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Post by Banshee on Sept 15, 2018 18:08:52 GMT -6
PRIDE'S PURGE | Banshee's PL: 87,000 (Base 29,000 - x3 Modifier) |
A chill wind gusted through the streets of North City, a herald of the winter months yet to come. The day had been quiet so far, a few minor infractions here and there, but with news of the rogue oozaru in Central City, and the world still very much recovering from the conquering of Satan City, no news really was good news. For most of the city, the day would likely continue in very much the same fashion: calm, predictable, monotonous, safe. But a rumbling in the clouds overhead spelled the end of that peace for a precious few. At first, the rumbling could have been mistaken for mere thunder, but it was soon followed by a terrible crash in the streets. Spectral fire set the streets alight, whitish-blue and billowing smoke. The fire seemed to spread across steel and rock alike, but even as it shouldered and filled the air with soot, the objects it clung to remained undamaged.
It wasn't an attack, but rather the side-effect of a ghostly reappearance outside of one particular building. Amidst the smoke, the figure of a spectral woman with a straw hat and a long scythe came into focus. She wore a harsh smirk and her eyes were alight with murderous intent. She planned the most dramatic entrance she could manage, and she wasn't going to let that pass. She raised her hand towards the building, firing off a series of ki blasts. They were targeted at empty windows, corner supports, aimed mostly to cause a ruckus and to inspire panic. Whatever her motives, she wasn't aiming to hurt anyone inside the building itself.
At least, not yet.
"Whoever remains of the Pride Troopers," she called above the blasts and the crackling of the illusory fire. "Show yourselves and prepare to defend your beloved city. My name is Banshee -- and I'm here to kill you."
She lowered her gaze, patiently awaiting any response. Her thumb flicked over the shaft of her scythe, where a few small cracks remained from the recently-mended weapon. It was one of the few scars that remained from Central City. With the battle still a fresh memory, the irony of her own entrance here lingered at the edge of her mind.
Banshee expends two Devil Lamps to return to Earth.
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Post by Captain Terryn on Sept 17, 2018 13:17:22 GMT -6
| Pride's Purge |
''Ow, ow! Ffff-!''
Terryn winced as he rolled the last bits of bandage around his arm, covering up a nasty gash left from his battle in 'Badman' City. Reaching over the table with a grunt, Terryn nabbed a pair of scissors, and snipped the bandage neatly. Rummaging through the first-aid kit opened infront of him, he found one ofthose easily-foldable paperclips, and secured the bandage in place with it. ''-Aaaand, all done.'' Terryn spoke to himself, before letting out a content sigh. ''Phoo, fuck.''
With a groan, Terryn stood to his feet and nabbed the kit from his little table. 'Maybe I oughta take first-aid classes?' He thought, yet ultimately shrugged it off. His footsteps echoed through the vast halls of the PT's Headquarters. It had been awfully quiet here lately. Ever since Koban passed away, it seemed that all life within the Troopers had simply...Died. He couldn't help but sigh at the thought. It was sad, and that's all he could really think about it. Just...sad.
Placing the first-aid kit back into it's glass compartment, Terryn gazed up at a framed picture of Koban that hung on the wall. Seeing the Heran's hopeful smile broke Terryn's heart, but at the same time, inspired him. It always would. ''Don't worry buddy, we're gonna be just fine.'' Terryn smiled at the photo.
Yet then, suddenly...! 'BOOM!'
''What the?!'' Terryn snarled, knocked off-balance as a powerful blast echoed through the building! The impact was quickly followed up with many more, causing the entire building to shake and crumble! 'Is this SERIOUSLY another attack!?!' Terryn's voice boomed inside of his own head as he darted through the hallways. The Trooper ran into the Security room as the distant blasts echoed from outside, his face locked onto the monitor. One of the security cameras had gotten a clear shot of this 'Banshee', right before being destroyed in the collateral damage. ''You gotta be fucking kidding me...!''
Terryn's head snapped to the side as his eyes laid on a big, red button. Without a second thought, Terryn brought down his fist on it, and an ear-piercing alarm began to echo into the skies of North City. The alarm would automatically contact any active Troopers, alerting them of this danger.
