Post by The New Student Dean on Jun 12, 2012 16:36:57 GMT -8
Mod OOC: To Leon, and being several months overdue... Belated Merry Christmas, man. >>;;;
Spike has everyone move slowly into the pine and attempt to stay hidden amongs the tree's or headstones as they move further into the graveyard. Towards the dim loght but more or less trying to circle around the borders to check on possible patrols, or singled out lambs from the herd.
Spike sends to left, and the other three right while he takes off the weighted coat laying it on the ground where he is as well as his staff and Qi blade bokken handle. He's going to look for a bottle to help his appearance, if not he's going to stumble around and towards the group like some drunk who lost his way. "I've got this beer, can you hear me dear~ This beer is fear, this beer is queer~" he begins singing with a slur.
"By all the meensh. Haveshom."
Spike waits for them to circle him, or crowd close enough before swinging the bottle to hit one in the face, before lashing out at two more, his dragonlings attempting to move in quickly to help silence them.
Spike would have his dragonslings take their weapons as he retrieved his own, even putting the coat back on and the burden of its weight. They would all move now towards the light from before, to see what kind of group they really where. He was done playing games.
Spike reaches up to his back where his power pole is, pulling it from its sheath in its small three foot form and hurls it as hard as he can putting one hell of a spin on it to smack the holy living shit out of the advancing zombie, obviousely making hsi presence known to be hostile. As Spike hoped this mite cause some shock considering they are partying and probably undefied by the townspeople considering the way they acted in fear of these "powerful" people. He'd attempt to walk right into the edge of the party.
"I care little for why you do what you do. I'll give you this one chance to walk away."
Spike knew times where tough... He hoped at least some would take this chance to take a second thought at the repricussions of this life style.
Spike ignores the other zombies, lifting his hand to about his own hip height his own Dragonlings backing away from him. Spike himself walks directly for the man who had seemed... Different in the beginning he now had an inkling as to why. His walk was not hostile.
"The world did not abandon you. You gave up on it and didn't give it a chance. You abandoned the world."
"Not for the reasons your looking for."
Spike would say, almost in grief at the thought.
"You are strong, you are a leader, you gave them an option of power, and they took it. I can even prove it to you. I can also prove there is something to go back to."
"I'm Spike Sudeki. I'm with the Dragons."
Spike answered the an's question. Spike would take off the coat and show it to them the symbol of the Lightning Dragon on its back as proof.
Spike's dragonslings shift to allow their right shoulders to be visible the mark of the Lightning Dragon on them as well. Be it a tattoo or symbol on clothing.
Spike's only motion is to put his coat back on, the Dragonling's grabbing at their weapons to give chase, Spike waves a hand, and they bow their heads simply standing idle. The one Zombie who spoke to him this time, got a returned look and words.
"I'm not here to scare anyone. I'm here to stop the chaos, and make sure as many people as possible dont get hurt."
Spike would look at the man who had his hands on his weapons, Spike hadn't picked up his power pole and so he only had his bokken handle at his belt.
"Jave, this is between you and me. We finish it like that. Your brothers will not be hunted or attacked."
Spike nods and pulls the Bokken handle from his belt, activating the black flame sword in his left hand, his right fore arm moving to block the baton as the sword move to deflect the bat away as Spike steps in throwing a headbutt for Jave's head.
Spike throws up his right arm to try and block the dirt, but its dirt and it easily splashes into his arm causing it to go all over his face, causing him a moments lapse as he feels the attack to his knee. Taking his leg from under him, the blind fight training from his dad and Void kicking in as he pushes off the ground with his left leg to do a front hand spring so he didn;t hit the ground. Spike would turn quickly and swing the black flame at the man in a diagonal slash.
Spike knows he can't sustain the black flames of the bokken for much longer, having disarmed the man's broken bat. The man taking his stance, Spike making sure his leg was alright by applying pressure with his body, taking the bokken handle in both hands now. The stab coming in, Spike would raise the handle and angle his bokken across his body to intercept the baton, pushing up to raise it higher, Spike would step in with a knee strike aimed for Jave's stomach.
Spike would rear back and throw the black flame sword. once out of his hands the black flame would begin to receed and decipate making the handle harmless, but it was the decoy as Spike launched at the man Spike's arm bursting into the golden flames, his hair spiking as the hair tie that keeps his hair back bruned away incinerated by Spike's Qi, Spike would be coming down with his right arm in a claw form for Jave, but when Spike would land, his Qi would be gone his hand would be extended.
"It's over Jave. There is no point in continueing."
Spike's hand would linger there in the air, in the form of a handshake.
"I'm going to prove to you, the world hasn;t abandoned you. Like your brothers the world is afraid. Too afraid too cowardly to do anything without strength to give them courage. Your strength was something to hide behind to say We are stronger so we should survive. I'm going to show you everyone diserves that same survival oppertunity not just those who chose to follow into a group that can do whatever they want."
