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 Posted: Sun Jan 14, 2018 8:12 pm
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Takira Gwyndolin Hekireki ll Strategist ll Doton - Raiton ll Former Bandit :: Current E-Rank ll Jiton, somekindofmagnetic
❀ Takira continued with her staring contest as she waited to see if it would do anything she asked of it, its pupils as they started to warp. Reflexively Takira tightening her hand into a fist, the metallic sand around her forming a thin shell around her backside while crimson eyes watched in excitement as the beast came to life. Its tendrils activating some sort of deceive signaling to the young warlord that this creature had enough intelligence that combined with its massive form it might prove be an issue righting at her current level. After a sure of light flowing into the beasts body a familiar sound a metal grinding against metal filled her ears as shutters closed her view into the abyss. To her that was like someone took a boulder off of her shoulders. As long as she didn't have to see the water she could pretend it didn't exist all around her... mostly. "Ya know, for a minute there you almost had me. That was a big mistake on yer part plantera." She said with a menacing cackle. She pierced the plant matter under her feet with her blade, pinning the katana to the floor as she extended her arms out to the side in a taunting manner. "Well? Are you go-" She stopped short as the eyes opened fully revealing what looked to be the face of a watch before purple light filled the top, "Interesting!" She freed her blade as her left hand extended forward, the sand around her floating around in the air. Pointing extended palm forward the metallic substance spit off into two thin blade like formations. "When this is over plantera, yer gonna be my b***h." She said with a manic smile, her mind filled to the brim with red fog as her signature blood lust took over her better judgement.. Her irsi' wide saucers deep with blood like crimsonas a chill of excitement shot through her spine. The remaining fingers besides her middle and pointer finger closed before pointing the pair directly at the beast. The bandits chakra surged through her magnetic field launching the faux blades towards the tendrils draining whatever energy was flowing into and boosting this creatures threat level. While she had doubts she would be able to take out a tendril with one slice, being she could barely hold a consistent shape due to whatever was limiting her abilities, it wasn't going to stop her from hacking those nicely exposed appendages to peices. Chakra was limited for her, but if those tendrils really were draining some sort of energy it might be next to unlimited. She had to stop the power gap from growing.
Chakra Pool:: [100 //100]
Stamina Pool:: [130 //150]
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
Takirai's Theme NieR: Automata - Simone
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Posted: Thu Jan 18, 2018 8:08 pm
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_______________The Narrator Whispers... ||
_______________Shadows Whisper in Chloe's Ears... ||
tab Hastily you charge for the monitors, finding the path strangely clear of other vegetation, or any footfalls that might have tripped you up on your way. Reaching the metal behemoths that would have been old during the Age of Regret you find data splayed across it in bold, distorted numbers and letters, each moment cascading the imagery as the circuitry sparks from several large holes in its surface. Yet even with this some words are able to be made out, though only barely. "Power", "Dead", "Pulse", "Power", "Life", "EVENT 13", and, perhaps worst of all, the words "EVACUATE" and "PERSONNEL!" Each changes colors frequently, and font, so it is quite difficult to make it out entirely, but this is compounded when the image distorts and you see the eyes of the beast, the upper right tick now glowing wickedly and sliding further clockwise to the right, upon the screen for a moment.
tab It is gone a moment later, only to flicker in again in another place. Sparks fire off from the back, sparks that die quickly, but not before painting the walls behind the machine a brilliant violet. And in that light a lever that had been hidden before from the angle. There doesn't seem to be any wires leading to it, however, leaving its purpose a mystery for the moment.
