire, as though they were tin cans. Possible? Not ordinarily. But then, these were hellishly fast heavy helicopters that were flying. No where near the level of a jet, but obviously much faster then the standard. Customized. Shaded in black.

One helicopter for each car. And they were fast to work, throwing in the people into their 'copters (...obviously, just letting a certain Serb just walk his ass in, being somewhat briefed to his nature...), and took off. Three minutes later, the cars exploded.

This isn't Hollywood, folks.

But they still were speeding onward... And no words were spoken to the students, just grim faces...

*"...Now, for the main objective. Retrieve "Alter Mann", and eliminate all hostiles with extreme prejudice."*

*"Roger, Taylor Binn. Crystal out."*

Aye. These were the personal soldiers of "Alter Mann". The Enforcers.

* * * * ...Meanwhile... * * * *

Mr. Jason King was haggard. But from the knocked out bodies strewn about him, he had to admit, he was a tough asshole... Mimi wouldn't knock him out that easily. Pouting slightly, she was about to respond-

*DUHDUHDUHDUHDUHDUHDUHDUHDUHDUHDUH*

Literally, the roofs of all the cars had been ripped away. Jason King, looking back at Mimi, saw nothing. The girl had vanished. The men around him... too had vanished. Using the quick disruption was used to escape?

...Well, there was one, bullet ridden body still beside him. Two, actually, if you count the fact that his body had been somewhat... 'ripped apart'.

But, the train had slowed to a feasible speed. A fast bike-ride speed. Still capable of killing someone, but the speed wouldn't knock anyone off. But the targets were seen ahead of the helicopters. At the very front of the train, with malfunctioned machine, was the knocked out and tied up bodies of "Alter Mann" and "Kaufman".

...However, there was a large black man, standing over them...

Charging through, through the roofless, body-strewn cars... all the way to the rear car. The helicopters opened up... as enforcers went on, to pass by the charging black man, who didn't really seem to notice them. However, everyone's eyes glared, as they saw the hugeness of this man. And his hammer.

"SHOOP-DA-WOOP, BITCHES. 'CAUSE I'M BLACK, YA'LL. 'CAUSE I'M BLACK, YA'LL. 'CAUSE I'M BLACKER THEN BLACK, 'CAUSE I'M BLACK YA'LL."

The helicopters kept up with the train, some of the enforcers even saying, "Hey... we picked you up, earn your keep, little bastards."

..Yeah. Forcing them to fight against a big, tall black guy African American?

Mm-hm.

---

Basic Information[/u]

Name: Jamal Kuntakente
Age: 31
Height: 7'2 Feet
Weight: 237 lbs
Blood Type: AB+ (Infected With AIDs Forcibly)
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Eye Color: "BLACKER THEN BLACK, 'CAUSE HE'S BLACK, YA'LL."
Hair: "BLACKER THEN BLACK, 'CAUSE HE'S BLACK, YA'LL."

Pass Time Information

Hobbies: AIDS, SHOOP-DA-WOOP, TEH BITCHES & HOES.
Talents: AIDS, SHOOP-DA-WOOP, TEH BITCHES & HOES.
Favorite things: AIDS (Via Conditioning), SHOOP-DA-WOOP (Conditioning), TEH BITCHES & HOES (They're How He Got AIDs).

Mental Information

Personality: Get the strongest black stereotype, with a little white racism thrown in... as well as hatred for all things that are richer then him, don't have AIDs and don't have to die like him, a man who used to smoke crack, and is severely mentally retarded, because of what he did to himself, via crack-smoking, doing the one-eyed, peg-legged crack whores in the streets, and you've got your man, right here.
Mentality: "SHOOP-DA-WOOP, BITCHES. 'CAUSE I'M BLACK, YA'LL. 'CAUSE I'M BLACK, YA'LL. 'CAUSE I'M BLACKER THEN BLACK, 'CAUSE I'M BLACK YA'LL."
Ideal: "SHOOP-DA-WOOP, BITCHES. 'CAUSE I'M BLACK, YA'LL. 'CAUSE I'M BLACK, YA'LL. 'CAUSE I'M BLACKER THEN BLACK, 'CAUSE I'M BLACK YA'LL."
Belief: "'CAUSE I'M BLACK, YA'LL. 'CAUSE I'M BLACK, YA'LL. 'CAUSE I'M BLACKER THEN BLACK, 'CAUSE I'M BLACK YA'LL."
Appearance:

Physical Information

Build: HUGE.
Head: HUGE.
Torso: HUGE.
Arms: HUGE.
Legs: HUGE.
Feet: HUGE, GETTING HUGER.

