[Earth] [O/C/V/3rd/4th/8th] Week ---: Operation Shattered Throne

[MoonlitRain014]

Emily nodded back with a grin and pondered about what else she could do to hinder the progress of the creature. She had to get somewhere under shelter if this was going to work. Despite her general lack of any sort of morality, she hoped that none of her allies would see her sudden hiding as a sign of abandoning them.

On fast feet she turned and began to sprint for the cover of a nearby building. It wouldn’t necessarily stop these zombie-like convicts from eventually working their way in but it would buy her some time. She wasn’t sure if this was going to work but the situation was a great deal more serious than she had anticipated.

Shoving the door to a nearby bank building open, she headed behind the counter and sat down on the floor, slipping under the teller’s desk. She was short enough to sit under there and it was a good means of concealment. As she sat, her breath began to slow down, her heart rate normalized and she started the process of sinking into a deep trance. What she was planning was going to take a lot of concentration and skill.

She sent the tendrils of her mind questing out into that melee, seeking for as many of the simple minds as she could find. Eventually she’d gained control of about a dozen of the shambling beings because the compulsion on them wasn’t very strong. There was a throbbing, burning bright spot that represented the thing that was controlling them. With all of her will, she threw the dozen convicts towards that bright spot, causing them to surround it in a circle. Now she held her nerve and waited to see what might happen.

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[K3]

The beast seemed to half-stumble back, unable to register the flock of mindless convicts that swarmed over its knees and up its stomach. Its eyes remained fixed on those twin orbs of Tougen's, flecks of rose and ocean blue swimming in its vision.

Chaos reigned, convicts swarming out and past the small group which attempted to stem the tide. Yet in the throng of criminals could be glimpsed the occasional flitter of movement to the contrary. The tailcoats of a white lab coat, stolen no doubt, and the brief gleam of Echidna's technology-ridden body peeking from beneath the synthetic skin he'd hidden behind.

Yet for every three which ignored them, content to enjoy their freedom, one stopped. Sight of the streets beyond the teeming masses became indistinguishable, a mob of convicts jeering and slowly closing in on Shukumei and his enigmatic companion. Only the persistent gaze of Tougen seemed to hold them at bay, and its effectiveness was quickly dwindling.

A twitch in his hands. Nothing more, nothing less. A simple twitch, and the lazy grin across the steely-haired man's face was wrong. The flecks in his vision spoke not of power but madness, every movement not casual but predatory. At his side, the deep crimson hilt of a blade awaited the inevitable.

Just as the mass of criminals seemed ready to press inward, the chimera's fixation slowly easing with the divided attention of Tougen, the man's hand came to rest against the katana.

Nothingness announced the threshold the man had crossed. No ringing of steel, no screams of anguish. An instant passed, Tougen remaining firmly in place... yet not. For in his hands was the sword, steel loosed and its keen edge reflecting the slightest tinge of aqua. A contrast to the deep crimson that stained it erratically. A myriad of gurgles sounded briefly, and four men slumped to the ground.

Razor-thin cuts lined their throats, made with utmost precision. A moment later, they lay still, dead. Holding the saya in one hand, and bringing his zanpakuto aloft in the other, the enigmatic man betrayed at least one crucial piece of information: there was no mistaking the use of Senka.

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[Valero]

Finally, Shukumei managed to get away from Tougen. The affinity he had for the man was strange and complicated to say the least, but it was for the best that he didn't struggle to fight when so many men, women and mutants were surrounding them. The bodies were overflowing and vastly outnumbered them, which was even worse when he realised half of their original team was not responding. What had happened to Elena and the others? The entire operation had turned into a disaster the moment Kite hit the ground. Even if the man was overpowering the battlefield with his powers, Shukumei was glad that Steely-hair turned up, though that didn't stop the bodies around them from multiplying. The young little vizard had had enough.

"Lacerate the heart, Gekijin!" two voices shouted from behind the mask, his wakizashi morphing into a medieval shortsword as the energy around the blade shimmered. Immediately, reiatsu signatures were leeched and absorbed into his zanpakutou. Of course, there was no knowing which three souls were fuelling Gekijin's lust for blood, but at that moment he didn't care as long as he managed to take some of those convicts down.

