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Post by Deleted on Jan 8, 2017 22:31:12 GMT
 Makyo Diao Si Gui
Thread PL: 600 OOC: Trying something new. Long set up, but I needed to explain what the situation is; this is going to be a group effort against a ghost. @orangotto
If it wasn’t for the fact Victoria was very secret about her magical origins then she would’ve been very suspect about being sent off to deal with a restless spirit. Sending a witch to do a spook’s work — it was more than just stereotyping; it was outright culturally insensitive!
Then again, it’s not like she had much to complain. Miss D’Arvoire had been given very generous work hours, and her pay was astronomical! Which, to be fair, made sense considering she — as far as she was aware — was the only person in the Galactic Patrol that really seemed to do any form of paperwork. Or, at least any paperwork in bulk.
Despite the fact that her original job description lacked any mention regarding in-field jobs, the woman wasn’t exactly too worried. She knew how to handle herself, and she knew how to handle spirits. And, considering there wasn’t exactly any mention of violence in her reports, she wagered this phantasm wasn’t outright malevolent. Maybe some strong poltergeist could prove troublesome, but as things looked Victoria sincerely doubted this was the case.
The mission: '[Earth] A restless spirit has been haunting a local village within the Eastern Lands. Meet with the locals there and find out more about this situation.' It wasn't too out of left field, all things considered. In fact, is was one of the lowest- ranking missions on the GP board. Victoria was confident in her abilities to see it through.
Nonetheless, finding out more about this spirit’s story was probably what she should focus on. After all, there wasn’t much of a point to trying to banish this apparition the hard way. Often enough ghosts could be rationalized with. Considering it was being ‘restless’ within the small village she was currently driving to, then she’d wager that whatever its past was this ghost was either born and/or died in that same village.
Something was keeping it grounded there. And she was going to find out why… Any not just because she was sure it’d make a good gossip story among the magic social circles.
The trip to this little village wasn’t too tediously long; her hovercar, though modest, was able to get far enough on auto pilot that Victoria found herself distracted enough by all the paperwork she still had to fill out that the entire trip seemed to go about in the blink of an eye. Which was all well and good, considering there wasn’t much sightseeing to have been done over the Spinach Wastes.
The little town was far enough south that the buxom witch could only just barely feel the bite of winter — which was just fine in her book; she wasn’t too big of a fan of West City’s bone-chilling frost… So this proved to be a good change of pace — just like the scenery as a whole. The village itself was built out of wood. There wasn’t so much as a lick of paint in the few dozen buildings that scattered about a section of land beaten out of thick forestation and wild grass. That wasn’t to say that the buildings themselves were primitive — they weren’t. The wood was carefully cut and cured, giving the entire place a meticulously quaint atmosphere.
The first thing Victoria noticed — aside from the sixty-degree temperature — was that there was no electricity. She watched as a teenage boy and an older girl went about, lighting a few hanging lanterns during the main — and seemingly only — gravel road that snaked through this place. It was an odd thing to have, especially since there wasn’t a sign of civilization for hundreds of miles.
As the woman began walking towards the largest building — the only one made of three stories — she began to wonder just how such an out-of-the-way place managed to land their request on the GP’s mission list.
Time passed, and night fell. A beautiful waxing gibbous moon could be seen high in the sky, which — as unobstructed by clouds — was a spectacular show. Thanks to the lack of light pollution present in cities, the rural area allowed the cosmos to bloom into the spectacular show it was meant to be.
Aside from the feeling of being in some kind of pre-technological story, where most witch stories took place, the woman was beginning to feel slightly irritated. The story she had learned wasn’t exactly the kind that would help her get through to this spirit — not in terms of getting it to head out, anyway.
Victoria found herself talking past a few homes, glaring down at the moon-lit gravel road. The crunching or her heels and the singing wildlife the only real noise — another big change from the cities. The woman found herself pulling up her ‘Gloomy Grimoire’, and sitting down on a wooden bench perched up against the side of someone’s house. Her grimoire was an all-purpose magical tome; it was a dirty cream-colored leather-bound book, with intricate geometrical sigils etched into the cover in black. It had a musty smell to it, indicating its use.
She sat down to review the notes she had gathered.
“Subject seems to have passed away centuries ago but refused to leave this world. The ghost is classified; the townsfolk call her ‘hanging woman’. In reality, it sounds a lot like a ‘Diao Si Gui’. This apparition, according to local legend, was a young demon woman executed by the distant ancestors of the townsmen. The reason as to her execution varied from birthing out of wedlock to witchcraft.
Let this be a note for me to never visit this shithole anytime in the near future.
Apparently, every hundred years, on the first Makyo Star of the year, the ghost becomes strong enough to cause some serious destruction.
This would explain why the townsmen seem to have gone out of their way to get someone to deal with it; they seem to have put in a good deal of effort into this little village.”
