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Post by Deleted on May 24, 2015 10:42:58 GMT
[Thread PL 25,646 With light weights on PL 19,235] It was late the twilight was fading slowly for the pale moonlight above. Jarvis careful with where his eyes drifted this night knowing better now. The visor scouter that covered both eyes on the look out for any powers. His weights in his gloves and their material something he hardly noticed. The blue scouter keeping track while the rest of him was covered in the sleeveless saiyan body suit. The new pair of black human military style pans worn over it. Black combat boots as the usual worn as well. His cutlass at his back in its sheath. He had taken notice of another small job that came his way through the grapevine. After being noticed in one of those tournaments the contact not saying which he was asked about cleaning up some muck from the streets. Although he was more then sure the people who were offering these deal were themselves the same just wanting the competing group gone and out of the way of proper business. The scene was one in the more dirty downtown area. Local bars and night life were slow and not to friendly. It wasn't a friendly area for party goers merely where some of the more rough people hang out and deliberate business. Drugs, Whores, Weapons. It was amusing to see how humans did underground business. Not always impressive but amusing all the same. He'd gotten a picture of one in particular he had to finish. The job didn't bother him much killing for a fee was fine in his book as long as it didn't involved children or defenseless women. To get him to break his morals would make the fee to high to afford most likely. There was a bar at the corner with a row of old metal motorcycles out front in a neatly formed line. Looking at the first picture this was the place it identified. Supposedly the man being here this night. A little information he'd gathered had also let him know the front doors were the only way in. They'd apparently held people before so one way in one way out made it easier to keep track of people. It also gave him the bit he needed as he entered his blue hair all spiked up and clean after he'd taken time to relax after what happened in west City. Gripping the metal handles of the doors as a metal shriek was made causing all in the bar to spin on their heels and face him. The small few group of five or so were together clearly and one of them was the face he needed. So it was clean enough as he twisted the handle more. Using it to twist the handles to lock the door by turning its handles in a knot of metal and destroyed rubble. The door jammed and unable to be opened in such a way. He'd point to the one behind the bar looking at the picture. " You... you're the one I'm supposed to kill... Ok got that out of the way." Saying simply as he tucked the photos in his rear pocket quickly. The people not really sure what to make of it. Just looking on curiously. One of them fumbling for a pistol in his jacket. The others just shaking their heads or raising eye brows the large on speaking who was the intended target. "Thats... That's a little bold of you. Are you sure you are in the right place kid...." the bearded muscle man said as he gave off a irritated stare. Probably some young punk looking to rob them or something. Wanting the guns they'd been moving.
As one of the five would pull his pistol for a moment whether for threatening reasons or whatever as it wasn't clear. He'd start with that one snickering lightly as he moved with a speed they humans could muster to keep up with. A blade formed around his arm made of ki and energy impaling the man through the chest and into the bar behind him. He was dead almost instantly. Jarvis forming a second blade over his free hand and firing it into a another one of them piercing the mans chest. Making him wobble to the ground in a thud the blood was enough to presume that if he wasn't dead he would be soon at least. These weren't any real threat but for now small jobs were the best he had. He'd take what he could get. One of the other three remaining drew his own pistol and opened fire wildly at the close range. Jarvis squinting as bullets hit his upper body doing little damage but felt like bee stings as they bounced from his flesh. His hand shooting out as he snorted. " I'm really starting to hate those little things." He'd say grabbing the pistol and squeezing the mans hand with his gloved around it as he gripped the pistol in his grip. Crushing the hand and the pistol at the same time mashing them together into one fleshy unified object. The sound of bones popping and flesh tearing as metal contorted to become one with was rather disgusting. Blood dripping from Jarvis's grip on as he reduced the cartilage in the hand to puddy of his foe. A swift fist to the throat right after would cut of the mans air supply as his air way was crushed letting him tumble to the floor with a screwed hand and a sealed throat as he'd writhe around for a few moments likely before fading out of existence. The last one reached for a gun too. Jarvis finding it odd how so many of these people carried these things. He'd grab this ones wrist this time forcing the thing away from him. Not wanting to feel those annoying pin pricks of irritation when he got shot with them. Squeezing the wrist till the hand fell limp as the joint was crushed. Jarvis holding the device in his free hand as he caught it from falling while keeping a hold on the mans wrist. "You put allot of value into these don't you... Are they better against your kind? People as weak as you?" His scouter running a few numbers revealing very frail numbers. "Pity." Firing a few shots from it into the fellows chest rather lazily in aim. He wasn't used to firearms after all. He didn't bother finishing him. The few that were alive in this place would die from their wounds in around fifteen minutes or so. They weren't his problem and they weren't the kind worth saving. He'd simply turn and give eye to the last of the five his real target after all. The one he'd been paid to get.
Surprisingly the man had with the add of a crow bar smashed the handles free just as Jarvis turned to greet him. Rushing out the doors a little freaked out clearly. Likely heading for his back or back up perhaps. A few thug guns weren't gonna do much against a Brenchian/Saiyan. Jarvis followed slowly though firing the gun trying to take aim carefully as if using a blaster rifle like the ones on Arcose. A bullet tearing through the mans leg causing him to tumble down the curb before he could make the turn out the door to his bike. "HA I did it!" He'd say in surprise smirking a bit with a open mouth smile. Walking towards the man walking out into the late night street. No cares around or people really. An any who'd be watching would be the kind who were used to keeping their mouths shut about what they saw. Not that it bugged Jarvis really but human criminals tended to prefer people to forget what they saw fast. "Bye Bye Boyo" He'd say smirking and standing above the man as he'd roll on his back to look up at Jarvis. About to plea as Jarvis would empty the rest of the bullets into him curious at the power or impact of such a small weapon. Earth pistols a bit odd to him. He stood in the center of the street standing above the body looking over the gun before discarding it from his gloved hand. "Eh... I still prefer my blade or my fists to be honest." Standing above the body for a moment out in the street looking down at it with examining eyes as his hands gripped on his own hips. "Hmph. Wonder what you did to get someone to want you dead so bad anyway."
Kahr Diak (hopefully its not to bad of a setting ^^
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Kahr Diak
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Post by Kahr Diak on May 24, 2015 11:28:34 GMT
(Thread PL: 17,223)
Kahr had never been to the South Capitol before. They knew enough about the place to be sure that it wasn’t the kind of location that they would enjoy going to for any of the usual attractions, really. A city built on vice did not have much to offer a being who can only understand the concept of sex on a theoretical level, and whose biological makeup prohibited most forms of narcotic having the usual effect – even if they were the kind of person who would be tempted to go out and get wasted on their time off. Which, they aren’t.
