Bombs Away! (Litmus Test AT SPLIT)

Sesame arrived at the portion of Battle Island that Marci seemed to set up shop. Looking around, he could see she was in a pretty tough fight with the blue-haired Saiyan and that human who he had been in prison with. Maybe Marci did not need his help. But he still had something he wanted to do. And he needed payment for this whole mess. The best thing to do was to take advantage of the situation and gain as much leverage as possible. The payment he should ask for should be equivalent to her life. After all, he had the ability to swing the battle in any shape or form he desired. He is basically that much stronger than all the people here.

"You seem to be enjoying yourself, Marci." Sesame glanced at her and pointed. "I've decided my payment that I will take from you." He might have been subtle and talked to her in private but he'd rather make what he was going to do next very clear for all parties. "The Payment shall be you joining me. I ran into this little bounty hunter group, they gave me a good idea. In numbers alone, I cannot get some of my jobs done killing people hard when they got friends. So I want people on my side when I go back to killing. Money use to be so important to me? But now it is not worth as much. What's the point. It won't buy me anything I can't take. But I got something taken from me. I want people working with me. So my payment is that when I call you, you pay me back. Whatever it is your turn and help me. Once I find what I want, I'll use you to help me get that. That is my payment to help you finsh up this job." Sesame raised his fist. This was not an offer but a threat to Marci.



Wc:326
Sesame:80,000
Sesame trying to get Marci to help him in the future or else he gonna beat her up.
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Damage Meter:0/250
Kp:6/6
Mp:1/6

Matoto didn't get a reply, courtesy of Russ. The blue-haired boy's vengeance-fueled kick landed without contest, her 'ally' doing little to block it. Marrow grunted as she tore through the engine room's metal floor, crashing into a heap and taking a moment to catch her breath. At least her gambit had worked; Russ couldn't attack her full power, his incessant need to save people blocking him from making the objectively correct move. Seeing as no follow-ups came her way, the colorful criminal floated back up to witness the late arrival of Sesame. His instant assertive demands did little to phase her, Marrow glancing at the assassin with an unimpressed look.

"So you want competent allies to help your personal missions because doing it alone is inefficient. You decide that to achieve that, you'll try and coerce people into cooperation?" Marrow folded her arms, standing her ground as Matoto and Russ presumably fought in the background. "Why? That leaves you wide open to backstabbing and resentment. If you want to make a mutual pact where we help each other... that will ensure a more stable bond, would it not? Your battle power is too large for me to fight. You could stop me today if you wanted. How does that benefit your goals in the long run? Help me clean up the heroes here, and I'll help you to the best of my ability - in the name of continued cooperation in the future."

The Blue Haired Warrior called out for Yogu to run away, to escape he seemed to realize the battle was not in his favor. This was even more so with the warrior Matoto arriving. He was going to attack them, not Marrow of course. Sesame was still undecided of course, waiting to here the payment. Which was what he was having to deal with Marrow. Marrow pointed out a flaw with his idea, which was he was trying to force her to work with him. To get an ally in this matter, he was opening himself up to betrayal. But she seemed to also misunderstand what Sesame was looking for as well. Sesame was not doing this as equal's. She had attacked this place, Sesame could prob get a good amount of pay taking her out. She was a criminal, and maybe get some sort of pardon from the president. Beyond that, Sesame did not like that his deals was not being taken just outright.

"We are not equals, you need to pay me for me not to crush you. My own loyalty are to what is to my benefit. As you pointed out, If I ally with you in the matter I desire, you may betray me. You should of kept that to yourself." Sesame stepped forward. Ki swirled around his fist. "I'll finish your little job. But the explosion can also be your coffin. My terms were not and will not be negotiable." Sesame fist flared forward to meet with Marci's face or at least inches from her face. It was a warning. Sesame bloodlust radiated from his body as he stared the woman down. He was going to strong arm her, or he could bury her into the flames. "Well, should I let my fist travel a bit further. You seem quite injured, I got no issue with picking off wounded prey. I'll kill anyone for any reason. And don't try to lie to me either. I'm going to be listening keenly to your heart beat. Will you betray me when I strong arm you to my side or not?"



