With her blade still inside of him Thaddeus would lock eyes with the woman. The same intense look plastered on his ginger face. Blood staining his stripped jumper.
"You ******** you stupid ******** style="color: dimgrey">He would curse clutching his new wound after she'd remove her blade from him. He couldn't believe it, first that these do goody marines would just stab him with intent to kill, and second off because of how fast she was, his wheely chair rolling away Thaddeus would process all of this new information. His left shoulder had been stabbed clean through, looking through that gash he could see the brown leather of the chair he was sitting in. Now in attack mode Thaddeus' would let his wraith be known his right forearm would open like a latch. His arm scope would emerge from it locked onto the Marine like an instinct, hand firmly gripping his light gun. The marble floors of the executive office would be stained with blood soon enough, Thaddeus had no intent of winning, he simply wouldn't go down like a b***h. It was prison rules after all, what would the boy on the yard think? With his right he would send three light rounds straight her way. Perhaps that would even out the score now from a 5 foot distance she would turn toward him.
While his left shoulder was punctured he wasn't immobile, she hadn't dislocated it with her clean cut the ginger marksmen was very much still in the game. Nothing a few stitches couldn't fix, the doctor would made sure to slowly rip out locks from her head to do the stitching after he blew a hole in her tight a**. He anticipated her to sprint and dodge his bullets, each of which were loaded with that nasty little vanilla toxin, that outta slow her speedy a** down.But he knew that wouldn't be enough if this marine were anything like the last simple tactics wouldn't be enough to hold her down, Thaddeus would have to put her down. So more intericate planning had to be put into each step he made, he wouldn't fire carelessly he'd spread each of his shots out moving from right to left spraying the entire area in front of him in a 360 spin motion, the wheely chair only aided the effortlessness of the attack, and combine with his knowledge of shooting moving targets each bullet would force the marine off course, or better yet she'd have to create her own. As she wouldn't turn to face him, pointing her sword menacingly she'd be met with 3 of Thaddeus' silent replies.
"You think you can turn your back on me? Do you have any idea who you're dealing with!"
He would scream his left hand folding back, revealing his oh so trusty hand cannon. Kicking off the floor Thaddeus would thrust himself back, 10ft to the edge of the office, balancing himself on the chair he now had a vantage point of sorts. Multiple thoughts going through his head the marksmen had a revelation, It was funny this marine and him shared more than 1 similarity and yet they were polar opposites. A respected marine, and a dastardly pirate, both red hair, 1 a boy and 1 a girl, yet both of them honed their skills to become human weapons. While Thaddeus' would say Luka sold her soul to the government, training her body to their design. Thaddeus sold his soul to the highest bidder, sacrificing his body to be come the weapon his his own design. Food for thought. Arm scope tracking the marine Thaddeus would fire powerful blasts of explosives in rapid succession. Blowing the office asunder. While the marine was his primary target Thaddeus would intentionally use this excessive amount of force not only to send a message, but to damage the structural integrity of the top level office. As Luka would be cased around by Thaddeus' one after another cannon blasts she would begin to feel the marble floor under her being to crack, the walls around begin to crumble and each and every window would be shattered by the force of each blast. In the wake of his barrage a cloud of thick smoke in a room set a blaze. burning paper and wood fluttered about. The multiple explosions would 90% attract more marines Thaddeus' cared little he would take the entire base on if he had too. By destroying these government dogs head office would already make him a legend in jail, killing on of them would make him a god in the eyes of all young pirates. He wasn't doing anything but making a name for himself.
"You f*cked me over in Torino you know, let my bounty get away you f*cking c*cksucker!"
He would growl his own face cover in black sute and ash. Fire surrounding him yet he didn't seem bothered standing on the wheely chair. Taking out one of his cigars, he would hold it to a flame. Placing the lit cigar between his make he would smoke it thinking he'd smoked the Marine blowing her to bit. However Thaddeus was experience enough to know nothing was ever that easy. He damn well expected that b***h to walk out of the fire in 1 piece. Perhaps not in the greatest shape but still in 1 piece.
