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Posted: Thu Oct 11, 2018 12:28 am
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Takira Gwyndolin Hekireki ll Strategist ll Doton :: Raiton ll Bandit Lord :: D-Rank Artillerist ll Jiton :: Ferromagnetic
❀ Takira sighed as someone started yelling, interrupting the bandits questioning. "This better be good-" The bandits mirth and confusion gave way to a paling stare of a very dangerous emotion. Chills ran down her spine while her heart nearly skipped a beat. Another one of the mechanical beasts was playing dress up but more importantly its ectoplasm like soul was being yanked from its metal flesh. What was pulling its soul out was what had caused the sudden change in the girls mood. Her heart was cracking as recognition flooded her. The rot might have obscured the identity to most, what the walking corpse was wearing gave it away. Her patch was on the corpse's shoulder. Her emblem was blazened on it for the world to see. And that face... It was sunkened and hollow but the scar running up its face was a clear indicator. Her eyes were as wide as they could get, her shoulders locked up, her hand grasping at her weapon as she whitened her knuckles gripping it. The air around the bandit would begin to corrupt in a way, a thick toxic emotion was flooding her system. The girls face warped into an expression of morbid sadness and at the same time it contained as rage hotter than the fire that raged the night before. "How. Dare. You." She forced out, her breath ragged and hot as she stared holes into the corpse.
[1/6]
One of her own retainers, a young man by the name Yagi. He was smart but a coward, more suited to a desk job than pillaging a nation. Her body began shaking as her attempts to contain her fury were clearly failing. The blood vessels in her skull began pounding a rhythmic anthem in her ears.The girl began gritting her teeth as her mental chains loosened. "Who... gave you... perMISSION TO DIE YAGI?! JUST WHERE IS MARIC? ERIKA? AKIO? WHERE ARE MY STORM BEARS?!" Her voice was shrill like an old woman who was mourning the loss of a relative. Tears began bubbling against her eyes while a black malice began consuming her crimson globes. Her mind began to empty as the thundering sound of her flowing blood ushered the malice through her body. She began clawing at her face with her free hand, struggling against her urges until she finally snapped. It clicked. Everything clicked. Yagi wouldn't be brave enough to attack someone during the day. Dead or not. Someone was using her children. Someone was tainting her Storm Bears. Someone was going to die. "Mutt get my iron." She said simply, possibly directed at the Jackal at her side possible to some unseen individual. Her voice carried nothing but Wrath bubbling like molten tar but at the same time is was colder than the bitting wind of winter, her emotions forming a wild maelstrom in her. But there was no time for the beast to ask a clarifying question because she had leaped forward, an ear splitting battle cry tore through the hamlets fog. Her tainted red eyes stared into the corpses own, tears running down her face while her arms arced backwards. Mud caked toes landed harshly on the mechanical beasts head forcing its body down to the ground while her arm muscles contracted, whipping her brutal weapon through the air. The gruesome ax's head sliced the gap between Takira and her former cub in a near instant. Her all consuming malice left no room for holding back as she aimed at the mans worm eaten chest. "YAGI!"
[2/6]
[Rank E Trick Ax strike]
Chakra Pool:: [325 //325]
Stamina Pool:: [240 //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 Theme Dope - Die Mother ********>
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Posted: Mon Oct 15, 2018 6:15 pm
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_______________The Narrator Whispers... ||
tab The axe howled in fury as it spun through the air, whistling a merry tune of death as it came to a thudding end buried deep within Yagi's cranium. The bone split like dried lumber, clean and true, and instantaneously the light that flowed from the bat rapped mecha into the things mouth ceased. REleased from its hold the mecha fell to the earth, heaving, coughing despite the lack of lungs as it fought to regain its life. Yet it would have much time indeed as the Jackal landed upon him, pushing him down and snarling in annoyance. "Stay down, Akron! The Bear will handle it from here." That was all that was said before the bat fell still, though the sound of breathing still came from it. The Jackal turned back to the mist and growled as there came more screams, more flashes of light from the distance as the blood and brains fell from the skull that had just been caved in. "What do we do now? These creatures feast on our Shards. If we do not stop them, they will kill us all."