Wc:353
Sesame Transform into his Full Strength
Power:400,000
Trying to use
Technique Name: All Sounds
Description: Sesame has Superhuman Hearing allowing him to hear from a far distance, whispers of those near him and generally any sound that is somewhat close to. Requires Occ consent to hear anything like Whispers.
Using this to try to sus out if Marci will lie or not. Of course, they can still lie (And Sesame won't catch them) as this require ooc permission to confirm such a thing.
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Powerlevel:400,000
Kp:6/6
Mp:0/6
Damage Meter:0/250

This pain is excruciating, how long can he deny it's a losing battle and keep up the good fight? His brain signals pain across all of his sensory receptors and Russ is ignoring it, pelting his newfound challenger with non-lethal ki blasts with utmost fury and desperation. Every muscle tendon threatens to tear from the bone, and his joints are starting to work against him, begging Russ to stop working himself into overdrive and rest. All he can think about right now is Yogu and he sensed his energy leaving the battlefield, he didn't need any other confirmation to know he ran off to make a hasty retreat. This is great, with Yogu out of the picture he can focus on planning an escape of his own and bring back help, except the outcome is not feasible to pull off. Welp, he'll have to settle with fighting to the death and hope the bomb will accidentally get destroyed in the crossfire.

A part of him wondered if the outcome would've been different had he let Yogu take the fall, he would've had enough power to defeat Marci once and for all. However, it will be on his conscious to sacrifice an ally for the sake of the mission and he'll never forgive himself for it. Even if he used all of his power against the colorful mass murderer, one of her cronies will come down here to block and save her.

He'll have to put his faith in Yogu to make it out of here alive, by now he should have high-tailed it out of here by the time Russ deals with this unruly Saiyan. Russ momentarily stopped firing ki blasts and looked at Marci and the demon guy conversing in business. Looks like it didn't go well for the former as the latter powered up to breathtaking levels of strength and begins attacking the sociopath. A puzzled expression is the only appropriate action he could do right now in response to this unexpected turn of events.

Okay then...I didn't expect that. He thought as he watched the scene in disbelief. What is that famous saying? No honor among thieves? Russ will know not to piss this guy off should they run into each other again, which can happen sooner or later as he meets new faces all the time. He almost forgot about Matoto as he directed his senses back to his opponent, an ominous chill shivered down his spine watching his projectiles easily batted away by his bloodthirsty species counterpart.

Matoto snared Russ in a ball-shaped energy technique trapping the blue-haired hybrid in the confined spaces of the sphere. He struggled to break free and listened quietly to the Saiyan, he didn't appear to harbor any grudge for what Russ did to Marci and he intends to finish him off on behalf of her well-being. He was generous to settle for giving the hero an easy way out, implying he didn't have a crude side to his personality, how honorable. The volatile ball carried Russ away from him and the young man cast a generic ki barrier in the nick of time before the sphere explodes. It left Russ a soaking bloody mess, his pants cut and torn at the knees, thighs, and waist. Red liquid trickled down his face, forehead, and one of his lower forearms.

A hand covered the wound as he glared at Matoto, the move didn't knock out Russ as the guy hoped and the hybrid's determination rages on. "Trust me...you WANT to let me finish what I started...Marrow killed those civilians on the top deck of the ship and planted a bomb down here...I'm going to shut it off before it blows up Battle Island whether you like it or not." Revealing the true intentions of his mission and learning about his hybrid nemesis's real name..or is it an alias? He saved at least one of the people but the death of the others left him mentally scarred, he sensed another energy signature coming back and he hoped it wasn't Yogu's, and goddamnit it is! Russ watched him approach Marrow and the demon fighting and he exhibited an appalled and fearful expression. 'What the hell is he doing?' he thought, he didn't have time to worry about that now, he better have a solid plan or both of them are dead.

"You got a choice to make...either stall Marrow and save the ship...or fight me and lose this place....your call" He gave Matoto an ultimatum. While Marci or Marrow apparently is distracted dealing with Seasme and Yogu, Russ seized the opportunity and power up a flight aura and make a mad dash for a wall leading to the engine room and plows through it creating his own entrance. Russ saw the explosive device and rushed over and created a generic ki blade and cut away any hard liquid substance protecting its shell. He then reached for the core attempting to pull it out of its socket trying to end the threat once and for all.

