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 Posted: Sun Jan 05, 2020 2:57 pm
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__________________The Jackal Wakens ||
tab The Jackal wasn't exactly happy with the detailed decision provided to him, since he saw humans as far less of a danger than the fifth era mechas they were to face. In all reality Takira was basing this decision on a foundation that bore a lack of knowledge of what fifth era technology was capable of, and if he was being honest most here had never faced them. Him, however...well, considering what he was built from he knew better than they just what it was capable of. If Takira only knew...but she didn't, and there was no use trying to correct her now. It would serve no purpose to try and correct her course with facts. She was being of pure emotion, thinking not with her mind but her heart, and while he would normally have lauded such procedures she was always this way. Thinking too much with a heart untempered by the logic of the mind left her to insanity, and little else. Still she was their Mother now, whether he desired it or not, and he would let her learn through experience. Machines could destroy his body but not his soul, and so he feared them not.
tab As Takira moved forward towards the entrance to their home Jackal sent out a silent radio broadcast to call forth Badger from the hole he held himself up in. As the confidant that had provided the details of memory it was he who would accompany them as would likely be of little issue to him, since he was always happy to help. That said Jackal couldn't explain to him why a memory of the past surfacing bothered him. The others were becoming infected with the idea of memory and emotion, lacking the fear that kept them alive for so long due to lack of exposure. Only a handful had meet a Keeper, and fewer the Butcher that sought their souls. How could he expect them to listen to his warning and concerns when they knew not the terrors? In truth even Takira wouldn't be able to face down the terror of the Butcher if he showed himself yet her ego and insanity allowed her no room for such considerations. Worse, he knew she cared for them, and that care would be her undoing if those monsters showed themselves.
tab Sighing as he approached their queen Jackal turned back on the speaker in his mouth and sighed. "I will travel with you. Badger will join us shortly as the informant. He was just slumbering so it might take him a moment longer but he will be here shortly." Black, soulless eyes turned towards the distance, towards where the information said the mine lay. "Do you have plans for the advanced Mechas, my lady?"
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Posted: Tue Jan 07, 2020 5:52 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 strode right past Peacock, the ever flamboyant Pillar in charge of the gate, and began walking town the dirt path for a few minutes. The bound Ancestor watched with intent. As they weren't able to just leave their post without the General's orders they couldn't join the girl. Peacock gave off a huff, half temped to just go see what was going on. The look they got from the Storm Bear when they attempted to move a foot past the gate stopped any fancy ideas of adventure. As they had done so in the past before being tracked down by a very angry woman. Once she could feel the power of the villages anti-magnesis stones wearing off she slowed down to a stop. It was like she had gotten a full body suit of shackles removed from her limbs. She was a prisoner to her own base. A yawn escaped her mouth as she began to stretch out and warm up her tired muscles. No longer restricted to her skin a familiar sense of control began exuding from the bandit. Her magnetic field extending out in an orb around her person. With a opening of her palm one of her weapons whipped around the air before landing firmly in her hand. Like a possessed chair it appeared to carry no weight, despite its unwavering heft. One might think it was all due to the bandits control over all (read as a lot) things metal. Yet this was only partially true. Despite her rather tiny and unassuming frame she carried a surprising bit of muscle.
