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Post by Amagai Kuchiki on Apr 21, 2016 19:20:30 GMT -5
Name: Enlistment
Participants: Luke Clyburn
Location: Karakura Town
Difficulty Level: Hard
Setting: NDE
Plotline: Luke was having an ordinary day at work. Emphasis on was. A fight that only Luke can see breaks out, and before Luke knows it, he'd involved in a complicated conspiracy with some assholes screaming about "The Legion". Beats washing dishes, at least?
Estimated Enemy Strength: 6-3
Estimated Time Until Completion: 4 pages
Starts: Now
Special Conditions: Upon 3 pages being reached, Luke will be given CTP as if he had completed a 3 page adventure. This TP will be docked from his total score at the end of the adventure, and if the adventure is not resolved, he will not be able to use that TP in other threads.
Yet another day. Yet another dollar. Another hour. Another number was added to his paycheck at the end of the week. For Luke, this was the way life was. Slaving away in part time hell, doing everything he could to at least get a good amount of hours a week. At least, at the very least, Luke was clocking in about fifty hours a week. Enough money for him to be able to afford his apartment...which was saying something, honestly. Karakura wasn't really the best place in Japan to live. The cost of rent in this city was low, very low, and for very good reason. Karakura was a dangerous place.
It was always on the news. Mysterious property damage. People going missing. Unexplained deaths. To the naked eye, Karakura was like a clean, overseas Detroit. But to the eyes of those who possessed the gift, or the curse in some cases, then they would see an entirely new city. Karakura was a fucking mess. Ghosts everywhere with long ass chains sticking out of their chests. Ghosts were one thing. Ghosts could be ignored. Part of Karakuras "charm" was the daily appearances of the massive, slobbering, white masked freaks known as Hollows. Monsters, really. Big drooling monsters that there always on the lookout for a snack. Luke had always been told by his now missing mother to avoid letting anyone, or anything, know that he was able to see them. It was the best way to avoid trouble.
And the first time Luke didn't listen? He got his ass kicked. It had been a few weeks now. A few weeks since that overgrown bitch had showed up. A few weeks since she had smashed her way into the grocery store Luke worked at. A few weeks since his, now former, bosses funeral. A funeral that Luke had attended. Granted, the young man didn't know the other very well...but that man looked out for Luke. It was no secret that Luke had...issues. Issues relating to his anger with other people. Luke was easily annoyed, easily stressed, easily triggered, and being such a victim of such emotional instabilities caused Luke to lash out at people with a large vocabulary of no no words. Luke had anger issues. He wasn't violent, thank fucking god Luke didn't resort to hitting people, but his mouth needed some work.
Back to the topic at hand which was Luke getting his ass kicked. The Hollow that had broken its way into the store had eaten not just a few employees, but Luke's manager as well. Honestly Luke didn't remember the "explanation" for their deaths, having been too focused on the fact that he had fucked up bad that day. He had confronted the Hollow and had treated the situation like he was playing a video game. " Aka you're fucking ass!! Remembering the things he said could make him groan. His idiocy caused a few more deaths that day, and the weight of it had begun to build up on him. He was weak. He was just a dude who could see ghosts, that was it.
He wanted to do something about it though. Okay, maybe not become "Captain Ghost Buster" or something fucking stupid like that, but he wanted to at least be a little more prepared. Luke didn't have a lot of money or time, but Luke had managed to strike a deal with a local gym near his apartment. Luke could use the facility for an hour three times a week. Luke had been using it to help tone his body back up, as well as give himself a refresher course on how to punch things. As the young man reached into the cooler to continue with his stocking duties, his knuckles brushed up against one of the racks, causing the young man to inhale a bit. His knuckles had become rather rough and torn, the young man having spent a full hour doing nothing but punching a punching bag with unprotected knuckles. He had a few bandages wrapped around his hands to help with the healing process, but it was still rather raw.
Luke no longer worked up front, thankfully, the last thing his boss having done for him was putting him in the back of the store to help with stocking shelves and other responsibilities. Today it was his job to stock the frozen food sections. He was about halfway done with the aisle he was working down, eager to end this current task and get on with the next one. He was making pretty good time, and partially because he wanted to get done before his lunch break began. Luke was pretty excited for his break, actually, looking forward to getting to sit down and have himself a warm and delicious bowl of microwaved ramen noodles. Luke liked food. He liked to cook good food. He liked to eat good food.