But Kahr has duties, and sometimes those duties involve going to unpleasant places and making sure that unpleasant work is done. Kahr didn’t really have any idea how this motorcycle gang had been able to get their hands on a box that was of interest to the Blue Banner Army – they didn’t even know what was in the box. These were questions that it was not necessary for the Bio-Android to answer. The only important question, really, was what the box looked like (a small steel container with the Blue Banner Army insignia stamped on the top) and whether they would be willing to part with it for a token fee – or whether Kahr would have to retrieve the item through other means.
As they touched down outside the bar, suppressing their energy low because, really, that is a very sensible way to travel, Kahr felt the life signs within the bar beginning to wink out. It is a curious experience. Kahr hadn’t had the opportunity to feel it when people died before, and as one very large signature smothers several other smaller ones, the Bio-Android has to decide how to approach the situation.
Their white trenchcoat pulls tighter about them, and their arms bulge with the swirling mass of tendrils inside, yearning for violence… but Kahr suppresses that desire just as strongly as they do their energy signature. The being in there is strong, there’s no denying that, and there is no need to provoke a fight if peaceful means can reach the same objective.
On the other hand, they can’t very well risk losing the package either, now could they?
Jarvis’ scouter may well have indicated another life sign as he walked out onto the street, but Kahr is in no hurry to introduce themself to the Saiyan as he guns down the final member of the gang. In fact, as they felt that high pressure approaching, they’d taken position next to the door, and it is only when the man is thoroughly dead that they dare to move a muscle. There’s a creak from Kahr’s fine leather shoes as they step into the doorway, and look in at the scene of utter devastation that lay before them, then back at Jarvis.
From behind, it is far easier to understand. Jarvis has a saiyan tail – albeit one in blue. He is therefore at best a Half-Saiyan, at worst, he’s a Saiyan so preoccupied with fashion that he’s actually bothered to dye his hair. Neither prospect seemed particularly appealing to Kahr. On the other hand, they couldn’t risk Jarvis deciding to paw through the gore and finding the box they were here to retrieve… nor could they stomach the idea of Jarvis being here when law enforcement arrived – that did not seem like a situation which would end well for South City’s Finest.
“These individuals were known as the Hades Devils.”
Kahr’s voice is calm, despite the scent of blood, death and gunpowder wafting from the bar behind them. Turning, the Bio-Android faces Jarvis’ back, not wanting to give the man any advantage in case he turned out to be as recklessly violent as Kahr had been led to believe most Saiyans were. Indeed… having born witness to what Jarvis just did, it seemed likely that the man might try to dismember them just for being there.
“They were involved in a number of criminal activities, but they were also a small gang with little to back their presumption except outdated weaponry and bravado. It looks like that was not enough after all.”
If it wasn’t for the sharp, predatory slits in the Bio-Android’s yellow eyes, it would be easy to presume that they were just one more human. Combined with their too-androgynous appearance, though, it is easy to see that they aren’t that. Kahr tried very hard to ensure that they projected the right level of casual disinterest; as though this were a perfectly ordinary situation for them to arrive in, and that this was not, in fact, one of the most disgustingly violent scenes they had seen. Well, one of the most disgustingly violent ones which they weren’t directly responsible for, at the very least.
“My name is Kahr Diak. I am a KAOS Fighter under the Blue Banner Army. At the moment, I am prepared to acknowledge that this incident was likely the result of the Hades Devils own actions, and that you do not present a clear and present danger to planetary security.”
Their hands remain at their sides, but their fingers flex within the bright white confines of their gloves, making the leather crack and creak to punctuate the offer before they conclude it.
“But in order for that to remain the case, I must ask that you retreat to a distance of no less than five city blocks before the police arrive. Please.”
Kahr’s whole little speech is delivered in the exact same carefully-neutral tones. They can feel the strength emanating from the potential threat, and whilst it wasn’t too impressive to be able to deal with standard human opponents so easily, they aren’t sure they are ready to take on an Elite-class threat by themself. The trouble is… what choice do they really have? Planetary security must come first. At least if they began fighting, it ought to cause enough of a show that local authorities would begin evacuating rather than trying to contain the threat…
This was not how Kahr had hoped this mission would go. Now they were hoping that a Saiyan – or at best a Half-Saiyan – would prove to be reasonable. This was not the kind of sound logic they were used to basing their plans on.
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Post by Deleted on May 24, 2015 15:50:12 GMT
His visor scouter that covered both eyes with the thin blue glass plate went off flickering around the time he heard the words. Spinning almost immediately on his heels tossing the gun and reaching for his sword. He was a smuggler and a pirate an many other things after all. A man behind you is a invitation for a dagger in your back. He'd much prefer to be shot or stabbed in his front... or wait, Not injured at all was actually most preferable.
He'd give a name and size them up from their weapons and their ways rather quickly. Giving his opinion or evaluation of them if you prefer. Although it was strange why he cared so much. Jarvis clutched the swords grip at his shoulder a bit more unsheathing it slowly letting the blade rest at his side clutched in his hand. "Doesn't really matter on their name does it boyo? Their dead now and dead men tell no tales as they say." Giving a bit of a grin running his spare hand through his blue locks of hair letting some of the cool night air flow through it. The moon high above if this hero was one of those types such as Cypher. A man he'd not get into thinking of right now. "As for their weapons.... cute right? Little firearms but very dated compared to things you'd find off world. Pathetic really but what would you expect really." They were a job and not that high in society. He didn't seem to have much remorse for their deaths. His eyes looking over the man from head to two now and again. Anytime Kahr would move Jarvis would tense. The power reading he was getting was close to his own. Enough so to be careful and on his toes. Grateful he'd been smart enough to get a scouter recently. Might help to prevent another Mayze incident.
It felt strange gripping the sword with weighted gloves. The fellow acting strange... not what you'd expect of a man who just walked up on a scene of carnage and destruction. Or well... he thought it was a man. Those eyes sending a light shiver down his spine. It wasn't a human was it... He'd think lightly to himself really wondering what had stumbled out of the night this time. Earth was just a barrel of monkeys with a new worry leaping out each day and night. His teeth gritted a little as his jaw tensed up.
He'd hold his hand up though after a few of those words. Knowing very well what he was about to say was not the smart thing. But Jarvis didn't let anyone's power or law stand above him. He had his own code a pirates code... well ok they were more like guidelines.
