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Subject Post 1PostSubject: Tales of Djibouti: Robooty in Africa   Thu Aug 03, 2017 9:15 pm






Moroi was irritated. Adam and his little band of gangly misfits were not supposed to move on Vastime this quickly. Moroi did not know if Adam knew more of the plan than Moroi was led to believe he did or if Adam was simply just remarkably impulsive and landed to fall right in line with that man's designs through sheer coincidence, but regardless this incursion with Vastime is way ahead of schedule. If this haphazard incursion got them all killed then all of the plotting would have been entirely for naught. Even still, Moroi was tasked with making the most out of a bad situation. Their trip to Vastime was going to be for a very specific purpose and Moroi was determined to accomplish that purpose all the same and, thankfully, Adam and his band of terrorists should be causing enough chaos all on their own.

Vastime had been on That Man's radar for quite some time and using Adam to "attack" them had always been something on his docket. Moroi did not know the full breadth of the plan, though he could speculate, but That Man had Moroi study Vastime somewhat in depth. Moroi was as much an expert on the nation as you could possibly be without actually being a ranking officer. As such, he knew the best way to hit them was to interrupt communication. Vastime was renowned less for its individual fighters and more for their capacity to work together and for the military might of the nations rank and file soldiers. The best way to turn an army in to an aimless band was to interrupt their communications.

The bigger hitters among the Vastime should be drawn elsewhere, Adam's allies could rival Moroi in terms of shear scope of energy and that in and of itself should be a big enough deterrent to pull them away from the area. Moroi was not interested in attempting to topple all of Vastime in Djibouti, he'd leave that aspiration to Adam or at the very least save that for later. He'd accomplish That Man's objective first, then he'd worry about the Monsuta's objective.

Intializing system diagnostic…
Checking HCII……….Ready
Checking ME………..Ready
Checking WOLF..….Ready
Checking CEM……...Ready
Checking LH………...Ready
Checking BES.……..Ready
Checking Utility Modules…………………………..Ready
System Diagnostic Complete

Booting Mission Parameters…


Objectives:
1.) Priority--->Render facility inoperable.
2.) Priority--->Secure Data Package

3.) Maintain cover as Monsuta incursion.


Moroi watched the information scroll down his HUD as he sat, snug and comfortable, inside the Sankishin Susano’o as the suit hurtled through the air. He had done snatch and grabs like this before. In the chaos the others were causing and the damage that was undoubtedly occurring all over the territory, it was not especially likely that the bulk of Vastime's forces would be able to react to him nor should they even notice just one communication depot going dark. Besides...on top of that they were humans. While in the world of Spirits and Monsters, Moroi would most closely resemble human, but on the same spectrum an ape would most closely resemble a human as well. Moroi’s people inherently process information ten times quicker than other generic members of any known species. The capacity the boy’s brain possessed very completely outstripped almost everything in the known world and it was a point of pride to the boy, almost to the point where he genuinely considered himself, and his people, to be an advanced evolution of humanity, comparing himself and his family to the rest of the humans as they would compare themselves to the apes.

His HUD flashed as a beep radiated through his helmet. He was approaching his target. It was not a large facility, one of the smaller ones in the area, but it had a direct uplink to the main Djibouti communication relay which, in turn, had a direct uplink throughout all of Vastime. Once he was inside that network it would be a simple matter to completely destabilize the entire communication network of the Vastime in Djibouti and use that as a smokescreen for what he was really after. The facility had come in to view and Moroi, locking on to one of the Human Soldier's reishi signatures, acquired his target and gently shifted his position in the air, mapping out the perfect trajectory to make his grand entrance, his hand reaching behind him to grab hold of Ookami, it had begun.

The Soldier did not stand a chance. What was serene quiet one moment was suddenly the exact opposite as a ton of steel and metal crashed through the roof of the building, straight down, gigantic sword first, debris second, on top of the soldier’s head. The crash from the crater forming impact could undoubtedly be heard across the installation, booming like thunder as a cloud of dust and red mist quickly flooded the compound, casting the Soldiers present in the building into a panic. Soldiers all around came out of the woodwork, leveling their energy weapons on to Moroi as they scrambled to react to him. Eight weapons leveled and as soon as they did, eight streams of energy blasted through the windows as Moroi's funnels circled, eight holes forming in the assailants heads as they were gunned down through the walls and the windows. The others started to react, drawing swords, guns, and pointing them all at Moroi, it didn’t matter. Moroi was too heavy for stealth, every step he took was followed by a resounding crash of metal on concrete and he had no help of ever achieving his objective with subterfuge, at least not the sneaky kind, but he was more than able to capitalize on the fear of the feeble minded and instead of trying to be quiet, Moroi decided to be as loud as possible, crashing in to everything as he moved and filling their world with the noise of the death that was coming to them as blasts of Reishi filled the area and the humans scrambled in a frantic effort to get their bearings and level an attack back on Moroi as his funnels picked people off through the very walls...and one of them did. The second one of them managed to track Moroi down and reach him through the hail of fire punching through the building and leaping at him with massive battle axe in hands and...he was immediately run through with Ookami, the gigantic sword leaving a giant chasm in his chest before the Wareyasui kicked him off the blade. Immediately, two of his friends pounced toward his location, Vastime seemingly having some Shinigami in their ranks, angrily swinging their Zanpakutō at the metal man. Moroi stabbed Ookami into the ground in front of the man's swing,the first Shinigami’s attack being tantamount to a child angrily smacking a wiffleball bat off a flag post.