_______________The Madness of Blood Whispers... ||
tab The blades of sand bite deep, their edges glowing with the chakra they were blessed with at birth, and while many are repelled one seems to make it through and shreds through one of the tendrils. Gore raining down from the sky not unlike the emergency sprinklers in a mechanized facility, black with yellow liquid, the lights within the room become brighter than before. Reflecting off of the metal from the blades in a beautiful display of refractory art, it is entirely possible you may miss the sudden glowing of the first bulb in the creatures eye that burns with a violet light as it expands rapidly to form a swirling vortex.
tab Followed closely by a plorp as something white dripping yellow, paint-like material from its body slithers forth. As the vortex disappears, revealing that the bulb was now missing from the eye and leaving the original six at five, the form stood up to reveal an obviously human form.
tab One that was clearly masculine, seven feet tall, and a hamster-like face attached at the top that had reptilian eyes and a human nose. Raising hands razorred sharp with metal that seems eerily close to what was thrown at the tentacle, the thing places its hands together and begins to make handsigns, startlingly beginning with the Ram.
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Posted: Thu Jan 18, 2018 9:48 pm
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Takira Gwyndolin Hekireki ll Strategist ll Doton :: Raiton ll Former Bandit :: Current E-Rank ll Jiton :: Ferromagnetic
❀ Takira watched carefully as her magnetic fields were repelled by all but one tendril, closing her hand into a fist she quickly twisted her hand forcing the repelled sand to wrap around their respective tendrils and start squeezing them. Crimson eyes watched in excitement as chunks of plant matter rained down from above, taking a step back to avoid a majority of the viscera being sprayed by the flailing tendril she covered her mouth with her cloak as a precaution. Eyes widened in amazement as light danced around the foreign liquid, a possible bio-luminescent from its seemly glowing nature. A wicked grin danced on her lips as readied her body for the upcoming stress from her magnetic field. "Get ready beastie! I'm not giving you up yet! You will bow before yer new master!" She roared with feral aggression, the metallic sand gripping around the remaining tendrils began to start getting pulled towards her body, their grip not letting up from the tendrils as the pull started to bend the tendrils ever so slightly towards her. 'My movements are so sluggish... damned time kidnapper stealing away my strength just before giving me a wonderfully monstrous opponent.... I suppose nerfing me was needed.' She thought as the severed tendril whipped its bloodied flail towards her direction. Momentarily she closed her eyes to avoid whatever liquid was being sprayed on her but this had the side effect of preventing her to miss the light show in the beasts eye.
Wild eyes fluttered open, lashes flicking clumps of bright liquid from her eyelids. She momentarily look down at at her now filthy outfit with disgust before her burning eyes noticed feet just out of her focus in front of her. She quickly bore her flaming eyes directly towards the new challenger who seemed to spawn out of thin air for all she could care. A chimeric abomination was now in front of her, a mismatched man who seemed to have crawl out of some childs nightmare. She quickly pulled her loose crossbow from her belt and aimed it directly at the beast, pulling the trigger twice she fired some of her low reserves of bolts hopefully into the creatures hide. Jumping backwards she strained her brain as she began to multitask her control, her body began to float into the air as her iron boots pulled upwards towards her core. She kept the repeater crossbow pointed at the chimera as floated higher. A pained grunt fled from her lips as she began drawing her sand sand towards her being again, yanking at the plant mounds tendrils with as much strength as she could muster. An odd silence lingered around the bandit, she was confident she could have handled the stationary target on her own but if this thing had minions she would have to take the fight more seriously. 'Should have dragged that brat with me, could have served as a distraction for knife fingers there.' She thought with anger as she pulled the trigger once more to prevent any moment towards her... she had no clue how high the chimera could leap after all. "Well Plantera?! Let go or I'm tearing those pretty limbs off!" She yelled as she momentarily eyed the mounds tendrils for any sign of give. Telltale headache from over exertion started radiating through her skull, nose tingling as a nose bleed threatened to break out. 'Keep it together Gwyn, this little control should be childsplay for you!' She thought as crimson eyes burned with newfound anger, boring into the thumbtack lookin mother ******** bellow her.
