Description: Have you ever wondered what life was like in Japan during the postwar period? If you have, then you might want to head to Asakusa's Underground Shopping Center, easily reached from EKIMISE, a shopping center and the Tobu Asakusa Line's Asakusa Station.
This shopping center is not very well known even to the Japanese, despite having been open since 1955, but there are many great and cheap Japanese restaurants, bars, and shops catering to the busy working person here. Not only that, but the majority of them have been in business since the shopping center first opened. If you want to see a retro slice of life in Tokyo, then this is the place to go.
Posted: Mon Mar 04, 2019 5:16 pm
FIFTY WORDS FOR MURDER xxxxxxxxxAND I'M EVERY ONE OF THEM
It was a wild night in the underground, far below the customers and shoppers above on the surface area. The stenches of sweat, smoke, booze, and blood choked the air around them all during famed fight night; where men of all shapes and sizes gathered for a chance to prove themselves in a caged arena under the scrutinizing eye compiled by thousands of ravenous onlookers impatient for blood to flow. Fists smack, and speedo clad bodies slam against pavement; sweaty and glistening fighters knocked out cold and on rare occasions even sent packing directly to the afterlife. An express one way ticket on Charon's boat.
Sanguine stained stillettos click, clack, click rhythmically as panther on the prowl makes her typical rounds about the ring with coy comrade. Fishnet stockings sheathe mile long columns of artistically inked alabaster, a small gap found between the percorated leggings and tight leather micro skirt. Considerable bust stuffed inside a leather tube top cutting off at exposed belly, jacket cropped in similar fashion ties the outfit together; completing the absolute vision Jax composed for the night.
Khol lined irides peruse the fighters occasionally, she paid little mind to goings on. There was little excitement to be had when she knew the competition was rigged; and more specifically, in which direction odds were to be swayed for each match up. Whether it was narcotics in a fighter's water bottle, gloves bearing solid additional weight, or anything in between; each specific handicap was brought to the dastardly duo's attention at the beginning of the event in order to ensure their clan received maximum potential earnings for the night.
The night rages on, liquor flows, and everything is peachy keen.
"Oh biiitch this is my favorite song! Hang on, ya know we gotta ******** it up real quick. Watch me bust it for you ~"
Palms are placed upon knees folded slightly whilst curvature bends at flaring waist; lower back arched in an impressive show of natural flexibility to accentuate asset's curve as it wobbles and shifts to steady beat. Leather is stretched and tested at it's maximum capacity as Jax starts rhythmic gyrations against the Yin to her Yang, giggling as counterpart quickly begins to follow suit.
Just as the song comes to it's end, energetic roaring crowd and tolling bell signifies that a fighter has fallen as well... predictably, the one they had bet against several times over. They'd go around once more to collect what is owed, crossing off names as earnings are reaped into the millions. Little did they know the s**t storm fate plans to send crashing upon pretty little heads.
Axon mocked the idea of this. Why would they really want to go to Carnavale. It's like, pointless! He at least was glad some of the others had some common sense to want to do other things. Unfortunately, it was the mall. COME ON! They finally get a break from being in isolation and this was what they wanted to do? Why were they acting like such..humans. Still, the gods never betrayed him before, so he was just going use their guidance to get through all of this. There was one thing that Axon missed though. The fighting, the feeling of blood trickling from the body. The feeling of watching one's fangs thrush deep into your opponents skin, but yet they got up!! It been centuries since he had areal challenge. He would come up for air more, but considering his warehouse event, the authorities were probably around looking for him still.
What exactly were they? He kept using mortals but was that the correct term? They looked human. They had senses of a human. What was it that was making them different from the everyday person? What was he even?! Isn't he the same as them? Or was he something entirely different.
"Hey bartender. Why don't you just go ahead and give me a bottle to myself and I make sure not to make you a victim"
Those were the last words he said. A fang being launched slicing across his chest, Axon would look at the stunned bartender who was barely standing. "As I was saying?" He questioned. The man wouldn't reach, but would point towards the bar. Taking it as an offer, he would pick out the cheepest vodka he could find and would start to pour him a glass. Why all of that for some cheap s**t? To send a message! All that damage. All that smoke. The bartender would have to think, 'Damn, I'm bleeding and injured all over a 10 dollar worth of vodka. My life aint s**t. '
Ah....how much had she drank earlier? Three big margaritas? She was sure it was three anyways, she felt much more calm in the crowded area as people around her danced about to the music playing, soon enough she too found herself enjoying the rhythm. Normally the shy woman wouldn't wear something so...revealing, but she had designed it herself and she rather loved the look. All white adorned her form, the top wrapped around the neck like a collar and covered her upper body down to her midriff which was completely exposed and so was her back besides a simple latch that hooked together. The entire front was a soft faux white fur that clung to every fiber, the shorts were the same fashion but had hooked garters that came down over white fishnet lining her thighs. The garters finally latched down onto white stockings that had fur that covered the ankles and for shoes she had simply worn some white ATs, to complete the ensemble she had worn bunny ears on top of her head and curled her black hair into loose ringlets that trailed down her back and shoulders. Light makeup to outline her large eyes and light coral colored lipstick to give her as natural a look as she could muster, this outfit alone had gotten her a nice large amount of necklaces that now hung over her neck and lowered down to her midriff. Despite being dressed scantily she was comfortable and happy as she swung around with a burly male holding her close to him as they pranced around. A smile was clear on the pale girl's face as she twisted and turned allowing the other to lead her ti'll she was passed off to the next person...male or female she didn't care, she was having far too much fun!