"My f*cking arm.... I hope your satisfied with your answer, pig! It don't matter to me or not if you stay down, you'll die here."
He threatened his weapons at the ready, just after he would say this a large portion of the room would crumble, falling off to the side reveling the ruination of the room to the outside onlookers. parts of the interior falling down the 100 foot drop. Just as Thaddeus' planned if he couldn't break the window he would create a window. His long red hair would flow violently through the new breeze, his hair mimicking the fire inside of his eyes. If luka squinted through the smoke, she'd be able to make out a smile on his menacing face.
Tier 2! – Destroying a Small Group of Buildings or Landmarks (1,000 words)
Moving Target Description: Learning how to strike a moving target, the marksmen gets a boost of +10 acc to aid him in his attack. This technique can be used 3 times before having a 1 post cooldown.
Unfortunately for Thaddeus, much of what he had planned to do would never be properly completed thank to the intervention of a more focused redhead. He had intended to do far too much without interruption but alas, that's exactly what would happen. He wouldn't get to the point of destroying the entire office as Luka would act long before then. In fact she would act after he had revealed his cyborg nature by creating a scope from inside his arm to work with the pistol he drew. He had already given her an answer to the question by preparing to attack her further. He would have to be carried to the infirmary unconscious and bloody before he was sent back to his lonely prison cell with increased security if anything.
Her eyes stayed upon him as he drew his gun and set up a scope to assist with his aiming. a horrible way to aim and s**t a handgun truthfully but that was his own choice. He was slower than Luka however and a mere 5 feet was nothing when you had a long bladed weapon in your hands. After he fired the first round from her left, Luka ducked under it as the shots panned over towards her right side while the man started shooting over in his attempt to shoot around the room but that's when Luka intervened upon his attack plan. She had reverse her blade while she ducked and as she closed that minor gap, she would drive her blade through that mechanical cyborg arm and stab through to pin it into the wall that was to Thaddeus' left side (which would have been in the way of him spinning around anyways) as she reached down at her right hip to unsheathe Musashi with her left hand at the same time. The new blade would be pointed at the man's chest in the close proximity while his gun holding arm was now bloodily pinned to the wall and his bleeding was now twice as bad.
"You clearly aren't entirely organic but you still have blood. At this rate you won't have too much left should you continue to resist. You can surrender now and consciously, or I can carry your bleeding and unconscious body to the infirmary myself before we lock you back up. I'll not ask again." She glared at him, fully prepared to make things as bad for the man as he let her. Should he keep resisting, then harsher punishments would have to be dealt and the loss of body parts was currently a possibility.
Human: +20 Power | +20 Speed Swordswoman: +40 Power | +40 Speed Aizu Kunisada | 会津国貞 (Wazamono) | Superior Grade: +50 Power and +50 Speed Musashi no Kami Kanenaka (武蔵守兼中) | Superior Grade:+80 Endurance & +20 Speed
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Summary Luka ducked under the first few shots before she closed the small distance between the two. She then drove her blade into Thaddeus' right forearm for 117 points of damage and into the wall he was right next to, pinning his arm as her other blade was drawn and pointed at him. He should have a new moderate wound that will bleed for an additional 20 HP per post added to the first one.
At the start of your next post, Thaddeus should have lost 294 HP counting the bleed of both wounds. Assuming I mathed your HP correctly, you should have a maximum of 327 based upon your exp and Endurance stat. You will bleed out to 0 HP after another post round assuming you are not attacked again before then.
Also, as Luka interrupted the completion of your Tier 2 Destruction, Thaddeus shall not gain the exp nor bounty increase associated with it.
And with that, her opponent had accepted her final offer to surrender. She nodded as she took his words as that acceptance. She would pull her blade from both the wall and his arm as blood would start to flow freely from his new injury. She would note him slipping from consciousness as he lost more blood and so she would begin ripping up her own short sleeves, one for each injury to tie them tightly about his shoulder and forearm as the man passed out. From there she merely cleaned the blood from Aizu with her handkerchief and returned it to the sheath at her left hip and Musashi to the one at her right hip. From there she would place her handcuffs upon the man and separate his pistols from him as she carried his limp form out of the now messy office. She had a good deal of more reports to make after she made sure this guy was locked up again properly. Should he break out again however, the punishment would be far worse than a few holes in his body.
