Midway Forest is located between Mt. Colubo and the Gray Terminal. It is known for being a dangerous place to any human.
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Posted: Tue May 29, 2018 6:13 am
"Sanity... what would I do with a useless thing like that?" === [Str - 005][End - 004][Spd - 007][Int - 002][Pro - 006][Acc - 006] [Health: 200/200 ]=[Dexterity: 000 ]=[Spirit: N/A ] ▼▼▼▼▼▼▼▼▼▼▼▼▼▼▼▼▼▼▼▼▼▼▼▼▼▼▼▼▼▼▼▼▼▼▼▼▼▼▼▼▼▼
On top of a rock in the middle of the Midway Forest where some of the more dangerous beasts roam the area, lied on the top of the rock a body covered in red unique armor motionless. Birds gliding past and landing on the corpse like it was a statue with its arms and legs sprawled out over the edges of the rock. A couple hours passed before the corpse suddenly moved its head up a bit to look at the birds perching on its chest through the vizor over its eyes. More than half the birds suddenly flew off to the sudden motion of the corpse but two remained where they were just looking directly at the head that moved up to look at them and then it spoke. ”You guys wouldn't have had happen to see a lucky clover around… uhh… what was it?” He paused in thought and dropped his head back down to the rock like nothing happened and the birds on his chest both looked at eachother then went back to their busy pearching business. A couple minutes later, he sprang up while yelling aloud. ”Here! That’s the word.” The sudden jump and shout scared the birds off making them fly off into the sky and Reverse just looked at them fly away and scratched the back of his head with a metallic grinding sound. ”Guess not. Oh well.” He leaned forward and jumped off of the tall rock he had been lying on for three days and landed on his feet with a heavy thud. ”I should probably go ask actual… uhh...what’s the thing again? Umm… People! Right, people. They might know something. I don’t understand what these birds are saying anyway.” And with that, he walked in a random direction, not really sure where he was going but hopefully towards a village or town.
Somewhere in the Midway Forest near the base of Mount Colubo there was an area of woods that remained relatively untouched by outsiders due to not only the rampant wildlife around the area but for another reason as Axx just discovered. A sudden gunshot went off in the thick brush, scaring off the nearby wildlife and from around the corner of a tree dove Axx as he hit the ground and rolled behind a tree for cover. ”The hell are you even doing? Do you treat everyone you see like this? I should report this to the marines you criminal!” He sat behind a tree taking cover from five people who stood near the base of a giant tree and were digging up the ground at the base to bury something. Axx didn’t get a good look at what they were digging up or burying but when he saw the people with shovels digging as he passed by, he asked them what they were all doing, just out of innocent curiosity, and that's when they drew their firearms and up to this point. The bullets rained down on him one after another, dinging the sides of the tree Axx was ducking behind and leaving him no opening to jump out and get away or make a counter attack at all. ”Can’t we talk this over? I don’t even know why you guys are shooting at me!” The pirates didn't even bother trying to reply to his questions or suggestions and just kept shooting and stepping slowly closer to the tree to close in on the pinned down bypasser. Axx let out a sigh under the sound of th barrage of gunfire and adjusted his goggles while looking at the higher up branches on the tree he was behind. ”Guess it’s gonna be like that then… ” He sounded depressed about what he just said and the pirates were almost to him and still firing off shots from both sides so he couldn’t get from where he was. Axx flexed his arms let out a strong breath and then there was a loud whining noise that was so loud, it even drowned out the gunfire that slowly came to a pause as the pirates came to a stop from their steady advancing and looked around trying to figure out what the loud whining noise was. As soon as it started, it was fading already like whatever was causing it was moving away until the sound vanished altogether and the pirates focused back on the tree Axx was hiding behind and kept all their pistols and rifles aimed at the tree ready to fill him with holes the moment he stepped from behind the tree or when they caught a glimpse of him. They approached and right when they were about to turn the corner to shoot him in the head, there was a sudden and loud whining sound back again followed by a heavy thud but this time it was clearly coming from behind them and when they all turned to see what it was, the giant tree they started around was falling down towards them all and they all dove off to the side to avoid being crushed alive while the tree collapsed and took out a fair portion of the trees in its bath by crushing them and knocked over masses of others from the shock and wind of the impact of it hitting the ground. Once the dirt and debris cleared, Axx stood near the base of the knocked over tree just looking at the ground. ”Wow… Did you guys hear that?”
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Posted: Fri Jun 29, 2018 5:55 pm
The five pirates were bewildered for a moment wondering how this guy they didn't even know got behind them without them noticing at all and how he could cause such a huge and sturdy tree to fall over like that. Axx, while still looking at the ground at the base of the tree, pointed to the ground near where they were digging and piling dirt on and tilted his head. ”By the way, what’s in the hole?” One of them finally spoke up to address Axx even after all this.”Get away from there b*****d! How did you get behind us anyway!?” Axx looked towards the pirates who were still gathering themselves after the impact and with a smirk, shook his finger at the one that spoke up and crossed his arms. ”Tch tch. Don’t you know a magician never reveals their secrets?” But right after saying that, Axx uncrossed his arms and placed them on his hips and raised an eyebrow. ”But then again, I’m not a magician so I just ran up the back of the tree you were making be hide behind and got way~ up high, came back down near this big tree and well… took a whack at it. The End.” He made hand gestures like he was telling a story to children and ended by making peace signs on both his hands with a smile on his face. The pirates all sweat dropped at his explanation feeling that there were some details left out like how he ran up a tree that fast and got that high and even how he knocked over that three with one hit but that was for another time as they all finally got back their firearms and took aim at Axx, cocking their pistols and rifles. “It’s doesn't really matter. You are not leaving here alive.” Axx pouted his lips and shrugged. ”You would be amazed at how often I am told that and still leave, alive.” Leaving him no more time to stall, they shot at Axx, one after another, with the intent to kill him where he stood and to the first of many gunshots, Axx held his arm out in front of himself and snapped his wrist, not moving from where he was. Seconds later after five shots were fired, Axx would stand there untouched and undamaged and the five pirates would all be on the ground with bullet wounds and reeling in pain and bleeding onto the ground. ”Crazy how guns work, right?” Axx smiled eerily as he started to approach the closest pirate who was shot in the leg and watched as they tried to move away from him. “No! You are not human! Get away from me you monster!” Axx stepped on the pirates chest to pin them down and chuckled. ”Bu-rooroorooroo! Monster. When I’m done, you’ll come up with WAY worse things to call me.” He leaned in an reached for the pirates face but stopped when they cried out. “Stop! You can have the treasure! Just don’t kill us!” A couple seconds passed with no reply but when the pirate opened his eyes, Axx was already standing off to the side with a sack of their loot over his shoulder. ”Thanks for permission to have all this neat loot. I may be a pirate, but I am no thief, on wednesdays.” He took a bow and walked off to leave the forest taking the scenic route.