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Posted: Mon Mar 04, 2019 7:22 pm
Color her thoroughly unimpressed but despite her countenance, her focus meanders between conversations and booming oration over the loudspeaker. Words gnaw through wine-colored maw and into the air with intractable life; sheer savagery of sound. The roar of the crowd was a tangible thing, it rattled the air like a chainsaw.
Her dilated pupils ducked for cover behind her smokey-eyelids as she groaned, growling when blows spurred sanguine splatter across matter like a Jackson Pollock piece. Of course, it was all rigid, but there's something about the brutality that leaves her in an appraisal of morbid wonder.
She's saltwater in a hematic gash, necessary suffering in the crevice of a gory show. Tailored lambskin leather pants a second skin clinging desperately to curvity poised, her shirt threadbare and aesthetically knotted into a midriff-baring halter top. Some logo plastered to the red front, inscribed in white and black. Long locks up-swept into twin buns, golden gilt matted to the part and cresting the winged eyeliner weighting eyne akin to a remnant of cosmic, celestial apathy. One of two women there not hauled around as a trophy perched on a man's arm, and yet, the few males around them joined in congratulatory celebration; Ono lifts the wide-mouthed sakazuki, clinking it against a gentleman's adjacent to her. Money all around.
She sips, pressing the brim to puckered lips when bedecked physique begins to grind. Ono hastily swallows the remainder, the clenching inferno leaving her to gasp. Choking, coughing, breasts heaving. "Jax... Baby...." Was she deliberately trying to kill her? No, but still!
Subsequently, the sensation of mirth heats fair mien, a half-laugh, and confused amusement etched visible. Freed palm firmly smacks gyrating backside, squarely jolting the leather as roughly as possible. "This is song is so last month but your a**~ Mmph~" Murmurs caress an earlobe nipped gingerly upon the petite woman's rise. Fondly Ono wraps an arm around her, childishly wetting her friend's strawberry tinted visage with a kiss-turned-raspberry blown.
"Heh. We made so much money. I feel like we should get something, besides this Kokuryu sake... Come on, we gotta go collect!" Although momentum lends to their departure, she offers back the small cup to the friendly group. "Thank you, Hideo-san! You are the bestest of the best, you lucky ********' b*****d! I'll tell Daddy you send your regards! Mwah!" 💋
Granted her virginity had been sold to the old buzzard, he had been nothing but an absolute gentleman and spoiled her rotten when the occasion allowed.
Posted: Mon Mar 04, 2019 9:51 pm
Piteous. Unsavory. Wretched.
All of this was...pointless. The groupings of the sows and the pigs for the slaughter tenderly peppered with the finest seasoning of..yes, Kings. It was normal to mix the best with the worst in hopes that the quality would go up, but for such uncultured swine to gather in the streets to waste their lives doing nothing but milking the scraps of those that rose high above. Yes. Disgusting imps. Little goblins picking at the s**t of the strong. Worthless.
Crimson heels clicked along the pavement as she had been forced to navigate through the riff raff, a disgusted sneer curled scarlet lips into an unpleasant look as she weaved through the mass of flesh that was worth no more then the scraps they grazed upon. As if this place was worth the time for such things, unsightly. Mismatched eyes leered around as she sought the mop of hair styled in an oaf like way to blend in with the modern day teenagers, no one was easily fooled...even to the eyes of these uneducated mice they could tell this man did not belong.
Sidling up close as ruby decorated nails stretched forward and caught the pink flesh of a male in their tips, "Oui. You." a soft hiss of a whisper like venom, "You have something I desire.' poisonous words slithered as she leaned close. Something black coiled around the male's arm, the soft flush of flesh pressed against hard muscle as the smell of blood tinged her nose, 'If you are quite done playing with the swines that is..." she whispered coolly, leaning away as the black coils curled back with her leaving something wet against the others skin, "Temple keeper." the tall woman stood back with a leering scowl upon fine feminine features.
Without any warning whatsoever, from entirely left field, a single compressed wave of strife and rage came into the screen of this one man trying to have a bar. Rhyme and reason left degraded thoughts -- chiseled and chained to whatever sworn antiquity he had for the evening. Pissed wasn't even an understatement. Jarring motions of exact reverie stiff and grand in its execution. Not caring who it hit or how it hit them, just enough. To bare his fangs meant more than just an outright proposal of standard spar, it was war. Against him. Against whatever he stood for. Against his entire nation. If he could video tape himself ******** his favorite b***h, Gashi would do it and send it to the man in fine 1080P, 60 frames per second. And why? How did we even get here in the first place? Rewinding time to several minutes earlier when there wasn't anything but a snack, some bitches, a few drinks, some beads, and his phone.
Taking it out to check a few things, half assed was his attention to the hoes around him and one of his closest compatriots. They were all talking about hotels and s**t; getting one or something. Molly poppin', drinking, blah blah blah. Yeah he was down, but first he had to find something worth his time to do. These bitches were grade B at least -- p***y game might be worth three or four strokes before he was ready to go. Something better had to come along and soon. "Gimme' a sec." It was completely by accident. Swapping through several apps too fast, he found himself on his READ one. Stopping momentarily to try and swipe it off the screen, an eye lit with confusion at what he saw.". . What the ********. . " That couldn't be right. Scanning the crowd over, Gashi rose from his seat in avid confusion. From left to right he scanned, one person after the other. There was no way someone could have that kind of READ? Not unless it was one of those Kings he heard of.
