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Takira Gwyndolin Hekireki ll Strategist ll Doton :: Raiton ll Bandit Lord :: C-Rank Shade Artillerist ll Jiton :: Ferromagnetic
❀ The sounds of small birds chirping on a cold morning echoed across the maniacally silent village. Frost covered the freshly cut grass surrounding the silent fishing hut resting at the village shore. It was a frigid morning, likely the reason the resident of the small hut remained in their bed. It was equally likely they were just tuckered after putting the finishing touches on the village's newly fortified wall. The crumpled form beneath the thick animal skin blanket was non other then the self proclaimed 'Great' Takira Hekireki. The new walls were far from the only change she forced onto the previously decrepit and forgotten village. With the aid of Jackal, her only retainer at the current time, she managed to get her group of mechanical misfit animals to lift her recent claim into an actual fort worthy of living under the Storm Bear banner. She had always been a hands on leader as they soon found out with her forcing her magnesis well past the bounds of the villages restricting nature to do pretty much all of the heavy lifting required to almost completely reorganize the village's layout. As it would turn out this constant pushing on the towns restricting nature would rubber band on pint sized bandit lord. For the past two weeks she had been walking around looking like a rather unfaltering corpse. Her retainer had suggested her involvement with the finishing touches of the wall had fallen on deaf ears.The lilith form shifted before a pale arm appeared from beneath the pelt and gripped onto a small wooden pail. A moment of violent throwing up later and the pelt was thrown off her. She had defiantly seen better days.
She cursed, wiping bile from her lip before sitting up in earnest. Lazily she began combing her long messy black hair with her hands, pulling at knots with her small fingers until her hair freed itself. Crimson eyes drifted to her shabby end table and the treasured hat atop it. Plucking it from the wood she placed it easily onto her head, adjusting it into its proper place. During this adjustment a small emerald orb highlighted with sapphire pips dropped into her lap. The strange stone she had found in the first house she had raided in the village for supplies. Within these three months she hadn't shown it to any of her new underlings, not even her retainer, hoping to figure out its mysteries herself but with no luck she had placed it in the hat's groove and forgot about it. Even now the strange stone filled her body with enough warmth to fight off the cold nipping at her bare skin. An idle finger ran down the center of her bosom, against the rather large scar left from her encounter in a long forgotten cave. Placing the stone on the end table she went about getting ready for the day. The bandit had stuck gold with recruiting the band she did to reform her Bears, one of the mechanical beasts had sub functions to sew actual clothing. Meaning she didn't need to keep running around in a bikini and a flowing red cape any longer. While at first she was going to have it make her clothing in the same vein as the clothing she had woken from her crystal prison in she instead decided an upgrade was in order. She wasn't playing with Lightnings rather uniform climate any longer, she was forced to play with an environment that lived on mood swings.
Clothing with layers that could be easily swapped out on the fly if the sun decided to roast her. At the base she wore the aforementioned bikini styled with a flame decor. It while looking silly is a rather useful piece of advanced technology projecting a protective shell against damage to her person when worn. Resting over the top is a black long sleeve dress shirt, ruffled fabric running down either side of the center to highlight the gold colored buttons holding the shirt closed. A plain white tie finishes off the look. That isn't all however, resting over her fitting shirt is a black trench coat made from hide to fight against the cold the inside of the coat is completely crimson. For the lower body she wears tightly fitting black dress pants then extend up to her midriff. With a pair of gold painted steel boots reaching up nearly half way to her knees protecting her feet. A pair of black shooting gloves that leave her thumb and pointer finger exposed to elements, a fine trade off for optimal control for triggers. Adorning her head is a simple black militaristic hat with a crimson red brim, the most notable part of the hat would be the golden flower emblem placed in its center capturing the Storm Bear's coat of arms. Finally resting around her shoulders and flowing behind her whenever she moves is a cloak made from a thick red cotton fabric. It is clipped in place with a replica of the hats emblem and a gold chain mostly for garnish.
"Oh!" She exclaimed before rusting around under her bed. From beneath the creaking frame a small wooden chest was pulled. It was covered in strange glowing runes seeming to warn to bandit. It fell on deaf ears every time she opened the box. Inside was just a plain white mask. Grabbing the porcelain item she clipped it to her cloak as she stood up and kicked the box back under the bed in an all too fluid motion. Ready for the day she flicked her wrists calling for her trusty weapons. Two drastically different weapons levitated in front of the bandit in response to her magnetic fields call. The first was a gruesome thing to behold: a large abomination of a weapon that look almost unfit for such a small woman to swing about like it was made of paper. A battle ax forced together with a large blunderbuss a weapon that must have come from a sleep deprived man looking at two items and saying "What if together?" Needless to say it was far from pretty but fashion matters little when this beast is seen in action. The second weapon was a seemingly ordinary katana, looks however can be deceiving because if you just listen around the blade you will notice something was wrong. Lowering her left hand she returned the Blunderhack back into the corner of her little hut she horded her weapons and took the sheathed katana in her right hand.
