Attention drawn forth to the front, Noya's eyes grew wide in anticipation as he saw nothing more than a clone take the hit. Interesting! That something you just didn't see everyday! "Madaaa. . Kids got some nifty moves. " Though, his reappearance wasn't something the man had accounted for! A sudden fist funneling, plummeting forward directly into the admiral's side as a harsh grunt escaped for all but a moment, then Riven's eyes might catch it. The illusion of the man before him becoming nothing more than a bubble, popping! Left open, his own leg was brought across to attempt to smash into the kids own side and send him careening straight into the cliff side if struck. "Nice. Mind if I take that myself?"
Misujage
Technique Name: Bubble Copy Description: Any attack that can be seen, can be avoided, as long as Riven Itsunoya is fast enough to get out of the way. Riven Itsunoya leaves behind a water body double as he escapes to draw attention as he avoids in attack. Effectively leaving its range and all damage associated with it, if he can clear the range with thi technique. His ability to reappear is a maximum of fifty [50] feet. Allowing him to move about the battlefield swiftly. His Speed is increased by fifty [50] only during the maneuver. Note:: He can also use this ability without the presence of an attack to move about the battlefield. Trait(s): ??? Effect: Movement, Afterimage Range: Self // 50 feet Duration: Single Action Tier: 2 Cost 50
Not much to say besides he's stronger. Just RP the fight around a bit and I'll follow the flow with you. Stats don't mean as much here.
Posted: Sat Jun 30, 2018 6:37 am
STR 600 || SPD 404 || VIT 000 || PRW 000 || STA 100 || DEF 100 S) 800/1000 || HP 1100/1100 || SPI 368
Technique Name: Angelfish Milotic Description: Any attack that can be seen, can be avoided, as long as Riven is fast enough to get out of the way. Riven leaves behind a water body double as he escapes to draw attention as he avoids in attack. Effectively leaving its range and all damage associated with it, if he can clear the range with thi technique. His ability to reappear is a maximum of fifty [50] feet. Allowing him to move about the battlefield swiftly. His Speed is increased by fifty [50] only during the maneuver. Note:: He can also use this ability without the presence of an attack to move about the battlefield. Trait(s): Assassin, Fishman Karate Effect: Movement, Afterimage Range: Self // 50 feet Duration: Single Action Tier: 2 Cost 50 Base: Speed
"Nani?!"
He wasn't just imagining this was he, no surely this was his technique being used against him. A heavy blow felt in his side, as the young boy's body went soaring, and then boom. He hit the cliff side, small crater as it was, he stood within it. Small frame using the force at which he was kicked away to maintain balance on the side of the cliff. He looked down, peering through the sifted dust cloud from his own impact. "Right ... He was an Admuruhl ..." Which meant he probably needed help, but it also meant he would have to become 75% more Unstoppable to swing on this guy. Whatever, charge in, he was sure it would work out. "Hup!" He muttered while kicking off the wall, dashing down it as fast as he could. Well, he would have to be tricky if he was going to get a blow in, time to pull out as many stops as he could.
"Copycat ..." Grrrrr. The moment he hit the ground he gripped his blade and his body stopped moving, frozen as if locked in time. "Samurott ..." His voice came from behind Toya as he swung horizontally with his blade to cut the man across his middle. Paused. His body stopped moving again. "Front Back!" He roared from in front of the man, blade swinging horizontally in the opposite direction of the one in the back. before the blow would pause. "ASSAULT!" From above, Riven's final stand would appear, slashing directly downward in a vertical direction.
As his attack landed the much taller man gave a blink, surprised that he'd actually hit him. Or maybe he knew he would and was just being rather cheeky with his expressions at the time; who knew? "Yare Yare. . You've got too much spunk kid. . Fights like these gotta be taken slow." To enjoy it. To revel in it. To savor it. Rarely did he find a combatant that didn't fall after one or two strikes, but even rarer was someone with the bravado to keep coming at him after getting blown away. His charge was met with a smile before the slashes one after another cleaved through his form and yet again, the bubble popped as Riven slashes down. With his guard down, Noya's arm came swinging up from the kid's left and a mass of wind pressure came with it to send another slashing force of air to give him a nasty wound if hit.