Simultaneously, Moroi’s right arm swung out, catching inside the other Shinigami’s swinging arm and the sheer impact from the heavy metal audibly crushed the bone. The man’s cries of pain flushed through the air before being quickly silenced by the second hammer fist collided with his temple, killing him instantly. As his partner tried to recover from being blocked solely by a planted sword, his follow up strike was caught in Moroi’s hand, the metal monster holding the weaker Shinigami's Zanpakutō as if it were a stick before wrenching it free from his hands and closing his free hand around his neck and pinning him up against a wall, choking the life from him.

It was then that the last soldier in the building, the sole Quincy assigned there, desperate for an opening and as the dust settled, he thought he saw it. The final hybrid leveled his hand at the back of Moroi’s head, parallel to his raised victim, and fired his Heilig Pfil...before being surprised at Moroi immediately moving his head to the side. The blast of Reishi went right past his opponent and crashed directly into his friend’s head. Leaving nothing but half of a building and his friend’s now headless body in its wake. Moroi released what remained of the Shinigami and slowly, ominously turned around toward the now, very much so, panicking Quincy as he desperately leveled a second arrow. Moroi raised his right hand, his brain mapping his opponent’s trajectory exactly, and as the blast left him, it crashed in to Moroi’s hand and immediately disappeared, but not as it were blocked...as if it were absorbed straight in to the suit. The metal man walked, nonchalantly, straight through the barrage of arrows, closing the distance between him and his assailant in a matter of seconds before his hand closed around the Quincy's, a sickening crunch echoing through the area as Moroi crushed every bone in his hand. The boy silently contemplating the sickening creature below him, pleading for its life.

“I surrender! I surrender! Don’t kill me please...please just...just don’t kill me…”

Objectives:
1.) Priority--->Render facility inoperable.
2.) Priority--->Secure Data Package

3.) Maintain cover as Monsuta incursion.

"Mercy...is not a mission parameter."

With that, Moroi placed one of the Sankishin’s hands over top the quivering, crying, pleading Quincy's face and slowly gathered Chi to the palm of the suit, the expunger module funneling the Chi in place as the creature’s eyes slowly died away as fear and panic took them, making him look more and more human with each passing second. A gut wrench of revulsion shook through Moroi as a beam of energy fired from Moroi’s hand and blew straight through the Quincy's head and neck, incinerating him on the spot. As Moroi dropped the body to the ground and walked back toward Ookami, his eyes scanned the area for any potential survivors and on the outset her saw none. It seemed he was correct and most of the heavy hitters had been drawn to the Monsuta's actions Fortunately, or unfortunately given how surprisingly bloodthirsty Moroi was finding himself on this fine day, he still had a job to do while they did theirs. Moroi wrapped the hand of the Sankishin around Ookami's handle and hefted the massive weapon from the ground as the funnels tore through the windows and attached onto the back of the massive metal behemoth as he sheathed his massive sword. Moroi turned, not a spec of dust on his silvery white veneer, as he turned away from the scene of utter carnage behind him and walked through the facility.

Finding the communications room was not especially difficult, Vastime was a regimented country with a focus on discipline...it did not afford them a lot of creativity when it came to architecture. There were two officers in the room, both relieved of their lives with two quick heavy snaps of his wrists, caving open their faces and splattering the walls opposite him in their blood. Moroi, stepped in to the now vacant spot between them Moroi brought the Sankishin's wrist up to his face and popped a small drive out of the compartment and plugged it in to the slot. His program should act quickly as it would rifle through the necessary information that it could find and then once the target had been acquired, it would proceed to cripple the communication network in Djibouti with a virus. He supposed he was lucky he wasn't dealing with the Yuudeshi, he doubted even he could write a the appropriate programs and viruses to take them on directly, at least not without considerably more research. The direct link between the drive and his HUD would download the necessary information into a quarantined drive in his suit. Once it was done, well, he did not have much need for this place anymore. Still, he did not have time for a full purge of the facility, reinforcements should arrive soon. Perhaps he should go and greet them.