"We'll play 'round with you today. What a queer weapon ta find in tha rubble ofa wall." She said idly before drawing the black blade from its sheath. A loud hissing filled the room the moment it was freed the tell tale sound of an engaged snake fell from the metal. Running her hand against the flat of the blade she activated the trick weapon. Just behind the trail her finger was making the black blade swelled and converted its metallic sheen into a hide of black scales. What was once a odd katana was now a long angry snake attacked to sword hilt. It looked idly into the young conqueror's eyes before raising its head to her door. "Yes yes. I know that brat is waitin'." She responded flicking her wrist once mode but instead of summoning her bloodlines gift she instead returned the snake into a metal blade before sheathing it against her hip. She was about to leave when she was compelled to stare at the stone from earlier. 'Might as well...' She thought before picking it up and holding it tight in her palm and making her way to the buildings only door. "I've told ya a hundred times now ya mutt. Ya needint guard my door!" She shouted before kicking the sturdy door open. Sitting at her doorstep was a robotic Jackal, standing at attention as it did every time she left her home. This had been happening ever since she declared the mutt one of her trusted retainers. Clearly he took the title to... heart? Soul? Either way it annoyed the bandit. "Whatever since ya here. Whadda think? Had Jester whip this outfit up for me. They certainly sew nicely fer a bird." The bandit extended her arms out to the side and did an exaggerated twirl for the ever stoic metal face.
A playful smirk spread to her lips as she moved the porcelain mask in front of her face for a moment letting black tendrils spread out from behind it before quickly replacing it to her cloak. She had him spout out plenty of lectures about playing with the abyss since she found the mask but it had yet to stop her free will. "Contain ya self mutt I'll need that droolin' to stop so I can ask ya a question." She didn't expect much from her companion, during the past three months he had started cracking dry jokes but he was far from catching up to her teasing often just flat out ignoring her. Bending down at her knees she got to eye level with the mutt, extending her hand out to show the mystical gem. "Ive been puzzlin' over what this is fer months now. Found it when I first showed up. Got a clue ta what I can use it fer besides an uncomfortable hand warmer?" The small rock always seemed a moment away from bursting into a light show, even now it was threatening to do so without putting out. An eternal tease. While the jackal took a moment catch up with his energetic leader the bandit herself was staring off into the distance behind the jackal. She had been seeing shadows shifting in jarring ways for the past few days. The girl had been waving it off as a side effect of her motion sickness but now the shadows seemed to be taking shape as if spirits calling. "Well?" She asked to distract herself.
[+3000exp! Rank C achieved! Medium class unlocked!]
[[ooc: Now I just need to wait for the threads face lift :p]]
Chakra Pool:: [580 //580]
Stamina Pool:: [320 //320]
Reserve Stamina :: [200 //200]
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 Jan 13, 2019 7:43 pm
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__________________The Jackal Wakens ||
tab To say that the Jackal was mostly not impressed would be an understatement. In three months he'd gotten used to her flares of superiority and her wanton demands at all hours of the day and night. It was to be expected, in a way, from one such as her. He'd seen her type again and again when he lived, and more so in death. This girl would likely become a Fade, that much was obvious, though of what type was a different question altogether. Whatever it was those like her would be nothing short of gods in death, and it was clear that she was hell bent on reaching that distinction sooner rather than later.
tab So when she held in front of him something that he could actually do for her instead of a demand that would break his back to complete it was almost a relief.
tab Almost.
tab It would have been better had he not know what it was she held in her hand, for the reality of its existence bothered him greatly. In fact, it was so much that for a moment he pondered whether it would be smart decision to simply lie, then get rid of it at the first available opportunity. One look at her was all he needed, however, to know that decision would end in his death. No. He couldn't. Instead, he told the truth. "It is, as you would call it, a sliver of time," he responded evenly, expression robotic and blank as ever. "A piece of a much larger puzzle, if you will."
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Posted: Thu Jan 17, 2019 10:58 pm
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Takira Gwyndolin Hekireki ll Strategist ll Doton :: Raiton ll Bandit Lord :: C-Rank Shade Artillerist ll Jiton :: Ferromagnetic & Paramagnetic
❀ The ever temperamental bandit's eyes narrowed slightly as her focus was drawn from her Jackal shaped companion back to the shadows shifting behind it. She likely would have continued watching the shadow like a hawk if not for the Jackal finally speaking to her. He had a habit of flat out ignoring her and waiting half a year to reply to comments he deemed worthy. Luckily her actual query seemed to catch the robotic beast's eyes. In an ever stoic tone he explained it so easily it felt like she was insulting her intelligence. Crimson eyes locked onto her companion, boring holes into him as she looked for any sign of dishonesty. As easy as it would be to claim such an absurd statement was nothing but a lie... she had no reason to doubt him. "A sliver of... time?" She said incredulously rolling the small rock around in her fingers before lifting it up into the air. She inspected the rock she had inspected hundreds of times already, but even with the answer to what exactly it was she saw nothing. Brows furrowed in frustration as her hand closed tightly around the rock. "So mutt. A fragment of whose time exactly? I doubt somethin' as grandiose as time itself could be contained so easy... " Slowly but surely the bandit rose to full height to ending her leveled discussion. Her innocent curiosity had been satiated and now that she had a hint... well she was never going to let it go. Whether it was time itself locked in the flesh of the earth or a fraction of some random s**t stain's life it belonged to her now. She knew that he knew that she knew that he knew more about the doodad she had found. That he was being his trademark coy.
