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Apr 21, 2017 10:31:13 GMT -5
Post by Kenshi on Apr 21, 2017 10:31:13 GMT -5
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I AM THE BONE OF MY SWORD. STEEL IS MY BODY AND FIRE IS MY BLOOD.
[attr="class","monsterexo"]While Papilion could have been a little bit more specific with her intended meaning of 'over there', Kenshi understood its context all the same; there was still the upper level to contend with, in addition to the other two rooms at the end of the hall they were currently storming. After his question about items yielded inconclusive results, the Edgemaster's crooked brows lowered sharply to better illustrate his mind at work, then opted to put his analysis of the question on the back burner to focus on the task at hand. Glancing down at his swords while he strode his way out of the storage unit, Kenshi imagined each blade's taking on the shape of a simple Chinese dao, a single-edged weapon useful for chopping or slashing attacks. Approximately ten seconds elapsed as both short swords dissolved into luminous crystalline fragments before coalescing into his desired tool: the skill of Alteration. Of course, this would only last for three minutes, exactly the same amount of time that his Reinforcement ability spanned, however the benefits to this particular technique would make themselves transparently known, in due course. Motioned to take point, the swordsman took long, focused strides to the next room on the left, carefully leaned in to listen, and determined that there were no indicators of enemy presence. He gingerly opened the door, looking inside to find an empty room. "Clear," he said. Kenshi repeated this same maneuver with the third and final door, paying close attention to the rightward bend a few feet away for signs of movement while he leaned against the portal to discern the sounds of conversation a third time. When nothing entered earshot, Kenshi opened the door, and saw another empty room, except this one was littered with all kinds of documents that were each written on different types of parchment. "Clear," he repeated, cautiously this time. Understandably, Kenshi's focus was fixated solely on the investigation of the hall's side rooms for bandits, so it took an equally attentive individual to provide cover for him. He had Papilion for that, and she had been doing a remarkable job so far. It was only fair for him to ensure that he continued to pull his weight. Her services might be needed soon, though, because a frightened presence had been observing the adventurers from behind the bend just a few feet away. (feel free to take creative liberty with whoever's watching us!)
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Apr 21, 2017 11:02:59 GMT -5
Post by papilion on Apr 21, 2017 11:02:59 GMT -5
'cause tonight's the night the world begins again The two of them went through each room one by one, with Kenshi checking inside, then calling out if it was safe or not. Naomi was pretty confident that the way back would be safe, but it didn't hurt to check their backs from time to time just in case. She trusted Kenshi to make sure no one came at them from the front by surprise, so she focused less there. "I think we cleared out the first floor. Let's head to the next."As she turned her gaze to the front, she nearly didn't catch sight of a shadow of movement disappearing around the corner. Her whole body stiffened as she clutched Kenshi's arm to get his attention. When she was sure that he was looking at her, she gestured with a tilt of her head at the direction of said corner. She lifted a finger to her lips, then mouthed the words "Someone there". Hopefully Kenshi was good at lip-reading. Standing behind the white haired player, she spread her wings out - just in case she needed to take action quickly - and pressed both of her hands behind Kenshi. If the attack was going to come at them all of a sudden, she wanted to make sure she got her Golden Touch on him right before then. But all of a sudden she heard a scream in the same area they were headed towards. Brows furrowed she glanced at Kenshi uncertainly. "Should I use my ability now or should we wait for a bit and check things out first?"Kenshi Cops & RobbersOOC: Sorry, I'll just leave it up to you what's going on over there
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Apr 21, 2017 12:44:18 GMT -5
Post by Kenshi on Apr 21, 2017 12:44:18 GMT -5
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I AM THE BONE OF MY SWORD. STEEL IS MY BODY AND FIRE IS MY BLOOD.
