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Post by missionmod on Sept 22, 2011 9:20:02 GMT -5
MANA EATERS WORLD: Any FF World Gaia
REWARD: 150 Munny
WORKERS: 4 - 6
JOB: Three large flying monsters have been going around the planet pretty much sucking the mana out of all the life of the land, and of it's people. If not stopped soon, the planet could become barren and nearly impossible to live on. A general who has tried to stop these monsters and failed ask for the aid of others who feel they are strong enough to take them on, though be warn their skin is rough and powerful against magic. So the physical strikes are the best way to go.
----- It was like many disasters happened around this planet, the general recalled many problems coming from Genesis, Sephiroth, Deepground. “I wouldn’t be surprised if this was Professor Hojo’s experiment,” the man said as he stared at the images on the screen. He felt a sharp pain as he got up, his wounds hadn’t healed entirely yet. The man had taken on the Mana Eaters himself with his unit, but they were defeated. With all the troubles that had been happening around lately all of a sudden, he had learned of these other worlds as well. As a high-ranking officer, he was given this kind of information, but he still wanted to blame Shin-Ra anyway. This mainly due to everything that had happened around the world so far. Now with all these so-called villains and so-called heroes fighting to control the land, his job wasn’t getting any easier. The man had started to head out and moved to a vehicle that was parked outside the building. Inside he started to move towards Midgar from the place that was next to it, Edge. From the reports, the creatures were coming this way, so they had asked for help from others as the WRO were having enough trouble as it was. Coming at the border of Midgar where the hirelings were, the general stepped out of his vehicle and walked over to the group. He saw there were two Turks amongst them. “Still trying to atone for the past?” He questioned the two, but didn’t go any further and if either of them had tried to speak, he immediately interrupted them as he started to brief them in. “Three black winged fiends are headed this way, they drain the life from everything, the land, the people, just everything. If left alone, they would kill this planet, make it a barren place. We don’t want that happen. We don’t want them to get any further. They’re...” He suddenly stopped as he had mainly looked at the two Turks first. One amongst them was armoured in such a way, he thought of asking from what museum he escaped. Quickly shaking his head at the idea, he continued: “these creatures seem to be very resistant against attacks from Materia. It’s like magic has little effect upon them, so physical attacks are the best way to deal with them.” He looked them all over another time, the armoured museum piece did appear like a physical fighter, the bare-chested muscle man seemed really like a typical physical brawler, but the redhead was more mysterious. He did fit in with the Turks, the general figured. “Any questions?”
OOC: Hope this start works for everyone, am not too great with starting threads. I added everyone in already to get briefed in. If any problems, throw me a PM. I always respond. -nods- This is a Mission for Jecht, Felix, Rude, Steiner, and Reno. |
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Post by malachi on Sept 22, 2011 22:02:20 GMT -5
"Only question I got is which direction you want us to go in so we can beat the tar out of those fiends!" Jecht exclaimed. He looked around at the others who gathered. One was some redhead with tape across his nose. He looked pretty tough, but Jecht knew that actions spoke louder than words. The guy in the rusty armor he had met before on a strange, STRANGE world. Steiner was his name, if Jecht's memory was correct. Jecht sometimes called him 'Rusty' to get his goat. The other two reminded him of Fancy Suit from Twilight Town. Kinda made him wonder if they knew each other. One of them was bald, wore sunglasses and didn't seem to speak much. The strong, silent type. Well, silent in reference to his companion, a talkative redhead. The redhead's mouth annoyed Jecht, but he couldn't choose his companions. Besides, with how skinny this guy was, Jecht could probably very easily punch him into the ground if he annoyed him too much.
The mission appealed to Jecht's sense of fun. Go to some world and beat the snot out of some fiends before they caused the apocalypse. It was just like Spira, except he hoped these guys weren't as much trouble as Sin was. As HE was... Jecht thought before shaking that thought out of his head. He didn't need that distracting him. He had, at first, thought he was going to do this alone. Jecht was disappointed to find that this wasn't the case. But he guessed it wouldn't be all bad. He knew Steiner was decent in a fight, at least, if clumsy. The others... well, it wouldn't be too long before he'd find out how decent they would be in a fight. "Heh, there ain't no fiend that can beat the Great Jecht." he commented to no one in particular. As usual, his giant sword was embedded in the ground beside him.