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Posted: Mon Oct 15, 2018 11:07 pm
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Takira Gwyndolin Hekireki ll Strategist ll Doton :: Raiton ll Bandit Lord :: D-Rank Artillerist ll Jiton :: Ferromagnetic
❀ Takiras deathly aura of malice only grew as the ax cleaved clean through her own retainer's skull. The rotten flesh and porcelain bones proved no match for whatever her new toy was forged with. However she heard nothing of what sounds the body made as the blood pumping through her skin was roaring like an untamed storm. The blade came clean out the other side of its face, the top half of his head dropping to the muddy floor moments before the time consumed body followed. With nothing preventing the momentum of her weapon from stopping the weapon slipped clean from the bandits hands before lodging into the soil next to this 'Akron's heaving head. The mechanical beats body crumpled under her prompting her to finally step off of its face. Stomping into the mud she flared her chakra to expand past the villages natural resistance. Allowing for any and all ferromagnetic tools or weapons to ping off her magnetic field. [1] The abomination of a weapon she claimed was now stuck to the side of her arm like a hair clinging to flesh via static electricity.
[3/6]
A loud crashing sound echoed through the village before the sound of shattering glass followed. Seconds later as her field began retracting back into its muted state a veritable storm of iron was flying at the bandit and her mutt. Lifting a hand out to the side she halted its progress before it crashed into them. Three katanas impaled themselves into the soil in front of mecha bat, like fence posts around livestock. Her boots rolling across the mud before bumping up against her mud crusted toes. The literal cloud of iron fakes remained frozen in space next to her before falling unceremoniously to the ground. "Mutt. I'm gonna give you ONE single warnin'. The Wild Hunt is callin'. Even now I'm holdin' myself back," Her voice was ragged full of a veritable cocktail of emotions as her body shook violently, "Take the cubs and: Leave. This. Place. Hold up in a buildin' I don't give a rats a**. Just make sure. You don't make a single sound or show yerself until sunse-" Her dialog was cut short as she raised her hands to her ears. It was like she was trying to quiet down some un-hearable sound. A sound so alluring it distracted her from her own thoughts.
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"It calls. So loud the drums of war pound..." Her hand peeled the black chimera of a weapon off of her arm, gripping it with steeled resolve before twisting her free hand in the air summoning her three blades to float behind her back, "I will be givin' into its call. I will burn this anger out. I will slaughter anything that crosses my path. So stay away Mutt... The Wild Hunt has no friend or foe. Let them know they have barely anytime left. Soon the hunt will begin." Even now tears continued running freely down her pale cheeks, grief worn on her sleeve for the world to see. The bandit kicked her metal boots away from her feet before stomping forward over the body of her fallen comrade into the fog, the screams and dancing lights were all she need. "I will howl when it takes me. Use that as a signal, I will take on this horde alone." The bandit took a long deep breath, her mostly flat chest expanding to take it all in. Her face twisted into a thing of nightmares, the malice coming from having to slay one of yer beloved children couldn't be contained. "YOU WANT EMOTION?! BLOODSHED?! COME TAKE A BITE WEAKLING! I HAVE ENOUGH HATE TO DEVOUR YOU ALL. THE GREAT TAKIRA GWYNDOLIN HEKIREKI AWAITS! LEADER OF THE FEARED STORM BEARS WILL TAKE YOU ALL TO HELL! LETS DINE ON CARNAGE AND YER VISCERA!" She yelled at the top of her lungs, her Conquered Presence [2] expanding over the village for a brief moment covering the fog that contained her in one giant "I'm over here assholes" sign, she had no idea what a Shard was or why the undead bear wanted it but it had anything to do with the conversation she was having with the Jackal it might have something to do with the emotions she radiated. When it came to feeling the emotional spectrum she had few rivals. Molten eyes glared into the fog as she flipped her headphones over her ears. The intoxicating sound of war was dialed up to 9 in her head, she was a few minutes at most away from going nuclear. Her cognitive thoughts were eroding under the strain, becoming more and more bestial. The corners of her vision began taking on a tint of blood red. The pain of cold air nipping at her flesh was corrupting into a twisted pleasure. Taking her ax into both hands she began blindly cleaving through the air in front of her. She was a walking maelstrom, threatening to consume the hamlet with her grief.
