I can do it!! So NOW BUNNY CAN UNDERSTAND MY CANON PAIN >:^CwildkotetsuNovember 18 2011, 09:46:48 UTC
[Kotetsu had gone missing. Assumed dead.
Antonio had been the one to grasp futilely for Kotetsu's gloved hand, before he fell through the collapsing building-and was gone in a blast of fire and debris, just like that. And it was when they managed to drag the injured Bison from the rubble that he told them. They'd all searched, and they... they did find his helmet. A piece of his suit here or there
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[Barnaby didn't take the news that Kotetsu was gone very well. Even now, he still held out hope that he was still alive, even though he saw Kotetsu falling himself.
He knows that had he been quicker, had he not just frozen up, had he activated his power one minute earlier, he would've reached him in time. And besides, that idiot was like a cockroach. If a direct hit from one of H-01's own weapons couldn't take him down, nothing could.
But life goes on, and he has to keep working. It's what he would've wanted, for Barnaby to keep going. Keep protecting the city, for him. Keep living.
By some miracle, he's managed not to break down in guilt and denial. He's managed to keep going, keep being a Hero, but he just doesn't feel quite right, without his partner by his side.
And now here he is, tracking down one of the members of the group, darting from rooftop to rooftop in hot pursuit.]
[His powers, like the rest of his colleagues altered and strengthened, allowed for more. More power. More energy. Even if it was difficult on his body, it was worth it. Because for Kotetsu, who had been suffering from one minute time-limits? It was a godsend. Now he could help the organization even more, at the usual five minutes
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[It's not much of a surprise to Barnaby that this person shares the same power as he and Kotetsu. Other people have had the same power before, but with some slight modifications.
He pushes the thought of Kotetsu away. Dammit, old man, stop bothering him even in his thoughts, he's kind of a little busy trying to follow someone here before they can lose him and report back to base, and he's got four minutes left to do so.
Keep following him, then maybe drag him back to the headquarters for interrogation on his group's goals. That's his goal right now. He can't afford to let him get away.]
[No choice then. He wasn't losing him, and even without his past memories he's still as brash and uncoordinated as ever. He slides to a stop on one foot, and leaps forward at wind-whistling speeds to take the suit head-on. Without a beat of hesitation, he swings, aiming to slam his fist into the helmet. If they guy's unconscious, that'll do just fine.]
[He grunts as he blocks with his forearms, but grabs onto Barnaby and swings him, aiming to throw him into the large metal roof cooler by the leg. If anything, he might be able to get him off his back long enough to escape. If not? He'll just punch him a few more times. No problem.
Ow, that is painful, even with Hundred Power. But screw pain, there's a criminal to catch. He wastes no time in getting to his feet, giving himself a running start before jumping into the air and aiming a kick to his head.]
[Oh you gotta be kidding me-he's the one getting kicked now, though he manages to protect his already messed-up head; a week-old wound on the head wasn't something to let get jostled too much. He hits the ground back first, but flips himself, sliding on his hands.
Just focus on the task at hand. Focus.
He's already back to darting at Barnaby with no intention of letting up, throwing gloved fist after fist at the suit and the man occupying it, hoping he can dent it with his strength. His eyes are focused shades of amber, but they're hidden. Hidden behind a black film, like some sort of unfair censorship.]
[Just keep him occupied till his time runs out. Block every fist coming at him and throw in a few kicks when he sees a window of opportunity.
That's harder than it sounds, really. Some punches get past his defenses, but otherwise he's managing to block most of them just fine. Hundred Power boosted by adrenaline rushes through him, powering every kick, every move.
And, perhaps, the thought of Kotetsu keeps him going as well.
[Well, Kotetsu's actually starting to get worried now. His power's fallen to two minutes-time he can't afford to waste anymore. If he got caught... baah, he can't think like that! Not right now-!
One of the leg sweeps manages to get him right in the knee, and he staggers in surprise, unable to stop himself from falling to a knee; shit, shit-he moves to get back up as quickly as he can, because sitting on the job right now would be a very poor choice-]
[A very poor choice, indeed, but Bunny's not going to let this opportunity get away.
Clearly, another kick to the head is in order. Just enough to knock him out for long enough so he can drag him off for interrogation, really, and no one can blame him if he's a little pissed right now and just wants to get this fight over with.]
