Treasure Island Adventure!

Subject: Treasure Island Adventure! Tue Jan 08, 2013 10:51 pm

The place was a pier. It was a sunny early afternoon. The salty ocean breeze blew through the area as seagulls flew overhead in the clear blue sky, cawing as they scavenged for a loose french fry or whatever else they could find. Sitting on a post was a young woman aged eighteen years. Her purple hair was a bit longer than shoulder length and blew in the wind as her red eyes gazed out over the sea. She wore a red tank top, black shorts and black combat boots with red socks. She also had a red jacket tied around her waist. Under it was a red belt with a pink pouch attached to it. This pouch held a device called a Linkrun.

Sitting in her arms was a small creature. A sort of baby fairy. She bore a resemblance to a panda bear with a mostly cream colored body, big brown eyes with pink markings underneath, pink blush stickers, puffy pink balls on the top of her head that are presumably ears, and a circular mark on her forehead. Chiffon wore a light blue diaper where her pink puffy tail stuck out and a white bib. She was reaching up towards the circling seagulls while cooing happily.

The girl, named Setsuna Higashi, looked behind her and frowned slightly.

"Where are they...?" She asked.

She was waiting to meet with two males as they had planned. One was named Dante and was her boyfriend. The other was named Dante as well. Yes, it's a bit confusing, but at least they were easy to tell apart. One had black hair and the other had white hair. The black haired one was her boyfriend in case you were wondering. Setsuna laughed a bit when she remembered meeting the other Dante. How shocked her Dante was...

But back to the matter at hand. The shop owned by the white haired Dante, called Devil May Cry, was running low on funds. And Chiffon had stumbled upon a map in one of his bookshelves. A treasure map. And it pointed to an uncharted island not far from where they were. So they all agreed to go to this island and find and split the treasure. Setsuna had the map in her pocket, and all that was left was to wait for the two Dantes to show up so they could depart. Chiffon's attention shifted from the seagulls to the sailors working on the pier and the people walking by. It seemed that she was looking for them, too.

"Kya...?" She said in her baby talk.

"Yes, I'm wondering too..." Setsuna replied.

Subject: Re: Treasure Island Adventure! Thu Jan 10, 2013 8:31 pm

~One-night before~

The smell of rotting food, garbage sprawled across the ground, animals of canine and feline ran about. The only other signs of life being the worthless scum, selling their powdery substance to whomever which took an interest in the disgusting gathering of mis-colored solids. Still, the nasty place seemed fitting for the location being a simple city. This was just one of its many alleyways, and surely there would be more than this. There was a door that lead to the side of a large building, a dim-lit lightbulb screwed in just above where the top of the door's rectangular frame would be located. Every now and then, its white-yellowish glow would black out for a small moment, before coming back to life, creating the sense of a light stereotype of what one would call 'the hood'. There was a car parked against one of the walls, or rather torn up, and thrown into a place with which nobody would have any hopes of locating it. Most of the car was missing, only the basic metal plating of the outside, supported by tiny stilts, suspending its metallic frame from touching the ground. The wheels, missing, the steering wheel, gone, radio, unattending, only the case remaining. Even the very metallic case were rusted over from old age, one could stifle a guess this malformed vehicle had been here for some time. A small group of young men walked by, laughing, joking to themselves. One just had to point out the mobile, and began to pick up rocks, stones, small metal objects, anything he could gets his hands on, and began tossing it towards the immobilized scrap metal. Each of these objects striking in random spots across the side whether it be the door, windows, even some missing and landing atop of the car, the strikes ending their small flight journey with a loud obnoxious clanking sound, what one would depict if something of that caliber were thrown at a hollow, metal object of this size.

Another young man approached, this one much different from the others. Where others would be scruffy, he would be clean, where they had a loose sense of style, he had an odd one. The white dress shirt he wore upon his upper body opened about his chest as it were unbuttoned, revealing a muscular frame seen on rather strong men. That same white shirt being tightened to his chest due to the outside black best worn over it, three buttons going across the abdomen so it were secured but appearing rather tight for somebody his size. Both these articles having sleeves which extended to the tips of his fingers, nailed carved neatly across the tips even so that they appeared more like ten tiny daggers awaiting to skewer their prey given the circumstance. The cuffs were separated, a bit unorthodox, he knew this, but as it were tightened once, he tore the sleeves apart by accident, forcing him to purchase another two articles of clothing. Something he did not like to do, and caused him a large amount of anger, rage built up like stacks of paper only adding another few pages to that thousand page book. The black collar tightly secured around his neck gave a slight semblance of rebellion, clear signs of not being one to be bossed around. Closer inspection led to the notice of his red leather pants, secured across the back of both knees by a small loop, and a belt which connected to both legs. Another odd sortie to an odd person. Each pant leg dropping down so far as to the bottom-most point of his ankles, just enough to show a pair of black, rather shiny looking dress shoes, strapped to both of his feet, leaving no visible appearance of socks or inner wear though it would be silly if he were wearing none at all.

Other than his articles of clothing, his body was built lean and muscular, expressing such through the opened collar of his shirt. His waist being no more than a foot think, biceps being approximately six and a half inches as well as his forceps being near six inches, in perfect symmetry to both of his arms. His pectorals were much larger, being more than a foot thick from one side to the other, leading up to a somewhat smooth neck being near, if not just below half of that. His eyes were a sparkling, but dark yellow, contrast to his bright red head of hair, but did seem in somewhat harmony to his appearance. His legs, also built the same as the rest of his body, being near the same width as his arms but an inch thicker, this was normal as most people do have larger legs than their arms, unless they walked on their hands every day.