[5/6]
[-15 Chakra][1]
[Conqueror's Presence momentarily pushed to B rank -30 Chakra][2]
[[ooc: the bear has successfully been poked]]
Chakra Pool:: [280 //325]
Stamina Pool:: [240 //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 Theme Dope - Die Mother ********>
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Posted: Fri Oct 19, 2018 8:45 pm
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_______________The Narrator Whispers... ||
tab There was a time for questions, and there was a time for actions. At the waves of emotional chroma beat against his senses the Jackal knew in the marrow of his soul which one it was time for. The communication between the 'herd' of Shards was immediate and succinct, allowing them to know, immediately, which of the group remained and that running was the only chance for them to survive. There came a thundering that might well beat in time to the roar in Takira's ears as the mechanical bodies fled while the dead remained behind to do battle. From the mist they came, the edges of the world turning red at their sight and with film grain painting the world in a surreal, sixties horror flick.
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tab The phrase wasn't spoken, but felt, somewhere deep within Takira's hard exterior shell. Somewhere unidentifiable, and something difficult to discern between her own internal voice and the voice of the fury singing within her veins. Yet there it came from all the same, reaching deep into the recesses of her flesh as she she found herself giving into the urges anyway, despite her withholdings. This came just as Jackal was out of sight, leaving only the hungry, howling, screeching ghouls that were all that remained of her former Cubs. And with each howl she unleashed, each syllable, something within her grew fat off of the negative emotions, feasting on them gluttonously as the skull that whispered to her so sang of a doom that was coming for her. Yet in the roar of War, would she hear it, and if so, did it matter?
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Posted: Tue Oct 23, 2018 12:34 am
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Takira Gwyndolin Hekireki ll Strategist ll Doton :: Raiton ll Bandit Lord :: D-Rank Artillerist ll Jiton :: Ferromagnetic
❀ Takira stopped in place as all her muscles contracted, locking her actions for a brief moment as the fog she cleaved through dissipated slightly. A sharp pain traveled up her spine, nesting in the crook of her neck. The sound that had been crashing against her ear drums silenced itself. The cold nipping at her bare skin dulled into a tepid breeze. She could hear the sound of mechanical joints creek and stumbling away from her. "Good mutt." She snarled, eyes focusing on a shambling dead. They looked barely twenty, the molded uniform covering their person, a familiar face. It was one of the bears she regularly released stress with. The passion that used to fill their every movement now replaced with an unfeeling wobble that lacked and fire. She took a slow breath as the world seemingly slowed to a crawl around her. The pain in her spine gripped began being overtaken with a viscus burning sensation. It spread into her bosom as the reddening tint over took her sight. The fermata that held the world quiet gave way to a crescendo of rapidly beat drums sounding in tandom, each hard bang resonating with the timing of the heavens fury. A booming of madness gripping her mind each time the clouds crackled with thunder.
[6/6][Yasei no Kari - Wild Hunt, Rank B GET!]
