Being the only one among the training grounds this allowed him to practice with his new power as much as he wanted. For now Simba would be spending a lot of his time in here to try and learn how to control his power and understand its limits. Then he would get back out there in the field. Hopefully Merlin would wake up soon maybe they could train together.
After that wild adventure in Orange Town, Juice returned home where he'd settle down after all the drama that happened. He started to contemplate whether what he's doing is right or wrong. He would then try to forget that ever happened and go to the training grounds to spar and get his mind off things for a little bit. While at the Marine Home base, he quickly changed out of his uniform and put his regular clothes back on. He then made his way to the training grounds, seeing a few Marines there. He put some hand wraps on and then was ready for whatever. One Marine came up to him and offered a quick sparring match. Juice accepted. Anything to get his mind off of Orange Town. They got some distance from each other and the Fodder Marine quickly made his pose. Juice did the same.
Off the bat, the Fodder Marine started throwing blows. Juice, who was faster than him, dodged the attempts. The Marine said, "You're pretty fast for a newbie! Heh, take this!" With that said, he attempted a kick. Juice ducked and was left in a squatting position and then with his leg, leg swept the Fodder Marine, making him fall. Juice, bored of the fight already said, "I'd rather do some patrolling than continuing this lousy fight with you. Even tax payers put up a better fight." Angered, the Fodder Marine ran up to Juice and tried punching him again with his barrage of punches, panting while doing so. "Hargh, take this! I'll show you!", he would scream while throwing a decent punch. Juice grabbed it with his hand and asked, "You done yet?", taunting him even more. The Fodder laughed and released his fist from Juice's grip and then started throwing more punches. He would hold a conversation with Juice this time and say, "You say you were collecting taxes, eh? I just went to Orange Town yesterday and thrashed that place! Hah! You should of seen their faces! Especially one little girl whose parents couldn't even afford to pay up! It was hilarious, right man?"
Juice immediately paused and the Fodder hit Juice directly in his face with one of his blows. The Fodder threw another one but it was blocked by Juice with his hand. Juice would release his grip from the Fodder's fist and grab on to his wrist. Juice would twist and bend his wrist. The fodder would shout in pain and Juice would say, "You take pride in terrorizing people and destroying their property? You disgust me. Maybe I was right about this place!" Juice would pull the Fodder's wrist so he'd come closer toward Juice and Juice would deliver a final knee to the face, which would send the Fodder back, making him fall and start shrieking in pain. Juice then said, "You swing too slow... That's all the constructive criticism I'm giving you.", as he walked away. As he was leaving, he would say to the fallen Marine, "Tsk, you're disgusting. Don't you ever step foot in that town again or I'll deal with you myself."
"Ah!" A realization came to the little lizard as his movements stopped and halted his progress from moving any further. "I forgot what I was doing." His eyes floated upward and his chin lifted up to help them gaze at the heavens. What had he been doing? Was he meeting someone? No no no, he had just gotten away from a pirate or some other.. right? Maybe not. It seemed the clouds up above had more direction than the chameleon down below. The blank stare only continued upward as the tiny reptile's mind continued to run. Cameron had a plan, but what could he do to further this plan? Kevin of Rage seemed rather compliant, but what of the other pirates? Surely, the little lizard could flash Dekura's Mad Cat Den Den Mushi and make people follow him out of fear.. but that was not what he wanted. He wanted his future team mates to be on his side because they believed in his goal. Perhaps he should obtain some other marines to fight for his cause? It was possible that he could not do this alone, nor could he do it with just the help of pirates. Marines always came with a sort of reliance that those lawbreakers just did not seem to hold. Maybe it was because the law just had more structure.