Spike would attempt to help Jave up.
"Help me and I will show you our difference in strength is smaller than you mite think.
"I'd rather you didn't betrey the. And your right, the people wont all of a sudden accept you simply because of this. It will take time. Which, is why you must have them return the things you all have stollen. Make your redemptions, and I'll see if you can't help my father in Inglewood until the people see you've changed. Those that are willing to change always diserve a second chance."
Note how Spike said not everyone diserved such a thing.
"If they flee, then they flee. As long as the people are left alone no harm will come to them."
But Spike's tone would change now as he looked Jave in the eyes.
"But, I will protect the people."
"There are problems the towns people have. We have been able to open up a market for food, but it is a temporary problem. It will take time, but if we work together in coming up with a solution. It will be the first steps in the right direction. We will soon be having our farm set up here in Compton, to set up trade with Inglewood."
Spike would wave a hand as three of his five would leave heading back to town to prepare the rest of the Dragonlings. Spike would begin to eat and drink only a small portion as heplanned to distribute the parishable foods to the kids in town.
"You are an excellent fighter. You may have been overwhelmed, but your technique and strategy are commendable."
Small talk indeed. He was still thinking on what subject to best start with.
"They will try. I've cut off the drug running operations by claiming the pharmacy as my HQ, this will deplete any money they can earn and control over the addicts to waver. Atwhich time I will attempt to make them see the wrong. Or put them down."
Spike said his words where calculated, but only so far. He wasevery bit his fathers son. Brute force was his saving grace, but he got his kindness from his mother.
"The only reason I'm stronger is because of my family. I can help you become strong. I can promise it wont take twenty years."
Spike looked to Jave, grabbing a can of Dr Pepper and opening it.
"How strong are we talkin? Numbers? Or do they use?"
Moreor less asking if they used the drugs to get stronger. He had seen color drug addicts and the like before.
"Does it come in a can, or injection canisters?"
Spike noted the shuddering, which meant Jave has seen it first hand. It finally hit Spike that they had a boss previous to Jave... Must of been the Ventures.
"My dad hates users..."
Spike said before taking a drink... It was true, Leon used to be able to smell a user from a mile away, and destroy them. Too bad he was in Inglewood.
"Here, this mite help you out better than me for now."
Spike would reach out one of his Dragonlings handing him the power pole. He would hand it to Jave.
"Until I can make you stronger, I want you to use that. It extends to about six feet if you will it to do so."
Spike would stand up and roll the coat off his shoulders, it hitting the ground like the ton of bricks it was, he hadn;t takin it off in his fight with Jave.
"I'll even teach you how to use a Qi. People who use will never be able to reach that kind of power, in fact, I bet they are even larger cowards than you."
Moderator Notes:
-Spike Sudeki gained Gang Leader NPC Jave of the Graves
-16 Zombies have joined Spike Sudeki (5 in every statistic)
Dragon Go To The Graves
Moderator: Spike Sudeki chooses to investigate the graveyard with his 5 Dragonlings. At this time, the afternoon starts to fade into evening.
The graveyard's front gate is broken down. It is a barred gate with many metal arrows that point up, with a horizontal bar passing through both six inches from the top and six inches from the bottom. Vision is limited due to the evergreen pine trees that surround the graveyard and the fading sunlight.
The ground in front of the graveyard is roughed up, with cakes of mud broken about at it---as though there have been many visitors to and from the graveyard.
There is a dim set of lights in the distance, from within the graveyard.
What do you do?
The graveyard's front gate is broken down. It is a barred gate with many metal arrows that point up, with a horizontal bar passing through both six inches from the top and six inches from the bottom. Vision is limited due to the evergreen pine trees that surround the graveyard and the fading sunlight.
The ground in front of the graveyard is roughed up, with cakes of mud broken about at it---as though there have been many visitors to and from the graveyard.
There is a dim set of lights in the distance, from within the graveyard.
What do you do?
Roleplayer: Is the gate open, or stuck closed?
M: The left part of the gate is where its hinges are at. It shows signs of rust and has been broken open by force.
Spike notes that there is much footprints that were not covered up by that particular opening.
M: The left part of the gate is where its hinges are at. It shows signs of rust and has been broken open by force.
Spike notes that there is much footprints that were not covered up by that particular opening.
Spike has everyone move slowly into the pine and attempt to stay hidden amongs the tree's or headstones as they move further into the graveyard. Towards the dim loght but more or less trying to circle around the borders to check on possible patrols, or singled out lambs from the herd.
M: Do you circle left or right?
*going along the border of the graveyard clock-wise or counter-clockwise?
R: counter clock wise
*going along the border of the graveyard clock-wise or counter-clockwise?
R: counter clock wise
*Rolled: Dragonlings fail at being rather stealthy and end up accidentally stepping on a lot of branches and dry grass as Spike and the Dragonlings make their way around the borders of the graveyard.