While the alarm blared, Terryn set off into a run, clad in nothing more than a set of blue jeans and a black tanktop. The Trooper stepped out into the chilling air, and immediately locked his eyes onto Banshee's figure.
''Hey! HEY!!'' Terryn yelled, his voice caked in anger. ''Are you serious?! Why!? Can't you just go and take your farmer's toy to play somewhere else!?!'' He shouted up at Banshee. To say he was agitated would be a massive understatement.
Without hesitation, Terryn jumped far into the skies, landing on the Headquarters' rooftop with a backflip. Banshee was still a way's out of his reach, yet now he could atleast take a good look at her. The fact that she was admittedly quite cute didn't even register. After all, what use is a cute face when it'd just be bloodied and broken?
''I don't know what your deal is, but what I do know is that you're going to regret this. A lot.'' Terryn snarled, his eyes lowering into cold splits. The Trooper shifted into a loose stance, ready to pounce at the first opportunity he'd get. Terryn felt his heart beat in his ears, anxiety tugging at the back of his mind.
'Come on...! I know you two are out there, don't leave me hanging...!'
TAGS: Tysco Zautt
OOC NOTES:
oh no you didn't
BEGONE
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Post by Banshee on Oct 1, 2018 10:51:12 GMT -6
PRIDE'S PURGE
| Banshee's PL: 87,000 (Base 29,000 - x3 Modifier) |
"...Oh?"
The ghost reached up to tip her hat downwards, concealing her eyes from the agitated Pride Trooper that responded to her attack. All she revealed as he stood across from him was a sinister smirk, seeming to revel in the chaos that had arisen from her sudden entrance. "The supposed lair of the Pride Troopers, and all you can muster for the defense is a single boy, out of his element?" she clicked her tongue audibly. "Here, I thought your team were supposed to be among Earth's elite. But I suppose I could take my 'farmer's toy' and play somewhere else."
She let out a long, wistful sigh as she clunked the end of her scythe into the ground, raising her finger to trace along its sharp edge. "But I'm afraid you've only confirmed my reasons for behind here. See, I want to kill false heroes and pretenders. And for the ruined remnants of the Pride Troopers to suggest a murderous spirit direct her focus elsewhere, no doubt putting innocent lives at risk..." Again, she clicked her tongue to punctuate her statement, doing nothing to hold back the condescension in her tone. It almost sounded like she was lecturing a child. "Is that really how you want to represent the Pride Troopers with your last few breaths? As an affront to what your kind pretend to be about?"
With a shake of her head, she shifted her stance. Her scythe was held loose at her side, the shaft tucked behind her back, while her free hand was raised, palm facing upwards. Soon, a spark of whitish ki formed in her palm, a flicker of ethereal fire forming around it. Within mere moments, the ki flared into a proper fireball, which she thrust downwards into the pavement beneath her. The fires raging all around them flared up, further engulfing the street and licking at the outsides of the building. They didn't seem to burn through anything, but they did crackle and rage, drowning out the sounds of sirens and shouts from a confused and panicked populace outside.
"Don't fear, Pride Trooper. When you fall, I'll put this 'farmer's toy' to good use. This city could be such a rich harvest, don't you think?"
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Post by Captain Terryn on Oct 3, 2018 6:38:45 GMT -6
| Pride's Purge || Terryn's PL: 106,000 (53K, x2T) |
''Boy?''
Terryn scoffed loudly, oh no she didn't. With an annoyed grumble, Terryn listened to her long and agonizing rant, every taunt simply fueling Terryn's impatience and anger more and more.
Words couldn't really describe how insulted and enraged Terryn felt when Banshee implied he was nothing but a 'pretender'. She knew nothing, nor did she have to know anything. She was nothing more than a murderous spirit, right? Her words, not Terryn's.
The Trooper remained silent throughout it all, only managing to let out a meager sigh as Banshee raised her hand toward the sky. ''Okay, fine.'' He finally spoke, clenching his fists near his sides before letting out a warcry. A blaze of fiery Ki erupted from Terryn's body as his power increased twofold.
