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Post by DeredereChan on Jun 23, 2015 2:18:53 GMT -5
Sayaka simply looked at Gamagori's Three Star Uniform with nothing but disgust. The thing looked absolutely ridiculous, and a little dodgy at that. What sort of person fought in a get up like that? At least the Mahou Shoujo have the good sense to wear decent clothing during battle. How was she going to prove herself as a righteous warrior of justice against someone like him? Sayaka put her hand over her face in shame. "You're a real pervert, you know that?"
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Post by hellohello on Jun 23, 2015 2:20:37 GMT -5
"Ha! Not a pervert, a convert!" Gamagori backed up a bit so that he had both Sayaka and Dudley in view. He chuckled from inside his cocoon-like armor. "Do not underestimate me! This is the finest in clothing-based technologies that Honnoji Academy has to offer!" He turned back to just Dudley and exclaimed, "Now, are you going to take the first strike or not?!"
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Post by Residisi on Jun 23, 2015 2:51:19 GMT -5
A large statue could be seen in the middle of the dead city, an unnerving sight due to it being so different from the other structures within that preserved enviroment. Soon enough, said statue would begin to slightly crack, blood slowly leaking out of it and dropping on the decayed ground, it was only in that moment that anyone whom had observed the statue before would have realized that it was no simple rock. A figure would exit the rock that formed it, like a snake that had just shed its skin, the statue would then be broken completely once the figure was out, its pieces left to scatter in the wind.
"This was sure a long nap..." Esidisi would say, posing dramatically after his awakening. "But....Where am I? This doesn't look like that wall from before..." He said, looking at the rocks that once held him. "Kars? Wamuu? Where are you?" He asked out loud, hoping to receive an answer, but what he got was simply silence. Esidisi then decided to scout the strange area he was in, filled with buildings that couldn't have been from his time. He jumped on a nearby building and climbed it to reach its top, scouting the area. He would see a large, grotesque human dressed in particular clothing whom was arguing with another human. Next to them there was also a small girl, whom he presumed was human as well. "Humans....I wonder what they did this time..." He whispered to himself while grinning as he jumped from building to building, before landing next to the group.
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Post by DeredereChan on Jun 23, 2015 3:05:15 GMT -5
Sayaka jumped back in surprise as the eerie figure jumped in. She quickly gripped her sword in both hands as she backed away from both Esidisi and Gamagori, as the odds seemed to visibly drop. Her new opponent was very large, very calm, and very disturbing. Something about him seemed to suggest a warrior of a time long past, a relic from an era little remembered. Sayaka planted her two feet into the ground and held her sword right in front of her, preparing herself for anything that could possibly happen. She took a quick look towards Dudley, remembering his presence. "Listen, Dudley, I need your help. Stand by me, and I promise I will stand by you. No one is going to die while I'm still standing, not again." and then she looked towards the soldier, Annie. "You as well. Please, stand by me."
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Post by Frozen on Jun 23, 2015 3:19:33 GMT -5
He looks to his side, at the small girl. "You stand as if you've wielded that blade before... and at the situation we stand in, assistance is appreciated. I do not enjoy the situation I ask you to place yourself in, but if you feel you must, then so be it!" He quickly gazes back to the man in strange attire. After dashes backwards in a ready position, and forward again with alacrity, he strikes at the gut with an upwards swing! " Short Swing Blow!"
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Post by Residisi on Jun 23, 2015 3:20:08 GMT -5
"Oooh..." Esidisi said creepily while giving out an eerie grin as he stared all of the people inside the group. He scratched his chin in a weird manner once he realized that they were all human and moved closer before he gave out a disturbing laugh. "Mmm....I don't feel that hungry right now, so I'll wait. So, you, little girl human..." He said as he pointed at the human girl dressed in weird clothing, whom already looked frightened by his presence. "Tell me....Where am I exactly? What is this place? Did you see two beings similar to me before, perhaps jumping around?" He asked, still smiling. "....I'll give you ten seconds..."
