| The Other Promise (Open For All); A metalhead reaction...is quite a fucking thing | |
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| Blue Warlord | Jun 21 2012, 05:52 PM Post #21 |
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Groaning as he saw the drop, Rust dropped down beside Jagd, the water breaking his fall as well as using the Halford to slow his descent by dragging it across the wall with a screech of metal on metal. Having the water come up to his chest, them mechanic shivered a little as the cold got to him. Apparently, another back up generator was in action, because he could see clearly without the goggles now. Taking them off, he saw the blood being washed off his clothing and from around his face, luckily, no puncture marks yet. His eyes fixated on the Kingfisher, particularly on that nasty spear of his. All of a sudden, Rust was beginning to wish he hadn't wasted the Bohemian Rhapsody on Baur. Man, I am not a fan of water. And this guy... he feels unreal. I don't know what it is but you can tell. Walking on water? Who the hell built thi- He stopped. He looked beyond the Kingfisher. Rust just stared at the sight, unwilling to believe. His shook slightly, eyes not moving at all, fingers gripping the Halford tight. Nu sniffled loudly, finding her voice. "...Well... you know how Nu isn't a normal human, right? I was... caught in the Boundary... a long, long time ago. And... everything just kept happening over and over and over again... and... Nu dreamed that she was still in the Boundary... and it was so scary..." "You..." His knuckles whitened. All the crap he'd undergone. Everything bad that had ever happened. All the pain, the agony, the killing. All the frustration of being so close and yet so far. Every setback, every tiny little problem and it had led to this. His kid sister...being used as nothing more than a battery. "Sick...Twisted..." The Halford's strings glowed golden. Rust was having difficulty keeping a cool head. Breathing heavily through gritted teeth, he couldn't stop one more image of Nu floating through his mind. "...thanks, Rust..." Having spent her tears, Nu looked up at her friend, her vision still a bit blurry; a faint smile crossed her face, and then she hugged him again, resting her head against his shoulder. "You're the best kind of friend... thank you so much for everything you've done... Nu won't ever forget about you as long as she lives." Rust snapped. "FUCKERS!!!!" With a roar of anger, the strings of the Halford literally set on fire as the rocker's rage peaked. The flames resisted the effects of the water as they burned even under the liquid. It began to steam slightly from the heat that Rust was giving out, a few boiling bubbles appearing near the rocker, although Rust himself seemed unaffected. A tune began as Rust almost unconsciously began to play. "You sons of bitches!! Every time something starts to go right in my life! EVERY GODDAMN TIME, YOU FUCKERS DO SOMETHING TO SPOIL IT! AND IT'S NEVER ME YOU COME AFTER! IT'S ALWAYS HER! ALWAYS! NOT ONCE DO YOU LET UP! NOT ONCE DO YOU LET HER LIVE NORMALLY! NOT ONCE DO YOU LEAVE HER ALONE! I! HAVE! HAD! ENOUGH! YOU'RE THE LAST THING IN MY WAY! THE VERY LAST THING BETWEEN ME AND HER! YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW DANGEROUS A POSITION YOU'RE IN, KINGFISHER! LET ME SHOW YOU HOW A METAL HEAD DEALS WITH A PROBLEM!" With fury palpable, Rust raised the Halford in a power stance, arm raised above the water. He seemed to calm down a little, regaining his thoughts, though the rage was still hot. "I'm Rusty Hetfield, you translucent fucker." he snarled. "You've touched my little sister. I'm going to break you in half." |
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| Gleam | Jun 21 2012, 05:59 PM Post #22 |
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An RPG smacks into the Kingfisher midcharge and smacks it into a sideways tumble, although it recovers smoothly a bare second later. The white skin is barely scuffed. Jagd tosses the emptied rocket tube aside and draws a second from a pulsating seal. "Much agreed." he says pleasantly, and sends a second streaking downrange. The Kingfisher snatches it out of the air with a bare hand and flings it back. "DROP!" Jagd shouts, and ducks below the surface of the water as the Kingfisher charges. |
Class. Dig it up, dust it off, hang that shit crooked on an ear. My halo's a land mine rind, amigo.
