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01 ☣ video/action for NBT
[ The audio turns on with the hiss of static, it lasts about half a second before— ]
Stuck? Stuck?! Bullshit!
[ Whoever's speaking, they're clearly angry. There's the sound of paper getting pushed aside and metal hitting the floor, followed swiftly thereafter by glass breaking and plastic getting crushed. The horrified gasps of a few scientists fill in the ensuing silence. ]
Kyrie...she's in danger, I have to...
[ The yelling voice seems to have slowed and quieted to a low growl. The thudding of boots marks heavy, erratic pacing; the crunch of plastic indicates the violence isn't quite over.
It's here the video turns on; a big blue snout blocks the view, before the head pans out to reveal a Bagon, looking upset. The small creature turns the 'gear around, capturing the scene:
Elm's lab is trashed.
Papers litter the floor, broken glass and torn plastic casings strewn in the wake of whole workstations being knocked down. Chairs are on their sides, tables half-emptied of their contents, shattered vials releasing fluids onto the linoleum. A group of scientists—strangely, none of them hurt—are watching with wide, frightened eyes as a young man paces. 'Young man' is perhaps generous: half-man, half-snarl, flashing teeth that feel as though they should be pointed. He can't seem to contain himself, his eyes stare ahead emptily, focused on something that isn't there; every other movement he's whirling, stopping, starting again, hands raised, hands down, flexing and touching his right hand over and over. There's blood on that fist; it's easy to connect the dots to the hole in one of the computer monitors. Finally, after about a minute, he spins deftly on his heel and grabs Elm by the collar of his labcoat. Tiny flowers of blood bloom on the white fabric. ]
I have to get back!
[ He shakes Elm for good measure, as the poor harried researcher can only hang on and blubber apologies. Nero snarls. ]
Answer me!
[ The Bagon puts down the gear and leans over it worriedly, making a soft keening noise. Come calm his trainer down, please, somebody! Anybody? ]
[[OOC: all characters who signed up and any who didn't are welcome to come crash the party and help Elm get away from the rampaging teenager. Video/audio responses will come chronologically after he calms down. ]]
Stuck? Stuck?! Bullshit!
[ Whoever's speaking, they're clearly angry. There's the sound of paper getting pushed aside and metal hitting the floor, followed swiftly thereafter by glass breaking and plastic getting crushed. The horrified gasps of a few scientists fill in the ensuing silence. ]
Kyrie...she's in danger, I have to...
[ The yelling voice seems to have slowed and quieted to a low growl. The thudding of boots marks heavy, erratic pacing; the crunch of plastic indicates the violence isn't quite over.
It's here the video turns on; a big blue snout blocks the view, before the head pans out to reveal a Bagon, looking upset. The small creature turns the 'gear around, capturing the scene:
Elm's lab is trashed.
Papers litter the floor, broken glass and torn plastic casings strewn in the wake of whole workstations being knocked down. Chairs are on their sides, tables half-emptied of their contents, shattered vials releasing fluids onto the linoleum. A group of scientists—strangely, none of them hurt—are watching with wide, frightened eyes as a young man paces. 'Young man' is perhaps generous: half-man, half-snarl, flashing teeth that feel as though they should be pointed. He can't seem to contain himself, his eyes stare ahead emptily, focused on something that isn't there; every other movement he's whirling, stopping, starting again, hands raised, hands down, flexing and touching his right hand over and over. There's blood on that fist; it's easy to connect the dots to the hole in one of the computer monitors. Finally, after about a minute, he spins deftly on his heel and grabs Elm by the collar of his labcoat. Tiny flowers of blood bloom on the white fabric. ]
I have to get back!
[ He shakes Elm for good measure, as the poor harried researcher can only hang on and blubber apologies. Nero snarls. ]
Answer me!
[ The Bagon puts down the gear and leans over it worriedly, making a soft keening noise. Come calm his trainer down, please, somebody! Anybody? ]
[[OOC: all characters who signed up and any who didn't are welcome to come crash the party and help Elm get away from the rampaging teenager. Video/audio responses will come chronologically after he calms down. ]]
action foreverrrr
[Remaining calm and keeping an eye on the younger man, Kotetsu makes a slow circle to put himself between the haggard looking scientists and 'he on the offensive'.]
