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Post by killeroftheminge on Dec 8, 2019 1:52:47 GMT
All of the pieces began to move at once as the group reacted immediately. The creatures, quickly surmised to be a Swarm-based Stand, were walled off by both Dante and Johannes working in tandem. The door was sealed shut as Johannes let loose a deafening explosion inside of it, creating the equivalent of a contained bomb that rumbled across the entire building. While the floor didn't break (much to Johannes' chagrin) it seemed as if they had put a stop to the attack. Now all that would need to commence is to search for the User, though that might be easier said than done. Lance and Allen managed to catch up, barely catching a glimpse before they felt Johannes' 44 Minutes make quick work, Merle huffing and puffing behind them both only a few minutes later. "*wheeze* *Huff* What the...what the hell is goin...whew, what the hell is goin' on?! Since when do we-" Merle's words were cut short as his eyes wander over to the rattled but still standing doorway...and the blood pooling out from beneath it. The rest followed suit, catching sight of a deep, thick, encroaching lake of blood that was seeping out from underneath the doorway. On the other side the whine and scratches of twisted metal could be heard, along with the crackling and tearing of some vaporized meat. The homeless man had been fried... "What the hell is all of that? What did you all do?" Merle's question couldn't be answered, as the door rattled on its hinges. THUNK! Near the bottom of the door, the gleam of something sharp and metallic peaked through, a thin blade eating through a burnt door before pulling back for another chop. THUNK! On the other side, the metallic scratches of tiny legs tapping across a linoleum floor were becoming louder. Not many Swarm stands could be that resilient could they... Oh, Dante, Lance. How precious your ignorance; in many ways you truly are children just by how much you do not know. Or, perhaps it's by what you refuse to know? At any rate, you cannot stop mere hatred with such a flash bomb as Johannes' power. While destructive, it does nothing to the spirit, the spirit of those constantly downtrodden. We speak of how like insects our enemies are, about how the lowly are like the worms that burrow through dirt. It is only Fallbrook, even you, that should know just how powerful the fury of the worm truly is, and how its hatred for those above it is infinite. This is the nature of the Scuttles, and their never ending fight against those that would look down upon them. A clattering from the other side of the door could also be heard, along with a rapid tapping through the walls. Just like bugs, they were making their ways into the walls... Thankfully, Allan and Lance had taken precautions for such a thing. It was only moments later that a stream of half-melted and misshapen metal began to fall into Black Box Messiah, the two astounded by just how well their plan had worked. Perhaps this was the chance to go on the offensive, if they could catch this "stand-users" stand so easily... Sizzle
The two could see a small column of smoke rising from the floor, both eyes being drawn down to see singed droplets in the worn, shaggy carpet beneath them. Their eyes wandered up to see something hanging about in the shadows of the high ceiling above, and all at once they could hear something else. A wet, choking slurping. It almost looked like a man, but the more they could see, the less human it truly was. A head seemingly drawn out almost into a needle, hands fused together in a horrid excess of flesh, and a skin so thin, with a body so emaciated, they could see ribs pushed against it. And aside from that, a long, slimy red tongue was dangling mere inches from Allan's face, dripping onto the carpet and eating away at the rug... Darian managed to bust into the hotel at this exact moment, his eyes barely able to come to terms with what was on the ceiling. Was that a Stand too? It was the strangest one he had ever seen...
Syd Barrett continued in cautionary steps towards the lower floors of the hotel, careful not to make too much noise to anything that might draw their attention back here. By his estimation, he had made it to the 4th floor. Only a few more now... As if on cue, his courage was to be tested as he caught a brief glimpse of something white in the corner above the stairs, silently choking and fidgeting as it seemed to be waiting for something to approach. At the sight of Barrett, it gave a deep moan of effort before crawling along the wall, disappearing down the stairway corridor... Your escort, Syd Barrett. As I have said, Fallbrook is watching over you. You cannot fail if you have it by your side. "Y-yeah...yeah, of course..." Syd says, stammering on the words and having to take a moment to steel his nerves before following after the thing. The sight of it left him in momentary doubt, but the voice, Fallbrook, continued to whisper his destiny. Even if he was with strange beasts, he couldn't stop now...