The witch shut her tome, and crossed her right thigh over the other, allowing her foot to sway as she considered her options. She knew that even the most negligible demons became murderous foes when heralded by the Makyo Star… If this demon woman was strong enough to have legends built around her it did sound like Victoria might be in way over her head here.
D’Arvoire slipped her hand between her chest, disguising the fact she magically materialized her phone number. Considering what she had gathered about the town they weren’t big fan of witches — so she’d rather seem as a disinhibited sow than something worth burning. With it in hand the woman gave the screen a tab, bringing the electronics to life as she began to broadcast a signal to the GP — she was going to request back up to the nearest agent.
However, while her primary goal was to get the attention of her faction it was more than plausible for anyone else to intercept the signal. Should anyone else come to her aid… well, the more the merrier.
“This is Victoria Grace D’Arvoire,” she began broadcasting, “I’m here in this out-of-nowhere village called ‘Lunder’. Apparently, there is an imminent ghostly/demonic threat to the town, and I’ll be needing some backup to any capable fighter who manages to pick up this signal.”
Considering the GP’s status when it came to operating on Earth, Victoria clearly didn’t mention exactly who she was working for, but anyone in the agency would likely know her name. After all, she was the one who handled most of their paperwork… Also, considering she knew most of them by name, she’d at least be a little hurt if the situation wasn’t mutual.
She would go on to give vague coordinates as to where she was — mentioning it was the only sign of civilization for miles and miles. If anyone missed it from the sky then she probably wouldn't want their help in the first place; idiots had a way of complicating missions far more than necessary. |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 10, 2017 0:20:11 GMT
[ Thread Power Level: 147.283] Big Train @grace It had been a few days or more since the Saiyan’s reunion with his good friend Raisu, not the best of their fights but honestly, it hadn’t turned that bad considering he had managed to have quite a profound interaction with the crimson-haired hybrid. Not to mention that he had convinced him to resume his training routine, and Cornatto couldn’t certainly slack off! Especially if one compared Raisu to the Earthling Saiyan when he wasn’t in his Super Saiyan form; there was still a huge gap and Cornatto aimed to close it finally.
But, at the same time, he hoped for Raisu to finally achieve the power of the legendary Super Saiyan-- so they could finally have a fair fight and without holding back; something that Raisu never did against Cornatto, even back then. The hybrid didn’t probably know how to suppress his power to fight against a weaker opponent, or so he thought at least. He honestly had no idea! He had picked up such a handy technique some time after learning how to sense ki. An incredible sensation, not to mention that it was a rather convenient technique and worked much better than any kind of silly device that you’d have to carry around all the time.
A scouter, yes. The Earthling Saiyan didn’t like to carry around anything aside from a senzu bean, or whenever he’d put on his weights-- which were really about to turn into nothing but trash considering they didn’t assist him with his training that much. Or at least, not as effectively as it used to back then. He wasn’t entirely sure, but it was technically a good thing? Wouldn’t it mean that he had managed to make some real progress? Probably.
Then again, he didn’t know anyway that he could evaluate himself aside from his ki. He didn’t mind just to keep training no matter how much of a difference it made; it’d be rather frustrating and tedious to track your progress every single day. That’s what gyms were for, more or less.
The man sighed to himself, walking in his spaceship’s shiny hallway-- its walls looked like steel, but were apparently made of a stronger materials; else it’d be a real pain in the ass having to find someone to repair it and all that tech complex stuff. On the other hand, the floor was red and probably made of the same materials as the walls. It was definitely a lively combination of colors but Cornatto would be lying if he said that it didn’t actually feel lonely at times-- the spaceship was massive, and him being the only person inside made each and every single one of his noises audible throughout the entire spacecraft. Hell, even the footsteps resonated everywhere.
However, there was one thing that made everything worth it; “At least there’s no one eating my food,” - he said to himself, letting out a playful chuckle as he stepped into a room filled with seats here and there and a table, and a semicircular installation placed in the middle; what looked like to be some communications unit, in a few words.
The Earthling Saiyan sat on one of the comfy seats, his hand reaching out for a mini fridge next to the seat as he took hold of a beverage. He let his index finger below the ring, pulling it upwards as he forced it open. He lifted the drink up close to his mouth, taking a long sip before he placed it down the table. “Phew, that was fresh…” - he thought to himself before the communication device disrupted his thoughts by making some annoying noise that startled the Saiyan.
“Well… I didn’t see that one coming. Uh, ship! What’s going on?” - he called out, apparently asking someone-- or rather the ship itself to answer.
And it did.
“Our communications network is receiving a signal. It’s the Galactic Patrol’s frequency.” - A robotic, feminine voice replied.
“Is it? Hmm, I wonder what happened now. Let me hear it then!” - exclaimed the man.
Thank Kami that his spaceship was featured with a programmed AI designed to help imbec-- err, non-tech people like Cornatto. The signal was then played throughout the room’s built-in speakers; he could tell it was definitely a female’s voice. And, for a moment, he was sure that it was Belle speaking, if one had to consider the signal was supposed to be forward only to the Galactic Patrolmen but the tone of voice was entirely different, not to mention that her name wasn’t certainly Victoria de Lalala. Or however she called herself.