[attr="class","monsterexo"]As he was getting ready to follow through with Papilion's suggestion to scope out the upper level, Kenshin felt her jostle his frame in an attempt to grab his attention. Like many times before, the neurodivergent man had to suppress his dislike of physical contact so that he could allow her to express what it was she was trying to inform him of by way of lip movement alone: that there was someone lurking nearby. As soon as a scream of distress cried out, the close proximity of the noise gave Kenshi enough reason to believe that there were likely hostages on this floor, as well, which meant only one thing -- that the crooks were smart enough to split them up and make things difficult for anyone coming inside to rescue them. When asked if he wanted to be given another dose of the woman's Golden Touch, Kenshi shook his head. "There's only two of us and probably three times as many hostages, maybe more. We're taking too long to save them," he said curtly, wasting no time being honest with his partner. "Go back to the lobby and gather whatever guards you can, then do a sweep of the upper floor. Use your powder to disengage if it gets too dicey." He then brandished his swords with a quick flourish. "I'll worry about handling the leftovers."While his plan might have presented itself as being exceptionally risky, there was little other options Kenshi had to present if they were to clear the quest without leaving even the slightest room room for error. It was necessary to think tactically here, and if it meant covering more area and being more thorough in their sweep, then splitting up would be the more sound course of action to follow, even if it meant exposing the weaker of the two Utility units to the possibility of danger. Without another word, Kenshi stepped forward in full anticipation of whatever lay around the corner, swords poised and ready to strike at the slightest movement. As soon as his head slipped past the threshold, he caught the source of the disturbance -- a man seemingly dressed in nothing but his underwear -- running toward a room that appeared barricaded by all manner of detritus. Another piercing scream rang out from behind that same door. Kenshi straightened his posture out and took a deep breath. "Let me take a rain check on that earlier suggestion," he said with a faint grin, humored by the convenience of the situation, "I think I just found where the hostages are being kept."MADE BY ★MEULK [newclass=.monsterexo]line-height:14px;[/newclass][newclass=.monsterexo b]color:#f1e481;[/newclass]
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Apr 24, 2017 1:20:31 GMT -5
Post by papilion on Apr 24, 2017 1:20:31 GMT -5
'cause tonight's the night the world begins again She listened closely to his suggestion, wincing when he mentioned that they were taking too slow. "I guess you're right," pressing both of her fingers together she looked down a bit dejectedly. Were they actually taking too long? It didn't feel like that to her. Then again, how much more did they need to do before all the criminals were apprehended? Kenshi had a point. As he laid out their new plan, she pursed her lips and nodded. "Makes sense. I could fly up through all the floors and just knock people to sleep, the same way I did with the two earlier."Just as she turned around and was about to head back down to the first floor, they heard another scream. Naomi couldn't help but stop and glance back, eyes widening when Kenshi took back his suggestion. "Huh? What are you talking about? Rain check??" Curiosity had her running back towards the white haired player. He did say she didn't have to go through with his suggestion. Stopping right behind him, she tried to take a peek over his shoulder and find out what exactly he meant. Kenshi Cops & Robbers
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Apr 24, 2017 10:46:04 GMT -5
Post by Kenshi on Apr 24, 2017 10:46:04 GMT -5
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I AM THE BONE OF MY SWORD. STEEL IS MY BODY AND FIRE IS MY BLOOD.
[attr="class","monsterexo"]As Papilion came running back to see what he had been talking about, Kenshi merely pointed to the barricaded door, expecting her to see the piles of junk keeping it from being readily accessed. Then, he remembered the man in his underwear, and called out, being careful not to be too loud lest he attract any other bandits to their presence. "Tell everyone to remain calm! Help is on the way!" Turning to the butterfly-winged adventurer, he nodded quietly, then paced his way to the walled-off door, clearing the barricade away, chair by chair, with a resounding amount of patience until the portal was free enough to where he could take a peek inside, glancing back at Papilion once again -- this time raising his finger to gesture that she wait until he gave another signal to apply her Golden Touch. Using the point of his saber, he pushed the door open. "I-Is someone there!? Can you hear us!? Help, please!" Upon hearing the pleading cries of a man in distress, Kenshi shoved forward. But in taking the first step into what appeared to be another storage room, the unmistakable sound of guns being cocked rang out in a way that could only be described as mentally jarring. "Huh. Didn't think you'd be stupid enough to fall for that one," said a masked crook with an evil sneer as he pointed the barrel of his weapon at the temple of a struggling bank worker, stripped of everything save for her undergarments. Close by were three other men, including the one Kenshi had seen running away mere moments earlier, all of whom were aiming guns at a group of seven unarmed people, also stripped down to their underwear. Kenshi sighed despondently, although the rest of his face devoid of emotion. If anything, he exhaled so more out of annoyance than defeat. "Found the hostages," he drawled, expecting Papilion to berate him for his lack of foresight but nonetheless focused on the