"There you are." A voice broke Luke out of his concentration, causing him to turn and give the approaching employee a frown. He recognized the guy, just another one of the backside workers. "What?" Luke asked with his usual attitude. The employees face was filled with discomfort, and recognizing that face Luke realized he wasn't about to be told good news...which caused his frown to deepen. "Okay, so, don't shoot the messenger...alright?" The sound of frozen peas being crushed by a set of angry fingers was heard, "But...she forgot to send the unloading crew to lunch...so...they're going and we're getting pushed back."
He felt the twitch of his left eyelid. "...by how long?" Fuck, why did he have to ask that question? "...two hours.." There was a silence between the two, the older employee staring at Luke with a somewhat frightened face. Luke felt his teeth grinding together, his brow furrowing, and within a few seconds there was a small explosion. "That BITCH!" Luke shouted, his left foot slamming into the side of the loading cart he had been pulling along beside him, the one holding all the boxes of frozen food. One of the boxes fell off, spilling its contents. Thing was packed pretty well. His outburst had caught some attention, as questions and inquiries to his shouting could be heard in some of the other aisles.
okay...okay...one.....two....three
Luke sighed, implementing his cool down procedures as he let out a deep breath. "...is that all? Please...fucking tell me that's all." Luke asked, not even looking at the other employee as he made his way over to his spilt stock. "Yeah...t-thats all." He responded. "Mmk then. You can go now." And the two parted, with Luke getting back to work and the other employee leaving to go finish his own work. It was no secret that Luke had anger problems. It was why nobody really...befriended him. Okay, sure, Luke did his own part in establishing the fact he didn't give a shit about any of them, nor wanted anything to do with them, and in all honesty he was happy people avoided him. He wasn't really a nice guy.
He'd liked to not have these anger problems. He'd love to not snap like a fucking twig about to explode like a fucking missile...but fuck. Today was going to be one of those days. One of those days he'd have wished he didn't get out of his fucking bed. Bed was just a futon on the floor, but hey...he could have watched tv.
Post by Amagai Kuchiki on Apr 23, 2016 15:32:01 GMT -5
As Luke slowly slipped back into the trance of working, before he could find his focus, a large thud would startle him. It sounded like someone had dropped something incredibly heavy, right outside the loading bay. Not that surprising, given how many of his coworkers were utter fuckups. The second thud, that sound like someone had slammed something huge into the side of the building, again near the loading bay, was a little more concerning. The sounds had happened within maybe ten seconds of each other, ruining any chance of concentration.
Then Luke would hear screaming and the sounds of running, and if he turned, through the aisles he would be able to see some of his coworkers in a dead sprint, running away from the loading bay. "MONSTER!" The guy was screaming. Fuck. It was some more freaky ghost shit. And unfortunately, it was probably going to get in the way of Luke getting paid if he didn't deal with it. This wasn't in his job description, but neither was walking the manager's dog and cleaning up its shit, and guess what he had to do a few weeks back?
If Luke headed to the loading bay, the sight before him would be concerning. A man with white hair and tan skin, who Luke didn't recognize, was slammed into one of the walls of the building, the brick walls cracked behind him as he was more or less broken into it. In the bay itself was a massive monster, maybe 15 feet tall, who distorted space as they moved through it. It's eyes were full of green malice, glowing and radiating a light of judgement.
Well, it was what it was. Luke could have stood there grumbling and grunting until the two hours were done...or he could grumble and grunt while working and that was sure to cause time to pass much quicker than it would normally. So Luke was just gonna return to work when he heard a sound. The sound of something colliding with something like the floor. No doubt it had been the guys in the loading bay dropping something again. Honestly, Luke did work with a bunch of idiots.
Most of his coworkers fit into one or two groups. School dropouts, idiots and or people who just couldn't find anything else. Luke fit into that last group. Back to the matter at hand, Luke had managed to hear that sound from quite some distance away. It had to have been something sizable, since he was able to hear it from where he was. "Fucking morons..." Luke commented out loud, although kept under his breath as he turned his head back to the freezer. But he turned it so fast he very well nearly cracked it when there was a second bang, one much louder than the previous one.
