Correctional Facility: Break Out

[seishounohana]

She looked away from the light as it bored itself onto her eyes, burning her lightly from within her mind. It was the most light she had been subject to for a while, and it blinded her for almost a second -- waking her from her thoughts and making her stand for a defensive position.

Not another one! Please let it not be so!

"...I'm here to watch you pee."

"Ha..."

...

"AHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA!!" Emily laughed. Her laughter was more or less maniacal, as she had snapped weeks ago. "So you're here to watch me pee~?! HAHAHAHHA~!"

She face downward, letting her hair cover her face to hide that smile on it. Her eyes would continue to face towards the man, concentrating more on him than the light.

"... I have no problem with that, but--" Emily's face slowly raised itself, the grin still on her face. Her eyes though, were blank... glazed over...

What had just happened?!

"Guess what?" The man would feel that the entire room had become as hot as a desert, "The voices are telling me to kill you~!

The air around Emily would be at a deathly temperature of 43 degrees Celsius, it was enough to wear someone out with time... and Emily was more or less still 'immune' to the effects of her own Qi at this point in time.

A laugh would resound on the room before Emily backflipped, sending invisible blades of hot, searing wind at the weird-looking man.

Let's see how that would fare, first.

[Masaru]

"I CAN HAZ RAEP NAO!?"

After jump kicking the naked dude, Masaru quickly jumped back, assessing his surroundings. Masaru, half sane, half mad from the sight in front of him, quickly calmed himself, for when he was mad he couldn't look at the situation calmly, what did his teachings say?

"rule 13 - Know Your Enemy: The Intelligence Strategy."

Masaru uttered under his breath, as this guy rushed towards him. He quickly studied his opponent, glad the cake/cream was still covering him, but not daring to look below the legs. Masaru quickly held back a vomit as his mind wandered. This guy seemed not very intelligent, so perhaps Masaru could outsmart him. Besides that, from the kick to the gonads, this guy didn't seem to flinch. So he has a lot of constitution. he seemed to be the same speed as Masaru, unless he wasn't using his whole speed to rush towards him.

Masaru quickly sidestepped the lunge towards him, as the guy hopefully rushed past him, Masaru would slam his foot in a hook motion towards this guys ankle. If this succeded, this guy would end up doing some sort of half flip, hit the ground, and, with the cake and frosting still on him, slide fairly fast head first or so into the wall, hopefully either knocking him out or make him out of it enough so that Masaru could quickly rush on top of him and, grabbing his neck with both hands, begin pulling upwards with all his might, hopefully to cut off blood flow to his opponents head or cutting off his air long enough to knock him out. Masaru would only go through with this combo if his opponent was properly tripped, and lieing face-down on the ground.

[Reverend (Dots) Teyfour]

"AH-HAHA! YOU'RE FUCKED NOW, LITTLE BITCH. Death to an Enforcer is results in execution, fo sho'!"

Pound, Pound, Pound,... the rush felt good.... oh so good, i felt my aura raging, i felt my blood boiling, and... and the PATHETIC idiot who believes he can KILL me, Pound, Pound, Pound,... the war drums beat strong, I AM THE IRON WOLF AND ALL WHO GO AGAINST ME SHALL DIIIIIIEEEEEE,
I back away after, those sMaLL kills, back in to the shadows, of my demonic land, my eyes do me well, Pound, Pound, Pound,... to me it is bright as day, and i see the pathetic fool, shove somthing in to his knecK,

YELP!

His aura suddenly became violent and strong, Tick TOck Tick TOck, his life clock, I shall soon stop, I Must feel the rush again, Oh the Beautiful, Lushious, RUSH,Pound, Pound, Pound,... Out of the corner of my eye I spot somthing sharp looking near one of the dead enforcers body, I felt my yellow aura RamPAging and i lept forward on all fours, with the spped of a hell hound and grapped two red canisters with sharp needleds and launched my self in to the air like a cursed bat from the deapths of nightmares, and attempted to stick them in to the cheast of the enforcer.Pound, Pound, Pound,... the Pathetic WASTE

" I AM THE IRON WOLF AND I SHALL DRINK YOUR DEATHS BLOOD WITH MY CHICKEN NOOODLESSSS"

"ARR AR ARUHRUUUU"

I howled ar the Hellish Beast I had become, all shall feel my rage....

[Your Mom~]

Death Of A Child – Rising Tension

"Jaaaa... Experiment #0381? "Jin", ja? Some of ze boys here are saying you might need some 're-educating' az to how zings vork around here..." the German said, hands in his large, black coat's pockets, as he looked around with a slight smile at his face, stepping on one of the few bodies the boy had left in his wake. Jin looked up at this smiling demon with vengeance in his eyes, mouth taut, fists clenched, and a few broken needles sticking out of him in various ways.

"I am NOT putting up with anymore of this bullshit. Take me back to Grandpa---Or else," the killing aura spilling out of this little punk.

The German looked on at this defiant child, subtely slipping his hands out of his pockets, a slow fire stirring, growing from his back. A small stack of smoke could be visibly seen, as the Enforcer Lieutenant menaced closer, with that same smile that screamed of uncalled for horrors. Even the boy, even Jin could sense the drastic change of the flow in which the danger was heading towards. “Oh, I vill take you to see das grand-papy soon.”

“Real soon.”

Suddenly, the man’s hand rushed up. There was a blinding light, followed by an intense heat---

Within 5 Posts/Rounds, Das "Feur" Mann Will Make His Appearance!

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Amtrum

...Upon arrival, the other experiments also decided they wanted to take a shit as well. For the sake of not wanting to get anyone particularly angry, the Enforcers decidedly joined in. Loud talking ensued, as Amtrum sat there on his toilet seat, pants up, waiting for everyone to shut up so he could get the glass he'd stored in there and turn this about. But he had to be careful in how he went about this---The experiments there... well... An apparent set of wild cards were present here.

Teyfour

" I AM THE IRON WOLF AND I SHALL DRINK YOUR DEATHS BLOOD WITH MY CHICKEN NOOODLESSSS"

"ARR AR ARUHRUUUU"

Watching in disbelief as he jumped on right past the two other meat shields, he lunged out both his arms to catch the annoying punk-ass-bitch, but to no avail---“BYAAAAAAA…A---A---A…”

A stupid look came over the man’s face, as his mouth went slack, the boy having injected two red canisters---DIRECTLY INTO HIS HEART.
“…Huge…”

“…HUGE…”

“GETTING HUGE.”

Staring in disbelief, the two Enforcers watched as their commanding officer subconsciously began to activate his Qi. Beginning to side-step, they began to run to each side of the corridor, not wanting to get caught in the middle of this melee---And as the man raised up his suddenly foot-longer arms, hunched forward, and clapped forward, in an attempt to smash the annoying Ramen-punk-ass kid in between his huge arms. Huge arms. HUGE.

HUGE.

Black Enforcer's Statistics:
Strength: 41 + 10 = 51 x 1.5 (Qi) = 77
Dexterity: 41 x 0.2 (Qi) = 8
Constitution: 71 x 1.5 (Qi) = 107
Intelligence: 41 x 0.1 (Qi) = 4
Wisdom: 41 x 0.15 (Qi) = 6
Charisma: 41 – 20 (Qi) =21

Dropped Canisters:
1 Red (+5 Strength Each)
1 Green (+5 Constitution Each)
2 Blue (+5 Dexterity Each)

deBogart

What was I doing? Honestly? Call it guilt. I knew damn well what I was doing. Rebelling against orders. I knew their rights. Yet I pressed on, even when caught by these three… rabble-rousers. But I was of equal strength with Wes. And with a quick glance at Hal, it was obvious he was reaching for his canisters already. Already. For goodness sake, this was going to turn out far more ugly than what was necessary in my regards. My hope was already beginning to dwindle---A foot went crashing into the poor man’s hands, sending both canisters flying behind them, as I could hardly believe what I was seeing.

“Shit! Treason!---Faaaack---”

Simply amazing. One kick after another, not only knocking the canisters in Hal’s hands out of the way, but thoroughly winding him several times over, knocking back his fri---Ah. Christopher Rodriguez. Or just Chris… Queer sort of fellow. Never liked him, strange habits, that man. But right now was not the time to dawdle. My compatriot had decidedly got himself more than a little distracted watching both Hal and Chris both getting knocked back, their feet digging into the ground---Or perhaps trying to look at the girl’s crotch as she was spinning about like a graceful ballerina. Sick bastard.

I took the time to stomp on his shin with my right, his obviously painful reaction giving me an opening, as his jaw dropped. Bringing both my hands to his wrist, I rammed my shoulder into his gut, winding him, and brought my hands down, bending my knees and using the momentum to flip Wes into the air, and face-first into the ground. He groaned---he wasn’t out just yet. This was crazy.

“Girl…” for a lack of knowing her name, “Why are you still here?”

