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ExD 0.5A - Storm of Blood
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Post by yuuki on Sept 12, 2021 2:15:01 GMT
"Very well, looks like the course of action is decided... Alright so as promised there are three skiffs. You can either each take one, or like... ride one, have one control the skiff and the other two attacks. Just note that you can't really fight on top of it because the surface area is really small. If you get hit more more than three times, it gonna plummet down. We can't do anything to help you if you're too far, so make sure to choose your strategy wisely. The skiffs are down there in the dock." Olegmon explained.
"CAPTAIN, WE'RE ENTERING THE STORM OF BLOOD!"
"Aye! Camera 1 on monitor! Any crew on the deck, immediately enter the ship!"
Outside, the storm of blood was literal hell. The cloud are orange-y with touch of purple. Lightningstrikes also accompanying the relentless typhoon-like windcurrent. Most disgusting of all is the unmistakable, putrid iron smell that signs it is indeed - blood. The ship, despite all its technology, is still rocked back and forth from the wind. The turbulance caused it to shook rapidly.
"Curses...! Felt like I'm back again to the damned seas, facing the unknown!" Olegmon mused.
"Captain! Just a little bit more! The radar detects that we soon will pass the storm!"
"I know it already! Come on, damn ye!"
Several lightning narrorwly missed Astralight, temporarily blinding the interior of the ship wit bright light. Thanks to Olegmon's masterful sailing though, it seems they managed to get past through the storm.... yet something isn't right. It was quiet... way too quiet. Quiet that soon broken by a Penmon who fell on their bottom, terror apparent in their eyes.
"...Homeostasis..."
The zapping thunder at the distance shows a silhouette of something ridiculously big... something that surely approaches, yet not slow enough for Olegmon's taste. That thing could probably eat Astralight whole. Cold sweat trickled down Olegmon's forehead as he gripped hard on the steering wheel. With a loud roar that sounded like mix of elephant and whale's. the beast announced its presence.
As the cloud parted, the first thing the team saw was not a carapace you thought most Whamon would have, but something much, much worse. They would see calcified remains of what looked like flesh, with barnacles growing from it. But it's not any normal barnacles. They're spitting out spray of blood in succession. One would definitely shocked to find out that even the cannons that located on the hulls of each ship only as big as its eye. This creature's shape no longer looked like Bowhead Whale, but instead a Blue Whale. Its size is about three times of a normal Whamon in length.
The second that the team note would be the foul stench this beast emitted, even in the safety of Astralight's interior. It all came from the leftover flesh clinging on its skeletal form, protected by membrane of ectoplasmic goo. It's blue, rotting, and yet at the same time, repeatedly tried to regenerate as "something" came out from within. Some sort of alien-like flesh creature, a flesh eating starfish or sort. As if that wasn't enough, swarms of birdlike creature followed this creature wherever it flies. This creature is being tormented by its own existence, as it trashed around and wailed in pain, yet it shall never free from its own torment, unless the team finally ended its misery
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Post by Carlos Rey on Oct 2, 2021 6:03:44 GMT
Ah, so the pale girl seemed to remember Carlos from somewhere else too. He would have loved to get into specifics about that but that could wait until they didn't have a giant whale to slay anymore. As for Gio, he was more than content with the reply from the ogress, giving a happy nod before he returned to his tamer's and brother's side.
"Ok! See you after the mission then!"
With that settled and their course of action seemingly being decided, there was little left for the trio but to get ready for what was to come. Truth be told, nothing could have prepared them for the ghastly spectacle they would soon witness with their own eyes, not even the dread felt as the vessel rocked back and forth helplessly was enough to set the scene for what was to come.
The smell itself was bad enough, but the look of the creature was almost enough for Carlos' to lose his lunch there and then. He managed to avoid that much at least, but it was hard for him to even keep his eyes centered on the mutilated whale for longer than a second at most. Of all the near death experiences he had been through during missions, this one was already shaping up to be the one he'd rather purge from his memory.
The other two didn't fare much better, Gio losing all the peppy cheer he had shown just a moment ago, replacing it by a sorrowful grimace, while Dio's face turned to a neutral, emotionless look that did little to hide how much his clenched fists were shaking. The one thing any of them could agree on at that moment of silence was that this thing, that pitiable creature had to go. Not just for the safety of everyone around...but it's own sake too.