--But, the chance to fight a ghost of sorts was rather exciting. After all, they weren’t even supposed to exist!
By the end of the signal, as the AI specified where the signal came from, Cornatto didn’t waste a second and immediately jumped off his seat, clenching his fists in excitement.
“Yoshi! Ikuzo! (“All right! Let’s go!”)” - exclaimed the man, rushing his way out of the ship, and then into the sky as he took off and flew away at high speed-- without locking the spaceship, but whatever. “What could ever happen after all?” - he said to himself, dismissing the thought of someone breaking in his ship as he made his way to the designated location. It wasn’t even that far, so he’d be back in no time!
And as a matter of fact, it wasn’t long before his sight caught a glimpse of the creepy town of sorts. It wasn’t a place the Saiyan would even spend a week; he was used to that kind of wooden inhabitations, but the whole place just made him feel uncomfortable. “Hmm, wait… how do I find this Victoria now, though?” - he muttered, blinking as the man realized that he had no information about this lady, nor could he recognize her around by her energy. He didn’t pick up on anyone’s energy powerful enough to spark his interest-- unless she was suppressing it.
However, he realized that she’d likely be the one to recognize the other; you wouldn’t see someone dressed like that coming down the sky every day after all.
The man descended, his boots firmly set on the ground as he did nothing more than looking around for this mysterious female. |
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Post by Big Train on Jan 10, 2017 3:36:39 GMT
[HWs ON, PL: 6,242]
A heavy thud would ring out in the night as Arco landed on the outskirts of the village, carrying Big Train on his back. Arco was a giant chimera-like beast. Looking much like a 20-30 foot tall cat covered in feathers with bird like taloned feet, bird like wings, and two nubby horns atop his head. Big Train would pet Arco, patting his side before mumbling something in his ear and hopping down. After he did so, Arco would let out a tiny squawk before flap his wings as he took off into run. Eventually the momentum would carry Arco up and out of view.
Big Train was wearing his trusty luchador themed mask. However he was now wearing a white doji with sleeves that were ripped off, leaving a little fray around the edges. It was new to him, but it was a bit more modest than his usual pink compression shorts and bare chest. On the left side of the doji's breast was the Zen School logo and on the right was the galactic patrol symbol. On the back of the doji lied an even larger depiction of the Zen School logo, right in the center of his massive back. Though most of the doji would be covered by his usual brown and red weighted poncho. Always training. Beryl's immense power only drove Big Train to fully commit to training. He had trained all over the globe in his short martial arts career. Training under Beryl was intense, but the leader of the galactic patrol was helping Big Train develop his already deadly physical skills.
When Big Train received Victoria's signal, he decided to read the original briefing on his communication device as he was heading over. It didn't really provide much more information, in fact, it provided less. The information being much more vague. Big Train had zero experience with ghosts, he had only ever heard the spooky stories and folk tales. Though he's already had some experience with demons, but he wasn't sure that counted. What he did know was that the people needed help. And no matter how potentially scary this was, well the Big Train had to help! As he traversed the dirt road, he looked the village over. It was homely. It reminded him a bit of Burrio Village. The last place he lived and the one he considered home. It was, after all, the birth place of Big Train. It's also where he met master Bai and started his journey into martial arts. Who knew that it would've taken him here?
He didn't really know all that much about Victoria D'Arvoire other than her name. But if her voice was any indication, he was on the lookout for a long legged bombshell. Then all of a sudden, a massive power level snuck up on him. Wow, was whoever that is strong or what? Naturally he headed straight towards it. He figured it was either Victoria or... a gh-gh-gh-ghost. A chilling thought, but he pushed it aside as he drew near. He would call out into the night, "Hello?". He was never much for subterfuge.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 12, 2017 19:15:39 GMT
The arrival of a super warrior wasn’t hard to miss. Even if it wasn’t for the bright, flickering aura’s light appearing overhead in an otherwise dark place, then it would've been the sound of turbulent air making Cornatto’s arrival.
Unfortunately, he touched down over a few homes from the witch. Victoria thought nothing of it. She knew what she would need for this arrival. She took a quick look about, inspecting the environment for any prying eyes. Satisfied with the lack of onlookers, the woman whispered a few things in a dead language; with a clap of her hands a shape rose from the shadows near her feet; the shadows melted away to reveal a long duffel bag. Victoria stored her grimoire inside, alongside a bit of other ‘gear’, and zipped it up.
Standing, and tossing her bag over her shoulder, she walked out to meet the agent.
Once turning to be within sight, the shapely witch instantly recognized both of them as operatives; they clearly were dressed far too differently from the townsmen to blend in. The fact there was more than one was a little surprising to the woman; she knew that there were current sanctions against operating on Earth, which begged the question of what these operatives were doing here. She figured that, just like herself, they had a life on the planet, and dismissed the thought entirely.
