Post by Alexander Voss on Apr 15, 2021 22:07:28 GMT
Name: Tussle Crew Requirements: 5,000 WC Minimum Rewards: 2,500z | 400 XP | 1,000 SP | 4 TP | Bonus: 1,000 SP Description: A trio calling themselves the “Tussle Crew” has shown up in East City. They’re powerful, but they’re not as powerful as you are. Show them all what for and decide the fate of the city. But beware, they’re not the type to fight fair.
Post by Alexander Voss on Apr 15, 2021 23:15:39 GMT
The man on the machine didn't respond, and Alexander could feel his patience immediately beginning to wear thin. He didn't want to bring harm to the man himself, but there was a very real sudden anger that gripped his heart that demanded he do so. He growled slightly under his breath- a show of emotion that one rarely was able to see from Alexander as the young man shifted forward, toward the machine itself. He reached a hand out to simply begin to smash things one at a time, in order to get this scientist's attention. Yet as he did so, there was a sudden sense of 'danger' from him, and he glanced down just in time to see a hand fire upward out of the ground.
The hand was attacked to an arm, which then led to an elbow. Followed by a second and a third elbow before the arm arced, slamming an enormous skeletal palm into the ground, and hoisting up what seemed to be a rather massive skeletal beast that pulled itself up out of the ground. "Tch," Alexander murmured under his breath as the ground cracked and broke beneath its bulk as the monstrous form of the... whatever this was began to rise forth from beneath the machine as if it were a grave. "Your beast is as lacking as you are," Alexander called toward the scientist, who still did not speak- and it was at this time that Alexander was beginning to sense that something was not 'right' with the man.
As the beast came out form beneath the ground in full, Alexander wasn't especially bothered. His power had grown to insurmountable heights. Something like this was merely a stepping stone. However, a sudden call came in from the EDF, and the young man felt his eyes narrow slightly as he pulled the phone up to his ear, not at all worried or even focused on this giant amalgamation of flesh and bone. "Alexander," he spoke evenly into the receiver, and as the giant skeletal colossus attempted to slam its arms down toward him, his aura simply rose up to meet it, blocking the creature's attack as if it were little more than just a child.
"Hey. I thought you sealed off the area," the voice coming through was Lieutenant Azure, the woman's voice sharp with mild annoyance, even if she technically reported to him.
"I did. Why?"
"There's reports of four other significant battle powers in there with you. Three of them appear grouped together, one's off on their own. I'd guess the four is likely connected to what's going on. The one though, you got me. A wildcard. Might be someone to look at for the EDF. Or your ESF pet project."
Alexander snorted. "Fine. I'll go play babysitter," he responded, ending the call without bothering to say or listen to anything more. His aura had snapped the arm off of the golem, and he continued to ignore it as he strode forward, his gaze on the scientist. "Last chance."
The immense dome like seal across the vast area was certainly new, never before did he see such a sight happen, let alone having to share it with three other individuals that had their eyes locked onto the Saiyan Monk. The trio stood there, with their mouths wide with a horrendous, eerie smile on their faces, all three of them eyeing up the Saiyan; with one intention in mind… To kill and ask questions much later. If anything, the very clear expression on their faces was a clear indication that they just wanted to cause as much chaos as possible, even this current part of East City was sealed up.
“Well, well~ What do we have here? A Monkey in a Gi costume looking a little lost. Oooh, he’ll be a delicious practice target!” The first member of the Tussle Crew spoke aloud; a tall, stout figure, with muscular arms and legs, with a long-braided beard and medium length, brown, unruly hair with clothes that could seriously do with some wash. “What you say guys? We give this freak a bad time, and see what we can do with slaughtering the remaining survivors? Oooo~ We could even make this into a game! Whoever kills the most survivors wins!” The second member of the Tussle Crew replied; one who was smaller, but much scrawnier than the first member, malnourished though clearly still muscular, with an outfit specifically that of a trucker, with clean shaved beard, and long black hair, and red sharp eyes that looked as though they glistened admits the glowing sealed dome.
