㊋ 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 was an obvious shift of tone when her magnetic force hit him in the back, biting in his skin even as he blocked her blade from the front. What was once a man fighting for the sake of fighting seemed to evaporate into something much colder as his free hand flicked into a hand seal that went to touch the ground beneath him. Suddenly in a ring around Takira (maybe 5 inches across surrounding them) the ground would become molten rock that flicked up wards in a splatter of lava, aiming wildly. There wasn't a specific target so much as a shower of lava that would likely hit the roof and walls around them plus perhaps even a few stray ones hitting Akuma himself. No doubt the building wouldn't enjoy the swift temperature change, nor would the wood help much at all. 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 145/155 █ Stamina 115/155 Activation's / Jutsu Used ;; 1st ; D Rank block -10 Stamina 2nd ; D ranked defense broken after c rank damage took out scale 2 3rd ; Lava Manipulation C rank Status Effects ; d ranked defense scale 3 reduced to scale 0
Profile Link Bloodline ; Lava Release Class ; None Affiliation ; None Status ; Injured
❀Takira delighted in the sudden tone shift, she lived for this moment: when people would finally stop pretending she was some gag character and recognizing someone so small and loud could actually be dangerous. A soft clink of metal deflecting from the front and a satisfying thundering of iron balls against flesh crescendo nicely with the constant drumming of her head. The second of silence that came about as the boy began using hand seals signaled the start of act two of her musical. Crimson orbs followed her opponents eye movements to the quickly altering state of ground beneath her person. Her freed hand suddenly opened wide as chakra began jolting through her legs. The bandits small frame was jerked backwards away from the pillar of molten earth and back towards her stash of items next to her new bed. [1/3] The large shield she had dropped off was pulled in front of her being as the magma fell with gravity. Fire spread between the pair as it consumed the floor and scorched the stone roof.. Her playful eyes shared instantly the moment droplets and sludge of molten earth landed directly on said new bed. Sparking to life as fire engulfed the dusty blanket. The rapidly spreading fires had a cooling effect to her emotional reactions. Her face lacked expression again, this time it wasn't for a lack of interest at the very least. For second time that day forsaken day Takira began feeling the cold embers of true wrath burning away at her stomach: When the banana hammock had insulted her dumb asses and now when some nobody decided to burn down her home.
Anger had a wonderful effect on the young bandit lords memory as similar scenes flashed in front of her eyes so did the various ways she had countered them. Her spine shuddering as memories of how to produce a few choice Jiton techniques filled her skull. [See Below] "You come into my hamlet. Into my new home... and start burning it to the ground?" Her tone lacked mirth now, playfulness going out the window with all the newly pluming smoke. As smoke clouded the vision between her and the boy her sand began rising around her body, extended arm slowly but surely re-dressing herself. Her body slowly angled forward as if she was about to enter a sprinting position only for her body to halt half way. Closing her hand into a white knuckled fist the bandit was suddenly propelled forward. With momentum carrying her through the air her magnesia was focused elsewhere. For a moment she had let go of her katana as her hands weaved themselves into a decisive set of hand seals. [3/3] Her right hand contorted as its fingers re gripped her falling behind katana's hilt, making an upwards slashing motion at his stomach as her left hand gripped the air as if it was holding something. The boi would easily notice that the flakes that had been dropping had begun to take shape behind him. A mirror image of the bandit that attempting to spill his guts all over her welcome mat. Her hand would have noticeable shaking as the iron being attempted to grapple the child from behind. If he wanted to burn her home down that was fine, but he would be putting the flames out with his blood.
[-20 Chakra for C Rank dodge][1/3] [-10 Stamina for D Ranked unnamed strike][2/3] [-20 Chakra for using Hagane Bunshin no Jutsu (Iron Clone)][3/3]
[-10 Chakra for town magnesia resistance since I have no idea if its even required] [[-8 free posts for auto learning Teikou no Michi and Hagane Bunshin no Jutsu]]
[[ooc: Added stamina and chakra to total amount, bonus from bloodline contest that were never added and don't worry its not getting added into available just cap. Speaking of which, make sure you keep yer remaining pools up to date I noticed discrepancies between the last post and this one.]] Chakra Pool:: [180 //325] Stamina Pool:: [195 //245]
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
❀Takira's eyes ignited with icy flames as her metal clone wrapped its solid arms around her target. He was trapped. he hadn't managed to move his body in time to avoid her trap. Now his hands were unable to make any of those damned-able hand seals to sprout more of that lava that could destroy her defensive line. The world seemed to slow around them as she stared deep into his eyes, her metal boots clanking on the ground as her momentum carried her downwards. Her sand controlling hand moved to grip her katana's hilt as the swipe neared his chest. Her force increased as the tell tale pressure of metal against flesh attempted to halt her blade. Alas the woman was long since past having any regrets towards what she was about to do to this kid. True to the fire the boy had shown challenging her he stood fast as she cleaved through his chest and stomach. She met his glare with one of her own as blood began spraying over the young bandits chest and face. "Now this kid... This is the body fluid you should have used as tribute." She said calmly as the cold flames of rage began smoldering out. The drums had met a instantaneous end after her blade was free from his flesh. "Don't feel bad though, after all you get to die by my hands! Takira Gwyndolin Hekireki is the one who taken yer life! REJOICE! You suffer in this rancid world no longer. You SUFFER constant loss no longer!" The moment she had announced his suffering was over she had decapitated the boy in a precise swipe. Blood began fizzling out against the raging flames around her as an all to familiar thud hit the ground.