He'd hold his hand up and point at Kahr with his free hand his index finger aimed at him like a pistol. "Oh about that... I may not hate all your blue banner folks that work for that.... whatever it is really. But I don't recognize your law, Just I don't recognize Brenchian servicemen law, Arcosian police, An if I ever visit the land of my father Vegeta royalty law I've heard. You can form this little groups to stand above others but not me. I'm a free man and I refuse to be bogged down with your rules and regulations.... Savvy?" With Jarvis it was allot on how things were presented. If he felt he was being told to do something or that he may have been having to do something over feeling he should do it himself too it became hard for him to agree too.
"As for them... No. I started it, I killed them because someone else wanted them dead. Work is slow and they aren't anything special that was sad to lose. I stated my case to kill the leader and began battle. They defended and lost. Simple as that really...Boy? Lass?" Curious on the gender as he looked in at the room scratching his chin now with his free hand wondering if this was gonna be a problem. "I can't leave yet though. I need to see what they had, The point of this was money after all. I made the kill so I get the spill as it were. So if you'd be so kind to step aside I'll search for my goodies now. A little side pay could be in there." He'd start to walk towards Kahr hoping there wasn't going to be a reason to stand in his way.
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Kahr Diak
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Post by Kahr Diak on May 24, 2015 16:14:32 GMT
Kahr listens carefully to what Jarvis has to say. The man is clearly some kind of criminal, but that isn’t even necessarily a problem. The Blue Banner Army are not the police; they are a force concerned with planetary scale threats, and though Jarvis had the potential to be one, Kahr’s instincts told them that the man before them was entirely too lackadaisical to be a serious contender for planetary annihilation.
Though there was no way they were going to get into whether Kahr is a lad or a lass at this juncture; that would be opening a can of worms that it simply was not worth opening. No. The main problem they have here is that Jarvis believes that he can lay claim to the ‘spoils of war’. It wasn’t an uncommon belief, and one that Kahr would have been happy to negotiate about under more relaxed circumstances. Unfortunately, Kahr is quite sure the police will arrive in a matter of moments and – on seeing the carnage – open fire, with predictable results.
Kahr also simply did not have enough money to be able to bargain for an unknown crate. No, the lure of the Mystery Box would be working stubbornly against them. Rather than trying to negotiate, therefore, it would be necessary to try a different tactic.
Thinking back to their own fight with Captain Gruber, Kahr felt a small smile tug onto their lips. Alright. MAYBE they could outfight this Saiyan (or half-Saiyan, or whatever), but it would be far more advantageous to out-think them instead. There might still be a way to finish this without risking further collateral damage… or any broken limbs and/or organs.
Kahr’s voice remained perfectly, disturbingly calm as they raised their hand to Jarvis and spoke loudly and clearly.
“I am sorry. I cannot allow you to do that.”
If the scouter can defeat Kahr’s suppression technique, it is in for more of a shock as the Bio-Android takes up a firmer stance in the doorway to the bar. It isn’t that they want to fight this man; quite the opposite, really, but their mission objective was clear. If they don’t at least put up a fight, they would be forced to answer as to why. That would be a question they couldn’t really give a reasonable answer to, especially given Jarvis’ apparent desire to stand head and shoulders above the law.
“These individuals have taken something that is of significant value to the Blue Banner Army. If you do not want to play by our rules, fine. I will be forced to play by yours. Under OUR rules, you may leave now and lay claim to the payment you have earned…”
Kahr’s eyes flashed dangerously, and quite suddenly they were surrounded by a burning aura of bright green power. They don’t hold back for a second – they can’t! If this bluff tactic is going to work, they need to give everything they have to freaking out this warrior. Like one of those strange underwater fish which could grow to several times its normal size to scare off predators, Kahr doesn’t think for an instant they have enough real-world battle experience to triumph in a fair fight… so they will instead try to scare Jarvis off with a frightening display.
The front of the Bio-Android’s shirt ripped open, and spilling forth from a slit in its guts three glistening black tentacles burst into the moonlight. Each one was tipped with a wide-open maw, revealing a slathering tongue and rows of needle-sharp teeth coupled with a noisy:
“HISSSSSSSSS!”
And at the same time, Kahr continues to gather their power, maintaining eye contact with Jarvis as they do. The hideous tentacles writhe around in front of the Bio-Android, their arms to either side and legs braced powerfully against the floor as they shout.
“KIYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!”
Illuminating the entire alleyway with shimmering green light, their eyes staring deep into Jarvis’ blues. The Bio-Android’s shadow seems only to grow from the sudden explosion of light, casting the bar behind them in impressive darkness, as Kahr readies themselves for battle. Even their voice sounds different, echoing with the serpentine hiss that continues to bubble forth from three separate maws.
“Under YOUR law I have to EAT you now, right? Then ALL the spoils go to ME!”
There’s just a momentary pause, as Kahr tries to work out whether it would be too much… in the end, they decide that too much is better than not enough, and jabbed their head forward, snapping as though they really intended to bite Jarvis – though there was still a good few feet between themselves and the enemy warrior.
“Kiyaahhahahahahaha!”
Internally, Kahr is fervently hoping that this will work. If nothing else, suddenly throwing off their suppression SHOULD cause the numbers in Jarvis’ scouter to spike alarmingly upwards… they have no way of knowing for sure that it would actually be enough, but they could give it their best shot, right?!”
((Charging Surprise Jaws. Currently at 33% PL))
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Post by Deleted on May 24, 2015 16:45:49 GMT
He'd start scratching his head now rather roughly trying to keep himself calm. He didn't like the idea of being 'allowed' to do anything. Like a child being given rules by a mother or parental figure. He hadn't even really obeyed much when he was with his parental figure back in the day. It was a... infuriating thought to be talked to as if he were or could be commanded.
"You can't allow me? Boy you don't allow me to do anything you can try and stop me but you will never allow or not allow me to do anything...Got that!" With blood in the air and his saiyan senses burning a little brighter then the Brenchian half of his mind it was a little easier to let bravado and pride curl into control Things like that just happened at times when his blood got to a boil and battle was still fresh in his veins.
The man did stand firmly in the way so walking directly past wasn't gonna be simple and he was to strong to simply hurl into the distance and ignore. It was always something things just could never be simple as he wanted them to be. "I don't care if your army has any stakes in this. Its my job my kill.... I did the work what good is a military or law of any kind if it can't do any of these itself and merely swoops in after to claim its spoils. Thats no army thats cowards and bureaucrats in uniform..." It really burned him to have his glory swooped away. Or the idea that even if he got his prize some army might take the bragging rights of this. This group was nothing but still a criminal gang. So taking it out was still a feat for human standards. It was something he'd earned so the diea of it possibly being taken or other reward as well was unacceptable. His eye twitching a bit. A little saddened though as he didn't really want to harm anyone else. If he wasn't being paid... it was just sorta combat.