The recognized one of them, at least!
She had seen the luchador-dressed man within an earlier adventure at the timeless lookout. At the time Victoria’s ignorance led her to form a few misconception about who he was and what his role in the hero gathering was. By now, of course, she had gathered some information on him — especially after catching glimpses of the hero here and there within Galactic Patrol headquarters. Whether Big Train had learned Victoria’s name and position or not, the paper pusher approached the two with a mouth running at full speed; her sophisticated accent betraying her Galactic Patrol position almost immediately — as if her clothing and glasses hadn’t already.
“It’s a pleasure to see and meet the both of you. We are pressed for time, as night draws close. There is a phantasmal menace that looms over the town and may attack at any time. Or, at least, the locals believe it will; I also have a reasonable inkling to think that they are on the right track, but I’ll not let that deter us further.”
The woman explained, “Your first priority —” she rose a finger that danced from Cornatto to Big Train, “Is to keep it from harming the town and its people.”
The duffle bag she earlier had summoned came crashing into the floor. Getting down on one knee, the witch undid the zipper and pulled from within a sealed jar filled with a liquid. Giving the failing light of the approaching night, it looked black, but what the woman said next clarified its qualities further.
“In here is a blue ceremonial ic-- paint.” she said simply, “You’ll need to have this slathered on a good portion of your person; it will help make both the phantasm tangible to you, and you tangible to the phantasm. In other words, with this smeared on your fists you’d be able to punch and block it, instead of simply firing energy attacks.”
Victoria hoped the two were able to keep up with her expositional onslaught. “The Diao Si Gui will continue to ravage until the Makyo is passed, or until we destroy its remains. I will need one of you to come help me search and destroy, while the other holds it back — or, if you’re able, defeats it.”
With that said, the woman held the blue jar towards both men. “Which one of you is faster and stronger?”
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Post by Deleted on Jan 15, 2017 21:08:40 GMT
Black orbs wandered about the place, looking for someone; the person that had asked for help with the faction’s frequency, unfortunately, the Earthling Saiyan had no clue on how this person was even supposed to look like after all. Not to mention that he had never heard her name around, he wasn’t one to keep up with things such as the Galactic Patrol database-- so in case someone joined the faction, Cornatto would likely not know them unless he were to meet them around, that is. Not to mention that his interactions with some of the other members were pretty much close to zero lately; except for that time he met Samba and Klad.
Both of them were fantastic, even if they were Earthlings, something that you wouldn’t find in just any human-- most of them weren’t even interested in martial arts, and if they were, they weren’t even above average except for a selective few he met. Among this group of people, there was also Beryl Roarke, one of the most influential people he knew. And apparently he was friends with Samba too, or at least that’s what the Earthling Saiyan gathered from his conversation with the huge wolf back then at the car wash.
On the other side, he didn’t even know what this Victoria was supposed to be! Although, she had one of those surnames-- something that most humans had so that they could identify themselves as part of a family. Even if not all earthlings had one, this lady’s last name didn’t sound familiar at all. “...I guess I’d probably keep up with Galactic Patrol stuff from now on.” - he thought to himself, letting out a sigh as he scratched the back of his neck in reflex.
However, the man wasn’t alone apparently.
His senses picked up on a small energy signature, nor was it familiar to him. But, it was definitely above average-- maybe it could be this ‘Vecterienne' or however she called herself!; She had probably seen him flying in the whereabouts or sensed his ki. As a matter of fact, this person heading towards the Earthling Saiyan, but it wasn’t a female. Not at all.
The thought of this individual being Victoria crossed his mind, but he quickly dismissed it once the fellow Galactic Patrolman spoke up. That wasn’t the voice he had heard from the transmission back at his spaceship at all, nor was it a female’s tone of voice! Cornatto shifted his gaze towards the source of ki as the man got closer and revealed himself-- and his curious attire. He looked like one of those superheroes, even if his attire was rather original compared to others that were mostly fictional characters rip-offs.
Big Train didn’t look like a female at all; he guessed that the man had probably picked up the woman’s signal too-- it was pretty much obvious if you considered that his dogi showed off the Galactic Patrol symbol. But that also meant that there were other fellow members of the faction that he didn't even know. He’d remember someone dressed like that after all.
Anyways, the Earthling Saiyan just stared at him for a brief moment before lifting up his hand in greeting. “Yo! I’m Cornatto, and uh. Don't worry. I'm an ally,” - said the man.
He didn’t think that anyone could mistake him for a bad person-- or he hoped so at least! He looked just like most martial arts practitioners and aside from his muscular build, the Earthling Saiyan was far off from being intimidating, nor did he want to be.
“That logo on your uniform… I take it you’re here for the whole ghost business, too?” - he asked. The man hoped that he’d at least know who this Victoria fellow was supposed to be, it had been a few minutes already and she was nowhere to be found. However, it didn’t take long for Victoria to reveal herself to the two patrolmen.