Apparel Information

Head Gear: N/A
Shirts: Blue Business Suit With Necktie.
Pants: Blue Business Pants
Shoes: Black Business-Type Shoes
Misc: Hammer, Belt, Etcetera

Fighting Information

Fighting Style: HAMMER-TIME.
Years Practiced: JUST NAO.
Description of style: OMG! WTF! BBQ!

History Information

History:
YOU DON'T KNOW WANT TO KNOW.

Living Status Information[/u]

Type of resident:
Roommates: YOU DON'T KNOW WANT TO KNOW.

Cases Against The Faculty: YOU DON'T KNOW WANT TO KNOW.
Cases Of Hurting Students: YOU DON'T KNOW WANT TO KNOW.

Slot	Item(s)
Head
Hat/Bandana	Row 19 Column 2
Earrings	Row 20 Column 2
Glasses	Row 21 Column 2
	[/td
Torso
Shirt	Row 2 Column 2
Jacket/Coat	Cheap American Made Kevlar Vest: (+3 Constitution, -4 Wisdom, Grants 50% Bullet Resistance.) [Uses 3x Plastic, 3x Leather] Details: Standard American Kevlar Vest. Not the best quality, however, so restriction and reaction may be reduced, but, it does what it needs to do. *Grants 50% Bullet Resistance. *Weighs 5 1/4 Lbs. *Cannot Upgrade.
Necklace	Row 4 Column 2
	[/td
Arms
Arm	Row 6 Column 2
Wrist	Row 7 Column 2
Gloves	Row 8 Column 2
Ring	Row 9 Column 2
	[/td
Legs
Pants	Row 11 Column 2
Shin	Row 12 Column 2
Shoes	Row 13 Column 2
Belt	Bear Belt: (+1 Strength, -4 Dexterity, Grants +2 Miscellaneous Equipment Slots.) [Uses 500x Studs, 3x Leather] Details: Customized for and worn by Jamal Kuntakente, its obvious that this madman's overwhelming Qi and strength would rub off on his equipment somehow. The usage of this is actually not all that beneficial, unless you have a lot of items stocked up. *Grants +2 Miscellaneous Equipment Slots. *Weighs 4 Lbs, Due To Being A Weathered Item. *Cannot Upgrade.
	[/td
Misc
1	AIDS: (Kills In Ten Posts.) Details: Acquired Immune Deficiency Syndrome. *Takes Up An Equipment Slot. *DON'T GET IT.
2	Maxwell's Silver Hammer: (+15 Strength, -10 Dexterity, -5 Wisdom) [Uses 1/4x Leather, 10x Sheet Metal] Details: This thing is freaking heavy. Makes it hard to react, and other things... but, is reminiscent of a a certain boy who made sure that people were dead. This is actually its evolved form, the image inspired by the Zelda series, due to unoriginal ploys... though, an ordinary hammer would've sufficed. *Can Smash Through Concrete With Ease. *Weighs 11 lbs. *Requires Both Hands. *Cannot Upgrade.
3	Silver Pocket Watch: (Can Tell Time, On The Dime.) [Uses 1/2x Miscellaneous Electronics, 1/2 Sheet Metal] Details: This anatomically time-correct device is there, simply so you can look snazzy. The letters 'MJS' are engraved on the top, though no one knows what it stands for... *Weighs 3/4 lbs. *Can Customize.
4	Red Canister: (+5 Strength) [Amount Left: 0/10] Details: Increases Strength +5 for one thread. *Cannot upgrade. *Drug effects stack. *3+ canisters taken will result in O.D./hospitalization/death.

Jamal Kuntakente's Statistics:
-Strength: 74 + 66 = 140
-Dexterity: 29 - 14 = 15
-Constitution: 300 + 3 = 303
-Intelligence: 8
-Wisdom: 14 - 9 = 5
-Charisma: x > ~35
-Money: $2,000
-O.D.'s: 3 [Will Suffer -50 Strength After Thread For 3 Months... If He Survives.]

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OBJECTIVES/CHOICES:
*CHOOSE TO FIGHT OR STAY IN THE HELICOPTERS.
*OUTLAST JAMAL FOR TEN ROUNDS, WHEN HE SUCCUMBS TO AIDS.
*JAM IT IN. AND GET AIDS.
*DISCOVER THAT THE MACHINE GUNS HAVE RUN OUT OF BULLETS, BECAUSE OF HOW MUCH FIRING THEY DID ON ALL THE CARS.
*CHOOSE TO REVIVE YOURSELF IF YOU'RE CURRENTLY INACTIVE IN THIS THREAD.

[valekin]

Valekin had bent down to pick up the smoking gun. He found spare rounds in one of the pockets of the Frenchman, and then walked onto the helicopter. He flipped out the carriage and emptied out the chambers of their spent shells, and reloaded the weapon as the helicopter moved.