Misujage
Technique Name: Bubble Copy Description: Any attack that can be seen, can be avoided, as long as Riven Itsunoya is fast enough to get out of the way. Riven Itsunoya leaves behind a water body double as he escapes to draw attention as he avoids in attack. Effectively leaving its range and all damage associated with it, if he can clear the range with thi technique. His ability to reappear is a maximum of fifty [50] feet. Allowing him to move about the battlefield swiftly. His Speed is increased by fifty [50] only during the maneuver. Note:: He can also use this ability without the presence of an attack to move about the battlefield. Trait(s): ??? Effect: Movement, Afterimage Range: Self // 50 feet Duration: Single Action Tier: 2 Cost 50
??? - Activating in 3 Turns.
Posted: Sun Jul 01, 2018 1:52 pm
STR 600 || SPD 404 [+184] || VIT 000 || PRW 000 || STA 100 || DEF 100 S) 775/1000 || HP 1100/1100 || SPI 368
Technique Name: Killer Mamoswine Description: In this state Riven floods the under part of his skin with moisture, expanding it and making it more reflective. This in turn allows him to mimic the colors around him and making him slightly harder to see. When in this form his movement is considered to be Vanishing Speed at all times. He obtains a boost to his speed stat equal to ten [10] per sixty [60] TSP the user has. Trait(s): Fishman, Anti-Devil Effect: Movement, Camouflage Range: Self Duration: 1+ Posts Tier: Anti Devil Form Cost 25 Stamina Per Post Base: Speed
Careful. Tread water. Light with your steps, and don't turn back.
A blow, decisive, he raised his blade and swung, clashing with the harsh wind before it overtook him. Sending the small fish child tumbling before he stabbed its edge into the red rock. Swinging along its hilt before he flipped onto its pommel. Crouched down as two feet made the standing blade his rest. His arms hung, and his coat billowed. Exhale, the breath he had forgotten to take in the small skirmish. His right eye closed and his left currently glaring. "You'se a century too yung to call me a kid, duder ..." He would heave another breath and raise from his crouched position. Now standing at his full height upon the planted blade. Balance, impeccable, he had trained for cool little things like this. To show the world how unstoppable he really was.
Slowly his form became opaque, and then it shimmered a bit. Like reflective glass, his outline was but what could be seen. His feet left the sword and he took off at a breakneck speed, even if seen, it was clear the boy had managed to accelerate himself beyond what he was capable of before. "Unstoppable Art ... Killer Mamoswine!" he retorted as he approached Noya at max velocity. Both hands rearing back before jetting forward. "Rocket Sharpedo!" Open palms, he wasn't one for punching people nowadays, it still didn't mean it wouldn't hurt if the blow nestled into the man's abdomen.
Impressive. No matter how many times he knocked the kid down, it seemed like he just got right back up. A strength like that could be useful if honed to the side of good. . butttt, it didn't seem Noya cared too much for all that. It was actually the latter. Expressive was his glare as the little boy spoke again, speaking like he was so much higher than the Admiral before him. Cocky little brat, that was for sure. "Kid, les' be honest here. You're in over your head. And I'm already gettin' tired of showin' you the difference between us." Blade spun in hand as he whipped it downward, wind caressing off as it blow dust and debris back. Eyes plainly staring towards the kid as he. . transformed?
Did he just become glass or something?
Before he knew what had hit him, the kid was already on him with some screech into the air. Both fists colliding with his midsection in an audible, pain filled yelp. A grunt assuring the blow, this was no clone this time and Noya's body careened out into Riven's own ship, leaving an open hole through its front section. A few moments passed as footsteps resounded, the man coming out with a more entertained face than before. One foot pressing down at the entrance, he'd lean forward while blood leaked down from an open cut across his upper forehead. "Now we're gettin' somewhere!" Finally, that was what he wanted to see. A couple of snaps of his finger and around Noya several bubbles began to form into the air, each one taking his own shape but with monotone expression. "Les' see how ya' handle my bubble buddies kid!"
The newfound army came in droves as he continued to snap and several more were formed, each one beginning to walk across the battlefield towards Riven. Let's see what you can do.
Misujage
Technique Name: Bubble Buddies Description: Itsunoya creates several copies of himself to fight in his stead. They're somewhat solid, but can be broken with a hard enough strike. Trait(s): ??? Effect: ??? Range: ??? Duration: ??? Tier: ??? Cost ???
