The Heart of a Mercenary -Actual RP-

Masamune Date sat lazily on his throne, which happened to be currently posistioned atop the diner Arashi had just left. "On my mark... Fire!" He ordered as thousands of guns fired at the boy below, snipers, rockets, missles, you name it, and it was fired. "Pow! HAHAHA!" Masamune laughed maniacally and finished the wine he had. "Apprentice, go!" He turned to his newest recruit and smirked, "Kill him slowly." He ordered before walking away slowly.


OOC- The apprentice is you Zacax. And Bk... excitement!

 

Masamune scoffed, "Pitiful... Absolutely pitiful." The leader glared at the ice and melted it in a mere three seconds. "Shuya! Show our recruit the ropes won't you? I'd like Arashi to be brought to me... alive. Infecting him with the virus will be far more enjoyable if he's alive." Masamune turned to the high ranking member and smirked.


"Don't fail me."

The one eyed dragon laughed before disappearing into the shadows.

 

-1 day later-

Masamune sat on his throne, a huge smile on his face. "Excellent work Shuya, I knew I could count on you... As for the new recruit... You failed me, and for that you get beaten for... hmm... two hours. Shuya... he's all yours."


Masamune stood up and walked over to Arashi, using his finger to make the younger boy stare him directly in the eyes, "Arashi... It's good to see you... I hope you considered my offer. I don't want to have to infect you. So please don't make me do so... Join me."

 

Masamune sighed, "You don't get it do you... This infection... is a blessing! It can turn the smallest warrior," He smirked as his eyes glowed red and his entire body grew and mutated, the sound of his bones snapping and growing echoed through the chamber, as the small figure of Masamune grew into that of a massive dragon monster. "I have the ultimate power, Arashi! Nobody can stop me! This is your last chance! Join me, so that we may be brothers in arms once again!"

 

Sniping. It was certainly one of Nicholas Traski’s favorite types of missions; the pandemonium created amongst an enemy from the sudden death of one of their members was something he could relish for days after, especially when the greater mission proved successful. But if there was one thing that he couldn’t stand about sniper operations, it was the long wait that inevitably came before the action. Though patience wasn’t exactly a virtue he liked to live by, he weathered it just to wait for the opportune moment to place his shot straight and true.

On this particular day, he was stationed in the cover of a mountainous rock face somewhere in France. He was roughly two hundred feet up a near vertical incline, which was accessible by only a single trail that ran steep up the side some two hundred yards away. He had been able to forgo that obstacle by levitating himself to his position, which functioned much like the balcony of a house, save for the solid wall of rock that served as his safety rail, as opposed to a wooden banister. Two hundred feet below his position, and about half a mile away, the forest at the foot of the rock face came to a clearing that was perfectly visible from where he was.

It was on that clearing that he held the aim of his rifle, his scope zoomed out for the time being as he observed the clearing in its entirety. This was the waiting he put up with, that period of making sure that his allies were able to lure the enemy out of hiding and in to the open. He wasn’t worried about whether or not they’d succeed though; his squad at long since developed a knack for feeding him the targets. It was just a matter of how long it would take, and how many casualties they might have suffered during that time that had Nick on edge. On this particular day, he had already been waiting for about an hour, which he found strange considering that the outpost they were assaulting was both small, and not too far away from where he was.

He was ready to start packing up when he saw the sign he needed to see: to his right, a lone figure ran through the clearing; through his scope he could see just well enough to know that it was his advance runner, who heralded the baiting team as they drew out the enemy. Quickly, he zoomed in with his scope, to get a more concentrated look, and provide better accuracy when he shot. Sure enough, a moment later, another group of people came running through the clearing and disappeared into the woods on the other end. They were followed, soon after, by a group of five guards that had been drawn out form the nearby outpost.

Nick’s action was swift and seamless. His scope came immediately onto the assumed leader of the guards. The trigger pressed in, and in mere seconds the man at the head of the enemy squad was shot, and came crashing to the forest floor. The men that had followed him in pursuit came to a flustered halt at their leader’s sudden death. They came to a halt, giving Nick the opportunity snipe down another one, that one that had apparently assumed command of the foursome. Immediately after this development, his squad by the clearing rushed out to deal with the remaining three. Nick, being done with his sniping mission, gathered his equipment and vaulted from his perch, floating safely down into the forest below. Operation Bloody Nose had commenced.​

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((I’m pretty sure that the shockwave was meant to be Arashi in response to to Masamune, seeing as Shuya doesn’t have elctrokinetic powers)).

From nearby Masamune’s throne, a guard suddenly moved, unconditionally throwing himself between Masamune and Arashi’s shockwave. A sound like the buzzing of power lines echoed briefly through the chamber as the guard was zapped. Instantly, his charred body fell to the floor. Light pounding steps across the floor heralded the cause of this sudden act of sacrifice as Setsuko Akira stepped from the wings of the throne room. “You should show more kindness towards your family,” she said, addressing both of them evenly. Her gaze fell onto Masamune. Calm yourself, she said, speaking into his mind alone just as clearly as she had spoken aloud. Control yourself. Anger and aggression will only drive him away.​

 

Masamune snorted, but his form slowly reverted back to normal, his armor shrinking along with it. However the sound of a chainsaw distracted him, "Damnit all! Apprentice! Did I not punish you? You are not allowed to fight back fool!" Masamune shook his head but returned to his throne. "Akira... my love, please throw my brother into the anti-ESPer cell, if he attempts to fight back I grant you permission to do what you want to get him to cooperate..."

He sighed loudly, "Now... APPRENTICE! Come here!"