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Subject Post 1Subject: The Hostile Takevoer [QATAR] Thu Dec 18, 2014 7:55 am
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The sound of thunder crackled through the sky as the clouds let loose the torrential rain. Following the crackle, the city went quiet and the rain slowly enveloped the skies of the Maldives. Below, on the wet earthly sand laid a broad tanned man who seemed un-phased by the rain while the humans around him took cover. He laid there, his chest exposed to the rain while his hair slowly soaked up the rain. To his right, laid his grey silk shirt and navy gloves but he took no note of them as he opened his eyes and glanced around for women. The rain was rather comforting considering his night of hot amorous activity; this man wasn’t like the others that were taking shelter around him. He was dead.
Contrary to common belief, there isn’t a heaven or hell as preached by many religions but there are locations that closely resemble the stereotypes. Heaven is represented by the Soul Society, a place where souls are sent after death through interaction with Soul Reapers. The individuals sent there don’t suffer from hunger unless they possess an innate ability that many lack, the ability to utilize spiritual energy. Hell is represented by the stereotypical gates of hell, only those who have performed atrocities such as murder are sent to hell to face eternal punishment. This dead man however was fortunate enough to be sent to the so called Heaven where he learned the abilities he now possessed. The Soul Society have a specialist group called the Gotei 13 which employs all Soul Reapers and houses them throughout their time there, but the Soul Reapers have to remain lawful and true to their purpose, something that this man couldn’t quite do. He revolted and escaped from the Soul Society as an independent individual on the brink of death…
Over the years, this man developed his fighting techniques and his arsenal of powers to become a revered individual, his power was on par with a lot of his predecessors but his arrogant and aggression was off the scale. He biggest influence on his advancement was the presence of his brother and the desire to surpass him however with the mans recent departure, he had no clear aim or goal. His general electrifying personality and killer instincts have kept him alive thus far… He’s the Black Ops Commander….
S T I N G C H I K A R A
He awoke from his slumber and stood to his feet, with his right hand he took hold of his shirt and casually slipped it on prior to stuffing his gloves into his pockets and snapping his fingers. He felt the blood rush to his head as he stood but he shook it off. The click sounded and the gravity around him was momentarily distorted as a black void of the Gargantua formed before him. His stomach rumbled as he smelt the thick scents of nearby restaurants. To his displease, the Black Ops Commander had a mission to attend to, a Mission that he was assigned to months ago. “Two days left to claim it” the soothing voice of his newly appointed assistant echoed through his earpiece as he marched through the gargantuan. Destination: Qatar.
Following a several minute walk, Sting approached the other side of the gargantua, he came to a stop as his exit ripped into the Qatar skyline to provide him with the perfect view of the scenery. He wasn’t a sentimental individual but he liked to compare the before and after instances of cities to determine his effectiveness. He stepped out and gravity almost instantly acted on his body as he descended toward the ground. Over the past 400 years, not a lot had changed in Qatar apart from the buildings improving and the technology advancing, the Burj Qatar was directly beneath Stings trajectory, the building had been improved as glass panels encased the whole establishment. Its size was doubled so it didn’t come as a surprise that when Sting landed on the peak atop the Burj Qatar that the seismic vibrational wave generated shattered the building beneath him.
It was early morning in Qatar and the sun on Stings neck felt around thirty degrees Celsius. His keen eyes darted around as waves of spiritual energy exploded out from his being in attempts to attract some attention. Beneath him, people screamed, others took cover from the descending shards while several people laid in their own blood after having been hit by the buildings large glass panels…
T H I S | W A S | A | H O S T I L E | T A K E O V E R .