Jarvis watched though as the man drew in energy. So it was a fight then... But more then that his eyes snapped open and he leaped back sliding on the pavement for a moment a little gravel kicking up. His hand to the ground as he was crouched from the slide back and leap his other hand gripping the blade now ready at his side. This thing had tentacles... "What the fuck in the full moon are those things!? The hell are you... I know they have androids working for them but when the hell did they start having things that go bump in the night worming around?" His scouter was going off now too now giving a full reading as power grew and grew.
However Jarvis as he watched the creatures snap and grow hungry in view did what he though he'd have too. He was used to the idea most times that fleeing wasn't possible only usually would lead to a slash at the back. He'd hold his blade at the ready in front of him as he'd begin forming a energy around his free hand holding his arm out right as if aiming his arm at the man while his sword hand held a blade defensively. "So... tentacles... Do those things grow back? Also... Are they always so feisty or are you just really happy to see me?" A little bead of sweat rolling down his brow as he said it giving Kahr a wink. He'd be lying if he said he didn't find this one... easy on the eyes. Jarvis had tastes that were... varied. Being a smuggler and pirate around Arcose for a few years he'd seen many species of mutant and alien breeds. An discovered that... variety, Really is one of lives best spices. "So if we go by my rules? An I beat you? Do I get anything else from you?" His arm would start growing with energy forming a ki blade around his wrist and forearm the point past his finger tips. The better version of blue slashers as the spear formed ready to launch it. Most techniques like this were simple to stab but he was ready to shoot it as a spear. Wondering if Kahr would realize this. His tail as well was fluttering behind him freely. Like animal excited at what it saw.
[Blue Spear: [UP2] 66% Charging]
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Post by Kahr Diak on May 24, 2015 17:15:55 GMT
Most of what Jarvis implies went right over Kahr’s head. It isn’t like the Bio-Android has genitalia, and whilst they understood sex in general terms, the idea that their tentacles could be described as ‘frisky’ rather than ‘terrifying’ was actually a bit disconcerting. It looked like Kahr’s hope that they could scare Jarvis off has come to nothing, which meant that their options were somewhat limited. Well. Who knows? Perhaps they’d get lucky and rip out the Saiyan’s throat. That was a comforting thought.
“I can get the kills if I have to.” Kahr snarled. “As I will prove right now!”
It was unusual for Kahr to project such an outright violent attitude, but they don’t feel they have a choice. Truthfully, Jarvis holds all the cards, and the only way they are going to come out of this with a win is if they can convince the Saiyan that it is more effort than it is worth to fight rather than flee; which they aren’t doing a very good job of so far.
It was tempting to call the mission off right then and there – the glowing blue energy Kahr could sense full on, and the pressure rising from it was menacing in the extreme… but if they backed down now, that would only embolden the Saiyan in any future dealings with Blue Banner personnel. Kahr might not be the best in reading social cues, but they know instinctively – perhaps because of their own Saiyan blood – that the only way they are going to win any respect from this individual is to bloody them.
There’s just one more moment of hesitation, and then Kahr quashes it. Alright. A fight, then. This will be their first test on their own… it was time to see if they could prove themselves worthy of the faith that the Blue Banner Army had placed in them!
“KIYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!”
Launching off from the ground, Kahr’s flight forward kicked up trash, debris, pieces of bodies… it all swirled together behind them in an unpleasant mass which would – when Kahr comes up short – swiftly overtake the Bio-Android and (hopefully) splatter Jarvis… along with their nice, clean clothing. That was unfortunate; Kahr was noticing more and more these days that they really had a hell of a time keeping their bright white clothing clean, but what else could they do? Give up and admit they ought to be wearing more sensible colours? Never!
Far more concerning was the speed with which Jarvis had begun gathering power. Kahr could feel the intensity of that energy blast already, and it forced their hand; they had to go for the best shot they could take right off the bat, because if Jarvis was able to land something like that on them? They might just have to put Jarvis’ question about growing their tentacles back to the test. It wasn’t something they’d ever had to do before; Kahr wasn’t exactly in a hurry to find out if the theory worked out as well in practice as it did on paper when it came to regrowing parts of their own body!
But there was a stratagem which came to mind – Jarvis’ power was concentrated in the arm. Perhaps they could disarm their opponent, and thus nullify the threat.
From the cloud of blood and garbage, Kahr’s three tendrils lash out all at once, aiming to grasp the arm that Jarvis was using to gather power around the wrist, forearm and shoulder, then wrench upwards. Those sharp fangs are also intending to dig in as deep as they can, the overall hope being that they can get a quick win by disabling the opponent’s limb – Kahr already has seven to four, after all. Seven to three would help them feel much better about the way things were likely to play out!
Of course, those tentacles have to bite in and chew, first. That might just wind up being much easier said than done. Either way, the Bio-Android’s determination not to let things go shines clear in those brilliantly predatory eyes of theirs – Jarvis HAD done some of the heavy lifting, it was true, but really all they had managed to accomplish from Kahr’s perspective was turning a relatively simple mission into a depressingly threatening one.
How embarrassing would it be if Kahr actually died out here in an alleyway? Pathetic. That simply could not be allowed to happen. Their missions so far had gone… quite well, they wouldn’t let this one end in defeat just because there was a true challenge in front of them!
((Surprise Jaws released at 66% - 11482 PL))
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Post by Deleted on May 24, 2015 17:52:23 GMT
That sound it made like a animal about to strike. A sound that tore through the air like a hunt for a wild creature. It spoke of killing so it was ready to fight was it? He couldn't help but give a cheeky smile in retort. Feeling a little tingle down his spine like anticipation. This was intriguing on various levels an it was to late to cowl down. Although it wasn't like that was a action to be anyway.
"Come for me Kahr! Bring your snakes and I'll bring the charm!" Cackling out a loud audible left that echoed building up at the chest and bursting out of his lips. This one wasn't a meager vagrant or thug. This one was a opponent! A real match that didn't seem miles ahead in the terms of power. It was a sensational feeling like one you only good in the warm arms of a lover or fine Arcosian wine!
The wind kicked up or more so Kahr's power a swirl mass of trash and blood swirling around Jarvis being splattered a bit blood staining his clothes and shortly after some blade splashed his face his left eye closing for a moment before opening. But it only seemed to widen his smile His legs shaking a bit with anticipation. The cool splattered fluid at his gave his blue hues a rather a easy way to stick out in color. The way the crimson mixed with his blue hair and eyes. His black clothes as well made him look odd under the moon light. He'd takes a firing stance as well as the things seemed to come at him. They were fast as well.