Callion, however, was not exactly pleased to be kept in what appeared to be in a cage with three, obviously, madmen that should either be kept in a maximum-security prison, or insane asylum whilst being pumped with medication to keep them in line. The only reason as to why he stuck around in East City for so long was mainly providing support for the civilians to flee the area, and on a non-related note, finally have a good drink of his Blackwallow Beer that he purchased for the thousand zeni! The Saiyan just stood there and looked at the trio for a moment, holding the mentioned bottle in his right hand and started to chug the entire bottle down, gulping every last drop until it was completely empty. With a lick of his lips, Callion walked over to a nearby recycling bin and placed the now empty bottle into the bin.
The Saiyan looked up, clicked his neck from side to side as a quiet sigh escaped his lips. If there was one thing he learnt while on earth, it was even the most deranged psychopaths cannot be reasoned with or even remotely try to help them. They understood one thing alone… Killing people first regardless who they are, and asking questions at a more appropriate date, which was never. With his left hand, Callion beckoned the trio to start the fight, reading their facial expressions as well as body behaviour. “Well look at that, guys! The monkey does wanna have a fight! I say… LET’S GIVE HIM ONE!! LET’S GO TUSSLE CREW!!” The third and final member of the team bellowed with a demented cackling laughter, licking his salivated mouth. This man was practically half naked, with his upper body revealed with horrific scars in a muscular frame of average height and weight for a human, his lower garments tattered, his hair-coloured grey, messy and wild befitting of his personality.
All three of the Tussle Crew proceeded to power up and charge straight towards Callion, attacking him from all sides, in a grand display of a Clashing against the Saiyan monk with ferocious speed, agility, and strength in toe. Each member managed to get a successful hit on Callion, their blows hitting him in the face, legs, and torso. Their fighting style resembling that of street combat, using any and all tricks available, even fighting non-fairly for the sheer pleasure in taking such a disciplined monk down to their level.
However, Callion was not going down that easily, even though being out manned, even he still managed to pull out some hits on his own, even though he was greatly focusing on the defensive! A few pressures point punches, and a few lightning-fast kicks to the solar plexus, put the members of Tussle Crew at an annoyed state. Their battle took off into the sky whilst being within the sealed off area, their combat could be heard with a rumbling echo of punches connecting and the sounds of the Tussle Crew yelling at the top of their heads.
Word Count: 772 Total Word Count: 772 Combined Word Count (Alexander + Callion): 1,286 Requirements: 5,000 WC Minimum
Post by Alexander Voss on Apr 18, 2021 18:26:43 GMT
The scientist didn't seem to be paying Alexander any further attention, and as he leaned in closer to the man- now that the undead guardian was dead- he noted that the figure was just as pale and unmoving as the rest. Which meant that the man who was in charge of creating these undead was undead himself. But to Alexander, he looked as if he weren't quite all there. He wasn't responsive and there was just something off about the whole situation. But he didn't have much time to really get too deep into things- he had a job to do here, and there was also apparently someone else that was going to need some level of assistance as well. He sighed. This hero business was for the birds.
He shifted, extending his left hand out toward the machine. As he did so, several long, heavy tendrils of energy from the young man's aura formed as they writhed and spasmed, launching forward toward the machine, beginning to wrap around it. There was no hesitation in his eyes or anything of the sort as he looked on, watching the machine as it was crushed under the force of the tendrils of void. Even as he did so, the undead scientist or whoever he was didn't make even the slightest bit of movement, and Alexander exhaled slowly as the broken pieces of the machine began to fall to the ground. He was now not even sure this was the cause of the undead... but he would find out.
He reached a hand into his pocket, pulling out his phone and calling Lieutenant Azure back. "Machine neutralized. Target appears to be nonfunctional as a result. I'd guess whatever was powering him ran out," the young man spoke, earning an affirmative from Azure before he snapped his phone shut and glanced back to where he could feel the various battle powers off in the distance. None of them were significant in the slightest, but Alexander still figured that he would go along with the request to assist whoever might be in trouble. The one wasn't all that much stronger than the other three, and if they were able to work together at all, the one could fairly easily be overwhelmed.