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Subject Post 2Subject: Re: The Hostile Takevoer [QATAR] Thu Dec 18, 2014 11:34 am
“...Hurting people.. Destroying land..” . . . A voice could be heard saying these things as the ground seemed to crack a deep rumbling sound expanding over the city, as buildings seemed to have become deadly quiet.. eerie almost, a metallic sound akin to thunderclaps cascading through the area, while a figure garbed in almost entirely a black armor had been walking forward his body shifting , the ground shattering as he heard the static, saying all the civilians had been already evacuated..in the nearest sector of Quatar. However the heavy man would have clenched his gauntleted hands, a tremor escaping through it before he had kicked off, the ground cratering from so much mass being forced off its surface, the heavy armor clad figure had smashed through the air a gauntleted fist launching forward. His speed would be intense for his weight. his fist would have missed the opponent, crashing into the ground below causing for something akin to a city block to crash, and vaporize, before the shockwave that rang out would blast the clouds away breaking near-by windows, and causing buildings structures to hairline fracture or possibly collapse.
The dust would clear, the billowing dust being akin to that of a small mushroom cloud as the figure began to straighten up with a sound of clanging and banging metal becoming straight one again his head having tilted to the side as he came up his hand bringing up a huge chunk of the ground, throwing it forward like a homing missile, at speeds which would cause it to be set ablaze turning the asphault surface into molten droplets which would splatter behind it like the tail of a comet. This missile would be aimed directly for the likes of sting chikara’s gut and if it hit, the force would be nothing to sniff at. As he would have straightened back out, his teeth gritting, as he had on the way here been notified.. of a terrorist organization, well more of a briefing to catch him up on the worldly affairs. Names, and places, people who should be apprehended or killed if possible. ..And in those images he saw many petty crooks, but only one organization stuck in his mind. The Monsuta, the faces of the operatives.. in it, and as he looked up.. he would have said his voice rippling with hate.. vile hate which was a show of his less beloved abominable behavior. His armor would begin shattering as he Roared, practically spitting fire from his mouth.
“MON.. SU.. TAAAAAA”
His single word would echo thunderously through the town, as he would have felt his veins bulge, his skin.. it was like fire.. he wanted to release, he wanted to destroy this one, he wanted to give in and tear the body of this lone man to shreds.. he.. knew the face from the images.. but he also .. had a duty, which was to make sure the Innocent bystanders had all been Evacuated, which was why he would have instead of emitting raw energy, made up for it in the monsterous bloodlust that came from a being which underneath his gentlemanly attire had the unkept depths of savagery which came from his past. He would have felt his mind quivering, the thoughts of rage at what such an organization had done.. from the reports he had heard and was able to glean from talking to some of the operatives he had with him on the way here. He was trying.. trying so hard.. not to lose it. But he couldn’t.. really ..help it.
..He Snapped. Blackheart snapped as he let out a dry chuckle, his body shaking before he would have said in a slow, deadly flat and sinister tone. “... I don’t know what your goal is, and i don’t care. Those who cause trouble.. and kill those who haven’t even deserved it..Deserve to be crushed, Come here you worthless pup” He finished his thoughts with an uncharacteristic snide remark.. a bit of trash talk. Before he would have shifted his hands shifting as he would have felt it.. the burning rage.. and he checked quickly.. the radius that had been evacuated.. it was enough. Which was why he would have as his armor seemed to have cracks cascading against its length.
From there his armor would begin to crack further, he didn’t take it off no instead in a burst of energy, he broke it.
Needless to say, it would sound like an atomic bomb going off, the shrapnel would combust upon its expulsion , his eyes would be burning red in the endless sea of demonic miasma as he had let energy boil up, he would have jerked forward his body moving as the images, the emotions they all came rushing back like a freight train. His Adrenaline rushing as his whole body seemed to harden, an armor forming as he had jumped forth blasting through the smoke his fist coming forward as he had jerked it upwards his fist jerking forward, his body moving like a mirage. His voice wouldn’t come instead in that moment he had closed the gap coming within punching distance. His muscles twitching as from there his movements would seem to not quite match up with his body.