Don’t get me wrong. I was grateful. Even gave her the warmest smile I’d given anyone in a good decade, aside from my own boy. But Chris and Hal were already getting back to their feet, and Wesley was already in a crouching position. “You don’t need to get involved any further… it’ll be worse if you do---” turning that “do” into a grunt, as I pivoted around to give lunging punch at Wesley’s quickly rising head, I missed by a few, just knocking his ear a bit. Grunting suddenly he lunged at my legs, I fell over, giving out a large gasp for air, as I landed on my back---hard.

Kneeing forward with my right leg before he could consolidate his grasp on my legs, I used my free foot to slam on his head several times---As Hal, getting a second wind, shot a sharp kick at the girl, with Chris running behind him to try and give me a kick in the head, my hands going up to protect it.

“..Oh, for Pete’s sake!---ARGH.”

'Grandpa' Lauro Statistics
Strength: 35
Dexterity: 35
Constitution: 35
Intelligence: 35
Wisdom: 35
Charisma: 35

Hal's Statistics
Strength: 35
Dexterity: 35
Constitution: 35
Intelligence: 35
Wisdom: 35
Charisma: 35

Wesley's Statistics
Strength: 35
Dexterity: 35
Constitution: 35
Intelligence: 35
Wisdom: 35
Charisma: 35

Chris's Statistics
Strength: 35
Dexterity: 35
Constitution: 35
Intelligence: 35
Wisdom: 35
Charisma: 35

Dropped Items:
-1 Red Canisters (+5 Strength)
-1 Green Canisters (+5 Constitution)
-1 Blue Canisters (+5 Dexterity)

Cunningham

There was actually a cereal that had an extremely appropriate theme song to go along with this. Which one?

*SNAPCRACKLEPOP*

"EYAAAUUUUGGGHHHHH!!!!!!"

Even in spite of seeing the attack only at the last moment, this man couldn't even grasp for his tazer right off the bat, until after she'd gone and broken his arm and crushed his fingers, as he shot blindly, just grazing her. But he was incapacitated, and the pain was overwhelming, his bones literally locking into place that he was stuck at the door as thus, as another shot at her, this one apparently hitting the girl's neck.

"BITCH, BITCH, BITCH--EYAARARAFUCKINGHELL!!!"

"Calm down... we'll get the welder---After we take care of these two.---GARRCLLK"

Stabbed. Freaking stabbed. That was it, the other two looked incredulously. They didn't even bother opening the cell door, they just upholstered their tazers as well, pulling out their batons as well. An angry rebuttal was prepped up, one of the guards about to fire---when something odd happened. The girl's Qi started working up. The Enforcers looked at each other, as one of them went to help out their stabbed comrade, who was more or less alright. The bleeding wasn't stopping around his stomach, though, and the one at the cell door, while unconscious due to the sheer amount of sustained pain, still held onto the remote, the nerves in his broken elbow misinterpreting the messages (or lack thereof) they were receiving. All the while, the boy stood, wide-eyed, as the girl looked at their captors wildly, defiantly, condescendingly

Almost comical. Almost.

All the boy could do was shudder in ever increasing horror at more than one thing. Yet… there was something inside this girl that stirred up an old feeling. Not that he knew what it was, but Hobbes was more than aware.---Suddenly, she threw hands at him, trying to pull away his wrists from his head. He whined in protest, much to a shriller sound. “Suck it up kid…”

---His forehead still hurt. But the potential electricity was gleaning through as much as it used to---

“SIS’!”

Oh, but God, his head pounded, yet she still held onto his neck brace. How did she get a grasp of the situation so quickly? Regardless, Calvin immediately recognized this act of selflessness, in spite of the splitting pain in his head.

…The bear moved.

“…Don’t worry Sis’… don’t worry…” suddenly hugging onto her, trying to be comforted and trying to comfort, his eyes closed, head clinging to her shoulder.

“…Hobbes will take care of ‘em.”

Fur began to stand up on the bear, as the veins began to pound visibly on the boy’s forehead, his pain increasing by the second.

---*SLAM*

Suddenly ramming at breakneck speed, the small bear shoved the cell door off its hinges, pushing back all of the enforcers who had been hurting/standing there. And unfortunately, breaking the neck of the man in control of the remote. The electricity flow increased.

---*SHOVE*

Pushing at her, trying to get her away from him, he winced, his entire body shaking in turn, but putting on a brave grin, even as his head continued to visibly pound.

“I wanna go home, Sis’… can you please help me get home, Sis’?”

…But even as he stood up, body shaking, but still able to get to his feet, the bear walking amongst the many knocked out bodies, shadows appeared, from both sides.

“Oh… Now, now, now, now… We can’t have very well have that, now, can we?”

Calvin's Statistics:
Strength: 15
Dexterity: 25
Constitution: 15 – 1 = 14
Intelligence: 20
Wisdom: 10
Charisma: 117 - 3 = 114

Qi Ability: Intermediate Telekinesis (Untitled Qi Ability)
-Consumes 3 Charisma For Every Post Hobbes Is Controlled For.
-Psychic Shoving Consumes 5 Charisma Per Use (Equal To 50 Non-Harmful Strength).
-Levitating Small Random Objects Consumes 2 Charisma Per Usage Per Object.

Hobbes's Statistics:
Strength: 45
Dexterity: 45
Constitution: 40
Intelligence: 40
Wisdom: 40
Charisma: 40

Note: Because he’s killed his guarding Enforcer, Calvin will now lose 1 Constitution every turn, until it hits 0 (knockout and/or death). Also, the three enforcers that were knocked out are not dead, and will continue pursuit if/when they begin to rouse. There is currently a scientist on both ends of the hallway, the left one accompanied by two more enforcers, the one on the right with just one enforcer.

Dropped Items:
-2 Red Canisters (+5 Strength)
-3 Green Canisters (+5 Constitution)
-3 Yellow Canisters (+2 All Statistics)
-1 Purple Canister (Cancels Out One O.D.)
-3 Blue Canisters (+5 Dexterity)
-4 Dropped Batons
-One Unused Tazer
-One Still Working Radio

Masaru

“You traitors… who do we work for? That old bastard, or Barker!?---Forget it. We’re under attack… Join with Patrol B3, I’ll tend to this mess.”

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"rule 13 - Know Your Enemy: The Intelligence Strategy."

*WHBAM!*

While Tinky Winky missed by a yard, just as he was about to make contact with the wall, a hook kick came propelling him even further forth, backwards-frontal flip as the foot came sailing into the back of his ankle---SLAMMING the top of his head into the ground---

---But his hands had caught onto the floor, even with the sticky cream whirling about (…which everyone was hoping at this point, was still icing…), and began to do a crazy upside-down tornado kick (much akin to Chun Li or Sanji from One Piece), before facing forward toward the wall mid-spin and suddenly redirecting his momentum there, his legs coming out to catch him on the wall. Even as he impacted into the cement-rubber wall, his body began to curl towards it, like a spring getting coiled up, the momentum meant to shoot him straight at the strange whispering boy---

“AIDS MISSILE ATTAAACCKK!!!---”

“Get out of the way, kid.”

“It has gotten out of hand.”

Side-stepping in front of the kid, as the cell door open and closed behind him, as he pulled his black glove on, he suddenly rushed a punch forward, to make contact with those groping hands, electricity pouring out of it---

A blinding light, followed by the sound of recharging electricity filled the air. Tinky Winky was smoldering on the wall, black smoke coming from his body, but he began to move. “Tch…”

“…This is getting troublesome. WR#032 always was a tough one to handle…” giving a sidelong glance to the kid, as if to say, the obvious.

…They were going to have to work together to take this bastard down.

Tinkie-Winky's Statistics:
Strength: 30
Dexterity: 30
Constitution: 300 – 11% = 267
Intelligence: 10
Wisdom: 1
Charisma: 0

Unnamed Elite Enforcer’s Statistics:
Strength: 45
Dexterity: 45 + 5 = 50
Constitution: 45
Intelligence: 45
Wisdom: 45
Charisma: 45 – 5 Charisma

Unnamed’s Item: Blossoming Storm Strike (+5 Dexterity, Allows User To Use ‘Lightning God’s Blessing’
[Materials: 10x Studs (1.0 lb), 3x Leather (3 lbs), 4x Wire Metal (2 lbs)]

Unnamed’s Qi: ‘Lighting God’s Blessing’
Description: Sacrificing a certain amount of Charisma, that percentage out of that current total used will (provided it makes contact), subtract that percent from the target’s constitution.

Santos

“Ha... AHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA!!” the crazy girl laughed. But the giant of a man showed neither disinterest nor interest, aside from mild complacency of primitive forethought at what would, under normal circumstances, be considered erratic behavior. But he’d seen far, far worse in his time. “So you're here to watch me pee~?! HAHAHAHHA~!”

