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| : | A r e a ... D e s c r i p t i o n | : | ____ Once a rotted out village at the cusp of being absorbed my nature it recently had life breathed back into it by a tyrannical bandit looking for a place to call home. A small coastal village likely used for fishing in a time long passed. With the aid of a rag tag of group of shambling robots it has been restored into a fortress worthy of the Storm Bear's new home base.
The formally crumbling stone walls have been remasoned back to its former glory with not a single brick left out of place as it extends slightly out into the water. The stone walls have a total of fiver separate ramparts positioned in such a way that there are few blind spots when coming in through land. While one there was once several entrances into the village, in most part thanks to the crumbled wall, there now remains one entrance by land and one entrance by sea. The land entrance is guarded by a large stone gate flanked by two of the walls ramparts however the gate is usually left wide open during the daylight hours. Entering the village without permission from one of the guards will result in instant hostility, being attacked on sight. This security system works thanks to the make up of the residents being far from human allowing for long range communication without so much as a word. The village itself is separated into six districts, district being stretched due to the size of the village: The Gate, Hub, Docks, Training Grounds, Residential, and the Leaders Home.
Gate: The main entrance to the bandit hub, flanked by two towering ramparts. Entrance into the village is fairly simple as all that is required is for tribute to be paid. Tribute varies as it is more of a sign of paying respect and obedience to the leader. Failing to provide adequate tribute will result in being turned away. Attempting to enter while paying inadequate tribute will result in hostility and at best will only end with the perpetrator being robbed blind and left for dead. Two guards remain stationed at the gate itself and two guards are stationed at each of the ramparts flanking them.
Hub: The village center. At the direct center of the hub is a plain iron katana stabbed firmly into the earth's flesh. Ivy crawls up its dulled blade, gripping it tight. Nearby there resides a large wooden board covered in daily tasks for the residents of the village and even odd jobs listed for anyone to take. From this area of the village you have a clear path to the remaining districts.
Training Grounds: A large stone building covered in thick pine wood lays in this district, surrounded on all sides by flattened earth. This flattened earth has several dummies and targets plastered about with each having seen serious ware and tear. Inside the barracks you will find several rooms filled to the brim with books and scrolls of various use. Training in these barracks or the surrounding area will result in post reductions to all forms of techniques. (Ill let you decide what kind of reductions lan)
Docks: While technically an entrance to the village as mentioned before you will find forcing your way into this part of town a lot harder as security around the docks is more densely packed. This is because at the docks rest a couple of rather ramshackle boats on the verge of sinking. These ships act as the Storm Bear's primary way of spreading their influence into the world and the easiest way of getting pilfered loot back to it.
Residential: A handful of aged buildings act as the place for the citizens of the village to rest their heads after a day of hard work. While formerly decorating all of the village they have been moved closer to one united section as to avoid getting in the ways of others. Each home is resident to multiple of the bandits as everyone under the Storm Bear's banner is family whether they like it or not.
Leader's House: This small unassuming fisherman's hut is where the leader of the bandits rest's their hat whenever at the village. The home of Takira Hekireki is off limits to all but her retainers such as Jackal leader of the guards. Crossing into this small patch of land is off limits without the highest of excuses as the bandit takes a heavy handed approached to protecting what's hers. Avoid entering if you value your life.
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Posted: Thu Jul 05, 2018 7:21 pm
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tab Each step away from the hellhole she leaves behind was likely a better day in Takera's book. In fact, the trees around the gaping chasm were thick and rich, and as she walked she found a few people heading past her towards the distance, towards where the bag of bones and the banana hammock were gathering folks for a village. Yet her eyes were forward and her power was coursing through her veins as she moved forward, and those around her kept out of her way. Whether this was because they knew her, or because some supernatural sense told them she was a danger was difficult to tell, but either way no human ever seemed to get close enough to harass, just enough to be seen. tab As the sun began to set in the distance at last the trees began to thin, until the scent of the sea could be detected and, with it, came the sight of something else: a titanic wall, massive in the distance, and with the ever present mist that seemed to pervade her world it would have been impossible to see were it not for that same setting sun. Given the size and the rate of approach the walls must have been hundreds of feet tall, covered in growths that glowed faintly if observed for too long. Yet these walls curved slightly inwards, and there, nestled beneath it's gaze and within its shadow, lay what looked to be the ruins of an old village. tab The village looks ancient, once having been made of some sort of stone from the looks of it, but given it was several minutes of hard marching off it was difficult to tell for certain. Yet there it was, untouched, though mostly reclaimed by the swamp around it. What would she do?
