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Post by Bass on Nov 1, 2019 21:01:14 GMT -8
Looking forward, monumentally unimpressed the Namekian just listened to the agent speak. There was no objections to his statement nor was there any sign of abnormal agitation. Bass figured the government assumed that meant more to him than it actually did, at this point if information like that was spread publicly he knew he was more than capable of getting his way if people started to panic and act irrationally around him. Besides, the fact of the matter is that while technically stronger than him, if the military's best efforts didn't even scratch this thing, him at ten thousand less wouldn't be too much different should they try to take action. Perhaps the one thing that did agitate him was the implication of a threat. The audacity of these people, to ask for help and in their same process dare to lay down a threat. To the Namekian, a baseless threat without foundation, but it was the idea of them thinking they could try to manipulate him that pissed him off the most. He'd speak up to address the statement and in his mind, set the record straight. " Yes, to clarify the brief history lesson my father is King Piccolo, and I've spent careless early years of my life destroying in his name. It's not as much of a secret as you seem to want it to be, and it certainly isn't leverage for a threat. Nonetheless I'm not going to reassure your concerns negatively, but rather I'll just tell you I'm a reasonable person. There's no point in endangering people, in fact that's counter intuitive if we want to achieve some semblance of forward progress. Yet, now that such is addressed; the meat of the matter." Looking to the left, then right Bass sighed. " Yes, it's completely possible this was also a freak accident. These shards could be anywhere. Though the result is the same, and the implications profoundly captivating in its own right. I didn't know a shard had the potential to alter a creature in any way, let alone such a devastating one. It must've multiplied its Power Level by hundreds of thousands to achieve such a result. I don't want to state the obvious, but it's not impossible that the 'dots' are not formed via a symptom, but rather direct proximity of the shards beneath the skin. If they are spaced out evenly, it's possible this creature adapted to utilize them as a defensive network across its entire body. So, striking the dots with blunt force might yield results, but without proof I'm talking out of my ass." Rubbing his temple and pinching the bridge of his nose, the Namekian righted his back and leaned back in his seat. " I don't want anything for this. The only thing I'm interested in is harvesting the shards if they're still intact within the Shark. Nothing the government could offer me would expedite the amount of respect my coworkers have in me, it would only make them confused and envious." Looking over towards Will, the Namekian in an unenthusiastic tone paired with a dull gaze addressed his method of attack. " You're putting way too much effort into explaining something that can be summarized by simply saying beach the shark. Semantics aside, that plan won't work. It's too large, the force required to send an object that large hitting the shore would just as well take half the island with it; assuming even I was capable of such monumental feats of strength at this point in time. The one thing that will remain accurate no matter the circumstances, is that whatever surprises are in store and whatever happens, you can't afford to think even for a second we'll lose. It's not about pride, but thought becomes reality if left unchecked. That can be a blessing or a curse." Then, looking towards Melody, Bass just slowly shook his head, closed his eyes while taking a deep breath and let out another sigh. " Blame a mundane day job for the reason I can approximately reference the weight of existing fis- 'mammals', technicality, in the Ocean. However to keep it short fifty two thousand-" Bass stopped, slowly going cross-eyed. Snapping out of it, he just spoke up in a profound, almost confused tone. " If you mean fifty two THOUSAND tonnes, I never have and could never imagine a ship that large. While that weight just might be accurate to a mountain, there is no such thing as a ship the size of a mountain. At least as far as I know. I think this creature while it likely has an elevated intelligence, still isn't comparable to us." Looking forward to address just about everyone, he added some clarifications. "A creature of this size will do one of several things. One, it can innately know the nearest source of adequate food and it will therefore ignore us until... Exhibit two, something crosses its path or crosses its path and attacks it with adequate force to actually be a threat. Needless to say I don't think isolating it deep in the Ocean if we intercept it before collision with the island will be much of a problem. Besides, comparing that to the actual task itself it's almost laughable. As for actually dealing with it, it's not surprising Armor Piercing rounds didn't deal with it. We're talking of a creature of massive scale, and when you're dealing with natural durability specialized bullets still abide to the pockets of defence. Chainmail is great for blocking the slash of a sword, but not the impact of an arrow. Different materials have different vulnerabilities, and the harder it is, the more it is a danger to itself if it's compromised. Just like knights might've been taken down with maces and warhammers, blunt force will also likely be our best option against this creature. No, I'm not talking about a wrecking ball, I'm talking about something tens of thousands of times more potent. Since you have to at least meet it to beat it."
