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Once Storm boasted to the Strike Witches, they moved in.
While the Spartan stood smug, The leader grabbed his arm and flipped him on his body like a police officer would do so a perp. "WHOA! Hey! Get off me!" Storm said as the other two held him down as the Leader pulled out industrial strength Handcuffs to restrain the Spartan.
"Our lord has taken over 400 planets, what chance did you have?" Outside the Bar
After a few dozen beers, one Strike Witch stepped out for a cigarette break, watching the possible subjects.
She turned to the officer and said "You there. If you going to arrest that man, take him to Processing...or else..."IRL: Plane
Darren was still too shaken to say anything aside from "Why me?! Why me?! Why me?! Why me?! Why me?!".
Despite everything, Gab's had no lucking finding anything on the Symbol, She couldn't connect to the Internet for some reason.
Wyoming
The police soon surrounded the rear of the plane after Devon and Teri were back on board and the door was shut.
A loudspeaker rang out: "ATTENTION! WE HAVE YOU COMPLETELY SURROUNDED! COME OUT WITH YOUR HANDS UP OR WE WILL USE FORCE!" The Police spokesman said as the police got ready for a seige.
Chicago
"AND TO OUR SISTERS IN SPACE! 400 PLANETS UNDER OUR LEADER'S FLAG!" One shouted, leading to a universal cheer from everyone in the bar.
The scale was not lost on Slindis: 400 worlds were also under Daniel's control.
As Storm was flipped over it left a loud thump whiched echoed from the armor. Storm was left on the ground."Ow...I hope that didn't scratch the armor." Storm sighed as he waited for the witches to take him to wherever they came from. "I bet your leader is FAT, UGLY AND ADOPTED!" Storm joked right in front of them, snickering underneath the helmet.
The helmet of his actually had some tricks ready to try out whenever he needs it. "So...where are we going ladies?" Storm asked. The fact about the 400 planets was awkward since the Blackhawke is behind one.
Sorry for not posting in a few days. I've been preoccupied with real life stuff. Let me go over what I've missed and I'll post something
Mallicos slowly rose from the small cot he'd been sleeping on. He had been tired. He hadn't realized that before, probably because he hadn't been tired for so goddamn long, but he had been bone tired.
Hello Mallicos. Do you feel well?
Mallicos breathed a sigh of relief. Fine, now. Yourself?
A little disoriented, but otherwise fine.
Do you have any idea what happened back there? To you?
Yes, and it won't happen again. I believe.
That's good enough, I suppose.
Very well. We should join up with the others on the ship, see what we want to do next.
The Witches dragged Storm back out of the building and into a Armoured Van, much thicker than most APC's Storm has seen.
They took off their Jet Engines and hung them up as Storm was pushed into the back with a Pair of Witches guarding him.
The Leader entered the front and they drove away.
"You are in a ton of trouble, you know that?" one said as they went to restrain him further.
"I'm going to ask you some questions, you better answer them: 1: Who are you?"
Storm found it a little bit embarrassing to be captured like this. Looking around he could tell the van was much thicker then any other he had seen. "I got through worse" Storm thought as they started to ask questions."Why am I in trouble? and what do you mean, "you are you?" I know I'm me, who are you!?" Storm joked around with them, he didn't like the outcome which was going to come.
The armor the spartan wore was machine equipped, so only the proper machine could get him out of it. The helmet was only the removable of the whole suit.
The Smoking Witch walked back up to the Cop.
"Did you not hear me? Get out there and bring that Criminal to Processing. That's a Order!" She demanded as she took the glass out of his hands and downed it in one go before dropping the glass back on the counter.
"GET. GOING." He warned one last time.
"Answer the question. That armour won't save you. My sisters are combat hardened, staring death in the face in the name of our Lord, Our enemies feared us, you should too, NOW TELL ME WHO YOU ARE!?" The Guard yelled, Storm not really being scared due to the fact that his "Interrogator" looked like a 15 year old girl.
Hearing the girl made Storm sigh. "Well, I have done a lot too. I've been blown up, almost drowned, eaten by flood, blown up by a spaceship's main weapon, stabbed by an archangel, burned by lightning, slashed my own eye on accident and many more. ***** please I can't die neither can my allies...now excuse me." Storm said and since they couldn't see his face they wondered what he was doing. Suddenly music started to play through his helmet and filled the car.
