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Post by Il Chameleon on May 4, 2012 17:04:54 GMT -5
[style=float: right; background: #191919; border: 1px solid #9E9E9E; padding: 5px; margin-bottom: 3px; margin-left: 10px;]  DEAD MAN WALKING THEY NEVER SAID IT WOULD BE EASY [classy=textwall] The Chameleon took a breath, the first of many as a free man. He had said goodbye to his good friends at the Vendicare prison and flew all the way to the very spot he had been arrested at so many years ago, a small park in the heart of the city. The city had changed in all that time. It was now a bustling suburban jungle. As he navigated the crowd, he caught sight of a girl wearing a strangely familiar fedora, one with an orange stripe. It reminded him of a man who was very popular in the Vendicare. Infamous was a better word as so many of his inmate's bosses seem to have been assassinated by him. The Chameleon thought it perfect to assume this form, after all he was never one to reveal his identity. He removed the illusory hat from his head and stood in a parking lot that had once been a park covered in grass. He walked around a bit, getting a feel for his new body shape, before happening upon a man sitting alone waiting for the bus. It had been a while since he had killed someone, he was overdue. After a period of slight hesitation, he decided that the Vindice would not care if such a lowly man was killed. He whipped out his pistol, a pretty CZ75 that the person he was emulating often used, and in one shot fired several beams of yellow light that sundered the man countless times. It felt good, but all the people screaming were ruining his fun. He pointed the pistol upward and shot multiple times, watching the chaos rain down on all the worthless people in the square. He was having the time of his life now. He didn't realize, however, that while he was ending so many lives for his amusement, a news helicopter had captured a clear shot of his new persona and, not being able to change this sort of thing willy nilly, he would be recognized and every self righteous vigilante yahoo in the city would come barrelling after him. It would be a pleasant surprise. More fight, more fun. [/classy][/style] TAGS ROY, KAKERU, LUCE (OUR POSTING ORDER, 'KAY?) [style=width: 405px; color: #333; font-family: courier new; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 1px; border-top: 1px dotted #333; padding: 1 0 0 0;] TEMPLATE BY AUXILLE [/classy] |
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Post by Roy Rovina on May 4, 2012 17:10:56 GMT -5
Roy had heard gunshots and saw the golden rays, and naturally was running to see who it was. To his surprise he saw Reborn. Just seeing him sent a chill down his spine. Reborn was the greatest hit man of all time. Roy's heart started to pound furiously was this fear? Something didn't feel right though. Didn't reborn go missing or die or something? What was he doing here? That's when Roy noticed the dead civilians. "You bastard." Roy said with disgust. He quickly drew his bock weapon and opened it. He gripped his scythe and charged at Reborn. I don't care how powerful you are I'll kill you. Roy thought as he took a swing towards the legend. His heart raced a mile a minute his moral pride had gotten the best of him, but it was to late to turn back now.
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Post by Kakeru Daishori on May 4, 2012 17:19:18 GMT -5
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Kakeru had just gotten off of work, and was on his way home by this time, when he heard screams and gunshots. A snarling frown formed on his half-covered face, as he followed the sound, drawing out the Tempesta Rossa, and made his way into the park, seeing the man standing there. A man who, by all rights, shouldn't be standing anywhere. A man who had died some years ago, a legend among the mafia. Reborn. But something was definitely off. Kakeru had heard that Reborn wasn't the type to attack civilians for no reason, yet here he was, back from the dead, causing a riot in the park. "Oi, you're Reborn, ain't'cha? Well right now, you're in my turf, and you're fucking with the peace. See, that's a big no-no, and I'm not going to let that slide. By the name of the Lupo Famiglia, I shall strike you down where you stand!" He said, using his special technique to form eight of his "throwing knives" in his left hand, and throwing them at "Reborn".
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Post by Luce Tribbiani on May 4, 2012 17:49:54 GMT -5
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It got tiresome sometimes and definitely boring. Of course, there were times when Luce had to go shopping. Food didn't appear by itself, you know.
That was the only reason she was there, bored out of her mind. She had just been to a nearby market, which was the reason for the two bags of food in hand. One held a ton of apples, lemons, other assorted fruits, and one watermelon. The other held a variety of meats, spices, and pasta. She was Italian. Of course there was pasta.
The woman wanted to get home as quickly as possible, so she moved as quickly as she could within the crowd, back rim rod straight. She had desperately wanted something exciting to happen, as she loved surprises, but today seemed like just another ordinary day.
The fedora with the orange stripe that she usually donned was placed comfortably atop her head. She never felt safe without it. It certainly pissed her off that she had to put her beloved hat on the hat rack when she was working, but alas, those were the rules.
For a second, she felt an odd sensation, almost as if someone was watching her. Luce looked around a bit, stopping in the middle of the crowd and causing some people to curse under their breaths and move around her.
Then the feeling disappeared. Huh. Weird.
Luce kept walking towards her apartment. On her way, the weirdest thing happened.
She saw her dead grandfather. Once more, Luce stopped in her tracks. Not only did this guy look like her grandfather, but he was shooting everything up. Even weirder.
