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Post by MoeSenpai on Sept 2, 2018 18:07:47 GMT
Michelle stood there in awe while the mysthical beast was flying in circles. Obviously it wasn't that nice to look at it, considering it was half human and... well, half moth. And yet there was some sort of elegance when the beast suddenly landed and spread it's wings. Michelle held her breath, unable to muster the will to even make a tiny peep. She was just too scared of... it! Whatever this monster was! Slowly she began to crawl backwards, her eyes still fixated at the moth. She didn't dare to show it her back. Who knows what would happen? Especially because the whole atmosphere got heavier and heavier each second.
Suddenly Michelle had a vision. What was that? Were those memories? A message? Whatever it meant, it didn't seem like Mothman was particularly fond of what was happening here. THat was when she heard it. It was only one word, but almost enough that Michelle's heart simply stopped beating. Before she knew it she picked the skunk and was on her way away from here when suddenly the man from before yelled something incomprehensible and began hitting himself with his weapon. Michelle didn't pay any what happened to that man, because she was more fixated on the creature, who was just staring at her right now. Michelle just looked at the being for a second... considering her options... She could either try to take it down, try to talk with it or just get the hell away from here... Considering what this creature was exactly she simply chose option three, turned around and quickly hobbled away. She fell on her knees one, two times, since she was still a little bit tired from the last fight, but she gave her best to escape from the place.
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Post by killeroftheminge on Sept 2, 2018 18:41:31 GMT
"Jesus..." Adeline breathes, gazing into the bag and at the other assortment of pills. What the hell was this, was Dolce popping these into some sort of stupor? Was he getting them for someone else...were they even for Dolce?
"No, this is a dead end," She says bluntly, outright lying to Marty. A dangerous move, but one she felt was warranted. Somehow, she didn't think it was a good idea to let him know where Dolce could be or what he was doing. But, the pills themselves could be useful...somewhat.
"I'll just hang on to these," she says, taking one bottle while leaving the rest for the hospital to use. They could probably find more use out of it than her, but it didn't hurt to keep a hand on the evidence. "Maybe someone can give me something else," she mutters, making a small gesture to the doctor and nurse, one that made it clear: Keep Quiet. She thanks them before turning back to Marty, still avoiding eye contact.
"Well, is that it? I'm busy helping you out."
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Post by dad on Sept 2, 2018 22:55:15 GMT
Dolce, unlike what Monks had predicted, was smiling when the man fired a bullet at him. Of course, Monks missed on purpose, hitting a rock instead. The bullet ricocheted, heading straight into a mine.
"Monks, thank you."
BOOM!
An immense explosion occurred, knocking Monks and his pets a few feet back. It was definitely less powerful than he had imagined. Had Dolce actually used a mine from the war, Monks was quite sure that he wouldn't have survived. He thanked Dolce for being cheap, although he still wondered why the chief had thanked him before perishing. Either way, the other mines were probably a bluff, otherwise they would have exploded. Dolce had only kept mines next to him? That was odd. Monks wasn't actually trapped at all then. Had the chief just run out of budget?
click
"Hola, amigo." Monks' body went cold as he felt something metallic press next to his temple. He glanced to his side, noticing that a classic gun was pointed at him. A colt revolver. Its barrel spun as he ignored it and focused more on the owner of the pistol. Monks' skin went pale as he almost felt like passing out. Some sort of...demonic creature was standing right next to him. It was dressed old American style, wearing a poncho and cowboy gear. However, traces of Inca and older civilizations could be seen. It wore a necklace of skulls and strange looking bracelets. Even worse was the face of the creature: A skull filled with burning hatred glared at him despite the lack of pupils. It snickered, its bones chattering as it did.