And right on the sight of this passerby, the group laughed like hyenas. The one throwing the rocks pointed and laughed harder, tilting so far back that he nearly stumbled, forcing him to lean back against a nearby wall of a large, brick-filled building. The red-head had his head down and hands to his sides, continuing to walk, yet one of the small group stepped forward and blocked his path. This man was also large, much bigger than the red-head. Dark skin of appearance, unkempt hair, leather jacket and trousers, the jacket open and no shirt underneath. But he had more gut than muscle, looking a bit fat. This amused the red-headed man, knowing this person had the stones to step in his path without moving. He was so concentrated on how to get this piece of lard to move that he had not heard the minor talkings of one of the strangers, which were still attempting to catch their breath from laughter. It made him a bit rude not to answer, and the talker took some sort of challenge into it, his brain only functioning in the essence of a brawl. But his only action was placing his hand upon the red-heads right shoulder, pulling as if to turn him around, while his other hand were raised and balled up into a fist. But as the red-head turned around, a clockwise direction, his own fist were raised, his right arm pivoting forth in a straight motion which collided with the very unintelligent man's face, blood flying from his lips in response. And then he hit the ground with a thud, ceasing to move, an instant knockout. The red-heads lips curled into a smile as he turned back around to face the fatter male, swatting him across the side of the face with the back of that same hand, a horizontal motion which sent the man flying without effort. The end was the same result, blood oozing from his face, and he was not moving. The latter of the group yelled out and cursed, but fled without daring to piss him off any further.

Now the area went quiet, the only beings left standing were the red-head, and the two men on the ground, clearly unconscious with no hopes of waking up anytime soon. The red-head retained his frown and wiped his hand against a wall, the red liquid smearing from his fingertips onto the wall, not completely getting rid of its sight but as his hands fell into the depths of his pockets he imagined it would no longer matter, he even pondered why he would feel the need to wipe them off in the first place. Before continuing to walk down this lonely place, he gave one last look at the two of the gang he had just sent running, and scoffed, and without further a word he departed from this lonely, god forsaken place, being more god forsaken with the appearance of the man. He walked a route which lead him down toward a dead end, clearly his destination. He passed by the door, each step making a soft sound of shoes against cobblestone.

*Clonk, clonk, clonk.*

He passed by that same door he had seen moments before his encounter, or to his own humor more like the smallest amount of scuffle the world's smallest ant could provide, with pincers not even strong enough to pinch the cheek of a newborn infant. As he walked by, the light overhead exploded with a tiny crash, what was once light now became pitch black as this scene faded away into darkness... He walked in this nothingness for what seemed like several minutes, only able to see so far as his arm could reach, just enough that he could avoid any walls. Ahead he saw what looked like an ongoing horizontal row of red lights which formed letters, and given the short distance he was from it he saw it as what he was looking for. Quietly, he spoke to himself in a whisper, contemplating the thoughts of his next actions.

"Devil May Cry..."

He halted in front of those letters, the same blinking he had experienced from sight of the lightbulb being on those blinking crimson lights, a pink frame bordering the letters to an excellent detail that he simply had to admire. He could not see through the windows without risking considering himself a stalker, not that he could in the first place as curtains masked him from being able to do so anyway. Add that only to the darkness of the night, and it was impossible. No sun were there to make those cloths any transparent, they were solid enough to keep him from looking inside. Quietly, he stepped forth one more time, and once more until he was just at the large doors which lead to the famed Devil Hunter's office. His right hand scrambled about in his pocket in search of something, his fingers meeting the pointy edges of an envelope sent to a certain address. The subject was absent, the label missing, how he had found this in his pocket he knew nothing of, but it was there and all he could see was a series of numbers which he had tracked to this very building, following with three rather self-explanatory letters: DMC. No addresser was signed, he even considered this to be some unknown form of magic that he had had this thing in the first place. Many times before this moment, he had attempted to rid himself of this item. Throwing it away, burning it in the palm of his hands, crushing it under his shoes, even making an animal ingest it. Each time he found a new replacement in the same pocket, much to his own frustration. Without further a thought or hindrance, he opened the large doors a crack, just enough so that he would step inside...

Nobody was there. There wasn't a sound, he could barely see a thing. For a moment he had to feel his way around as the door slammed with a shut behind him, startling him for the smallest fraction of a moment. Why should he be scared? He had faced many Gods before, surely somebody like him could handle a ghost or two? He did believe in the afterlife, after all. He continued to walk, a subtle stride given to his best attempt at remaining completely silent, which to his dismay sounded rather loud against the wooden floor. The place, though, felt as if it were much cleaner than what it had been made out to be. People described this place as musty, as if weeds were growing through the floor or something weird like that. Yet it looked rather pleasant, the red-head finding himself thinking optimistically for the first time in quite a long time. He felt the grip of fatigue accompanied by his tiredness by the night air sweeping across his yellow hues, leaving him to put some force of effort to keep them open and not from passing out in this total blackout. That was when his concentration failed, and he began falling forward. It caught his attention for a moment, but yet he landed on something that felt like a couch, three segments apart. Confused for a moment as to what was going on, he stood up, dusting himself off. The couch was dirty, he now understood why others would make such nasty remarks about this shop, but it seemed rather distasteful to hate a place just because the couch is a little old.