Playback. Scene, starto. With a flaring, hardened, run, Gashi took off from his booth. "PACO WE'RE ABOUT TO ******** THIS b***h UP!" No further explanation needed. The very establishment in which he stood was up and, probably, would be tore down. Consistent was the air ripping run as tension grew, body up, leg up, right then and there was what he called to arms. Whoever the ******** this guy was, was going to pay. As if in sync with the start of the post, the end remained the same.
FIFTY WORDS FOR MURDER xxxxxxxxxAND I'M EVERY ONE OF THEM
"Ono... Baby..." Called in cooing cacophony, teasing mimicry is punctuated by inebriated giggle. Here comes the boom, an audible and fleshy THWACK! that could be heard louder than most punches thrown in main spectacle. Sultry strike sends a rolling wave rebounding underneath leathery second skin that undulates in tandem, her resounding moan thick, dripping, and delectable. Dauntless and clear as spine arcs even further in surprised response. Pain was a far greater pleasure than most could comprehend... she was blessed enough to be one of few.
Sylph limbs wrap around bare waist, mid sections touching as langorous liplock commences. Devious surprise lurking just beyond pearlescent gates, trojan horse soon encroaches upon foreign lands. The moment border is breached Jax flicks her new body jewelry lightly against counterparts teeth, purring into slick maw as the sphere on salivating vessel begins to rapidly vibrate within.
"For tonigh-" Began with rapidly undulating brows, the sentence is never finished. Ono's body language sings unanimous approval, though wet raspberry at point blank range takes Jax by surprise. Effervescent mirth freely flows from cauldren set to boil over in beatific laughter.
Profits were indeed a swelling sea, one who's shoreline only rose exponentially with each passing fight.
"We could buy... have you ever been on a yacht? I haven't. Maybe we can find a few different ways... or rather, positions to rock the boat in?"
Silken syllabic patois coyly slides past maroon painted tulips, and both of their hips sway in perfect metronomic tandem; hypnotizing almost as the couple stride in sync to collect money... occasionally seizing reluctant collateral when monetary funds from a loser were insufficient. Golden chains, watches, car keys... Jax was eveb currently wearing some poor b*****d's Ray bans, albeit flipped up onto her forehead as it was far too dark for them to be needed.
It goes off without a hitch, until it is time to collect the very last payment. He was a giant of a man with a face almost entirely covered in tattoos, easily dwarfing most of the fighters that had partaken in combat. Though not nearly as defined, It wasn't hard to tell that pudgy exterior hid a basis of solid muscle buried beneath. Accepting the stack of notes he offers before hastily striding away, Jax instinctively thumbs through the strap of bills. Finely manicured brows furrow, before she checks owed amount upon list and inspects payment once more. Realization strikes like brutal lightning, cognitive wheels revving to near redline as gaze shoots up and she instinctively shouts.
"Hey! Ay b***h, get back here! What the f-" How does one so damn big blend into a crowd with such ease?
"Hey, we gotta find that fat slob! He shorted us like a whole ten racks! I'm 'bout to ROAST up some pig for dinner tonight after I fillet that oinkin' a** up. You want bacon? or pork chops??"
Shocked at the audacity, Jax always had to admire the exceedingly suicidal disposition a sorry sack of s**t must have to even attempt to play around with her family's finances. Taking firm grasp of Ono's hand, the taller girl is allowed to lead their hunt. Even while in heels the diminutive demoness couldn't see past chest height in such crowded confines anyways; but Ono's hawk like scrutiny made an excellent set of replacement eyes.
Sure enough it only takes her other half little more than two minutes before Jax hears the exclamation and sees their target nearby. Fierce and fearless, speed walking gait carries her until she's face to face with the man; nearly chest to chest and shouting up into his downturned face; latin features clearly amused by tiny firecracker popping off.
"Hey, do I look like I was born yesterday? Better put that cash money in my hand right now or we're gonna have a god damn issue. Do you wanna have a ********' issue? Because i'll drop your severed head off on granny's doorstep in a ********' picnic basket, fat boy. DON'T play with me! Ask anyone here, I *clap* am *clap* not *clap* the *clap* one!"
Each word spat with enough caustic toxicity to melt steel, curious faces gathered around the spectacle; several of them familiar. Some of them adored Jax; some hated her. But they all shared one common stance for the pint sized loose cannon, and that was respect.
Tattooed mug contorts in unbelievable laughter however, brought to near tears. Almost doubling over, he reaches out a hand; grabbing Jax's shoulder as if to support himself. "Damn, ayyyy chill out Chica! I know what you need. Why don't you and your little friend come hang out with us? We'll show you some real money, and give you some good d-" The gasp from nearly everybody watching was audible as physical contact is made, and he doesn't even get to finish before Jax shoves stubby digits away from her body, absolutely appalled nose curling as she staves off the urge to vomit. She even shoves against his chest for good measure, pushing the gangster back a good two feet despite being about a third of his size.
"Touch me again, and you're losin' a ********' body part. I just haven't decided which yet."
Fists clenched almost as hard as grinding teeth that fatal threats are hissed through, she sees the strike coming. A heavy handed, open palmed smack. It was loud, pointless, and mostly meant to demean her. Making no attempt to dodge the blow that splits lower lip open, stars painted across vision are accompanied by tingling sensation as adrenaline rushes. Defiant stance struck... And she laughs. It could have been called a giggle even; drunk on excitement and rushing endorphins that the oh so sweet sting brought.