Between lifting a village from nothing into something and getting to know each of her fourty-three robotic children she had little free time to work on herself. So she had been spending most of her free time absorbing knowledge as one can always pick up a book at a later date without missing something. One of such books was "Kanadzuchi no Ryuusei" A large book detailing ones journey to mastery of the hammer. While she herself had no interest in anything hammer related, excluding that one Mist weapon, she saw potential in the style. She saw its use with a battle ax. Yes she was thinking of bastardizing a traditionally hammer style. She was a stubborn old woman that was for sure. Unwilling to bend to the rules of others. A free spirit that saught to activally spit on tradition. A wicked smirk graced her ruby lips as she took the large weapon in both hands.[1/2] Gritting her teeth she inhaled sharply through her pearly whites. Her body began to relax as she spread her feet apart. Her body was uniform. Stationary and unmoving like a stone. With her feet even with her shoulders she began to ever so slightly bend her knees. Her lower back felt the strain of hold a weapon nearly her frames size the way she was. Level with the ground being held at waist level. Exhaling slowly she let her eyes close. Her center of gravity was floaty in this stance, with each moment it shifted just where it was ideal to strike. Opening her eyes she tightened her grip and began her practice swing. Her left shoulder pushed forwards as her arms raised the might weapon above her head. A single strike sliced at the air in front to her side. She could feel all the weight of her body sliding up and down the shaft of her weapon to its blade within the arc. No doubt if she had actually been hitting something with the strike it would have felt that crushing pressure.[2/2][1]
The momentum was something she was struggling to get accustomed to. With her body the way it was she was a hair away from tumbling forward each time she swung the Blunderhack. If it wasn't for her constantly focusing her magnetic properties into both her weapon and her boots she was liable to become victim to her weapons swings. At least when using this specific style. Due to its focus on the weight of one's swings. As it was she wasn't going to be able to control her iron sand while preforming the style. A downside that was sure. It was ideal for working within her village though. Two sides of the coin and all that. For now she was going to have to learn to control this weight. She would begin swinging the air. With each swing she was slightly adjust the placement of her hands among the shaft. The slightest adjustment did wonders to how the ax carried downwards. If her held her hands closer to the blunderbuss side of the weapon the weapon swung slower but also allowed for the momentum to be uninterrupted causing more potential mage. If she kept one hand at the base and the other near the blade the swing was slower but much more precise. "Makes sense." She grumbled to herself. Lifting the weapon in one hand and swinging it around once more. [1/1][2]
It wouldn't take long with these testing swings for her to attempt to meld it all together. She shouldn't be limiting her strikes to a flip of the coin. During the heat of battle she needed to be able to make on the fly changes to her attacks. Usually she did so with the use of her magnesis. However having spent months within her village she had realized how much of a crutch that mentality really was. In Lightning this was fine. There was nothing kneecapping her abilities. In this land of mud thought there was mythical stones designed to destroy her balance. As such she would require a more calculated approach. She had no idea what this mine might contain and if it also had the restriction on her she couldn't just continue burning mana to fight it. That was after all why she was taking control over this style. With a might over swing she began with her hands placed at the base but as the arc moved to a downward swing she slid her right hand up the shaft and began whipping the momentum down to the left rather than forward. Her wrists strained under the force acting against her but it was nothing she couldn't handle with enough practice... and that she did. For a few minutes to practice this switch up. Sweat was fighting against her grip as she began to get a handle over how this style would work in a live combat experience.[1/1][3]
With each swing more and more sweat laced strands of hair and began to sting at her eyes. In frustration the bandit threw her ax up into the air. "This damn heat! I hate this damned country! Its like swimming in the ********' air!" She cursed the very land itself. Running her fingers through her black, and now slightly red thanks to tress, she pulled the long locks back into a pony tail. As she finished tying back her hair she extended a hand allowing her magnetic field to expand past its normal radius. It wrapped around the large ax mid air as if it was on a string. A flick of her wrist and the ax that had been threatening to fly off into the woods had now returned to her hand like it weighed nothing at all. With her hair now off her face she was free to focus more attentively on the task at hand: Stage Two. The basics of the style had successfully been adapted to use with a greatax... but it was just that, the basics. With this stage she entered into whether or not this was just a waste of time. Grasping the weapon with both hands she held the hulking red metal out in front of her. She looked like a very bastardized samurai the way she held it. Had the weapon been a katana there would have been no problem. "Strike and jump. Ride the rebound. Easy." She mumbled to herself as she began re-reading the instructions she held within her mind.