That was when he had noticed something odd. The envelope he had in his hands a moment before was now missing, he couldn't help but feel a bit relieved, even checking his pockets to make sure it had not done its magic trick once more. It was nowhere to be found. Something gripped at him from the inside, as if its disappearance meant something of importance, but with nothing to do about it the only option he found possible was leaving this place. His hands slipped into their pockets once more as he began heading for the door, but paused for a moment as his ears picked up the faint traces of sound. Snoring, as if somebody were sleeping up the staircase in one of the rooms upstairs. He dared not climb those steps, only raising his voice to a volume that which even the most tired man could hear.

"You must be Dante....."

His voice was tired from all of the walking he had to do just to get here, but his mission was clear. Something told him he was to meet this famous Devil Hunter in person, even if it meant the discovery of his own Orochi blood, and the Devil Hunter were to attack him out of mere instinct. Yet he found himself able to talk loud enough that his voice echoed from the roof, quite possibly a direct result of his vocals being low in tone, something odd-sounding of a person his age.

Subject: Re: Treasure Island Adventure! Fri Jan 11, 2013 2:50 am

In a dimension were there was no sun and no moon large fragment of all kinds of random things like buildings, iron gates and metallic like rocks levitated all over the place and souls of the defeated and dead soldiers hovered and floated all around Astral Chaos since they could never escape into the afterlife all they could do was wander endlessly. The atmosphere of Astral Choas felt different somehow as if someone who was now no more than a nightmarish memory was about to come back. Unfortunately someone who was gone for almost a thousand years was coming back into existance though it was never truly gone just scattered into fragments. The fragment of the cursed sword soul edge had been made whole once again bringing back the flames of hatred the one who's name was Inferno he took a fiery composite appearance but his head has taken on a half-dome shape and has developed hardened limbs with claws and two-toed talons with electricity surging around them. his flames are a green color, he has Metallic Feet, Metallic Shin Guards, Metallic Armor, Metallic Gauntlets and Metallic Skullhead. the metallic armor has the appearance of an exposed rib cage and spine. Inferno grabbed the cursed sword that was planted in the platform and jumped down from the platform taking him to earth in the present time.

"meanwhile in the present time in earth"

A beam of light appeared from the sky and aimed towars what seemed to be a pier. As he was getting closer to the ground the fiery composite was at an angle to where it looked like he was diving, Inferno did a flip to where his feet was facing towards the ground so he could land. The fiery composite landed on the ground he took no damage from his free falling as the beam of light made a soft landing for him he looked up and turned his head from left to right to scan his surroundings as he landed at some sort of pier he then got up and growled loudly since he was not capable of speach the growl had a demononic sound to it as if saying he has returned. he turned around to see if anyone was behind him, he then saw a young woman and what seemed to be some sort of fairy in her arms he had never seen a human like her with a fairy since Inferno was unable to make facial expressions he just looked at her as his wrathful flames burned greatly with insanity, hatred, madness, and death.

Subject: Re: Treasure Island Adventure! Tue Jan 15, 2013 2:38 am

A scream echoed thorough the area as a man was held up by Yoko Kurama. Red roots were wrapped around the fox demon's right arm and a mouth with hundreds of razor sharp teeth was snapping at the man and Yoko squeezed the man's throat.

"Now then, where is this treasure island?"

Yoko slammed the man against the wall and the mouth started drooling and it's acidic saliva melted the ground making the man panic more.

"Y-you can only f-find it if you have a m-map... I-I have a map that shows where y-you can find it. L-let me go and I'll g-give it to you."

The fox demon sets the man down and he reached into his pockets and handed the bandit the map. The plant wrapped around his arm known as the Death Tree lunged at the man ripping his face off and devouring it. The flailing body make Yoko smirk as the Death Tree went to devour it. The tree vanishes and Yoko opens the map and looks at it.

"Shit, this looks like it was drawn by some fucking retard. I better find a boat."

With a sigh, he puts the map in his pocket and turns to look at the beam of light at the pier and saw something that looked something straight out of Demon World. He notices the young woman at the pier and sees the thing that appeared from the beam of light looking at her. The fox demon figured he was gonna do something to her, but he didn't care. He was more focused looking for a boat.

Epic Posts : 50 Join date : 2012-07-31 Location : Spain

Vega leaps onto the nearby wall and readies his claws to attack his opponent, the Interpol agent Chun-Li.

"Soak in your blood!"

He dashes past the Chinese agent a couple times, slicing her up a couple of times.His attack would only look like flashes of light to the human eye, but that was the beauty of his move that he calls The Bloody High Claw. With a groan and spurts of blood from her wounds, Chun-Li collapses and Vega lands next to her. The Spaniard chuckles as he removes his mask and looks at her unconscious body.

"How disappointing. I expected more from you."

Vega notices the blood on his claws and he licks the blood off them slowly to savor the taste.

"Mmm, sweet as always. Until we meet again, my beauty."

A rose appears in his hand and he tosses it at her and it lands on her chest as he walks away. He removes his claws and reaches for the briefcase he had left on a stoop and he puts his mask and claws away and closes it. He was wearing a white dress shirt that was unbuttoned showing his snake tattoo and a pair of dark blue jeans that got torn up in his fight with black and white sneakers. His long blond hair was a mess and he brushes the hair away from his face with his hand and picks up the briefcase.

"I suppose I should go home. Wait a minute…"

He spots a familiar silver haired man with fox ears and white clothing. Vega leaps beside the fox demon and puts his hand on his shoulder.

