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Gratia Mindaro - Survival
At some point during their flight, Vega Venetia had managed to cling onto her leg.
Gratia Mindaro - Survival
At some point during their flight, Vega Venetia had managed to cling onto her leg.
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Connacht Airspace, Earth
"Appreciate it, UTX," replied Maine 1, smiling wryly on the small screen. "Only dying here's going to be these bandits, eh?"
He casually saluted as the comms blinked off, the Irish team having made contact with the Divine Crusaders.
On the western half of the battlefield, responses to UTX's rapid assault varied amongst the wing of Lions. Before the fragments of Adam's unfortunate victim's soul could even fall prey to the uncaring grasp of gravity, one of the other Lions in the formation broke ranks in a sudden burst of incredible speed, Homing Missiles deployed immediately to meet the volley of fire from the mass-produced Huckebein's rifle. Explosions dotted the short gap between them, clouds of smoke and shrapnel blotting out the blue sky and obscuring Adam's view. Radar would tell that the Lion had charged straight into the plume of black, but the Divine Crusader was unwilling to let UTX's second-in-command take advantage of that information.
Vulcans strafed Adam from above as the Lion burst free at an upwards angle, the Armored Module refusing to let down its fire even as it dropped down from above the Huckebein, sunlight to its back. The motors of its blade whirred to life, the spinning teeth crackling with noise and energy as it entered close-range, cutting down at the Huckebein in hopes of sending him to the grave the same way Adam had closed the book on the other Crusader.
The Lion in Hazel's sights, on the other hand, was barely able to dodge of the path of the first burst, the flying frame having thrust backwards as the missiles exploded between them. It wasn't enough to stem the second set of shots however, with the projectiles from the TT's Burst Railgun crackling into its left "arm", annihilating it and the Assault Blade it was holding in a fireball that threw the Divine Crusader into a spin, thrusters puttering frantically to regain some semblance of control.
Before a shot from Corinne's G-Railgun disintegrated the entire lower half of its body, the entire machine erupting into a conflagration seconds later as a suited figure ejected out into the air.
So soon after initial contact, two of the Divine Crusaders' Armored Modules had been destroyed by UTX, yet rather than be demoralised by the loss of their comrades, the survivors seemed to advance with greater intensity than before. The Lion that had charged at Adam aside, the flight lead was very much on the ball, the Guarlion's rapid movements taking it safely out of Anju's line of fire before she could even press the trigger on her handheld railgun. It ducked and weaved through the sky, strafing past the former DC pilot with a barrage of Vulcan fire from its chest.
An attack accompanied by a surprising spread of M13 Shotgun shells.
The other Lion of the western wing instead turned its attentions upon the untagged R-Blade, firing off its own railgun in the direction of Corinne before following it up with a salvo of Homing Missiles from its inbuilt launcher.
On the surface of the water below, one of the Landlions had noticed Hazel's descent, and immediately rotated around, its treads continuing to carry it backwards along the river. However, it was ready to intercept - as was a comrade seconds later - the duo proceeding to fire off a blast each from their own Burst Railguns.
A quick check of the eastern half of the battlefield would show how Maine 1's flight was faring. One of DC's pilots had ejected from his Lion safely, and while three of the Federation's units were pursuing the survivors, the Guarlion lead was managing to keep up quite well with a combined assault by Maine 1, the F variant and another of the Irish Lions.
Connacht Airspace, Earth
"Appreciate it, UTX," replied Maine 1, smiling wryly on the small screen. "Only dying here's going to be these bandits, eh?"
He casually saluted as the comms blinked off, the Irish team having made contact with the Divine Crusaders.
On the western half of the battlefield, responses to UTX's rapid assault varied amongst the wing of Lions. Before the fragments of Adam's unfortunate victim's soul could even fall prey to the uncaring grasp of gravity, one of the other Lions in the formation broke ranks in a sudden burst of incredible speed, Homing Missiles deployed immediately to meet the volley of fire from the mass-produced Huckebein's rifle. Explosions dotted the short gap between them, clouds of smoke and shrapnel blotting out the blue sky and obscuring Adam's view. Radar would tell that the Lion had charged straight into the plume of black, but the Divine Crusader was unwilling to let UTX's second-in-command take advantage of that information.