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Subject Post 2PostSubject: Re: Tales of Djibouti: Robooty in Africa   Fri Aug 04, 2017 9:31 pm





Mere moments had passed since Steiner had left, before a hideous, almost painful-looking blotch appeared in the middle of the air, expanding with a speed that one normally only expected to see from a truly malignant presence; a tumor or a virus, co-opting everything good it ran across, and perverting it to a new purpose. And indeed, as each of the soldiers present stared at it, they rose their weapons, aiming directly at the swirling vortex of energy, hands trembling ever so slightly.

"Bloody hell, I -knew- it! This is Shadow Fall's doing! That's a bloody garganta. Get ready boys, we're about to get messy. Today's a good day to die!"

"Really? How do you figure? Is it the humidity? I've always considered days like this good days to go for a walk, honestly."

This voice appeared from directly behind the group, as a second garganta had formed, far faster and with less theatricality of the other. The thing standing in front of them was...almost unsettling in its banality, from the whiteness of its teeth to the bright, pleasant green hue to its eyes. There was no hollow hole to be found, no mask fragment, not even the faintest whiff of hollow taint on the man standing in front of them. He began to brush at one sleeve absentmindedly, the other hand resting by his side, as he leaned forward in a faintly rolling bow.

"I will be your reinforcements for the day. You can just call me Ajita."

"Be quiet, monster! We won't be fooled by your blabbering! You're with the enemy, and that means we won't accept your surrender, or your treachery, or whatever it is you're offering!"

Yaksha rose, inhaling slowly, and folding his hands over his chest. He rolled his eyes slightly, but closed his eyes and began to inhale, slowly, several times. As he did, he rose a hand in front of him, fingers splaying outwards slowly; several shots rang out, several projectiles fired...only to be whisked away by another portal, approximately the size of Yaksha's head. He spoke, in the sickly-sweet, icy polite tones of someone who was -very angry- and trying hard not to show it.

"Is there anyone more reasonable I can talk with? I need you to debrief me before I can lend aid. Are there civilians in need of evacuation? Is there a sniper or some similar unknown element that you need clear access to? Tell me -what is going on here- so I can help."

"Don't be deceived, brothers! The devil takes many forms! He will surely destroy us the first opportun-"

Yaksha took one long step forward, one hand clamping down on the neck of the offending speaker, other hand extending a single finger and pressing it forcefully against his lips. There were two or three seconds of shocked silence, and half-hearted thrashing, before his eyes widened, and he began to squeal, clawing at his neck and flailing, blisters forming on his lips and flesh where Yaksha touched.

This went on for ten, twenty seconds, before the man began to faintly froth and twitch, only to be released by Yaksha, landing on his ass and crawling away at speed, rubbing at his mouth over and over, and whimpering like a singed pup.

"Situation."

His arms spread out, as if to encompass everything around them, or show his increasingly frustrated methods of communication, before pointing at one soldier in particular, and then crooking a finger.

"You. Tell me. What do you have going on?"

"...We're trying to hold down this area and keep the innocents protected. There were a lot of non-combatants in the area when the attack started."

"Nearby safehouse?"

"About three blocks down. It would be suicide to get them there."

"Direction. Physical description."

"Brick and mortar. Should have a small banner hung above the door by now. Metal door. High-quality. Three sniper windows. It's...to the east."

Yaksha rose a single finger once more, hand gently raking down the air and forming another roiling black-and-purple curtain, shoving his head through it. There was the sound of gunfire, distant and muffled as if over a telephone, and the soldiers watched in stunned silence for almost thirty seconds before Yaksha retracted his head, several bullet graze wounds quite obvious, and just as obviously closing, as he gestured towards them.

"Three people posted at seven o clock as soon as you step through. Two at eleven o clock. Two more laying down suppressing fire, out in the open. As soon as you step through, secure the location, and get the civilians through. I'll give you a thirty second window."

"...Thanks. Should probably help the kid after that."

"Name and physical description."

"Steiner Franz. Red hair, blue eyes, fair skin. Real babyfaced. Headed off to the communications depot to get it back online."

"Mmmm. I'll take it from here. You did your job, soldiers. At this point, it's time to leave it to the experts."

He clapped both hands together, weaving them in a complicated latticework that looked like it should've been impossible for anyone with actual jointed fingers, and then pulling them apart in a flourish that left both hands by his waist, and a shimmering doorway, roughly six feet tall, sitting in front of them.