"Hello, Kurama. Seems like you have stopped playing human."

Of all the people he has fought, Vega considered Kurama to be his rival in both beauty and strength. However, he had respect for the fox demon since he considered his way of killing graceful just like his own. He looked at the beam of light and looked at the skeleton thing.

"So ugly."

Subject: Re: Treasure Island Adventure! Thu Jan 24, 2013 3:37 am

The smell of blood filled the air and Yoko turned to see the narcissistic Spaniard approaching. He found it odd that he wasn't wearing his trademark mask since he claimed no one is worthy of beholding his beauty in person.

"Hello, Vega. Seems like you are still the same bloodthirsty lunatic."

He didn't pay any attention to the skeletal demon that caught Vega's attention and took out the map and showed it to the Spaniard.

"Do you know the area around here? This map is supposed to show where a treasure island is…"

Subject: Re: Treasure Island Adventure! Thu Jan 24, 2013 10:35 am

The young male was asleep at his desk. Both feet placed on the table. However for once, Dante was not wearing his boots. He was wearing a pair of socks. One having a hole in the left sock. He seemed to be at ease, relaxed and rather happy. The male finished a round of demon slaying from the night and all he wanted to do was rest up. The male seemed to be dreaming. There was a smile on his face. Dante seemed rather happy anyway. Whatever his dream was, he seemed to be enjoying it. Light snores came from him as he rolled over on his side, letting his feet drop on the floor. He was a heavy sleeper. A very heavy sleeper.

"Merf..." He grunted as he rolled to his side. He sworn he could heard a voice. Maybe it was just in his dream. After all, you could hear strange things while you dream. He rubbed under his nose as he gave another yawn, emitting some huffs from his mouth. Whatever he was dreaming, he seemed to be enjoying it every much. Whatever was Dante dreaming? Ah well. Who cares. Though, someone was near. Someone in his shop. A hot babe maybe?

Or was it a demon? Opening one eye, Dante looked up at whoever was in his shop. His focus was blurry for a moment. He slowly blinked, giving a massive yawn, stretching his arms out.

"Eh... if you are lookin' for the bathroom, it's to th' right, next to the vendin' machine." Shaking his head, he slide off his feet off the desk as he pulled his gloves on his hands.

"Don't get messing with my stuff, okay?" He asked. He sits up as he waves his hand a bit. Something occurred to him. How did this person know his name. Grabbing his coat, Dante walked over to the male as he was pulling his coat onto his body.

"How did you know my name?" He asked.

Huffing a bit, he looked rather annoyed. Dante crossed his arms, glaring at the male.

"Just who in the hell are ya and why are you here?!" He pulled out Ebony and Ivory, amining Ivory at the male's head.

"Make it quick. Are you workin' for Mundas? Or are you just some random by stander who is lost? Hopin' for the latter."

Dante seemed rather annoyed as he closed his eyes. He snorted softly, flaring his nostrils in annoyance. He lowered his gun as he flipped it in the holder on the back of his coat. He flopped down on his old and beaten leather sofa.

"C'mon.. spit it out."

Subject: Re: Treasure Island Adventure! Thu Jan 24, 2013 9:57 pm

"Run... Run!"

She ran as fast as her feet could carry her, looking behind herself to check for some unknown threat. The young woman had long blue hair tied into loops on the sides of her head by yellow ribbons and reddish brown eyes that were wide with fear. Her leotard like suit was a bit skimpy, only covering her pelvis and chest. And the belts crossed over her breasts just barely did their job. The suit had large black shoulders and puffy white sleeves that covered her arms. Completing her outfit were knee high black stockings with black belts on each thigh and around her neck, and wide ankle boots colored black, white, and blue.

This female appeared human, but anyone who saw her would swear that she wasn't. The reason for this being that she also had wings and a tail. The wings were different colors, the left one light blue, and the right one green. The tail was black and also had a yellow ribbon tied around it. It was true that this girl named Dizzy was not fully human. In fact, she was half human. Her other half of her heritage was a race of biological weapons known as Gears. But with her extremities, she could easily be mistaken for a demon, which was the cause of her trouble.

Dizzy came to an alley and ducked into it. She leaned over and panted to catch her breath, convinced that she lost the one who was chasing her. At that moment, her wings began to morph. The green one taking the form of a Grim Reaper, and the light blue one taking the form of an angel. These wings were Dizzy's Systems, and they had a life of their own.

"Hmph! Who does that man think he is?!" Exclaimed the Grim Reaper wing, named Necro. "Snatching up the unique ones. Now if it were humans, I'd understand, but not the ones with actual power!"

"Now now, Necro." Chimed the Angel wing, named Undine. "Abduction is wrong, no matter who is abducted. Like that poor boy who was taken..."

"Bah! He had a sword!" Necro snapped. "He couldn't defend himself, so it's his problem!

"Necro! That man was powerful! did you not see his abilities?!" Undine shot back.

"That boy--"

"Stop it, please!" Dizzy cut them off before the arguing started. Both wings looked at their host.

"The guy that got captured... I have to help him."

"WHAT?!" Necro spouted in disbelief.

"That's good, Dizzy." Undine said with a smile, which earned her a dirty look from Necro.

Dizzy walked out of the alley and looked up at the building she was next to. The sign read "Devil May Cry". the half-Gear tilted her head curiously.

"Devil May Cry?" She said, reading the sign aloud.