And as soon as she did, she immediately started off with a huge and complicated speech! The man turned as soon as he heard the familiar voice, his gaze shifting upon the stranger dressed in black. She looked just like most humans, even if he was somewhat disappointed; she didn’t feel that strong. So, he guessed she was probably some recruit or stuff like that. Unless she was suppressing it, that is.
He couldn’t tell how good Victoria was with her fists, but she knew some big words.
He listened to her-- struggling a bit as he tried to catch up with what she was saying, it was about what she had hinted at earlier, more or less. From what he gathered, there was some ghost disturbing this place’s tranquility, and they had to stop him. It didn’t sound that complicated if one were to look at it that way, especially because ghosts didn't technically have bodies, so they shouldn’t have enough strength to cause any harm, right?
Then, the woman fell down on one knee and pulled a jar out of her bag. A simple jab, nothing else. Were they supposed to seal the ghost inside or something? Weren’t they capable of moving through things? Cornatto watched curiously, blinking as his head tilted slightly to the side as he once more listened to her.
“So... this jar has some weird paint that makes you, er. What did Victoria say again? Tangible? What does that even mean?” - he thought to himself, scratching the back of his neck in reflex. He wasn’t quite on the same brainwaves as Victoria’s, but he was in for it the moment she said: ‘punch and block it.'
Cornatto stepped forward, his eyes burning with confidence as he placed his fist against his other hand’s palm, cracking his knuckles as both would hear a few loud pops. “I’m not sure if I get it, but one of us has to put that stuff on their body and then we can fight it, right? You can count on me!” - exclaimed the man, obviously offering himself for the role.
Big Train @grace |
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Post by Big Train on Jan 16, 2017 20:18:06 GMT
Big Train was the first to approach Cornatto, who responded to his greeting with his own. He seemed like a nice guy, “Hey man, good to know you're on our side!" he would say with a small chuckle, "I’m Big Train” he would let that sit in the air for a moment before continuing. “Yeah, I picked up the message and headed straight over”. He opened his mouth to say something again but then she showed up.
It seemed that both he and the long legged witched were attracted to the super saiyan like moths to a flame. Guess it was hard not to be. His opened mouth would hang agape for a moment before he caught himself and slammed it shut. Anyone would be hard pressed not to have their jaw hit the ground when she walked by. Once his senses completely returned, he recognized her immediately. He had met her once atop the Kami’s Lookout and also stole a few glances back at the Galactic Patrol HQ. But he didn’t really know much about Victoria or her position in the Galactic Patrol, Big Train was a bit oblivious like that.
Especially when it came to corporate formalities like paperwork. Not out of a lack of caring, mind you. More like a lack of understanding, he just never thought about things like that. Big Train nodded as he followed her words. He didn’t understand half of them but ‘keep it from harming the town and it’s people’ was all he needed to hear. Big Train watched as the beautiful witch Tebow’d and pulled out a jar of blue gunk from her duffle bag.
She explained it’s purpose, which seemed pretty cool. He might just have to invest in some of this blue gunk in case he ever ran into any more hostile ghosts out there. As soon as Victoria asked who was faster and stronger, Big Train would thrust his arm out, pointing towards Cornatto, “Him, most definitely him”. There’s was no debating it, the dude was ridiculously powerful. Big Train was already thinking of asked him for training once this was all said and done.
But there was no time to think about that now, they had to protect these people. Sure enough, the super saiyan would volunteer for the job. He thought about making an argument for himself to be the one to fight the ghost, but it was hard to argue with the gap in power between the two. Still, the Big Train couldn’t help but feel a bit envious, he wanted to punch a ghost too! But he was sure his time would come once he became as strong as people like Cornatto.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 21, 2017 1:00:35 GMT
Victoria’s arm remained extended until the Galactic Patrolman took the jar with the dark blue liquid; the lack of light caused it to look something akin to liquid smoke, with a very vague hint of azure mixed in. Once the weight was lifted from her, the witch took another look at her summoned wares. Her hands reached to grasp around the rectangular tin can lined with fire hazard warnings. Just looking down at it began to give the woman a headache — only from imagining the stench of the liquid within.
“Kerosene,” Victoria spoke aloud, looking up to Big Train as she held that one out to him, “It’s extremely flammable. Drench the body — or grave — when you find it.” She explained, “Are you able to produce uhh…”
The woman’s eyes narrowed from behind her glasses. What was the terminology they used again? Her hands moved around, trying to visually explain what she was trying to say. Her hands culled around one another to make a sphere, “The… Glow-y balls of energy.” She said, “Ki orbs… Or something. Those will ignite that pungent fluid.”
If Big Train’s response was ‘no’, then she’d go about toss him some matches as well. By now the duffle bag was mostly empty; Victoria zipped it up and stood, tossing the strap over her shoulder and allowing the bag to snug up against her hip.