However, they are not spotted. They do, however, spot rows upon rows of a variety of tombstones... with a squad of five people walking about fifteen feet away from them, over the fence. Spike and his forces remain hidden about five feet, diagonally and to the right of the broken down gate, hidden behind tombstones.
Spike and his Dragonlings can hear the patrol talking rather loudly as you remain hidden from them, and they are stepping rather loudly and deliberately on leaves, branches, and fragile offerings.
What do you do?
However, they are not spotted. They do, however, spot rows upon rows of a variety of tombstones... with a squad of five people walking about fifteen feet away from them, over the fence. Spike and his forces remain hidden about five feet, diagonally and to the right of the broken down gate, hidden behind tombstones.
Spike and his Dragonlings can hear the patrol talking rather loudly as you remain hidden from them, and they are stepping rather loudly and deliberately on leaves, branches, and fragile offerings.
What do you do?
Spike sends to left, and the other three right while he takes off the weighted coat laying it on the ground where he is as well as his staff and Qi blade bokken handle. He's going to look for a bottle to help his appearance, if not he's going to stumble around and towards the group like some drunk who lost his way. "I've got this beer, can you hear me dear~ This beer is fear, this beer is queer~" he begins singing with a slur.
basically attempting to distract them to help my dragonlings get in position
*Rolled: Spike successfully looks like a drunken bum, clearly out of his right mind. This amuses the Zombies.
Spike gets a good look at them. They're all equipped with little more then black jeans, black shirts, black coats, and a variety of brass knuckles and lead pipes. They look to be around the ages of 17-31.
Zombie: "Oye, ey, get a load of this guy! Yeah, sure, buddy, that beer's probably all sorts'a shit. You mind passing us a swig, man?"
The other Zombies laugh heartily with him, starting to crowd around Spike.
The Dragonlings manage to successfully sneak into positions to flank the Zombies.
Spike gets a good look at them. They're all equipped with little more then black jeans, black shirts, black coats, and a variety of brass knuckles and lead pipes. They look to be around the ages of 17-31.
Zombie: "Oye, ey, get a load of this guy! Yeah, sure, buddy, that beer's probably all sorts'a shit. You mind passing us a swig, man?"
The other Zombies laugh heartily with him, starting to crowd around Spike.
The Dragonlings manage to successfully sneak into positions to flank the Zombies.
"By all the meensh. Haveshom."
Spike waits for them to circle him, or crowd close enough before swinging the bottle to hit one in the face, before lashing out at two more, his dragonlings attempting to move in quickly to help silence them.
For reference:
Strength: 43
Dexterity: 27
Constitution: 28
Intelligence: 30
Wisdom: 31
Charisma: 41
Strength: 43
Dexterity: 27
Constitution: 28
Intelligence: 30
Wisdom: 31
Charisma: 41
*Rolled: Spike's surprise attack succeed and instantly incapacitates the closest one, felling him to the ground. The others only just begin to register what happened to their comrade when five Dragonlings circle around them. The four remaining fail to bring up their weapons in time and are instantly felled.
Spike notes that while the Zombies are considerably well armed, their overall physical and mental training appears to be incredibly inferior to the Dragonlings (a normal Gang NPC).
Spike notes that while the Zombies are considerably well armed, their overall physical and mental training appears to be incredibly inferior to the Dragonlings (a normal Gang NPC).
Spike would have his dragonslings take their weapons as he retrieved his own, even putting the coat back on and the burden of its weight. They would all move now towards the light from before, to see what kind of group they really where. He was done playing games.
As Spike and his Dragonlings continue to advance, he perceives that the lights in the distance appears to be candles, lanterns... and at the center, a huge bonfire. Around it, dancing, boozing it up, and waving around their now defunct guns are a sizeable group of men. They are adorned in many stolen things and the flickering flames illuminates all of the "bling" that they have "acquired."
At the center, sitting quietly by the bonfire is a rather andrygenous figure, sitting with his knees up to his chin, and his hands cupping at his chin. Spike cannot see this person's face, but can see that this person appears to be slightly... different.
*Rolled: One of the Zombies, standing on the outskirts of this little social circle, turns around, seeming to notice something.
He starts walking in your general direction. He cannot identify you in the darkness yet.
Zombie: "...Hey... who's there?"
At the center, sitting quietly by the bonfire is a rather andrygenous figure, sitting with his knees up to his chin, and his hands cupping at his chin. Spike cannot see this person's face, but can see that this person appears to be slightly... different.
*Rolled: One of the Zombies, standing on the outskirts of this little social circle, turns around, seeming to notice something.
He starts walking in your general direction. He cannot identify you in the darkness yet.
Zombie: "...Hey... who's there?"
Spike reaches up to his back where his power pole is, pulling it from its sheath in its small three foot form and hurls it as hard as he can putting one hell of a spin on it to smack the holy living shit out of the advancing zombie, obviousely making hsi presence known to be hostile. As Spike hoped this mite cause some shock considering they are partying and probably undefied by the townspeople considering the way they acted in fear of these "powerful" people. He'd attempt to walk right into the edge of the party.