"Ha! Devils never cry. Look at me! Have I ever cried?" Necro said proudly.

"Oh, shut up!" Undine said in a huff.

"Both of you, settle down!" Dizzy said, somewhat forcefully. "I hear voices from inside the shop. You'd better hide."

"Alright." Undine said agreeably.

"Fine..." Necro said grudgingly.

With that, both systems returned to looking like regular wings. Dizzy slowly opened the door and stepped inside the shop.

"H-Hello?" She called out hesitantly.

She eventually came upon two men talking amongst themselves. One of them seemed apprehensive of the other, who was a total mystery.

"I don't know what this place is, but I hope someone here can help me find that man and the guy he took..." Dizzy thought.

She chose to let the conversation between the two males finish before she stepped in.

Subject: Re: Treasure Island Adventure! Mon Jan 28, 2013 10:28 pm

~Justified Journey of the Young.~

Wistful sounds of chatter, vehicles and laughter filled the night skies of this nameless city. Normally, it was pretty active during this time of days when business usually becomes active 24/7. For what reason did it allure the famous Armamentalist by the name of Cirque D'Ciel by any chance? Maybe because he decided to take a break of fighting and started to visit this city in order to have fun for himself; it's been an awful long time since this boy ever decided to settle down and do this that doesn't require trading blows with his opponent. People such as Shale may find this boring, but Cirque was enjoying every last minute of this opportunity of a lifetime.

Instead of wearing his casual clothing; the male was donning something different during this time. He was basically wearing a set of plain clothing to this occasion: A plain and totally clean white T-shirt, along with some cyan colored shorts that had pockets to spare, along with a belt that came with the shorts itself. Last but certainly not least, the male was wearing plain black sneakers. Since the boy wasn't looking for a fight, he decided to wear this attire to show that he was off duty. If people that he know tried to ask why he's wearing it, then Revolento will most likely tell them.

Our story starts out with the male who was just leaving a classy theater after watching a fantasy movie that happened to be popular during this season--He wasn't really thrilled by the content, but it could have done better. "Ahh, this soft drink taste so amazing. I never thought that soda drinks were this delicious, though it can't compare it's natural taste with my personal favorite: Water!" The boy happily stated, continuing to drink to his heart's contend. As soon as Cirque decided to take a long stroll around this said city, he heard some sort of groaning in the background. At first expectations, the Armamentalist would have think that it was some drunk person who is currently coming back after an Oktoberfest. However; this groaning seemed a lot different, it sounds more like agony than intoxication. With this, the male quickly threw his drink to the side and rushed over to where the groaning was coming from. "Oh dear; I hope this person isn't truly injured." The male said within his thoughts, picking up the pace until he eventually found a bleeding woman. It was worst than he thought.

"M-Ma'am, are you alright?" Said the boy, not getting any reply from the strange Chinese-clothed woman. Looks like she passed out from a fight she was previously in. From the looks of her battle scars, he could tell that whoever done this to her was wearing a claw-like weapon. Revolento has one as well--a cursed weapon to be exact--Although, the male hardly use it for anything outside of battle. The authorities may claim that Revolento may have done something to her, but since his claws are pretty much clean... There was no possibility to prove this theory. But enough of that, it was time to check if she was still alive. Cirque placed his non-cursed hand on her neck to check if there was still a pulse... She's still active. Thank goodness. Without a second to lose, the male was engulfed into a small shroud of light that vanished into his body in order to pulsate his magic for what he is going to do next-- This sort of technique was known as Life Fource. Placing both of his hands on the female's stomach, Cirque released a portion of green energy into the woman's body. Spontaneously; the woman's wound were quickly healed in seconds while waking her up from being unconscious. The woman was saved, Revolento was glad to actually stop from whatever he was doing to help this mysterious woman out.

After the woman got up from the ground, Cirque explained that he was the one who healed her from the wounds she gained from her last battle. It seemed awkward that a random stranger with magic came to her rescue, but she was thankful regardless on what kind of power he possessed. She introduced herself by giving off her name and occupation. Her name was Chun-Li; a member of the International Criminal Police Organization who was currently tracking down the whereabouts of Shadaloo along with it's sister organization by the name of Shadaloo Intimidation Network [S.I.N.]. With this kind of information, Revolento was immensely glad that he helped a member of the authorities. When the boy asked who attacked her, she gave off information about a man by the name of Vega; a member of the said organization who she was currently following up to this day. With this, the boy had to be on the lookout of this 'Vega' person and bring him to justice whenever he can. It may seem a bit easy since Vega didn't sound like a total threat, but he can't judge a book by it's cover. As Chun-li thanked the male, she asked if the boy wanted to come to a nearby police department to further her investigation along with him. Cirque was without-a-doubt eager to join. He will do whatever it takes to bring Shadaloo to justice.

...

So; is the majority of you expecting that Cirque is going to be a part of this journey? Well; he is, but... there's /ANOTHER/ person that I have brought just for this occasion.~

~Journey of the Tenacious Psychopath~

Up beyond the city streets, 5 miles high to the point where the highest building was a giant skyscrapper; a man stand above a city that he'll soon consume to his own liking. Fueled with the essence of nightmares that flows within his veins, the male sways his tail while giving off a awfully adorable purring sound. His clothing was waaaaaaay too familiar to miss: a purple hat with a bullet hole that the werecat used as an eye hole, along with a insignia that was licensed as the Golden Killer's logo. He also possessed a large trench coat-like purple jacket that covered his entire body from head ALL the way to his ankles; the jacket contained a large belt that was strapped on his arms. The reason for this being there was unknown to anybody, including his allies. Within the said jacket contains a large futuristic weapon that is known as the Beam Rifle; a destructive weapon with harnessed light energy that is used to pierce through objects that is too tough to break easily. That weapon was previously owned by his deceased partner that he murdered years ago. The next of his attire was nothing more that violet baggy pants, a colored scarf with the colors of... you guessed it! Purple and Violet. Last but not least, he had shiny purple boots that glistened in the moon light. It had no other features other than completely covering the male. What did you really expect from that?