The aura wrapped up around the young man before he lifted up into the air, and with a speed that was impossible to most, shot forward like a bullet, searing through the skies before he arrived near the edge of one of the boundaries that he created, and he merely floated in the air for a moment, looking down at the fight as the three rushed forward toward the lone figure. Alexander couldn't help the small sigh of contempt as he saw that it was a Saiyan, and he was quite tempted to just turn and leave the fellow to his fate, but as he looked on, the figure was clearly able to do some damage back to the three fighters who were attacking him.
"Curious," Alexander spoke evenly as the group and the lone fighter steadily made their way skyward as clash after clash of energy was heard in the air. There might be those who couldn't keep up with the speed at which they were moving, but to Alexander it was little more than a slight exertion of effort as several large, crimson eyes began to open up from within the aura, watching the goings on between them. "Hm. I suppose I might as well," he spoke quietly. He wasn't necessarily a 'hero' per se. Not in any stretch of the word. But at the same time, he was quite defensive of his home planet and those who would defile it- which was these three.
The saiyan managed to knock one of them up near Alexander, and it was only then that the Tussle Crew individual realized that they were being observed. The fellow with the braided beard looked up at the figure of Alexander, narrowing his eyes. "We got another one, boys! It looks like-" the man started to speak, when Alexander was suddenly in front of him. There was no actual time in which Alexander had moved- he was simply further away, and then suddenly directly in front of him.
The young man's hand reached out, grasping ahold of the fellow by the throat in a calm, almost lazy gesture for him- but the speed at which it moved made the Tussle Crew fellow unable to respond. "And who, might I ask, are you?" Alexander spoke evenly, before his gaze flickered to the Saiyan, who was now only dealing with a pair of them. "Are you the ones behind the undead?" Alexander asked evenly, his silver gaze on the man who's hands were gripped around Alexander's wrist as he struggled to breathe.
As the clash in the sky with the Tussle Crew and Callion raged on, no one could’ve expected the arrival of the Earthling into the mix when the Saiyan managed to knock the first member into the newcomer’s direction. There was an odd sensation, but yet he had no idea. There was something… Odd, about the Earthling… Something that he should be very careful to cross or even remotely bother to try and act instinctively prideful, which thankfully, he had learned to ignore. His eyes swiftly glanced back to the Earthling before engaging with the other two in a continuous combat in the sky.
“Aaaaw~ You saw Aaach! Our little handy work! I’m glad you did punk!” The First member barely answered, still in the grip of the Earthling with his left hand holding onto the Newcomers shirt, struggling to breathe while in his grasp. Such smug and arrogant was still on the man’s face. “I suppose you could thank the scientist. We had a little win-win talk… Well, actually it was ours~ We wanted to kill as many people as we possibly could. Just for fun… As for the scientist… Well, we simply threatened his life, family, and any relatives he had. But hey, not like you’re going to live long enough to tell anyone right?”
In a span of minutes, the remaining two members of the Crew dispersed from fighting Callion, flying with impressive speed towards Alexander, their hands primed with yellow Ki energy, the two flew directly above the Earthling, firing a Full Powered Energy Wave at him, intentionally taking a dirty cheap shot at the man that got a hold of their first member.
The Saiyan growled, flying back towards the two that took a shot at the Earthling, smoke filling the current area. The second member took a sharp glancing glare at Callion, alerting the third member of the monk’s advancement. “Oooh, this boy doesn’t know when to quit does he!? Let’s send this boy back to hell and we’ll see about finally infecting West City!” With that the two Tussle Crew members and Callion, once again, engaged in air combat, clashing in the open air. “Hahahahah! OH THIS IS SO MUCH FUN! PLEASE JUST DIE!!” The third member exclaimed, saliva just drooling from his lips with eager anticipation, the tow landing direct hits into the Saiyan’s body, with Callion returning in kind. He even managed to grab the tall, skinny member by the leg, and proceeded to Tomb Stone piledrive that member into the ground hundreds of feet above, causing a shattering SLAM!
