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Post by Kubi Tsuru on May 6th 2019, 1:44 am

Metahumans were always a danger to the sanctity of a country. Hell, out of the last ten greatest disasters the happened in the world in the last twenty years, you could bet your ass most, if not all, were caused or made worse by people with powers. Magic or not, it still fucked shit up. Even heroes only made shit worse. He’s been a hero a little over five years now, and there ain’t been one situation where his presence made things immediately better. Now, whether that’s the measure of his worth as a much-lauded defeater of villains is another matter entirely. The point is, powers were bad noise. The only saving grace the countries of the world had was the relatively low percentage of the population that developed powers over the course of their lifetime.

‘Course, this Spark Crisis fucked that up royally. Seriously, can’t a guy visit his old stomping grounds without having to worry ‘bout some low-life criminal with lightnin’ powers calling himself fuckin’ “Cap’n Terror” trying to take his purse? Woulda been an interestin’ diversion if the guy hadn’t been an insufferable ass. And if he knew showered. Or if he was any kind of fuckin’ threat to anyone but an anoxorexic child. It was just ridiculous. Guy like Cap’n Fuckin Terror oughta be able to give him at least a little bit of entertainment. But nah. Can’t even say it was like swatting a fly, at least those annoying little fuckers give a bit of a challenge, all speedy and shit. This was about ten seconds and half a muscle before fuckers wearin’ a mountain on their armor came up and claimed him.

Olympus, they called themselves. Some England-based fuckin’ upstart of a company, comin’ here, tryin’ to maintain order. They had come in from some private company, some Egyptian God shit, claimed one of the old buildings around the downtown area and started to set up shop … which for them apparently meant laser tripwires, electrified fences, and a shit ton of soldiers. God, Kubi hates soldiers, or at least soldiers like that. Pompous, stuck up motherfuckers who think holdin’ a gun makes them gods gift to the world. Career soldiers were the fucking worst too. Still, Kubi couldn’t exactly fault them. With Olympus being in Tokyo, the SPARK Crisis … wasn’t solved, per se, but under control at least.

Enough so that a prominent Japanese Counselor had decided to speak on the matter. He was oft outspoken against the treatment of empowered individuals, pushing for bills that gave them more rights within the society, even going so far as to hire such stricken individuals in his personal entourage. He was also, more importantly, an old friend of Kubi’s. They both grew up on the streets, both knew the struggle to survive in a world that would rather they never existed. They lost contact as teenagers, with Kubi traveling to America in the beginning of his travel of the world and the latter getting a scholarship to one of the finest schools in the country.

Takekade Matsuko is everything Kubi is not. Soft-spoken, refined, graceful even. Growing up, he was “Hime-chan”, a somewhat back-handed insult that he took in stride. The voice of reason in their little gang, he held them back, in the best way. Kubi contributed his success in his troubled youth to his own quick wits and guile, but truthfully, if Takekade wasn’t there, he and the rest of their little gang would have ended up in jail, or worse. They hadn’t talked in nearly twenty years now, not since Mashiro’s wedding, where Kubi stood as best man. They were always so busy, living their own lives, experiencing their own tragedies, and since Mashiro died, Kubi hasn’t returned to Japan.

That was gonna change now.

”Hime-chan, you son of a bitch.”

They clasped fingers like they’ve never left, instinct bringing them back to the handshake they had perfected as children. It was kind of silly now, so they both wore a bit of a dopey grin as they ran through the motions, embracing after. As opposed to Kubi, Takekade was everything a Japanese man was supposed to be; short, black haired, dark eyed, with pale skin and broad shoulders. Handsome, too, with the perfect Japanese wife, all soft curves and black hair. She was pregnant, he noticed, their first if the lack of any munchkins around was any sign. And as was to be expected, he was loaded, their penthouse suite boasting the latest in commercially-available defense.

”Kubi-san. It is a pleasure to see you again, my friend. I shall cut straight to the chase; I fear their are those who wish to end my life. They believe I can put an end to this crisis, and they do not want that.”

Kubi scoffed, crossing his arms over his massive chest, as defiant a gesture as he cared to make.

”I’d like to see them fuckin’ try.”

