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capeandcowllogs2010-04-16 06:32 pm
liebe_krieg) wrote in capeandcowllogs2010-04-16 06:32 pm
Entry tags:
- *in progress,
- mitchell hundred | the great machine,
- sanji | mr. prince,
- † !—dropped characters—! †,
- † agatha heterodyne | the maker,
- † garrus vakarian | the archangel,
- † geddoe | raijin,
- † jaime reyes | blue beetle,
- † lyra silvertongue | lizzie brooks,
- † n/a | the major,
- † nero | not interested--,
- † toph bei fong | blind bandit,
- † trowa barton | n/a,
- † zelgadis | greywords
And I can guide a missile by satellite
WHO: The Major and everyone who signed up to fight in the City.
WHERE: Locations across the City.
WHEN: 11 PM Friday evening.
WARNINGS: So. Much. Violence.
SUMMARY: Operation Gotterdammerung has begun, and with it Case Schwarze: a full air and ground assault against the ImPort community designed to prevent interference with the nuke in Washington. Missiles and vampires ahoy!
FORMAT: Whatever works.
NOTES: Don't forget to add your characters' tags as they join in!
Leaning back in his chair, occasionally taking the time to dictate a response to his post on the communicator, the Major watched happily as his master plan at last unfolded. It was all worth it, he could already tell. The months of planning, the prison takeover, the theft of the bomb, the kidnapping of the Detective, all the promises he’d made to his new comrades, it was all coming together right here in front of him, in the fire and explosions of detonating missiles and attacking vampires. It was the fulfillment of his most cherished dream: a war beyond any man’s history had ever known. Reports from his crew filtered in from all around him:
”Rot Team reports that they are in position Major. Package is secure.”
”Schwarze One reports commencing attack on police station.”
”Missile hit! Confirmed hit on Turing nightclub!”
”Schwarze Five, commencing assault on the Spark Roast.”
”Confirmed missile hits on both prisons!”
He sat and listened and smiled and watched. In less than an hour the device would detonate, and America’s capital would be swallowed up in a mushroom cloud. There would have to be retaliation, retaliation greater than that after Pearl Harbor, retaliation not just at those responsible but also at those who had let it happen because they were too busy looking after their own homes. There would be war, first native against ImPort, but then as things fell apart ImPort against ImPort, native against native, war between teams, countries, movements, alliances! War upon war upon war!
“It has begun,” the Major said to himself, watching the chaos unfold on the array of screens hanging from the ceiling in front of his seat, as well as through the DEM II’s vast observation window. “The dance that cannot end! The symphony I can revel in for all time! The fire that shall never burn out!”
Below, the prelude to that symphony continued.
WHERE: Locations across the City.
WHEN: 11 PM Friday evening.
WARNINGS: So. Much. Violence.
SUMMARY: Operation Gotterdammerung has begun, and with it Case Schwarze: a full air and ground assault against the ImPort community designed to prevent interference with the nuke in Washington. Missiles and vampires ahoy!
FORMAT: Whatever works.
NOTES: Don't forget to add your characters' tags as they join in!
Leaning back in his chair, occasionally taking the time to dictate a response to his post on the communicator, the Major watched happily as his master plan at last unfolded. It was all worth it, he could already tell. The months of planning, the prison takeover, the theft of the bomb, the kidnapping of the Detective, all the promises he’d made to his new comrades, it was all coming together right here in front of him, in the fire and explosions of detonating missiles and attacking vampires. It was the fulfillment of his most cherished dream: a war beyond any man’s history had ever known. Reports from his crew filtered in from all around him:
”Rot Team reports that they are in position Major. Package is secure.”
”Schwarze One reports commencing attack on police station.”
”Missile hit! Confirmed hit on Turing nightclub!”
”Schwarze Five, commencing assault on the Spark Roast.”
”Confirmed missile hits on both prisons!”
He sat and listened and smiled and watched. In less than an hour the device would detonate, and America’s capital would be swallowed up in a mushroom cloud. There would have to be retaliation, retaliation greater than that after Pearl Harbor, retaliation not just at those responsible but also at those who had let it happen because they were too busy looking after their own homes. There would be war, first native against ImPort, but then as things fell apart ImPort against ImPort, native against native, war between teams, countries, movements, alliances! War upon war upon war!
“It has begun,” the Major said to himself, watching the chaos unfold on the array of screens hanging from the ceiling in front of his seat, as well as through the DEM II’s vast observation window. “The dance that cannot end! The symphony I can revel in for all time! The fire that shall never burn out!”
Below, the prelude to that symphony continued.
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No, it wasn't 1926. But it might as well have been. At this, though, Tiana spotted Yamamoto, so she calls out to him.
"Over here! Ya'll ok!?"
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Infuriated, really.
Another whistling noise caught his attention above; another missile headed right their way. He screeched out to the group that had assembled outside in his peculiar, reverberating voice, "GET THE FUCK DOWN, INCOMING!"
He pointed his black-clawed fingers toward the incoming missile and with a loud and almost comical "ZOOOOOP" sound, a tri-focused ball of nuclear red energy formed at his finger tips. Then it released into a powerful, concentrated Cero beam, right at the missile, exploding it (almost) harmlessly several hundred feet above it's intended target.
"Screw this shit!!"
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"YOU!!"
Without thinking, he whipped up one foot and aimed a kick right at Shirosaki's head. "Did you start this? You had something to do with this, didn't you?!"
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"Amigos! Now isn't exactly the time to fight each other! We've got to get people outta here!"
Didn't someone say something about vampires, too? Droga, what the hell was going on!?
