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Beta Moxis generated a random number between
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97!
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 Posted: Fri Apr 28, 2017 6:45 pm
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Furin ventured down a winding tunnel. He was following a lead for the list of people that he wanted his revenge on. He would continue to climb down the chasm until he saw light coming from down the tunnel. After he walked and found an opening, he had found the town that he had been looking for inside the misty peak. Corporeal Lance was his target, and he wouldn’t falter until he was eliminated. From his past, the Corporeal was assigned leadership of the mission that the World Government abandoned Furin and the rest of the Marines. When it came time for ownership, the World Government didn’t claim them, so they were all thrown into Impel down. After his escape, he hid away at the North Blue plotting. His first mission, was to eliminate this man.
Now, he finally found his way into the city. There were lights everywhere, people selling food, and stores to be shopped at. “If I wasn’t about to make trouble in this place, this would be a good hide out.” Furin would walk about the stores and buy a garb, and a new set of clothes. This would keep him from being detected off sight if he were to ever encounter the Corporeal. He would walk the streets, looking for any sign that he could see. He found a group of younger looking lads. They were clad in older dirty clothes. He walked up to them and asked them, “Do you all ever tire of those people walking all over you?” The youth would look to him and one would step out. “What would you know about being walked all over?” Furin would laugh, and say, “The World Government locked me away for a crime I didn’t commit, and I want to make them pay. I want to make a proposition for you all.” The leader of the youth would cross his arms, and look to Furin. A smirk would appear over his face, and the youth would say, “What’s in it for us old man?”. Furin would smirk, to his liking. “The name’s Furin, and we can have riches beyond your belief. You can all be fed, and I’ll make sure that you are taken care of. See, a world with law and order makes people like us fall in the cracks. We get walked all over, stepped on, etc. Now, a world with chaos… Oh that word makes my spine tingle. Chaos incites freedom. Freedom from oppression. Let’s make something happen so we can all be great.”
Furin stuck his hand out, to make a pact with their leader. The leader stuck out his hand, and said, “Bojack. Everyone calls me Jack. This is Point and Blank.” Furin would nod his head at the others and say, “Take me to wherever you call home. We can discuss what I have planned there.” The leader would take point and lead Furin into a sewer grate. After 10 minutes’ worth of walking, Furin found himself in an abandoned train, and the original entrance had collapsed. This was their home. Furin dusted off a table, put his rifle in the seat beside him, and sat down. “Come sit.”, he said to the young lads. “Now, I am here to eliminate Corporeal Lance. Tell me what you know about him.” Furin would pull out some food he bought from the market. “The leader took the food, and broke it amongst himself, Point, and Blank equally. “Lance? He’s that guy that acts like a king around here. He has body guards, wears expensive clothes and jewelry and stuff. He lives in the big house across from the market.” Furin would crack a smirk.
After planning, Furin gave them pistols for protection. We make our move at midnight. Just remember the plan.
Midnight was swiftly approaching, and everyone was getting in their place. Jack went with Point and Blank, and Furin took his position atop a building. Jack would lead the other two towards the Corporeal Mansion which toppled over the other houses. Jack instructed Point to stand behind a pillar, and Blank in a building with a broken window to peep out. Jack went and started a fire outside the rock gate and hid in a nearby bush. Furin knew that he had guards, and needed them to be eliminated. This was the youths only chance at making something of themselves, so they went along with the mission for the reward. The fire raged, and a guard came out to investigate. The guard was shot at twice by Point, and fell to the ground. Other guards were starting to get antsy, and began moving about. The fire was beginning to swallow up the front yard, and guards began pouring from the yard. The three youth began the fire fight, with guards falling about. The fire made it hard for them to see where exactly they were aiming. The Corporeal kept guards mostly armed with swords, so they were taken down before they could come out.
The Corporeal could be heard clapping, and he came from the top of the mansion. “I don’t know what your purpose is. But I’m all the way up here. You have no reach with mere pistols.” Jack would respond, “You’re prideful, and ever since you came here life has been hell. It’s your fault were like this.”
“Would seem like it’s the fault of your own.” The Corporeal would point his fingers at the boys amongst the fire. “Your end is about to come. Guards!” Guards would begin coming from the sides of the building, and Jack and the others would retreat… as planned. “HA! My reign will never falt-“ A gunshot would be heard, and the Corporeal would c**k back, with a hole in his very skull. The guards would turn around and see the Corporeal collapse. They would stop chasing the boys and go to the mansion to put out the fire and check on Lance. He was dead though, and Furin would open his other eye and lift himself from the scope. “Headshot: aim. Hit. Kill.” He would get up from the building and begin to make his way back to the base.
