To Displace a Tyrant [NDE, Medium-Hard]

[Jem Carstairs]

Quest Name:[/b] [To Displace a Tyrant]

Who can participate?:[/b] [HWD/Shingami]

Quest Time Frame (How long it takes):[/b] [2-3 Weeks of consistent posting]

Quest Setting (NDE/DE):[/b] [NDE]

Quest Synopsis:[/b] [Long has a Madman, Luther Koris, Reigned over the people of a kingdom on an Island of japan. That Island is no longer open to the public. Luther has closed the island to tourism and has become increasingly paranoid. Though this is due to the fact he has recently become in possession of some form of spiritual artifact. Factions have become aware that Luther plans to sacrifice the populace of his island and give himself incredible power using the artifact. Now it's up to you to stop him. Unfortunately he's sealed his palace with a form of stasis field, You can't get in, but he can't get out. Your mission is to take out the power supplies holding his stasis field and take him out.]

Maximum Number of Participants:[/b] [2]

Overall Goal:[/b] [To Unseat a Tyrant by Death or Defeat]

Number of missions involved:[/b] [4]

BASIC Synopsis of each Quest mission:[/b] [Insert Here]

Mission 1: [Medium Difficulty Enemy Strength 5-4 (Boss is 3)] Make your way onto the island and into the capital, across the city and into the first military base. Find your way to the energy generator and destroy it.

Mission 2: [Hard Difficulty Enemy Strength 5-4 (Boss is 3)] Fight your way back out of the base and across town to the secondary base, fighting down to the second generator and destroy it.

Mission 3: [Hard Difficulty Enemy Strength 5-4 (Boss is 3)]The Shield has dropped, fight your way into his castle and up to his chamber.

Mission 4: [Hard Difficulty (Boss is 2)]Defeat Luther Koris and take the Artifact.

Recommended Class for entry:[/b] [4-3]

[Shōkan Kawada Ⅺ]

I'll give it a go.

[✠Asmoskon Masurao✠]

Claiming a spot for Takara Takeda 

[Jem Carstairs]

Across the island of Kiri, rain was seen, but in the capital city of Sora it was felt heavier than any other place in the island. Lightning ripped across the sky and moments later thundered rumbled, rain poured down upon the roofs of the businesses and homes of Sora. There was minor traffic as people were rushing home to make dinner, spend time with their families and prepare for the night. It was a merry time, a time of peace but of some hardship. Japan was a country of trade; it had high import and high export. When the trade lines were closed, business hurt and there was hardship all around. Except in one place…

At the top of the island terrace of the capital of Sora stood a relic of the old time, a castle crafted in the time before the shogun period. It was modified and looked like it had been partially burned down and repaired. Modern lights adorned it with security cameras. It looked almost like a hybrid of old and new culture. It was the estate of the royalty that had ruled this island since ancient times, but it had been renovated and upgraded. Standing on the balcony was Luther himself. Luther himself was not physically imposing; looking to be in his late thirties he stood at a standard five foot eight inches Brown hair was buzzed to a professional cut. His suit custom tailored and his eyes a bright blue. He was watching the rain with mild interest. His left hand was holding a wooden box, his thumb stroking soft circles into the polished wood. On his tie was a cross fitted within a blue circle. He watched the rain for a few minutes more, before walking back into the interior room. Setting the box down, he pressed the second line on his desk phone. “Varus, come into my office.” After a brief pause, a distinct English accent could be heard. “Yes Sir.” Not a moment after, the double doors leading into his office opened.

When Varus stepped into the office, it was clear as to the why Luther had him as an assistant. However it seemed the term butler was more the case. In his late sixties, He was a tall, thin man, wearing grey slacks and a white dress shirt with a purple tie and purple vest. On his left eye he wore a monocle and black gloves. Violet eyes and a smile, with black hair tied back into a ponytail with a red ribbon. He walked in and bowed hand over his chest. “How may I help you sir?”Luther walked behind the desk and sat down, interlinking his fingers. “I trust all preparations for the curfew tonight have been put in place.” Varus’ eyes closed as he smiled, “Yes sir, all preparations have been made to your specifications. I’ve even sent Stewart and Meredy to watch over the generators should anything odd happen.” Luther eyed the butler seriously. “Do you expect any interruptions?” Varus’ back straightened and the smile fell from his face, “No I expect not, and if any should occur, I shall know. No one can interrupt without disrupting my rain.” Luther visibly relaxed, “Good, for now you’re dismissed.”