“Very well then, gentlemen...” She began to explain, eyes remaining on Big Train, “This woman was apparently hung for being a witch… Or something; I don’t really remember the reasoning, but at this point, I don’t think ‘why’ really matters… But she was certainly put to the gallows.”
The witch took half a step back, turning her body slightly away from the pair. Her hands pointed out towards the treeline.
“There are a lot of trees around here, but I took note that most of these are pine trees. Chances are you wouldn’t be able to do much hanging from them; the branches would just snap like the twigs they are. If I were a betting woman…”
The elegantly manicured nails soon found themselves pointing up towards a hillock in the distance. It broke up from the treeline and stood proud, perfectly lined up against the moon’s setting trajectory.
“I’d check there. The trees get progressively tougher, as does the terrain.”
Just as Victoria looked back to the two men, a delicate ring finger reaching up to adjust her glasses, a saturated red light washed over the two of them — as well as the town. The intensity of the light increased as did the sound of wailing — not crying, or screaming, but a howling wail that tugged at the Witch’s stomach. Even its pitch was unnatural. The woman looked up just in time to see a bright apparition above; it heralded three distinct colors: Red, Black, & White. The woman’s sharp eyesight was able to note the vibrant red dress, which glowed with the same red gleam as the Makyo Star in the heavens. That same billowing, tattered, ramie dress was what bathed the town in red. Behind the scarlet dress, she could see the glowing, ivory-white skin of the apparition, which was topped with a color that also undulated in a non-existent wind — the black of its hair, which covered most of its face.
If Victoria’s memory served her right, it was a good thing that its face was covered. These Diao Si Gui were known to be gruesome in appearance. Ugly and loud, like banshees. However, unlike its ghastly brethren, the Diao Si Gui weren’t there to warn of an impending death — they were there to bring it.
If the two men hadn’t begun to move by then, Victoria’s elegant voice would struggle to reach them; her mature tone drowning out in the siren-like uproar. “Get moving!”
With her call of urgency done, Victoria sprinted past Big Train; she had told him to search off behind them, towards the hillock. But she had another destination in mind; there were other possible places where the corpse could be — she simply gave Big Train the most probable one. Her long, lithe legs, drummed against the soil. Victoria's speed was not disrupted by her heels, nor the untended terrain.
With that, the woman vanished around a corner. She had her own duty to do. The phantom above rose one of its unnaturally long, skinny arms, and a crimson orb formed at its end. It would then be hurled down at a random home. It used energy — even if Corn hadn’t yet slathered himself in Victoria’s gunk, it was likely he’d be able to do something about it.
If he had, however, the Earthling Saiyan would note that the moment the jar was opened it did so with a ‘pop’. As the non-Newtonian fluid met with air it began to glow with a bright aqua color. It also began softening up to be much more like ink in both malleability and texture. The smell coming from it was far at least pleasant; the fluid had a minty-like freshness to it, mixed in with something citric like oranges or lime.
Alright! Big Train, feel free to narrate your own venture. Feel free to find the body or not — it's up to you!
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Post by Deleted on Jan 25, 2017 21:09:26 GMT
Cornatto wasn’t exactly that sure that he was capable of comprehending most of the stuff Victoria was talking about, but more or less there was only one thing he was supposed to do; put that paint of sorts all over his body and then fight! Simple enough, right? He didn’t exactly get it why but it was apparently the only way actually to lay a finger on a ghost. The Earthling Saiyan had heard the word a few times or so, and probably read something about them somewhere, but he had no idea on how one was even supposed to look like-- but he’d likely find out soon enough.
Big Train agreed to let the Saiyan handle the whole fighting part, which Cornatto naturally reacted to in no other way but with happiness and that excitement of his, considering that’s what he had come there for; to fight the ghost. Sure, keeping up his Galactic Patrol duties were important-- but that’s one of the reasons the Earthling Saiyan had joined the faction after all; refine his fighting skills. And the Galactic Patrol offered tons of chances like that, or so he imagined at least.
Cornatto’s hands reached out for the jar, taking it in his firm grasp; it wasn’t heavy at all-- or Cornatto was way too powerful to feel any fatigue from lifting up the object. But it was probably the first one. In the meanwhile, Victoria took something else out of her bag; some substance or whatever it was supposed to be that she called ‘Kerosene.' Quite a funny name, he thought, but it was apparently very dangerous.
If it was that flammable, one could only wonder what would happen in a forest if one were stupid enough to lit up a fire.
The Earthling Saiyan tilted his head slightly as Victoria seemed to be struggling with a particular term, he couldn’t exactly tell what she was trying to say until she hinted at the glowy balls of energy, at that point realization hit him; she meant ki blasts. He couldn’t exactly tell whether Big Train was an energy user or not, he assumed so by his signature, but it wasn’t always the case; Beryl wasn’t capable of using ki, but he was incredibly powerful. He was probably the strongest human on Earth.
