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Yugo Ohgami
Age: 23
Height: 5’10"
Body Type: Muscular
Occupation: Ex-Boxer, W.O.C. Leader
Source: Bloody Roar

Appearance: He is wearing a pair of dark blue jeans with a sleeveless red shirt and a black leather vest over the shirt, as well as a pair of black boots and black fingerless gloves. There are multiple scars visible on his arms and an X-shaped scar between his eyes. Yugo

Biography: Everything started with his father, Yuji Ohgami. Yuji was a mercenary from Japan until a company named Tylon experimented on him and had him murdered. Years later Yugo and several others destroyed the company that was experimenting on people like them, Zoanthropes. After Tylon was gone he hid his abilities while becoming a boxer to support himself and his adopted brother. A few years later he had become the leader of a small organization to help build good relations between Zoanthropes and the rest of the world, this was after he helped destroy an organization that was making things worse for them.

Personality: He is very brave and willing to put himself in danger for his friends, but he isn’t one of the smartest people around and tends to act before thinking. Around friends Yugo likes to enjoy life and have fun, as well as an occasional good fight. Despite his tough exterior, he is very kind and cares deeply for his friends.

Abilities: His Zoanthrope abilities have given him many advantages, which aided him greatly during his boxing career. His strength and agility are above that of most humans, as well as his duribility and senses. Because he is a Zoanthrope he has the ability to transform at will into an animal-human hybrid, a wolf to be exact. In his wolf form he is several times stronger, faster, and more vicious with his claws and fangs. A major drawback is that he can’t speak in his wolf form, but he keeps all of his human intelligence.

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?I still can?t believe you talked me into this.?

?Well…? Demyx said with a nervous grin as his friend glared him, ?It sounded like help was needed…plus, people are in danger of getting hurt because of what this ‘Crow’ guy is planning.?

?..true…? A small sigh escaped Rock Howard?s lips as he crossed his arms in slight annoyance, ?But getting involved in gang activity? This just reeks trouble…trust me.? That?s an experience I don?t need to relive anymore, he thought. Living in Southtown definitely had its troubles, especially when you were the son of its former ruler. Even if he buried everything associated with that bastard, there was still someone out there that seemed to find the connection. He had a lot of fights because of that, and although Terry wasn?t exactly thrilled with that, it couldn?t be avoided.

?I’m sure everything will come out well! Have faith.?

?If you say so.? He decided to go and try to take this ?Crow? guy out right away. He knew there would probably be lackeys in the way, but that was fine. Warm-ups were good for fighting anyway. ?I just hope nobody recognizes that,? he broke off his muttering, shaking his head as he glanced over to Demyx with a nod. ?Alright, let’s go.?

He looked confused for a moment as he looked Rock over. ?Hm, you say something?? Noting the blonde?s slight shake of the head, he grinned again. ?Ok! Missssion time!? He glanced back at him as they went inside, heading straight for Block A. The other blonde seemed…worried about something. ?Hmmm? Daijoubu desu ka?? (Are you alright?)

Rock blinked once before looking back to Demyx. ?Hm? Yeah… I’ll be fine. You sure about this? I’ve never seen you fight.? True story. He always had found some sort of excuse to not participate in any fighting activities, resorting to only watching. Even when Terry offered to give him a few tips, Demyx declined.

?Er…heh heh. Well, I don’t particularly like fighting but… it cannot be prevented if people are going to get hurt. Besides, I am confident enough in my skills at least to kick some butt, hehe,? he replied with a grin.

?If you’re sure, then…? Rock?s gaze flickered upward as he spotted figures rushing toward them. Seemed that they were discovered earlier than he expected. ?Let’s hope your skills are as good as you make them out to be.?

REPPUKEN!

A burst of blue-purple energy erupted from Rock?s hand as he swung up, the energy colliding with one of the running figures, sending them promptly into the ground. Hm…these guys don?t seem all that bright… maybe I can take them out on my own.

?Mhm.? Demyx grinned sheepishly as he summoned a large, blue sitar. He played a few notes, causing a stream of water to knock some soldiers over and through some of the paper doors that lined the area, causing even more commotion.