Takira Gwyndolin Hekireki ll Strategist ll Doton :: Raiton ll Former Bandit Lord :: D-Rank Artillerist ll Jiton :: Ferromagnetic
❀Takira's blazing crimson eyes stayed trained ahead as she meandered her way through the brush and thicket of clumped trees. While she would have loved to get some training in she hand't felt comfortable enough staying in one place just yet. She had no fortress to sit back and relax in after all. idly she wondered for a moment if her camp even existed in Lightning any longer. 'While I have no idea how long its been... I built that ******** up myself. Ain't nothing short of a maelstrom making that fortress budge from its place.' She thought with a smirk, adjusting her open jacket. Just inches behind her body floated a thick cloud of iron flakes carrying her fancy pouch and katana. Her eyes squinted as light invaded her sight while breaking free of the forest into what appeared to be a road. A road with people no less. With a flick of her wrist her katana floated in front of her hand. She wasn't in the greatest of moods still. Perhaps stabbing a few of these peasants would make her feel better? She gripped onto the sheath, lowering it down besides her body, no real intent to go stab crazy. The people she walked past made wide strides around her. She could think of any number of reasons for their avoidance. Her furrowed brow and burning eyes? Her exposed chest and or drying blood smeared across it? Hell it could even be the literal gray cloud following her.
She used this to her advantaged as she forced herself in front of one of these unfortunate souls. Stopping him in place as the iron on his person began to get drawn into her. A wicked grin graced her lips as she pointed at the loaf of break peeking out from his backpack. Either way she enjoyed not being bothered. "See it as yer life insurance kicking in." She said softly as the man handed her the bread as if his life depended on it (It did). Taking the loaf she stepped into his person space until their faces were mere inches apart. "Boo." Was all she said as the man took off for the hills. 'Ah fight or flight. Never change human nature. Never change.' She thought with while he mood began top grow more positive. She lifted her hat's brim upwards as the sun began setting. No sense keeping it low if the sun was going to be in her eyes anyways. The longer she traveled down the road the smaller it became and the fewer people she saw until it was nothing but a path full of no one but the lone bandit. She was about to lift her headphones over her ears when she heard a queer sound. The sound of water crashing against the rocks. Her nose was filled with an invasive scent of salt as she looked around for the source. Her eyes settling on a ever growing wall that seemed to emerge from the newly lingering mist. Her eyes narrowed as she began drawing the iron around her towards her core, the gray cloud of plant matter soaked iron formed a small half orb behind her as she slipped her bag over her shoulder. She was used to using the cover of morning fog or mist to mount the first strike in an invasion so she was more than a little more alert to the same thing happening to her. She idly took a bite out of her new loaf of bread, chewing the poorly baked grain down. She had half a mind to toss the thing but her growling stomach said otherwise. 'If this is poisoned too I'm done being nice.' Was one of her after thoughts as she came closer to the overgrown stone walls.
Her lips formed a thin line as she peeked around the opening in the slightly glittering moss wall. "I was expecting nothing and I'm still disappointed," She grumbled stepping out from her cover and through the threshold of a nature taken village, "Fishing? A port? Either way those boats look water logged." She started drawing the iron around into her core as she began floating through over the tall gross baring her entrance. She didn't need ticks. Her eyes stayed trained on the mist surrounding her. She couldn't hear anything but the waves, couldn't see anything but the mist surrounded stone/plant houses, and couldn't smell anything but salt and undisturbed nature. Her hand began weaving a figure eight in the air in front of her as her iron flakes began grinding the grass in front of her down. Mowing it down to a thin path into her first destination. The largest of the stone shacks in the village. Stepping down onto the springing pile of shredded grass she kicked open the homes door. Or would have if it wasn't jammed. Glaring she cracked her knuckles and placed her hands on the warm wood. A pulse of chakra and her iron shot forward into the wood barring her entrance, until the force over took its un moving position breaking it off its hinges and crushing the fruit like grown that was behind it. Her eyes instantly spotted something she'd been longing for. A bed... a bed wrapped with ivy, but a bed none the less. "Wonder if theres anything else usable here." She grumbled as she began rummaging through the time capsule of a building. Her nature to take whatever she wanted without a care kicking in. Chakra Pool:: [275 //275] Stamina Pool:: [225 //225]
Quote " You said you would become a martyr for your ideals. In life, you must have been a pure saint. A proud and noble figure, certainly. But who can truly admire the martyr’s thorny path? Who dreams of such an ending? A king… The king must be greedier than any other. He must laugh louder and rage harder. He must exemplify the extreme of all things, good and evil. That is why his retainers envy and adore him. And why the flames of aspiration, to be as the king is, can burn within his people. Proud king of chivalry… The righteousness and ideals you bore may indeed have saved your nation once. However, I’m certain you know what became of those who were saved, but left to themselves.” :: Iskandar Takira's ThemeNieR: Gestalt - Shadowlord
Lanfaer
Posted: Fri Jul 20, 2018 7:09 pm
_______________The Narrator Whispers... ||
tab Exploring these ruins was difficult given the large amount of algae and moisture that made walking overall difficult. Add into that fact that the further into the ruins she walked Takira felt a force pressing against the control of her sand, making it fuzzy, difficult to maintain control. So much in fact that anything more than basic control would be all bust impossible on a few handfuls at a time. Yet as she explored the current building some things came to light, such as a small sphere emerald in color with sapphire dots in some pattern that didn't immediately become obvious. Little more than pips the sphere was the size of a golf ball, and it was warm to the touch, pleasantly so. Similar to the warmth of one pissing themselves, as Takira was likely familiar enough to know at a simple touch. [A - ranked Technology received] tab Still, too, there appeared to be a crate that, while rotted, looked intact. A quick strike freed its contents, spilling forth a mess of rotted hay and dust. In its center lay a pair of backpacks and steel chopsticks, plain gray, and clearly designed to be resistant to magnetism. A simple touch of the hand would prove that to her. tab The wind howled around her as it rushed through the ruins, and all around was silence. It permeated every breath, every movement. Silence, with no animal or insect noise to disturb it, only the movement of rotted wood and stone as water moved around it with lackadaisical approach.