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Post by jordandahedgy on Sept 23, 2011 6:39:10 GMT -5
Steiner stood in line with everyone else. He didn't like the commander already but that was to be expected, the man was noisy and arrogant. The man stopped and asked if there were any queastions. Then Jecht spoke up, demanding to know where the "feinds" were. Steiner wasn't surprised by this, it was Jechts way.
Steiner then had time to look around at his team mates proper. They worryed him, one was a red head with tape across his nose of all things! Then there were the other two, the red head and the balding man . . . both wore suits. . . not the best for fighting in due to limiting movement . . . it wasn't like they defended them well ether! "Yes. I have a queastion. Where are my and Jecht's real team mates? Steiner said simply believing this to be a joke.
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Post by snowrokosho on Sept 23, 2011 20:15:21 GMT -5
It seemed that every time the Turk came home, a form of fiend or experiment gone wrong had been set lose upon the planet. The last time it was a machine and now fiends. As the older Turk stood among the strange gathering of warriors within Edge, he took each one in at glance. A shirtless man with a sword embedded in the ground next to him, an armored man, and a red head with tape across his nose....right. The Turk had never met the three on his travels, but had learned never to underestimate people upon looks alone. For all the Turk knew they could be extermely powerful. Only time would tell.
In any case, the Turk was not surprise to see that outsiders had come to Gaia's aid more so than the typical heroes of place. The group may have been odd, but at least he wasn't alone in the mess. Besides, he did have Reno at his side, so the oddness was soften a bit by the familiar. As the other warriors sized up each other and the two Turks in turn, Rude turned his attention to the approaching vehicle. As the vehicle stopped, the door opened and the general stepped out.
The man had just walked off the battlefield for sure and still seemed to be recovering from the wounds; however injured or not, the man's eyes automatically locked on the Turks. There was a look of displeasure on his face followed by a question that stung slightly, but the general had his reasons for being cautious of the Turks. It wasn't like they had always been on the good side. Still, they did try to fix what they could. While everyone did not appreciate the help, the older Turk took the comment easily enough and let it roll off of him as he focused on the what the general had to say.
Three life draining fiends that threatened to destroy the planet...Wonderful. The man paused as he tooked in the armored guy and then continued on with his briefing. Resistant to magic, but weak to physical attacks, eh? Well, that worked well for the older Turk. Dealing out physical damage was his speciality.
When the general asked if anyone had any questions, the bare chest man responded first. He simply wanted to know where the fiends were, so they could beat them. Straight to the point and something the Turk's mentality lined up with. The quicker the job could be done the better.
The man revealed his name with his next statement. The Great Jecht, huh? He gave the guy props for confidence, but only hoped that he could back up all that talk in the field. The next one to respond was the armored one. His question made Rude shake his head inwardly. The man didn't have any confidence in anyone except Jecht, making the Turk wonder how working with him would go.
Bracing himself for a very long day with the fiends and this armored guy. Rude simply shook his head in response to the general's question. He had no questions. He was ready to go.
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Felix
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Post by Felix on Sept 24, 2011 17:58:39 GMT -5
Why is finding work closeby always such a pain? a red-headed man thought as he walked aimlessly around Radiant Gardens. It was one of those rare slow days for him, where work was scarce and any job that did present itself wasn't even worth the pay. Their were tough times down at the Gardens, everyone's wallet hurting and no one having the dough to pay generously like they used to for the freelancer's services. Incredibly lame would be one phrase to describe it and while the freelancer would love to go to another world, no Gummi Ships were departing for him to hitch a ride on like he usually did. Yes, the startling lack of a Gummi Ship did make travel quite the pain for the freelancer and he often had to rely on the aforemention method of transportation or random Corridors of Darkness taking him where he needed to be.