Given that in the next moment the air would explode outwards as in a blink of an eye, the males fists would have become a non stop blitz, his elbow’s hands, fists , feet, every surface plane would have smashed into the male known as Sting, with Ample force that this would be able to cause for the air to rupture wind kicking back while he would have finished by bringing his foot around and down. the heel either hitting the opponent, or hitting air, as his defense was ample enough that while he was attacking with such wild abandon he’d be able to defend against a majority of supernatural attacks to a certain degree.
Blackheart would have then landed on the ground afterwards with a thud steam shimmering from his body while aura in its rawest state or his energy condensed into the surface of his skin seemed to boil befitting his rageful mood, he would have then shifted his stance, exhaling slowly as he seemed to prepare for the next move of his , his eyes shifting back to see how long it would take for the entirety of the place to be evacuated.
Subject Post 4Subject: Re: The Hostile Takevoer [QATAR] Sun Dec 21, 2014 1:30 am
Steam bellowed from beneath a closed door, the sound of water against flesh filled the room while a low volumed TV played in the background. The place was a small one bedroom hotel that was occupied for the last week or so, clothes tossed around everywhere. Takeout dishes could be found through the building as well as a few bottles of high proof alcohol. The screech from the hot knob bellowed as the water died down to a slow drip from the faucet. Sliding the glass door, the female stepped out of the shower, sliding her hands through her hair as she did so. Ringing out her hair with one hand and grabbing a towel with the other she began to dry herself and walked into the bedroom humming as she continued getting dressed.
A loud crash and vibrations could be heard, however it seemed to not phase the girl. She carried on with what she was doing, making sure she was 100% dry before she continued on to lather lotion on her legs and arms. Soon after the loud crash came another, but this resulted in an explosion soon after. Though, she still not phased by what was going on.
In the background the TV could be heard on an American station that covered world news, "Breaking News. This just in the Burj Qatar has been targeted as a terrorist attack from a spiritual entity. The Police have evacuated the area as the city is taken siege. So far there has been a total of three entities show up in the area, why these attacks have been made has not been confirmed by officials yet. We will keep updating the story as it goes on." The words were listened to by the woman as she slipped her clothes. After she was clothed she'd bring her hands up as reishi would gather around them and turn to a golden hue before solidifying. Removing the towel from her head, she proceeded toward the door throwing the towel on the counter as she did so.
The towel landed on the counter, blowing a folder open letting a couple of pieces of paper fall to the ground below. One to be labeled as a hit order, the other holding a picture of a blonde-haired man that was part of an organization by the name of the Monsuta. He was their black-ops commander and some how or another information was leaked from their organization to her contact's source. She wasn't sure exactly who these people were, but she could recall the name Monsuta from the war in Australia.
Exiting the building the gold-haired beauty stopped and winced looking up to the sky that turned from blue to black in near seconds. She rolled her eyes in the cliche that was above her and began to walk toward her destination. Exactly three miles away from the Burj Qatar, directly in front of it was a building that shot into the sky for about 80 floors. As she approached the building she looked down the road to see the three down the road. She sighed and walked into the building that had just recently been vacated. She'd have a long walk up the stairs as the elevators were down due to power losses.
Slowly, but surely she'd make her way to the roof of the building, attempting to keep herself hidden in terms of spiritual pressure. As she traveled up the building, helicopters could be heard making there way to the scene. They were most likely news reporters that didn't know what they were dealing with. To Misa Harribel, they would only be a nuisance and something that would blow her cover. However, it would have to be something she would work around.
Reaching the top of the building she pushed the door open, it screeching as it did so. The clatter of her shoes on the ground echoed slightly in the vicinity around her. She approached the edge of the building assessing the area before her. Getting ready to take her first available shot at her target: Sting Chikara Black Ops Commander of the Monsuta...