"It's unstable. Don't reach your hands out, don't trip. If you're in there after 30 seconds, you're going to be the Dangai's problem. The dangai deals poorly with anomalies."

He inhaled slowly, chest expanding as he did, head turning towards the communications depot, and hand kneading against his forehead.

"Hopefully this is my last portal for a good few minutes. Starting to give me a headache, keeping all these threads intact."

He touched a hand against the air, wiping across it as if he were cleaning a glass window; as if the air itself were smudges, it vanished bit by bit, as he ran his palm back and forth, over and over, creating a picture-perfect vision of the supply depot...and then inside. He picked a room at random, stepping into it, and then leaning down near the corpse of one of the downed soldiers, touching a hand against their brow.

"I'm certain each of you died wishing nothing more than to see this place protected. I'll make you a deal, then. If I'm not able to fulfill your dying wish, then I'll be leaving this place famished. I would greatly appreciate it if one of you would offer yourselves up to help me...take the edge off. It'll give me a fighting chance to get your revenge for you. And it'll prevent me from becoming a problem for you."

He then inhaled one last time, cracking his neck this way and that, and beginning to hum. It was a slow, foreboding tone, the sort of thing one would expect to hear when facing down a monster of unfathomable power and purpose. A killing machine, if Yaksha was any judge.

"Hold your ground, Franz. And hope that you're not so delicious I get distracted."

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Subject Post 4PostSubject: Re: Tales of Djibouti: Robooty in Africa   Sun Aug 06, 2017 7:22 am

Since that fateful day in Sichuan province, nothing had been the same for one Jian Yijun. Not only had his ancestral relationship with Liu Bei been revealed, but his entire reality had been flipped upside down. For as long as the Chinese youth could remember, his parents had raised him to prioritize what could only be described as the most mundane, uninteresting aspects of life. Though not meant to stifle him these childhood lessons were supposed to craft Kai into a successful man who wouldn't have to deal with the worries most people had in the forefront of their minds. To his parents personal prosperity meant being an executive at some mid-range electronics company. Twenty four years, the length of practically the young man's entire life, had been shattered in the span of one to two hours in China, a land he had not stepped in over a decade. Now Kai wanted to become strong, strong enough to protect not just his friends and family but everyone in the entire world. No longer satisfied with just the thrill of adventure, he now sought to actively fight against all those standing in opposition to peace and goodness.

On the morning of 3 July 2417, Kai found himself flitting about in the halls of Nidzen Corp.'s African branch, a quaint little office building in the nation Djibouti. Having recently created a reliable track record as NC's liaison to various vendors, consumers, and business partners Kai was almost always at the top of the list when it came to sending a manager around the globe. Though the travel itself was a bit glamorous as he had now been on over twenty of these trips, allowing him to "see the world", Kai cared more about the potential adventures lying in wait. Whether this meant Kai would experience life or death situations or just meet unique people and witness incredible environments didn't matter to him, all that mattered was he was doing something. Unfortunately since waking up bright at early at six in the morning, the only thing Kai was experiencing was dreadful boredom. With Nidzen Corp. currently in the process of buying out a nearby product distributor, Kai was stuck in meetings all day.

About mid-day after a particularly mind-numbing number-crunching meeting with what was essentially a group of accountants, Kai practically sprinted to the five story-tall building's roof to get some fresh air. Kai closed his eyes and stood still as the sun's rays beat down on his skin and the coolness of a breeze ruffled his hair, breathing a sigh of relief. If I was stuck in there any longer I would've killed myself... he thought to himself, reflecting on the day thus far. Shooting open, Kai's eyes were immediately directed toward the mobile phone he'd drawn from an inner pocket. The handheld device was buzzing and blinking repeatedly as the words EVACUATE IMMEDIATELY scrolled across its screen. Looking around Kai didn't notice anything out of the ordinary, yet this was a direct command from Djibouti's military. Suddenly a bright flash followed by the roar of explosions appeared in his peripheral vision. Once this happened in the exact opposite direction Kai was able to accurately guess the area was under attack, a conclusion only reinforced by the appearance of various military vehicles clearly not native to Africa.