Storm was swaying to the music and speaking some of the words. It was obvious he was taking the shit out of them and he had been trained in keeping silent, but Storm does it in his own way.
Following several failed attempts to question the spartan, the Witches gave up and waited for the APC to reach their destination.
All she could think about was when they'd let her drain his annoying head of blood.
The witches seemed uninterested in the antics of the other people, focusing more on the small party Slindis paid for.
Shadow woke up in a daze as he realized that everyone had left him. "Damn them" he said to himself as he looked around. The Air ship was in the air of course. He saw a motorcycle sitting nearby.
He knew he was going to ride that but how to get it to the ground? He looked around, and thats when C.J. walked into the room. "[color=002E63] oh hey I thought you left already.[/color]
" C.J. asked as he walked towards him. Shadow could feel a headache come on as C.J. got closer to him. Shadow just ignored it and asked can you teleport this to the ground for me? C.J. didnt say a word and just teleported him and the motorcycle down to the ground. He then teleported back up and was gone. "um thanks?" Shadow said as he hopped on the motorcycle started it up and headed for Chicago.
"Damn recon team isnt leaving me behind" he said as he drove ahead.
Kyre had entered the bar silently, and was leaning back against some dark and unnoticed corner. She had a hand on Talon, and an eye on the Strike Witch. Anyone who was remotely aware of the existence of magic could feel a disturbance, and one that seemed centered around the absence of the nigh omnipresent force. It was not strong enough to dispel anything, not by a long shot, but it definitely hampered the Witch's powers by a noticeable degree.
The tavern was filled with a soft warbling, that only Puce and Kurumu could understand. At first it was as if a mosquito was buzzing in the air, but then the pattern gave away to something more mechanical and unnatural. "Lord Puce, Master wishes to seize and detain one of these Strike Witches"
Kyre unsheathed Talon to the point that a hint of steel showed from the leather scabbard.
The witch quickly left and Lily had heard about the invitation. She came in and ran, jumping into his arms. "Yay! i get to see rose!"
"I get to play with rose!
I get to play with rose!
I get to play with rose!"
she chanted excitedly. The girl liked to play fight with rose on the account of them each having abilities.
A transport soon arrived to Kazuya's place. The two borded and were whisked away towards the moon.
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Rip was busy cooking a massive meal, a feast as while her and Daniel were vampires, they could still eat allot. ALso the fact rose was a saiyan, she ate more than any human could and live.
Dillon used his Ipod to track the rising dawn, he was going to regroup with the heroes, he needed to go out and do this, it might lead to his answers.
The supplies were packed up, red fear and Excalibur, his armor, food, water and the stim-darts.
The Termi-Dillon would shortly meet him, Dillon had said his farewells and promised he'd return, he remembered a conversation he had with Luna.
"Luna I must leave for now, but if your ever in severe danger say these words, Klaatu barada nikto, say these words and you'll be safe."
The helicopter arrived, Dillon told them the location.
Sitting he massaged his temples.
"Wie soll ich raus aus diesem Schlamassel.
Was die-
Warum spreche ich Deutsch?
Ich weiß nicht, Deutsch."
Dillon was in a bit of shock, he hadn't realized the timeline had affected him as well.
The helicopter moved with great speed to the airships location.
The second he was ready, Kazuya was teleported in along with Lily.
Upon re-appearing, He instantly bowed before the Lord of Earth. "You requested my presence Oh lord. I am greatly honoured." He said in a rehearsed manner as Lily ran off to play with Rose. "I must give my praise for your latest Victory. 400 worlds under one banner....We've come so far..." He said as he got back up and approached Daniel, stopping only to give a bow to Rip.
"The reason we soul reapers have noticed the change is because our being is tied to the Soul Society, which wasn't affected by whatever happened. But there is a problem, the Quincies. The unhindered progress of Germany, their place of origin, made for an explosion in the historical Quincy population. Now, they are everywhere. They have formed a military branch called Vandenreich. It serves as the German Super-Natural Defense Force. They are especially wary in Japan, on the lookout for Soul Reapers. I wish I could stay and help, but if we are going to fix this, I need to go to the soul society and make use of their resources. You should probably call for some backup as well."