Within the blink of an eye, Terryn dashed down to the streets below and kicked the incoming fireball far away. It crashed into the mountainside that overlooked North City, letting loose a distant explosion. But before the sound even reached them, Terryn already stood atop the building once again, fire in his eyes.
''So since you seem to love cherrypicking my words so much, let me put it into simpler terms, 'aight?'' Terryn spoke coldly, cocking his head to the side with a grin, eye twitching with blind fury. Not only did Banshee pose a threat to the City, she outrightly mocked what Terryn stood for. What Koban stood for.
''Either you fuck off back to hell right now,'' Terryn paused, and pointed to the horizon. ''Or I'm going to paint the entire City with your insides.'' He threatened coldly. Jeez, Terryn, talk about edgy. The scariest part, though? He wasn't kidding, the look in his eyes said it all. ''...Do Ghosts even have insides? Y'know what, doesn't matter.''
The Trooper's stance relaxed as waves of fiery Ki licked at his arms and shoulders, a constant glare cast upward at Banshee.
''...Well?''
TAGS: Banshee
OOC NOTES:
Terryn powers up! New PL: 106,000
KP: 7/7
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Post by Banshee on Oct 3, 2018 10:49:26 GMT -6
PRIDE'S PURGE
| Banshee's PL: 87,000 (Base 29,000 - x3 Modifier) |
Banshee pinched the brim of her hat between her fingers, lifting it up over her eyes again to take a long, studious look at the Pride Trooper. Although his swift reaction to her attack had been impressive, the manner in which he responded to her did less to inspire her. In contrast to his enraged demeanor, her own expression read of little more than passive, disappointment, the smirk vanishing from her face. “Either you fuck of back to hell right now,” she repeated his words verbatim, in a dull monotone. “Or I’m going to paint the entire City with your insides.”
She allowed the hat to settle back over her eyes, returning her hand to her side, where a spark of white, fiery ki reformed in her palm. “That doesn’t sound particularly heroic to me, little boy. I would have to say that you’re lucky nobody else can hear us out here. Could you imagine if your adoring fans were around to hear that come out of your mouth? They would be crushed. Not to mention…” she nodded towards the building he was perched atop. “Threats of violence of that scale aren’t exactly becoming of your organization, are they?”
The ghost rose up into the air, keeping her scythe couched behind her back while she played with the fire in her other hand, shaping it and forming it between her fingers. Her expression remained passive, bordering on judgemental, in a stark contrast to the rage Terryn was showcasing in turn. She was calm, even if was calm condescension. “It really does sound like you’re on a path towards proving yourself the very pretender I accused you of being. I recall you’ve recently lost a Captain,” she tilted her head back, as if racking her brain for the details. “I wonder if he was just as much of a fraud..?”
Without waiting for a response, she brought the fiery ki to her lips and raised her scythe before her. With a single breath, the ki floated out of her palm and onto the cutting edge of the weapon, causing it to alight in flame, even brighter than before. The glow of the weapon cast a strange illumination over the ghost, somehow setting radiating onto her while also going right through her, with no evidence of a shadow anywhere to be seen. She darted forward in a sudden move, signalling the end of her taunting and lecturing with a sudden offensive. If she was able to close the gap between herself and Terryn, she would proceed to launch into a series of swift blows with her weapon, bringing the scythe from left to right, and back to the left again. If the two met, then the white of her own fire would and lick and dance against the reddish-orange of Terryn’s.
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Post by Tysco Zautt on Oct 10, 2018 6:49:22 GMT -6
|| Makaimorph (Tysco) Base PL: 8,000 || x4 in use; active PL: 32,000 ||
|| Voltex (Sabriia) Base PL: 5,000 || x6 in use; Active PL: 30,000 ||
Blitzing across the sky from the left and right came two blazing rockets wreathed in Ki, one a deep red with black flecks, the other a shimmering cyan dotted with white pulses. The closer they got, the more accurately they could hear the heated banter between the other two... They certainly heard someone slander the good name of their late leader. Closing into the distance between Terryn and the ghost, the two got right in the way side by side just as the ghost began her violent swings. The two behind these auras did their damnedest to slow or perhaps halt the advances of their current foe, and it seemed as though they were instinctively on the defensive! Now, while they weren't exactly strong by comparison, there was still two of them... Working in perfect unison!