Varus bowed again, “Or course sir. I shall go and tidy up.” The older gentleman backing out of the room closing the double doors behind him, He turned and began walking down the large hallway leading to a large set of windows overlooking the city streets and the populace below. “Tonight should be interesting to say the least.” He pulled out a cellphone and began to scroll through it, dialing a number. It rang only twice before it picked up. Varus waited for a few moments before speaking. “Confirm the generator is secure and firing up Stewart.” There was still no response, only a faint humming beginning to get louder through the phone. Varus sighed, “Stewart, You and I are going to have a discussion about your manners after this.” There was still no answer; no doubt he was engrossed in something he found ‘interesting.’

He dialed the second number and it was immediately picked up on the first ring, as if its recipient was watching the phone. “Meredy, is it ready?” There was no hesitation in the monotone voice that responded, “Yes, Generator secure.” There was a pause, “Compound secure as well.” Walter’s eyes narrowed, “Alright, power it up.” There was a humming noise followed by a hazy dome beginning to form over the Castle, the stasis field was activating, and as it did Varus smiled a knowing twinkle in his eyes. Tonight would definitely be interesting. He flicked his phone close, so it began.

[Takara Takeda]

Dropping from roughly a mile in the sky was something that very few individuals got the chance to experience. Although at the moment Takara wasn't experiencing it the same way that those who did chose to try to got too. The difference was that individuals would normally get to see the area that they were falling towards. The clouds in the sky and the air rushing past them. In Takara's case that was not what was happening. The Mod Soul had been sent on a special mission by Kazura and after reading through the mission she had decided that the best way to get on the island would require a few changes and drastic decisions.

She had just been dropped from an air plane flying over the island and was now falling downwards onto the island. She did change something though in work to make this mission have a higher chance of success. She couldn't risk anyone seeing her since the island was closed off and another would be able to pick our her pretty face and know she wasn't on the island the day prior. So she was inside a cargo crate falling to the island and inside she was in her stuffed wolf body covered in thick cushions. It was then that the parachute opened and the crate slowed down.

She had programmed the shoot to open though with little more then three hundred feet left until she hit the ground in order to make it so there would be next to no chance of something see it. Now it hit the hard ground of the island in a tree covered area with no one around. The crate burst apart like a small explosion. It took a few moments, but then Takara began to move from the ruble and make her ways towards the town. She stayed in the shadows of the buildings and tried her best to act like some sort of remote control toy like she had done in Tokyo. She was slowly making her way towards the building that kept the generator secure.

[Shōkan Kawada Ⅺ]

In this world, there are two kinds of people. Those that are born to power, and those that are not. That, in and of itself, did not account for the worth of a person; although some people used this as a measure, Shōkan did not. What truly made the worth of a person, was what they did with what they were given. If you are born into poverty, do you fight and claw and crawl for every ounce of power you can possibly achieve? Or do you sit sullen, moaning over the injustice of this world that gave you nothing? If you are born into power, do you take it for granted? Do you stagnate in your own arrogance? Or do you make somethign of yourself? Take what you are given, and use it to reach heights never seen before? These are the questions Shōkan aske dhimself whenever he met someone for the first time.

Taking this into account, simply from the reports he had of the man... Shōkan had no love for this 'Luther Koris'. He was the worst sort, someone born to power, and used that as justification for everything he does. With only this information, Shōkan would have devoted himself to putting a stop to this vile man. But no, this was NOT why he was on this island. The ruler of this island had gotten it into his head, that by sacrificing the entire populations of his people, the same people he was sworn to serve... He would gain power. To be perfectly honest, the man was probably right, there WERE rituals that could be done, rituals that involved large amounts of souls. Because of this, Shōkan was tasked with his elimination.