Just as she was about to start twisting his... paw? into talking to her instead of starring blankly the world began turning for her. She flinched before grabbing her head for a moment. Instantly she retracted her ever groping magnetic field into her core to hide it away from the aggressively hostile land she lived in. She had yet to figure out exactly why this land in particular resisted the effects of magnesis, she could have easily made the robots explain it to her but she was being stubborn about it because it was only effecting her. She was so stubborn about it she made the entire cursed plot of land her base. A silly and spiteful action. "FINE! Later yer spillin' the beans. My head hurts too much fer this time nonsense..." She spat out opening her eyes again only to spot it again. That movement that shouldn't exist. The movement shed been seeing for the past three days. It always came from behind one of her cubs before fading into their shadow when she looked directly at it. Her agitation was starting to boil over. In one fluid motion she drew her blade and pointed at the air behind the jackal. "Mutt! Explain these movin' shadows!" She barked heatedly. The black steel of her blade began hissing as she stared at the now still shadow. Either something was messing with her or the blow back from the village was far more concerning then she originally thought.
[ooc: might as well get this whole medium tutorial out of the way for her before I forget. :p]
Chakra Pool:: [580 //580]
Stamina Pool:: [320 //320]
Reserve Stamina :: [200 //200]
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: Wed Jan 23, 2019 3:10 pm
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__________________The Jackal Wakens ||
tab The jackal paid no mind to the shadows as they ducked and weaved about. Nor did it seem too concerned about the large one that stood behind him, a motionless giant that slowly cocked its head as the Jackal did, its metal eyes unblinking. It took a moment of silence before it turned and looked back at the shadow, something the shadow itself mimicked to perfection before the mecha turned back around and opened its jaws in what could only be described as a laugh. Rather, a surprised chortled, definitely not something that would be expected from the usually dour canine. "Ah, I see," he began, his voice also tinged with the barest tinge of incredulous mirth. "You're awakening a latent power it seems. Something...I would not have expected of you."
tab Turning slightly the canine's body fell still, his normally motionless body becoming somehow...still. It was a difficult change to pinpoint, something in the way it acted, the way it normally sat, made this sudden change feel more dead than alive. Worse, the shadow behind the thing grew more solid by the moment, darker and darker, until suddenly before her stood a giant of a man with a main of earthen toned hair and the leather apron of a smith covering his massively muscular form. From beneath a large brow lay two glistening eyes as hard and cold as they had been within the Jackal at its feet. It suddenly opened its mouth and the voice echoed, as if coming in from a great distance. "What you see, Takira, is ourselves. Our spiritual selves. It seems you are, of all things, a Medium."
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Posted: Sat Jan 26, 2019 11:07 pm
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Takira Gwyndolin Hekireki ll Strategist ll Doton :: Raiton ll Bandit Lord :: C-Rank Shade Artillerist ll Jiton :: Ferromagnetic & Paramagnetic
❀ Takira's eyes narrowed dangerously as her sarcastically stoic companion went deathly still. To many it would have looked like nothing had changed, but the bandit had spent many of days dealing with her companion staring blankly at her for hours. The metal husk was doing no staring anymore. It was like it had become vacant of the life fueling it after its statement of her awakening. Her vibrant crimson eyes returned to that ever shifting shadow that had been behind it, widening ever so slightly as it absorbed more and more of the light from around it. Dark shades of black reaching an almost absolute nature. It was taking shape and it was doing so far too quickly for the bandits liking. A small breath escaped her lips as her eyes emptied of their roaring fire of curiosity, dulling as she focused on the solidifying shadows. The bandit moved silently with fingers tightening on her unnatural weapon. The metal blade vibrating with hissing violently as she whipped the blade forward at the amalgamate, black metal shifting into a furious snake. She halted its advance just before it reached her target, whipping her hand backwards and pulling the snapping snake towards her. The shadow had began talking to her. Its voice carried a familiarity she had grown to enjoy in some way. It was her loyal retainer's voice... unfiltered by its metallic shell. "False alarm there ********. Mutt decided to strip naked." She mumbled to herself and the oddly tentative sword based snake. It made a low threatening hiss at the no longer jackal before coiling around its owners arm. "Hold it mutt." She said firmly, pinching the bridge of her nose as she let the news sink into her. Takira the Bloodied Iron, ravager of Lightening was seeing spirits. A veritable reaper only now being accosted by the figures of the long passed. She had always known the spirits were there but she had never been able to actually see them, or hear them for that matter. "Let me get this straight ya absolute brick wall of ah man... dog... thing? I see dead people?" She glared at the manifestation of jackals spirit, as if to ask how it dared to accuse her of facts, "Why... why now of all times? This is tha least Ive been around corpses in ma entire life. I ain't no religious folk why do I have ta see y'alls ghastly mugs?" The whole thing made no sense to the bandit. She was a fighter to the core and yet she had awoken such a... off color attribute. Who was playing these pranks on the bandit? Hold those self pitying thoughts. She could actually see her cubs now. She didn't have to rely on her cubs actually warping their husk like bodies to express themselves. "Wait wait wait... does this whole Medium thing help us get closer ta fixin' y'all?"