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Post by Duke Satan on Nov 2, 2019 9:53:09 GMT -8
It was about time for them to enter the planning phase of the mission. Even with a plethora of martial artists from various backgrounds - Agent Reese listed it better than the Duke or any one of them possibly could: they had two nobles, one a son of the great Demon King Piccolo himself and the other a descendant of the famed Satan Dynasty, they had a master of the legendary Turtle School, and they had the son of a Z-Fighter who had supposedly been missing for one hundred years - even with all of this power and muscle, they still needed a plan. This shark creature was clearly powerful enough to easily wipe the floor with any one of them individually, and even in a group their victory was not assured. They spoke of finding a weak spot in the creature's skin and thus dealing massive damage while bypassing its sturdy armor. They spoke of taking advantage of its aquatic nature and thus effectively beaching the shark. They spoke of finding the largest anchor possible and tying the creature to it in order to leave it immobile, and they spoke of overwhelming blunt force to take it out for good, something not too different from taking out a heavily armored knight with a mace strike to the head, except thousands of times larger in scale. The last idea was the one which caught Duke Satan's attention, it was proposed by the Demon Clan Namekian, Bass. For all the knowledge which the man clearly displayed, for all the scientific rebuttal which he gave to Will and Melody's plans of action, it was almost funny how his own idea essentially devolved to hitting the monster really, really, really hard. But, out of all the things listed here, it was the one thing which Duke Satan believed he could help with. "Blunt force, you say?.." he muttered, scratching his lush beard and staring to the floor of the debrief room through his sunglasses, which remained on his nose even though he was inside. "Why, that means we just have to punch that shark really, really hard. And I'm all on board for that plan, hahah." [Words: 367 / 1346] Cayle Pota Melody Bass Kiryu Will O. Wisp
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Post by Kiryu on Nov 4, 2019 0:46:07 GMT -8
"I have no specific knowledge of this creature, or vulnerabilities that it might possess," Kiryu said slowly. It was true. Never in his wildest dreams could he have imagined such an entity. It was... antediluvian. Chtonic. Primeval. Something that time forgot, wondrous and terrible... it vary well could have been worshiped as a god, if it was old. If it was not old then surely it's forebears were something magnificent, something... deific. A creature even half of this monster's size would still be massive. The strange mutation in it's skin, however...
Kiryu's mouth twisted. This kind of information could be dangerous if it got out, but Melody was right. This was no time for secrets.
"I have encountered that material on the creature's skin before. In fact, I have an item made of that same material. It's impossible to mistake it for anything else. The item in my possession, as others have said, is a shard of the Dragon Balls. If you have no idea what that is, well, it might be best to keep it that way. In any case, I am wondering if exposure to that material did not somehow create this beast... or at least cause it to mutate into the titan that we see before us."
Kiryu pursed his lips, thoughtful. "You know, I was originally going to say we should avoid those areas... but if, and this is a big if, that material is what caused a mutation... it might be possible that removing those mutated patches, cutting it off from contact with the material, might weaken it. This is all complete conjecture, of course, but it's an idea."
Kiryu considered Melody's other words then. Was she some sort of conservationist? There were certain indigenous peoples that had spiritual connections with animals and nature. Many of those people considered it a waste not to use all of an animal. Most hunters would likely feel that way about this leviathan anyway, but Kiryu cocked his head. "I understand what you are saying, Melody, but that may not be able to happen. This thing's flesh could be radioactive, or toxic, or dangerous in some way. I do agree that if we can, we should use all of it that we can, but we have to be careful about that. It wouldn't do to give people tainted food. What do you say to that, uh, sir?"
At the last, Kiryu turned to regard the man that had debriefed them, whose name Melody had requested. "Is that something your organization can do? Collect the remains and verify it's safety, then distribute food to those that need it?"
As the group talked of a reward, Kiryu shrugged his shoulders.
"I'm not independently wealthy, and any living I make is pretty much with my skills. I don't require payment to help, but I certainly will not turn down whatever is offered. With this knowledge, though, I think we need to move past any sort of negotiations for rewards. We simply do not have the time. Here's my general thought; let's all use a decent amount of ki right of the bat. Gifting each other ki can actually increase our power levels. If we're smart about how we do this, we might be able to boost up Bass a shocking amount via ki transfer. No matter how tough we get him, though, we're all going to need to be on our game. A creature like this is going to require all of us.
I don't really need anything else. I stand ready to face this threat. If there's anything the military can do to help, let us know. If not, make sure your people are pulled back to safety. I have a feeling this is not going to be without collateral damage."
As he spoke, Kiryu opened up his senses, feeling for the ambient magical energies. His understanding of more complicated magic was still in it's beginning stages, but perhaps he would feel something about the shark, some dark energy that was twisting it's nature. It was a long shot, of course, but every little bit of information might be valuable. Some of the group seemed not to grasp the severity of the situation, so Kiryu needed to be laser focused.
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Post by Cayle Pota on Nov 6, 2019 0:37:20 GMT -8
“I'm sorry, do you see a name plate that says that 'Agent Reese, Architect', or did you see construction hats on any of those of us who gathered you all, Mister O'Wisp? Incase you're blind in your old age, no, no you didn't. Any construction that happens after this event occurs will only be in the city limits of South City, or on South Island, and only be rebuilding efforts to fix the damage caused by this unnatural disaster coming the way of us all.” the figure said, tensing slightly as he did before looking to the Catman with his teeth bared. The audacity. And why a supposed member of the Turtle School would want to build their own rival dojo in the first place was entirely up in the air to Reese, as well, but he did not bother to say that out loud.
