Post by Friedrich Mars on Jul 6, 2016 9:28:20 GMT
New York City; a bustling metropolis filled to the utter brim with a plethora of faces. The state's utmost major city bears the troubles and successes of these people, whether it be for justice or malice. Those who have outstanding ambition could carve the United States further on their path of becoming one of the Earth's major powers, or even bring its downfall with their own hands. Others, on the contrary, want to retire with their lovely life partners in peace; learning of the phenomena that have been occurring in their lives.
Friedrich Almeric Mars, aged sixty-two, was such a man of the self-made variety. There were a few distinct abilities and features that set the man apart from the masses, leaving him at a strange advantage against others. The Ripple was one of two impressive abilities Friedrich possessed; a golden energy that was stated to originate from the might of the Sun itself. This power, otherwise known as Hamon, had bestowed a benefit of youth. Despite the fact that Friedrich was indeed born in 1930, he didn't appear beyond the age of thirty-four. The other was a rather...solid change in the man's life; an earthen golem that had incessantly followed the retiree for the past three years; Stone Cold.
These two abilities allow Friedrich to face hostile men and women alike with wondrous ease. Yet with immense power of these two combined attracted undesired company; deadly creatures of the night, among others similar to their kind. Mars wanted nothing to do with them, given the nature they often revealed. Supernatural incidents have suddenly become rather prevalent over the recent months, with concerns rising over his family. Groaning softly to himself, Friedrich surveyed the immediate vicinity that surrounded him.
'Hrrrmph...'
Exhaling softly, the retiree once again took note of the very limited number of occupants within the subway car. A teenager with a cassette tape player, his music blaring within his ears with a faint, audible tone of heavy metal escaping the earphones was nearby. Another was a mere elderly woman; far more elderly than Friedrich would, nor could be. Whilst the young'un was jamming out to his deafening tunes, the elderly woman just across the subway car from him was fast asleep; bound to awaken sooner or later. The third was...oddly intimidating.
'Could he be a...?'
Sporting simple, leather-strap overalls upon black khakis, brown loafers and a white button-up shirt; this man appeared especially average. Rounded facial features constructed this lone male's cranial structure, yet he appeared unfortunately pale. Sharp, glaring eyes sat upon each side of the man's nose. Blinking several times within the moment, Friedrich averted his gaze to avoid staring at the pale stranger. The R40 car within one of New York's plentiful subway systems rattled periodically as the bland "scenery" flitted by. Shifting in his seat, the retired male dragged back his coat sleeve; revealing a wristwatch that displayed the late evening time. The Ripple User appeared to be dressed for a fancy dinner party, albeit just for a casual day along the streets. A typical black suit, complete with a red necktie.
'...Its almost half past nine...Amelia's gonna kill me for being out so late.'
The simply dressed man, resting within the opposite corner of the car, eventually began to nod off into slumber himself. It was indeed late in the evening for some, however a young adult wouldn't likely rest in a public transportation car...nor would an elderly woman, if she could help it. Suspicion began to arise, albeit for a somewhat incorrect reason.
'These subway seats are terrible! Why would anyone rest in these!?'
Gritting his teeth behind his shut lips, a mere handful of feet away, the teenager began to settle down from his boisterous jamming out session. A wide grin parted his lips, a pair of lengthy canines revealing themselves. The metal screech of his music faded away, and a menacing aura began to envelop his figure. Blinking, Friedrich took a brief glance towards the initially typical teenage male; coming face to face with an uncomfortable sight.
"Heeey~, you know...it don't know what it is....but I kinda want to kill you."
"Oooohhh nooooo...."
That sensation of both fear and the itch of combat against this abomination burst within the retiree. It was an odd pit within the depths of his stomach that gnawed at his instincts. The deadly teenager lunged at Friedrich promptly, his fangs bare in the artificial lighting. The retiree's eyes broadened in shock before lurching forwards away from his seat.
"This kid couldn't be what I think he is!"
"Ooooh, I remember now! That look on your face infuriates me!"
"What?! Can't take an old man's gaze?"
