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Post by Long Fang on Feb 28, 2023 21:03:08 GMT
Quest Title: Captured
Tier: E
Region: Earth
Reward: 8k Zeni | 2k Power Level | 2 SP
Objective: Either you or others (or both) have been put into chains. It seems that they want to make you or the others (or both) slaves to do their bidding or be sold. It is up to you to free yourself and the others, though, your choice to leave the others. However you wish to escape or free the others is up to you. (If repeated, earn only Zeni)
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Post by Long Fang on Feb 28, 2023 21:26:27 GMT
There were two things that Fang deeply hated (There were more than two things he hated but for the sake of this thread there are at least two things he hates). One was the cold. The second was slavery.
So, of course, he was quite annoyed when he woke up chained in a cage, freezing his toned little ass off. And to top it all off, he had both a hangover from drinking yesterday and a solid lump on the back of his skull where he had handily been knocked unconscious and carried off.
It didn't take much consideration to figure out why slavers would decide to capture and sell Fang. He was a very pretty man. Even some woman would be envious of his pale beauty, and his long soft silky black hair.
But either way, they intended to break him and make him into the perfect little doll boy they hoped to sell in exchange for a fist full of Zeni.
They had taken his robes too, leaving his upper body exposed to the cold, his lithe chiseled form on display, like hand-carved alabaster. He was also bound by chains and locked in a cage that was made up of thick steel bars. And the metal was cold as ice, pressed to his skin, almost burning him.
The one small grace he had was that he could keep the icy wind blowing through the cave where they kept him held in his own personal little prison off his body. So he was cold, hungover, chained down, and injured. Today was probably the worst day of his life in the past six years since leaving his mother to explore the world on his own. He could hardly fathom a more annoying situation to experience.
And looking up at his assaulters through the bars, he glared at them with murderous, vengeful, hatred. Black bile gathered in his stomach so vile he could have puked blood in his rage.
Three men stood around him, chatting. He was so angry though that he could not think straight, and didn't listen to their words. His only thoughts were on escaping his chains, and his cage to tear them apart for doing this to him. He would make them regret ever being born. He would make them beg to their mothers and the gods for forgiveness, and him for mercy.
His wrath at that moment was utterly boundless. He would have sold his soul at that moment to inflict every awful horrific thought on these men that passed through his head for the next hundred years.
But for the moment, aside from his glare, he seemed deadly calm.
He let his senses extend to brush against the three men. They were all a little weaker than he was individually. But together they would have been stronger. So his plan was simple.
Bid his time, let them think he was weak and desperate, and then kill one of them when he had the chance before fighting the other two. He was sure he could not kill all three in a straight fight, but two-on-one was possible. At the very least he was willing to die trying.
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Post by maycair on Mar 3, 2023 15:56:41 GMT
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May didn't know how she got herself in this situation. That was the cost of wanting to be a hero, sometimes doing jobs when you didn't want to. It was a bit personal, slavers had taken her more than once in her life so being hired to take more down to free some people was a little enticing. It wasn't smart to go searching for conflict but ever since becoming friends with Zam she found herself becoming braver, more heroic. She cared about doing the right thing, but there was never a motivation before to go out and seek those moments. She could keep battling herself in her head but, she did have some work to get to.
From what she could tell there were three main guards, the real issue was those watching the perimeter. Snipers, watchdogs, people were getting more vigilant in controlling their assets. The only issue was is they were people, meant to be free. With watchers or not she'd take them down, but she couldn't go in guns a blazing. Especially without knowing the layout of the battlefield. She was unaware of how many were in there if there were other guards for other prisoners. So it would start out a stealth operation, she would sneak her way closer to the facility as quickly as possible. To dogs she'd be easy to smell, so her demon shape would be the best way to go. She'd distract, knock out one of the dogs then take their place.
Sure she could smell how most of them hadn't bathed in a week, but Maycair could get past that. Or so she thought. it started to overwhelm her, a doggy bag would be needed if the hybrid didn't vacate the premises quickly enough. She would skitter away, following a rotating guard that was going to visit the prisoners. He was shouting commands, but May would try to tune him out as best as possible. Just doing her job, she would be left there to watch the prisoners. It sounded like he said something about getting their food. It was unlikely to be anything spectacular but she believed they would just take it and eat it in front of the slaves. They really were like no more than prisoners at first, often they would try to break you. It was this hubris that would give her the chance to free the people here.