Takira Gwyndolin Hekireki ll Strategist ll Doton :: Raiton ll Former Bandit Lord :: D-Rank Artillerist ll Jiton :: Ferromagnetic
❀A tingling sensation of growing danger nibbled away at the young bandit's heels the longer she remained in the stone enclosed village. There was something wrong about the stone covered in moss, or was it as simple as the soil? The fact that it took all her control just to open a door was proof enough. The iron she had drug around was spread all over the flight path she took to the building. Her range was considerably eroded. Still this bothered her little. It was an awful day anyways whats a little more horse s**t gonna do to the fan? She had other things to do, namely her favorite pastime outside of plowing: looting. The first thing she had found within the moderate stone shack was the a strange pedestal of sorts. A small glowing what at first glance could only be described as a golf ball that had just come back from a rave. A queerly designed rock that looked like it was trying way to hard to be a gemstone. Being the kleptomaniac that she was she plucked the small orb off of its cushioned throne and lifted it up into the air. How such a small trinket could produce light was curious but in an instant her interests changed. Her bosom was filled with a warmth she hadn't felt in a long long time. She closed her eyes as she pressed the orb against her bare chest. "Peace." She mumbled before shaking her head free from the orbs magical warmth.
Lifting her cap momentarily she pocketed the orb onto her head before covering it in her most treasured possession. "Interesting. I wonder if the other houses have one of these. Could be worth the check before catching some z's." She grumbled eyeing the weathered crate packed away into the space behind the houses door. Or where it would normally hang... had it not been torn off its hinges. Perhaps meant to be a hidden from any burglars. A crazed grin swepted across her face as she strode over to the rotted wood. All it took was one solid kick from her metal encased foot to splinter the wood into tiny fragments. Her grin wavered at first when she found two more backpacks. She was swimming in the buggers. However the sight of two metal rods interested her. She lifted her hand in an attempt to raise them, but they nary budged an inch. Even with her magnetic field as weak as it currently was such a close object should have bent to her whim. Interests piqued she lifted the pair of chopsticks into her hands. Her crimson orbs locked onto the thin sticks of metal as her magnetism developed them. She could sense faint specks of iron. 'This is some high grade steel. So refined. Just how did a fisherman come across a magic golf ball and such expensive dinnerware? Somethings off -well more off- about this village.' She thought tucking the chopsticks into her fancy backpack.
Returning to the entrance of the house she looked out into the tick grass and began setting to work. Slowly she gathered her missing iron and swept it into her current abode, letting it pile next to her new bed. Looking around her dimly lit home she grew tired of just how unkempt it was. it was practically like she was outside with how wild the overgrowth was. "Ehh got nothing better to to do." She grumbled with a shrug, unclasping her cloak and letting it fall over her pile of iron before dropping her bag on top it. While taking a long drawn out breath she drew her trusty katana once more, holding it out towards her vine imprisoned bed. Holding her breath in she took a testing slice towards her prize, the thin metal cleaving through he plant matter with ease. It was a sensation she was engrossed with. From her moment of waking time displaced she had been cleaving her way through natures barriers. A twisted sense of longing gripped her, blood lust hazing in the back of her mind as she imagined the thick vines as the chimera's mother. Crimson eyes burned with a flicker of lust as she began dissecting the interwoven chains of plant matter. [1/2]
Each clean motion helped her hands feel the power she felt at the time. It was a testament of her control of metal. A testament of ferocity. A testament of power. She stared down at the freed bed and began skewering the loose vines into her blade one at a time. The mother chimera was a toy she wanted oh so much to play more with. She walked out of her new abode and sliced into the air before gripping all of her magnetic powers around her blade halting it in place as the vines were cleaved off of the blade through momentum alone. It was then she was aware she had yet to release her breath. Her lungs were burning to be allowed to take in air. Taking a moment to breath she stared out into the sunset lit village and focused on her next target. The house next door. While she could easily have focused all her strength into her legs and just floated to it she was enjoying flailing around her phallic tool too much to do so. With each step forward she sliced into the roots of the stomach tall grass. This time the sensation reminded her of a time so long ago, when she was just a wee lass learning how to kill. Her manic grin was replaced with that of a soft smile. Unbeknownst to her the warm radiating from the orb on her head was invading her chest and making this pleasant again. The thoughts of slicing through waves of chimeras had faded as she finished mowing a new path in the village. Wiping her brow clean of sweat she pushed on the homes door pleasantly surprised by to find that this one wasn't locked by vines and fruit. What mundane treasures awaited her in this time capsule? Would this one also have possessions of uncharacteristic nature? [2/2][Katana proficiency rank up! D Rank achieved][-10 stamina] Chakra Pool:: [275 //275] Stamina Pool:: [215 //225]