Shōkan had arrived on the island not ten minutes previously, coming through the Kawada Clan's personal Senkaimon. He wore the standard attire of a shinigami, although it should be noted the clothing was of significantly higher quality. Around his neck was a white, silk cloth. Additionally, at his side was a katana, slightly larger than average, with a beautiful constructed sheathe, which had the design of a phoenix on it. Walking forward, he stopped himself, when all around the perimeter of the islands only major city, a huge barrier appeared. This was unfortunate, but not entirely unexpected... On the optomistic side, barriers this large generally were also unstable, if Shōkan could find the power sources for them, and destroy them, it would be a simple matter to infiltrate the place. With this mission in mind, Shōkan began traveling th circumference of the sphere of energy, hiding his spiritual pressure. he would continue walking until he found one of the generatorrs.

[Jem Carstairs]

The speed in which Takara hit the ground was great and although she was in a plushie and had no pain nerves to speak of, she was now smaller and her overall speed combined with her very short legs meant that travel was going to be slower than normal. However this was perhaps for the best no sooner had she cleared the park that she had landed in and started making her way thought the first set of streets she saw a small squad of soldiers moving through the streets. They were discussing the very crate that she had arrived in. It seemed that she was free and clear at the moment. And upon further inspection she’d notice something strange.

Most of the city was blacked out, the residential areas had few lights on but overall it was as if the entire city was deserted. However if she was able to find a high enough vantage point she could see that there were three places in the city still brightly lit. One was the castle Luther Koris was presumed to be residing in. It was the tallest in the city and with her energy sensory; she could clearly make out the stasis field blocking her entry. There were two other lights that seemed to be emanating from what looked like military compounds. Large floodlights could be seen with barb wire around the tops of fences.

However it looked that while one was closer to her, the other was on the opposite side of the city. If Takara was trying to stay away from being soaked she’d have to take it slow. The pouring rain and thunder masked any splashing she made, but her fabric skin and cotton interior would soon become heavy and weighed down by the water seeping inside. She’d need to find a way to the nearest compound without attracting undue attention from the seeming guard patrols and stop herself from becoming waterlogged. However so far she had made a good decision for avoiding detection by choosing a body that was small. Only time would tell if it panned out.

Over with Shoken, the shinigami was actually at a advantage as the stasis field was only covering the building Luther Koris himself was residing in. The shinigami could actually see the two compounds that were holding the generators. It seemed that as the generators required a lot of power, and the lights of most of the city was drained. He was actually close to one of the generators. However it was lucky that it seemed that the squads of soldiers were regular humans and therefore could not see the shinigami. It was however something to assume that if a spiritually aware human was in charge, he would have spiritual aware employees.

[Takara Takeda]

Moving through the park that she had crashed into Takara smelled the change in the air and then could feel the temperature around her dropping faintly. It was then followed a few moments later by the rain. Of course it was going to rain if it hadn't then Takara's plan would have been perfect. That wouldn't have been any fun at all for those that were doing wrong on this island. So of course by whatever god that watched over this island they just had to make it fair for the others.

Reaching the streets of the island Takara noticed that she couldn't see a single individual outside of the buildings. It was like marshal law or a curfew had been put into effect and no one was brave enough to actually come outside. Be that as it may the thing that caught Takara's attention more so was that none of the buildings had any noticeable light activity. Kazura had gone over the game plan with her prior to her departure so based on what he said the generators were already activated. Takara took the moment to concentrate and could sense some activity by the castle.

Takara also sensed the presence of a Shinigami by one of the generators. She knew that there were two and that was when Takara realized something. The reiatsu of the Shinigami she was sensing was that of the white haired Shinigami that she had faced in the park back at Karakura Town. Takara felt that the man more then likely should be able to handle himself against a human so she began to make her way towards the other generator. She had to be careful though due to the rain she was going to be slower and weigh more physically. All of that was just annoying for her though none of it would matter in combat.

[Jem Carstairs]

OOC: Since Asmos is breaking mission protocol and going for the second generator early. You can post in whichever order you feel comfortable as long as I reply to you before you post again. As of this moment thought, both missions are considered Medium since no alarm as of yet has been tripped.

IC:

“Perfection is highly unlikely…”

Takara’s plushie form had already been lightly rained on, slightly hampering the usual sleek movement she was able to maintain. However, after the initial dampening she seemed to be keeping to what shelter she could find. There were overhangs and alleyways that she found upon traversing. However it was slow going as she was taking whatever route was possible to do without being rained on. She also had to wait and hide should any squadrons of soldiers pass by. This made traveling to the other generator take a lot of time.