Hatori had walked into the grounds of this forest. Midway Forest. Rubbing his eyes he didn't believe there was a pirate. With enough balls to raid a forest. Like shouldn't he be after banks, or people, or towns?? Hatori moved through trees with his head angled up high and mighty. Hands in the pockets of his blue jeans. His leather shoes moving softly along the asphalt. Hatori had noticed there were some people in front of him. Helping them with the Reimbursing. They were robbed by a pirate so Hatori managed to help them. Hatori was not the only person over here at this hour. So the marines presence is not conspicuous by any means. Though Hatori was dressed more casually than the departing marines all around the blues. With some of their uniforms, gear, and authority regulation badges. Its easy to hide among the sounds of animals, wilderness, and even people clicking their heels on the pavement. Hatori had continued to help random strangers in this forest with the Reimbursing. Hatori was more concerned with his own weekend plans. Than with the guy in the cotton button-down and blue jeans. It was almost as if he was trying to copy he style. Hatori saw some others who were in hiding helping them with the Reimbursing. This was no joyride. This was actually apart of his duty as a marine. As a symbol of justice for the blues. Hatori couldn't deny the small thrill of release he feels while moving about in the Midway Forest. Without being noticed by that many people. Still he helped most of them with this Reimbursing. It has been more than a few years since he's set foot in this forest. Without being on display as someone much like bushido, or wandering samurai with sword. Hatori was a marine now committing to this Reimbursing. Without feeling like someone might snap a photo of himself at any moment. Without seeing dozens of people wanting to approach him for a quick handshake. Or a quick hello, a selfie, a favor, or even substance policy discussion. Hatori laughed. "I met a cute girl in these forests. Too bad I have to continue the Reimbursing. I think she said I'm her god or something. Heh--"
As promised he continued to help with this Reimbursing.
Hatori had held his authority regulation badge as a marine. To show some of the people that he was only helping this Midway forest with Reimbursing. He unlocked a few peoples hearts, and had them open up to him. Allowing them to be helped when it came to this Reimbursing. You saw a series of people thank Hatori as he was walking away from their direction. Hatori out of practice was good at helping people. Hatori was a marine, after all. Behind his symbolic white justice figure. He felt someone fresh out of time. He was probably needed somewhere else. It was some kind of justice radar in his head. Like some sort of anti piracy device. Hatori looked back at the forest smiling. He did his best. Facing forward, he watched others that were around him. To navigate himself through this forest.
In this case Hatori couldn't leave the Midway Forest just yet. Because he just realized the pirate that was here. The previous pirate had destroyed a good portion of the forest. Hatori didn't know what was going through some of these pirates heads. Hatori always prioritized in capturing these pirates. Forgetting how some of the pirates rather not use their brains. A dead pirate was always an option, too. Hatori yawned. Why these pirates were going around. Doing any, and everything they wanted. Was beyond the marine Rango Hatori. Hatori looked at his hands preparing himself for the restoration. Staying in listening mode, he gathered a few people around the forest. Who were going to help Hatori with the restoration of the Midway Forest. Hatori promised their would be a handsome money reward. Many of them would do the same as him. Hatori had claimed responsibility for the destruction of Midway Forest. The Restoration was now beginning. Hatori didn't think the pirate was still around. Thus he continued his restoration. Placing many things back where they belonged. While also sealing up destruction marks on the earth. Like chunks of earth that were missing off the ground. Cracks in the ground. Hatori would catch that pirate that did this sooner or later. Hatori had a militia below his belt. Hatori would find the pirate on one of his operations where he targeted and tracked pirates. Hatori woul remain covert and highly classified before becoming viral in the blues. His Mera Mera no mi was already very famous among these seas. Hatori was a Logia. Hatori had fixed a lot of the Midway Forest thus far. And it was only the warm up for more of the restoration. Hatori had to stop these attacks that pirates were frequently using to go rampant. Hatori revealed nothing in the end his expression was iron-plated. Hatori probably would get a good down payment for this job. Believe it or not the restoration was a real job. Hatori had sat back for a break. Watching his companions in the forest continue the restoration while he drank some water. Hatori didn't want to admit this was extremely hard. Their was a huge difference though he was becoming tougher. Hatori could see others watching him. While artists were creating caricature's of Hatori and the harder workers. Those guys always claim responsibility. They were the best kind of locals. Hatori cannot let it be known that he decided to trust that caricature during this important moment. He had a job to do. Hatori couldn't be misdirected. His head raised, and he rubs his hands together. Warming up for the speech that he probably recited into a mirror for this restoration. A dozen times before coming over here.