problem at hand. Four men, all of which were armed and ready to turn their only eight forms of leverage into Swiss cheese. In spite of the fact that this mission went dramatically south in terms of completion time, the adventurers were actually the ones with the advantage here; as long as the criminals had meat shields, they would be more focused on acting out of self-preservation -- a true psychopath would not have bothered to hold anyone hostage, let alone keep them alive long enough to make a bargain. Had Papilion not tagged along, Kenshi would have snuffed everyone out, hostages included -- video game logic dictated that rescuing the hostages was an optional objective, and therefore was not necessary in the grand scheme of completing the quest. Of course, the Edgemaster knew this all too well. But did Papilion? For now, he stayed his blades, and patiently waited for the chance to strike. MADE BY ★MEULK [newclass=.monsterexo]line-height:14px;[/newclass][newclass=.monsterexo b]color:#f1e481;[/newclass]
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Apr 25, 2017 1:37:59 GMT -5
Post by papilion on Apr 25, 2017 1:37:59 GMT -5
'cause tonight's the night the world begins again Naomi stepped to one side of the hall as Kenshi began moving chairs and tables aside. She heard the sound of a man crying out for help again, and furrowed her brows in confusion. Before this, all they had heard was screaming. This was the first time someone was speaking and calling out for help. Biting her lip nervously, she reached out to Kenshi to stop him, but was too late as he pushed the door open and stepped inside. Since she stayed outside, out of vision, she only heard the sound of guns being cocked, followed by the sounds of another man talking. His words made her sigh as she pressed a hand to her face and shook her head. Standing right by the door, she unfurled her wings then silently made the flutter. The scales would spread out and, adjusting the angle of her beating, fly inside where everyone was. There was no time to warn Kenshi or give him an added buff, as he was inside and no doubt in everyone's sights. This was the best she could do, given the current situation. She was confident that no guns would be fired when everyone inhaled her scales at the same time and fell asleep, though Kenshi would probably be affected if he didn't hold his breath in. Ah well. She could wake him up quickly if he did. Kenshi Cops & Robbers
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Apr 25, 2017 10:12:11 GMT -5
Post by Kenshi on Apr 25, 2017 10:12:11 GMT -5
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I AM THE BONE OF MY SWORD. STEEL IS MY BODY AND FIRE IS MY BLOOD.
[attr="class","monsterexo"]Distinctive flecks of powder breezed past Kenshi from the doorway behind him; their coloration alone was enough of a signal for him to cover his mouth and nose the moment it entered his field of vision. One by one, both criminals and hostages alike dropped to the floor without a struggle, some of whom collapsed on top of one another as they were carried off into the figurative arms of Morpheus. It didn't take long for the fine-particle substance to settle, enabling the Edgemaster to breathe once the coast was clear. Though genuinely thankful for Papilion's assistance, he slumped his shoulders forward several inches, somewhat despondent over his inability to handle the situation the way he wished. Oh, well. They completed the optional objective, at least. "Well, that's one less thing to worry about now," Kenshi muttered as he stepped outside of the room, his Chinese sabers quickly reverting back into their original European shapes once the timer for his Alteration skill had expired. "I'd ask that you stay with the hostages, but I'd rather not make any further mistakes and mess this up for both of us." The utility player shrugged. "On the plus, we can sweep the upper floor and clear this without any other distractions."Kenshi always had to be careful to see the good in things, crapsack as this whole "trapped-inside-a-video-game" fiasco was in the long term; hell, before this whole thing even started, getting out of bed was a chore that took a great deal of effort to commit to. If Kenshi had to make a comparison, stopping a fictitious crime-in-progress was tantamount to meditation for him, something that was both personally enjoyable and fulfilled a constructive purpose. MADE BY ★MEULK [newclass=.monsterexo]line-height:14px;[/newclass][newclass=.monsterexo b]color:#f1e481;[/newclass]
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Apr 26, 2017 2:57:01 GMT -5
Post by papilion on Apr 26, 2017 2:57:01 GMT -5
'cause tonight's the night the world begins again From the sounds of thuds as bodies dropped, and no gunshots being fired, Naomi knew that her ability worked perfectly. She waited for a few more moments as things continued to stay silent, before peeking inside the room. Kenshi was still standing and walked out into the hallway soon after. As he suggested both staying to keep an eye on the hostages or moving on to clean up the rest of the building, Naomi glanced back into the room filled with sleeping NPCs before speaking. "We can't leave them alone like this. We have to take those criminals out first." She pulled her dagger out as she stepped inside the room to begin the work. "The sleep effect won't last long. If they wake up while we're gone, they'll get away." Crouching in front of one of the NPCs holding a gun, she proceeded to stab their body in a swift, decisive move. "At least this way, we won't have to worry about it as we keep going up." She moved onto the second man, killing them in a similar manner as the first. Kenshi Cops & Robbers
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Apr 26, 2017 11:35:56 GMT -5
Post by Kenshi on Apr 26, 2017 11:35:56 GMT -5
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I AM THE BONE OF MY SWORD. STEEL IS MY BODY AND FIRE IS MY BLOOD.