“Yes. I’m glad we have that established.” he replied nonchalantly with his bored eyes boring into her, undressing her with his mind.

“... I have no problem with that, but---Guess what?”

“Must I?” more or less still bored, raising his pinky and digging it into his ear, rubbing it about to grate off the ear wax that was collecting gradually.

"The voices are telling me to kill you~!”

“…Kinda… um… getting hot in here…” Oh lordy. He had to deal with another Qi user. Already, he was sweating like a grizzly bear in the Bahamas. As amusing as that thought of change of scenery was for him, however, he was not completely off his top, as he subtely reached down for the concrete floor, dug into it with his strength like silly putty, and pulled it up, much like unrolling a paper towel roll, the heat slashes cutting deep into the picked up ground. Tilting his head boredly, he gave it a sudden heave, and pushed hard, the floor continuing to roll up, heading straight for Emily, as he stuck to using his free hand to pick his nose, sucking the ear wax off his pinky all the while.

Jean "Roid" Luc's Statistics:
Strength: ITS OVER NINE-THOUSAAAAAAND!!!
Dexterity: 1
Constitution: 60
Intelligence: 35
Wisdom: 25
Charisma: 40

Graff

Experiment #280 had not been showing any progress at all. At the moment, his body was completely inert, feeding and test tubes sticking out of his body, as the four remaining scientists watched over his body, occasionally attempting to inject something new to trigger some sort of stimulus, but his threshold of pain had long been surpassed a while ago. Alive, yet not, he was strapped to the wall with metal rings holding his body up, his only means of privacy being a medical loin cloth covering him. The tension in the air had a… a very, very… disturbed feeling to it.

Note: This room is hidden. You will need luck or the moderator’s whimsy to allow you to find this place---or to RP checking out all the areas.

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Moderator Note: 2 Enforcers Have Arrived To This Thread (27 Enforcers Total)

Overall Thread Statistics:
-16 Engaged/Engaging/Confirmed Enforcers (59%)
-3 Enforcer Casualties (11%)
-10 Engaged/Engaging/Confirmed Scientists (100%
-0 Scientist Casualties (0%)
-4 Confirmed Experiments

HINT: Your chances for survival are very low. Grouping up is a large recommendation.

[Bastille Amtrum]

It all seemed so slow motion for Bastille. Everything seemed so slow moving. Her eyes followed every muscle twitch in a semi closed universe. As if everything moved like falling snow. Slow, cold and distant. Crimson fiery eyes observed everything carefully.

The hands of a child pushing her back into the room. The cold tile floor. Everything. It was all in silence, she could not hear a thing. Her qi was effecting the her hearing? No it was just a side effect of the contacts. Her eyes where using all her sensory equipment in her brain. She smirked as the boy mouthed the word of kin, as he fought to protect her in return. She watched it all in slow motion as the agony was written on his face.

“Ion….Ion….like Leon…except…Ion…kid…is your name Ion?” she asked into the turmoil of the room in a nonchalant tone. However she was sure the crashing of bar and the breaking and snapping of bones that should be heard by all where drowning out the sounds she made. She could only hear herself speak. And the world was silent again. She moved quietly to stand. Her sword tightly in her hands as her lion stood by her side. Her qi radiating off her body in a fiery like way. The lion growled and roared as it jumped onto the metal that the bear pushed onto the men. Bastille watched as canisters feel to the ground in silence. Their metal frame should have made sound.

Suddenly she heard everything at once. It was like static on a TV. one minute silence as the TV. tried to pick up signal the next static, and the blazing noise that came with it. She heard everything that went on around her and more. She could sense it. A break in was it? People had come to the correctional facility…their purpose she did not know but she had a good guess. Her lion roared at all. The qi almost taking on a purely physical appearance. However is boar no weight as it was just pure energy.

Suddenly the static, everything blurry and closed off was shattered as Bastilles evil chuckle filled the air. She stepped onto the metal the bear held down upon the men. Crushing it more with her own weight. At first she face the wall opposite her cell. Her hair covering her face. However she slowly and almost ghost like turned to face the scientist. A clever smirk played her lips. However her eyes glared dark hell fire at the scientist. She kept her eyes on him as she went to pick up a few things dropped. First was the canisters. She kept one of each except for the blue to which she took two. All the rest where thrown over her shoulder to the kid. She could hear his cries as the strain on his body grew too much. She however kept her eyes on the scientist. Her next item was the batons in which one by one threw so that they landed one by one imbetween the bars of the old door to land on the remaining members being crushed by the bear and her weight.

Next she picked up the taser which she threw the boy immediately. Swords remained her only style until she found a gun that actually shot steal bullets. Her hand still clutched her sword tightly. Her lips curled up in the evil, hair raising smirk. The last item she picked up was closer to the scientist. She picked up the radio. She quite open pulled down her shirt to reveal the top part of her chest and shoved the radio into her cleavage. It would at least stay put there, she knew. She then gripped her sword and began to walk back. Turning away from the scientist she ran into the cell again and ripped off her pant leg up to her thigh quickly using it to tie the canisters to the boy. She then gave him a very stern look.

“listen to me! Suck it up, take the canisters and the ball of fluff with you and run towards the opposite two enforcers. Make it past them, and find the people fighting the enforcers. People have just broken in here to get us out…go and find them…bring them back here…don’t fail me kid…use this taser to defeat your enemies when your bear runs out of juice there” she said and then stood up pushing him to the door. She blocked off his exit should he want to stay and fight the scientist. Bastille walked back out of the cell taking what seemed to be stunned silence to turn and look at the new men surrounding the scientist. She began to bear down her weight as the men under the cell door groaned and shouted trying to grab at her legs now. One succeeded to worm his arm that way however she lifted her foot and smashed her own foot down onto his hand smashing it against the bars and braking his wrist. The bone should have been popping out of his arm through his veins. Bastille would let the blood soak onto her should that be the case. But their dexterity seemed descent.

She didn’t turn to see what the kid did but instead began to observe each and every muscle movement. Her eyes stayed on the scientist however as she smirked at him. She took the canisters and removed the needles. Still smirking she placed each one carefully one by one to her neck. She shot the liquid into her body and her body twitched at every needle. She hated needles. Everything was to fuel her body. Blood trickled slowly down her pale neck to stain her shirt. Her crimson eyes continued to stare straight ahead. Her body immediately reacted with a painfully high fever that seemed to erupt from no where. Her breathe foggy and heating up, this fever was dangerously high…too high. Yet there she stood completely focused as sweat beaded down her forehead.

“the show must go on…” she taunted. Her sword coming up in the classic saber fencing battle formation.

“touché?” she questioned with an alluring voice. Darkness clouded her face. She looked blood thirsty again. Her body was in the ready position her lion growling furiously behind her. She could not see it. Only feel her qi vibrating off her body. Like waves of numbness. Her body felt like it too was slowly going numb. The effects of her stronger qi? She did not know and her body began to shift to counter it. She wondered if she could.

However she readied herself with a battle of the enforcers.

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Bastilles Stats:
Strength: 30 + 5 = 35 + 2 = 37
Dexterity: 26 + 10= 36 +2 = 38
Constitution: 17 + 5= 22 +2 = 24
Intelligence: 25 + 2 = 27
Wisdom: 24 + 2 = 26
Charisma: 30 + 2 = 32

[Masaru]

“AIDS MISSILE ATTAAACCKK!!!---”

As this nude dude starts twirling towards Masaru, suddenly this crazy-hair dude jumps in front of him.

“Get out of the way, kid.”

Sounded like a decent idea. Masaru side-stepped to be several feet to the side of the crazy-hair dude, who seemed to be an ally?

“It has gotten out of hand.”

Suddenly, a blinding light... The light seemed to change something in Masaru... Everything looked and seemed the same, but for some reason, it felt different...

{(Beginner Level Qi UNLOCKED!!!)}

The next thing Masaru saw was a smoldering cake dude... He was still conscious, and seemed not at all fazed... But, it seemed all, if not most, of the cake was burnt off! Luckily, there was enough or a crispy layer to cover most of his body... Phew!

“…This is getting troublesome. WR#032 always was a tough one to handle…”

After saying this, the dude glanced at Masaru as to say 'obviously' and it also seemed like they were both going to be working together to take this dude down.

"To get through the hardest journey we need take only one step at a time, but we must keep on stepping"

Masaru mutters, edging closer to this crazy hair guy.

"In war, numbers alone confer no advantage. We must act as one and work together to defeat our enemy."

Masaru says to the hair guy, taking a defencive pose as he stares at the cake dude.

"Since you, apparently, know more about this... WR#032? I believe you should shape our plan into defeating him. Guide us to victory!"

Masaru says to this guy, unaware that once the hair dude starts to move, Masaru is going to get one heck of a head ache.

[seishounohana]

“…Kinda… um… getting hot in here…”

Of course it was.

