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Location: The Cult Mansion
"Just making sure you kiddos know, this is a you mission, not a me mission, meaning me's is staying out of it." Gojo grinned widely and shrugged. "Not that I have any worries, but the council isn't taking this very lightly." His attention turned to the young sorcerers in the back who sat persistently while listening to Gojo's instructions. Among the group were the seven sorcerers taken under Jujutsu Tokyo High's wing over the summer, the boy who could craft nearly anything out of paper, the flame wielding youngest member of a long line of sorcerers, the cunning Minato who can create shields in thin air, the long-ranged ice sharpshooter, an older reporter who made use of a possessed brief case, the bird-curse raised Saito, and finally, Agito, one of the illusion twins.
They sat in the back of a long limousine, a normal ride for the students as school buses were not seen as appropriate for their field of study. They were to exorcise and control curses who plagued the world, being created from strong negative emotions, unseen to the untrained human eye, however, the very unfortunate are born to see and end these "demons". Gojo sighed as he relaxed deeper into the seat, somewhat kicking his leg up. "You guys caused quite the fuss to save this kid, so he better be all he's lived up to be, young-Agito."
His stare drifted directly over to the black haired boy. His gaze was steely and serious as the kids had seen him in the weeks previous. He then gave a smile before giving a thumbs up before stating "I don't even want to imagine what the council'd do to you if this was a fluke!" His demeanor was much more Jovial than it should've been with this statement, but in trust of his students, he'd lighten his attitude. Crossing his arms, he'd look back to the road. Next to him was a timid looking man who piloted the car, watching as the GPS lead to a forest where paths were near minimal.
Far in the distance, a worn down mansion could be seen, inside would contain threats that the group had prepared weeks for in preparation, whether that be curses or curse users who held themselves up in the building, preparing for the foreseen invasion. The cult family that lived inside had kept their son hidden from the outside world for years now, afraid of the rumored curse uniting the twins Agito and Akito would have. The car swerved past trees and climbed up the steep gravel pathway leading to the large house. About a mile or so, the car would gently pull to a halt as Gojo cheerfully exclaimed "Toot toot! We're here."
Gojo stepped out of the car before any of the students could, and would have Ijichi open the trunk before knocking on the car door to allow the kids to step outside. He'd stand in front of the opened boot of the vehicle before all of the students were in front of him, giving him a chance to speak for a moment before any chaos ensued inside the building for the next few hours. Gojo clapped his hands together before bowing in a presentational manner, showcasing the gear he had previously confiscated for the trip the students had been on. There were many mysterious objects present: a metal ball bat, an archery bow, and many other weapons and accessories. Gojo smiled before speaking again. "Try not to take too long getting kitted up! I'm excited to explain what the sitch' is."
Fuyuhito walked out of the car silently as he listened carefully to Gojo's instructions. He acted as though no emotions were present in him, while in truth, these kinds of raid missions always made him feel guilty deep inside. What if this person they were saving had no desire to be helped? What if the rumors told to him before the mission were true? He held his thoughts behind his head as he grabbed his skillfully crafted bow, and wore it around his body. After everyone had gotten ready, Gojo could be found sitting on a nearby stump, waiting for the students to join him, grin sprawled across his face. He'd gesture for all to sit down to listen. Fuyuhito reluctantly sat down as the last person. He always was fond of his previous sensei, but always found his demeanor rather... silly, for his occupation.
He'd sit down next to Koshikari, but said nothing as he did so. Gojo cheerfully clasped his hands together before laying down the mission synopsis for the crew once more. "Okay! So, today's big mission is to infiltrate the big scary house up the hill to save Agito's twin brother Akito. I won't be assigning mission leaders this time around because of how little information we have on this place! Yippee!" This somewhat made Fuyuhito cringe, despite constantly being the adult of the group, Gojo Sensei always had a childish demeanor at the worst of times.
After adjusting his tone, Gojo looked back at the students before speaking a final time. "Agito knows more than I do, so it'll be up to him to inform you guys on the way up on any major questions concerning this mission." Gojo then stood up randomly to cross his arms into an x-shape before speaking."But no one is in charge! It's up to you guys to figure out how to complete this mission together! No more questions for me! Get your butts up the hill!" He'd give a thumbs up before the students were dismissed to make the mile trek up the hill.