[[ooc: sorry for double quote, had to fix somthing]]
[[-10 chakra for holding the sands shape while pulling]]
Chakra Pool:: [50 //100]
Stamina Pool:: [150 //150]
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
Takirai's Theme NieR: Automata - Simone
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Posted: Fri Jan 19, 2018 9:31 am
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Royal Taorito Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Jan 23, 2018 9:17 am
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_______________The Narrator Whispers... ||
Much to Takira's pleasure, four of the remaining tendrils ripped free of the main body, the same black and yellow liquid spraying from each of them in turn and they flailed and writhed through the air. Just as she did, Chloe would see several bars on the computer screen spike upward, as if from a surge of energy. But the lever was already pulled. With a mighty heave, it swung downward.
For a moment, a whirring filled the air as if something were powering down, and, briefly, the lights flickered. However, they stabilized and the whirring resumed, although quietly, barely noticeable. The strange, plant-graveyard seemed to slouch, its writhing, broken limbs falling uselessly to the ground. Whatever liquid previously poured from them slowed to a trickle before stopping altogether. Above all, a light shown from any glass panes that led to the outside world as a barrier of some sort rippled over the surface of the facility. It was gone just as fast as it came, fading away into nothing.
During the brief distraction, it may have gone unnoticed all five of the creature's remaining eye-like bulbs lit up with a vibrant violet light, followed by an equal number of plorps as more bodies emerged from the original. The first, when gazed upon was much smaller than the hamster-faced figure that had appeared a moment before, standing maybe half as tall. Its body looked to be that of an owl, with a long, snake-like tail. A full set of wings occupied where arms may have been, and given their condition it wasn't likely to be able to fly. The second resembled a frog and whatever else was unidentifiable, with a small head. Maybe it was mixed with some sort of insect? It squatted as if a frog as well. The third was mostly human in appearance, but long dead with white eyes and scaly skin. A pair of gills decorated its neck, but it didn't seem to need them. Fourth was a nautilus that bore lizard-like legs, and whose shell seemed to be made of mechanical parts. The final seemed to have the wings of a bee, as well as the eyes, antennae, and coloration, but the head and shape of the body suggested a gecko. It had no legs and instead hovered. All turned their eyes to the potential threat before them, though none moved immediately, giving Takira the time to pull back if she so wished.
In the meanwhile, Hanako, who had managed to become separated from her companion, after some time would hear the same whirring noise as the others, as though something were powering down, and see the lights flicker before a brilliant light radiated across a nearby window--likely revealing to her for the first time the world beyond. Wherever this facility was, it was underwater, making the chances of getting out quickly much less likely. Voices from somewhere ahead might draw her attention and lead her in the direction of the others.
However, just as she may have turned toward them, a slithering sound crept up from behind her. Should she turn, she would come face to face with a thick, vine-like tendril of some sort. It seemed to notice her in the same moment and lashed out toward her as if to grab a hold of her.
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Posted: Tue Jan 23, 2018 8:16 pm
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Takira Gwyndolin Hekireki ll Strategist ll Doton :: Raiton ll Former Bandit :: Current E-Rank ll Jiton :: Ferromagnetic
❀ Takira buried her nose into her sleeve as the strain on her mind reached max load, blood soaking into the fabric as it ran from her nose. And in almost an instant the pressure lifted from her skull, a cloud of iron sand shooting directly towards her still flying person as a grotesque tearing sound. Opening her fist and extending her palm outwards the oncoming iron halted in its place. She watched from behind the haze of iron as the abominations remaining tendrils flailed in what seemed to be pain, its blood like liquid pouring out of it as its body started to slump over. With the last of its apparent energy its bizarre eyes glowed violet before it seemed to give birth to five more of the chimera like creatures. "Is that all you had for me Plantera?! I break yer arms and you go and die on me? Are these creatures supposed to be your last defense? Or are they some sort of tribute to the superior being that is Takira Gwyndolin Hekireki!?" She roared in anger, her heart threatening to pound out of her heart. Sure she should be glad that she managed to obliterate such a monstrous creature so easily, but she had hoped it would put up some sort of fight... not present her such pathetic looking creatures.