One by one she'd visit each cage, giving them a look, trying to gauge the physical condition of the people. Some were spaced out in the cold, kept away. She didn't quite understand the purpose, but she saw what seemed to be a man with long black hair isolated from the rest. Maybe he was better goods, well it's a shame they wouldn't be making a profit from him today. Once the demoness had scoped out the area she would double-check to see if any guards were coming. Then, the technique would become undone, turning from a dog to a demon in a second.
"So, whose ready to get out of here, and who is capable of fighting 'cause that decides how this all goes." She would say with a chipper smile. Her demeanor had changed so much in a short time, hopefully, this was good for her.
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Post by Long Fang on Mar 3, 2023 19:08:12 GMT
They had left him alone eventually. And so bound in the cage with nothing else to do, he decided to cultivate. Gathering the energies of heaven and earth into his body and empowering him further.
He doubted he would have any sort of breakthrough anytime soon, but it wasn't impossible. If he could get stronger then that might help him escape later anyway.
But unexpectedly, help came much sooner. His eyes opened from their closed position, his head turning to note a dog that entered the chamber before becoming a woman. Or he thought they were anyway, they sounded feminine. If he happened to be wrong, they could correct him later. For now, what was most important was the fact she was offering to let those who could fight free first.
He raised his head and grinned. "Me, I can fight. Let me out of here and I will gladly help you crush this place and the three men who seem to be the strongest around here. Between me and you, they should pose little challenge." He noted confidently.
It was clear he was eager to fight those men and lay them low for what they had done to him and all these people. Fang would not particularly consider himself a hero. He very much viewed himself as a neutral figure who occasionally did good things, whether because he felt like it at the time, or because it would benefit him.
However, in this case, he considered slavery an abomination to the world. To take away one's freedom, to force people to submit, to end growth. It was a disgusting and immoral practice. If there was evil in the world, he felt this was one of its greatest. And it was something he would take some joy in helping to end anywhere he could.
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Post by maycair on Mar 6, 2023 4:45:43 GMT
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"Alright good to have someone else who's ready to tussle." she joked a little bit. Trying to break the tension was always better than hyping people up to be angry. They could wait until they were beating through guards to let out their anger. A few others gave some jeers, and a couple of pairs seemed too tired to even think about fighting back. Maycair understood why some of them wouldn't have the drive. Escaping was one thing, but fighting their way past their captors could be a bit intimidating. She was strong enough herself, they were just some thugs, the issue was being in enough places at once to keep everyone protected.
"Time to move out, we let those who need to escape move ahead once the coast is clear. We get their attention, pick them off and distract them enough to create a diversion. Then we can let hell loose on them." She whispered, her voice focused. The brief words of guards could be heard outside, exchanged just passing by the cages.
May would keep her ears sharp, and peeked out just to see if they were out of distance of noticing her. Then she mobilized everyone out of their cages. After a few moments, the first way of people could go. Besides the man three, there were about 4 other petty grunts rotating in the area. Maycair would look back, signaling to Long, she pointed to the Horizon, to signal as if to wait for most of the prisoners to make it there before attacking. The moment came rather quickly the demoness giving her signal to show themselves.
She took her demon shape, flying up into the air until she appeared to be made of burning violet fire, she charged her ki firing a Black Hole Bomber at the slavers. The dark orb swirled, absorbing all night in its path until in an instant it would burn through the leg of one of them, the explosion knocking another one of them off their feet. That was two of the four grunts thrown off and it kept all the attention on her. She was unsure of the young man's combat style, but she was hopeful he would be able to capitalize on the moment to take down a decent amount of them.
To get more of their attention, the hybrid would roar out to the crowd"I come as a spirit of vengeance, brought forth by the wrath of your victims. I shall be merciful, well as much as possible in an attempt to purify you all of your sins." It was a tease, mostly, if they died she wasn't exactly sorry about it. Still, maybe it was more heroic to try and leave them up to due punishment. Today, fate and teamwork would decide the course of this tussle.