Chakra Pool:: [580 //580]
Stamina Pool:: [320 //320]
Reserve Stamina :: [200 //200]
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 Feb 03, 2019 9:18 am
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__________________The Jackal Wakens ||
tab Jackal shrugged his enormous shoulders towards Takira, his expression sort of a mix between confusion and amusement. "The reality is that a Medium awakens at any moment," he began, tone clearly one of amusement as he gestured around to the others with his ghostly personage. There is no rhyme, reason, or control over the result. What changes is the type of Medium you become." Stepping towards the distance, his arms spreading wide as he seemed to take on a slightly praising stance before the rising sun, the Jackal's muscles rippled across his body as he began to rotate his shoulders, his hips, and pop every part of his body in some sort of ritualistic stretching routine. Between grunts he continued. "If you can see us you are likely tied to Shards instead of the Fades or Sprites. But that doesn't explain which you'd choose. An Investor, someone who puts spirits of those you contract into physical objects and grant them abilities? The Exorcist, who calls the dead to their weapons and armor to grant powerful benefits, and the ability to summon and hide their powerful armaments at will? Or the Assumer, who bonds with a Shard to such a degree that they may become one, allowing the Medium to take on the forms of others through various means? Each has its own breakdown, its own rules, it's own branches of learning. You may not have chosen to be a Medium, Takira, but you must choose which path to take. It will forever change your path."
tab The Jackal finished his last step in his stretching routine and turned to look at Takira with some level of concern, but also...excitement. A leader who could see them for who they truly were? "As for your last question, the answer would be no. Mediums are not able to Tinker and fix machines, but they can utilize eldritch abilities to make them whole, in a sense, and able to combat better than ever before. So perhaps this will make us better, or more use?"
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Posted: Sat Mar 09, 2019 8:59 am
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It took us about thirty minutes to reach the area described to me by the medic back in the city. I had personally not ventured this far off from the city since it had been founded, but Aegor had, in the name of his research he promised. “Its not much farther, my lord.” He promised me as clouds gathered in the sky. We had experienced the rains before, and they were not pleasant at all, the ground beneath us was quick to turn to mud and give away, and other dangers of this queer land became evident. Truth be told, I hated this place. I hated this place more than anything else. It was the people I had met, the people it was my duty to protect, that made it worth it. But I still wanted nothing more than to harness Sakaar’s power and wipe this place from the map. After our walk, we reached the jungled-ruins of a small town, but Aegor instructed us to remain in the outskirts for he had never explored the place himself and was unaware of any dangers that might lurk. Good call, I thought. Before long, he got us to a patch of land maybe 500 meters away from the nearest building. “Aenys and I will gather, my lord, you keep watch.” By the time they started picking the plants, I felt droplets of water hit my shoulder.
“Lets make it quick.” I said to them. They both nodded and went about the picking. Aenys pulled out her spear and began to cut the plants in their base, leaving part of their trunk and their roots intact in the hopes that they may grow again and supply us with a steady supply of these not far from the village. She meticulously sliced at them and then bent down to pick them up, wiping any dirt and mud off them before putting them away in her backpack. While she was picking, I pulled out my notebook and began to write down that this place ought to be explored, see if it led anywhere, and if it could be settled by Frostblight as a secondary settlement, a forward operating base where we might be safe from whatever killed the scouts.
Aegor got down to work fast. He set his satchel on a nearby flat rock and opened it, the inside was covered by a plastic film that would protect the black leather from dirt, water, or anything else that might damage the luxurious fabric. Unlike Aenys, Aegor pulled the plants from the root, explaining to me that he did so in hopes of transplanting them back in the city for our ease of access and to be able to further research them there, understand why it dulled pain and why it seemed to cause those inhaling the smoke to enter a trance-like state. I told him it was a great idea, but also praised Aenys for her efforts to maintain the land as intact as possible, both of them had their merits. It took them about twenty minutes to gather about five pounds of the plant before the rain began to pick up. “This should be enough.” I said to them, they nodded in agreement and we set out back toward the city with about ten pounds of this magical plant.