A haze of chaotic Ki uplifted dust from the impact of blows suddenly obscured the immediate area before a pair of determined voices rang out, the two dispelling the dust and minor debris with a kiai each. "Pardon us for the intrusion, but we cannot allow this to continue." The Makaimorph, hero of West City stood tall, a visually robust armored entity— covered head to toe in magical crimson metals, a glittering black Z emblazoned over his chest, silver accents throughout their armor, tattered black cape flowing in the wind. Their helmet eerily similar to the jagged maw of a fearsome beast— yet with none of the malicious intent. The pointed and empty eyes of the helmet ignited with a purifying white flame. "Sorry we're a bit late, Terryn, you know how it is, duty calls! But now we are here!" Voltex, the closest ally of the Makaimorph and fellow hero of West City stood alongside, their armor was more simplistic and streamlined in design, jet black apart from the glowing cyan visor and sizzling crackles of electricity that danced throughout the surface of the armor— as if lighting itself coursed through it all!
The white hot flames narrowed as the Makaimorph assessed the threat before him. A ghost. He knew what caused them to resurface. Much like Samhain had told many a time, ghosts returned with a purpose. The Makaimorph had also witnessed this as his civilian self; Tysco, many times over— recently with Banzo. "I'll handle this." Stepping forward, he got between this new ghost and the others. "You know, ghosts have a deep reason for their return, a lingering regret. It is a shame that it seems yours is for a less than positive reason." Villains were generally much the same; something drove them too. Something that broke them. Something that hurt them... "If that is the case. There is more to be saved here than I originally anticipated."
Voltex on the other hand, was free to focus their attention on surveying the surroundings. One thing that stood out is the only thing damaged was the base itself, and that damage was oddly minor. Windows were broken, cornerstones, the odd loose brick— nothing the base couldn't handle. The city streets had soot all over the place, but there was no evidence of any struggle, no injured civilians, no other instances of damage— and Voltex knew exactly what to look for in all of those cases! Something really didn't add up, and they would make it their job here to figure out what!
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Post by Captain Terryn on Oct 16, 2018 6:41:43 GMT -6
| Pride's Purge || Terryn's PL: 106,000 (53K Base x2T) |
His arms trembled, the anger he felt only increasing as time went on. The dull mockery that came from Banshee was enough for Terryn to nearly pop a blood vessel. His eye twitched without even realizing it, the fiery Ki crackling and amplifying subconsciously. The worst part? Banshee caught Terryn red-handed. If anything, he was starting to sound like the bad guy here.
Yet Terryn continued to hold the moral high-ground, atleast in his own eyes. ''Threats are threats.'' Terryn spat. ''You're the one outright attacking my City. Why should I show any mercy toward you...?!'' The Trooper's gaze sunk downward, hateful eyes glaring upward at the spectral woman. Terryn hadn't quite caught on that Banshee had done little to no damage to the city. The roaring flames hadn't spread, nor had they consumed anything so far. They simply sat there, crackling and glowing... If only he'd pay a little more attention, mh?
The Earthling watched as Banshee rose further into the sky, his gaze locked onto her. Up until now, the spectre had angered Terryn a great deal...Yet that was nothing compared to the line she was about to cross.
She slandered Koban.
A fraud? Terryn's eyes shot open.
He inhaled sharply, air hissing through his teeth before he let out a feral scream! His Ki spiked to a peak, causing the Earthling to be surrounded in roaring flames! The surrounding area turned into a furnace of sorts, with Terryn at the epicenter. Morphed by the intense heat, Terryn's bloodlusted glare stared at the ghost through the flames. ''Y-YOU! YOU'RE GONNA PAY!'' The Trooper yelled out, voice cracking.
Terryn met Banshee's assault with power of his own, yet right before their might could clash, two figures appeared before them, dispelling the assault before it could even happen. Through the clearing smoke and debris, Terryn saw them...!