Stepping up to the street-facing edge of the building's roof, Kai took in the scene quickly unfolding before his very eyes. Large armored vehicles and soldiers dressed in foreign military uniforms were quickly overrunning what little defense the Vastime forces were able to put up. Somehow this invading body had been able to avoid detection until the very last second, taking their victims by surprise. Frozen, Kai watched as innocent civilians and brave warriors were mowed down by the incursion occurring around him. Do something! Don't just stand there, take the fight to them! Knowing he had a responsibility to protect those who could not protect themselves, Kai whipped out his handheld storage device and, after pressing a small button on the end, summoned forth a large guandao in his right hand. With a look of confidence spread across his face, Kai leapt from the building and rocketed toward the ground, impaling the cement with the broad end of Erphtal. This impact culminated in an explosion of brilliant green fire which promptly coated and burned everything around Kai, taking down multiple enemy soldiers in the process. Kai followed up by drawing his weapon from the ground and swinging it in a wide sweeping motion, sending forth more flames to engulf his foes.

The screams of the burning and wounded rang out around Kai, yet he continued on. Rushing forward, Kai's gaze was now set on a large vehicle with multiple cannons and arms attached causing mass destruction to the surrounding buildings. Before the primary cannon could shoot the Nidzen Corp. branch, Kai had already slammed Erphtal's large blade into the vehicle's bonnet, carving through the machine like a hot knife through butter. As he turned and ran, Kai formed and threw a ball of verdant flames into the now-vulnerable innards of the vehicle, resulting in a street-wide explosion encompassing all the nearby enemy soldiers. With this location now clear Kai launched himself into the sky using a burst of green fire under his feet, landing him square on top of a partially destroyed building to give him a better view of the region. Squinting, Kai could just barely make out what seemed to be a man-sized meteor crashing into a government complex a decent ways away. Something tells me something big is gonna go down there.

With an objective now in mind, Kai began making his way toward the series of buildings surrounded by large communications arrays currently being torn up by an unknown assailant. This however meant he had to pass directly through an ongoing fire-fight between the invading and defending military forces, a complication which would deter most other individuals in Kai's position. Instead Kai gladly ran face first into the thunderdome, only determination twinkling in his brown-black eyes. A particularly dangerous area being swarmed by enemies was being defended by Vastime soldiers currently protecting a group of citizens taking refuge in an underground subway station. Without hesitation Kai switched to his Ranger Stance, replacing his guandao with a beautiful jade and gold bow. From the rooftop, Kai created and shot a matching arrow directly at a clump of Monsuta foot soldiers, causing an inferno of green flames to engulf them entirely. Immediately Kai jumped forward to another building, firing three more explosive arrows in the process.

With over a dozen enemies eliminated in the area and the nearby civilians safe for now, Kai continued toward his destination with renewed vigor. Wanting to slow down on his energy consumption Kai switched to firing arrows without infusing them with his Jade Dragon's Flames, focusing more on precise aim than widely spread damage. After a few minutes more minutes of sprinting across rooftops and firing arrows at unsuspecting enemies as he ran, Kai finally reached the location he'd been heading toward. Within the time spent moving to the communications center much of the complex had been damaged with wide holes torn through various walls. Making his way inside, Kai ignored the ominousness of dead soldiers littered throughout the long halls he sprinted through. One thing was for sure: Whoever, or whatever, had done this was on a different level from anything Kai had faced so far. Turning a corner, Kai just barely glimpsed someone running ahead of him. Following the individual, Kai eventually discovered two people, one he hadn't met and the other being the strange man he'd been introduced to in Vegas, facing what seemed to be a cyborg or robot wielding a tremendous blade the size of Erphtal. Aiming an arrow directly at the machine-like behemoth surrounded by the blood of its victims, Kai shouted out to them all. "What on Earth is going on?! Are you friend or foe?"
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Subject Post 5PostSubject: Re: Tales of Djibouti: Robooty in Africa   Sun Aug 06, 2017 11:19 am






The reinforcements that came were...less than impressive. As Moroi walked out of the communication's room, the little progress bar on his HUD ticking upward with each step, he let two of the funnels flow out from his back armor, detaching from the metal behemoth. The remote weapons hovered in the air, lingering behind him a few paces as he walked back in to the room that now seemed to be as much blood as it was metal. It was amidst that scene of carnage that Moroi set his "eyes" on his first adversary for the evening and he immediately felt a gut wrenching wave of utter repulsion. Did this man have an Akagai? No, no Wareyasui would craft something so crude as the...armor...the person had adorned. Were humans trying to replicate Wareyasui technology? Probably not, they kept their secrets, including their existence, relatively close to the chest. Besides that, it was not just technology, the actual technique involved in piloting an Akagai was something considerably beyond what the monkeys should be capable of. No, it was probably just a combat suit with limited actual potential. Even still, breaking it in to little pieces sounded oddly satisfying a prospect.