Lips purse, lower one now swollen before she spits a glob of intermixed saliva, mucous, and blood directly into the gang banger's eyes. Roaring angrily, gorilla like fist soars blindly through open air in a testament to oaf resemblant rage.
Jax jumps directly over the strike, body evening out into a completely horizontal position with knees tucked to chest at the leap's zenith. The dodge positions hovering bodice so that soles are aligned directly with blood stained face. Suddenly, legs unfold and strike directly forward akin to spring loaded switch blade. It was a vicious spear kick that planted three inches of stilletto heel directly into each eye socket with near surgical precision; penetrating deep enough that enormous body goes completely stiff before it even touches the ground. Goliath slain by... nah ******** David, this was all Jax.
Even as corpse thuds against concrete she sticks the landing; proudly standing as a paragon atop fallen foe's face. There is a wet and suctioning squelch! as the femme fatale removes bloodsoaked footing from their newest sheathes. Nothing personal, just business; something made apparent as she delves through a dead man's pockets; snorting in disgust at the paltry sum found within before throwing the wallet on his chest.
Oblivious to surroundings, Jax looks up to find the entire venue had sank deep into the bowels of chaos. Fists and weapons flew everywhere. Knives, bats, chains, and lead pipes ricochet off of rib cages and skulls, the injured count rising along with body count; the latter at a much lower rate but still significant.
In the thick of it all is dearest sister, artistically made up features pinched in a rare ferocity that rivaled her own; surpassed it even in some way. Jax metamorphoses into a tiny tornado of annihilation; bloody destruction littering the gouge through the crowd left in she wolf's wake as she closes the distance between them.
Pop! Pop! Skrrrra-ta-ta! That's the sound of the chopper, and their signal to leave. That's all, folks. Guns meant cops were soon to ensue, always. Especially during a festival, when the boys in blue roamed with full force.
Red bottoms tap together, and compartments unfold to reveal a glossy set of new wheels. She'd just had them replaced, but what better time to break them in than the present?
"Ono, let's bounce! It's gettin' wayyyy too hot down here. You feelin' a dash? Last one to the usual spot buys dinner yeah?" The moment confirmation is received, revving wheels send her surging forward. Ducking underneath lead pipe swung directly into path she treads, the metal whistles harmlessly past; though it is hardly the last obstacle. A squadron of thugs stands guard at the most convenient exits, making conventional getaway inaccessible. They were fools to think it'd stop her. Lithe pillars fold and flex, creamy columns sending her rocketing on high towards a wall. Treks alight upon vertical surface before rebounding diagonally upwards, pushing off of a nearby pillar next whilst aiming for aforementioned wall, rinse and repeat. This was done until she was near the ceiling, and more importantly; a window that was situated upon the ground floor. Arms folded in an X to cover chest and face before hurtling towards the pane, Jax smashes through the clear barrier with pitiful amounts of resistance.
Tiny terror scrambles back up to wheeled feet after tuck and roll maneuver, dashing along the street and managing to zig and zag between startled onlookers, floats, and the occasional bike. She does this with extreme efficiency; training in frolicking footwork seemed pointless at the time, but was certainly paying off as she manages to avoid narrow collisions by a hair's breadth with a coordinated series of ducks, dives, and dodges; all without losing an ounce of speed. [1/3 | Parts war initiated: Dash]
-----→ {Spinning Wallride overbank 1800 l F} -------► Using this technique, Storm Riders rapidly propel themselves up a wall using a series of push-offs and spins to keep up momentum. This gives riders the ability to overcome walls thought impossible with a straightforward jump, and may even save them from falling.
-----→{Super Stride IV Sonic Boom l F} -------► This basic ground technique is used for evasion in a run as well as a manner of striking enemies on either side of the user with ease. The trick is usually practiced by criss crossing bottles or cans, performing rudiment 'Karaoke' styled feet transitions with the skates at top speed. The result is the ability to zig zag in short bursts to the left and right, able to veer with at least a seven foot distance between each strides beginning and end point. This allows the user to evade incoming projectiles of small size or maneuver to melee attack enemies in rapid succession. Ducking, spinning, and crouching are common variations of movements for this trick. This is a valuable asset to the rider's vocabulary, no doubt.
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Posted: Tue Mar 05, 2019 10:25 am
She'd linger fondly at this precise moment, indulging in the delicious flavor, daring to taste but not to devour, to have but not to hold. Tension seeped from coiled stature in a rush, harmonious chord absolving her of sin; a fallen angel inviting her to nirvana with a blessed kiss. Well-built limbs embrace tantalizing flexure, a carefree fall into a boundless ocean deep with perversion. Winters breath would spring from chasm depths, alloy teasingly mocking her; Ono yields a reluctant sigh. Tonight, but not then and there; patience was a virtue, and it never belonged to her.
"Yeah, right~"
A yacht? In actuality, it's brilliant! Balmy days lounging in bikinis (Obviously Giselle in a mankini!), sipping martinis, basking in the dazzling sun? They could be cool for the summer~ Profound contemplation lackadaisically metamorphosing features,
and slowly
she beams.
"Yup. Now I want one." Gotta possess it now. Favorable odds and ends of high-value items are massed, collectively adorning limbs and crowns, sheathed in convenient pockets, and tossed into a modest black bag presently perched on Ono's shapely shoulders.
