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Post by Vladimir Soukup on Aug 8, 2013 1:49:21 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,100%,true][atrb=cellPadding,15px,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0px,true][atrb=background,http://i51.tinypic.com/11uul8l.jpg]Go for it. I'll give you the first shot. Tahno staggered as his feet sought stable footing in the slick grass of a large park in the midst of Boston. He tried to ignore the pain flaring in his left ankle as he stared down the three Togabito that had used him for batting practice. Really, this whole damn day was proving to be just a series of clusterfucks. He’d been held up at the airport where he’d been frisked and strip-searched after the x-rays had found his three misericords tucked away in his luggage. Honestly, you’d think it was a crime to be armed in the United States. He’d had to make several calls in order to get the mess straightened out and he had not been particularly pleasant or patient during the entire affair.
His homeland had no concerns about its citizens carrying knives around, so long as one was not blatant about it. The US was just so ass-backwards about so many things. And thanks to the hold-up, he had missed his check-in time at his hotel. He had done his best to explain the situation and be exceedingly patient with the hotel staff. It had been touch-and-go for a while, but he’d gotten his room eventually. He’d been in a foul mood afterwards and wanted nothing more than to nap. Unfortunately, he’d scheduled a meeting and had barely enough time to make himself presentable for it. And even with all of the delays, he’d still been early for his meeting at the African Meeting House in Beacon Hill.
There had been some rumors floating through the Consecro of an artifact that was of particular curiosity to the young Obelisk. It was called the Ephod of Gideon and was said to possess wondrous powers. It was little more than some sort of garment, yet it was supposedly made of a fine, rare metal that remained untarnished to this day. The hunt for it had led Tahno across Europe, through Asia and back to Europe before finally bringing him to the United States. It always amazed him to think of how such small relics could travel such vast distances without being discovered for what they were. He had been eager to begin tracking it down but that would quickly work against him, as he soon found out.
As he’d leaned against the historic brick building, he had heard a dark chuckling coming from above him. His head jerked up to see a twistedly human face leering down at him. He could tell from its reiryoku that it was neither human nor Hollow and he somehow doubted this was a shinigami. A Togabito, then – what wondrous luck he had. He’d immediately launched himself forward, somersaulting so that he was back on his feet quickly as it dove down at him. The pavement erupted in a shower of broken brick and dust. Screams filled the air as it rose up from the crater and hurled bits of brick at him.
Awakening Tianshang Shengmu, he summoned a torrent of water from the jade comb and formed the thousand needles of Matky zuřivost. He wrinkled his nose at the cool, wet sensation of the water flowing up from his belt. It was unpleasant, but he couldn’t afford to waste time or play nice if he wanted to minimize the collateral damage. Firing off two dozen of the needles, he aimed precision strikes at the head and leg joints of its weird limbs. However, it merely shrugged the needles off as it barreled at him. He flashed into the air with a burst of Bringer Light, firing a few hundred needles at it. There was another eruption of bricks and dust as the needles drilled the Togabito into the sidewalk. He fired another hundred needles downwards, flashing towards the river he could see in the distance. He prayed it would follow him if it wasn’t dead already and they could continue in a slightly less hazardous area. However, he was launched backwards by something slamming into his gut and he went flying through the air. Rychlý!
It seemed the Togabito wasn’t alone. And neither one wanted him headed towards the river. He’d come to a staggering halt some distance away, farther from the river than he wanted. It had been problematic. He worked better with Tian’s summoned water, but she used more energy to summon it.
He had ducked as long chains flew at his head. Continuing to dodge and leap backwards, he pulled what remained of Matky zuřivost towards him and fused all but a dozen of the needles into a guandao. He began using the guandao to block the incoming chains as he waited for an opening, but he was steadily being pushed further from his target. Houses and pavement were destroyed as the chains just shredded through them. He had finally stood his ground as he began backing up a large hill. He’d heard screaming and frantic running throughout his steady retreat, but it was markedly louder here. He couldn’t give more ground here. Yet as he prepared to lunge forward, the ground beneath him erupted and he lost control of both Matky disciplína and Matky zuřivost. He’d scrambled up as quickly as he could – noticeably limping due to twisting his ankle – but the third Togabito had simply tossed him up towards the Massachusetts Statehouse like a ragdoll.
He’d rolled and staggered upright, gritting his teeth from the pain. He’d jumped aside to avoid one of the chains launched at him but had been slammed into by a distressingly large chunk of near-solid earth. The wind had been knocked out of him and he’d struggled just to breathe as he narrowly dodged a few more strikes. By that point, they had passed over the statehouse – ripping apart several of the graceful columns and practically obliterating the golden dome – and he had rolled down the hill after his last dodge. It had bought him a bit of time in which to steady himself and settle into his preferred fighting stance. It was embarrassing, really. He was a goddamn Obelisk and he was just being toyed with by a trio of asinine Togabitos. But as water once again shot out from Tianshang Shengmu, he formed them into a circle of six whips – the usual form of Matky disciplína. But these ones were slightly different. This time, each whip ended in what looked like wickedly sharp misericords. “Pojď na mě, ty bezbožné parchanti!”