Quote " You said you would become a martyr for your ideals. In life, you must have been a pure saint. A proud and noble figure, certainly. But who can truly admire the martyr’s thorny path? Who dreams of such an ending? A king… The king must be greedier than any other. He must laugh louder and rage harder. He must exemplify the extreme of all things, good and evil. That is why his retainers envy and adore him. And why the flames of aspiration, to be as the king is, can burn within his people. Proud king of chivalry… The righteousness and ideals you bore may indeed have saved your nation once. However, I’m certain you know what became of those who were saved, but left to themselves.” :: Iskandar Takira's ThemeNieR: Gestalt - Shadowlord
Lanfaer
Posted: Mon Jul 30, 2018 6:06 pm
Akuma
㊋ You're a, rock star (baby) Everybody wants you (everybody wants you)
"The world will beat you to the ground at a moments notice"
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xxx The further along Akuma got the less mist was around which he was more then thankful for. Whoever those strangers were must of brought the weather with them when they parted way, maybe literally but probably just in thought. Now that he could actually see more then a few feet in front of him he managed to find civilization.....to a point. Any level of excitement he felt was immediatly ruined as he started to notice just how messed up a lot of the buildings were, obvious signs of abandonment.
He'd been here before, situation wise, and would just follow up with what the had done before. He didn't have the damn patience for games. Inhaling sharply he cupped his hands around his mouths in a make shift speaker phone and would shout. "IS ANYONE IN THIS DUMP?" The booming voice pierced through any tranquility that was in the place and gave away Akuma's position, at the outskirts of the rotting heap of buildings, immediately. He didn't care though. Either whatever or whoever was in here would head his way, run, or he'd have the place to himself. Any option made it to a faster solution in his mind.
ooc ;;
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"But it's always up to you to stand back up again, or stay in the dirt." Player, who can really blame you (who can really blame you) We're the ones who made you
Shinobi Informationxxxx
Chakra 80/100 █ Stamina 100/100 Activation's / Jutsu Used ;; 1st ; 2nd ; 3rd ; Status Effects ; None
Profile Link Bloodline ; Lava Release Class ; None Affiliation ; None Status ; Healthy
Takira Gwyndolin Hekireki ll Strategist ll Doton :: Raiton ll Former Bandit Lord :: D-Rank Artillerist ll Jiton :: Ferromagnetic
❀Her heavy iron boots was the only sound that filled the abandoned home. Her breath the only source of non stagnate air. The air shifted accordingly as she forced her way in, scattering the dust distortion it from its stagnation. She sneezed as the dust tickled at her nose, her eyes scanning the room for anything of interest. 'Always loot the obvious first. Never know when you might be interrupted by its owners after all.' She mused to herself. One of her teachers lessons in pillaging. However a problem arose when there was nothing of any note in the building. Ziltch. Nada. 'Shitty backwater village. Not everything been eaten by moths and plants. Not a single wearable shirt either.' She grumbled to ehrself before taking a bite out of 'her' bread.
A loud somewhat annoying voice disrupted the peace of silence she was enjoying. She stopped nibbling on her remaining bread and let out a frustrated sigh. In a world so seemingly pillaged of humans, how was she continually being bothered by them? Placing her half eaten loaf down on a dusty counter she stared out the window at the setting sun. The bandit brushed brushed crumbs off of her face as she stomped out of the recently pillaged house, calm crimson eyes replaced by burning fires. While her hand gripped tightly on her katana she closed her fiery gaze and let her mind focus on only the iron on her feet. As weak as the odd stone made her control she could work with it. Her body levitated higher into the air with each step she took forward, damp wind breezed across her bare and bloodied torso. It stung at the healing gash on her chest. Her eyes opened once more as she stepped onto the roof of her new abode, her gear beneath her if she so needed it. The roof creaked with each step she made, her magnetic field no only slightly holding up her weight as she loosened its pull. The small woman stood at the peak of the center most building in the village. A scowl spreading across her face in annoyance. She scanned the horizon with burning intent before settling on a small speck of human standing on the border of her would be base of operations.