Vulcans strafed Adam from above as the Lion burst free at an upwards angle, the Armored Module refusing to let down its fire even as it dropped down from above the Huckebein, sunlight to its back. The motors of its blade whirred to life, the spinning teeth crackling with noise and energy as it entered close-range, cutting down at the Huckebein in hopes of sending him to the grave the same way Adam had closed the book on the other Crusader.
The Lion in Hazel's sights, on the other hand, was barely able to dodge of the path of the first burst, the flying frame having thrust backwards as the missiles exploded between them. It wasn't enough to stem the second set of shots however, with the projectiles from the TT's Burst Railgun crackling into its left "arm", annihilating it and the Assault Blade it was holding in a fireball that threw the Divine Crusader into a spin, thrusters puttering frantically to regain some semblance of control.
Before a shot from Corinne's G-Railgun disintegrated the entire lower half of its body, the entire machine erupting into a conflagration seconds later as a suited figure ejected out into the air.
So soon after initial contact, two of the Divine Crusaders' Armored Modules had been destroyed by UTX, yet rather than be demoralised by the loss of their comrades, the survivors seemed to advance with greater intensity than before. The Lion that had charged at Adam aside, the flight lead was very much on the ball, the Guarlion's rapid movements taking it safely out of Anju's line of fire before she could even press the trigger on her handheld railgun. It ducked and weaved through the sky, strafing past the former DC pilot with a barrage of Vulcan fire from its chest.
An attack accompanied by a surprising spread of M13 Shotgun shells.
The other Lion of the western wing instead turned its attentions upon the untagged R-Blade, firing off its own railgun in the direction of Corinne before following it up with a salvo of Homing Missiles from its inbuilt launcher.
On the surface of the water below, one of the Landlions had noticed Hazel's descent, and immediately rotated around, its treads continuing to carry it backwards along the river. However, it was ready to intercept - as was a comrade seconds later - the duo proceeding to fire off a blast each from their own Burst Railguns.
A quick check of the eastern half of the battlefield would show how Maine 1's flight was faring. One of DC's pilots had ejected from his Lion safely, and while three of the Federation's units were pursuing the survivors, the Guarlion lead was managing to keep up quite well with a combined assault by Maine 1, the F variant and another of the Irish Lions.
@The Jest
The High Priestess - Meredith Fong
"Oof!"
Meredith Fong's descent into the hole and her subsequent (and a bit painful) landing in the "garden" was accompanied by an utterance of surprise, the short interjection of sound louder than usual as her body was once again planted into the grass. A seemingly-unimpressed groan followed as she pushed herself to her feet, flicking away blades of green that had made their way into the furred collar of her jacket and blowing away any wild strands of hair away from her eyes. It was definitely pretty hard to keep her long black locks tame, especially when outdoors. Nature always wanted to play around and mess up her hair, which was not cool of it at all, and it worked even harder at that whenever she fell over. Which wasn't really that common in her day to day life, so it was first today.
Actually, it really was a day of firsts!
The crimson-eyed girl rose to her feet, gingerly scratching the back of her head as she looked around. It was a very surreal, avant-garde locale, like a fantastic garden straight out of the illustrations of an old children's book. Coupled with the dreamlike, ethereal sheen that overlaid everything, it was really easy to believe that everything was still taking place in her imagination (but that meant she would have to have words with it for showing her that terrible death). It wasn't exactly a dream at all though; she could definitely, without any uncertainty, state that her brain was not in the middle of doing cartwheels, and that the vivid images being fed into her peepers were a-hundred-percent the real, absolute McCoy.
Even if the nature of the world seemed totally different (but why didn't that stop it from trying its best to sabotage her hair?), she decided - her hands stretched out in front of her, fingers linked together as she pondered on the situation - that she would just think of it like her usual day-to-day life for now.
Her day-to-day life didn't have weirdly transforming bunny rabbits though. Meredith wondered if this was what Carroll based all his writing on, but that thought didn't really pan out at all, right? From the very good look she had gotten from that transformation, it sure didn't look like part of that manuscript.