"So, you killed Dolce, yes? I see. Well, you've fallen right into his trap." The creature murmured, spinning the gun's barrel yet again. Ayida could see the strange looking being, but KitKat and Vicar could not. The two critters were digging around, still searching for the nonexistent mines! "You see, you've awoken a cruel Stand. Swansong is the name. Yes, I am a Stand and you can see me. I always let my marks witness their impending doom, you know? Think of it as a calling card." He explained. So, this was a Stand? Monks had never seen one, but were they all this talkative?
"I'm a Stand born from mister Domenico Dolce's death. It's confusing, but don't worry about the details, muchacho. Either way, I carry senor Dolce's regrets. He has tasked me to kill you. But as an envoy of death and justice, I must make sure that my bullet is fair..." Swansong muttered. "Do you remember how Dolce died? Kaboom, yep? Died in an explosion, sure did. Well, let me explain my ability: You cannot escape from me, no matter how hard you try. You also cannot hurt me, not even with the help of your flea filled mutt over there. I will only leave if you answer a single question: What was Dolce's cause of death? If you answer correctly, I will disappear and you will be freed from my influence. Answer incorrectly...And you will receive Dolce's punishment sixfold. Also, Dolce will return to life." Punishment? What did he mean? Perhaps...Monks would receive Dolce's cause of death several times? That meant several explosions...
"Also, I'm quite the busy Stand. You either solve this in six minutes..." Swansong raised his revolver to the sky before suddenly firing. "...Or I just blow your brains out myself. One bullet for one minute! Five bullets left!" This was bad, Monks was on a clock. However, the riddle seemed rather simple. Dolce obviously died to an explosion, that was sure.
"Argh! You--" Moma muttered, his legs being electrocuted by Isabella's Stand. "Respect your elders! Of course I didn't fool around with my ability back then, I'm not an impulsive idiot like today's youth! Back then, Stand abilities were seen as something inhuman. I was treated as a monster for most of my life..." He explained, reminiscing his past before realizing that he was still in a fight. "Unfortunately, you will never understand. Only someone who has lived as long as me could!" Moma shouted, suddenly diving towards a tall building. They were about to crash! "And I'm afraid that your time is up!"
The man suddenly removed his plane parts, returning to human form as components now appeared on his feet. A wide board emerged as Isabella realized that Moma was now piloting a...skateboard?! He landed on the building, now skating downwards with impeccable precision. He wasn't falling off! Isabella wondered how he had escaped the grasp of her legs before the woman realized that her car parts had now turned into skateboard parts as well. As she slid down the building, she realized that balance was key. If she lost it, she would fall off the building and reach her untimely death. The fearsome Moma was challenging her to a skating competition.
"Die!" Moma growled, crashing into Isabella with his board and trying to push her off.
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Post by ToledoJones on Sept 2, 2018 23:49:23 GMT
Monks barely had time to register the seemingly small explosion before he felt a gun to his head. Dolce? No, he couldn’t have moved that fast if he tried, not without a stand.
So just who was it? What was it? Thankfully, the creature was chatty. It claimed to be a stand, Monks didn’t really try to refute this. Instead he listened to what it had to say. His time would be better used answering its question. “How did he die?” Monks repeated, trying to think how it could be a trick.
Ayida let out a deep growl and assumed a low stance, as though ready to pounce at the thing. The meaning of this growl was beyond words and would no doubt confuse the coon and cat. Monks tried to calm her down, he took the stand its word as crazy as it sounded. “It’s okay, girl. I can handle this.” He wasn’t so sure if he could, but he knew that there could only be some crazy explanation as to why Dolce had dragged him to out here, he and this stand could have killed him at any point but they didn’t intend to do so.
Five minutes. Well, a little less now. He had time to think. What trick could Dolce have pulled? What had he said before Monks pulled the trigger?
Losing my own future feels as painful as being torn to pieces. Dolce’s words echoed in his head... Monks hadn’t given this much thought before, but now it seems like he knew how he would die. But it couldn’t be that simple. Monks dropped his gun and pulled out his flask and took a long sip of his whisky. Maybe it would help him think, or maybe it was a last drink. What future did Dolce mean?