Her sand clone began dragging the headless corpse out of her way and into towns square. Each step the golem of iron made the more it destabilized. Without a constant influx of chakra the stones of the village were beating her magnesis. She signed before stepping over the threshold she placed all her traps in and walked her way out of the burning building. Her blood soaked fingers griped her crimson cloak and brought it up to her face, wiping the fresh fluid from around her eyes. "Shame he had to be so disrespectful, could have had a competent minion to replace my deerlet Chloe." She grumbled out as she gripped the corpses shoulder and pulled it further away from the building while her sand collapsed in on itself and piled up on the ground. She could have let the boy have a warriors death and let him burn away in his own fire, but he had taken something from her so she was going to take everything from him. Takira was a cruel woman. It was something she embraced and made her own. Her upbringing wasn't to blame, she was just a bad apple. She dropped the body down on the village docks as the sun nearly finished setting on the horizon. Only a few minutes of sunlight remained. So she went to work, picking apart the corpse for any goods on its person. With all of his items and scrolls placed onto the docks wood she hoisted the limp body onto her shoulder. She had half a mind to take his clothing but it had been far to damaged to be considered useful for her, well everything but his robe. She tossed his corpse back into her burning house and took a few steps away.
A yawn bubbled up out of her chest as she watched the collapse as all the wooden supports burnt away to cinders. She planted her blade into the soil and rested her hands atop it as she watched the fire burn itself out. She was only watching the inferno at this point because she didn't want the fire to spread. He may have taken one of her buildings but she wasn't about to let the blaze take them all. At a moments notice she would have ran to the water side and forced her sand into an emergency bucket. It would have been a huge waste of her energy but luckily it wasn't needed. "It was a fun fight for a bit there kid. May whatever gods you worshiped return the favor." She said out of respect for his blood lust before returning to the dock. Using her magnesis she forced her tower shield to act as a faux shower. As cold water doused any remaining fire in her body she washed the blood soaking her skin away into the water side. Using her trusty cloak as a towel she dried her body off and began looking over her loot. The boys robe fit nicely over her frame, likely due to him not being on the larger side. Most the the boys gear was camping utilities, much like what she woke up with on her person. He did have a nice pair of katana's to compensate for her home though. She was a bit of a katana nerd, while they weren't high quality they would do for what she was doing: surviving. Other than the basics there was a pile of scrolls that piqued her interest, after a good nap they were sure to provide her some much needed fluidity to her assaults. With her ideal base of operations now gone she was forced to go for her backup.
The village's very own harbourmaster shack. It took her a few moments to cut down the vines holding the door in place but her perseverance was rewarded. It wasn't a very large building like the first one she chose but to was compact. No space wasted and no nooks for people to hide from her. She closed the door behind her and let her iron pile up against it, the pile was heavy enough that any intruder would have to get loud enough to wake her. The yawning was becoming more frequent as her fatigue began setting in, her stomach was a mess from getting punched square in the gut. She glared at the state the bed was in. Once again she was forced to remove the plant life from her prize. Tossing the plants and vines out the shacks window she preceded to block it and the faint light spewing in with her tower shield. After all this work and slaughter she was finally going to get some rest. Her body hit the cushioned goodness like a sack of bricks. 'Shame.' She thought as her eyes closed and the allure of sleep began to drag her away.
[ooc: Akuma has been killed off at the request of Odoeb.] Chakra Pool:: [180 //325] Stamina Pool:: [195 //245]
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 Aug 28, 2018 3:55 pm
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tab As the fires of damnation took the soul that was once known as Akuma the vengeful queen slumbered upon her makeshift bed with intent to sleep soundly. Perhaps, as her sleeping mind rejoiced in the memory of what was, and would be again, she would realize her victory came with more than her had expected: [+550 Experience, +2 Scrolls of Choice]. But what she failed to recognize is that such an action came with consequences. This place that had been taken as empty had been anything but. In fact, of the great many beings that found this place their home one failed to do so. No, home wasn't the word that had been used for it. Prison, more like. Hell, closer still. Something rose from the whispering shadows and reached forth upon the world, tasting its first breath of fresh air in thousands of years. Touching the air stirred forces that fled from it, something that rattled the wooden boards of the shack she'd fallen asleep in. Not enough, perhaps, to wake her, but that wasn't the point. It was the freedom of something dark, sinister, and wholy brought on by the death of a human being at the hands of another, with the intent to spread misery. tab In a moment the presence was gone, out into the four winds. Free at last. tab Instead what rose from the absence of the force would await the female to free herself from the last dregs of sleep come morning. She would find, situated around her home, twenty different animals of varying types, sizes, and disrepair, for these were anything but made of flesh. Machines, each with no movement, no sound, stiller than death and just as forgiving. The closest, a jackal, sat on its hind quarters no more than twenty feet from the door, its metal frame reflecting a strange blue brown tone in the light of the new sun.