“How troublesome,” he complained as he arrived at his favorite shop for Hazelnut Coffee, “if I can't find any work then at the very least I can enjoy a cup of Joe right?” the freelancer asked as he made his way over to the counter and ordered his Hazelnut Coffee with whip cream. After promptly handing over the cash and receiving his drink, the freelancer slowly brought the drink to his mouth. The aroma wafted into his nose, a pleasant smell that always lifted his spirits. Ah and the warm sensation against the palm of his hands was more effective than usual since fall was approaching and the weather in Radiant Gardens began to dip. Now all that was left was to taste it, let the beverage slip past his tongue and down his throat, something he was about to do before a twist of fate decided against that. Without warning, a Corridor of Darkness would open beneath the freelancer, gravity causing him to fall through it and let go his coffee. The freelancer let out a scream as he dropped through on down and eventually landed roughly on the ground below him. He grunted as he slowly picked himself up, gritting his teeth as he cracked his neck, rubbing it lightly with his left hand.
“I hate that way of travel,” the freelancer started as he stood up straight. His eyes traveled over to some odd looking creatures in the distance, curious as to what they were and where he was. He had gotten ready to move over to it , the cup of coffee he had earlier been enjoying fell on top of his head, spilling the precious liquid all over his hair and his attire. A vein bulged in his forehead as he clenched his right fist tightly, grinding his teeth.
“I REALLY HATE THAT WAY OF TRAVEL!”
X---Sometime Later---X
After finding a set of new clothes to wear at a nearby shop (a black muscle T-Shirt and a pair of well-fitting jeans that didn't cling) and washing out the smell of Hazelnut, the freelancer overheard talk about the monsters he saw earlier. As it would seem, the monsters he had seen had been busy terrorizing everything and everyone, sucking the life out of them as if they were vampires. The freelancer had been pleased about this, certain that exterminating them was a job that he'd be able to accomplish for the right price. And as luck would have it, on a bulletin board such a job posting was found and the red-head immediately went to check it out. When arriving at the destination for the job, he noticed a few others that had already came to check it out. Two were dressed in suits, the freelancer looking them over but scoffing at them.
Pfft if you're going to wear a suit get some Armani you shmucks, he thought as his eyes wandered over to the fellow in a suit of armor. He blinked a couple times, wondering what J.R. Tolkien book he jumped out of but left the question unasked. Instead his eyes averted to the last man present at the battlefield, a burly looking fellow who the freelancer could tell would be one hell of a fighter.
He looks a tad rough around the edges and probably not a master strategist but... I got a feeling he's one hell of a fighter, the freelancer finished his train of thoughts with that as the man in front of them began the briefing. He listened intently, not one to ignore information given by a soon to be client but the details given were rather scarce. He sighed at this, and the reaction of most of the men around him, most of them seeming very testosterone driven and the “Knight” rather rude and or ignorant. The freelancer looked over at him upon his comment, a glare being shot at the man as he let out a small “hmph”.
“This coming from the guy who looks like he jumped out of a Lord of the Rings book? Honestly, you should probably look in a mirror before you judge others,” the freelancer taunted with a cocky smirk before turning his attention back to the man giving the briefing, “And I do have some questions. You say these creatures suck life from people but how do they do so? Do they bite or do they drain the life out of people with some other method? How fast do they fly and how strong are they physically or is the information you have provided thus far about all you got because they're that troublesome of a threat? If you have any relevant info it would be best divulge it now before we go off and persumably split up into groups to deal with this menace,” the freelancer spieled, his tone authorative and cool the entire way through. While he didn't know if all these other men would listen to him, it was worth a shot trying to establish his position as a leader and plan their method of attack instead of attacking blindly. After all, the freelancer didn't only fight with brawn but brain as well and if he had to be the one responsible for tactics... so be it.
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Post by reno on Sept 26, 2011 22:09:11 GMT -5
Of course we are always sent on the icky jobs…
The car approached from the distance, kicking up the dirt from Edge’s outskirts as it came along. The redhead turk had already finished looking up and down the very odd bunch of people he was stuck with. Besides Rude (which had come back into their mists as randomly as he had left), Reno could tell they were a bunch of weidos. Ok, maybe not so much the red head that was with them but the armor dude and the gun with the huge tat on his chest? … Least it doesn’t beat those talking ducks Reno snorted to himself as the man in the vehicle stepped out. He could see the frown of displeasure before the man even made it, and aquamarine eyes rolled at the question “What? Are we always in some constant freaken debt or something?” the Turk asked, almost sarcastically.