Tendrils like little mouths twisting through the air as monsters coming for him. Like a thing of nightmares as they lurched forward at him coming to bite at him feast on him. Wasn't the first time he'd meat a creature race that wanted to eat what it killed. But either way he wasn't about to lay down and die or give in. "You like it rough and dirty do ya?" Referring to such ferocious ways of attack and the blood that had stained them both. It wasn't the first time he had blood to wash off and certainly wouldn't be the last.
Jarvis would hammer up all the power he could in the arm and fire it at the oncoming creatures wanting more so for it to drill through them past towards the body further ahead. The spiky energy would fight against the creatures trying to rip through and against their onslaught towards Kahr the blade gleaming as it made attempt to fly towards Kahr's chest to impale him if possible. The energy blade was like a spear shoving through the sky. A pointed ki blast that would hit and disperse shortly after what it stabbed. Sorta all the pain and deadliness of a spear but you didn't need to reclaim it and for your foe they didn't have to pull it out although burning energy might have been worse compared to steel or wood.
He'd fired it fast enough to get the things away from his arm before they could truly grab him but various rips appeared in his flesh at his forearm. Some of the teeth had snagged him moments before he'd fired. Blood dripping from his arm from small bite wounds and snags. It wasn't the most pleasant feeling then in the world but it wasn't too bad either. Jarvis would also try and run after the blast following it no plan on attacking but merely trying to hide behind its glow. He wanted after Kahr was hit or found a way to avoid it. To watch his movements and try to land himself inches away from the man. He wanted to look in those eyes up close. Things that go bump in the night didn't scare Jarvis.
[Blue Spear: [UP2] 132% Charged and used Blue Spear- 25390 Vs. Surprise Jaws- 11482 =13,908 Blue Spear]
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Post by Kahr Diak on May 24, 2015 18:36:39 GMT
With the release of the Blue Spear when the teeth had already started to take hold, Kahr is in no position to avoid the attack entirely. What they do manage to do, is tense their tentacles as the spear carves a brutal path through them. The three coiled, snake-like limbs shear apart in a shower of silver blood, streaked with bright purple lines, but Kahr was able to use the sacrifice they make to twist themselves around, forcing Jarvis’ energy spear to punch through the building behind them rather than through their vulnerable gut – quite possibly causing more horrendous damage to the surrounding area and risking more loss of life… but right then, Kahr wasn't exactly in the right state of mind to be overly concerned with the collateral damage they were causing.
Kahr had studied many different tactical approaches to battle during their gestation; they knew the theory behind many approaches to battle, and they had even undertaken several real-world training missions since their induction into the Blue Banner Army. Even the worst beating they had taken during all that was as nothing compared to the ridiculous amount of pain that surges through them when Jarvis’ attack connects with their unprepared flesh.
No, this was the first time Kahr had ever taken a serious injury, and the pain is excruciating. For the first time in their life, Kahr gets a first-hand experience of what it is like to be hit by a high-level Ki-attack.
There’s less of the predator in Kahr’s eyes after that, instead the Bio-Android just looked like they were in pain, their eyes filled with tears and shot through with thin, barely-visible traces of silver. More than that, though, before… Kahr had been trying to hold it together. They’d been trying to out-think the Half-Saiyan. That ends the instant their tendrils are cut out of their guts. The moment they lose some limbs to their counterattack, the game is over.
There’s no more room for playing around. It is all fun and games until someone loses some limbs.
Kahr’s tentacles hit the floor and writhed around, slapping about on the ground until the black tendrils bubble and hiss, melting into dark pools in a small lake of silvery goo. But if Jarvis was hoping that would be the end of Kahr’s battle, he is to be sorely disappointed.
Pain flares inside Kahr’s belly, rich and searing, burning up through the rest of their body as their eyes twitch. The Bio-Android’s vision swims, but they can still see Jarvis directly in front of them, and the Bio-Android now has an objective far more important than just achieving success in the mission that had been assigned to them. Now they wanted to cause Jarvis as much pain as he had just caused them.
Kahr so rarely gets truly emotional. It may not bode well that they are so quickly driven towards a hot flush of rage and anger. As Jarvis came running in towards them, Kahr blinked the tears out of their eyes and curled their lips upwards, snarling, before they threw their head back and let out a bellow of raw, animal pain. Compared to the pantomime attempt to frighten Jarvis off before, it is like the difference between day and night.
“HRAAAAAAAAAAARGH!!!”
It is a … strange noise to come from such a pretty mouth. Doubtless, Kahr is an attractive being to a certain kind of mind; they were designed to have enough ambiguity in them that they could easily pass for both male and female in the species. This makes it all the more disconcerting when the noise that tears out of the Bio-Android’s lips is one of such unbelievable horror, confusion and fury. Gone is any pretence of playing things smart; there’s no attempt at even the most basic banter, instead there’s just… pain. Pure, simple pain, let loose and reverberating through the confined alleyway.
Jarvis was running to close the meagre distance between them, and really, that only worked to Kahr’s advantage. Their legs bend down for a moment, and then they spring up, their wounded tentacles dangling uselessly from the slit in their stomach. Kahr aimed to impact Jarvis heavily with their shoulder, but really that was just so that they could stay steady on their feet to conduct the real attack, Kahr aiming to grab the man by that pretty blue hair with both hands…
And then brutally slam their forehead right into Jarvis’ nose, with as much strength as they can muster. If they can get that grip, they will just hold on as tight as they can, determined to keep Jarvis in tight against them where they can try to disrupt further attempts to charge by battering them up close and personal.
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Post by Deleted on May 24, 2015 19:11:06 GMT
The scene wasn't exactly the most pleasant one. The bodies of the severed limb tendril creature that writhed around on the ground after their explosion of cut flesh and silver like blood was kinda sad in a sense. Jarvis feeling a moment of sadness for the poor things. Not sure just yet if they were extension or something of their own will and actions. It wasn't the time to dwell on it but they did seem a shame. Although the saiyan in him did lightly wonder on their taste if cook properly. Heh... saiyan appetites.
Jarvis was rushing in closing the gap getting a little vision through the mess of fleshy tendrils and silver blood that painted the scene mixing with crimson and the body of the criminals. It was a gore ridden sight. Like that of a battle of gods leaving the dead and blood in their wake of several varieties. His hand was gripping his blade tightly in his left hand as he ran quickly his boots clacking on the ground. The shriek the boy made though caught him off guard. As well as a closer look at where the tentacle like fleshy biters had been severed. It caste a eerie sensation this time over his body. Mutilation and the silver blood making his spine chill a bit with a sensation that seemed to warp down his hole body. Enough to make him lose focus long enough to feel that shoulder ram into him knocking him back a bit into a stumble. Kicking a lag back to stop his fall or chance of going back. Trying to throw back into a strong footing as to not lose a stand.
