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Impel Down @Ichimonji
Level 3
"Yes, Ma'am." One of the guards shouted but with a hint of confusion at the Head jailer’s statement.
Something was off. These men and women worked with Domino, day and night and she wasn't acting like herself. For now, they would not act upon it, writing it off as her having an off day. But this self-deception would not last long. Spada was not a trained actor, and her own desires would slowly but surely cast cracks upon her vizard.
Prometheus, the inmate, would look upon the reinforcement's arrival. His eyes observed the woman with detail, frowning at the strange aura that surrounded her. A foul wickedness swept into the area when she approached, the way she spoke but only increased this feeling for the halfling. The zoan monster in the meantime remained stationary. It obeyed the chain of command without a fault and without relaxing its guard.
Prometheus would whirl a portion of the chains around his forearms. This would clad them with a thick iron and create a makeshift weapon to punch harder. The remainder of the chain would dangle a few feet behind him on the ground, with his hands gripping the tail end of it tightly. He was not used to this form of combat, but it'd allow him long- and short-range attacks.
"You feel off today, Head-jailer. A foulness that even Maggelan doesn't possess surrounds you. " The halfling replied, cautious as he was unsure who he was speaking to.
"The name is Prometheus. God amongst men, outcast amongst Gods. " The man once again spoke, stoically and with a worrying amount of restraint.
"But the bigger question should be, who are you? Stranger. It is peculiar for the Head-Jailer to forget the inmate she herself placed on this floor only a few weeks ago."
Prometheus would add, sowing more deceit to crack the proverbial mask. Spada could feel it, the tension in the guards around her was rising. Doubt had been planted by the words of this inmate. They themselves had found it equally strange but did not wish to speak them out loud.
The halfling would take this opportunity without hesitation as his hands would start to flare up, coating the chains in his hands bright red. The heat contained within this metal was unbearable for a normal human and yet he wielded it with comfort.
"Let these chains of Olympus drag you down with me!" Prometheus shouted.
From this shout quickly followed the inmates' plan of attack without hesitation. He'd rotate around his own axis bringing the chains with him as he let them lose around them. The ends of these chains would whip towards anything that stood near with bone-breaking strength and a searing side effect with the heat that was let loose. But this was only the wind-up motion for the actual attack that came afterwards, using the built-up momentum in a slam like move towards both the zoan monster and Spada herself.
"Tempest!"
Level 1
The plan was going off the rails. Spada left falling victim to her own pride and arrogance leaving the Gorgon in a situation that was way out of her field of expertise. She'd comply with Anna and give her the very basics of the story. With a hum and a nod, Anna would continue typing away diligently, listening and working at once. Multitasking away and showing her own mastery of her administrational skills. "I figured she'd commandeer a cursed ship," Anna said, giving a little comment to Medusa's story. Sadly the young woman would not hear the end of this fabricated lie. For as the Gorgon paced she'd also pounce at the innocent young lady. Like a viper she'd strike quickly and without hesitation. The tail was far too strong for this frail little body and with a thud, she'd crash into her desk.
Sadly for the Gorgon how tactfully she wanted to make this display was anything but subtle. In part, due to their earlier lash against T-Bone, this entrance hall was busier than ever. Combined that with the issues on both levels 3 and 5 and you've got a packed entrance hall on your hands. The guard who they had passed from the surveillance room noticed how the office worker collapsed with the Lieutenant behind her. It'd take a fool not to suspect the marine then and there. " Hey, you!" - The man shouted as he ran over, setting in motion a cascading effect of noise and grabbing the interest of pretty much everyone present.
But much like Anna this guard was ill-equipped to handle the threat level the Gorgon in reality was. With the same pounce, the man found himself pierced through the chest. In turn, the wound would poison and in time potentially end his life. It was all over for the Lieutenant now or at least the masquerading part was. Screams, shouts and roars would fill this entrance room. Office workers would move with screams over to the elevator in the hopes of finding safety. While the dozen or so guardsmen roared towards the scene, taking up arms as they aimed their rifles towards the Lieutenant and protecting those who were trying to flee to the upper floor. Standing in rows of 4 with 3 guards they'd hold the line while trying to connect to HQ. However, it'd quickly become apparent that the lines were severed.
"Lieutenant what's the meaning of this??" One of them screamed, trying to see reason in this situation.
The first mask had been cracked and carnage took the room. Medusa had to clear the entire room if she wished to preserve this narrative she and Spada had conjured. But would she be able to do so in time? She had but a few moments at her disposal. These guards also had direct line communication much like Spada's new body was equipped with. Wrist den den mushi's.
Level 3
"Yes, Ma'am." One of the guards shouted but with a hint of confusion at the Head jailer’s statement.
Something was off. These men and women worked with Domino, day and night and she wasn't acting like herself. For now, they would not act upon it, writing it off as her having an off day. But this self-deception would not last long. Spada was not a trained actor, and her own desires would slowly but surely cast cracks upon her vizard.