No sure things. The restoration was almost complete though. Hatori was getting a lot of help from the locals in the forest. Hatori wasn't to blame, but he was putting a very prominent cap. On this situation that sitred a lot of hearts in the Midway Forest. Hatori was giving out money to those who helped him. While also collecting his own sum of money. Hatori smiled waving. Hatori wuld tell the world that aside from himself. The tall men in his life had did the right thing for the country. Hatori continues to nod, clears his throat. His foot, on the ground, and begun to tap. It doesn't take him long to clear things up. The restoration was complete, and many people were cheering, applauding, ect. Hatori always had the best interests of common people who were strong and striving. Hatori understood them more than his comrades in the marines. It was incredible difficult to fight pirates. Without a doubt. Hatori was still moving forward in his life. "Many of you people can relate to me. There is no doubt that you all participated in helping the Midway Forest. It feels good supporting you all. You brilliantly showed me your strength." We have an oversight responsibility that serves as a check on keeping pirates in check. You wanted Hatori to haul his entire security to completing this restoration. Done.
Few get called to these parts by will. It was rumored among the babbling sheep villagers here and far that this place was no home for humans. Higher ends here where you could plummet into shadows slinking beneath the overgrowth--here...Here was a site for wickedness and sin. A glen of monsters waiting to pop out and tarnish and terrify her if these rumors be true. Alas, what mind will wonder, if by acquiescence, they realize she is but one more to their numbers. Like a goblin to a mountain, she would burrow deeper, finding herself more at ease on terrains that were difficult. Even challenging as here and there she might have taken longer to traverse some paths. The beatings of malnutrition from her awakening and then the actual beatings of tasting the girl's might came with some bruises and dried clots. She didn't care to rest, she never really did when the thirst had her still hawking for more. Her wounds always felt great on her anyway, better than any drugs known to man. She wore them with pride, loving it when even the harshest of rain would tear at them on a pour. Her attire scant, long slump jacket now tight from the wetness. Free and unhindered. It felt good, it felt unrestricted. The deceptively figure eight body however revealing chocks of hidden muscle moving as she breathed. Her forearms sturdy whenever bending and her legs able to punch steel like foil at any given moment.
She looked on, here and wide until the wayward witcher arrived again at the higher peak. A trail of wolves and a mountain lion sprawled messily. Hardly worrying about hunger as she'd always find prey or prey would mistakenly find her. The slap of naked feet softly brushing over a stone as she'd set her weapon over it to whet out the fringed edges of the rustic sword. Some of the grits scattering off as she'd sit down over the clearing before a cliff. Sharpening it a width harsher to bite down her apparent sadness. The scent of her own blood making her dizzy with false enlightenment at the same time, making for a confusing mixture. The worst poison in the world is the venom of weak will. Where are you, Adrian? Her thoughts prolonged once again. Soft at the thought of her actually remembering someone more than once by name solely for the excitement that crossed her. Was there no one else out there? She was one polar end of the magnet, gravitating to bending this world if there were not the other end keeping her from punishing the globe. Suddenly her spirits rising like the vultures coming over to extract the carrion that were fodder. Play meat at best. Snarling and chomping but hardly anything compared to a real fight. Pressing onto an even older wound by her arm, puncturing it without even thinking just to feel closer to a probability that was out there still.
hp: 907/1062 ____________ Ahn took 20 damage.
Deecee Sama
Posted: Thu Jul 12, 2018 2:45 am
What a wry and boring series of events.
The usual crass, almost malevolent nature of this singular Wanosian spoke for itself. For pint to pint, his ambient glare was so strong, it could make dried paint peel from the daunting lacking, excitement. All there was or ever was, was meant for those who could bring liveliness to him in any way possible. Be it amusing him in their death or amusing him, with their last, beating attempt to cease it. Still, seeing her had ruffled his feathers. That vile woman from so many years ago - as per usual the sight made him wrench in emotional peal. Damn it all, couldn't he get over it? It'd been some odd hundreds of years now and yet. . just the sight of her face brought a coldness to his still heart. A twisted tale of romance that could never be, for if it were so he'd be banished by the gods. Fat chance he'd have another time to live, so it was best he got over this aching obsession. At least, he wished he could. "How many more years will I serve without a purpose. . " With each step his mind grew heavier. Heart steeper and inwardly, the monologue of a samurai lost to time wept, just enough to pull the heart strings of you listeners. A man with nothing but his blade wandering the country side and a life that never seemed to stop making him feel lifeless. How droll indeed.
Through the many enchanting woods, his blade would strike time and time again to creatures who dared attempt to strike him down. His mood was particularly filled with the angst of rival wants - how he longed for it. Begged it. So to satiate his need, he killed as they came at him, leaving a treasure trove for buzzards and scavengers alike who followed behind the buffet table that was Hunter. His course led him straight through these woods just as the sight of a woman, lone, came into his visage. Barefoot, but rugged? A claymore at her side with scars ribbing the flesh. Fine. This would do. It would all have to do. He could only suffice to so much in his existence, but the one constant that never left was his bloodlust. And right now, it was at a high that just needed release. "A swordsmen?" Poised as he drew his blade - underneath that ragged straw hat were eyes of pure crimson and a wretched smile that spoke volumes. "Pick up your blade. I got an itch that needs to be scratched, lone one." Voice was almost begging for it. A combatant all the way out here? Who would've guessed. As her opposite dressed the part of wanderer, he'd prepare his weapon soundly as his beatened and battered Kimono blew soundly. A quiet.
She'd probably still adore him with his hands around her neck--or she did last time she checked. Not shy of a spark. A knife twists at the thought that she should fall short of the mark. How wonderful. Together on a limbo. The scraping noise of the whetstone falling out of her mud scraped fingers. These new footsteps whispered to her ears; he was not afraid of blood. His words felt like a narc's first sniff. Her head raising as she'd turn to catch the sight of billowing fabric as together under a night, her magnet had come and made the midway peak silent from all the big hunters they slew. Her form rising even before his words would conclude. Oh he was beautiful.