Rock?s tactics weren?t helping in their mission to be stealthy, either.

**HARD EDGE!
**
He rushed in, connecting with a solid elbow to the solar plexus, then extending his arm out into an energy-charged palm thrust, which sent the one soldier he had hit into about five more. What Rock didn?t notice was that the energy trail he had left from the attack looked like a purple wing.

*Sugoi…! *(Amazing) As Demyx was watching Rock?s progress, one of the foot soldiers snuck up from behind and was about to tackle the black-clad boy to the ground when a geyser of water surged up, forcing him to retreat. ?Hehe, nice try.?

One of the soldiers, who obviously did his homework and noticed the moves that the red-eyed teen was using managed to sputter, ?You…you’re Geese’s-?

He didn?t have time to finish that sentence as Rock swung his leg down into a vicious axe kick, forcing him to crumple to the ground. ?Don’t EVER compare me to that man.?

How.

He slammed his fist into a soldier?s gut.

DARE.

Another was charged with energy as he swung upward in an uppercut.

THEY.

That same arm came down and back, elbow slamming into another figure trying to sneak up on him from behind.

I am nothing like him. I will never be! I won?t allow it to happen!!

DOUBLE REPPUKEN!

This time, two consecutive blasts of energy fired from Rock?s fists, knocking a good amount of the soldiers surrounding him back.

Demyx stared in amazement before turning again, playing a few more melodious notes on his sitar. Water materialized out of thin air and pushed two lackeys into a building, causing them to slam against the wall of said building and collapse into a heap. ?Eh heh…?

I will NEVER let myself be compared to that bastard! With this promise thudding in his brain like a mantra, Rock kept going, pounding his fists and feet into anything that got too close to him.

Rock Howard and Demyx have decided to go and confront Crow directly, however, they are (of course) stopped by a group of about a dozen or so foot soldiers trying to take them out.

And of course, some idiot had to compare Rock to Geese…mumblegrumble Idiots.

Both are open for interaction, although Rock might accidentally hit you in his ‘semi-berserker’ state.

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Naruto sweat-dropped at the reaction of someone who had been supposedly surprised to see him carrying a PS2. Of course, he just shook his head and ignored him before proceeding forward. although he could not help the feeling that he was being followed. So, like anyone else with common sense he turned his head around to peek to see who was following him. “Eh, what the hell does this guy want? Well, whatever it is, it is going to have to wait.” The blond then turned quickly back to attention to what was infront of him so no accidents would occur.

Netherless, their destination was reached. Naruto smiled and waved, talking to the local ninjas and such. The Playstation 2 would have raised an eyebrow if he had one, seeing the blonde’s enthusiasm and all when talking about bringing Crow down. “Hey, at least I’m here, aren’t I?” Naruto grinned at the ninjas and asked,

“Are you ready to kick some ASS?!”

They are grinned and shouted as well as whooping,

“YES!”

“Well, come on! Ikuzo minna-san (Let’s go everybody)!”

Naruto shouted at the top of his lungs and the Playstation 2 would have sweatdropped if it could. Hey, maybe it did. But, now where they were all headed was clear. The group headed forward to where Crow was and saw that two people were apparently being stalled by foot soldiers. Naruto instantly shouted,

“ATTACK!”

Soon shruikens were flying as well as kunai. Naruto grinned as he made many shadow clones of himself to attack the foot soldiers. The Playstation 2 began beating down some unfortunate ones with its mighty…um, controller of fury. But it was inevitable as it was becoming more and more easier for people to advance to where Crow is.

It has begun.