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Post by Long Fang on Mar 6, 2023 22:05:06 GMT
Fang took the time to grab his clothes from nearby, wrapping himself up with a breath as he felt much warmer and more comfortable wrapped in his robes. As much as he liked his body, he didn't enjoy it being exposed to the cold. After that, he followed along behind the woman with interest. His steps were quiet, but he let her lead the way while maintaining a sort of casual grace. Ready to move at the first sign that he should, but remaining calm and balanced until that point. When she did finally give the signal he didn't hesitate. Suddenly he became a shadow traveling on the wind. He moved fast, near instantly, and was incredibly hard to make out. Though May probably could make him out better than most since he was little more than a shadowy blur flying quickly through the air after her attack had been made. And when he did appear it was like he'd stepped out of the shadow of the man he stood behind, and in one swift motion his hand darted forward. Sliding like a blade between the man's shoulder blades, and out his chest. His arm and hand were coated in blood before he slid it back with a soft sucking motion. The hot blood poured out from the dead man's back and chest where a fist-sized hold had been left, steaming in the air and from Fang's arm. Shadow Viper Strikes was an assassination technique that Fang had just put to full use on his first victim. Fang's eyes once brown had turned red. They displayed the rage his face did not, which seemed mockingly calm, even playfully amused. Which might just make him seem all the more disturbing before he flicked his hand through the air, sending a wave of sharp wind at the next nearest man's throat to take his head off. Giving him little time to react after such a fearsome display. Cutting Wind would almost certainly take the head off the body of the man he had just sent it at.
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Post by maycair on Mar 14, 2023 9:18:17 GMT
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It was always encouraging to see someone competent in the field. "Keep up the good work!" She roared in encouragement to Long. He seemed skilled in rapid striking martial arts, speed was clearly a strong focus for his abilities. It was useful in capitalizing on the panic. The slavers were pretty distracted by the fact that most of their men were just getting wiped away like dust. Some tried to rally, to charge on them, good they could be beatdown while ignorant of those escaping. With a glance back Maycair would see most of the slaves on the Horizon already, booking it to make sure they didn't get in this position again. Others more filled with rage decided to hang back and help beat down their captors.
"Can't say I blame them, I'd probably do the same, I've done worse..." she muttered to herself. It did bring back some sour memories of her first encounter with slavers when the full moon came and no one survived. These moments were the only chance of redemption that she had. There was no point in stewing at the moment, there were more thugs to take care of. With swift decisiveness Maycair would sweep down into the crowd, looking at one of the men who seemed to be a leader. "Come on, why don't I show you the error of your ways."
"Oh shut it you filthy b-" His words would be sharply interrupted as she would jet forward, her knee driving into his stomach to send him upward. Before the slaver could fly away the air around seemed to freeze, the air crystalizing with the demoness' hands to form a long scythe. It was her Isolation Reaper, his breath would turn solid from the sheer frost as the blade would draw it from his body. Maybe it was a bit much, but you really had to make a point with these types if you wanted them to learn from their lessons. [var name="primary" value="#5198d8"][var name="secondary" value="#2e587d"] [newclass=".holder"]width: 480px; margin: 15px auto 0 auto; background-color: white; border-bottom: 9px solid [var="secondary"];[/newclass] [newclass=".holder .ttop"]width: 100%; height: 40px; background-color: [var="secondary"]; color: white; line-height: 40px; font-family: "Source Sans Pro"; font-size: 10pt;[/newclass] [newclass=".holder .ttop .float-left"]padding-left: 18px;[/newclass] [newclass=".holder .ttop .float-right"]padding-right: 18px;[/newclass] [newclass=".holder .ttop a"]color: white; text-decoration: none; font-family: "Source Sans Pro"; font-size: 10pt; margin-right: 9px; transition: all 1s;[/newclass] [newclass=".holder .ttop a:hover"]color: [var="primary"] !important;[/newclass] [newclass=".holder .ttop a:last-child"]margin-right: 0;[/newclass] [newclass=".holder .ttop .word-count"]display: inline-block; margin-right: 9px;[/newclass] [newclass=".holder .ttop .tag"]display: inline-block;[/newclass] [newclass=".holder .box"]width: 100%; height: 150px; background-color: [var="primary"];[/newclass] [newclass=".holder .box .box-holder"]width: 316px; margin: 0 auto; position: relative; top: 16px;[/newclass] [newclass=".holder .box .box-holder .image"]width: 100px; height: 100px; border-radius: 100px; border: 9px solid white; display: inline-block; margin-right: -23px;[/newclass] [newclass=".holder .box .box-holder .image img"]border-radius: 100px;[/newclass] [newclass=".holder .box .box-holder .image:last-child"]margin-right:0;[/newclass] [newclass=".holder .dip"]width: 316px; margin: 0 auto; height: 30px; background-color: [var="primary"]; text-align: center; color: white; border-bottom-left-radius: 15px; border-bottom-right-radius: 15px;[/newclass] [newclass=".holder .dip span"]position: relative; top: -6px; font-family: "Leckerli One"; font-size: 20pt;[/newclass] [newclass=".holder .content-area"]padding-top: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; font-family: "Source Sans Pro"; font-size: 11pt; color: #494949;[/newclass] [newclass=".creator"]margin-bottom: 15px; text-align: center; font-size: 9pt !important; font-family: "Source Sans Pro";[/newclass] |
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Post by Long Fang on Mar 16, 2023 13:27:02 GMT
The lady certainly had some impressive techniques! Not that Fang was holding back any more than she was. He'd already made use of his best technique to deal an instant and fatal blow to the first foe. And removing the head of the second he struck out at with Cutting Wind.
He continued to make use of Cutting Wind after that, seeing no reason to exert himself with his best move when most of the men here were still only above-average rabble that could be swept away easily enough. Stronger than average perhaps, but it seemed that compared to him and Maycair they were far below them in terms of skill. Which was convenient. Since he wanted to destroy this encampment and be on his way to warmed lands.
"You're very impressive yourself!" He noted with a smirk at the dark woman. "And you seem more than capable of dealing with this camp. I dare say that you would have hardly needed my help in clearing this place out." He noted as his Cutting Wind split another man down the middle, leaving two halves to spill away from each other, making quite a mess on the icy ground. "I must repay you at some point for allowing me to join you in reaping vengeance upon these men in the future. Surely such scum being removed is with at least a small celebration!" He noted with a laugh sending out yet another blade of Cutting Wind, all while considering what the woman might enjoy as far as gifts went.
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Post by maycair on Mar 16, 2023 18:48:48 GMT
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"You're right, I could've taken them out, probably leveled the entire place in a few moments. The issue with that is I wouldn't have been able to save everyone. You need to be beyond perceivable if you wanna pull off feats like that. Being helpful, and saving people is leagues more difficult than it is to just destroy things." She wasn't sure if she was saying that for her sake or for Long's. It was a battle for the demoness to know how to use her anger without going too far. It always start to weigh on her as she cleared out a battlefield. From their efforts what remained of the slavers was heaving on the ground. Some may have escaped, maybe they didn't exactly go easy on them.
One, in the distance, tried to get up and run which was a mistake, especially when he seemed to call a vehicle to pick him up. She didn't want to make an example of them, but sometimes you just had to put people in their place. Two balls of ki formed in her hands, turning pitch black as she forcefully compressed them. The aura around her began to concentrate till great banding rings of golden saws spun around. Then, it shot, the Quasar Flare. It was to chase down those remnants, to put them down where they belonged. Their car erupted into great flames. The flicker tongues of its roar singed the rocks around.
"Didn't want them escaping, to have another chance to start up this operation." She didn't feel pride in her actions, but in the years she had spent living on earth she had learned better when it came to these types of people. They always came back, wanting more to destroy people. Making an example was a concrete way to stop others from trying to continue such vile actions.
"Well by now the people have to escape far enough. I know you probably had some rage or animosity for your captors so it can encourage you to get it out but you could've easily chosen to run as well. So thank you for showing your strength, and offering your assistance. Most people are off put by my appearance and would rather shun me than accept my help". She looked forlorn for a moment before turning back to long offering a half smile. She still wasn't the best at knowing what to talk to. "I suppose now we can head on our own ways."