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Post by RaptorAttacks on Dec 8, 2019 4:21:26 GMT
"It'll take too long to give you the full version, so here's the cliff notes: saw a fire, met a homeless man, got information from said homeless man, then extinguished the flame. Then, these... Scuttles? Start crawling out from the pipes. Bastards stuck a sharp edge into the poor fool before we could stop it. That about gets us up to the present." Dante ran through the simple version of the events, mostly for the benefit of Merle and those otherwise not present. He could get into the specifics later. As the voice within his mind finished it's speech, he glanced over to Lance - a simple gesture to check that he received the same mental message as him. Yet it was that simple shifting of the eyes that allowed him to catch the grotesque sight of the flesh beast and it's tongue.
Instinctively, he leapt backwards, trying to put distance between him and the new threat. Fire and Brimstone's arms stretched out, firing a mad spray of bullets towards the creature. Accuracy was forsaken in the name of speed, resulting in little more than covering fire, but it would likely be more than enough to provide his companions time to react accordingly. Meanwhile, he had a free moment to think upon the mysteries building around them. Getting to the truth was proving difficult, and they likely wouldn't have the time to search the entire building, especially with the rapidly rising number of threats.
A more direct approach was in order.
What makes you think that Syd Barrett is the saviour of Fallbrook? There's more than one way to ignite a flame, as you surely know. After all, I have a fire stand of my own. What makes you think that Syd Barrett can cleanse this town of sin, and I can't?
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Post by rigarna on Dec 8, 2019 5:09:37 GMT
Although shaken up by the bullets, Allen did know one thing, He was terrified of this thing. Questions and questions went in his head as the fear in him grew stronger and stronger. What was this thing? How did it become this thing? Did anyone, or anything, create this thing? It was enough for a normal man to break down, but not Allen, cause he had two advantages against this thing. Those being his quick wits, and a Stand.
Allen took out his gun and, a bit hesitantly, he aimed it at the creature above him and pulled the trigger. BANG! BANG! He looked in awe for a moment as the bullets, both from him and Fire and Brimstone, whizzed towards the monster, but that feeling left him after a second. With the tongue right in front of him, R.B put both of it's hand around it and had an iron grip on it. "Sorry if this troubles you with killing this monster Dante, just feel like bullets isn't the only thing that's gonna kill it."
R.B then proceeded to yank this hell spawns tongue with all of it's force, trying to make it fall on the ground so others could help him, and Dante.
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Post by thefirstnapkin on Dec 8, 2019 23:57:34 GMT
"YIKES!"
Lance jumped to the side, out of the way of the tongue and momentarily considered attacking the creature with Black Box Messiah, but then thought better of it. He was more needed in containing the swarm, and there wasn't much that he could do that the other three users couldn't. He kept up BBM's open end and let the Scuttles fall or drip into it one after another after another.
"I'll let you gents take care of... ...that thing... I'll take care of the Scuttles on this end."
"Oi," he whispered to the spirit. "It isn't so much how much we don't know, or how much we refuse to know, but how much you refuse to tell us. What. Is. Going. On?!"
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Post by The World Opener on Dec 9, 2019 2:45:26 GMT
“Vell there was a stand that was a veritable army of slicy staby things so I blasted them to hell and back.” Johannes crossed his arms as he was accused baselessly. “ the floor is durable. Surprisingly still standing after a blast from 44 Minutes.” Though the continued persistence of the newly named Scuttles caused the massive form of 44 Minutes to cross it’s arms. “ you know what? I think I have an instant fix for this disgusting freak show.” Johannes ran his hands through his hair. His stand’s jaw snapping open as energy surged over it’s body, and this time no water was ther to weaken it. “ you should evacuate...” Johannes warned as the air hummed violently. “44 Minutes, Endgame!” With a deep roar began erupting into an expanding field of pure conclusive power, boards splintered, furniture shattered, nothing would be left standing if 44 Minutes had it’s way.
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Post by thefirstnapkin on Dec 12, 2019 16:44:49 GMT
"What are you doing... ...whatareyoudoingwhatareyoudoingwhatareyoudoingwhatareyoudoingwhatareyouDOIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING?!!!!!"
Lance moved back quickly as the earth began to shake.
"I suppose that if you only have a hammer, everything looks like a nail, but still..."
Lance recalled Black Box Messiah just before the field reached it, then sprinted to the nearest doorway. This house was liable to collapse, and Lance wanted to get out of there as quickly as possible if stuff started happening. Even so, he guessed that The Scuttles would still be alive at the end of this, and he worried about how he was going to deal with them without any choke points to force them through.