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| Blue Warlord | Jun 21 2012, 06:30 PM Post #23 |
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Rusty was already under the water before the RPG passed overhead, slamming into the wall behind them. Sent tumbling due to the detonation, the rocker quickly recovered and found himself in the path of the Kingfisher. He bent his legs as with as much force as he could, leapt upwards to meet it's charge. Unknowingly, the Halford shot out a small shockwave behind it, aiding an otherwise impossible jump. Leaping out of the water, Rusty brought the Halford upwards in an arc, similar to that Inferno Divider move Ragna had shown him a few weeks ago in a training session. No over the top names here though, just an axe swinging towards the Kingfisher. CLANG! It smashed off of the spear, humming and hissing as steam rose from the super heated, vibrating edge. Rusty kept the pressure up trying to dislodge or even knockback the white humanoid before he fell back into the water. |
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| Gleam | Jun 21 2012, 06:38 PM Post #24 |
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The Kingfisher parried smoothly, the water itself guiding the humanoid around and past Rust's strike. It rolled the shaft of the spear around the Halford's neck, and smashed the metal pole down directly at Rust's wrist and forearm - then reversed the strike, bringing the opposite end of the shaft up at the back of Rust's knee. Jagd could not respond - a wave of the creature's hand had sent an eight-foot wave rushing down the pool, swamping him entirely. Edited by Gleam, Jun 21 2012, 06:38 PM.
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Class. Dig it up, dust it off, hang that shit crooked on an ear. My halo's a land mine rind, amigo.
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| Blue Warlord | Jun 21 2012, 06:43 PM Post #25 |
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FUCK! The strike hurt. It damn near broke his wrist. DOUBLE FUCK! The second one wasn't much better, striking right at the joint and mentally paralysing Rusty for a moment. He dropped like a stone, re-entering the water. Said water steamed before a roaring rocker slashed upwards, a stalagmite appearing from underneath the Kingfisher. Said stalagmite glowed red for a moment before exploding outwards, sending a lava plume at the white humanoid. Meanwhile, Rusty played on, trying his best to keep his head above water. "JAGD! We need some sort of land here!" Edited by Blue Warlord, Jun 21 2012, 07:21 PM.
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| Gleam | Jun 21 2012, 06:56 PM Post #26 |
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The Kingfisher was caught and flung skyward by the stalagmite, but it spun in midair and polevaulted off the ceiling, rebounding fast enough that it entirely dodged the lava plume, which fell on the ground and hissed as it ate away the water. The giant spun in a circle around Rust, floating atop the water like a Christ ripoff, and then spiraled in, the barbed head of the spear thrusting at his face. There was a hurried gasp from the other end of the room - the water was surging around Jagd like a living whirlpool, dragging him down, and he unsealed a second barricade, a five-foot steel cube, beneath him to keep from drowning. From his new perch, he threw up a handful of water, slapped his collar, and flung a twenty-foot sheet of periwinkle plastic at Rust. But when the water touched the sheet, it rushed away, and even when it laid flat on the ground, the water writhed off of its surface, spilling on and rushing off endlessly. The material was hydrophobic: it repelled water. Jagd choked up another lungful of water, and raised himself to a knee, where he drew an assault rifle and started aiming precision fire at the Kingfisher, rounds plinking off its head and neck. |
Class. Dig it up, dust it off, hang that shit crooked on an ear. My halo's a land mine rind, amigo.
