2010-02-28, 07:26 PM
(This post was last modified: 2010-02-28, 07:28 PM by Smooth Criminal.)
Sorry I'm late~ the site kept having problems in the time I tried to post this; and waited a little into 2X.
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I thought the blush when she was talking to Michael was cuter in the prior one, but being embarrassed and kind of flattered by the question is pretty cute stuff too. Then the blush when she's thinking of pursuing him or not was pretty cute too.
"Should I look for him or not? N-n-n-no; what am I thinking anyways? I-i-i-it's n-n-ot like I want to chase down a guy like him!" *blushes and folds her arms*
And yes- when I saw the demon ranks, first thing that occurred to me was Yu Yu Hakusho. Tsubasa was the afterthought for me.
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"Do you hear it, Michael," inquired Speed Demon.
"Yes, the whispers of the heart," replied Michael in a sweet tone as he walked away from Mimoto with her collecting herself behind him in the distance.
"I bet she was thinking "Should I look for him or not? N-n-n-no; what am I thinking anyways? I-i-i-it's n-n-ot like I want to chase down a guy like him!"," said Liberian Girl in a seductive, mocking tone.
Michael pinched his nose for a second. He knew the joking would have to stop here, and he quickly hardened his face. "Quit it. Remember we're here on a job," he said.
"Oh? But I'm so curious~" pouted Liberian Girl. "I'll give you five seconds of your fun," said Michael; gritting his teeth together.
Michael's tommy gun began to melt into murky black, thick, and viscous looking liquid onto the floor. Slowly, it began to rise up; and suddenly, the features of a woman became distinct. In contrast to Mimoto, her features seemed so refined and mature. She had a voluptuous looking body: waists that moved in hypnotic motions, legs as if they were finely crafted, her fingers long and elegant, arms that moved as if dancing, tender lips, and a lustful gaze. Her hair was long and a shade of black seen in the night; and her eyes were a soft blue and yet her pupil was scarlet. Michael gazed for a second to take in the view and turned away and continued onward. Liberian Girl put a finger to her lips as she looked back at Mimoto, who's face had become overcome by a shade of pink and then folded her arms and let out a deep breath to the said. She could hear Mimoto saying "Baka..." to Shinku. Liberian Girl let out a laugh, and decided to tell Michael. Even so, he didn't seem to care and walked onwards.
"You're no fun when you're like this," she pouted. She then melted into a black liquid and turned into a tommy gun again.
"Speed Demon, tell me about "the whispers of the heart"," asked Michael in a rough manner.
"Ah- right, enabling the heartbeat censor to display,"
Michael took a good gaze at the map displayed to the side of his scope. "What the hell is this?" "Sir, I can tell you that my readings are accurate." To Michael's shock, the demon radar showed demons everywhere, even where he was standing. Is the school hiding something? It would now be impossible to keep track of the two demons given his find. A heartbeat censor could distinguish the difference between human heart and demon heart; but this was impossible to find the signature of two demons in particular. He had considered letting Liberian Girl and Speed Demon and himself to split up and keep watch of the demons, but this wasn't possible any more. Michael would have to find out what was going on in this school on his own.
Men in white labcoats were walking into a guarded room with two students being carried: the D-class demon Mimoto had beaten up and another student with an ornate mace in hand. They saluted two guards and presented identification cards, and put their eye in front of a scanner, and even there: sixty-four microcameras from different angles of what was going on in front of the door to monitor for anyone trying to sneak with the scientists. Of course, they hadn't counted one thing: what about on the door? As the door opened for the guards who began to walk in, a shadow cast on the door pulled into a figure: Michael and his two guns who strolled merrily with a satisfied expression on his face behind the guards backs and away from camera detection. "Security scan of the facility complete. From here on out, there's nothing we have to worry about," said Liberian Girl.
Michael was glad to have his weapons, who were actually demons. With their abilities, he was nearly unstoppable; and combined with his strength and nimbleness as well as the power of illusion, he was a force to be reckoned with. Being a master of knives, guns, parkour, and martial arts made him strong enough; but with stealth and magical abilities acting in conjunction with that, he was one tough guy to beat. He is an internal chii type kung fu master and has an ultimate technique against the cybernetic kung fu masters where he can short circuit their robotic parts with internal body electricity; and calls his technique "The Palm of Violet Thunder"; as well as modify other forms of energy throughout the human body; such as arrangement of carbon bonds- although imperfect as it doesn't work all of the time.
Michael thought about the day he had met them in their original form.
"That's right, you'll be assigned to work with codenamed mercenaries "Liberian Girl" and "Speed Demon"," said the Illusive Dude, head of the Blue Dragon Syndicate, as he let out a big puff of his cigar. He then stroked the white cat on his lap. "They're demons who have no natural interest in killing humans, but you've got to earn their trust before they deem you suitable, Moonwalker. You can't fail on your first mission with them. Your mission is to assassinate a mob leader boarding a midnight train ride before he leaves Shinto."