He arrived, and Point had a minor would on his arm, and Blank on his leg. Jack was slightly burned, but everyone made it out okay. “So, where’s the reward? You said something about being rich.” Jack would say to Furin. Furin would drop a bag on the table, which he took from looting about before the mission began. He also took an outfit from a guard he encountered and raided the mansion of some riches he could hold. “Now, I always keep my end of the bargain.” Jack opened it and the three would peer in to the bag and see Beli, necklaces, rings, etc. They had struck the jackpot. Furin would gather his things, knowing that his mission was done. He took his cut of the loot, and began to walk away. “Furin, what should we do now?” Furin would say, “Fence the jewelry. Go loot some more, buy a boat and see the world. You don’t have to be confined to this place you know. We will meet again, and when we do… we can go raiding again together.” Furing would pick up his bag and walk out of the train and to the outside world. He had his cut, and hit kill confirmed. He would go to another island and attempt to gain some more information on his next target.
[Exits]
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Posted: Wed Jun 06, 2018 5:32 am
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н є ɪ ʀ x т σ x т н є x ω σ ʀ ʟ ∂ xxxxxxxxxxxxxx♣ ♦ ♠ ♫♪~ Every second is a pure affliction,
But I can feel your pain.
Choke back the burn of wrath as they violate your name.
No sign of innocence in this godforsaken place.
When the truth is in your hands, they'll spit upon your face. ~♪ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
Tawara stopped and frowned. This was going to be another one of his feats for the day. Where he would get crazy and go wild in an area. He was a pirate. Tawara figured he was getting stronger, and better at this anyway. Tawara was back in the North Blue where he grew up. Tawara was puzzled looking at one guy that was staring at him. Tawara walked over to him. Headbutt him in the face then took the money out of his pocket. There was a thundering in Tawara's heart. Tawara continued through the moonlight. Tawara was a recognized man for being scary. Tawara saw others who were working for their hard-earn money. Well that didn't matter to Tawara! Tawara went over to those losers, robbed them. Tawara had smashed all three of their faces together. Literally putting one of their pants on the back of their head. Along with their underwear. One of the other locals froze. With Tawara sprinting at them kicking them in the face. With a tough grunt. Landing on his feet he took the money out of that locals pockets, too. Tawara was behind the raid today. Tawara remained immovable. It wasn't like anyone in this area could get the best of him. Tawara had sneered in contempt. Tawara had a lot of pumped up muscle that a lot of the locals were fearing. Tawara could see it in their eyes. Tawara had a featureless face. Tawara was like a shadow in the night robbing all the losers he could find. Tawara didn't have much friendship. This was his high in life. The raids of a pirate. Tawara showed no sign appearing. Before he took money from another local that was punched in the back of the head. With a rabbit punch that made the loser cry. Tawara was a big bad pirate. That caused a lot of the locals to find their money taken from them. Tawara in his own ends was getting a lot of money from the locals. In his raid in this area. Tawara was committed to taking money from everyone he could find in this area. Tawara had stared into this woman's eyes. As if he was about to hurt her. It didn't take long for her to get the picture. She emptied her purse and gave Tawara all the money he needed. Tawara would be in some kind of trouble if he didn't hurry up. Tawara continued to roam through this area. As if a shadow in the midnight. Tawara was stalking a few locals, too. To figure out what they were doing. Tawara wasn't patient. They were in danger. Tawara jumped out, elbowing, punching, kneeing, ect. All of them until they were left covered in all their blood. Tawara laughed going back to his usual raid. Tawara took their money, too. Exactly there were nothing but weaklings over here. His sharp teeth glistening white and moist, so pointed that with one slash they could tear out a mans throat. Don't tell me this was all this area had to offer for him. It didn't matter the raid would continue. Tawara was not changed the slightest when he found out how lacking in potential this area had. Tawara stared like an unmoving dog. The moment someone else showed up. He roundhouse kick them in the face straight through a glass window. Tawara had scrutinized the night. Tawara was calm, but very focused when it came to focusing. Tawara ignored the sweat collecting under his cloths. Tawara was within the night, and tripped over a puppy that was in the street. Tawara shook his head, and continued on. Tawara had respected animals. People were a different story. Animals didn't do anything wrong. Not in the world where there was evil. Tawara was now sprinting through a park. Tawara would find thick tree's in the dark park. Hiding behind the tree's and waiting for someone to show. Once someone showed up. Tawara would take their money, too. It appeared he was making a good amount of money today. For a moment Tawara was stunned about how much money he was collecting. Tawara lost his temper and headbutt one local in the face. It took him literally a few seconds. To fall from out of the air. Tawara had abandoned his softness, and turned into a brutal pirate. That would use sheer force to get everything he wanted in this world. Tawara could see the fear in the eyes of the last person. He then sprint off into the night. Leaving the area with the money he collected from the locals. Even though it was night time. He made sure not to leave much trace of where he went. Tawara was gone.