❀Takira groaned as she was forced from her attempted nest by a rather uncomfortable mattress. To no ones surprise a bed left to rot in an abandoned village hadn't been properly maintained. Her stiff body rolled right off of the mattress and onto the hard floor. Staring up at the dark ceiling she decided the floor would have to do. It was nothing she wasn't accustom to, after all no newbies in the Storm Bears get a bed until their first successful campaign. Instead of passing out half naked in the chilly night air she decided to make makeshift floor bed. Kicking off her steel boots she got to work. Step one was laying out her blanket onto the floor as a barrier against the chill, step two was placing her bag on it as a faux pillow, and step three was curling up into a ball using her trusty cloak as a blanket... secret step four was resting her hat next to her head, letting her hair spew out free once more. She let out a long tired yawn before turning on her side to get comfortable. The small mystical orb she had found in the first buildings altar still shone faintly even in the darkness. 'Just what does this niknak do?' She thought dryly before managing to find the perfect position to drag her thoughts away into sleep. Somewhere the sleepy daze she had grasped onto the orb and held it close to her chest, the faint warmth it radiated filling her bosom. The bandits eyes flickered back to life as the world engulfed itself in fire. Screams carried on the harsh winds licking the towering walls of flames to and fro. "So its a dream tonight." The voice that came from her mouth was slightly deeper, more refined. She was an adult again, unfortunately that meant little had changed. Cursed with a short stature and and overall youthful appearance thanks to her mothers blood. Not even the pleasant nature of dreams could let the bandit stand tall. She bore into the flames to inquire exactly where or when she was. The familiar stone structure work was all that was required. It was the first camp. Edrich's kingdom that she had stolen from his corpse. "Ah! It must be that night..." She mumbled to herself as the flames around her seemed to bend into a cage, quickly creeping closer to her person, "My first encounter with Lightn- Aight ya rat bastards! Ain't none of ya earned the right to touch my new kingdom!" Her consciousness was easily absorbed into the memory forgetting all together it was even a dream. She was back to just a few years after dethroning her father figure. She had grown too big to ignore, hitting one too many caravans heading to Lightnings capital. She was finally deemed enough of an annoyance for the Raikage to send some of his spooks- sorry Shinobi.
A shell of iron wrapped around her body as the flames attempted to enclose her from the world. Pinching the bridge of her nose she reflected on what had transpired. There were children sent after her. Some younger than even she would recruit to spill blood. The golden city of Kumogakure saw her as such a speck on the map that children wet behind the ears were chosen to bring her in to face her crimes. The young woman hated being looked down on. This was a personal insult from the Raikage them self. As the iron protecting her began to glow bright from the heat she decided to show the kids terrorizing her dumbass subordinates a lesson on how to pillage. With a flick of her fingers the shell exploded into a rain of molten iron, melting into the skin of her pray that stood too close. The pain evidently enough to disrupt their magic- ninjutsu cage. "Weak. Pathetic. You called these flames?!" She yelled as she took a step forward towards the shinobi, One of them acting as a medic, attempting to remove the iron burning holes into a shinobi's flesh. The young boy looked up as if they just realized how stupid it was to attempt first aid without confirming safety. They must have thought their comrade caused the explosion of iron by charring away at her flesh. They moved to protect their patient only for a swift hand to grip their weapon hand, applying pressure to the wrist until their puny knife was dropped. They shouted for the rest of the squad to come to their aid, pulling them back from chasing the fleeing bandits. Exactly what the bandit leader wanted. What was a fight without challenge?! The medic gave her a defiant glare before they noticed Takira was holding something in front of them. Oh from where did they get that bleeding leg? As the medic collapsed down onto her burn victim their target let out a mighty chuckle, tossing the leg over her shoulder before stabbing her blade down into the medics skull. "Ooo~ No more pocket healer for you guys." She announced as the shinobi squad reached her position.
One of them screamed in anger before charging at her, obviously the first time they had seen someone killed off. Takria clenched her hand into a fist, pulling at the cooling iron fused with on of the kids skin, tossing the still living burn victim between them as a meat shield. A thud against her magnetic field was all the signal she needed to impale her blade into her shield and the idiot who had impacted it. Tightening her muscles she sliced threw the mess of organs flesh and bones, tearing the blade free from both of the children's sides. At that remained was one smart child who upon seeing their squad mercilessly slaughtered obviously running for their squad leader. The scene skipped forward as the bandit stood bored waiting for the return of her prey. However rather than the brat returning with the leader, only the leader came. Seemingly having sent the last brat off to the safety of Cloud. There was rage evident in the mans eyes, to him he was going to be leaving this cursed night having lost all but one child in his charge. "Oh? Are you angry I treated them like I would adults? Isn't that how yer damned system works?! I'm just treating them like you would! Canon fodder!" She shouted mocking the system of shinobis. This taunt was all the Shinobi needed, changing forth as lightning crackled around him.
