New Kid on the Block (Invites Only)

[Adelina]

"Mewtwo!"

Red looked around the unfamiliar dark streets.

"Mewtwo!"

The Psychic Pokemon was nowhere to be found. He was so close to finally having all 150 in his possession and now his Master Ball was lost and he had no idea where he was or how he got there. Suddenly two bright lights shined down from above, Red held up his arms to shield his eyes from the light as he looked up to see two helicopters circling above him.

"This is the Isafaro military! Get down on the ground and put both hands on your head!"

Isafaro? Red didn't know what that was and he honestly didn't want to stick around long enough to find out. Selecting a Pokeball from his belt he enlarged it and then threw it towards the two choppers in the sky. In a flash came one of three legendary birds, Zapdos, who flew into the air towards the helicopters.

"Zapdos, use Thundershock!"

"Zapdos!"

A powerful blast of electricity surged through the two helicopters pilots, frying them in an instant as the choppers spun through the air for a bit before crashing several feet away from Red's position.

"I don't think they were expecting that," Red said while summoning Zapdos back to the Pokeball.

[Kragen]

Kragen was in an undisclosed location, using the scope on his rifle to survey the area for his comrades when all of a sudden he saw a boy who literally came out of nowhere. Another one? thought Kragen. Remembering how he and so many others like him had landed here in the past. He was shouting out something. Mewtwo. The name sounded familiar to the ex-soldier but he couldn't place it. Things were about to get worse for the boy as helicopters now flew overhead. Seemed a little extreme for a kid but Isafaro was unpredictable that way.

Kragen was ready to snipe the pilots from here but before he could they were fried. A large yellow electric bird was in the air and sent the two pilots crashing to their deaths before disappearing in a faint red light, inside the red and white ball the kid was carrying. One of six. Kragen held out his radio and whispered, "Unidentified kid near your position. Possesses some kind of mystical creature, may have more than one, over."

[Garrus Vakarian]

Garrus Vakarian
Roger that, over.

The archangel was wall pressed against a large building a couple of feet away from the boy. As he reached the corner of the wall, Garrus peered over to take a quick look at the kid before raising up his weapon and unloading two tranquilizer's darts into his back. The plan was to strip him of those dangerous, mysterious creatures and then take him back to the base. The rebellion didn't want to take any chances with someone with unknown and powerful trained animals that killed but at the same time they didn't wish to harm him. Garrus lied in wait, hoping to grab the kid before another part of the Crimson Vulture came onto the scene to investigate the recent crash.

[Adelina]

Red wasn't sure where to go but he knew after the crash he couldn't stay here. First thing first, find some form of intelligent life that didn't want to arrest him for whatever silly reason to explain what was going on and then find out where the nearest Pokemon Center was. It looked like this was the kind of city where it was easy to get lost, so Red would have to be careful and make mental note of his surroundings so he'd be able to tell where he is should, heaven forbid, he get lost in a place like this. But before he could get around to doing any of that, two darts hit him in the back. Red's vision quickly blurred and he fell down to his knees before falling flat on his face. Out cold.

[inuyasha]

Hanyou Inuyasha


Hanyou Theme Song

When one is under sever stress and constantly denying the fact that he's frightened; it usually leads to the said person sitting down somewhere in weariness. He'd been traveling by rooftop in this disgusting place for hours, struggling to make sense out of everything. His ears ached from constant noises from within the freakishly tall buildings; buildings which resembled those in Kagome's world. His overly-sensitive nose had long since gotten used to the powerful and unpleasant smells, but his headache continued to pulse dimly in the back of his mind. When he'd finally chosen to take a seat on the roof of one of the shorter buildings, he'd had almost slipped into a dozing stage.

Resting cross-legged on the roof and holding his sheathed sword close to his body, his alert state had slipped... So when some massive, spiky, yellow bird had flown into the not far from his building; letting off massive jolts of electricity which made his silver hair stand up despite their distance... Of course, he'd been so startled and alarmed that he'd fallen back; claws making horrid noises on the steel and he'd scrambled from the edge of the roof. In his haste, he'd pulled himself completely off the other end of the roof; and there had suddenly been only air between him and the ground below. He'd flipped over in midair to land soundlessly on the the ground feet; first; if not a bit of an awkward landing. Breathing hard for a few moments as his panic subsided, the hanyou began to feel fury pounding through his veins. Of course, the bird hadn't been aiming at him; exploding flying things above told him that; making his ears ring. But that didn't stop him from feeling irritable with both the creature, and himself for being so careless.