The third salivating member got irritated and fired a consecutive Ki barrage directly on top of Callion, debris of dirt, rock, and earth began erupting the floor beneath. “HAHAHAH! I GOT YOU! THIS WAS WAY TO EAS- “. From out of the dirt, Callion came charging upward, his Gi tattered, exposing his upper body muscle, once again continuing the punching onslaught. “GAH! WHY WON’T YOU JUST GIVE UP ALREADY FREAK!?!” Callion remained silent, the clashing engaged once more between the two, the skinny member that got pile drive into the ground, just about got onto his feet, cluching his left rib cage in anger. “Oh you freak… You’re going to pay for that…”
meanwhile, the first member openly laughed, seeing the explosion smoke still emitting around where Alexander stood when he had him in the palm of his hand, having broke free when the Full Powered Energy Waves managed to connect. “Hah! Got side-lined already!? How pathetic are you!? But hey, if you’re still alive we’ll let you live long enough just to see us infect West City. I mean, it’s only fair to see us and the scientist finish off our little handy work, just for fun~ Then of course, the Tussle Crew will be more than happy to kill you!” The first member mocked with an actual monologue of all things, no doubt unaware of the severe butt kicking that was to come.
Word Count: 664 Total Word Count: 1,436 Combined Word Count (Alexander + Callion): 2,760 Requirements: 5,000 WC Minimum
Post by Alexander Voss on Apr 19, 2021 15:19:40 GMT
Alexander's gaze steadily narrowed as the figure spoke. So- they were behind the zombies and all of that had transpired here. He didn't know exactly how they'd gotten the resources to do it, but that was of little matter. The dead walking the earth was sacrilege of the highest order. That which has died deserved its eternal rest, without being forced to move and dance for the amusement of others. It seemed that the point behind it was to have the zombies kill even more people as well- it was for nothing more than a cycle of slaughter, and little else. "How droll," Alexander responded to the man's words, the far too excited individual working to try and distract Alexander long enough for the other two to attack.
The young man didn't even bother to raise up his guard as the two sets of the full powered energy waves slammed into him. The void aura that rippled around him was more than enough to dissipate the energy without it actively affecting him, and the young man's silver gaze stared straight ahead at the man in front of him, as if he were weighing his options. The Saiyan wasn't exactly doing well in this combat- but at the same time, he was managing to hold his own. He wasn't winning but the hallmark of the saiyan was to keep getting up, no matter how many times they'd been knocked down. That was something that Alexander had seen more than once.
He exhaled slowly, closing his eyes in annoyance as he simply considered the best way to deal with this individual. He wasn't in possession of the same Mark that he had seen on the Lookout, which meant that these fighters weren't possessed by anything more evil. They were simply those who enjoyed killing for the sake of killing. There was nothing deeper than that, and he would imagine that they weren't even motived by money or anything more than the thrill of using their power to kill another person. The young man felt his own annoyance starting to spread up his shoulders and down to the arm that had gripped the throat of the Tussle Crew fighter, having released him only to consider his options.
"Sidelined? No," Alexander spoke as he floated forward toward the fellow. "Merely deciding if there's sufficient reason to keep you and your allies alive," he returned. The young man's confidence felt boundless. It wasn't simply empty boasting that he was making. It was a calm, matter-of-fact tone that left very little to the imagination on what he was saying. There was no bravado- it was simply the exact line of thought that he had been going down. "Unfortunately for you, I am coming up with very few reasons to do so."
The absolute certainty in Alexander's voice gave the Tussle Crew member some pause. What was with this kid? He was sure acting big and dangerous for someone who was so weak! No one can touch the Tussle Crew! "Hey! You're spouting a whole lot of crap for someone who's about to-ghghhhh" the Tussle Crew member began, before he was suddenly cut off as Alexander flickered forward once more, the young man's hand clamping over the fellow's mouth. "Mmmph! Mmm nnmnmm mnm phnmn!" the man growled and struggled against the hand that was over his face.