Only for the unscratched bandit to stomp on the ground. As the man neared her he noticed some alarming qualities. Her hair was rising and the metal on her person pointed straight at him as if attempting to fly into him. "I wasn't even worth looking into. Sheesh." She said casually as spikes of iron erupted from the ground around her impaling the mid air man in the thigh. As he struggled to free himself the iron spread, engulfing his body in a thick shifting sand of iron. "This. Is why you don't ******** with my possessions." She yelled gesturing at the smoldering bandit camp before clenching both hands into fists. Her field warped aggressively as her iron coffin turned into an iron maiden. Her iron coating in blood before dropping the corpse to the ground. The bandit turning on her heel to begin walking towards the camps exit, she had to go to the meet up point she set up in the case of emergency. A weak hand gripped onto her leg as she moved forward, causing her burning gaze to turn onto the source. It wasn't one of the shinobi but instead one of her own. A young man barely her own age that had stayed to fight against the shinobi. They locked eyes and-
Her eyes shot open in shock. Her mind taking a second to catch up with the situation. She spat out, sitting up on her ground bed. Lifting her hand she drug the tower shield out of the huts window with her weakened control. Light blinded her for a moment as she was greeted with the morning sunlight. "Well at least it was a full sleep. Haven't gotten one of those in ages... excluding that dirt nap." She grumbled, stiffing a yawn from escaping her lips stretching out her arms and shaking the sandman's chains from her body. Her body halted in its place as her magnetic field felt an odd pulling to her side. She turned to the bed she abandoned and finally spotted a strange lump under its covers. The cause for her sleeping on the floor wasn't all the beds fault... as was proven as the covers off the mattress revealing a devilish weapon hidden away from the world. her eyes widened like a childs during Christmas morning. "Oof." She said lifting her hand to touch the wicked weapon she had just unearthed. A right b*****d of a weapon it was, a thick red blade held by a deep red hue of wood like it was stained through years of conflict. Gulping with anticipation she gripped onto the what would appear to be the handle. It had a heft to it there was no denying that, a slow weapon when compared to her three katana's. After a moments inspection she found that not only was it a wicked ax it was also a freaking gun. "Rad" She mumbled, pointing the blunderbuss like end towards the ceiling and pulling its trigger. She could here a mechanism click... she could feel it click. But it had no ammo and thus there was no boom.
Licking her lips a devious grin spread across her face. She wanted to test it. Perhaps she could use some rocks from her previous abode to practice with. She was as dressed as she could be in a moments notice: that is to say she had her hat and pants on. All the while she still had the odd golf ball object glued to her person, her free hand always holding it. Swiping at the air in front of her she forced her pile of iron off to the side and kicked open the door. "Good morning my new kingdo-" She was cut off by herself, face turning into one of confusion and anger. In front of her was a practical army of mechanical beasts, unmoving and silent. The reason she was so instantly put on edge is that she couldn't feel them. At all. Whatever metal these creatures were made of could not be touched by her magnetic field. Her eyes narrowed as she spun her new weapon back around to its ax side, a gruesome blade meant to behead criminals. "OI. Alright ya p***k come out! It was a nice prank but I don't recall lettin' no one come into my new base. Get yer scrap heeaps and get out before I get mad." She shouted into the hamlet around her, staring down at the metal jackal in front of her. When no one responded she had to presume these were autonomous or at least remote controlled. 'Wait why do I know these terms?' She thought as her new tinkerer side invaded her brain. her harsh gaze softened as she inspected the craftsman ship of the jackal. "What you lookin' at mut?" She growled.
[Sleeping x 4 = 325 Chakra and 245 Stamina regained] [BlunderHack → B - ranked Variable Weapon Aquired!] [ooc: robots are so dope.] Chakra Pool:: [325 //325] Stamina Pool:: [245 //245]
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 ThemeDope - Die Mother ********>
Lanfaer
Posted: Sun Sep 09, 2018 8:29 pm
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tab At her questions there came not a sound to her waiting ears, only silence uncaring and unrelenting. Yet at Takira considered the weight of her axe and just really began to view the hound as little more than an object to which she would inflict a demonstration of her new weapon upon a voice came from deep within the jackal's throat, resonating with a tinny twinge. "You have it wrong, usurper," it rumbled despite moving not a whit. "It is you who trespass upon our home." With a rumble somewhere in the distance the heads of every machine raised and lowered in a single nodding motion. The jackal didn't seem to be phased by the enormous axe in her hand, nor the death she had recently burned. Yet what might catch the young woman's eye was the way their outlines seemed a bit on the fuzzy side, almost indistinct around the edges.
❀Takira's eyes narrowed as her temper threatened to flair before the weigh, or lack there of, of the jackal's response caused her mask to crack and a heart chuckle escaped from her. Each bit of her laughter carrying a healthy and in your face dose of pity. Like an idiot had just tried to tell her the sky was green and believed it. This mechanical mutt had every little bit of its response be wrong, at least in her glorious eyes. "Oi~ Ugly b*****d~ Let me correct somethin' for ya! A usurper is someone who takes what isn't theirs, what yer implyin' is all screwy mutt. Ya gotta get this through that chrome dome of yers: Everything I see belongs to me. I'm merely letting you borrow the soil you stand on. Git'it? This land belongs to me," She began like she was reading off of a script before evolving into her showman tone, arms spreading wide as her magnetic field took hold of her new weapon and let it float around her, "Takira Gwyndolin Hekireki at yer service! Leader of the Storm Bears! Terror of Lightning, Thunder itself! Your conqueror has come! I've just come to collect tax on my land." The last statement left behind her mirth and jokey attitude, letting the would be threat come across as more of a genuine promise. Her lips spread out into a manic grin as crimson eyes widened into what could only be seen as a predator eyeing its prey. Despite the sore scabbing between her breasts, the radiating pain in her foot, and the large fist shaped bruise on her stomach she was still still up for a senseless violence. Or so it appeared. Her announcement and willingness to slaughter the interesting mechanical marvels in front of her was more of a formality. Yes, even a bandit lord can get bored of continuous fighting. While currently being in a teenagers body she was still a Fourty-Seven year old woman at heart and blackened soul. Sure while the hormone cocktail rushing through her body constantly made her lose track of that fact it still remained a fact.