More or less, though Emily's ability to go distances was an advantage to her -- it would be inevitable for her to approach her opponent. Attacks at a distance can be more or less stopped...

For now... A quick assessment at the current situation: Emily had just landed on the floor and there was concrete flooring rolling towards her at increasing speeds.

To deal with the cement floor like that would require quite a bit of strength. Hmm... it seems Emily would have to avoid being hit at all costs--

--- or Maybe...

Emily pivoted herself quickly, taking one or two steps forward and punching the rolling concrete dead on. The forces of both would create such an explosive impact that the area around the girl would be shrouded by a cloud of dark black bits of concrete powder. This would prevent this man from seeing where she was coming from and when she was going to strike...

Using the noise from the settling debris to hide her footsteps, she would seemingly appear from the enforcer's left side, quickly running towards him and aiming for a punch for his right shoulder. Emily was more or less counting on her strength plus speed.

After the said punch, Emily would backflip again -- and like earlier, send more blades of wind as she would return to her previous location.

The Hit and Run Tactic.

Hopefully, she was fast enough for such thing to work.

Emily's Stats
STR - 50
DEX - 45
CON - 34
INT - 30
WIS - 41
CHA - 40


I think I went overboard. Please tell me if this needs revising xD;

[Reverend (Dots) Teyfour]

HA HA HEEe... Oh crap,.....
Pound, Pound, Pound...... this is gonna be fun, FeElin the full force of the wardrums i began to laugh, The second i plunged the canister in to the heart, his warm, deelllllisssious heart....his aura flared and he became huge.... FLASH.... Pound, Pound, Pound...... i felt his aura flare and leaping back soaring like a bat out of the deapest cavitys of hell, i bearly avoided his massisive arms trying to crush me,... landing like a gracefull Harpy of Hadies army, i looked at the corpes glisting....glisteniiing of blood at my feet....Pound, Pound, Pound......reacting of pure instict we.... I lept once again on all fours tward the head of the foolish mortal this time with two of the expandable batons from the dead enforcers.....haaaa the Rush feelss sooooo good, AR AR ARURUUUU, attemping to plunge the batons in to the eyes of the Idoit the Empty headed, monkey brained, meat......my ..m....my lunch Pound, Pound, Pound......if the batons hit the mark and splatered his eyes, i would expand them to plunge in to his brain like the spears of a HEllish ConDEMed imp in to a sinners DAmmeD SOUL.......

" YOur Flesh SHALLL TaSte Oh SO GOOOODDDD.."

[olesya]

“Shit! Treason!---Faaaack---”

As the goons fell back, Olesya finished her spinning kick, her feet returning to the ground and she straightened up, assessing the situation. 2 out of 3 were on the ground reeling, the strange canister things were out of arms reach, and the old guy was tusseling with the 3rd goon. The old man took out goon number 3 and threw him through the air, meeting the ground with a painful looking face plant. Ouch.

“Girl…Why are you still here?”

He smiled though, as he said this, almost like he was grateful that she was fighting his coworkers. Why would he be grateful? Well it seemed pretty clear that he didn't like them, so why did he work for them? Olesya wasn't one to ask questions right now, as she turned to face him and shrugged, unable to think of a good answer. She could run now, bolt down the hallway and out into...wherever, and eventually find a way out.

“You don’t need to get involved any further… it’ll be worse if you do---”

True, but it wasn't getting any better either, at least not yet. As he spoke he punched out at the guy who she'd just tossed, missing by a hair. The oaf lunged at his legs and tackled the old man to the ground. The other two goons had gotten back to their feet and were on the offense again, one going for the old man and the other for Les.

“..Oh, for Pete’s sake!---ARGH.”

Olesya ducked as her attacker sent a kick in her direction, arms over her head, his foot nicking her tricep. Now she was in a semi crouched position with her arms up in a guard protecting her head, the buffoon less than 3 feet from her, moving to attack again. Tensing her body she lunged at him, headbutting him in the stomach with her arm guard still up, retreating to her original position just as fast.

From there she shot out with her right foot into a heel kick at his knee, and with her right leg now up and bent, leaping and using her right leg as leverage as her left leg shot up in a roundhouse kick to the face. The combination would take no more than a few seconds, each move flowing into the next.

Turning to the old man, she spotted her first attacker moving in to kick him in the head. So much for kicking a man while he's down, ja? In a very short sprint she reached the trio, using the run to build up momentum to spring from the ground, a right flying kick to the face would seem appropriate to barrel over Chris. Since she was in the air she came down on top of him, pinning his arms to the ground with her knees she loomed over him. Then it was the good ol' 1-2 to the face, just to be classy.

[Your Mom~]

Inevitable, Foreboding, Creeping Shadows
Theme Song: Darksong2 by Cheshyre
Images Taken From "Zetaman"

"GRAAAAAAMMPPPS...!---"

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"Jaaaa..." tossing the body to the side, letting it slam hard against the wall.

Those lifeless eyes just staring at the dark ceiling, the darkness reflected back in it, through that blood-crusted face, as the rest of his body slowly smoldered with the dying flames.

Within 4 Posts/Rounds, Das "Feur" Mann Will Make His Appearance!

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Amtrum

Getting slightly impatient, he reached down and pulled out the glass shards. It made a suspicious sound, which caused some strange rousing from the others, but after a moment's pause, they decided to ignore it. Why the pause?

Well, because Mr. Amtrum, after squatting in this position for so long, and listening to everyone else do so, finally had to... uh, follow suit, shall we say?

Teyfour

*SPLAT*

"PUWAAAHH!!!"

" YOur Flesh SHALLL TaSte Oh SO GOOOODDDD.."

Using his left hand to slowly but surely deflect the (from his point of view) left baton, it scratched into the palm of his HUGE hand, but the HUGE right eye was not so lucky, receiving a HUGE wound into his HUGE pupil, causing him to break out into a HUGE cry of HUGE pain.

Slapping his HUGE left hand to try and swat away the damn pesk, he'd be fast enough to at least prevent the right baton from from injecting into his HUGE (but, admittedly, quite empty) head.

Bringing his HUGE hands up into HUGE dukes, both of them cover up his face in an awkward, but HUGE boxing style, Jamal used his right fist for a moment to pluck out the baton, followed up by a HUGE river of blood.

Then... much to the horror of his compatriots, who were still standing on either side of the corridor, to make sure this didn't get 'too' out of hand, the man began to stomp his feet, left, right, left, right...

“DANG I'M HUGE.”

And with that, he charged at the boy, completely intending on slamming in the cell on him.

...Due to the massiveness of his body, the only choice to to avoid getting caved in, with the ceiling falling on top would be to either go between his legs, which would take a lot of skill... or...

Go through his HUGE. Literally. Emphasis on the huge. As in huge bones, huge muscles, huge body overall. Huge. HUGE.

HUGE.

Black Enforcer's Statistics:
Strength: 41 + 10 = 51 x 1.5 (Qi) = 77
Dexterity: 41 x 0.2 (Qi) = 8
Constitution: 71 x 1.5 (Qi) = 107
Intelligence: 41 x 0.1 (Qi) = 4
Wisdom: 41 x 0.15 (Qi) = 6
Charisma: 41 – 20 (Qi) =21

Dropped Canisters:
1 Red (+5 Strength Each)
1 Green (+5 Constitution Each)
2 Blue (+5 Dexterity Each)

deBogart

Just from the corner of my guarded-up face, as that infernal black boot came crashing down again and again, as I kicked with similar ferocity at the bastard who was still hanging on me, I watched as the girl rushed in underneath Hal's kick, barely dodging it, and turning it into a full-on counter with a headbutt to the gut. "Excell---Grag...!" as my guard had loosened for a moment enough for me to receive a slight cut across my forehead. But it was shallow, and the pain, while sharp, was all superficial, after all. Even I knew I was a little more 'hard-headed' then the average old coot. But I do regret the fact that I didn't get to see Hal stumble back in surprise, seeing his own momentum being used against him. But he'd fall flat on his ass, as his knee would get stomped pretty badly at an already bad angle, followed up with a satisfying *CRUNCH* to the face.

Oh, Hal would be down for a bit. Not out, but when breathing's impaired, it makes things a helluva lot easier. Not that I knew that at the time, I was too busy trying not to get both my guard and my face crushed completely from the repetitive stomps I was receiving.---

*WHAM*

Holy cow. And this isn't exactly India. Doing some sort of a curl up, as I gave another kick to Wes's face. Actually, truth be told, I knew he was holding me down, but I hadn't given too much thought to how he himself might actually be holding up, since we were all too busy kicking each other in the face. Poor guy. Still, he was still concious, so doing a slight roll/crawl to him, I did one final downward punch. The sleep would do the boy good.

Definitely not common, but I recognized the sound of breaking bone. And that sounded like his nose saying 'Good-bye!' in a hurry. Honestly, kids have no sense of self-preservation these days.

"One down...---GIRL, WATCH OUT!"