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Posted: Sat Mar 09, 2019 7:19 pm
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It took me a moment while they picked the weeds to figure out that it would be a good idea to make a concrete map to this place lest we got lost. While it was true that Aegor said that he traveled near here before, the discovery of a small abandoned, albeit misty, village such as this would be beneficial to Frostblight. Once we finished, I pulled out my notebook and pencil and began to sketch the way back, setting markers along the way for things of interest. In the beginning was the abandoned village itself which I drew hastily but with some minor detail. From there, I drew a patch of forest, which was the first thing we went through, above it, a small estimate of time it took from the village, as well as the general direction we took until we reached a small clearing where a creek ran through. I stopped the party to draw the creek. From there, our direction switched due north, and after another ten minutes, we were home free, nearing the gates.
[Exit]
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Posted: Wed Mar 20, 2019 10:28 pm
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Takira Gwyndolin Hekireki ll Strategist ll Doton :: Raiton ll Bandit Lord :: C-Rank Shade Artillerist ll Jiton :: Ferromagnetic & Paramagnetic
❀ The ravenous bandit sneered at the jackal-man-thing's response. He always had a way of droning on and on and on... like a drone. "Nah ya daft t**t. I meant fixin' y'all in the more literal sense. I'm somethin' of a hands on smash the metal til' it works type. I ain't no slouch when it comes ta fixin' machines. Now with this fools prank I can better whip ya sissies inta shape! I ain't need ta work around those faux hearts." She barked feigning annoyance at her retainer missing her point in the matter. The small framed woman cupped at her chin as she returned into deep thought. Things were changing at an absolutely breakneck pace... but, these were things she could work with. Not all change is bad change, even for an old lady like herself. The bandits eyes seemed to glow in the shadows as she peered at the overly muscular shade inform of her. As if they were warning the being that things were not about to get better for him. 'I makes some sense... I suppose. This nasty ghost vision only helps cement my control. This way when I'm wrenching away at these jobbers I can get a more solid foothold in what to adjust. Not having to deal with the silence as their rusty a** processors think up responses will be good... especially if others cant see them. This is a firm strategic advantage...' The bandit's lips curled into something of a malicious smile as she chuckled softly to herself.
"Right right right... Ah think its pretty clear what kind of spook weaver I am ya didn't need ta do that long a** speech," She said confidently as if there was only ever one choice, "Nothin' escapes bein' pressed under the heel of this boot. Mortal? Spirit? Both are tools for my glorious clan. I will forge y'alls spirits into might fine weapons Mutt. That ya have my word..." The bandit made it clear what type of medium she was. She could only ever be an Exorcist. She was excited for a change. Her cubs could still improve despite having no bodies to train and forge properly. The stronger her bandits grew the less likely she would need to take control of any front lines. She might have a chance at warping this land of mud and grime into something suitable for the surge of Lightning. "Mutt start doin' that wifi hot spot technique of y'alls. Inform everyone of their glorious leaders new ability. I will be allowing them access to my house for today. I wish ta properly meet my cubs, none of this: Thiz doez not compute. s**t. Give me a better gauge on our numbers. Still need to give Jester their praise... Afterwords Mutt you an me. We'll be going over this little gem in more detail. Can't hide behind that shell any more either." Her last point held no amusement. She would be getting proper answers from him whether he thought it a good idea or not."Ah... do make sure tha guards on shift know they need ta wait for a shift change before leavin' their posts. We don't need no repeat of last week, unless bird brain wants another smack down."
Chakra Pool:: [580 //580]
Stamina Pool:: [320 //320]
Reserve Stamina :: [200 //200]
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 Mar 26, 2019 7:04 pm
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__________________The Jackal Wakens ||
tab The large visage of the Jackal tilted his head at his leader's words, yet even as she spoke them he knew there would be pain coming. That stone was something he knew only from legends, and that alone was enough to tell him eternal torment would be a greater end than what would happen if Takira took that knowledge from him. Time was a fickle thing at best, but putting it into the hands of someone who cares only for themselves? Whatever Takira was she was no good human being, and while he cared little for what she did on a personal level the reality of what she'd do if in control of that facet of creation remained impossible to ignore.
tab She would kill everyone, and everything.
tab There was no mistaking it, and that alone made him swear upon his soul she'd never learn it from his lips. Of those around it was unlikely any knew of it, given that none that he knew of were from the Era of Madness, as the dead had been want to call his age of existence. So instead of focusing on the inevitability of this situation the man slid back into the hollow armor of a body he'd claimed as his namesake and threw back his head, yowling out a high pitched scream of a signal that spread out at subsonic levels, speaking to the code of each machine in the village. Immediately they began to filter in, shadows in the thick mists as two slid away back to their guard posts. As they did so Jackal lowered his head and fixed Takira with an expression of neutrality that he'd taken to wearing every second of the day. "They come, Bloodied Iron," he began, using what amounted to being his favorite name for her. "Some have desires they wish to impart to you, something of their former lives. They are ready to unveil to you who they once were, and who they yet hope to be."