''Y-You two! You're here!'' Terryn let out, his anger replaced by shock. His eyes darted toward Voltex, smiliing as he shook his head. ''N-no, better late than never...I was about to lose my mind here.'' He sighed out. Seeing the appearance of two close allies did wonders to relieve his stress and rage, and it was only then that Terryn realized the game Banshee was playing.
She was trying to get into Terryn's head, wasn't she? Almost as if she were testing his resolve, for some strange reason. Terryn still didn't understand why. All he knew was that he wasn't going to play this game.
The Trooper glanced at the Makaimorph as he stepped forwards. Terryn knew that he wasn't suited to confront Banshee- he simply held the power to stop her. But what would that really accomplish? ''I've got your back, Makai.'' Terryn spoke sternly, sticking close to the armor-clad hero, gaze locked onto the spectre.
Terryn listened to the Makaimorph's words, and the cogs within him began to spin. If what he said held any truth, then Banshee was hiding something from them. More reason for this assault than simply 'culling the pretenders'.
But why...? Why would she go to such lengths to anger Terryn?
...Why was she so passive, despite wanting bloodshed?
''...Why are you really doing this?''
For now, Terryn hung back, deep in thought.
Something was missing...He just didn't know what.
TAGS: Banshee Tysco Zautt
OOC NOTES: SORRY FOR THE WAIT AAAA
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Post by Banshee on Oct 16, 2018 12:45:40 GMT -6
PRIDE'S PURGE| Banshee's PL: 87,000 (Base 29,000 - x3 Modifier) |
Before the battle could really begin, Banshee found her scythe stayed against a haze of ki. She gripped the shaft of her weapon tight in both hands, gritting her teeth as she tried to force her attack through. But it did little good, succeeding only in releasing whitish sparks of fiery ki and kicking up dust and debris along with the new force. She lurched backwards suddenly, getting her bearings and hoisting the weapon to try again -- until she realized what had happened. It hadn't been a technique or a shield that stayed her blow, but the arrival of two new Pride Troopers. Troopers who, by the sounds of it, were much more level-headed than their leader. That alone seemed enough to shake the ghost out of her assault entirely, and she lowered the weapon back to her side. "You seem knowledgeable," she finally spoke, her eyes fixed on the armoured hero. "More than most on the subject. I cannot envision any way to return to the world of the living without that deep-rooted motivation. The process is painful, even maddening. I suspect most ghosts who return lose a piece of themselves in the process..."
She let out a long sigh. The arrival of the Captain's allies seemed to put an end to his fiery rage, and with it her entire charade. There would be no point in trying to convince her opponent of the seriousness of her attack now. She had already seen all she needed to see, and with his peers here to guide him, he would surely filter himself accordingly. The whitish aura evaporated from the ghost, and soon the flames that had raged following her sudden arrival followed suit. There was evidence of damage along the road, minor burns and bits of rubble kicked up from the initial attack, but nothing quite as bad as might have been expected from such a roaring inferno. The worst of the damage lingered along the edges of the headquarters itself, where she had aimed a true attack to force a response. "I suppose the game is up," she replied, lowering herself back down to the ground. "I won't waste your time with a long explanation. But I was given a directive from your deceased captain to, ah -- 'check in on the team.' He seemed to have faith that you would all do a good job of following in his footsteps, but he was a giant of a man and I couldn't picture anyone being able to take up his mantle easily."Her eyes fell solely upon Terryn at that. "I wanted to see if you had the same, merciful heart as your predecessor, and for that I had to appear as your foe -- as I once did to him. You can judge your actions for yourself when you've cooled off.""... I do apologize for the deception," she added. "But I will do what I can to assist with repairs. At the end of the day, I suppose we're all works-in-progress."
The effects of the expended Devil Lamps end.