They told him to get out, earn his keep. Like he was going to listen to them. He wanted a piece of that man down there, swinging the hammer around. Yes, he wanted a piece of him. With the magnum tucked in his pocket, he strapped on his gauntlets. The pentagrams on the back of the hands glowed red, then the emanations subsided. Valekin jumped out of the helicopter, landed in the train, and rolled to his feet. Magnum drawn, and pointing at the ferociously queer man.

"You're black eh? You'll be seeing infra-black before I'm done with you."

Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!

Six shots, all at the black man's center mass. Valekin doubted that this would take him down permanently, but it would give him an edge to work with. He slipped the gun into his waist band in the small of his back, and put his fists up, the metal didn't shine, but it was imposing, as well as the claws. They were imposing as well.[/color]

"Come on, let's see what you're made of!"

(Note: Infra-black is the color you see before you die. It's a fading color marked by white edges around your plane of sight, that you see just before you lose it. Usually caused by blunt force trauma, or massive blood loss.)

[The New Student Dean]

HE'S A JUGGERNAUT, BITCHES!

"You're black eh? You'll be seeing infra-black before I'm done with you."

*Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!*

"Come on, let's see what you're made of!"

* * * * * * * ...Imagination... You... * * * * * * *

That large black thing in front of your face?

Those black feelings of pumping and resounding drums that scream from the heart, creak from the bones, and moan from every birthing and dying cell in your body.

Life.

Precious, resounding musical spirits, coming down from within the forests of solitude's requiem. PCP Will make you imagine all sorts of shit. Whisping feelings came surging all around, as the blackness of the time. Crooked teeth. Jimon-a. I wish to be the little girl. 'CAUSE I'M BLACK YA'LL. 'CAUSE I'M BLACK, YA'LL, 'CAUSE I'M BLACKER THEN BLACK, 'CAUSE I'M BLACK YA'LL.

* * * * * * * ...Reality... You... * * * * * * *

There was his figure, all keeled over, all six of the shots, perfectly placed. A small bit of blood formed at the bottom of his lips, dripping out slightly..---

"SILLY BITCH, YOUR WEAPONS CANNOT HARM ME!"

Back up again, almost as if he was completely unaffected. Truth be told, though the front of his jacket was riddled with bullets, it became apparent, in spite of the slight bleeding.. and the way that he suddenly hefted up his hammer, leaning the length on his right shoulder, pulling back his right foot that...

...

...SHOW TIME!

Huge grin on his face.. huge, gaping eyes, arched stance, hefting the the thing in his right hand, tapping it on his shoulder over and over again, the momentum increasing, obviously getting ready to initiate his first strike...

"YA'LL KNOW WHAT?"

"I QUIT SMOKING BITCHES LIKE YOU COLD TURKEY."

"...AND I'M ALL OUT OF FUCKING TURKEY." (OOC: LOL THANKSGIVING)

His right foot backed up, obviously getting ready to make a one swing charge...

---

-I Forgot To Mention. Items And Qis Are Usable Again, Because "Alter Mann" Is Too Far Away.

-NINE POSTS UNTIL JAMAL KUNTAKENTE SUCCUMBS TO AIDS. =D

[Mitsuki Park]

Choice of Weapon?
A shard of glass...

"You're black eh? You'll be seeing infra-black before I'm done with you."

Against the wall stood a girl, her hand grasping around a rather large shard of glass. Knuckles white, mixed with crimson blood as her skin broke from the sharp edges. Head was bent forward, hair falling on both sides of her face, shielding it from view; slowly she tilted her head up, eyes blinking rather rapidly trying to adjust to her surroundings but contacts fell out, both of them, and everything was a blur. She could go on her hands and knees and look for the two delicate round eye pieces in the midst of the broken glass, and possibly damage her hands even more during the process, but instead... She took out her glasses, completely undamaged from it's small plastic case that rested in the side pocket of her cargo pants. Tossing the plastic case to the side, she slipped them on; an "emo" frame, as some would say. It was black and in a shape of a square, really... Sensei would be one of the only people who's seen her in glasses. How easy it was to simply knock it off to the side...

"Come on, let's see what you're made of!"

And she heard his voice clearly now; in the right state of mind, she looked around. Everything was clear; she could see. Bodies on the floor, bullets, weapons dropped from the others...

Weapons.

She picked up a knife and a gun - or what seemed to look like one, but was actually a simple pellet gun; a bluff. She, obviously, did not know that. Nor would she actually try to shoot from it because she was afraid of the number of bullets were very limited. She never picked up a gun before - except for your everyday water gun. She pocketed the toy weapon into her pocket before stepping forward, toward the front of the carts where she continued to hear someone speaking English slang...

