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Post by Deleted on Sept 1, 2016 5:35:22 GMT
W.C. Noire Thread power level 57,186! Heavy weights ACTIVE! Current PL: 14,296!
“Wander off, experience some things of Earth's culture on your own, meet others and the like.” Those were among the last of the words imparted onto her by Katsu — a brilliant scientist who had quite literally saved Noxa’s life. They weren’t orders, or at least that’s what she assumed. The structure of power within the organization he’d invited her to — S.C.A.R. was unclear. Besides who the ‘Big Three’ were, she wasn’t sure about other member's places within the power structure. More importantly: she wasn’t sure if Katsu was her direct superior.
Either way, orders or no orders, the woman had seen his words as advice. Advice she was swift to take.
The passage of time since her last encounter with the man was… Hazy, but it had certainly been a few days. A week or so at most. Most of her time was spent in Satan City. It was, after all, her nesting zone — her home, but often enough she’d be sure to travel away from it. Fly and soar into new territories. Sometimes as Noxa, sometimes as not.
Recently, Noxa had been made aware of by another large human settlement. ‘West City’, as it was called in several news stations. Noxa had only caught little quips and snippets of the broadcast. At the time she’d been purchasing books — material on another prominent figure on this planet. ‘Captain Nova’, he’d called himself. After an inspirational run-in with the character Noxa decided to learn more about him. See what he was about. Give him, and plenty of ‘heroes’ a second chance.
The little shop Noxa often went to buy books was small and out of the way. It was a tiny little thing she’d come to learn was family-owned. It sold a myriad of things related to literature; books; maps; comics; manga; instruction manuals; cheat-code books... If it was something to be read chances are you’d find it there amid dusty shelves, or boxes tucked away in a dusty room in the back. ‘Storage’ they called it.
Noxa preferred the term ‘hoarding’, but she wasn’t there to judge. She was at least glad all that crap as kept off the main store. The little halls between shelves she had to travel through in search for books were narrow enough as it is. Noxa had walked to the front desk, a bright yellow plastic card entangled in her red mane; a pile of musty, old paper books tightly held in her embrace. They were kept in check by her chest, which acted as a sort of paperweight to hold them in place — prevent them from spilling over.
The young man at the front desk was a pudgy guy with thick glasses. His greasy skin was slicked with sweat. Noxa approached, giving a passing look to a little fan. It was hardly bigger than her fist, though it was pointed directly at the cashier’s face. Noxa was no financial genius, but the idea of investing in better ventilation was something she felt she should suggest. At the very least it’d make customers more comfortable here. It would certainly be the case for Noxa; she couldn’t turn off her superhuman olfactory senses. She could smell every single shower he missed this week from a hundred yards.
The woman dumped the selection of hero-themed books on the counter, distracting the man from the manga book he tightly held against his slightly bulging belly. The man looked up from the counter, angling the cover of his reading material so Noxa would get a good look of what it was. She recognize the cover — it was the same book she’d smacked him silly last time of: ‘Dirty Deeds Done So Sweet’.
The man reached up, scratching at the whiskers over his lip. He snorted. “W-w-welcome back. I h-have not seen you in two weeks, M-miss.” His glasses began to fog up; his face began to turn beet red.
Rolled her eyes, reaching side for a book she didn’t intend to purchase. The redhead brought it up to her nose, using it as a way to disguise the overwhelming body odor this man oozed. Inadvertently Noxa’s actions came off as coquettish. To the guy, at least. Another snort came from the man; he took his time going through the small collection Noxa had just purchased. Her hair moved, setting the cat on the table.
“I-it’s so neat yo-you can do that w-w-ith your hair, m-miss.”
She wasn't going to address him more than she had to. Noxa had a history with this guy — the son of the store owner. He lacked his mother's manners. He wasn't sure, per-se, but this guy 'Westaboo Jones', always found a way to make Noxa uncomfortable... Or irritated. Often both.
“Right — thank you, Wes.” Noxa mumbled under her breath, eyes locking into a small TV screen. It was suspended at the corner of a room. Presumably a CCTV which had been turned into some sort of entertainment system to help pass the long work hours.
“And that was another day in West City! If anything could be said,” Spoke the elegant newsman with a beautiful mustache, “It’s that at the very least a day in West City is never boring! And that was all the news for tonight! This is Ron Burgundy signing off; stay wonderful, Satan City.”