(Minor Raid)
[ Exit ]
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Tentaigo generated a random number between
50 and 100 ...
66!
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Posted: Wed Jun 06, 2018 5:33 am
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Posted: Sat Jun 16, 2018 4:44 pm
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Away. He had to get away from it all. The chaos of this world seemed to burn no matter how far he ventured. Warring flames took the streets, the sky, even the sea held little room to seethe without retribution. It all bathed in an endless fire that he wished he hadn't seen. That he wished he could ignore, but no matter how his eyes turned away he was left to bare witness to it all. A sad, dark scene that replayed like a memory because it was. Nothing more than a dream and in a disgruntled yell Bai rose, lying on the far edge of this town known as Whiskey Peak. A hand raised, eyes wandering to it momentarily before shifting - this place was an odd one. Hidden within a mountain was a town to leave the world to explore. This land was so strange and it seemed to only grow stranger by the day.
Slowly standing at his average height, a staggering eighteen feet, Bai looked about with bare expression. This town wasn't as loud as the one he'd prior been in. A little more quaint and wholesome; it honestly reminded him of the. . the. . ". . Am I. . trying to remember. . " In a language that was far off and barely understood to those around him he spoke, of course to himself as no one paid mind aside from him towering so very high above them. The people's stared brought confused blinks to Bai, whom realized the dilemma only after watching a child give him a mocking glare. Perhaps that feared his mighty stature? There was an easy enough way to remedy that. Heading off to a silent spot where he was alone, he shrunk down to a decent enough human size. About six feet, four inches. Less attention was good, for now.
Long steps took him through town as night came earlier than he'd expected. How long had he been sleeping anyway? And how was he going to find lodging. And so, he'd continue forth, the ever lost wanderer.
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Posted: Mon Jun 18, 2018 1:22 pm
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The sound of the ever blowing blues greeted her again since leaving her temporary companions. It was a nice distraction but it was clear she would not be wanted there. Those temptations of staying with Enka and co were too much. She had always found it difficult to connect to a person more than just friends, the ex harem girl finding it too hard to not play mother had she continued to stay with them. Enka most likely would be able to figure out that she would not be any kind of ship washer in due time, and she was not going to be dragged off back to that sandy hellhole where she had dreamed of escaping from. A Her heart ached at how barbaric it seemed to say goodbye without looking them in the face but she had nobody to look after but herself. Staying with them was a liability, one that she wasn't willing to settle for. Her mind was a raging storm that was silenced as she came into port.
This place, Misty Peaks, certainly did have its charm.The journey here was difficult as the mist and fog had caused her to almost crash into a wall half of the time. After eating that fruit so long ago, a swimming lesson was the farthest thing that she would want by now. Her feet carried her over to the docks and pier before eventually the town itself. From there she spent her time roaming around and exploring to her heart's content. One of her contacts named Neferati, another escaped harem slave that she had known personally back when she was but a teenager had been said to still reside here. Qisma approached some people to varying responses. Some told her off immediately and mistook her for a woman on the night, others were more merciful and heard her out before not knowing the name she had given. Night was approaching and these questions soon became of a place to reside for the night. It became very clear that nobody was going to just give up their house to a woman dressed like a common sexual object. Qisma continued around town and soon came across a hulking man, standing at six feet and some. She had caught eye of him during some of the last hour or so. Had they the same goal of finding a bed? It was worth a shot. Qisma approached the man carefully while cursing some of the jangles of her clothing as they gave her position away. "I take it you seek shelter for the night as well?" She asked.