Takekade smiled sympathetically, patting the much larger mans bicep (he reached for his shoulder, but that’s all he could reach.)

”Thank you, my friend. But even you cannot be everywhere at once. I taken the liberty of hiring additional security.”

As if on cue, an individual walked through the door, sending a jolt through Kubi’s spine (he had no idea anyone else was even in the hotel room.) Though on his phone, he was no normal security guard; the way he walked, the easy way he carried himself, even the inconspicuous way he carried the pistols that were oh-so-slightly tinting his clothing- in a fraction of an instant, Kubi knew, he was no common soldier. His eyebrow shot up, practically to the stratosphere, though the rest of his face stayed carefully neutral.

”And who the fuck is this?”

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Post by inquisitor on May 6th 2019, 8:07 pm

Victor paused for a moment to stare at Kubi as he entered the room, his phone held to his ear. He let his eyes linger on the large man, before he turned away, speaking into the phone.

"No. I just got here. Looks like the other hired help is here too. Japanese, from the looks of things. Big fucker too. Heard Matsuko call him Kubi-sama. No, I won't ask him if he wants to join. Because my job isn't recrutiment. It's to shoot people in the face. And sometimes keep people from getting shot. If you want him recruited, you fly your ass out here and ask him yourself. I know there's a crisis going on. That's why you sent me to protect Matsuko. Well, then ask him after we deal with this 'Spark' shit."

Pausing for a moment, Victor turned to stare at the other two men, and frowned softly, before speaking into his phone again "Fine. I'll give him your number, and ask him to give you a call. But that's it. Anything else, and you do it yourself. Or send Jessica out. She signed up for this shit."


Turning back to Matusko and Kubi, he ended the call and slid the phone into a pocket. He eyed Kubi for a moment, before turning fully to face Matsuko and bowing.

"So sorry about that. Miss Russel was worried that I hadn't arrived yet. She sends her regards and best wishes," he remarked, in perfect Japanese. Turning to Kubi, he bowed again. "A pleasure to meet you, Kubi-shi. I am Victor Shaw. I work for Katrina Russel, who runs Olympus. Which I understand you've...'met'," he continued, still in Japanese.

He straightened up and pulled his coat comfortably against his body again. As he did, he let one hand brush the Colt gun under his coat, and nodded to himself, as if confirming it was still there.

"Now, gentleman, I must ask that you move away from the windows. I'd hate for either of you to be hurt because of small hings like that," he continued, as he moved to the windows themsevles, and began to close the blinds. He turned his head to look at them, and raised an eyebrow. "I take it you two know each other?" he asked.
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Post by Jean Robert Boisvenu on May 7th 2019, 8:13 pm

James was relaxing in his chair, glad for once that the travel expense would be covered by the japanese government, and come-on japan! It was like a dream come true! He was gonna visit Tokyo, check Tokyo tower, visit the harajuku... oh yes and save peoples, couldn't forget about that! Still stopping a drug that could give you superpowers, wasn't really up his alley. However a lot of people could hurt themselves and others, so what they would need would be the comforting blanket of justice! It's like free hug day with people trying to hurt maim or kill you! A chance this wouldn't happen to him, with his invincibility, what could possibly go wrong?

A loud bang answered and in a sec, he was airborne. Of course his luck would make his day so much difficult. He could see pieces of the plane falling underneath him. Hope that the pilot will manage to land the plane safely. But he wouldn't be of any help. Also, his luggage was in the cargo, with his supersuit. Well nothing he could do about it, what could he do.

Let's see terminal velocity is around 120 miles per hour gives or takes, the decompression happened at 32 000 feets, one miles is 5 thousand feet so, 6 miles at 120 miles per hour, 0.05 hours of free falling. So 3 minutes, well it was gonna take some time. Two minutes left now. Well time to be productive. Because there was always a way to be productive even when you werefalling to your mission!


-EVERYONE MOVE! Oh yeah it's Japan! MINNA SAAAN UGOKEEEE!  MINNA SAAAAN UGOKE! MINNA SAAAN...

Yeah screaming for two minutes straight was kinda boring. But well what could he do, plus he wouldn't forgive himself if someone got hurt, nah squished, because of him. Ah looks like he was falling in a skyscraper. Well no one was on the roof. Good. Just to land softly now.