He flicked his hands and lashed out at the three, done with being on the defensive. Two of the whips collided with the chains, but the rest managed to find their marks and bit deep. He jerked his hands back towards him, cutting into the arms of two and ripping a lovely gash in the torso of the third. It was a start, but this was going to be a hellacious fight. His lips curled into a snarl. “Budu strhat maso z kostí!”
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Post by Radek Eckhard on Aug 8, 2013 2:54:17 GMT -5
Between the Good and Bad +''Is Where You'llFind Me But I know theres a Reason I'm Alive! Radek didn't seem to be doing too much with his day. He was actually pretty bored as a matter of fact. There wasn't jack shit to do in the city it seemed. He'd been to damn near every shop the past week, eve a wig shop run by some scary as hell Asians he wanted nothing to do with (Yes they are real and I hate them). With nothing better to do with his life he decided he might as well go out for a run instead of sitting in his living room and eating cake and getting fat or something. He wasn't too fond of getting fat. He made a quick change into some lighter clothes cause God knew it was hot as fucking hell in Boston in the Summer just because it could be the polar opposite of twenty foot snow Winters. The weather in Boston was just as much of an asshole as those people who lived in it, which was saying a whole fucking lot. So of course he was barely wearing anything now. His shirt was barely a shirt, basically the entire side being a sleeve hole until about an inch from the bottom just because guys could do that. He had on a pair of long dark wash shorts on underneath and then some sneakers because people could fuck off about being able to see his socks. What was he going to do? Run in flip flops? Yeah no. Throwing his hair up into what was probably the sloppiest ponytail ever he set out from his apartment, set on the idea that he was going to have a boring as fuck run on a boring as fuck day and return home to watch some boring as fuck television or some shit like that. How wrong was he?
He ran a few blocks, his whole day going according to plan. There weren't even any rude as hell drivers to beep at him when he finally had to cross the road. Was he seriously in Boston right now? At least he got some dirty looks for running past people on the sidewalk. That was something. A whole lot of something else was about to come his way though. All of a sudden there was a harsh downpour of reiatsu coming down from summer and about that time he looked around and spotted some guy flying by, likely not by his own choice given his lack of form and of course his final destination of slamming into a fucking building. Radek didn't know about other people but he didn't like to fling himself into buildings. Radek slowed to a stop, pushing his hand down into his pocket and grabbing his camera. He backed up against the wall of the closest building, knowing whatever had thrown the guy was right around and he wasn't disappointed.
Three.... well he didn't know what they were. He had no name for them yet. All he knew was that they weren't hollows or shinigami of any kind and other people couldn't see them, making them some other kind of dead being. Well three of them went up to the man as Radek watched, raising his camera and snapping a few pictures as other people moved to get away, obviously able to see the first man. Radek wasn't as scared as they were because he was actually accustomed to this weird shit. He snapped more pictures, doubling his efforts to get better ones when suddenly water was being whipped around by the black haired male. Wait... his hair. Radek zoomed his camera in some more and took another picture, ignoring what was going on for a second just to look at that last picture. Jesus fucking Christ that was some bitching fucking hair. How in gods name did he get it to do that. Radek ran his hand up to his own ponytail. He fucking loved his hair but this was certainly something, even after the guy had taken some beating.
Then he took note of the man's actual attack, noting that the three whatevers didn't really seem to disappear. Radek knew it was a bit risky. This guy was powerful even if he was getting the shit beat out of him. He could easily be of Consecro and Radek hadn't liked his last run in with members of Consecro. He wasn't into kidnapping. Okay he was but only in fiction and other hot things like that. Being stolen by Catholic priests was not very cool. If he did anything it would be a dead give away that no he wasn't normal and was good prey for whatever the fuck they were taking people for. He shouldn't have even been able to fullt see what was going on. Radek couldn't just stand by though probably. That guy seemed like he was about to get killed or something. He waited a moment, tapping his foot impatiently as he thought. Fuck this was some painful bullshit to be dealing with. Now he was yearning for that boring day he was cursing the fuck out of a few minutes ago. "Fuck it.." he finally made his choice, shoving his camera back into his pocket and using bringer's light to appear behind the three beings.
He didn't have much of a choice in his attack. With three beings he couldn't very well use singling moves right off the bat. So he opted for the obvious choice of holding out his arm, muslces tearing from his forearm and stranding together quickly to shoot out at the first thing on his right, piercing through its back before he made a strong pull to maybe slam it into the remaining whatever they were. If nothing else there was a great distrction for the other human to do something a bit more useful and hopefully not maim Radek himself. "You aight?" he called over maybe a bit too loud but what the fuck ever. This guy should be happy he was getting any fucking help at all. If he was Consecro he should be even fucking happier for fresh meat just walking up to him. He really didn't want karma to fuck him over on this one though. He tried to be a good fucking person and if he got his head cut off he was going to be really pissed at life for a while into his afterlife, especially if he had to be turned into a fucking hollow. Fuck fucking karma.