"Okay, what the ever loving fuck are they doing." Luke asked himself, getting to his feet and slamming the freezer door shut. The loading bay guys were his coworkers, he often helped with unloading trucks and shit. One mess up was to be expected every now and then. Shit could be heavy or the lift could fuck up. A second accident meant something bad was going on. Someone could have gotten hurt. In a not so hurried pace, more like his average walking speed, Luke had begun to make his way down the aisle to head into the back of the store.
He stopped in his tracks though when he suddenly heard the screaming. A few individuals he recognized as coworkers came running out of the back, some past him, screaming out the word, "Monster". Luke froze. No...don't tell me Immediately his mind brought up memories of the Hollow that had, weeks prior, changed his life. The Hollow that had put the guilt of the death of others upon Luke's shoulders. It couldn't be back. If it was still mad at Luke over their little skirmish, then returning to the place it had last found Luke would have made sense if it were hunting for him.
Luke hoped that this was not the case. He almost turned around, almost ran in the same direction as his fleeing coworkers, but he just didn't. He had to be sure. Steeling his nerves and grinding his teeth together, Luke forced his legs to work and make their way to the loading bay. Pushing those sliding doors open as quietly as he could, Luke made sure to keep crouched as he made his way into the back of the store. Aisle of boxes containing unopened product, cleaning supplies, the box smashing machine, the break room, as well as a few cleaning machines were visible. Luke kept himself low as he made his way over to the sound of the disturbances.
What Luke saw made him pause. The sight of something. Something that Luke didn't recognize. It wasn't the Hollow that he had fought, that much was certain. Whatever the fuck it was, it had its attention set on...holy shit that was a fucking dude in the wall. Keeping himself crouched Luke made his way closer to the two, keeping himself hidden behind the shelves of back stock. He reached the one shelf that separated from the two and himself, and narrowed his eyes a bit as he watched.
When that thing moved, it seemed as though the space around it became distorted. The fuck was going on? This isn't any of my fucking business...but god damn it I ain't gonna let what happened last time fucking happen again Luke looked at the shelf that he hiding behind and an idea came to his mind. The creature was distracted with the guy right? At least it seemed to be. So Luke decided to do the smartest thing possible.
His fingers gripped the lowest shelf and he began to pull upwards. He did it as quietly as he could though, to try and keep the thing from noticing him. The plan was simple, honestly. Luke may have had a normal humans strength, but these shelves could easily be tipped over if the right amount of force was applied. Luke knew this as he had seen it done before, though it was actually caused by someone falling into it. Luke felt the shelf lifting a bit, so he quickly pushed himself against the shelf and....watched it fall directly, hopefully, on top of the creature. Okay...so now what?
Post by Amagai Kuchiki on Apr 27, 2016 20:40:35 GMT -5
Luke's tactics, while simple, were likely the best ones he could have utilized in this scenario. With the force he applied to the shelf, the shelf lifted, and slowly collapsed over the monster. The monster looked up, eyes widening, and started to shift out of the way, but the shelf was so large that despite it's reactions, it only managed to avoid a direct hit. Despite moving, it was still slammed hard by the shelf, and was staggered by the heavy shelf as well as the numerous crates of goods that had been stored on the shelf collapsing on it.
But only that. It was staggered, and hurt, but it wasn't dead. Not even close. It stood it's ground, pushing up against the shelf, refusing to let it fall further, and through the holes in the shelf, it's pitiless eyes peered at Luke directly. He would be able to sense malice in its eyes. With a surge of strength, the creature lifted the shelf, and threw it upwards at the ceiling, letting out a mighty roar in the process. One hand quickly raised, and was surrounded by a rapidly expanding spatial distortion.
If Luke was paying attention, he'd notice that the shelf was now hovering in the air, suspended by some unknown force. He might also notice that the guy that was slammed into the wall was starting to move somewhat, a soft groan escaping his lips. Whoever that guy was, he was probably better equipped to fight this thing than Luke was. Stalling the monster was starting to look like an awfully good idea. Speaking of, the monster wasn't moving, standing still after starting to do the weird space thing. It seemed like it was concentrating.