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Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2018 3:23 pm
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This town, these people. They all acted so strangely and far less hospitable than those of his own land. When he tried to speak, they'd usher away. When he attempted a gesture, they moved in fear or possibly, disdain. The language barrier was the hardest part; they couldn't understand him, the few that did try and he couldn't get what they were saying either. stuck at an impasse with no way out, Bai put his back against a far off wall to contemplate things. Night would fall and things always grew more dangerous at night. Who knew what kind of folk dwell'ed in this place - from what he'd seen of the prior, being kind wasn't really their forte. A hand to his chin with a face of solace is what the jingling maiden would be met with, which caused Bai to turn a heard to her in confusion as she clearly spoke to him. He didn't understand a word she was saying, speaking this same language that was far off from what he was used to and of course, he knew it'd go both ways to her as well. There wasn't even a point in him trying, anymore. The one thing he did seem to understand was the act of yes and no, shaking or nodding of the head. Social cues seemed universal at least.
". . . ." Well, how was he supposed to respond? A very blank stare accompanied his expression as he supposed slowly nodding the head was best in this situation. A, "No." so she could move along and probably speak to someone else who could help her. Even still, his eyes did look her up and down - her attire was rather revealing and clearly, she was an attractive woman. Was she one of the brothel types that he'd seen so many times in Wano? "Uhm. . ." With a finger he'd trace something in the dirt, a picture of what looked an apple then pointed to it, looking up to her. If she was going to stick around, perhaps she held some kind of food.
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Cor Contritum generated a random number between
50 and 100 ...
70!
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Posted: Wed Jun 20, 2018 11:03 pm
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Posted: Thu Jun 21, 2018 6:05 pm
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Her question was answered with silence as the two of them stared at one another. Maybe he wasn't one to speak or maybe he just didn't feel like being talkative for the moment. Qisma looked into his eyes and then his stature. He did have a sort of primal look to him, though his muscles and size certainly did much to make that wild appearance of him all the more appealing. It wouldn't occur to her but four seconds into the awkward silence that she was more or less staring. She pulled her gaze away and was thankful for the veil that hide her cheeks. "I'll guess so." He went to draw something in the ground as she watched. Her curiosity was already high enough with this giant of a human in front of her. Why not add a few more layers on top of it? In the dirt would be the shape of an apple or some kind of fruit. But whatever did it mean? It took a few moments of staring at his picture until it dawned in Qisma's head. "You're hungry." She said and took a look around. It was already night time in town and she doubted that the man in front of her would have a fortune of Beli to spend on food. A lone gargle of her own stomach accompanied her epiphany. Her eyes fled to a nearby tavern while an idea formed. An idea that she would rather not have come at all. Looking back at the dirt, she knelt down to trace her own finger along in the dirt. Qisma brought it towards her and began to draw a picture of the apple again and then an arrow pointing towards the tavern and herself. "Me. Me get food for us. Just wait here." She put both hands forward and began to walk inside the building. The tavern was fairly busy though not jam packed. Perfect for her little showcase. Doubt plagued her mind while she was doing this. Maybe they could do something else like search for a fruit tree or something? Not that any would be inside of a cavern but it was worth a shot at least. Announcing her presence with sudden swing of the hips, the clanging metal of her attire brought the attention upon her. Her show began.
Had the muscular man followed her inside or watched through the window he might catch a glance of this performance. He sashayed her way towards them, her movements slow but well versed. It relief on the body moving in a similar pattern to that of a snake's while keeping with the normal totally not perverse dance. Qisma could only pray that Enka would never see something like this. If he did that future Marine hero likely would have been unconscious. Her hips sway while she danced to a rhythm heard only to her. This dance of hers had been practiced and performed so many times in Alabasta that the music had ingrained itself into her head. Those eyes of hers would be locked on the bartender while she made her way up. Her dress would allow the jewelry and such attached to it flow freely as all had were on her. Her "womanly assets" would be the most pronounced things in this dance, for lack of a better term.