Quiet almost un noticeable drum beats began to sound at the back of her mind. After a simple roll of her shoulders she went to work. Her body squared up against the horizon behind her, making the most of her frame as she had to do so often in the past. In one fluid motion one that would look almost trained she stabbed her katana into a gap of the roof in front of her holding it in place with her magnetism as she extended her hands outwards and placed them overlapping on the top of her blade's buttcap. Mentally she cursed herself for leaving her cloak behind, the image of it blowing in the wind always added more of an air to her announcements. "Halt worm! You trespass on the realm of the Storm Bears! This s**t-stain on the map belongs to me alone! You sully the soil that belongs to the great TAKIRA GWYNDOLIN HEKIREKI! The Bloodied Iron! Scourge of Lightning! Leader of the feared Storm Bears! Entering my domain without an offering?! A mighty offense... one that MAY be forgiven if you leave my sight!" She shouted at an octave to match his own, one trained over years of terrorizing the plains of Lightning. It demanded attention. Perhaps the mood lighting of the setting sun behind her would have been enough but ever the showman the small bandit was. Her burning gaze was locked onto the lone figure of her annoyance. As the sound of her boisterous voice faded off into the surrounding area the drumming in her head steadily grew louder. Chakra Pool:: [275 //275] Stamina Pool:: [225 //225]
Quote " You said you would become a martyr for your ideals. In life, you must have been a pure saint. A proud and noble figure, certainly. But who can truly admire the martyr’s thorny path? Who dreams of such an ending? A king… The king must be greedier than any other. He must laugh louder and rage harder. He must exemplify the extreme of all things, good and evil. That is why his retainers envy and adore him. And why the flames of aspiration, to be as the king is, can burn within his people. Proud king of chivalry… The righteousness and ideals you bore may indeed have saved your nation once. However, I’m certain you know what became of those who were saved, but left to themselves.” :: Iskandar Takira's ThemeNieR: Gestalt - Shadowlord
Odoeb
Lanfaer
Posted: Tue Jul 31, 2018 7:54 pm
Akuma
㊋ You're a, rock star (baby) Everybody wants you (everybody wants you)
"The world will beat you to the ground at a moments notice"
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xxx Ahh there it was, a sign of life. People always hated when he pulled stunts like that but lo and behold it quickened an eventuality. Akuma listened to her speech with his eyes practically glazed over. When she finished however his lips twitched for a moment before he doubled over in laughter, unable to contain himself any longer. Through the fit of hysterics he somehow managed to regain his composure enough to say, "Holyyyyy ******** I needed that. Look I don't know or care who the hell you are i'm just making my way through town. Isn't much of a claim either if it's just your pompous a** sitting on it either"
Of course he had reacted like that. This wasn't the first time he had come across someone like her but every time he did he always lost his s**t over the sight. Let alone the fact that this one was a sixteen year old girl who seemed to think the sun shined out her a**. Though if he was honest with himself, he wasn't much better in terms of how he presented himself.
Literally ignoring her words of threat he started forward towards her but didn't even reach for his weapons.
"Look neither of us probably have time for a fight, nor really want to if you woke out of one of those crystal things. Unless you really want to risk a crazy injury when the nearest hospital might be non existent. I'm on a mission to find the land of fire, apparently, so if you have any directions to that I'll leave. Otherwise i'm sure there are a few good scraps to take from here before hand"
It was confrontational, of course. Akuma practically lived for this kind of situation. Though he also knew that someone with that much confidence had the chance of being extremely dangerous. Either it was over confidence, or confidence with a very good backing. He wouldn't be letting his guard down either way.
"Oh right and my name, is Akuma."
ooc ;;
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"But it's always up to you to stand back up again, or stay in the dirt." Player, who can really blame you (who can really blame you) We're the ones who made you
Takira Gwyndolin Hekireki ll Strategist ll Doton :: Raiton ll Former Bandit Lord :: D-Rank Artillerist ll Jiton :: Ferromagnetic
❀Takira stared in silence as the speck of a human crossed the border of her unofficial bandit hive. A scowl spread across her face as she let out a sigh of indifference. 'Oh whatever.' She thought to herself, releasing her magnetic field around her blade while she swept it back into its sheath. The drumming faded as he continued to show a stance that lacked vigor. Just another person unworthy of making her blood pump. With a single step forward she vanished from sight, dropping through a whole in the roof. It was like one of those fancy magic shows that caravaned around. A loud thud echoed out from the center most house, a small cloud of dust puffing out from the broken doorway. She looked around the room trying to reorient herself, she could have sworn the bed was on the other side of the building. Luckily alll her gear was right where she left it. As the dust settled and the boy finally shut up the bandit herself exited out of the doorframe. This time wearing her red cloak along with two small orbs of grayish material. 'Man this ******** stone, cant be flashy if I can't even carrying all my iron around?' The bandit leaned up against her er- home before staring deadpan at the boy. She opened her cloak up, flashing the boy, to show the large gash on her chest. She wasn't buying what he was selling.