A unnatural warmth bloomed in her core each time the booming strained her ears. Pain warping into pleasure as the world returned to its natural speed. Her cheeks filled with blush. Her eyes hollowed as the blackness of her troubled soul filled the windows completely. The breath she had taken was released to the sensation of chakra rushing to her skull forming a wicked flame of energy before compressing into it. As she opened her mouth a wholly inhuman sound was released. Like a tortured bear breaking free from its bonds. It would curdle the blood of those who heard it. The final warning had been given. Any thought that might have been holding her back was gone. Any emotional tie she held for the dead that roamed before her was gone. Her humanity was gone. A whisper creeped up from behind her, a voice that was soundless tickled at her consciousness. It urged her forward. "YOU BETRAY ME?! TURN YER TEETH BACK AT YER MOTHER?! You would attempted to kill me...?! Kill me? HA! I'd like ta see ya try!" Her voice was different. It was like something was possessing her, corrupting her every action. The Wild Hunt had begun. The walking container of malice finally broke back into movement. Quickly changing from its rest to a full on sprint towards their former brethren. Their heel dug deep into the mud as they directed all their momentum into the oversized ax, directing it towards the core of the molding woman. "COME! Let mama sing yer undead lullaby!"
[Wild Hunt activated! Stats Altered until deactivated][-30 Chakra]
[E ranked Trick Ax strike]
Chakra Pool:: [250 //325]
Stamina Pool:: [235 //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 Theme Dope - Die Mother ********>
Stat Rundown:
Power: ★★★★★ ★ [+4]
Agility: ★★★★☆ [+1]
Intelligence: ★★☆☆☆ [-2]
Chakra: ★★★★★ ★ [+1]
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Posted: Sat Oct 27, 2018 9:15 pm
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_______________The Narrator Whispers... ||
tab A breath's time was all the creature had before it came into rage of Takira's rage, and it wasted its breath on the word "Help!" There was no stopping the blade as it cleaved into, and became entrenched, in the dead woman's skull. The crunch of the skull was wet as brain and ichor spilled from the mighty blow, and the creature fell to its knees in the growing murk with a splash. The ground water had risen here to such a point that the mud was thick and clutched at anything within its grasp. Not that the ax wielding madwoman would notice, nor would she care if she did. What she cared about was blood and death and violence, and she was getting her chance to consume it in spades.
tab From the mist would come more of her cubs, more of her former children as they slobbered and howled their way towards her. Yet instead of walking slowly these groups came charging forward with axes, swords, picks and guns that roared with life as they launched bullets her way, though their aim was truly horrible (D - rank x3 dodge = 30 Stamina).
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Posted: Sat Nov 10, 2018 1:29 am
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Takira Gwyndolin Hekireki ll Strategist ll Doton :: Raiton ll Bandit Lord :: D-Rank Artillerist ll Jiton :: Ferromagnetic
❀ Their empty eyes gave the slightest glitter of emotion as the cries for help from the hosts child became muted by the wet crunching of a caving in skull. An odd sensation filled their chest as aged blood splattered across their face. The wet crimson only served to highlight the the cheeks burning with blush beneath it. They laughed menacingly as the twisted weapon sliced the air, leaving the corpse behind, their hollow eyes thinning as more cubs came into view. A lead round tore its way through the hosts upper arm. Rather than a sensation of stinging pain, all that the body felt was a wave of pleasure building up as they moved the injured arm to pull the ax back into place. Before they could charge at the next victim a group of cubs decided to use a more tactical counter attack. If Takira had been cognizant of what was happening she may have been able to pick up on a familiar trio preforming a familiar attack pattern. It may have even brought about pleasant memories. Unfortunately for the undead cubs, there was a reason the 'Bloodied Iron' could survive waves of faceless mobs alone. The bandit stepped back easily avoiding an ax lodging into where her liver may have been and the blade of a sword thrusting where her head used to be. [1] The pick wielding cub got the closest, but was unable to break through the Wild Hunts play toy. The rusted metal clanged uselessly against their black iron monstrosity. [2]
The Hunt continued its laugh from earlier, only its tone quickly descended into a malice fuel madness. "USELESS USELESS USELESS." They roared, baring their teeth in fury before flinging their free hand to the side. The surge of blackened bloody red chakra warped around their body, pulling hard at the metal that was being held by the cubs before just as quickly releasing the pull. While the cubs weapons weren't stolen, the rubber banding of her field snapped the three blades that had been floating just behind her forward. Each one loosely aimed in a direction of the following cubs: The gunman, the swordsman, and the axman. [3] The Hunt merely continued staring down the pick wielding cub, their empty eyes almost void like as their face neared the cubs. "I WONDER WHAT YOU LOOK LIKE BENEATH THAT BLACK SCRIBBLING?" It asked, unable to see any facial features while the hunt was on. Instead all they could see were scribbled out faces, "HOW BOUT WE RIP THAT FACE OFF AND HAVE A PEAK?!" It was quiet clear who their next victim was going to be, the void of her pupils widened to match the manic smile spreading on their lips.