CRASH!

The floor gave way, come ooon he wasn't that fat, but with a softer crack, he landed on hardwood floor with bit of plaster, wood and concrete. At least no one was under him. Setting himself up and dusting himself he looked apologetically at the people around him. Yeah if looks could kill he would be writhing on the floor. So he continued in broken japanese.

-I very sorry. Fell from plane. I pay damage. Where Narita airport?
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Post by Poseidon on May 7th 2019, 9:49 pm

The giant white leviathan soared through the air, trailing smoke and fear behind it.  People would point, speaking in their indecipherable language tinged with fear, awe and something else Ryan couldn’t place. Hazel eyes narrowed in faint appraise before walking on through the streets. Obviously not from around here, he would have stood out but the tragedy above was something that managed to take away the punch of his out of place appearance. Clouds began to gather above the city, dark and pregnant with dense rain begging to pour out. However they would not have that pleasure just yet. ”Wonder what i’m supposed to be doing here,” Ryan muttered to himself, hands buried into his seemingly size too large jeans, pale pink lips curled into a faint frown. There was of course the job he had been given by that strange company but that wasn’t the strangest advice or help he had been given.

The angel speaking of finding his true power within the land of the rising sun. It took him a few weeks to figure out which land in the East but in the end he found something. A sound shook the ground, resounding like a boom. The plane colliding with one of those large skyscrapers? Very possible, and he found himself wondering if the people in there would be okay.

Likely not.

No time to have his heart bleed over the dead when he could stop the many criminals rising in the city thanks to the Spark being circulated through it. There was word it was going through America but not to this extent; maybe not yet. Always time for that later. He adjusted the dark green colored beanie, rustling a few light brown hairs peaking out from under it while scanning the building that rose before him. More people were also looking at it, mentioning something about something having fallen through the ceiling. What was it? Maybe what caused the plane to crash and if so he could take out his frustrations on  the cause for so many deaths.

Thunder cracked in the distance as rain began to fall in rapid pour. People running for cover while he stood where he was. Water pooling before him, large enough that it would be of use. His body gave way to water, everything on him liquid slipping through the small portal of water. Next thing he knew he was  flowing through the faucet of a sink, pooling into the basing before spilling onto the floor. Once again forming into the same form he had taken, digging through the pockets of his large hoodie for the small bars of chocolate hidden there. Stepping through the closed door, he noted the four people, most of which he didn’t know. Still the rubble littered about was obvious enough.

One guy spoke in halting Japanese, though his appearance was rather...fat? ”I was hired by Ms.Russel. Does anyone here speak English,” His glance shot over Kubi for a moment, faint smile lingering on his lips. ”long time no see huh?”
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Post by Zonky Blong on May 8th 2019, 5:11 pm

Elduin was conflicted once again. On the one hand, the tribes of man were a treacherous and foul bunch. None deserved their sense of ill begotten pride and iron blades. Touching the scar on his left side, just under his heart. He knew this better than most. At the same time, these dealers seemed a little different. They seemed to want to destroy their clansman for as little reason as requiring coin. Elduin was happy to work with his most hated enemy. After all, the enemy of his enemy, is a friend. At least, until he decided that they weren’t. The humans had granted him a weapon, much like a cannon but different in many ways. For one, it was lighter, and for another; it was far more accurate.

He put his right eye against the miniature telescope, and… Damn. One of the other humans closed the curtains on him. He would have to get close and personal. Standing up, he left the large weapon behind and began walking through the air towards the building across the street. The shadows beneath his feet popping up with every step. His shadowed left side began to pulsate, ready for blood.

At the other roof, he hopped down and looked around. The humans tended to be quite enthusiastic about ensuring their homes had multiple entrances and exits. He spotted it then, the roof access door. Slicing the door knob off with his claw, he swiftly snuck inside. The guards spotted him, and yelled out for the elf to freeze. But when they looked upon him, they saw not the monster; but the true beauty he radiated. The distraction allowed him plenty of time to sneak the blade in through their breast and discharge one of the human weapons that they had given him.

Blam!