The gaze of a depraved. But not yet. He had not yet lost it all in frenzy. Together they were still far from it and yes. The claymore would arise off the plow of ground, casting a dialed shadow over their heads from her grip switching. "...hhuh-hu-hu~"
The wind picking up her hair like ash left by the fire. Running like charcoal fable until the sun would hiss over the dried blood of a recent fight. White noise in the flesh, tear it down so he could hear her as in an odd way she could blatantly hear him. He already drew his blade--and it made her ears crave for the screeching siren calls between their iron. Unlike his silent draw, hers took wind. Hardly silent as hers was more of a howl with every swath.
Maraschino lips pulling to ask him. "How bad is it?" Could she remedy it so quickly as the others have been remedied?
Twin pools of blood drawn to the vibrant wells screaming to join the contender. Her hand grasping her blade as the rust stained sword would almost purr from the sound of metal resonance when it would whip out forward. A ring before it would twist into her form. The tip of the blade dragging against the ground before it would arc into a forward thrust.
If struck, he would recolor whatever she would hit with the continuing force.
hp: 907/1062
Deecee Sama
Posted: Fri Jul 13, 2018 10:17 am
She didn't turn. She didn't run. She held her ground and looked him dead in the eye, like a true warrior should. To say his excitement was lit like the almighty flame was an understatement. When was the last time someone so openly accepted his challenge? He'd forgotten this feeling of actual want; more so, actual need to clash with another. It'd been three hundred long years since he'd slain Ogaro Nobunaga and that was the last challenge he'd ever seen.
Unlike him the way she held her blade was more wild. Almost as if she'd sling it rather than use it for combat. What kind of battle did she seek to ensue like this? Was her intent to dance or ride the waves of initiate war between them?! For him, he knew not the answer but was dying to find out exactly what she could do.
Aggressive was her charge and even more, the flames within her eyes. Those lips plump and luscious, speaking to him brought a shudder to his spine. It was music to the samurai's ears! She was beckoning him to dance this dance of death and oh, how he loved it so very much. "Stop waitin'! Come!" A howl to the heavens as she charged on in and her sword, meeting with nothing; he took the attack head on as he always did. Not even grunting. Not even flinching. Hues whisking open with lust as his own blade rammed upward and through her shoulder - tit for tat.
"Yes! ******** yes! This is what I've been wantin'!" Grasping the edge of her blade, he removed it from his own flesh and tossed it off to the side. Leaping back momentarily to take a lick of the edge of his blade - her blood was the sweetest in this age! "Let's keep this up! C'mon!" Rushing in, he'd aim a slash up her torso, attempting to leave a nice, gash for her to remember him!
Motherglare
Ｃａｎ＇ｔ Ｅｓｃａｐｅ Ｆｒｏｍ Ｃｒｏｓｓｉｎｇ Ｆａｔｅ
Technique Name: "Ｃ＇ｍｅｒｅ！ Ｂｅ ｍｙ ｍｅａｔ ｐｕｐｐｅｔ！" Description: Hunter has eaten the Fate Fate Fruit, making him a Fate Man. Once consuming the DNA of another person, he ties his Fate to them, making it so he's able to share experiences of all sorts with them and vice versa. He could see someones past memories, understand their feelings and intentions and can even do the same, letting someone see his. In combat this is mostly used to transfer the damage Hunter takes to another individual, increasing by the Tier of use. Each Tier increases the damage exchange by another [ 10% ], to a maximum of [ 50% ]. Once transferring damage however a person's fate is no longer tied to his own and he must reattach himself all over again to make use of them. He can also fate NPC's, but he must have made an effective list, showing everyone fated to him and where it occurred. Trait(s): Devil fruit Effect: Damage Range: N/A Duration: UPCAST Cost UPCAST Tier: UPCAST Base: N/A
Ahn has been "FATED". Hunter Took 149 Damage. Rest was sent off to an NPC. He dead now. RIP.
Ahn would take [300] Damage for the stab to her shoulder. If hit by either slash, tis another [300].
An ocean of blood, the two were twins with wings of crimson bursting from both sides. A wicked splash and it painted her face alive, neither of the two unblinking. Her strength grappled by a force on par--if not even greater. And it was the greatest jubilee she had felt since the day the small marine had flung her deep into the Earth. Now she felt her muscles sigh with release as they then coiled from feeling her wide claymore rip out of his body. Her own shoulder a blossoming mine as it stung for the first time like cold lightning and yet...She stepped deeper to let her surrounding bones realize the sensation. Her perfume giving off a faint sweetness of dahlia absolutely drowning from iron and wickedness. Pheromones rocking an all time high as it seemed her brain was being vaulted at with surfacing memories she had never seen before.
A vision of herself being swathed instead with plated armor and the musk of heavy metal moving like a whip in the night, cutting down other warriors like paper lanterns in the night. Traditions burning like the Castles being set asunder under siege with dark masterminds tugging true with every move--but the freedom of the sword was all hers. And indeed it was free, feeling big instances of swallowing prey with the infamous blade she could not fathom in depth.
Removing his oriental blade, she tossed it aside, watching as he was approaching with an immediate angled slash.
Creep through the ground, Shh, you don't hear a sound--burying bodies all over the town. Her blood came at the cost with a curse. A thicker pull to the tide of desire for blood lust. Twenty years and it seemed like a lifetime, hanging everyday on a lifeline--blood on her breath as a small girl in rags would feel fire in her belly, fighting a more frightening force than the eye of the storm itself. Another woman covered in baby blue tufts, of light maple hair flowing as long as a siren herself flickering her movements as though their efforts were paper. A familiarity drowned out by the desire to rise above her. Remembering the first time their maternal bonds were cut and instinct being realized. "Your birth was an error."
Cut all over as the dark imp would look up before the flashpoint would cut off and be replaced with the future version of the past. He reminded Ahn of another who was skilled. Against such an opponent, the Witchblade could not anticipate the unknown. Her body flourishing an aura of bursting blood turning into vapor as it would sizzle and seemingly combust into bloodred flames that almost seemed to resemble uneven ribbed teeth at the ends. Tapping into a form she had long ago forgotten. The valentine aura dressing her in vain as it would be about time now for him to hit her with his second blow.