Then there was another one, this one proving to be a little bemusing. A hollow had come to Vastime's defense or was it simply here scavenging off of the fresh corpses? The latter felt more likely until it communicated with the man in the tin can, apparently known as Franz. Was this Hollow off the reservation and working for Vastime? He supposed it was technically possible, if a little confusing, but it did not make a whole hell of a lot of difference to Moroi. Adding another corpse to the hall was the end result regardless of what species it is. Moroi reached around behind his back and grasped the handle of Ookami, the faceless panel that was his face seeming to glare ahead and paying no heed whatsoever to where the two of them were actually standing. The energy output from the Hollow was considerably greater than the Human, perhaps that why it was using such a crude piece of machinery to supplement his rather pathetic energy output. It was what made the most sense.

A third voice broke through, this one also not exactly dressed in the typical Vastimian garb. He was attracting a lot of attention from people outside of Vastime. That in and of itself was...somewhat perplexing. Why? The monkey in a suit he could buy as being tied to Vastime, such crude workmanship seemed like something they'd craft, but the other two very clearly were not. The third one, a human, was wearing clothes too nice to be Vastime and definitely not suited for combat. Plus, the bow he was brandishing at Moroi looked considerably too expensive to be a Vastime rank and file soldier. This was another like the Hollow. How had he attracted such a motley crew of rabble. Then again, he supposed fortune was on his side. Vastime would not readily believe a Hollow would actually fight for them and it was difficult to ascertain power level from a corpse. He could leave the Hollow's corpse there and the natural inclination would be to believe the Hollow had done it, effectively removing any suspicion from Moroi. Vastime should have no idea he exists, but even still he had no desire to give them any information that could be traced back to him.

"Mission Parameters...Set"

Without so much as a warning, two beams of energy fired from the darkness, Moroi's funnels firing off blasts equivalent to Ceros at the man with the bow and the Hollow, attempting to blow a hole square through the pair of their chests. He doubted it would work, as weak as he considered them to be he doubted they were so inept as to not be able to evade or block such a straight forward attack. The beams of energy would however keep them busy at the very least and that in and of itself was worthwhile for the time being. Independent from the actions of the Funnels however, Moroi's main body snapped forward. With a sense of speed that conventionally would not be expected from a metal behemoth his size, Moroi closed the distance between him and the one that had been called Franz. He did not know why he chose to try and remove him first. The logical answer was to remove the weakest target first but subconsciously it might have been more than that. He wanted to squash the hairless apes imitation of the glory that was the Akagai, remind the creatures just how pathetic they truly were. In a flash Moroi was on top of the boy, his right arm cocked and thrust forward, throwing a punch square at Franz's abdomen with enough force to crumple the armor and throw him backwards. If he did manage to evade this or, somehow, block the force behind Moroi's fist, the hand still on Ookami's sheathe would draw the massive weapon, attempting the intercept his movements and bifurcate the little metal man in two. What fun this would be.





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Subject Post 6PostSubject: Re: Tales of Djibouti: Robooty in Africa   Wed Aug 16, 2017 5:39 pm





"Mr. Franz, we've never met, and I find it very unlikely we ever will meet after this. Just consider me a fan. The suit is very impressive. Has a very...Iron Man feel. I can dig it. Seriously. Which would make -this- clunky monstrosity Iron Monger, no? I could hardly consider such an unwieldy, busy design anything but villainous, after all."

Yaksha's hands moved in tandem, both at the same time; one rose in front of him, tweaking downwards in a motion that brought to mind nothing so much as a man unzipping a suit, or the air itself. The other hand, starting low at his hip, and ending high on his shoulder, emulated the act of drawing a blade nearly perfectly. From both hands, swirling purple-and-black emanations formed, expanding outwards with the speed and virulence that brought to mind cancerous growths. The energy signature that Moroi had launched, almost without notice, had been swallowed up by the first barrier, only to be launched out the second...at a point in space just in front of Steiner. The attack would've almost certainly been able to land against Moroi, redirected expertly, and the entire time Yaksha kept a smug, shit-eating grin on his face.

"You're too predictable. Go right for the king? I think not. Mr. Franz remains off the table for the moment. You have a perfectly good opponent right here in front of you."

Once more, the man rose his hand in a zipping motion, seeming to shed his gigai in a single smooth motion, leaving a hulking monstrosity, a hollow the size of a well-built bodybuilder, with a tail that looked as heavy and solid as a man's torso, and a length of jade hair that was bound in a loose ponytail. He rolled his shoulders, chuckling softly, in the back of his throat.

"I'll say this just once. You'll never be able to outplay me in a battle of wits. You'd best hope that blade of yours doesn't go dull on you, because it's your only hope."