Closing all put her pointer finger she swirled it in place drawing the iron around her body like a cocoon. Freeing her face from her sleeve she let out a deep primal roar from her gut before turning her burning gaze onto her new toys. Blood continued to trickle down her face her burning glare seemed to ignite with further anger as the creatures just stared at her, even scissor hands had stopped doing whatever it was doing. "Do you abominations know who to speak? Do you even understand my words?! If you do... surrender your entire being to me and I wont turn you into a pile of broken limbs like yer mother over there. if you choose to disobey me I will not be merciful... heh... maybe you'll at least give me a challenge." She stated pointing her katana down at the center most chimera. Lifting her free hand besides her like she was telling someone to halt the iron around her being began to churn. Her cloak flapped behind her as the iron spread out behind her like a vast net. Each grain of iron balanced careful just waiting to be pulled forward. 'Should they choose to attack it will be no small problem to rain iron on their entire existence. Pathetic.' She thought as she waited for the chimera groups next move. Obedience or Defiance she was bound to have some fun.
Chakra Pool:: [050 //100]
Stamina Pool:: [150 //150]
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 NieR: Automata - Simone
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Posted: Wed Jan 24, 2018 9:29 pm
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❃ ❝𝖜 𝖎 𝖙 𝖍 ▸Herself ❞
❃ ❝𝖜 𝖍 𝖊 𝖗 𝖊 ▸ ??? ❞
❃ ❝ 𝖙 𝖍 𝖔 𝖚 𝖌 𝖍 𝖙𝖘▸ I've had enough.❞
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...A sound..
As she stood there for a moment when a whirring could be heard. That was odd. She didn't notice much in the ways of working mechanics on this land...Her eyes were drawn to a nearby opening of a window. It took a moment for her eyes to realize that the refracting light before her was from water.
...Water?!...
She was underwater. This was a slight hit to her. Without her jutsu, it would make it that much harder to leave this place.. She had to think of something...
....A sound......
Hanako whipped around to come face to face with a tendril of some plant before her. It lashed toward her just as she whipped her bladed fan out, dancing in slashing motions towards the vine. As she did this, her other hand was grabbing a scroll from her bag. There had to be something that can help her. Her eyes scanned the first jutsu that was on there, careful to memorize each word [1].
She kept her focus between the vine and the scroll as she maneuvered herself defensively. She ran backwards, out of sight for the moment as her free hand practiced the seals [2].
Making the seals as she kept herself away, she began to draw chakra from the mouth, into her chest and immediately exhaled. She felt the heat, but no fire [3]. She cursed slightly as she tried again [4] this time a small flame, before it dissipated. Alright. She got the hand of it.
With her beloved fan in one hand, and her other at the ready she stepped back out to look for the vine, spotting it.
Finding it, she charged her hand making the seals as she inhaled, bringing the chakra into her chest, her free hand to her mouth, and immediately releasing it with a fury at the vine[5]. Katon: Gōkakyū no Jutsu
✤`•.•●•✦• ••.•´✤
❃ℌ𝔞𝔫𝔞𝔨𝔬 ℌ𝔦𝔡𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 ℜ𝔞𝔦𝔤𝔶𝔬
𝕱𝖚𝖚𝖙𝖔𝖓 ❃ 𝕶𝖆𝖙𝖔𝖓
❃ ❝𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖐𝖗𝖆▸105/125❞
❃ ❝𝕾𝖙𝖆𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖆▸125/125❞
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❝𝖔𝖔𝖈 ▸] ---❞
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Posted: Wed Jan 31, 2018 9:32 pm
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_______________The Narrator Whispers... ||
_______________The Madness of Blood and Shadows Whisper... ||
tab The hamster-like creature was the first to move, though likely in a way neither of you expected. Forming the final handseal it throws its arms wide and screeches like its face-sake as crystals erupt from its flesh to form armor-shapes geodes upon its body. As it does so, the owl-like creature raises its wings and flaps once with another screech, but this time red and brown flakes fall from its body like ash, filling the air with a choking, seething mist that spreads out to encompass the air between the two parties. This mist pools on the ground, roiling and twitching as the owl bends its knees and squats with talons laced in the handsign of the ram. For all their appearances the group seems to work together as the insect-frog thing's neck bulges as it finishes its own string, the pouch turning fetid green and and yellow until it leans forward and begins to spring a full leak, water spilling from it in waves that somehow avoid the strange mist from the others. The fish-like creature drops down to its hands and feet, snuffling at the water before hurriedly beginning to lap at it much like a dog parched for days.