–

Naruto has arrived at Block A, carrying the Playstation 2, rounded up the ninjas and preparing an assault on where Crow is, and also upon spotting Crow’s followers has begun to attack them. It has become easier to advance to Crow’s ‘headquarters’. Open for interaction~ =)

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[LEFT]17. Neo-Geo Music Performance Group Koyru - Destiny ~ The Last Blade 2[/LEFT]

[LEFT][Note: This occurs before NarutoUzumaki’s last post][/LEFT]

[LEFT]Block-A. Entering the tower was like entering a foreign realm in an ancient time. The gritty-looking walls of chipped paint, the smell of Indian food and porkchops, and the haze of smoke found in the other towers was nowhere in sight. In its place were delicately maintained wooden floors and rice paper door panes, and long, empty hallways with the occasional statue of the Buddha at the end of each floor. There was no sound in the building save for the foot steps of the Niggapocalypse members who entered it. [/LEFT]

[LEFT]Crow should be on the top floor. Naruto led the PS2 down a long corridor decorated by framed renderings of elaborate kanji. The PS2 felt its spine shiver, its memories awakened by the Aristotlian nostalgia. I always thought he was cool, too. He gave me some crack once! I didn’t use it or anything, but it comes in handy especially if you’re dealing with ninja from the Village of the Hidden Crenshaw.[/LEFT]

[LEFT]Cocaine? What a degenerate son of a bitch, the PS2 murmured beneath the raised collar of its coat. A degenerate son of a bitch we need on our side. Naruto led the PS2 on a walk that seemed to span the entirety of Japanese history before they came to an elevator at the end of the 5th floor. Naruto kept talking to the PS2, but it wasn’t listening to him. It had other things to consider other regrets to make up for - other words to take back.[/LEFT]

[LEFT]Game Boy Advance SP… I’ll return one day. I swear it on Master Chen’s grave. First I have to fulfill his final wish, and reclaim the innocence of this world.[/LEFT]

[LEFT]The elevator was an elegant box which ascended with all the grace of a soul floating toward Heaven. Ukiyo-e paintings of cranes, mountains and clouds encompassed the elevator, as if the soul of its painter had possessed it. The PS2’s balled up fist was filled with the spirits of its ancestors the honorable legacy of the Sony Walkmen, and the warrior clan of the Betamax.[/LEFT]

[LEFT]Tonight is the beginning of the end.[/LEFT]

[LEFT]Sup nigga. The PS2 and Naruto turned around and realized that a young black man had been following them all this time. Yo, can you play Valkyrie Profile?[/LEFT]

[LEFT]Fool. The PS2 flicked its wrist and in a fraction of a split-millisecond, it had Nick, AKA Pookie clutched by the throat. Backwards compatibility is not our main concern here! Didn’t you hear about our mission? Pookie gagged until the PS2 emancipated him from its grasp.[/LEFT]

[LEFT]Mission? I’m just here for the free food my nigga. And the games. Saw this muthafucka downstairs had like all of Panzer Dragoon Saga. That’s what I’m here for![/LEFT]

[LEFT]Panzer Dragoon Saga? Naruto asked. On the Sega Saturn? I have a Saturn![/LEFT]

[LEFT]Word. Pookie gave Naruto the Saturn owner handshake, which consisted of both participants drawing an S shape with their index finger in the air and snapping their fingers. [/LEFT]

[LEFT]You want to be a bit player in a saga, boy? The elevator stopped. The doors in front of them opened, and the hallway before them was filled to capacity by hostile niggas and ninjas, over a dozen strong, each with either a crowbar, a baseball bat, or a cat’s claw. Then fight. Fight for your goddamn life. The PS2 lifted its right foot, axe kicking its boot into the floor. The massive force behind the kick sent shockwaves throughout the hallway, knocking the enemies to the ground. Fight for your goddamn loved ones. The opponents quickly got back up. The ninja dashed across the walls, the pitter patter of their feet sounding like a chugging train. The niggas bucked, and bucked wild. The PS2 unfurled its coat, fluttering in the midnight wind (because someone left a window open across the hallway). [/LEFT]

[LEFT]Fight… fight for your goddamn right to exist in this world.[/LEFT]

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Dave Chapelle stood, hand over heart, as the black gaming console in a trenchcoat and boots gave a speech that filled his body with warmed. He wiped a tear from his eye, and imagined an American flag in the background, fluttering in the wind, music playing in the background.