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Post by Tysco Zautt on Oct 18, 2018 4:36:50 GMT -6
|| Makaimorph (Tysco) Base PL: 8,000 || x4 in use; active PL: 32,000 ||
|| Voltex (Sabriia) Base PL: 5,000 || x6 in use; Active PL: 30,000 ||
“Mmmhm~! Here we are~!” Voltex chimed in an uplifting tone to Terryn. It was lucky that the two had arrived when they did, Terryn was very much wickedly pissed off. While Voltex knew why that was since they overheard the spirit mock Koban, heroism in its truest form required a more level head but Terryn was a fiercely passionate individual when he set his mind on something. Passion was important, but one would be a fool to rely on passion alone. “So, hey, good thing you still have that mind of yours safely un-lost and still in your noggin, right?”
Continuing their subtle examinations, Voltex noted all points of damage in full and came to realize another thing; while flames lingered, they did not spread, they were controlled. If the spirit intended to cause more lasting damage, she would already be doing it…
The Makaimorph gave Terryn a quick nod in acceptance of his comrade’s support. Keeping his otherworldly gaze on the ghost, he kept a cautiously serious yet understanding tone. “My friend Sam knows more than I do, but yes, I have had experiences in soothing the pain of wayward souls.”
Hilariously enough, out of everybody here the Makaimorph didn’t think this scenario was going to be so easily remedied. It was typical of those committing villainous acts to justify what they were doing before making it worse for everybody, yet no such thing happened. Stunned, the Makaimorph’s flaming eyes blinked twice, making a comical squeaky noise of confusion. Sure, he thought himself good at diplomacy, but not this good.
“Er— I understand.” Clearing his throat, he nodded respectfully to the Ghost. Looking to Terryn and then to Voltex for confirmation, the two of them also floated down to the ground, Voltex beckoning Terryn to follow. As the flames died down completely, Voltex spoke up. “As you can see, the only damage sustained by anything around here is the base, and in a rather odd fashion. There is no visual indicator to suggest that anyone got in the crossfire, even a charred or vaporized body would leave some evidence of a struggle. I believe her.” Voltex firmly asserted, without a shred of doubt present in their tone or body language.
Listening to the Ghost clarify their motives, the Makaimorph was in the same boat as Voltex. “Mmm. I can confirm it is the kind of plan that Koban himself would devise. I knew him well, and he is not the type of man that would want us to be exactly like him. One thing he takes the most pride in is our individuality and our freedom of choice— as I am sure you know, having met him.”
To further confirm what the Ghost was saying, the Makaimorph decided to reference his most recent experience with another disembodied soul. “Regardless, I too see your claims as valid. I know souls very well, and I know lies when I see them. Case in point, I met another ghost— quite recently, in fact. They were filled with regret over something they had done under the influence of another’s will. This regret and remorse permeated the very fiber of their being, and though they were of a solidly large build even in spirit they seemed… Small. As if the will to fight was lost to them. Their name was Banzo.”
Giving pause to let that sink in, the Makaimorph looked out towards the city. “Banzo returned as a spirit because he wanted people to know what went wrong, and to tell those he cared for to look out for themselves now that he was gone. CURE industries, and their CEO Tanga were the culprits behind the dirty deed, and he did not want anyone else to fall prey to their filthy, disgraceful manipulations. After warning those he cared for, after seeing to the grave of those that fell fighting him, his task was done and he faded away.”
A curious gaze fell on the scythe wielding specter, as the glowing eyes from the Makaimorph’s helmet seemed to quirk a brow. “Yet, you remain. Indeed, you took Koban’s request to heart and that is why you are here before us today and seemingly have seen what you needed to see. My question is, if I may ask; what actually brought you back? Is there perhaps something more that you wish to accomplish..?”
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Post by Captain Terryn on Oct 18, 2018 17:32:48 GMT -6
| Pride's Purge |
''....-Huh?''
Terryn fluttered his eyes in surprise. Banshee was already convinced to throw in her towel? Well, shit. He never figured the Makaimorph to be that convincing. Still wary though, Terryn followed the group downward, holding his gaze onto Banshee. The Captain's stance relaxed as Banshee explained her reasoning to target the Troopers. It was at that moment that Terryn's eyes finally opened up, and the raging flames of his aura died down. ''...Koban sent you?'' He repeated her statement, nearly unable to believe it. Terryn's breathing choked up for a brief second. ''O-oh, oh god...-''
His gaze fell downward as guilt started to loom around him. Things really started to sink in for Terryn. The things he said, the way he threatened his opponent, the feral rage he showed...Were those really signs of a Hero? He bit his lip, and hissed through his teeth before muttering. ''D-damn...I'm so sorry. I...Ugh.'' Silencing himself, Terryn gazed up at Voltex, and scanned the streets. Nothing but a light scuffle or burn mark here and there. No one got hurt.