Were they Carroll-based aliens?
"So are you guys actually a bit like aliens?" she asked once the Rabbit had finished speaking, deciding to ask the question that had popped into her brain. She was watching a movie with a shapeshifting alien a few weeks ago, and the radical ability to shift their body around seemed like something that would totally class as alien. "You're not human, you have superpowers, and this is another ... world, right?"
They weren't Martians though. If the explanation was right, it was more like ... that place in myth she heard about ... Annwn. Meredith wondered for a second if she could meet King Arthur somewhere. He was supposed to live in Annwn, right? But maybe if it was another world, he could have lived in another part of the country or world.
"Is it okay if we think of you like that?" continued the young Chinese woman, brows furrowing slightly. "You're the alien natives of this place that's connected to Planet Earth in some way, and you're fighting each other?"
It seemed like it would be easy to remember. She had wanted to say that they had come in peace too, but it didn't seem like time for that. Nor had they purposely come in the first place anyway (she was snoozing off in the realm of REM back then), and it wasn't a peaceful arrival when they had been attacked by those other ones.
Meredith quietly prayed for the safety of that one young man's soul.
That ... just hadn't been right at all.
The High Priestess - Meredith Fong
"Oof!"
Meredith Fong's descent into the hole and her subsequent (and a bit painful) landing in the "garden" was accompanied by an utterance of surprise, the short interjection of sound louder than usual as her body was once again planted into the grass. A seemingly-unimpressed groan followed as she pushed herself to her feet, flicking away blades of green that had made their way into the furred collar of her jacket and blowing away any wild strands of hair away from her eyes. It was definitely pretty hard to keep her long black locks tame, especially when outdoors. Nature always wanted to play around and mess up her hair, which was not cool of it at all, and it worked even harder at that whenever she fell over. Which wasn't really that common in her day to day life, so it was first today.
Actually, it really was a day of firsts!
The crimson-eyed girl rose to her feet, gingerly scratching the back of her head as she looked around. It was a very surreal, avant-garde locale, like a fantastic garden straight out of the illustrations of an old children's book. Coupled with the dreamlike, ethereal sheen that overlaid everything, it was really easy to believe that everything was still taking place in her imagination (but that meant she would have to have words with it for showing her that terrible death). It wasn't exactly a dream at all though; she could definitely, without any uncertainty, state that her brain was not in the middle of doing cartwheels, and that the vivid images being fed into her peepers were a-hundred-percent the real, absolute McCoy.
Even if the nature of the world seemed totally different (but why didn't that stop it from trying its best to sabotage her hair?), she decided - her hands stretched out in front of her, fingers linked together as she pondered on the situation - that she would just think of it like her usual day-to-day life for now.
Her day-to-day life didn't have weirdly transforming bunny rabbits though. Meredith wondered if this was what Carroll based all his writing on, but that thought didn't really pan out at all, right? From the very good look she had gotten from that transformation, it sure didn't look like part of that manuscript.
Were they Carroll-based aliens?
"So are you guys actually a bit like aliens?" she asked once the Rabbit had finished speaking, deciding to ask the question that had popped into her brain. She was watching a movie with a shapeshifting alien a few weeks ago, and the radical ability to shift their body around seemed like something that would totally class as alien. "You're not human, you have superpowers, and this is another ... world, right?"
They weren't Martians though. If the explanation was right, it was more like ... that place in myth she heard about ... Annwn. Meredith wondered for a second if she could meet King Arthur somewhere. He was supposed to live in Annwn, right? But maybe if it was another world, he could have lived in another part of the country or world.
"Is it okay if we think of you like that?" continued the young Chinese woman, brows furrowing slightly. "You're the alien natives of this place that's connected to Planet Earth in some way, and you're fighting each other?"
It seemed like it would be easy to remember. She had wanted to say that they had come in peace too, but it didn't seem like time for that. Nor had they purposely come in the first place anyway (she was snoozing off in the realm of REM back then), and it wasn't a peaceful arrival when they had been attacked by those other ones.