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Subject Post 8PostSubject: Re: Tales of Djibouti: Robooty in Africa   Sat Aug 19, 2017 12:36 am

Kai's gaze remained trained on the mechanical behemoth just a few meters away as the two who arrived a bit earlier than him reacted to the sight of such an individual. Though they all glanced at each other to ascertain who everyone was or to whom they owed their allegiance, nobody seemed to spend too much time sizing the others up. It was clear this battle was going to begin without much time to come up with a game plan of any kind, which to Kai was a bit unfortunate because though this was hardly his first rodeo the specifics of the situation were certainly alien to him. His enemy was likely stronger than anyone he'd ever come across and his temporary allies consisted of a creepy man who gave off a peculiar energy signature and another individual seemingly piloting a robotic suit like Iron Man. Kai's thoughts to himself were no less flabbergasted by these circumstances as the words Is this a joke... ran through his mind on repeat.

Barely any time passed before the cybernetic villain responsible for slaughtering dozens of soldiers and Vastime employees began making its first move. Kai's eyes quickly passed over the two floating machines hovering in the air behind their master before focusing on Moroi, a mistake he'd soon come to grips with as one of the devices fired a powerful ray of energy directly at the Chinese youth. In the split second before Kai would have been hit his eyes widened larger than he even thought possible as he dove straight for the floor to his left, the corner of his jacket getting singed in the process. Luckily he had just barely dodged out of the way in time as the wall and second of the building behind him was reduced to little more than ash. Kai's dive transitioned smoothly into a forward combat roll, allowing him to quickly switch to a kneeling position with his Ranger Stance bow aimed directly for the device which had just tried to kill him.

Before Kai released an arrow at the floating Funnel device, his gaze shifted to the main body which had immediately began an assault on his own robotic suit-clad ally. In seemingly less than a second his ally's defenses seemed to be crushed and smashed like a hammer against an acorn. It was at this moment the reality of the situation truly set in for Kai as he realized just how gargantuan the gap in power was between the three combatants and their enemy was. Even if they all fused together to create a single being with all their strengths, it would pale in comparison to the robotic monstrosity currently attempting to kill them all. Lesser men would have fled before they even had a chance to fight this thing, but to Kai the odds of success, much less of survival, hardly mattered. Even if he gave his life here, so long as it provided just a few more seconds for the surrounding civilians and soldiers to flee the area or prepare their own defenses then his death would not be in vain. It was with this renewed vigor Kai steeled himself and began his own attacks against Moroi.

With Steiner sent skidding across the floor and Yaksha still in practically the same position as he'd arrived, Kai decided to immediately go on the offensive. After jumping back a few meters, Kai nocked a second arrow aimed roughly forty five degrees above the other and released both simultaneously. The lower of the two was supposed to hit Moroi square in the head, or at least where the metal suit's head was, before exploding into a burst of green fire capable of melting through steel and being immune to the dousing effects of water. However this first arrow was just meant to distract his foe as Kai seriously doubted it would be enough to cause any long term damage, which is why the second arrow hit the ceiling directly above Moroi. This arrow too exploded into an inferno except the blast had such force it brought down this section of the above floor causing chunks of stone and metal to collapse onto the cybernetic figure.

Not wanting to let up or give his enemy a chance to react with his own attacks, Kai stood up and quickly nocked three more arrows, each aimed for a different wall surrounding Moroi before letting them loose as he'd done dozens of times already this day. Instead of exploding each arrow stayed lodged in the walls. While Kai had infused flames into the previous arrows in order to create miniature explosions, in these he put the fire into the fletching of each. This unique interaction essentially turned each arrow into small flamethrowers which shot horizontal pillars of green fire all aimed for Moroi, mixing to create one giant inferno in the center of the room. This intersection of flame continued on for a few seconds before the arrows ran out of juice and dissipated in small wisps. Kai hoped the continuous use of his Jade Dragon's Flames could at least start to damage his target's metal exoskeleton, either through melting it or making it brittle, or at the very least damage the floating Funnel devices.