"Ayaaaaaaa! I just want some sake! Can we at least wait til I can get my feet back on the ground before goin' into these stuffy shirt meetings?" Words of a blonde too tired from the journey in the new world. Sporting the look of an olden samurai but on his back a clear as day coat saying the words admiral. One of the world's three powers had finally come home and to some starch news no less. "Sir, in the last three months and especially since the incident with the Thief King, piracy is at an all time high. Destruction runs rampant, so much so that we can't stop it all. Our usual methods aren't working. We're too thinly spread." Hmm. . As he'd thought, Oshino wouldn't even think of the aftermath that came with an Emperor appearing in the Blue Sea. Still, he'd expected him to know of the repercussions and that might be the reason why he allowed his son to roam freely. Either way, the reports were earnest. He couldn't lie; the truth was right there. New pirates sprouted up day after day. It was time they sprung themselves into action. Once reaching the meeting hall, Chikami finally spoke. "Alright, I have an order to all higher brass marines! You are to take up mantle for any lower ranks you find in your vicinity and place them within your squadron. If you are a chore boy, you will be assigned to a stronger squad leader."
After a few minutes and looking through documents, the Admiral continued. "There will be four major squadrons, each split among the four blues. I charge North Blue to Juusa Dhepriz! West Blue to Merlin Blackheart! East Blue to Enka Blackheart! And South Blue to Luka Scarlet! They may choose their subordinates how they wish, but no marine should be out wandering alone any longer. Take this as a direct order from the admiral himself! Further, I'd like to announce that the renovation of Impel Down is almost complete and when it is, any pirate with a bounty of over 15,000,000 will be sent there post haste. Relay this to our operatives in the field." After his orders, the marines scattered to get the job done. Chikami let loose a sigh, leaning back in his chair. "I'm too young for this."
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PonderingPenguin
Ryunosuke Ryusei
Posted: Wed Apr 12, 2017 4:30 am
As he sat there trying to enjoy his drink, suddenly another marine burst into the room holding a report. Chikami paid little notice to his flustered state; merely waving his hand at all the racket he'd made."Could ya' at least waited til I finished drinking?" Of course not - the marines eyes rose, handing over yet another slip of documents. Though this time, it was something interesting."Oh. . . Merlin S. Blackheart, aye? Isn't he a Commander?"The Admiral's eyes sprawled over to the other, whom only nodded in response. "So, I guess this is insubordination. . At a time like this when we need to save face for the public? Couldn't he have done this with Oshino instead. . Haaaaa. . . . " Rising from his chair, the blonde grasped his blade laying to his side with a very bland expression. There was also a raid going on, so it was his best bet to go make sure their Commander wasn't doing anything foolish out there with those pirates. "Hmph. Alright, as I've also heard, Kano is being taken over. Send Enka and Miss Scarlet there to handle that. We don't know what force is attempting to get a hold on things. These pirates have gotten far to liberal with how they go about things. It's time we make an example out of them. Also, let them both know to exterminate the threat with extreme prejudice." With that, he headed to the docks and onward to Lyneel Kingdom.
PRW 300 [500] || SPD 165 || END 175/200 || STR 00 || INT 00 DEX 240 [440] || HP 1480/1480 || SPI 312/512
A River in a Dry Land. That was how he felt when he approached the building. Like a breath of new life had come to gather within his heart. Another chance, the first of many to come he would think. This youthful body, the power it had accumulated so swiftly. To go from loser to one sided victor in battle against the same opponents. It was the perfect moment to release the memories she held at bay. And now, she had all of the control she could ever want or need. Slowly, for whatever odd reason, she would ascend the lengths of the towering building. People frantically escaping as she made her slow motions to go to the very apex. Nothing but the top, and she took his time in this office. Securing it, as best as he could.