"SILLY BITCH, YOUR WEAPONS CANNOT HARM ME!"[/size][/b]

This one particular voice got louder the more she got closer...

It was very interesting to hear that this man thought he was invincible to so called weapons. She began to speed up.

"YA'LL KNOW WHAT? I QUIT SMOKING BITCHES LIKE YOU COLD TURKEY."[/color][/size][/b]

She narrowed her eyes; what the hell did that even mean? Why was cold turkey added into smoking? Totally irrelevant...

She walked past many bodies, feeling her 'power' building up. Her Qi... She could feel it in her veins, as if she could use it again but...not now. Not now. It was useless right now.

"...AND I'M ALL OUT OF FUCKING TURKEY."[/color][/size][/b]

She could have fallen over; again with the turkey. If this was a joke, she wasn't getting it.

She saw them. She saw him. And she saw him.

Dang.

That guy is freaking huge...

Gripped the knife in her hand.

..are you ready?

[/center][/color]

["Unfettered"]

"...How Troublesome..."

...And everything went black.

* * * * * * * * * * * * *

"SHOOP-DA-WOOP, BITCHES. 'CAUSE I'M BLACK, YA'LL. 'CAUSE I'M BLACK, YA'LL. 'CAUSE I'M BLACKER THEN BLACK, 'CAUSE I'M BLACK YA'LL."

The back hurt. There was a strange looseness of the spine. The unhealthy type. His head felt slightly patched up, but there was the resounding feeling of pain, soreness, and an open of gash wounds on his lower back. Thankfully, within his range of sustainable pain. Unhooking his arms out from underneath his back, he sat up, albeit loosely. Shaking his head, trying to shake out all the strange images, dreams, fresh memories from his eyes. Blood was hardening around the top of his left ear, and bruises were already starting to form on both his arms and legs. Testing out his big toe, he found that it was thankfully not abused as much, however...

"Unfettered's" eye flickered red.

What was that sound in the...?

*THUDTHUDTHUDTHUDTHUDTHUDTHUDTHUDTHUDTHUD*

Attempting to stand up, he had to fall back again, as the helicopter was making a turn.. A helicopter!? Looking about wildly, he saw other students. One with spiky blue hair, another with white, like his, lying about, unconscious...---

"OYE! YOU! Since YOU'RE awake, why doncha do something about the big fuck over thar, oye?"

An enforcer. He had spiky yellow hair, and a big grin on his face, but the look in his eyes were deathly serious. Groaning, "Unfettered" stood himself up, looking about---there. Just to his side.. glad he'd brought it.

His equipment.

* * * * * * * * * * * * *

Finishing up by fitting on the left Ares War Glove, he listened into the radio chatter, trying to stand up, trying to see if he had enough energy to remain that stable. In the end, he was crouching.. but he a few times, pending on how the helicopter swayed, he saw a huge black man. Almost thought he heard some shots being cracked off..---Wait. Was that... Valekin!? And who was that girl to the side of him?

No, what mattered was he could use his Qi again, for some reason. Aye, that choking feeling...

Gone.

"SILLY BITCH, YOUR WEAPONS CANNOT HARM ME!"

No. It didn't matter. Took a deep breath in, as he limped his way to the side of the helicopter's hatch...

"YA'LL KNOW WHAT?"

*THUMP*

"I QUIT SMOKING BITCHES LIKE YOU COLD TURKEY."

...Jesus, it took a moment, over the booming, to realize that he'd been holding his breath this whole time.

Had this big blooke really been the one who had been screaming all this time, at the top of his fucking lungs?...

"...AND I'M ALL OUT OF FUCKING TURKEY."

"Unfettered", 'relaxed'... the pain going away, as his breathed out. What came out though, was frost.

Eye flickered red again.

Ice began to envelop him. Well, Valekin had a.. gun, and the dirtied haired girl was holding a piece of glass. Completely not creepy. Hell, it didn't matter... He couldn't focus properly. Sight zooming in and out, but his entire body motioned towards the booming voice, as stepped back---JUMP-DASHED!

"SHUT UP."

He had full momentum of his arm arching back, as he flew towards the big black man, getting really freaking cold here, eye, half-focused.. trying to punch the big bastard in the face...

No idea what the hell he was getting himself into.

---

Status Report:

Statistic Modification:

Strength: 34 x 1.3 (Der Stahl von Schnee: Novice Level)
Dexterity: 23
Constitution: 35 x 1.5 (Der Stahl von Schnee: Novice Level)
Intelligence: 36
Wisdom: 32
Charisma: 30 - 5 (Der Stahl von Schnee: Novice Level Postly Qi Consumption)

Current Statistics:

Strength: 44
Dexterity: 23
Constitution: 53
Intelligence: 36
Wisdom: 32
Charisma: 25

*25% Of Pain Is Numbed
*Landing Of Blows While Qi Is Active = -10% Dexterity (Does Not Stack Per Hit)
*Temperature: 93/100
*Moderately High Vulnerability To Electricity
*Poseidon Chest Plate Effect: Nullifies First Two Hits

[Keith]

What kind of fucking train trip is this?