His arms were folded while watching these petty fools going on with their regular business as he thinks to himself-- "One day, just one FUCKING day; I will conquer these disgusting humans and shape this world into my eternal liking." His voice sounded high, but that was because most of his characteristics was from an average house cat, along with monstrosity and strength of a tiger. Higher beings with extraordinary powers look down at him as if he was nothing more than a pet, the majority of beings that were weaker feared him to the point that they didn't want to upset the werecat... or approach him in that matter. He slightly opened up his jacket and took out a cold bottle of his beloved drink: Vodka; a typically heavy alcoholic drink that was pretty much this feline's power source when it comes to qualified drinks such as this. Sure, he may drink other things than just Vodka alone; but he couldn't go against what he grew up with. "Damn; that's some tasty stuff." He cooed, throwing the bottle off the building--hitting a unfortunate vehicle in the process. It was't his problem, because this cat was awesome like that.

His intentions wasn't just to take over the world; instead, he was planning to do something less productive than usually going after whoever he needs to kill from time to time. He overheard from his lower adversaries that some woman had a map to unimaginable riches, something that fits the bill to the amazing future overlord that will take the entire world... nay, the universe by storm. With this information currently stored within his intelligent mind, the werecat's smile grew 3 times when he finally had a motive to sought out this island and take the riches to himself. All he needs now is to find a map to take for himself: The woman that he was told about had that sort of map, so he had to take it. While he was currently thinking, his henchmen who could be easily mistaken as plush toys were illuminated by the moon's glowing light; revealing their beady eyes that were veiled in darkness. They were also excited that they get to have their share of treasure... Though it wasn't like he was going to give it all to his workers. It's his money and he need it now. "Alright boys and girls, it's time for your favorite robin hood to take from the rich and keep whatever I get for myself. Kehehe...~!"

As the moon shines on the werecat as well, his illuminated yellow eye pierced through the night sky like a burning star that was ready to hit earth at any second. Jumping off the skyscraper, along with his company who few were going to follow him on foot, the cat hollered out into the city--

"THE WORLD IS MY OYSTER AND IT WILL BELONG TO NOBODY OTHER THAN ME!"

"POISON CLAW JANGA IS BACK, BABY~! KYAHAHAHAHA~!"

As soon as the male almost reached ground level, the male activated his levitational powers and burst off through the neon-populated city streets while avoiding or destroying traffic lights and sign post that were in his way. Winged beast soon followed his location as they too were a part of Janga's army, along with the few that were catching up by foot. Janga was without-a-doubt going to take this treasure if anyone likes it or not. Those who try to obstruct his way to riches will have to deal it with his infamous weapon that were the Poison Claws. His laughter can be heard echoing throughout the city streets like a plague, it's going to be one hell of a night with this malicious werecat coming back from the World of Dreams once more. Whoever who was unfortunate enough to cross path with this wild hell beast will more than likely end up dead, that is a promise!

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Vega, as usual smiles when he is called a lunatic since he considered it a compliment. He looks at the map and takes it and holds it up. He raises an eyebrow and looks towards the ocean. The narcissist sets the briefcase down and takes out a phone from his pocket and dials it.

"Yeah, it's me. I need to be picked up right away. What? No… I swear I won't kill the pilot this time. Fine."

Vega hangs up and puts the phone away and picks up the briefcase and hands the map back to the fox demon.

"I know where it may be since I saw a couple of islands when I got here."

A low rumble can be heard from a distance and a black helicopter bearing the Shadaloo insignia flies by and lowers a ladder for Vega to climb up. Instead, the Spanish Ninja leaps up and takes the pilot by the throat and tosses him off the helicopter making him get impaled by a parking meter down below. He takes control of the helicopter and sets down the briefcase on the passenger seat and looks out the window and motions for Kurama to get onboard.

Subject: Re: Treasure Island Adventure! Thu Jan 31, 2013 3:10 am

He takes the map back from Vega and puts it away in his pocket. Yoko wasn't expecting to be taking a ride in a helicopter, but it was way better than going through the trouble of finding a boat. He looks up when the helicopter arrives and he right away sees the Shadaloo insignia and shakes his head. EIther this was Vega's way of mocking the people that Shadaloo has ruined over the years or he is just asking to get shot out of the air.

"You might as well just paint a fucking target on it." He thought.

The bandit sees Vega throw the pilot out and being impaled. The Spaniard's cruelty made him chuckle and he climbs the ladder up and sits on the entrance side of the helicopter. The fox demon didn't want to risk being blown out of the helicopter especially since he is close to getting the treasure.

"I'll keep watch. I don't know why the hell you would have Shadaloo's symbol on the helicopter. You have some kind of death wish?"

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Vega laughs hearing Kurama getting concerned about his safety. He flips a switch and two machine guns appear on both sides of the helicopter. A cannon opens up from the bottom of it that shoots lasers.