Even now her more aged and battle worn side was leaking through, being thrown through the wringer as a heavily de-powered child was making it hard to keep up her persona. A very large part of her wanted to just close the door and go back to sleep. 'Sleep... Maybe that would make my body feel like a teens again... I swear I haven't felt this sore in decades... I think it was one of those fake Mist convoys..? Wait why are those ********..? Even my eyes want me to go back to sleep. Its like they aren't even here, so fuzzy.' She decided she was T-Posing enough to assert her dominance and rubbed away at the sandman's gifts crusting her eyelashes; however this didn't fix what she thought was the issue. The metal beasts still had the distant nature to them. Something was wrong, she couldn't figure out just what it was but something was definitely wrong. With an extension of her pointer finger her magnetic field pinged out to one of her metal items int eh building behind her. A metallic headset lifted next to her hand, the strain of her field stopped as the headset was taken into her hand, propping it around her neck like a scarf before deciding to stop playing. Her smile dropped as her new weapon entered back into her once again opened palm. It was an odd picture, a tiny girl holding such an overkill weapon in a single hand like it was nothing but a twig. If it wasn't for her magnetic field pulling the iron in the weapon towards her she might have needed both hands. "I'd rather not have to dirty my hands so early in the morning. Offer sufficient tribute or die like the brat last night. Hop to it! I'm too old to be kept waiting." She shouted into the crowd, her crimson eyes demanding their attention. She could have just attacked that much was clear, but in her eyes that would be a waste. She lacked man power and senselessly killing everything she came across would keep that problem alive. After all an army of robots would be a nice foundation to rebuild her Storm Bears. They couldn't replace the idiots she saw as her children but it could be a start if the nuts and bolts were screwed on correctly. Chakra Pool:: [325 //325] Stamina Pool:: [245 //245]
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 ThemeDope - Die Mother ********>
Lanfaer
Posted: Thu Sep 13, 2018 6:09 pm
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tab They didn't move. Oh, they didn't even make a sound during her entire tirade. No matter her actions, her tone, even her unusual powers they kept staring at her ceaselessly. When at last she settled into a threatening, ready pose and issued her decree it was to be met...with more silence. At least for a solid minute, anyway, before the jackal began to laugh. A human sound, it issued as if from a great distance, beginning as a chuckle that became a roar that wouldn't calm. Around the home the other animals joined in, the automatons roaring with mirth despite not moving a single servo. tab It came to an end as the Jackal barked out his words, the rest of the machines falling silent as he spoke."Your threats mean nothing to that which doesn't live, child. Take your axe and smash us to pieces if it sates your blood lust, though while I know it will never do so it wouldn't change a thing." Its metal eyes watched her with intent before speaking again, this time with a more serious tone and a lower volume."If you wish to make an impression, or incite us to action, you will need another tactic."
❀Takira stared blankly as the mechanical toy continued to stare blankly at her. If they had been human she would have went ahead and begun slicing them in two half a minute into doing nothing, but gnawing at the edges of her mind was the urge to learn more about how they functioned. All at once the group of would be scrap metal begun giving her a hearty laugh. Her interest was piqued, she made sure to watch how the jackal moved... or lack there of... while it made sounds. It only dawned on her a few seconds after they stopped that they were laughing at her. Crimson eyes ceased their mirth. The red orbs darkening with her mood as the 'leader' continued talking down to her. Almost if on queue the moment he suggested taking out her anger... her hand had moved. The newly founded weapon sliced clean through the air as if it was free of any resistance, only stopping just short as the metal of its blade gently tapped the foreign metal of the jackal's throat. "Oh you are right little one. This blood lust doesn't go away. I could mow through y'all and still have a cravin' for more. It's much MUCH easier to hold back when impudent children listen to their elders. A tribute oh so makes my cravin's tolerable" Her tone quickly lowered to matched the jackals own, only tainted with some distant emotion. The chakra constantly leaking off of her body like a waning flame would grow to those who could see it, engulfing her in a storm of emotion. Letting go of her weapon she let it orbit around the jackal's back before gripping the faux animals jaw and lifting it up as she invaded its personal space in one smooth action.