Her mana surged to her hands before leaking down the shaft of her weapon. Before long a large fraction of her magical essence was practically radiating from the metal head. Without a hint of worry she stepped back easily into the Styles proper stance, lowering the ax like a undrawn sword. The ground threatened to crack around her as she put more and more of her weight into her toes. At the whistling of the wind she began. A simple overhead swing, laced with enough mana to be considered a spell. As the blade impacted the ground she let go of the repelling pull her metal boots held that kept her so firm with each of the previous swings. Her small frame made this technique unsurprisingly effective. The mana explored from the blade with ease. Cracking the ground around her as her body was hefted forward into the air. [1/1][4]
Not wanting to waste a single ounce of her mana her mind began to race onto the other technique within the stage. As it stood her previous attack had resulted in her flying froward through the air in a sort of front flip swing. Like she had been turbo boosted by a rubber banding effect. 'Next was... Ah yes.' She thought recalling Komawari. This was a technique that came from an almost supernatural control over ones muscles. Allowing for the user to alter momentum to a scary degree. Inhaling through her teeth again her crimson eyes darted wildly around for a target. A nearby tree was all she had so it was her victim. This technique relied on the foundation of Grip. It functioned on the same principle of total control. Truly it was the next logical step. While the technique would be child's play using her bloodborne gifts... that would ruin the authenticity of her training. So she resisted the urge to cheat. Instead she braced herself. As her forwardly accelerating flip started to rotate her face upwards into the sky she began contorting her body in a C like shape. With the rotation in place she began flexing her lower arm muscles and forcefully changing the arc of her forward swing. With the aid of precise hand positioning she managed to warp the momentum. In an almost 90 degree course change the bandit managed to strike into the trunk of a tree rather than slamming her blade into the soil again. [1/1][5]
While she managed to get the blade within the trunk her body itself hit the ground hard. She rolled a few feet away from her weapon. Dirt caked her frame as she pulled herself from the ground. A sharp wheeze escaped her as she struggled to catch her breath. Messing with momentum was a risky process. She grumbled, hissing at the ground that did not catch her gently. She could see the flaw in her plans. She wasn't technically of the frame the book had recommended... demanded. She was about half the person the author was build wise. These problems were something she could easily counteract as mentioned before. For now, while still learning, she would keep those easy fixes confined to her mind. "s**t that set up would have been perfect for the next step." She berated herself. She had the momentum and the chakra already built in her weapon. Alas she was too focused on completing this book stage by stage. Forcing her dusty body up and stumbling towards her embedded weapon. Gripping the shaft she wrenched the wicked metal free from the wood. She inspected the blade for a moment before returning to her impact sight. The notable dimple in the ground would make a good side by side for this technique. "Mana to the weapon. Swing and impact. Release instead of rebound." She ran through with herself. Simple concept to understand. Spreading her feet out she allowed the weighted weapon to dip down bellow her knees. With a twist at her core she arced the weapon high over her head. Mana began draining from her palms and infusing into her Blunderhack as she whipped her arms downward. The red blade pierced into the soft soil sinking deep before the chakra erupted from its host. She felt vibrations running up her legs as the ground began to heave from the influx of energy. Large cracks began circling around from the epicenter. A a three meter circle surrounded the young bandit once all was said and done. The single strike was enough to rend the earth leaving behind thick fissures in its wake.[1/1][6]
She stood still within the damaged circle for a few moments catching her breath. Her arms were shaking from the rebounding force of the impact. Having drained mana from her arms to fuel the strike it left her arms less than prepared for absorbing the opposing force. "I'll have to think of a fix for that. Great impact. Destructive, might work against mechanicals. Perfect for the mine, if I can curb this that is." She ran through, flexing her arms and hands in an attempt to normalize the feeling of aching. She only had a few more techniques to practice. The volume her cubs had procured lacked the full style. It was basically Vol 1: For Dummies. She would need to be on the look out on any future raids since this was proving to be a great addition for her prized Blunderhack. "Next was... yeah the guard