He'd feel light his hair grabbed as he tried to pull away for a moment looking at the mans face. Were those... tears? "Are... Are you cryi-..." A thunk as he felt the man headbutt into him as Jarvis lost his battle train of though for a moment in the surprise. His nose hit roughly as he'd snort and shake and rock his head a bit his eyes lightly dazed. Feeling a bit of a blur in vision and it felt like this creature was trying to keep a hold on him as well. But that suited Jarvis just fine. If it had to be up close and personal that it'd be damn personal. As with both hands near his head he figured that might leave his stomach a bit more open. As a little blood dripped down his nose hardly noticeable since his face was already splattered with blood though. He'd try to angle the steel Cutlass up and run it through Kahr's stomach. Trying to impale the creature in a clean stab while it gripped at his hair. Jarvis was dazed but he didn't need perfect vision to attempt a stab at this range.
The attempt would be made to stab and if successful or not Jarvis with his free hand would either go for where the tendrils came out or the blade wound and try and dig his arm inside the creature if he was able. Trying to let fingers dig in like worms or snakes looking for prey. To rip things apart from the inside. If this had to be personal it'd be personal. As well to throw his enemy off before the sword would come out he'd be a bit cheeky to distract such a man and throw his face right back against Kahr attempting to plant his lips to Kahrs. A attempt at a distracting kiss to start the little blood attempt at blood and gore.
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Post by Kahr Diak on May 24, 2015 19:37:11 GMT
Stabbing isn’t really too effective against Kahr; inside, the Bio-Android is mostly fluid, gooey silver mass intertwined with writhing, snakelike tentacles. The grabbing, yanking and pulling is far more effective, as the cutlass makes a couple of neat holes in the back of the Bio-Android’s body, but little more, whilst Jarvis’ groping hand manages to yank out another couple of bundles of gooey black tendril. It is all the Bio-Android can do to keep themself up, braced against the more experienced warrior as they try to stay steady.
Oddly enough, the pain is starting to fade. Compared to that initial burst of searing, cutting energy, Jarvis rooting around inside Kahr’s belly is... uncomfortable, but it isn’t in the same league of pain. The Bio-Android is clearly starting to lose focus, though, as Jarvis may recognize if he’s been in as many fights as it appears – they keep their grasp on the Half-Saiyan’s hair, but their knees are going weak, and they are having to lean on him to stay upright.
“Not, crying! Hurts…”
Kahr’s voice sounds more like the neutral, serious one that they had greeted Jarvis with, at least. The bestial fury in the Bio-Android’s eyes has begun to go out, as well. It is all they can do to pull Jarvis’ head to the side when he goes in for the kiss – though they do that, and ensure that they wind up in some sort of twisted embrace. If the police were actually coming – rather than having been frightened off, wisely, by the terrifying roar a few seconds earlier – it would have looked like the pair were hugging rather than fighting.
There’s a cold numbness spreading through Kahr’s gut, though. One which the Bio-Android instinctively recognizes; it isn’t a sensation that they’ve felt before, but they know what it is doing, now, and they can only hope this one last trick up their sleeve might be enough to turn the tables. Otherwise… they’re done for. There’s no way they can keep this up for very much longer. But, they were an infiltration unit, right? They were designed to be sneaky? And they don’t even have to put on an act to sound like they’re in pain right now.
“Please, stop, just, a few seconds. Breather.” Kahr murmured a little silver trickling from their lips. The Bio-Android flinched once more as the cutlass working around inside them glanced off one of the few solid bits. Kahr didn’t have a very great or complex skeletal structure, but that hurt! It felt, they imagined, much like it would were someone to drive something sharp into the root of a human’s tooth.
“Just, hold off. This, hurts. You have made your point.” Kahr coughed, and their head sagged, their breath hot and laboured as they breathed over Jarvis’ ear. “You, please, pull your hands out of me…”
Kahr’s voice sounds about as weak as they feel right now, their tone quivering with Jarvis’ hand wrist-deep inside their gut. Their usual eloquence was replaced with something far more broken, barely there at all. It was taking all their concentration just to stay close to the Half-Saiyan as they tore lumps out of their gut, rather than doing what instinct says they should and at least TRY to get away. But they just had to hold out for a little while longer – that’s what they told themself. Just a little longer, and they might yet be able to salvage this. It still wasn’t even about the mission any longer. More than anything else, it is about reclaiming the pride that Jarvis had beaten out of them.
There’s more than a little Saiyan in Kahr, and they do not want to acknowledge that Jarvis was correct; that they had been crying, that they had really been hurt as badly as they so clearly have been. There’s a stubborn core in Kahr that the Bio-Android didn’t even know was there until they had a reason to find it… but they hated this flirty, blue-haired alien and all his disrespectful behaviour.
Before this was over, they were determined to ensure that Jarvis never tried to place a kiss on them again, and there was one very obvious way to do that…
((Charging for regeneration this round!))
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Post by Deleted on May 24, 2015 20:32:26 GMT
The blade ran through it seemed and his hands gripped and ripped as his fingers felt stick tendrils. But it was a unnerving sensation from it not the victorious brutal warrior joy he expected. What was this guy... he had those tendrils attack but even his insides felt strange. Like snakes or something on the inside. It was a tingling sensation of horror realizing this guy had allot of things crawling around in there. Jarvis didn't really encounter many things this strange before at least on internal levels. Sure your average alien had a few bits and pieces that were different but this was... this took the cake.
He felt the boy leaning on him a bit but he didn't really find himself reacting roughly just yet. He felt that sticky sensation in his fingers between them as fluid and strange pieces came out. This was nothing like he'd seen so far on earth he thought this thing was some machine partly like Cypher. Blue banner and androids perhaps going hand in hand. But in truth now he didn't know what to think as his blue hues became shaken. They were in a hug or embrace of sorts. Jarvis felt his hands covered in the goo. His fingers twitching as the sword slid out of the body and by his sides covered in silver blood that danced with moonlight that gleamed off it.
His free arm wrapping around the boys shoulders holding him up after hearing the words. A bit of his rage fleeting and vanishing rather fast. Not really expecting this after seeing the silver blood dripping from his lips. Had he done so much damage in a short amount of time? This things body was different so perhaps internal injury was more deadly then he'd presumed. He knew obviously there were always vitals but this thing... he had no idea what exactly was vital. He was likely accidentally smearing blood on the things clothes his arm silver up to the wrist.