It was pretty fucking chaotic for Keith to understand. One moment they're going on some damn field trip. The next moment, the train is under attack. In his car, they didn't have to deal with the gunfire. He had stepped out only to be attacked by several soldiers of unknown origin.

This looked to be some sort of damn terrorist attack. Then all of a sudden, they were fired upon. Luckily, Keith managed to find cover until all of those soldiers ended up running out of ammo. He was wondering what was going on in the first place.

Why go through all this trouble just to attack a train full of high school students?

That was just illogical.

For some reason, Keith had found himself in a helicopter. This was going on so fast. Keith was trying to piece everything together one by one.

This was something he had never seen back at 552. Keith couldn't make any sense of this chaos and anarchy was going on.

The speed of the helicopter slowed down as the speed of the train slowed down as well.

Why are we slowing down?

There, he saw it. The tied of bodies of both the Dean and some other guy. Keith didn't get their names. But standing over them was some tall black man in a business suit and a sledgehammer. Now, this was getting to be pretty intriguing.

"SHOOP-DA-WOOP, BITCHES. 'CAUSE I'M BLACK, YA'LL. 'CAUSE I'M BLACK, YA'LL. 'CAUSE I'M BLACKER THEN BLACK, 'CAUSE I'M BLACK YA'LL."

Keith blinked behind those black shades of his. This was one fucked up field trip. He would make a mental note to himself never ever to go on anymore school field trips. Last time... Last time...

There was a difference between a Black/African-American and a N----r. This person was by all means one of these n----rs. This was just interesting, a tall dumb n----r with a big hammer.

Before Keith could do anything, he saw that a familiar person of Eastern European origin confront the person. He even managed to secure a gun from one of the person. Normally, a gun would do the job.

Keith observed carefully as the rounds from the gun didn't faze that big black man.

"SILLY BITCH, YOUR WEAPONS CANNOT HARM ME!"

Lovely...

"I QUIT SMOKING BITCHES LIKE YOU COLD TURKEY."

"...AND I'M ALL OUT OF FUCKING TURKEY."


Looked like this big black man was going to attack.

Further observing, Keith noticed that the School Captain Mitsuki Park was going to also fight this big black man. This should be interesting.

Then Keith noticed another familiar person that looked to be very injured jump off the hatch to also fight the man. Keith couldn't believe it. The enforcers were making teenagers fight this big black guy with a sledgehammer.

But for some reason Keith's gloves were working again. He looked at his right glove as it glowed crimson red. Then he looked to his left glove that glowed sky blue. Luckily, there was sunlight outside as his left glove absorbed the sunlight.

Keith closed his eyes and took a few breaths. The sunlight absorbed by the left glove converted into energy that went through Keith's bloodstream and into his heart. His heart started to beat a bit faster. He could feel himself become a bit more energized.

With a bit of concentration, Keith's left glove sparked electricity while the right glove ignited flames.

"Guess it's show time," he said to himself. Keith was so tempted to toss every one of these enforcers including the pilot from the helicopter.

With a deep sigh, Keith jumped off from helicopter and landed on the end of what was left of the train car. This was a bit intense.

It looked as if Keith had some sort of death wish. But, he was going to call out this big black man.

"*Bleep* with the big hammer. I have your turkey right here," Keith said holding out his hands.

He would deliver Heaven's Judgment and Hell's Punishment upon that man with the hammer.

[The New Student Dean]

That Fading Soul
Theme Song: Cheshyre Madness - TheOrichalcon

That huge shell of a body... was deteriorating. And he himself knew it. But that didn't matter. He had to fulfill his mission. How sad, that such a person couldn't even be considered a 'man' anymore. No, just another disposable weapon. ...Such a strong body... so much potential---No. Not quite. All artificial. Hah. Pushing a body to such extents.. obviously there was a failsafe that the bastards decided to implement. Funny and ironic. ...He got AIDS by swimming in a pool. Someone had hidden the sign saying, 'POOLS CLOSED'.

...Obviously, of course, this was all staged, unbeknown to him, but that is a tale for another time. No. NIGGA HAD SOME BITCHES TO CRUSH. YAO MING!?

* * * * * * * * * * * * *

A disheveled little girl...

A chink of a man who looked reminiscent of a certain someone's 'Matrix'...

...And a white piece of trash.

Figures.

Oh.