??? - Activating in 2 Turns.
Posted: Sun Jul 01, 2018 3:42 pm
STR 600 || SPD 404 [+184] || VIT 000 || PRW 000 || STA 100 || DEF 100 S) 700/1000 || HP 1100/1100 || SPI 368
Technique Name: Angelfish Milotic Description: Any attack that can be seen, can be avoided, as long as Riven is fast enough to get out of the way. Riven leaves behind a water body double as he escapes to draw attention as he avoids in attack. Effectively leaving its range and all damage associated with it, if he can clear the range with thi technique. His ability to reappear is a maximum of fifty [50] feet. Allowing him to move about the battlefield swiftly. His Speed is increased by fifty [50] only during the maneuver. Note:: He can also use this ability without the presence of an attack to move about the battlefield. Trait(s): Assassin, Fishman Karate Effect: Movement, Afterimage Range: Self // 50 feet Duration: Single Action Tier: 2 Cost 50 Base: Speed
Technique Name: Killer Mamoswine Description: In this state Riven floods the under part of his skin with moisture, expanding it and making it more reflective. This in turn allows him to mimic the colors around him and making him slightly harder to see. When in this form his movement is considered to be Vanishing Speed at all times. He obtains a boost to his speed stat equal to ten [10] per sixty [60] TSP the user has. Trait(s): Fishman, Anti-Devil Effect: Movement, Camouflage Range: Self Duration: 1+ Posts Tier: Anti Devil Form Cost 25 Stamina Per Post Base: Speed
"Huff ...." Water began to fall from his body, and slowly he came back into regular view. He was gripping his side, his right side so to speak. Where he had taken a blow to his body after trying to curve the initial wind blast. He couldn't figure it out, he had never experienced a gap like this before. Not even between him and Crea. Him and anyone, there was never someone stronger than him. it must have been a mistake. "Dun worry ... I'm gonna do it ..." Flicker out, his body turned to water as he shifted to grip his blade once more. Sword. Good. he could use this.
The water began to solidify under his skin once more as he took off. He would test the nearest one with the blade, swinging on it horizontally, whether it was destroyed or not he would continue by that one. He was already injured, if he kept fighting like this against fakes he'd be in a bigger heap of trouble. He had to try and plow through them to get to Noya. So that would be his goal, cut a path straight through. Determination fixated upon his face. Win. He just had to win, and never lose again.
Bone to bone. Ash to ash. Steel to bubble. As he resolved his next set of motions Noya watched from his location above, in the makeshift seat made by the hole. One hand on his chin as the kid charged through clone after clone, each one popping loudly as he made slashes. They were usually a bit tougher, but with his strength at that level Noya assumed that much would happen, at least. His assessment was whole. "Well, the kid is on the right track at least. Maybe with a few more years he'll be wor-"BOOM! CRACKLE! It clamored loud; the sudden laser fire smashing directly into the front of Riven's ship as pink colored smoke light from ambient flashing fire. From debris rose one blonde, her clothes in tatters while standing a bit off to the side. Shio watched with anger in her vision, looking over to Riven who had been fighting. "Stop fighting him! He's not someone you can beat! I said run away, now run away!" Even now, he hand glowed this odd energy, preparing to fire again if need be but watching to see if it was a necessity She'd never fought Itsunoya before, but if he was of Admiral strategy then there wasn't a doubt in her mind that the man was strong. How strong just hadn't registered.
Moments passed as he came walking from the smog, his upper torso covered in what looked like blast markings but for the most part alright. Cheeky b***h. "Woman, I told you this ain't got s**t to do with ya', so explain why you're buttin' your nose in Government affairs. Ya' know, even top brass can't protect you from openly attackin' an Admiral while he's doin' his duty." Waving a bland finger, he'd turn his head back to Riven then to Shio once again. She, on the other hand, pointed her sword forward while snarling in anger."I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU OR HIM OR ANY OF YOU GOVERNMENT MORONS HAVE TO SAY ANY LONGER! THIS IS MY OWN DECREE!" Slamming her sword into the rockface, she'd bark once again. "I ********' QUIT!"