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"Maybe we should break into groups and search different floors? We'd cover more ground that way."
This was going to be an even bigger mess if they couldn't pull together and work as a team.
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"WHAT WAS THAT FOR, I JUST SAVED YA DAMN LIVES. DEAL WITH IT, we got bigger problems!!! You can kick me more later!!" He gestured to the building emphatically, "ALL MY STUFF'S UP THERE!!"
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'Those' being a decently sized group of...well, she wasn't sure whether they were men in very sophisticated uniforms, or Martians. Either way, they didn't look like they were coming to help them out.
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"Yeah, all right. It looks like the upper floors got hit, but people should probably evacuate no matter what. Somebody should probably put out a call on the thingy in..."
He followed Tiana's pointing and trailed off there. Well, shit. "...a gang of troublemakers, is it? Huh." He turned to face them, his lithe body suddenly going rigid as if ready to spring to attack. "The ladies should get to safety. I would escort you myself, but this looks like something I'm suited for. Go on, I'll take care of it."
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If they'd all just work together to attack AND defend, they could make it out with far less casualties.
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It didn't seem like anyone else would have a better chance at doing that than her.
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As their attention went over to the approaching group, he unsheathed his sword and charged, running into the fray.
"Don't hit me, I'm on your side!"
Whomever he was fighting...they didn't go down easily. He managed to strike at one or three before having to give ground.
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But of course, out of everyone,She gives a sigh.shehad no experience in fighting...whatever these were, and she's pretty sure she couldn't throw random energy blasts or erect shields or fly either. She sort of wishes she did, or had something..."I don't know how much help I'm gonna be - I don't have powers like ya'll do."
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"Splitting up is smart," he declared. "This little gang shouldn't take more than a few of us to handle. The rest should evacuate the building before another explosion hits. Damn, I left my device-thingy up in my apartment." And his crew - well, Usopp was up there, hiding under his bed. Sanji had no idea where Luffy was. Oh well, there was no time to stand around dilly-dallying. Sword-kid couldn't go this alone. Sanji broke from his spot and charged, turning a handspring and whirling his legs outward in a windmill-like formation to mow down as many attackers as he could in one shot. Several got knocked down, but they just got right back up again and renewed their own charge.
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"Whatever, bettah make up ya minds fast!! They're coming!" He narrowed his eyes. "And they ain't human either." The pale white youth charged forward, sword raised, "REEEAAAARGH!!!" He sliced and diced, but didn't know that he needed to totally chop them into bits in order to keep them from getting back up. Though he did have the presence of mind to avoid hitting any of his "allies". Though they should avoid the rampaging berserker if they can.
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"What the hell are these things supposed to be!?"
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It's Shounen Law that the protagonist is always late to the fight
He fought them off one by one, slashing at arms, legs, torsos, but even he knew that his cuts felt useless. The enemies were tougher than the zombies he'd fought previously, they fought smarter too, and each time he cut them down, they'd pick themselves back up until suddenly they were right on top of him, dog-piling the soul reaper, clawing and biting at him until finally a bright flash of white light surrounded him and obliterated the enemies.
He flash stepped to the clearing, joining everyone else and cutting down the next enemy that attacked him, his clothes already covered in blood, but nobody else had to know that some of it was his.
"What the hell are these things?"
SURE ICHIGO.
"Where the hell ya been?!" A yell from behind distracted him, briefly. It was one of the vampires that he had injured, but not killed. "What the--" he unleashed a series of small red blasts from his hand, knocking the vampire back. "So ya heal, huh. Fuckin A," he turns back to Ichigo and draws a line across his own neck, "Looks like ya gotta take the heads off! Hehehehe!"
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"Where have I been!? They're coming from behind too, or did you only see the ones in front of you?"
He was getting tired of fighting wave after wave of enemies. He'd much rather fight one good opponent, but right now he couldn't be picky about it. He had to protect the MAC and everyone inside it.
"Let's wrap this up quickly, okay?" A slight smirk tugging at his lips.
Sorry for taking off here, just wanted to get this done while Jason was around guys!
"Bankai! Now! Oh, and you have to hold Killinator, hehe. But that's the price of using my powers to be a Vizard again, got it?!"
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"BANKAI!"
The white energy surrounding him before turned black and red, and when it finally dissipated, Ichigo was wearing his pimpcoat hakama and Zangetsu had transformed into the familiar black katana, Tensa Zangetsu.
"Are you sure about this? I only have eleven seconds, you know."
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"Not if I actually cooperate a little! Besides, in 11 seconds, we can fuckin' take off plenty of heads." Shiro stepped back again and his sword vanished from his hands in a show of the same red and black energy. Then, the entire Hollow turned into red and black energy, surrounding Ichigo in its powerful glow. The energy solidified around Ichigo's face, first in a series of bright red stripes, then as a complete white, skeletal mask; Ichigo's normal brown eyes gained the eerie black sclera and yellow irises belonging to Shiro; a sign that the two were, temporarily, back to being one in the same.
Shiro's voice echoed in Ichigo's mind, Now don't forget! All our STUFF is in that building!! Get going!
beautiful, guys. XD
Then, something struck him, and he suddenly ran away from the group, back up into the building. He needed his comm. He needed to check whether there was any new information being spread about the attack. "Be right back!" he called over his shoulder before he vanished.
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So that's what he did.
Each blast was aimed directly for their heads, and every single vampire in front of him burned within seconds. If only there weren't any civilians around he could have simply solar nuked the place and fried everyone--but frying Sanji, Sally, Tiani and the other MAC residents wasn't very useful, now was it?
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