"You got nothing to worry about, Kurama. Bison puts the Shadaloo symbol on everything even on simple things such as cups."

The Spaniard flies the helicopter more up and a wicked smile comes across his face. He holds a button down and the laser cannon goes of and he turns the helicopter 360 degrees as the laser destroys everything in it's path.

"It works! Oh, the beautiful destruction this lovely weapon leaves behind is truly something worthy of me!"

He laughs as he flies forward and notices a shop with the words Devil May Cry. A look of disgust came across the assassin's face. The place looked runned down and disgusting to the eyes of Vega.

"Such a revolting sight!"

Vega shook his head and flied past the shop and headed towards the first island and looked at the fox demon.

"How did you enjoy the laser show, Kurama? Quite beautiful, wasn't it?"

Subject: Re: Treasure Island Adventure! Sun Feb 03, 2013 9:55 pm

Inferno was walking down the streets his flames burned creating light around the fiery being he heard the sounds of a helicopter that was nearby he then heard the sounds of someone being impaled he laughed for a bit the stopped and looked up to see the helicopter take off. Where was the helicopter going the fiery being did not know he looked at the bottle he had found floating in the water when he was at the dock. inside was a piece of paper he opened the bottle by removing the cork and taking out the piece of paper making it fall into his hand he unrolled the piece of paper it appeared to be map to some sort of island it looked like a treasure map. Inferno laughed with greed and joy he then looked at the sign the said "Devils Never Cry" the fiery being let out a demonic growl as he began to hear voices coming from within the shop he walked by the entrance an walked inside the shop looking at the walls as there were guns and swords hanging from them. He then looked at the the three people the one with the red coat and silver hair seemed to be the owner he looked at the the red head he then looked at the one with blue hair and light blue wing and green wing and tail with a ribbon tied it never has he seen such people before but what were they talking about he heard the silver haired man mention mundus or something like that. The fiery being did nothing but stand but listen to the conversation since he wasn't capable of speech as he held the map in his hand not knowing what the island was or what was at the island he then heard a laugh echo from the city he didn't know who it was but it was likely another person looking for the treasure and the fiery being was the one with the map there might be others that have a map just like it with the same location but only time will tell.

Subject: Re: Treasure Island Adventure! Sun Feb 10, 2013 2:47 am

The two machine guns didn't surprise Yoko, but the sudden 360 spin done by Vega and shooting off the laser cannon did surprise him and held on tightly. He saw the destruction left behind and shook his head hearing Vega being his usual psycho self.

"Yeah, sure. Are we there yet?"

The fox demon didn't care about the laser cannon or the criticism given by Vega about the building they passed. He just wanted to secure the treasure and nothing more.

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"Relax, foxy. We're almost there."

Vega flew over the first island and saw a couple of neighboring islands ahead. He now realized that looking for the treasure may take awhile if it isn't on the first island. He slowly descended down and landed the helicopter and switched it off. The Spaniard grabs his briefcase and looks at Kurama.

"Lead the way."

Subject: Re: Treasure Island Adventure! Wed Feb 13, 2013 9:59 pm

(I'll be Ángel. Time to show what I learned in Spanish class.

)

"Ah… esto es la buena vida…"

The NESTS agent known as Ángel sighs as she lays back on the chair and looks up to the sky. She had already applied sunscreen on and was ready to sunbathe. Her black bikini top was a bit tight since she was quite busty but she didn't care since no one was around. The Latina puts her glasses on and closes her eyes. The sound of a helicopter approaching woke her up after awhile of catching some Z's and she gets up.

"Don't tell me that I have to go back to trabajando already. The Ángel needs her vacation time too."

She saw the skull with wings and immediately knew who it was. She only knew the masked assassin Vega from Shadaloo since they had an encounter in a bar once and it resulted in the both of them becoming friends since Vega handled his alcohol quite well against her. She took the glasses off and watched the helicopter land and saw a man with long white hair and what looked like fox ears. Ángel also had white hair and saw Vega inside.

"So it is Vega. I wonder who that èse is with the fox ears…"

The blue eyed Latina waited for them to get off the helicopter and see what they were gonna do.

Subject: Re: Treasure Island Adventure! Fri Feb 15, 2013 1:49 am

(Damn... you know how much I'm a fan of hers.)

Yoko got off the helicopter and moved aside for Vega to get out. He takes the map out and looks at it. He looks at the scenery in front of him and shakes his head. He turns around and looks ahead again.

"That seems about right…"

He starts walking forward unaware of the Latina being around. The bandit was a bit irritated that there was more islands around and this could delay him from what he believes should be his no matter what.

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(That seems more like Spanglish to me.)

The Spaniard gets off the helicopter and looks around the island. He spots the chair that Ángel was laying on and sees her too. He still remembered how much tequila they both consumed and how the bar was destroyed by her monstrous strength when the the bartender ran out of alcohol.

"It's her. Hmph, I guess this trip won't be so dull after all..."

He turns to look at Kurama and sees him walk away. Vega figured he wouldn't notice that he was gone. After all, treasure is to Kurama what beauty is to Vega, a necessity. Vega leaps towards the Latina beauty and lands next to her and extends his right hand.

"Hola, Ángel. Te ves mas linda ahora. Como estas?"

Subject: Re: Treasure Island Adventure! Sun Feb 24, 2013 9:32 pm

(I know I figured I use her to see your reaction Shut up Vega.)