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Post by Vladimir Soukup on Sept 14, 2013 2:29:45 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,100%,true][atrb=cellPadding,15px,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0px,true][atrb=background,http://i51.tinypic.com/11uul8l.jpg]Go for it. I'll give you the first shot. Tahno took a step forward, lashing out with Matky disciplína again as one of the Togabitos launched itself at him. Four of the whips bit deep and it snarled at him. As he tangled with this one, he caught a glimpse of the other two being slammed into each other. Perhaps one of the resident Consecro members had felt the disturbance and leapt in to his aid. That would be a most pleasant change from the shitty path his day had been following thus far. But as he used Matky disciplína to drag the Togabito to the ground, he thought there was something peculiar about the sudden arrival of aid. He just couldn’t figure out what and he didn’t have time to puzzle through it. Restraining the Togabito with four of the whips, he ran forward – forming the last two into a guandao, as he had before. He stabbed the sword into the Togabito’s chest, earning him a blood-curdling howl of rage and pain as it pierced the monster’s heart.
“You aight?”
Tahno glanced up briefly as he yanked the sword from the Togabito’s chest. What had he just been asked? He blinked in surprise, trying to process both what he was seeing and what had just been said. He usually understood English quite well – he had become fluent in the language after entering the Consecro – but in stressful situations he tended to completely forget that he could speak a language other than čeština. The whole internal translation process was further screwed up when he saw just what was asking him the question. Probably slightly shorter than him with ridiculously long red hair, the guy was dressed in what Tahno could only assume was running attire of some sort. Who wore clothes that were that revealing or let their hair be that sloppy? Perhaps just as disconcerting were the cords of twined muscle stretching out from the guy’s arm…no, the state of the guy’s clothes and hair were definitely more off-putting. Lord, but the guy was a mess and he hadn’t even been beaten up by a trio of Togabito.
Damn it, he needed to focus. The other two monstrosities were recovering from the guy’s attack. He pulled the rest of Matky disciplína towards him. They were already on their feet and one looked ready to leap at his rescuer. With a flicker of green light, he jumped towards that one and decapitated it with ease. He then used it as a springboard to leap at the final Togabito. As he leapt, the remaining whips fused with the guandao and reformed into a long spear. He slammed down with all his strength at the last one’s head. He felt a grim sense of satisfaction as the spear pierced its skull; the brief resistance followed by the sudden give was always both exhilarating and nauseating. He landed roughly and staggered to regain steady footing as the Togabito disappeared one by one. His breathing was slightly haggard and his body trembled a bit. But he was alive. He stood up straighter, lifted his head to the sky and murmured, “Děkuji, všemohoucí Bože, pro vaši ochranu a věčnou sílu.” After another moment, he turned his attention to the strange aid God had seen fit to send him. “I am not…‘aight,’ but I thank you as well for your timely intercession.” He bowed slightly. He hoped his accent was not too thick for the young man to understand. He knew that could sometimes be the case, particularly when he was feeling flustered. And he certainly had a reason to feel flustered right now, having narrowly avoided being slaughtered by such lowly beings and cheap tactics. “I am Tahno Soukup. What is your name, young Fullbringer?”
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Post by Radek Eckhard on Sept 14, 2013 23:54:45 GMT -5
Between the Good and Bad +''Is Where You'llFind Me But I know theres a Reason I'm Alive! Radek didn't have to really keep his muscle flying around it seemed. After he did his part the guy witht he amazing, black hair got the rest of the job taken care of. Radek didn't feel the need to keep the bundles flying around and wasting his energy so he recalled them back into his arm. The skin was still open and bleeding but at least his muscles were starting to peice themselves back together. This is why he didn't wear sleeves. Everything has a purpse in the end. Being nearly topless proved useful. No one could yell at him for it now, because it just made sense so fuck them. As the man finished off the last... thing, Radek placed his hands on his hips, just observing. Despite being thrown around Boston the guy was still pretty strong. He must have worked his power quite a lot then. That only made radek a bit more uneasy since he had been stalking the Vatican for a bit. This guy looked to good to be a godly prick though. Still he looked uptight. Radekw asn't even sure what to think. Why did people have to be so confusing?
He noticed the way the man was checking him out. At first he was pretty sure it was checking out anyway. the man was looking at his excuse of a shirt and then his fabulously messy hair. Who wouldn't dig the look Radek absolutely rocked? Evidently this guy, because he looked utterly confused by everything standing before him. Radek slouched a bit, getting a bit uncomfortable with the silence. His question hadn't even been answered.At least not for a few minutes. First it seemed he had to utter something in some language Radek couldn't name off the top of his head. He was halfway sure it was Europea, but honestly he was no expert. He just went places and took pictures. No need for talking to people. Finally he got an answer though. He didn't seem to be alright or something even though he looked fine enough given what Radek had seen. The rest was just way over Radek's level for right now. God this guy was a proper kind of classy fucker. That much he could tell. He had a thick accent too. Oh yeah that language from before was totally European if the guy had an accent that sounded like that. Radek just smiled to himself for being so damn smart. He was like a fucking detective sometimes. He watched the man bow, and nodded his head in response. "Ya looked like yoah weah havin a bit of trouble. Couldn't just stand ahound and watch those thingas just kill ya" Radek ddin't know it but the thickness of his own accent rivaled Tahno's. "Yoah a bit of a serious one too ahn't ya?" he mused at the way Tahno was talking to him. IT was weird to hear someone use language like him. He usually didn't delve too far into the scholarly world. He didn't have time for prudes and their bullshit.
