Unraveller

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I think it was more to show that the people wielding this power are certainly not purposefully attempting to kill an innocent (Unless I'm severely misreading here) that they're actions have consequences. Can you imagine simply trying to stun a person with no interest in inflicting bodily harm to and instead doing that very thing? I would imagine that it would be a traumatic experience.

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Oh no! Did Kristof just die!? Great. Now I'm officially mad, having one of my favorite characters killed off! RAWR!

@Teknonick

I'm flattered that he is one of your favorite characters here, but like I said earlier, and its probably because I don't think I can let go of him yet or I'll be heartbroken (Not to say he is immortal, if he will die, then he will certainly die.) I simply think that there is a great lesson to be learned here, within the confines of consequence within one's own actions.

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Is unraveller, like, done with the RP? He already killed off his own character. That only really goes to show that the sound cannon is also OP if it could kill literally the strongest guy with a single kick.

@RawrgnatheBloodfridge

I think it will take a bit more in order to kill Kristof, but he certainly isn't in good shape. Imagine such a focused sound wave, sound is more or less vibrations, and at that magnitude from someone who doesn't even know how to use the equipment. I'd say it might have killed someone with less constitution. I wanted to use it as more of an idea of the consequences of such an action. And as much as I love Kristof I have to come to terms that he is a mortal human being. And death comes to us all.

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And it should be stated, this isn't an arena. Plot is pretty important, sure there will be times for crazy. But it is certainly not all the time. A character you create must come from the soul, the inner recesses of your mind. Not some two-bit put together in a minute generic jumble.

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Sprinting, his arms swiveling up and down, it seemed as if though Kristof was about to catch up with the two whom he had thought were thieves. As the large man drew close he could see that the young girl clad in black was fiddling with a piece of technology, finally she pointed it in his direction. A calm before the storm, she had stopped moving forward, it was Kristof's time to act. They were almost within his grasp, however, something dreadful had caused him to end the chase. A wave of horrid sound, white noise, flushed over Kristof. His pace slowed, his vision blurred, and his knees weakened. The tower of a man came to a kneel, not unlike the one that Naoto forced him into. The shaken man heaved, a thick red substance coated Kristof's hands as he covered his mouth. He fell to a side, blood dripping from his ears as well. Such a powerful device should never be in the hands of a rash young and unthinking person like they were then. "I guess, I couldn't keep my promise." He spoke weakly, his thoughts turned to the young girl clutching a teddy bear and her wishes of peace.

Project Olympia

"I'm telling yeh, I searched the place top from bottom and the ol' scatterbrain wasn't to be seen." Taking a moment to lightly tap the spot where the whimsical candy lover had just popped out from. And with a smirk directed toward Felyse he spoke, "Yeah, well maybe yeh should try and improve yer aim a bit? No harm done though, I guess we're all learning still." Glancing around at all the new arrivals made the Irishman feel more at ease. Rohrbach wouldn't keep them all waiting in the cafe all night, would he? Maybe it was a social experiment, to see how we would all get along? Or maybe Ferghus was just over looking it. The somewhat distracted man shot a quick smile toward Emily"It would be worth a shot, yeah bird?" He responded quick to the idea that she could locate the number, or at the very least attempt to. Ferghus mind filled with memories of attempted phone calls to the professor before, not a single one found their way to his ears. Adjusting his green jacket and loose-fitting black tie, it was a style he loved, he head toward the pot to pour himself a nice steaming cup of black. Ferghus felt rather ashamed that he hadn't known so much about most of the other participants that hadn't decided to stay in the labs. So he made an effort to walk around chatting about menial things, gauging their personalities. The Irishman finally moseyed on back to the couch that he had earlier planted himself within and sat next to the rather snide looking Nick. Glancing around the cafe and its bustle Ferghus fixed his attention on the marching orbs that Orion was controlling before placing them back within a pocket. He had an idea for a little game to pass the time. In an obviously joking manner Ferghus spoke intended at Orion, "Hey porcupine head! Lets see if you can blast those marbles quicker than I can catch 'em. Oh and try and aim for the couch, don't wanna break nothing ya know?" Sure he was playing around, but deep down Ferghus wanted to test his ability, besides he and Orion had been going at it ever since they had first awakened their powers.

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Weapons, psychotic murderers, snowflakes a-special. And why on earth are people allowed to carry weapons all over the place in future Tokyo? Must be some new law or something, -Grumble Grumble Grumble-

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Not entirely sure what is occurring though Kristof wishes to comply with the policeman's authority as much as possible, "I know all that I have is my word, but the samurai reenacter is telling the truth. It would seem that we've two thieves on our hands." Maintaining direct eye contact with the injured officer he replaces the serious expression on his face with a gracious smile. "I hope you won't mind, but I'll gladly collect those thieves and place them in your custody. You see the cloaked one, has just stolen a bag of mine, something that I find precious is within." Kristof stood up still staring at the pair of men in front of him arms folded behind his head. He could see in Naoto's eyes that he just couldn't have pulled the trigger, a truly good man. "If you'll excuse me, I haven't much time." The large German man fixes up his suspenders and turns about. Just before he leaves his voice can be heard again, "Oh and little one?" Likely referring to Shela "I won't let anyone here cause anymore violence on this night!" With a flash of a warm smile, he sprints off in the direction, in hopes to catch them by their collars, of the two little thieves who had tricked him earlier. The man is surprising quick for all the bulk, it must be the sugar rush from the pie.

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I'll be typing a new response now, just as a reminder so we don't get three unmatching posts at the same time.

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Shela is always forgotten :( Also, I'd say it'd be a good time for a word from Naoto.