Meredith quietly prayed for the safety of that one young man's soul.
That ... just hadn't been right at all.
Are you guys still accepting members, by the way? I think I can write a CS up soon.
Gonna start up a new day soon, so go for it.
@Avant@Plank Sinatra
Gandharva - Night, School District 15, The Alleyway
He took umbrage at the sheer gall of his pursuers. Their usurious fixation on their own selfish, materialistic gain in this nightmare of a situation was utterly ridiculous. Even if he was relieved in the slightest by their disinterest towards the innovations of the body (now little more than the waste produced by a half-rate slaughterhouse), the fact that they were demanding him to debase himself further in this dark, waterlogged alleyway was simply without dignity. An inelegant, mercenary desire for more yen.
Gandharva, still cloaked perfectly within the night, did not speak out, his quiet footsteps - drowned out by the continuing spray and dripping of water from the ramparts - moving him slowly further away from the two. Although they were unlikely to pinpoint his location in the suffocating confines of the alleyway, the covetous Caucasians could still strike at him if they so wanted. The projectiles of the weasel-eyed one may not have been accurate, but the narrow shadows of the neighbouring buildings did not provide much protection from a lucky shot or any possible spray. He was certain on the water having washed away his scent, nullifying the animalistic nose of the greedy evolutionary throwback, but his power was more dangerous. If Gandharva's conclusions proved to be correct in identifying the Euroweeb's speciality to be one regarding kinetic forces, then a single movement could spell his defeat.
Gandharva despised the path his logic was taking him. It was now a question of pragmatism; had there only been an individual, he could have attacked, but it was not within his abilities to pull out such a victory. The attempt to utilise the body as a decoy was unsuccessful, as the savage considered the pursuit of pretty to be of greater importance. It was a night utterly devoid of any elegance whatsoever, and the impugning of his dignity refused to subside.
His goal was a clear one: successfully escape to the Dianoid for the rendezvous. Retrieval of the body was originally paramount, but the damage to it and the unexpected resistance meant that it would have to be discarded. He simply needed to leave his pursuers behind, and the horrid night would be over.
If handing over their money was what was necessary ...
This was all her responsibility. It was her failure to perform the cleanup. It was simply the just course of action to foist the payment onto her.
Bank details were remembered. The cheque was quickly written, the scratching of a pen quietly audible in the alleyway. And into the dimly lit circle produced by the phone torch, the slip of paper became visible.
It was done.
He was already moving away.
Gandharva - Night, School District 15, The Alleyway
He took umbrage at the sheer gall of his pursuers. Their usurious fixation on their own selfish, materialistic gain in this nightmare of a situation was utterly ridiculous. Even if he was relieved in the slightest by their disinterest towards the innovations of the body (now little more than the waste produced by a half-rate slaughterhouse), the fact that they were demanding him to debase himself further in this dark, waterlogged alleyway was simply without dignity. An inelegant, mercenary desire for more yen.
Gandharva, still cloaked perfectly within the night, did not speak out, his quiet footsteps - drowned out by the continuing spray and dripping of water from the ramparts - moving him slowly further away from the two. Although they were unlikely to pinpoint his location in the suffocating confines of the alleyway, the covetous Caucasians could still strike at him if they so wanted. The projectiles of the weasel-eyed one may not have been accurate, but the narrow shadows of the neighbouring buildings did not provide much protection from a lucky shot or any possible spray. He was certain on the water having washed away his scent, nullifying the animalistic nose of the greedy evolutionary throwback, but his power was more dangerous. If Gandharva's conclusions proved to be correct in identifying the Euroweeb's speciality to be one regarding kinetic forces, then a single movement could spell his defeat.
Gandharva despised the path his logic was taking him. It was now a question of pragmatism; had there only been an individual, he could have attacked, but it was not within his abilities to pull out such a victory. The attempt to utilise the body as a decoy was unsuccessful, as the savage considered the pursuit of pretty to be of greater importance. It was a night utterly devoid of any elegance whatsoever, and the impugning of his dignity refused to subside.