tab It was the final two were perhaps of most import as they dropp back to flank the fallen plant mound, each with their appendages in a defensive formation reminiscent of Taijutsu of old. Which is difficult to say, given the god-awful number that existed during that time, but whatever it is it's trained, and both look ready in case of movement. Five to two, five unknown creatures and their unknown capability, with sewage-like water flooding on one side and a brown-red mist floating above it and around them. Defense may well be their game, yet soon someone would crack.
_______________The Glory of Life Sings... ||
tab The scent of charred wood singes your nostrils as you inhale the smoke from the tendril as it withers to ash, and yet this may well not be the best time to celebrate. Nearby more vines slither across the ground and ceiling, coming from a myriad of holes, nooks, and crannies that seem to be placed ironically close enough to allow them quick access. Still they came, and yet they dodge the lights that come from above, only for one to snake off with a sudden lunge and, a short scream later, bringing back some sort of white rodent with a long tail, a snout, and twelve legs. It fights and bites and dies as the tendril's tip opens to expose a gaping maw that swallows it hole.
tab And now those are pointed at you, six of them in fact. What will our heroine do?
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Posted: Thu Feb 01, 2018 3:03 am
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Takira Gwyndolin Hekireki ll Strategist ll Doton :: Raiton ll Former Bandit :: Current E-Rank ll Jiton :: Ferromagnetic
❀ Takira looked to her side for a quick second as a surprised guest made herself known. She sighed inwardly, now she had to protect a potential underling from danger since she couldn't quiet read the room. "Welcome to the dinner party kiddo, pull up a seat. Lockers? Your homework can wait until later, I'm trying to have a polite negotiation." She said as her burning eyes returned to the chimeras just as the Ginyu Force sprung into action. Too many things happened all at once, but the main thing that stood out to Takira was that fact that two of the Ginyu's took guard over the presumed dead plant monster. "Well looks like these welps need even more proof as to who the boss is. This old lady will teach them some manners." She growled as her body began rising back into the air. Looking down at Chloe as the muck started to wash over the floor she attempted to lift the girl up as well, but the kid seemed to lack the iron Takira carried on her person at all time. Sheathing her sword she hooked her finders around Chloes collar from behind, pulling her up into the air with her. 'Two many unknowns as it stands, Chole being here isn't going to help either. best back off to a choke point.' She thought as her raised hand fell downward as each particle of sand around her started raining down from towards the abominations as she promised them in her speech.
Using the cover of her sand she tossed Chloe back from where she came before releasing her field and falling back to the ground besides her. Looking around quickly she finally noticed the door that wasn't so much hidden as not in direct sight for her. A room full of those electric toys, computers? She would seldom encounter during a meeting with various mayors, they were all the rage but she never saw the appeal. As well as a row of lockers just as the kid had mentioned. With a annoyed grunt she raised her hand towards them, quickly whipping her hand to the left as she pulled at the metal doors. The centers of the doors warping outwards from the first pull. "Tsk, pesky metal mix." She grumbled under her breath before whipping her hand one last time with gusto. the metal doors all flew outwards smashing into any electronics that may have been in front of them. "There have fun kiddo, I got some students to punish." She said as she walked out of the doorway back towards the dome. Katana drew she prepared herself, she had no idea what could have happened while she took her eyes off of them.