In a subway, a man wearing a white fedora and white suit walked inside with similarly dressed men. Liberian Girl attached a bomb to a child who would walk in and act as an unwitting sacrifice to detonate the whole train they expected the mob boss to be on. Michael pulled off the bomb, and disabled it. "Kid, run," he said coolly. The kid nodded in realization of what someone had stuck in his back and now in tears and fright scurried away on to the train.
"What the hell- you've now just caused a scene and you may have cost us the mission. You ain't bad, you ain't down with us," said Liberian Girl, with her teeth grinding furiously against a cigarette in her mouth.
"You ain't bad, you ain't NOTHING," shouted Michael. He pulled out his pistol, a pulled his arm to aim the bullet's path to a train conductor in the window. Bang. A heavy thud went down, and like that; Michael pulled Speed Demon and Liberian Girl with him as they ran from the scene. "You see? What if the information was a trap and you wasted so many lives just like that all for something that could have been solved so simply?" "But how'd you know?" "I simply felt the chii around the area, and if he was someone truly in disguise, he'd be constantly worried about getting caught, right? Also, wouldn't it be odd for the leader to stand out like a sore thumb. You just have to look harder, and you'll find things." Impressed, they nodded and were grateful to him. Over the years, they had slowly adapted to a different and more peaceful philosophy and became friendly with Michael.
Now, Michael eyed in the corner, when he saw a whole line of scientists stripping demons of their flesh and organs and putting them into a massive storage closet in the room to his right. Screams and cries were heard coming from lines of operating tables with demons strapped to them, and the noise was cacophonous. In the room just ahead of Michael, he saw operations to merge demons and humans alike with cyber enhancements. Continuing down a hallway to his left as crawled on the ceiling with his body upside down, he began looked to his left and saw a woman. "The battle outside ragin', Will soon shake your windows, And rattle your walls, FOR DA TIEMS DEY ARE A-CHANGAN," she began to sing in a grotesque, cacophonous voice. How frightening. He continued onward. In some rooms, the researchers would use female androids as sex toys. The androids had no apparent emotion on their face as the figures of both man and machine intertwined into one shadow. The look on their faces was cold and devoid of any emotion as the male researchers became wild and primal towards the androids. Michael wanted to kill them all, but he would just be giving away his cover.
"I'm sorry, but your tour stops here," said a redheaded woman with a pony tail tied back who had a dagger-like gaze in her eyes as she gripped onto a robotic left hand to test it out as she licked and wrapped her tongue around a switchblade with her robotic right hand.
"OH BOY," said Michael as he leaped to the ground and countered her switchblade with his own.
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Soul Eater is the inspiration behind how Michael's weapons are; also, the one post that had friendly demons helping people (I think it may have been Tobias's) inspired this.
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I thought the blush when she was talking to Michael was cuter in the prior one, but being embarrassed and kind of flattered by the question is pretty cute stuff too. Then the blush when she's thinking of pursuing him or not was pretty cute too.
"Should I look for him or not? N-n-n-no; what am I thinking anyways? I-i-i-it's n-n-ot like I want to chase down a guy like him!" *blushes and folds her arms*
And yes- when I saw the demon ranks, first thing that occurred to me was Yu Yu Hakusho. Tsubasa was the afterthought for me.
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"Do you hear it, Michael," inquired Speed Demon.
"Yes, the whispers of the heart," replied Michael in a sweet tone as he walked away from Mimoto with her collecting herself behind him in the distance.
"I bet she was thinking "Should I look for him or not? N-n-n-no; what am I thinking anyways? I-i-i-it's n-n-ot like I want to chase down a guy like him!"," said Liberian Girl in a seductive, mocking tone.
Michael pinched his nose for a second. He knew the joking would have to stop here, and he quickly hardened his face. "Quit it. Remember we're here on a job," he said.
"Oh? But I'm so curious~" pouted Liberian Girl. "I'll give you five seconds of your fun," said Michael; gritting his teeth together.
Michael's tommy gun began to melt into murky black, thick, and viscous looking liquid onto the floor. Slowly, it began to rise up; and suddenly, the features of a woman became distinct. In contrast to Mimoto, her features seemed so refined and mature. She had a voluptuous looking body: waists that moved in hypnotic motions, legs as if they were finely crafted, her fingers long and elegant, arms that moved as if dancing, tender lips, and a lustful gaze. Her hair was long and a shade of black seen in the night; and her eyes were a soft blue and yet her pupil was scarlet. Michael gazed for a second to take in the view and turned away and continued onward. Liberian Girl put a finger to her lips as she looked back at Mimoto, who's face had become overcome by a shade of pink and then folded her arms and let out a deep breath to the said. She could hear Mimoto saying "Baka..." to Shinku. Liberian Girl let out a laugh, and decided to tell Michael. Even so, he didn't seem to care and walked onwards.
"You're no fun when you're like this," she pouted. She then melted into a black liquid and turned into a tommy gun again.
"Speed Demon, tell me about "the whispers of the heart"," asked Michael in a rough manner.