"That was one of the last reasons I had to keep you alive, if you understood the predicament you were in. I am glad to know that you are unrepentant in your wish to do harm. I will lose no sleep over this," the flat, almost bored tone from Alexander still managed to reach the other two who were dealing with Callion as the dark grey energy began to appear around Alex's arm. It writhed down to his hand as the man began to panic, striking Alexander with blows and unleashing a powerful energy wave at point blank, but even with it, the young man didn't bother to react in the slightest.
The void energy in his hand built up further, and the Tussle crew fighter began to scream before a burst of black and grey erupted from Alexander's palm, and the headless body of the former individual dropped down to the ground, and the young man turned his gaze down to Callion. "Do you need further assistance or can you handle these two on your own?" he asked. Several long tendrils of that dark grey energy emerged from Alexander's aura and writhed around before fading back into it as he looked down upon the three.
The body of the first member of the Tussle Crew fell, the body splatted across the floor hundreds beneath the group that were still very much in the air. That void aura of the Earthling was not normal by any stretch of the imagination, and tinge of fear crept up not only the Saiyan’s mind, but also that of the two surviving members of the Tussle Crew. Their minds warped with fear, anger and shock over the loss of their leader. “NOOOO!! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!? OUR GLORIOUS LEAD-“Within that instant, Callion took the advantage of the remaining two member’s shock with his hand impaling their chest with his fist, infused with ki as it glowed with a bright yellow.
The two’s mouth’s gagged and puked a bile of red, the skinny member began to fall, collapsing ontop of the headless member, whilst the third, still drooling, clutched his body before falling down. “I got it.” Callion replied, his gaze looking upward towards Alexander. He knew full well that there was an immense power difference between the two, and in his own way, it was a way to push himself into new heights and places of glory for the Saiyan to push for. Still, there was the matter of the damage the zombie virus had spread throughout the city, and many lives were lost in the process.
“A shame about the people here. To lose their lives so easily by psychopaths with total disregard for life.” The Saiyan Monk sighed, folding his arms to see the raw, destructive damage the sealed off area has suffered due to the spread of the plague made possible by the Tussle Crew. It was no way to live, nor was there any need for such endless, mindless slaughter. Callion took the moment to look up at Alexander, staring at him for the moment, not out of jealousy, hatred, or even xenophobic thoughts… But one out of curiosity; such power, the void that sweeps around the earthling before him… How can one man even be remotely able to achieve such power? Clearly training alone was not enough for this task.
But then the Saiyan monk looked down and saw the Salivated member of the Tussle Crew still alive, with blood gushing out of the hole that once held his heart. How he was still alive, even he had no idea at this point, not unless he had something else up his sleeve. “How dare… H-How DARE GGGGH!! HOW DARE YOU SPOIL OUR FUN!!!!” The mentally broken Tussle Crew member roared at both Alexander and Callion, pulling out three vials. “THE TUSSLE CREW IS IMMORTAL!! WE CAN NEVER TRULY DIE!! YOU WANT TO SEE US REALLY NOT FIGHTING FARE!? THEN I HOPE CAN KILL WHAT IS ALREADY DEAD!!!” In that moment, the last surviving member chugged the small, green vials in one consistent gulp, throwing the small glass vials onto the ground, shattering them.
There was silence, the man smiling with green goo dribbling down his mouth along with his saliva before falling backwards. Dead… Then…. His body began to spasm out of control, deforming and combusting, organs, blood, bones and puss began to release a vile odour, the two dead members began to join with the third, becoming one. An abhorrent abomination, showing similarities to the dreaded, hulking figure that Alexander had to deal with, but much worse. The dead that littered the floor, were pulled in by the fleshly tendrils for their bodies were being connected to the very source of the mound of hulking flesh.
Needless to say, Callion’s face grew disgusted by what he was seeing. Was this some kind of contingency plan that the Tussle Crew had in store, just last-ditch effort to screw over East City and any hope to rebuild what was damaged and gone. “What in all that is holy… Is that.” Callion asked, floating upwards next to Alexander having to move slightly away, with the biomass began to inflate and expand, the tendril flesh began to slash and pierce into the sealed area. The dome showing signs of failing with the abomination trying to break free. “Question. How long can the seal hold? That thing is trying to break through.” The Saiyan Monk warned, his eyes darted at the tendrils, having to dodge out of harms way with the monstrous being began to start attacking in all directions in the hope to be free. The dreaded monstrosity even devoured the zombified body of the previous beast and scientist where their corpses were found close to the machine… Then, there was a voice, a slurred human like speech that came from the very monster itself.