Out of the corner of their eyes, the students would be able to see Ijichi preparing the curse barrier technique to shield the mission from the outside eye. He'd nervously smile at the curious stare Fuyuhito gave him as he followed his classmates carefully behind. His attention returned shortly after as he silently kept his distance, waiting for conversation to begin amuck the group.
I think I speak for Lugu when I say to take care of yourself before the RP. If you need to take a break or anything of the like, I would let him know until you feel ready to be posting again.
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Sandswept Sky
The sands of the expanding desert blew into Raiden's face as the Buggy drove speedily across the acre. If it had not been for Raiden's visor that currently was directing the cyborg, there was an entire dunes worth of sand blowing directly into his eye. It had been a decent couple minutes since Raiden had set course, but still it lingered in his mind when he would arrive. Miraculously, he somehow managed to keep his hat and poncho on in the billowing winds of dust.
He'd slow the buggy down to a halt a few miles away from the initial destination, preparing to enter any fight that may approach. First he'd check his HF Blade and Murasama, ensuring there were no major faults with either weapon. He particularly disliked the use of the red Murasama, as he used it to assassinate the late president-elect Steven Armstrong, yet he kept it on a whim since then. He'd sheath the blade once more as he reluctantly pulled the large red bottled liquid he had obtained from the vending machine previously.
The liquid inside was viscous in nature and did not look entirely safe to consume, however, Raiden was previously given the information by the rabbit lady he had met previously that it would bear healing properties. Popping the cork off of the top Raiden examined the liquid closely through the glass, still unsure about drinking it. Sighing he tipped the edge of the bottle to his mouth. Grimacing at the taste he continued drinking until he knocked the entire bottle down his system, finishing it off with a sound of disgust. "Agh! What the hell?!"
While the taste and texture of the liquid was abysmal, the results were almost instantaneous. Raiden felt his body return to a state he had not felt in a long while. The once slow and weakened body he had previous was now limber and swift, as though there were no ailments in his cybernetics anymore. He rolled his head along his shoulders and clenched and unclenched his fist, enjoying the now loose body he possessed. There had to be nanomachines in the liquid. Something. "Well, guess I can't complain too much since it proved effective..." He spat as he began mounting the buggy again. "But damn, was it nasty."
After traversing for a while, Raiden had finally approached upon the the old fortress mentioned in the flyer, except something was extremely off about the area... On the commission, it had stated they needed someone to take down a large monster, but... There was no monster in eyesight yet. Now concerned, Raiden would hop off the buggy to investigate, keeping his hand on the red Murasama, if anything were to approach, visor snapping open to adjust his vision. There was nothing above the hills present behind the fortress or anything near the far off dunes. Nothing.
Stepping ever closer and closer to the fortress, Raiden's concern grew. There was no apparent sign of any huge creature looming the area. Had someone lied to make the weary cyborg drive to the middle of nowhere, simply to be annoying? No. If that were the case, there would still be tourists and travelers bustling about the area, living life. He slowly drew his blade, now suspecting a surprise attack at any moment from a large fantasy creature or gigantic robot. Anything that matched the description of "Giant Monster".
It was when Raiden got near the steps of the fortress that something had been triggered. The ground would begin to fiercely rumble and the reverberating sound of sand shifting and earthquaking filling Raiden's ears. The large monster was certainly nearby and whatever Raiden did had disturbed it.
Over the top of the fortress, a large link of robotic spheres would peer over the top of the ramparts of the abandoned fortress, looming around in a circular motion. Raiden looked at the robot in awe of it's size and potential power. One of the robot's mechanical eyes would snap in the cyborg's direction as it whirred loudly and began preparing some kind of attack. It would swerve in overhead and begin dropping balls of energy on to the ground directly at Raiden. Rolling out of the way, he'd balance his blade in his right hand, now ready to properly begin the battle.