Noxa ran his words through her mind. They echoed. Not a single boring day, huh?
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Noxa cursed at herself, standing at the outside of a massive steel vault door. A gigantic metallic entrance to some sort of hideout. A heavy carapace-covered fist slammed into the metal, hardly denting it.
“YOU CLOODS!” Roared the absolutely livid virago, voice prompting plenty of the alleyway occupants to close their windows. “WHEN I GET IN I’M GOING TO GIVE YOU A PIECE OF MY MIND!”
Coming here was a mistake. A huge fucking mistake. Noxa had hardly spent a day here — within a few hours she’d gone into a market, pulled out Dirty Dan’s credit card to buy some refreshments, and it had been snatched by some skinny skin-head of a vandal!
Noxa had half a mind to drop her power inhibitors and just blow this tin can open. She didn’t, however. Her mind shot back to her little ‘event’ with a giant kaiju and his summoner.
A shudder ran down her spine.
The idea of a group of god-like beings coming down on her for opening fire in a city… No, she had to find another way in… Noxa looked around the dark alley she had ran down — it was very dark. Not a single light source to illuminate the oppressive darkness of the moonless night.
“Fucking damn it.” She hissed. If she recalled there had been a ‘thing’ the man wore on his head. A bandanna of sorts. Now that she thought about it, plenty of factions wore uniforms.... The likelihood of that being the same faction that used this hideout was rather high. Noxa had both seen him dodge into this alley AND seen a handful of other men and women brandishing the same colorful head wear.
The glowing xanthic embers crowned atop black sclera pierced down the alleyway. Fine. If it was a fight they wanted it was a fight they would get — but first, it was time to hunt!
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Post by Project: ARES on Sept 3, 2016 8:32:01 GMT
CLAAAAAAAAAAAAANG!
The sound of metal slamming against metal reverberated deep into the ground beneath the massive fortress that the gang members were using. Deep in the sewers, a dangerous monster stirred, unbeknownst to the residents of the city. “Grn…” It groaned out, opening it’s golden eyes. It looked up, listening to the sound of the feminine voice above him. Even with ten feet of concrete and steel between them, he could still hear every word. Even if he had to strain himself a little to do so. “The hell is it now…?” He groaned out, irritated at being awoken from his peaceful slumber. Leaning forwards, the cancerous growth that had encompassed him while he slept began to retract. The sticky, tough substance retracted and pulled away from his skin, ripping and tearing until he was free. Any remnants simply meshed into his body again, refilling any injuries he may have sustained. He walked over to the ladder that lead up to the allyway that Noxa and the thieves were in, and he began to climb. Step by step, his heart began to race faster. Internally, he questioned what this feeling was. Why was he so anxious? So nervous? So… excited? A mere human should not elicit feelings such as these. He had to find out what this was. Placing his hand against the underside of the manhole cover, Hunter shoved, sending the steel cover flying several feet into the air. It landed on the ground with a loud crash, and several spindally spider legs peeked out of the hole in the ground. They planted themselves firmly on the ground, and pulled up Hunter from the sewers. THe spider legs were grown from his back, and he planted his feet on the ground once outside. Soon enough, the new appendages began to retract into his body as quickly as they had appeared, and he stared at the red-haired bio-vixen infront of him. His own carapace had naturally been fully encompassing his form, his black sclera-clad eyes looking over her form. “You’re… her.” He spoke out, recalling what he’d learned on Zilyana. “The one that broke free. The one that devoured all her sisters, right?” He asked, bringing a clawed hand up to his chin. “Though, I can’t seem to remember your name… it begins with an N, I think, right…?”
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Post by Deleted on Sept 3, 2016 12:15:25 GMT
The woman had already formulated a game plan: eliminate one of the bandits in uniform, dawn their garbs, and infiltrate the facility. There was also the option to wait. Hide out of sight until the doors began to open before rushing in. The problem with that idea was clear; should Noxa rush in she would undoubtedly have to face a horde. The numbers weren’t the thing she was worried about, it was the scale of destruction. A fight of that magnitude would draw some unwanted attention. Heroes, news, law enforcement. All that, of course, was assuming that in this crime infested city the police weren’t already in the pocket of the criminals.
Going in ki ablaze was definitely the more fun option, but Noxa wasn’t here for pleasure. She needed to get her fucking credit card back. She needed to be smart about this.
