JoJo's Bizarre Roleplay: Shades of Heaven

[Orikanyo]

Seems everyone had alot to say, sadly Rosie was different in that regard... he WAS a normal human after all, those two are quite more interesting then he would ever be, even with a grand total of 10 arms at his disposal. However... W.S was a strange sight to behold, one wouldn't be able to forget if they could see it... Mind you Rosie wouldn't be able to forget it anyways, problems with having an eidetic memory. However he was good at listening, listening brought alot of information ones opening their mouths don't gather.


Speaking of memory.. something flashed in his mind again... Well along with a few other things but this seemed to take most president. "So back when my whole bunch of fun started, with the three jerks who tried to gut me, the guy who kinda had a leadership thing over the other two was bald, had something on his head, scar or tattoo I couldn't make it out before I had to start blasting them to hell... them trying to bit out my throat tends to make that happen. Any idea what the deal with that is? Perhaps something more important then some knuckle head getting his dome inked?"


he then turned his eyes to Zappa, she could see stands.. yet doesn't know about them, or atleast pretends to... he scanned her over with his eye as her attention was turned elsewhere... Remembering this face will probably be worthwhile.


"heh, so much history in this one van huh? Almost makes me feel like a bump on a log next to these old relics." he laughed at his small joke and quickly stopped as he remember the stab wound... laughing=pain, gotta remember that one.


"Stare all you can Ms.Zappa, you'll be back in safety with your friends soon enough, be like a big old bad dream... Well, bad dream that ended up with you sittin' across from living history."

 

[TacoMann]

@Orikanyo @SephirothSage @Thief of Words


The van rolls in relative silence as the Brooklyn bridge is crossed. Just a bit of traffic is passed. Not much. As the van comes onto the isle of Manhattan, the sound of the road changes yet again. A slow turn comes. Speed picking up. Back roads. Surprisingly little traffic for New York. As the van drives its way down a straight, a sudden BANG hits. Followed by another, and a hiss. A grinding hiss of metal rims against asphalt as the van begins to spin to the right, skidding to a halt. A small tear forms in the roof, rapidly shearing out a "Hatch" as it where. Joel gets a rifle ready, pointed at the hatch, whilst Zappa sits, again, stock-still. Paralyzed with panic.


(Perception DC 25 for what made the tear)

 

[SephirothSage]

The Vampire in the backseat sighs- frowning as he is interupted by this. He looks upwards, even as he shifts his body to tense his feet against the bottom of the truck- speaking in a calm voice tinged barely with irritation as he flexes, and his body shimmers faintly; a silvery metal replacing his flesh momentarily as he stares up.


"It seems we have a visitor..."


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[Orikanyo]

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@TacoMann


"Aw shit get the hell down!" Rosie yelled as the tearing sound came upon them, whatever it was they didn't have time to shake hands with it, if it could tear open a van's top it can easily cut any of them inside to ribbons... maybe not muscle Mcmuscle there but he didn't feel like taking a chance towards.


"You picked the wrong van to fuck with tonight bud!" he shouted, immediately summoning up his stand for the second time tonight. "F** over before I turn yea into slurry!" Rosie shouted in his gentle persuasion tactics that he ever so known for.


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[Thief of Words]

As the loud metallic screech of the chariot scraping against the road's surface assailed their ears, Maiden noted the hole in the roof, though not what made it. Suspecting a serious fight was in the offing, she reached forward to take hold of Miss Zappa's shoulders and gently press her into shadow. "Do not panic. I am not harming you. Little, if anything may harm you while you are in the gloaming. Find shadows. Hide. Come out when it's safe, and I'll pull you back out of the umbra." That said, she inclined her head to the others. "Please give it your all. I am a capable combatant, but while Miss Zappa is a shade, my best tricks are denied me."


That wicked smile from before crept up onto her face and she licked her lips. "Not that it'll stop me from feasting should this be another of Kars' bastard creations."


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[TacoMann]

@Orikanyo @Thief of Words @SephirothSage


The roof is torn back, from both the hail of gunfire, and a prying tool, as the van shakes from whoever was atop it leaping off. A figure landing on a street-lamp 40 meters from the van, posed as if holding a pair of invisible blades. Three more figures sit in the light of the street lamp. Joel grunts, and grabs the UV Amplifier, whilst Zappa gives an inaudible affirmation to stay put in the shadows of the van, getting herself used to being within the Maiden's intangible state.