Monks didn’t know Dolce well enough to answer. There was something else. There had to be. if this will let me get it back....I am more than willing to be dyed in black! Monks had already shifted his view on this phrase from racism to Com Truise, but what if it was a little of both? Could Dolce be intending to take his future back by becoming black? By becoming Monks? He shook his head, this was getting him nowhere and slowly. He needed an answer.
Dolce had set all of this up, who knows how long in advance. There could have been dozens of secret ways he planned himself to die. Monks didn’t have much to go on... He didn’t know enough about Dolce to form a profile on him. He’s been to his house twice... He’d learned that Dolce was into myths, didn’t eat super healthy and had a pill problem? Monks didn’t think he’d planned to kill himself with those, the timing wouldn’t be right. No, maybe the answer was the obvious: it was an explosion. But not from a mine! His shot had hit a rock! The explosion was too small! He had blown himself up with some lower grade explosives - that’s all that made sense.
“Fine,” Monks finally responded to the stand. “If I’m the one who killed Dolce then I did it the minute I stepped out here. There were no mines, my bullet hit nothing. I activated a smaller grade explosive cache that Dolce had hidden earlier.” Monks stammered through this, piecing together the scene himself, bit by bit. It all added up as far as he could tell, Dolce boldly strode through the mine field because there were no mines. He went to that specific area because that’s where he planned his death. “That’s gotta be what happened.”
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Post by Warudo on Sept 3, 2018 0:01:42 GMT
Abel thought that he would be putting himself into a commanding position by grabbing this guy's hand. This was not the case, as it seemed this guy was completely unaffected by his strength. Abel's indignant expression turned to one of confusion at this development. Abel was easily one of the most physically powerful stand users, so encountering someone that could just shrug off his grip wasn't good. This surprise was followed up by another one as this suave gentleman raised his leg in a lightning fast motion and axe-kicked Abel's arm. He grunted in pain as the blow's impact pierced his stand's armor, causing him to let go and take a step back. "The hell?"
Abel gave him too much room in his surprise, and the gentleman capitalized, taking off his jacket and throwing it at the blond brawler (leaving him bare-chested, with a body that Abel would probably respect in any other situation). The leather jacket wrapped around Abel unnaturally, restricting him and stopping his arms from moving. He grunted with effort at this, trying to rip out of the jacket as the man had all the cultist lackeys leave. his was probably his ability, controlling clothes?
When the cultists brought back soda it only got more confusing, the man's rambling doing nothing to alleviate Abel's curiosity as he struggled with the jacket. Things started to click into place however, when the guy launched his 'ineffective' attack at Grant. It just seemed like a disrespectful attack at first, but then the bottle caps started to reverse direction an dig into Grant. With the jacket clasps and the caps were trying to return to their original state. That sounded familiar to that case a while back with some guy who could close stuff. Was this Alex Kapranos? Probably, and if he had to guess the man was being boosted by Merry.
That didn't matter though, because now Alex was attacking Abel's new ally, and considering Grant's ability he would be crucial to getting to Betty and Marty with minimal resistance. That combined with the banging reminder that Isabella needed his help somewhere back down the hallway, got Abel into the right mood.
A scowl grew across his face as something akin to fighting spirit began to flow out of him. He suddenly flexed his back and arms, and with a great ripping noise the jacket that was restraining him was torn asunder. In silence he ripped the ruined article off of him with one arm and tossed it to the side, leaving him shirtless like Alex as he stood opposed to the man. "Who are you? You're an obstacle." Abel said, malice dripping in his voice. He took up a fighting stance, his arms raising to either side of his head with open hands, his stance adjusting to put his left foot forward. His stand's arms appeared over his, the golden hearts on the fists beginning to pulse with energy as Abel reactivated his ability. "So I need you to fuck off."