[[ooc: sorry if this makes like no sense, im a little out of it atm]]
Chakra Pool:: [050 //100]
Stamina Pool:: [150 //150]
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 NieR: Automata - Simone
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Posted: Mon Feb 12, 2018 1:56 am
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Posted: Tue Feb 13, 2018 3:46 pm
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_______________The Narrator Whispers... ||
_______________The Madness of Blood and Shadows Whisper to Takira's Ears... ||
tab Much had happened in the time it took little ol' Takira to return to the field of battle, though perhaps not in the way you expected. When last you were here iron had rained down from the sky to spike your enemies like so many arrows from your archery, but your back was turned during the effect's deadly impact. And while your back was turned you clearly expected some sort of miracle effect. What you might not have expected to happen was turning around and finding the room you had been in before a haze of brown and red flakes drifting through the air, and the dog-like creature the size of a small blimp in girth. Water no longer poured from the frog creature, but now it is covered in some sort of green slime that looks to be made from congealed piss. All eyes are on you as you return, and there is no sign of the iron you had used earlier. In fact, around you you feel less iron than there was before, and rust covers much of the steel you see around you.
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_______________The Glory of Life Sings to Chloe's Grace... ||
tab You see before you a treasure in the shape of a black sack etched with familiar runes. The bag is large, and fills nearly the entire top portion of the locker, and when pulled free is deceptively heavy compared to its size. Still, it seems to grow lighter in your grip as you hold it, and a moment later it weighs little more than what is comfortable for you to carry. Below it you see a crossbow, large and made of steel, with a collapsed bow and string apparatus at its head. It was this large device, attached with a tethering ring at its base, that would looked the most handy for the moment.
tab Behind you there comes a click as something moves on the steel even as you move to flee. Several tentacles bar the way, each thicker than your wrist, and all writhing with gaping, saw-toothed maws at their ends. As you rush forward they rise to the occasion, ready to rend your flesh if you attempt to move through the door. Still, there seems to be a gap of about two feet between them and the floor. Perhaps you can roll beneath them?
tab It's difficult to say for certain.
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Posted: Tue Feb 13, 2018 10:49 pm
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Takira Gwyndolin Hekireki ll Strategist ll Doton :: Raiton ll Former Bandit :: Current E-Rank ll Jiton :: Ferromagnetic
❀ Takira flashed the younger girl a crazed smile, "My my little Chloe its like you don't know me at all~ Of course I'm going back in there. I gave them a choice and they chose wrong. Plus I don't plan to run back into the raging fire behind that door back there." She said with a snort before her crimson eyes returned to the battlefield. Her iron rain had almost effect on the chimeras, hell it looked like it didn't do jack s**t. With an annoyed tsk she lifted her hand to draw back her iron, only to find nothing was reacting to her pull. While she was busy getting the kid out of danger she made a rookie mistake of letting her eyes leave the battle field. 'I can barely feel the iron of the dome either... Never encounter this before how annoying. This orange substance all over might be part of it, but what if its this jello... Ugh unknowns. I miss my intel scouts. If my sand cant be trusted its down to you and me old trusty.' She thought as reached up and unclipped her cloak from her shoulders, letting the red fabric pile behind her as she stepped into the air in front of her. Her shoes being drawn up into her core only for her next step to fail to stabilize. Both shoes splashed into the vile liquid substance from the frog boy. "Hmph. I don't know what ya'll did but I'm making you lick my boots clean after I kick yer teeth in." She taunted as both hands wrapped around her katana's hilt. If one of these beasities could counter her broken powers she was going to need all her force behind her blade. Her right foot dragged forward as she lifted the blade out in front of her, exhaling slowly as took note of each chimeras position. 'Five on one, I've handled worse, but those weren't usually people who could cast what was it called? Ninjutsu? My skills with weapons seem to be sorely lacking thanks to being a snot nosed brat again, at least if my crossbow aim is anything to go off of..' She thought as she tested the waters, taking a single step forward towards the frog. Ready to slash at it in a moments notice.
Chakra Pool:: [050 //100]
Stamina Pool:: [150 //150]
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 NieR: Automata - Simone
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