Chris had his guard up, as he was receiving blow after blow, but that hard-breathing bastard, Hal, had already gotten up, breathing heavily from his mouth. He'd grabbed hold of his baton, and was slowly making his way for the girl, he began running. Strangely, I found myself running too.---

*WHACK*

...I fell forward, arms going about as I landed hard on Chris's legs, both my legs shooting out from underneath me as I sat behind the girl, quickly bringing my arms up behind my head as to provide some cover.

"For goodness sake... I don't---AHHHN!...---mean to hurry you, but could you?"

...Even then, Chris was slowly beginning to catch onto the rhythm of the punches with his blocks, as he suddenly he'd try to do a right-swing, and a left-swing, and continue to punch, in spite of getting hit in the face. And he was getting hit hard, but he couldn't utilize his momentum too much with two people on him, thankfully... The girl had to pull off something more decisive if she didn't want her shield to break down behind her.

Damn. I really am an old hypocrite, aren't I?

'Grandpa' Lauro Statistics
Strength: 35
Dexterity: 35
Constitution: 35
Intelligence: 35
Wisdom: 35
Charisma: 35
Items:
-3 Green Canisters (+5 Constitution)

Hal's Statistics
Strength: 35
Dexterity: 35
Constitution: 35
Intelligence: 35
Wisdom: 35
Charisma: 35

Wesley's Statistics
Strength: 35
Dexterity: 35
Constitution: 35
Intelligence: 35
Wisdom: 35
Charisma: 35

Chris's Statistics
Strength: 35
Dexterity: 35
Constitution: 35
Intelligence: 35
Wisdom: 35
Charisma: 35

Dropped Items:
-1 Red Canisters (+5 Strength)
-1 Green Canisters (+5 Constitution)
-1 Blue Canisters (+5 Dexterity)
-3 Yellow Canisters (+2 All Statistics)

Cunningham

“Ion….Ion….like Leon…except…Ion…kid…is your name Ion?”

The boy would only smile, in spite of the eerie nonchalantness of her voice. But the smile cracked as she made her way up with a strange, ominous laugh.

"...S-Sis...?"

...

That sinister aura that played both that of good and that of evil bounced about as she walked. That lion of hers doing whatever it wished, however it wanted, much to the fear of the nearby Enforcers, but the scientist on the left side of corridor was still smiling, as he reached for a lighter, took it to his mouth, and lit the cigarette, puffing it openly, without hesitation. A smile playing on his face, as his sharp eyes continued to watch, looking at the other scientist, with a sharp frown, as if to convey some hidden message.

“listen to me! Suck it up, take the canisters and the ball of fluff with you and run towards the opposite two enforcers. Make it past them, and find the people fighting the enforcers. People have just broken in here to get us out…go and find them…bring them back here…don’t fail me kid…use this taser to defeat your enemies when your bear runs out of juice there”

The boy, nodding, blushing slightly at the way she ripped her pants without hesitation to tie some canisters to her. Gripping the gun, he marched out, Hobbes jumping up suddenly to sit on his left shoulder. Looking back, he looked at the girl.

"...Sis... we'll both be getting out of here, right?"

...But the other enforcer began to walk, the agression obvious in their stance, before the scientist, still watching the one across with his two, held out to grasp onto the shoulder of that one. Stepping to the side, he all but beckoned for the boy to pass, which the smoking scientist nodded with an approving smile to. Looking a bit confused, Calvin looked back at his 'Sis' one last time, before jumping into an all-out sprint.

“the show must go on…” the girl said, drawing the attention back on herself, that lion still there, almost completely physical, yet still pure energy. This girl made for a fine test subject. She had potential. But she also had to be subdued, lest she end up like the one named... 'Graff'

“touché?”

"Let them... better to focus on one at a time, anyways. Besides... "he" is there..."

Almost muttering to himself, but the others around them all nodded, having apparently heard such a low whisper. The ones underneath the broken door had already passed out, after their further abuse. They wouldn't be getting up anytime soon. As for the others, following the girl's suit, they all took their three (note, yellow) canisters, and with a lift to their heads, injected them. But the seemingly 'main' leader of this small group had noticed the strange physical effects that the drugs were having on this girl, that the others all bug goggled at. No, in spite of her cleavage, and the way she put her radio in there, her torn pants and her nice curves... he was just as cold, smiling, and calculating as ever.

"..."En Garde," then, I suppose. Let's initiate Experiment #497." slipping both his eyes closed, as he patted both of the Enforcers on his end on the back of their heads, just as a look of horror went over their faces. The scientist on the opposing end did the same with his Enforcer who just looked outright confused, before he froze.

“Initiating 'Living Puppet' Bloodline. Parameters 87% Synchronization, Borrowed Qi Style.”

...An experiment of an experiment, apparently. Keeping his fingers opened up, the two enforcers fell to the ground, seemingly dead. As did the same with the other scientist who looked outright dead in his eyes, come to that matter---An already set up puppet?

---Lopsided, the three Enforcers suddenly stood up, their limbs and head dawdling at awkward angles, as seemingly invisible strings moved them forward towards their target, the girl.

...Suddenly, the two Enforcers rushed forward, though seemingly gliding, their toes barely touching the ground. The one on the left, stopped into a fighting stance as he reached suddenly to his belt to reach for his baton, while the one on the right shot out his right leg, aiming to kick the girl in her left shoulder. At that point, the left one (from here referred to E.A) would attempt to whip out his baton, extending it all the while, to hit the girl in her right side. The single Enforcer (E.C) stood all the while, baton already whipped out and extended, pretty much staring lazily at the whole series of events, as his puppet of a puppeteer followed suit.

"...Lets begin, shall we?" Miyamoto grinned.

The 3 Enforcers' Statistics:
Strength: 35 + 6 + 7 = 48 (Deteriorates By 10% Each Round)
Dexterity: 35 + 6 + 7 = 48
Constitution: (35 + 6 + 7) x 0.5 = 24
Intelligence: 35 + 6 - 100% = 0
Wisdom: 35 + 6 - 100% = 0
Charisma: 35 + 6 - 100% = 0

Puppet Scientist's Statistics:
Strength: 0
Dexterity: 20
Constitution: 25
Intelligence: 0
Wisdom: 0
Charisma: 0

Miyamoto Honda's Statistics:
Strength: 30
Dexterity: 40
Constitution: 25
Intelligence: 80
Wisdom: 30
Charisma: 60

Calvin's Statistics:
Strength: 15
Dexterity: 25
Constitution: 14 – 1 = 13
Intelligence: 20
Wisdom: 10
Charisma: 114 - 3 = 111

Qi Ability: Intermediate Telekinesis (Untitled Qi Ability)
-Consumes 3 Charisma For Every Post Hobbes Is Controlled For.
-Psychic Shoving Consumes 5 Charisma Per Use (Equal To 50 Non-Harmful Strength).
-Levitating Small Random Objects Consumes 2 Charisma Per Usage Per Object.

Hobbes's Statistics:
Strength: 45
Dexterity: 45
Constitution: 40
Intelligence: 40
Wisdom: 40
Charisma: 40

Calvin's Items:
-1 Red Canisters (+5 Strength)
-1 Green Canisters (+5 Constitution)
-2 Yellow Canisters (+2 All Statistics)
-1 Blue Canisters (+5 Dexterity)
-Tazer

Moderator Note: From Here On, Refrain From RPing The Enforcers.

Masaru

"To get through the hardest journey we need take only one step at a time, but we must keep on stepping"

Bit of a philosopher. Although there was more of some sort of 'Ancient Chinese Proverb' sound to it. Mm. There was a time and a place.

"In war, numbers alone confer no advantage. We must act as one and work together to defeat our enemy."

"...Granted." without even looking at the kid, eyeing WR#032. WR#032 had already begun to... get back up, and walk towards them.

"Since you, apparently, know more about this... WR#032? I believe you should shape our plan into defeating him. Guide us to victory!"

"Fine, trip him, and I'll pound him in the face or the back of the head." he replied curtly, side-stepping suddenly as the bastard began charging again, but instead switched up the roles on the fly, shooting out his right leg underneath the hulking pervert-monster, looking up at the boy/experiment expectantly to do what he said he wanted to do. ...Did he do this on purpose, or was this just improvisation on the fly...?

"And the name's Toyota."

Tinkie-Winky's Statistics:
Strength: 30
Dexterity: 30
Constitution: 300 – 11% = 267
Intelligence: 10
Wisdom: 1
Charisma: 0

Toyota Musashi’s Statistics:
Strength: 45
Dexterity: 45 + 5 = 50
Constitution: 45
Intelligence: 45
Wisdom: 45
Charisma: 40 – 0 Charisma

Toyota Musashi’s Item: Blossoming Storm Strike (+5 Dexterity, Allows User To Use ‘Lightning God’s Blessing’
[Materials: 10x Studs (1.0 lb), 3x Leather (3 lbs), 4x Wire Metal (2 lbs)]

Toyota Musashi’s Qi: ‘Lighting God’s Blessing’
Description: Sacrificing a certain amount of Charisma, that percentage out of that current total used will (provided it makes contact), subtract that percent from the target’s constitution.