He lunged forward, switching feet as he closed the gap between the two of them. He was hoping that Grant was helping by now somehow, giving him a veil of some kind or illusion. Hell maybe even making him invisible. But just in case Grant was slow on the draw, Abel played it safe and went for a straight-kick, aimed to catch Alex in the chest. Quick, didn't leave many opening, and was difficult to catch, it was a good introductory attack to test the opponent's defenses, or deal some internal damage if those defenses were poor.
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Post by dad on Sept 3, 2018 1:11:19 GMT
"You got it wrong." Swansong replied, aiming the barrel of his gun right at Monks. Was it over? Was Monks going to die? The gun fired, but what hit Monks were not bullets or the explosions he so feared: A gigantic snake emerged from the barrel, wrapping itself around Monks before biting his neck. He felt something being injected in his body before the snake disappeared and Swansong cackled as his skull chattered.
"But let me give you the answer, just so you know that I'm fair. Dolce was actually tailing you the moment you left his house. When he saw you enter the cabin, the first thing he did was take a small, but lethal dosage of poison. It was a slow and painful death...Yet he endured every moment and hid it from you when you first met. Dolce planned on stalling for time, long enough for him to die and collapse on a mine, hiding his cause of death. The mine was next to the rock here, see?" Swansong pointed at the now destroyed shards that were resting around Dolce's corpse. "Thank God the poison kicked in before you shot the mine, otherwise his plan would have been ruined." He explained before pointing his gun at Monks himself.
"Anyways, you lost, pendejo. Right now, I've injected you with the same poison that Dolce took...times six. How long will you live, I wonder? Twenty minutes? Thirty minutes? It'll take a while, but it will be a painful and horrifying death, keheheheh. I think the hospital might have some antidotes however....If you can even make it out there alive. Adios, amigo! Fare thee well!" Swansong waved Monks goodbye before vanishing. The detective wondered what had happened as they clutched their chest and felt the poison burn them from the inside. Monks felt like puking before he heard some rocks move...
Dolce had gotten back up.
"So, I assume you've met Swansong, Monks?" Dolce asked, a gun in hand as he pointed at the downed african-american. "And I guess that you misinterpreted my death. That venom will be slow, Monks. Painful, even. Just let me put you to rest right now..." He said, descending like an angel of death as he pressed his gun next to Monks' forehead and spun the cylinder. He was about to pull the trigger...
"Miao miao miao! (Hey! Get your dirty paws off that meowster right now!)" KitKat growled, pouncing at Dolce and scratching him.
"Squeak squeak scree... (Beast! Protect your master for once instead of cowering behind him like a trained pet!)" Vicar incited Ayida from a distance, accusing her of being lazy while he himself hadn't done anything to help Monks so far.
"Ugh..." Dolce grunted, being forced back thanks to KitKat's efforts. "Well, if it's going to be like this...Then I too shall be foolish!" The chief smirked, putting the revolver inside his mouth and then opening his coat...
A whole load of dynamite was hidden in his clothes! Monks could have never imagined that Dolce would have employed such suicidal tactics against him. Dolce quickly started a timer on his explosive device before putting his gun in his mouth...
BANG!
A gunshot could be heard before the timer ended.
BOOM!
Monks, KitKat, Vicar and Ayida were propelled backwards, falling right into the peaceful river stream. Monks felt even more sick now, doused in cold water and filled with poison, but he could not give up now, not while he was dealing with such an odd fight. Dolce...He would fight even if it would end in his own death. Even if it meant dying multiple times.
"Hola, amigo!" There it was. Swansong soon reappeared next to Dolce, gun in hand as he pointed it at Dolce's temple. "Man, you really suck at protecting people, ya know? Detective mio culo." He spat before spinning his revolver around. "Alright, you know the drill: What was Dolce's cause of death? Six minutes, six bullets...That's how long you have." He threatened.