“If you want your own personal dojo rebuilt, rebuild it yourself or pull a Roshi from the Kakarot movie and just trick some youngsters into wax-on-wax-offing until you've got your fancy pants dojo built.” For Melody's question, he pulled out a cell phone and put in some message to one of his subordinates and told her, "We will see about the anchor, it might be a good way to keep it from beaching itself onto the city proper too much if nothing else."
To the others, the agent was silent, aside from allowing a clip of a martial artist with a long bow firing on one of the Demon Clan's plate armored warriors in one of the previous wars that had occurred in the last five hundred years in the Southlands, and watching that single arrow pierce through the armor. Simply applying mundane thought did not guarantee victory, and armor piercing rounds were nearly the same as the arrow launched by the archer in his video. It was only momentary, and then it switched.
After Kiryu was done talking, the Agent's cyborg eyeball began projecting a real time satellite map with the projected speed of the shark, and the districts of South City and its suburbs. The Dragon Shard infected shark was already too close to the island to get it to turn around without a problem.
“We need your help evacuating those who can't evacuate themselves, setting up sandbags, and generally helping with the evacuation efforts before it arrives, strategy discussions withheld from ongoing until you fight it. We'll have troops ready to help you where we can, but we need to get this done while we have time, because bringing it into the open sea where you can go 'all out' is not going to be something that we can do.”
With that, the Agent left the room to began explaining orders to others.
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Post by Will O. Wisp on Nov 6, 2019 12:40:05 GMT -8
Will O. Wisp taken back by Reese's comeback lowered in the chair a bit, feeling guilty that he had asked since Reese brought up a good point. "I am sorry, I didn't think of it like that. Do you know why I was gone this whole time? I was asleep, for thirteen years straight, while I was meditating in my secret spot and I wake up now a shell of my former self. Not many things have changed while I was gone but one of them was losing my home and my Turtle School dojo being destroyed, I just, I wanted to go back to my glory days. I apologize for being selfish, you don't have to give me anything in return," Will explained. Will sat there in a stupor When Melody told Will that his eyes must be failing them "I guess them not being used for thirteen years they still need some adjustment," he replied. Will then listened to everyone else bringing their plans and strategies while also bringing their own points of why his strategy wouldn't work. However, Kiryu managed to bring in a very interesting proposal, cut the Dragon Ball Sharks embedded in its tooth-like skin out. He even has a weapon of some kind made with a Dragon Ball Shard, certainly that would come in handy. Surely something made with what granted the beast power in the first place would be able to pierce it's hidden. If not well they're all dead most likely. And he brought up another great plan, to transfer some of their Ki to Bass who is the strongest among them to be able to have him perhaps become stronger than the leviathan. That could work, softening it up with some of their biggest attacks and then using the rest of their Ki to strengthen Bass and replenish his reserves. He can also grow big, not as big as the giant itself of course but it could be an asset as well.It's good to know such skilled and wise martial arts roam these lands still to protect it. Although he can't help but feel as he was the only one who isn't of help. Although it seems the time to strategize will have to wait, now they're not only running out of time with the shark gaining speed but it seems it's bringing the fight to them. Things were looking bleak, but Will gets up. With stern serious look on his face as he opens hu "We need to get anyone who can't evacuate on to buses, anyone who can fly can use their strength to carry said buses to safety away from the city. Unfortunately, I seemed to have forgotten to fly so I'll have to use my Flying Nimbus, it's faster anyway. Anyone who can't fly just quickly finds anyone accounted for on foot, help them pack their things, find their pet, whatever it is that would be preventing them from leaving and do it quickly. We need to get everyone civilian out of this city soon every man, woman, child, and animal. We can't let a single one of them be here during this battle! I'm going to need all of your help on this, who's with me?!" Will said.
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Post by Melody on Nov 7, 2019 21:05:23 GMT -8
The idea that the shark could possibly be fillet was dismissed either because there was doubt or it was impossible to fathom since armor piercing bullets did nothing on the surface level with disbelief that anyone present could slice through it. Melody felt that she was being a bit judgemental and it was encouraging others to pass on a hard opinion which was not her intention at all. Rather than say anything further she listened to everyone carefully, she could tell Bass hated his progeny, Will needed to sharpen his wisdom, Duke was ready to try his best, and Kiryu either had bad fish at some point to suspect that radiation alone might have caused the shark in question to mutate despite knowing it was more likely caused by the Dragon Ball shard; he affirmed it being powerful enough to effect an item he carried, so why would it be any different on a creature? All this talk about shark was making Melody hungry at the end of the conversation with Agent Reese, who displayed live footage through this bionic eye again of the shark’s trajectory, on top of relaying the information received that evacuation preparations were underway by the government task force and could use the extra assistance from everyone present to move it along as he turned to leave the room. It was Will that was quick to think of a plan which involved only three to spend their ki energy to transport massive crowds of people in buses.
“I am with you, but being able to fly is not an issue here. It still costs energy we need to conserve for the real problem.” Melody answered Will and then turned to the others, “In order to move a crowd of people the best method is to avoid panic, the masses will cause disorder if we allow them to evacuate on their own, and since we are on an island we can spin this as a typhoon warning. The actual news feed has been seen as frivolous speculation so people might just buy it. I highly suggest that we split up into two groups, with me, Will-san, Kiryu to evacuate the dezidens from the beach and Bass-kun along with Duke Satan to secure the island perimeter then regroup with Agent Reese.”