Well. . That was quite a bit. It was Riven's choice now. Continue to fight or flee the scene while he had the chance.
Misujage
Technique Name: Bubble Buddies Description: Itsunoya creates several copies of himself to fight in his stead. They're somewhat solid, but can be broken with a hard enough strike. Trait(s): ??? Effect: ??? Range: ??? Duration: ??? Tier: ??? Cost ???
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Posted: Tue Jul 03, 2018 7:10 am
STR 600 || SPD 404 [+184] || VIT 000 || PRW 000 || STA 100 || DEF 100 S) 675/1000 || HP 1100/1100 || SPI 368
Technique Name: Killer Mamoswine Description: In this state Riven floods the under part of his skin with moisture, expanding it and making it more reflective. This in turn allows him to mimic the colors around him and making him slightly harder to see. When in this form his movement is considered to be Vanishing Speed at all times. He obtains a boost to his speed stat equal to ten [10] per sixty [60] TSP the user has. Trait(s): Fishman, Anti-Devil Effect: Movement, Camouflage Range: Self Duration: 1+ Posts Tier: Anti Devil Form Cost 25 Stamina Per Post Base: Speed
High on Blood
His blade weaved through the clones, only strong enough to cleave them in two. Skint markings danced upon his glistening skin, in portions would they make his camouflage fade out. Still he clashed for as long as he could, heaving a breath after the clones were dispersed, it wasn't until then he had caught wind of the beam that Shio had fired off. His left hand gripping the wound on his side, panting to catch his breath.
Doesn't it feel ...
"If ya wanted me ta leev ...." he exhaled sharply, gripping his blade in both hands as his body blurred. Stepping from his position over to Shio where he stood in front of her, glaring at Noya's position. He didn't know a lot of things, especially after losing Cezar's mind, but he knew how to fight, and that was kinda all he had. "Why ya still here giving me sumthin ta' protect ..." He was the Hero after all, and he couldn't just leave Shio alone after everything he said. He was the one that believed it the most, even if it wasn't true. Until he could get over it, it would still be in his heart. That the people who chose to join were good, and he would fight the World so they could be free. His small chest heaved up and down, fingers shaking. He hadn't even managed to land a blow yet, this guy could even use his Milotic technique better. Or maybe he was just that much quicker than Merlin was. And a surprise attack like Mamoswine wouldn't work again. What else did he have ....
There was a quiet now after that decree. Noya and Shio staring to one another.
His head slowly turned, looking her over pretty blankly then going over to Riven. "Huh. . Is this kid really worth all that trouble, woman? Cause what'cher sayin' is that your're not only turnin' ya back on the World Government, but ya' brother as well. Tell ya' what, I'mma give ya' some reprieve; go capture the kid and bring em; to me and we'll sweep this entire shindig under the r-"BOOM! Another crackle of pink Ionic energy hit the ship as her hand slowly came down, more angry than even before. All this time she was so afraid to fight what she believed in. Riven had taught her long ago that she was supposed to live her own life. . How foolish of her to have forgotten that! "I made my choice! I'm tired of being forced to do s**t I don't wanna do! Riven was right. . He's always been right! So I'm not ever gonna turn my back on him or my ideals again!" That was so heartfelt. It almost made Noya jerk a tear. . Was that before or after his arm had plummeted into her chest?
It was quick. Almost too quick for her to perceive His action of moving from the ship to her location wasn't even registered. . . He'd been holding back this entire time!? Blood dripped from the wound as she hacked it onto the ground; Itsunoya standing above her with a grim expression - his lackadaisical nature seemingly gone. Fire unlike before laid within his eyes. "Thas' great. Glad ya' figured out how ya' wanna live, but that don't change s**t bout the situation. Ya' just don't go doin' mutiny against the Word Government. We haven't had an execution in quite some time. . " Removed was his hand from her chest as Shio slowly fell to her knees, a face of shock. S-She couldn't move? "Riven! Riven please!" Her voice ached as her head turned, tears beginning to stream down her face. Fear. . and anxiety. It all mixed.