The machines may be looking down on the young bandit but she is reigning champ of looking down on people. Even now these mechanical marvels were nothing more than something to sate her boredom. "Hmph first a bag of worms 'n now a bag of bolts." The bandit mumbled, crouching down in front of the beast and forcing its mouth open. She wore her anger on her face as a mask for what she was doing. From all outward appearance the girl had always built herself up as all brawn and no brains. Her boorish behavior and obnoxious way of speaking were intentional, well mostly it was more like she sheered heavily into those pre existing features, the persona was important in getting peoples guards down. Instead of trying to figure out where sound came from she was instead inspecting the craftsmanship and how each nut and bolt managed to make the husks move without a noticeable power source. Her eyes were trained for one tiny detail. She was making sure there was no existence metal flakes acting as pupet strings. 'So it isn't another person who can control metal... No strings... no wires even... C'mon unknown knowledge kick back into gear.' She let out a long pointed sigh as her tinkerer side gave her no answers. "Almost interesting enough for me to car-" She stopped short as if her mind was connecting dots that she had completely glossed over, "Doesn' live?" She continued man handling the jackal, contorting its neck to and fro before letting the creature control itself once more. Her red eyes traced the beasts throat before once more taking hold of it, this time forcing it up onto its hind legs to where the core naturally should be. "Definitely interestin' enough to stop me from scrappin' ya... How does it feel to be trapped in this s**t hole peon? How does'it work? Issit like that picture show with the etching souls into armor?" She continued molesting the jackal with her eyes... and hands as she asked her questions as if searching for something. All the while the ax orbiting them was constantly straining not to slingshot back to its owner and though the obstacle in front of it. Chakra Pool:: [325 //325] Stamina Pool:: [245 //245]
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 ThemeDope - Die Mother ********>
Lanfaer
Posted: Thu Sep 20, 2018 6:04 pm
_______________The Narrator Whispers... ||
tab The jackal didn't laugh, nor did the others, as Takira brandished her weapons and showed off the strength she bore. It didn't frighten them, nor did her antics, but the Jackal stayed their hands/paws as it considered how best to take her question and respond with some semblance of politeness. tab To Takira the world was a strange place indeed as she interrogated a machine on how it felt to be trapped. Yet as the jackal's head moved back into place and then tilted sideways in the clear canine expression of confusion she would catch the scent of oil upon the air. Each inhalation brought the somewhat familiar scent back to her, and with it the answered she had sought for: the Core of an automaton were placed in different locations, no one place better than another. For animals, however, it was common to place them within a chest cavity, similar to the locations of the hearts in the animals they mimicked. As she stood within the mud, her boots attached in place by the thick murk of the terrain, the air took on a chill that sent shivers down the spine. A spike in cold, a draft from the absence of a nearby thermal perhaps, but enough that it would keep her frosty as she stared down the automaton. tab At last the beast spoke, this time its jaws creaking open to reveal the hole that had been there when last she looked, an inky emptiness that could be filled any number of unseen mechanisms. "You ask what it is like, but we do not remember another, little terror," it rumbled in amusement. This sentiment could be heard as thunder on the horizon, a chorus of murmurs from any number of nearby beings. "Your kind awoke us. Your return stripped our apathy and brought us into the light. We came here, finding these forms, and have taken them to..." The voice trailed off, ending in a confused note. The head returned back to its relaxed state, jaws closing, before turning to the side and gazing upon the burning ruins of the grave site for the other stranger. "We will avoid it, if we can. That fate. That greed. Instead, we work to understand what it is to be alive once again."
❀Takira was defiantly feeling the changing weather. She had spent the previous day in a roller coaster of heat and battle and now it was feeling like a typical raining day she had come to know living in Lightning. The threat of a downpour was ever present with the thick muggy clouds above them. The air was charged with a palpable electricity, a static clinging the young bandit and the possessed robots. Her toes dug into the mud beneath her as she stepped back from the jackal and straightened out her back, waving her hand in front of her face to wash away a foul smell. "Didja chew on a can of oil? Sheesh." She groaned wondering if she needed to scrap them for forcing such a repugnant stench into her nostrils. The girls right hand made a simple twist and the sling being strained was finally released. The brutal weapon twisted around the small machine's body before embedded itself into the muck next to the girls feet. Goose pimple ridden arms crossed themselves against her exposed chest as she listed to the scrap metals response to her question. To say they were being coy with her would be an understatement. Even as her family's name sake rocked the heavens above them the pint sided bandit kept her unflinching stare on the constructs. Her face was as blank as it could as they drummed along with the musings of what it means to have a second chance at living. It struck a cord with the girl, she two was wrenched from her life and placed in a body that was mismatched with her soul. However there was something horribly wrong with the way they thought.