His hand touched the top of the tower, the workers had crowded outside to see where he stood. Him, a Commodore in the Marines was acting very sporadically. Even for one so young as he. His indigo shaded eyes had deepened since Skypeia. Slowly coming back to full life, she was having no troubles in controlling this body. She took on a hefty smile and let loose a cracking laugh from atop the monument of peace. "AHAHAHAHAHA!" He would bellow to the skies, his voice didn't carry far. He wasn't very loud, but those beneath the building could hear him just fine. Oh? Was climbing a building not worrisome enough? Of course not, before he had reached the top. He had managed to go through the entire of the building, weakening its infrastructure. The Pillars that allowed the floors to be solid, of course tampering with them wasn't enough to make the building topple. As well, he wouldn't want it to fall while he was inside. Not that being on top of the building would be much better.
His hands would raise and with it the water above his form would shake and quiver. The onlookers watched the show. As the sunlight did dance would the condensing of water. He would watch in splendor, Riven was much more adept at Fishman Karate than she ever was. And this excited the fleeting Conqueror. Taken down all too soon by Shio Blackheart. "Enough of this farce!" Her hands whipped out theatrically and at once crashed down on the building. The shockwave ate through the building like a hot knife through butter. Bit by bit the pillars upon the floors would explode from the overwhelming pressure. Crumbling, debris crashing down. Those whom had gathered had taken to the streets. Doing their best to evade destruction, those who couldn't would be crushed under mounds of dirt and haughty boulders. He cared not for their lives. As the dust diminished itself, leaving him to sit their alone. A lone chair had somehow magically survived the destruction. A large patch of floor, perhaps six feet by seven feet remained about the rubble. There he sat, in a chair clad in red satin with cherrywood oak coated in gold. He would remain, legs crossed and den den mushi pressed to his lips. "One. Two. Three. Four. I. De. Clare. War."
Major Destruction [ 532 / 500 ]
Posted: Sat May 20, 2017 11:20 am
-------- Her plan was to finally buy a blade so that she could combat the problems of the future. She felt safe with sword in hand, a defense mechanism against the world. With a blade, she could protect herself. She had been trained in the art, and now, without one she was like everyone else. She was defenseless, more aware of the problems of the world. She had only been a marine for such a small amount of time that he could understand why her brother had fled. Doing things was hard, but she had been training people in the way of the blade for such a long time. She had to be a leader! Maybe she should ask the captain. He had made it to the top ranks, but how? She had been reading up on Luka, Enka and the Captain. She felt even thinking his name would be that of an omen. He was above her in rank, she was but a moor to him, an untouchable. To be a child prodigy like Merlin and make it all the way to captain in such a small amount of time? She then paused the thought. There were many children running around the marines. Why? --------"One. Two. Three. Four. I. De. Clare. War." The words breaking her thought process. It was the captain's voice. Raised eyebrows, she pulled into the marine base docks and saw it. He had destroyed it all. She walked slowly, watching the people flee. It made no sense, nor did it make sense to walk into the belly of the beast. Pain, power and pointlessness. That's what she gathered from the destruction. Maybe it was a midlife crisis thing, or the stress of work. She had seen him take in the pirates in the sky area. She hadn't gathered the name, but she had helped fix the place...The Captain had put out fires. She stood, the wind picking up as she stared up to her captain, or was it former? No sword, no weapon, not even an ability she could truly preform to defend herself. She looked to the captain with a lump in her throat. M-Mer-- She thought as she looked to him. She wondered if he could even see her. Was she but an ant to him and his power? The lump burned hard in her throat, her body set aflame. She was angry, as if everything she was fighting for was being tested. Where was the justice in this? "Captain Merlin!" She shouted, emerald hues glaring. "What is the meaning of this! What is your reason for your declaration of war!?" Her hands balled to fists. Her eyes burned with anger, a passion to save what couldn't be saved. "What is your cause!" She shouted, lips folded. She demanded answers! She deserved them! If this was what it was like on the top, what truly was justice? If the marines destroyed their own, what was the point? -------- -------- ooc:
[ There comes a time in every man’s life where he winds up with a job far crappier than the last. Employees clearly don’t care about the sanitation of their working establishments, seems like everywhere you look something's going wrong, and worst of all, with but a single glance, you can tell the repair bill for the place is going to be one hell of a pain in the neck. For Freed Wolkhaikson, that time is now. The freshly dressed man stands on the edge of the massive ship sent to pick he and the other new recruits up. Unlike the others, whom are all so uniform and proper, this man decided to show up in sports shorts, sneakers, a hoodie, and a snapback twisted back atop his head. The usual attire he had grown accustomed to. With his hands set warmly within the pockets of his hoodie, Freed stares at what should be the dawn of his future. The beginning to his rise. At least, it should have been.