Santos

The experiment watched on lazily as while the temperature was maintaining, a nice draft had entered in from all the dark dust this girl was creating. But he could sense something was going on at his left side. Looking there slowly---

*PUNCH*

"Ow... not bad..." but it was the shoulder. And his facial expression did not change at all. But there was this knowing look. If he hit her just once, she'd die. If he got serious, she'd die. Hell, if he decided to sneeze in her direction from all the dust?---Which, he came very close to... she'd probably die. Or, at least get maimed pretty badly from the wind. Even he knew how ridiculous he was. But as the wind blades came in again, he just slowly raised his fists just 'slightly' off the ground, and slammed them back down again. Barely a foot away from the ground too.

...Yet suddenly, a shock wave came, disrupting all the air in the area, blowing all non-background/ground/immovable objects back a bit.

"...Good news is... its like you can make air-conditioning for fifteen seconds at any moment you want. Bad news... keep doing it, and if it weren't for these rubber-esque walls, and the rubber layer in the ground and ceiling... well, we'd hit a 2.0-5.0 earthquake..."

Jean "Roid" Luc's Statistics:
Strength: ITS OVER NINE-THOUSAAAAAAND!!!
Dexterity: 1
Constitution: 60
Intelligence: 35
Wisdom: 25
Charisma: 40

Graff

The four scientists looked over at Experiment #280.

...This was getting boring. Instead, they turned to watching what was going on in the other places via surveillance monitors---it was mess. They promptly radioed to Das "Feur" Mann.

Note: This room is hidden. You will need luck or the moderator’s whimsy to allow you to find this place---or to RP checking out all the areas.

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"Oh... und ver dost mein gut little boy zink he'z running off to, oye?"

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"SIS!"

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Moderator Note: 2 Enforcers Have Arrived To This Thread (29 Enforcers Total)

Overall Thread Statistics:
-16 Engaged/Engaging/Confirmed Enforcers (55%)
-3 Enforcer Casualties (11%)
-10 Engaged/Engaging/Confirmed Scientists (100%
-0 Scientist Casualties (0%)
-4 Confirmed Experiments

HINT: Your chances for survival are very low. Grouping up is a large recommendation. Escaping on your own is not recommended...

[Bastille Amtrum]

Bastille looked at the enforcers. Her eyes following their moves. Her eyes being the only thing that worked. She jumped up to avoid both attacks flipping over them but landing awkwardly. She skidded and rolled past them. She noticed her position near the other enforcer and she quickly swung her leg around to try and trip him or something but she quickly ditched that scenario regardless of its success or not and pulled her sword into an up right position. Screw the enforcers, it was this stupid scientist who seemed to be controlling things. At least that’s what Bastille thought. She went to slam her sword into his gut weather it hit the mark or not. She would then back up.

She was wobbly on her feet, and if she wasn’t moving fast she couldn’t stand up straight. She went to the wall her body hitting against it. She slid down it pulling the sword to point up at anything that came close. Her breathing was heavy and she wondered if any attack she had thrown met its mark. Her eyes rolled back in her head momentarily. She needed an ice bath, but at the same time an inferno. Her body was switching hot to cold to fast. It shivered and sweat all in one. Her eyes came back as she forced herself to stay awake. Her body was working double time. She needed to ignore it, ignore her body. She tried to stand but her feet wouldn’t move. She cursed under her breathe.

“shit”

She just sat there staring. She would have to fight them sitting down. It would be difficult to keep herself clear and she would have to take a couple of hits. But she would do it for the sake of the whole battle. She wondered is the kid was alright. As she gasped for breathe she could still hear the sound of commotion around the building, she could still hear the sounds of people fighting through out the building. She would be forgotten in this if she died. That wasn’t an option…though it would help her goal immensely…this was not how she wanted the plan to go. She stood up despite her weak state her legs shaking like trees in a hurricane. Her eyes glaring as she continued to hunch over still holding up her sword ready for attack.

But she stood suddenly. The scream…she heard it. Her eyes opened wide…the kid….

“Kid!” she gasped then turned back to her battle. She would break out into a run pushing aside or trying to dodge anything that was in her way. If it took her ten minutes to break through, or what not….even if she had to force herself to jump into the air and front flip over them breaking her arms as she hit the floor…she would. She found herself in an all out sprint trying to find where he could have gone. Her fault again…her fault….Damnit.


Bastille found herself in a cross section of hall ways. Her body felt like a speaker, as her heart beat could be heard ringing in her head. She took a deep breathe trying to decide which way the kid had gone. All the halls looked the same…all of them. She bit her lip only to immediately gasp when she felt her lip split clean. Obviously it had been swollen. She rolled her eyes and decided her fever would have to wait. Dying wasn’t important at the moment…she heard struggling in an opposite direction. It was at that point she continued her dash, her sword tight in her iron grip. She tripped over something and recognized it to be a rather small step down. She had fallen face flat and all her hair and fell from her braid. She quickly, through struggling against her weak muscles, pulled herself to her feet and began to continue running. Turning another corner and then another she skidded to a halt to see people down the hall. There was that girl she had fought Amtrum with…fighting with an old man. She slowly tried to walk towards them but found her feet weren’t moving.

“Damnit work!” she cursed and tried to move closer. With her help she could find the kid, with her help she could have a chance of winning anything, all she wanted was to make sure he was alright. And ironically, bastille had sworn she had lost all emotion when it came to careing about others struggles, but something in his eye...it would haunt her forever if she didnt find him.



All stats go down 3 sav charisma.

[Masaru]

"Fine, trip him, and I'll pound him in the face or the back of the head."

"oka---AUGH!"

Suddenly, everything organic in the room around him (Toyota/WR#032) turned into a blur. First, toyota seemed to get ready to hit WR#032 in the face, but at the same moment made a sudden movement to trip him. WR#032 seemed to rush foreward/fall foreward at the same time.

"Woah! what the heck is going on here?!?!"

Masaru barely is able to scream these words as the blurs start to make him sick. Masaru raises his hand in front of him in order to block the images and consequently lands a palm on WR#032's face, quite possibly making him do a half back flip after falling foreward into Masaru's flying palm. After Masaru begins to stumble around, trying to stop the dudes from spinning. For some reason, the room didn't seem to move much at all, only the guys near him. Masaru ended up attempting to stop from throwing up from motion sickness. luckily, he hadn't eaten, so nothing came out anyways, but it made it hard for him to breath, or concentrate.

[seishounohana]

"Ow... not bad..."

Reaction time: Nil.

Perfect.

Just what she needed to know.

He knew she was coming, but his body couldn't keep up with his eyes. Probably due to the impossible bulk of muscle that he possessed.

As she landed, she heard a sound and looked back-- She didn't take much time to think. The moment she saw the wave of black wind and gravel coming her way, she flipped backwards again, her feet against the wall and began to run horizontally along the wall.

Yes.

It was something she could be thankful to Sean Barker for, as her ballet shoes had allowed her to do such thing. Catching two sharp, knife-sized stones, she would run along the wall until she ended up right behind him, where she would stab the giant with the two improvised knives -- one each on the left lung (with enough force to break some floating ribs), and the right kidney.

She would just run back to where she was previously after trying that out. Well, it didn't hurt to try such things -- right?

After all, if by chance that he tried to catch her with a punch as she stabbed him with the two sharp pieces of stone, he'd most likely hit the door right behind him -- leading to a place for Emily to escape. If ever her tries to dodge that attack, with his mediocre speed, he would be likely to be hit by the spleen and or the intestines.

Either way, that'd be one would be one bloody mess.


If there's anything I missed, or stupidly miscalculated, please PM xD

[Reverend (Dots) Teyfour]

Leaping back from the over sized Lunch meat i licked the sweat, salty Pound, Pound, Pound, BLOOD of my baton, oh the rush, felt so good i couldent wait too drain this fools body of its succulent internal fluids ad taste the beautiful flesh....Pound, Pound, Pound, No meal excapes from me, us the iron wolf

twiching with exitement, lust for blood i welcomed the idoitic rush tward me, with in a blink of an eye i reacted pure Wolf instinct taking hold, diving in to a flying kick though the oafs legs , slideing like a demon of ice, as i exited behing him i attempted to shove the baton up his rear cavity.....( =P )

"AR AR ARuuuuuu" holing like the beast of the pit i was i attemted to dash out of the room and down the hall.....

[Your Mom~]

Eye Of The Hurricane
Theme Song: One Last Sunset by Killswitch Engage

So much... blood. Calvin stared down, his legs quaking from underneath him. Right eye bruised completely shut, his left arm a bloody figure of its former self. Fists were up, as Hobbes stood between them, defiant.