"I care little for why you do what you do. I'll give you this one chance to walk away."
Spike knew times where tough... He hoped at least some would take this chance to take a second thought at the repricussions of this life style.
The advancing zombie instantly gets knocked out, his bleeding body left on the ground as Spike and his Dragonlings step over/around/on it and advance towards the bonfire.
All social chatter comes to a halt and even the figure sitting behind the bonfire, face still hidden in flames, "looks up." Instantly, all sorts of variety of weapons are drawn out, though more than a few do so in a drunken stupor, and a few others have to forcibly push away their girlfriends before pulling out their weapons. More than a few have knives and other similarly sharp objects.
However, Spike's display of power and his natural charisma instantly pushes the ones with their "partners" to start standing up and backing away. The others, ignoring their comrades, begin making a semi-circle about Spike and his Dragonlings.
The person sitting at the bonfire stands up.
"This is an age where cowards survive. We've been abandoned by not only the world, but our brothers as well."
"Step back and let us party. We have little to celebrate."
Zombie: "THAT'S NOT TRUE, JAVE! WE'RE ROCKIN' IT IN THIS POST APOCOLYPTIC WORLD! WHY DON'T WE GET THESE GUYS!?"
Another Zombie: "...That guy has a cool looking staff and other shit... His coat looks tight. I want it!"
Yet Another Zombie: "Na-ah, man, I totally got dibs!"
All social chatter comes to a halt and even the figure sitting behind the bonfire, face still hidden in flames, "looks up." Instantly, all sorts of variety of weapons are drawn out, though more than a few do so in a drunken stupor, and a few others have to forcibly push away their girlfriends before pulling out their weapons. More than a few have knives and other similarly sharp objects.
However, Spike's display of power and his natural charisma instantly pushes the ones with their "partners" to start standing up and backing away. The others, ignoring their comrades, begin making a semi-circle about Spike and his Dragonlings.
The person sitting at the bonfire stands up.
"This is an age where cowards survive. We've been abandoned by not only the world, but our brothers as well."
"Step back and let us party. We have little to celebrate."
Zombie: "THAT'S NOT TRUE, JAVE! WE'RE ROCKIN' IT IN THIS POST APOCOLYPTIC WORLD! WHY DON'T WE GET THESE GUYS!?"
Another Zombie: "...That guy has a cool looking staff and other shit... His coat looks tight. I want it!"
Yet Another Zombie: "Na-ah, man, I totally got dibs!"
Spike ignores the other zombies, lifting his hand to about his own hip height his own Dragonlings backing away from him. Spike himself walks directly for the man who had seemed... Different in the beginning he now had an inkling as to why. His walk was not hostile.
"The world did not abandon you. You gave up on it and didn't give it a chance. You abandoned the world."
"You're right."
The man would stride around the side of the bonfire, breaking through the semi-circle. He has a baton at his left side, a broken baseball bat at his right hip.
"And they," Jave said, clearly referring to the Zombies, "...accepted me."
Zombie: "YEAH, JAVE!"
Another Zombie: "Totally fuckin' sweet! You tell his ass!"
Yet Another Zombie: "We're with you all the way, Jave!"
Many flailed around their stolen objects. Jave, however was adorned as he was, with seemingly nothing of excess. Instead, he wore, rather proudly, a stern look on his face.
"To walk away is to disband. We will party. We will loot. You can't force us to stop. There's nothing left to come back to, anyways."
...However, his hands had not come to his weapons... yet.
The man would stride around the side of the bonfire, breaking through the semi-circle. He has a baton at his left side, a broken baseball bat at his right hip.
"And they," Jave said, clearly referring to the Zombies, "...accepted me."
Zombie: "YEAH, JAVE!"
Another Zombie: "Totally fuckin' sweet! You tell his ass!"
Yet Another Zombie: "We're with you all the way, Jave!"
Many flailed around their stolen objects. Jave, however was adorned as he was, with seemingly nothing of excess. Instead, he wore, rather proudly, a stern look on his face.
"To walk away is to disband. We will party. We will loot. You can't force us to stop. There's nothing left to come back to, anyways."
...However, his hands had not come to his weapons... yet.
"Not for the reasons your looking for."
Spike would say, almost in grief at the thought.
"You are strong, you are a leader, you gave them an option of power, and they took it. I can even prove it to you. I can also prove there is something to go back to."
Jave opens up his left eye rathe wide and tilts his head to the side, crossing his arms---and the Zombies go quiet as their currently standing boss began to serious contemplate this man's statement.
Jave: "...Who are you? What group are you from?" he states, looking obviously at the Dragonlings standing with Spike.
Jave: "...Who are you? What group are you from?" he states, looking obviously at the Dragonlings standing with Spike.
"I'm Spike Sudeki. I'm with the Dragons."