"I need help to become Fleet Admiral." He spoke out plainly, but almost as if there was an actual target for the flinging of his words. The tiny chameleon's head went back down and allowed him to stare forward at his normal height. The real question was who would help him? Cassius would probably be a prime suspect, but after the two went on to find and capture Dekura he was nowhere to be seen. The was that fleeting moment where he yelled something inside the bar the Yonko had been, but he retreated after suffering a severe injury. Wait.. maybe Cameron should check the infirmary? A nurse might know where he went if he ever stopped by before making his way somewhere else. Then again.. how much help could a one armed man be? Cameron sat upon a rock before peering up into the sky once more. He had much more thinking to do here.
"Huh ..." The small boy would say, yes indeed another outfit change for the small Marine. Becoming a Commander always dictated such things. To wear the same outfit of your lower ranked self was quite the deplorable act. Pressed, his black boots would usher towards the small green chameleon. None other than Commander Merlin, the young prodigal genius. He would look down to the small chameleon and smile. It had been a while since he first met the small creature. He was a completely different person then but just as smart as ever. "Ya need help wiff sumthin, duder?" Merlin would bend over pressing a finger to the small Chameleon's stomach and rotating it in circles. He always looked so smooth, it was a wonder such a tiny cretin could buffer himself to this level of perfection.
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An almost smug look stretched across the little lizard's face as his stomach was pressed and rubbed. The boy would be able to see the tense body of the chameleon go completely lax and move as if he had just lost all the weight off of his shoulders. "..yyeeeaaa..." This was something that his previous owner use to do a lot. A stomach rub was probably the best thing out of the whole deal he had with that man. Free food? Free water? A place to sleep? None of that beat these kinds of stomach rubs. They soothed the soul and just made all problems go away. Cameron could die here today and it would all be worth it. The little lizard simply stood still and let Merlin continue for a bit before his senses would snap back to reality. "Ah!" He spoke out as he always did, remembering something that was plaguing his mind. "I'm trying to become Fleet Admiral.Leader of the marines and all that." The chameleon tried to tense up his body in order to seem more leaderlike, but the rubs just kept on forcing his frame to soften up and leave him lax again. There was no way he was ever going to be able to ignore such pristine belly rubs. Instead, he would just try and power through it.. or just enjoy it to the fullest. "Gotta get stronger.." He paused to feel the rubs some more. "..ya know?" His eyes actually never left the skies he was looking towards before Merlin had appeared. However, his arms dropped down to his sides as he was left completely vulnerable. "..Gotta catch the bad guys too.." The little lizard almost seemed as if he would just fall over and relish in eternal bliss. "Stuff like that.." Why was he trying to make moves like this again? What was the point in becoming a leader of the marines? Did he really need Dekura's approval for anything? It all seemed pointless when placed next to these magnificent belly rubs.
Hmmm, that was a kind of ambition that Merlin didn't understand. Being a leader or in charge didn't really matter much to him. There were times when he wished people did what he said sure, but to lead it all wasn't his style. Would he still be able to go out there and stop Pirates with his own hands. In some big cushy office. Would he turn out just like Oshino? No. Wait, who was Oshino again. The young fish man would remove his finger from Cameron and rub his head. Standing back up to his full height. Chuckling a bit. "Well Shio always taught me dat to get stronguh you gotta get through what doesn't kill ya, y'know?" His arms flourished at his sides. Shrugging a bit matter of factly. He barely realized he had used Shio's name. He didn't think twice about his choice of words. Eyes closed, mouth primed in neutrality after his small sentence. Quickly contorting into a smug grin accompanied by a sharpened gaze. "So ummmm, whaddya say Cam?" His right hand extended out into a fist, leaning down to the small lizard and holding it out for a fist bump. "Want me to not kill ya?" What did that mean? Clearly the young fish man was hinting toward a combat scenario. One where Cameron wouldn't die, and he would come out all the stronger for it in the end. Of course, battles were all Merlin were capable of. And some light amount of scientific research.