There was a reason behind the decision to split the group this way, a teenager, a cat, and a seemingly ordinary woman would be able to control the public from panicking as convincing volunteers for a typhoon evacuation versus a demon namekian and a dirty old bearded man approaching unsuspecting bikini clad women; she was rather upset that people thought demons were seen as evil but there was no time to express this fact given the present circumstances. Rather than wait for approval from everyone, she opened the double doors towards the hallway, and ran after Agent Reese to affirm the information of a typhoon warning in the wake of the invasion. There was no time to keep chatting and they needed to engage with the shark before it arrived to the island to keep some distance. If anyone had anything else to say they could express it once they were outside.
The island air was typical outside, it was still sunny, and somewhat cheerful as people were being told to evacuate by government officials from the beach and ordered to retreat further inland. There was clamour among some of the tourists who did not want to leave while others did as they were told. With a sigh, Melody untied her wetsuit from her waist and slipped back into it, and zipped it up all the way up to her neck waiting for the others to leave the hidden bunker.
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Post by Duke Satan on Nov 9, 2019 6:17:23 GMT -8
And so, the planning phase seems to be coming to a close. Under Melody's orders, their squad of martial artists will divide into two groups. The girl, Will and Kiryu will head out to the island to evacuate the denizens of the beach, under the veil of a typhoon warning, and hopefully get them out of the danger zone while Bass and Duke Satan were designated as the operatives who will secure the island perimeter instead. It's not hard to understand why Bass would be opted out of the evacuation task. To evacuate people, you need those who are able to talk with normal people well and convince them to move, and the Demon Clan Namekian not only was not the most easy going person by far, but always looked like he was trying to kill the person he was talking tyo with their gaze. But why was the Duke discounted? He didn't look that bad, did he?
Maybe it's because he hasn't shaved in a week. Or maybe Melody just decided that Bass won't be able to do his part in the mission alone.
"Fair enough, miss. Good luck out there." the Duke stated calmly and nodded towards Melody after she explained their plan of operations - she, Will and Kiryu soon left the briefing area, leaving him and Bass alone. He stared at the Namekian for a few seconds, their eyes at almost the exact same level, before the human finally began:
"I know that the two of us did not leave each other on the best of terms last time, but... well, I trust that you'll give everything you've got here. So, let's go, my friend!"
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Post by Kiryu on Nov 11, 2019 19:43:46 GMT -8
Kiryu nodded along, accepting Melody's plan. As she, Kiryu and Will left, he began tot alk.
"So, since we're going to be working together, and we're trying to help people, there's not much sense in keeping what I can do secret," Kiryu said as they walked. Deadpanning, he said "I have magic poooooowers," he said, making an 'oooooo' noise and waggling his fingers comically. He then continued to speak.
"No, but, like, I really do. I was thinking... I have used magic to conjure sidecars and armor and more besides. This might be a bit of a stretch but I think I can conjure some lightweight platforms that will be strong enough to have a bunch of people on them. We'll probably get more people on them and have them be lighter than trying to lift around buses. Assuming that the two of you have comparable physical strength to me, I think you'll be able to handle it just fine. If you have other ideas I'm happy to hear them, but I feel like this should be a fairly decent option. You'll probably have to be jumping a lot, I imagine there's a ton of traffic out of the city. I, uh... I might not be super coherent when I do this, I've never tried to do anything quite so intense and sustained before, sooooo.... here's hoping nothing weird happens! What could go wrong?"
As they made their way to the city, Kiryu began to open himself up to the flow of magic. It wasn't anything like a constant pressure; it was like a warm bath that he could slip into at will. Kiryu began focusing, and using his iron will, he forced the magic into the form of large, rectangular platforms, perhaps one foot high but easily thirty feet across. His mind and power bent to the task, giving the platforms a sort of gyroscopic quality, one that would hopefully keep the structures stable. Two of the platforms shimmered into existence, hovering a foot off the ground. Kiryu glanced towards Will and Melody, his face tight with effort.
"I don't know how long I'm going to be able to keep this up, especially once these things start getting weighted down," Kiryu said. He hoped the wait wouldn't matter for him; the magic he had crafted should allow the platforms to be mostly gravity agnostic, regardless of weight, but Kiryu had never done this before, so he was far from certain how strenuous this would be for him.
"Quicker is going to better."