He had half a mind to turn and leave the scene, not wanting to get involved with whatever was going on just outside the alleyway; but curiosity took over his instinct. Slowly, the youth proceed to the entrance of the alleyway, cautiously peering out as he kept a hand on Tetsusaiga's hilt. What he saw was a flash of red light, and the giant bird was gone. He saw the kid standing there, looking confused and lost... He smelled human enough... But obviously controlled the big bird in some way. Was it possible that the kid was with those strange patrols that kept the place quiet at night? After running into the said patrols before, he could feel only disgust with the entire system. The bullet wound in his shoulder had faded only this morning, enhanced demonic healing strength healing the day-old without scarring. But the memory of the pain... While he'd certainly experienced much worse before; such as pointy things completely impaling his gut or otherwise lacerating his body with deep cuts; it wasn't something he wanted to go through again.

It was then that he saw the strange man hidden in the shadows of another alleyway, and felt a surge of suspicion and understanding. No, the kid wasn't with the patrols, but that man was... He was holding up some gun thing... The youth opened his mouth to shout a warning to the kid, but never got a chance. If he'd been closer, he would have leaped out to the child's rescue; relying on his fire-rat fur kimono to keep him somewhat safe from the pointy thing that was fired. He would probably have sliced the projectile in half in midair with his claws. But it was too fast... Before his voice could emerge, the kid was laying on the ground, unmoving. Dead...? No... there was no scent of death... But a deep breathing sound coming from the fallen human told him he was sleeping... Immersed in a strangely deep and lasting sleep...

Well, he wasn't going to sit around and let those night patrol creeps do further harm to the kid... There was a flash of crimson as the youth sprang from his alleyway, standing next to the kid in a moment. He crouched for a moment to press two fingers to the child's neck, just to make certain he wasn't dead... The blood pulse was strong, merely slower than it probably should have been due to the sleep. Reassured, the silver-haired hybrid rose back to his feet, right hand clasping the hilt of his sword as he drew it from its sheath at high speed. The blade immediately extended into its massive size, wisps of winds spiraling up and down the steel fang blade. He held the weapon easily in both hands, glaring at the man in the shadows; daring him to make any further movements. The legs were spread in a battle stance, his left heel mere inches from the kid's shoulder.

He was expecting there to be more of the strange patrolers, so the velvet ears were focused on all the noises around him; while he kept his golden eyes fixed on the visible man. Any further use of the dart thing would be blocked by either his sword or claws; and he didn't think the things would be able to pierce through his kimono either. "Hey you!" He snarled, "I'll give you a chance to walk away unharmed from this, but one chance only. Get going, or you'll feel the caress of my Tetsusaiga and claws..." Always running into situations without thought... His friends had always called him reckless... But that really didn't matter now did it? He couldn't just abandon the kid to make stupid plans that would probably never work anyway.

[Kragen]

The neutralization of the target without harm was successful but before Garrus would be able to move in another unidentified person would show up on the scene to oppose the turian sharpshooter. Given his unique appearance the man didn't even match the kid yet still decided to put himself on the line for his well-being. Commendable but foolish to rush in so blindly.

On top of his regular weaponry the ex-soldier had a sniper rifle that only shot tranquilizing darts made complete with a silencer to drown out the sound the weapon would normally make when fired. When it came to those outside the Crimson Vulture the rebellion was against killing unless absolutely necessary. Kragen aimed the sniper rifle to the silver-haired man while he spoke to Garrus and fired a well aimed tranquilizing dart at the man's neck.

[Garrus Vakarian]

Bullseye. Garrus moved around the corner and approached the kid but that was when a man with strange silver hair and dressed in red came onto the scene. The turian looked him over carefully, the amount of people from other worlds that came together never ceased to amaze Garrus. You never knew what to expect and it kept everyone on their toes as you never knew when something can either be good for you or bad. In the boy's case it was hard to tell for sure which was why they took the precautions they have.

Garrus Vakarian
Easy, now. We don't want to harm the kid.

Garrus held up both his hands to show he was no threat.

Garrus Vakarian
That's a tranquilize dart. It's used to put people to sleep. All we want to do is take him somewhere safe and find out more about him but after seeing what he did to those choppers over there--

Garrus pointed to the site of the helicopters' crash.