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From the moment Merlin took his finger away from Cameron's stomach, the little lizard was trying to return to a dignified composure. The giddy look on his face went blank before shifting over to a more casual look. It was as if the tiny chameleon was trying to find the right posture to and outward appearance for the situation. Should anyone had been watching, they would now know of an insane weakness. The little lizard was weak to belly rubs. "You get stronger by going through what doesn't kill you?" It was a notion Cameron somewhat understood the concept of, but never understand why anyone would want to go and do. Even in his much smaller life in the animal kingdom, there was always a question of who could survive the longest or who could reach the top the fastest. Cameron had always been the type to avoid these situations entirely and focus on his own goals. Even now, while it seemed like he was aiming solely for the position of Fleet Admiral, it was merely a means to an end. There was something bigger that the little lizard wanted and becoming the leader of the Marines was only a ploy meant to distract everyone from the real goal. Of course, he would never tell anyone that unless he really trusted them. "I would appreciate it." Another notion he did not understand was Merlin's need to question Cameron's want of not being killed. The little lizard was always the type to avoid scenarios where he had a possibility of death. Being so small in such a large world always made sure that those scenes always appeared, but the tiny chameleon would try to steer around them whenever he could. Why go through things that try to end you when you could just trot around them. Better yet, step over them and leave the problem around for the next person. That way, their progress was halted while you figured out your next solution. It only made sense really. Yet, here was Merlin making it seem like the fishman was a problem for the chameleon. "Dying may prove problematic for my goals." Taking a few steps forward, Cameron would move to where he was just below the other marine's fist. Raising his own hand upward, the little lizard would complete the fist bump before another thought popped up into his head. "Ah!" He spoke as a realization sunk in. "Does this mean that you want me to try and go through you?" Wide eyed, the tiny chameleon attempted to take in his surroundings. There was really no way out where Merlin could not stop him. It may or may not have already been too late to back out of this situation. "..and you mean now don't you..?" Think Cameron think! What could he do to get away? The tiny chameleon thought as fast as he could, but could only come up with one solution; Don't die. With that taking over his mind, the little lizard sighed. His shoulder rose only to fall shortly after in a miniature defeat. But it was all a ruse! His head darted upward towards Merlin's hand and flames suddenly crept from his mouth and took a lunge towards his fellow marine! Fire Breath! It was the only tool Cameron had in his arsenal that would help him win and survive.
He seemed like a cool little dude, but his thoughts were kind of all over his face. What little face he had, with a small range of expression. But he had some valid points too, dying was kind of problematic. He never thought about it until now, but he almost died in Lyneel. Simba too, but he was ready to sacrifice Simba if he could have kept fighting. "Yeah, deat do cause prollums." He held the fist bump for a bit and blunk, lol that literally made no sense. "No bub, wut dusn't kill yah isn't always about getting through sumfin. Sumtimes it's jus survivin y'know?" Another strong point in Lyneel, even though he had lost thoroughly to those combatants, he had obtained a fair bit of combat prowess for it. For better or worse he was a much better person. In any case he nodded to the inquiry, he did of course meant right now. The events of Torino would undoubtedly bring rise to more upstarts. If Cameron wanted to get strong he would probably have to do it pretty quickly. Burst. A thrust of flames would consume the small Fishman. Without pause the small child's arm would reach through the flames and strike at the small creature known was Cameron with a back handed thrust. Aiming to send him sprawling across the training grounds. The closing flame would give way to a child dripping with what appeared to be sweat and steam arising from the flames that had broken through. Slightly warmed, a bit of pain, but overall the small boy was fine. He stretched a bit, checking out his limbs for damage. "Ah, duder, suckah punches?!" He would lean far to his right, extending his left leg and bending his right knee to stretch before exchanging to the other side. How had he survived heavy damage from the flames? A barrier shield of water that absorbed the majority of the impact. Which explained the steam and water on his person, not that Cameron would have seen the exchange through his own assault. Mayhaps.