The woman began to casually walk away; Noxa gave whatever cameras or CCTV set up the entrance had a show. She did her best to look flustered, and then disappointed. Sulking a bit as she made her way towards the end of the alley, walking out of the well-lit entrance and once again into the stretching darkness of the alleyway.
The scarlet-haired Bio Android resumed her ailing gait until she was more than certain the cover of night had shrouded her from recording eyes. It was at that point the the woman stopped, crossing her arms beneath her ample chest and looked back at the massive metal vault’s door. In silence she stared. The ‘clink’ and ‘clank’ of an approaching challenger hadn’t even registered in her mind. Noxa was busy running scenarios through her mind. It wasn’t until Hunter had reached the top of the ladder and made his entrance that the woman realized he was there.
With the manhole cover being blown sky-high Noxa’s head snapped in that direction. Her hair suddenly getting in position to attack — to rend and impale whatever cause the sudden noise. The woman watched as the spindly spiderlegs crawled out of the manhole, position themselves just so they could pounce up at any time.
“It is definitely something looking for a fight.” Noxa figured, giving heavy scrutiny to the way the legs planted themselves on the outer edges of the underground hideout. It reminded Noxa of the entrapping spiders of her homeworld. Vile bugs which would hide behind rocks or debris, only to spring out and devour its victim.
To the woman’s surprise, however, something very different than what she expected crawled out of the hole. From the underground sprung up a… Thing. Noxa wasn’t entirely sure what she was staring at. Given Celmaru’s wisdom she would very much assume it was something akin to herself — a Bio Android. It certainly looked like an amalgam of different species.
After it had spoken, however, there was absolutely no doubt about it: this was definitely a Bio Android. What other creature, that looked like this, would know her history? The woman began to gather her ki. If this creature was ki-deaf there would be no indication as to her gathering power. Noxa leaned back a little, her arms tightening below her chest; she took half a step forward, freezing in what was right in between a pose and a normal way of standing. As if the posing wasn’t a giveaway of what could be taking place, there was another tell tale sign. Occasionally there was a little break in the darkness — little arcs of electricity would be seen coursing through her body, their occasional flashing light giving him clear snapshots of her body.
The woman had begun to ready herself for whatever went down.
“Yes, that’s me — I am she; Noxa.” Noxa’s silky, mature voice came in a confident line. “I don’t know how you know so much about me.” The woman continued, her piercing yellow eyes intense within the black of night. “Not only am I no longer in that forsaken world, but I don’t remember leaving anyone behind to tell the story. How do you know me so well?”
Alongside the confidence in her tone was a few other laces of emotion. Caution — a stand-offish atmosphere settled. It would be clear to anyone, even if they didn’t realize Noxa’s preparations, that she was very wary of this newcomer’s presence.
KP: 3/3 [ [SU1-3] Meneacing Posing; Noxa has begun to gather Ki in case it is needed]
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Post by Project: ARES on Sept 6, 2016 10:10:32 GMT
Hunter raised an eyebrow as the woman turned to face him. Her body tensed, small sparks of electrical energy zipping and zapping every which way. He grinned. He had only been here for a second, and she was already on her guard. She really was fantastic. "I was created to kill you." Hunter spoke, shrugging and chuckling. "Don't worry, I have no interest in actually doing it. I was created because of your little rampage. The Zilyanans wanted revenge and made me to do it. They made the mistake of giving me free will, though." He spoke, looking up at the sky.
"In that way, you and I are alike. I was created based off your DNA, of course. That's why you and I look so similar. Except I'm a man, instead of a woman." He continued, thinking back to his past. "The general tried forcing me to do his bidding and had no interest in compensating me for my work. So I killed him, devoured him, and left. I didn't leave any survivors behind, either." He spoke, grinning. "Though I doubt that was the only facility. But hopefully they won't make the same mistake a third time."
Turning his head back down to look at Noxa, he took a step forwards, offering out his hand. "My name is ARES. But that's a silly code name, so I'd prefer if you called me Hunter." He said, eyeing her form up and down. From her claws to her curves, everything about her was perfectly crafted, just like him. He was going to have a lot of fun with this one. "How about you and I become friends, hm? I was created to be a predator, just like you... If humanity confuses you as much as it does me, wouldn't having someone around to understand you be a great benefit?" In reality, he was speaking for himself. He felt lost, lonely on this world. He had no real friends.