"A breather?... Sure creature... Just take a moment. Didn't think it'd take that much out of ya after I saw those things leap out at me." In his mind it was over but the boy did have some weight on him so a clang was made as the sword hit the ground making a rattling sound of metal placing another hand on the front of the boys should with the other arm as said prior wrapped around supporting him. HE couldn't see his face but wasn't really sure how to react. He wasn't sure if this kid needed medical attention or not or even how to go about or where to get it. Jarvis was allot of things but the kind of guy to kick a dog when it was down was not one of them. "Oi Oi Oi... You aren't gonna go dying on me now are ya. Common now Boyo surely you gotta little more strength in that snaky body then that haven't ya?" Giving him a little shake to rouse him. He didn't like this as this was not a intended kill. As well as if this boy expired so easily it'd be too close to murder without cause. The idea made Jarvis feel a little short of breath. Merely standing remaining a crutch to lean on presently. His emotions and temper switched often at which got the best of him. Curse of being a well minded Brenchian as well as hot head saiyan all wrapped up in his cute little exterior.
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Post by Kahr Diak on May 24, 2015 20:57:55 GMT
Kahr almost felt guilty about the deception when Jarvis showed some genuine care. Almost. The guy had basically disembowelled them, and no matter whether that was ‘intended’ or not, it hurt worse than any other pain the Bio-Android had suffered in their short life. Kahr is not an expert on their own emotions, but if they had to take a guess as to what they were feeling right at that moment, they’d have to say ‘vindictive’ was up there. Was it better or worse that Jarvis clearly didn't see them as a threat that deserved a murderous response? That was... difficult to say. Given Kahr's own intent had been lethal from the very start, it is quite insulting!
When they are shaken, Kahr went a little limp, but that didn’t last too much longer. Now that Jarvis is no longer rooting around in their innards like he was fishing for his lost watch, the regeneration comes out much faster. Jarvis could clearly see down Kahr’s ruined shirt now; the subtle slit that is the point where the tendrils usually come out. But it is not, as he is about to learn, the only place that the tentacles can emerge from.
Kahr’s hands slid down to the Half-Saiyan’s shoulders, and they squeeze gently. “I am not going to die.” Kahr says, reassuringly. “I am not as weak, as the men you killed earlier.” That much, of course, was fully known already, but looking around the alleyway it is still difficult to believe that Jarvis wasn’t trying to kill them – they’ve lost a lot of biomass, and more than a few gooey lumps which seemed more vital to operations than the silvery liquid that counts as the being’s blood. "And please. Use my name, not 'creature'. I am Kahr Diak."
The Bio-Android straightens themselves up, and their expression becomes less pained as they do. They look Jarvis right in the eye, and lean in close – this is, really, an important part of the new mission objective. The operation to retrieve the Mystery Box is now definitely taking a back seat to Operation: Make Sure People Don’t Try To Kiss Me Again. Kahr was pretty sure that if this goes as planned, Jarvis would be telling quite a few people about the experience, word would get out, and any future unpleasantness would be avoided.
“There is something I want you to understand…”
Bright yellow eyes look into Jarvis’ clear blues, and it really did tug at their heartstrings. Or it would, if Kahr actually had a heart. This would have been far easier if Jarvis had continued to be a psychotic, murderous Saiyan warrior, instead, there’s a moment of genuine hesitation before Kahr opens their mouth wide…
And those three inner tentacles suddenly burst out from between their lips, hissing and snarling and aiming to bite deep into Jarvis’ shoulders and upper body, chewing, gnashing, biting with that same terrifying “HISS!” Which had punctuated the first introduction to the Bio-Android’s disturbing inner anatomy.
There was, at least, no attempt to hold on to Jarvis this time – in fact, once the tendrils had taken their bites (or been deflected by Jarvis - really, so long as the Half-Saiyan isn't quick enough off the mark to grab them, which would change things somewhat...) they’d snap back between Kahr’s lips and the Bio-Android would try to shove the Half-Saiyan away from them, wiping at their lips with the back of their gloved hand. It is always less-than-pleasant to have the tentacles erupt from their mouth rather than one of the other openings in their body; it left their throat feeling raw and ragged, and it’d take them a half a second to swallow the tentacles back down into a more comfortable position within their form.
But that should, at least, be more than enough to discourage even the more amorous intergalactic lover from trying for another sneaky kiss mid-combat!
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Post by Deleted on May 24, 2015 21:46:05 GMT
Hands lightly slid down his shoulders and he felt a light squeeze. The boy was speaking so that was something with such a power surely he wasn't going down for the big count just yet. A little sigh of relief form Jarvis. He didn't want extra death he did not intend to happen this night. Feeling relieved and lightly at east for a moment or two. His arms keeping hold just to be sure. Not realizing what was really happening. Normally it took a pretty girl to work one over on him like this but sometimes his emotions did get the best of him on their own.
"Oh I believe ya there Kahr. You got some tricks normal humans just don't have... I'm not sure I've seen anything like this before boy..." He'd say trying not to chuckle. The boy didn't like being called creature... Well he couldn't blame him. Jarvis didn't like being referred to as a Monkey for his Oozaru blood so fair was fair. "Deal Boy. Kahr it is." The weight was a bit odd as Jarvis felt the grasp and wasn't really sure if this kid needed attention. Then he made it clear he had something he needed to get across. A point that needed to be made as Jarvis looked around to see if anyone was coming as well as thinking what to do next.
Jarvis paused seeing those eyes look up and meeting Kahrs. It was sudden so close he could hardly know what to expect. Looking a little puzzled but stuck for a moment in the gaze. Was he ok or perhaps in need? Blood loss getting to him perhaps as it was hard to tell really his silver blood was everywhere. It made Jarvis feel rather remorseful.
But what happened next broke Jarvis into a surprise wide eye'd shock he still had a grasp on the boy even if the boy let go. His mind shaking in surprise. He had speed but wasn't ready and thinking quickly about his sword looking down but with little to no time as those creatures swirled out. His shoulder twisted as teeth sank in as well as his chest one nipping the side of his neck a bit as well as he lurched back from the shove hitting his back on the ground. Fumbling up and on his side before making to one knee in a crouch. His hand clutching the side of his neck. His upper saiyan body suit was torn now revealing half his chest. Blood spurted out of his shoulder and chest as well as his neck the hand covered a wound but blood was leaking beyond the hands palm. The weighted gloves putting pressure on it as much as he could to slow the bleeding to let it calm. Hopefully let it clog the wound up a bit. Jarvis smeared some of it away looking at the red palm of his glove. It was stinging bad. "Damn you... You tricked me. Should have known better then actually trust someone from this damn planet.... Fine pretty boy... You want to play..." He had a light hurt look a little betrayed. He'd felt like a fool now. Trying to be kind in battle had bit him and he should have known better. He made so many mistakes lately it was amazing he was even alive. He could almost hear mother laughing in the back of his head. Being on knee it felt like he was kneeling in defeat. It was humiliating and only made him regret more his soft ideals at times.
