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Post by Blood Dupre on Dec 11, 2013 1:22:41 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width:400px; padding: 5px; background-color: #000000; ,bTable] Blood knew Luka could handle the situation at hand. Even as he saw the kid attempting to fight back, he wasn't worried. Instead of joining his muscle in the brutal beating, he decided to take his leave and vanish out of harm's way for the time being. In fact, he didn't even feel like waiting outside while it happened. That would be boring, far too boring for his tastes. He pulled out his phone to search for a the nearest cafe, which surprisingly ended up not being Starbucks. He ordered his latte and waited, hoping that by the time he got back Luka would be finished beating the kid up.
Sadly, the latte taste like shit. He took one sip of it, then threw it down. He didn't care if he made a mess in the shitty cafe, they should have known better. Blood put himself in a bad mood just by attempting to drink such utter shit. He stormed out of the cafe and headed back to Luka, too upset to even want to see the bloodied corpse of the kid anymore. He was done with the outside world and just wanted to go back home and sleep. However, the scene he came back to was not what he wanted to see.
Luka looked fucked up, his doll looked exhausted, and the other guy seemed to be in a very ferocious. Perhaps this is why this kid was on his list. They should have taken care of him awhile back. Blood was upset to see Luka's dragon vanish and his doll turn into an actual doll before the kid even shown signs of exhaustion. This is his muscle?
He sighed and took tasse off the brim of his hat and whispered low enough so that no one else heard him, "Ziege Dich". Tasse turned into his beloved pimp rifle and was prepared to do his dirty work. Blood aimed at the kid's face, hopefully not missing him since he was falling from the sky. He then charged up a blast and released it, hopefully hitting the man before he could hit Luka. Even if it didn't, the next thing was bound to. Almost immediately after his blast, he sent almost thirty bullets in his general direction. One of those was bound to slow him down, even if by a little.
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Post by Luka Crosszeria on Dec 12, 2013 15:21:44 GMT -5
[atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=width,480,bTable][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,100][atrb=vAlign,top] BRAND ZESS ✖I WILL NEVER BETRAY YOU Luka could only growl under his breath as the blast was avoided once again. He was really just in trouble now. He tucked Sodom away, piercing his sword down into the ground. With what strength he had, he forced himself up to his one good foot, the rest of his weight going to the handle of his sword. The kid was coming down fast. He didn't need to be in that spot when he came crashing down. Putting as much force as he could on his good leg, the bount flung himself forward, drawing his sword out of the ground in the process, flinging up debris to get in the human's way. It was about all he could do in that moment.
As he escaped a certainly painful death, Luka caught sight of something firing off from the side. His eyes turned slightly, and he spotted Blood, his doll released and firing bullets at the human kid. He didn't look very happy about having to do so either. Luka's expression remained blank, but he instantly turned his eyes away. He had let the man down, and let this get so out of control that he had to step in and save him from certain doom. He was supposed to be able to handle these kinds of things. That in mind, he had all the determination he needed to go on fighting some how. He had to bring an end to the fight. He couldn't just let his master down. His blade was the first thing to hit the ground, plunging deep into it. It acted as an anchor, bringing Luka to a stop. He flipped over it, landing on his good foot. His other foot was held up slightly, but this time he drew his sword right up, not worrying about distributing his weight. He could handle himself. He had to.
Again he looked over to Blood, his expression as apologetic as it was capable of getting. He didn't waste time with apologies though. There were still things not taken care of. Banking on Blood's bullets at least distracting the kid some, Luka lunged forward with the power his single leg would allow. It still allowed him to move at a good speed, sword aimed at the kid. He knew his other slices and stabs hadn't done much good, but he was aiming for the chest now. Surely he could at least slow the human down. He was relatively sure the thing couldn't be killed at this point. It should have been dead by now if that was possible.
Notes:--Tagged: Luka, Blood, Ex-Ginger Words: 433 template by pianissimo of BTN
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Post by Katsuo Fuuma on Dec 13, 2013 17:55:01 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=width,350,true] Before he could come crashing down on the Bount, said Bount moved out of the way and flung debris up at him. Katsuo merely let his Reiatsu flare once more, repelling the projectiles with an invisible force. Before he could attack again, something came out of nowhere and slammed into his face. Luckily, the residual Reiatsu still radiating from him took much of the impact and he simply shook his head from side to side afterwards, as if it were a minor annoyance. He then looked up, only to spot a new enemy. Almost as soon as he had pinpointed the other Bount, several of the bullets hit him, stopping him in his tracks.