[attr="class","monsterexo"] "Have at it, then," Kenshi dismissed with a frigid grin, "I prefer moving targets. They're more challenging." What might have been construed as arrogance or pride was really a display of integrity, or what the Edgemaster perceived to be such. But what did he know of integrity? This was the same player who had considered butchering the hostages for the sake of completing the primary objective: eliminate the robbers and secure the bank. He was simply willing to do whatever it took, but was thankful enough that such actions were not necessary. Without giving it another thought, the aloof warrior left Papilion to finish off the remaining bandits, secure in the knowledge that there would be no more surprises on the first floor while he went to take out the remaining criminals upstairs. However, Kenshi neglected to divulge his intentions or remind the pink-haired woman to follow behind him. He felt that he didn't need to; Papilion's invincibility buff was useful, but it wasn't really necessary anymore. Not when the crooks were this low of a level to where even Kenshi--whose class wasn't even built to imitate the efficacy of an Attacker, let alone replicate--could take care of them; his experience in dispatching the first wave of thugs proved that to him. Quickly and quietly, Kenshi slipped his way up the staircase and across another hallway that overlooked the lower floor, taking note of the considerable amount of space he had to work with as he concocted numerous plans of attack. One by one, thumping and slashing noises echoed discordantly from above, followed by frequent shouts, grunts and a two or three-second spray of bullets every now and then. The chaos ensued for what felt like several minutes, then all fell completely silent for a stretch of fifteen seconds until a hideous gurgling noise cried out abruptly, only to end just as swiftly. Slow, heavy footsteps reverberated through the wooden ceiling below, traveling all the way to the edge of the lower hallway, then back in the exact same rhythmic pace. The thumping traveled its way down the steps, then creeped its way around the corner where the staircase began, revealing itself to be none other than Kenshi himself, his health bar dangerously close to the red threshold and without either of his weapons, but alive and full of the same, unflinching stoicism as he had mere moments earlier. "I killed the rest of the bandits," he said, flatly and without a shred of attachment to his circumstances. "There were only three more, so you haven't missed out." Kenshi was not a social individual and cared little for the nuances and complexities of interpersonal relationships, so there was no incentive for him to lie. If she wanted proof, all she had to do was look upstairs. MADE BY ★MEULK [newclass=.monsterexo]line-height:14px;[/newclass][newclass=.monsterexo b]color:#f1e481;[/newclass]
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Apr 27, 2017 5:04:01 GMT -5
Post by papilion on Apr 27, 2017 5:04:01 GMT -5
'cause tonight's the night the world begins again Naomi glanced at Kenshi, realizing that he wasn't going to help her out at all, and grumbled as she stabbed bodies with more force than was necessary. Since he wasn't offering, she wasn't going to ask. His words sounded more like a challenge to her, an attack at her skills in fighting. Just because she didn't like charging in and preferred dirty, underhanded tricks didn't mean she was any less of a player than he was. She was still killing bandits when Kenshi left. The sounds of commotion from above was her only sign that something had happened. It didn't take her too long to realize that it was Kenshi making all that noise when she saw the white haired man gone from sight. Shaking her head, she resumed her work, no longer worried or in a rush to catch up. If he died up there, then it was all his fault for being a reckless fool. Once she was finished in the room, she straightened up and brushed the dirt off her clothes. Loud, heavy footsteps echoed from above and began moving back down. Her companion returned, a bit worse for wear with his health quite low, but alive and well. "Great. That's wonderful." While she didn't mind letting others do all the work for her, the way Kenshi did it rubbed her the wrong way. There was nothing she could do though, as she watched a window pop up to notify them of the successful end of their quest. She sighed as she accepted the reward - some cash - and faced the other player. "Looks like that's it. I'm sure you're eager to be off and take on other challenges." She walked out of the room and began heading back down the hallway. "Don't let me slow you down."Kenshi OOC: Feel free to end the thread on your next post! Cops & Robbers
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Apr 27, 2017 10:19:21 GMT -5
Post by Kenshi on Apr 27, 2017 10:19:21 GMT -5
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I AM THE BONE OF MY SWORD. STEEL IS MY BODY AND FIRE IS MY BLOOD.
[attr="class","monsterexo"]His ears rang with a satisfying chime to let him know that the quest was complete. Immediately, his wallet filled itself with the quest's only reward, a small handful of virtual currency, something Kenshi expressed silent gratitude for in spite of its meagerness. Papilion disbanded from his party and bid her farewells in a sardonic tone, leaving Kenshi to assume that she had probably paid attention earlier and simply wasn't willing to call him out on it. Not that he would bring it up, either; the quest was done, and nobody died. Their business was finished, simple as that. "Yeah. Good work today," Kenshi riposted with sarcasm of his own before he moved to leave the bank to the guards, one last playful challenge. She didn't bite the lure. She didn't even bother to turn around. Oh, well. You win some, you lose some. With a crack of his neck, Kenshi slipped out the doorways, looking actively for the closest healing station. [ FIN ]
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