The robot would begin floating in his direction, the red eye on the front lighting up as it continued to prepare the same energy ball attack again. With very little way to attack the machine, Raiden would unclip an EMP grenade from his waist as he hurdled it up towards the colossal creature. Noticing the cyborg had thrown something at it, the mechanical giant would direct it's attack at the grenade instead, shooting it with a ring of energy spheres. One of them would manage to strike the explosive, ultimately negating the electronic canceling effect of the EMP. Raiden would have to rethink his tactics. Before he was given another moment to think of what to do next, the giant would begin whirring a laser at it's eye. Within seconds, a beam of light would pierce the sand as Raiden quickly dodged to the side. He'd grunt as he landed on his side, rolling back on to his feet. "Thing's smarter than most MGs." He'd run across the sand in an attempt to distract it.
As it's attacks ensued, Raiden would continue making it spin in a circle, it's caterpillar shape twisting and contorting to aim at him. On a whim, Raiden threw another grenade into the air as he caught the mechanical monstrosities attention. It would blast it again, but by the moment it looked back down at Raiden, he had prepared another attack. Quickly sheathing the HF Murasama in favor for his signature blade, Raiden would switch weapons and hurl the HF blade directly at the eye of the robot. As the eye turned to face Raiden once again, it would be met by the edge of the sword that had been thrown, lodging itself in the mechanical eye. As if reacting to some form of pain, the creature would split into nine segmented orbs, quickly dropping on to the surface of the sand. As they laid dormant on the sand, each one of them aimed their red eyes at Raiden, either blasting beams or balls of energy.
Able to quickly dodge a majority of the attacks, one of the balls of energy came into direct contact with Raiden, causing a strong jolt of pain and small period of sluggishness. After subsiding the pain, Raiden located the orb he had initially thrown his blade at, and sprinted to retrieve it. Seeing as it was the only one of the monsters segments that was near completely incapacitated, he would prep his sword and try to stab through the metallic body of the one portion. At first it yielded zero results, but as he wound his swing back up and let electricity course through his arm and blade, the strike deemed effective and provided a nasty cut into the metallic creature. It roared, either in some form of pain or in acknowledgement one of it's segments had been rendered useless.
The mechanical parts of the creature would begin to rumble as they began to ascend into the sky once more, but before Raiden would let them float away, he jabbed his blade directly into the side of the nearest segment, holding on so that he could deal damage while on top of the creature rather than waiting. As it reached a certain height, it began scouting for Raiden, who it could no longer see. He hurled himself on top of the beast as he began dashing to the front most segment. He'd grip his blade tightly as he exclaimed loudly: "Look who's got the upper hand now!"
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Sandswept Sky - Edge of Tostarena Town
Stepping off the edge of the building, Raiden had decided he had waited long enough in the little town, ultimately deciding that it would be best if he looked for work so that he could find a means of repair. He had recalled multiple key landmarks in the area that he previously had not much paid attention to, those being a vending machine which had advertised medicines and healing items, while the other was a sort of billboard with sheets of parchment and posters plastered on the cork.
Ultimately making the choice to check out the assortments of medicines advertised in the vending machine, Raiden took quick walking steps as he began wrapping around corners of the town, trying to recall where he had subsequently seen the machine. Once the machine came into eye sight of Raiden, he approached it, taking coin out from the inside of his poncho, prepared to pay his share for what was seemed to be similar to that Healing Draught the rabbit lady inside the wrestling arena described.
Something was incredibly off about this vending machine however, once Raiden prepared to put his cash in the machine, it beamed with light as it began... talking. "IF YOU NEED A HEALING, STEP RIGHT UP!" It spoke in a rich southern accent.
Startled, Raiden jumped back, drawing his blade from his back, ready to attack the machine if it made any funny moves. "What the hell!?" He exclaimed bluntly, sure he had seen talking robotic dogs, and had certainly seen a talking vending machine, but considering the timing of this machines speech, Raiden hardly considered it coincidental. He kept his stance, until the machine spoke again. "If you ain't dead, I'll keep ya that way!"
After sheathing his blade, sure this machine wasn't going to transform into a Metal Gear, Raiden approached the machine once again, picking up the change he had dropped in fright moments ago. After placing each coin into the machine Cachink, cachink, cachink! Raiden looked at the selections one last time to make sure there was... Nothing else? To be fair, the man had no idea what half of this shit was. Shields? "Health Now?" In the end, he figured it best he select which of the options (supposedly) worked, and selected the "Health Potion" option. Potions? What the hell was this place?...