No one knows how we got here, not even these guys. So beating them up won't help, it'll just hurt innocent civilians.
[Pii-chan lets his trainer do the talking, turning to check on the nervous humans behind them. Cracking his knuckles and rolling his neck slightly, Kotetsu does bring his fists up though.]
But if you're really needing to let off some steam for being told no, I'll take you on.
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Tch. I wasn't gonna hurt them.
[ AS IF THIS IS THE MOST OBVIOUS. He was just gonna...shake them up a little, as it were. At Kotetsu's invitation, his mouth splits into a dark grin. He shakes out his wounded hand, blood spraying from cut knuckles.
Nero's as-of-yet unnamed Bagon quietly moves next to Pii-chan, indicating that they should probably watch over the cowering group of scientists. ]
You sure? Don't cry too hard when I kick your ass.
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[Quirking the corner of his lip up, Kotetsu only stood ready, sliding his feet just a little further apart for balance.]
And don't you be too surprised when I let out a wild roar!
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Only roaring you're gonna do is in pain!
[ Aaaand lunging forward with a dropkick. Look sharp, Kotetsu. ]
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He uses his right hand to push Kotetsu's arm aside, which makes his lip curl. Using the opening he's created, he darts in for a punch to the stomach. ]
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netvest as Kotetsu turns in a spin, crouching in the dodge to aim a fist to the gut. He, at least, is used to fighting without his power when he has to; it's not an all that pleasant experience, but for now?Kotetsu isn't minding so much. He knows it would be an eventual thing anyway, and he already decided to be a hero until the end.]
HaaaaaaaAH!
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Shoving his free hand down and using the leverage to push off of, Kotetsu somewhat cartwheels over the downed body, managing to land on his feet and back out of arms reach. Keeping his arms up and fists ready, he wipes his sore face with one arm.]
I get the feeling you like to fight, what with the smile on your face.
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I don't hate it. It gets things done. Now, why don't we take this outside?
[ The open doorway is behind Kotetsu, after all. Attempt at full body tackle out the door is a go. ]
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Good god it was like getting punched in the gut by Rock Bison.
He didn't take it before and he sure won't now though, and with a wheezed and struggled breath to catch his second wind, Kotetsu winds his legs back and plants his feet against some hips and sends Nero flying up and back; at least by a foot. Just enough for him to roll to not get landed on.]
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He goes flying from the abrupt flip, cartwheeling into a crouch. He rises again, gingerly flexing his right hand. Even getting impaled wasn't a problem back home, but here, his split knuckles haven't even remotely begun to close. He doesn't let himself dwell on it, though. ]
Huh. You're tougher than you look, old man.
[ Another lunge, left fist on a straight path for Kotetsu's face. ]
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[Up on his feet again after rolling, Kotetsu is carefully giving his side a ginger skim of one hand despite the competitive smile. With that lunge though, he's ready and catching that fist in his own to swing his right fist on a path for Nero's face.]
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/finally gets to tagging FFFF
Well, more like carry him over his back like a sack of potatoes, since Kotetsu hasn't let go.]
Are you done yet?
haha, wait, who's the slowpoke here? pfffftt
Nero has now found himself over the other man's shoulder like an unruly child. This...isn't going to go down well. A nasty snarl erupts from his through. ]
Put me the hell down!
SLOWPOKING IS FUNNNN 8D;;;;
Not until you've calmed down. Using your already injured fist around is only going to make it hurt worse when I bandage it up.
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Why would you bother--put me down.
i like how i meant to say 'waving' instead of 'using' in that last one FFFF
Because you're just angry and worried about what you just left behind; you weren't scaring those lab people for no reason at all. [Giving a half smile, he stands and waits.]
So. Have you calmed down?
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[ Yeah, Nero doesn't really do happy fun sharing time, sorry tigerpapa. He doesn't elbow Kotetsu outright, be he does shove at the other man's head in an effort to extricate himself. It's clear his aggression has subsided, however; even if he may not show it, Kotetsu's words did hit home in some way. ]
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[With the shoving at the side of his head, Kotetsu finally leans down to plant Nero on his feet again and dust his hands. Giving a smile despite a nice bruise forming, he's turning to head towards the lab.] I'll get a first aid kit, you wait right there.
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...He waits, apparently. ]
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