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April 21st, 2017, 5:28 pm #71

Muerte stood transfixed by the situation. He wasn't positive but it seemed to him that his master's energy were enveloping him. It was a gentle wave, almost pleasurable to him. Like a soothing breeze. Her words ensnared him. Pulling him into the ground. He tried so hard to do as his teacher commanded but it was just far beyond his understanding. The chains of helplessness staining his tarnishable confidence and bravado. An expression of terror and uneasiness overtook his face and beads of sweat flooded his brow.

It was then a melody seemed to take him out of the trance. Muffled. A delicate click of a clasp served as a transition to a most important conversation. Not that any of those participating in the event would know it. For this conversation is responsible for the lives of countless innocents.

"Mmm that voice. It couldn't be. You? What are you doing here~? I wasn't supposed to hear you again until I claimed my reward. Oh that voice. That domineering tone. The mass you displace with that sharp tongue."

Muerte's heart began to beat in a peculiar tempo. Something of an inner groove. An offbeat, delirious, homicidal song. The thorns of inadequacy dug deep into his ankles and dared to pull him through the floor. In response to the emotional turmoil his legs gave in to his enourmous weight, and he took to one knee, hands covering his face. Still his heart did beat its tune. And it grew stronger. Resentful. Disgraced. Revengeful. His aura began to bubble up, "popping at the seams" somewhat. if his ten were a plastic film covering a microwave dish, this would be the film bulging out filled with steam. Once or twice something of a pop would be made.

Then suddenly it erupted into an enthusiastic firecracker. The aura wild and free. Burning with intensity. He'd done it! He'd set himself aflame! A great hearty laughter erupted from his belly and he stood awestruck by his power. He was with her. She was emboldening him. He felt indestructible.

Giddily he removed the knife that Kameron left in his stomach and retrieved the coolant propelling device. Clumsily propping the gun against his chest; he delivered a few short jabs with the knife which punctured the canisters and sprayed deadly freezing fumes just short of his face. Without a care in the world he pitched it in the direction that felt best to him. A shrill wail could be heard from the beast as he sweeped Dorn into his gruff arms, planting his right palm just under her rump. He started to bolt off in the direction of Kameron who was now clearly struggling to understand what was the impetus for what she saw as her sudden downfall. His thick legs leapt gracefully from the floor and the heels of his boots found their way into her agape mouth. The duo's combined weight and the tremendous force he'd surrendered himself to with his daring jump caused her head to collapse somewhat like the folding of a paper balloon.

How could he forget? That man must not reign supreme over el Cancion de la Muerte. He will not let this man be the thing that ends the greatest line of warriors the planet has ever known. This man was nothing compared to the greatness he would accomplish. The scores of blood drenched pedestrians littering the streets like the garbage they are. The bits of hair and dried blood stuck to the front bumper of the muscle car they'd stolen and were currently having passionate intercourse on. This was the future he imagined for himself. The utopia he demanded to reach.

The type F began to pull itself up from the ground. The stolen muscle fibers of so many innocents propping up its wretched form. It started to lumber after the duo. It heaved itself along with wet plops of its ghastly limbs. Bobbing up and down in Muerte's romantic clasp, Dorn would be witness to the unfathomable terror steadily approaching. The only plan Muerte had running through his mind at the moment was to run as fast as he could into the elevator. Desperately pressing the top button, Muerte prayed he hadn't made a mistake in ending the life of sultry Kameron. The gargantuan foe took to the air and made its presence known to the pair, slowly prying the thick doors apart with impossible strength. As it clutched the vessel, a supportive wire snapped, causing the counterbalance mechanism to fall rapidly, sending it flying up the shaft at a dizzying speed. The beast plopped to the bottom but soon enough, just as easily it careened upwards, bursting through the drywall and emerging just behind the two thieves. Their mischievous escapade was nearly cut short by the type F's most lethal and precise attack yet, had Muerte not spotted one saving grace. A miniature fire extinguisher propped up on the receptionist's desk.