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Post by killeroftheminge on Dec 15, 2019 3:04:23 GMT
With a horrid screech and a gurgle as Allen yanked on its tongue, the creature on the ceiling was torn through by the bullets. With a sickening thud, it fell in a heap on the carpeted floor, its long tongue lolling and coiling amongst itself alongside it, burning into the carpet. Allen would notice the slight stinging in his hands, looking to behold a number of blisters. Some kind of acid, most likely. Blood, nearly black, started soaking into the floor around it, the creature shifting slightly as it lay in agony. Well, at least they weren't that durable. Still, they couldn't help but feel that was too close of a call...
Of course, some of the crew had bigger ideas. 44 Minutes, glowing with power, began to surge as it pointed it's attack at the very foundations of the building itself. It seems as if Johannes wasn't one to fool around; a helpful personality, but also somewhat reckless, as the crew only had mere moments to escape from the crumbling building.
"You goddamn psychopath! Everyone, nearest exit!" Merle calls out, pulling Lance away from the wall and the stream of Scuttles, all of which started to fall with a clanging onto the floor before being crushed by loose rubble. Everyone's escape plan led them back out to the exit, Merle clearly the most out of breath as he sucked at the (slightly less stale) air of The Barrows.
"*Huff huff* Okay...now...now that we're not about...to die....HAVE YOU LOST YOUR FUCKIN' MIND?!" Merle shouts, charging up to Johannes and pulling on the collar of the man's shirt. Sure, such an action was foolhardy. Even if Merle couldn't see Stands, he just saw what Johannes' was capable of, but the rest could hear it in the grizzled man's tone; he was furious.
"That was just about the dumbest thing you could've done! And with so little warning, are you kidding me?! You're lucky there were no civilians around, you were lucky none of us were caught by something! Not to mention, Syd Barret could've been in there! We could've gotten him in custody, but you just leveled it like it was nobody's business! Now we ain't got shit on all those stolen goods, AND we got no idea on that weird cult shit Lance and Allen found! Bet you didn't know about that shit, didya mister dynamite?! I don't need this shit! First metal goddamn bugs and weird monsters, the last thing I need is some maniac that levels buildings!"
Merle's ranting and raving was echoing across the street, the rest wondering how long he'd go until he'd need a smo-wait. Did he just say metal bugs? Merle saw them? Syd Barrett cursed inwardly to himself. No sooner had he gotten to the second floor, he heard the commotion from downstairs. Surely he could just find some sort of window to jump out of; he didn't need to engage these weirdos, he just had to escape. But, if they seemed strong before, nothing prepared him for their pure destructive force as he heard some sort of yelling and then a powerful trembling. The hotel was coming down.
Syd Barrett panics as he scrambles down the steps, just barely missing the crew as they leave. His throat catches as he sees the creature from beforehand, lying in a pool of its own darkened blood with some hideous red tongue slowly slithering back into its tubed face. A drop of a boulder removes the sight, replacing it with a pulverized corpse. The exits were starting to close off, and the more dead ends he hit, the more Syd Barrett began to feel uneasy. Is this where it ends? He was so useless he didn't even die to these fools directly; they killed him completely by accident! His thoughts of self pity are dashed for a moment as he hears the tapping of something metallic against the splintered wooden floor. He looks down, eyes widening as he sees the limping figures of the Scuttles. The very sight of them made his skin crawl, the young man backing against the wall in an effort to put distance between them, but the Scuttles only continue their advance. A few reach his feet, and before he can scream, they lift him onto their backs. The sudden jolt of movement causes the man to fall onto his buttocks, his fall broken (or rather, made worse) by landing on the backs of more of those horrid little metal insects. The cacophony of scraping metal was ringing in his ears as he felt himself rushed towards the wall of rubble near the side of the building. These things were going to dash him against the stone work! However, a few of the bugs charged forward; rhinocerous beetles it almost seemed like, but where a horn typically was, he saw rapid fire pistons already in motion. The second they hit the wall, the bugs set to work, and several more crawled over Syd to act as some sort of barrier between him and the falling debris.
Whatever should happen, Syd Barrett, you are the chosen one. It is as was said: Fallbrook loves you, and Fallbrook shall protect you.
With a plume of dust and pebbles, Syd Barrett and the Scuttles manage to burst into the street. Syd takes a moment to let the ringing stop before slowly opening his eyes. He was on the bare street now, looking at the assortment of Scuttles that had gathered around him. Some limping, others ready for combat. Some broken and warped, others shining and pristine. They...they were waiting on him? Almost as if to bring the point closer to home, the bugs began to scrap their legs against the concrete, almost as a sort of applause. He felt like a king; a king to metallic bugs, sure, but still, Syd couldn't remember the last time anybody clapped for him. He had spent his whole life invisible, without any sort of drive, but now...he knew these things were waiting on his words. He knew that they were waiting for him...