He'd take in a deep breath looking up at the man Kahr. One of many deep heavy breaths but using the moment to as his cheeks puffed shoot out a mouth full of fire and ki in a hefty blast aimed right for the boy. Fire spinning as ki ignited with oxygen in a ragin inferno sphere shooting for Kahr's direction. Jarvis needed a second to recover from the surprise. His bleeding needed a second to settle as well.
[Breath of Fire: [N1] 33% Charged and used 6347 power level]
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Post by Kahr Diak on May 24, 2015 22:11:19 GMT
“Do NOT try to kiss me again!”
That was what Kahr wanted Jarvis to understand. It was a lesson they had probably managed to instil pretty heavily, but there would be a price to be paid. At such a close range, there wasn’t much that Kahr could do beyond duck their head down as the roaring flames come burning in and wash over their body. It… hurts, yes, but if there’s one thing this battle has been so far, it is a lesson in the different types of pain, and how much Kahr can actually stand.
Their hands clap out the fire that clung stubbornly to their forearms and hair, and the Bio-Android fixes Jarvis with a harsh look, eyes narrowing just a little bit. Whatever goodwill Jarvis might have gotten from his concern just went up in smoke – quite literally.
“You CUT off my TENTACLES.” Kahr snapped back, to the accusation that they had tricked Jarvis – yes, they absolutely had, but it wasn’t as though they were doing so out of nowhere! “Do you have any idea how much that stings?! How would you like it if I cut off some of your limbs, huh?”
That said, Kahr backed up a pace, standing once more in the doorway to the bar, with Jarvis in front and the gore-streaked bar behind them. Kahr was still smouldering lightly, Jarvis was bleeding from the wounds they had managed to inflict… although more of Kahr’s blood and viscera may be scattered about the alleyway, right now, they can’t help but think this is moving more towards bitter stalemate territory. They are also rapidly losing the will to keep this up. They hurt all over, and Jarvis’ attitude has veered from disrespectful to outright offended. There’s no question in Kahr’s mind that – even if they had the power to kill the Half-Saiyan, which they aren’t convinced they do – they couldn’t do it with a clean conscious. Perhaps they could have in the instants after their tentacles had been sheared off… but now? Jarvis doesn’t seem like a bad guy so much as he seems like a free-spirited blockhead.
Slowly, hesitantly, Kahr fell out of their fighting pose. Their tentacles stuck out their tongues at Jarvis, briefly, from the back, before retracting once more inside the Bio-Android’s body, and their gloved fingers began to button up their blood-streaked, ashen trench coat once again. “I apologize if you felt I was telling you what to do.” Kahr said, at last. “It was not my intent to offend anybody. If you really want to take everything they had, you are welcome to the spoils of your conquest.”
It is a heavy concession to make, one that does not come easily from the tanned young ‘man’, as Jarvis has chosen to identify them. That much is obvious just from looking at the effort it took to say those simple words.
“But they stole from the Blue Banner Army. You have to understand, if you just take what they took in turn, you will be stealing from us as well. We do not want anything more than what was ours to begin with.”
They pause, then , eyes drifting back to look Jarvis in the eye one last time.
“Do you understand that? If you want it, go ahead, but I would consider it a… personal favour, if you let me complete my mission rather than sending me back home with my tail between my legs.”
The plea is a last-ditch effort, really. Kahr just… doesn’t want this fight any more, and that means there’s no chance at all that they’ll be able to bring it to a victorious conclusion. They are tired, they are wounded, and they just don’t hate Jarvis as much as they thought they would. The man might be a killer, but he’s not nearly as psychotic as he’d have to be for that hatred to come through – or perhaps he just hadn’t killed the right kind of people yet. There’s still a significant part of Kahr which hopes they can complete their mission successfully…
But at this point, despite what they just said, going home with their tail between their legs, rather than torn off and rotting in an alleyway, seemed like an acceptable compromise as well.
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Post by Deleted on May 24, 2015 22:50:49 GMT
"You prepared your snapping little beats at me first! I didn't start this you stood in my way!" He'd say snapping letting the blood leak from his neck looking near Kahr's feet where the blade was. It was a little close to rush for it. For now he just narrowed his eyes. The wound didn't look good but he gave it little thought. Forcing to his feet refusing to show weakness or stay on the ground. "You came in for the attack payed dear for it Kahr. I'm Jarvis... A warrior and mercenary. If you want to didn't want to get burned you should have stayed out of the fire kid!" He'd wipe a bit of the blood from his face and lips with his forearm. Smearing it away his body slowly becoming a mixture of silver and crimson his blue hair stained and thick with fluids.
He cleared his throat picking up his sword when Kahr made his way to the door and entrance. Sheathing it at his back. A sword was of no value at the moment. His hands would do him much better. The weighted gloves ready and willing covering popping knuckles. He'd spit on the ground the blood gathered in his mouth from a cut when he was headbutted. He'd stand before Kahr listening to his words his eyes closed listening to them all before speaking himself. "You can't trick someone like that after mercy is shown.... I don't give a damn about the Blue Banner army. If they ever want me for something I did they can come chase my blue ass down lad." He'd hold he'd draw in a heavy breath and heat began to build as held his breath so he could talk drawing in ki into his lungs deeply. Gathering oxygen as power. Keeping the feeling growing and careful as to not need to exhale or launch it too quickly. He good lung endurance so he could handle himself for a bit. At his angle he was standing if Kahr chose too he could move and avoid it but the bar would likely be incinerated as would whatever he wished to recover. "I would never be made the fool then roll over. If you wished such ideals as a parlay with me you should have asked for it when you played me the fool an acted as you were." His chest glowed lightly as heat drew into him focusing the energy deep within.
His fists at his side as smoke lightly in brief puffs exhaled. The oxygen was leaving his lungs in slow breaths but some of it was being stored by a internal charge. "You want me to let you have that whatever it is! You better start making me a better offer. Or show me some other tricks you have... I'm not a coward or someone who can allow someone to pull on over on me like that. Reputation is nearly everything in my kind of life boy... If I lose that I could lose it all." It was heavily a personal matter now. He couldn't let it go showing mercy and kindness and be greeted with what felt like could have ended in much worse wounds.
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