BOOOM

Shockwaves spread throughout the hall as the PS2 slammed its boot into the floor, scattering the enemies in front of it.

“Damn, nigga!” Dave exclaimed, hand on heart. “You scared me there! What’s the big idea, huh? You were giving this speech and everything, had me all inspired and shit, then you scare the f*** out of me with a goddamn earthquake.”

?Fight… fight for your goddamn right to exist in this world.? the PS2 thundered, and charged forward, controllers swinging.

“Fight? This nigga ain’t doin’ no fighting man. I just came here for my weed. I’ll just take my weed, and go. AWW F***!” Dave screamed, as a black man with a pipe swung at him.

“Hell no! Why you hitting a brutha, huh?” Dave said, running like the wind around the room. " We black men gotta stick together. If we fighting each other, who’s gonna protect us from the big white guy?"

Dave Chapelle tripped over a box, and fell down in front of the blond ninja. Naruto uttered something in japanese, and split into a dozen Naturos. The clones then proceeded to kick ninja ass.

“Man, if I could do that, I could smoke weed AND get drunk at the same time!” Dave said, rolling to the left to dodge a crowbar, wielded by yet another black guy.

“What’s wrong with all you niggas! What did this brutha ever do to you!” the black man said, throwing a chair at his attacker. “I ain’t no wesley snipes!”

The black man with the crowbar dodged the chair, and bright his crowbar above Dave’s head, ready to strike.

“I DON’T WANNA DIE!” Dave screamed, closing his eyes.

“Then you will NOT die.” the comedian heard a deep, electronic voice say.

The PS2 sent one controller flying towards the black man’s hand, wrapping its wires around the crowbar. With a tug, the crowbar went flying, leaving the man weaponless. The console swung its other controller at the attacker’s legs, the wires tightening around his limbs. Retracting the controller, the black man found himself flying through the air, legs first into a bunch of ninjas.

“Hell yeah! Take that, bitch!” Dave yelled, throwing another chair at the man.

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IGNORE.

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Midpoint Results

Black Panther/Dolemite/Park - 98 BP
Saber/Emiya/PS2 - 86 BP
Rock Howard/Demyx/Yugo - 30 BP
Sion/Dinobot/Naruto - 30 BP
Barret Wallace/Storm - 0 BP
Reiji Yamazaki/War Machine - 0 BP
Paul Phoenix - 0 BP
Pookie - 0 BP
Venom/Jagi - 0 BP
Riley Freeman/Suija Ibuki - 0 BP
Magneto - 0 BP
Dave Chappelle - 0 BP
Chun-Li/Yuffie Kisaragi - 0 BP
Rasputin/Mr. 2 Bon Clay - 0 BP
Eddie Gordo - 0 BP
Jason G - 0 BP
Darth Vader - 0 BP
Kujo Jotaro/The Genie - 0 BP

Congratulations! Black Panther, Dolemite, Saber, Emiya and the PS2 have gained two slots each! Rock, Demyx, Yugo, Sion, Dinobot, and Naruto have gained one slot each!

Wait… how?

Teta: In every round, if you gain a certain amount of BP, you gain a slot. The ratio of BP to slots is as follows -

10 BP earned in a round = 1 slot
85 BP earned in a round = 2 slots
135 BP earned in a round = 3 slots

Alma: I see.

Teta: Also, you do not have to spend BP or anything like that. You will have a running total of BP for the entire game. As this is the Midpoint, feel free to buy new skills to fill up your slots or reorganize your teams.

Alma: How about revealing which skills were needed for the last four missions? A couple of them really bugged me.

Teta: Nope! There are still people who have yet to undergo any missions!

Alma: Wait… but, if Team Black Panther and Team Harem are the current leaders, won’t everyone just copy their skills?

Teta: A valid strategy!

Alma: OH SHI-!

New missions coming after the next overstory post.

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Scum. Worthless mooks that Crow hired to keep anyone away from him. Paranoid bastard is what he is, scared to fight his own battles, sending a group of ninjas to stop the odd group from entering his big safe office.