His goal was a clear one: successfully escape to the Dianoid for the rendezvous. Retrieval of the body was originally paramount, but the damage to it and the unexpected resistance meant that it would have to be discarded. He simply needed to leave his pursuers behind, and the horrid night would be over.
If handing over their money was what was necessary ...
This was all her responsibility. It was her failure to perform the cleanup. It was simply the just course of action to foist the payment onto her.
Bank details were remembered. The cheque was quickly written, the scratching of a pen quietly audible in the alleyway. And into the dimly lit circle produced by the phone torch, the slip of paper became visible.
It was done.
He was already moving away.
For those who aren't in the Discord server or whatnot, just putting my general plan for the next bit or so here:
- Brennan's in position to recover the body now that the "bad guys" are running off, so he could have an opportunity to bring it back to where everyone else is.
- That gives an opportunity for the characters to follow up on the body and whatnot, state interest, share numbers, et cetera.
- Keep in mind that Bang, before his phone blew, was also able to call emergency services, so they'll arrive at some point.
- Then i'm planning on doing a short timeskip to the next day soon depending on whether you guys feel like enough has been done there so everyone can actually get more opportunities to interact.
- Brennan's in position to recover the body now that the "bad guys" are running off, so he could have an opportunity to bring it back to where everyone else is.
- That gives an opportunity for the characters to follow up on the body and whatnot, state interest, share numbers, et cetera.
- Keep in mind that Bang, before his phone blew, was also able to call emergency services, so they'll arrive at some point.
- Then i'm planning on doing a short timeskip to the next day soon depending on whether you guys feel like enough has been done there so everyone can actually get more opportunities to interact.
@The Jest@Petulant
The High Priestess - Meredith Fong
The first thing that struck Meredith Fong was the heat of the explosion. Even though she'd started running really hard the moment the big and buff Australian fellow strolled onto the scene, the intensity of the blast was still great enough that she could feel the ends of her furred coat fray and singe as wild sparks leapt out to lick at her clothes. Which was a big no-no, because she quite liked her clothes. It was a really vivid experience, and even if her clothes were just fake, dreamy ones (that had stolen away her PJs when she was getting in some Z's earlier), so much heat wasn't very good for her at all.
Getting scorched wouldn't help her live longer, right? The youth sped up as the heat reached her, each stride growing longer. She didn't look back, but from what she could hear, somebody had been hit. Her heart sank as the realisation made itself known in her mind. That wasn't good. That wasn't a good way to go out at all. Humans weren't supposed to go the way of roast chicken.
She had to wonder though if the weirdos who'd popped up to help out were supposed to be human too. All the strange names could really be funky nicknames for a fancy costume group that really liked Carroll (and if they had been she'd have to give another gold star for their super unique and vivid style of dress), but looking at that girl telling them to follow, those ears were really realistic. Very mousey. That was the Dorm Mouse, right? Pink eyes didn't look very healthy on humans.
It was a hypocritical observation for Meredith to make, given her own crimson eyes, but she hadn't realised that.
"Just follow along," she said aloud with a firm nod to herself, her movements increasing in speed. She was totally clueless about what was going on, and she couldn't blame all the other people for the confusion and anger, but she figured that doing the entire follow instructions things was their best bet. Turning into a fireball was a no-go, so the opposite to that was just to keep on running!
The High Priestess - Meredith Fong
The first thing that struck Meredith Fong was the heat of the explosion. Even though she'd started running really hard the moment the big and buff Australian fellow strolled onto the scene, the intensity of the blast was still great enough that she could feel the ends of her furred coat fray and singe as wild sparks leapt out to lick at her clothes. Which was a big no-no, because she quite liked her clothes. It was a really vivid experience, and even if her clothes were just fake, dreamy ones (that had stolen away her PJs when she was getting in some Z's earlier), so much heat wasn't very good for her at all.
Getting scorched wouldn't help her live longer, right? The youth sped up as the heat reached her, each stride growing longer. She didn't look back, but from what she could hear, somebody had been hit. Her heart sank as the realisation made itself known in her mind. That wasn't good. That wasn't a good way to go out at all. Humans weren't supposed to go the way of roast chicken.