[C Rank Dodge -20 Stamina]
[D Ranked Block -10 Stamina]
[C Ranked Magnetic Manipulation -20 Chakra]
[-5 Chakra and Stamina for Wild Hunt]
Chakra Pool:: [225 //325]
Stamina Pool:: [200 //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 Theme Dope - Die Mother ********>
Stat Rundown:
Power: ★★★★★ ★ [+4]
Agility: ★★★★☆ [+1]
Intelligence: ★★☆☆☆ [-2]
Chakra: ★★★★★ ★ [+1]
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Posted: Sat Nov 17, 2018 1:12 pm
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Posted: Mon Nov 26, 2018 9:17 pm
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Takira Gwyndolin Hekireki ll Strategist ll Doton :: Raiton ll Bandit Lord :: D-Rank Artillerist ll Jiton :: Ferromagnetic
❀ The Hunt marveled in the glorious sounds of torment and bloodshed, drowning its hosts ears in thick repetitive drumming. They the malice filled smile they wore stretched to its very limits as her three blades founds themselves lodging into the walking corpses, pinning them down on the ground. "HERE WE COME!" They yelled, toes digging in the moist mud they stood on, nearly sprinting forward towards the remaining corpse that stood in front of them. Their arm raised in an arc that told no lies before whipping forward at the faceless body. A sudden sound overpowered the rapid drumming in their ears, just loud enough to make them flinch. On instinct a hand was lifted to cover an ear, eyes having closed for a split second. When the distraction had passed her foes had vanished from her sight. Nothing remained on the faceless cubs besides crude piles of dirt. The smile that had been dancing on their face was gone. Replaced with a scowl that could scare off an wild beast. The prey had fled, seemingly. A cheep trick had forced them on guard for a mere second and that is all it would have took to take her down if the prey were anything close to a challenge. The Conqueror's Presence the host carried would begin seeping out in thick miasma like waves trying to draw them back out on its emotions.
It was all for naught as the hold began to wane with the sound of drums fading in their ears. "The Wild Hunt awaits." The words barely made a sound as they fell from her mouth, Takira's mind clearing slowly but surely. Her body was loosing its protective sense numbing. A burning pain seeped into her right arm, pulsating as the blood flow returned to normal around the gunshot wound. She grimaced before straightening herself back up, dropping the marginally heavy ax onto the ground. The pain in her arm no longer allowing for her muscles to hold it with ease. It took a minute before her mind could catch up to her. As control returned solely to her brain she took a moment to look around. She was not where she remembered being. "Wheres tha mutt?" She mumbled, now holding pressure against the hole in her upper arm. She stared down at the piles of dirt, the oddly human shaped piles of dirt before closing her eyes. Her memories while in the Hunt were fragmented at best. So foreign they felt like she had nothing to do with them. But they happened. Her body was there the entire time. "Rest my idiotic children. Wage wars in the Storm Bears name." She said softly to herself. She was still for a moment before her crimson eyes flickered back to like, piercing into the blanket of fog around her. Letting go of her wound she looked around for anything to wrap it with but all she had was her own clothes. Sighing she tore a strip of fabric off of her pants. It took her a moment to tie the cloth tight enough with her left hand but she managed. She should have been feeling a wide range of emotions but all she felt was calm... and pain but mostly calm. It was the same every time she lost herself on the battlefield. Snapping and going insane only to reach a state of enlightened calm that would make even her closest confidant question who she was. "Oi! Mutt!" She yelled half hardheartedly into the fog, waiting for a moment before continuing, "Get yer mangy a** back here. Whatever was happenin' is over." She collapsed back on her a** resting her aching body in the mud. Who would have though pushing your body well past its limits by ignoring pain would backfire in the end. She hadn't woken up but an hour ago and she wanted to crawl back into bed.