"Please. . Run. ." Her soft words were spoken with a smile but her face was met with a earth shattering kick to send her flying right through Riven's boat. Noya staring at it momentarily before raising his Crimson color Den Den Mushi. "Boss, yer' sister quit. . She's ordered to execution for mutiny and the kids still here. . " That's when a familiar voice would finally be heard to the younger child, as HE spoke. The man he'd been looking for all this time. "He can hear me I'm presuming?" Itsunoya hai'd in response before the little snail would laugh.
"My boy, you've gotten out of hand. . Too much out of hand. When I raised you back from the dead, it was because I wanted you to be a weapon for me, but now look at all the trouble you've caused. Honestly, you're a waste of funds." The snail would take a breath, shaking its head while smiling. "It truly saddens me to see you die. . You and my sister, but I won't be tolerating your existence anymore. You're a smudge on the name Blackheart. You. Her. And my Father. All of you and your ways are nothing but your idiotic ideals being allowed to run rampant. I won't sit idly by anymore. From this moment, you are the most vile criminal this world will ever known. You will be hunted through every nook and cranny there is. And when I catch you, you'll suffer the same fate as the rest of my cursed clan."
A pause, the deafening silence. "Goodbye, Riven. The next time we meet will be at your execution." Then nothing. Noya rubbed the back of his head, putting the snail away as he shifted in attention. Man. . That was rough. Not knowing what to say, the Admiral shifted on his heel to turn away. Even this didn't sit right with him. ". . Man, sure'd be a shame if someone got away from me cause my side hurt so bad. . Sure would be terrible. ." This is your last chance Riven. Your last hope. Run.
Misujage
Posted: Wed Jul 04, 2018 11:27 pm
STR 600 || SPD 404 [+184] || VIT 000 || PRW 000 || STA 100 || DEF 100 S) 675/1000 || HP 1100/1100 || SPI 368
Technique Name: Killer Mamoswine Description: In this state Riven floods the under part of his skin with moisture, expanding it and making it more reflective. This in turn allows him to mimic the colors around him and making him slightly harder to see. When in this form his movement is considered to be Vanishing Speed at all times. He obtains a boost to his speed stat equal to ten [10] per sixty [60] TSP the user has. Trait(s): Fishman, Anti-Devil Effect: Movement, Camouflage Range: Self Duration: 1+ Posts Tier: Anti Devil Form Cost 25 Stamina Per Post Base: Speed
Suddenly, his heartbeat seemed so much louder. Louder than it had ever been in his entire life. It was everything he could hear, and it just kept growing in volume. Every action that took place around him, every word spoken out of a Mouth. It was all a crazy blur, and the beating of his chest. That rang out in his ears, it was blinding. He could feel it, his entire being fading to black. What was he supposed to do at this point, when the noise within his rib cage was absolving all that he was into this. Just sound, nothing but sound. There was no sight, no feeling, it was only ever sound. And the only sound he could remember, was the noise within his chest.
He didn't remember the way Oshino spoke to him.
He could not remember how Shio became to be so injured.
He didn't know how he had fled the Mountain, how his feet carried him. How his eyes cried out in pain. The hands cupped over his mouth to keep him from screaming, because if he were to scream it would become real. he did not remember how the marks on the lower half of his face had come to take birth there. His fingers pressed too tight, dare not let a scream come through. Why would he want to shout so haughtily. The ship he had to pilot alone, for the Skypeians had already fled for fear of their lives. He would not awaken for quite some time. His mind had to repress all of these things, because he wasn't yet ready to deal with the truth of the matter.
Perhaps when he awoke from this frantic state, perhaps when he could find a place for Shio to rest. A place for her to heal ... A place to be safe. Hunt ... Was Oshino going to hunt him now ... Bury it. Riven. Bury it all. At lest for now, you had to steel your heart. If only for the fact you had to survive, not only your life hung in the balance.
Traveling in fancy, big boat fashion, Enka happily spent his time more with Zhele than Komachi. Showing her around. Introducing her to the ships crew, whom all were enamored by the duos exotic looks and overall, telling her about his life. Of course, between that, he snuck in a few perverse hugs, knocked things over on purpose to watch her bend over, and, even asked her to bathe with him once. Though, that didn't boil over well with Red-chan, so he left it alone. Entering into the Grand Line was a bit rocky, but it was quick enough and finally, when they arrived, Iyame seemed to come out of hiding. "Hai!"Standing next to the young boy with his hair now bright red (He'd asked Zhele to dye it for him.), was a even younger one with blonde tresses and golden eyes. Patting him on the back, Enka leaned forward to the duo. "And this is Iyame! You can call him little Yame for short! He's my best friend! The two had been insuperable for as long as the marine could recall. They ran about in the navy for about a year now, doing things that most adults couldn't even fathom.
