@SamJaz: Dibs on Tennant.
Still try to avoid this kind of post, they only bring out conflicts
@SamJaz: Remember that the Offices were locked from the Control room as the Room didnt had energy. The door was closed because sheer weight and pressure, does your grenade function when the door is locked through weight and the engine is off?
In the case it does, the Office is a long room with hundreds of cubicles that now serve as breeding grounds for hundreds of GD divided in species, such as Dwarves, Goblins or Tanuki in the small league and up to Minotaurs and other big Mythical creatures, I leave the encounters up to you.
If anybody needs to ask something about a room just ask me through a PM or through here, so I can also describe if you find a particular monster (that you will after you post in the office)
Houzi moved as silently as a shadow, leaping over the lobby in the support beams of the ceiling. His agility was possibly unmatched by any of the Western or Eastern Myth Soldiers, but some of the GD could match him or even surpass him in sheer speed and agility. The Clone of the Monkey King swiftly arrived to the Main Dock door and with extreme carefulness he barely opened the door, which screeched softly out of rust and lack of lubrication. Houzi slipped through the opening that was held on place by his staff reduced into a short length and he removed it after passing through, leaving the door to close alone with the same sound. He just moved at least 10 tons with little effort, as his musculature was also in the top around the Myth soldiers, but still as we said, he wasn’t even in the same league as mid to high GD.
Once again, using his incredible dexterity and balance he climbed the wall of the Main deck, which was almost completely covered in darkness, except for sector in the left side of the dock were flashlights and reflectors shined cutting down the heavy shadows of this underwater complex. Houzi smiled, he was right, somebody had arrived and it was a ray of hope over this doomed facility engulfed in a stupid cold war. The Clone of Sun Wukong decided to leave the Main Deck and inform both sides so he started moving back from where he came, but unluckily he didn’t realized he was being…somewhat followed, by an automatic drone created by Kage, Dr. Shishido Assistant.
The drone picked up Houzi’s heat signature and Kage with an almost inaudible voice alerted the Doctor and the Mangetsu guards. They passed the information to Tsukimori that sent Ichigan to investigate. The Spirit Brawler focused his fighting spirit on his legs and with a mighty leap he reached the rusty support beams that shook loudly, getting the Monkey King Clone attention. –WHO THE HELL ARE YOU? - Both shouted pointing each other. The Mountain Slayer was climbing up the beam with only one hand while pointing his finger at Houzi with a dumb-funded expression, while Houzi, crouched on a nearby beam also did the same expression while pointing Ichigan. The Veteran Spirit Boxer was shocked at Houzi strange body type and movement, not to mention finding something alive. Houzi was shocked of watching a human jump so high, if Ichigan was even a human at all.
The Mountain Slayer managed to stand up on the beam, which was still a bit wobbly after he grabbed it to stop his momentum. As a trained brawler he shifted into guard the first moment he could, as Houzi was still relaxed and looking at him with a puzzled expression. The ear piece of the Seasoned Brawler rumbled as somebody was talking to him. –Stop, talk to him and bring him down.- Kuro-san voice had lost all the flair and charisma he displayed before they boarded the Submarine, he talked with a monotone tone, void of emotion, purely guided by logic. Ichigan Nagare wouldn’t obey such an order coming from any man, but Kuro-san was much more than any man he ever knew. Still with a bit of regret he lowered his guard and lifted his hands up, hoping that his universal sign of peace would be understood by the strange hybrid in front of him.
-I understand, I will not fight you and I’ll come peacefully to talk to your leader - Houzi body wasn’t the only thing enhanced, as his senses were also top notch. The only thing that he didn’t inherited from his genetic base was the mystical abilities. The Half Monkey King jumped down alongside Ichigan and walked towards the Mangetsu camp. This was the first time Houzi spoke with humans (even if Ichigan could be considered one) in ages, so he had to try to seem normal, for that purpose he planned to make an effort to remember the basic Japanese lessons given to him by the scientists and avoid using the words that slowly got altered through the time as slang created by the Myth Soldiers (or MS for Short.) In front of him a dozen of tents and more than 20 men and women working around the area. He walked past them as they looked at him with either fear, surprise or a mixture of both. The Mountain Slayer led the way into the biggest tent and inside a man in black clothing was sitting alone in a chair.
With an emotionless voice the man asked – Who are you and how did your kind survive? - Houzi was now sure that this man wasn’t from the military. He tended to trust his nose on these cases (meeting somebody new) and soldiers had a distinctive scent out of working with vehicles and gunpowder. Even Ichigan smelt like a warrior, with a mixture of sweat, blood and bloodlust. Yet the man in front of him was scentless, not a single odor or sensation could be felt from him, and it wasn’t as if he wasn’t there, it felt more like a bottomless void, an endless black hole that sucked everything around him and turned it into nothingness. This was the first time a human caused Houzi to shiver in fear, not even spectral MS or GD could match the darkness he could feel from this man.
The Half Monkey King weighted his options, reply or run away, but his decision was postponed as he heard the door of the Main Deck opening again, and even the humans around him heard the roars of the GD entering. Seemingly he couldn’t either escape or reply as everybody was taking battle stations. Ichigan grabbed his shoulder and with a big smile he said. –No time to talk! Is time to fight - Then he talked to Kuro-san. – I’m taking this one to help us; I’ll keep an eye on him boss.- And with that he left the tent with Houzi behind him, as whatever was his choice he needed to clear the exit route first and alongside the Spirit Boxer he charged forward against a group battle crazy minotaurs that surely saw him open the door and copied him. As they rushed forward Kuro-san received Hikaru, Shishido’s female assistant in his tent, as she brought preliminary scans about the complex and Houzi. With lifeless eyes he smiled devoid of happiness but with plenty satisfaction. This trips promised to be more fruitful than what he expected.
@Galenbeta: Yes, that's part of the problem, if I create an Alfheim profile, I'm going to have a lvl 1 character according to your rules, while you, upon a premise you only participate in already have a 20 lvl character that could easily rape all the other players if you dislike us, and the evidence proofs that you dislike most of us...
And also please use the Microsoft Word to write, I do it as well and it helps me get better posts and explanations out as I dont have to worry about the grammar mistakes.
@SamJaz: @Shadowchaos: You met him after years of getting told to clean up his game, he started as worse as our pal Galen here. I remember when I made my third thread "City of Lost Souls" a purely character driven thread about my original character Batsu after he got killed by Newdeath and then forcefully revived into innocent amnesiac that called himself Shiro. The thread was going smoothly with Shiro training under Fatalis wing and having a small brawl with Justice, but then Haseo suddenly showed up from nowhere, without even visiting the OOC and brought to small criminal city in a lost valley in Asia his whole space fleet and he declared he was searching for the Pandorra's Box (Grammar wasnt his forte). Totally out of left field... just as Ben Kenobi having a son would be XD