Swinging his sword horizontally, he unleashed the energy stored within his blade and slashed across the torso of three incoming mutants. With a glance he saw Emily fleeing into a nearby building, though he did not think she would leave if she was anything at all like Zakki. Instead, the vizard kept himself relatively close to the building to cut any pursuers down that came too close.

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[Nutella]

While the humans were busy hunting down the chimera, a different monstrosity made its own commotion at the area. The bulky man continued grunting past the other convicts, leaving a clear trail behind him as he pushed further on, though the space was immediate filled with the stampede of other creatures wanting to get out. And while Shukumei busied himself with merely cutting the mutants in his way, a band of surprised convicts were thrown to his position, by the sheer massive strength of the malevolence that swept them away from their feet. Perhaps, they were thrown straight to his blade. Perhaps, they were thrown at him. But one thing was sure: Shukumei will have a hard time handling everything that's coming for him.

It was not the throng of screeching metal that filled their ears, or the agonized screams of mutants that came nearer and nearer to his presence. It was the groan of a certain convict thirsting for the thrill of the fight and the blood of an even warrior. His grunts as he proved his dominance to the meager creatures that stood in his way...

Minoru's loud and breathy grunt as he glared down at this masked creature, shoving the last of the convicts that stood between them. His heavy panting that escaped from between the gaps of his malicious smile. That was among the things that filled Shukumei's ears. There was a gleam in Minoru's eyes, a prickle on his skin as he felt the joy of an intense battle drawing near.

And with one swift move, the bald convict's immense strength set his massive fist to action, barreling towards the vizard without regard of his blade and his mask.

"Out of my way, pussy."

Yeah, Val. Let's get it on >8D​

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[Vincent Valen]

Elena tied a rope around her captives, at least the ones who weren’t mutated and running amok elsewhere. The pole she had yanked out of the ground laid beside her, and the agent sat down to catch her breath.

“You know this was going to happen the moment you stepped out of your cell, right?” she said, grinning at the convicts predicament.

“Cierra la boca te negro perra,” one of them mouthed off, which immediately warranted a strike across the jaw, sending him off to sleep.

“Yeah I can understand Spanish amigo,” Elena said, reaching into her pants pocket and pulling out a phone. She quickly dialed a number and waited until the connection was made.

“I’ve got possession of about...two...four...eight...fifteen convicts. You can pick them up at this position,” she stated, closing the phone quickly after.

The agent looked in the direction that the other fights were in. While it was tempting to join the brawl, she already had a load to deliver. Plus no one seemed mortally wounded...yet.

“Good luck comrades,” she said quietly.

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[Valero]

Shukumei's breathing was beginning to get heavy as beads of sweat dripped from his copper hair and down the front of his ram-horned mask. He had no idea how long he was going to be able to hold on out there, even the weakest convicts overrunning his position rapidly. As if his situation wasn't dire enough, a great huge brute came pouncing towards him. It was a struggle with the heat of around him not to revert to baser instincts, his pulse beating like a drum in his head, a lust for blood tickling at the back of his mind and trying to tempt him. No, he would keep his sanity if he ended up dying in a pool of blood.

"Now, now, there's no need for name-calling," both of his voices uttered as the bald-headed hulk closed in on him. A few swipes of his blade with concentrated reiatsu and he managed to draw a six-pointed star consisting of crimson, destructive energy.

"Chimodosu," he grunted and the shape, almost as tall as himself, set towards the giant man before him. Dodging back to avoid the ensuing explosion, he slashed across another few convicts and tried his best to keep his eyes fixated on the bald one who seemed interested in him. Without even realising it, he began to growl.

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[Nargles]

Looking around with a rather pleased look, Echidna took stock on the chaos that had erupted around him. That being said, the vizard he would cheerfully call Captain Scowlyface and his merry, multicolored hair men, were rather putting a damper on the situation. All this lovely chaos and they were getting so... well... uppity.

It was almost as if they were not a fan of his menagerie of mass murderers.

As the group began to cut their way through, he for a moment dwelled on his decisions. He could stay and fight to the death, standard fare macho manliness that would surely lead to his death, or do what he prefered, make like a banana and get the fuck out.