His epiphany is short-lived as he caught sight of his surroundings...and the police crew, standing in the street, all of them noticing his entrance.
"...Well, okay, I can let you off this one time. *Ahem,* Syd Barrett! In the name of the Fallbrook PD, you're under arrest! Come quietly and we can guarantee to make this easy on ya! You just saw what one of us can do, kid; don't push your luck!" Merle says, shouting across the street for emphasis. Talk about lucky.
"Sh-shit! I don't...I don't know what to...what do I do?! What do you want from me!" Syd says, speaking frantically as he looks about. If he could just make it to the alleyways; they were like a maze, maybe he could escape, but where would he go?
To the trees, Syd. The forest; the genesis of Fallbrook. The place where fire can take its own roots.
"The...the forest...yea...yeah, I think...I think I get ya," Syd says, slowly standing up. If Fallbrook wanted him to go to the forest, he'd honor it. There was the subject of how to get past these guys, though. What was it expecting from him?! He was just a loser; he couldn't even keep his girlfriend around, losing her to some old broad-
Human value is wasted on you, Syd Barrett! She could not see what you were capable of; you did not at that point either. Syd, you must listen. Not only is this Fallbrook whispering to your heart, it is you itself. You are so much more, Syd Barrett. You are capable of so much; do not break Fallbrook's heart and give up. It loves you and knows what you can do, knows the power of your Eternal Flame. You must show it...you must let it burn bright! Be the kindling that will bring forth a new world! Fallbrook is here with you; you cannot fail!
"You...you think so?" Syd says, whispering to himself as the Scuttles begin chattering, slowly approaching the group.
Escape to the forest, Syd. Your element will allow them to see your true power, not in this world built on the blood and toil of man. Escape to nature, where we all learned to frolic and dream once. Then, you will be unstoppable.
"...O-okay. Okay. I'll do it. I have to," Syd says, his hand reaching out as the group sees something shining inside. A lighter with a skull embedded in its body, deep purple veins pulsing all around it as the man bring his thumb to the roller. "I...I believe in me...cause I am loved....Fallbrook loves me...and I...I'm not going to let anyone take that from me! ETERNAL FLAME!"
A geyser of flame bursts forth, a spout dancing and flickering in his hands as the group caught sight of the charred shape they saw back at the mansion. With a push against its confines, a ball of fire shoots forth, arcing through the air before splashing against the rubble of the building. Was he just a terrible shot? No. The group could feel it, the sensation of something moving within. Slowly, with a snapping sound, piles of wood began to wriggle from the rubble, each jagged edge caught in a flame as they pointed themselves at the group. This was it, Eternal Flame's ability! The wooden spires shot forth at the group, seeking to impale them, all the while the other Scuttles raced across the street towards them. In the midst of it all, Syd Barrett made a getaway for the nearest alleyway. If I can lose them...if I can just get to the forest on the outskirts, I'll be safe. I'll be unstoppable. Fallbrook said so...so I have to put my trust in it! I won't fail!
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Post by RaptorAttacks on Dec 15, 2019 17:46:48 GMT
Dante wasn't exactly pleased with Johannes' destructive method of dealing with their problems. Fortunately, it had the side effect of delivering Syd Barrett straight to them. Brushing the rubble and dust off of his jacket, the poet looked across at the thug, surrounded by the odd chittering bugs. It seemed for a moment that the criminal might have came peacefully, only for him to bring out his Eternal Flame, igniting the nearby rubble and turning it against the investigation team.
"If you won't come peacefully, then you'll come in a casket."
Dodging to the left, Dante managed to avoid the majority of the burning stake, though it still managed to scrape his shoulder. The joint burning and bleeding stung, but the wound to his pride if he allowed Syd to get away would be a whole lot worse. Performing a cautious scan of the area, he looked for any environment advantage, eventually settling on the various broken and run-down buildings. Running over to the nearest one, he glanced over to the rest of the group, Fire and Brimstone firing a spray of shots to ward away any loose scuttles.
"I'll chase after him! Johannes, launch me up!"
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Post by rigarna on Dec 16, 2019 0:41:11 GMT
With quick thinking, Allen quickly lifted the bottom of the beret towards one of the pieces of that was about to pierce his upper torso. The wood flew forwards and then halted the second it landed in the beret. Then the rest of the flying wooden chunks and pieces that were flying towards the rest of his partners, all came together to create another golem. "Sucks that I have only five bullets left, but, I think R.B here can do more than enough."