Her gait heightened, twisting to evade his slash as she would come back with a diagonal whirl with her blade to enter a double axis spin (ignore the downward slam at the end)...PHLOOM! Together the blades shall sing as they'd caress one another between forces, drawing sparks too dull reflected of their quality but one day their tangs will rival stardust and moon. "Kkkh!"
hp: 607/1062 ............................ Ahn took 300 damage from the first shoulder blow! Ahn evaded the second blow this time by being in Final Form's speed bonus, following up with a double swirl!
Ahn has been fated [?!]
Used 25 stamina [Final Form] + 20 Spirit for Basic Buso adding 50 per spin to the offensive.
348 damage per spin slice as there is two, totaling 696 if nothing is done.
Techs and s**t
Deecee Sama
Techniques Active
Technique Name: Final Form Description: An Anti-Devil's final form is considered their ultimate state, where their bodies are at their peak physical and mental capacity. Aesthetic changes vary, but often times specific features of the Anti-Devil become more prominent, most notably claws, wings, horns, etc. While in this state, the Anti-Devil has high affinity with their spiritual side as well, able to physically manifest their spirit like an aura around them, adding an elemental or other unique effect to their spirit that augments their power considerably. This effect is, more often than not, subtle; a non-flashy addition to their repertoire that improves upon their existing combat skills. Examples include an aura of sharp energy across the user's body that is capable of cutting with minimal contact, or a burning effect not unlike the Chef's Diable Jambe. There are a number of possibilities, imagination and creativity being the key point. This ability is constrained around the body, or perhaps embedded in a Musician's sounds, but should not too closely parallel a devil fruit ability. For example, while giving one's spirit a rock-like texture to deal extra damage or hit with more mass is okay, literally creating rock is, by far, not okay. This should not parallel a logia ability to create infinite anything, period. Similar to a gear, this form is able to boost ( 1 ) of their stats; this boost MUST be applied to one. This boost is [+10] at 60 TSP, and increases by [10] for every 60 TSP the user has. Final Form can be sustained for [ 1] Post Per [ 25 ] Stamina and equals a cooldown to the number of posts it was sustained. Requirement: 300 TSP | Anti-Devil
Technique Name: Basic Busoshoku Haki Description: The user may cover a single part of their body (arm, leg, hand, foot, head, or torso) in an invisible armor for a single post. It is activated by the user, thus is cannot be used if the user is caught off-guard. Basic Busoshoku Haki can be used to increase the user's offense or defense by [50] points. This level of Busoshoku allows the user to touch the tangible body of a fruit user, as noted above. Basic Busoshoku can be applied to weapons the user is holding, but only for as long as contact is maintained. Furthermore, the weapon or object takes the place of the body part; i.e., Busoshoku will be applied to the weapon, not both weapon and hand, etc. Basic Busoshoku Haki can be used without the boost, but with the other effects stated in the technique, by expending [10] Spirit. Requirements: Obtainable at 150 Spirit
Posted: Fri Jul 13, 2018 12:38 pm
It was a cold summers night; perhaps it was the lick of fire that'd just crashed his legs. Perhaps the spur of thunder that cooled the evening air as the pitter patter of ran took to either side of him. Perhaps more. So much more, than he could currently realize. Slanted was his blade to person, armed with nothing more than that and the bamboo shoes he wore on days like this. Charged to slay. Always to slay. He couldn't do more than just that, given his time and circumstance. There he was, a born killer. From as long as he could recall, he killed. From birth, he killed, having slain his own mother; her giving up the last of her life force to birth him many moons ago. Father died long before he was ever thought of and now he existed only to cause harm to others. Roaming the land with nothing more than his blade and knowledge that this was all he could ever be. And in that time, he was tired of being who he was. His Goddess left him. Everything was for naught and as he sat there, surrounded by flames encompassing his figures, eyes a loneliness looked to the sky. Oh, how beautiful the moon was on this dark, dreary night. Too bad he could see it nevermore. Maybe if he'd taken the time out, he could notice its beauty for what it really was.
That was in a time long since past.
Visions blurred together, like some painting playing back in his head of the woman's heritage. Ahn. That was her name. She was someone who'd been a fighter the entire time - all she'd ever wanted was to live for her blade. Was it that? Or was it that she didn't even have a choice in that matter; Hunter didn't know. The realization that he saw it all only made him wrinkle a nose and bat an eye. Blood, dark black blood, trickling from his dead body. She'd know the truth of what he was. Brought back to life with an unkillable form and a decadent smile that he wore as this monster for what he'd become. Now, someone else could see what he truly stood as and what saddened those to know.
Horrific, wasn't it?
Buck a brow. Smash and destroy. Their ruminant back and forth was one for the ages. Her dodge was sound - easy enough, but the sight to behold after was much greater than the former. Stronger? Was she getting more powerful? He didn't know what to take from it in hindsight, but the works of prominence were never short to dally. Again, tit for tat. Strong arm for strong arm. Like this she was more powerful than he could've imagined and yet, he knew no fear. Only true admiration. She was beautiful as she was and who could turn away from such blinding brilliance?
SLINK! It hit again! Dead on to his torso as the assault went spurring forth and as the second twirl came, he knew it was so and still, he moved into the strike to have it so the initial slash wasn't to his body, but the arm smack into his shoulder as his own sword dug, aiming to go through her gut with the same crimson glare. There was no laughter this time. The excitement was too high. Pure ecstasy was all he felt and would continue to fell. She was euphoric. "I won't die. ."He'd utter as he kept his blade still, attempting to pull it back from her flesh if it dug on through. "But. . You might. ."