"Thank you Urahara. I'll go find Ichigo Kurosaki. I'm sure he can help." Kichiro said, in a somewhat grim tone.
"If anyone can, it's him." Kisuke responded with a tip of his hat
Kichiro stood up to leave, but the door of the shop suddenly exploded open. Both Soul Reapers leaped out of the path of the shock wave and took cover behind different shelves of merchandise.
Kichiro took out the capsule in his pocket and swallowed it. His was immediately shed of his gigai, leaving him in his true Soul Reaper form.
"Get away from here." he commanded the soul temporarily occupying his gigai.
It nodded and ran off and Kichiro Crouched, ready to lunge towards the newly smoking entrance.
"Bakudo 21! Sekienton!"
A thick red smoke filled the shop, preventing anyone from seeing inside.
Kichiro pulled up his hood and drew his Zanpakuto, then jumped through the smoke, ready to slash at anything in his way. As soon as he broke through the smoke, a bolt of blue Reiatsu flew past his head, missing by a few mere centimeters.
The first was immediately followed by a second, which he managed to deflect with the flat of his blade.
"I'm not sure this is the one we want. His spiritual pressure isn't as big as the one from yesterday." A voice said from above.
There were two of them. One was short but heavily muscled, and his face was obscured by a white hood. He was holding what was un-mistakeably a Quincy bow. The other was a little taller, and quite old. His thin wispy beard reached his chest, and his hair was almost gone. He had something covered in a white cloth slung to his back. They were both wearing Quincy uniforms.
"Of course he isn't the same one you dolt. But he's still a Soul Reaper, so hurry up and kill him!" The old man said in a rasping smoker's voice.
The shorter one grunted and raised his bow, but before he could gather an arrow, he was kicked off the roof from behind by Kichiro.
"You talk too much." the Soul Reaper said tauntingly.
He struck at the old man with his zanpakuto, but was blocked. In the blink of an eye the old man had produced a Reiatsu blade [bleach.wikia.com/wiki/Seele_Schneider] from his sleeve. The two were locked blade to blade. Kichiro was much stronger than the old man and began forcing him back. In desperation, the lod man tried to kick Kichiro in the chest, but he jumped over it, pushing the geezer off balance and sending him off the roof as well.
The old man recovered in mid air as the younger one came speeding towards Kichiro in a rage. His technique resembled Shunpo, but it felt different.
The quincy fired a large volley of arrows at Kichiro which he dodged easily. He closed in with Shunpo and caught the Quincy under his guard.
"What the-" He was cut off by Sutōrīterā piercing his ribcage.
He howled in pain and struck out at Kichiro, who had already put distance between them. The Quincy held his hand over his wound and began retreating.
"I'll find you and shoot you down Soul Reaper! You remember that!" He shouted as he bounded away. His hood fell back and Kichiro saw his face. He was young, maybe 17, with thick black hair cut short and a jawline like a brick.
"Come one Wolfgang!" the wounded Quincy yelled.
"You get out of here brat. I'll finish him off." The old man said, taking the wrapped up mass from his back.
The younger one looked like he wanted to protest, but decided to keep retreating. Once he was out of sight, Wolfgang spoke.
"You should really learn to play nice with the other brats Soul Reaper." The old man said, tugging on the string holding the sheet up. The cover fell and Kichiro saw the man's weapon.
It was a white Crossbow with some kind of mechanism on top. [http://www.clemson.edu/caah/history/facultypages/PamMack/lec124/crossbow.jpg] The handle on top and the shoulder stock were Quincy blue, and the rectangle shaped mechanism on top had the Quincy Cross painted on it, also in blue.
"I'm going to have to have to teach you to respect your elders!" Wolfgang cackled as he swung the weapon up to a firing position and unloaded at Kichiro.
The Soul Reaper dodged in every direction, trying to avoid the torrent of spirit arrows coming at him like machine-gun fire. The old man laughed manically as the arrows pierced the buildings around him.