So the guy ignored him and went on to explain what the heck these “Mana Eaters” were. After getting the jist of it, even remembering something like that somewhere on a mission before, Reno nodded, stuffing his hands in his pockets. “So basically, just beat the shit out of them?” He shot a sheepish grin at Rude, knowing that his partners specialty was just that, while the Red head wasn’t to bad at the whole “smacking around” kind of business. Shame they couldn’t use materia on the beings though, bolt would have been so helpful… eh, least he could still use cure and that pyramid thingy. And he always had his trusty EMR.
The others were responding to the leader dude now, the man with the huge tattoo on his chest, and a sword that could rival Clouds, seemed to be all too eager to fight… reminded him of… Huh, some dude from Wall Market or something. Though it was the response of the tin man that got Reno’s mouth sparked up as usual. “Right here, idiot. We’re Turks, you know, from Shin-Ra? Or you another weird guy from one of those strange planets? While SOLIDER might have us beat in the fighting department, don’t worry about us not holding our own. We’re resourceful in a pinch… and don’t you forget whose planet your trying to save here!” the Turk crossed his arms and looked back at his partner with a “can you believe this guy?” expression on his face.
Ironically enough, the other redhead spoke up to the guy not long after him, with a chide of his own. Reno smirked at the man, pleased that at least they should get along with THIS guy… Until he lost the Turk in a slew of questions about the flying mana vampire things.
The man was taking charge, planning… something like Tseng would do… but the kid seem more of a punk then anything else. So Reno, and his big mouth, said, “And if we are splitting into groups, Rude and I are staying together.” As he look with a serious expression at the other redhead.
He wouldn’t want to be caught alone with anyone of these numbskulls anywho.
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Post by missionmod on Oct 3, 2011 16:42:38 GMT -5
( Sorry all for the wait, tis Night here now taking over since Yaz seems to be having life problems, I was hoping for a chance to talk to him before I took this over but with our time differences and schedules that doesn't seem likes it's going to happen soon, and I don't want to keep you all waiting any longer ) The General said nothing as the talking went on between the warriors. Eyes closing and shaking his head as he pinched the bridge of his nose. Maybe asking random people for help was a mistake, though considering his men couldn't take these best down there wasn't much he could do about it. Beggars couldn't be choosers. "These are the people you shall be fighting with, and if my years in the army have taught me anything its never judge a book by it's cover." he replied to the armored Knight's comment. Ignoring most of the others as well as the only real important came from the questioning from the red hair. Indeed giving them all the info they had would be the most useful thing to do. One couldn't go into battle blind. "We know of a some of their abilities, though we do not know if they have more or not. For their mana sucking ability they just need be at least 5 feet of you, they will open their mouths and began to suck in the your life force and anything around you. With the mana they have absorbed the are capable of using it to attack back at you in the form of a fireball. The more mana it absorbs the more powerful they can become to watch yourselves there. As for their physical power not so much which is why I say that physical attacks are the best way to go, it can tend to get difficult though since they like to stay high in the air. As for they're speed they're easy enough to follow them, but as I mentioned before the problem is bringing them down for a decent attack. If they absorb enough mana they can even regenerate themselves, so it wouldn't matter if you can cut off a wing, if they take in enough it will regenerate, so I can't not stress enough about trying to avoid their getting more mana." the General gave a quick debriefing about the creatures before a truck came by and stopped but left it's engines on. Ignoring the warriors for a moment to allow them time to take in the information they had taken in as he spoke with his solider about a few reports they had. The two quite enough so that the warriors behind him couldn't hear much, just for now giving them a moment to come up with anything. After some time he looked back at them, "Alright we have located them once again, when your ready climb in the back of the truck and we'll take you to their location," he said before getting into the front seat of the truck and waited for the warriors unless they would suddenly get cold feet and decide not to help. |
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Post by malachi on Oct 5, 2011 19:40:58 GMT -5
Jecht chuckled a bit after Rusty made a fool of himself. Sure, the others didn't look like professional Fiend Hunters, but it's not like one should've assumed they weren't. Ah well. Live and learn and all that. The redhead (not the one in the suit) came up with questions that Jecht thought he should've asked, but he didn't. He didn't worry about such things. Nothing could beat the Great Jecht, after all. But, hey, the more information, the better. The other two didn't have much to say question-wise. The bald one stayed quiet while the redhead was busy mouthing off to Rusty. Not undeserved, either.