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Technique Name: Asiago Wrapped - Chicken - Stuffed Bacon Description: As long as he is aware of the attack, Merlin can expel water from his body to shield himself from an attack. The water vibrates at a high frequency and shrugs off assaults that would harm him, or else wise disturb his body. The expelled water falls to the ground around him and forces him to wait a small time before being able to shield himself again. -Can be used One [01] time for every Ten [10] Endurance -Attacks weaker than Merlin's Endurance [END] are nullified -Attacks stronger than Merlin's Endurance [END] have its power lowered by the Value of Merlin's Endurance [END] -Two [02] post cool down between usages is required [/apoiler]
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One second the chameleon felt the soft backside of Merlin's fingers and the next he felt the rustling of leaves against his own soft skin. Light huffs and puff caused his body to rise and fall with each breath. What in the world just happened? In a flash, the entire scenery changed for the little lizard. Where was Merlin? How did he end up in the middle of this collection of foliage? Leaves dotted the ground below the ton of bushes around him. With his height, it was like the tiny chameleon was now standing in the middle of a jungle. "I didn't know you could do magic." There was really no other way around this insane travel speed. Merlin has cast a spell and transported Cameron to some far off forest. The little lizard was lost in this new world, but he knew Merlin had to be somewhere near. Contact was definitely made, so the smaller marine knew that his companion was force into coming with. That was how it always was with things like that. Whenever a person used teleportation magic and wanted to bring someone with them, they needed contact. That meant that Cameron still had an obstacle to go through. Taking to all fours, the little lizard would crawl around between the foliage. He would make sure not to be seen or heard by anything. It was back to the early days of survival. The moment Merlin came close enough would be the moment Cameron would strike again. The tiny chameleon already had his cheeks puffed up and ready to fire.
"Oh dang'et!" he would exclaim, noticing he had sent the small chameleon flying too far. He hoped the tiny guy wasn't hurt, or maybe he did. He wasn't really sure. His feet left the ground, dancing above it with a particular level of precision. His feet landed within the grass yet there was nothing. His arms extended to sway naturally with the motion of the leaves and stifle the noise he made. He took but a few steps before halting. "Little duder?" The noise would awaken his senses, taking in the sounds of the world around him. The chirping of smaller insects were peculiar he couldn't identify all of them. He didn't study insects after all, but the young creature known as Cameron was a bit different. Though a Chameleon he was a bit heavier than your average run of the mill one due to his enhanced body. In a flood of green spotting him was hard, he would just have ti listen and listen well if he didn't wanna be a slow roasted fish stick. His fingers laced the tops of leaves, primed for attack. He was an assault type, and if he had the capability he would probably have leveled the forest.
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Technique Name: Parmesan Slide Description: Being an Assassin, Merlin is adept at silent stepping. This is done through light touching of the ground with his feet and minimal motion in his frame when moving. His feet barely touch the ground and are unaffected by the textures of the ground beneath his feet. Allowing him free range of motion along all hard surfaces, even up walls and across ceilings. -This technique is Passive -Increases Merlin's Speed by Five [05]
Technique Name: Chicken Cordon Bleu - Hold the Ham Description: Being an Assassin, Merlin is overly aware of the sounds around him. He can hear even slight noises within the air. To a degree, Merlin can sense movement around him and react to its movement. While this gives no specific information on the individual, it lets him know their position and their speed if they are moving from one point to the other. - This Technique is Passive - This technique's range is Fifteen [15] feet and increases by fifteen [15] feet every One hundred thousand [100,000] exp - The Maximum range of this technique is Four Hundred and Fifty [450] feet
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Nothing? There wasn't any noise at all? Cameron was sure he was still mid bout with his fellow Marine, but without being able to see over the tall grass and foliage he could do nothing. The little lizard had hope the fishman would make so much noise that all he had to do was point and click in order to deal some damage. Sadly, that obviously was not the case here. Merlin was skilled in more ways than Cameron. It was a terrible position to be in. To be humbled by someone you thought of as a friend when they were supposed to enable you to grow stronger. Then again, that was somewhat what Merlin was doing in a way. This scenario alone had Cameron thinking about different inventions to help him in the future. Glasses to see heat signatures or even the vibrations in the airwaves. Movement would be easy to track then. But maybe he could also create a fire ball instead of just a simple breath attack. That would help him stay at a distance. Nevertheless, the chameleon did have a few tricks up his sleeve for the present moment. Instead of scrounging around within this forest looking for something way larger than him, the little lizard would focus on himself. Softly planting himself in a spot full of browns, the chameleon would shift the look of his skin to completely match the patterns below him. Merlin would be looking for greens while the Cameron was now brown. It was the perfect plan really and the little lizard could not have been any more proud of himself in this present moment.