"Crazy injury? Just woke up? Sorry to tell ya kid. This old broads had enough of boring fights for one day. I'm not repeating myself though. Just because you have a pair of steel balls dangling from yer skivvies don't mean I ain't waiting for my tribute. Anything will suffice," She said as a long pointed yawn escaped from her lips, "As for Fire? I only know this ain't no Lightning. Could be the a** end of Snow for all I know or care. I set a large a** building say... that away on fire. You could take yer scrawny a** that way and claim it the Land of Fire. I'm sure those charred corpses could point you the correct way at the least." She made a vague gesture of direction, mostly because she couldn't remember if she ever got turned around while poisoned, but really she was just tying to be a jackass. She was tired and sore, with the last house being so empty she wasn't in the mood to loot anything else that night. The oddly warm stone hidden in her cap was also helping to diffuse her would be faux anger. "Well kid? I ain't got all day-- night? Whatever just hand over a trinket." Her face remained a mask of deadpan the whole time, as if she was reading off from a script. A mugging was mundane part of everyday life for her at this point. It could be equated with eating breakfast. Chakra Pool:: [275 //275] Stamina Pool:: [225 //225]
Quote " You said you would become a martyr for your ideals. In life, you must have been a pure saint. A proud and noble figure, certainly. But who can truly admire the martyr’s thorny path? Who dreams of such an ending? A king… The king must be greedier than any other. He must laugh louder and rage harder. He must exemplify the extreme of all things, good and evil. That is why his retainers envy and adore him. And why the flames of aspiration, to be as the king is, can burn within his people. Proud king of chivalry… The righteousness and ideals you bore may indeed have saved your nation once. However, I’m certain you know what became of those who were saved, but left to themselves.” :: Iskandar Takira's ThemeNieR: Gestalt - Shadowlord
Odoeb
Lanfaer
Posted: Tue Jul 31, 2018 9:38 pm
Akuma
㊋ You're a, rock star (baby) Everybody wants you (everybody wants you)
"The world will beat you to the ground at a moments notice"
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xxx This girl was something. A wicked gash and she was still trying to slap her rights down in front of him. Her words of anything will suffice though did bring a thought to mind. Calling him scrawny was pretty funny in his mind, he was more bulky if anything but eh these were the jabs they did.
What she received as tribute would be spat, literally, at her feet as Akuma spit in front of her.
"Hope that's enough Bear ********, because there isn't anything else I would give to someone like you"
Seemed like she either didn't know where the hell they were either or was being a smart a** about it. Either way someone like her, who really was starting to remind him of himself, would either end up dead or ruling in a place like this. Extremes never paid out in the middle grounds. Still he really didn't want to cross weapons with the chick, even if she was trying to mug him. Had to be the calmest mugging he was ever a part of. ooc ;;
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"But it's always up to you to stand back up again, or stay in the dirt." Player, who can really blame you (who can really blame you) We're the ones who made you
Takira Gwyndolin Hekireki ll Strategist ll Doton :: Raiton ll Former Bandit Lord :: D-Rank Artillerist ll Jiton :: Ferromagnetic
❀Takira's dulled crimson eyes tracked the wad of spittle that the young boy had decided to give as tribute. Her brow twitched ever so slightly as the mucus entwined saliva splattered on her freshly cut grass before specks of liquid brushed onto her metallic boots. Her eyelids lowered before enveloping her world in darkness. The bandits hands would tighten into small firsts while the previously muted drumming in her head was pounded back to life. It was like her blood was flowing once again as the ashes in her stomach sparked back into life. Maybe it was her constant unsatisfying encounters since she slaughtered the Chimeras and lost her potential underling, maybe it was her obnoxious levels of pride, or maybe it was because this kid reminded her of someone she just didn't like. Her eyes opened normally, as if she hadn't just had them closed for a few seconds. Her movement was calm lacking any hostility as she pushed her back off of the buildings wall. Her eyes told another tale. From the moment they opened they were no longer the dull pair of orbs that belonged to a tired old lady who just wanted peace and quiet. Her pupils had shrunk drastically, the previously cold crimson not engulfing them in burning red. She slid her slender hand through her bangs, while a short sigh escaped her lips. "Its been so long since I had to teach a kid manners. So full of piss and vinigar kids these days... If'n yer offering a body fluid as yer tribute I'd say yer off the mark on which needs to coat my boots." Was all she said. She brought two fingers together and let a snap loose into the quiet evening air. The pair of gray orbs behind her suddenly busted into a cloud of iron covered in the stench of bile and blood hiding the small bandit from sight and smell. With her waning control free from holding the iron into two highly compressed orbs she forced the iron in her boots towards her core launching her forward into the air. She thought back to the training she had been working on only minutes before and how natural using a blade was begin to feel. When she woke up in the botanical her body wasn't the only thing stolen from her, all her strength and confidence was taken with it. She had forgotten how a leader was supposed to act. She abandoned her first minion in this new world out of fear. But the small journey from that burned down glass dome to this middle of no where fishing hamlet has slowly but surely grinding the rust out of her gears. 'You are Takira. You are the pillar of your clan. You are a cancer on the world. You are bad person! FREE YOURSELF OF THIS CHILDISHNESS.' A thunderous 'boom' erupted in her mind as she shouted at herself. The drums of war were raging in her head. Her body felt lighter as she moved through the cloud of iron, as if the chains of her new found youth were breaking. She smoothly drew her katana as gravity took over her momentum, reading her katana for a helm splitting type of blow. A leader didn't take disrespect from her clan and she sure as hell didn't take it from some nobody invading her territory.