Noxa was his first real shot at having someone who could understand him on a level unlike any other. They had the same thought patterns, the same opinions on things. Surely they'd get along.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 7, 2016 5:06:14 GMT
The crackling lightning had begun to dance in more energetic ways across the woman's’ figure. With every new dance of light, her figures were illuminated more and more. Eventually, the lightning began to arc from her form — striking the floor and a nearby trash can. An arc went as far as to trash from her hair and lick at a nearby wall. Noxa’s mind weighed everything he said. His tone seemed genuine enough, though Noxa’s ‘bullshit o’ meter’ was still not exactly up to par; she needed a bit more social experience to fully deconstruct a lie if told well enough.
Gradually the violence in the coursing bio electricity began to fade. Noxa decided she didn’t have much to lose in accepting him. If the power she had begun with was truly within the summit of Zilyana’s technology, then it would mean he was somewhere behind Noxa when she had arrived on Earth. That base ideology coupled with just how much Noxa had grown since… Well, she was comfortable enough dropping her guard around him.
A thick lock of her hair — a clump nearly of half her mane reached out. It stretched, taking a hold of his hand and shaking. He offered a handshake; she accepted a hairshake. Noxa’s hands came to rest on her hips as her hair did the job, her talons drumming away at her flesh.
“You know…” Noxa spoke, “I thought the same thing at first — regarding humans. Trust me, you’re better off on their good side. You will absolutely not last otherwise.” The woman retracted her scarlet mane, “They are confusing, but they are worth trying to understand. Their culture is extremely interesting... Plus, if you plan on staying on Earth you're better off not getting on their bad side. This planet has some truly fearsome vanguards.”
There was no empathy from Noxa, but not due to any negative intention of ill will towards the predator. Empathy was just an emotion she had yet to feel towards anyone. She, however, did feel as though she had something to offer him. A guiding hand, perhaps. She wasn’t sure.
“Either way, you caught me at a bad time. Some punks just stole some of my money — my credit card. It’s a little thing that humans use to put currency in. It’s weird. I had that swiped earlier today and the culprits ran into there.” Noxa cocked a hand over her shoulder, thumb pointing to the massive vault door. “I could blow it down, I guess, but that would attract a lot of unwanted attention.”
The woman took a look around, her glowing eyes scanning the darkness one more time. She had ideas, though she was hesitant to impart them. She sighed, realizing there was little to lose in ways of her plans. If he WAS some kind of affiliate to the gang that hid away within the vault it was likely that he wouldn’t know anything about Noxa — not to the extent that the man had spoken.
“Alright,” She said, hand reaching out to point towards some of the miscreants loitering at the entrance to the dark alleyway. “See those guys?” She shifted her hands, pointing up to another pair that seemed to loiter on the roof tops, holding something across their chests. Possibly an archaic style of assault rifles. “They wear uniforms. I was thinking that maybe I could consume them. Shapeshift — and dawn their colors. Figured that would be my best chance at making it in there.”
Noxa’s plan was something she’d come up recently; as far as she could tell it was ‘fool proof’. However, she supposed she could always ask his opinion. Supposedly he had been modeled after her. It would have been at least interesting to see where his thought patterns fell on the situation at hand. Was he more akin to Noxa’s feral flare back when her journey first started, or had he already developed a more tactical mind?
His attitude towards the idea would likely be enough for her to figure that one out.
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Post by Project: ARES on Sept 10, 2016 17:33:44 GMT
Noxa spoke about the fearsome vanguards of Earth, and Hunter nodded. He'd came to the same conclusion before. He'd been pre-programmed with a naturally higher strategic mind than Noxa was born with at first -- an attempt to make up for the same brute strength that had been robbed from him when they took away his ability to absorb. His first thing when he got to the planet was to do research, and he'd learned much. "Yes, I'm aware." He spoke, sighing. "I saw a fight go down in Satan City off the news... it made me realize how outclassed I am."
With that, though, he looked to the sky. "I do desire to grow, to become perfect. To increase my powers so that I may achieve my desires. But I can't do that if I'm dead." He spoke, turning to her, smiling. "So yes, I'll stay on their good side. And its really that interesting, hm? Seems more confusing to me, but I haven't been here as long as you. So I'll trust you." With that, Noxa mentioned her plan. To shapeshift and blend in as one of them, to sneak in and strike from within. It made enough sense for Hunter to go along with it.
