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Post by Ishmael on Sept 29, 2018 21:17:56 GMT -5
Cam was knocked off his feet momentarily by the gust of wind, but all for naught - he summoned a wave of heat that reduced the ice to so much water, sloshing uselessly back into the house. Ishmael sailed to the far side of the alley, hitting the ground and bracing against the wall to avoid being sucked back in.
As the vacuum refilled, a minute puff of air recoiled, as though the building had exhaled. The wind ruffled the assassin's hair, but the feeling was lost in the turbulent rush of thoughts running through his head at Cam's remark, sealing the deal.
The orbs of energy were blocked by a haphazard guard that kept Ishmael from being roasted where he stood but that did nothing to mitigate their enormous force. The assassin crashed into a wall, scattering debris across the street.
A large rock trembled in Ishmael's hand, then slowly gave way, dust trickling through his fingers as it cracked and fell apart.
"I feckin' knew it." The assassin yanked his saber from a mound of stone, dislodging quite a few, and rammed it back into its scabbard.
"Those worthless blowhards sent me to the wrong planet!" He shot to his feet and, completely heedless of what was being said to him, snatched up his other sword and sheathed it as well.
"Such a long fight, and all with the wrong goddamned person. I'll need another one of those space ship things."
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Post by Cam on Sept 30, 2018 23:08:48 GMT -5
The Emperor watched the orb deflect off of Ishmael's sword, a hand reaching out in its direction as a psychic fist would grip the orb, detonating it mid-air, while the explosion was impressive, with no debris or buildings caught in it, it would merely provide the locals with something of a fireworks show, Cam looked ready to fight still when his would-be assassin remarked that he was sent after the wrong emperor. Cam burst into laughter at the absurdity of such a thing, "The wrong mark? Is that really the best ploy you have?" The Kabochans hand raised, aiming two fingers right at Ishmael's heart, ready to fire as a crackling red orb of ki the size of a golfball manifested at Cam's pointed fingertips. "He's not lying," a voice came in over Cam's scouter, one that Ishmael should consider the voice of an angel as her words would prove to save Ishmael's life. "I don't have a name for him, I got footage though. He's an assassin alright, but you're not his mark, I ran the trajectory when he first came in... He's not from any of our enemies." A sigh would leave the Emperor's mouth, "What do you propose then? He tried to kill me, I can't just let him go," to which the Lieutenant laughed aloud, "Come now, every major government in the galaxy has tangled with you at one point in time or another Cam, I think you can let this one go." the Kabochan frowned, "Fine," he muttered dejectly, "It's your lucky fuckin' day guy," pulling a canteen full of water off his belt, he tossed it in Ishmael's direction, he then pointed out of town, "Largest ship graveyard is that way. Good luck."
WC: 290 Ishmael
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Post by Ishmael on Oct 3, 2018 20:04:26 GMT -5
Ishmael caught the canteen Cam tossed him, quickly moving down the flooded road. Again, his boots didn't make a ripple in the water, simply walking on top of it effortlessly as it rushed beneath him.
The rain was slowing now, the streets actually beginning to drain. A solitary ray of sun shone through a gap in the clouds, coming down like a spotlight to land directly on the peak of the palace. The loudest sounds were the drip-drip-drip of the dying drizzle and the splashing of water in gutters and storm drains.
A curtain drew aside about fifty paces down, and a child's inquisitive face was visible for an instant before a hand pulled them back and the cloth was hastily drawn back in place. It was almost enough to elicit a small smile from him- Carambolis had quite the job before him. A full world... he could barely fathom that.
At the intersection, he turned slightly to look back at the Emperor.
"I have to say, you're a devil of a fighter." He nodded slightly, then pulled his hood over his head and slipped into the shadows.
It was time to find himself a ship and see if he could figure it out.
Word Count: 204 Cam
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Post by Cam on Oct 4, 2018 16:46:18 GMT -5
The Kabochan watched the strange assassin disappear, but not before he nodded once to his compliment, "I know it. You're not bad yourself, but you'll have to catch me in my sleep if you want to kill me," he mused a moment, "Perhaps rethink your employer sometime, hrm? I don't send people to the wrong planet." The Kabochan offered, with that said he flapped a hand, "Now go, before more authorities show up," reaching a hand up to one of his various stab wounds Cam began to walk down the street. He needed a medic, that was for sure. He had been fighting so many foes who liked to use swords or edge weapons these days, it really was a drag. Still, it made him a better fighter, being able to dodge weapons swung quicker than someone with heavy fists was a good skill, not to mention being able to dodge bullets. Oh right, he had been shot twice. He looked down at his armor, his free hand trying to pick one of the bullets that was lodged in place, stress fractures evident from the impact. He would likely need new armor and it wasn't like he was wearing some cheap set of Frieza force armor, this was the real deal, "Has a squad tail him until he leaves the sector Coca," Cam ordered, "We'll find out if he's the real deal later."
WC: 233 /exit Ishmael
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