"Tch." Of course. OF COURSE!"Bacon."Duh!
Respectable business is usually too good to be true here, to Ono this was just another typical day in the office. An odd prickle raked her backbone, raising the hairs on the back of her neck until her silvery leer rose to confront the mug of hideous proportions; not that plump, fleshy mounds wasn't beloved, but he didn't bathe at all? Within the week? At least. A slight smile curled marble lips, utterly void of warmth when grubby paw grasps a friendly shoulder. Eyne swerve from Jax, to the big boss, to his goon; an obvious wing-man pinned by patchwork logos upon his leather jacket. Bingo! He doesn't perceive her, all regard promptly bore unto Jax and bloodshed surely to ensue.
French manicured nails dig into pallor, fingers curling around a steel chair's legs, slowly balling into a clenched, white-knuckled fist.
SSSSHINK!
THWACK!
Booming metal aches in her handclasp, the composition of it dented by the goon's dome prior to clattering to the floor. He, too, drops groundward, though life still filtered from his torso as it rose and plunged like a slumbering bear.
Percussion took hold from the cacophony; it was the only noise, the pulse of the underground. Here in the chaos of blaring sirens, flashing strobes, and tinted red ambiance she was a King. Ruddy knuckles sculpted a path, snatching whatever debris up and doling out punishment as if it were the days of the old testament. The bedlam was pure and absolute, a place where worlds unseen could mingle. There was but one beacon in all this chaos, a singular point of which just like one had said, her universe momentarily revolved. She was close, baring teeth and claws threateningly; a wolf embodied.
She looked up and saw a goon standing at the ready with his weapon locked, thinking himself ready for whatever was coming. The strobe flashed, and outside the doors, there was one final CLANK. Bursts echoed.
"WE ORDER YOU TO ST...TO STAND DOWN!"
Ono hastily moves, right arm skimming the underside of the pointed opposite, ushering it skyward where it fires.
"Hggrrhhgll..."
He sputters, his shrewd eyes bulging as he looks down at the switchblade that she's thrusted into his potbelly without so much as a waver of warning. The other starts shooting at her with a panicked cry, but she's moving, and is fast, her switchblade in hand. She doesn't tolerate them one at a time, but all at once. And there's plenty of her to go around.
Outstretched and a palm open, windswept barrier formulates instantaneously as she halts within reach of Jax. "It's gettin' cramped. Let's do it. Hope ya got money on ya!" With a satisfied nod, she directs Jax forward, and it secures them precious seconds before she dashes, Air Treks hurriedly whirling, gripping the cement gingerly. Every slicing step generates momentum, flexible bodice cautiously avoiding fists in the ebb and flow. A violent cut digs into her hip in passing, it's too curved to be weaponry; on the contrary, a ******** fang. Thankfully distance left the kick to dwindle to a mere flesh wound, one she could handle.
"YOUR MOTHERS SHOULDA SWALLOWED YA, YA IGNORANT ASSES!" Humorless shouts falling flat from clenched teeth. Nevertheless, curvature wasn't sticking around, not when jail time was on the table. Acceleration further, she slides into the slipstream behind Jax. They abruptly split, veering off in different directions and what followed in angry pursuit would have to do the same.
Ono shot through a lined street, hunching forward to lower wind resistance.
[ Dash - 1/3: Wear: 03% | Stamina: 47/50 ]
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Posted: Tue Mar 05, 2019 11:20 am
Surrounded by broads of various skin tones, colorful garments, and some music for them to shake their a** to was Paco & Gashi. Wrapped around his wrist was several beads, one of which was donned upon the b***h sitting in his lap. Real aggressive, this one. She had a territorial mindset that said "He's mine." to the rest of the harem. Even if it was for one night, she was determined she was going to ******** him the best.
"Look how she's grinding on him, what a slut..."
"This greedy b***h isn't giving anyone else a chance.."
The murmurs of the women made him chuckle. There was enough of him to go around, but they wouldn't even be enough to satiate his appetite. Entirely too busy being pleased by the women surrounding him, he had almost forgotten about his accomplice. Shifting his attention to the man in time to catch wind of ". . What the ********. . " Right hand coming up to grab the neck of the woman saddled atop him, pulling her to his left shoulder to focus on Gashi and what had intrigued him. Reading his body language, he tossed the broad aside literally, wasting no time as he got to his feet. "**** off me b***h..." The woman falling to the floor had cleared the group of women like roaches fleeing raid. Something was off. Suspicion correct as Gashi took off into his run followed by him saying they were about send this b***h up. That was all he needed. Breaking into his run he hyper accelerated his treks, disappearing from view as the temperature and humidity of the air heightened. The crescent wave of energy known as the "Fang" paved the way, and Paco was not far behind it.
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FIFTY WORDS FOR MURDER xxxxxxxxxAND I'M EVERY ONE OF THEM
Somewhere far off in the distance, Jax picks up on the echo of soul bound sister tearing somebody a new proverbial a*****e; possibly a literal one.
poor b*****d.
Flitting fancy finds it ill advised to focus upon the background noise in life right now, not when there were more pressing matters at hand. Seriously!? How'd they find me? They were like roaches! Where there be one, keep your eye out for more. A goon squad of four in this case; each of them dashing along on AT's and brandishing a different weapon. From left to right: lead pipe, steel chain, hatchet, and a barbwire wrapped wooden bat.