Yes, the latter truly was the superior option in this case. He cleared his throat, nonchalantly gesturing towards the closest convicts. As the cavalcade of the most attractive convicts he could find in a timely manner approach, he leaned back, letting his muscles relax as he fell back in an overly dramatic manner. “It seems my dear, that it’s almost midnight! Cindarella, cindarella!” shouted the mad scientist with a campy giggle.

Grabbing the two prisoners by the necks he pulled them closer as two more red pills appeared in his hands. He forced the two down their throats, the two men buckeling suddenly and collapsing to the ground. They retched and began to writhe in pain, the two slowly being drawn together, their biological mass merging together to create a new creature. It was a disgusting being, one that appeared to be more avian than human. With an enormous wingspan, the aforementioned wings covered with a thick layer of dermal skin. The veins throbbed beneath, spreading forth from the repulsive avian. The face of the beast resemble, if anything, a parrot. However, its ‘beak’ persay was created with a thick covering of what appeared to be interlocking teeth.

He jumped on the beast’s back, balancing carefully along the exposed vertebrae. With an enormous flap, the beast suddenly rocketed into the air.

 

[bankzu]

The tattooed convict made no attempt to budge from his place as his attempted assault was met with a malevolent explosive force. As the attack landed on his thick skin, burned on his tattoos and pricked on his flesh, it was not the pain of battle he felt. As the crimson blood trickled down through the length of his arms and his charred chest, there was no regret, or anger. There was only exhiliration... and excitement.

As the blood gently flowed out from his body, it became a rush that flowed through his veins. With a grin on his face, the monstrous convict continued to shove the lesser ones away from his path, his arms guided by his ever-growing superhuman strength. While Shukumei thought it would vanquish Minoru, his assault did otherwise. It strengthened him. And without a doubt, it fed his hunger for a fight.

"Away from my path, vermins!" he shouted at the flurry of stampeding convicts.

At the distance, he could envision his victorious escape from this wretched hellhole. But before the hands of absolute freedom stood Shukumei... and the vision of him rotting, crumbling and dying, just like these other creatures around them.

Note to Val: Minoru is charging like a bull to Shukumei... with only a less clearer path
Note to everyone: Nella asked me to post this.
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[Valero]

The beat for blood grew stronger in the vizard's mind and when surrounded by mutants and blood splattered across the streets, there was no place Daraku would rather be. The only way he would survive the whole ordeal now was by fuelling his hollow. No, not by giving into that sadistic mastermind - if they were going to go down they would go down in unity, not separated. Slashing the energy absorbed by Gekijin at the hulk that continued to charge towards him, Shukumei let his mind bathe in the chaos. While his inner hollow was becoming prominent in his mind, he felt himself smiling at his own plan as his hands twitched at his side.

A familiar ball of red energy began to materialise in front of his mask, reiatsu twisting and colliding as it expanded. Simultaneously, his own crimson reiatsu began to materialise around both of his hands. In his mind, he was almost serene amidst the destruction that surrounded him, one peaceful cloud while the storm still raged on. Then the cloud joined the storm.

"Double Raikouhou!" two voices screamed and the vizard threw forth both of his hands. Two huge lightning bolts leapt out of him, crackling through the air as they seared towards the intended target, over-shadowed by the powerful red beam of destruction associated with hollowkin, a tremendous force to be reckoned with, and about as much as the vizard had left in him.

Shukumei's body seemed to wane from the drain of the attack almost as soon as it left him - he would continue to fight until there was no fight left in him, but the way that the fight was going, that would not be long.

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[Nutella]

As soon as the red ball of energy began gathering at the vizard's mouth, the convict's feet led him astray from the path he intended to take. The path was hard to clear, and though he was strong enough to make a way for himself, his speed and the circumstances did not allow him to fully escape the incoming rage of this vizard that he had come face to face.

When the crimson malevolence had burst forth, the violent energy was enough to clear the path before Shukumei, until the energy had hit the building far beyond them. It was not to say, however, that the man was completely unharmed. As the triple assault passed by, its energy burned his body, leaving his body with maps of charred flesh. Even with the pain throbbing from the left side of his body, the man pushed on, moving forward to his freedom.

A lot of things would stop him from escaping this prison. But not this pain. Not today.