"It's nice ta meet ya. I'm Radek Eckhahd" he extended his hand for a handshake, noting it was his gross, bloody and holey arm. He switched it up and recovered from the mess up quickly, not even paying attention to the fact that he'd done so. If he played it off Tahno wouldn't even know. He just smiled and looked pretty, basically what he was good at. "So I'm gonna take a huge wild guess heah. Yoah not from Boston ah ya?" he questioned, laughing after mostly because he didn't even need an answer for that question. So he had a stuck up foreigner who was strong with his suspicious powers. That was so totally not a bunch of red flags all at once. The shit he got himself into sometimes.
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Post by Vladimir Soukup on Oct 28, 2013 17:43:22 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,100%,true][atrb=cellPadding,15px,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0px,true][atrb=background,http://i51.tinypic.com/11uul8l.jpg]Go for it. I'll give you the first shot. “I suppose you could say I am serious.” Tahno did his best to not stare at the man before him. Between his appearance and his ungodly thick accent, it was a difficult task to accomplish. He could barely interpret what the man was saying to him. Did…did everyone from America speak like this? Or was it just a Boston thing? And here he’d been hoping to actually enjoy Boston a bit. It had a rich history and the hunt for the Ephod of Gideon had been promising. There would be no enjoyment if everyone spoke like this man. Plus, Tahno was in a horrible state – his clothes messed up and hair slightly tousled, not to mention the sprained ankle and small cuts. And he was fairly certain there were bruises blooming all over his body. Those would be incredibly painful in the morning. The whole thing was embarrassing. Still…at least his arm wasn’t fucked up.
Seriously, how was this man – this Radek Eckhahd – not in excruciating pain? Or perhaps he was and was just ignoring it. Tahno had to admit that was pretty impressive. His own pain threshold was fairly high as well. It kind of had to be in order to survive Uncle. He shook his head slightly as he stretched a hand out to grasp Radek’s in a firm handshake. He hadn’t missed the sudden switch to the unmangled hand, but chose to not comment on it. Radek probably didn’t want to make him uncomfortable. “That would be a safe guess, Radek. I am from the Czech Republic.” He let go of Radek’s hand and crossed his arms. He glanced around, noting the damage to the park grounds in the wake of the battle. “I came here on important business, but I suspect my contact has long since realized I will not be meeting them today.” He turned back to Radek. “Are you a Proxy or a Guardian? Your skills are quite impressive, Radek.”
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Post by Radek Eckhard on Nov 1, 2013 13:57:35 GMT -5
Between the Good and Bad +''Is Where You'llFind Me But I know theres a Reason I'm Alive! Radek's face lit up some when the man mentioned where he was from. He knew he knew that accent from somewhere. "Ya don't say. huh?" he said, probably way to loud. His hands came to his hips, and he suddenly looked pretty proud of himself. "You know, I happen to have some deep roots ovah dere" he gave a nod, smiling stupidly. He had even been there a few times for nonbusiness reasons, which was quite the ordeal since he was working basically any time he traveled anywhere. He wondered if he had ever seen this guy around there somewhere. The Czech Republic was a decently sized place though. It was unlikely. Not to mention he would remember some one with hair like that, and some one who dress so fancy. Radek at least assumed he dressed fancy. Right now his clothes were..... a bit torn up and would likely fit a homeless bum better. He pieced them together in his head though, and they were some classy as fuck shit.
Then the man went on, and Radek just wanted to kill himself. He kept his smile up, but he had seemingly completely frozen. The gorgeous hair man asked about his rank. He assumed they were ranks at least. Guardians were usually ranks. He had no idea what the fuck a proxy was outside of what annoying internet bastards used. Radek was rather positive they had nothing to do with this question. What instantly came to his head were images of classy as fuck, even, Catholic priests. With that he gave up on Karma. He had been utterly fucked by it. Wait! He could still lie his way out of this! It hadn't been too long, and Boston was full of Catholics. him being here wouldn't seem fishy. "Guahdian" he stated, unfreezing, looking proud again. He decided it would be best to go with the one word he knew.
"Well it's been really great meeting you and all, but I have some impahtant guardian business and all. My contact isn't so understanding you see" he backed away slowly, raising his arm up and waving it. He needed to get the fuck out of there, like right away. He wasn't sure how long he would be believed, if he was believed at all. This guy looked like a sharp cookie. Radek was an expert liar, but he seemed like the type that could just smell bullshit. That in mind, Radek did what he did best. He turned around and ran like hell, not even caring to look back. He was pretty sure if the man could do it, he would be following him. He looked like he got a pretty good beating, but Catholics were insane. That guy would probably cut his legs off, and it was such a pain to grow them back. Needless to say he didn't want that. He was a free man! He would not be taken like this... probably! Up ahead were a few tight buildings. If he could get that far he could probably get away.