Damn it, he isn't going to run out of ammo. I need to close in! Kichiro thought.
He changed direction and tried to use Shunpo, but was hit twice in the torso. The impact threw him against the building behind him and straight through a window.
"That'll teach the little brat!" Wolfgang said victoriously.
There was the sound of shifting glass and rubble from inside the building, and Wolfgang brought his attention to it.
"Write...Sutōrīterā!"
The rushed whisper of air, the sound of Shunpo, came through the air, and Wolfgang whipped around to find Kichiro behind him, bloody, and pissed.
Kichiro slashed a Z shape through the air with Sutōrīterā, sending a deadly blade of ink at close range. It colided with Wolfgang's chest and he cried out as blood sprang from his wound. He raised his crossbow and began firing, but Kichiro drew a circle between them in the air that filled itself in, and blocked all the incoming fire like a shield.
Wolfgang strafed around behind the shield, but Kichiro had already moved again. Something lashed Wolfgang's back painfully. He spun around to see Kichiro holding what looked like a pen, with a whip made of ink trailing from the tip. He lashed out and wrapped the ink whip around the crossbow and pulled it from the Quincy's hands, but as it left Wolfgang's grip, he fired one last arrow, striking Kichiro in the chest.
Both combatants fell to the ground.
"Are you dead over there?" Kichiro called out painfully.
"Get your head out of the clouds boy." Wolfgang rasped back venomously.
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Kichiro woke up suddenly in Urahara's Shop with Tessai standing over him.
Before Kichiro could ask what happened, Urahara chimed "His friends came and got him after we pulled you in here. You need to rest for a while."
Well shit...
I just realized how small my avatar is, so here is what Kichiro looks like in human clothes.
As the chat in the bar went on, a few of the mosquitoes flew in and bit Slin on the arm. The redhead swatted the pests and frowned before getting another drink of the lemonade, clearly annoyed. [color=c20000]"Khyber-taken bloodsuckers... You're not even good for a single thing, so keep your distance from me!"[/color] She casually put more coin down on the counter, not realizing the error in her words just now.
The instant Slindis said those words, Every Strike Witch in the room stopped and stared at her, thinking that the Drow was referring to them.
Quite a few of them put their drinks down and the party atmosphere faded when they did.
"Ma'am, would you kindly step this way please?..." the apparent leader of the unit asked as her sisters soon circled the group, a few of them eagerly taking the safeties of their weapons, letting her know that it wasn't open to debate.
The second he was ready, Kazuya was teleported in along with Lily.
Upon re-appearing, He instantly bowed before the Lord of Earth. "You requested my presence Oh lord. I am greatly honoured." He said in a rehearsed manner as Lily ran off to play with Rose. "I must give my praise for your latest Victory. 400 worlds under one banner....We've come so far..." He said as he got back up and approached Daniel, stopping only to give a bow to Rip.
"Oh come on Kazuya, i've told you many times you don't need to address me that way. I still consider you a friend. All of that is only for the cameras." Daniel said, getting out of the throne chair and walking down the steps to Kazuya's level. He approached the man and Daniel put a hand on his shoulder.
"Listen, i was fine with the way i was before. But when i went to power myself up to beat the red mage, he died before i could beat him. So i was stuck like this even after the reset. I want to have a little fun with the powers before i loose them. But i never hurt anyone or one anything to hurt the human population as a whole, or even subgroups. I've only tried to make humanity advance as a whole." he said.
"But now is a time for fun and joy. A bit of Dinner and letting our kids play. I figured the a nice night would do some good." He said.
Lily and Rose had ran off and began fighting in a training room, the occasional explosion vibrating the room Kazuya and Daniel were in. "What do you say, shall we let them play for a bit?"
"....Yes, Lets...." Kazuya answered as the Two Super-powered children began to spar next door.
He saw people evolve like this before, from great power and good intentions to Mad men with dreams of conquest and the means to do it. "I still do not approve of the...."Mosquito" idea you came up with. People will find out sooner or later. And that's before the true nature of the 400 victories...You're powerful, but power only works so well against the masses" He said as he sat down and ordered a Sake from one of Daniel's many waiters.
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