Jecht listened to the general, but it was the same retread ground. Magic bad, beating the snot out of it good. Nothing Jecht couldn't handle. He just had to make sure they didn't reach a large source of mana or something. He also gathered they wouldn't be splitting up, which he groaned at. He could've handled these guys by himself, but I suppose the general wanted to be absolutely sure these things would die.
"Guess we ain't doing the 'Let's Split Up, Gang' thing. Whatever, let's just get this over with. I hear there's this place called the Gold Saucer I wanna check out after we're done beating the tar out of these Mana Fiends." Jecht said as he climbed into the truck.
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Post by missionmod on Oct 9, 2011 14:39:38 GMT -5
Steiner has removed himself from this Mission, Rude is next is line and has 4 DAY to post |
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Post by snowrokosho on Oct 9, 2011 21:03:36 GMT -5
Rude remained quiet as the rest of the group came in and sized each other up or made comments at each other or the general. As expected, Reno didn’t take to well to the general’s earlier comment and snapped back at the man. As he snapped at the general, the general ignored him and continued the briefing. Much like the man named Jecht, his partner figured the best way to fight the beasts were to beat them down. At the grin, Rude felt a bit of pride well up inside. Sure, he wasn’t overconfident like some, but he had to admit it was always nice to be recognized for hard earned fighting skill. He acknowledged the grin with a small smirk, equally confident in his partner’s skills. Even if the others proved to be a problem, knowing that Reno was there made it seem possible to beat the creatures; however, the Turk would much rather have them work together than fighting.
Which brought him back to the problem at hand. As the red head with the tape across his nose approached and took in the group scoffing at the two Turks before addressing the Knight, the slight smirk from earlier faded from Rude’s face as he listened to the ruckus the knight was causing. Between the red head and his partner he didn’t know which was worse (although Reno did have a point. They had been called in to help fight for their home). If this kept up, then he had no clue how they were going to work as a team on this mission. If the worse happened, he always had Reno there to back him up. So that was the only bright side to the situation besides Jecht not seeming to be a problem.
In any case, the situation became serious once more as the red head decided to take some form of control of the situation, asking valid questions about the creatures and mentioning splitting into groups. While Rude did not consider splitting up into groups a good idea, believing it would be better to play off of everyone’s strength, he didn’t say anything as he continued to listen. Reno, on the other hand, didn’t seem to mind being split into groups as long as he wasn’t stuck with anyone else but Rude. While Rude understood the dislike of their current company, numbers were always good no matter how annoying the company. Still, he remained calm and quiet as the event continued to unfold. He caught the general shaking his head at the situation, probably doubting their abilities with all the bickering so far. It was very unprofessional.
In any case, the general spoke once more, reinforcing his earlier thoughts of not to judge others beforehand. In any case, as the general continued to speak, Rude took note of what he had to say. 5 feet and the fiends could use their life draining attack? Well, that wouldn’t be good. He relied on close proximity to attack. On top of this the draining effect was area wide. They would definitely have to watch each others’ back carefully. Next, the energy drained would be transformed into a fireball to be used upon them. The more energy they gained, the more powerful the attack. Okay, so they would have to plan around that somehow, but first they needed to get the fiends out of the air.
With their resistance to magic that would be tough….unless someone had the physical equivalent of a gravity spell or perhaps a really powerful jump attack, the Turk couldn’t think of any other way to knock the creatures out of the air without the use of some form weapon like a gun. A powerful gun for that matter. He wasn’t sure how big the fiends were, but from the way they sounded, they were not something small and easy to crush. In fact, they could regenerate with enough mana, even so far as bring back a cut off wing….right.
As the general emphasized not to let the creatures gain anymore power, Rude nodded, understanding the situation fully. Sure they still needed a plan, but for now the information was enough.
As a truck came to a stop behind the general, he told them they had to relocate the fiends and to get in the truck when they were ready. Falling silent, the general got into the front seat of the vehicle, leaving the strange bunch of warriors alone for a second.