Admittedly, the weapon was far louder than he had expected. But the plastic weapon didn’t break surprisingly. So much for whatever sort of stealth opportunity he may have had. However, the more he walked through the halls; the more the guards seemed to be distracted by something else. He shrugged it off, and continued walking through the halls with his aura pumped up to 11. No guards would stand in his way.  

Finally, Elduin reached the door that hid his quarry from him. "You will bestow upon me your key, and then you will fall asleep where you stand. If you do not do as I say; you will be slain for your insolence." To his immense satisfaction; the men did as they were told. The one on the right handing him his card; and the one on the left immediately falling asleep with his compatriot following not long after. They would make good shades, but he need to hurry now. He simply stamped his foot onto each of their throats, breaking the trachea instantly.

He opened the door with a click, and began firing magic and bullets into the room wildly, thinking that he could perhaps hit the man while his guards were confused.

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Post by Kubi Tsuru on May 17th 2019, 4:57 am

Well, things really went to hell in a handbasket pretty damn quickly, didn't they?

Let's start from the beginning, with this god damn guy. There was somethin' about him that just rubbed Kubi the wrong way. He was racking his brains tryin' to figure out why when it hit him; dude reminded him of a soldier. Just the way he walked and talked, y’know? Super formal, stiff, like a rod is jammed right up his ass. “Too perfect” is the phrase for it, like he shits glitter. Thing about that is, it may be fun and games for a little while, but somebody is eventually gonna have to clean up the mess. He’d be damned if that somebody was him.

”Let me stop ya right there. Yer military ass ain’ in charge here, Vicky, I am … good idea ‘bout th’ windows, tho.”

Almost possessively, he slid a muscled arm around his old friends shoulders, protecting him from any perceived threat. Call it overprotective, call it paranoid, but there was somethin’ funky goin’ on here. He could feel it in the air. Something was approaching, something that was gonna wreck their fucking day even more than it’s already been fucked. Now, Kubi was all for a good fucking, but typically, he wanted it to be consensual, not rammed up his ass goin’ a hundred miles an hour. Gotta take him out on a first date before you can do butt stuff.

And then, suddenly, a crash from outside the window; all eyes were drawn to it, and underneath his protective arm, Kubi felt Takekade tense. The flare of the burning jet was visible as it fell through the air, it’s flames illuminating the Japanese skyline and burning through the shouded glass.. It wasn’t far away, hanging in the sky for a single, dreadful moment like a fat fly. It shuddered, a ripple cascading down it’s hull as it fell apart. The bulk of it, the engines at full burn bringing the weight forward, spun to the side, some ungodly force working on it, crashing full force into an apartment building. The shudder shook the floor they stood on, sending ripples across the fine curtains and threatening to split the floor asunder.

And then the next second, it did.

Or at least, it seemed like it at first. There was certainly an explosion of some kind, dust and debris flew everywhere, it was a mess. When the dust cleared, however, it was clear it wasn’t because of the floor ripping apart, but kinda the opposite; some asshole crashed through the fuckin’ ceiling. Fatass, didn’t look like he could lift his feet from the floor (or face from the pie, as it might be.) And now … there was a bigass fucking hole in the ceiling! Thank god they were on the top fucking floor or else things mighta started to get dicey. Glares were coming from all sides now, aimed at the fat fuck.

”What th’ fuck is yer problem, Buddha? Can’t you-”

A shape, out of the corner of his eye, and he jumped, startled. Seems todays surprises weren’t quite over yet. It was a familiar face, one he hadn’t seen in far too long. As he turned that twisted, all-too-pleasant smile on him, his heart couldn’t help but beat harder. Goddamnit, Snowman, now ain’t the time to be all cute and shit. Kubi could only sigh at the mention of this Katrina Russel again; if even Ryan was workin’ for her, she must be important.. Meddlin’ bitch, this ain’t her show. Japan’s got enough of gaijin interferin’ in her affairs. Still, short of killin’ her and every last one of those Olympus bastards, not much he could do to prevent it. Somehow, he got the feeling that this chick was gonna be on his lips for quite a while.