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Post by Vladimir Soukup on Nov 3, 2013 6:31:34 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,100%,true][atrb=cellPadding,15px,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0px,true][atrb=background,http://i51.tinypic.com/11uul8l.jpg]Go for it. I'll give you the first shot. Tahno nodded absently as Radek stated he had “some deep roots” in Česko. The information wasn’t particularly interesting or important to him right now, though he tried to look vaguely interested in the statement. Many people across the world could make a similar claim, after all – such was the effect of immigration. What he was interested in right now was what sort of information Radek could give him about the headquarters here. More specifically, he wanted to know its location. His contact hadn’t been directly affiliated with the Consecro, but it was the only way he could get in touch with the man. Hopefully Radek would be able to take him there.
But as he waited for Radek to speak up, he felt a creeping suspicion that this wouldn’t be the case. Keeping his face expressionless, he observed the man before him. Radek had frozen up the moment Tahno had asked about his rank. The smile was still firmly in place, but it seemed strained now. It was as if Radek was trying to figure out how to respond to the question. But if he were part of the Consecro, the answer should have been immediate. So he wasn’t a member. Tahno mentally sighed. He’d just finished fighting some Togabito. He didn’t want to have to fight this guy in order to conscript him. And he would have to conscript Radek. The Micans Nitore’s orders were very clear and Tahno couldn’t bring himself to disobey. It wasn’t a pleasant prospect. He didn’t mind fighting Hollows or Togabito, but humans? It was his duty to protect humanity, not endanger it.
He waited patiently, hoping Radek wouldn’t give him a reason to fight. It would be nice for things to go smoothly for the rest of the day. But when Radek flat-out lied to him about being a Guardian, Tahno immediately switched mindsets. The man had just made himself into Artemis’ prey – and there was no escaping the Hunter. This wasn’t going to be fun, but he had orders to follow. Conscription came before his treasure hunts; the Ephod of Gideon would just have to wait. He let Radek slowly back away. He even cheerfully returned the man’s wave goodbye before Radek turned and bolted. He let Radek get a slight lead before using Bringer Light to take to the air.
With a flicker of green luminescence he followed after Radek. He moved in a zigzag, taking care to stay behind and to one side so that his shadow would not be immediately obvious should the other Fullbringer turn around to see if Tahno was following. As he moved, he summoned a large orb of water from Tianshang Shengmu. This was going to come to a fight. If he could, he would like to subdue Radek quickly. If not, he wanted to be prepared for a lengthy bout. With a quiet sigh, he followed the man to some tightly packed buildings. Maneuvering on the ground would be difficult. He preferred ranged combat, but he wanted to confront Radek about his deception. He let Radek slip through the gap in the buildings, landing silently on the rooftops. He continued to track Radek as the man made his way through the gap, waiting patiently until Radek was almost clear.
Once Radek reached the end, Tahno jumped down with a flicker of Bringer Light – landing gently a few short feet in front of the man. The orb of water remained up near the rooftop, safely out of sight. “I’m afraid your important business will have to wait. After all, no Guardian or Proxy would flee from me so quickly without first ensuring I at least knew where to locate headquarters.” He smoothly pulled his misericordes from their sheaths on his forearms and settled into a fighting stance. “I’d rather you come with me peacefully, Radek. You seem like a nice guy, if a bit eccentric. Don’t compel me to subdue you with force.”
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Post by Radek Eckhard on Nov 6, 2013 18:33:34 GMT -5
Between the Good and Bad +''Is Where You'llFind Me But I know theres a Reason I'm Alive! Radek was sure he was going to be able to get away. Maybe the catholic church wasn't so insane. Okay, they were totally fucking nutso, but this fine haired man seemed to be different enough. Radek didn't sense a trace of being followed. Being the bad ass spy he liked to pretend to be, he always knew when he was being followed. He liked to think that way at least. He was pretty damn sure it was justified too. He made it into the tight alley without any trouble aside from shoving past a few people, but honestly who cared about nameless people anymore. It was all about the bad asses who were main characters and blew shit up.
As he reached the other end of the alley, it was apparent that his mad skills were slipping. Out of fucking nowhere the fabulous man showed up. Radek nearly ran straight into him, stumbling to a stop just a few feet before he did, a panicked look on his face. Oh for fuck's sake. Did this really have to happen? He wanted to go for a run, not run from insane people. He just ran his hand back through his hair, his other hand swatting out as he laughed, trying to blow the whole thing off like some kind of joke he was playing. "Ah come on, I figuahed if ya had come all the way heah, you knew wheah ya weah going. Don't tell me you'ah that fah out of ya element" he laughed once again, shaking his head. "It's all just a misunahstaning. Why be so serious, huh?" he mused, taking a step backward. He was really trying. This man was like psychic or something though. He wasn't sure how log he could pull this off.