The vampiric teenager stood on all fours, spread out over Friedrich's previously occupied seat akin to an arachnid. The Ripple User himself found himself atop the rattling steel flooring, staring intently at his hostile opponent. A particular item brushed against the User's left pectoral muscle; a firearm. Ordinary protection against ne'er do wells that live for criminal acts, Friedrich also found another use for the compact weapon. Swiftly guiding his right palm into his coat, grasping the Tokarev TT-33 pistol, Friedrich haphazardly aimed and fired. A thunderous bang rang within the subway car; yet none of the sleeping passengers awoke from the noise.
"The hell...? Did you do something to the other two here?"
"What if I did, huh, whaddya gonna do?"
"I'm going to slap you, kid."
"I'd love to see ya try, buckaroo!"
"I wasn't a cowboy, moron. Have you ever heard of farming?"
A bullet originating from the firearm penetrated the vampire's skin, just above his diaphragm; yet there wasn't any reaction either. The lead ammunition sank into the undead's flesh, the wound beginning to close mere moments later. The wound, above the diaphragm and visibly near the spine of the enemy, completely healed itself with a vile popping sound. The Hamon User felt repulsed by the vampiric creature's ability. Another even wider grin tugging at his lips, the teenager gave his future victim an inquiry. At this point, Friedrich decided that he wouldn't get an answer to his recent inquiry.
"...Izzat all ya got, you geezer? Kahahahah!"
"Ignorant kid! Didn't your Mother tell you not to attack random strangers?"
"You don't need a Momma when you have immortality!"
"Hmph, if you say so. Anyway, I got a little surprise for ya! Wanna see?"
A wry smirk spread across the Ripple User's facial features. The elder's breathing became more stable, focused, even unperturbed. A subtle hum began was audible around the Hamon User's left palm; a vibrant electric-esqe energy arcing between each finger briefly. Shuffling his feet along the steel flooring, pressing his left palm against his knee to assist himself, the retiree stood upright as he prepared a little shock. The undead teenager squinted at his supposed victim, leaving himself ajar for any potential offensive maneuvers.
Patting his pants lightly with his open palm, the retiree suddenly slid to his right. A minuscule pop emanated from within his right thigh's joint, forcing the User to wince slightly. Frantically attempting to ignore the dull pain from his injured leg, Friedrich guided his right palm to the sky, his firearm pointing to the ceiling. The elder's left palm, meanwhile, prepared an "U" shape. Separating his feet evenly, one of which arose above the steel, Friedrich posed dramatically before unleashing his attack. A small tunnel light flitted past the car's windows, flashing behind the Ripple User's frame angelically.
"Now!...To hell with you!"
"I'm not goin' anywhere, biatch! Don't want none of ya surprise either!"
"Oh yes you do!"
"No I don't!"
"Oh for fuck's sake, just die you undead cur!"
Swiftly leaping forward, both the vampiric teenager and Friedrich were finding themselves a mere few inches away from one another. Their facial expressions displayed two oddly similar intents; one for swift elimination of an old man, and another finding an immediate end to this scuffle. Shouting three particularly weighted words, the Ripple User unleashed his true might with the power of the Sun.
Friedrich Almeric Mars, aged sixty-two, was such a man of the self-made variety. There were a few distinct abilities and features that set the man apart from the masses, leaving him at a strange advantage against others. The Ripple was one of two impressive abilities Friedrich possessed; a golden energy that was stated to originate from the might of the Sun itself. This power, otherwise known as Hamon, had bestowed a benefit of youth. Despite the fact that Friedrich was indeed born in 1930, he didn't appear beyond the age of thirty-four. The other was a rather...solid change in the man's life; an earthen golem that had incessantly followed the retiree for the past three years; Stone Cold.
These two abilities allow Friedrich to face hostile men and women alike with wondrous ease. Yet with immense power of these two combined attracted undesired company; deadly creatures of the night, among others similar to their kind. Mars wanted nothing to do with them, given the nature they often revealed. Supernatural incidents have suddenly become rather prevalent over the recent months, with concerns rising over his family. Groaning softly to himself, Friedrich surveyed the immediate vicinity that surrounded him.