She had to wonder though if the weirdos who'd popped up to help out were supposed to be human too. All the strange names could really be funky nicknames for a fancy costume group that really liked Carroll (and if they had been she'd have to give another gold star for their super unique and vivid style of dress), but looking at that girl telling them to follow, those ears were really realistic. Very mousey. That was the Dorm Mouse, right? Pink eyes didn't look very healthy on humans.
It was a hypocritical observation for Meredith to make, given her own crimson eyes, but she hadn't realised that.
"Just follow along," she said aloud with a firm nod to herself, her movements increasing in speed. She was totally clueless about what was going on, and she couldn't blame all the other people for the confusion and anger, but she figured that doing the entire follow instructions things was their best bet. Turning into a fireball was a no-go, so the opposite to that was just to keep on running!
Dhṛtarāṣṭra - Night, School District 15, Inside Office Building
"Only when Academy City is governed under the A-Laws can permanent peace be accomplished!"
His luck with opponents seriously blew. It just was not fun when the other kept 'no-selling' his explosions. He wanted to be the centre of attention, make a distraction with a big boom, easy, but explosions were 'a no-go' with her around. She looked like she was getting stronger and faster with every hit, which was 'bad juju'. If his reflexes slowed even a bit, then her knockers would be knocking him on his ass, right? So he pushed himself into overdrive, body jerking back with equally unnatural motions as her attack began. He had to 'think on his feet', right? Get even the tiniest extra bit of space, no matter how much his back burned.
Dhṛtarāṣṭra couldn't just attack. Any movement forth, and the psychokinetic would 'pelt him with tomatoes' and turn his body into the colour of tomatoes. Any attempt at just trying to 'skedaddle' would make tomatoes out of his eyes. And there was no real time to get around those.
He only had seconds. Less than that.
Minimising his movements was important, right?
One foot left the floor. His body was falling back like a collapsing tower. Scissors literally missing him by a hair. Except now there was no way he could physically control his body by himself, yes. She would be on him like 'jam on toast' within seconds, right? It was a very last-ditch plan. Catalyse. No explosion this time. He did not know whether or she would be delayed enough, but the floor between them began to collapse, a massive gaping maw opening up into the level below them. It would take him down too, but that was fine.
His back burned again.
Catalyse.
Dhṛtarāṣṭra spun through the air towards the shattered window as the newest explosion's shockwave carried him painfully away from his enemy. He was minimising his movements, but using that did not mean he was moving, right?
"GREAT BOOSTER!"
Dhṛtarāṣṭra's back screamed with fire, the overwhelming pain overtaking all other feeling.
However, it would be his 'ticket outta here'.
As he fell from the building and into the night, his baggy jacket burnt away. The source of his unnatural, sudden and jerking motions revealed itself.
The jetpack's thrusters ignited.
Dhṛtarāṣṭra took to the skies.
"Sayonara!" he managed to bite out through a grimace. "I will be going Ahead!"
Gandharva - Night, School District 15, The Alleyway
He had underestimated the savagery of the European. The makeshift geysers had taken Gandharva entirely by surprise, their unannounced assault having nearly rendered him little more than a useless clump of mangled flesh, a collection of proteins that would not even be suitable for a dog to feast upon. Yet he had managed to survive, although if his competence (or lack thereof) remained as it was currently, it was unlikely for him to continue doing so. As heavy a blow it had been to his dignity, the bruised ribs were a greater consequence of the unexpected (and unwanted) change in his fortunes.
How inelegant of him. In order to survive that attack, he had been forced to shameful methods, using the corpse he carried as a shield to bear the brunt of the powerful jets of pressurised water. Even now the mangled woman's remains laid atop of him, pinning him against the cold and wet brick walls in the darkness of the alleyway. If he were more of an optimist, then he would have attempted to continue with the retrieval of the corpse, but it appeared that he would need to discard what was proper and follow in the footsteps of his comrade.
This was a situation that could have been avoided had that woman been less careless. It was truly vexing to know that his injuries and their discovery by third-parties had been brought about due to her simple inability to carry about her duties with the correct procedure. It should not have been their duty to rectify her mistakes.