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Posted: Tue Jul 23, 2019 3:08 am
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Takira Gwyndolin Hekireki ll Strategist ll Doton :: Raiton ll Bandit Lord :: C-Rank Shade Artillerist ll Jiton :: Ferromagnetic & Paramagnetic
❀ Takira leaned back in her small hut's only chair, the half rotten wood creaking under her ever action. She had just finished up with the last of her adorable storm bears about two hours prior. having divided responsibilities out among them, even bringing up ten as pillars. The first was Jackal her sketchy aid, he knows a lot more than he lets on but she'll get it out of him at some point. Second Peacock the guardian, to think bloodsuckers existed! The birds sadistic streak will be good for weeding out anyone half assed. Third Jester the artisan, not only can she make a mighty fine form fitting suit but she was a former Storm Bear! While the crane might not believe Takira the moment her name was ushered she knew which of her children she was. A poor girl who caught a stray bullet, it was a shame but thats the life she signed up for. Fourth Silver Jaw the only robot that could possibly grow a tomato. Not only does he have a talent for gardening but he was a werebeast in his former life. First a blood sucker then a shapeshifter! Such fascinating creatures that the bandit had no idea existed. Fifth Kraken pintsized tsunami, an actual ball of rage. Such anger was easy to mold plus it would make conquering the sea easier when such an ally can be swayed. Sixth Tengu the greedy, the small bird form he carried would be very useful for the girl. No one pays attention to birds, but absolutely no one pays attention to small birds. Not much of a risk of him being shot down by a hungry savage. Seventh Kappa the only one Takira almost murdered. Thats it nothing else needs to be said about that one. Eighth Nevermore the weirdest hype man in existence. Having someone around to get tasks written up is always nice, the bandit lord hates paperwork. Ninth Lotus the only one shes worried about. This boy is dangerous, because of how much of a leech he was proving to be. If directed elsewhere he could be plenty useful. Finally the Tenth pillar Tom. Oh Tom, such a tragically pathetic soul. Yet in him lies fire. A fire Takira plans to mold into the perfect pair of scissors. These were the ones Takira decided to lift up into leadership roles. All of her children were special of course but seriously....Forty-Three souls bound to queer maniacal dolls.
For what reason could such a purpose serve? Do they serve a purpose at all? Either way she was tired. The worst part about leading a clan was dealing with the logistical side of things. She knew there was a lot of them but, was the number always above thirty? It was fair to say that while she recognized most of them, there were a couple she had no recollection of meeting. Like that Kappa. Such an annoying character should have stuck out in her mind, where were they hiding? Well whatever may have happened she knew them all. Their code names were committed to her memory. As with her old Storm Bears. Each one of them was useful in their own way. She would make sure to forge that potential to the best of hers and their abilities. That was for another day however, she had seen way too much of them for such a short amount of time. Now was for Takira. She had gotten caught up in a lot since waking up in that underwater prison, so much so she had been neglecting herself! The most important person! Along the way she had managed to scrounge up not an insubstantial amount of texts detailing techniques so perhaps it was time to reforge herself out of them. Her iron was indeed powerful but in an area such as her own village where it was nerfed just because of the mystical forces she needed to have back ups.
Chakra Pool:: [580 //580]
Stamina Pool:: [320 //320]
Reserve Stamina :: [200 //200]
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: Wed Jul 31, 2019 7:24 pm
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__________________The Jackal Wakens ||
tab It felt like it had been years, maybe even centuries, since the queen had pushed on Jackal to deliver his secreted information about the stone she carried, the one he feared. In that time she'd given up the ghost, at least for the time being, and instead worked to better the group as a whole. She listened, made commands, asked questions and forced the entire group to grow. In nearly record time they had been bettered, each of their needs addressed in a communal way so that none felt alone, ignored, or in any way abused or worthless. It was...exhilarating, and slightly frightening. Perhaps out of all the others he understood the best what it was that did, what she stood for and aimed to do. Insanity didn't fit it, however. She wasn't insane, but driven towards a goal others would call madness. That he would call madness, in another day and age. Yet now...now that wasn't the case. He'd seen her methods and her goals, and he knew she was driven to be the best, the strongest, most supreme of beings.
tab And she had a chance at it.
tab Taking a deep breath atop the rock he mostly lounged on the possessed automaton rose and stretched, arching his back until the metal groaned from the weight of his movements. Returning to standing he moved down the boulder and hopped off, making his way towards where Takira likely sat, overseeing her "family". As he approached her mighty throne setup in the middle of the village the Jackal spied a few others who were frolicking, or working, enjoying their lives and building emotion.
tab It was dangerous.
tab He'd tried explaining to Takira previously that to the dead feed on emotion, both positive and negative, and that emotions were a form of currency and power here within the Dead worlds. And if they wanted to lay low from the Guardians of the Gate they would need to remain pure of it. But she pushed anyway, and that terrified him more than anything.
tab Approaching the Jackal raised his voice, the tinny resonation of his voice through a microphone clear. "What are your goals today, Takira," he began, hoping to open with something simple.