The mask cracked as she sharply inhaled, a squiggly of a smirk forming on her lips before the mask shattered. She began laughing hysterically. Her body heaving to and fro as she attempted to hold her stomach from busting. It went on for a solid five minutes before the bandit managed to put herself back together, wiping away the light hearted tears from her eyes as she merely shook her head. "Wooo boy. No if that isn' the stupidest thing-" She lifted a balled fist in front of her lips to prevent herself from bursting back out into laughter, "There' so many things to point out. Ya say yer gonna avoid greed and yet ya seek to feel alive? Bullshit." The girl pinched at the bridge of her nose as thunder continued clapping behind her, the flash of lightning outlining the blackened building they gazed at. She sighed as if trying to gather her thoughts. "Listen brats! Ifin you ain't got memories before being 'shackled' then how do ya know you even exist? I ain't very savvy but this pesky part of my brain keeps tellin' me ta ask: How do ya know ya ain't just a program? Second ya claim to exist beyond those mechanical shells yet you don't know the first thing 'bout livin'. Claimin' ya want to go and live without greed of all things? Greed is what makes a human. Greed of peace, greed of riches, greed of pleasure, its no big sin to have greed. Its just desiring to live how ya see fit. That act of wantin' to know life again is greedy. If ya don't wanna die like the boy ya just gotta do one simple thing. Never stop desiring, his greed for winning was just weaker than my greed to fight. That was a fine way ta go. Fightin' for ya greed despite adversity." The bandit felt insulted that the mechanical beasts just couldn't see they wanted to live without being alive. They wanted to shackle themselves up and experience a state of second death. They had given up without even trying to see the truth. "Stop bein' placid shells, or my greed might change inta wiping ya s**t stains out of existence. My Storm Bears aren't allowed to be weak." Just like that she made a declaration of ownership on them, she forced the roll of Storm Bear onto the mechanical beasts without their acceptance. Despite how twisted she might be there was still a sheltered part of her that was a mama bear, and cubs wasting their chance at living was kicking it into overdrive. She could see potential in the pack of emos. She'd beat the sense into them if she had to, wouldn't be the first time she had to show why she was the leader. "UNDERSTOOD CUBS?"*
[*possible Bloody Bandit Chief PA proc] Chakra Pool:: [325 //325] Stamina Pool:: [245 //245]
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 ThemeDope - Die Mother ********>
Lanfaer
Posted: Thu Sep 27, 2018 6:38 pm
_______________The Narrator Whispers... ||
tab Perhaps these creatures simply weren't the best audience Takira'd ever had. In fact, there was likely no doubt, for these souls remained ramrod straight and failed to react in any fashion at first to her impassioned speech and desire to boil their blood as, no doubt, she would have were they alive. Instead they remained silent for several seconds, to the point that it bordered on incredibly rude before, at last, the Jackal's head rose and fell in some vague understanding. It raised one paw silently and gestured towards the ruins where the boy's body had been before and spoke calmly to explain. "If you wish to instill in us a sense of loyalty there is much you should know. I will show you." Lowering the appendage to the earth as its backside rose the body shook as if freeing itself from gathered dew before raising its head and speaking louder. "I will speak with the girl. Surround the perimeter before the others arrive." Without any further word it set off for the aforementioned locale knowing the iron woman would follow. tab As it moved away from the group of machines they all began to move in absolute silence, only their movement upon the earth and the elements giving any reality to their presence. They ghosted into the rising mist of the morning and vanished quickly, though for the moment a few remained within sight in case they were needed. This left the pair relatively alone, and our of ear shot. As it did there came a click, followed by the back of the Jackal splitting open to reveal a container, wherein lay a few choice prizes. WIthout turning it explained, marching in perfect rhythm. "My thanks for not starting a conflict. Dead or not, dying isn't exactly an easy, or exciting experience." Whether she took the scrolls or not didn't matter as it came to a stop before the ash ruins, raising its lithe head with perfect, graceful movements as it stared where the smoke rose into the sky. "What do you know of Death? Not the religious ones, or the stories, but true to gods honest Death?" tab
❀Takira could practically hear the crickets chirping away in the distance, as if to mock her. Her eyes began to narrow as a fire began burning in her blood. As cool as the whole mecha lifeforms were, their tendency to waste minutes of her life just processing data was beginning to get old for her. Quickly. She pointedly breathed out her nostrils as a show of frustration before placing her hands on her hips. "Oi. Y'all are a worse crowd then that squad from Kumo we stumbled in on." She growled out, eyes now dangerously narrow almost ready to rescind her claim on them and turn the field black with oil. That was until the supposed leader of the pack decided to speak up, the jackal of course. She eyed it with scrutiny as it announced it would FINALLY talk to her, instead of staring at her and giving mysteriously annoying quips. It removed itself from its perch in the mud and began walking away as the group scattered into the coming mist, her inability to feel the metal continued to unnerve her. Any other machine and she would have known where they were. being unable to meant they could stalk her from beyond her sight ready to pounce at a moments notice if they decided they wanted to change for the position of leader. Rolling her shoulders she wrapped her tiny hand around her brutal weapon and hefted it up against her shoulder as she began striding after the metal mutt. Her toes sunk easily into the mud with each step but it bothered her little.
The scent of scorched stone and ashened wood was still fresh in the hamlet. It invaded her senses causing the drumming of her heart to spike for a second. It caused her to think for a moment. 'Hm... Why have the drums of war been so quite. I shouldn't need to cover my ears to drown in it like with the boy. Has my connection to the Wild Hunt been severed? Need to look into it once these pests leave.' Her mind was drawn from its thoughts at the sound of a wondrous click. It was that type of click that meant either a landmine or a treasure chest. Her crimson eyes were meant with the jackals back folding out to reveal a type of hidden compartment. She had found nothing of the sort when she was inspecting tis craftsmanship. She listened idly as the beast explained why it was presenting her with items. "Me start a conflict? Pfft never." She lied very plainly as she looked at two queerly marked scrolls before catching sight of something very interesting. The scrolls were placed in her pants before her thin fingers lifted up an incredibly out of place bikini. "You a pervert er somthin'? I can dig it." She said with a whistle before stripping off her pants and sliding into the bikini bottom before sliding her pants back up. The top went on much easier... considering she had been bare chested since she arrived at the village. The moment the final string was tied her body field a painful shock to its system. An incredibly thin layer of red light appeared across her body before vanishing from sight.