[-10 Stamina, D Ranked Katana unnamed strike] [ooc: Im starting to wish I didn't make Taki such an aggressive person. ;n; also sorry for the wait] Chakra Pool:: [275 //275] Stamina Pool:: [215 //225]
Quote " You said you would become a martyr for your ideals. In life, you must have been a pure saint. A proud and noble figure, certainly. But who can truly admire the martyr’s thorny path? Who dreams of such an ending? A king… The king must be greedier than any other. He must laugh louder and rage harder. He must exemplify the extreme of all things, good and evil. That is why his retainers envy and adore him. And why the flames of aspiration, to be as the king is, can burn within his people. Proud king of chivalry… The righteousness and ideals you bore may indeed have saved your nation once. However, I’m certain you know what became of those who were saved, but left to themselves.” :: Iskandar Takira's ThemeNieR: Gestalt - Shadowlord
Odoeb
Lanfaer
Posted: Sat Aug 04, 2018 12:03 pm
Akuma
㊋ You're a, rock star (baby) Everybody wants you (everybody wants you)
"The world will beat you to the ground at a moments notice"
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xxx There it was, the line had been crossed. Words were out the window and the bulls would butt heads. What Akuma wasn't expecting was the damn smoke. Typical, everyone had a gimmick.
Unsheathing his right sword he stumbled back a few steps in the smoke attempting to get his bearings. Her strike would actually hit.....however she would witness, if she could see at all through her smoke, an odd occurance as the blade itself seemed to almost scratch across the boys skin rather then rip it (d ranked defense scale 3 reduced to scale 2) leaving a thin red line behind and his eyes would lock onto her position now.
Without missing the beat instead of the boy retreating he actually would step forward suddenly and swing his left hand in a fist aimed directly for her center mass of torso. (D Ranked Unarmed strike, increased .5 rank strength due to power level of 8 ) ooc ;;
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"But it's always up to you to stand back up again, or stay in the dirt." Player, who can really blame you (who can really blame you) We're the ones who made you
Chakra 155/155 █ Stamina 145/155 Activation's / Jutsu Used ;; 1st ; D Ranked Unarmed strike, increased .5 rank strength due to power level of 8 2nd ; 3rd ; Status Effects ; d ranked defense scale 3 reduced to scale 2
Profile Link Bloodline ; Lava Release Class ; None Affiliation ; None Status ; Healthy
Takira Gwyndolin Hekireki ll Strategist ll Doton :: Raiton ll Former Bandit Lord :: D-Rank Artillerist ll Jiton :: Ferromagnetic
❀Takira's gaze remained forward as her body fell with gravity, her blade sliding against the kids chest like it was made out of stone, however where one might see an impossibility the bandit merely saw it for what it was. A weakness. While her blade might not have pierced the flesh it was plain to see that it still had an effect. Every armor can be broken once the first chain in the mail is cut... But humans who relied on using armor, no matter the kind, had weaker flesh beneath. A long red 'stab me right here' marker was left behind as she halted in mid air with all momentum paused in place. Her left hand not resting on the hilt of her blade like the right. It was held in a fist just under the blades butt. Common slight of hand it appeared her hand was being used to aid in her strikes. Her magnetic field surged with chakra the instant her body had paused in the air while her body it was suddenly jerked backwards ever so slightly allowing the hairs on his fingers to graze against her blood crusted stomach. The only clue to how it was preformed being the cloud of metallic flakes that seemed to halt in the air momentarily. Something easily passed off with just how many flakes surrounded her. Without feeling the weight of her blade piercing flesh her body had no choice but to except the strike as missed its mark of killing having to use muscle memory to move back. 'Draws a blade and counters with a fist. Queer.' Was a thought that passed her mind as she stared down at the fist swinging right in front of her. Rather than countering she merely let her feet return to the ground and stepped back into her falling flakes of iron while her left hand unlatched from under the butt and twisted her headphones up and over her ears. "I needed to get my rocks off. Lets bathe in bile and blood. Thunder calls." Was her reply for his counter while she stepped back once more into the threshold of her new abode, the sounds of distant drums no longer raged in the back of her head. Instead they enveloped the foreground of her consciousness, tainting her thoughts as they pounded in rhythm with her heart. Warmth coursed through body. Blush swelling in her cheeks as the arousal of combat caressed her core. Combat was like a drug for her, it pleased her to no end being able to slaughter masses so while the sounds in her head may be just a fictional construct it was merely her way of copping and accepting an invasive desire. Time seemed to slow around her the mask of calm disinterest cracked like the skin of a porcelain doll leaving behind a lustful and maniacal grin as the cloud of iron she utilized settled on the ground between them. A double edged sword being crazy for battle is, while she couldn't feel all of the pain of her burning wounds the increased heart rate was causing other problems. Obvious from the thin trickles of blood running from her previously clotted gash. A deep unnerving breath escaped her mouth as she held her blade forward in front of her waiting for how he'd react.