”Shit. What the fuck are we, the Extraordinary League of Fucking Shit Up? I swear to the gods of killin’ shit, if one more person-”

But he shouldn’t have tempted fate, because fate hates being bated. The door flew open, and as if in slow motion, some sort of creature entered. Half Slenderman, half Lucifer himself, it flew through the door slinging magic like a fuckin’ wage slave slings burgers. Kubi didn’t recognize it, but instantly he knew one thing; it was pure evil. Every instinct of his told him to take off running, but he couldn’t leave Ryan. Or Takekade for that matter …. though on second thought, Ryan could take care of himself. He certainly didn’t have time to waste worryin’ about it. Time sped back up, and Kubi leapt into action; black armor surrounded him and with the sort of casualness one would reserve for giving directions to the nearest bar, a wave of force blasted off him, caving in what remains of the ceiling and leaving a sizable hole in the wall. And then, brown energy, like mist floating off his skin, wrapped around him, and he disappeared from sight. In a moment, Takekade was slung over his shoulder and in another, Vicky guy as well.

He was surprisingly heavy, but Kubi didn’t pay it any mind; out the hole he went, freefalling through the air, and Kubi shortly followed. Gravity tried gripping him but he continued his upward mobility, meeting the Olympus-sent bodyguard and slinging him over his shoulder. They fell, at a velocity that was frankly frightening, hitting the ground with the force and impact to shatter windows several stories up. Kubi grunted, but remained standing, absorbing the shock with his legs. Falling without Kuma was always a crapshoot. The brown mist faded from his upper body, and slowly he let the two go.

”Kubi-san. Shaw-sama. Who were those people?”

He spoke calmly, evenly, and without fear, and Kubi felt his respect for his old friend grow even further. He was always the cool kid on the block.

”No idea. Don’ seem t’ be after us, though. Fuckin’ thank god. I hate magic.”

He looked around, darting his head around the corner.

”SPARK fuckin’ everywhere. Shit. Gotta get you somewhere safe where goat-fuck won’t find us. Any ideas, super spy?”

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Post by inquisitor on May 17th 2019, 10:24 pm

Victor stared at Kubi for a moment, his eyes narrowing slightly at the "Vicky", before he shrugged and went back to closing the curtains. He was almost done, when the roof exploded. Victor turned from the window, and leapt over a couch, to place himself between Matsuko and whatever had crashed through the roof, twin Colts in hand. He had both cocked and pointed at James before the other man had even spoken. He remained silent, watching the man as he spoke. Very broken Japanese. American. To survive a fall from that height, he's got to be a meta. Why was he coming to Japan? Hadn't he heard about the Spark crisis?

Victor frowned at the man, and was about to speak when he saw something from the corner of his eye. A door opening. Bathroom? No matter. Focus on what was coming through. A man, young, still a kid, really. One of the Colts tracked to him, and remained there for a moment, before the man mentioned Katrinas name. The second Colt returned to the fat man, and remained there.

"The fat man there speaks English. And so do I," replied Victor, as he let his head come up and his eyes roam the room for a minute. "This area has been compromised, though. Need to relocate. And quick," he continued, his eyes finding Kubi and Matsuko.

He was about to move towards the door when it opened. As if guided by a hand not his, both Colts jerked towards the door, and his fingers began to squeeze the triggers. 15 rounds in each, 30 rounds total. He got off 10 from each gun, before he was jerked off the ground and through a hole in the building. He fell for a moment, before he was grabbed again, and then they were on the ground, Kubi, Matsuko, and Victor himself. The man glared at Kubi for a moment, before ejecting the magazines from both guns and replacing them with fresh one. He gathered the two ejected magazines and slid them under his coat, into an inner pocket.

"OK.... So, fat man crashed through the roof, some teenager came out of the bathroom, and then that half-dead guy comes in and starts shooting magic and bullets at us? What the hell is going on in Tokyo?" he asked, as he let his eyes roam around the area. One of the Colts went back into it's holster, while the other remained in hand. Apparently, he was going to need it.
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Post by Chellizard Today at 2:26 am

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Nekromonga (08/23/2017 10:05PM): Chellizard the Internet Born, Mother of Nerds, first of her name, Queen of the Gamers and the Roleplayers

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