'Hrrrmph...'
Exhaling softly, the retiree once again took note of the very limited number of occupants within the subway car. A teenager with a cassette tape player, his music blaring within his ears with a faint, audible tone of heavy metal escaping the earphones was nearby. Another was a mere elderly woman; far more elderly than Friedrich would, nor could be. Whilst the young'un was jamming out to his deafening tunes, the elderly woman just across the subway car from him was fast asleep; bound to awaken sooner or later. The third was...oddly intimidating.
'Could he be a...?'
Sporting simple, leather-strap overalls upon black khakis, brown loafers and a white button-up shirt; this man appeared especially average. Rounded facial features constructed this lone male's cranial structure, yet he appeared unfortunately pale. Sharp, glaring eyes sat upon each side of the man's nose. Blinking several times within the moment, Friedrich averted his gaze to avoid staring at the pale stranger. The R40 car within one of New York's plentiful subway systems rattled periodically as the bland "scenery" flitted by. Shifting in his seat, the retired male dragged back his coat sleeve; revealing a wristwatch that displayed the late evening time. The Ripple User appeared to be dressed for a fancy dinner party, albeit just for a casual day along the streets. A typical black suit, complete with a red necktie.
'...Its almost half past nine...Amelia's gonna kill me for being out so late.'
The simply dressed man, resting within the opposite corner of the car, eventually began to nod off into slumber himself. It was indeed late in the evening for some, however a young adult wouldn't likely rest in a public transportation car...nor would an elderly woman, if she could help it. Suspicion began to arise, albeit for a somewhat incorrect reason.
'These subway seats are terrible! Why would anyone rest in these!?'
Gritting his teeth behind his shut lips, a mere handful of feet away, the teenager began to settle down from his boisterous jamming out session. A wide grin parted his lips, a pair of lengthy canines revealing themselves. The metal screech of his music faded away, and a menacing aura began to envelop his figure. Blinking, Friedrich took a brief glance towards the initially typical teenage male; coming face to face with an uncomfortable sight.
"Heeey~, you know...it don't know what it is....but I kinda want to kill you."
"Oooohhh nooooo...."
That sensation of both fear and the itch of combat against this abomination burst within the retiree. It was an odd pit within the depths of his stomach that gnawed at his instincts. The deadly teenager lunged at Friedrich promptly, his fangs bare in the artificial lighting. The retiree's eyes broadened in shock before lurching forwards away from his seat.
"This kid couldn't be what I think he is!"
"Ooooh, I remember now! That look on your face infuriates me!"
"What?! Can't take an old man's gaze?"
The vampiric teenager stood on all fours, spread out over Friedrich's previously occupied seat akin to an arachnid. The Ripple User himself found himself atop the rattling steel flooring, staring intently at his hostile opponent. A particular item brushed against the User's left pectoral muscle; a firearm. Ordinary protection against ne'er do wells that live for criminal acts, Friedrich also found another use for the compact weapon. Swiftly guiding his right palm into his coat, grasping the Tokarev TT-33 pistol, Friedrich haphazardly aimed and fired. A thunderous bang rang within the subway car; yet none of the sleeping passengers awoke from the noise.
"The hell...? Did you do something to the other two here?"
"What if I did, huh, whaddya gonna do?"
"I'm going to slap you, kid."
"I'd love to see ya try, buckaroo!"
"I wasn't a cowboy, moron. Have you ever heard of farming?"
A bullet originating from the firearm penetrated the vampire's skin, just above his diaphragm; yet there wasn't any reaction either. The lead ammunition sank into the undead's flesh, the wound beginning to close mere moments later. The wound, above the diaphragm and visibly near the spine of the enemy, completely healed itself with a vile popping sound. The Hamon User felt repulsed by the vampiric creature's ability. Another even wider grin tugging at his lips, the teenager gave his future victim an inquiry. At this point, Friedrich decided that he wouldn't get an answer to his recent inquiry.
"...Izzat all ya got, you geezer? Kahahahah!"