That was why within the next few seconds he stretched his hand up above his head, reaching up for something it seemed. There was nothing there though. There was a great thing about being a movie fan though. He learned tricks from Spider Man and Batman. He threw his hand open, and instantly a rope of muscle shot out of his wrist. It launched upward to a balcony, quickly wrapping around it. Radek didn't even try to say anything more, knowing excuses would get him nowhere at this point. With the strands of muscle wrapped securely, Radek pulled himself up in ant instant, the muscle actually carrying him. It through him up from the balcony, releasing its hold there. Radek continued upward, a second rope flying out from his other arm. He continued the same pattern with the two strands until he was at the rooftop.
Once he made it there, he just glared to the side. Of course there was just some random water hanging around like random water did. Bull fucking shit. That guy was fucking ready for this. Letting out a heavy groan, Radek tossed one rope out toward to opposite building, pulling himself toward it. As soon as his feet touched the roof, he was set out in a dead run. He didn't dare recall the muscle that was outside of his body, sure that he was going to need it all too soon. That mother fucker was serious. there was no way Radek was going willingly either. At this point he figured that was apparent. Now it all depended on how much that guy had the hots for him. If he was compelled by Radek's fine ass, then Radek would be home free. He doubted it played that much of a role though.
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Post by Vladimir Soukup on Nov 12, 2013 1:25:25 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,100%,true][atrb=cellPadding,15px,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0px,true][atrb=background,http://i51.tinypic.com/11uul8l.jpg]Go for it. I'll give you the first shot. Tahno sighed as Radek tried to blow off the issue. He really didn’t want to fight the man. The whole muscles thing was nauseating, to say the least, and the thought of prolonged exposure to the unsettling sight of muscle cords whipping about was almost enough to make him gag. Fullbring powers were so fucking weird sometimes. Unfortunately, Radek didn’t wait long to get the ball rolling. The man’s arm was up in the air, seeming to grab for something. But instead, a long rope of muscle shot out of the man’s wrist and wrapped around the balcony above Radek. Tahno shook his head in irritation and disgust. This definitely wasn’t going to end peacefully.
He sighed again as he watched the man repeat the process of firing muscle upwards. Radek quickly pulled himself up to the rooftop. He undoubtedly noticed the water hovering there and probably took off running. Tahno waited another moment or two, wishing that people would just listen and not cause him such difficulty. He’d had a long day. Didn’t he deserve a break every now and again? Wrinkling his nose, he used Bringer Light to quickly reach the top. Radek had taken off at a dead run across rooftop, apparently thinking he could outrun or outwit Tahno. He would’ve been amused by the thought were it not for the fact that pretty much everyone he’d ever gone up against had believed they could outrun, outwit, and outmaneuver him.
He took off after Radek. The orb of water immediately streamed after him as he went. He focused on the cords of muscle streaming behind Radek. The muscles were clearly Radek’s Fullbring. The question was whether or not the man could grow the muscle back if it was severed away completely. How dangerous would that be to Radek? Would it somehow ruin or hamper his Fullbring? Or would he ultimately be as unfazed by the loss as he was by simply using his muscles in this manner in the first place? Tahno supposed he could always heal whatever damage he caused to Radek. It would take a good deal of time, but it was definitely possible.
He split the orb into a half-dozen smaller orbs and compressed them into razor-thin discs about a foot in diameter. Once formed, the discs began spinning at high speed – creating an unnerving whirring sound like a circular saw. The fewer feet of muscle this guy had to work with, the better off Tahno would be. Without hesitation, he flicked one arm forward and sent two discs flying towards Radek. A distant part of his mind admired the way the sunlight refracted off the whirling water in myriad colors. Yes, even violence and death could look beautiful. It was something only a child of wrath could truly appreciate, he supposed. Moments after the thought flitted through his mind, he sent a third disc careening after Radek. This time he aimed at the back of the man’s legs, seeking to sever the muscles and tendons so that Radek would come quickly tumbling down.
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Post by Radek Eckhard on Nov 12, 2013 18:57:13 GMT -5
Between the Good and Bad +''Is Where You'llFind Me But I know theres a Reason I'm Alive! He heard the sickening sound that resembled saw blades, and Radek looked over his shoulder, instantly grimacing. Tahno was chasing after him as was to be expected outside of Radek's imaginary world where he got away. There were some sketchy looking disks of water though. Those seemed to be where that dreadful sound was coming from. See this is why he needed to take his sawzall everywhere, even on random runs through the city. He knew this now. It was just a little bit too late for all of that. Or was it? As he ran a little bit faster, he took a look around, naming the streets in his head. His apartment wasn't far from where they were now. If he could get home, he could get his beloved, over the top weapon and fight saw blades with saw blades.
The hard part was actually getting something like that done. When he finished figuring out where the fuck he actually was, he looked back to see how far behind Tahno was. As it turned out he was barely far at al. As an added bonus the other fullbringer was sending some of those disks his way, which just made Radek so fucking happy. That was sarcasm. He let out an annoyed groan, turning around so he could deal with the problem as he ran backwards, which likely wasn't that safe either. It beat being cut apart though, even if he basically did that to himself... all of time. He didn't have to justify himself! To go on with not justifying himself, Radek swung his arms out, the bundles of muscles following that action, coming down upon the first two disks. While they slammed down on them, the disks were still able to cut through the muscles, leaving Radek with a face of absolute dread.