The figures strike somewhat elaborate poses, nothing the paired immortals would be struck oddly by, let alone phased by. Each of them posed as if holding paired blades.

Spoiler

A fifth vampire, perched on the edge of the van, arm poised as if to throw something into the van.

 

[SephirothSage]

The Immortal German Knight sighs in the back of the car- briefly looking towards Maiden and Zappa and nodding.


"Worry not, your lady. The way of a Knight is to protect others- and while on some levels, such chivalric honor is oft denied me, I will not shirk from a chance to do just so." he says- even as his hands.. reach into his chest as he stands up, facing the vampires posing in the light of the street lamp.


"Metal Mode. Zweihander, Rip!" He says simply- a dismissive sneer on his lips as he slowly but surely rips free of his chest, his weapon of choice; even as he leaps up out of the van to land outside it, using the hole made by the roof being ripped apart as a mode of exit; landing in such a fashion as to crack the ground as he holds his blade out to his side; still shirtless, as the reflected light of the street lamp catches him, and he gleams brilliantly while rising to stand, blade rippling in his hand.


"Come, ye cowards, ye filth! Who shall meet their end at my blade first, knaves?!"

 

[Orikanyo]

@TacoMann @SephirothSage


"Well I'll be a... don't have a metaphor for this moment... regardless.. ehm... GO ye' wayward warrior, let thy enemies be rent asunder by ye' mighty blade!" he yelled to the man as encouragement, as he himself found a new target. "Think yer smart eh? me to." as his eight arms pointed towards the vamp attempted to throw something inside, in truth he had little idea of what it was... but he didn't care a lick, it had to stay out, and so did those jack asses.


"Get yer arse gone yea bloodied sh*t stain!" guess that momentary lapse of wordsmithry has past, guns are at the ready once again, each arm pointed towards their target, no, better to call it prey, the prey of the hawk atop of Rosie's shoulders, a raptor with each arm enough to slay the toughest of men comes down upon this sly weasel... And to this day, it has yet to miss, let it not be this day!


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"Seems it wasn't."

 

[Thief of Words]

Sighing, Maiden let her digestive properties dissolve the neck of her soda bottle and upended the whole thing, guzzling the fizzy drink at once. Casting the empty bottle aside, she crouched before the chariot's new ventilation and waited for a lull in the cookie-man's gunfire. The moment she got one, she let powerful muscles propel her up and out of the hatch and into a pirouetting flip out from the van. Landing lightly beside the crater left by the vampiric crusader, she popped her neck and cracked her knuckles, limbering up. Her wicked, eager smile still splitting her normally placid features, she eyed the trio of vampires before her. She loved destroying the monstrosities Kars' masks created. Not only were they delicious, but they tended to provide the most wonderfully surprised expressions when they realized they had no hope of making any damage they did stick.


Lowering her stance, the pillar woman prepared to dash forward and grab one of them. Her voice was a low, smoky purr as she offered, "If you have any survival instinct you will either run now or direct me to this Doktor Sawbones. You cannot harm me in a meaningful manner, and I will devour you utterly if you stay."

 

[TacoMann]

@Orikanyo


The blighter who attempted to play a ninja, falls, a bloodly, squirming, slowly rebuilding corpse, as the sound of a loud shattering alerts the two mode users immediately adjacent to him to his presence.


@SephirothSage and @Thief of Words


The three in the light break into a charge, rapidly clearing distance as they ready to attack, if you do not move away, roll to defend using a stat of choice, in addition to any potential melee or counterattack options. The three each burst into a charge as Joel fumbles with the generator.


"Ahhh fuck...I'm gonna have to re-align this thing to prop it up top! You said you where interested in blood right?! Well there's four free meals out there, you two!!" He cans trying to flip the generator to a proper upright, before propping himself out the top of the van, a rather large rifle in hand as he takes aim. Danny himself, finally makes a physical appearance, stepping out of the driver's seat. The man is tall and lanky, with a labcoat worn over his SWF uniform. "WEIRD SCIENCE!!!" He calls, as the stand bursts forth from his form.


@SephirothSage


The figure atop the light post makes several acrobatic motions, as if hurling something. You hear the shrill shriek of the air being cut as the invisible projectiles whirl towards you


(Perception Check, and Defensive check!)