Spike answered the an's question. Spike would take off the coat and show it to them the symbol of the Lightning Dragon on its back as proof.
Spike's dragonslings shift to allow their right shoulders to be visible the mark of the Lightning Dragon on them as well. Be it a tattoo or symbol on clothing.
...Suddenly, the semi-circle disintegrated as more than half of the Zombies began backing away at the very name of the famous Dragons. Those steps hastened in their retreat at the sight of the symbol of the Lightning Dragon... along with the synchronized show-off of the markings of the Dragonlings as well. Even Jave steps back as well... for a moment.
His arms uncross, as his backed-up foot shifts into a more forward-stance movement.
"...Interesting."
Jave's hands would go across his chest again... but to the hilts of his weapons.
"I am Jave, the current leader of the Graves, head of the Zombies. I am a sinner, a murderer, a thief, and a coward. I'm here to keep alive the former boss' kindness to his brothers."
---He would turn his head around to the others for a moment.
"...Flee. I'll buy you time."
Zombie: "...Y-YEAH. THANKS JAVE! WE REGROUP AT THE PARK!"
Another Zombie: "---ALRIGHT! I'LL GET THE OTHERS THERE AS WELL!"
Yet Another Zombie: "YOU CAN'T SCARE AWAY ALL OF US, DRAGON. WE'RE WITH YOU, JAVE!"
His arms uncross, as his backed-up foot shifts into a more forward-stance movement.
"...Interesting."
Jave's hands would go across his chest again... but to the hilts of his weapons.
"I am Jave, the current leader of the Graves, head of the Zombies. I am a sinner, a murderer, a thief, and a coward. I'm here to keep alive the former boss' kindness to his brothers."
---He would turn his head around to the others for a moment.
"...Flee. I'll buy you time."
Zombie: "...Y-YEAH. THANKS JAVE! WE REGROUP AT THE PARK!"
Another Zombie: "---ALRIGHT! I'LL GET THE OTHERS THERE AS WELL!"
Yet Another Zombie: "YOU CAN'T SCARE AWAY ALL OF US, DRAGON. WE'RE WITH YOU, JAVE!"
M: More than half of the Zombies will have begun to disperse. They are moving at half the speed of a Dragonling and can be overtaken rather easily. All of their "belongings" has been ditched to around the bonfire.
About seven of the thirty-three remain, with Jave.
About seven of the thirty-three remain, with Jave.
Spike's only motion is to put his coat back on, the Dragonling's grabbing at their weapons to give chase, Spike waves a hand, and they bow their heads simply standing idle. The one Zombie who spoke to him this time, got a returned look and words.
"I'm not here to scare anyone. I'm here to stop the chaos, and make sure as many people as possible dont get hurt."
Spike would look at the man who had his hands on his weapons, Spike hadn't picked up his power pole and so he only had his bokken handle at his belt.
"Jave, this is between you and me. We finish it like that. Your brothers will not be hunted or attacked."
"...That's all I ask."
With a sudden sharp glance, he looks back at the other Zombies.
"Don't. Dare. Interefere."
"...I'm coming, Dragon!"
Whipping around, Jave dashes forward, unsheathing his baton and whipping it out in a matter of seconds to strike at Spike's right armpit, while his left hand's broken metal bat comes more defensively in front of Jave and towards Spike's face.
Jave's Statistics:
Strength: 12
Dexterity: 16
Constitution: 10
Intelligence: 15
Wisdom: 11
Charisma: 16
With a sudden sharp glance, he looks back at the other Zombies.
"Don't. Dare. Interefere."
"...I'm coming, Dragon!"
Whipping around, Jave dashes forward, unsheathing his baton and whipping it out in a matter of seconds to strike at Spike's right armpit, while his left hand's broken metal bat comes more defensively in front of Jave and towards Spike's face.
Jave's Statistics:
Strength: 12
Dexterity: 16
Constitution: 10
Intelligence: 15
Wisdom: 11
Charisma: 16
Spike nods and pulls the Bokken handle from his belt, activating the black flame sword in his left hand, his right fore arm moving to block the baton as the sword move to deflect the bat away as Spike steps in throwing a headbutt for Jave's head.
Strength: 43
Dexterity: 27
Constitution: 28
Intelligence: 30
Wisdom: 31
Charisma: 41 (31 with Black Flame Sword) -10 per post of use.
Strength: 43 (53 with black flame sword)
Dexterity: 27
Constitution: 28
Intelligence: 30
Wisdom: 31
Charisma: 41 (31 with black flame sword)
Dexterity: 27
Constitution: 28
Intelligence: 30
Wisdom: 31
Charisma: 41 (31 with Black Flame Sword) -10 per post of use.
Strength: 43 (53 with black flame sword)
Dexterity: 27
Constitution: 28
Intelligence: 30
Wisdom: 31
Charisma: 41 (31 with black flame sword)
The man charges in, mouth open, teeth gritted, as his right hand's baton is blocked by the man's forearm, while the half of the bat is deflected, knocking Jave's left hand backwards a bit---
Jave gets caught in his forehead by a headbutt, cracking his head open, blood pouring out... he falls to the ground, dropping his baton...