"...I have to congratulate you, junge. You're pretty good."

"...For just another piece of trash."

Grinding his teeth, the boy shot his fist towards the man, pointing a finger, as Hobbes charged in all defiance.

"I MADE A PROMISE T' SIS. I CAN'T FALL HERE...!"

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"...Yet... just anuzzer piece of trash, ja?"

"S-Sis..."

"JAJAJAJAJAJAJA... IZ ANNOUNCEMENT TIME, CRAZY BOY. BE SURE TO PUT UP GOOD SHOW, JA!?"

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Amtrum

[/b]

Things were getting too rowdy for Matt's taste. At this point, he was just sitting on top of the toilet seat, impatiently. At which point, he went down, pulled out the glass shards, and stood up, chuckling suddenly, before slamming both his hands out to his sides as fists, and kicking forward with his right leg to bring down all the stalls around him down, much akin to that of dominoes, stunning all the enforcers and experiments in their immediate vicinity. Quickly stepping over the debris, his legs carried him outside.

"ATTENTION ALL ENFORCERZ..." came the loudspeaker, throughout the hallways.

Perfect distraction. Three enforcers down the hall immediately looked up. Brandishing the shards of glass between his fingers as he tightened his hands into fists, he suddenly rushed forward and gave a few quick pounds onto the bastards, knocking them down near instantaneous, with a few swipes, some ugly uppercuts, and a few swings. He had to find the girls. After all, how could he say he owned---A strangely labeled door made Matthew stop for a moment in mid-gait.

"PLEAZE REPORT TO ZE STAIRWELL. IMMEDIATELY."

A metal door that had spray-painted on it 'X Experiment'. Huh. Well, add two more 'X's there and that would be his type of room---as sick and twisted as it was. And wrong. He would never condone the enforcers for having such a room like that. >.>

...

Stepping back, he reached over to one of the unconscious enforcers, swatting down, 'til he found, strangely enough, an appropriate level of security-type key card. Slipping it in, and letting it shoot back out into his hand, as he kept his fingers taut with the glass between them, he watched as the metallic door quickly slipped away into the wall, and into a dark room. Literally.

Odd.

Bringing up his fists, the shards shining, he stepped in a few steps---*bonk*

Stepping back a bit, he was about to step back out---*SHWISH*

The door slipped closed behind him, and the light shined on at the top, to reveal a yellow sticky note on the ground. He'd been trapped.---Not like it could hold him, though. Still, he bent down for the time being, to reach the little note...

You're an idiot, aren't you?
-Honda

Oh. This guy was gonna get it. Not only was he obviously Japanese, he was named after a freaking car series. Matthew had every intention of beating the crap out of this guy, right before he left, and slam the yellow sticky note on his forehead. Why? Because he could do it. Smiling at the thought, he reached down to pick the sticky note---

*CLICK*

*BOOM*

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[/b]

Ripping through several floors, all of which had iron metal doors sealing up after them to maintain the infrastructure of the floors, a metal canister, large enough to fit a small group of people, went jettisoning out of the Correctional Facility, only to reach into a curvature range and crash, crater, and blow up into the middle of the parking lot. Of course, relatively unharmed in the middle of the crater, as the human-sized metal can had been torn open, there lay Matthew Amtrum.

And he did not feel like getting up right then and there. Sure, he could probably get up if he really wanted to, but all of that was sort of... 'shocking', if that's the right word, and had him winded. Definitely the best or worst rollar coaster ride he'd ever been on.

...Though, granted the ring of fire currently surrounding him, and all of the exploding vehicles or automobiles in the process of would certainly keep any nearby enforcers far too preoccupied to care about that juggernaut for the time being. Honestly, this wasn't a very well planned trap as it seemed to destroy a lot of the Correctional Facility's employee's belongings than actually provide good help in defending the base and luring a potential spy into an ordinarily lethal trap. But that was that.

Moderator Note: Matthew Amtrum Is, For The Sake Of Smoothness, Effectively Ejected Out Of This Event (Rewards Will Still Be Applied, But This Is Just So That I Don't Have To RP As Him Anymore).

Teyfour

This was it. He would have revenge for his brother's defeat. It was impossible, after all. How could someone defeat someone who was HUGE!? NO! Charging through, he felt the iron, the steel bending under his HUGENESS, as he crashed forth to bury that damned, loco wolf-boy---

Wind passed between his HUGE legs and then---

"AR AR ARuuuuuu"

---"AHHHH... HUGE! HUGE! HUGE!!!"---As a baton shoved directly into his ass. The herpes mole he'd had there burst open, and suddenly his entire ass began to burn with the infection. The two enforcers began to rush towards the wreckage of the man, keeping an eye on the...

---"ATTENTION ALL ENFORCERZ..."

OH CRAP! Screw the wolf boy! Running on past him, they began to rush out, to gather up their fallen comrade.

"PLEAZE REPORT TO ZE STAIRWELL. IMMEDIATELY."

What?! What was going on!? Oh, hell, nevermind that now! Quickly rousing up their comrade's HUGE body, and began dragging him off, the canisters falling from their belts... The boy had the option now to grab their fallen items, attack them, or run off to find the others... Or whatever he chose to do with his current mental state of mind.

Dropped Canisters:
1 Red (+5 Strength Each)
1 Green (+5 Constitution Each)
5 Blue (+5 Dexterity Each)
3 Yellow (+2 Dexterity)

deBogart

---Pardon me, my memory must've gone for a moment there. Had completely not noticed that Chris's hands, while trying to block the girl's attacks, were being pinned down by her legs. So as I was yelling something to the effect of hoping to hurry her up... well... the poor kid was already knocked out by then, and the girl was already up and at 'em. Hehe... its just bad memory. Regardless though, I kept at Chris's legs, just for good measure that the legs didn't suddenly come up top and the whatnot. Y'know, the youngins' with their flexibility. That, and this being a desperate situation and all...

Well, to put it simply, the girl had already gotten up, I hunched forward, and she seemingly realized this as she pivoted towards me, stepped up on my shoulders lightly, and used her agility to bring a hard knee into Hal's chin. Kind of like an uppercut, but with a lot more momentum. There was some other beatings, I'm sure, but I didn't really want to turn my head---I'd be looking up in between her legs if I did. I mean, I've been living alone since they've hooked up Jin to their recovery programs here in the Correctional Facility, but I think I'm a bit too old to be looking for something to keep me warm in bed. A blanket and a bed does nicely, thank you. "Well, this is gonna be a tough one to explain---" "ATTENTION ALL ENFORCERZ..."

!

I turned my head up to the ceiling. That voice was new to the CF, but it was hard to not know who that narcissistic stuck-up was.

"PLEAZE REPORT TO ZE STAIRWELL. IMMEDIATELY."

Standing up, I looked about at the girl. Time for a crossroads. Continue to take her to the bathroom, take her back to the cell, or...---"...Oh my Goodness gracious!"

My eyes went wide. There was a girl on the ground, trying no, struggling to make it towards us. Quickly reaching down to take up the canisters, I nodded hurriedly with a frantic look on my face for the girl to follow me... Was this really what they were doing all around in the Correctional Facility!? There was no more time to think. My legs, my body, my entire being was compelled to the girl on the ground, though a bit more sluggishly than I would have liked.

...Pardon my colorful language, but dammit, I'm getting too old for this.

'Grandpa' Lauro Statistics
Strength: 35
Dexterity: 35 - 12 (Canisters Currently Held) = 23
Constitution: 35
Intelligence: 35
Wisdom: 35
Charisma: 35
Items:
-4 Green Canisters (+5 Constitution)
-1 Red Canisters (+5 Strength)
-1 Blue Canisters (+5 Dexterity)
-2 White Canisters (+5 Wisdom)
-1 Purple Canister
-3 Yellow Canisters (+2 All Statistics)

Moderator Note: 'Grandpa' Lauro can act like a 'item holding bank', so that you two can focus on fighting/collaborating with one another.

Cunningham
Aside Plot: A Most Dangerous Opponent

Now. Miyamoto was a man of great observation. He wasn't known for his stupidity, or lack of calculation. As the girl leaped about and over his two puppets, he immediately pulled back both his hands, bringing up one to stand right in the way of her sudden rushed blow intended for his gut, his flesh puppet involuntarily coughing up blood. Annoying. Still, the girl was definetely showing signs of improvement since her initial time coming here. Watching her back up, he looked at his other puppet, controlling the enforcer. But she still wasn't showing strong signs. No, if anything, they'd have to go the surgical route with her. Even then, with her body collapsing, the scientist considered, slowly letting one of the puppets to collapse onto the floor as he to spat out his cigarette, and took to his mouth to get out another, lighting it casually. He could take his time with this fight---

"SIS!"