Hunter grinned. "Oh, these guys? They pay no attention to their missing crew. There's enough gang wars around here that they think most of their men get offed by a rival faction." He said smuggly, chuckling. "Makes for some pretty easy meals." He said, licking his lips a little. He looked up at the door, and he brought a hand to his chin. "Hmm..." He hummed out, before a large, sadistic smile crossed his features.
"I've got an idea. Follow me." And with that, he'd turn and begin walking back out of the hallway and onto the street, looking for a nice secluded place to transform. "We'll have to wait a bit, though. If we do it now they'll think something is up."
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Post by Deleted on Sept 11, 2016 15:31:32 GMT
Noxa’s stoic stare at the loitering gang members was broken instantly. It snapped and it was like she had never been cold and distant, to begin with. Noxa had heard this ‘Hunter’ say something that really got her engines going. The woman’s head cocked over to the man in a split second, her entire body soon rotating to follow.
“Wait, wait!” Noxa declared, raising her voice. Still, she was careful to keep it within a hushed tone, “On the news in Satan City? Was it something to do with a giant flaming monster? Some golden guys floating in the air? If so I was there — the girl in the middle; that was me! That was me while I had shapeshifted into someone else’s form!”
There was a sudden beaming grin that came to overtake the woman’s features.
“I bet you didn’t even guess that was me, did ya?”
Before Noxa could even get a response the woman already felt her ego sweltering up. A bloated sensation of pride began to take over the woman’s mind. Her little scuffle — Noxa had almost forgotten it had been televised. Her actions had been broadcasted for all the world to see, and no one had any idea it was her smacked right in the middle of the action!
Once the man looked upwards Noxa couldn’t help but do that same — though she wasn’t star gazing or looking off into the distant moon. Noxa was just curious to see if he saw something above. Once she had become uninterested with scouring the great void for possible Tangos Noxa simply looked down back to the man’s features. Something else he mentioned caught her attention: ‘perfect’.
“Right…” Noxa said, narrowing her eyes at him. Her smile having been completely replaced with pursed lips. ‘Perfect’... Noxa didn’t believe such a thing existed. She was sure entirely new plateaus of strength existed — summits to be scaled and new heights to be attained. However, to her, perfection was a concept, not a spot within an evolutionary ladder. You couldn't simply 'attain perfection'.
“Eh. Humans are full of energy; very nutritious meals, but… Well,” the woman took a pause, struggling to find the right words, “They taste awful compared to all the food they can make. Everything they seem to touch is godsent... It’s hard to explain; you will just have to take my word on this. At the first chance you get to try human food... Do it; don't hesitate, pretty much everything is fantastic."
The woman gave a reassuring nod, something that followed alongside the man’s conclusion of ‘but I haven't been here as long as you. So I'll trust you.’ That was all she could really ask for; trust. At hunter’s mention of the lack of this faction’s attention Noxa couldn’t help but few a tingle of jealousy. It seemed Hunter had touched down in the midst of a pot of gold; a free flowing river of blood that he could tap endlessly. Over time, as Noxa’s power grew, she found the ‘hunger’ less and less dominant; she didn’t need to feed to the ravenous dog. Still, she couldn’t help be feel as though she could’ve used that little stroke of luck — landing amidst a warrior faction of criminals. Then again, maybe it was for the best she didn’t. She’d hate for Zilyana to repeat itself. Plus, she rather enjoyed the direction everything was going. Even if the scarlet-haired woman hadn’t had too many ‘easy meals’, as he called them, she had still managed to get by in her younger days.
With Hunter’s invitation, however, Noxa found herself trailing behind his footsteps. She wasn’t sure she liked that crazy look on his face, albeit there was a vague air of familiarity to it. Noxa couldn’t recognize the same look that drew across her features during a heated engagement. It wasn’t long until Hunter had led Noxa into a new location; a place safe from prying eyes; a place to shapeshift.
The woman found herself nodding, “Good call. For all we know they had night-ready surveillance gear peering into the alley's darkness. Humans really do love their security equipment, after all.”
Noxa continued walking through across the street, eventually turning a corner and entering a common convenience store. A small, out of the place thing, with only about four rows of packaged goods. Noxa tapped Hunter’s shoulder as she began to enter the establishment, urging him to get in with her.