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Posted: Thu Aug 15, 2019 3:28 am
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Takira Gwyndolin Hekireki ll Strategist ll Doton :: Raiton ll Bandit Lord :: C-Rank Shade Artillerist ll Jiton :: Ferromagnetic & Paramagnetic
❀ Takira's head arose to the sound of metal crunching against the hardened dew encrusted grass. It was nearing the time Jackal would usually come bother her so it wasn't a stretch for her to just assume it was him. For all his annoying faults at least he was consistent with them. Not that the headache it caused the bandit was eased at all due to this. Honestly the mutt was going to push her over the edge one of these days. "MUTT! Enough! Everyday its goals this goals that! YOU ALREADY KNOW WHAT I WANT. ITS WHAT YOU FAIL TO DELIVER." Her crimson eyes were alight with anger akin to flame as she turned to face the metal beast. A flash of anger the metal bound soul should be have long since gotten used to. Her hand gripped into a fist around the hilt of her amalgamation of ax and gun. The girl sharply inhaled the bitter air around her. "Do you see the physical proof? Mutt? Look!" She gestured with her free hand to her mop of mostly black hair, "THIS BLASTED RED. IT DIDN'T SHOW UP UNTIL MY FOURTIES! BUT YOU.... YOUUU! YOU SHACKLED CREATURES!" It was true. The stress of leading a bandit troupe was high, in her previous life rather than her hair going gray with age and trials it turned as red as the blood she spilt. A curious side effect to her genetic heritage, a trait she carried from her deadbeat of a father.
Honestly there was an above average chance that she would cut down the metal jackal where it stood. She was beyond furious when she woke up that morning and found the streak in her hair. Her chakra arc'd like lightning off of her skin as she stood before the First Pillar. "I can't crack this blasted CODE!" Yes it was true. Her stressed chair change was due to math. Not simple math mind you, but math none-the-less. Trying to make flawless calculations to draw out the maximum potential of a soul powered mechoid. A mistake results in overcharge and thus degradation or destruction. She had been doing nothing but calculating since she decided to improve her cubs. Everything resulted in a net loss. Whoever created the shells in to begin with had done a fantastic job maintaining an equilibrium. Whatever invaded her brain when she set down the path of the tinkerer had done wonders for her math skills but still, even then she was still coming up short. "It makes no sense! No sense at all! WHY DO YOU REMAIN SO QUIET ABOUT YOUR NATURES! WHO CREATED YOU DAMNIT!" She shouted, slamming the ax into the ground and pacing back and forth. Her thin fingers dove wildly into her hair as she flailed them about in frustration. The anger was burning away quickly. The ever turbulent storm that is Takira. The beacon of unwavering emotion.
She was everything that was good and everything that was bad with having emotions. Jackal was right to fear her willingness to spurn life back into the trapped souls. Her avarice to claim all would no doubt draw in whatever it was that the fade feared. Warnings fell on deaf ears. She would return humanity to the lost. Because what use was having absolute ownership over someone broken? She simply was missing a key component. Jackal was tight lipped and the others were either ignorant or were also hiding the keys. "I swear Jackal. If you even bring up yer boogieman excuse one more time. Its bad enough I have to listen to Kappa parroting you- Actually you know what on that line keep Kappa away from me today or I will preform these false calculations on their core. It'll be quiet the spectacle watching explosion." She was not hiding the fact that if she was given the chance she would gladly remove one of her band's Pillars from existence. Such was the waxing and waning whim of their fearless leader. "Whatever! We'll talk about Kappa being turned into scrap later and these blasted calculations. Honestly This is worse than calculating the shot angle of a bullet in the middle of a full out war! Have you talked to Tengu lately? Has he found a deposit of Magnesium yet? With Iron I am only at half my potential. Magnesium is key for the Bloodied Iron. It creates fear." Her anger had replaced itself with bloodlust at the flip of a coin. The scowl was now an ear to ear grin. Magnesium was what allowed to tear through the lord of Lightning's spooks. The metal that allows for the hellscape that brings out all of Takira's latent mystical powers. Her corrupt nature that cripples people with fear. A demon on the battlefield where fear rules.