With each new injury that marred his body, it was getting increasingly hard to recover each time. Clearly, Katsuo was nearing his limit, but he couldn't process that fact while transformed. He trembled a little as he mentally pushed away the foreign feeling of pain, and hit the ground, miraculously landing on his feet. He had recovered a tad too late though, as another piercing pain hit him moments after.
The grey bandages disappeared and a few seconds later, Katsuo had returned to normal; even his clothes having changed back to what he had been wearing before. He slowly looked down to see the Bount's sword piercing his chest, and while he couldn't fathom how or why, he knew he had lost. He opened his mouth to say something, but only blood came out. Unable to support his own weight anymore, he lurched forward into the Bount, the only thing keeping him from falling to the ground being the sword. At that point he had already started to fade out, completely oblivious as to what exactly had gone on while he was transformed. But clearly, things hadn't worked out the way they were supposed to. HAN: 11 | REI: 7 | HAK: 11 | SEI: 4 | BUK: 4 | HOH: 11 |
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Post by Blood Dupre on Dec 15, 2013 15:14:15 GMT -5
Blood didn't care for any apologies or anything like that. He wanted results. This had gotten so out of hand that he had to do something about it. It was inexcusable and Luka was going to be punished for it later. It seemed it only took a few bullets to stop the man, so luckily he didn't have to do too much. He was at least grateful Luka could achieve that much.
Blood rolled his eyes at the pathetic site before him, then whipped out his phone. He dialed the number to his office, which wasn't very far away, and requested a pick up. There was no way Luka could possibly stand in his condition, so a Limousine would have to do. He didn't even bother calling something for the brat, figuring some fuck would do it sooner or later.
The Limo arrived, and Blood hoped Luka would get the memo to crawl his ass in the car. Once that happens, then the driver will leave and they'll be on their way to his underground surgical facility to get Luka fixed up. He couldn't have a broken right hand man. That was bad for business.
[Exit]
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Post by Luka Crosszeria on Dec 17, 2013 14:37:51 GMT -5
[atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=width,480,bTable][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,100][atrb=vAlign,top] BRAND ZESS ✖I WILL NEVER BETRAY YOU He wouldn't admit to it later, but Luka was actually pretty surprised he pierced the human's chest. When he looked again, he realized the kid had gone back to his earlier form. That would probably how he had managed, and why he was so still now. Luka felt the boy's weight fall upon his blade, and at the moment he made it vanish entirely, blowing apart to return to being sealed within his ear cuff. He limped back one step, not chancing and more than that with his leg. The kid would probably fall to the ground and get blood all over his shoes, but that was hardly a concern when the rest of him was getting pretty bloody anyway. Fighting like this tended to do that.
It seemed he wasn't exactly going to catch a break though. Blood didn't do any more than look at him when their ride pulled up. He wasn't going to be getting any help. That was fair enough. He glanced to the kid, wondering what the fuck was going to happen to him now. Blood didn't say anything to him either. He must have really fucked up in the past. Well, there were other to come take care of his fate for now. Luka doubted he could go back into that other form anymore, so he just let it be. It wasn't his business anymore, not directly anyway.
That over and done with, he looked to the limo, grimacing slightly, as much as he ever grimaced. Luckily it wasn't far from where he was at the moment. Taking in a deep breath, he forced himself to walk once again, taking extra long strides when he was on his good foot. He didn't show a thing except the slight twitch of his eyes when putting weight on his broken leg. As soon as he got himself into the car though, relief washed over his expression, He sat back in the seat, letting his leg relax and just lie there, pain pulsing up from it. The adrenaline that had allowed him to steel his nerves this entire time was fading away, making him very aware of just how messed up his leg had gotten. His face was even beginning to hurt from that should have been deadly punch. While it was true that Blood was probably disappointed and pissed off, Luka could worry about all of that later. He was sure he would be plenty forced into being sorry too.
Notes:--Tagged: Luka, Blood, Ex-Ginger Words: idk template by pianissimo of BTN
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