"Ignorant kid! Didn't your Mother tell you not to attack random strangers?"
"You don't need a Momma when you have immortality!"
"Hmph, if you say so. Anyway, I got a little surprise for ya! Wanna see?"
A wry smirk spread across the Ripple User's facial features. The elder's breathing became more stable, focused, even unperturbed. A subtle hum began was audible around the Hamon User's left palm; a vibrant electric-esqe energy arcing between each finger briefly. Shuffling his feet along the steel flooring, pressing his left palm against his knee to assist himself, the retiree stood upright as he prepared a little shock. The undead teenager squinted at his supposed victim, leaving himself ajar for any potential offensive maneuvers.
Patting his pants lightly with his open palm, the retiree suddenly slid to his right. A minuscule pop emanated from within his right thigh's joint, forcing the User to wince slightly. Frantically attempting to ignore the dull pain from his injured leg, Friedrich guided his right palm to the sky, his firearm pointing to the ceiling. The elder's left palm, meanwhile, prepared an "U" shape. Separating his feet evenly, one of which arose above the steel, Friedrich posed dramatically before unleashing his attack. A small tunnel light flitted past the car's windows, flashing behind the Ripple User's frame angelically.
"Now!...To hell with you!"
"I'm not goin' anywhere, biatch! Don't want none of ya surprise either!"
"Oh yes you do!"
"No I don't!"
"Oh for fuck's sake, just die you undead cur!"
Swiftly leaping forward, both the vampiric teenager and Friedrich were finding themselves a mere few inches away from one another. Their facial expressions displayed two oddly similar intents; one for swift elimination of an old man, and another finding an immediate end to this scuffle. Shouting three particularly weighted words, the Ripple User unleashed his true might with the power of the Sun.
"MAIZE-!"
"GOLD-!"
"OOOOOVAAAAHHDRIIIIIIVE!"
"GOLD-!"
"OOOOOVAAAAHHDRIIIIIIVE!"
An immense flash of a soft, golden color burst from Friedrich's palms; shifting into the hue akin to a fresh, farm-grown batch of corn. The retiree thrust his hands into the vampire's nape, its electric-esqe appearance leaping about like a hare. The teenager's flesh began flaking, melting, yet disintegrating all at once; a sight rarely seen by normal men. An incoherent, albeit strained gargling din emanated within the subway car; two melting forearms attempting to still close in upon him. The Tokarev TT-33 within Friedrich's palm partially conducted the Hamon, further injuring the vampiric opponent with the golden energy.
"Sucks that an old man took you out, kiddo. Then again, you didn't respect your elders!"
The teenager was nothing but mere flakes of incinerated flesh, fluttering helplessly within the windless subway car. Guiding his hands to their respective sides, the subway's destination had been finally reached; Queens. The ashes from the retiree's most recent opponent became scattered within the car as the public transportation came to an eventual halt. Stumbling slightly due to standing near the center of the car's aisle, Friedrich adjusted his coat as he sidled his way out into the concrete tunnels; leaving the other two passengers to sleep as they needed.
'Gaaah, I'm too old for so much of that shit...'
A crick in the elder's spine was enough to convince him of that much. Shuffling throughout the surprisingly dense crowd of typical men and women within the subway station, a violent shriek echoed into the night as the retiree exited the station completely. Out of earshot by that point, the Hamon User failed to notice...yet the illusion of cleanliness faded away within the recently occupied car. Gore, blood, even an eyeball rested within the car; ashes of a deceased vampire boldly scattered within. The seemingly slumbering passengers had been sliced into thin slices of their former selves by the now eliminated undead creature. Meanwhile, Friedrich analyzed his wristwatch once more, unaware of what he had sat near but mere moments earlier.
'Nine thirty...Amelia must be worried...'
Several flecks of dirt within the cab twitched and shuddered. Massive clumps of stone and terra firma began to seep into the vehicle; solidifying and bundling together to form a golem. The creature eventually became the visage of Stone Cold, Friedrich's Stand. Glancing at the golem before speaking, the Hybrid User forced a half-chuckle towards his seemingly invisible companion.