Subject Post 5Subject: Re: The Hostile Takevoer [QATAR] Mon Dec 22, 2014 7:47 am
Of all those here his arrival and being was for reasons most natural. Where there was a Gathering of Power....Romulus Bison would be. Truthfully stated his objective, as assigned was to ensure the safe evacuation of the human population that resided here and to ensure that they were not engulfed in what could only be described as a great and insurmountable gathering. STILL, it had to be known by those that assigned him that to task such a being as Romulus with an objective of this nature was tempting a destructive force of nature outright. Still, duty called, and he was proficient. Where a building may have fallen and narrowly missed a group of stragglers? It was him. Where shockwaves split the ground and nearly claimed the lives of several into the bowels of the cities infrastructure? It was him. Randomly, and quickly, all over the city he'd have been actively participating in damage control until the majority of the population fleeted in a general direction now being over-watched in plain sight by the towering 9' tall Captain of the 7th squad. His presence to these people would be one of mixed emotion, oddly inciting as much FEAR as he did Calm. From the downright imposing frame of his to those intense eyes which sought to burn straight to the core of one foolish enough to lock gaze with them. To the way the over-coat billowed in the dust laden winds caused by the forces at play in the distance. Still, they followed and moved on under his protection, with only a child stopping just shy of a meter. Innocence incarnate, staring up into the eyes of Romulus, bravely inquiring as children often do, in her native tongue, the translation of which he grasped firmly as he was fluent. "Are you our protector? She'd have inquired.
He adverted his gaze from the presences his senses where so diligently tracking to look down on the child and bestow upon her blatant blunt honesty. "For now........when you all leave, I may very well be a participant...now run along." And she did just that, allowing him to return his gaze back off into the distance before his body faded from both a tangible state and it's previous location, again randomly appearing in places throughout the city, facilitating and aiding in speeding up it's evacuation.
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Subject Post 6Subject: Re: The Hostile Takevoer [QATAR] Thu Dec 25, 2014 7:08 am
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Sting hissed, almost like a potent snake as he crashed down on the Burj Qatar, his eyes stuck on the mighty new arrival. His reinforced body looking rather demonic, something his presence was short of … From what Sting first observed, this individual came across as some form of phony knight, and his black deceptive armor clad body released a coy aura of frailty. The impact his manifestation had on the environs showed the true magnitude of the man’s weight. Entirety of his presence brought across a sad, pathetic image of defencelessness but even if Sting commented, he under no circumstances underestimated any of his adversaries and he wasn’t about to start now. Electricity crackled around his body, to all with a limited comprehension of electric contraptions, it would appear to be an electric surge from the Burj Qatar; however it was rather the opposite.
The instant that Sting touched down atop the building, he exploited his electric control to discharge an electric current through steel and into the Burj Qatars electric circuits. The building in question was a rather influential monument for the Arabs that resided here as it showed what their ancestors had accomplished over four hundred years ago. With the building being amid the oldest in the skyline it only meant that even though technology had advanced the building was still linked to the national electric grid. As his heavy orange electricity surged through the circuits at the Burj Qatar, it came to a halt while Sting subconsciously mapped all of the electrical structures in the building and began to drain each and every bit of current that passed through them. In the meantime, a fraction of his own electricity receded through the national grid and embedded itself into all electricity generated by the nuclear plants. This was all done in order to receive access to all electric appliances of the city. This manoeuvre not only sucked the electricity from the electric grid which was now ascending all up into the orange haired Commander of the Monsuta but also converted Qatar into his battlefield...
The skyline shook as the electricity surged through his body, his eyes glazed in an orange hue while the electricity coasted through his body stimulating his nervous system. As the energy rushed through his solid broad body, it sped up the neural synapses and prompted them to work at a much faster rate, one that can’t physically be reached by normal individuals. It pushed not only his reactions and speed to the limit but also maximised the physical capabilities of his body allowing for tremendous raw power. The deadly blood lust made its way through his veins while the area around him seemingly slowed, his eyes moved in the thick constraints of his skull as they took note of the new demonic arrival. The girl resonated what seemed to be ominous energy, her power darkened warm shine of the skies and her energy tarnished the local landscape as it laid almost a thick coat over Qatar. Sting took prompt note of her in his peripherals while a large piece of rubble made its way toward him…
The atmosphere roared in response to Stings presence alone, as the large block of rubble charged toward him lighting discharged from his armor in order to completely decompose the feeble attempt to injure him. As the first threat passed the big oath neared, Sting smirked as he set his eyes upon the man, his movement being slow and sluggish, pathetic. In this heightened state Sting could see almost every step of the man’s approach, his mind and body worked at such state where they took note of the slightest movement of the body in order to predict a potential method of attack. He relaxed for a brief moment and then, in an instant his opponent was upon him. His flurry of strikes came at a pace that would be staggering for most but basic for Stings heightened state.