Qisma stood in front of the bar table that housed the bartender before turning around and arching her back. and completing the revolution before her unveiled eyes would strike at the bartender like a pair of cobras. She brought him close, still waving her body like a serpent while whispering into his ear. "Would you happen to sssssspare a meal for a sssssssstarving artissssst?" Her voice was oozing with a hypnotic alliteration. The two looked at each other as he craned his head sideways. "We don't normally..." Qisma grabbed his hands and denied his attempt to gain distance. He was going to have to suffer. Fluttering her eyes at him, the bartender was beginning to crack. "I can maybe...Let me check." With that he ran into the back room and left the dancer to breath a sigh of relief. The other patrons (mostly men) would stare at her while she waited for the return of the man. When he did so he brought with him a hastily prepared dish of the night. Nothing too large, a main course of a large steak with mashed potatoes for a side. The plate was put in her hands while she relinquished her prey. "How sssssucculent. My thanksssss..." She whispered and began to walk out of the bar. Her path took her across a few tables where she nearly spilled the plate of food because a rowdy patron decided to give her rear a playful squeeze. Qisma paused but took a much longer step away while hiding her terror with a shake of her head and a wink. Her pace quickened and she left.
Had the man still been there, Qisma would offer him the plate and then point to the steak and potato and make a sliding motion near its center. "We split."
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➲ PROFILE
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Posted: Thu Jun 21, 2018 10:53 pm
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Her expressions and words were lost to daft ears. A very blank stare accompanying his orbs as she'd speak back to him, but not before giving this odd stare. This wasn't the first time he'd gotten it - more so, it seemed the women of this land particularly found him out to be some kind of jewel. Perhaps it was his foreign aspect that appeased them so, but his inner peace wouldn't be stricken by her gaze. No, he was in current need of a place to stay and something to eat, for sure and nothing was going to impede him from his current goal. At first his irritation grew as he watched her actions further, beginning to rise from his current position. Tch, as expected. This woman would be just as useless as the rest of the people he'd met in this land. . until it seemed she'd complied with his actions, watching her trace over what he'd initially written down. ". . Ahhh. . " And so, perhaps by some stroke of luck, this night walker wouldn't be completely useless. Good - he'd expected at least a little something considering her attire. If her words were useless than her body could be of better concern than anything else. Men were easily swayed and it seemed the people of this land were purveyors of lowly tactics. Bai's guess she'd know what she was doing.
"Hai." Was his retort. Pointed as he watched her walk away only to rise to follow after.
Suddenly it seemed things had changed. Somehow her walk was different, her aura the same. Was he to say he wasn't entranced as the rest of the men who watched? Course he was. There was no denying his intent or his wants. It had long been awhile since he'd gotten the proper satisfaction he needed. Having given himself to Wano as a countrymen, his resolve as a soldier never bent and thus, here he was. Now, he'd taken on those baseless tactics and for what reason? Could he say there was one anymore? Could he even recall why he was like this in the first place. . Everything, all of it. It was just a blur on the edge of his memory. Somewhere in a far off place where the sky touched the sea and waters drifted far off in the horizon. Somewhere that he just couldn't return to anymore. The idea rolled in his head, hit him hard like a sack of bricks and then exited all at once. His mind adrift as she performed her dance before his body drifted back, falling into a nearby wall with a avid huff, pain filling him to the brim. He couldn't remember, it was all so far away. . but at least the woman had finally complied with her duty.
Her offering would suffice as she presented it, hand clasping his half of the food and messily tossing into his gullet with a gulp. It barely did anything for him, but for the time being he'd acknowledge the woman's effort. Tearing some clothe off his outfit, his hands would wipe against it before tossing it to the side, rising once again to look down at the much smaller woman. A strong stare, piercing to her core to read more if he could find it - her aura didn't seem particularly evil but he couldn't say. Perhaps she was just looking for someone to protect her considering things. Her outfit did speak for itself and in a very open fashion. "Hmph. . " Adequate. At least for now this was the best he could work with and if she was willing to help him, then he couldn't per say, turn it down. It was all he could fall back on. Right when words were to come from his mouth, the sudden shatter, clasp and shake of glass rang through his ears!
Leaping, he'd grasp Qisma up into a tuck as the shards flew ever which way. People ran in confusion, more than likely from the woman elsewhere in town causing havoc. Bai held no qualms to her and as he hid from the ensuing damage eyes turned down to the lady he currently held close to him. She was a meal ticket and a useful one. Protecting her was probably his best bet to continuing to survive in this land, at least until he found the blonde woman with the oranges once again. "做好准备。我们将为此奔走。(Prepare yourself. We're going to make a run for it.)" He didn't expect her to understand, but a part of him couldn't just do this without saying something. Tossing the woman up in the air all at once, the swap happened rather quickly. One minute she was high above ground and the next she was riding atop a mammoth - a elephant-esque creature of gargantuan stature. With a roaring bellow he howled, eyes lit with fire. Onward march and so it went. Once again he'd rage and stampede, if not only for his own life but for this woman who'd done so to help a stranger.