Once more, Cornatto was somewhat confused as Victoria explained the whole witch business. What even was a witch in the first place? He had heard about ghosts before, but not witches. Either way, it wasn’t probably anything good if they had killed her for being one.
As Victoria pointed out a possible direction to find the witch’s body to the fellow Galactic Patrolman, he thought that he’d probably go ahead and put that paint on his body. His eyes were inspecting the jar carefully before he opened it, a pop audible as he did, lifting up an eyebrow as he examined the curious mixture inside the pot. “Huh… Well, it doesn’t look that bad. It smells weird, though.” - he thought to himself.
However, he didn’t waste a moment and slathered himself in the ‘ink,' or so it felt at least, it made him feel somewhat fresh but that aside it didn’t make much of a difference to him. As long as he’d be able to fight the ghost, he was game. Once done, it didn't take long for a red light to catch his attention, the man lifting up his eyes only to look at the supernatural apparition above; he couldn’t exactly see its face, but the noise it emitted was enough to mess up with the Earthling Saiyan’s stomach. It was awful.
Victoria immediately alerted the two Galactic Patrolmen as she ran off to where she was supposed to be, he didn’t understand what the woman was meant to do, but he assumed that she’d likely help Big Train find the corpse or something like that. On the other hand, Cornatto’s job was pretty much to buy some time for the two to locate the witch’s body-- or like she hinted earlier, to defeat her right away. He didn’t know how many chances he’d have in a battle against a ghost, but he was going to find out soon enough.
The man watched as the ghost rose one of its skinny arms, apparently charging a crimson ki blast. The Earthling Saiyan frowned, remembering what Victoria had hinted at earlier; they were aiming to defend the city from danger, and it seemed that the ghost’s plans were exactly to bring destruction in the village. Cornatto rushed off towards the blast and cut through the blast with his hand, deflecting it away.
The blast exploded-- far away from the village, leaving behind nothing else other than a faint trail of smoke and a barely audible noise caused by its shock waves. Cornatto lifted up in the air to face the ghost from up close, his eyes staring at its pale skin before shifting at its face, in the attempt to catch a glimpse of how a ghost would look like- however, its face was covered, which was probably for the best.
“Oi. What do you think you are doing? I’m your opponent!” - exclaimed the man, his fists tightly clenched as he unleashed a ghostly white aura that flared fiercely around his body. The man could probably take care of the supernatural presence without much of an effort if he were to turn into a Super Saiyan. The golden form that granted his user an immense power that would likely be capable of obliterating the ghost, but why would he do that? That’d be boring, wouldn’t it? Cornatto didn’t like going all out right from the beginning, but gradually step up his game against the opponent. Also, that could be a chance to evaluate the ghost against the Earthling Saiyan himself.
“If you want to destroy this place, you'll have to get past me first.” - he said, cracking a confident smirk on his face as he’d then charge forward, in the attempt to begin with a blow directed right in the ghost’s face. |
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Post by Big Train on Jan 26, 2017 16:33:23 GMT
Big Train would watch as the witch pulled out yet another container from her duffle bag. This one much more dangerous looking. Kerosene, Victoria said it was, highly flammable stuff. Then she asked Big Train a question, if he could conjure up ki projectiles. If this was just a couple of weeks ago, the answer would be a definite no. But after some well timed training, he now has the ability to manifest his ki outside of physical strikes. So he just nodded nonchalantly and replied with excitement, “You know it, baby”.
Then the long legged witch turned to point towards the treeline off in the distance. She commented on how the trees there would be too weak to support the hanging of an adult body. Big Train would’ve never guessed, he didn’t really know a lot about such things. But Big Train watched at her shiny nailed finger ran across the treeline to a mound in the distance. Big Train agreed, that seemed like the best place to start at the very least. People always have a flair for the dramatics. He was about to take off in that direction until he heard the wailing coming from above the three patrollers.
He looked up in time to catch a glance of the ghostly figure. It was enough to put some pep in his step. He didn’t want to stick around to get a closer look of the apparition. The image he already caught was enough to keep him awake tonight. Besides, he was sure that Cornatto could handle himself. The dude was freakishly strong. He took off running towards the hillock. It was in his hands to keep the village people safe, and Cornatto too! The big man was a lot faster than he looked, well at least when he wanted to be. He was quickly on the scene.
The hillock covering most of his view now. Now that he had a closer look at it, he could see that the mound was a mix of rock, soil and grass of varying shades. He could see up on the hillock that there was a tree, just about half way up. Big Train accended the hill to inspect the gnarly tree. It was a big old tree, the kind of tree that the villagers would’ve surely chopped down and used to make an equally strong house. Unless, of course, there was bad voo-voo tied to the tree. Big Train looked up into the tree, trying to inspect the branches.