Ángel watched the silver haired demon walk away with a piece of paper in his hand. She was intrigued by the man and wondered what was his business on the island. The sudden appearance of Vega made her jump back a bit. Ángel laughed at his gesture and hugged Vega pretty tightly.

"Is that how you greet una mujer Vega? The Ángel doesn't mind a hug from you guapo."

She lets go of the Spaniard and smiles at him.

"Estoy bien. Who's the man with the fox ears? Un amigo?"

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(You always tell me to shut up. :( lol!

)

Vega groaned a bit as he was hugged. It seems that the Latina sometimes forgets her own strength. He hugs her back.

"I didn't want to seem rude if I were to suddenly hug you, mamacita."

When she lets him go, Vega moves his right arm to get some feeling in it and looks at Kurama and back at her.

"Si es urn amigo. He's a fox demon named Yoko Kurama. Por que preguntas? Piensas que esta guapo como yo?"

The Spaniard gives her a smile back.

Subject: Re: Treasure Island Adventure! Sun Mar 03, 2013 1:20 am

"Turn left here... then go straight ahead..."

Yoko hadn't noticed that Vega wasn't following him. He followed the directions on the map and stopped and looked down. A single crab was sitting there and the fox demon picks it up by its claw and looks at it.

"You're in the way."

He tosses the crab behind him and looks to see that it won't land on Vega. Yoko checks around for the Spaniard until he sees him with a white haired woman. He swore he had seen her before, but didn't recall where. She was quite beautiful and can pass off as a model.

"I wonder when she'll end up sliced up just like the other women he meets." He thought.

He turns his attention back to the spot in front of him not caring why the white haired woman was here. Yoko crouches and starts digging a hole. According to the map, there was a treasure chest buried below.

Subject: Re: Treasure Island Adventure! Fri Mar 15, 2013 6:46 pm

(Sorry for the late reply boys. Looks like this topic is ours now…)

Ángel looks at Kurama in a state of disbelief.

"Un demonio zorro?"

She had always thought that demons were supposed to be ugly yet the one she was looking at was quite handsome. The Latina looks at Vega.

"I think he is more guapo than you, muchacho."

She gives the Spaniard a wink and sticks her tongue out at him. Angel looks back at Kurama and sees him digging.

"Oye! You need help with that, zorrito?"

Ángel takes Vega by the wrist and walks towards the fox demon.

Subject: Re: Treasure Island Adventure! Sun Mar 17, 2013 12:31 am

(I guess. You always seem to scare people away...)

Yoko had hit something and picked it up from the bottom and threw it up and heard a thud. He jumped out of the hole and saw it was a treasure chest. His face remained expressionless and he kicked the chest open and saw only the typical collection of gold coins and jewels. The fox demon scoffs as he didn't see any other valuables and he stands back. Red roots formed around his right arm and wrapped themselves around his arm and a giant mouth with several hundreds of sharp teeth opened and snarled.

"Go, my Death Tree. Devour that worthless trash."

The mouth of the Death Tree turns to look at him and emits what sounds like a confused growl.

"I know it's not a human. I promise I'll feed you a human later."

The tree growls in agreement and extends to devour the treasure chest whole. To many people, finding this treasure chest would make them happy. However, Yoko's concept of a real treasure is that there should only be one of a kind. The red roots vanish from his arm and he hears a voice and turns to see the white haired woman bringing Vega along.

"Zorrito? The fuck is that?" He thought.

He walks towards them.

"No, but thanks anyway."

Yoko looks at Vega.

"Friend of yours?"

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(To quote the B.W.O "Were Taking Over!")

"What? Estas loca."

Vega couldn't believe that Ángel would think that Kurama was more handsome than he was. He looked at Kurama digging away and felt his wrist being gripped as he was lead by the woman. Vega looked down as they walked and saw her butt in that bikini she had on and whispered.

"You still got a nice ass."

The Spaniard knew that this may cause him physical harm, but at least he was honest. Seeing a treasure chest fly out from the hole dug by his friend made Vega flinch. Seeing those familiar red roots from Kurama made him stop Ángel by tightly holding her hand.

"Wait."

Watching the Death Tree devour the treasure chest made Vega a bit mad since he figured Kurama could at least had given him and Ángel some of the treasure. The Spaniard sighed in relief seeing the hideous tree vanish. The fox demon's question was easy to answer and Vega knew this was a proper time for introductions.

"Yeah. Kurama, this is my very good friend, Ángel. Ángel, este es Kurama, mi amigo del mundo de demonios."

Subject: Re: Treasure Island Adventure! Sat Mar 23, 2013 7:28 pm

(It's not that I scare them away. I've noticed that people on here only reply to their inner circle buddies. You and Vega are the only people I care about on here anyways.)

Ángel stopped when she heard Vega's compliment and she turned to look at him. Her right hand touches his manhood and she smiles.

"Gracias compadre. You're not so bad down there from what I can feel."

She gently squeezes his manhood and lets go. The Latina takes his hand again and walks over to the fox demon. She hoped that her flirtatious antics weren't too much for Vega. She stops when she feels Vega's grip tighten on her hand and seeing the treasure chest fly out of the hole would make anyone stop.

"Que carajos esta pasando?"

The Death Tree produced by Kurama made her watch in amazement since she has never seen something like that before. Now she wanted to meet the fox man more and she watched him approach her and Vega. The Spaniard's introduction made her smile and she extended her hand to Kurama.

"Hola. What was that thing you summoned?"

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