While the man called Jecht had chuckled at the small fight between the knight and the other two, he didn’t seem like he liked the idea of everyone going together. Perhaps, he thought they would get in the way or maybe he wanted the glory all for himself. It was hard to say. In any case, the guy stated what the Turk had already guessed at and then made a comment about visiting the Golden Saucer after the job was done. The comment made the Turk smile slightly as he shook his head. The guy would definitely make this job interesting. Now if only they could keep the peace between…wait a minute. Rude scanned the group for a moment, noticing the knight was gone.
Wondering if a dark portal had snatched him up while he was focused on the general, the Turk felt slightly uneasy. He didn’t need those portal ruining things as they had in the past. Hoping that the knight had just gotten cold feet and ran off somewhere, Rude pushed the worry aside and glanced at the other read head before looking at Reno with a slight nod, letting the younger Turk know he would continue to have his back out there. It was not something he needed to say or do, he just nodded out of habit. Then turning away from the pair, he headed towards the truck and entered shortly after Jecht did, taking a seat opposite of the man.
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Felix
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Post by Felix on Oct 11, 2011 14:47:59 GMT -5
The freelancer listened intently as the client began to explain what he could about the fiends they would be facing. As it would seem, these monsters could absorb the life force just by opening their mouth and being within five feet of a person. Not only did they absorb it from those in front of them though, but apparently anything around them would have their energy absorbed. The freelancer’s left eye twitched at this irritated that he had no form of ranged attack or a gun right about now. While he enjoyed punching things in the face, this ability of theirs would prove extremely troublesome. Furthermore, all the fighters gathered here today looked like close range fighters much like the redhead, something he mentally sighed at. Regardless, the man’s explanation continued despite the freelancer’s train of thought, some more information being dropped that was duly noted. As the explanation the freelancer merely gave a curt nod, figuring that the information given was indeed all there was to get.
Well with that out of the way the question is how we deal with these things. Depending on the environment we find them in our plan of attack can vary wildly as well as their behavior when humans start popping up,[/color] the freelancer thought briefly before a vehicle pulled up to pick the five… or four up. Indeed, after taking a quick look see the knight that had been with them just a moment ago was gone, possibly having gotten cold feet or not able to take the heat when he made a dumb remark. Regardless, the freelancer quickly jumped into the truck present, taking a seat in the back of the truck bed such that he’d see everyone in the bed unless someone decided to sit next to him of course. Whatever the case was he’d put his hands together as his fingers intertwined, taking a deep breath as he slowly closed and then opened his eyes. Just as he was about to speak, the shirtless warrior began speaking, now under the impression that they wouldn’t be splitting up. It was a little peculiar, the freelancer not hearing anyone suggesting they NOT do that although with them being a player short perhaps it was just assumed. But that wouldn’t fly for the freelancer, no he was going to take control of the situation and play the leader as planned and splitting up was the smart thing to do.
“Who said anything about not splitting up?” the freelancer asked as he glanced over to Jecht briefly before looking forward again, “No I believe splitting up is still the best course of action against these creatures. From what we’ve been told they can absorb the energy out of any creature within a five feet radius of them so if we attacked one all at once, while it is possible we could deal severe damage, considering it’s regenerative abilities it would probably fly away and simply bide its time till a full recovery. Furthermore, assuming that the client has told us everything of relevance, the draining ability shouldn’t leave us incapacitated when it begins and can probably be easily interrupted with, at least in my case,” he paused for a moment, pointing to the hilt of the katana on his back, “a sword in the mouth or something equally painful,” he noted taking a short pause. He took a deep breath as he closed his eyes once more before opening them again as his mind quickly formed the next part of his speech to say,
“That being the case with the knight now missing in action, we’re a tad short-handed and thus we’ll need to split into two groups of one and one of two. Jecht and I can handle one each on our own I believe and you two,” he paused briefly as he quickly pointed over to the Rude and Reno, “I imagine work well together and can think of something to take care of the last fiend. Due to the nature of my own abilities, if any of you require assistance so long as we remain within ear shot I should be able to hear you and make it there within a second or two. Assuming any of us defeats the fiend we’re fighting before the others, if you feel you’re up to it go ahead and help finish the others off although just keep in mind their draining ability which I assume is going to be their main form of attack once they’ve depleted their mana on whatever other special abilities they have. When they go for that I imagine they’ll want to be grounded since I doubt they can absorb much “life energy” from the sky. If said assumption is correct, that would be the perfect time to strike and presumably hold them down in some way to avoid them flying back up. If they can absorb enough energy while airborne to continuously shoot fireballs, then you’ll probably have to think of something to get them to come down or you to go up,” he spieled taking another deep breath as he leaned back against the truck. With his speech out of the way and presumably everyone listening to him and ready to follow the course of action detailed, he began planning his own strategy to combat the fiend he would be facing. While the information given was scarce and he would try to avoid making too many assumptions, his mind was already calculating how to tackle this challenge and thinking of possible reactions the creature might have to this or that. Indeed, his brain was racing and taking into account every angle and making sure he was ready for whatever came of this job… he was in the zone.