And now, that was growing to seem more and more impossible.
The only silver lining was the damage the body had taken over the course of his escape.
Gandharva allowed light to shimmer around him once more, his eyes squinting shut as he calculated the angles at which the rays would be allowed to bend. The water would still impact him, making his discovery far easier for the torch-wielding savage that he could see approaching. Thus, it was necessary that he performed the calculations as quickly as possible even as he escaped. His pursuer's powers were not defined to him as of yet; to engage would simply be far too much of a risk.
Even if he was to shame himself by fleeing, there was no victory in inelegantly throwing oneself at an unknown.
With the water still roaring around them, Gandharva pushed the corpse off his body, heaving to his body with a hiss that he held inside. He would need to revise his judgement of how intense his injuries had been. Now that he had found his way onto his feet, the pain had only become greater. He gripped tightly with his left hand as he staggered away. The beam of the torch had yet to land upon him, but the calculations were already being performed within his brain.
An Esper, in most situations, would unconsciously perform them as they sought to impress their Personal Realities upon the World itself. That was a luxury he was lacking, particularly in this shameful state. He righted himself as he slowly walked backwards down the alleyway, energies focused on the core aim of maintaining his own invisibility perfectly.
The body had been abandoned. Maybe it would be bait, maybe not.
However, his invisibility was now perfect. It would serve as cover for his escape. That was the only choice he possessed. Each painful step was not allowed to disturb him.
"Only when Academy City is governed under the A-Laws can permanent peace be accomplished!"
His luck with opponents seriously blew. It just was not fun when the other kept 'no-selling' his explosions. He wanted to be the centre of attention, make a distraction with a big boom, easy, but explosions were 'a no-go' with her around. She looked like she was getting stronger and faster with every hit, which was 'bad juju'. If his reflexes slowed even a bit, then her knockers would be knocking him on his ass, right? So he pushed himself into overdrive, body jerking back with equally unnatural motions as her attack began. He had to 'think on his feet', right? Get even the tiniest extra bit of space, no matter how much his back burned.
Dhṛtarāṣṭra couldn't just attack. Any movement forth, and the psychokinetic would 'pelt him with tomatoes' and turn his body into the colour of tomatoes. Any attempt at just trying to 'skedaddle' would make tomatoes out of his eyes. And there was no real time to get around those.
He only had seconds. Less than that.
Minimising his movements was important, right?
One foot left the floor. His body was falling back like a collapsing tower. Scissors literally missing him by a hair. Except now there was no way he could physically control his body by himself, yes. She would be on him like 'jam on toast' within seconds, right? It was a very last-ditch plan. Catalyse. No explosion this time. He did not know whether or she would be delayed enough, but the floor between them began to collapse, a massive gaping maw opening up into the level below them. It would take him down too, but that was fine.
His back burned again.
Catalyse.
Dhṛtarāṣṭra spun through the air towards the shattered window as the newest explosion's shockwave carried him painfully away from his enemy. He was minimising his movements, but using that did not mean he was moving, right?
"GREAT BOOSTER!"
Dhṛtarāṣṭra's back screamed with fire, the overwhelming pain overtaking all other feeling.
However, it would be his 'ticket outta here'.
As he fell from the building and into the night, his baggy jacket burnt away. The source of his unnatural, sudden and jerking motions revealed itself.
The jetpack's thrusters ignited.
Dhṛtarāṣṭra took to the skies.
"Sayonara!" he managed to bite out through a grimace. "I will be going Ahead!"
Gandharva - Night, School District 15, The Alleyway
He had underestimated the savagery of the European. The makeshift geysers had taken Gandharva entirely by surprise, their unannounced assault having nearly rendered him little more than a useless clump of mangled flesh, a collection of proteins that would not even be suitable for a dog to feast upon. Yet he had managed to survive, although if his competence (or lack thereof) remained as it was currently, it was unlikely for him to continue doing so. As heavy a blow it had been to his dignity, the bruised ribs were a greater consequence of the unexpected (and unwanted) change in his fortunes.