Normally she'd be more than content to shove each weapon into some orifice of their respective owner; but potential dinner on the line made stopping simply inexcusable. Not with how ******** fast Ono was. Jax loathed her lack of speed at times like these, particularly when the two to the very left begin to gain ground; eating the distance between opposing parties at a steady rate.
Sharpening my claws....
The she b***h never got tired of what came next; the thought itself practically puts her in heat. She was giddy; ecstatic almost at the thought of painting herself in blood. It was the art of life; coming to an absolutely stunning sanguine climax at it's end. Excited breathing mounts to intentional hyperventilation as slipstreaming wind rips a wild laugh from her throat, nitrogen bubbles multiying in abundance throughout curvity as she prepares to drop the bomb on these ********.
Jumping before grinding across lengthy metallic bench, leaping at steelo end once more to sail towards nearby pole. Whilst in the air, treks rev to maximum acceleration. Reaching palms roughly snag at the pole near it's absolute peak, rapidly shifting forward momentum in a sharp hairpin U turn as wheels decelerate to zero in an instant. Face to face with the approaching storm riders, body maintains it's horizontal swing as left leg snaps out; sending a wide fang arcing towards the first that splits his wig wide open in a glorious spray of blood.
Sadistic light shining brightly behind heliotrope panes, she does not give up her position on the pole as the second rapidly approaches; chain wildly whirling over his head like a helicopter blade. Instead, gracious curves reorient themselves upon steelo bar. Bodice flips upside down as left leg hooks behind the pole, spine along with right leg aligned along it's length and cerulean tresses hanging limply as she begins a langorous slide down it's alloyed length. Tattooed thighs bulge in enormity against straining leather; though miraculously the tiny skirt holds it's ground.
Arm extends with single damning digit pointing like an arrow, before the branch ending in manicured purple talon curls in mocking 'come hither' motion. It was like waving a red flag in front of a bull. He continues to predictably stampede forward; riiight into range. Hands clasp the pole as flexible hips swing themselves in an impressive lashing motion that creates a boom loud enough to cause a ring in most craniums. the resulting thorns from the broken sound barrier manifest in a whip like composition, slamming against her second aggressor with enough force to send him flying back; no doubt fracturing ribs right before he lands into nearby wishing fountain.
→{Bloody Fang l C} -------► The true masterpiece of the Bloody Road starts with the most basic production of the Bloody Fang, taking off in many different directions from there. First and foremost, the user's aggressive run is taken to a level where they hold mastery over the specific "Zero-Max-Zero (0-100-0)" principle. The user will combine both speed and strength to force max acceleration before stunting the 'dash' process required to build such. Following, the user releases the built up braking heat within a powerful kick forward. The inertial energy follows the trend of a single, wide, crescent kick before taking the shape and being shot outwards with the force of an immense shock wave. Being such an immense accumulation of energy, this trick is said to cut the atmosphere upon production. This is a C Class trick.
-----→{Nitro Cushion l F} -------► This technique is the basis at which the Sonia Rider's begin their strenuous journey. Despite its low level, Nitro Cushion instantly becomes a necessity to those riders of the road. Unlike most other roads, the beginner move involves a breathing technique wherein the user forces decompression in the body through hyperventilation. This causes the already naturally saturated nitrogen in the body to become absorbed immediately. Throughout the user's body (especially in the joints) nitrogen bubbles will form. The stress from said reaction causes immense pain, but the result of natural air collecting allows the body an extensive increase in mobility. This affords an unnaturally high amount of flexibility and increase in maneuverability beyond that of normal human capability. This is an F Class trick.
-----→{Thorn l C} -------► After building a general tolerance for the stress required for their most basic run, the user can take advantage of their enhanced physical traits to create the Sonia Road's signature 'thorns'. The user will fully incorporate into their movements the reliance on their center of gravity, doing so by rotating up their bodily axis and forcing a bodily acceleration amidst the rotation. In that 'snap' of motion, the user will rupture the sound barrier, creating a sonic boom. The resulting shock waves appear as compressed masses of energy, varying in size and capability by the rider's build and execution. These pressurized shock waves have the ability to tear into the wind, skewering it to the point it is null. Despite not hitting with the intensity of an externally damaging trick, the thorn offers a significant 'quantity over quality' balance that delivers a great deal of damage internally. This is a C Class technique.
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Posted: Tue Mar 05, 2019 5:48 pm
The feeling of palms resting on her backside and drawing her close wasn't even a problem as she had another drink in hand, nabbed with ease from a nearby bartender who seemed to just let her take it. Swinging her hips in tandem with the other...she didn't care about the gender at this point as she sipped on strawberry happily. Then calls of a race happening had drawn her attention, dark glazed over eyes glanced to where two women were pushing through the area with...more storm riders on their tails! Easily shoving away from whoever was still groping at her she'd turn and cheer excitedly, she'd watch one storm rider get tossed into a fountain and she would find herself being lifted by the waist to ride on someone's...massive shoulder, holy... a** planted happily as her thighs were held by a single hand, one shoulder as her platform as she raised an arm in the air, "Yahoo!! GO GO!" she squealed loudly as she held the massive margarita in her other hand clearly jubilant about the ongoing excitement around her.
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Eager to make the most of her day to enjoy the full Mardi Gras experience the velvet idol currently enjoyed the manufactured euphoria giving her the ultimate adrenaline. Amidst the wild crowd in the shopping distract Sun hid herself away in a pocket of party-goers. Rose-brushed lips embraced the rim of a shot glass that was tossed back. Its throat burning contents, impeccable harmonization with that line she snorted earlier; its ivory dust still plastered above her upper lip.