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Post by DeredereChan on Jun 23, 2015 4:47:36 GMT -5
Sayaka's gaze snapped to Esidisi suddenly after she had relayed her message to the other two. With such a being paying attention to her and her alone, she felt a bit nervous, a bit uneasy. Her grip on her sword loosened ever so slightly as Esidisi directed his question towards her. It was a small action, but Sayaka noticed it, and she was sure the other being noticed it as well. Her feet felt a little less steady, her breaths became a little harder to gulp down, she found it hard to look into those unsettling eyes. Sayaka knew instinctively that he was something different from the people around her, something not to be trifled with. Something ancient, something more than human, as though he was a spirit of pure evil. From his mannerisms and way of speaking, Sayaka knew that he thought of her in the way that a human thinks of a lowly ant, or how the powerful ocean thinks of a pitiful grain of sand. In his mind, she was so far below him that she might as well not exist. As though she was a lower life form that he would step on without so much as a second thought. She might as well run away right now, far, far away from him, as a little girl like her couldn't possibly do anything against such a monster. But...she was a magical girl, a holy warrior dedicated to keeping peace. Her purpose in life was to purge evil from the world and spread justice in the places where it was most needed. But, what if she couldn't live up to her destiny? What was she then? Nothing, absolutely nothing. She remembered the reasons why she had become a magical girl in the first place, her desire to heal her lover and to take up the mantle of her mentor. Her goal in life was to become a true hero of justice, and she would uphold that title as well as she could, even in a place like this. After all, what would Mami have done? She would have fought this evil invader until her final breath, even if it was an unwinnable battle. Sayaka's grip on her sword tightened once more as she had came upon new found vigor. Yes, she would uphold her ideals in this decaying place, in the memory of her brave mentor. "When both miracles and magic exist, nothing can scare me anymore!" she thought to herself. She took her sword in one hand and pointed it towards Esidisi in a confident manner, hoping to show him that she meant business. "Two beings, similar to you, huh? Hm...I might have seen them, but I don't know if I feel like telling that information right now. How about this: I'll tell you where we are and where your friends went...If you can beat me in a duel, that is." Sayaka kept a firm gaze on the pillarman, preparing herself for whatever could possibly happen next. But no matter what, she would never lose hope, never forget her reasons for fighting, and never stop believing in herself. That was the kind of person she was, after all. A stubborn soul, and idealistic to the core, perhaps foolishly so. But could you blame her? In order to keep fighting as one of the cursed magical girls, one had to believe in something, anything, or fall to the cruel ways of fate. Such is the life of a magical girl : blindingly bright, yet short and filled with despair. Like a candle left in a dark, hopeless world.
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Post by Residisi on Jun 23, 2015 4:55:34 GMT -5
"Oh!" Esidisi said as he suddenly looked a bit more interested in Sayaka, resting his chin on the palm of his hand. "That was quite a nice choice of words. However, when someone looks at me like that...." Esidisi suddenly stared at the magical girl for a few seconds, a glare so intense and disturbing that it would have caused anyone to start sweating bullets.
"...They're asking to die." He said as he slowly stepped forward towards Sayaka, until he was only a few centimeters away from her and her sword. "Get out of the way! A human's life is short anyways, and I don't see any point in fighting such a lesser being. I'll repeat it once more: Get out of the way if you don't want to lose half of your body!" He growled while pointing at the girl with his finger, a menacing tone in his voice.
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Post by hellohello on Jun 23, 2015 13:31:34 GMT -5
They were powerful strikes, to say the least. They felt like the punches of a man who was an expert at fighting. Someone who trained daily, ate nails, that kinda thing. He respected this man's conviction, and was glad he had the chance to fight him. After hitting him, Dudley would hear a low noise, like the sound of air being let out of a balloon, except muffled. Steam came out of the holes in Gamagori's ball gag, and then he inflated. It was pretty weird to look at, honestly. Suddenly Gamagori was a lot more spherical. "Punish me, sir! Punish me harder!"
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Post by Frozen on Jun 23, 2015 13:41:10 GMT -5
Alright, this was becoming less of a fight, and more of... something else. Dudley retracts at the interesting comment, and looks at Ira as if he were crazy. And, he very well may be. "My word, sir! If I were aware that you may be using me for some of your sick kicks, I would have walked away from this fight! This is not even a fight anymore..."
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Post by hellohello on Jun 23, 2015 16:59:51 GMT -5
"Hm. So I see you are more foolish than I took you for." Several strands of cloth unwound themselves from Gamagori's body and hovered in the air, for a moment. Then, they started to whip themselves against Gamagori, almost too fast for the eye to track. "Even if no one disciplines me, I discipline myself! I discipline and discipline until I reach a climax! This is my Higi Jijo-Jibaku!" As Gamagori gave his almost unnecessary monologue (as it was quite clear what he was doing), he grew larger and larger, until he was almost perfectly spherical. Finally, there was a another burst of light, red this time. Dudley would see all of the mummy-like clothes unwind themselves almost instantly, all of them gathering behind a new form. "THREE-STAR GOKU UNIFORM:SCOURGE REGALIAAAA!"