And lets not forget the two helicopters that just shot everything around in sight. ...Not that he could coherently recognize this with verbal lamentation, but...

"SHUT UP."

ONE-THOUSAND NIGGA WATTS!!!

His left arm was already out stretched, the back of his fist, nudging upwards in time to catch the boy who hurling himself at him. An inane look coming over his eyes, as his mouth opened up into a large, crooked grin.[/i]

"Nigger with the big hammer. I have your turkey right here."---

*WHUMPCRASJTINKLETINKLE*

"NU-UH. YOU DID NOT JUST USE 'OUR WORD', BITCH. YO BITCH, YOU STUPID FLY. LEMME PULL UP TO DAT BUMPA AND SMACK DAT MONKEY!"

..That suddenly huge hole that ripped through the metal wall to his left side?

That was Jamal.

..That pair of bleeding, cold hands, with a large chunk of meat holding onto dear life and trying to pull himself back up?

That was "Unfettered".

Just a little demonstration to show how insanely strong this fella was.

"NEVER RELAX AROUND BLACKS." came the wry, wild looking black man, as he suddenly held up his hammer...

---DASH!

Skidding to a stop just a few feet away from the remaining trio, crushing his foot into the 'floor' of the car, he let loose a heavy horizontal swing that would slam all of them around in a much worse manner then even "Unfettered" would have...

"GET THESE MUTHA FUCKIN' SNAKES OFF MY MUTHA FUCKIN' TRAIN!"

---

-EIGHT POSTS UNTIL JAMAL KUNTAKENTE SUCCUMBS TO AIDS. =D

[valekin]

Valekin raised an eyebrow to all this. It wasn't a fight anymore, it was fucking ridiculous. He wasn't going to be funny any more. He was just going to beat the ever loving shit out of this guy. Claw him up real nice, gut him like a fish. The hammer came at him horizontally, it was going to down the three of them. Valekin smiled, and in the split second it took for it all to happen, he had jumped high enough to land on top of the hammer itself, then moved forward to stomp on this guy's head, then hop off to twist around to face the back of him.

Valekin was too fast for him.

With the smirk still there, the Serb slashed at this gargantuan fellow's massive legs. His claws would cut through the flesh, cut the muscles, spill the blood. And then it'd be on. If Valekin was white trash, then this fucker was brown shit.

"You'll be dead soon. Just don't cry like the little girl you are."

[Mitsuki Park]

She muted his words. She would rightfully ignore every word he said because...they were irrelevant, pointless...and stupid.

Come on...

Bumper sticker?..

One thing about this huge, huge guy, was that not only was he slow, but easy to read. His attack came horizontally; a ten year old could probably see this attack and dodge it easily by either jumping up or moving back. In Mitsuki's case, she jumped over it, as if she were jumping rope, and rushed forward. No doubt she was slower than Sensei, but as long as she was faster than her opponent, everything's good. She let go of the shard of glass that bloodied her hand, and firmly kept the knife gripped on her hand like Sensei had taught her. She would approach the huge man a bit off to the side at a slight angle, knife in her left hand; she would strike forward and let the knife dig deep into his lower left quadrant of his abdomen. Mind you, this was not her first time stabbing someone, but a first time doing it purposely, so there was a very short amount of hesitation. She was done playing games.

Her left hand would slide around the handle bar to the right, then grip once again and twist to the left, all happening in a second or two, not even.

Of course, it would be hard for him to see her attack coming simply because Sensei's claws would have already been digging inside of his legs. The pain would, hopefully, blind the huge man momentarily, or direct his attention to Sensei while Mitsuki rushed a bit afterwards, jerking and twisting the knife inside of him. Grip still tight around the handle, she would pull it out and jump away in case he tried to use a counter attack on her; she would not look at the knife, she would not look at the blood on it either.

Instead, her attention would be directed to Thrush; she figured Keith and Sensei would be able to finish the job.

Er...or at least...the missing Thrush.

..meh?

"What the he--"

Ohhh...

She dropped the knife and kicked it away, rushing toward the wall. Well, where else could the huge hole come from? The wind was very strong, especially at the speed the train was going at, though none the less, her bloodied hands - suddenly she was glad to be wearing gloves - gripped onto his wrists to haul him up.

Lemme tell ya, hauling up a person on a moving train, ain't much fun.

["Unfettered"]

Wings

Now, see... in normal circumstances, "Unfettered" might've 'tried' to say something 'cool'. Maybe would've pulled off some sort of strange trick that he had up his sleeve. There was one problem with this, however: He was hanging on for tear life on the sharp, torn-off edges of the train's side. Hell, his feet kept on flailing, to keep away from being torn off from touching one of the roaring wheels, and/or the ground itself.