Chakra Pool:: [580 //580]
Stamina Pool:: [320 //320]
Reserve Stamina :: [200 //200]
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: Sat Nov 30, 2019 8:42 pm
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__________________The Jackal Wakens ||
tab The peace he'd hoped for lasted about as long as an automaton's fart. That is, not at all, since they didn't have the- this joke wasn't worth the time it took to think it. Instead Jackal waited out the tirade in relative silence, doing his best impression of a mechanical statue until got through the core of what plagued her mind and her many laid plans. Only when she finished, and after waiting a healthy few seconds lest the fury return, he began his report. "Magnesium is believed to have been located, as have a few bits of potential sources for information on more mechas," he intoned, doing his best to remain neutral on the subject lest she detect just how much he didn't want to tell her that. Bloodied Iron and mother though she be to many of the others, she also was the devil to those like him who were more afraid of the Guardians than she. If she wished to do battle with the gods of death let it be when she was stronger. As it stood she would perish before the Butcher Meastro. "There are two sources of both. A group of avians, the supposed Anzu we've heard reports of, are making their way towards the titanic walls of old Kirigakure in a caravan that bears a large amount of metals. Given the appearance of what was spotted it's believed that they are old world technology, close to the fourth era, and some are believed to be simply scrap metal with large amounts of magnesium. They lie south and west from here. The other is a cavern north and east, in the opposite direction, but which we've spotted mechas guarding. One of the others has some small memory of the location and believes it may be the entrance to an old mine that produced magnesium, but these mechas look to be of fifth era, and thus more dangerous. I cannot tell you which is the better target, but it should go without saying that the mine might well be the more dangerous and more prone to failure."
tab Raising a leg to scratch his ear, a learned behavior from older days, he continued in the same voice. "Personally I believe the caravan is the more likely to enrage the native species of this land, but more worth the risk in loss of numbers in regards to the immediate future, whereas I see the mine as a sustainable source of power for you and possible advancement of our current technology. Yet the latter also relies on pieced together memories, and may net us nothing, and so doesn't sound to me to be worth the risk at this time. We could always also attack the growing human settlement, this...Village Hidden in the Heart, though we only have news of it, nothing specific about defenses or resources they might have."
tab There he stopped, and honestly hoped that his offering of his opinion would give her some measure of happiness since it meant he was being more forthcoming, something he believed she see as gained ground in her pursuit of drawing out their humanity. It didn't happen often, as he didn't want to risk it too much, but it might be enough to moll her over for now.
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Posted: Sun Dec 22, 2019 1:50 am
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Takira Gwyndolin Hekireki ll Strategist ll Doton :: Raiton ll Bandit Lord :: C-Rank Shade Artillerist ll Jiton :: Ferromagnetic & Paramagnetic
❀ Takira began to pick yesterdays dinner out from between her teeth while the Jackal drawled on like a morning talk show. She was listening, but she wasn't too thrilled about Jackals restrained way of talking. He always seemed like he was trying was to afraid of letting himself shine through the metal husk he resided in. A fair fear she figured, considering he lacked any will power whats so ever to stand up to whatever comes around and nibbles on spirits emotions. Flicking aside some speck of meat to the ground she stifled out a exasperated yawn. "As detailed as always Jackal. Annoyingly so for such standard updates. " She grumbled, crimson eyes staring pointedly at him. She knew it was his way but she so did hate having to listen to someone elses voice drone on and one forever. If he was going to do so he might as well do the courtesy for her and do so with her voice. That was neither here nor there however. There was much more pressing matters on hand. 'So they did find what I was searching for...' She thought smugly, 'I knew I chose the right scouts for this. Each one of these children have strengths just waiting to be forcefully pulled out from these cores. Soon Jackal I will have yours torn free.' A wicked smile found its way onto he face as she eyed the metal Jackal like it was a fresh kill. "We won botherin' dealing with humans right now. They'll prove too much fer you welps. With some elbow grease... and you stopping yer attempts to stop me, y'all might reach that level of flexibility. For now we stick ta low intelligence or other Automatons." She said waving off the very idea that she'd risk them, as they were right now, on humans. Humanity for all its flaws was a very dangerous beast. They didn't take well to thieves and murderers. As such sending a pack of robots that followed simple programming and barely had a sense of self? A death sentence. Unfortunately for Jackal that meant the most dangerous option was actually the safest in Takira's mind.
"We'll be takin' a couple of welps ta secure ourselves a mine. And yer all you welp's sakes... that informant better have an accurate memory. If it is indeed a mine that will provide us a much better flow of materials. Takin' a caravan or raiding a village is all well an good once we got our roots planted, but for now we need ta think long term Mutt." There it was, her choice had been made. They would be making way to the mine. "I'll need that informant for... liability reasons, and one of the pillars to join me to this possible mine. Pick who ya want comin' whether it you or someone else, but choose quickly I'll be waiting at the gate." She didn't even wait for the jackal to respond to her or even for him to argue she should take more for such a risky choice. Takira was a woman of many plans. Plans that stacked on top of plans. Plans that overlapped thrice over. This mine assault was no different. She had no intention of taking many robots with her because quite frankly none of them were worth a damn in a real scrap. The whole zombie incident had proven that. Whats more she had never managed to even locate automatons not aligned with her, thus she had no source of upgrades. The mine would provide not only her saught after metal of choice, but other metals and upgrade parts as well. She would never say this out loud. Jackal would likely be able to surmise her reasons easily but her pride was too strong for her to admit such touchy feely emotions. She wasn't risking more of her children than she needed.
Chakra Pool:: [580 //580]
Stamina Pool:: [320 //320]
Reserve Stamina :: [200 //200]
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 ******** class="quote">Lanfaer |
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