As much as he rather not get close to that thing, Dio quickly made his way to one of the empty skiffs, the other two following closely behind as they all boarded one. Perhaps it was that pesky conscience flaring up again, sending them to occupy the boats as quickly as possible so that maybe one of the other groups would be forced to man the guns back on the ship (there were only three skiffs for four groups, after all)...and hopefully away from the eldritch whale's range.
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Post by Miyako + Mantis on Oct 21, 2021 17:46:52 GMT
...Yeah, this subject was better off for less potentially lurid times, was it not? All that was left was to prepare, and hope for the best. It was all the four that comprised Team Mu could do right now, after all.
No amount of preparation would be enough to steel their nerves for what came next, though. The vessel rocking back and forth had been enough to unsettle the normally unshakable force of albino nature that was Isa Miyako, who had...also never been on a ship before. Yet...
The smell.
"Sure is a storm of blood up here..." Nanashi mused, scrunching her face as much as a Hawkmon could. There was silence from the other three, and a look of horror from Robin as he was the first to sight the proverbial white whale.
It was anything but.
Miyako made nary a sound, yet it was clear from the look on her face that the very state of this being would be the stuff of nightmares to the girl. They had to put this down, lest worse came in it's wake, right?
Of course, Praying Mantis merely looked on. This was not his first rodeo with a giant sea monster, nor would it be his last, likely. "...You know, I think my prior self had something witty to say here. Yet...it's lost. Faded away by the stains of time, like tears in the rain." A sigh. "Perhaps like this Whamon's identity was."
"Yet, all the same, we're here to hunt monsters, are we not? Yet, I only see the victim of something I'd wish upon none. Come. Let's excise this."
...There was little to be said now. Just the four going to man a gun, and fill in space where they had to.
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Post by Kitt on Nov 25, 2021 17:24:19 GMT
Olegmon revealed that each of them will have access to skiffs, each equipped with traversing the skies like the ship. However, from the looks of it, they look like they only have enough space to fit around three or four people. So that would mean a group will have to stay behind on the ship while the rest engage with the monster.
As they approached the storm, the ship found itself rocking back and forth due to the turbulent winds. Lightning struck between the discolored clouds every couple of seconds. The worst of all was the putrid smell of copper and iron in the air, a smell that caused Kitt to cover his nose with the collar of his cloak. This storm was like nothing Kitt had ever seen before. Pondering about it, Kitt thought that it was best if he and Katt would stay behind and protect the ship. Who knows what would happen if they left this vessel unprotected. If destroyed, it’s a 30,000 feet drop down to certain doom.
“Hey, Katt, I think it’s best if we--'' Kitt paused, turning around to find his brother leaning on the railing, holding his mouth and looking somewhat blue. “You don’t look so good. Are you all right?” Ktt asked.
“Ughh,” Katt replied. “This smell...the floor...it keeps moving. How can you stand it? How can you even stand?”
“I’m not really sure,” Kitt said, loosening his collar so his voice wasn’t as muffled. “Maybe it’s because you’re more sensitive to rapid motions happening all around. We are inside of a storm, after all.”
“Oh cripes…” Katt trailed. “The Legendary Dark Ranger like me is getting motion sickness, at a time like this when I need to be ready to show everyone what I’m really made of. Is fate playing some cruel irony or something? If this thing keeps up, I think I might--” the ship narrowly dodged a lightning strike, causing the interior of the ship to move violently. “I might hurl..!”
But soon enough, the turbulence would soon die down. One would think that everything was all hunky-dory since they made it through the storm, but to the two brothers, something didn’t feel right. There was something out there, hidden behind the clouds. Something big.
The clouds parted. What they saw was truly the stuff of horrors and nightmares. The smell was bad enough, but the sight of seeing what remained of the flesh of the former Whamon riddled with barnacles that spat copious amounts of blood in rapid succession, the rotting flesh clinging onto the skeletal remains. The sight was too much for Katt to stomach, and on top of the motion sickness, he proceeded to vomit into a nearby trash can.