Matoto had thought he had finished his opponent off, but surprisingly the man had lived. This made the saiyan raise a brow as he spoke about civilians and the like. The saiyan simply scratched his head as everything was going bat shit insane. They had some weirdo wanting to find a Fend, people spewing about innocences on an island named battle island and Marrow was already a bit strange to begin with. Sesame was threatening Marrow with violence, like that ever stopped someone from betraying someone at the first chance.

Though in the end, Matoto could tell he was not going to get what he wanted out of this. He had come here for a fight only to be disappointed. He really wanted to tangle with Sesame considering he was all huffed up and looking for a fight... but the saiyan knew that it would just get in the way of Marrows work. Whatever the case was, Matoto simply threw his hands up and sighed in defeat. This had been a very dull expedition into this accursed place. If Sesame was so hell bent on being a thorn in everyone's side the saiyan was half a mind to give em a reason to be.

Yet to be certain that Russ didn't survive or rather withstand another attack, Matoto turns around before charging another purple blast. Holding it until the last moment and firing it at Russ. With the blast fired, regardless of succeeding or failing the saiyan placed his hands behind his head with interwoven fingers while staring bored off into space.

"Alrighty Marrow, have fun here. I'm bored now. Good luck with that weird guy."

Matoto was half a mind to fart and make a joke about hearing that, however he decided against it. With one final yawn the saiyan started to head out. After all, it was clear the job was getting done regardless if he was here or not. Plus chasing fights was dull as hell, he didn't want to keep chasing people if they didn't want to fight.

This whole thing is chaotic to exaggerating degrees and luck is both on his side and also taunting him on his losing progress. The universe really does despise him for the simple fact he exists in this plane of dimension or it may not be a big fan of his bad jokes. Nobody came down here to aid both him and Yogu so luck is just being cruel right now. He figured Telepathy only works when others are willing to hear him out or it fell on deaf ears. He can't say he was surprised most people have a ton of self-preservation and all of them were not obligated to fight for a good cause in any shape or form, Russ is better off doing crime-fighting stuff alone, and maybe its better this way.

In all honesty, Russ could not fathom how his nearly dead husk of a body is able to make it inside the engine room at all, let alone stay conscious enough to find the bomb on the side of an old engine and get to work. He knew it was only a matter of time before Marrow and her scary henchmen figure out what he is up to, cut him down, and throw his torso into the vast depths of the ocean. Chopping away the Ink substance is the easy part, trying to yank the core from the middle of the outer shell without triggering an explosion is sweat-inducing difficult. He could just take a gamble and rip it apart saving him a considerable amount of time, but his scientific mind didn't allow it, curiosity and intrigue is about to consume him if he did not get his head in the game very soon.

The device itself is...strange, appears to be made from some kind of mystic technology and...magic? If Marrow created this bomb with unknown scientific variables he could not decipher nor come up with an answer in a short amount of time, then she must be a genius. Oh lord...they better not have THAT in common too, last thing Russ needed is an enemy with equal if not greater IQ in the brain. It's darn a shame their ideologies are polar opposites of one another, he is a crime fighter and she is a mass murdering terrorist. Russ would have loved to hang out and geek over all kinds of nerdy stuff and create projects with Marrow if she inclined.

Russ remembered Marrow told him the bomb would not be powerful enough to kill him and the other comparable fighters, suggesting the blast is weak and containable. In that case, why not solve it with brute force like he always did and destroy the bomb the old fashion way? Russ sensed Yogu's energy signature is fading away outside the entrance and a drop of sweat slithered down his face. What happened to the guy just now? Is the earthling dead? Or is he knocked out? whatever happened to him the poor guy never stood a chance against someone who could give Jackie a run for her money, he should have run away as Russ told him to, why didn't he listen? If he had a heroic bone in his body then Russ already knew the answer and appreciated him for not abandoning him in his time of need.