Sharp intakes of breath. huffing, puffing, trying to kick his legs up. Really, if it wasn't for his gloves, his finger's would've been torn off.. not that they weren't bleeding already. Sharp, peeling metal was just barely keeping him from falling off, but it was weakening. Didn't really help that the wind was blasting at him, blowing open all his cuts and wounds.. drops of blood running off him, bit by bit.. His only eye open, wide, the adrenaline pumping. This was very literally a situation of life and death.

..God, if it wasn't for Poseidon's armor, he could've broken his back. Wincing, as he kicked up again, nearly catching onto the sides, he instead only succeeded in breaking open some exposed skin. Not really a best case scenario.---

Suddenly whirling up, he gave an instinctual kick to help boost himself up, as he was dragged back aboard. Collapsing into a panting fit. Hearing distorted.. as everything about them just came about as 'clicks' 'clangs' and 'OWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOW...' from the incessant, blasting winds. Blood had both opened up as fresh cuts from the sharp winds and debris made themselves apparent on his face, yet, also somewhat hardened. But, in spite of the crisis, he looked about to look at his rescuer.

...Who he'd happen to fall on top of.

---A girl with glasses on---"Mitsu---...?"

Instead of getting embaressed, he stood, albeit shakily, getting to his feet, both hands pulling on her wrists in turn to stand her up. But.. he couldn't hear anything.

Absolutely oblivious to the small streams of blood were running from his numbed ears. Leaned back, suddenly, onto the remaining parts of the wall, trying to get himself out of a sense of vertigo, as he struggled to maintain his Qi to further numb the senses of pain.

---

Status Report:

Statistic Modification:

Strength: 34 x 1.3 (Der Stahl von Schnee: Novice Level)
Dexterity: 23
Constitution: 35 x 1.5 (Der Stahl von Schnee: Novice Level)
Intelligence: 36
Wisdom: 32
Charisma: 30 - 5 (Der Stahl von Schnee: Novice Level Postly Qi Consumption)

Current Statistics:

Strength: 44
Dexterity: 23
Constitution: 53
Intelligence: 36
Wisdom: 32
Charisma: 20

*25% Of Pain Is Numbed
*Landing Of Blows While Qi Is Active = -10% Dexterity (Does Not Stack Per Hit)
*Temperature: 82/100 (Lost Additional Temperature, Due To Outside Exposure)
*Moderately High Vulnerability To Electricity
*Poseidon Chest Plate Effect: Nullifies First Two Hits (One Used)

[Keith]

Before rushing into battle, Keith assessed everything that was going on. There were four things that were a given in terms of fighting this big African-American man with the hammer. Anybody who couldn't see them were obviously stupid.

1. This man lacked intelligence... He lacked strategy and the smarts in this battle. Despite his size and strength, he lacked intelligence. Regardless of size and endurance, one needs intelligence. This man was lacking much in that department.

2. He was strong as hell. The man wielded a sledgehammer to add to the possible damage.

3. He was slow. His attacks and movements were extremely slow. He was lacking in the speed department as well. When attacking, this man would very much leave himself open to any sort of attack.

4. He had a big body. That would leave him to all sorts of attacks.

Like Muhammad Ali said, move like a butterfly and sting like a bee. That was the key to outlasting this juggernaut of a retarded dumbass. Yes, the big man was retarded as fuck. He was talking nonsense. Plus, the man was constantly using profanity.

From what Keith learned, profanity was a linguistic crutch for all illiterate motherfuckers.(OOC: Voice actor Chris Ayres said that in a panel at TandokuCon.)

To start things off, the big man decided to swing his hammer in a horizontal fashion at he, Mitsuki, and the Eastern European person that Keith fought a few times. Though powerful, the movements were pretty slow to Keith.

Keith watched as the first person jump high enough to land on top of the hammer and leap onto the other side and stomp on the person's head. At the same time, Keith would backflip and land on top of one of the chairs in the aisle and stay there. He would further watch the person's next action in regards to fighting this hulk of a man.

Then Keith would witness the same person slashing the back of that hulk's legs.

Now, Keith would then witness Mitsuki tending to another person that looked like Winters. But Keith wasn't sure if it was Winters or not. He hasn't seen him in a while.

Interesting...

From there, Keith would watch what Mitsuki would do next. He would watch to see Mitsuki use a knife attack on the black man.

After those two, it would seem that it was Keith's turn to attack the big man. Keith perfectly knew what he needed to do to attack. Luckily, Keith was much faster than the tall man with the sledge hammer.

Despite being fast, one would have to be careful. At the same time, Keith was getting used to his new gloves that have reduced his speed greatly. It was a good thing that it was sunny today as the sunlight would convert into energy that would pump into Keith's heart making him faster for this fight.