"I'm gonna need you to grab that fire extinguisher for me..." he said, his voice dripping with a provocative tone. He looked down at his prize with his bedroom eyes, clearly not taking the situation seriously enough. Already preparing to seduce his woman into a celebratory coitus. Dorn would be there in his arms, still clutching the briefcase, taken on this madman's sprint to destiny.
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April 24th, 2017, 5:58 pm #72

Muerte’s dilemma was evident as she spoke to the grey man, and after tossing the phone into the briefcase she rested her chin in her hand and looked at her precious minion. He was discovering himself then and there..his aura burning in a ferocious and horrifying way as he stood laughing. And this was only the beginning. Ah to see this beast unleash his first hatsu would be something. Muerte was a good pet so far. She would keep him.

Dorn stood in awe as the hulking man removed the blade from his abdomen and forced it into the ice fluid canister. The F class shriek was ear-splitting, and Dorn didn’t realize she was in Muerte’s arms until they were moving. Past Kam, through the room with monitors, up the winding stairs, down the cold humming hallway, into the elevator. Dorn could feel the warmth of Muerte’s wound drenching her skirt as she remained in his arms and pressed against him. Strangely, the elevator took a fraction of the time to get them back up to the lobby, and the doors slid open.

A crunching slobbering guttural sound from underneath announced the F rank’s pursuit and Dorn watched as it bubbled up through the shaft and onto the polished marble floor. Bystanders were consumed before they had a chance to scream. The creature’s mass darkened and grew; towering over them like a tidal wave of cliché slimy monster death. Muerte’s voice didn’t fit the scene and it was perfect. His inappropriate tone, his hand on her ass.. Dorn smiled in spite of herself and plucked up the extinguisher when they were close enough.

Pulling the pin, she twisted up to lean on Muerte’s shoulder and squeezed the trigger. The foam launched directly into the experimental organism’s most vulnerable spot; destroying it instantly. As blackened goo rained down from above, Dorn rewarded her enormous soldier with a kiss. It was anything but chaste, and she couldn’t be sure whether or not she was wet from the connection or the obscene amount of blood on her dress.
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Joined: March 17th, 2014, 6:37 pm

July 29th, 2017, 4:31 pm #73

Reward Table
Member Name: Gon.Pro.HunterCharacter Name:
Dorn
Standard Reward 9 SP, Jenni: 3,500,000 23 RP
Content Bonus Great Content: +30%Effort Bonus Laudable Effort: +20%Event BonusN/A
Mission Bonus:N/AArc Bonus:N/AMentorship BonusN/A
Total Rewards:
12 SP, 3,675,000 Jenni, 30RP
--IC Notes--
Overall I very much enjoyed the narrative, few thoughts below.

Note to self, don't tempt Dorn, you may be late for work. Punctuality is important nods wisely.

"All mankind would cling to the belief that women enjoyed sex until the end of time" Haru is willing to debate this point and present evidence
--Comments to the Roleplayer--
Excellent work as always Gon. Well developed characters with good, consistent writing to develop the story.

-30% for incompleteness, sorry about this but it was unavoidable.
Reward Table
Member Name: fridaynightpizzaCharacter Name:
Dorn
Standard Reward 9 SP, Jenni: 3,500,000 23 RP
Content Bonus Great Content: +30%Effort Bonus Laudable Effort: +20%Event BonusN/A
Mission Bonus:N/AArc Bonus:N/AMentorship BonusN/A
Total Rewards:
12 SP, 3,675,000 Jenni, 30RP
--IC Notes--
Again I really enjoyed the narrative and made a couple of notes as I went through:

Note to self, invite Muerte to a smart casual event.

Nice to see such a big guy displaying such an emotional side

*Rolls up sleeves* It's okay big guy, I'll kick her ass for being a meanie butt..... scratch that.
--Comments to the Roleplayer--
The thread was going really well, it's just a shame you guys couldn't finish it, the cliffhanger created because of it is quite enticing though. Great work throughout.
-30% for incompleteness, sorry about this but it was unavoidable.
This topic is now completed.
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Joined: March 17th, 2014, 6:37 pm

July 29th, 2017, 5:57 pm #74

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