Regardless of the outcome of his attempts Kai took in his surroundings. It was clear his metal suited friend didn't want to stay in close range of their enemy, and he had no idea what the now-monstrous Yaksha could even do. Deciding to take one for the team Kai held his bow in front of him and switched to Bastion Stance, which immediately replaced his weapon with a glowing platinum shield. His skin seemed to harden from this shift as a layer of dense energy coated him from head to toe. Kai held the shield partially in front of his torso and took a few steps toward wherever Moroi was now located, placing himself somewhat between the monster and Steiner. Kai's unbreakable determination rang out as he made a clear declaration to his enemy. "Come on! You want him?! You're gonna have to get through me first!"
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Subject Post 9PostSubject: Re: Tales of Djibouti: Robooty in Africa   Sat Aug 19, 2017 2:52 am






The Hollow had an interesting conception of what certainty was. While it was a rather unimaginative and boring tactic, as was befitting of such a base creature, redirecting Moroi's energy might have caught him off guard if his range of vision was as limited as the creatures he was squaring off against. Unfortunately, Moroi's vision was not limited to a cone in front of him and as his redirected surge of energy was pivoted and turned against him, a funnel popped out of shoulder and intercepted the incoming energy, Moroi's main body not even dignifying the riposte with a notice. As the third funnel now out in the open flared in the way of the energy and...sucked it in. The funnel, releasing a sort of crest in to the air as it flared out, completely absorbed and obliterated any influence that the Hollow might have had on the energy, absorbing and converting it straight in to fuel for the Magatama engine, the hollow no longer posing any threat. He decided it best to focus on the two that might actually impose some form of danger.

He would not have to wait long to see how exactly they would choose to attempt that danger. The first rebuttal came from the man with the bow, nocking an arrow and hurling it at Moroi's funnel, showcasing the mobility they had once more as the small device artfully ducked out of the way. The next round of offense came from the metal suit who Moroi had not in fact been able to completely disable it seemed. Frustrating. Moroi did not enjoy it when the monkeys lived past their expiration date. The suit's pauldrons opened up and fired a salvo of what seemed to be conventional missiles toward Moroi's location. It was...mundane, but he wasn't sure what he was expecting from a Yuudeshi. Pedestrian would be par for the course for them. Moroi extended one of his arms at the path of the missiles and fired a small canister from the palm of his hand. The spurt shell jettisoned forward in to the path of the oncoming missiles and detonated, spraying shrapnel out from the epicenter as bits and pieces of metal collided with the shoulder fired missiles, either detonating them on impact or knocking them wildly off course and away from Moroi.

It was then that another arrow flew by, Moroi's Multi-faceted Optics picking up the trajectory of the arrow without much of a fuss. The arrow soared harmlessly past him with a small shift of his head before soaring not at all harmlessly in to the machinery behind him, lighting it ablaze in a somewhat impressive fashion. Moroi wasn't sure if this was a spiritual ability or an effect of the arrow, but it did catch him slightly off guard, amusing monkey. Of course, a diversionary tactic though. The second arrow hit the spot of the ceiling above him. Based on the concussive and explosive force previously, it was likely that the arrow could cave in the ceiling. Three more arrows flitted through the air, crashing in to other parts of the building face with Moroi at the center. Was it a trap of some sort, an attempt to pincer him in? He was confident in his suit's ability to withstand the flames the man generated with his arrows, but dirt was easier to wash off than scorch marks.

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As that thought crossed his mind, a visible crest, similar to the one produced by the funnel previously, formed at Moroi's feet, extending in to a wide circle with Moroi at its center. A translucent dome of azure energy formed around Moroi's body and as the flames flew from the arrows, they crashed in to this azure dome and were seemingly eaten, just like the redirected laser was before. The flames swirled around the azure barrier as they crashed in to it before slowly, certainly, being siphoned away in to the depths of the Magatama Engine. What an astute eye would notice however, was that Moroi was not moving from his spot and that something was, in fact, making it through the barrier. Loud clangs of concrete and wood on alloy reverberated through the building as the rubble caused from Kai's second arrow fell from the ceiling and crashed off of Moroi's head and shoulders. The debris was smacking in to Moroi's body and while such a thing would normally injure or at the very least frighten a normal human, the pieces of destroyed roof bounced off Moroi's suit, leaving nothing as evidence that they crashed in to him outside of specs of dirt they left streaked on the suit. The monkey had hit him with something...irritating.

Magatama: 3

Moroi, as the last of the rubble fell, stood amidst it as he surveyed the room without so much as a turn of his shoulders. They were all still alive, irritating. They were also grandstanding, pointlessly irritating. This one now made the bold claim that Moroi would have to go through him first, as if such a prospect was irrevocably daunting for the man. Although, something was strange about him. A considerable amount of energy was being pooled around his skin, not that dissimilar from Moroi's Tekkai. A defensive posture? It was most likely. A test then. Moroi leveled his arm again, palm extended toward the boy, and fired another spurt shell, the canister firing forward before, roughly a meter from Kai's body, exploding in to a hail of metal shrapnel with the sole intention of creating an Asian Pincushion.





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Subject Post 10PostSubject: Re: Tales of Djibouti: Robooty in Africa   Fri Aug 25, 2017 8:39 am

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