Over by the counter, a rather elderly man, who had been heavily involved in some reading material, didn’t even pay any attention to the duo who entered his store. Noxa took note of his lack of care. In doing so, her strut took her within an isle of food — away from the possibility of his gaze.
Once the two had found themselves in sight only of a CCTV Noxa turned to Hunter. Her form began to shift. There was only the faint sound of bone popping deep beneath her flesh, but within time Noxa had taken a vastly different shape. The woman was at least 4 inches shorter; her hair was brown and relatively short; her eyes two were perfectly normal, hosting her two brown irises. Her carapace had grown more malleable, eventually near-liquid and melted over her flesh. It, now, looked as though it were a skin-tight rubber suit; something a pilot would wear.
Noxa, now in an entirely human form, crossed her arms. She looked at the man for a few seconds, expecting him to turn with the ease she had. Her gaze was blank and droll; she didn’t think much of this. It wasn’t a challenge, she just waited for him to get movin’.
While she waited for him, she would speak in a hushed tone. “We can probably get to the roof from inside this store.” The brown-haired woman noted. “Even if someone had seen is come in they won’t see is come out.”
Noxa, now realizing she was literally surrounded by food, found herself reaching to a shelf. Her hands snatched up a crisp plastic package. The packaging crackled beneath her fingers — some kind of candy collection. From the designs on the packaging, the woman was able to tell what was within — numerous bite-sized pieces of chocolate. All very varied. Some milk chocolate; some laced with peanuts; some laced with nuts. The packaged was forcibly torn open. A singular piece of the chocolate was taken and brought up to the woman’s lips. As it melted against her dancing tongue, Noxa held it up to Hunter. She had not long ago mention human food; here was his chance to try it — Hunter’s chance to put Noxa’s advice to the test.
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Post by Project: ARES on Sept 17, 2016 3:47:48 GMT
Hearing the heightened octaves in her voice, Hunter raised a brow. He turned to her, staring into her starry-eyed gaze as she recalled the events. Giant flaming monster? Check. Golden guys? Check. Some asinine posing hero? Check. Hunter still didn't understand that third bit. It just seemed so... so... unnecessary. To pose and make a mockery of yourself, like that. Still, what did he know of humans? Not much. That might simply how they required their 'heros' to act. After all, all the others in the fight had been Saiyans as far as he'd seen.
Which brought up another interesting thought, the Saiyans. Their Queen, Zucceta... From what he'd heard was a massively powerful beast of a woman. An efficient killer and leader, Hunter would love to learn from her. But what he'd truly be interested in was what caused her to change her mind -- what made her go from the efficient warrior queen feared throughout the universe to a more passive role. What caused such a turn?
"Hm, yes yes." Hunter spoke, raising a hand and dismissing it with a wave. "They were all there." But then Noxa spoke about having been there, and she spoke of having been the small girl. "Ah, yes. I remember that." He spoke, walking up and giving Noxa a slight poke to the shoulder. Though at his current level, he'd be surprised if she could so much as feel it. "Though... I don't think I compare to the one that scared you off." He spoke. He'd thought about that stance. Clearly not a threatening one, but why had he scared Noxa off? Why not just let her die? So many questions.
After that, they'd made their way to the ally. Hunter had changed to a much more human form, which in reality was simply replacing his carapace with skin. His chest was then covered by a light yellow shirt and his legs protected by blue jeans. He wore black shoes, as well. But after a moment, another change. His bones and body cracked and popped as his form continued to change, growing smaller and more petite.
His brilliant red hair changed to brunette, growing longer and with more of a sheen. A small blue bandanna adorned his head, and his face became more feminine like. His eyes had now become emeraled, and she'd grown breasts. Yes, breasts. As well as a pretty pronounced rear, too. She shook out her body, still in the same outfit -- except tailored for a womans body. She stretched out her muscles, popping every joint and forcing every muscle to move so that she could feel more comfortable.
"Ugh, I always hate changing into a woman. So much extra baggage..." She groaned out, adjusting her weight to accomodate the new bits on her chest. "How can you stand this? The breasts, I mean." But his question was interrupted when Noxa dragged her into the store. If N oxa had been paying attention, she'd notice that his weight hadn't changed despite his size. Though her voice had. Noxa offered the now-girl a piece of Chocolate, and the Huntress looked at it, puzzeled. "Cho-co-la-te?" She tried to pronounce, but gave it the proverbial 'fuck it' and tried it anyways. Tearing off the piece and tossing it in her mouth, it took him a moment to realize just how good it was. So sweet, so much flavor, in one little bar!