[-5 Chakra and Stamina]
[Wild Hunt deactivates as there is no more bodies to slaughter][Stats return to normal]
Chakra Pool:: [220 //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 Theme Dope - Die Mother ********>
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Posted: Sun Dec 02, 2018 5:01 pm
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_______________The Narrator Whispers... ||
tab There came a light thud from behind her a moment later, perhaps in response to her demands. Either way Jackal now rested there, ignoring the spray from his landing and spreading filth across the stones. Yet it didn't seem phased, and as he looked at her silently it was clear he was sizing her up after her earlier displays. Only after several minutes did he finally speak, and this time it was with a tone of respect. "You seem more in control of yourself, young savage," he began before inclining his head slightly to show it. "What you showed was emotion that even touched our vacant, cold, empty souls. We are of an accord that what you showed has convinced us that there may be merit in maintaining some level of emotions." From around within the fog there came movement as multilegged creatures came closer, though they maintained proximity only enough to reveal their silhouette. "We will follow you only as our beliefs, and conscious, allow. But we will follow you nonetheless."
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Posted: Mon Dec 03, 2018 9:58 pm
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Takira Gwyndolin Hekireki ll Strategist ll Doton :: Raiton ll Bandit Lord :: D-Rank Artillerist ll Jiton :: Ferromagnetic
❀ Takira closed her crimson eyes, letting the world rest from its ever burning gaze. She had heard the sound of the mutt answering her call. She idly placed her hand on the previously dropped ax of terror, trailing her finger down the flat of its gnarled blade as she listed to the jackal speak. Not once did she had the urge to split his head open from his tone of voice, weather this was due to the calm or her growing used to it? Only time could tell. She waited for him to finish his pledge of fealty. Even as the familiar mechanical foot steps began returning from wentz they fled she remained still. No doubt despite her no longer slicing things in half with little effort she was still a massive unknown for the gaggle of robots. A woman who wore all emotions on her sleeve was calm, collected, and silent. She was a different person then when they had left her. How long would this change stay? How long could until anger seeped back into her tiny frame. A sigh escaped her lips as she forced her way back onto her mud caked legs. Eyes flickering open to stare into the deep fog. "Hm..." She hummed, turning to face her audience. She was a complicated mix of visuals. Covered in blood both fresh and aged, mud speckling her body and caking her legs, still wearing the futuristic bikini, and wearing a blank face. "Dumbasses. Ya were already followin' me. Weather ya wanted ta or not. But fine, lets take it from tha top..." She started softly as a familiar flame began invading her crimson eyes, "I am TAKIRA GWYNDOLIN HEKIREKI! LEADER OF THE FEARSOME STORM BEARS, AND YOU! YOU ARE MINE. MY NEW CUBS. MY NEW STORM BEARS!" The calm had left her as soon it had come, a wicked grin creeped onto her face the iron around her slowly lifting as if to greet the returning storm. While she may not have come up with the Storm Bears she surely embodied everything they stood for. She stepped forward, making direct contact with the jackal. "And you... You are my new Retainer." She said with such conviction that there was no doubt it was fact.
[ooc: btw did i earn any exp from the zombies?
