Post by Mad Mike on Oct 12, 2011 1:52:59 GMT -5
Dodge, parry, quick-step behind and spinning forearm strike.
It had been some time since Maiku had been forced to start think ahead about his moves in a fight. Not for a long time. Not since his days back on Port Island... not since his days with-
"Woah doggy!"
A hasty dodge underneath a wildly flailing tongue of the floating creature behind him snapped him out of his little trip down memory lane, and he skipped back a few feet before rocketing forward to deliver a vicious swing of his guitar to send the thing shooting back like a missile, where it collided with another of the strange creatures that had just been picking itself up off the floor. Yet another was rapidly closing in from just at the edge of the ridiculously thick fog that blanketed the area...
"Haaa... " A sigh slipped out from the midnight haired fighter as he rotated his shoulder, stretching it out a bit, as it had become a little stiff swinging the deceptively heavy guitar around for quite some time now (minutes, hours? He'd lost track of time ages ago.)
"You guys are really annoying you know! He pointed the guitar at the group of 3 floating, tongue waving orbs. "I haven't even been in town for a friggin month and already I'm waist deep in fucking shadows! At least, " the hand holding the guitar dipped down slightly, I'm pretty sure that's what you bastards are... AGHH! And I can't even summon my persona any more! Not since we beat the ever loving shit out of Nyx anyways."
It was at this point in time one of the orbs shot forward to hopefully land a strike while he was busy ranting away, but was instead just grabbed by its tongue and flung back into the other two. "No! I'm ranting here, you guys sit there, shut up, and just roll over dead already!"
Earlier...
"Man, every freaking time!" A certain midnight haired man was standing around the electronics section of Junes, scratching his head and sighing in exasperation. "Every time I come and try to find the food court I always end up getting lost... It's like god wants me to always end up by these TV's..."
Another sigh, and Maiku turned his back and leaned against the wall right next to the largest TV the store had for sale, left uncovered by glass, probably as the display model. His black coat fluttered around his legs slightly as he rummaged around in its truly ludicrous number of pockets, eventually pulling out a cellphone and checking the time.
"Yep, afternoon. Which means the place is gonna be flooded with highschoolers just getting out of class and looking for a place to hang out, which means, there's not gonna be a damn seat in the food court when I finally get there, again!" he cried out as stood up suddenly and kicked at the ground with the toe of his boots (these badboys images.leatherup.com/imagesproc/41670_H_SH315_MW355.jpg)
After a few moments he sighed again, tossing his hands up in a sign of defeat before flopping backwards against the wall once more. At least, that was the plan.
Fate, on the other hand, had other plans for him, as he entirely missed the section of wall he had planted against before, and was headed straight for the overly large TV.
But the sisters of Fate weren't through with him yet, no sir.
"Wha-?!" For when he collided with the screen, instead of just possibly causing damage to the unit (easily paid for and replaced), he instead seemingly fell right through the damn thing, commencing an apparently monstrous fall through some truly mind boggling space.
"WHAT THE FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUOH GOD THATS THE FLOO-"
After what seemed like an eternity, Maiku finally collided with the floor, albeit not quite as viciously as he should have for the distance he seemingly fell. A few short moments later, he groaned and crawled his way to his feet, blinking away the blurriness that had drifted over his eyes like some thick haze.
Except it wasn't blur, it really was some stupidly thick fog. "Uhh... Buh? I... guess I'm not in Cansas anymore...Or even earth for that matter, I mean, everything is either fog or yellow..." He glanced around skeptically, and very futilely as the fog was unrelenting in all directions, not letting him see more than 10 feet around him.
"Wait... did... Did I fall through that TV back there? Oh come on. Every. Freaking. Time. I go to some new country, I find Tartarus and the Dark Hour. I go to a new town, and I get... THIS. God, you hate me don't you, you really, really d-".
A tongue. A large, slimy, truly vile tongue. That is what horribly collided with Maiku's back, sending him stumbling forwards onto the floor. And it had hurt.
Presently
"Well then? Round 36 bitches! LETS GO!"