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Ｃａｎ＇ｔ Ｅｓｃａｐｅ Ｆｒｏｍ Ｃｒｏｓｓｉｎｇ Ｆａｔｅ
Technique Name: "Ｃ＇ｍｅｒｅ！ Ｂｅ ｍｙ ｍｅａｔ ｐｕｐｐｅｔ！" Description: Hunter has eaten the Fate Fate Fruit, making him a Fate Man. Once consuming the DNA of another person, he ties his Fate to them, making it so he's able to share experiences of all sorts with them and vice versa. He could see someones past memories, understand their feelings and intentions and can even do the same, letting someone see his. In combat this is mostly used to transfer the damage Hunter takes to another individual, increasing by the Tier of use. Each Tier increases the damage exchange by another [ 10% ], to a maximum of [ 50% ]. Once transferring damage however a person's fate is no longer tied to his own and he must reattach himself all over again to make use of them. He can also fate NPC's, but he must have made an effective list, showing everyone fated to him and where it occurred. Trait(s): Devil fruit Effect: Damage Range: N/A Duration: UPCAST Cost UPCAST Tier: UPCAST Base: N/A
Ahn has been "FATED". Hunter Took 323 Damage. First attack, halved using FATED and sent back to her. She'll take 174 Damage directly. Second attack was mediated so her buso strike didn't fully hit him, but the arm still connected. Hunter took 149 Damage and sent the rest to another NPC. He's now dead. RIP.
Ahn would take 300 from the stab to her stomach and 174 from the damage done to Hunter, equaling 474. However, she's taken a major wound to her torso from slashing hunter's, meaning she's now taken two major wounds [If the stomach puncture also occurs.] That would be another 100 Damage, so a total of 574 Damage
Completing the spins, the aesthetic of teeth and ripping blood and mist fanned out into sizzles. Dead embers rising as her sword would come to a halt.
A dark spiral of emotions surged and strangely they were either borrowed or awoke ones deeper within her. Again her mind took her to another scope and suddenly the sense of longing hit her harder than anything else before. Loneliness? No, she outgrew that a long time ago. It was more of....abandonment. Devotion and time put so strong into an entity only for them to vanish like the tail end of a moon before dawn would come for it. It gave her an odd pulse, her eyes moistening a little and her expression was glazed. What was this feeling? Looking at him, it made her think she was only looking at a mirror. His purpose written by elements out of his control and since then she could feel judgement and brands on him. Suddenly looking to the sky, shared by the same eyes. While she was away into the world of another, the same ragged girl ran with naked feet followed the scarlet strings growing darker.
Instances of her past feeling like a timeclock. A rotation. From growing up, to mincing people, from daylight to locked bars. Whips, bludgeons, gangs, rats, pilferers, philanders, deviants, they all tasted like one flavor in her mouth and it was cotton over the years she managed to rise over scum after spending so long being with them. And always she'd find a way to escape, always back outside to the world she longed to punish like Pandora's box. Back to the flashback of holding rotted flesh--surprisingly holding up well. In the body of that man and then outside of it, watching for she realized she was no longer breathing. That the man--the ronin Ahn was fighting had never been alive to begin with. Her lungs tightening with a sort of shock.
The rain would eventually trickle over in soft dusts. Her breaths coming off in small swells. "...hahh.....hahh..." His sword had warmed them both with fresh oncoming blood spilling from where she was gorged. He had good form, and she knew that by his grip he could end it all if he wanted to. And yet she cold feel her body being assaulted by other forces unknown to her. The witcher's own claymore stopping an inch before his neck as his reflection would be muddled from all the rust and bloodstains. A soft spin and the claymore would fall. His voice now sounded different. The erratic eccentrics in his voice appeared to lessen and from there came forward a honed soul. "It hurts... Finally, something hurts." The fire spilling out like magma from her belly and yet it felt as though she were still a pyre, lit and bright. He came to her when everywhere else was dark to deliver fire.
Brow arching to a look of venom. As embellishing as these emotions were, her face dripping with blood from lips down as they'd pour. Her smile dawning upon more rivers of red as her teeth were completely stained. Obsidian head simply leaning over the broad shoulder of the man's armor as her body was beginning to unbuckle into a wavering slump. Her left shoulder slumping as all the fight she had to keep it from being useless now fettered. Despite it all, a certain glow was about her face. A pretty shade of mauve and freesia casting her a womanly glow. Blinking softly, staring into the shadowed face of the ghoul as the rain would wash some bits of the blood off; her lips prettier than any shade of carmine ever before. Her eyes curving like a fox's the way they gently closed before she'd look elsewhere on his person as her hair would stick to her scantily dressed body. Her breast already smushing against his chest at this point from all the abuse her outfit had endured. But her hand was gripping onto the blade he put into her. Holding it with an iron grip while everything else in her was fading.
"...hhh.....you say that....but... ..this was the most I ever felt....being alive."
The dark of exhaustion creeping up to her from behind her head. Her hand bloodying from holding onto it as she'd pull it out. Pain at this point just another present. "Your current name..." The woman would say surprisingly very calm after everything that was done. Her breath tickling wherever his ear would be though her face brushed his neck ever so slightly from the shift.
".....doesn't suit you at all." And her head would knock back, slumping over as her consciousness was gone.
hp: 063/1062 ............................ Ahn DED
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Posted: Sat Jul 14, 2018 5:43 am
When it was all said and done, things like this always were colored black or white. There was no in between. Still he stood, the vibrant images of her past and his own meshing together to craft a scene where the glass linked the duo. His own hand outreached to see all that she was, for who she was, and while he didn't particularly enjoy intruding it was just another dance to be had. Dirty schemers. Low down punks. Slime balls. Neerdowells and other assortments of back alley folk; the kind that made your skin crawl. That was her past that held little to her future. To her now. She'd seen so much and been through hell to stand on her own two feet. To it all he understand and to that end, he could only congratulate her for coming this far. Any other would've given up on this path, but to have the strength to persevere was a chime in itself. This planet wasn't kind to the select few and even worst to those born without a purpose. To be a mistake was probably the worst way to come into existence and still, you fought for yourself. Lived for only you. That was something he could, without a doubt, understand.