And then, movement. It flicked it's hand, and the shelf came hurtling down from the sky, spiraling at Luke. The contents of it weren't leaving the shelves, probably bound to it in some weird way. He needed to move, and fast. But the second the creature threw the shelf, it started to float towards Luke, about as fast as Luke could run, it's other hand slowly drawing back, as if it was preparing to strike. An attack from two angles, albeit both frontal ones.
Did it work? Did that strategy do something? Did Luke do a good!? As those questions continued to come to mind, Luke watched as the shelf of backstock tipped over and began to fall right down on top of the monster. For a moment Luke felt really excited, hoping that the shelf was going to flatten the monster completely. That excitement dwindled a bit when he saw the monster turn around, and practically shattered when he saw the monster seemingly catch the shelf. Well, it wasn't really a catch it was more like just stopping it from falling all the way. Regardless, it seemed to have gotten hurt.
And it seemed Luke was going to get hurt as well, considering the way this thing was glaring at him. Luke blinked, a dumb grin painting itself across his face as his mind formulated only one sentence that best described how he was feeling right now, ...I'm fucked. His assessment became rather accurate when the odd looking creature suddenly lifted the fucking shelf right in the air, showing the young man that it possessed strength far greater than he did. Immediately the young man panicked, not even noticing the slow recovery of the man in the wall.
The fallen shelf was hovering in the air above the creatures raised arm, an odd spatial disturbance surrounding the creatures hand. But Luke was more focused on the flying fucking shelf rather than the creature itself. Luke had a moment to act before the shelf was thrown, the creature focusing on its own abilities. Luke took that fucking moment and turned tail, quickly running away from where he had been standing before. Not a moment too soon either, as Luke heard the shelf crash right where he had been, knocking over the one beside it and causing a domino effect of falling shelves.
"Hoh...of fuck" He commented, looking at the mess that had been created. Crushed food, smashed household items, spilt chemicals. Wait, chemicals? Look noticed the bottle, his head turning for a moment to look at the monster that was floating towards him now. Panicking, Luke quickly dived for the bottle, smashing his hand down on the child safety lid, throwing it off, and swinging the bottle of bleach at the creature. "Eat shit!!" An arcing glob of bleach flew through the air, aiming to collide with the creatures face, and by extension its eye. He was aiming to blind it. Of course if that didn't work then Lukes body was about to become intimate with this creatures fist.
Post by Amagai Kuchiki on Jun 19, 2016 20:11:12 GMT -5
Luke dodged just in the nick of time, letting the shelf he was near take the hit instead, setting off a chain of destruction throughout the warehouse that had a damn good chance of costing him his job. To be fair, however, it wasn't exactly his fault. His bitch of a boss probably wouldn't give a shit, however. That didn't stop him from thinking quickly, and pressing the moment of distraction to his advantage. He reached down, grabbed the first thing that could be used as a weapon, and threw.
Turns out, Bleach is effective at dealing with Hollows. Who knew? That could almost be a comic or something. The bleach hit the creature in the face, and it roared in pain, stumbling backwards, trying desperately to wipe it's face off with those disproportionate hands. It was blinded, for the time being, and that gave yet another opening. The main that had been punched into a wall had managed to remove himself from it, and staggered to his feet, picking up a nearby piece of rebar, and lying in wait.
As the Hollow stumbled backwards, the man swung the piece of rebar as hard as he could. Although Luke couldn't see the reiatsu expenditure, or know what it was, the man obviously augmented himself in some way, and the rebar hit with several times the amount of force it should've been able to, popping the creature's head like an overripe grape, and sending its body sprawling to the ground. The man stuck the rebar in the ground, and rested on it, trying not to fall over.
"Luke....Clyburn...." The man said, breathing heavily. "By the power invested in me by The Legion, you've been enlisted." He toppled over, a business card in his hand, extended outwards towards Luke. "Please...get me there. I'll make sure you are rewarded appropriately for your actions. My....car....is at the end of the alley....keys are still in it. Assuming you haven't developed your powers yet, it's probably best to just drive me."