Garrus Vakarian
We didn't want to risk a confrontation with those creatures in his possession. We're not a part of the Isafaro military if that's what you're thinking.

[inuyasha]

Hanyou Inuyasha


Hanyou Theme Song

ooc: Since Red is sorta asleep, I guess It's OK to skip him? I sent a PM, but got no reply... So, my apologies if I'm posting too soon.

bic:

Well cripes... He'd been hoping for a good fight; it would have been a nice way to relieve some of his stress. But the guy was showing obvious surrender, and a reluctance to make the situation any worse... And he wasn't one who fought without reason; nor did he continued to try beating down an enemy who wouldn't fight back. The large sword was lowered slightly, though the molten gold of his gaze gleamed with intense dislike and distrust. the youth refused to move a step away from the kid, and snorted in irritation at the male's words. "No one's gonna harm this kid while I'm standing right here... And I know he's asleep, I'd be an idiot to think he was dead when he's obviously breathing. And I'm pretty sure this kid would have gone along with you willingly if you'd asked and were friendly. Sure seemed like he had good control over that creature of his. You had no reason to gun him down like that."

Once again, the hanyou couldn't help but question why he was bothering to get involved in this. It was merely an instinct to protect the kid. A long time ago, he may have just sat idly by; even enjoyed such a spectacle as what had just happened. But now... After so much travel with friends in which his lonely existence had become worth living... He'd become more than happy to jump in and help some innocent person in need; despite the attitude of disinterest he usually showed in the face of a rescue mission. That was merely pride, he didn't want people to view him as some sort of saint who ran around helping everyone selflessly. He was a demon, it didn't matter if it was only half. But that didn't stop his desire to protect humans...

The guy had just said something about 'not being part of the Isafaro Military'... The words had only just barely registered in his distracted mind, and now he thought carefully about them. Isafaro? Was that the name of this abnormal city which stank of metal and filth? Military was a word he was less familiar with, he he could recognize it... It did make sense for those guys who'd attacked him to be part of an army of sorts... But even if this stranger was telling the truth; what did it matter if he was part of the army or not? He was still not to be trusted... especially since he'd attacked a kid without any provocation...

It was then that he heard it. All the while, his ears had continued to strain to pick up any sudden noises; no matter how soft. He'd just distinctly heard a muffled popping sound; yet it still resonated with the sound of gunfire... It brought an amused smirk to his face. Someone was shooting at him; the projectile's journey through the air at high speed was just audible to the overly-sensitive velvet appendages on his head. He had no time to think about what was happening; all he did was react on instinct; the powerful legs flexing and sending him high into the air in a split second. The eyes fixed on a small sharp thing which had just whizzed past his airborne feet; now clattering across the ground where he'd stood just seconds ago. If he'd been able to pinpoint the direction from whence the dart had come; he would have sent a back Wind Scar attack in retaliation. But it had happened so fast, that he'd failed to discover even the general direction that the thing had flown from.

The bare feet made no sound as he landed, once again standing next to the fallen kid's figure. The sounds of the attack had been so quiet; but had definitely been a gun of some sort... Whoever was firing at him had a way to make the ear-splitting blast nearly silent. But a powerful weapon such as a gun would never fully be able to have its sound completely eliminated. The assailant had been a fool to think he could strike simply by being quieter... The silver-haired youth's gaze was fixed on the visible attacker again, irritation seething within the golden depths as he raised his sword again. If worst came to worst, he'd make this guy a hostage; until the other guy, who seemed to be an ally, came forward without weapons. Since the darts had been aimed at him after he'd threatened this guy, it was safe to assume they were somehow connected.

"Alright... If you really aren't with the army, and you aren't willing to fight me; tell your buddy to stand down. Otherwise, I'll flay and eviscerate you right here, then leave your remains for the military to collect while I take the kid to safety.."

[Kragen]

Superhuman hearing but the unidentified male was unable to locate Kragen's position in the area. Good. Garrus knew what to do from here. Putting the sniper rifle away, the ex-soldier stood up to his full height and turned around from the sniper's point. It was never a good idea to stay in the same sniper's point for too long, especially given how high maintenance Isafaro's security was. Little did their current target know however that Kragen wasn't the only sniper in the area.

[Garrus Vakarian]

Garrus Vakarian
I don't respond well to threats.

As soon as he said that a discus shaped grenade that InuYasha wouldn't recognize hit the ground next to his foot, the second it went off it released a squeal of very high frequency sound which caused intense pain to hearing organs, enough to incapacitate a target temporarily. The turian rebel charged forward quickly, slamming the back of his weapon into the boy's head just hard enough to render him unconscious.