Of course, it could've been due to their genes being super doped because of their parents, but that was besides the point.
When the docked the place seemed to still be in ruin and the mood of the lad quickly shifted. His eyes narrowed and he turned to his regime, arms crossed. "Men and. .err, ladies! We disembark! Our mission is to help as many people as we can and provide some aid to reconstruction. With our help we should be able to fix things up lickity split." Nodding, he pointed to the two fresh recruits. "You two, no messin' around. This is serious. Get out there and show me that you wanna be marines! Alright Blackheart Company! Break!"And with that he zipped off in a beam of light, hurrying off to the island to do what he could for the people. With him on the forefront they could get this done in no time flat!
If someone had once asked Komachi if she'd ever consider a life of serving the Marines and helping people all day, she would have laughed and said '******** that s**t'. And yet, here she was. Uniform and all. She sighed, taking a deep swig of some sake, letting out a deep relieved sigh. She'd gone without a drink for way too damn long and that s**t made her way more irritable than normal. Things on this ship weren't all bad at least. She had Zhele and that alone seemed to calm her down as the days went by. The nobody marines on deck also seemed to be very agreeable to anything she or Zhele asked which made things easier as well. Honestly she might have even helped dye the brats hair if he had asked but whatever. She'd prolly have goofed it up while intoxicated anyways.
Once they had arrived to their intended destination, the redheaded drunkard walked out, sake bottle in hand as she looked around. "s**t place looks more ******** than that one place i trashed..." She commented casually, thinking back to Minion Island where she was learning how all this sand stuff worked. "I mean I don't really want to be but here I am..." She grumbled under her breath, taking another large gulp from her sake bottle. With a soft huff afterwards, she smiled a bit, enjoying the warm fuzzy feeling as she dissolved her legs, 'flying' out towards the island itself.
She looked around, not really sure even where to start honestly. She had a much better knack for breaking than fixing. She scratched the back of her head as she looked around and started to use her sand to sweep away rubble and debris for the most part, gathering it all up into a pile for anything that was too busted to just be put back into place. Using her sand for this seemed a bit dumb, but it was legitimately probably the fastest way to move all this s**t out of the way and she wasn't even sure what else to do while others started gathering materials to fix busted buildings and s**t. Once everything was cleaned up she could also use her sand to help transport materials as needed but it just felt so...mundane. Was this all the damn Marines did every day? God she'd lose her mind if this was the case.
XXXXZhele was actually getting along swimmingly with the crew! In fact, the whole crew adored the squid girl and her cooking! They were so nice to her. Helping her with any menial task. She didn't even have to ask. Who knew marines could be nice?! I mean, Hammond had been such a violent creep! Zhele made a mental note to give that psycho a wide berth if she ever saw him again. Hell, she was lucky that she would even be able to see him after what he did. F*cking lunatic!
Zhele was not content with just spending time with her fellow sailors however, spending most of her free time and nights cuddling up as much as possible to Red, her newish girlfriend. Zhele got warm tingly feelings in her stomach whenever she saw the woman, especially when she caught Komachi raiding Zhele's stash of home made booze & sake! It did her heart good to see how much her work was appreciated! The girl hummed a tune wherever she went, clearly at home on the sea even if she couldn't swim anymore. She took every chance she could to fill her nostrils with that briny air! AAAH~! A sigh escaped from salted lungs, passing over her moist lips.
Enka had been quite needy during the voyage as well! Though Zhele was all too happy to oblige! The boy seemed to crave a mother figure. One time he even asked Zhele to take a bath with him! The poor boy must be so starved for attention.. of course this was much to the chagrin of Komachi, who kept insisting that his intentions were anything but pure. How harmful could it be? All he wanted one day was for Zhele to dye his hair, and she was overjoyed to help. He picked a very vibrant orangish-red. Though she found it peculiar that he wanted such a drastic change, she didn't ask, and only hummed happily as she had shampooed the boy's hair.