---He suddenly grabs a handful of dirt from the ground and tries to throw it at Spike's face.
"I. Am. A. Coward!"
If successful, he'd try to pick up his baton again, blood pouring over his eyes, and jump himself into a crouch, before trying to make a double-attack against the man's right knee, sweat pouring from his body form having to deal with such an overwhelming amount of pressure.
Jave gets caught in his forehead by a headbutt, cracking his head open, blood pouring out... he falls to the ground, dropping his baton...
---He suddenly grabs a handful of dirt from the ground and tries to throw it at Spike's face.
"I. Am. A. Coward!"
If successful, he'd try to pick up his baton again, blood pouring over his eyes, and jump himself into a crouch, before trying to make a double-attack against the man's right knee, sweat pouring from his body form having to deal with such an overwhelming amount of pressure.
Spike throws up his right arm to try and block the dirt, but its dirt and it easily splashes into his arm causing it to go all over his face, causing him a moments lapse as he feels the attack to his knee. Taking his leg from under him, the blind fight training from his dad and Void kicking in as he pushes off the ground with his left leg to do a front hand spring so he didn;t hit the ground. Spike would turn quickly and swing the black flame at the man in a diagonal slash.
---Having taken the initiative, the man's shortened bat quickly comes up in front of him---only to be swung out of his grasp as black flames retch into the air between them. The bat flies away, landing several dozen feet behind Jave. With little time to spare, Jave steps back from his crouch and back into a stand, holding now his baton with two hands. He holds it now in a basic kendo stance, as his left hand is still shaking in recoil from the previous blow.
He takes a definitive step forward with his right foot and tries to stab at Spike's neck as quickly as he can with the blunted tip of the baton.
He takes a definitive step forward with his right foot and tries to stab at Spike's neck as quickly as he can with the blunted tip of the baton.
Spike knows he can't sustain the black flames of the bokken for much longer, having disarmed the man's broken bat. The man taking his stance, Spike making sure his leg was alright by applying pressure with his body, taking the bokken handle in both hands now. The stab coming in, Spike would raise the handle and angle his bokken across his body to intercept the baton, pushing up to raise it higher, Spike would step in with a knee strike aimed for Jave's stomach.
Strength: 43 (53)
Dexterity: 27
Constitution: 28
Intelligence: 30
Wisdom: 31
Charisma: 41 (11)
Dexterity: 27
Constitution: 28
Intelligence: 30
Wisdom: 31
Charisma: 41 (11)
The stab would be intercepted by the black flame sword, pushing the baton and both of Jave's arms upward---he managed to hold onto the baton.
...Only to have a knee jump into Jave's stomach, making him spit out a fair amount of blood and winding him. The man would stagger backwards several feet, his left hand reflexively reaching to massage and comfort his stomach... the baton rigidly held in his right hand as Jave sight would only begin to come back into focus...
Successfuly stunned.
He began taking a few deep breaths...
...Only to have a knee jump into Jave's stomach, making him spit out a fair amount of blood and winding him. The man would stagger backwards several feet, his left hand reflexively reaching to massage and comfort his stomach... the baton rigidly held in his right hand as Jave sight would only begin to come back into focus...
Successfuly stunned.
He began taking a few deep breaths...
Spike would rear back and throw the black flame sword. once out of his hands the black flame would begin to receed and decipate making the handle harmless, but it was the decoy as Spike launched at the man Spike's arm bursting into the golden flames, his hair spiking as the hair tie that keeps his hair back bruned away incinerated by Spike's Qi, Spike would be coming down with his right arm in a claw form for Jave, but when Spike would land, his Qi would be gone his hand would be extended.
"It's over Jave. There is no point in continueing."
Spike's hand would linger there in the air, in the form of a handshake.
Jave only began to recover himself when he saw the black sword being thrown at him. Grimacing at a spotted oppurtunity, he shifted his head slightly to the right, letting the hilt knock against his cheek---
---There was a moment of confusion as he began to steady himself---only to realize too late that he was staring down an erupting river of light that was heading straight for him. In a sudden panic, he fell backwards, dropping his baton in the midst. Only his eyes widened as a show of surprise---until the Dragon declared it.
Over. It was over.
And even a handshake was offered.
For Jave, he could feel his instincts telling him to smack the hand out of the way turn tale and run---but he'd be spitting on the old Boss' good name. Instead, what was offered to him was subjugation and surrender of himself. To flee was to run and escape eventual pain. To continue was only to endure a lot of pain and then nothing.
To accept was to escape.
Jave bit his lower lip.
"...It's so unfair... These differences in strength..."
His hand begrudingly went up to Spike's hand, grasping it firmly as he'd start to push himself up.