@Thief of Words


The cola has a rather odd taste to it. Rather distinctive, but like nothing you've tasted in your time. A mixture of the tangy sweetness of a fruit, the bubbling of a prey target with pressure sickness (also known as The Bends), a taste of the Coca-plant, as well as a few odd chemicals you can't quite place.

 

[Thief of Words]

Seeing the prey rushing to the fray, Maiden laughed, low and hungry and set herself into a sprint toward the enemies, arm outstretched to clothesline, if not completely decapitate, the enemy. She was hungry; she would have her fill. Her other arm ready to fend incoming attacks, she made to slam into the foe and take hold once she'd done so.


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[Orikanyo]

@TacoMann


Rosie opened the back doors of the van as he stretched a large grin across his face, one down, 4 more to go, maybe they all will be idiots like him?


"Well then, lets get this mopped up and out of the way eh? Lots to do tonight, can't have rats bothering us all the time." he spoke with confidence, not only that he wanted to see what these vampire folk can do, get a good map of their abilities. The woman hide away Zappa easily enough, and was kind enough to explain it lightly as well, the big guy seemed to be able to summon up a sword, easy enough to remember, but was also.. made of steel? Another effect, probably increases his durability, or just makes him look more impressive, most likely both.


He didn't gather much about the guy trying to play ti sneaky, however the glass shattering probably indicates a bottle... a molotov perhaps? Unknown at the moment, investigate later if you can, first order of business however is the neutralize all hostiles.


Taking a large swig of his cola he made a finger pistol pointing up towards the man atop of the lamp post, strange man, dancing around on a lamp post.


"Bang!"


He fired the two volleys from his stand towards the strange man, the strange bullets forming a sort of trail as they converge upon him like a trail of red angery ants...


...That were shaped like bullets...


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[SephirothSage]

The man frowns- squinting to make out the projectiles; even as his response to being attacked by some kind of a hail.


Is to grunt- then flex; letting his muscles bulge and harden as he thrusts his perfect Abs into the hail of projectiles, laughing heartily as he intends to let them bounce off of his hide as he continues to advance.


"Mudada!"


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[TacoMann]

@SephirothSage @Orikanyo


The projectiles scrape off meaninglessly, each one accompanied by the sound of glass shattering seconds after they're felt. Although you haven't the slightest clue what they where. As far as Rammes is convinced, he's throwing invisible energy capable of harming the air. The assailant is rapidly flung from the lamppost, a smear across the wall of the building behind him, stuck, piecing itself together painfully slowly. The three charging figures have almost closed to engage.


(Two perception rolls from everyone. Defensive rolls from @SephirothSage and @Thief of Words )

 

[SephirothSage]

Rammes grunts as the projectiles smash against his hide uselessly- then laughs softly as he shifts his blade onto his shoulder, bracing for further impacts as he readies himself to slash when his foes grow near; eyes still searching the battlefield quietly.


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[Thief of Words]

[made my defensive roll in my last post, along with my attack roll (per your instructions)]


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[TacoMann]

@Thief of Words


The damage is positively minimal, as you spot the glimmering edge of a blade, and shatter what makes itself apparent as a glass construct. Your claw is buried in the throat of the idiotic vampire, whilst the being slashes with his secondary, shorter glass edge.


You get the strangest feeling someone outside the fight is watching you...


@SephirothSage


You, too, realize them to be wielding blades made of thin, dense glass, as one snaps from it's handle, burying uselessly about an inch into your chest, as he, too, takes another swing with his paired blade.


@Orikanyo


The last man leaps over his colleagues, lunging for you as he gives a shrill, painful, Ill-advised attempt at a horrifying shreik.

 

[SephirothSage]

Rammes chuckles calmly... before making a single, well defined swing downwards with his blade; intending to burry it near to his foes heart, then use it's metal as a channel to drain the vampire dry; thin tubes inside the metal forming as he makes the sweep, with full intent of devouring his foe, even as he calmly continues to ignore the mans weaponry.


"Hrmph.. pathetic."


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[Orikanyo]

"...Honestly bud its like trying to jump someone while screaming sneak attack!" Rosie scorned the man as he rose his own two pistols firing both upon him to blast him backwards, less of a defensive measure more a fact of punishing the fool's... foolishness.


"Now learn."