It was the very least he could do to repay his debt, after all. "ARROO!" His stomping through town wasn't halted by buildings or people. Of course, he tried his best to avoid them but the chaos that ensued was dire. Monuments were left to wrought, people were confused and dazed by the shard rain and the creature that was now present. His eyes set for the exit of this place and hopefully, to get away once again to somewhere he could possibly claim as a safe haven.
But honestly, there was no safety here. Only chaos, as always. Rain fire rain. For once let this purge cease the evil within. So it would sweep, constantly without ceasing. Not him, nor either combatant chasing one another could stop it. And while Bai was all for the safety of the people, he understood too well how war worked. How it quaked the souls of the normal and changed them into more than what they were before. Hopefully, as he could only hope, this land didn't get swept up in the embers that'd begun to burn on the horizon as well.
Major Raid l Major Destruction - 1000/1000 |
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Cor Contritum generated a random number between
75 and 175 ...
80!
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Posted: Sat Jun 23, 2018 4:47 pm
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xxxxx| Health: 350 | Stamina: 510 | Strength: 40 | Prowess: 40 | Defense: 20 | Speed: 40 | Stamina: 40 | Vitality: 0 | Spirit: 50 xxxxx
The woman made of glass moved through the buildings almost like a reflection of the carnage she had so happily delivered to the unsuspecting civilians, she had yet to kill anyone but that would change soon. The fluid glass moved into the air and began to spiral around and around creating a glittering and spinning spear within the air. Soon it would start to turn into a tornado above the town and the large pieces of glass would glitter in the air as it would slowly begin it's downward spiral. The glass moved like long thin spears and the resounding crashes and the ripping of wood echoed through the caverns, men ran with children bundled under their chests while woman were screeching about who knows what. Glass lodged itself in various buildings and soon shattered to return to the crazy storm that Bijuu was currently controlling with the whole of her body. The glass shredded clothing and cut at those who did not take cover or get out of the way in time. The storm spread wider as she would be allowed to continue her onslaught and rip apart buildings and tearing the citizen's world asunder like no other natural cause could. Screams erupted from every which way as she would remain hidden within her own storm of glass and soon see a pub burst open with a large wooly elephant appearing from the wreckage, a woman sat a top the beast as she would let her glass began to shred through some of the buildings in her wake. The glass would stop as it continuously lodged itself into stronger wood, but had torn a few buildings apart. Bijuu would become too keen on the large furry beast and within seconds she would jump down and flit over to it from the rooftops. The glass she had generated fell down around the entire town in large resounding clatters of glass shattering everywhere, the softer tinkling of smaller pieces unable to break gave a softer undertone as if it was the signal that the glass storm had ended. Her small booted feet landed with grace upon the elephant's rump and a few feet behind the woman, she'd walk forward and clear her throat, "Excusez-moi mademoiselle, qu'est-ce que tu fais en haut de cette bête?" her voice that was normally a whisper was now a clear bell, but she would realize her mistake quickly, "Pardon me....I meant to speak in the native tongue..." she whispered quietly, "What are you doing a top an elephant?' she asked the woman softly unable to raise her voice to a proper level to hear without having to strain. Blue eyes would take the woman's appearance in and remain questioning of her, why would anybody summon an elephant in a cave anyways? That seemed foolish, then again so did her quirky dance routine earlier, but that was supposed to be a thing of beauty. No one could say that Bijuu wasn't an eccentric woman, though the one before her might be much more so.
[ Major Destruction 507/500 ]
[ Roll for Raid above ]
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Posted: Sun Jun 24, 2018 4:49 pm
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His initial panicked seem to calm as the ride went on, slowing his full on stamp forward to a eventual slow jaunt of a run. The words of the woman aboard him hadn't fallen on deaf ears, but it wasn't like he could respond. Not only did he not understand her language, he also couldn't speak it and those coupled together only caused irritation as she spoke. For now he paid little mind to it until suddenly, the random plot of another beings feet on his back caused him to come to complete halt, more than likely tossing both women forward onto the grass outside the town of Misty Peak. Eyes blaring down at him as he'd snort, slowly transforming back from beast to human in all but a moments notice. An eventual hue shifted down to the duo, not caring for any words either of them said. The woman, the darker one, he'd found her useful and so, he'd continue to keep her as company. The other. . He didn't care for her and as such, he'd pay little mind to her aside from a privy head nod.