After three dead ends and backtracking for a fourth time, she heard a splash of boots. A call of a halt, of course her energy sensory hadn’t worked because the human had no reiastu to sense. They were roving blind spots, however her greater senses and instincts gave her a distinct warning and she’d need to find cover quickly. Two figures were approaching her location, currently in junction that led to the opening of the alley she had been travelling through. She had a dumpster immediately to her left, and a bit cardboard and other recycling debris to her right. She needed to act fast “What is it Sargent?” “I don’t know, I’m pretty sure I saw something, maybe a cat? It didn’t look like any cat I’d ever seen before though.”

They were definitely getting closer, by the looks of it one was a Sargent, the other a warrant officer. They had on standard military gear including helmets with flashlights built in, “Are you sure you saw it come this way?” “Yeah, I definitely saw it go this way.” Moving even closer, she could see that they were packing. It looked like they were carrying assault rifles, rifles that would tear her cotton body apart. Making it only a fourth of the way so far, getting caught now would put a serious hamper on her plan of making it across town. Engaging them in combat could be dangerous too, and she still had to be mindful of the rain. So what would Takara do?

[Takara Takeda]

Well this wasn't a very pleasant way to start out the assassination. Takara was already nearly completely soaked through her plushie body just now becoming more troublesome then it was really worth. It was beginning to jut irritate her how much she weighed now and how difficult it was to make her tiny feet step in the right spots. Not only that, but it seemed that the fact she could sense the generator wasn't helping her out all that much with getting there. So far all she had been doing was finding where it's not located and getting more drenched.

Walking into another ally that just so happened to be another dead end Takara was about ready to scream in rage when she heard foot steps approaching the ally. She quickly looked around and saw that there was a location to hide near a dumpster. Takara hated filth and of course that was really the only place that she could see acceptable. She was going to have to deal for the moment. So she rushed over towards the dumpster stopping about two feet from the side facing the dead end of the ally so that the humans approaching wouldn't see her right away.

Takara couldn't sense any reiatsu from the people that were speaking as they walked down the ally which meant that they had to be normal humans. Takara knew that there was almost no chance that anyone could ever suppress their reiatsu enough that she wouldn't be able to sense it so that only left the single option. Takara now knew how the Shinigami had gotten so close to the generator. If most of the scouts were normal humans then they wouldn't be able to see the man. It just seems that Takara drew the short straw this time around however that didn't mean she was anywhere near out of it.

Unlike her race humans were the dominate species on the planet. There were far more of them then anything else in existence just as many of them as hollows and Shinigami. That meant that these normal beings didn't have any significant about them at all. Just as the lower ranking human confirmed his belief that he had seen Takara walk down this Takara called on the Omega Arsenal. The both of them were standing close together she could tell and were just now passing by the dumpster. It would happen in the fraction of a second so fast that no normal human would be able to keep up. A nodachi six feet in length was manifested in the air and just as soon as it appeared the blade was moved through the ally swinging forwards decapitating both humans before they could find her or shout.

If one of them managed to somehow evade the nodachi would readjust and strike downwards likely cutting the human in half down his body. Takara would step out from behind the dumpster seeing that the ally was quickly being covered in blood. So she did her best to walk through it and jump over the puddles. The nodachi vanished and Takara resumed her search for the generator. The only thing that could have helped is if she had made Kazura take a photograph of the island so she could recall the locations and the street it was on instead of walking through all this rain.

Remaining Reiatsu: 2265/2290
1 LvL 2 Weapon: {-25}

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Strength: 50 (38)
Speed: 100 (75)
Spiritual Pressure: 229
Reiatsu Strength: 50
Light Aura: 50
Dark Aura: 50
Instincts: 286 (429)
Senses: 100 (150)
Energy Sensory: 150 (225)
Healing Expertise: 0

Acting: 1
Focused Eye: 2
Battle Focus: 2
War Strategy: 2
Anti-Stealth: 2
Battle Analysis: 2
Charisma/Leadership: 2
Mathematical Implication: 2

[Jem Carstairs]

Let's have arashi post next

[Shōkan Kawada Ⅺ]

Shōkan gazed at the soldiers patrolling the compound carefully, analyzing their patrol patterns. Even though he was standing in perfectly visible sight, under a small overhang, the guards showed no sign of being able to detect him. That was good, it would make his job considerably easier. His second task was searching the area analytically for camera's, they would need to be avoided. While Shōkan wasn't particularly stealthy, he valued efficiency above all else, and the faster he could do this, the faster he could take down this tyrant. Shōkan would wait for a shift in the guards, this would give him the optimum amount of time before his intrusion would be noticed. If this didn't happen within 30 minutes however, he would go ahead and make his move.