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"To fight properly!'


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Blowing the smoke from his pistol he twirling it on his finger, a true show of gunmanship. "Well then, that was fun, now where is that first guy i shot... freaks get back up rather quick, even if you turn them in to slurry eh N.R?" Standing up he started to glance around the van in search of the would-be ninja.


If you need it.


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[TacoMann]

Alright, just gonna say Maiden is busy eating the first victim, whilst...


@SephirothSage


The glass blades slide uselessly off the steel exterior of your flesh as you reflexively adjust your shell to render his weapons useless, before burying your blade deep into his heart, his blood rapidly siphoning down the tubes that previously gave your weapon a melodic ringing as it swirled towards your new-found meal.


@Orikanyo


Like the last man to throw himself at you in a much more violent way than another hitman you've found yourself sharing a contract with from time to time, the leaping figure is halted in midair, as his upper body is thrown back in a hail of lead and blood. The final figure is not only popped, but blown apart in a way the bullets whirl through both his arm, and Rammes's Current meal, merging and healing their arms together, working his circulatory system in with the one Rammes is currently draining.


@SephirothSage @Orikanyo


Joel steps out of the van, holding up the UV Emitter, with a covering over it, a thin, flat beam of light projecting outwards, which he uses with a slow sweeping motion to "Mop up" the man throwing glass blades, who is still currently scattered across 20 feet of window.


(Combat over: Both remaining players, Perception check. @Thief of Words , if you're there, speak to me! :C )

 

[SephirothSage]

Stein holds his blade inside the being; letting the blood flow down those thin tubes into his hand, and from there into his body; replenishing what was lost to the sun. As his foe is drained dry, he steps back and flourishes; casting the ashes aside in a flourish with a sneer on his lips.


"Pathetic.." He murmurs as he looks around for more.


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[Orikanyo]

"Well shit, guess thats that then. Small fry but I'd rather not deal with anymore weirdos tonight." Rosie stated as he reloading his two pistols, N.R, who doesn't need to, copying the action as Rosie takes a good long look all around himself , searching for any more enemies that need a thorough blasting.


"Good work out there fellahs, seems we can continue on our way... sorry about the roof Joel." he appologised to the sunlight wielding man.


(BEHOLD THE POWER OF AVERAGE!)


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[TacoMann]

@SephirothSage only:

Spoiler

"Interesting.." You hear from above, barely audible as anything other than a whisper at this distance, a pondering gaze showing the shadow of a feminine figure crouched on the rooftop, silhouette traced against the moon as her long, pale hair flows free in the wind. Her gaze directed down at the struggle, before she stands and turns to walk away from the roof's ledge.


@SephirothSage and @Orikanyo


Joel gives a sigh, as Zappa emerges from the shadows. (We'll assume the Maiden to be hiding in the shadows unless otherwise stated by Thief.)


Danny chimes in: "Bad news folks: Tires are slashed! Looks like we're walkin'." Weird Science taps on the wheels afew times, as the man in the labcoat steps out into the moonlight. He's a tall, lanky fellow. Slim, about an even six feet. "Only about a block left to home-base. Ms. Zappa, I suggest you give your friend a call..."





She nods, and fumbles with her phone for abit, as Joel hauls the generator out of the van, setting it down on a roller of sorts, and puts the UV-Amplifier on top, getting to pushing them onto the sidewalk as he, Danny, and with a gesture towards her, Zappa, set off for the sidewalk and down the street.

 

[Orikanyo]

"Right, lead the way then, if yea see anymore folk just scream or something. Can't be to careful." the man warns as he continues to watch for any potential threats as he gives a nod to Danny, whom he finally sees for the first time. "I take it you folks have been hunting these freaks for awhile now? Somebody care to explain why the count here can absorb them like water to a sponge? or we just gona say it happens and leave it at that? I've worked with less amount of info, so don't feel to pressed." Rosie attempted at a conversation piece to bring up, atleast for the block that they have left.


"Man i could use a nap after this."

 

[SephirothSage]

The vampire tilts his head up to look at the moonlit figure, thinking quietly for a moment.


".. We are observed, comrades." He warns the others, as he shifts to join them- moving to walk away with them, as he ponders the figure and her words. "...How odd.." He murmurs as they walk away, frowning as he lets his sword fade, but let's his skin remain transformed.