The funny thing here was that the Playstation 2 didn’t come here for a fight. As much as it couldn’t stand worthless fucks like this, Beatrix needed him, and who was it to question it’s new boss? Nobody, that’s who. So here it was, fighting these ninjas it had no quarrel with, saving one of it’s favorite comedians from a crowbar to the back of his shaved head. “Chappelle,” it told him as it spun around, legsweeping one of the large black men trying to slam his fists into it’s back, “I can’t take care of both of us, god dammit. You know what you need to do.” A swift kick to the gut, it reached out, both controllers grabbing the attacking ninja’s leg, trying to throw him off. The black-haired warrior lashed out with his other leg, slamming his bare foot into the console’s jaw. It had to admit, for a fight that didn’t need to happen, it was sure as hell enjoying it.

“What?” the funny man said as he leaned back, doding a roundhouse kick from one of Crow’s elite ninja, a Hidden Leaf Ninja leaping over his head and taking out the black man’s attacker. “No, nigga, you crazy!” He watched as the PS2 was slammed onto the ground, a large nigga elbow dropping it, causing it to cry out, it’s face contorting in pain. “I gave that shit up! NO!”

“You have to!” the gaming system yelled out, punching the large man in the white tanktop that had it pinned with it’s disc tray. “You’ll fucking die if you don’t do it, dammit!” It slowly pulled itself up to it’s feet, adjusting the PS2 logo on it’s disc tray in much the same way a normal man would adjust a necktie, and pulled out it’s Guitar Hero guitar. “Alright, assholes, time to get serious.” Swinging it like a club, it slammed the wide end of the instrument into a ninja’s face. Unfortunately it was a Konoha ninja. The Playstation 2 did not give a fuck.

“HEY!” shouted the golden-haired boy that had joined with it before all this mess. Naruto, he called himself, a worthless ninja if the PS2 ever saw one. Always shouting, and wearing that bright orange outfit. How did he expect to use stealth and any secret killing techniques like that? “That’s my friend, believe it!” he protested.

The PS2 felt a crack on the back of it’s skull. An elbow from one of the Crenshaw clan, causing it to stumble forward, the splinters of the wooden floor scraping against it’s plastic as it was dragged across the floorboards by the back of the head. “The only thing I believe,” it said, blood flowing from it’s mouth as it reached for the lightgun underneath it’s black coat, covertly firing a shot through the garment and through the ninja’s head. Right between the eyes, “Is that you motherfuckers should probably keep your goddamn distance. I’m gonna be punching any cocksucker in this room that moves.” It’s glance found it’s way once again to Dave Chappelle. “Now what the fuck are you waiting for, Chappelle?”

“ALRIGHT!” the comedian shouted, throwing his arms up in frustration. “I guess it’s the only damn option, huh?” The PS2 nodded as it kicked a random ninja in the balls, checking for team affiliation after the fact. It was the bad guy this time. “Goddamn… I was hoping I’d never have to do this shit again, you know!” And with that, Chappelle took a silver and blue can from his coat pocket, popping the top and downing the contents in one long gulp. His eyes seemed to light up as he punched a nigga’s heart out right there on the spot. Leaping into the air, Chappelle flipped upside down, kicking off of the ceiling for extra leverage as he tackled two of the Crenshaw clan through the floor, and through three subsequent floors. Ten seconds later, the thin man leaped back through the holes he created, rejoining the fight with a swift flying kick that would make Jann Lee green with envy. “Red Balls! It gives me WINGS!”

On the side of the hall, the PS2 smiled as it lit up a cigarette in the middle of the fray. Letting that first long drag of grey smoke swirl in it’s lungs, it saw a ninja coming towards it. A vertical chop was first, and the console sidestepped. The man in black quickly, seamlessly turned that missed chop into an elbow to the face, but the PS2 raised it’s guitar as a shield. The blow successfully deflected, the ninja could only smile as he twisted his body, trying to ram the sole of his shoe into the PS2’s gut. Dropping the guitar, the PS2 caught the kick and pushed the ninja away.