His situation dialed up to eleven as Marrow walked in behind him and leaned on the wall without his knowledge, her cold words trying to distract him from the mission. Sadly it didn't do much to deter him, he was already neck-deep in disarming the bomb. She is kind enough at least to give him time to destroy it but that means she is going to kill him right after he finished. With this in mind and time is of the essence, he can not afford to sit around and daydream about what COULD have been and ponder about Yogu, it is time to get rid of the one thing causing him the most stress in what should have been a peaceful night.

While she continued to talk, The blue-headed four-armed muscle man yanked the outer shell from sticking on the old engine, he tore the device in half and used his lower arms to crush both halves of the object in the palms of his hands including the energy core into pieces. as an added measure, he vaporized the remains with a quick energy ball discharge turning them into ash. Crises finally averted no more explosions, He would love to just go home, kick his feet on the couch and lick his wounds binging Nitflex but that is not happening anytime soon.

Assuming Marrow is still there he whipped his neck around to find her powered up for an attack. He sneered realizing the attack is amplified to inflict major harm against him if he doesn't do something fast. Using the last ounce of his energy, Russ used his right lower arm pointing two fingers, and quickly fired a point blank shot to disintegrate the bladed weapon hurdled toward him. He stood in triumph and for once victory is not out of his reach however, that joyous feeling of accomplishment is short-lived which he will soon discover. "Battle Island is not yours to destroy, I'm a crime fighter and I stop mass murdering terrorists like you, deal with it" it was simple as that, if she couldn't understand that then oh well.

Suddenly a familiar energy ball engulfed Russ and trapped him in place and levitate him away. "Huh? Wha-WHOAAA Oh Come on! Not this again!" expressing his frustration of dealing with more complications and failing to sense it coming from a mile away. Turns out that dumb ass Saiyan made his decision to impede the hero, after all. Russ should have known the guy will completely forgo the bigger picture for the sake of a fight. God... battle-addictive Saiyans are annoying as hell to deal with sometimes and unfortunately, Russ is one of them. In a panic, the blue Saiyan hybrid struggled to break out of his spherical prison before it explodes by punching the surface as his life depends on it, with no results.

The energy ball exploded sending his body in the air and slamming him back to the ground unconscious. Shell shocked stern yellow eyes fade back to their original soft green color devoid of life, the extra arms on his back dissipated, and finally, his rage-fueled wrathful transformation returned the user back to his original form.

All that remained is a broken knocked-out half corpse of a man who paid the price for helping people. He did his best to soften her up and he came up short over his lack of skill and recklessness, he may have disarmed the bomb and delayed the inevitable for now, It is up to the others to put down Marrow for good.

At least Sesame had enough wit to see reason, though Marrow didn't miss the Demon's temporary tension and directed aggression. The carrot on the stick so easily manipulated him. It didn't make her very confident in any future plans the assassin had; if Yogu was almost able to convince him with a desperate gambit, who knows what Sesame would fall for? The criminal grunted in affirmation at his request to keep the Earthling alive, leaving Yogu to his fate as she engaged with Russ. Surprisingly it was Matoto who joined in on the effort, shortly after the blue-haired boy smugly blocked her attack and declared more generic heroic filler.

Sparing a quick nod towards the other Saiyan, Marrow was honestly glad to see him leave, as he may not be a fan of what she planned to do next. "Thanks for the assist. Good luck in finding future battles." With that, she'd allow the man to leave unimpeded, turning back to the now still body of Russ. So much for stopping the mass murdering terrorist. She stepped closer, yet another dagger forming leisurely in her hands as Marrow stood over the boy's body. His destruction of the bomb meant nothing, his fighting abilities were abysmal, and he was dreadfully unfunny. Oh well.

With a quick thrust, she aimed to drive the inky blade into Russ' chest, vaguely aiming for his heart but uncaring if she missed. With all the wounds he had endured and her planned manual destruction of Battle Island, survival was impossible for him. Marrow rejoined Sesame, breathing ragged and posture slouched as the stress of battle finally caught up to her. "Is the swordswoman still insisting on a duel between her and the other Saiyan?" Annoying. "I doubt I can show my face topside without him going ballistic and trying to end me immediately. And it should be obvious, but I'll be of no help to your plans if he grievously injures or kills me."