[inuyasha]

Full-Fledged Demon...

Demon Theme Song


ooc: Sorry, but I disregard auto-hit; as I refuse to auto-hit others. It ruins Roleplay. Nice choice of attack though, the sound grenade. XD

bic:

What the hell...?! The youth leaped back as the explosion went off, and immediately double over in pain as his feet hit the ground. His weapon was dropped as the hands flew up to press his ears to the top of his head; trying to drown out the screeching noises which assaulted his over-sensitive velvet appendages. This guy must have possessed some knowledge when it came to dealing with demons; if he'd known that something like that noise could force him into a disadvantage. Crouched on the ground with his hands still on his ears; he watched in fury as the guy lunged toward him; waving some weird weapon. Well, he wasn't going to go down easy.

The moment the thing was swung at his head, he ducked aside and let go of his ears; snarling under his breath as the noise continued. He'd have some trouble hearing after this... Hopefully; he'd still be able to hear as well as he had before the noises... Now.. In order for a weapon to be swung at his head, the guys would end up being on the ground directly next to him since he'd moved to the right. That meant.. Yes.. The weapon was right their in a clear shot. "Iron Reaver Soul Stealer!" He snarled, lashing out at the weapon with the claws on his right hand; which were now leaving a trail of golden light from his yokai. His goal was to split the weapon, render it useless if he could.

Without waiting to see if his attack had landed, the youth leaped backward again; putting more distance between himself and his attacker; but also landing him near the fallen boy again. Standing next to the youth, he crouched again, very animalistic, as he glared at his target again. It was then that he noticed Tetsusaiga laying on the ground, and started somewhat. When had he dropped it? And his motion to return to the boy had ended up placing his attacker between himself and the sword. The painful sounds seemed to be fading, whatever it had been was slowly loosing its power. But his ears still ached terribly; and a loud ringing was echoing within. But Whatever damage he'd received from the noise would be nothing compared to what would happened without his sword...

Already, he could feel that feral instinct boiling within, a desperate monster roaring to be released. He had no sword, which left him with only claws and physical strength to fight back against this unknown enemy. He had to protect himself, no matter what it took. And the boy as well... But of course... Protecting the boy was the least of his concerns now. In fact, he was rapidly loosing any concern for the kid at all; those feelings were being driven away by his desire to rip apart this foolish attacker. Yes.. A desire... He was delighted at the thought of tearing the guy limb from limp; the boy was entirely forgotten for the time being. All he wanted was to see and smell the blood spurting from him, he wanted to flay the living flesh; to revel in the wonderful scent of of that crimson fluid...

The youth's appearance had changed in the brief moment during which he crouched near the boy; his eyes hidden by the shadows of the mass of silver hair on his head. The hands were resting on the ground, claws extending to an inch length and digging into the ground. There was no wind, not even the slightest breeze; yet the hair was flashing as it lashed around his feral positioned body. Fangs curved smoothly from his snarling mouth; a trace of drool running down his chin. Next moment, the head had lifted; jagged purple, tattoo-like marking on either side of his face standing out sharply against the pale skin. The eyes were a deep crimson color, with white slit pupils which darkened into a blue at the edges. "I'll kill you, fool..." The voice hissed, full of his desire to shed blood.

Then without warning, he was in the air, springing with a speed which had doubled from a moment before the change. High up in the air, he went into a controlled fall; plunging toward his attacker's head with his taloned right hand raised into a striking position. All the pain he had been feeling from the sounds was no longer felt, the ringing in his ears forgotten. Driven by his desire to have his revenge on the fool; he would feel nothing more unless his demon form was reversed back to half-demon. No pain, no fear, no nothing.. Just a blissful blankness in which he would feel only that lust for blood...



ooc: This'll be interesting...

[Garrus Vakarian]

((The last attack wasn't meant as an auto-hit, it's just how attacks are phrased. If you can avoid it then by all means do so.))

The weapon was indeed split in two and fell to the ground soon after. So much for that. This person was becoming less of a man, less human. Even if the tranquilizing rifle weren't broken the archangel failed to see how it would have made a difference. It was going to take a lot more than a tranquilizing dart to take this man down. Garrus drew the M-3 Predator heavy pistol which was a weapon crafted in his own universe. Semi-automatic, fire rate was 300 rounds per minute. Naturally the recoil wasn't anything to laugh at but this turian was more than able to handle it.