He hits the ground hard, breathing in a sharp breath at the twinge of pain in his head. Dammit, who the heck are you supposed to be?! But regardless he forces himself back to his hands and knees, the strange glow persisting. There was a little blood from his old injury leaking into his eye-but he was on a warpath himself.
And pissed that this kid landed a hit on him.
He was informed on 'Barnaby Brooks Jr.' from his head honcho. And wouldn't you know it, never informed on his MIA partner. Funny how no one brought that up, huh? He swings his leg around to try to trip up the hero. Not much of a kicker. But he's got to try.]
[Barnaby's already in motion by the time his target gets up, but he's so pissed and lost in the moment that he doesn't notice when he sweeps his leg around and trips him up.
He hits the ground, rolls to minimize the damage, then charges forward again, letting out an angry yell and aiming another kick, this time to his midsection.]
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Antonio had been the one to grasp futilely for Kotetsu's gloved hand, before he fell through the collapsing building-and was gone in a blast of fire and debris, just like that. And it was when they managed to drag the injured Bison from the rubble that he told them. They'd all searched, and they... they did find his helmet. A piece of his suit here or there ( ... )
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He knows that had he been quicker, had he not just frozen up, had he activated his power one minute earlier, he would've reached him in time. And besides, that idiot was like a cockroach. If a direct hit from one of H-01's own weapons couldn't take him down, nothing could.
But life goes on, and he has to keep working. It's what he would've wanted, for Barnaby to keep going. Keep protecting the city, for him. Keep living.
By some miracle, he's managed not to break down in guilt and denial. He's managed to keep going, keep being a Hero, but he just doesn't feel quite right, without his partner by his side.
And now here he is, tracking down one of the members of the group, darting from rooftop to rooftop in hot pursuit.]
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He pushes the thought of Kotetsu away. Dammit, old man, stop bothering him even in his thoughts, he's kind of a little busy trying to follow someone here before they can lose him and report back to base, and he's got four minutes left to do so.
Keep following him, then maybe drag him back to the headquarters for interrogation on his group's goals. That's his goal right now. He can't afford to let him get away.]
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Oh, hell no. He sidesteps, narrowly missing the punch, then immediately brings his foot up for a side kick to the ribs.]
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He won't fail this. It's all he's got now.]
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Ow, that is painful, even with Hundred Power. But screw pain, there's a criminal to catch. He wastes no time in getting to his feet, giving himself a running start before jumping into the air and aiming a kick to his head.]
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Just focus on the task at hand. Focus.
He's already back to darting at Barnaby with no intention of letting up, throwing gloved fist after fist at the suit and the man occupying it, hoping he can dent it with his strength. His eyes are focused shades of amber, but they're hidden. Hidden behind a black film, like some sort of unfair censorship.]
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That's harder than it sounds, really. Some punches get past his defenses, but otherwise he's managing to block most of them just fine. Hundred Power boosted by adrenaline rushes through him, powering every kick, every move.
And, perhaps, the thought of Kotetsu keeps him going as well.
Oh, sheer irony.]
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One of the leg sweeps manages to get him right in the knee, and he staggers in surprise, unable to stop himself from falling to a knee; shit, shit-he moves to get back up as quickly as he can, because sitting on the job right now would be a very poor choice-]
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Clearly, another kick to the head is in order. Just enough to knock him out for long enough so he can drag him off for interrogation, really, and no one can blame him if he's a little pissed right now and just wants to get this fight over with.]
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He hits the ground hard, breathing in a sharp breath at the twinge of pain in his head. Dammit, who the heck are you supposed to be?! But regardless he forces himself back to his hands and knees, the strange glow persisting. There was a little blood from his old injury leaking into his eye-but he was on a warpath himself.
And pissed that this kid landed a hit on him.
He was informed on 'Barnaby Brooks Jr.' from his head honcho. And wouldn't you know it, never informed on his MIA partner. Funny how no one brought that up, huh? He swings his leg around to try to trip up the hero. Not much of a kicker. But he's got to try.]
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He hits the ground, rolls to minimize the damage, then charges forward again, letting out an angry yell and aiming another kick, this time to his midsection.]
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