breaker." She mumbled as her eyes darted back and forth as if reading from some imaginary script. Freeing a hand from her weapon she began to lift a pile of her iron sand up into the air in front of her holding it in place as she slowly moved her hand to grip her weapon. Her mind was screaming from being overloaded being divide between so many tiny tasks at once. With a sharp inhale she dropped back into the stance. Her crimson eyes emptied of emotion for a moment. Her empty eyes train on her target, the blob of iron waiting.Her muscles contorted differently for this technique. The others had almost all been about downward swings. Her right arm dipped down as she bent backwards to gather up the momentum. With a single upward swing into the messy cloud of iron electricity shot though her finger tips. Where once her strike had been was not a thick empty space in the iron before the cloud exploded backwards. It felt like she was swinging a bat at a flyball, cracking the surface and shredding it into nothing. [1/1][7]
She cursed struggling to stop her weapon from flying out of her hands. Her metal boots dug into the ground as her metallic field pushed against them to stay in place. She had successfully cleaved her own defense. Despite it being no where near as sturdy as she would normally have it it was still her defense. Even lacking complete focus it was no laughing matter for a shield of powdered iron to be washed away with a single strike. Her eyes narrowed dangerously at this idea. She had more of a motivation to find the collection of this style. It would be a threat against her. She prided herself in her defensive abilities. There was a reason she only had a couple scars on her body despite her lifetime of battle. All of them were luck. A stray arrow she didn't see. Fighting without her sand within that cave. being caught off guard in the flaming house. She let her battleax rest against the cracked earth while she lifted both hands into the air. The metal in the area would quake slightly before forming a large bubble around her. A shell only one of her bloodline could possibly dream of. She sighed before letting the bubble collapse around her, covering her and the ground with thick and repugnant smell of iron. Setting the stage for the final technique she had knowledge of. Her feet spread in preparation. The downswing a feint for the true attack. Forcing someone to guard only to be assaulted by the true target. With a low growl her knees dropped into place, body swing low to the right as her battleax began to drag into the soil before lifting it high into the air. shifting her grip back lower on the shaft she pulled downwards. The blade impacted the soil differently than it previously had. The iron she had layed out erupted forward. If someone had been standing in front of her it would have resulted in a thick fog they'd be unable to see through, leaving them open for whatever she would want to follow with.[1/1][8]
Takira left her weapon buried deep into the iron and mud. Lifting a hand she wiped the accrued sweat from her face, coating it with specks of iron instead. Actively learning this style had provided her with a fantastic warm up. It was like she was back in time striking at her adoptive father. Attempting to decapitate the towering man in faux combat. It had also proved to her that taking the time between bossing people around to just read would be worthwhile. She had easily pulled the knowledge from the depths of her mind and forced it into reality. A great way to pass the time when she was tied up being a leader. A wicked smirk crossed her lips as she heard the sound of Jackal staring at her. He was looking at her as if he had asked her a question. She had vaguely heard his question while training but she ignored him so she could finish the task at hand. Tapping her chin she turned to face the metal beast and bore holes into his shade shifting within his shadow. "Plans Jackal? Obviously ah don't," She said confidently despite admitting having nothing, "So I'll just do what ah always do. Brute force these trash cans inta the ground." Fire began to fill her red eyes. Opening her hand the ground rumbled before her battleax whipped violently from the ground before boomeranging back into her hand. She rested the overly large weapon against her shoulder. "Jackal this is just somethin' yer gonna have to get used ta. If only I'm goin inta combat theres no need for a strategy. Ah ain't out here making sure you weaklings don't get crushed so I don't need to chain myself to a ridged plan. You might not understand being so muted. Combat is an exciting dance. It calls the drums of war to play for the dancers. Such a intoxicating rhythm rarely goes as planned. Once the Storm Bears are ready for large scale operations we will worry about plans. Until then ah shall rage on the font lines alone." She knew how unpredictable this raid was going to be. Wasting energy on planning was going to result in more annoyance when it falls apart. It was better for this to be on the fly. In her mind that is.