[D ½ Ranked dodge, -15 chakra] Chakra Pool:: [250 //275] Stamina Pool:: [215 //225]
Quote " You said you would become a martyr for your ideals. In life, you must have been a pure saint. A proud and noble figure, certainly. But who can truly admire the martyr’s thorny path? Who dreams of such an ending? A king… The king must be greedier than any other. He must laugh louder and rage harder. He must exemplify the extreme of all things, good and evil. That is why his retainers envy and adore him. And why the flames of aspiration, to be as the king is, can burn within his people. Proud king of chivalry… The righteousness and ideals you bore may indeed have saved your nation once. However, I’m certain you know what became of those who were saved, but left to themselves.” :: Iskandar Takira's ThemeNieR: Gestalt - Shadowlord
Odoeb
Lanfaer
Posted: Sat Aug 04, 2018 10:56 pm
Akuma
㊋ You're a, rock star (baby) Everybody wants you (everybody wants you)
"The world will beat you to the ground at a moments notice"
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xxx Oh she had those tricks he liked that, wouldn't go down easily. This fighting though brought sparks to life in his mind, memories flowed back as his body was invigorated (Free Training posts used on stages 1 and 2 of western bursting fists).
Red chakra pulsed through his left hand as he clenched his fist and rushed forward again (Double Tap activated).
Another punch was thrown in rapid movement for the girls face and it would be followed up by an immediate punch to the gut afterwards, the double tap he had used previously bolstering his speed. (Double Tap basically lets me use Single Action twice within one activation. Single Action is D Rank strength, as well as .5 rank faster plus I guess an additional D Rank in speed so says double tap)
ooc ;; Oh man the taijutsu i got has some weird combos. Hope i got it right, if not I can edit!
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"But it's always up to you to stand back up again, or stay in the dirt." Player, who can really blame you (who can really blame you) We're the ones who made you
Chakra 145/155 █ Stamina 125/155 Activation's / Jutsu Used ;; 1st ; Double Tap 2nd ; Single Action 3rd ; Status Effects ; d ranked defense scale 3 reduced to scale 2
Profile Link Bloodline ; Lava Release Class ; None Affiliation ; None Status ; Healthy
Takira Gwyndolin Hekireki ll Strategist ll Doton :: Raiton ll Former Bandit Lord :: D-Rank Artillerist ll Jiton :: Ferromagnetic
❀Takira's manic grin widened to show her predatorial teeth the moment the child rushed into right over her pile of iron flakes. So easily the child dove right into her den. As he charged she slowly stepped through the doors threshold and into the buildings open room, anchoring her feet in blade to brace the coming blow. Instinctual she lifted her katana in front of her face to intercept the first of the attacks. Holding it firmly with right hand, her left bracing her other cupped in a fist. The boys flesh had proven strong enough to stop her blade so it was unlikely to just lop of his hand right there. [1/3] What she couldn't have predicted was the the fact that he could move at speeds previously un shown. A solid gut punch surprised her. Spittle sprayed out into the air between them, instead of a look of pain or confusion spreading onto her face instead a more preserved brightening of her blush. She recoiled slightly before gritting her teeth and sucking up the shortness of breath. Her burning eyes locked onto their target before forcing her right arm down from its position in front of her face. She took a hard slice downwards at the boy while her bracing left hand was now free to continue doing its own thing. [2/3] Two fingers extended in front of her face in a V pose as she sucked air in through her teeth. Just as quickly as they extended her pointer closed leaving her to flick him off. Her magnetic field came back to life with a sudden surge of her Jiton chakra. The fiery gaze left the boy the moment her blade was set into its downward course and instead focused on the space behind him. With the reinforcement momentarily allowed her to fight back against the villages draining effect to her control as the pile of iron suddenly began getting drawn towards her core. [3/3] A chest splitting type of attack came for the previous c***k in his flesh armor at the front while a hail of bullet shaped wads of condensed iron came for his backside. The crazed bandit was excited to see how he would overcome her war on two fronts.
[D Ranked block, - 10 Stamina -1 Durability to Katana][1/3] [D Ranked unnamed Katana attack, -10 Stamina][2/3] [C Ranked reinforcement to Magnetic Manipulation, -20 Chakra][3/3] [ooc: thanks I hate it] Chakra Pool:: [230 //275] Stamina Pool:: [205 //225]
Quote " You said you would become a martyr for your ideals. In life, you must have been a pure saint. A proud and noble figure, certainly. But who can truly admire the martyr’s thorny path? Who dreams of such an ending? A king… The king must be greedier than any other. He must laugh louder and rage harder. He must exemplify the extreme of all things, good and evil. That is why his retainers envy and adore him. And why the flames of aspiration, to be as the king is, can burn within his people. Proud king of chivalry… The righteousness and ideals you bore may indeed have saved your nation once. However, I’m certain you know what became of those who were saved, but left to themselves.” :: Iskandar Takira's ThemeNieR: Gestalt - Shadowlord