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Post by missionmod on Oct 16, 2011 3:13:22 GMT -5
It has been over 4 days so Reno shall be skipped this round and the next person to post is Rude |
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Post by snowrokosho on Oct 18, 2011 12:25:34 GMT -5
((OOC: Already posted. It is actually Event Mod's turn ^^;  ) |
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Post by missionmod on Oct 19, 2011 15:01:34 GMT -5
( Yes sorry about that error xD ) The old general just spent his time in the truck watching as the small group got in, save for the armored one to which he cared little about. It didn't matter to him if the hired help decided to chicken out. Heck if these beast weren't such a threat he wouldn't want to go after them either. However if they were allowed to live he would fear for this world's safety. Once they were all in the truck he nodded to the driver who took off at a high speed in order to get to their location as soon as possible, though he made sure to try to keep the ride as smooth as he could so he wouldn't accidentally knock round the hired gun in the back. It wasn't long before a loud roar could be heard over the engine of the truck as three black silhouettes could be seen from the cloudy sky. The land looked like a waste land a few trees where and there with seeming little life left in it. Up above the three creatures found it easy to sense the little life that was left in this land. One screeched as if calling the others into formation. The three raising before they fell and began speeding toward the heroes. The middle creature opening his mouth as fire began to gather in it before it shot out a fireball at the truck. The other two quickly following his lead as they shot fire blast of their own "Damn it! Everyone hold on!" the general yelled to the his hired gun as the driver had to swerve sharply to the right in order to avoid the first attack, just narrowly avoiding the attack. Then not even a second later the driver was forced to swerve to the right sharply, the truck shaking as the blast hit the ground, the last blast hitting close to the truck on it's right side blasting the truck to the side knocking it over and causing it to roll over a few times, so if one didn't escape damage was most likely going to be done. The driver knocked out from the crash, as the General hissed in pain, old wounds creeping up on him now added to the shaking from the truck. He removed his safety belt before forcing his way out of the car, looking up to see the beast as they all spun in a circle as it watched its new pray. See if they still had any life in them to eat still.
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Post by malachi on Oct 20, 2011 18:23:14 GMT -5
Jecht was enjoying the ride to wherever it was they were going. The non-suited redhead seemed to be pretty smart, Jecht couldn't lie, but he preferred relying on himself. But, if he had to work with these people, wouldn't be the first time. And hey, maybe they'd turn out to be pretty good fighters. His train of thought was significantly derailed when the Fiends came and started spitting fire at the truck. Jecht was singed by the blasts but looked up at his foes and grinned that grin only someone truly out of his mind would have. "OH YEAH! Now the party's getting started!" Jecht lifted his sword and rested it on his shoulder as his spines started to show themselves on his shoulder and leg, showing that he wasn't entirely human.
Jecht then fearlessly rocketed into the sky at the Fiends, undeterred by the Fire Blasts being spat at his general direction as he swatted a few away with his sword. He then landed on one of the Fiends' necks and proceeded to move to the head, where he unleashed a savage combo of punches, kicks and stabs to try and bring the creature down as fast as possible, especially since he could already feel his energy being drained from him as he moved. Luckily, Jecht wasn't the Final Aeon for nothing, as he had an abundance of energy. He just hoped the others would help keep the other two off his back while he handled the third.
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