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Post by Bass on Nov 12, 2019 10:56:41 GMT -8
And so he was left in a room just to blankly stare forward. With a hand reaching to the back of his neck to give it a light scratching, he looked over towards Duke Satan as he was spoken too. Hiking his right brow upwards, his head tilted to the side before narrowing. " I didn't take you as the fragile type. I can sound blunt, but that doesn't mean bad terms. You've managed to acquire an impressive physique for a mere Earthling. Don't misinterpret what I say, the only annoyance in our previous fight was Kiryu and his need to finger people." Bass said, eyebrows scrunching inwards. Was a 'phrasing' appropriate here? It wasn't like he meant for it to sound like that so no, absolutely not. He shook his head and pretended that one just faded in the wind. " Regardless, it looks like we have a chore selected for us. I don't understand what kind of securing the island needs. Maybe if we can find a mountain I can tear off the top and use it like a harpoon. Though that's probably a little too wide to really be functional. Would it? Actually..." He thought, rubbing his chin. " Whatever, we'll figure it out." Walking out of the room he'd simply be expecting Duke to be following him. Passing by the others outside, he started to lift into the air with his capability to fly. Turning back, he just looked at Duke. Then it dawned on him that this guy probably couldn't fly. " Look, as much as the island doesn't need securing right now, maybe I can leave that one to you. I'm going to go see if we can use a mountain to spear an organic mountain. Two and two makes four, as they said. No, wait, that doesn't make a lot of sense. That'd mean it'd be double the shark, and there's already a lot of shark..." He said, resting his elbow on one palm with his hand thoughtfully bracing his chin. "Because if you can't fly, you're just going to slow me down. I don't mean that offensively, it's just an objective truth. I'll take this time to prepare a little welcoming surprise for our friend. Could just end up being a laughable dud, but we'll see. No harm done if it doesn't work. Unless the mountain is also a volcano, in which case maybe there would be an eruption... Knowing my luck it probably will be. Wait- before I go, is it? Because if it's a volcano I'll just fly around the island in like three minutes to make sure nothing weird is going on in other spots."
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Post by Cayle Pota on Nov 12, 2019 13:05:43 GMT -8
"Mister Bass, I'm afraid that's not something you have time for. Agent Reese ordered us to ask you this, but can you and Duke Satan assist the soldiers in placing sandbags to create a wall against the tidal waves which are likely to come from the Shark? That'll cause collateral damage to be lessened." a nearby agent in black said, adjusting their sunglasses in a way to made it seem like they were the kid in school who wore glasses and corrected people. Already as he finished saying it, the Typhoon/Hurricane warning siren began to blare throughout the region, loud enough to cause those with sensitive hearing some discomfort.
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And so the quest begins: Kiryu, Melody, and Will - Write 500 words per 10,000 people to evacuate from the region, each. Continue until the three of you have evacuated at least 140,000 people from coastal areas of South City. Duke Satan and Bass - Write 500 words per 10,000 sandbags placed as a barrier to the tidal waves which are coming, continue until the two of you have put down at least 100,000 Sandbags.
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Post by Will O. Wisp on Nov 13, 2019 10:54:19 GMT -8
If Will needed to round and calm these people down. He needs to ditch these Gi and go get something else to wear. As he gets outside and flys on his nimbus to the nearest custom shop he gets a fake stop sign, a child-sized officer costume and a whistle. Putting it on he looks like a little mascot character. He then flies over to the beach and drops on the ground without being seen as the nimbus flies off. He then looks to see the people confused by the sirens since the weather reports said nothing about a typhoon or hurricane. Thinking it's probably just a testing of the sirens and not an actual danger they have to worry about. He then walks onto the beach, puts the whistle onto his mouth and blows. Now everyone's attention has turned to the small black and white cat man wearing a police outfit. "Don't worry folks it's just a typhoon and hurricane, happens quite frequently over here. I know the weather said clear skies and sunshine but they're not always right, are they? I can count the times they've been right on my paws, but not the times they've been wrong nya ha ha ha," Will said. Some people laughed at the cute cat's joke, he sure did get their attention, especially cause he looks even cuter in that outfit. "Now everyone just calmly follows me and we can get you all out of here. There some buses nearby that will take you all to a shelter out of the city while this all blows over. Just do so in a single file line and we'll get through this. Alright then, let's go." Will said. He then begins to march with the stop sign in hand whistling a jaunty tune as everyone begins to pack their things up off the beach and they follows Will to where ever he is leading them. People would soon begin to go get others to join to follow the cat. Yes, it was a bit humiliating for Will but he knows one thing is that people will listen to a cute face so taking the role of a friendly-looking police mascot type character could ease people's worries and get them to trust him and follow him to the buses which would take them out of the city. As soon as they got into the suburbs the people would begin to go get people who weren't at the beach out of their homes telling them about the typhoon and getting their things before Will directs them all to a series of buses. Then using motions with one of his arms to get them boarded. "Alright single file lines, no crowding no pushing. The calmer we do this the quicker it will get done." Will said. He even helped direct traffic by signaling the buses when it was time for them to leave after they were all filled up. As soon as Will got all of the buses filled up and they all left he took pride in the fact that he already managed to get a lot of people evacuated. Of course, there are still some more that need to be evacuated. He then goes over to the next beach to repeat the process. And hopes that Melody and Kiryu are doing their part just as well if not better then he is at getting everyone out of here. Considering Kiryu said he had magical abilities than him it should be easy although he does wonder about how Melody will convince people to leave or what she will do to evacuate people.