---There was a moment of confusion as he began to steady himself---only to realize too late that he was staring down an erupting river of light that was heading straight for him. In a sudden panic, he fell backwards, dropping his baton in the midst. Only his eyes widened as a show of surprise---until the Dragon declared it.
Over. It was over.
And even a handshake was offered.
For Jave, he could feel his instincts telling him to smack the hand out of the way turn tale and run---but he'd be spitting on the old Boss' good name. Instead, what was offered to him was subjugation and surrender of himself. To flee was to run and escape eventual pain. To continue was only to endure a lot of pain and then nothing.
To accept was to escape.
Jave bit his lower lip.
"...It's so unfair... These differences in strength..."
His hand begrudingly went up to Spike's hand, grasping it firmly as he'd start to push himself up.
"I'm going to prove to you, the world hasn;t abandoned you. Like your brothers the world is afraid. Too afraid too cowardly to do anything without strength to give them courage. Your strength was something to hide behind to say We are stronger so we should survive. I'm going to show you everyone diserves that same survival oppertunity not just those who chose to follow into a group that can do whatever they want."
Spike would attempt to help Jave up.
"Help me and I will show you our difference in strength is smaller than you mite think.
Jave's firm grasp feels just as reciprocated as he's helped up by Spike. The man was speaking, to Jave, in what he felt as idealistic views. Yet he rather blatantly put out the Graves' shallow goals right there, out in the open. A group of aimless vagabonds. Spike then offered such things as taking on the Javes as with him.
But there was a problem.
Javes would look back at the seven, who looked crestfallen at their leader's defeat, one of them having already started to run away.
"...What of them? I can't betray them. And don't think the people in Compton will suddenly get over what we've done. We've robbed. We've murdered. We are sinners."
But there was a problem.
Javes would look back at the seven, who looked crestfallen at their leader's defeat, one of them having already started to run away.
"...What of them? I can't betray them. And don't think the people in Compton will suddenly get over what we've done. We've robbed. We've murdered. We are sinners."
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Moderator Note: Decision Time. Depending on what you decide (or rather, also, how you choose to decide and the number of things you decide on) will affect Jave's and the Graves relationship with Spike and the Dragons... as well as the citizen's of Compton.
Moderator Note: Decision Time. Depending on what you decide (or rather, also, how you choose to decide and the number of things you decide on) will affect Jave's and the Graves relationship with Spike and the Dragons... as well as the citizen's of Compton.
"I'd rather you didn't betrey the. And your right, the people wont all of a sudden accept you simply because of this. It will take time. Which, is why you must have them return the things you all have stollen. Make your redemptions, and I'll see if you can't help my father in Inglewood until the people see you've changed. Those that are willing to change always diserve a second chance."
Note how Spike said not everyone diserved such a thing.
"...Then... what of my brothers? Some of them will go along with this, sure. Most of them would rather flee into the hills with all the precious things we've taken."
And it wasn't necessary to state that Jave obviously would be totally against hunting such deserters down...
And it wasn't necessary to state that Jave obviously would be totally against hunting such deserters down...
"If they flee, then they flee. As long as the people are left alone no harm will come to them."
But Spike's tone would change now as he looked Jave in the eyes.
"But, I will protect the people."
"There are problems the towns people have. We have been able to open up a market for food, but it is a temporary problem. It will take time, but if we work together in coming up with a solution. It will be the first steps in the right direction. We will soon be having our farm set up here in Compton, to set up trade with Inglewood."
Temporary solution to a long term problem-
Jave looked up at the man and pocketed his hands, looking back at the the Zombies behind them.
"...Relay the prerequisites to them---that Jave is joining The Dragons. Tell the others that don't want to flee east. Those that want to... meet here in the Graveyard asap."
There was a slow uptake on it... before the Zombies left. At least two of them suddenly looked on Jave with a disgusted look. Jave could only shrug at it.
"...In the end, their beloved boss has probably just betrayed them all. This is the extent of my cowardice, Dragon."
There was a mournful expression on Jave's half-smile that he gave to Spike.
"...Might as well sit down and talk, if we're gonna strategize. Everyone else left plenty of food and drink for us to enjoy..."
With that, Jave gave a wave of his hand as he invited Spike and his Dragonlings to sit around the bonfire with him, picking up a discarded plate with some meat pie on it. With a plastic fork, he'd start shoveling it into his mouth...
"...Relay the prerequisites to them---that Jave is joining The Dragons. Tell the others that don't want to flee east. Those that want to... meet here in the Graveyard asap."
There was a slow uptake on it... before the Zombies left. At least two of them suddenly looked on Jave with a disgusted look. Jave could only shrug at it.
"...In the end, their beloved boss has probably just betrayed them all. This is the extent of my cowardice, Dragon."
There was a mournful expression on Jave's half-smile that he gave to Spike.
"...Might as well sit down and talk, if we're gonna strategize. Everyone else left plenty of food and drink for us to enjoy..."