Blurring at a speed no mortal human could hope to match, Shōkan combined his monstrous speed with his specialty step technique, senka. Modifying the technique slightly with his mastery of it, Shōkan would go for non-lethal strikes against the soldiers, keeping them out of the equation without killing them. Shōkan made sure to leave one conscious, if only barely. He was injured enough that he wouldn't be able to signal any alarms. Before all else, Shōkan was a man of morals, it wasn't these men's fault their master was a madman. Making sure that the men were incapacitated, Shōkan would continue towards the door. If it was locked, he would check the guards for some sort of pass key. Additionally, if there were some sort of pass code required, Shōkan would question the guard, attempting to reassure the man with his charismatic personality and naturally trusting aura.

He would explain his reasons to the man and appeal to his sense of empathy. Not only would he ask about pass codes/keys, he would also questiont he man on any other information he could retrieve, be it on enemy forces, the security, and any information the soldier might have on spiritually aware superiors, including Luther. After this, Shōkan wuld tie the man up, apologizing, but it was a necessity. Of course, if he the door is unlocked, or there is no key, Shōkan will simply enter; walking inside, or breaking the door quietly at the hinges with his supernatural strength respectively. Upon entering the building, Shōkan would either head directly towards the generator room, incapacitating any guards he came across swiftly, before they could raise an alarm, or, if the soldier told Shōkan of some powerful enemy inside, Shōkan would make his way to them, dealing with the threat first.

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{Stats & Skills}Strength - 135 [185] > [323.75]
Speed - 140 [190] > [332.5]
Spiritual Pressure – 50
Reiatsu Strength – 50 [100] > [150]
Light Aura - [100]
Dark Aura - [0]
Instinct - 125
Senses - 75
Energy sensory - 0
Healing Expertise - 0

Swordsmanship: 2
Hakuda: 2
Strength of Will: 2
Battle Analysis: 2
Analysis: 2
Charisma: 1

[Jem Carstairs]

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There was really no chance that regular humans would be able to react to such speed with the element of surprise on Takara’s side. No sounds were made as her nodachi carved clean through the necks of both of the human with blood spurting from the arteries in their respective necks. As she leapt from the dumpster and began to make her way from the alley way, the bodies completely fell. However she seemed very unlucky as the finger trigger seemed to be on the gun of the warrant officer. Bullets were tearing through his corpse as he lay upon his assault rifle. But the sound was unmistakable.


There was thundering of boots made Takara aware that her exit was now surrounded by a total of six soldiers armed with assault rifles. Staggered and with two around seven feet from her initial position, the other four behind the first two at twelve feet back. They immediately took in the scene before them. This little dog creature and their dead captain, and fellow soldier. They opened fire on her, bullets tore through the alley way at a blistering six hundred speed stat. They seemed to be aiming for an area of five by five feet. This would undoubtedly cause massive damage her plushie body if the bullets impacted them. She now had even bigger issues to deal with.

As for Shokan, his was while non-lethal still quite comical. He was watching the patrols for close to a half hour and upon not seeing an opening in their formation, blurred into action. Beating normal humans into submission, it seemed that none of them could see him even if he wasn’t blurring at high speeds. To the average Joe, it would seem as if some invisible force was kicking the crap out of these soldiers. Upon taking one of the badges and slipping it into the coded door, he was able to slip inside immediately it led to grated stairs that led down underground. Upon following the stairs down it led into a long hallway which then held a fork in the road, one pointed to the generator, the other, to the armory and communications.