Instead, he and the other just as surprised rookies stare at the remains of a large structure, clearly having been taken down through force. Smoke and grainy dust does a wispy dance off of the wreckage, while groups of ships roll past his own, in a desperate attempt to flee. “Uh, isn’t the welcoming party supposed to be that way?” he asks the closest man behind him, pointing over his shoulder with a thumb towards the panicked island. The others start to get worried, concerned over the fallen head building, and the fleets of vessels leaving the island base. “Huh?” he questions, as their ship begins to slow down. The captain of the transport vessel steps out of his office, trying to explain the situation, while preparing to turn away and leave with the other cowards. With a confused grunt, Freed turns back to the island and crouches. His eyes lock onto the closest escape boat for lunging atop it, and repeating the process to make his way for land.
“Sorry, but I’m tired of hangin’ with you guys. This is where I get off!” he exclaims. Within time he lands onto the island with a skidding halt. Strong hands pat down his clothing before the man’s eyes look up to view the carnage up close. He whistles, impressed at the scene. People run past him, while others, the brave ones, make an effort to help out those in harm’s way or too far distraught to move on their own. After all, the place they felt to be the safest in the world has just been brought into chaos. The question now is, by who. “I gotta hand it to em. I can’t say their choice in decoration is the best, but these guys sure know how to get the blood pumping. So much for a formal welcome party.” he says before heading for the ruined head building. ]
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Misujage
Genji Gincosu
Posted: Sun May 21, 2017 8:48 am
PRW 400 || SPD 265 || END 300/300 || STR 000 || INT 025 || ACC 000 DEX 320 || HP 1800/1800 || SPI 640/640
Those purple eyes did drift over to view a white haired familiar. Tch, how she hated familiarity. Why did Merlin have to go and make a spectacle out of being a Marine. It would have been much better to grow stronger in the shade. That way he wouldn't dishonor the beautiful Cezar with the nonsense stemming from this bumbling bimbo. "Your voice is annoying me. Shut up." She spoke with a sigh, eyes parting the bridge way of her bangs whilst retrieving her pistol. Point. Aim. The gun would be held steadily in this manner, aimed for the head of the woman whom came to ask such an idiotic question. Did they owe her a formal response? Had she earned the response she craved. Honestly, this was no longer a conversation she wished to have. She had to pay Shio back for the disrespect she suffered. That would probably come with the destruction of the Marines. Maybe all of the Pirates too, the skurvy snakes never did come to search for her after she died. Treachery, treachery all around. They could all burn for all she cared. It was best she remained silent, or she would have a true fight on her hands.