His eyes lit up like a christmas tree, and he grabbed for another piece, shoving that in her mouth too. She let out a very pleased 'hmm' as she devoured it, closing her eyes to take in the whole flavor.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 17, 2016 11:50:39 GMT
“How can I stand breasts? It’s simple — you get used to them. I’ve always had mine; what you’re seeing now is my true form... So at this point, it’s more of like a counter weight than a hinderance for me.”
Within the store, however, there wasn’t exactly a whole much for Noxa to do but wait until they had both been ready. Having exposed Hunter to chocolate, however, seemed to have potentially created an unexpected hurdle for them to get over. Noxa had presented her plan, and it hadn’t seemed as though Hunter had much taken a notice of it. He now, instead, seemed to be a bit more focused on the chocolate. Noxa reached a handout, middle finger and thumb pressing against each other. The pressure built before they pushed past one another — a loud snap echoing. Noxa had to get Hunter’s attention quickly, lest he probably give in to the chocolate temptation just like Noxa had done when she first learned of it.
“Hey, hey.” Noxa said, “Focus! There is a lot of food and drink in the human world, and a lot of it is better than chocolate. I can show you that stuff later, but for now, we need to focus; I need to get my debit card back.” The action may have come off as rude, but Noxa didn’t have much of a mind to evaluate that at the moment She had already turned, heading further back into the store. It wasn’t but half a dozen steps until they exited the little isle of junk food. Noxa looked just over to the side.
A satisfied grin formed itself onto her features. She saw, pressed up against the wall, some kind of escape ladder that lead past the ceiling of the shop. Noxa neared to the bottom of the ladder, which seemed to be built into the wall. She looked up and saw that it seemed to travel at least three or so stories up. The woman looked over her shoulder, just to make sure she was being followed. The brunette then took a hold of it, beginning her ascension to the roof.
She took time climbing up, but once she arrived at the top she jogged over to the side of the building that faced the alley. Here, atop this building, Noxa was on the same level as the rooftops across the street. She could clearly see the gang members patrolling said rooftops — mostly armed. Noxa could easily leap across the two-way street and land atop one of the guards, but she decided to wait for her companion. It would have been a mistake to act so brashly; they had time to lay out a more solid plan, so that’s what Noxa intended to do.
The roof they currently remained on was plain. There was a small water tower, what looked like a ventilation system in the form of a metal box — 10 feet by 5 feet , and not much else. Across the street, it seemed the rooftops were designed to provide cover. There were elevations and imperfections on the design that would offer a rifleman sandbag-like protection. It was also rather well lit. Every 15 feet or so there seemed to be a dim light bulb sticking out of the building’s perimeter.
Noxa found herself crouching, making herself less visible just in case someone managed to look over and see a strange figure standing on a rooftop for no reason. Raising suspicion this early on an attack would’ve been a bad idea. Noxa turned back to the ladder where Hunter would likely soon emerge from. A hand cupped around the side of her mouth, directing any reverb of her voice away from the targets across the street.
“Hey,” She found herself whispering, “When you get up here try and keep quiet; and stay low. The rooftops have a few more patrolmen than I thought.”
With that warning out of the way, the Bio Android found herself once more staring at the opposing side of the urban valley. She counted half a dozen or so guards patrolling the roof. Together they would need to take down two without alerting the other four. There was also the possibility of completely clearing the rooftop, but it was possible that in doing so they might bring more suspicion to the two of them. What if someone attempted to radio one of the four other members they would have to kill? Radio silence from one of the sentinels would likely have been just as damning as being caught on camera at this point.
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Post by Project: ARES on Sept 18, 2016 15:45:01 GMT
Hunters senses were exstatic with the sweet sensation that Chocolate brought on. He had gone to reach for another piece, when Noxa snapped her fingers. His senses were 'reset' so to speak, focusing back on reality and the plan they'd thought up. The small girl smiled, rubbing the back of her head. "Ha ha, right, right..." She spoke out, a little bit embarrassed. How had one little candy bar done so much to his senses?