This was not the only plus side to this plan either. The chameleon's eyes would begin to scan his surroundings for any movement. His left and right eyes would scan everything for even the smallest of movement and they would do it all separately as to not miss a single thing. Cameron could spot a fly with these eyes of his and there was no way he would miss a human-like child in this place of greens. Still on all fours and in complete camouflage, the little lizard would crawl is way over to where he initially flew in from. Taking it slow, it would not be too long before the chameleon would spot the small fishman. Still casually creeping forward, the tiny reptile would wait until he was in range before once again belching out the flames of a dragon. Unfortunately, while this would of course be aimed for Merlin, it would also cause a blaze within the foliage. Flames stretched over each piece of green within a fifteen foot cone in front of Cameron. The scenery would change once again. This time, it went from greens to a mixture of reds, yellows, and oranges.
Current Tantrum :: 470 Overall Dilemma :: 1,638 246 [ 124 ] Health 004 [ 000 ] Cola Fuel 003 [ 003 ] Cola Bottles
Techniques Used Technique Name: CAM.0 Description: This technique allows Cameron to shift the color and texture of his skin to perfectly match that of something he is touching. No defensive stats are gained, as the effect is mostly visual. However, touching Cameron during this technique will give off the impression that he is apart of whatever it is he is mimicking. Lasts (3) posts before it goes on a (1) post cooldown.
Technique Name: CAM.24 Description: The eyes of a Chameleon are unique in that they allow the reptile to view the world in a 360-degree panoramic view, simultaneously focus on two separate things, and also detect things as small as an insect from up to 30 feet away. Chameleons are also able to see in ultraviolet lights, meaning that Cameron can view things that normally only show up in those circumstances.
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No response. How rude of the small creature, hiding was not cool at all. Merlin could never see himself hiding, but sneak attacks were always fun. It allowed the small Fishman to brush up on his scenario reactions. Regardless, the boy could hear the heavy chameleon moving. Spot him? No, the rustling was distinct but pointing it out in a flood of rustling foliage proved nearly impossible. Or rather, Merlin hadn't known whether or not he was looking at the creature. A lot of green, browns, oranges and yellows. "Duder?" His foot cracked and the resounding motion of one particular creature had halted. His eyes widened before sharpening as he turned to greet the torrent of flames. His right hand slathering out to waft it away before he was burdened by the harsh pressure of tempered heat. A sound much like a high pitched drill could be heard swirling away as Merlin plowed through the flames and toward its epicenter. The small chameleon known as Cameron. The swirling sphere of water making short work of the heat and lashing it aside in spiraled bursts. No doubt, the small patch of forestry here in the training grounds would suffer for it. Still, it was another matter for the small chameleon to evade the Fishman's spiraling sphere of power. "URRRRRYYYAAH!" He wanted to be Naruto so bad.