Genji Gincosu
Yare yare, nice response time. Other Marines should be so bold. *bows*
North Lotus
Wasn't quite sure if you made it this far up yet
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Genji Gincosu
Divine Phantom
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Posted: Sun May 21, 2017 6:29 pm
--------"And what will you do?" She asked, looking to the captain with gun in hand. She saw it, even from the distance, she could see death's gleam. She could see the cold chill of deaths smile among the frown that the captain wore. She stared, the stage set between the captain and herself. She felt no other presence, she saw no other being but her and him. "If I stay quiet, you will shot me. So? What do you prove then?" Her words strong, firm. "You gain nothing by shooting me but silencing the parts of yourself that you hold...Or held..." Her end words a whisper. It was a metaphor honestly. You looked at the thing that killed you, but you didn't blink. What would Captain do to her? End her? Take her from this world with her last sight being that of betrayal? It was a farce, something she had convinced herself of. "What was the point of the justice you made? What was your point in all of this?" Another yell, but her eyes still glaring. The only action added was stomping. She was childish, yelling at her parents after they had revealed Santa wasn't real. This was all a fantasy, a fantasy she would hold on to, no matter the the shredding, the shootings or the burning the captain could create. If the captain was going to shoot her, well be it. "If you shoot me, I will only come back. If you end me, I will come back. If you destroy my justice, I will destroy your world" Her words a slash to the sound around her. She stood, one foot forward as the wind picked up. It was the captains choice. She wasn't backing down. -------- -------- -------- ooc: I updated my stats but it's not like it matters.
It seemed her job had done nothing but become a greater and greater pain in the a** every day that passed. Piracy was at an all time high, her first mate Xera was nowhere to be found, as was Juusa, who had been assigned the North Blue. There seemed fewer Marines every day while more and more pirates popped up all over the place. Luka herself can only handle one incident at a time and she had lost so much time in the most recent one with that b*****d Thaddeus. He was more than irritating as a person alone and still having the gall to be a criminal after serving his time in prison after his defeat at her blade before. He was on his final straw as well and was now under Luka's slowly growing list of 'kill on sight' criminals. However that list had gained a very surprising new name on it as Luka would arrive back to base on her ship with a look of anger upon her face.
Merlin, the young lad she had met directly only twice had declared war upon the Marines and the World Government itself with the reported destruction of their Head Building. She jumped over the edge of her ship immediately as it docked as she ran towards the Head Building...or what remained of it at least. She already had her sword in her hand as she ran towards the wreckage, just in time to see one of the newer recruits actually attempting to lecture Merlin about his sudden change of character. It was both brave and foolish at the same time but Luka did pause for but a split second to admire the young woman's drive as she marched over to them. "He is no longer a Marine..." She spoke to Chao, stepping besides her as she glared at Merlin with more anger than she had held in a long time if ever at all. "I've met him before and looking at him now its easy enough to tell that reasoning won't change his mind at this point...So you will have the choice to either go and find backup, or stay and fight with me but I cannot guarantee you will survive should you choose the latter..." She spoke to Chao, not taking her focus away from Merlin at all as she provided the woman with a choice to decide her fate. If she chose to flee, Luka would risk her own life to ensure her escape.
Sheridan sighed as she made her way virtually directly from her orientation to this feista of destruction some might call it. It wasn't ideal, she just wanted to deal with things in such a way that was the least taxing. However in this case there wasn't much that could be done aside from move forwards. Sheridan continued on towards the head building where the destruction had occurred and to the scene of the person sitting in the chair basically atop the building's rubble and a series of other marines around the area. Sheridan had arrived a little bit after the red haired female marine had also arrived. In time to hear the words the female spoke about fighting or getting back up. Sheridan thought about it for a moment. Fighting was probably a necessary thing, the thing was back up would likely come anyways. After all the whole situation happened in the marine HQ. It was spoken even on the alert den dens. There was even a chance for mercs to show up although it was probably unlikely. Sheridan would reach to her side grasping the hilt of her rapier in her hand and removing it from it her side. Sheridan would point to foil in the direction of what would likely end up being this whole group's opponent and take a breath. She seemed ready to fight, ready for whatever was to come in fact. Although not necessarily ready to die, she still had things she needed to do. Of everything she would do as it was part of her job she just got...she was not going to give her life for this.