Gamagori raised a metal fist into the air as an almost infinite seeming mass of now whip-like cloths stretched out and started to whip at Dudley, going nearly faster than the normal untrained eye could see. ______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Gotta break the fourth wall here for a sec, here's a full shot: The Scourge Regalia is definitely my favorite of Gamagori's transformations.
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Post by cloudagesymphony on Jun 23, 2015 17:04:38 GMT -5
Shockingly enough something ranked lower to Graham outside of sanity. And that had to be his self-preservation. Already he could tell his foes were night insurmountable: just by the way the schoolgirl and the dandy boxer appeared his body desired to run. Perhaps that must be why his left foot took a step back. But there was no illusion whatsoever about any attempts to flee. He would stand his ground. To him, this was alot like punching down a brick wall with your bare fists: sure his hands would be nothing more than bloody stumps by the end of it, but he would recklessly fight until the end. He was only mildly impressed by her entrance, though his eys focused less upon her features and more on her 3 Dimensional Maneuver Gear.
"What's this? You want to know my name~? That means you want to trade, correct?" He shrugged simply, refusing to give his name even after others introduced themselves. Quite rude his behavior was, but his eyes were fixed to the blonde all the way. "They say words can be as good as gold. So care to give me a bullion if I give you mine, Annie?" So freely did the mechanic refer to her as such, making light of the situation even after the Bondage mummy and the dandy boxer traded blows. He was correct in guessing that the others were not as they seem. Even the blonde felt almost...abnormal to his senses. His mind told him to run. His body implied he would fight.
This was a no brainer, wasn't it?
He drew a length of chain from his sleeve, seemingly out of nowhere. Confident as to show it without much concealment, Graham wound the ring at the base to the chain. "Not that my words are worth anything, unless you're a...quantity over quality kind of gal. Not that it's the other way or around. Everyone tells me I talk alot. Does that mean I should be rich since my words are good as gold?! DAMNIT! WHY DIDN'T WE JUST STICK TO THE GOLD STANDARD! AGGHHHH!" He calmly wound the chain onto the wrench, stamping his foot as a part of his nonsensical tirade of lunacy.
"But enough about the price of one's words...let's talk something more...tragic. Something sad..." Whump. Whump. Whump. The young man casually spun the chain held close to the wrench, causing the hunk of steel to rotate slowly, spinning just beside him as it picked up speed. "Something sad enough it'll make you cry! Such a...tragic, TRAAAAAAAAGIC story!" His tone changed to that of mourning even after the chain attached to the wrench continued to whirl faster and faster. Dust began to billow away from the ground as he so calmly spun the chain-attached wrench.
"It's the story about redemption, a girl and a wrench! Eye on the wrench...or your face!" Graham gleefully informed her as he threw the chain wrench towards her, hurtling towards Annie with unnatural speed. He had strength that belied his seemingly ordinary appearance. Holding carefully onto the chain, he slung the wrench with the chain towards her with deadly intent.
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Post by Frozen on Jun 23, 2015 17:13:15 GMT -5
Whips crack at Dudley, and he raises his arms in an attempt to avoid damage to his face and chest. Yet, as the whipping continued, he still receives damage to his limbs trying to protect his head and torso. The whipping is so intense as to push him back a few feet.
Then this is his tool of battle... Dudley contemplates. He is a literal glutton for punishment, and that fueled his attack! So it is a battle of endurance!
Dudley trudges forward, still receiving a beating from the whips attacking, yet he moves unerringly. "When I had accepted your invitation of battle... Rrgh... I had hoped you would resort to using your fists, rather than clothing!"
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Post by hellohello on Jun 23, 2015 17:16:12 GMT -5
"Fine by me." Gamagori took a couple steps forward, raised his hand into the air, and punched Dudley with enough force to knock him through a wall. Or at the very least, send him flying.
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Post by Frozen on Jun 23, 2015 17:29:45 GMT -5
Dudley gets smashed into an empty office building nearby. The walls crumble before his flight path, and lands in some rubble inside. Taken by surprise with the sudden strike, he had expected the man to continue his previous assault. He rubs his head with his boxing glove, and rises from the rubble.
"Very well, Mr. Ira... Let us 'get the show on the road', shall we?" He stands up, and walks out of the remnants of the crumbling tombstone of civilized society in the immediate vicinity, and holds a ready position, before dashing towards Ira, aiming another blow to the gut, albeit more directly than last time.
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