Helping Qisma to her feet, he'd look out onto the sea for a moment with a heavy sigh. There was no way for him to get back from wince he came and yet, he didn't have much choice in the matter. The woman with oranges seemed nice enough and if he could at least find her, then maybe things wouldn't be as difficult. Until then however, the main objective was getting on the sea and figuring out which direction to go. Leaning down, Bai patted Qisma lightly then pointed to the ocean, his eyes staring into her own to perhaps communicate something. Honestly, anything that could or would help get his point across. "夜行者，我们请假。跟着我. (Night Walker, we take our leave. Follow me.)" Were his words, pointing to her then to himself, and to his large boat out on the beach. He'd wait only for a few moments before leaving her behind - there was no time to waste.
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Posted: Sun Jun 24, 2018 9:01 pm
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Their speed was slowing down at a steady pace while the mammoth stomped around the town. While Qisma had an ideas to speak and ask him more thing it would more than likely fall on deaf ears considering the language barrier between the two. Instead the Alabastan remained silent and enjoyed the feeling of riding such a fierce creature. More and more glass was breaking across the town yet she had not the faintest idea on where to look first. Wherever it was coming from was out of her immediate field of vision. Atop the great mammoth Qisma could at least catch a glimpse of some pieces of glass becoming embedded in buildings. This is either the work of another fruit user or the strangest way to rob a town I've ever seen. A few unfortunate souls that had failed to get out had their clothing lacerated, some having far worse than just their clothing cut to pieces. Her hands tightened around the mammoth while footsteps neared their position. Her eyes darted around their vicinity in hopes of locating the source until some fur shifted behind her. Ensuring that she was secure on the beast, she carefully spun around to face the woman. She was an interesting one, able to have snuck onto the man without her even noticing. Or perhaps she was just that weak and simple minded. However before she could reply, the man seemed to have been surprised by her appearance and came to a grinding halt in his path. Qisma was thrown over his back and onto the ground below.
She found her world upside down while the nameless man and the woman looked at her, her mammoth man helped her to her feet while Qisman thanked him with a silent nod. The woman spoke and began her slow walk towards her in a language not familiar with her own. "I'm afraid I don't understand." Qisma said and would lean back at the woman neared her. The translation was given alongside an apology for speaking in her native tongue. She wished to know about the mammoth? Had she about three hours and a meal, Qisma could entertain her with this grand adventure she had found herself in store for. "A fine question. One that I don't even have the answer to." She soon was clapped on the black and faced towards the waters near them as the man and her locked eyes again. He obviously had a goal of sorts. She had no idea what said goal would be but seeing as how she was an accomplice to his mayhem now, Qisma might as well follow him along. Definitely not for the muscles. Personal reasons. He spoke in his foreign language while she was mentally kicking herself. Now there were two languages she knew nothing of. Qisma silently pointed to herself, then him, then the boat until running after him.
➲ OOC NOTES [x]
➲ PROFILE
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Posted: Sun Jun 24, 2018 9:58 pm
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Posted: Mon Jun 25, 2018 5:25 pm
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It seemed she'd agreed to come along, which he more or less expected. After saving her from the glass cavern it was surmised by Bai that she could see him as a source of protection, given he'd seen she had none as of yet. Traveling in those clothes, with that outfit on probably meant she really was a typical street whore and usually those types needed the aid of strength to keep them able for their work. Course, he didn't know if he was right or wrong in his assumption, but the fact that she'd chosen to follow him was enough of an answer for the time being. Coming to his larger boat, mammoth grabbed hold of it, turning and twisting it around towards the sea with a huff and getting inside. As Qisma spoke to the other woman, his hand grasped her arm lightly and tugged her onto the ship, very plainly staring between the two while grabbing an oar for himself. For a moment his eyes looked to the other woman, a tilt of the head in confusion as to why she was still around. Was she too, stranded? And if so, where in the world was she headed on her own voyage? His answers left him amiss as a head turned to the open sea, then once again back towards Bijuu.
He supposed. . if she too were lost, like he or needed protection, he could offer it. Maybe she could offer him something as well, much like the Night Walker had given him food. An idea that he could agree with, a free hand was offered to the woman very blankly as he stared. Was she to join them or was she going elsewhere? They were all strangers to one another, but he'd made it this far off nothing but his sense of direction and pride as a man of Wano. Hopefully that was all he'd continue to need.
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