His left glove continued to glow blue as it emitted electricity. His right glove continued to glow red as it emitted fire. There was something about the black stereotype that Keith would use to his advantage.

Taking his chance, Keith would jump off after being perched from one of the seats. He would launch himself at the big black man and perform a somersault. Judging from the man's speed, he would have difficulty blocking it. With the hammer in hand, it would be extremely more difficult.

Keith's intention was to land on top of the big black man. Should that be the case, Keith would tightly scissor lock his legs around the head area. From there, Keith would apply pressure. Keep in mind that you can't hit what you cannot see.

Should Keith be able to do that, he would execute a Holy Electric Punch followed by a Hellish Flame Punch to the top of the big black man's head. Hopefully, this man was the stereotype to use all sorts of hair products such as grease.

Keep in mind that most hair products have alcohol and other chemicals. When they touch something like electricity and/or fire, it's not a pretty sight. That would be Keith's intention to do to the man. Yes, Keith was attempting to set the man's hair on fire.

Should that connect, Keith would follow up with a very risky and suicide move. If the first jump followed by the two punch combination connected, Keith could be an a position to attempt it.

The risky move that Keith would attempt should the first two techniques connect would be the Headscissors Takedown. It's a very popular move in professional wrestling amongst the high-flyers such as Jeff Hardy and Rey Mysterio Jr.

Keith would bend backwards to do a backflip while having his legs locked around the man's head. Due to the man's size and height, it would be very risky to execute the Headscissors Takedown. If the move succeeds, it would put a lot of strain on Keith's leg muscles.

What Keith's intention with the backflip with headscissors, he would attempt to force the man into a somersault motion. Should Keith manage to lift the man up for a forced somersault, he would release his legs and toss the man onto the other side of the train car. This would be one suicidal attack.

[The New Student Dean]

Thats funny. They all disappeared. Didn't even notice that something had jumped onto his hammer---"OOF."

"You'll be dead soon. Just don't cry like the little girl you are."

It didn't even register in the large fellow's mind that he was in pain and/or bleeding. No, wait... wait...

"OW."

"OUCH."

Five seconds... That felt like... the back of both his legs had been stabbed and/or clawed at. Blood was running profusely. Yet, the large man only seemed enraged..---

Suddenly, all he saw was Chink crotch. CHINK CROTCH, AS FAR AS THE EYE COULD SEE...

..Wait.

Chink crotch smells of burning? No, wait... oh, that's just his head. Too bad there wasn't that much hair to go about doing this. The immediate thing, however, was that, he suddenly realized, what was going on. He was choking. Forget the fact that it looked as though his head appeared to be slightly chipped (Chipped?... Not cracked?), and that blood was running freely down it. The chink was trying to lean back. But, instead of succeeding...

"DANG I'M HUGE."
Theme Song: API - Elixir - Geier Arnold (API)

An immense power suddenly created a surrounding crater, that nearly plummeted Jamal to the railroad itself. But.. the train remained strong.

"HUGE... HUGE... GETTING HUGE..."

The reason?

Jamal had suddenly just become three times larger 'HUGE'er. And thus, three times heavier (for some reason, the head remained the same size). The amount of muscle mass that suddenly enveloped him, the forcibly increased bone density... no, no living person could maintain this physical form for a prolonged period of time and live.

..But, maybe he didn't have a long enough time to live?

"POOL'S CLOSED."

'...DUE TO AIDS.' he almost said. But that would be giving away too much.

It was amazing, though. His muscles forcibly reacted, closing around the wounds, so that he could maintain control of his wounded legs, to prevent excessive bleeding. Slowly whirling about.. he raised up his hammer...

AND BEGAN TO DASH TO THE NEXT CAR.

Right now, Keith could probably kept his hold on the big bastard, but that would mean he'd be rammed through two metal walls to get to the next car..

..Upon arrival?

'BANG BANG' MAXWELL'S SILVER HAMMER IT WOULD GO!---

---DESTROYING THE PREVIOUS CAR AND SPLITTING THAT CAR IN HALF.

"SHOOP-DA-WOOP!"

---

-If you get separated, you lose the opportunity to apply for a reward item!
-Rush to the next car!
-You may attempt to slow him down, but adhere to priority, if you wish to maintain your item applicability!
-Strength & Constitution has been doubled!
-Wisdom, Intelligence, & Dexterity have all dropped to 4-5!
-Jamal is now 3x a larger hitting-target!
- Its recommended to just try hitting him, instead of grappling him.
-Jamal's weight has tripled!
-You may attempt to copy his Qi, but constitution and strength will be halved for two weeks after usage (Primarily Aimed At @ Mitsuki)!
-SEVEN POSTS UNTIL JAMAL KUNTAKENTE SUCCUMBS TO AIDS. =D