The assailant caught himself with both hands and performed a backflip, landing on his feet and throwing two shuriken at the gaming system. It dodged the first, and quickly pulled out the lightgun and destroyed the second with a well-placed shot. Not content to just sit there as his weapons did all the work, the ninja was not still, he was not patient, he was in the air, coming down with an axe kick, caught with the PS2’s left controller before holding up the lightgun to the ninja’s face, right between his eyes at a horizontal angle, the laser sight pointing straight into one of the eyes. “How… How can you predict all of my techniques?”

“List of Crenshaw Martial Arts Techniques,” it said in gruff voice with a confident smile as it threw the assassin on his back, ramming a boot into his gut, a burst of vomit shooting from his mouth and running down the sides of his face. With it’s now-free controller, it lifted the back of it’s coat, motioning to the network adapter plugg into it’s back. “I fucking Wikipedia’d your sorry ass.”

Bang

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Rock Howard is taking “Brawl” - 1 Slot, leaving him with none.

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[Happens before Just Some Guy’s post]
Following the young ninja and the PS2 to the fight, not directly, but slowly, covering their tracks, they made their way up to the battlefield. Seeing the carnage the stalwart warrior Dinobot, uttered his transformation command, “MAXIMIZE!” Not sheathing his weapons as his opponents were either unarmed, or poorly armed. Sion quickly followed behind her partner, seeing attacks and calculating where to strike, and when.
“Come on” Sion whispered to Dinobot, and the Maximal swiftly followed her into the fray.

Sion, unraveling her etherlite cord, attached it upon on of the random thugs, commanded quickly gaining his recent memories, trying to find where this “Crow” person was located. As another nigga tried to hit her mid thought, she quickly turned around and pulled out her gun, aiming it at his head.

“Uhhhh, d-don’t sho-” Before he could finish, he was smacked down by one of his fellow thugs that was hurled across the hall.

“Oh, your a cutey, want to come to my room, you look quite naughty” another random thug said to Sion.

“I’m sorry, but in 3.52 seconds, you’ll be knocked out cold.”

The confused thug had a weird look on his face and was soon swatted down by Dinobot “They seem to be quite active these humans are, but quite honourless I might add.”

“Shut it and keep fighting, we have to make it up there quickly”

Sion and Dinobot continue fighting off.
Sion and Dinobot are up for interaction.

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Demyx is dropping Critical, leaving him with two spare slots.

Demyx is picking up Investigate, leaving him with no spare slots.

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Yugo sighed as he walked around the building known as Block A, he felt like he was in a history book. He was still angry with Gado for tricking him into coming to help, even though he knew he would have helped eventually. It was just a low blow that the old man claimed he would be sending Yugo’s brother and girlfriend if he was unavailable. He shook his head as the thought about the man he was looking for, Crow.

“Knowing my luck he’ll be someone related to Reiji.”

He let out a feral growl that caused anyone in the hall to back away from him. That was the last person he wanted to see, just thinking of the feathered idiot made him angry and he soon realized that if he didn’t calm down he would transform. Just as he was about to head toward a set of steps he heard a loud crash coming from another hallway and went to investigate. When he got near the corner several men were thrown in front of him and were all covered by water.

As the men began to stand one spoke. “We better get rid of them, Crow will have our heads if we let them through.” The man that spoke turned his head when he heard footsteps and saw the grinning face of Yugo.

“I was wondering how I could release some of the aggression I was suddenly feeling and then I come across some guys that works for the reason I’m here, lucky me.” Yugo didn’t waste any more words as he ran toward the five men.

The first man was complete caught off guard as Yugo’s fist connected with is face and caused him to fly backwards several feet. It was a good thing he was unconscious before he hit the floor since Yugo probably broke his nose from the blood covering his face. The other four men quickly surrounded the ex-boxer in the large hall, four unarmed humans against one unarmed Zoanthrope. The young wolf only grinned as he thought about how the odds were in his favor.