There was a sadness among two warriors having bathed in one another's blood, though one couldn't fall and the other? Well, her time was up.
That was the weakness of being alive - the weakness that Hunter longed for. To return to the world of the living was his biggest dream, but that was something that couldn't be realized. Not without time and hope and perhaps even prayer. Now the adept transition. Rain fell between the duo as his blade laid still, consequence of being tied to glory and battle. Neither having paid mind til waters wet their blades and danced about their forms. He sat there, unmoving as the flames died out from her blade. Staring whilst slowly looking over to peer at that face which was smiling in return. He couldn't say he wasn't surprised. This was something she desired after all. Even attempting to pull back, the sudden grasp of steel caused him to smile to himself, snickering ever lightly as water dripped from his brim cap to his bamboo sandals. Chortle and chime, they did. "Heh. ." Softly was his utterance as her body fell against him and he held her tight, up upwards while she slowly faded from consciousness
Taking a droplet of her blood, he'd bring it up to give it a lick before tossing the woman over his shoulder and beginning to walk down some. None of his wounds affecting him. Nothing caused him pain. Truly it was saddening, but such was life's trade off. "You're mistaken, Ahn. My name fits me more than you realize. ." It was what he truly felt. Hunter. A man licensed to kill. A wanderer with nothing but his blade and tact, that if he could do nothing more, he could at least be all the wiser in motions above others about him. Slaying was all he'd ever known and that was what gave him the right to hunt.
It took only a bit to find a cave, where he'd sit her down in. Making a fire was simple enough and a few minutes between him scalding his blade then closing her wounds. Using some basic salve he kept on him, he further cleansed areas that might need it. A gift from his past life was the basics of patching himself up, which was what he did to keep his form from looking horribly marred and disfigured. Once it was all said and done, he sat her claymore down next to her and hefted himself up to stare down. There was a choice. Leave her to her own devices or stay, to perhaps learn more.
"You're strong. Stronger than even me. I won today not because I was the better combatant, but because I have this wretched body. Because I can't die."Frustration ebbed his voice, but still, he knew all too true that this too was apart of combat. "I stole from you your right to kill me. And so, we will fight again once I've regained life. . and then, we'll see who truly is the strongest, Ahn." With a tip of his straw hat, he'd walk off into the wetlands; ashamed as both a man of Wano and for whom he was. Damn it all.
In darkness, swaddled by rain, cold, and the ever numb; the light embers of her being would flicker. Teasing as if to finally snuff but each and every sway the flame would rekindle or last without the hearth's knowing. The small soul at the scale of this world was even lesser than an atom but she felt everything. The tides, the shifting plates, the oceans regurgitating and the skies plummeting all at once in tandem to become this wonky universe laying traps for suffering. It was a cursed world. Truly. However the core of her hatred long ago came to a cold smolder as with every visit to olden gaols. For so long she felt only by the tip of her blade and would be warmed when splashed with the variables of life.
Only now, today. Tonight, and tomorrow, the full essence of Ahn Sahyte burned anew. Being rewritten by the new scars that would burn over her unconscious body. If she were awake, maybe the Cursed Ronin would drown in the memory of shrill howls to come from the way the heated metal would meld her skin to match the texture of viscera. If anything maybe the whites of her eyes might show in a few flicks before otherwise closing back. The dry, tear stained cheeks now a rosy flush beat back into the cold mauve as the unconscious body would be deaf to his departing words. If he stayed, he would know it wasn't the pain she cried for---but for him. The Hunter with more than his name.
And the Hunter whom she would grow to resent. Sweat of cold merged from the drips slipping down into the maw of the cave. Plop after plop until the one would melt into her forehead to help her realize her ill destiny once again.
That once more the abyss of death had spit her back out. And the one who made it purge her was the one who treated her. Watching her hands cup the sealed wounds still feeling like tempered fire. "Hahh...hhih.......Hh. Hh. Hhhh."
And she felt it. A lifeline crossing into hers. Another vein to go with her vein. Feeling feelings. Feeling an emotion closest to--regret. "...Oh you've already gone.."
Sounded her voice; the way it did could make the flames turn to ice. Clutching at her heart as she felt her tears almost burn off her waterlines from the disbelief and anger. It was betrayal after all. It was a fight was it not? Would the mongoose leave the corpse of the cobra under a tree so that the sun wouldn't cook it? What did it mean to be brought back in one piece and be left with nothing? Her life was a senseless shamble and suddenly she was brought back together by the will of one person. She felt truer company than the grip of her blade and the moment that was realized, he had gone and left her palms bare. The swim of dusk and pitch would skim before the portals of red would again reveal.
"....Only The Huntsman would have made an error so grave...but you, my dear Hunter...fated the world by these scars that burned us together."
The fling of torpid metal swinging over her shoulder, cutting a space in the rain as before it would start to fall again, the trees around would slice. Leaves falling like gentle storms with rolls of lush and dead protein would enrich the grounds around once they were beheaded. The transition to the crinkling leaves would steadily converge into faces as soon the body count would nearly rival the fallen plumage. There were many battles fought but none quite like this.
--If you run from me, then I will only shorten the distance between myself and you.
Facing South to a settlement made in the woods. Climbing taller to flee the rising adversities. Chock, chock, a cutting board and the bodies would call for the flies.
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The last flick of embers hissing off into a sizzling stop. As all around the dark effigy the smoke would burn off and her eyes cutting open all bounds tied. Her smile cutting her cheeks like lightning did to a rock past yonder. A cooking smoke and the fires again signaled the raving murderer who had diseased life on the prior Mountain. Now here she came with inspiration. To kill a bird of paradise, she must fashion the right blade for it or else it would be the bore of killing an average pidgeon. The current claymore has long been dying of it's attunement with her. She could feel it and so she would do it one last duty and with it, sweep the precious riches of these lands. All from the brigands, pirates, snoops, and hopeful innocents. All but for her to bring rise to a new mindset. Fresher, now that Hunter had lured her into a place with more color.