Zhele spent most of the restoration efforts handing out food to those who needed it, enlisting the help of Enka's friend Iyame. He was also a sweet boy, she thought. "Make sure to give them the right proportions~" She cooed, measuring out the food for him. It was so nice to be helpful. Though, Zhele hadn't had much relief lately and could feel that frustration mounting. A small vein on her head throbbed as she slowly grew more and more uncomfortable as the day went on. Damn she needed Komachi.. She often caught herself staring at the red-head's back-side as she worked. Those glutes tightening as she lifted heavy things.. rawr~. Once! She gave Komachi a nice, reeled back slap right on the a**! "Just a taste for later~" She managed to purr in Red's ear as she passed, face immediately returning to that cheerful innocence that she had so easily adopted.
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Posted: Tue Jul 10, 2018 8:29 pm
[Enter from Whiskey Peak]
Although Masae's thighs seemed to be first class, if they were not put to use then there was no fun to be had. And the girl also seemed to spend too much time thinking about the shirtless man, instead of pouncing him already. The mink was only able to sigh as she feared that Masae would not put her weapons to use for a long time. A pity indeed. Unless the girl accepted Lyre's two in one coaching, but that seemed unlikely as well. In the end, the trio moved to the next destination to be restored after Whiskey Peak. The very same entrance she was kicked out from when she had just gotten into the Grand Line, after coming down the Reverse Mountain. The Twin Capes where two lighthouses once stood. And now apparently only one remained from the destruction caused by the reckless combatants who chose that space for their battlefield.
"Oh! That's the baldie's ship!" she explained while leaning over the railing. Her hair and tail were being caressed by the sea's breeze. Although it was a bit chilly, she did not feel cold at all thanks to her fur. Once it seemed that the ship was about to be docked at the destroyed lighthouse's cape, Lyre took the form of a wolf, using the ability granted to her by the Devil Fruit she consumed, and followed the scents of Azusa and Masae, to find them and let them know that they had arrived before moving out to work on the restoration herself. She obviously would not interrupt them if they were together in a locked room, maybe eavesdrop for a while but nothing more. In that case, she would slip a note below the door and go out like planned.
Once on land, she would organize other recruits like a herd of sheep, sending them into the broken lighthouse to remove the debris before they could proceed with the repairs. The sight of a wolf giving orders to grown men and women, while also pulling a cart full of debris out of the lighthouse, was surreal but, nobody seemed to mind.
[ Strengh: 000 || Prowess: 000 || Defense: 100 || Speed: 060 || Stamina: 025 || Vitality: 000 ] [ HP: 370 || Stamina: 470 || Spirit: 054 || Race: Skypiean || Perk: Energetic || Traits: Devil Fruit // Entertainer // Doctor || TSP (Total Stat Points): 192 || Devil Fruit: Barrier Barrier | Bari Bari no Mi ]
Two new female recruits. An unforseen circumstance and not really a welcome one either. Iyame saw little logic in inviting those two on board but it was on a whim that Enka did so. He did this quite often which led Junior to question his leadership skills. As he would pack moresupplies in his bag, the young marine would think on his own position in the marines. He hadn’t received as many promotions as Enka but that was probably due to Iyame’s very passive take on combat. He preferred to defend people rather than attack.
”Maybe I should start trying to catch pirates... Am I even strong enough to do that?” A pause. He would stand there staring into his bag. All types of snacks and juice pouches were inside but he wasn’t exactly looking at the contents. The young boy was just deep in thought. How would he be as great a marine as his father if he did not subdue and capture pirates? This conflict with his passive nature and the constant conflict that surrounded his occupation made advancement nearly impossible. Iyame needed to be more proactive.
Movement could now be heard above deck which would snap Junior out of his deep thought. He would finish packing his bag and head above deck to see everyone was busy at work! Unloading supplies from the ship and taking it mainland to start undoing the property damage that the pirates caused. ”Are all the people down here really this... chaotic?” Words whispered to himself. He would shake his head and head down off the ship and on to land. Aiding in whatever way he could! Moving supplies and helping to unpack them from their crates. He was not the best when it came to manual labor but he would do his part to be helpful!
(OOC: The selflessness of this reconstruction...) Word Count: 305