Oh, hell naw. This guy was definitely not Reborn. Luce'd be damned if she couldn't recognize her true grandfather, and he was dead.
Not even a moment afterward, two idiots started attacking the grandfather imposter.
Luce decided to hang back and wait. She was pissed, yes, and the smile on her face gave no sign to that, but she wanted to hang back and see the imposter's true abilities before she did anything to kick his ass.
Of course, in an effort to quell her ever growing anger, she mumbled, so they couldn't hear, "That's not him, you imbeciles." The gentle smile on her face was rather unsettling, as it clashed with the harsh comment.
Some weird, twisted part of her found this rather entertaining. Today definitely wouldn't be boring.
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Post by Il Chameleon on May 7, 2012 18:51:02 GMT -5
[style=float: right; background: #191919; border: 1px solid #9E9E9E; padding: 5px; margin-bottom: 3px; margin-left: 10px;] DEAD MAN WALKING THEY NEVER SAID IT WOULD BE EASY [classy=textwall] "Hmph. The cavalry has arrived," The Chameleon thought aloud as he watched the blond boy charge at him with a scythe. The dangerous criminal pointed his gun towards his would be attacker, before smirking and instead shooting two shots directly into the ground at his feet. After narrowly avoiding the attack, the Chameleon rolled back to where he once stood to collect the illusory hat and place it back upon his head. He was halfway through berating his opponent when he sensed flame coming from another direction. He turned and saw little projectiles burning dark crimson headed right for him. He raised his pistol once more and shot a yellow beam that split into seven which intercepted all but one of the projectiles. The smoke from the explosions obscured his view of the final flame knife until it almost made contact. One back flip and it bypassed him, exploding behind him as it hit some other obstacle. The last of his attackers, the girl wearing the hat that reminded the Chameleon of Reborn, stood in the back, smiling. The criminal did not care to see what kind of attack she would come up with so he turned his back to the other two assailants and shot another yellow beam that split off into five, each one headed directly for the girl. OOC: For the record disregard the icon. What you are facing is the adult Reborn. [/classy][/style] TAGS ROY, KAKERU, LUCE [style=width: 405px; color: #333; font-family: courier new; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 1px; border-top: 1px dotted #333; padding: 1 0 0 0;] TEMPLATE BY AUXILLE [/classy] |
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Post by Roy Rovina on May 7, 2012 19:36:31 GMT -5
As Roy's swing missed he backed up only to see another person trying to attack reborn. Roy preferred to work alone, but then again this was reborn, or was it. According to his sources and knowledge Reborn died awhile ago so who was this guy. The adrenaline cooled down so Roy started to think more clearly. The "Reborn" back flipped and dodged the storm flamed attacks.
Before he could even comprehend what was going on Roy noticed a girl. It was a civilian girl she stood no shot against the golden rays that were heading straight toward her. Roy put on his crimson hood and quickly appeared in front of the girl with his back to her. He gripped his Scythe tightly and the sickles began to glow red. Then Roy spun the scythe rapidly in an infinity symbol motion. This was so that both Sickles were facing front wards for the majority of the time. The sickles lit a crimson colored flame and started to shoot sickle shaped flames out of it.
The flames were lunched at the shots fired by the "Reborn". They collided and counter acted one another. Roy let out a sigh as it was a close call. Then the pain hit him as his shoulder had been hit. The golden haired boy winced in pain, damn that had hurt he thought. The pain was over quick however so Roy concentrated on his enemy. I cant help , but feel if that was reborn I would be dead from that one shot. Not turning Roy spoke to the girl "You should leave, I would hate for an innocent girl like you to get caught up in this mess. " Roy then payed close attention to the "Reborn". I need to strategize if I'm going to win. Roy thought to himself.
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Post by Kakeru Daishori on May 11, 2012 0:36:41 GMT -5
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A fake smile...is that it? Are you happy? You're not lying?
Locking it away isn't living wisely, "Go with the flow"...is that what you want?
Isn't that no better than a machine? Awaken the hot spirit within your cold body.
Everyone has a "wildness" within their hearts, sometimes you've got to loose the chains and let the blood flow!
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Kakeru chuckled. The other blond-haired boy managed to block most of the attack before Kakeru could implement his counter, but did help to verify the girl's words. This man wasn't Reborn. He wasn't anywhere near powerful enough. In an instant, he was dashing at "Reborn", halfway to his prey before he jumped. Sliding his hand downward and back, he used his ring to pour flames into his Boxes, both opening in a flash of crimson. Around Kakeru's hands and feet formed armor, silver in color, and detailed of red. Below him, a pitch-black wolf rushed out, crimson flames burning from his shoulders, and a fiercely determined look in his eyes. This wasn't a game, and it wasn't just practice. It was hunting time. As he was in the air, Kakeru spoke out, announcing the name of his ability. "Oi, watch yourself, impostor! Filo d'Inferno!" As he spoke, Storm Flames poured out from his right gauntlet, wrapping around his cue to take the form of a chainsaw-like sword. Flipping in midair, he aimed to bring the weapon down on "Reborn's" head, whilst Jack ran around behind him, in case he tried to dodge, to incapacitate him with a tackle and biting at his arms.
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