[ After stepping from a large slab of rubble, the entire scene of carnage came into clear view. No filters, to blockade the brutality of this scenario. The head building, is gone. Crushed by a force easily equaling demolition. Had a gods damned bomb gone off? What in Poseidon’s name could take out an entire structure of that magnitude? Every which way the man looks, Freed can only see the injured, panicked, and the fleeing. Some trapped under fallen structures, many unfortunately died due to impacts from above… Madness. “Intense. This the work of Pirates…?” he questions while walking forward more, stepping aside anyone still attempting to escape. Which stands to be strange, since, there doesn’t seem to be any threats looming about. No war cries or last howls of agony. Then, was this the work of a natural disaster? An accident?
In the midst of these thoughts, a white figure dashes by him with intense precision, making it’s way further towards a particular direction--the fallen building, as it were. “A cutie? Out here?! Oh man, wonder what she’s doing in a place like this. WELL, wouldn’t want her getting hurt or anything, so, suppose I have no choice but to follow! ♪” he says excitedly, pocketing his hands into his hoodie’s jacket and dashing off in the same direction of the red haired woman. It doesn’t take long for the woman to stop her advancement, landing next to the side of what appears to be, “ANOTHER babe?! Oh man, oh boy! It was a good idea coming here!” his voice rings aloud as he power walks towards Luka, holding up his right hand as a form of greeting. “Yo, Angel Fish, what has you so stressed-” Halt. His happy-go-lucky greeting is paused. A sickening oppressive force looms over him, shutting down his whole mood. Killing intent.
He looks between the two woman, noticing a younger lass seated before them both, pointing some type of gun towards their way. “Oops.” is all he can say, while realizing the gravity of his carelessness. He had gone and stepped somewhere dangerous, but then, this is just a child...right? Maybe she’s stressed over the situation, and so, he would find out. “Hey, hey, girls!” he starts, clapping his hands together before his chest, giving the trio a warm smile while walking between Chao and Luka, putting himself at the top of the triangle formation. “Let’s cut this out and chill for a bit, okay? So, kiddo, about that gun there. It’s reaaaally dangerous, you see. Mind putting it away so we can talk this out for a bit?” Well, might as well try to talk it out at least. This...probably won’t end well. ]
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Misujage
Genji Gincosu
Ryunosuke Ryusei
Avedis Angelus
North Lotus Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun May 21, 2017 8:08 pm
PRW 400 || SPD 265 || END 300/300 || STR 000 || INT 025 || ACC 000 DEX 320 || HP 1800/1800 || SPI 640/640
And what will y-
Fire.
The Gun went off at the beckoning of her first sentence. There would be no pause, no deterrent. No need to heed the rest of her lecture. To gather her words, to dare and try and act superior to someone whom far outclassed her. Cezar would have none of it. No fancy and frilled words. She was sure whatever words the weakling had prepared were valiant, but she had no need or want of words spoken by tadpoles. "I said shut up." She spoke in mild annoyance. The gun shot probably wouldn't kill the girl right away if it landed. Its aim? Her throat of course, it was the best way to get someone to stop talking. If they elected not to do so of their own accord.
Her legs would uncross, swinging about whimsically as she came to stand. Luka, yes, that one would do quite nicely. In this branch there wasn't much stronger than Merlin. Least of all Luka and her lackluster battle strategies. Still, he could see how besting her could be of the most enjoyment. Ah, yet another had appeared, and another still. Well, this meeting was getting more and more interesting. Still, with one shot already fired upon the white haired nothing. She could only hope to silence this one much quicker. She preferred words, but there was nothing left to those whom didn't respect her power. Even if it was stolen from another. "If you favor your neck boy it'd do you well to heed me. Speak not again." She would wave with the pistol pointed at the man, a sign to get out of the way, taking slow strides toward him. Not out of caution, but waiting, for if he like the one whom came before did open their mouth to speak. She would fire on him as well, with no hesitation.
If it wasn't clear, she wanted to do most of the talking. Oh, perhaps she should tell them that. "The rest of you worms should probably scatter. I only need the dead body of one Marine. The red head will do." She scoffed a bit, trying to seem annoyed, but her lips were quivering. Constantly trying to extend into a smile. She was getting excited, she hadn't known this much anticipation since before she faced Shio. Even though she lost, wasn't that a hell of a ride.