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Post by Melody on Nov 13, 2019 18:02:39 GMT -8
Kiryu was attempting to be comical with his abilities in magic, the teenager was a formidable force even if he held back his power level, and while his words lacked confidence he was still able to successfully create what he designed in his mind. The platforms were plain and simple with railings on the outer side, additional rails cascaded in a pattern towards the center, no different from lining up to a queue for a theme park ride. With a sigh she was hoping to influence the dezidens to leave calmly, effectively, and with a smile to avoid hurting anyone who might have ignored her in this long drawn out process. Will appeared in a police uniform, a blush overcame Melody as he looked so adorable in his costume, commanding the attention of everyone on the beach they all boarded the buses to the sound of a whistle pattern. The wise old cat was a genius, while people waited on the platforms Kiryu made for the next bus, it was as simple to move the platform until the buses returned with empty seats to evacuate more people. The Duchess took a moment to limber up, in order to use her strength, and made sure every muscle was stretched before dancing on her heels to get blood flowing again as she felt the tension loosen up. Once she was done she walked over to the platform and waved her hands at people.
“Attention everyone, please hold on to the nearest rail, you will be taken to a safe zone with the other evacuees, keep your hands and feet inside at all times, please. Thank you for your cooperation!” Melody said loudly to the people in queue, she crouched down, and lifted the platform with ease from one side high enough over her head to slowly use her hands to position herself directly under the middle of the square structure.
The crowd marveled at how strong, a seemingly mundane woman with green hair, was able to carry them all, the spectacle drew in a crowd from the beach, and some thought it was a great way to evacuate while others remained fearful to avoid the platforms and await the return of the buses. The time was ticking, Agent Reese mentioned the shark was approaching at velocity to reach South City in less than two hours, and it was taking the buses around fifteen minutes each way with the amount of traffic in the way.
The Duchess was walking past cars with a platform of people overhead, she had to get avoid bigger vehicles since she was not tall enough for them, by leaping up around them until she could land in an open space between cars in the slightly heavy traffic roads. The typhoon siren was sounding off throughout the city, people had doubts at first, but the military presence along with crowds of people being diverted to the sports arena it was not seen as a drill anymore. The local news began to cover the story of a typhoon warning being taken seriously, filming the busses, Will directing traffic, and Melody just walking over lifting groups like it was nothing. In a short span of thirty minutes the traffic began to clear up making it easier to navigate through the city streets.
Evacuees were being dropped off at several entrances around the sports arena located in the heart of the city, which was designed to hold massive crowds, as well as provide all the necessities people need to hunker down in. Once the first group of people were dropped off from the platform, Melody jumped on the top of one of the buses to ride back which took five minutes with the traffic gone, while carrying the platform back, for more. The platform was set down on the ground upon arrival of the beach. By this time, people were starting to gather, some were too far out down the coast of the island to know that there were busses out here.
“Mind driving a couple of buses further down the beach to pick up more people. It is best if we spread out. Thanks.” Melody informed the driver, who used a radio to relay plans to get more tourists and locals off the sand. Once they were on their way, she walked over to Kiryu and Will standing by for people to board more buses and platforms.
“Well, I trusted you both would do well in helping move these crowds of people, I tend to be right about a lot of things.” She mused, she did not lack any confidence in her abilities despite not being as strong as the others or have an intimidating height like Bass and Duke Satan. Melody felt rather proud of herself, despite being far from home, she was going to reap the benefits of every encounter she came across in order to return as a stronger person or at least wealthy after defeating the shark. “While my domain back at home consists roughly of ten thousand koku in Truffle Village, with this much experience moving the masses, l am ready to expand my territory in the West Lands.”
[863] [TWC 3,428] - [1,469/7000]
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Post by Duke Satan on Nov 15, 2019 0:43:29 GMT -8
Bass's plan was... difficult to put into easy to understand terms. So, apparently, he wanted to take the top of a mountain, turn it into a spear, and chuck it at the incoming creature as soon as it approaches the island? As spectacular as that would have been - and the Duke will definitely have to request Bass to display such nature transforming might sometime later - he was relieved that one of the government agents ordered the Namekian to cut it out and join the human warrior in creating a sandbag barrier to stop the incoming tidal waves before they crash down upon the city. Why? Well, the Duke was certain that he could not be able to make it in time all by himself.
He may have been strong, but he had his limits, and Bass's limits were clearly monumentally above that of his.
"Don't worry about it, my friend. You will get your chance to skin and throw an entire mountain at some incredible force one day, I assure you." the Duke offered his condolences to the Namekian as they stepped out of the underground bunker and back into the light of the day. "And when that day happens... I so, so want to be there to see it."
Hundreds of sandbags were already being brought along and shoved into one massive hill in the outskirts of the city, only a light and quick jog away from the sea. A light jog is not going to be fast enough, however. The rest of their squad were already beginning evacuation efforts and thousands had already made they way out of the danger zone. They were hurrying and they were already a considerable way towards achieving their objective, wheras the sandbag filling party was only now starting on their task.