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Post by RockyRaccoon on Sept 3, 2018 2:31:30 GMT
Kyu only grew more annoyed as the cop shoved a banana in his mouth and he immediately spit out the contents before realizing that some of it had already gone inside his stomach. He started to immediately feel the effects of the banana until it shortly went away, it was then clear to the boy that staying here was no good and he had to do something fast “Hey, Mike before I eat this banana come check this out. I’ve got something to show you” He turned his attention towards Mike but before Mike could even give a proper response he quickly let out a powerful headbutt, even going as far as to summon Sukiyaki to strengthen as well as increase the speed of his attack. He was hoping this would be enough to make Mike stumble for a few seconds long enough to get him out from within his grasp. ’I don’t know what the hell is going on with Mike, but it’s now clear to me that I have to defeat him!’
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Post by hawaii117 on Sept 3, 2018 3:07:07 GMT
Isabella couldn't help but smirk when Moma responded to the zap she gave him. It was satisfying to her to hear his annoyance to say the least. "Being seen as inhuman and treated like a monster? Times haven't changed that much you oaf." Then she saw what was going on, they were being sent diving head first towards a rather tall building.
"Oh shit." Was all that the officer could muster as the building grew ever closer. In the next moment Isabella realized that Moma's airplane parts disappeared and were replaced with a skateboard? While her car parts were also replaced with a skateboard. She was sliding along, barely keeping her balance at first but quickly getting the hang of her new form of movement.
The officer was now in a skateboarding competition to the death. And Moma wanted to get this over with quickly, charging Isabella down. Going to crash into her and send her off of the building. "How about not today!" Isabella used Moma crashing into her to her advantage, by helping her jump up with his force. Before she spun slapping him with the back of her board then landing, quickly correcting her course and moving to an significantly "safer" area.
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Post by dad on Sept 3, 2018 12:09:16 GMT
"Hmm?" The handsome man, who was apparently Alex, raised their head upon hearing Abel's reply. "An obstacle? Hmmm...Nah nah, not quite..." He waved his finger around, as if completely oblivious to the smoldering pile of rage that was approaching him. Abel quickly attempted a kick on Alex's chest, trying to play it safe since he had already been caught off guard once. However, he was surprised once Alex smirked at him. The man clapped their hands...And then everything went black.
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Abel could still move, but his vision was gone! He couldn't see anything and his kick had failed. Instead, he was the one to receive the brunt of an attack, as he felt a painful blow to his leg. This caused him to stumble and fall down as his body gradually felt even more disorientated with the loss of one of its primary senses. Had Alex closed his eyes? "An obstacle? Think of me more as a wall..." Alex said with a laugh as Abel could hear something breaking in the distance. Something metallic. His eyes then flung open as he was forcefully raised up and shoved a jail cell door in his hands. Alex then clapped again as the door started to close, flying towards a cell and launching Abel inside of the cell as a result. It then closed itself, leaving Abel trapped inside.
Meanwhile, the caps that were penetrating Grant's body had finally stopped moving. However, several of them were still embedded in his flesh, so it hurt even to walk. Alex smugly walked towards Grant, thinking that the fight was already over. "Just give up man. I promise that you'll like it here. Probably better than staying at home and writing useless stuff." He called Grant's writing useless?
Moma was surprised as Isabella mastered the art of skating in a few seconds. The woman jumped, a risky maneuver that could have resulted in her death, but she succeeded. Moma received a hit to his back, almost causing him to lose balance while Isabella landed a few feet behind him. The race then continued with Moma clearly being the lead towards his impending demise since all that awaited at the end of the building was cold, hard floor. So, the one who remained first would lose?
"Ha!" Moma laughed, suddenly doing a back flip as he attempted to land behind Isabella. This was dangerous, since all it would take was a failed landing for the old man to fall down and die. However, they nailed it perfectly, grinding on the building's walls as they regained their balance. Isabella was now in the lead while Moma was second, the tables had turned! "You know nothing about me!" Moma spouted, replying to Isabella's words from earlier. Just how much had he been tormented in the past? "Now fall! Fall and die and ugly wench!" He shouted, tackling Isabella from behind and grabbing her in a bear hug. This seemed odd, since he wasn't exactly letting her fall, but Isabella soon understood the man's plan: While holding her in a hug, Moma suddenly raised the woman. All that was left to do was to throw Isabella upwards and have her splat on the floor.