"Whoa...wait...what?" Luke stammered, dancing on his feet back and forth from the fatigued individual and back towards the fallen shelves. What the fuck was going on!? Lukes head danced back and forth, looking between the created mess and to the man who had said his name. How the fuck did he know his name? What the bloody hell was even going on!? On one hand, Luke had a mysterious stranger who knew his name asking him to go get his car. Lets touch up on that in a minute. The more pressing issue was the fact that every single shelf of backstock, you know the new shit that gets put on grocery shelves, was all over the floor and even damaged. Luke was losing his shit. Sure, one of them had been his fault...and he just realized that there was a possibility that Hollows don't fucking show up on cameras.
He was going to be fired. He began freaking out. He paced back and forth, running a hand through his hair as he shook his head and began to talk to himself. "Don't freak out don't freak out don't fuckin freak out you can explain this you can explain thiiiiiiis!" Luke repeated, dragging his fingers down across his face as he tried to think through nearly every possible explanation. There...was ONE that could prossibly not lead him to getting fired, and that was blaming this entire shit on the man who had just saved his life. Luke couldn't do that, no way. Besides, cameras wouldn't support that statement. Luke turned to the man, who had claimed that Luke had been enlisted...by the Legion.
He didn't have time for Dark Souls Three Artorias fanboy swamp dweller bullshit right now. In fact, Luke didn't even register the last bit of what the man had said for a moment. "No! Shut up! You're...you're fuckin hurt! Look at you, that shitting...Hollow...THING just smashed you into the damn fuck fuckin wall!" Luke exclaimed, reaching into his pocket and pulling out his phone. Flipping it open and dialing One-One-Nine, he held it to his ear as the ringing started, but then actually remembered what it had been the man had said to him.
Closing it and looking at him, Luke just groaned. "I'm going to be fucking fired because of you and your stupid friend. I don't know who the fuck you are...but god damn it do you owe me now!" Luke snapped, quickly snatching the business card and keys and bolting out of the back door. He wasn't going to stick around to get chewed out. The managers would know what had happened, and honestly...oh god...Luke hadn't even thought of it. The bosses knew he had anger management issues, and video evidence of him actually damaging company property...oh god the story that could be told from that. Luke was screaming fuck in his head as he found the mans car, getting in and starting it, not even realizing any of the details of the vehicle as he pulled back up to the back door.
Post by Amagai Kuchiki on Jun 21, 2016 12:39:48 GMT -5
"Yes, yes I do owe you," The man acknowledged, staggering towards the car that Luke had pulled up. He opened up the back door, and took a seat in the backside, passenger side. The car was a blue 2014 Ford Focus, with, as Luke glanced down, strange red stains in random places in the car. Points of contact, mostly, where people would sit or lean against the car. It was almost certainly blood. Somehow, this didn't seem super surprising. Maybe it was because, at this very moment, the man in the back was bleeding all over the backseat.
"You identified the beast as a Hollow, does that mean you are aware of your destiny, Luke?" The man asked before bursting into a coughing fit. "You know of the power that lurks within your soul, that will give you the ability to fight monsters? To slay them, and protect humanity? Or should I go over that and clarify what I mean? There's a lot I need to explain, about you, about your powers, about The Legion, but I don't want to talk about things you already know."
There was also the pressing problem of Luke not knowing exactly where he was going. There was an address on the card, and a GPS in the car, but the address listed was in the Shizuoka Prefecture, about an hour and a half away. The card itself was a bit of an enigma. The Legion was printed in stylish font on the top of the card, as well as an address below it. No phone number was listed, nor was any other identifying information. Just The Legion and an address.
Have you ever had a moment where you just went "This is a bad idea"? Luke was having that moment. Again and again. Over and over. As he sat there, hands around the wheel, driving a car that had stains all over it that were most likely not tomato juice, he could feel that little part of his brain begin to hurt. He had no clue where he was going, following the directions displayed in the GPS like it was a lifeline. Honestly, all he was able to do right now was drive and try not to freak out and crash the car. So when the man in the back began to ramble, Luke responded in the only suitable fashion available to him.
"What the fuck are you talking about!?" He squealed. "Unless you've lost so much blood that you're incapable of seeing the picture here...I have no fucking clue what you're even going on about! Legion? Powers? I don't have powers! If I did I certainly wouldn't have tipped that fucking rack on the fucking thing! And Hollows? It's a Hollow! I can see ghosts, I know a thing a two, so what?" Luke shouted, doing his best to remain on the road and not crash and swerve into someone amidst his yelling.