Shokan could choose to go left to the generator, furthering his overall goals. Or he could choose to sneak into the armory and communications sections for some further Intel; the choice was up to him. So far he hadn’t been spotted by anyone with spiritual awareness. So this could be going quite smoothly, until the alarm sounded. Men from the armory and generator’s direction flooded out and up the stairs, passing right through Shokan if he didn’t react first. It seemed that he was not the only one on the island or another patrol had found his handiwork out front. Now the Island was on alert, what would he do?

[Takara Takeda]

Just as Takara had figured the two humans that had followed her into the ally way had been unable to actually perceive what was going on fast enough. Her nodachi cut clean through the both of them yet it seemed the elder of the two had more flex engrained into him. As his body fell his finger pulled on the trigger of his gun causing a fury of bullets to spray the other side of the ally. Takara was just jumping down from the dumpster when the end of the ally way was cut off by what looked to be a fair amount of humans. None of them had any reiatsu from what she could sense and while this was becoming just plain annoying what she felt hadn't changed.

Just as the humans fingers began to motion backwards on the triggers of their guns Takara connected with the Arsenal and felt it's power surging throughout her gigai. Suddenly a massive five foot squared shuriken was manifested a few inches in front of Takara. It was inside the next moment that Takara heard the sound of the bullets being fired at her bouncing off the surface of the shuriken in front of her. Due to her controlling the shuriken she could feel the sensation of all the bullets bouncing off and felt for a moment that it was actually quite relaxing. Suddenly a grenade was manifested behind the shuriken and Takara prepared herself to start moving.

Listening to the sounds of the guns Takara assessed the distance that the humans were from her along with the memory of where they had been standing a few moments ago. Thanks to the information that she had Takara processed the trajectory needed for the next step in her mission. Suddenly the grenade that she had manifested was launched upwards over her shuriken and above the streaming barrage of bullets. The pin from the grenade was pulled just prior to be launching upwards and now as it descended back down it launched right in the middle of all the humans. Right as it hit the ground a smoking substances began to emit from it.

Chloropicrin Gas was very special and effective and right now was the major key to success. The gas would spread to the humans and as soon as they breathed it in without thinking their bodies would start to reject it. Within a matter of seconds they would all start to vomit uncontrollably. All the while Takara was moving forwards slowly to the end of the ally keeping the shuriken in front of her as a make shift shield. When she reached the area where the humans would be vomiting Takara rushed awhile losing control of the shuriken making it disappear, but getting away from the humans and on her way to the generator.

Remaining Reiatsu: 2115/2290
Shuriken: {-50}
Chloropicrin Gas: {-100}

[Jem Carstairs]

“The Hell is that thing?!” The gun fire was being repelled by the giant shuriken that was apparently completely solid. However it seemed that before Takara could launch her Chloropicrin gas there was a popping noise and an explosion hit the concrete to her left exploded. It seemed one of them had a grenade launcher attachment, the explosion was filled with force and fire as well as concrete being blown apart and sent hurtling towards the mod soul. Unfortunately it seemed that in order to shield herself from the hailing bullets she had to create a shuriken with no holes blocking off her ability to keep an eye on her attackers, giving them a slight window of opportunity.

However if she had left any holes or places to see, she’d easily get shredded by the flood of gunfire heading her way even with her makeshift shield. She was in trouble as she was able to lob the canister while having to defend simultaneously to the gun fire and the grenade explosion. Moving would drop her shuriken, but she had to move now to avoid being shredded by the grenade’s damage since it was only a few feet from her. She could always use a step if she had it; however it seemed that all she was doing was drawing more attention to her.

It seemed the one that got the lucky shot off with the grenade launcher noticed the launched canister and dove away from the group of people. The Smoke itself started to spread to the soldiers after she had to find a way to deal with their combined gunfire and the grenade. “This is Squad Echo, requesting immediately back-up, I repeat requesting immediate backup. We have engaged a hostile. Unknown Tango with unbelievable abilities, please send backup to quadrant four-Charlie-Lima.” As he finished this the grenade was finally working its magic, the gas spreading to the soldiers, coughing and retching followed by vomiting could be heard.The lucky man with the grenade launcher attachment seemed to be making his way down the street talking through his radio, by the time Takara was able to spot him he was sprinting around a hundred yards down the street. What would she do now?

+30 QP for killing the normal human squad