"Sure what do ya--OW!" Mike grunted, being hit by a headbutt as his nose bled. He reflexively released his hold on Kyu, causing the other moth fanatics to raise their arms in rage. While Mike was recovering, the swarm of ex-cops suddenly attacked Kyu in unison. They punched, kicked and grappled at him, trying to hold him down and make sure he wouldn't leave. Kyu could definitely try to fight back, but he also wondered whether or not that was a good idea. It was clear that these guys were being controlled somehow. They were still cops, was Kyu really fine with hurting them? Heck, did he really want to fight Mike too? Either way, the swarm of cultists was overwhelming him with sheer numbers. Kyu wondered if even Sukiyaki was suffice in this state.
"What, still nothing about Dolce?" Marty asked, looking legitimately annoyed. "Man, you sure suck at detective work." He complained as he stroked his chin. While Adeline had succeeded in gaining more info about Dolce, she still wondered what Marty's plans were. Why was he after Dolce? Was he after Mothman too? What were his plans for Fallbrook? The more she started thinking about Marty's warped sense of justice, the less sense it started to make to her. Was he really trying to be an embodiment of justice?
"By the way, where's Michelle at? I haven't seen her in ages." Marty asked with a smug grin. Oh no he didn't. Was he really willing to stoop that low? Did he enjoy inciting Adeline's anger somehow? As he tempted her, Adeline suddenly heard a few lines coming from a nearby radio.
There have been reports...Of people committing mass murder...Near Fairhelm Road...The murderers...Killed themselves...
A mass murder occurring and Marty's gang wasn't acting on it? What was going on?
SCREEEE
Michelle could feel her blood running cold as Mothman started shrieking the moment she ran away. She barely covered a few feet as Mothman crossed the distance between them in an instant. Feelgood's disgusting aroma soon emerged, probably an untimely release due to how terrifying Mothman was. Mothman was unaffected, however, and he simply grabbed Michelle by the throat and raised her upwards. The girl feared for her life as the bug-like creature started tearing the bandages off her body. What was it going to do?
Michelle's arm was now exposed, several scars and slight burn marks still remaining on it. Mothman stared at the injuries with his ominous eyes before tears suddenly started emerging from the beast. It was...crying?
SCREEEEEE
Mothman shrieked once again, disorientating Michelle as he let her go and suddenly propelled himself towards the sky. He soared, flying above Fallbrook once again as he headed towards an unspecified location. Mothman had let her go? Why? Did it not murder all those cultists in cold blood? Michelle was struggling to comprehend the creature's motives, all that she knew was that it was somewhat sapient. Why did it cry? What did Michelle's injuries tell him?
Either way, the cultists were gone and Mothman had flown towards Fallbrook's center. Perhaps that was a trail worth following.
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Post by hawaii117 on Sept 3, 2018 16:45:41 GMT
Alright! Isabella was successful in her strike and landing after the attack. Wobbling slightly from an awkward landing but she quickly regained balance. So first to the bottom dies then... Just gotta keep myself behind that old bastard then. Of course Moma had to do a backflip and land it perfectly behind Isabella, placing her at a serious disadvantage now.
Just one grapple by Moma and this would all most likely be over. "Nothing, well fuck. Looks like someone didn't get the love they wanted from their momma. I guess that's why you hate little pretty ol' me." Isabella retorted before getting tackled by the man, and placed into a bear hug. He wasn't tossing her just yet, instead holding her upwards. He just had to toss the officer away and splat, there she went.