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Technique Name: Parmesan Slide Description: Being an Assassin, Merlin is adept at silent stepping. This is done through light touching of the ground with his feet and minimal motion in his frame when moving. His feet barely touch the ground and are unaffected by the textures of the ground beneath his feet. Allowing him free range of motion along all hard surfaces, even up walls and across ceilings. -This technique is Passive -Increases Merlin's Speed by Five [05]
Technique Name: Chicken Cordon Bleu - Hold the Ham Description: Being an Assassin, Merlin is overly aware of the sounds around him. He can hear even slight noises within the air. To a degree, Merlin can sense movement around him and react to its movement. While this gives no specific information on the individual, it lets him know their position and their speed if they are moving from one point to the other. - This Technique is Passive - This technique's range is Fifteen [15] feet and increases by fifteen [15] feet every One hundred thousand [100,000] exp - The Maximum range of this technique is Four Hundred and Fifty [450] feet
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Technique Name: Mozzarella Based - White Sauce Description: Merlin summons a ball of rapidly spinning water within his hand that had a six inch diameter. The spinning ball of water does damage by grnding into what it hits or strikes and bruising it. The spin also counter acts other attacks weaker than it using its rapid spin. When coming into contact with other techniques/persons weaker than it, it causes them to spin and get flung away. This ball of water can not be thrown. -Can be used Three [3] times before a One [1] post cooldown is required -Uses Merlin's Power [PWR] to determine damage
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Le Gasp. What would have been could not have been with the little bit of time there was. His flames were doused in just the right places to leave his target unscathed! There was little time to think, but there was one thing that was certain. Cameron was not fast enough to dodge these attacks. Merlin was a monster! How did this kid expect this lizard to survive and not be killed? With only enough time to maneuver himself to avoid a head shot, the spiraling sphere of water would collide against the bottom portion of the little lizard's both. All but his head was covered with an orb of immense power. As if the chameleon was an engine revving up to start, he began his own movements. The spiraling of the orb caused the spinning of its target. Cameron's body turned and turned in place and the little lizard was starting to get sick. Cheeks puffed up once more to release an attack out of sheer desperation, but where there should have been flames was instead just a puff of air. The tiny reptile's spin only continued as he was finally thrust away from his opponent and back into the confines of the surrounding foliage.
Standing up once more, the tiny chameleon stumbled just a bit before finally taking grasp of his composure. With the exhaustion and damage mixing and taking effect, he was just shy of going to sleep for the day. Yet, here he was pulling open his slightly dented chest instead of waving a white flag. Cool air escaped his body as the fridge of his chest was forced open. Taking a look downward, the little lizard would take a count of what he had. A full stock of cola bottles greeted his vision, but this happiness would not last long. Cameron would reach inside of his own chest and take out of of the bottles before popping off the cap. In a matter of seconds, the drink would be emptied and the chameleon would feel slightly refreshed. His body was still near it's end, but now he could avoid another puff of air when he had a chance to attack. Looking around, Cameron would take in the surroundings once more. Keeping his brown skin active, he would stick to the dirt on the ground and wait for Merlin to get closer. His eyes would make sure that he knew just when that would happen.
Current Tantrum :: 409 Overall Dilemma :: 2,047 246 [ 002 ] Health 004 [ 004 ] Cola Fuel 003 [ 002 ] Cola Bottles
Techniques Used Technique Name: CAM.0 Description: This technique allows Cameron to shift the color and texture of his skin to perfectly match that of something he is touching. No defensive stats are gained, as the effect is mostly visual. However, touching Cameron during this technique will give off the impression that he is apart of whatever it is he is mimicking. Lasts (3) posts before it goes on a (1) post cooldown.
Technique Name: CAM.24 Description: The eyes of a Chameleon are unique in that they allow the reptile to view the world in a 360-degree panoramic view, simultaneously focus on two separate things, and also detect things as small as an insect from up to 30 feet away. Chameleons are also able to see in ultraviolet lights, meaning that Cameron can view things that normally only show up in those circumstances.
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A successful hit. Huh, he couldn't say he ever remembered being this strong or fast.