"Ah- right, enabling the heartbeat censor to display,"
Michael took a good gaze at the map displayed to the side of his scope. "What the hell is this?" "Sir, I can tell you that my readings are accurate." To Michael's shock, the demon radar showed demons everywhere, even where he was standing. Is the school hiding something? It would now be impossible to keep track of the two demons given his find. A heartbeat censor could distinguish the difference between human heart and demon heart; but this was impossible to find the signature of two demons in particular. He had considered letting Liberian Girl and Speed Demon and himself to split up and keep watch of the demons, but this wasn't possible any more. Michael would have to find out what was going on in this school on his own.
Men in white labcoats were walking into a guarded room with two students being carried: the D-class demon Mimoto had beaten up and another student with an ornate mace in hand. They saluted two guards and presented identification cards, and put their eye in front of a scanner, and even there: sixty-four microcameras from different angles of what was going on in front of the door to monitor for anyone trying to sneak with the scientists. Of course, they hadn't counted one thing: what about on the door? As the door opened for the guards who began to walk in, a shadow cast on the door pulled into a figure: Michael and his two guns who strolled merrily with a satisfied expression on his face behind the guards backs and away from camera detection. "Security scan of the facility complete. From here on out, there's nothing we have to worry about," said Liberian Girl.
Michael was glad to have his weapons, who were actually demons. With their abilities, he was nearly unstoppable; and combined with his strength and nimbleness as well as the power of illusion, he was a force to be reckoned with. Being a master of knives, guns, parkour, and martial arts made him strong enough; but with stealth and magical abilities acting in conjunction with that, he was one tough guy to beat. He is an internal chii type kung fu master and has an ultimate technique against the cybernetic kung fu masters where he can short circuit their robotic parts with internal body electricity; and calls his technique "The Palm of Violet Thunder"; as well as modify other forms of energy throughout the human body; such as arrangement of carbon bonds- although imperfect as it doesn't work all of the time.
Michael thought about the day he had met them in their original form.
"That's right, you'll be assigned to work with codenamed mercenaries "Liberian Girl" and "Speed Demon"," said the Illusive Dude, head of the Blue Dragon Syndicate, as he let out a big puff of his cigar. He then stroked the white cat on his lap. "They're demons who have no natural interest in killing humans, but you've got to earn their trust before they deem you suitable, Moonwalker. You can't fail on your first mission with them. Your mission is to assassinate a mob leader boarding a midnight train ride before he leaves Shinto."
In a subway, a man wearing a white fedora and white suit walked inside with similarly dressed men. Liberian Girl attached a bomb to a child who would walk in and act as an unwitting sacrifice to detonate the whole train they expected the mob boss to be on. Michael pulled off the bomb, and disabled it. "Kid, run," he said coolly. The kid nodded in realization of what someone had stuck in his back and now in tears and fright scurried away on to the train.
"What the hell- you've now just caused a scene and you may have cost us the mission. You ain't bad, you ain't down with us," said Liberian Girl, with her teeth grinding furiously against a cigarette in her mouth.
"You ain't bad, you ain't NOTHING," shouted Michael. He pulled out his pistol, a pulled his arm to aim the bullet's path to a train conductor in the window. Bang. A heavy thud went down, and like that; Michael pulled Speed Demon and Liberian Girl with him as they ran from the scene. "You see? What if the information was a trap and you wasted so many lives just like that all for something that could have been solved so simply?" "But how'd you know?" "I simply felt the chii around the area, and if he was someone truly in disguise, he'd be constantly worried about getting caught, right? Also, wouldn't it be odd for the leader to stand out like a sore thumb. You just have to look harder, and you'll find things." Impressed, they nodded and were grateful to him. Over the years, they had slowly adapted to a different and more peaceful philosophy and became friendly with Michael.
Now, Michael eyed in the corner, when he saw a whole line of scientists stripping demons of their flesh and organs and putting them into a massive storage closet in the room to his right. Screams and cries were heard coming from lines of operating tables with demons strapped to them, and the noise was cacophonous. In the room just ahead of Michael, he saw operations to merge demons and humans alike with cyber enhancements. Continuing down a hallway to his left as crawled on the ceiling with his body upside down, he began looked to his left and saw a woman. "The battle outside ragin', Will soon shake your windows, And rattle your walls, FOR DA TIEMS DEY ARE A-CHANGAN," she began to sing in a grotesque, cacophonous voice. How frightening. He continued onward. In some rooms, the researchers would use female androids as sex toys. The androids had no apparent emotion on their face as the figures of both man and machine intertwined into one shadow. The look on their faces was cold and devoid of any emotion as the male researchers became wild and primal towards the androids. Michael wanted to kill them all, but he would just be giving away his cover.
"I'm sorry, but your tour stops here," said a redheaded woman with a pony tail tied back who had a dagger-like gaze in her eyes as she gripped onto a robotic left hand to test it out as she licked and wrapped her tongue around a switchblade with her robotic right hand.
"OH BOY," said Michael as he leaped to the ground and countered her switchblade with his own.
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Soul Eater is the inspiration behind how Michael's weapons are; also, the one post that had friendly demons helping people (I think it may have been Tobias's) inspired this.