Guilt-ridden eyes looked up at Voltex, before nodding. ''Yeah. It was starting to seem strange to me anyway...I believe her too.'' Terryn nodded, redirecting his attention to the Makaimorph and Banshee. He listened on in silence as the Makaimorph talked about a run-in he had with a Ghost not too long ago. Just another story...Until Banzo's name was spoken.
The Captain's eyes widened, shaking.
...He remained silent, for now.
A million thoughts and questions ran through Terryn's mind as he was reminded of Banzo's fate. It might've sounded cruel, Terryn hadn't thought about him for a while now, as if he had accepted it. But the Makaimorph's story was a painful reminder that another threat loomed on Earth... CURE.
His fist clenched in silence, but quickly unclenched. As much as he tried, Terryn couldn't feel angry. The energy wasn't there. Instead, there was nothing but a strange emptiness. ''...Banzo was a good friend of mine. He motivated me to fight back against the Fleet, he trained me...Koban and him were my biggest inspirations.'' Terryn suddenly spoke up, shuffling closer to the group.
''I was one of the people he visited as a Ghost. It...It fucking hurt. I still regret not being there during that battle. Maybe I could've saved one of them, y'know? Instead I just...Sulked around, too afraid to fight.''
A heavy sigh escaped his lips as he slipped his hands into his pockets. He fought back against a few tears, lips quivering slightly. ''That final chat we had though, it uh...It really opened my eyes. Never again.'' The Trooper shook his head with a confident pout. Never again would he run away...Never again was he going to abandon his friends!
Rubbing his eyes briefly, Terryn shifted his gaze toward Banshee. ''I don't know how much it means to you, but I'm sorry for what I said. Koban oughta be really disappointed if he saw me threaten you the way I did...'' He looked away and paused for a moment, before looking back.
''I tried to fight the Demon in control of Satan City a few days ago, on my own. I was barely able to survive, and, I don't know- having my city attacked directly after that...It kinda made me snap.''
''...I'm sorry.''
TAGS: Banshee Tysco Zautt
OOC NOTES:
Terryn powers down. Back to 3/3 KP yeet
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Post by Banshee on Oct 18, 2018 18:37:07 GMT -6
PRIDE'S PURGE| Banshee's PL: 87,000 (Base 29,000 - x3 Modifier) |
"Well..." the ghost rubbed at the back of her neck, glancing to the side. Awkward. "It wasn't really Koban's plan for me to show up like this, but... he wanted me to check on you all and help out if I could. I just took liberties because sometimes lessons have to be a little more raw than just... lecturing." She cleared her throat at that, before looking back to the trio of Troopers. In truth, she wasn't entirely certain Koban would have agreed with her methods, but it was at least an ironic role reversal given their first meeting.
Fortunately, the interference of his two allies and the revelation of her little trick cooled the new Captain off the rest of the way. As much as this had all been her idea to begin with, she couldn't help but let out a relieved breath at the sight. She wasn't exactly convinced she would've been able to survive long in a duel against him had they continued for any length of time. "Banzo--" he hesitated, looking first to the Makaimorph. "This is also a little awkward, but I was there in Central City when he attacked. He killed Captain Koban, another defender, and -- sort of myself. But I'm already dead, so those things don't... well, it's harder to kill the dead so they stay dead." She managed an uneasy laugh at her own non-explanation. "Maybe I can go over that some other time, but. It's a long story."