"A bit late to the show, aren't ya?"
"What was that, sir?"
"Nothing, nothing. Keep your eyes on the road, kid."
"Yes sir."
The firearm he possessed was hidden away within his coat once more, and a stone golem now sat beside him; Friedrich Mars was a man of rather strange talents....who knows what kind of other people may possess them...Mister Mars certainly didn't. Pondering these thoughts for a moment, the retiree dismissed them; deeming them a bit complicated for this time of night.
'A thought for the morning, I suppose.'
The night's lights of the city invaded the cab like a horror movie's preparation for a scare. That of which was recurring and at a sloth's crawl. Engines of motor vehicles and the chatter of citizens rang into the night, blaring their own sort of tune to the world. Living a life of solitary manual labor, Friedrich wasn't truly accustomed of such noises, yet there was an odd comfort betwixt it all. Dressing like a gentleman each passing day, living without work to receive pay, spending each day as he saw fit; being retired certainly had its benefits. Fiddling with his necktie, the Hybrid User began to wander within his imagination, yet thoughts of his son and brother stubbornly sat in his way of an aimless pondering. Grunting a dismissive sound, Friedrich simply sat there, awaiting the time to truly return home.
"Sucks that an old man took you out, kiddo. Then again, you didn't respect your elders!"
The teenager was nothing but mere flakes of incinerated flesh, fluttering helplessly within the windless subway car. Guiding his hands to their respective sides, the subway's destination had been finally reached; Queens. The ashes from the retiree's most recent opponent became scattered within the car as the public transportation came to an eventual halt. Stumbling slightly due to standing near the center of the car's aisle, Friedrich adjusted his coat as he sidled his way out into the concrete tunnels; leaving the other two passengers to sleep as they needed.
'Gaaah, I'm too old for so much of that shit...'
A crick in the elder's spine was enough to convince him of that much. Shuffling throughout the surprisingly dense crowd of typical men and women within the subway station, a violent shriek echoed into the night as the retiree exited the station completely. Out of earshot by that point, the Hamon User failed to notice...yet the illusion of cleanliness faded away within the recently occupied car. Gore, blood, even an eyeball rested within the car; ashes of a deceased vampire boldly scattered within. The seemingly slumbering passengers had been sliced into thin slices of their former selves by the now eliminated undead creature. Meanwhile, Friedrich analyzed his wristwatch once more, unaware of what he had sat near but mere moments earlier.
'Nine thirty...Amelia must be worried...'
Several flecks of dirt within the cab twitched and shuddered. Massive clumps of stone and terra firma began to seep into the vehicle; solidifying and bundling together to form a golem. The creature eventually became the visage of Stone Cold, Friedrich's Stand. Glancing at the golem before speaking, the Hybrid User forced a half-chuckle towards his seemingly invisible companion.
"A bit late to the show, aren't ya?"
"What was that, sir?"
"Nothing, nothing. Keep your eyes on the road, kid."
"Yes sir."
The firearm he possessed was hidden away within his coat once more, and a stone golem now sat beside him; Friedrich Mars was a man of rather strange talents....who knows what kind of other people may possess them...Mister Mars certainly didn't. Pondering these thoughts for a moment, the retiree dismissed them; deeming them a bit complicated for this time of night.
'A thought for the morning, I suppose.'
The night's lights of the city invaded the cab like a horror movie's preparation for a scare. That of which was recurring and at a sloth's crawl. Engines of motor vehicles and the chatter of citizens rang into the night, blaring their own sort of tune to the world. Living a life of solitary manual labor, Friedrich wasn't truly accustomed of such noises, yet there was an odd comfort betwixt it all. Dressing like a gentleman each passing day, living without work to receive pay, spending each day as he saw fit; being retired certainly had its benefits. Fiddling with his necktie, the Hybrid User began to wander within his imagination, yet thoughts of his son and brother stubbornly sat in his way of an aimless pondering. Grunting a dismissive sound, Friedrich simply sat there, awaiting the time to truly return home.