Chakra Pool:: [220 //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 Theme Dope - Die Mother ********>
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Posted: Tue Dec 11, 2018 5:11 pm
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Posted: Wed Dec 19, 2018 10:51 pm
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Takira Gwyndolin Hekireki ll Strategist ll Doton :: Raiton ll Bandit Lord :: D-Rank Artillerist ll Jiton :: Ferromagnetic
❀ She spread her arms out in an "are you not entertained" gesture as she let the silence fill the village. She was beyond used to how the machines would take ages to process her grand gestures. She closed her flaming eyes as she let the environment embrace her skin. Even through the micro force field she could still feel the chilly morning air nipping at her flesh, covering her exposed skin in goose pimples. The silence didn't last as long as the previous times, she continued to assume they were doing some kind of robot communication between each other and not just being rude shits... she'd have to beat it out of them if they were. Her eyes opened as the metal beasts stared upon her small stature in some sort of reverence. It felt damn good to finally get the respect she so rightfully deserved, instead of being looked down upon by everyone she meets just because she didn't fit the image of Bloodied Iron to them at first. She had fought tooth and nail during her long like to earn that respect and that fearsome stranglehold on peoples psyche. While it was looking like she was having to do it all over again at least she finally got her first foothold into the world. The Storm Bears weren't far from being forgotten on her watch.
"First order! I ain't no 'lady' so drop them formalities! You can address me as Gwyn, Takira, or hell Bloodied Iron! Now on ta the real orders," She said gesturing at the entire group as her magnetic field began pulling her prop to her outstretched hand, "We turn this shitstain on tha map inta a proper base for tha Storm Bears!" A memory flashed through her mind in that moment. A memory of the bag of worms 'claiming' the cave and the lightshow that came from it. A tyrannical glint sparkled from the bandits red eyes. If she remembered the layout of the village correctly they should just about be at the center, a fitting spot for what she was about to do. "We are the Storm Bears. All of the world is ours to take! THIS IS WHERE WE CALL HOME FROM NOW ON! UNDER THE BANNER OF TAKIRA GWYNDOLIN HEKIREKI YOU ARE NO LONGER WEAK!" Her voice was commanding, loud, and boisterous... it was fitting. The point sized bandit stabbed one of the katana's, she won in her previous 1v1, straight into the soil beneath her. Something changed in that moment. Something in the village shifted in nature. It was an abstract change, but it was there. On the stagnate wind and among the fog. "WE WILL CONQUER THOSE TIN CANS OF YERS, WHY!? BECAUSE MY POWER WILL CONQUER THOSE FRAGILE HEARTS!"
[Claim attempt]
Chakra Pool:: [220 //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 Theme Dope - Die Mother ********>
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Posted: Sun Dec 23, 2018 9:05 am
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_______________The Narrator Whispers... ||
tab It was clear from their expression, metallic and frozen though they be, that the automatons recognized the significance in what their newfound leader had done.
tab As soon as Takira finished on her high note the small village, once home to a prosperous fishing family and their retainers, was filled with howls, roars, and screams as the machines showered their leader with their emotions. Silent until now it seemed they had been waiting on something and now, of all times, it was proper to release it. As they cheered in their own way the only one that did not join was Jackal himself, who clicked and whirred as he moved beside the woman and chuckled quietly, likely only loud enough for her to barely hear over the din. "Intriguing," he quietly exclaimed, a tone of awe creeping into his voice. "Be wary, Takira. I can teach you why we fear emotion, why it is that we came here. I can teach you how to harness it, if it is your will. But be wary nonetheless of what it brings." Lifting one paw and gesturing about them clumsily as he reached the limitations of his canine form, Jackal continued. "Give us your marching orders. You wish our hearts, but our hearts will not be enough. You need people, too. Claiming the immediate vicinity was but the first step, I imagine, in your grand scheme. I'd advise that the next be to restore this place to your directions and desires so that we may make this place a power to remember."
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