Professor Spacecakes
The Epitome of Hyperbole
Toshinori "All Might" Yagi
Location - Libra Base | With - Yuuki, Vhyjho, Dismas | Condition - Exhausted
“Shit…” All Might cursed under his breath as Yomiel revealed the existence of enough C4 to reduce a city block to rubble. Such a situation wasn’t easy to deal with, even when the mad bomber wasn’t incorporeal. His plan would normally consist of evacuating the effected area and pursue the criminal before he could detonate the explosives, but how could he capture what he couldn’t touch?
Suddenly, Kira pulled out a gun and proceeded to unload into his former ally. Well, that took care of that problem… At least, that’s how it appeared before Yomiel’s spirit possessed the body of one of their own. Right. Ghost. That was a thing ghosts do. Well shit. On the bright side, now that their opponent occupied a physical body, it meant he could now be restrained.
All Might took a step forward to try to catch the possessed teen, but was stopped in his tracks when Deep Purple attacked. The old hero was oblivious to the world of Stands, unable to see it since he didn’t possess one of his own, but one thing he did know well was air pressure. He could feel the subtle drop in pressure around him as the air concentrated into invisible bullets before them. It gave him just enough warning to shield himself with his arms before those bullets came shooting towards them.
He grit his teeth as the air bullets buried themselves into the backs of his forearms. The damage done was minimal, but it did serve as a momentary distraction. Because of that, All Might wasn’t able to give chase as soon as he might have liked, “Yuuki” having already propelled himself down the hall by the time he could do anything. Of course, he wasn’t the only one capable of manipulating the air in such a way. One well-placed New Hampshire Smash and he’d catch up to him in—
Alas, the instant he’d braced his muscles for the kind of maneuver that would send him rocketing forward after his foe was the same instant the last drop of his stamina left him. In a puff of smoke, his weary muscles shriveled away until his skin seemed to cling to his bones, and he was reduced to little more than a withered corpse crumpled into a coughing fit, a stream of blood running down his chin.
“D-dammit, not now!” he wheezed out, but Muscle Form or no, he wasn’t about to let that guy get away! He broke out into a sprint down the hall after Yuuki, his lanky legs carrying him a bit faster than the average man by virtue of their length if nothing else. There wasn’t much he could do in the state he was in, but he may be able to call on his power for a brief moment if he needed to. Hopefully he would be able to find an opportunity to do so before it was too late.
( GinkyGotBack , domisunique , GearBlade654 , Haz. )
Location - Libra Base | With - Yuuki, Vhyjho, Dismas | Condition - Exhausted
“Shit…” All Might cursed under his breath as Yomiel revealed the existence of enough C4 to reduce a city block to rubble. Such a situation wasn’t easy to deal with, even when the mad bomber wasn’t incorporeal. His plan would normally consist of evacuating the effected area and pursue the criminal before he could detonate the explosives, but how could he capture what he couldn’t touch?
Suddenly, Kira pulled out a gun and proceeded to unload into his former ally. Well, that took care of that problem… At least, that’s how it appeared before Yomiel’s spirit possessed the body of one of their own. Right. Ghost. That was a thing ghosts do. Well shit. On the bright side, now that their opponent occupied a physical body, it meant he could now be restrained.
All Might took a step forward to try to catch the possessed teen, but was stopped in his tracks when Deep Purple attacked. The old hero was oblivious to the world of Stands, unable to see it since he didn’t possess one of his own, but one thing he did know well was air pressure. He could feel the subtle drop in pressure around him as the air concentrated into invisible bullets before them. It gave him just enough warning to shield himself with his arms before those bullets came shooting towards them.
He grit his teeth as the air bullets buried themselves into the backs of his forearms. The damage done was minimal, but it did serve as a momentary distraction. Because of that, All Might wasn’t able to give chase as soon as he might have liked, “Yuuki” having already propelled himself down the hall by the time he could do anything. Of course, he wasn’t the only one capable of manipulating the air in such a way. One well-placed New Hampshire Smash and he’d catch up to him in—
Alas, the instant he’d braced his muscles for the kind of maneuver that would send him rocketing forward after his foe was the same instant the last drop of his stamina left him. In a puff of smoke, his weary muscles shriveled away until his skin seemed to cling to his bones, and he was reduced to little more than a withered corpse crumpled into a coughing fit, a stream of blood running down his chin.
“D-dammit, not now!” he wheezed out, but Muscle Form or no, he wasn’t about to let that guy get away! He broke out into a sprint down the hall after Yuuki, his lanky legs carrying him a bit faster than the average man by virtue of their length if nothing else. There wasn’t much he could do in the state he was in, but he may be able to call on his power for a brief moment if he needed to. Hopefully he would be able to find an opportunity to do so before it was too late.
( GinkyGotBack , domisunique , GearBlade654 , Haz. )