Post by Mel “Tarine” Tomago on May 8, 2024 20:17:30 GMT -5
Throwing everything he had into one last frenzy against an enemy he created, Tarine felt his grip on his newly-enhanced strength fading as the shockwave of the clash washed back over him too- and unable to resist, light consumed his vision before his senses came back online to him being embedded in the walls of a still-smoking crater.
Slightly dazed and severely lacking in energy, his parasite-driven adrenaline high was beginning to peter off into a desire to close his eyes and let a future him worry about the numerous aches plaguing him... though before he could commit to anything, Tarine was jolted back to awareness by the claws of something digging in to his arms with a vicelike grip as he was forcefully dragged back to his feet and face to face with what could only be described as a furious ball of fur.
"Five seconds to explain what the hell you're doing!"
Taken off-guard a by the change in environment, his brain hastily moved to recompile what it had been working with and Tarine was left sputtering out whatever thoughts remained from the height of his battle fervour.
"I- I'm stopping her from destro..."
Far enough that he couldn't even sense her presense, the effects of Jagaimo's unintentional feeding of the more extreme end of his quirks had lessened enough his eyes were able to scan the crater he'd made out of a good chunk of the area.
"No... no... no... NO!"
Portobello was undoubtedly still in the mood to kick the crap out of the idiot who thought it was a good idea to wreck her livelihood in a bout of anti-saiyan violence before letting their rampage spill into the streets, but something about the seemingly genuine panic creeping into his demeanour gave her enough pause to at least let him go for the moment and see where this was going...
"Why did this happen? I was supposed to stop it! They wanted me to... she said she did it!"
Despite the uncontrolled spilling of... whatever was going through his head, the outburst continued along the same lines... or that was what Portobello could gather anyway- something along the lines of this crater not being the intent of the fight... which was a start if he was remoseful all of a sudden. But... this whole thing with his attitude was starting to give her odd vibes... what topic started him off to begin with again?
Whatever expression she was wearing at that point shifted a lot through the strange display of whatever was going through this man's head. Anger... disgust... suspicion... possibly even pity...?
At this stage it was something to be figured out in time, but for now all she could do is sigh at the predicament she'd been placed in.
"We'll talk about this... later."
Perhaps not wanting him to get another word in, or spurred on by the distant sound of sirens getting closer, with a quick motion of her hand, a pulsing white orb was produced and jammed into his exposed skin with no hesitation.
Tarine flinched as something burst against his skin, though whatever sense he could have made of it was quickly jumbled and obscured by a heavy mental fog as an overwhelming sense of lethargy overtook him. His body tried to move, only to stumble over itself and crumple into a heap of dead weight now in the arms of a very conflicted feline.
Portobello would be lying if this didn't feel like a decision that would bite her in the ass later. But with one last look over what used to be a pleasant spot of green in a heavily urbanised space, she sighed and moved to haul the body of the troubled redhead away before too many members of law enforcement arrived and ruined her chance of a remotely smooth escape.
Slightly dazed and severely lacking in energy, his parasite-driven adrenaline high was beginning to peter off into a desire to close his eyes and let a future him worry about the numerous aches plaguing him... though before he could commit to anything, Tarine was jolted back to awareness by the claws of something digging in to his arms with a vicelike grip as he was forcefully dragged back to his feet and face to face with what could only be described as a furious ball of fur.
"Five seconds to explain what the hell you're doing!"
Taken off-guard a by the change in environment, his brain hastily moved to recompile what it had been working with and Tarine was left sputtering out whatever thoughts remained from the height of his battle fervour.
"I- I'm stopping her from destro..."
Far enough that he couldn't even sense her presense, the effects of Jagaimo's unintentional feeding of the more extreme end of his quirks had lessened enough his eyes were able to scan the crater he'd made out of a good chunk of the area.
"No... no... no... NO!"
Portobello was undoubtedly still in the mood to kick the crap out of the idiot who thought it was a good idea to wreck her livelihood in a bout of anti-saiyan violence before letting their rampage spill into the streets, but something about the seemingly genuine panic creeping into his demeanour gave her enough pause to at least let him go for the moment and see where this was going...
"Why did this happen? I was supposed to stop it! They wanted me to... she said she did it!"
Despite the uncontrolled spilling of... whatever was going through his head, the outburst continued along the same lines... or that was what Portobello could gather anyway- something along the lines of this crater not being the intent of the fight... which was a start if he was remoseful all of a sudden. But... this whole thing with his attitude was starting to give her odd vibes... what topic started him off to begin with again?
Whatever expression she was wearing at that point shifted a lot through the strange display of whatever was going through this man's head. Anger... disgust... suspicion... possibly even pity...?
At this stage it was something to be figured out in time, but for now all she could do is sigh at the predicament she'd been placed in.
"We'll talk about this... later."
Perhaps not wanting him to get another word in, or spurred on by the distant sound of sirens getting closer, with a quick motion of her hand, a pulsing white orb was produced and jammed into his exposed skin with no hesitation.
Tarine flinched as something burst against his skin, though whatever sense he could have made of it was quickly jumbled and obscured by a heavy mental fog as an overwhelming sense of lethargy overtook him. His body tried to move, only to stumble over itself and crumple into a heap of dead weight now in the arms of a very conflicted feline.
Portobello would be lying if this didn't feel like a decision that would bite her in the ass later. But with one last look over what used to be a pleasant spot of green in a heavily urbanised space, she sighed and moved to haul the body of the troubled redhead away before too many members of law enforcement arrived and ruined her chance of a remotely smooth escape.
Thread Info
Tarine - 4,500 > 1,500 PL || Antisense off || Escalation (x3) deactivated
Portobello - 10,000 PL
Portobello arrives and hits Tarine with a Puffball (20%, 2KP, Exausting) for 2,000PL! He doesn't defend and is dealt 133% damage, being KOed instantly.
Items: None
Thread exit
WC: 643
Total: 10,941
Tarine - 4,500 > 1,500 PL || Antisense off || Escalation (x3) deactivated
Portobello - 10,000 PL
Portobello arrives and hits Tarine with a Puffball (20%, 2KP, Exausting) for 2,000PL! He doesn't defend and is dealt 133% damage, being KOed instantly.
Items: None
Thread exit
WC: 643
Total: 10,941