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| Blue Warlord | Jun 21 2012, 07:11 PM Post #27 |
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Rusty barely got the faceplate of the Halford up in time to block the straight stab at his face. Even with the vibrations knocking the spearhead aside, the impact sent a terrifyingly powerful jolt up the mechanic's arms, almost forcing him to drop his weapon, an almost certified Game Over if there ever was one. Thankfully, his grip remained. Seeing the twenty foot sheet, he desperately swam over and pulled himself onto it, barely managing to keep it balanced with his feet. Seeing the Kingfisher skating around, he aimed the Halford once more. "Smile, you son of a bitch." There was no trail, no visible sign of Rusty firing the shot. All that happened was that suddenly, The Kingfisher skated into a ball of fire. It had just appeared. Before it could recover, another was shot towards it's gut, again invisible until it hit. Rusty continued to strum as fast as humanly possible, keeping up with Jagd's assault rifle fire. Edited by Blue Warlord, Jun 21 2012, 07:22 PM.
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| Gleam | Jun 21 2012, 07:19 PM Post #28 |
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The instantaneous shots bypassed the Kingfisher's agility, battering it, until it whirled and sank under the water - crouching on the underside of the surface, like an inversed water skimmer. And then it launched away and towards Jagd, slithering smoothly through the pool. Jagd responded by hurling a series of spheres into the air that exploded into white powder and drifted downward. The Kingfisher screamed - it had a high, clear voice like a songbird's - and leapt out and away from the white powder, skating back towards Rust. "It's freshwater!" Jagd shouted. "Can't stand salt concentrations!" Another set of spheres were hurled, and they spun through the air and scattered over Rust's little island, scattering the repellant material everywhere. The monster spun around the patch of plastic on its water ride and feinted a stab at Rust, and then gripped the sheet of plastic in one claw and tried to jerk it out from under Rust. Edited by Gleam, Jun 21 2012, 07:32 PM.
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Class. Dig it up, dust it off, hang that shit crooked on an ear. My halo's a land mine rind, amigo.
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| Blue Warlord | Jun 21 2012, 07:42 PM Post #29 |
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Rusty grinned. If anyone had random balls of salt stuffed away for emergencies, it would be Jagd. "You beautiful genius!" the mechanic complimented, eyes following the Kingfisher as it went mental. Unfortunately, he fell for the feint, not wanting to risk a spear through the air and as such was not ready for the Kingfisher yanking the sheet of plastic from under his feet. He flipped backwards, feet being pulled away from him and about to re-enter the water, which would have been death at this point, the way the Kingfisher was acting. A strange clarity overcame the rocker as he rotated. All of a sudden, he knew exactly what he needed to do. The Halford was primed, humming loudly. Rust then shot down, aiming right for the Kingfisher's outstretched arm. Rusty's knee hooked it. "EARTHSHAKER!" There was silence for a moment as Rusty re-entered the water, dragging the Kingfisher with him. Then, a monumental shockwave shot out, eliciting the Kingfisher's songbird cry once more, before flinging it high into the air as rocks jutted up in a ten foot radius around the rocker. Thinking quick, Rusty clambered onto them, a much more reliable support than the sheet of plastic before. He grinned savagely, despite his rapidly tiring body. "C'mon....THAT THE BEST YOU GOT?!" |
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| Gleam | Jun 21 2012, 07:49 PM Post #30 |
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The Kingfisher flipped again, landed on its good wrist, and spun down into a crouch, before it howled at Rust again. The arm Rust had grabbed had crunched inward, the white shell-skin shattered like porcelain. It twitch once as if in agony, then thrust both arms upward, a wave of solid water as high as the ceiling spreading outward. Jagd dropped another metal barricade in front of himself to block the assault, but from the opposite side of the room there was a gasp and a cough. Nu, trapped in the Murakumo cage, was trapped beneath the surface of the water. She was beginning to thrash, unable to escape the machine, and unable to breathe. Jagd, eyes ice-cold, summoned his workhorse, the Browning M-2, the Ma Deuce, and blew the Kingfisher off its feet with a hail of explosive rounds as he started to wade through the water towards the drowning Murakumo. The Kingfisher spun under the water, howled again as it touched the salt, and then blew a pulse of hardened water back at the mercenary, throwing him from his feet. Edited by Gleam, Jun 21 2012, 07:50 PM.
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Class. Dig it up, dust it off, hang that shit crooked on an ear. My halo's a land mine rind, amigo.
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