[[GOD THAT WAS FUCKING LONG AND HORRIBLE TO WRITE. *dies in a corner now]]
It had been some time since Maiku had been forced to start think ahead about his moves in a fight. Not for a long time. Not since his days back on Port Island... not since his days with-
"Woah doggy!"
A hasty dodge underneath a wildly flailing tongue of the floating creature behind him snapped him out of his little trip down memory lane, and he skipped back a few feet before rocketing forward to deliver a vicious swing of his guitar to send the thing shooting back like a missile, where it collided with another of the strange creatures that had just been picking itself up off the floor. Yet another was rapidly closing in from just at the edge of the ridiculously thick fog that blanketed the area...
"Haaa... " A sigh slipped out from the midnight haired fighter as he rotated his shoulder, stretching it out a bit, as it had become a little stiff swinging the deceptively heavy guitar around for quite some time now (minutes, hours? He'd lost track of time ages ago.)
"You guys are really annoying you know! He pointed the guitar at the group of 3 floating, tongue waving orbs. "I haven't even been in town for a friggin month and already I'm waist deep in fucking shadows! At least, " the hand holding the guitar dipped down slightly, I'm pretty sure that's what you bastards are... AGHH! And I can't even summon my persona any more! Not since we beat the ever loving shit out of Nyx anyways."
It was at this point in time one of the orbs shot forward to hopefully land a strike while he was busy ranting away, but was instead just grabbed by its tongue and flung back into the other two. "No! I'm ranting here, you guys sit there, shut up, and just roll over dead already!"
Earlier...
"Man, every freaking time!" A certain midnight haired man was standing around the electronics section of Junes, scratching his head and sighing in exasperation. "Every time I come and try to find the food court I always end up getting lost... It's like god wants me to always end up by these TV's..."
Another sigh, and Maiku turned his back and leaned against the wall right next to the largest TV the store had for sale, left uncovered by glass, probably as the display model. His black coat fluttered around his legs slightly as he rummaged around in its truly ludicrous number of pockets, eventually pulling out a cellphone and checking the time.
"Yep, afternoon. Which means the place is gonna be flooded with highschoolers just getting out of class and looking for a place to hang out, which means, there's not gonna be a damn seat in the food court when I finally get there, again!" he cried out as stood up suddenly and kicked at the ground with the toe of his boots (these badboys images.leatherup.com/imagesproc/41670_H_SH315_MW355.jpg)
After a few moments he sighed again, tossing his hands up in a sign of defeat before flopping backwards against the wall once more. At least, that was the plan.
Fate, on the other hand, had other plans for him, as he entirely missed the section of wall he had planted against before, and was headed straight for the overly large TV.
But the sisters of Fate weren't through with him yet, no sir.
"Wha-?!" For when he collided with the screen, instead of just possibly causing damage to the unit (easily paid for and replaced), he instead seemingly fell right through the damn thing, commencing an apparently monstrous fall through some truly mind boggling space.
"WHAT THE FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUOH GOD THATS THE FLOO-"
After what seemed like an eternity, Maiku finally collided with the floor, albeit not quite as viciously as he should have for the distance he seemingly fell. A few short moments later, he groaned and crawled his way to his feet, blinking away the blurriness that had drifted over his eyes like some thick haze.
Except it wasn't blur, it really was some stupidly thick fog. "Uhh... Buh? I... guess I'm not in Cansas anymore...Or even earth for that matter, I mean, everything is either fog or yellow..." He glanced around skeptically, and very futilely as the fog was unrelenting in all directions, not letting him see more than 10 feet around him.
"Wait... did... Did I fall through that TV back there? Oh come on. Every. Freaking. Time. I go to some new country, I find Tartarus and the Dark Hour. I go to a new town, and I get... THIS. God, you hate me don't you, you really, really d-".
A tongue. A large, slimy, truly vile tongue. That is what horribly collided with Maiku's back, sending him stumbling forwards onto the floor. And it had hurt.
Presently
"Well then? Round 36 bitches! LETS GO!"
[[GOD THAT WAS FUCKING LONG AND HORRIBLE TO WRITE. *dies in a corner now]]