The hawk had led the starving animal to another glen. And here she will lure all the other great beasts with the wicked wreckage she could not contain. The running ones called it a rampage. The fleeing prey thought it was madness, chaos! The skies again making birds empty their roosts so that they no longer could stand the stench of death.
For the one who crushed sapphires and silvers beneath her feet, it was the world's greatest jubilee they ever saw. A smile permanent in her teeth and she actually laughed. "Help me..." Her body on the verge of reopening old wounds and yet her muscles coiled that much tighter as if she were the one that won. Watching the stumps of meat crawl on off if they could. Having them gather, almost mine their veins dry even till they dug up dirt until they died. The frost of fear winter-deep eating into their spines if they could not make it past her paw. "I wish I understood what an idyllic life meant..and how to enjoy it. It's too bad for you. Sheep only know how to bend their necks." She didn't care for subjects to rule as power was never meant to be shared--perhaps only borrowed. But one thing will remain rooted into her thoughts as always. When prey lessens, the natural predators approach in numbers.
Another wave of people putting up that good fight before their lineage would end. "Help...me....!~"
What good would kingdoms be if it was just a lifeless box. Would the best then, feel what she feels? Would she find another even better or worse? And if they didn't, then she would go back to what instinct predated her to do anyway. KKKKHHHHHUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUSH"I can't stop.."
Under her rule, would flock the worse among varied species. Likely using this opportunity to join the winning side of a Queen. As elsewhere, Kings were dying like flies. Ahn did not seem to mind them. If they meant they could be bait, and perhaps eventual sharpening tools, then they would stay. It was better to stand behind the swing of a blade than in front after all. And Ahn had a very large blade. That she needed to replace.
"If among you is a talented smith, then your peers can worry less. Show me how your art can preserve your lives for days to come."
It was clear they would all rather cram and shuffle themselves under her arched feet over anything given that their neighbors had fallen. Her mood was as unpredictable as the weather and yet she bore well. Watching them all closely and afar as they picked apart the best that they could and even compete amongst each other. And she adored it. Just watching natural selection weed them out into the final order. A couple actually went mad over their work going as far as to kill even their own if it meant they could have that honor. It was funny to watch their fears replace their once truest priorities and turn them all into the festering squirming worms they committed to be.
So she kept them. All of even the remaining ones. "M-Madame...I--I believe I've done it!" Clamored one after a week, the second and then third and then more and more until her eyes stared into them long enough for them to decide it upon themselves how they shall determine their fate. Oh yes. Every product often had displays to show. Her eyes did catch some of cosmetic interest but the spark was lackluster until the irons might bleed some. Poor bastards. Watching as they went on and on and on in a poor man's battle to the death. For the good of the group, these brave few decided. Some sacrificing cattle and other livestock seemed to be a more sensible idea but the Sovereign only kept her eyes open for the interesting shows. At one point there was a father pitted against his son, and then a wife against her cheating lover. Her scoff was akin to lighting a match as she watched.
The nature of all living things was as true as the unfortunate series being played out. Ahn knew all too well that her influence was little to their own selfish desires. She took this time to rest again, at least close her eyes as none really even seemed to dare to approach at this point. As they had witnessed what happened to two others when they attempted and saw that their skins replaced one of their tents the next morning. At last, after the fun fest had ended, the trash heaps of failed blades tossed aside from being broken asunder in mid battle....one blade remained.
Wielded by a gaunt looking man with eyes sharper than a shoebill's. He said nothing, possibly because of the blood he had yet to spit in her presence or because of all the bruises screaming throughout his body. Holding up to her the sword that swallowed lives and spat out the meaning of power. She stood up and approached the reigning champion as the mood of the crowd dampened to low spirits knowing their end was to come.
"Wonderful." Complimented she, to the blade of choice. Black was the steel and heavy was it's grip. Wide, and perhaps half a foot shorter than her rusted claymore. It was splendid the way it felt. The way it was used. And just like her, she could tell although it was crudely made.. That it too, hungered. The dark of her hair rose again. Smiling as her complexion appeared better during the rest. The scars permanent, her beauty ever as deceiving and her eyes wholly undying. All together only making the man uncomfortable and yet familiar. "The way you...became in those crucial moments you slaughtered friends and ...oh, was that a brother? ...hh. I'd say you were waiting all along."
"....."
He was wise not to lie. Or to have said anything at all once he got here to this exact moment in time with all the other hyenas watching. She could tell by the dirt stained steel in his aged orbs that the time for lies was over and the tide of change would swell for him to ride at this glorious opportunity.
"Well this is your chance. Do what you will with what you've done. A shark like you who could kill his own brothers in the same womb must mean that you are most fit to lead." Spoken truthfully without so much as a bat to the eye. The man looking stoic, his eyes a chalice of emotion but it could not enter the matte crimson of the anointed Queen....of one settlement. He wondered...
"What happens now?" A lick to her smile as then the grin would flatten. Her hand still studying the sword before clipping it back to her back. "Well...you see...I'm a very very selfish woman. And I enjoy having stock and strong individuals in bulk should I ever run them out." One could say he was so disgusted by her arrogance that he forgot and was lost in awe. But she was truly honest. There were boars and there were some bigger boars with sharper tusks. He knew very well what they were as any small counties and settles were shuffled around to be. Investments.
Other countries were taxed on sugars, sweets, riches, currencies, misc goods. And he could tell she would make this a country by the crooked look in her eyes. That theirs would be taxed on the blood of their livelihoods if their Queen could not find a good opponent. For now they would make plans in their...settlement. Doing what they could at least with some rivals out the way unless they were to end the same. Ahn however would look at her blade and feel the eagerness of a child to test it out. That is, if anyone would wonderfully volunteer to lose meat to the extreme.
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