Raising an eyebrow, he looked about. Looked like the other boss's lieutenant had already gotten to the psychic. Quickly looking over to the girl, he watched as she immediately began to rush past his scientist puppet. Judgment call... he made the scientist and his puppet step away. And why not? This was a good time to get even more information. On everyone.

"We'll... retreat for now."

And with that, watching to see her scurry off, already as a wreck, the Head Scientist just chuckled, as he had his puppets gather up the bodies, unconscious or dead. They would walk off, crossing away, as he let his right hand lay by his side, lazily pulling everyone behind him in tow, as his left hand brought up a little radio.

"...I really do hope you're watching over them right now. I want a fully detailed report, analysis, and take down by tomorrow. Also... speed up processing of X Type 32, 58, and 98. 09 was a success. Yes. Oh, and... when I get back, we're changing the frequency. One of the experiments got hold of the radios..."

Cool, calm, collected. Miyamoto Honda was untouchable as he was cunning.

"---Someone actually fell into that trap? Beautiful... Get a report up in five minutes on the collateral, and the schematics for T Type F.P. Right, exactly..."

"ATTENTION ALL ENFORCERZ..."

"PLEAZE REPORT TO ZE STAIRWELL. IMMEDIATELY."[/color]

Moderator Note: I will now combine deBogart's and Cunningham's quest sections.

Cunningham, deBogart, & 'Grandpa' Lauro

“Damnit work!”

Having run over to her, I knelt down on my right knee, propping up my left. A bit out of breath, perhaps, but my left hand kept down on the floor, as my right rested on my corresponding right knee---Enough to show that I was there to help, yet also to be able to defend myself, in case she turned out to be one of those crazies. "...Hey... hey... you alright, need a hand?" trying to remove some of the gruffness from my voice. I swear, I'd grown five years older in the past thirty minutes. Offering up my wrinkled hand, if she took it, I'd help her to her feet. Have her lean on me for support if need be. If she pushed it away or ignored it, I'd wait for a few moments, and then stand up and back away slowly. Either way, I'd end up looking at the first girl I'd encountered. I'd decided.

"...This... isn't right." Looking over to the first girl, I nodded, gravely. "'Sides, my boy would hate me if he saw me continuing to help out this piss-poor---Oh, pardon me," I grunted, bowing my head apologetically, before looking up sternly again, "This... terrible, corrupt establishment."

Grunting, I'd shift my weight, as I looked up at the ceiling. Up at the speakers. "Besides. They have surveillance cameras. I'm in too deep now, anyways." Smiling a bit wryly, I looked back down. At the both of them, more specifically at the first girl. "...'Still need to hit the bathroom, or shall we go get the rest of your friends from... whatsit... Public High School #258? #259?---Oh, my apologies."

I smiled warmly through my crinkled wrinkles.

"'Grandpa' Lauro, at your service. You can call me 'Gramps'."

'Was gonna get my Jin out with the rest of these kids too... And think up something. But Jin was located closer to the stairwell, so... hopefully he could wait. I hadn't seen him in ages, but this was gonna be tough...

...The stairwell was the only way into or out of this damned dungeon.

Masaru

"oka---AUGH!"

...Really, Toyota had no time to see more screw-ups. He whirled around, just in case the kid failed to live up to their briefly planned tactic.

"Woah! what the heck is going on here?!?!"

*WHACK*

What a God-given coincidence. Watching the bastard fall on his face, Toyota took his time to proceed to give another stop to the face of WR#032, before suddenly rushing down again with his palm up, in to a frontal strike.

Another blinding flash of light. "...I'll get you into another cell, don't worry..." Not even looking up from my work, as I proceeded to pound into WR#032's face with continous strikes and various flashes of lighting coming out... WR#032 was already starting to look unconscious, but Toyota kept it up, not wanting to take chances... looked like his experimental gloves was about to break, too. And he could feel the experimental Qi's effects starting to wear thin within his body.

"ATTENTION ALL ENFORCERZ..."

"PLEAZE REPORT TO ZE STAIRWELL. IMMEDIATELY."[/color]

Tinkie-Winky's Statistics:
Strength: 30
Dexterity: 30
Constitution: 300 – 97% = 9
Intelligence: 10
Wisdom: 1
Charisma: 0

Toyota Musashi’s Statistics:
Strength: 45
Dexterity: 45 + 5 = 50
Constitution: 45
Intelligence: 45
Wisdom: 45
Charisma: 36/40 – 36 Charisma = 0

Toyota Musashi’s Item: Blossoming Storm Strike (+5 Dexterity, Allows User To Use ‘Lightning God’s Blessing’
[Materials: 10x Studs (1.0 lb), 3x Leather (3 lbs), 4x Wire Metal (2 lbs)]

Toyota Musashi’s Qi: ‘Lighting God’s Blessing’
Description: Sacrificing a certain amount of Charisma, that percentage out of that current total used will (provided it makes contact), subtract that percent from the target’s constitution.

Moderator Note: This is Masaru's chance to escape, while Toyota is preoccupied. Otherwise, there is a high chance he will be locked up again, and further EXP gain from the quest will not be possible. Quest Items may not be accessible.

Santos
Sub-Plot: To Submit?

He barely even needed to track her with his eyes. She was moving too obviously. And apparently, she hadn't learned her lesson yet, hadn't realized how strong he was. Or perhaps she had, but thought she could outsmart him.

"Useless..."

...Even as she rushed in from behind him, he slowly swung his hands together over him---

*SONIC BOOM*

The wind produced by the sudden blast would be enough to project her towards the wall again, the wind trapped within the small room enough to make small tornadoes in all four corners of the room---powerful enough to spin people around for a while. But he wasn't done yet... He prepped his hands over his head again...

*SONIC BOOM*

*SONIC BOOM*

*SONIC BOOM*

*SONIC BOOM*

He could keep this up all day... Keeping his hands prepped up, as the entire room continued to shake, he looked over at the girl. "...I'll settle for just staring at your panties. I'm starting to get bored with this waiting."---

Thinking it over some more, his face made no movements of change.

"...And I can open the door if you do."

There was no sense of malcontent, merely the look of someone who was overly bored with things as they were. But then, when you were this strong, things were sometimes too easy, right?

Jean "Roid" Luc's Statistics:
Strength: ITS OVER NINE-THOUSAAAAAAND!!!
Dexterity: 1
Constitution: 60
Intelligence: 35
Wisdom: 25
Charisma: 40

Moderator Note: Emily must decide... Dignity or be potentially stuck here for a while... =D

Graff & Honda

"Honestly, now was it that hard?" Miyamoto smiled coldly as he made another intake of smoke, as three of the scientists lay dead at his feet, drained, the others working hurriedly to continue their progress. Looking at the enforcers, he shrugged nonchalantly with a look in his eye, and they shook where they stood. Walking over, he looked to the boy strapped up to the wall...

"...And he's still living too. Honestly, a waste just to throw him away."

"I'll take him."

Note: This room is hidden. You will need luck or the moderator’s whimsy to allow you to find this place---or to RP checking out all the areas. 'Gramps' may know a thing or two.

The Stairwell

...Suddenly, throughout the bottom part of the Correctional Facility, flat monitors popped out from the ceiling, showing the face of a certain someone...

"Vell, I can see zat not everyone's here. I only count more or less two dozen patrolling Enforcerz gazzered up here..." he smiled, his flaming red eyes hidden beneath his Nazi-hat, the red hair flairing about, moved by an invisible wind. "I have been receiving... conztant reportz. Und orders have been disobeyed... Now zen, I do hope ve can come to an agreement here. Or elze... zingz vill be getting... UGLIER."

And suddenly, they panned the camera to show the hallways. They dripped with blood, bodies, people... The camera man may have been a bit unnerved, as the relayed images began to shake about a bit more as he viewed all these things. Suddenly, the German stomped onto the back of one boy who was nearby, struggling slightly. Blond hair dirtied with dirt and mucked with blood, his clothes so torn that a black jacket was put on him. Pieces of cotton surrounded him, as the head of a bear was grasped tightly in his hand...

"S---Sis..."

Panning back up to the German, he held up his palm, as he held up a severed head. It was the head of a boy.

The man smiled, as flames began to engulf it, seemingly created out of his palm.

And then the screens went black.

...

...

...

Somewhere, an old man's heart cracked in two, as he collapsed to the floor.

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"UWOAAAAAA!!!"

"HOAAAA...!!!"

"JIN!"

Moderator Note: The Maximum Amount Of Enforcers Have Been Allocated To This Thread (30 Enforcers Total)

Overall Thread Statistics:
-0 Engaged/Engaging/Confirmed Enforcers (0%)
-~11 Enforcer Casualties (37%)
-0 Engaged/Engaging/Confirmed Scientists (0%)
-3 Scientist Casualties (30%)
-4 Confirmed Experiments

HINT: Best if you guys get together. Soon. Something big is coming... WARNING! WARNING!