Prometheus, the inmate, would look upon the reinforcement's arrival. His eyes observed the woman with detail, frowning at the strange aura that surrounded her. A foul wickedness swept into the area when she approached, the way she spoke but only increased this feeling for the halfling. The zoan monster in the meantime remained stationary. It obeyed the chain of command without a fault and without relaxing its guard.
Prometheus would whirl a portion of the chains around his forearms. This would clad them with a thick iron and create a makeshift weapon to punch harder. The remainder of the chain would dangle a few feet behind him on the ground, with his hands gripping the tail end of it tightly. He was not used to this form of combat, but it'd allow him long- and short-range attacks.
"You feel off today, Head-jailer. A foulness that even Maggelan doesn't possess surrounds you. " The halfling replied, cautious as he was unsure who he was speaking to.
"The name is Prometheus. God amongst men, outcast amongst Gods. " The man once again spoke, stoically and with a worrying amount of restraint.
"But the bigger question should be, who are you? Stranger. It is peculiar for the Head-Jailer to forget the inmate she herself placed on this floor only a few weeks ago."
Prometheus would add, sowing more deceit to crack the proverbial mask. Spada could feel it, the tension in the guards around her was rising. Doubt had been planted by the words of this inmate. They themselves had found it equally strange but did not wish to speak them out loud.
The halfling would take this opportunity without hesitation as his hands would start to flare up, coating the chains in his hands bright red. The heat contained within this metal was unbearable for a normal human and yet he wielded it with comfort.
"Let these chains of Olympus drag you down with me!" Prometheus shouted.
From this shout quickly followed the inmates' plan of attack without hesitation. He'd rotate around his own axis bringing the chains with him as he let them lose around them. The ends of these chains would whip towards anything that stood near with bone-breaking strength and a searing side effect with the heat that was let loose. But this was only the wind-up motion for the actual attack that came afterwards, using the built-up momentum in a slam like move towards both the zoan monster and Spada herself.
"Tempest!"
5. Large Building Level + B(2) + 1 Haki = 8. City Level
Roger, but I'll allow you to take control of the guard npcs and the jailerbeast. Feels weird to react to my own attacks and gives you some manner of 'control' It'd make combat a bit weird if I'm controlling everything, enemies and allies. Makes more sense for you to incorporate them in your moves. It all depends on whether Spada is going to use them tho but we'll see
Guards are below Bluegori in this instance fyi. So really fodder to be honest in this instance.
Roger, but I'll allow you to take control of the guard npcs and the jailerbeast. Feels weird to react to my own attacks and gives you some manner of 'control' It'd make combat a bit weird if I'm controlling everything, enemies and allies. Makes more sense for you to incorporate them in your moves. It all depends on whether Spada is going to use them tho but we'll see
Guards are below Bluegori in this instance fyi. So really fodder to be honest in this instance.
Level 1
The plan was going off the rails. Spada left falling victim to her own pride and arrogance leaving the Gorgon in a situation that was way out of her field of expertise. She'd comply with Anna and give her the very basics of the story. With a hum and a nod, Anna would continue typing away diligently, listening and working at once. Multitasking away and showing her own mastery of her administrational skills. "I figured she'd commandeer a cursed ship," Anna said, giving a little comment to Medusa's story. Sadly the young woman would not hear the end of this fabricated lie. For as the Gorgon paced she'd also pounce at the innocent young lady. Like a viper she'd strike quickly and without hesitation. The tail was far too strong for this frail little body and with a thud, she'd crash into her desk.
Sadly for the Gorgon how tactfully she wanted to make this display was anything but subtle. In part, due to their earlier lash against T-Bone, this entrance hall was busier than ever. Combined that with the issues on both levels 3 and 5 and you've got a packed entrance hall on your hands. The guard who they had passed from the surveillance room noticed how the office worker collapsed with the Lieutenant behind her. It'd take a fool not to suspect the marine then and there. " Hey, you!" - The man shouted as he ran over, setting in motion a cascading effect of noise and grabbing the interest of pretty much everyone present.
But much like Anna this guard was ill-equipped to handle the threat level the Gorgon in reality was. With the same pounce, the man found himself pierced through the chest. In turn, the wound would poison and in time potentially end his life. It was all over for the Lieutenant now or at least the masquerading part was. Screams, shouts and roars would fill this entrance room. Office workers would move with screams over to the elevator in the hopes of finding safety. While the dozen or so guardsmen roared towards the scene, taking up arms as they aimed their rifles towards the Lieutenant and protecting those who were trying to flee to the upper floor. Standing in rows of 4 with 3 guards they'd hold the line while trying to connect to HQ. However, it'd quickly become apparent that the lines were severed.
"Lieutenant what's the meaning of this??" One of them screamed, trying to see reason in this situation.
The first mask had been cracked and carnage took the room. Medusa had to clear the entire room if she wished to preserve this narrative she and Spada had conjured. But would she be able to do so in time? She had but a few moments at her disposal. These guards also had direct line communication much like Spada's new body was equipped with. Wrist den den mushi's.