With that, Jave gave a wave of his hand as he invited Spike and his Dragonlings to sit around the bonfire with him, picking up a discarded plate with some meat pie on it. With a plastic fork, he'd start shoveling it into his mouth...
Spike would wave a hand as three of his five would leave heading back to town to prepare the rest of the Dragonlings. Spike would begin to eat and drink only a small portion as heplanned to distribute the parishable foods to the kids in town.
"You are an excellent fighter. You may have been overwhelmed, but your technique and strategy are commendable."
Small talk indeed. He was still thinking on what subject to best start with.
Otherwise Spike would be devouring the food as if his life depended on it.
"...Thank you..." the man would reply simply before sitting himself down adjacent to Spike.
"Yourself as well. Amongst the Graves, I am overwhelmingly strong, yet you can overwhelm me without any effort at all. It would take me another twenty years to catch up to your level."
"...But, with the Graves having fallen in such a manner, the other gangs will become more active, the balance of power having disappeared."
"Yourself as well. Amongst the Graves, I am overwhelmingly strong, yet you can overwhelm me without any effort at all. It would take me another twenty years to catch up to your level."
"...But, with the Graves having fallen in such a manner, the other gangs will become more active, the balance of power having disappeared."
"They will try. I've cut off the drug running operations by claiming the pharmacy as my HQ, this will deplete any money they can earn and control over the addicts to waver. Atwhich time I will attempt to make them see the wrong. Or put them down."
Spike said his words where calculated, but only so far. He wasevery bit his fathers son. Brute force was his saving grace, but he got his kindness from his mother.
"The only reason I'm stronger is because of my family. I can help you become strong. I can promise it wont take twenty years."
"...You took back the pharmacy?" asked Jave, a hint of fear in his voice.
"Well, if it is you, maybe it isn't anything to fear... but..." Jave stopped, as he reached over for a plate of korean barbeque, forking himself a bite.
"...The Venturers are stronger than both the Flood and the Graves..."
"Well, if it is you, maybe it isn't anything to fear... but..." Jave stopped, as he reached over for a plate of korean barbeque, forking himself a bite.
"...The Venturers are stronger than both the Flood and the Graves..."
Spike looked to Jave, grabbing a can of Dr Pepper and opening it.
"How strong are we talkin? Numbers? Or do they use?"
Moreor less asking if they used the drugs to get stronger. He had seen color drug addicts and the like before.
Chewing roughly for a moment, Jave looked up at Spike for a moment.
"...Not so much numbers. They're the smallest. But... drugs, they use. And quite well."
Jave could be seen, shuddering...
"...Not so much numbers. They're the smallest. But... drugs, they use. And quite well."
Jave could be seen, shuddering...
"Does it come in a can, or injection canisters?"
Spike noted the shuddering, which meant Jave has seen it first hand. It finally hit Spike that they had a boss previous to Jave... Must of been the Ventures.
"...Sometimes both..." was the response.
He resorted to eating.
He resorted to eating.
"My dad hates users..."
Spike said before taking a drink... It was true, Leon used to be able to smell a user from a mile away, and destroy them. Too bad he was in Inglewood.
"Here, this mite help you out better than me for now."
Spike would reach out one of his Dragonlings handing him the power pole. He would hand it to Jave.
"Until I can make you stronger, I want you to use that. It extends to about six feet if you will it to do so."
Spike would stand up and roll the coat off his shoulders, it hitting the ground like the ton of bricks it was, he hadn;t takin it off in his fight with Jave.
"I'll even teach you how to use a Qi. People who use will never be able to reach that kind of power, in fact, I bet they are even larger cowards than you."
Dad. Jave looked up at this, raising a brow. Obviously, Spike was referring to Leon Sudeki, the Lightning Dragon...---But, upon looking at Spike again, he would see a pole being handed to him.
"...If I will it...?"
At the rest, Jave would just gape, looking at it---before his body was shot in the air a few feet by the falling of Spike's weights onto the ground, where he would scramble to get back to his sitting position, looking at the Dragon with disbelief.
"...You can... teach me... Qi...?"
Already, a look of disbelief went over Jave's face... Looking at the level that Spike Sudeki was at with his intensive training...
"...If I will it...?"
At the rest, Jave would just gape, looking at it---before his body was shot in the air a few feet by the falling of Spike's weights onto the ground, where he would scramble to get back to his sitting position, looking at the Dragon with disbelief.
"...You can... teach me... Qi...?"
Already, a look of disbelief went over Jave's face... Looking at the level that Spike Sudeki was at with his intensive training...
Moderator Notes:
-Spike Sudeki gained Gang Leader NPC Jave of the Graves
- Jave's Statistics:
- Strength: 12
- Dexterity: 16
- Constitution: 10
- Intelligence: 15
- Wisdom: 11
- Charisma: 16
- Strength: 12
-16 Zombies have joined Spike Sudeki (5 in every statistic)