The pest uttered some shit about Stings goals but it failed to register. Prior to the man’s approach his armour had shattered; you’d think that releasing such a heavy load would make him faster but even though his body moved faster both Stings mind and body worked as a unit when he unleashed his ECA so an advantage that he had over his opponent was that he was both physically and mentally faster which without a doubt pared his opponents physical increase in speed. In the man’s eyes, Sting took note of something he often saw in others, hatred. The man’s eyes lit up in crimson as he attacked, it didn’t take a genius to figure out the man’s immense passion for protecting others, it was foolish in Stings opinion…
Sting braced himself, his body continuously charging and stocking up on electrical power while his opponent exploded into a series of rapid combinations, the winds danced around the duo as the demon attacked with every possible method. Elbows, fists feet, knees everything coming toward him with a split seconds gap; little to his opponents knowledge Sting reacted at a rapid pace, moving his palms to meet the strikes with no more than the force used by his opponent, effectively negating every attack by counteracting the forward and backward pressure. As he met each attack with the palm of his hand he allowed his electricity to branch off and coil around the mans arms, elbows, knees and legs; the coiling of the electricity would be subtle, not something that would be noticed by someone attacking at the pace that this Demon was. While on the Demon, the electricity that had branched over would remain dormant until Sting required. To the armor free demon, it would feel as if his attacks were successfully connecting giving him no reason to stop. Sting waited patiently, his palms moving swiftly through the air, being coated in electricity minimized air resistance allowing him to move at staggering speed while edging parts of his body back in order to create a false pretence of successful strikes.
Suddenly, for a brief moment his opponent was open, he commenced what appeared to be a final manoeuvre by bringing his heel down on Stings head, as the heel descended, electricity from Stings armour amplified and activated the coiled electricity, in that instant it would be blatant to all watching what was happening. Sting manipulated his control over electricity in order to create what would act as restraining arms by coiling thin layers of electricity around his opponent throughout the duration of his onslaught; these coils of electricity were branched straight from Stings armor so the moment he found the ample opportunity, he released a heavy surge of his reserve electricity in order to thicken the layers and drag the opponent parallel to his body.
The current passing through the coils released excess heat at around fifty thousand Fahrenheit, decomposing anything that it came in contact with, this would make it excruciatingly painful for the demon to try to break out of the coils by force, it was a hard feet considering the reserves of electricity that were channelled through it but if he was caught he had the potential to break out one way or another. Upon a brief alignment, after the success of the entanglement Sting only needed a split second to end his opponent miserable endeavour at stopping him. Throughout the course of his opponents attack, he had been charging energy for this one specific moment and so if the opponent was now before him, he’d released a solid condensed beam from the centre of his chest aimed directly at the centre of his opponents.
The electrical power that would surge through the man’s body upon contact would be close to ten billion volts with around two billion amperes of current. The closest thing that his attack could be compared to would be being struck by lightning ten times over; the electrical attack also possessed one great commodity, its speed. At point blank range his opponent had no chance in hell of avoiding the attack, especially if entangled by Stings electric coils. The attack would rip through the centre of his body, the electrical current spreading across his being both boiling and devouring his blood and his organs, if this creature had some form of a heart it would be the first to fall to the potency of this attack.