He paused again, small trickles of flames burned near him. They would undoubtedly fan out, too weak to grasp onto the leaves. He would lean down and grip a withering leaf, it was warm to the touch and lit with flame. He would hoist the thing close to a tree and poise the falling flame near a bit of vine. His breath exhaled upon it, feeding the flame with its soft caress and spreading it onto the tree itself. His hands grasps the vines by their roots and hoisted them up, flinging them about the place. Flames caught wind, wind caught leaf and the place would be drowned in a trickle of flame. Slowly growing and expanding on itself. Merlin would listen carefully, still in his quietness as he exited the bundle of forest. Well, he wasn't gonna be able to find him amongst all of the tiny creatures that went bump in the night. And as he saw from last contact the small creature was shifting colors. Chameleon's had that unique ability after all. He stood about twenty feet from the breath of flames with his back to it. Little by little the sound of mall bugs would die out and only leave the crackle of flames. Atop that, the stillness of the Ocean. Just one sound left, the moving of Cameron's feet. He would focus on listening for the time being.
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Technique Name: Parmesan Slide Description: Being an Assassin, Merlin is adept at silent stepping. This is done through light touching of the ground with his feet and minimal motion in his frame when moving. His feet barely touch the ground and are unaffected by the textures of the ground beneath his feet. Allowing him free range of motion along all hard surfaces, even up walls and across ceilings. -This technique is Passive -Increases Merlin's Speed by Five [05]
Technique Name: Chicken Cordon Bleu - Hold the Ham Description: Being an Assassin, Merlin is overly aware of the sounds around him. He can hear even slight noises within the air. To a degree, Merlin can sense movement around him and react to its movement. While this gives no specific information on the individual, it lets him know their position and their speed if they are moving from one point to the other. - This Technique is Passive - This technique's range is Fifteen [15] feet and increases by fifteen [15] feet every One hundred thousand [100,000] exp - The Maximum range of this technique is Four Hundred and Fifty [450] feet
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For two marines, these two were doing a terrible job at keeping a place from being dangerous. On the other hand, no one could ever say that these two were not resourceful. In a battle he should have lost ages ago, Cameron was holding out long enough to make this slippery slope seem dryer than the sands of Alabasta. It was still a slope that left him tumbling down into defeat, but Merlin had to find new ways to finish this bout rather than straight up attacking. That being said, the fishman seemed to be smart enough not to dive into danger just to beat his opponent senseless. It was good to know there were smart Marines, but it was terrible in this circumstance. The little lizard was counting on these miscalculations in order to get some damage in and without them he had no play. crack! A branch had fallen nearby, its form succumbing to the flames of old. "Time to move.." Even before the whole sentence finished, the tiny chameleon was already turning on a dime to move away from the shifting embers. Two hops pulled him over more branches that lay before him before he could see the sunny outline of a bush. One hop this time. He was out, tumbling out through the bush and landing in the sunlight.
There was nothing but rocks lining circles intended for other spars. With his size, he could definitely use one for cover. The real question was whether or not it would really make a difference. With only one way to find out, the tiny reptile went back onto two legs and began to haul it towards the biggest of the bunch. Once behind it, his form went right up against it and took a spread eagle form. Back against the rock, there was only a couple tings left to do. The browns of his skin changed to mimic the grays of the rock, while his cheeks puffed up in order to make one last retaliation. This is it. Here he stands. In the light of the world..
Current Tantrum :: 349 Overall Dilemma :: 2,396 246 [ 002 ] Health 004 [ 004 ] Cola Fuel 003 [ 002 ] Cola Bottles
Techniques Used Technique Name: CAM.0 Description: This technique allows Cameron to shift the color and texture of his skin to perfectly match that of something he is touching. No defensive stats are gained, as the effect is mostly visual. However, touching Cameron during this technique will give off the impression that he is apart of whatever it is he is mimicking. Lasts (3) posts before it goes on a (1) post cooldown.
Technique Name: CAM.24 Description: The eyes of a Chameleon are unique in that they allow the reptile to view the world in a 360-degree panoramic view, simultaneously focus on two separate things, and also detect things as small as an insect from up to 30 feet away. Chameleons are also able to see in ultraviolet lights, meaning that Cameron can view things that normally only show up in those circumstances.