It only got worse when Tahno sent a third his way. This was bad, so fucking bad. It was so bad that Radek didn't even realize he ran right off of the current roof without enough push to get him to the next. That was the price of running backwards like an idiot. It didn't hit him until.. well his back hit the rough brick of the next building. It knocked some of the wind out of him which got his attention. He looked around, seeing the disks flying over top of him, something that confused the fuck out of him. Then he looked around some more, and took notice that he was falling, falling really fast. Finally he looked down, spotting the ground that was way to close. With panic mode setting out, Radek flailed around, reaching out for anything that would help him. this was of course just an alley that had fucking nothing. No other hope, he pulled what muscle was left back into his body. Just a few seconds before he hit the ground he activated he under-skin armor that hardened his muscles beneath his flesh, protecting the things that were more important inside. While he still hit the ground hard, it wasn't nearly as damaging as it would have been to the average person that fell off of a eight story building.
Yeah, his life was saved, but he was still in a good amount of pain from that fall. He was a bit slow to get up, groaning as he did so. Then he remember the crazy priest who was chasing him. That got him to his feet really fast. He looked up for a brief second to see if Tahno was following him down, which was likely. Either way he bolted, running out onto the main street, or mainer street that was pretty empty since people were getting the fuck out of the area where Tahno had been flung around like a ragdoll. Radek was hoping for the covering of asshole people. He did not get it. They really were fucking assholes. With no other choice, he kept running, heading back on route toward his apartment, though he wasn't sure just how much good even the sawzall was going to do him at this point. His muscles had been cut away so easily and they usually did better than the blade of the weapon. "Dammittttttttttt!" he whined, running even harder as he cried out into the sky. This was so not even fair on so many levels. He would never be able to trust pretty boys again after this, even though he probably would anyway.
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Post by Vladimir Soukup on Nov 22, 2013 3:17:21 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,100%,true][atrb=cellPadding,15px,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0px,true][atrb=background,http://i51.tinypic.com/11uul8l.jpg]Go for it. I'll give you the first shot. Radek had quickly turned around to face Tahno. But oddly, the younger Fullbringer didn’t stop running. Tahno couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen someone fight while running backwards. That wasn’t going to end well for Radek at all and Tahno would have to resist the urge to laugh when the inevitable happened. As he processed this, the first two discs found their targets without problem. And as he had expected, they ripped through Radek’s muscle without any trouble at all. The look of absolute dread on Radek’s face was slightly amusing to the Hunter in him. But he would definitely need to heal that damage when this was over with. The Obelisk jerked his arm back to him, pulling the two spinning discs back to him. As they returned to his small collection, Radek went plummeting down into an alley. The third disc went careening past Radek’s head as the man fell and Tahno snorted in contempt.
Shaking his head, Tahno leapt down into the gap. He angled off the wall across from him and pushed off of it. Like a traceur, he bounded from wall to wall – maintaining his momentum while safely descending the full eight-story height from rooftop to ground. As he made his descent, he heard a painful thud from below him. Radek clearly wasn’t fairing quite as well as Tahno, as far as reaching the ground was concerned. But judging from the groaning, the man also hadn’t died on impact. Really, his Fullbring was quite impressive. Radek looked up and spotted him before bolting for the street. Tahno cursed. He hadn’t even had a chance to fire a disc down at the man. And the street meant a good chance of crowds – and therefore a high likelihood of witness or civilian casualties. “Nacházíte se docela chytří hajzl, ne?”
He soon reached the ground, but slipped slightly as he landed. He had already forgotten about his twisted ankle, but his body hadn’t. He pulled his head forward and went into a roll to keep from falling flat on his face as his ankle momentarily refused to support him. He took a moment to recover before getting back on his feet and taking off after Radek. As he cleared the alley, a Cheshire Cat grin lit up the Obelisk’s face. There wasn’t a soul around to provide any sort of cover for the fleeing Fullbringer. Tahno may not have been okay with conscripting Radek, but the Lord was providing him an excellent situation for it. Who was he to refuse the Will of God?
“Dammittttttttttt!”
Tahno’s grin widened. With another flick of his wrist, he sent one of the discs careening towards Radek. This time, he aimed for the man’s shoulder blades – a straight line across them. At the same time, he directed a second disc at the man’s back and a third and fourth at both his legs. He had every intention of taking out Radek’s legs before the man reached whatever sanctuary he was headed for.
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Post by Radek Eckhard on Nov 22, 2013 13:53:56 GMT -5
Between the Good and Bad +''Is Where You'llFind Me But I know theres a Reason I'm Alive! This sucked so fucking hard. Radek was running as fast and hard as he could manage, but when he glanced over his shoulder again, Tahno was right fucking there again, chasing after him like a pro. Radek wondered if the Catholics had a special class for hunting people, because this fucker was really good at it. He grimaced, looking back ahead as he groaned in his panic. Up ahead there was a good corner to turn around. It was actually a very nice corner when he saw the street sign. His apartment was on the next street, which was a relief to him. He just had to make it a little bit farther. Just to useless check where the other fullbringer was, Radek looked over his shoulder once more, eye widening instantly as he let out a panicky screech from the back of his mouth. He was in some deep shit.