One man swung his fist for Yugo’s head, but it was easily ducked and the man had the wind knocked out of him for his trouble. As the man leaned forward Yugo grabbed his head and brought his knee up to his opponent’s face. Another man started moving toward them, but Yugo expected that as he quickly bought his elbow down on the head of the man he was still holding and caused him to hit the ground face first. Yugo then did a spinning kick the threw the charging man head first into a wall and knocked him out.

“Three down and two to go.”

He looked at the last two men and they appeared nervous, but then tried to rush him as they figured they could handle Yugo if they attacked together. Yugo sighed as he just grabbed the two men by the side of their heads and slammed them together hard enough to send them into unconsciousness with their friends.

“You guys could at least try to put up a decent fight.” He shook his head as he went around the corner that they came from and was hit in the face with water.

He looked to see a couple of blonds, one playing some kind of instrument as he made some water attack the thugs that were trying to attack him and the other appeared to be in a worse mood then he was a few minutes ago. Yugo shook his head a little and caused several drops of water to fall from his hair, then walked behind the blond wearing black and startled the younger man when he placed his hand on the blond’s shoulder.

“Pay attention to your attacks next time. The only one I usually allow to throw water at me is a certain cute nurse back home, but I’ll let it slide this time.” He then glanced at all the thugs that were still standing. “Looks like we get to have some more fun, but we should leave one or two awake. Can’t ask a man questions if he knocked out.”

He then slammed his fist into the face of the nearest man.

Yugo was walking around Block A until ran into Rock and Demyx, after knocking out several men and getting hit with some water. He is open for interaction.

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Yugo
Demolitions - 2 Slots
Improvise - 2 Slots

1 Slot remaining

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ok i need to sit down and figure this out

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Rock Howard leads his team to Follow the Money
Rock Howard casts Negotiate - 1 AP [M-ISM]
Rock Howard casts Martial Arts - 2 AP [M-ISM]
Rock Howard casts Critical - 1 AP [M-ISM]

Rock Howard leads his team to Capitalistic Mental
Rock Howard casts Negotiate - 1 AP [M-ISM]
Rock Howard casts Critical - 1 AP [M-ISM]

Rock Howard
3/12 AP

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Me too. I’m really sorry man, I should have PM’d earlier said that Tuesdays (man, how ironic yet awesome is that from an SF:TM fan’s point of view) are the days that I’m not around.

We’re still good for a team right? I’m still willing to drop my assist.

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Follow The Money
Casting {M-ISM} Security - 4 AP

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[LEFT]Chulo Chino had been doing a lot of thinking ever since this adventure began. He pondered about life the value of life, the meaning of life, and all the qualities in-between of existing. Chino had a pocket Nietzsche reader in his silk-satin purple shirt, many of its pages dog-tagged and sentences underlined. [/LEFT]

[LEFT]Several wills in a single conscious person, each motivation vying for control. Just like life itself.[/LEFT]

[LEFT] Chino joined the Niggapocalypse mostly as a favor for Jamal. Chino had nowhere else to go, though he thought he would rather do something else than re-enter the criminal underworld with an armed assault. Because he wasn’t paying attention, he also entered Block-A, and was about to get in the middle of yet another fight. [/LEFT]

[LEFT] The Puerto Rican’s bald head had always been shiny. The hostile ninjas and niggas at the end of the hallway saw him coming from a far distance, a bright light reflecting off the surface of his polished dome, though most of the hostiles were still preoccupied by teams of Jamal’s newcomers. [/LEFT]

[LEFT] Where the hell was Jamal, anyway?[/LEFT]

[LEFT] Chulo Chino was called a chulo because in a life long past, he was the king of womanizers. However, with his lifespan becoming statistically shorter in the last few weeks, he decided that he wanted someone to fall in love with. Chulo Chino affixed value to everything in his life, even the venomous Newport smoke that lingered in his lungs. He noted that people who have a higher appreciation for life find something to care about something to protect, and are paradoxically more willing to forfeit their own lives in order to preserve some vague standard of morality, if not another life. [/LEFT]

[LEFT] Anyway, none of that was important right now. The enemy just started attacking and Chulo Chino is busy leaving stab wounds on their chests.[/LEFT]