The golem stomped it's way over to the tiny bugs and lifted it's leg up and then back down, crushing any of the bugs under it. The golem continued to this stomping motion on any bugs that got into its path. While R.B was having fun squashing the tiny bugs that came forwards, Allen rushed forward and leaped onto the wooden beast. He grabbed onto parts that stuck out of it's back and climbed onto it's shoulders. Now, he felt a little bit safer from the swarm of bugs that were attacking him.
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Post by thefirstnapkin on Dec 16, 2019 7:46:43 GMT
Lance jumped at the sight of the high-velocity debris, but quickly went into action. He caught a spire with BBM, then another, then another, but not all of the incoming debris was large enough to be easily visible. Lance started getting hit by some of the smaller splinters that came too fast and too small to catch. After momentarily wincing in pain as his arms, torso, and face began to bleed, he decided to change tactics and instead use some of the fire hose water he had acquired to blow away incoming posts. But then the wood stopped coming as it converged to create a giant Raspberry Beret. Even the splinters embedded in him shot out and joined the golem. It was unpleasant, to be sure, and there was a whole lot more bleeding than Lance would have cared for, but it was a whole lot better than having the wood stay in him.
"Nice work!" Lance had to admit, that was a very clever application of the stand's power. Well done. But no time for celebration.
Lance turned his attention to pursuing the infamous Syd Barrett, who seemed to be now more of a pawn than a criminal, but still dangerous. He raced head on, ignoring his pain, into the midst of the Scuttles, using the fire hose water he had acquired to blow a path through them so he could run into the alley in pursuit of the user of Eternal Flame. The power seemed to be triggered or contained within the lighter. If he could just get that lighter away from him...
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Post by killeroftheminge on Dec 17, 2019 23:07:50 GMT
Raspberry Beret led the onslaught, Merle caught by surprise at the appearance of a wooden golem. This must've been one of the exceptions Dolce had told him about before he...well, before he showed a different side of him. Nevertheless, it was welcome help, and it was doing a way better job than his measly standard issue pistol. Merle hit the deck as the wooden beams started flying through the air, the flaming pieces threatening to impale or burn him. The others were making due in their own way, and two of them already took off for Syd. He'd have to leave it in their hands for now...
"Don't let him get away! We'll catch up!"
Raspberry Beret's lumbering gait crushed a number of the metallic bugs, but it was getting harder and harder to stay ahead of them. A few had managed to crawl up the golem's ankle, clacking their mandibles of steel/bottle openers as they made their way towards Allen. He looked close to see that a few were digging their jaws into the golem itself, in an attempt to whittle down their opposition. Buggers were smarter than they looked...
Meanwhile, Lance dashed into the alleyway after Syd. Was this a good idea? Perhaps not, but there was no turning back now! Syd Barrett was almost within grasp; not bad for a first mission! They'd be able to nab their perp with ease, and he'd be able to question him on just what that stuff in his room was.
Lance took the next corner at a hard right, ready to sprint before running right into some length of rope. An especially warm and stretchy rope. A warm, stretchy, WET rope that was currently stinging like crazy...
Uh oh.
Hearing that familiar gurgling, choking sound, Allen could feel the entirety of his upper body colliding with strands of ropey tongues, and casting his eyes around, he could see that it was like he had run into a nest of them. Those...things from the hotel were here, three of them, and the air in the alley seemed to chill him right to the bone as they all pointed their milky white eyes at their prey.
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Post by rigarna on Dec 18, 2019 2:04:53 GMT
Well, this is a very dangerous situation for Allen and Lance. Not only were the bugs getting closer to gnawing his golems legs off, but now Lance was being strangled with a tongue that came from a hell spawn. Without really thinking, Allen unconsciously made the wooden golem rotate it's body around to face the Monsters and started to run to them. It grabbed one part of one of the three tongues, that wasn't wrapped around Lance, and began to tear it off. Blood splattered from the tongue, getting in Allen's left eye. The golem was now shaking it's legs to take care of the bugs on it and crushed more under it's feet. The tongue ripped more and more until-SNAP, the tongue was torn off. One down, two to go.
The golem grabbed another demon's tongue and began to bend it. It stopped to where the tongue was folded and it began to tear that little fold straight off the tongue. That little fold was easily torn off and there only remained a little sliver of the tongue connecting it. The golem easily snapped it off. Only one more left now.