"AEH!" The bronze suit covered the officer once again, shining slightly in the light while a feint glow of blue is coming from it. Indicating that she was at about a half charge. Soon her torso and upper arms were stuck to Moma's arms and chest by a decently strong static force. Then she lifted her legs up as far as possible before moving them back into Moma with as much force as possible. Isabella was going to flip her and Moma, in an attempt to have the man hit the ground first.
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Post by killeroftheminge on Sept 3, 2018 19:47:11 GMT
Adeline grips the bottle tightly, facing away from her oppressor so as not to give him any satisfaction from her pain. Why...he already won. Why was he doing that, why did he take joy in her misery? It's not like she ever hurt him...what was so special about her that he sought fit to torture...
"You know where..." she breathes, being cut off by a nearby radio. Something about murderers near Fairhelm Road...killing themselves?
"I should probably check on that. You've got more important things to do. You've got an important meeting to plan, don't You?" She says, keeping her eyes down but letting the faintest of smirks crease her lips as she rubs in his failures. She didnt know who exactly he wanted to meet (Monks thought Mothman but she wasnt even going to entertain the idea of Michelle dying for a cause so stupid), but she did know he was lost without that meeting.
"I'll head over,"
She bends toward the street, laying her palm flat on the rugged asphalt as she waits for Lady Marmalade to overtake her. Moments later, it's visage peeks out from the road, eyes glowing hungrily as it pulls her inside. She was off, swimming through the sea of darkness to find the exit point neat Fairhelm.
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Post by ToledoJones on Sept 4, 2018 4:44:44 GMT
Monks pulled himself up out of the water only to be met with Swansong again. He frowned and tried to push the revolver away from his head (not that he thought it mattered), but he was getting annoyed with Dolce and his(?) stand. "I don't want to protect Dolce." Monks realized as he said it. "I almost hope I get it wrong this time so I can give that standless liar a piece of mind... or kill him myself."
Ayida pulled herself out of the water along with the stupid animals that were chained to her. "Bark, arf arf. (Monks can handle himself - also Dolce was dead. I didn't really think he'd be getting back up.)" Ayida shook off, splashing water onto KitKat, Vicar and Monks and Swansong. Ayida wasn't exactly sure what was happening here, but she knew Monks needed to know how Dolce died. Or something. "Ruff uff! (You two might be a bit in over your heads here.)"
Together they trudged out of the river and back toward where Dolce had "attacked" him. He really had no idea what was happening now. Was Marty just using him to test his power? Why had he just been complaining about not having a stand? Was he even sure if he had one? Just how crazy was he? Monks shook his head, this time he was going to be smarter. He hoped. He would wait to answer and inspect the body. Perhaps he could find a clue as to what did Dolce in this time. The answer seemed obvious: the gunshot. But perhaps it had been the explosives. Or even something else entirely.
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Post by dad on Sept 4, 2018 20:15:04 GMT
"Ouch, now that's what I call cold." Swansong replied, finding it humorous that Monks was willing to fight Dolce now. He lowered his gun, letting Monks walk away and examine the 'crime scene'. The detective could barely recognize Dolce's remains: They had been completely scorched and scattered. He found what appeared to be Dolce's head, all black and ashy like a cigarette tray. However, Monks started touching around the head, trying to sense clues through his able fingers. Eventually he found something: A hole around Dolce's cheek. It was large enough to allow Monks to fit his finger through it. Monks didn't know if this information was helpful, but perhaps it could solve the murder.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
Smoke trailed from Swansong's gun as pointed at the sky. "Three minutes, pendejo. You've got three minutes left." He said, showing Monks three fingers. "So, got an idea on how this puto died yet?"
Moma's eyes narrowed as he saw Isabella's Stand emerge. Sparks soon started flying as he giggled at her attempt to harm him. "So, you've whipped that Stand out again, huh? Not good enough! Haven't you shown off your Stand enough times already?" He taunted, Isabella considering them empty words. After all, she had succeeded in shocking the man several times. Why would this moment be any different? It was only when Isabella felt the electrical charges around her slowly reducing in power that she realized something was wrong. The static was disappearing and Moma's hold on her felt tighter. She turned around and saw it: Gigantic wheels, akin to those that you would see on a truck, were now on Moma's chest! The rubber on them was draining the static and the electricity, preventing it from hitting its target!