Hysterical laughter joined the cheers and shouts of the festivities. Her free hand encouragingly ruffled the sandy brown locks of a beach bum whose head was burrowed in between her chest after opening her jacket to deliver a hit of coke from her cleavage. He'd chosen to stay, helping himself to more than just drugs. Flimsy cotton tugged down by greedy incisors as hungry lips caught a rosy point before it could be exposed to the crowd. Hints of wetness joined with flicking caresses and rough tugs to make for a sensational surge of sparks that rolled up her body and twisted her back into an arch. Acrylic nails drug over the deep indentions of robust muscle as her back pressed flat against the warm body of another man around the same Herculean girth as the figure in front of her. From this one however, she could feel an eager yet impressive prodding against the small of her back as she rhythmically swayed to the underlying music.
Ravenous eyes gawked along mascaraed lids towards the bronzed body over her shoulder. That familiar drive of hormonal ambition swelled inside her at the thought of getting a two-for-one today in celebration of this glorious holiday; brimming with excitement to the point of near overflow.
Sun was on Cloud Nine and riding high without any plans on landing.
Unfortunately, a thundering roar veered the plane off course. That gruff, piercing wail of pure rage was enough to diminish her thrill high as it cut through the music and the sweet nothings the Adonis behind her had whispered.
God, did he have to be mad everywhere he went? Sun couldn't wrap her mind around how one man could function purely on stress and male testosterone. And there he went bulldozing his way through a hoard of bodies to chase after who knew what like some stampeding rhinoceros."What the <********> is he doing?"Sun bit through clenched jaws.
She could've ignored it. She could've went on about her day and let the man tear up whatever the ******** he wanted to tear up. Sun could have left this very instant with a pair of bronzed gods at either side of her for the most mind-blowing experience of her young life; but she knew she couldn't.
Gashi would never let her hear the end of it.
Sun knew that if their roles were reversed, as much of a edgy piece of s**t that Gashi was, he would've helped her.
A growl turned into a groan turned into a whimper, as she stomped a wheeled heel to the ground in sexual frustration as she'd pry the two shirtless bodies away from her. A thumb hooked and pulled a loose strap to tuck away a naked breast."GOD-DAMNIT!"She roared to expel just a little bit of that pent up energy."Your phone."She turned towards one of the men he'd just given her a quizzical look."Your phone! Give me your ******** phone!"Sun's patience had been wearing thin, but the foreigner put two and two together as he'd take out his phone in which Sun immediately snatched. Her thumbs moved at the speed of sound, as she mumbled incoherent slurs of disbelief under her breath.
After some uncountable seconds she'd return the phone."Here. Number's inside, so is the hotel I'm staying at. So if you want this then I'll be waiting for you tonight."Sun gingerly hummed. Curious hands reached between them, her roaming palms firmly cupped over both something weighty yet firm, aurous slits shifted between them with a starved twinkle in her dilated eyes."For the both of you."
Between one bat of the eyes and the next she was gone; body ebbing and scattered between the light.
Caught unaware of the situation she'd only see Gashi launching off a wave of inertial energy from a trek. From his roars it didn't appear that he had gone insane, but focused on a single target. Through gilded patterns in her looped visage she spotted Paco on the move, trailing just behind the Fang itself. With a side lean Sun shifted her weight to the left, her body turning with bent knees to speed up. With the path previously cleared for her she'd be at Paco's side in an instant seemingly from nowhere. Velvet strands yielded to the brash wind created by her stride as her coked-out pupils gave a sudden shift towards Paco as if expecting him to do more. With a disapproving click of the tongue towards his speed, Sun lowered herself and pushed forward. Even to the other speed-rider her form became a dull blur before dissipating all together; the ear piercing drum of a sonic boom rumbled in her wake.
A stretched pixelation of her person reformed in front of the Fang, focusing into her normal self as she stayed a foot or two ahead of the wave. She kept her altitude low as the screeching engines in her treks worked overtime to shred the currents of wind at her forefront. Wind resistance eliminated entirely, allowing for a clearer, quicker path for the Fang now. A frictional heat fed itself to that same energy, supplementing its inertial force.
The light bent itself around her again as she'd become a neon streak, veering to the side to let the now empowered Fang continue its forward path unencumbered by the sky's oppression towards whatever unlucky b*****d it was aimed at.
It seems it wasn’t the man’s day was it? He was trying to make a point. There was no reason to be bothered for this bullshit. The sound of clicking heels weren’t the most unusual thing, but when he was approached by some woman, his mind was instantly on guard, his head turned to meet her, but the whispers still got through. She looked nice and definitely was someone that be worth the time. Worth a little extended stay to get a piece, but considering his style of clothing either two options were apparent. Either this was the type of man that she liked, or she knew about the Kawasaki warehouse incident. A sigh escaped his lips. Seemed it was more trouble coming out here as his notoriety was more extreme than he thought. Unfortunately, no regalia was on him so he couldn’t use his IA to just blow this thing up and leave. Pathetic really. Feeling a coil around his arm, he didn’t stop drinking. “You into some real kinky s**t you know that? However, I rather keep my business in private.” He stated out loud. Of course, he knew what she was referring too, but the slight confusion on his face soon faded into a look of annoyance. “Does it look like I ride Rising road to you?” he responded mere seconds after she let go of his arm. The liquid, he didn’t know what it was nor cared. He would turn in his seat, the bartop now pressed against his back as he looked at the woman and her needs. “Axon a better name.. Buzz off lady. I rather not have to…
"YOU ********' FAKE a** FANG b*****d! DIE!”