Allen was still holding onto the golem's back and the tongues were pulled back with it. The golem, repeated the same process as before, fold a part of it in half, and pull it off. Just like last time, there was part of the tongue still connected, although the tongue that was connected was a bit thicker than last time. Now, say it with me now folks, the golem began to tear off the remaining part of the tongue. The tongues of the three demons were all torn off, yay, and Allen let out a deep sigh and the golem, held onto the tongue of the last monster. "Time to swing this motherfucker around like a god damn carousel!"
The golem did just that, he began to swing the demon around by it's tongue. It lifted the creature up and then swung it towards one of the monsters. The two creatures slammed into each other and the golem lifted this beast back up by it's tongue and slammed it into the other monster that almost killed him. He held the monsters tongue by it's left hand as it grabbed one of the other monsters tongues in the other hand. It shifted the tongue into the left hand with the other tongue. It repeated this process for the third tongue as well.
With it's free hand, the golem shifted it's arm back and cupped Allen. It ran back to the bugs as it shook and crushed the bugs that were still on it's legs. Allen hopped down and had a big smirk across his face. "I sure hope this works."
The golem used both of it's hands to hold onto the tongues and began to swing them back and forth on the ground, trying to kill the bugs that got into their path. Allen, created a makeshift flail with Lickers form Resident Evil 2 a bunch of demons that almost strangled Lance.
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Post by thefirstnapkin on Dec 18, 2019 4:30:48 GMT
"GAAAAAA! What th- -BLACK BOX MESSIAH!!!!!"
Well, he wasn't expecting this to come in handy so soon, but if it worked, it worked. BBM launched the flaming posts it had caught straight up each of the three monster's throats. Three posts for three throats, and each going at what seemed to be 80 ish km/h if he judged it right.
"Take THAT!"
If it took care of them, he'd move on, but with BBM at the ready to blast more tongues out of the way if need be with fire hydrant water. Now that he knew to expect them, he could prepare for these uncanny creatures.
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Post by The World Opener on Dec 23, 2019 3:08:30 GMT
As the group ran for their lives from 44 Minutes' power Johannes laughed like a maniacal fiend. Remaining close to his stand as he brought down the building Johannes Reveled on the obiteration of the building, the disgusting undead thing and everything around him. After the last of the rubble fell the deranged man began walking away from the blast zone only to be grabbed by the Detective. "Am I crazy? Maybe? Though every crazed person will say no. Because to them they are sane but the rest of the world is crazy. And I highly doubt that this "Sid" would let something as simple as a collapsing building kill him. I mean his stand withstood a direct hit from my 44 Minutes so a falling building is nothing."
Wait... did he notice Scuttles? 44 Minutes let out a loud hiss as the rubble shifted. "Oh look that that! I was right!" Johannes yelled before the detective issued his warning. "And fair warning that's not even my strongest attack." He said as energy surged along 44 Minutes's arms as it struck an offensive pose. "Or you could..." Johannes was interrupted by the burning tree spikes that his stand pushed hin out of the way from, it's hand getting pierced for it trouble. Though the energy surrounding it caused the root to shatter and splinter like glass, a small cut appearing on Johannes' hand.
"...Die horribly!" Johannes hissed venomously. Energy charged over 44 Minutes' back "jump on this!" Johannes yelled as his stand broke root after root. "I call dibs on turning him into a bloody smear!"
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Post by RaptorAttacks on Dec 23, 2019 5:45:05 GMT
Dante prepared himself to be launched up to the rooftops... only for that moment to never arrive. All things considered, it was likely his fault for trusting the dangerous psychopath who just took down the building with them still inside. In fact, it was probably for the best that Johannes didn't cooperate - it likely would have ended with Dante being splattered against the nearest wall. Still, the whole endeavour was a waste of time, and with Syd Barrett currently fleeing and the horde of scuttles approaching, it was a particularly obnoxious series of events. It seemed a different plan was in order.
Unfortunately, thinking of a different plan was difficult with such tight time constraints. Cursing under his breath, Dante decided to follow the simplest plan he could think of - following the others. While they were busy screwing around with those strange flesh creatures, he would continue to chase Syd. As he sprinted past Raspberry Beret and Black Box Messiah and turned the corner, he kept an eye out for the mark. Syd seemed somewhat scrawny, and if Max was to be believed, he had something wrong with his legs. That meant that with any luck, he would be able to catch up to the thief and fill him with bullets before he could lose them within the wreckage of the Barrows.
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