InuYasha came at him a second time, this time with an intent to kill. The turian rebel had just barely enough time to roll out of the way to InuYasha's right and while on one knee, fired from the M-3 Predator before getting up on both feet and moving backwards. Garrus would have to move quickly as there was little point to taking cover against an unarmed enemy that didn't even need weapons to fight by the looks of it.

[Kragen]

Kragen laid down on his belly and looked through the scope of his rifle at the on-going showdown between the unidentified male and Garrus Vakarian. The DSR 50 was in his hands this time, loaded with .50MBG and ready to do what all soldiers were ready to do. Kill if they had to. He lined up his shot, picking his spot carefully as he didn't want to hit Garrus nor did he want to fire at a time where the target was more likely to hear the shot coming as he did before. If he was distracted by the turian then perhaps the ex-soldier would have a chance. His finger remained steady on the trigger but didn't pull back on it. Not yet. He did as all snipers did. As all snipers were trained to do. Wait.

[inuyasha]

Full-Fledged Demon...

Demon Theme Song


ooc: I'm aware of it, but you said you hit him; so that was an auto-hit. There are ways to phrase attacks so that you don't basically take temporary control of another's character to hold him/her/it still long enough to be hit. But of course, it doesn't really matter at this point. I'm glad you understand my feelings about it though.

bic:

In his savage pleasure, he failed to notice the new weapon being drawn as he plunged toward his prey. He was so close... He could almost feel the sticky crimson liquid exploding before his razor-sharp claws and staining the hands. But no... A feral snarl of frustration ripped itself from his throat as the claws came down, only to met the ground. his prey had just barely slipped away, and it was infuriating. Without wasting a second, he lashed into another attack. While the right hand was still embedded in ground which had shattered on impact; the left hand was free to do as it willed. Just as he slashed at the new weapon with those claws, there was a loud blast which tore into his sensitive eardrums. But of course... He didn't feel it. Through a haze of red, he was only aware of a righteous fury that his target was still fighting back. He was too close to spring away unharmed, but he would have tried it anyway; had he been in a sane state of mind. But now, he didn't care about saving himself; he just wanted to shred the prey.

Next moment, his right hand was pulled out of the ground by the momentum of his body as it went airborne at the impact which rammed into him. He wasn't in the air long, but multiple holes had appeared in his body. The fire-rat fur kimono had no chance of protecting its master against bullet at such close range; the metal had torn through as it it had been paper. The breath was forced form him as he crashed to the ground, twitching slightly as his own life-sustaining blood began to stain his clothing. The right hand was blooding from smashing into the ground at his first attack, and the fresh wounds momentarily stunned him. He lay motionless face-down on the ground for a moment, before his body began to shift again. The hand and feet folded under him; pushing him back to a half-crouched standing position as the ground around him began to grow wet and red colored. But he still felt none of it... Only that rage... Yet it had doubled. He could smell his own spilled blood; and it only made him begin to fear for his own life, which would make him a still more savage beast... He felt cornered, trapped... And would force his way to freedom.

And still, the fang sword remained forgotten on the ground. It had reverted to its rusty old katana form, and seemed to be pulsing out a strange light in response to the demon nearby. But it's imprisonment affect was useless unless it was returned o the demon's hands; which of course... He had no intention of doing. The monster lunged once more into an attack; spring into the air again at high speed as he hurled himself over the target. Flecks of blood would drip down to fall below him as he passed through the air. He landed awkwardly, stumbling slightly from blood loss, before lunging toward his prey's back with a flurry of claw strikes.

ooc: Such... A mindless and stupid beast... Poor guy... lawl I love how Red's just sleeping through all this. XD

[Garrus Vakarian]

The claws came into contact with Garrus' shields as the turian rebel quickly dashed backwards, wondering what it was going to take to keep this man down. Although the earlier shots seemed to have weakened him a bit it still wasn't enough to leave him immobilized and how much longer until this confrontation lured in the Crimson Vulture? When the turian gathered five feet between himself and InuYasha he fired again from the pistol, when he reached ten he fired, fifteen he fired and twenty feet he fired before finally the clip ran empty. Whether the shots did anything, assuming they hit at all remained to be seen as Garrus performed another roll backwards, this time in order to give him the chance to reload the next thermal clip into the M-3 Predator before rising back up to his feet.