[LEFT]18. Snoop Dogg Boss’s Life ~ The Blue Carpet Treatment[/LEFT]

[LEFT] The piston-fisted Sakura Haruno punched a nigga’s mouth in the hallway so hard, he came. The green beast Rock Lee jump-kicked a ninja’s mouth so hard, he exploded. Hinata Hyuga, the beautiful long-haired wielder of the Byakugan, stared at a ninja and a nigga so hard that their internal organs collapsed. It was safe to say that the Niggapocalypse and the Konoha ninja were winning this fight. [/LEFT]

[LEFT] Until the man they were all looking for appeared at the end of the hallway. The Crenshaw ninja and the niggas ceased attacking the intruders and quickly surrounded the perimeter around Crow. [/LEFT]

[LEFT] Bitches. Crow was wearing a large black coat with a curious design at the bottom of the front a red cloud with a white outline. [/LEFT]

[LEFT] Oh… my… god… Naruto recognized the coat immediately. He should, because he had been attacked by ninja who wore the coat before. A…A…Akatsuki?![/LEFT]

[LEFT] Fuck no, Crow replied. I just bootlegged this damn thing. Crow took the coat off, revealing his physique. His slender, well-defined shoulders were exposed by his sleeveless black undershirt. He wore a pair of purple designer pants. He was a light-skinned black man with his hair done in cornrows. He resembled famous recording artist Snoop Dogg for some reason. Y’all been fucking my shit up for no reason. You bitch niggas wanna fight? Step into my office.[/LEFT]

[LEFT] Alright. Crow’s Office was completely unlike the Japanese themed apartment complex. He had all the luxuries of western capitalism, the walls lined with paintings of himself, countless bottles of gin and expensive looking furniture. At the center of the room was a giant desk with which Crow did much of his business. Crow stood in front of it, holding his cane in his right hand. I told my crew to chill the fuck out. Y’all want me? Fight me at the same muthafuckin’ time.[/LEFT]

99

Boss Mission

** Crow - 6 Damage Levels
** Crow may look like an over-dressed gangster, but don’t be fooled. He is an impeccable martial artist in his own right, and will easily dominate even accomplished fighters. Crow will often try to sweep you with his long, powerful legs, and he’s not above using his pimp cane or even a gun in this fight. Rushing down is good, but have speed on your side so he doesn’t bait you!
Invest: 3-6 AP. Base BP: 20.
*Hazard Rating: ****

100

[Before Crow’s Arrival LOL]
Demyx grinned sheepishly at Yugo–whom had the misfortune of being struck by his water–although secretly he thought it was a bit amusing, the blonde managed to keep a straight look…almost. To think I almost laughed in the middle of a fight. Phew. But even though it looked like he was focusing, in truth, he really wasn’t and quite frankly, didn’t need to. Demyx was even thinking about that ‘cute nurse’ he mentioned–aw, it sounded sweet.

“Sorry about that!”

What? He had at least had to apologize to the guy. Although inside he heard a little voice say ’ you always apologize’. Even as he knocked a few more foot soldiers out with a rush of water which materialized out of thin air–by stringing notes on his sitar–he was thinking of peaceful things. Stuff that included waking up in the morning and seeing people smile, giving their morning greetings to you. Wait a minute, what does that have to do with this…Ah well! Another rush of water carried an unfortunate lackey many feet up into the air before letting him go, causing him to land in a trash barrel.

Rock kept proceeding to beat the living crap out of every single idiot foolish enough to get in his way–which, to say but the least was a lot of moronic foot soldiers who still have the mindset that they could take him on. The blonde glared at a large incoming group of foolish lackies who were now in the process of trying to rush him down–aka, trying to take him down all at once. Baka. Of course when they all circled around him, he shook his head and said,

“That. Is going to be your death sentence.”

Raging Storm.

Rock slams his hand into the ground and blue energy comes out from where his hands are–and straight into the air. Needless to say most of Crow’s lackies were done for; of course he was in pain for a little while, but it was not much of a big deal. Especially considering how angry he was.