Discs were flying at him again. He didn't like discs very much, and would probably never look at CDs the same again. On instinct he ducked down, somewhat unintentionally ending up in a summersault. That was great for the first couple of discs that flew over his head. He didn't really have time to prepare for or notice the two that had been aimed at his legs, where his back was now. The disks collided right with his back, and if it hadn't been for the hardened muscle from his 'armor', Radek was pretty sure he would have been cut into three different Radeks. One was plenty of him. The cuts were still deep though, getting dangerously close to organs that really shouldn't have been cut.
Radek was unable to get up from his crouched position at the time, nearly falling over in fact, but moving at all hurt like a bitch, even for the guy that was used to his muscles getting torn to shreds. He completely froze up, grinding his teeth to keep from making any kind of sound. Finally he got the will to look around, finding that he was on the street corner he had every mind to run down before. That didn't seem quite as possible now. He glanced back to Tahno who was surely still coming after him. There was only one plan he could some up with at this point, and he really wasn't looking forward to it at all. Though, he looked forward to it more than being a crazy priest's bitch boy, so he opted to do it anyway. Tensing the muscles in his back up to keep the as still as possible, Radek turned around, throwing his arm out like he was launching something. Nothing shot out right away, making it seem like it was just a wasted effort. Maybe Tahno would laugh and let his guard down. Either way, Radek was pretty sure he wasn't prepared for what he was doing. After a moment, Radek's entire left arm flew off of his body, leaving a bloody mess of a shoulder behind. It was closed in a fist, racing toward the man as fast as Radek could launch it as.
Hit or not, the arm shot up into the air to avoid being destroyed by anything else in the near future. It made the trek Radek couldn't himself right now. In the meantime, Radek had to not get knocked out or killed, which was slightly difficult in his current condition, that he had only made worse. He was panting pretty hard from a mixture of the beating he had taken and the energy he had used up. "So, I guess it's too late tah ask ya to just... I dunno.. let me go, huh?" he mused, forcing a laugh even though it just hurt his back. He was really just buying time, but he was also somewhat serious. It was worth a fucking shot.
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Post by Vladimir Soukup on Nov 30, 2013 3:17:10 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,100%,true][atrb=cellPadding,15px,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0px,true][atrb=background,http://i51.tinypic.com/11uul8l.jpg]Go for it. I'll give you the first shot. Tahno snorted when Radek let out a panicky screech. That had to be one of the most undignified sounds he’d ever heard a man make. It was almost as pathetic as when his uncle had begged for mercy after trying to burn the Soukup farm down to the ground. He would have to apologize to Radek later for this whole ordeal. Or at least he would if Radek managed to survive the capture process. When the man instinctively ducked out of the way of the first two discs, Tahno cursed his luck. The first two wouldn’t have done any serious damage to the man’s back. The last two, however, were meant to shred through the legs – whether at the joint or through the femur.
There was a deep sense of relief when the discs didn’t completely penetrate Radek’s body. Whatever had protected the man from going splat back in the alley had just saved his life again. But the damage was still severe. Though not quite the fashion in which he had wanted to, Tahno had met his goal. Radek was not going to be bolting from him any time soon. The discs returned to him once more as he closed in on his prey. He stopped a dozen feet from Radek as the other man turned and flung his arm out towards the Obelisk. Nothing happened at first, but that didn’t mean anything. The Obelisk settled into a batting stance and pulled the discs back toward him. They began forming into a large warhammer as Radek’s entire left arm detached from the young Fullbringer’s body and flew towards Tahno at a rapid clip. The sight was more than a little disconcerting, but he had seen worse damage inflicted by and upon Hollows and Togabito. Of course, none of that damage had ever been self-inflicted. Tahno swung with all his might, sending the arm flying upwards. He watched it fly off to God-knew-where before splitting his discs into a thousand needles and sending five hundred careening after the arm. He might not know where it was headed, but he didn’t want it to reach its destination.
“So, I guess it’s too late tah ask ya to just… I dunno… let me go, huh?”
Tahno didn’t immediately answer, though the remaining five hundred needles flew towards Radek as the man finished his question. The needles stopped less than a foot from Radek’s body, hovering just beyond him in all directions. A few moments later, Tahno smirked in triumph – his other needles had effectively snared the wayward arm and were returning to him. It looked a bit like a pincushion, though perhaps only fifty of the needles had actually pierced it. With his new pincushion hovering beside him, Tahno finally walked over to where Radek squatted panting on the ground. Several of the needles formed into something resembling a shield and bashed into Radek’s head, rending the man unconscious. Tahno sighed, wrapped some of the water around Radek’s bleeding back and stump of a shoulder, and pulled out a cellphone. “I’m afraid so. There is a long, unpleasant road ahead of you now, Mr. Eckhahd. May God have mercy on us both for what you will have to endure,” he murmured as he dialed the number for the Vatican. He needed to get the address for the Boston headquarters ASAP.
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