The Coronamon picked himself back up, wiping his mouth. “Nyeh...when he said we’d be facing a monster, I didn’t expect this. What should we do? Kitt?”
Katt turned to his brother only to see him completely motionless, looking up to the monstrosity before them. Tears were swelling up in his eyes and ran down his face. He could hear it--it’s cries of anguish and despair. It was too much, too overwhelming. The Spadamon collapsed on his knees, shaking violently. Katt became immediately alarmed.
“Hey, Kitt! Snap out of it! We gotta get moving!” Katt ordered, shaking him.
No response. The Spadamon was utterly petrified.
“Cripes...what should I do…”
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Kano & Wrylia
In-Training
Bare your fangs, break your chains.
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OOC Name: Tsukistar
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Post by Kano & Wrylia on Nov 26, 2021 16:38:23 GMT
When Kano expected a monster, there were a number of things that had popped up in his head; ranging from dragons, to rocs, to something more abstract - like a fucked up storm elemental. There were too many different possibilities as to what the monster might be -- but he nonetheless squinted past the rain of blood and flashes of lightning, alongside Wrylia, to try and catch a glimpse of their monster...
... But then suddenly, as the mutated and tormented Whamon came into view, Kano wasn't all that sure about if he actually wanted to be able to see it; it was absolutely horrifying, seeing the state this poor thing was in...! Kano had to take a second to regain his composure, and to force back down the bile that threatened to rise up his throat - but hints of the acrid taste would still make itself known and linger as he tore his gaze away from the Whamon, to instead look to the others, and...
... Yeah, he didn't expect any of the others here to take the sight all that well, either.
Even Wrylia appeared shocked at it all - the draconic ogress muttering a brief "What in the fuck..?!" under her breath, as she tightened her grip on her club, and bared her fangs - unnerved, but reacting with aggressive displays rather than fear. She didn't get scared - she didn't. She was prepared to tear this damn thing apart, rib by rib, to put it out of its misery and so as to never have to look at it again--
Though before she and Kano could move to board one of the skiffs, the tamer in question would notice that one of the others - Kitt - had frozen up, and Katt appeared to be at a loss of what to do. Thus, he'd step in.
"Katt, go with Wrylia and take a skiff - I'll talk to Kitt, and we'll take the last one if he snaps out of it, alright?" He'd direct the Coronamon - his eyes briefly shifting towards Wrylia as their gazes met.
The ogress would make a brief grumble at the idea of having to put up with the smug lion for longer than necessary - but she nonetheless nodded, barking to Katt "Get your ass moving over here, before I drag you along - this is no time to be idle." as she turned away, moving for the second skiff.
Thus, Kano would soon turn his attention back to Kitt - carefully shuffling over to put himself in front of the Spadamon, and break his line of sight towards the Whamon. "Hey - let's not look at the 'mon. Eyes on me instead, okay?" He spoke - his tone gentle and hushed, albeit made somewhat urgent by the situation at large. "Let's sit down right here, and pretend that nothing exists beyond the deck for just a little bit - I've even got something for you, a stick of gum. Wanna chew on it real quick for me, and give me some deep breaths?"
Kano didn't care about if he got blood on his pants by kneeling here - calming Kitt down was more important at the moment. He'd use his hands to keep any of the blood from getting on the stick of gum he unwrapped - offering it to Kitt. It was a strong-tasting peppermint - something that he hoped would help drown out the foul smell in the air - and chewing on it would hopefully help snap Kitt out of his daze.
Once Kitt seemed a little more settled down and in the present though, Kano offered the Spadamon a smile - continuing "Alright - you're doing good... I'm gonna ask you to do something simple for me, as a quick favor, okay? Do you see the other cannons on deck?" Something to help further distract Kitt's mind from the Whamon, and another method of calming oneself down... "Count them out out loud for me, okay? And once you've counted every cannon, I want you to count backwards from that number - back down to zero. Do you think you could do that for me?"
While Kano was working with Kitt, Wrylia would be prepared to move - her wings flexing, as she stood by the second skiff, and glanced to Katt. "You drive it - I'll fly alongside you." She stated bluntly, already stepping over the railing in preparation to take flight.
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