"The hell?" She grumbled before noticing the jackal hadn't stopped and waited. She pushed the questions of the perverted clothing aside and sprinted after it. While she might have lost sight of it she couldn't lose the scent of the destination even if she wanted to (she didn't). When she arrived at the variable tombstone for the challenger last night the mutt began speaking again. She followed its gaze into the muggy sky, eyes unfaltering at a bolt of lightning streaking the sky. "Death?" It wasn't much like she was asking the jackal more so she was asking herself. It was never something Takira dwelled on, to her it had always just been a marker. She tapped her chin idly as she lost herself in thought. Her usually expressive eyes began clouding. 'What would you say da- Edrich...' She pondered before shaking the notion, 'You are not a his shadow.' She let out a contemplative sigh before turning her gaze to the jackal. "Death has always just been a release for me. Nothin' deep or important. People are here and then they ain't. They get snipped out of the cycle of bloodshed and rest." She answered honestly, she saw no point in being her persona at this point. The jackal couldn't be moved one way or the other by it so it was nothing but a waste of energy. "A death in combat is a fulfilling death. A death idle is a waste of potential. Ya come in a kickin' and screamin' might as well go out tha same." To Takira wasted potential was worse than dying in a pointless fight. The key was passion.
[Satetsu Kyuu (Iron Sand Coffin) and Satetsu Soushiki (Iron Sand Funeral) both B-rank GET! and whats this....?! Uniquearmor: An Endless Summertime Rampage GET!] Chakra Pool:: [325 //325] Stamina Pool:: [245 //245]
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 ThemeDope - Die Mother ********>
Lanfaer
Posted: Sat Sep 29, 2018 7:02 pm
_______________The Narrator Whispers... ||
tab The Jackal's low rumbling was clearly a bit of laughter at her comment, though it was dry, mirthless, perhaps the best a dead man could offer. "Release?" he began, his tone tired, exhausted, though likely not from the topic at hand. It stared at the ashes with its mechanical eyes, the optics whirring quietly as they refocused upon something it saw there. "Once I would have agreed, but hundreds of years within Death will teach you that not even there is it a release." Turning its head upwards, facing the stars above with that unreadable, inhuman expression the jackal continued on in an even, measured pace, as if neither eager nor morose about the situation he described. "You speak of emotions as something good to have, and in life perhaps it is. I find it difficult to remember. But Death...Death has its own rules. Its own currency, economy, and sovereignty, much as you would have experienced her in centuries past. Yet here while you barter with coin, knowledge, and temporary luxuries in Death it is pure, raw emotion that fuels the existence of both Fade and Sprite alike. And we? We are the source of that currency, that which fuels the afterlife, if you wish to call it that. To have emotion is to risk attraction. To have too much is to risk Convergence." tab The final word held a sort of significance, the emphasis quite clear as something he...dreaded. For the first time a twinge of fear licked at his voice but it was hollow, as if he only barely felt its stirring within his soul. It was gone as he spoke next. "Emotions change us, make us into something else. We wish to avoid this, is what we meant. This is why inspiring us with emotions is something you will find difficult to do, as we were drained of those emotions until you humans returned from your slumber. We Shards feel it as an escape, one that I fear is only false, hollow."
❀Takira listened, like for the first time in her life, to the woes of another being. Really listened. Not once in the jackals schpiel did she butt in to make a quip nor did her face change emotions. She stood stoically with her hands behind her head, waiting for the flood of words to end. She noted momentarily how fear buzzed on the edges of his voice wondering offhandedly if he was even aware. Nodding she closed her eyes and thought on how to respond, she could easily just wave it off. She still had doubts on the jackals real visage but that was for later. "Ah. That sounds very... borin'." She said plainly, her crimson eyes having nearly glazed over as she stared down at the mechanical beast. A small sigh escaped her lips as she crouching down to its eye level, idly poking its muzzle as she continued. "So ya willingly became the placid husks ya are now? Too scared ta challenge the system? A shame. As you are now you'll just die again. Without anger or fear ya cant defend yerself completely. Without happiness or excitement ya return to deaths embrace without even realizing it. Ya escaped once already but chose instead to chain yerself up and wait fer it to take ya again." Her glazed eyes slowly hardened, a small ember igniting the crimson hues, anger spreading through her chest.
She once again towered over the metal beast her face covering in shadows. "I don't know what this convergence shite is, but emotions don't change ya they make ya who you are," She continued looming her voice becoming more aggressive, "Ya made yerself poor in that world of emotional currency! Refusin' to grow strong enough to survive off of it! Hopin' instead to have the greed look over ya thanks ta pitiful value ya owned. Y'all disgust me...Yer escape is only false because you believe this weakness will protect ya here. We might not trade in emotion but we stil thrive with it. This fear ya still carry will only get ya so far. A cornered rat without passion will have nothin' to prevent its demise. Wake up child." Her tone was harsh, filled with a cocktail of emotions. It even carried concern on its fringes. "Y'all are Storm Bears now. My cubs do anything to survive in this selfish world. Stop cowering behind false beliefs of safety." She stressed the word 'my' because the truth was she was going to force their eyes open if she had to. Thats what a mother bear does, makes sure their cubs grow up strong enough to survive without them. She opened her mouth as if to continue rambling when her eyes were engulfed in a thick muggy blackness obscuring reality from her for a moment or two. When light returned to her the world had been altered. Corrupted. The rad metal jackal was now wearing what could only be seen as a childs costume. A potato sack cat suit and comical googly eyes now adorned the creature. She raised a finger to signal she need a moment before rubbing her eyes. Blinking only to find she wasn't seeing things. "Why are you wearing a cat suit? I mean how-" Chakra Pool:: [325 //325] Stamina Pool:: [245 //245]
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 ThemeDope - Die Mother ********>