It was hard to see in the night. But the moonlight was just enough to make out a marking on one of the fat branches. It was a pattern, almost like a tattoo. It looked just like the twirling patterns of a rope. Almost as if whatever rope was used immediately burst into flame upon use. Big Train didn’t know what to make of it, but the ground around the tree seemed pretty undisturbed. So he continued on up the hill. Fittingly enough, up on the very tip of the hill, the ground there was dead. As if grass REFUSED to grow in this rectangular plot.
Now the question was, how was he going to dig down to the body. “Well…” he said, “I guess there’s no respectable way to do this...”. He brought his hands up over his head and let bright red energy gather there in his palms before throwing it out forward. The red energy would crash into the soil and blow away a large section of the ground. And there, still half covered in dirt, was a simple wooden coffin. It was rustic looking and partially rotted. Big Train gulped hard, he didn’t want to see what was in that coffin. But he pushed that fear back down within himself when he heard the distance sounds of battle coming from the village behind him.
He jumped into the ditch that he created and started to unbury the rest of the wooden coffin using his hands. He stopped as soon as he had enough room to swing open the top of the coffin. Lying still within the coffin was a woman sized body. It was wrapped head to toe in a ratty white cloth that showed its age. At this point it was more of a beige color. After readying the can of kerosene, Big Train would attempt to cover the body like a thanksgiving day turkey. Emptying the whole can onto the body and then even tossing the can itself into the grave, just to be safe.
He would take a step back before attempting to set it all ablaze with one precise ki blast. A small but efficient white orb would fire from his outstretch palm. If all went according to plan, the body and coffin would be engulfed in flames. The moist soil of the crater Big Train created should keep the burning flames under control as he sprinted back towards the village. He just hoped that he found the body in time, before anyone was hurt. It definitely took him some time to find the body, but he couldn’t help but feel that it all seemed a little too easy. Hopefully things were under control back at the village.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 1, 2017 3:08:33 GMT
Either due to present experience regarding punches, or maybe thanks to a lack of awareness — the phantom didn’t move in the slightest as Cornatto charged it. A satisfying impact jolted from where his fist met the phantasmal head; there was a thick ‘thud’, as well as a flashing blue light from his fist.
The ink he had earlier donned, had ‘ignited’ as it made contact with the ghost. Whispy blue flames began to mix in with his body, hugging his form and giving his aura a slight new — possibly temporary — look. The fire didn’t burn, but it did serve to give him countless style points.
The ghastly form went tumbling through the air, phasing through most of the scenery should it hit any, but regardless of the trajectory, the ghost would soar higher into the sky once it had registered what just happened.
A puff of mist hissed from its body. Soon three clones slithered from the supernatural fog; the three clones — as well as the original figure — all produced two ki blasts. One in each hand. In perfect synchronization, the ghosts all tossed their orbs at different homes, not a single towards the Saiyan.
There was no significant power registered within the blasts, but given their speed Cornatto would likely have a few options — a splitting attach to intercept the eight red balls; a massive psychic wave to prevent them from touching down, and possible send them back to the attacker; a max-speed rush to handle each of the blasts. The longer the Saiyan took to decide to closer destruction came.
Victoria herself had a little trouble finding her mark. Refusing to fly and reveal her nature, even at this moment, the witch danced through the canopy of leaves and branches; with extreme speed, an impressive limber body and superhuman reaction time, her legs hooked — hands grabbed. Watching the witch work would be akin to watching as an expert drummer managed to use his limbs differently, all for one grand cause.
Her grand cause was getting about, while having her eyes scan as much of the environment as possible. She had sent Big Train to the most likely burial location, but even then there was still plenty of ground to cover.
Until then she needed to have faith that Cornatto would be capable of handling that apparition.
It was far stronger than anything a normal human could handle, but he wasn’t a normal human — he was a Galactic Patrolmen.
Shortly after Big Train’s cremation — depending on what point of the battle Cornatto had been in, the apparition and whatever clones it had produced, would all be sent ablaze.
Victoria had always wondered in what ways a Diao Si Gui was banished. Tonight she found out that it wasn’t the type to go out quietly. Even from the treeline the Witch was able to hear a powerful howl that caused her to flinch, covering her ears and just barely missing a painful meeting with a tree trunk. Her lithe legs, thankfully were powerful and quick enough to hit the mark and turn her crash into a graceful last-second stop.
Promptly spinning to the floor, Victoria shot her eyes back, watching as a pillar of red light shot skyward. The screeching diminished — as did the red pillar.
By this point it had been some time since she had made her departure; she was glad they were able to handle this on their own, and that it wasn’t her ineptitude at finding a grave that was keeping her at bay. It wasn’t to say Big Train was slow — he had done it faster than she anticipated… But either way, her role in this had been minimal at best. It was a good thing; it showed her men were capable.
Breathing a small sigh of relief, the simpering woman decided to make her way back to the group. This time there was no frantic dancing, just a hasteful sprint.
Well done, everyone!
Cornatto, feel free to describe the fight further and control the spirit for as long as you wish the battle to have gone on for before Big Train finished his mission.
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