This machine heralded multiple red flags aside from talking. It was incredibly dusty and sand-tinted. While the machine appeared to be made of a carbon metal, it was rusting. This machine was rarely used and was not being taken care of, meaning only one thing...
The machine made a noise that every American feared, the sound of vending machine failure. Whatever was supposed to roll off the shelf inside the contraption either got stuck or refused to get released from the springs inside. The most annoying part? It blinked back to life and decided to shout at Raiden once more, as if to torment the man for even trying to purchase an item.
"Sold!" It roared, despite not giving Raiden the item he requested from it. Most machines would spit out the coins it had previously been so eager to take, but this one did not. Frustrated, Raiden would grab the sides of the machine, make sure no one was looking, then begin to shake the contraption.
Raiden grit his teeth as he shook, speaking under his breath, "Come on you... Piece of shit!" Nothing. The machine produced nothing for Raiden. Angrily he punched the machine, now ready to give up entirely, turning around as the machine beamed "Do not harm the machinery." in that now annoying country accent.
Snapping around his shoulder, Raiden turned back to the machine as he voiced his displeasure openly with the machine. "Fuck the machinery!" As he extended his clawed hand into the innards of the machine, ripping out a health potion that he had previously paid for before. He examined the red liquid, trying to determine its origins before he even considered putting the viscous liquid into his mouth. There is no way this tasted good. Turning back again, Raiden began walking away before the machine gave a final testimony: "See ya real soon! I'm sure,"
Now even more frustrated with the machine, Raiden quickly drew his sword and sliced the machine down the diagonal as liquids from the products inside leaked and their bottles fell out. Now feeling the judgmental stares of the locals, Raiden scratched his head as he met the gaze of the passers. "Uh... Put it on my tab?" He shrugged, now unsure of what to do as he quickly ran away from the situation.
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After leaving the situation that Raiden had created near the town square, he navigated the streets to look for the cork billboard he thought about. There seemed to be very few... "adventurers" and the such huddled around it, but the few that were there parted kindly to let Raiden through so that he may examine the board as well. There seemed to be a few missions and bounties up right now, many others seemingly being claimed or completed by others who had taken refuge in the town. There were, however, three specific requests made by the locals that stuck out the most to Raiden.
The first request was to deal with some cacti nearby that have been causing issues crossing the desert. The objective there was obvious. The second was to investigate anomalies from a nearby ghost town to the west. Obviously he would be debriefed on the situation should he choose this mission. But the last flier was the quest that Raiden ultimately decided to take. His goal was to travel to the northeastern fortress to take care of a looming, giant monster. He doubted the description of said monster at first, but after all he's seen both in this world on his own, he supposed he could give it the benefit of the doubt. Besides, Metal Gears were kind of in their own way giant monsters, so how could this be any different.
Deciding it best to take a dune buggy from one of the tourist guides, Raiden would seek to find a method of somewhat discreet transportation to the described location. Most travelers became wary of the location, as it was no longer safe for visitors due to the threat described on the flier, so finding a driver however, may be near impossible. The man had become lost, not sure of where to go to find any form of second hand travel. He had never considered himself a tourist and any time he did need to travel it would either be some form of government agency dispatching him or Raiden simply driving himself.
It was then Raiden had found at the edge of town an area he could rent a buggy to transport him to his mission. He pulled out more coins from his poncho. This job better be legitimate He thought to himself, staring at the few coins he had left. There was just barely enough to get him there and back in full payment, but there would be nowhere for him to return if he was out of cash. He paid the local in the station, nodding as he exited just as quickly as he arrived.
Throwing one leg over the side of the buggy, Raiden couldn't help but feel somewhat excited to finally be back in action. A grin would creep over his face as he adjusted his sombrero. His visor would snap shut as he started up the buggy, and began driving into the distance, towards where his UI showed him was the Northeast. He looked back at the town as he bid it a temporary goodbye, clutching onto the mysterious potion he had grabbed earlier.
"¡Ole!"
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