She turned back to Terryn, bowing her head to him. The guilt was clear in words, and even more-so in his body language. She didn't relish the thought that she had managed to bring the Captain low, but she offered a weak smile when she lifted her gaze. "I don't believe he would have approved, no. But I don't think he would have turned his back on you either. It's a little odd to say given I'm a few hundred years his elder, but the late Captain is one of my biggest inspirations as well. When I returned to this world, my sole goal was to lash out against the world's self-titled heroes and protectors. I judged them responsible for my death, years and years ago. Koban brought a swift end to my attack, only to provide the path for me to find some sort of peace."
She held her scythe out before her again, before turning it sideways and releasing it to clatter across the ground. It dissipated into thin air soon after, revealing itself to be little more than a phantom, manifested along with the rest of her quite unnatural presence. "Our fight is over. I have faith that you will be able to turn your passion towards the right causes. Even more than that, Koban had faith in you, and he was... erm, quite a bit smarter than me." "... I can understand if trust isn't possible between us for my entrance here, but to answer you," she looked back to the Makaimorph to finally deal with his closing question. "I returned after Central City for the sole purpose of seeing the hero Koban's mission through to the end. I..." she winced a little, hesitating. She couldn't help but expect the worst. "I want to be a Pride Trooper like him."
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Post by Tysco Zautt on Oct 29, 2018 3:21:34 GMT -6
|| Makaimorph (Tysco) Base PL: 8,000 || x4 in use; active PL: 32,000 ||
|| Voltex (Sabriia) Base PL: 5,000 || x6 in use; Active PL: 30,000 ||
Seeing Terryn needed some support, Voltex levitated over to his side and put a supportive hand on his shoulder. “Hey, you might be rough around the edges and have a fiery temper; but your initial reaction as far as I know— need I remind you— was not to take any potential opponent on by yourself. The first thing you did was hit the alert button. That is why you are our comrade. You may think your first thought is to fight; and that might be true… But, your instinct is to help others, and ask for help if you need it.” Leaving it at that, Voltex retracted their hand and simply allowed Terryn to take in the rest of the conversation.
The Makaimorph shook his head in a bid to dispel the spirit’s concerns. “It is okay. There is no need for that much guilt. Perhaps it is not exactly how he might have wanted you to do this, the point is he trusted you to do it. I wholeheartedly believe that his trust was rightfully placed.”
As the information was relayed, the revelation of Banzo struck a chord with both Terryn and the spirit. To Terryn, Banzo was an inspiration much like Koban. That certainly explained a few things that Tysco noticed about Terryn, namely embracing much more of his fighting spirit since his family had some Saiyan blood. “I understand how you feel Terryn. I believe I should have been there, and that I could have done something too. The harsh truth is that we were not there. As much as it hurt, the efforts of those selfless enough to stand up for what is right would be meaningless if I quit.” While Terryn might have been sulking and mostly not doing anything, if he payed attention to the goings on among the Pride Troopers at any point after the catastrophe in Central City… Well, the Makaimorph’s active patrol time alone had on average, doubled.
To the spirit; she had witnessed and fought in the battle! That accounted for one of the smaller gravestones, at least. Being a departed revenant seemed like quite the hassle… “Do you… Ever really get used to how the rules of the universe are sort of different for you now? It seems like something rather hard to get one’s head around.” He shook his head, it wasn’t the time for tangents of curiosity. “Yes, if you wish to go into anything regarding the ordeal, it is best that we do so later, I agree.”
Becoming silent, the Makaimorph backed away and gave the others space to air out their concerns, grievances and put forward their respective apologies. “Koban would be proud you know.” Voltex piped up, wandering over to the Makaimorph’s side. The Makaimorph simply nodded in response, evidently in deep thought..
That is, until the spirit spoke her true goal, her own heartfelt desire rather than fulfilling a promise. Stepping forward and returning to the conversation, the Makaimorph stood tall and proud. “Well, you came to the right place.” He held out a hand for the ghost to shake. “I, the Makaimorph, accept you as one of the Pride Troopers.” Glancing to Voltex and Terryn he already anticipated similar answers; and Voltex for one answered immediately by giving a hearty thumbs up with a liiiiittle extra pinch of flair; an electric spark dancing around the thumb. “Knight of Lighting— The Shocking Voltex, has your back too!”
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