“Did… You… Think… You… Won… Boys?”
The abomination spoke, it’s voice sounded like a weird combination of the Tussle Crew, the fallen corpses of the innocent people, and mostly the scientist’s voice itself.
Word Count: 810 Total Word Count: 2,246 Combined Word Count (Alexander + Callion): 4,348 Combined Requirements: 7,500 WC Minimum
Post by Alexander Voss on Apr 23, 2021 16:10:34 GMT
Alexander's gaze flickered down over the body of the man he'd killed without remorse. He knew that he was the leader of the ESF, and was supposed to be some sort of 'heroic' figure for them to rally behind. But that had been the original intent, of course, and even in that, he had allowed Tomo to take the figurehead of being the heroic one, while Alexander operated from the shadows, doing what must be done instead of what looked great for the papers. This was such a thing- there was no prison that could ever hold these three, (at least not to his knowledge) and so there was no easier method than to simply remove them from the face of the planet entirely.
It seemed that Callion was of a similar mind as the saiyan pierced his hand through one of the other two while they had been in shock of Alexander's own movements in removing their ally so quickly and efficiently. The young man's anger was palpable, but he didn't show any physical emotion, even if his cold gaze seemed to hold even more of that negative intensity as he watched the body fall, leaving them with only the singular foe left. At least this threat had been easily dealt with- there was little reason that he should need to spend as much energy on these individuals as he already had. The young man's gaze lost some of its coldness as Callion spoke, lamenting the loss of life.
"Agreed. This is not something that should have occurred. There will always be those who seek to enjoy violence- for no other reason than their own personal gain. Even if that gain is little more than humor or a cure to boredom. Power is a dangerous beast. If you cannot control it, then it will surely control you," the young man spoke, glancing to the Saiyan. He was about to say more on the matter, and see just where he was from and what talents he'd learned- a Saiyan fighting in that sort of monastic attire and style was not something that he was used to seeing, and that had caught him somewhat off guard, a curiosity rolling through him at the thought of what that may portend.
But before he could offer much more in response, the last surviving member of the Tussle Crew seemed to lose the last vestiges of sanity he was clinging to. The man took several doses of something- Alexander wasn't sure what, but if he could get ahold of those vials, he was certainly going to find out- before the figure began to change. Its body warped and twisted with the change that the medicine brought on, forming into something that no longer resembled anything human. In fact, if Alexander had to guess, he would say it resembled the beast he'd fought just beside the machine earlier, which was most unfortunate. That hadn't been particularly dangerous, but this thing was growing much faster.
He closed his eyes for a moment, exhaling before opening again, taking in the situation. It was devouring the other dead bodies that were around, and using that to add to its size and shape as it continued to grow. All the same, Alexander saw that it was starting to hammer around the Void Shield he'd placed around this section of the city to quarantine it. "It will hold," Alexander commented in response to the Saiyan. "But I will need to focus more onto it. I'll provide some cover fire from up here," the young man spoke, glancing back to the Saiyan. He hated to entrust this matter to a Saiyan, but this was the best use of their abilities- he couldn't chance losing concentration and more damage occurring here in East City.
"But see if you can't take it down. I don't imagine it's particularly powerful, and mostly just large," Alexander spoke as his aura began to expand out from around him, with several crimson eyes forming from within the shadows of it. The young man himself never removed his hands from his coat as he looked on, his gaze focused. A singular Void Bolt shot down from the center of one of the eyes, hurtling downward toward the creature and piercing through one of the limbs it had formed. It shrieked from down below, hammering again at the wall, leading Alexander's gaze to narrow in concentration to keeping the shield up. "Go. The more you can keep it from attacking the Void Shield, the more support I can provide," he ordered.