Huh? He questioned before turning to look and see the fang heading straight for him. Was this really about to go down?! He wish he could just throw a fang back but he rather not risk it. Instead he would play defense for now. It maybe was a good thing that she interrupted him and caught his attention. That fang would have probably had him in the back if she wasn’t there. Axon would quickly pick up that there had to be others helping him. The neon blur that came into the front of the fang did something to increase it. Something that felt familiar but yet like a distant cousin. No matter. A pirouette a la seconde would be performed, the woman he was just talking too should hopefully either dodge or get out the way because he wasn’t thinking about her safety at all. The pirouette would cause the fang to be dragged into a complete ring around him. He had timed it to where the burst would occur as soon as the fang would have connected with him. With this, the fang would be met with a countering shockwave and while his friends powered it up, his tech would do it for him! With Ring around the Roses countering the fang, the burst had a strong possibility of slamming into Paco as well unless he had a counter for it, but considering he was coming in blazing hot behind the Fang, 9 times out of 10 it probably would have been a surprise for the rider. Pure irony was, Axon had no idea about Paco.
“Obviously, someone knows about me. Who the ******** trying to play with a true Ascendant of the Gods?!” He asked. He really wished he could have had his other treks, but the rules kept him from having them. They weren’t supposed to be flashing them around. He would of done it anyways, but the regalia were confiscated from all that were going out to celebrate Carnavale. If no one answered who was trying to fight, he was just going to shoot the club up. He paid no mind to the milf. if she was still there? Fine. If not, oh well. Axon didn't fire back at this time because he wanted the person who wanted the war to show themselves so they can have war like men! '
► Ring Around The Roses Rank: C | Stamina: 3 | Wear: 5% | Road: Bloody Performing a pirouette à la seconde briskly. The user drags the fang into a complete ringlet around them that bursts seconds after it's performance. The attack appears like a small halo of compressed air before spreading outwards in the traditional fashion of a fang's shock wave; losing it's slice ability but maintaining it's force, capable of throwing riders down and bruising. Delivered at a moderate distance from the user. It's proven effective against short to mid ranged techniques and valuable against projectiles or blasts.
Treks:Prayer Before Sacrifices
► Round Traction Heels (Any technique involving the usage of the installed part is taken to the next ranked level (I.E C Ranked Fang -> B Ranked Fang) in exchange for paying the cost of that next rank (I.E C Ranked stam/wear cost become B Ranked stam/wear cost) ► MM Engine (The wear taken by the skates is reduced by 2% when performing a friction based technique (E.G Bloody Fang, Bloody Roll Soul, etc). ► Chrysalis Siphon :: Water Lilly( -5% Wear for All Air/Water Based Tricks (Cannot decrease trick wear below 1%)
► Dual Battery Core (A battery with a dual core to provide the rider with an extra boost during hard runs. Reduces wear by 1% when performing C Rank tricks or higher. .)
Ascendant Race
Expertise of a Rider: Those who are Ascendants gain a reduction in stamina when using tricks. The reductions doesn't allow for tricks to be used for free and has to use at least 1 stamina. All tricks for are reduced by 5 Stamina. Ascendants do have the ability to pay regular stamina costs to have their tricks gain a passive boost of +30 Battle Strength. However, both are not able to be used at same time.
All in the Method: All Method tricks of any kind, including customs, cost zero wear and zero stamina. They still, however take up a trick slot.
Ah, he was no better then the riff raff here...just a muscle head with a unique toy. Mismatched colors reflected annoyance as the male would speak in such an unrefined matter, an ascendent of the gods... one would mistake him for some mere kid with a powerful object. Crimson pulled up in a touch of a smirk, "Your business is all public." the statement hung in the air for a moment, "If your most recent run in with the press is anything to go by." she hissed while backing away from the other as coils extended down from her jacket and embedded themselves in the ground. She already heard the ruckus from afar, she already expected trouble, though it was surprising that the rabble that she had anticipated were just off set as they made a dash past the beings below.
Grunted words from the oaf made her scowl, "I'd be embarassed if you were...but you know where they are." venomous once again as anger caused a twitch in a pale jaw, "Which is all I am currently after." the woman glanced up and away as she would soon see the target that had become a problem within the last while...her information networks already knew about the heathen who was beating women. Clicking her tongue with displeasure as the male went on to announce himself, "The stampede of wild beasts has come upon you." she stated simply as the other would be cut off by the screaming mad horn dog raving wildly. The woman moved with ease as the fang was merely a slow projectile to her sight as well as the woman following it, "My how I long to be as stupid as them..." she murmured idly as the fang was launched back, but the young woman before it was not.
Before the girl had a chance to move in wires would slip forth and release a discharge of liquid that would destroy any traction for the young girl, the woman in red had already side stepped clear of the way that she had gone as well as Axon's movement to swing the fang back. The black coils moved back towards her after forcing the young girl to slip and stride without being able to use her brakes with any effectiveness, crash course in laws of physics. As for the raving mad hound she'd simply cross her arms and wait for the Ascendant to stop being high and mighty, "This is child's play...the weak ganging upon the strong." she sighed listlessly her patience already worn, "Can't face a trial by themselves." she murmured eyeing the group that had become highly atrocious to her sight.