"Hurry, Bass! Faster, faster, faster!" the Duke yelled and pulled the first sandbag out of the pile, spinning and throwing it straight towards the sea. It landed with a powerful splash and descended to the sea floor. Then another one, and another one, and another one, and another one... The civilians moving along evacuation paths in the city below, if they turned their eyes to the sky, would notice a steady stream of bags flying over their heads in a wide arc, all of them aiming precisely at a single spot in the coast. The Duke of Satan soon moved on to tossing two sandbags at once instead of just one, but even that was not fast enough for his taste.
It took his throwing stream a good minute before the pile of sandbags he was building started to poke out of the sea. And he needs to build not just a pile. He needs to build an entire wall.
And there were just... so many sandbags to throw! Even with Bass's help, it was going to take a long time, and he was not sure if they could afford that. Eventually, as he settled into a routine of picking up bags and throwing them across the sky, a thought popped up to the Duke's head.
He can bring help! Even in the South City, he has plenty of contacts and favors to ask, people who can join them and hasten the wall construction efforts. All he needs to do is reach out to them.
"Bass! Tag in, with double the effort! I'll get us some help!" he yelled to his Namekian ally, stepped back and pulled out his cellphone.
[Words: 580 / 2205]
[Mission WC Total: 580 / 5000]
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Post by Kiryu on Nov 18, 2019 0:59:23 GMT -8
It was going as well as Kiryu could have hoped. With Will and Melody assisting, people were swiftly organized and boarder Kiryu's platforms. Both of his new allies proved more than equal to the task of moving the platforms, and they began to get people to safety. Kiryu spent some time focusing, then came up with a way of focusing the energy that bound his constructed platforms that made them self sustaining. Kiryu relaxed his concentration then, knowing that the platform would be well tended by Will and Melody. Kiryu began to focus his energy, readying himself to create more platforms, when he heard the sound of breaking glass followed by a scream.
Kiryu dashed towards the sound, cutting through an alley and sprinting, air rushing to fill the vacuum he left in his wake. He arrived on a broad street lined with shop fronts. Most of them had a steel gate pulled down, but one of them looked like they had not had time to close up properly before the evacuation had begun. A half a dozen men, all holding some sort of weapon ranging from hand guns to lead pipes, were standing in front of that shop, some jeering and some striking the glass with their weapons.. Their posture was aggressive and threatening.
"If you open up, we'll let you live! If we have to break through this stupid glass to get in, we won't be so nice!"
Ah, Kiryu thought, Not steel but some kind of tempered glass. Someone must not have been able to take their valuables in time, and they were found out before they could slip away safely by these looters.
Kiryu almost could not believe his eyes. At a time when everyone in the city was in danger of imminent demise, not only was greed driving people, it was greed so strong that they were ready to hurt or kill someone for a pay day.
Kiryu gritted his teeth, and he moved.
Kiryu's motion was so fluid that he barely made a sound, so swift that he could not be seen by the eyes of anyone other than a fellow advanced martial artist or magician. He blurred from target to target, only seen briefly as he struck each of his enemies in rapid succession. Kiryu had to pull his blows, or else he would have killed a normal person. That made him slow down just enough to become visible, though he was still moving so quickly that to the naked eye, Kiryu may as well have been teleporting from foe to foe.
Kiryu downed them all with one shot, targeting vital areas with just enough force to disable, not to kill. His rapidly flourishing magical skills notwithstanding, Kiryu learned martial arts before learning anything else. One was brought down with a snapping hammer blow to the temple. Another was brought down with a roundhouse kick to the head, and yet another was knocked out by a chop to the base of the neck. An elbow smash was followed by a leaping knee, and finally, Kiryu blurred behind his final opponent, disarming them and, in one fluid motion, locking in a rear naked choke that ended the conflict as quickly as it had begun.
Sudden silence rained on the street, and Kiryu looked around. He didn't see any other danger. Now that he was closer, Kiryu examined the shop more thoroughly. It was an all glass exterior, with thick double doors and wide bay winders. The windows and the door were spiderwebbed with cracks from where the thugs had been attempting to batter their way in. A frightened looking woman was looking at Kiryu in awe. In her shaking hands, she felt a shotgun, and it was aimed straight at Kiryu. He put his hands up, smiling kindly.
"Hi there, miss," Kiryu said, voice calm and stead, "You don't have anything to worry about. I'm not with them, and I"m not a looter. I'm here to help."
The barrel of the gun dipped down, and the woman breathed an obvious sigh of relief. "Thank Kami you showed up when you did! I had to get our financial records and insurance information and that was all stored here! I had no idea that people could be so awful at a time like this."
"I wish it was not the case, but as it turns out, people can be awful at any time. But," Kiryu said, smile turning slightly impish, "Hopefully you just received a bit of proof that people can be decent, too."
The woman smiled back, then her face fell a bit. "There are others that were locked in their shops. Are we going to be able to get out of here?"
"Don't worry about that. I have something that will get as many of you out of here as needs be. Let's round everyone else up, though. I don't know if we have a lot of time."
The woman then unlocked the door. She went from shop to shop, calling out to people inside. Eventually, a few dozen people emerged, and Kiryu, to the amazement of the crowd, conjured another platform. Once they were all on, rather than lift then with muscle power, Kiryu used his magic to levitate the platform. He leaped on top of a nearby building and bounded back to where he had been, sending this group out the same way as the other refugees. Kiryu waved goodbye to the grateful people, then returned to work. It seemed like in the meantime, Will and Melody had been able to evacuate groups of their own.