Walking over to the ladder with his partner, he gripped onto it's steel bars and began to climb behind her. He didn't understand why the two just didn't jump straight up the ladder and grip onto the top -- it'd been much faster, and Hunter was more than capable of making that kind of ascent, even if he couldn't fly yet. He didn't bother to question it, though. She was probably more experienced at this than he was.
After climbing onto the roof, Hunter watched Noxa crouch and stay low. He did the same avoiding the contact with the guards across the street. It seemed easy enough. Between the two of them, they could jump over there and kill them before they could speak. Noxa and Hunter were both lightning fast compared to any regular human. Should've been simple.
But then he saw the radio's, and he realized why she was waiting. Smart choice. Walking over to Noxa, Hunter smirked. "I've a better idea. This disguise I have on right now is from one of their members I devourered. She had made the mistake of trying to rob me, but... I think if I make this form look injured and go to the door, they might let me in. From what I understand, she was pretty popular among their men. Don't know why, though." He said, shrugging.
"What do you think? That might be a better way to get inside than trying to take out all these guards. I can easily kill the doorman once we're in."
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Post by Deleted on Sept 19, 2016 10:32:46 GMT
Her focus had been sharp and singular; Noxa’s evaluation as to the terrain of the opposing rooftop was crucial to the operation. Between the enemy’s ability to detect the duo and the necessity to get into the gang’s gear before hand there was plenty of room for error; Noxa needed to make sure to avoid whatever pitfalls she previously hatched plan could have. Then, of course, the next issue would not necessarily be getting inside the base, but what to do once inside. If the disguising happen to take place in a successful fashion that shouldn’t be a problem. After all, it would be much easier to roll along with the mission if it had a successful start than simply trying to force themselves through a bandit stronghold on full alert.
Hearing Hunter’s approach Noxa found her head turning towards the sound — just a fraction — to take note of him.
“So, you’re already wearing her shape? That’s a step in the right direction. What about your clothes?” Noxa wondered, eyeing Hunter up and down, giving him heavy scrutiny as she calculated whether or not tossing him against a group of the gang members would go well. “Are you also wearing something she wore at the time? If you are then it might give us an even easier time at getting you to infiltrate that base.”
The woman, who had already been crouching, took it a step further and simply sat down. She hugged her legs and narrowed her eyes on the other roof stop. “Well, the idea of taking out all of the patrolmen wasn’t ever on the table. It would attract too much attention — even if not immediately eventually someone would realize that there isn’t any activity happening above. When they decide to investigate things would start going sour… That said your other idea might work well in this scenario; I somehow doubt they wouldn’t allow a proven member inside.”
Noxa cleared her throat, taking a deep breath as a moment was yielded; she had to carefully think things over. Noxa wanted to get her card back, but at the same time if she were to make a scene that might cause a lot more trouble than she bargained for.
“Maybe your idea is for the best.” Noxa agreed with a slow nod, “But when you get inside don’t kill the doormen. That would just be as bad as murdering everyone on the outside. The idea here is to get in and out without raising suspicion; just because we managed to get inside doesn’t mean we would be safe from the situation going volatile. No idea what kind of reinforcements or fighters they have inside; no idea just how much involvement that group may have with the locals. For all we know they could have the entire city’s law enforcement come down with the push of a button.”
Noxa, having explained her point of view, found herself returning her her crouched position. She seemed to crawl back over to the ladder. “Go in without me. You banging at the door with one of their comrade’s shapes will probably give me a big enough window of distraction to sneak in some other way. Once inside go with the flow of whatever happens and I’ll contact you as soon as I can.”
The woman had already entered down the little rooftop manhole; her metallic heels already firmly placed on the topmost steps of the ladder. A few steps were given as she descended just a little. “When we leave the store we won’t do so at the same time; it will arise suspicion if anyone sees it. Sure, the chances are slim, but I rather not take any if I don’t have to. That said…” Noxa, now at about shoulder level with the rooftop, crossed her arms against the cement as she looked up at Hunter, getting comfortable just in case. “Do you have any questions? If you do it’s better to get them out of the way now instead of waiting until it’s too late to ask.”
[ Mutual agreement to bring thread to a temporary halt here; will continue in a split ]
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Post by Entirely Ed on Nov 27, 2016 4:52:57 GMT
Project: ARES , your Zeni gains are 2198OLD ZENI: 500 NEW ZENI: 2698
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Post by Etoru on Nov 30, 2016 20:07:01 GMT
4,881 + 215,330 = 220,211 PL
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