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Post by Long Fang on Mar 19, 2023 5:47:18 GMT
Maycair might not have taken pride in killing these men, but Fang did. He took pleasure too in hearing their cries of pain and pleading for mercy only to be cut down or vaporized as the lives were ended.
To Fang, these people were trash, scum, and evil. There were only a few crimes that could truly make him furious, and slavery was one of them. Feeling anger not just for himself, but for all those who had ever experienced such a fate, and those who had died as slaves never knowing a free day in their life. To take away their freedom, their agency, was a monstrous thing every bit as destructive and inhumane as forcing one's self upon an unwilling partner. While Fang had not experienced much thanks to Maycair's quick intervention, he was all too aware of how quickly things could have gone bad for him and was thankful that he's only gotten the barest taste of the life a slave might suffer. It was a fate he would not wish upon anyone but for those who would force such a life upon others. An eye for an eye.
"Building is harder than destroying." He agreed to her words watching as she destroyed a man and his vehicle. A satisfying sight in his eyes.
"Your appearance?" He mused looking her over before shrugging. "I think you look just fine. My own father is not human, though my mother is. I suppose I get most of my looks from my mother since my father is a tall red demon. Or so my mother tells me." He never met his father, but maybe one day he would. He would not be against it. "Regardless, you should be judged for your character, not your appearance. And today at least in my eyes, you are a vision of grace and mercy." He said offering her a little bow.
"Hm, I suppose we can part if that is your desire. My only goal at this point is to reach warmer places. I hate the cold." He grimaced. "But I pray we meet again! If I did not say so before, my name is Long Fang. Long is my family name, and Fang is my given name. You may feel free to call me Fang if it suits you." He offered with a grateful smile. By now his eyes had returned to their normal brown hue, and he looked like a normal if a slim and fit human man.
WC: 416
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Mar 26, 2023 20:00:05 GMT
Post by maycair on Mar 26, 2023 20:00:05 GMT
[nospaces] [googlefont="Leckerli One"][googlefont="Source Sans Pro"] [attr="class","holder"] [attr="class","ttop"] [attr="class","float-right"] [attr="class","word-count"] Word Count: 235 [attr="class","tag"] Tag: Admin [attr="class","box"] [attr="class","box-holder"] [attr="class","image"] [attr="class","image"] [attr="class","image"] [attr="class","dip"] Maycair [attr="class","content-area"] "I feel you on that, I tend to spend most nights just looking for a warm place. There's plenty if you know where to look but still, it's no way to live a life. I've only recently found myself in better graces when it comes to that. I'll find myself in even better ones if we do have the chance to meet again. You seem, decent that's the best I can say for now. I gotta head back to my friend, I promised her I'd use the money from the job to take her out to dinner so I'll see you sometime. She found it strange, for once in her life she had a streak of meeting people who weren't immediately awful.
As she went to walk away, she turned her head back, offering a smile "You can always call me may, Long I do have a feeling we may be seeing each other sooner than we expect." Sometimes she had a feeling about things like that. The Majin would make a jump, a big one into the air until she would start to hover. Glancing down she wondered, did she deserve the chance to play at Hero? She still could barely make friends but maybe she didn't have the energy to entertain such thoughts anymore. So May would try and stay positive for once. She started to feel braver, that maybe she wasn't weak.
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Mar 26, 2023 21:11:05 GMT
Post by Long Fang on Mar 26, 2023 21:11:05 GMT
Fang tilted his head hearing that the woman was having some life troubles. But with her power, he wondered how that could be. Even being less powerful than her he lived a fairly comfortable life, the world was full of opportunities if one simply sought them out. Perhaps May had simply not learned to recognize the opportunities presented in the world. Either way, he wished her well.
"Oh, I see. Well, I hope you and your friend have a lovely dinner then." He agreed with a nod. "Thank you for your help once again, and may we meet once more in the future under more fortunate circumstances, it was a pleasure to meet you, May." He said offering a humble little bow before watching her leave and then moved to do the same himself, off to warmer places.
He didn't doubt they would meet again soon enough. He only hoped that the next time they met that no blood would need to be spilled. He really preferred making friends at his leisure to these tense situations.
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