Kiryu gasped, then, almost physically in pain. He was overwhelmed by the menacing power level that was en route to their group. Kiryu felt, all of a sudden, that he was a mouse, and this creature was an elephant. To Kiryu, it was so... vast that he almost could not comprehened the creature. Kiryu hoped that they would be able to finish the evacuation soon... they likely did not have much time left.
[WC=1,008] [TWC=3,741] [QWC=2,477/7,000]
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Post by Bass on Nov 18, 2019 14:43:06 GMT -8
Looking as objections piled up over his plan, Bass's eyes narrowed and he sighed. " So be it, then. I suppose I'll just have to do this the to the governments liking. There are better things to act as sandbags instead o-" Bass just looked down from his rising position. No, he didn't even want to bother trying to explain his perspective anymore. Taking in a deep breath, he raised two fingers to his head and gave a quick little salute before zooming off into the distance with incredible flying speed. Darting to the sandbags, he was there in mere moments when the mountain of stuff became visible. It was as Duke started to approach and the two were alone that Bass spoke further. He hadn't started hauling sandbags yet, but he would be in just a moment. " Y'know, there are a lot of ways this could be done without nonsensical head beating a wall. This won't even double as training for me." Taking in a deep breath, Bass's eyes closed and he focused on the task in front of him. Stepping forward, he pulled back in almost a baseball pitchers form but instead of releasing his hand he slammed forward and started a rapid spin. One hand gripped a sandbag and spun to launch it just as his other pulled around from behind and grabbed another. In an instant he'd turned from being visible to looking like some blue miniature tornado, spinning on the spot and launching hundreds upon hundreds of sandbags in an almost consistent arc into the spots adjacent to where Duke was focusing his efforts. It appeared that despite all of the chaos of what he was doing, each and every throw was calculated and precise. Forming in merely half a minute from the waterbed, sandbags began to rise and rise into the sky into a massive wall. In fact, Bass seemed to be throwing with such precision that the bags quite literally stacked one on top of another until physics forced the whole thing to topple- the wall had to be more than one thick anyways. Continuing to spin as he tore into the mountain of sandbags and crafted them into a wall along the beach, his voice broke through towards Duke. " Do whatever you have to do, this shouldn't take much longer. Especially as I'm kicking it up another notch." He said. As soon as he did, the only visible difference that occurred in Bass himself was that the 'tornado' seemed to grow larger, when in reality he'd bulked himself up. Spinning at that same rapid speed, his hands instead of grabbing one per rotation grabbed four or five in the large meaty grips, hauling them in a giant spew into the air and onto the pile of readily growing bags. Yet nothing could stop orientation from playing a role in all of this, and despite his excessive progress his spinning suddenly wildly decentralized and he span out of control, ending up splatting on the ground on his back. Staring up into the sky as his eyes tried to focus in their dizzy state, Bass had merely one word to say. " Shit." Sprawled out like a star on the ground, he just stared into the sky. Squinting, he considered a typhoon warning's validity while the sky was still particularly clear. Though blinking twice, maybe being dizzy did more than just disorient him. Eventually he got the sense to sit up, an imprint on the sandy beach being the only proof of his existence in the first place. Letting out an exasperated sigh, he stood back up to his full height. Moving back towards the bags, if he wanted to maintain his sanity he quickly realized he'd have to come up with exciting ways to pile these things on. There was tornado style, catapult style, plow style, frisbee style, soccer style and monkey style. Bringing a hand up to his chin, he looked over towards Duke. " I need your opinion on this, I have a bunch of different styles of piling up I want to try. From some as simple as catapult style to others as complicated as monkey style or frisbee style. So out of the following list which sounds the best; catapult style, plow style, frisbee style, soccer style and monkey style? Sorry if it seems like a weird question, but if I just keep spinning I'm going to submit my letter of resignation on life due to boredom." He said, walking towards the pile. While he waited for an answer, he figured he could at least start to throw bags haphazardly into the mass. That is to say while precise, he was just kind of lobbing them one by one in as unenthusiastic of a way possible. " So, Duke Luciferous Satan. While we're here we might as well have a talk. What is it that attracts you to fighting so much? Is it the idea of pushing the boundaries of what is believed to be possible? If so, why specifically martial arts and not the pursuit of science, or the discovery of magic around the world? Why do you want to know what lies behind the many unknown gates of martial arts? So much so, that you invited me to some paradise for martial artists, paraphrasing with that." Bass said, chucking another bag. "I was especially confused when you said you had no personal interest in getting stronger yourself, despite your obvious potential for it. I pursue strength because it's what is natural to me. Plus, if I'm being honest with you and myself, to make those that assume they're on thrones of power weak at the knees when they see me. King Piccolo is one of those people, it's only a matter of time until the things I do in the world draw the attention of influential figures. After all, we all share the same planet." He said, foot tapping down on the ground below. Taking in a deep breath, he sighed softly.
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