"Realized that only now, huh?" Moma laughed underneath his thick beard as Isabella readied her kick. However, even when she managed to hit the gigantic man, it did nothing. It was only then that she realized that something else was growing on Moma's back: A steel container, similar to those that you would see on top of a truck! The weight was so immense that her kick had failed to even move the man. "I've won!" Moma declared, now slumping downwards as he had Isabella crash on the building wall along with the weight of the container. The two kept sliding down, Moma managing to keep them attached to the wall thanks to his wheels. Despite him sliding as well, he was fine since he was using Isabella's body as some sort of cushion.
The situation was terrible, with Isabella taking a lot of damage from being scraped across the wall like that. Plus, she would eventually land on the ground and die. However, while being dragged around, she noticed that some of the windows on the building were open...
"Hmph." Marty snorted hot air, annoyed at Adeline's taunt. "Fine, be that way. Just go." He waved, motioning for Adeline to leave. Just when she left, however, he slightly smirked. "...The meeting is going to happen soon, anyways."
Adeline swam through the ground, wondering how long it would take for her to reach her location. She had become somewhat adapt at swimming in the color realm now, especially thanks to her numerous uses. However, she would be taken out of that realm once she noticed a familiar figure placed in the middle of her path.
That face, that body, that hair...It couldn't be.
Michelle? She could see Michelle in the distance, walking around and scared. Was she hallucinating? Was this guilt? No, she must have been real!
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Post by MoeSenpai on Sept 5, 2018 17:41:02 GMT
Michelle just stood still for a while. She had to figure out what happened. Maybe if she just summed it up again she could think better.
"Sooo... T-the monster got h-here... Grabbed my arm and... Cried? He must have been crying. Tears were running down it's face. At least I think those were tears. A-And the fact that he didn't kill me must stand for s-something as well, right?" She took a quick glance around all the corpses. Seeing all those lifeless bodies gave her a chill and she wanted to get away as quickly as possible. But something was bothering her. "In the v-viosion was Marty... And those guys seemed to be members of that cult he built... Does that mean the beast hates him? Maybe that's why he let me live. Argh, all of this is soooooo confusing." The girl kicked one of the corpses out of frustration and regretted it immediately. With a loud "Kyaaa~" She jumped back. She really just wanted to get away from here. But where to? She could wander around, eventually finding someone who could help her. But running around aimlessly sounded pretty boring. Plus after what happened here she didn't really want to stay in this neighbourhood for this long. "In that case I'll follow him I guess..." She muttered and looked at the direction she saw the creature fly to. She quickly walked towards that direction, leaving the dead bodies behind her.
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Post by hawaii117 on Sept 6, 2018 14:00:29 GMT
Isabella kept attempting top shock Moma but to no avail... She's used her stand too many times this fight and he was adapting to her ability."Yep... I've been using it a bit too much." The officer responded, as she saw what was preventing her ability to actually work against the behemoth. He had created two giant wheels to hold her, and drain away any electricity from zapping him!
"Fucking clever aren't you." Isabella grit her teeth while mumbling that under her breath. Her kick even failed, and she realized what form Moma took on this time. He was a human truck now, giving him extra weight with his silver container on his back. Triumphantly Moma exclaimed that he won, before belly flopping and dragging Isabella against the side of the building.
AEH was suffering a lot of damage, and so was Isabella. What little durability her suit had left was seemingly gone in a moment, the stand slowly fading but giving the officer hopefully enough time to slide into one of the open windows. And so when her and moma approached the next open window that's exactly what she did, but her stand faded seconds before she did so giving her a few moments of un-protected grinding against the building.
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