The metal that she had so widely flug around the ground would begin rising around her, peeling from off of her skin and forming a large compacted orb. She rose her free hand to her left eye. Pressing her finger tips against the eyelid. Mana would begin forming a small bubble around the closed eye that contained a stray string. This string of mana connected with the large orb as it bad to raid higher and higher into the air. The orb would rumble as a shape began to etch into it. In moments a large very ominous eye would be looking down at her own village. "Ah. Theres the rat himself- er badger." She said with a laugh, her eye twitching beneath her eyelid mimicking the motions of the giant orb. "Jackal did you not tell him I requested his presence?" She asked dangerously while she observed the small robot sleepily wandering to the village gate. Badger was one of the problem children in her mind. He spent most of his time slacking off and avoiding his work. had Jackal not instilled the importance within his message? With a wave of her hand the orb dispersed into a floating cloud of iron flakes. "Hurry. It. Up. BADGER!" She commanded, her voice crackling with a fit of anger. Birds that had been resting in the nearby forest quickly rose and began flying away in droves, cawing in protest the the booming voice. She began picking at a thick patch of her now reddening hair. "This is what Im talkin' bout Jackal. For my new age my hair should be still black. Yet you morons keep finding ways to get on my nerves." She accused. With the robotic children only being half awoken to the world they had a lot of issues in the Village. Laziness was a common trait among the non Pillar mechanicals. 'Sin' emotions were easy to return to the soul shards. It just so happened that 'Sloth' was possibly the easiest to become accustomed to. She had been letting ti slide because they were at least getting things done. This time however the badger was now wasting her time. She had given them plenty when she took some time out of her day to train. The fact that he was still only just barely approaching her was making her blood boil. This was evident by the waves of her Conqueror's Presence she was sending off instinctively. Sending rippling fear off into Jackal, Badger, and those at the village gates. "We leave now. before I turn Badger into scrap metal." She was furious for the before reason but also because the drumming of war was beating against her ear drumbs. She had been resisting the wild hunt since she finished training. The mere act of slaying having gotten her heart excited for battle.
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[1][Falling Star Stance, Rank E. Learned! Step one for Kanadzuchi no Ryuusei complete. Style Unlocked!]
[2][Manriki Burabura :: Weighted Swing, Rank E. Learned!][Sll Simple techniques in this Style and related Proficiency attacks are treated as Complex now]
[3][Hashu :: Grip, Rank X. Learned!]
[Stage One of Kanadzuchi no Ryuusei completed!]
[4][Tonderu Kougeki :: Jumping Strike, Rank D. Learned!][-1 Free Post]
[5][Komawari :: Tight Turn, Rank X. Learned!][-1 Free Post]
[Stage Two of Kanadzuchi no Ryuusei completed!]
[6][Ooishitsubushi :: Boulder Crush, Rank C. Learned!][-2 Free Posts]
[7][Hiun :: Flying Cloud, Rank C. Learned!][-2 Free Posts]
[8][Kanadzuchi Nobeokuri :: Iron Hammer Burial, Rank C. Learned!][-2 Free Posts]
[Stage Three of Kanadzuchi no Ryuusei completed!]
[9][All Sight, Custom Rank D. Learned!][-1 post passive reduction for Ninjutsu based technique]
[-95 Stamina and -70 Chakra for learning]
Chakra Pool:: [580 //630]
Stamina Pool:: [225 //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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Posted: Tue Jan 21, 2020 7:49 pm
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__________________The Jackal Wakens ||
tab Cocking its head to the side at his leader's words the Jackal considered her words in his normal silent manner. To go without thinking, with wild abandon, was most definitely not his way even when flesh and blood defined his existence. A family had been his, and worry for stability, a life for them to grow in and survive, that had been his concerns. A pair of daughters, a son, the eldest daughter as much of a mother as her own, while the younger two were handfuls that often made him concerned for the sanity of his wife and lover. Thinking back to those times brought a sense of warmth to him even as the Badger hustled into view with the flames of Takira's wrath nipping his a** into motion.
tab Perhaps Takira would notice his form freeze in place a moment, or heard the soft gasp from the creature's speaker as it realized what it was doing. Burying that emotion deeper than the ax in the aforementioned mud Jackal shook himself free of the moisture from the ever-present light fog and acted as if that was all that had bothered him. Better that than the truth come out, that what he felt was emotion, something he desperately feared more than Takira herself, or her discovering what that green orb she held was. Better he be drained of breath and consciousness than that unhappy existence under the thumb of a Guardian.
tab As Takira made her way off the Jackal followed behind, taking up the rear as the Badger hurriedly took point and led the way, as it alone knew the exact location to go. Would Takira notice, would she care? Would she see the hesitation in the animatronic's steps as it gave chase? Perhaps, perhaps not. But what he needed most of all right then was her rage, her fury, and that ax burying itself between his eyes.
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