How inelegant of him. In order to survive that attack, he had been forced to shameful methods, using the corpse he carried as a shield to bear the brunt of the powerful jets of pressurised water. Even now the mangled woman's remains laid atop of him, pinning him against the cold and wet brick walls in the darkness of the alleyway. If he were more of an optimist, then he would have attempted to continue with the retrieval of the corpse, but it appeared that he would need to discard what was proper and follow in the footsteps of his comrade.
This was a situation that could have been avoided had that woman been less careless. It was truly vexing to know that his injuries and their discovery by third-parties had been brought about due to her simple inability to carry about her duties with the correct procedure. It should not have been their duty to rectify her mistakes.
And now, that was growing to seem more and more impossible.
The only silver lining was the damage the body had taken over the course of his escape.
Gandharva allowed light to shimmer around him once more, his eyes squinting shut as he calculated the angles at which the rays would be allowed to bend. The water would still impact him, making his discovery far easier for the torch-wielding savage that he could see approaching. Thus, it was necessary that he performed the calculations as quickly as possible even as he escaped. His pursuer's powers were not defined to him as of yet; to engage would simply be far too much of a risk.
Even if he was to shame himself by fleeing, there was no victory in inelegantly throwing oneself at an unknown.
With the water still roaring around them, Gandharva pushed the corpse off his body, heaving to his body with a hiss that he held inside. He would need to revise his judgement of how intense his injuries had been. Now that he had found his way onto his feet, the pain had only become greater. He gripped tightly with his left hand as he staggered away. The beam of the torch had yet to land upon him, but the calculations were already being performed within his brain.
Angle of incidence.
Wave amplitude.
Constructive interference.
Diffraction grating.
Particle intensity.
Quantisation.
Wave amplitude.
Constructive interference.
Diffraction grating.
Particle intensity.
Quantisation.
An Esper, in most situations, would unconsciously perform them as they sought to impress their Personal Realities upon the World itself. That was a luxury he was lacking, particularly in this shameful state. He righted himself as he slowly walked backwards down the alleyway, energies focused on the core aim of maintaining his own invisibility perfectly.
The body had been abandoned. Maybe it would be bait, maybe not.
However, his invisibility was now perfect. It would serve as cover for his escape. That was the only choice he possessed. Each painful step was not allowed to disturb him.
@Plank Sinatra@Ayazi
Gratia Mindaro - Survival
Lorena Negasi, the Mistralese girl decided, was batshit insane. Her proposal was ridiculous in every way, beyond the bounds of what the assignment had likely expected of them. The risks involved were many, and had they been in a real world situation instead of a false, lobotomised version of reality, it would have likely ended in the woman's organs staining the sand red like a failed mother splattering a miscarriage across her bathroom floor. In this limited simulacrum, however, the points of failure were significantly minimised, and given the determination she could see in those blazing, angry eyes, something Gratia had to acknowledge as possible. It was laughable that there was appeal to some retarded plan her classmate likely shat out within minutes, but there was truth to the fact that the alternatives were pathetic and toothless.
In what fucking world did she live in that she was willing to implement it?
"Fine." Her hand grasped onto Lorena's. "I'll follow your lead."
If nothing else, it would be something tangible.
Gratia Mindaro - Survival
Lorena Negasi, the Mistralese girl decided, was batshit insane. Her proposal was ridiculous in every way, beyond the bounds of what the assignment had likely expected of them. The risks involved were many, and had they been in a real world situation instead of a false, lobotomised version of reality, it would have likely ended in the woman's organs staining the sand red like a failed mother splattering a miscarriage across her bathroom floor. In this limited simulacrum, however, the points of failure were significantly minimised, and given the determination she could see in those blazing, angry eyes, something Gratia had to acknowledge as possible. It was laughable that there was appeal to some retarded plan her classmate likely shat out within minutes, but there was truth to the fact that the alternatives were pathetic and toothless.
In what fucking world did she live in that she was willing to implement it?
"Fine." Her hand grasped onto Lorena's. "I'll follow your lead."
If nothing else, it would be something tangible.
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