The heat generated from this attack alone was enough to heat the surrounding area of around a hundred meters up to around hundred thousand Fahrenheit, the only thing keeping Sting from feeling the intense surrounding temperatures being his electric armor. The new presence of warm, expelled air would make the skies above grown as the rapid instability in the surrounding air began forging a thunderstorm. Upon contact with the opponent, the electrical beam would pierce through to the other side of the feeble creature and Qatar would be his final resting place… it mattered not that this opponent’s fate was sealed as another eager spiritual presence neared the fray.
~A cumulonimbus cloud loomed over the battlefield~
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Subject Post 7Subject: Re: The Hostile Takevoer [QATAR] Sun Dec 28, 2014 10:34 am
«CHECKING THIS THREAD RIGHT NOW»
(I am splitting off the reserves in this post and I am assuming that Bison's character was held back by Monsuta operatives. As in, at some point during the evacuation, his character was ambushed by Monsuta Soliders and they forced him into a critically injured state; causing him to fallback into the Soul Society to recover. This is because he is banned and we are clearing up the timeline.)
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Subject Post 8Subject: Re: The Hostile Takevoer [QATAR] Mon Dec 29, 2014 6:59 am
Shizuo-chan, you'll be given another 24 hours before posting since you are to be skipped since Ulqui said your time's out, but i don't wanna feel rude about this kind of shit. So yeah, you'll be given another 24 hours before skipping you out, just to make sure you're good to go.[/b]
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Subject Post 9Subject: Re: The Hostile Takevoer [QATAR] Tue Dec 30, 2014 3:03 pm
”..EUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH” Blackheart would have said as he got struck with lightning, twitching a few times for theatrical effect as what happened was simply? He had instead activated his own Internal Ki in its healing mode, causing for the lightning bolt as it arced through his body to look like he was lit up like a lightning bolt. His body frying internally before he would have twitched spastically, energy ricocheting off his body like a bloody christmas tree after it fell in water and all the lights had been broken. In short? It was a spastic display of electricity which was expanding everywhere.
Oh it hurt, he made sure to scream as he was being electricuted for theatrical effect of course, as the hole opened up, his body then would have boiled over, spasming like a rag doll, before his back would arch and he would have slowly have been seen straightening, his eyes void of rage again, instead? He would have said slowly with a grin which was forming on his face.. as his fist jerked out catching the male in his electro armor, as around him, his own condensed demon energy and demonic barrier would have acted like a catalyst as he had been injured but he had healed it just as fast using the internal demonic Ki.
Anyways as his fist would have caught the male in the chest as speeds which would be impossible to dodge since it was happening as he was being electrocuted. His fist jerking into stings body with the force needed to form a literal crater the size of a meteor. The shockwave being enough to blast the electricity clear off the body, due to the reaction of electricity and the vibration of atoms negating each other, essentially meaning the shockwave which failed to be produced, had been absorbed in the process of negating the flux of lightning arcing in every direction.
The likes of blackheart then would have shaken his hand some, staring back as before the others eyes , his injuries seemed to fade to slight burns, seeing as he had healed the injuries as they had been occuring. From there of course, the likes of blackheart would have clenched his hand which was smoking from punching the electro-bum. Given his body still interacted with the lightning which was residual. allowing for the energy to build up then. Blackheart would have then chuckled slowly his body jerking downwards as he had vanished and appeared suddenly after the individuals form, if they had been sent flying by the punch which could create meteor craters.
After that blackheart had brought his foot jerking into the males body his eyes narrowing as he would have said in a clear voice sometime rather interesting. ”..First Comes Rock” As he said such his foot would have hissed the energy increasing becoming much larger before he would have almost chuckled in a manner which would have been .. scary to say the least. the male having been doing so building up energy, stamina.. doing something crazy.. and more then alittle bit restless. Next he would have said.. something about.. paper.. and then repeated.. rock, as energy would expand from his foot with enough potency to match a minature nuclear war-head, its objective being to smash directly into the body of Sting if it hit. if not it would fire off causing a huge minature sun to form in the sky before it would flicker out a second later.