There it was, the sound of his feet moving about. Merlin turned his head, opening his eyes to scan the brown of the creature shuffling about the cobble stones. He turned on a dime and dashed for the small creature as he approached the ring of rocks. Only he stirred in that direction, the rage of the flames didn't bother Merlin's ears lest a new noise popped up. His feet made no noise, still in silence from the lizard he had seen take to the opposing side. Merlin would wind his leg, issuing a final dart at dominance toward the small lizard before kicking the rock he hid behind directly into him. Poised on a single foot, his hand had rose in tandem with his kick. That if the rock were to slam into Cameron and attempt to knock him away, the young boy known as Merlin would instead smack the small creature into the ground. If one had bothered to notice, to see to stare. His eyes had gone red from the time he had exited the forest. He was completely enthralled now, enjoying himself just a bit too much.
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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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Posted: Fri Mar 24, 2017 2:11 am
Darkness. It was all he could see from the moment he felt the rock behind him begin to tip over. A dastardly fellow this Merlin was. The kid did not even want to finish the deed himself, so instead he let the rock do it for him. From blue skies to brown dirt and then straight into darkness. While not crushed enough to die, Cameron now lay underneath the rock. His skin was still blending in with the grey texture, leaving hardly anything visible unless someone was specifically looking for him. The little lizard could still hear and even speak in this darkness, but it all felt so peaceful that he figured it best to simply lay where he was. There was no rampaging child out for his life down here, nor was there a need to create his own army. It was just darkness hidden behind even more darkness. There was nothing left in this fight. There was no reason to continue beyond to concede death. Besides, he really did not have the strength to lift this rock up. He was literally stuck beneath it until someone picked it up for him. Would they even know he was underneath it? All question he did not have answers for, but all things he wish he knew. Only time would tell. "M UNDR TH RCK" He tried to open his mouth to yell, but the force of the stone kept him from moving too much against the dirt below. Maybe Merlin both heard and understood those words and would know to come help? The kid was smart enough to get a good battle sense, so perhaps he could track too? Even if time was truly his savior in this moment, Cameron really did not want to spend the end of his day living like a starfish under the sea.
Current Tantrum :: 308 Overall Dilemma :: 2,704 246 [ 000 ] 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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Blinking. His eyes shifted back to the color of the sea. He shook his head a bit looking around, was it over already? Scooping up the rock he gained a hint of the gray creature beneath it. So, the coloration didn't wear off. Odd, weird, strange. Then again it was a unique little duder. He would kneel down, scanning the green chameleon for any serious injuries. There were some bruises but nothing looked broken. He wasn't a doctor though so he wouldn't move the small creature just call in a medical team from here. He had caught wind of the raid, but he wouldn't leave Cameron in this state until he woke up. "Y'probably can't tell'et now but buhhh. ya stronguh alredy." The young fishman would sit down, curling his legs into his chest awaiting the wakening of the chameleon. He probably went a little hard on the guy, but that was how it was out here. What with peeps little Dekitty and that guy who could turn into the giant bird. A lot of dangerous to be lumped in with your ambitions and aspirations. If the little lizard wasn't careful someone could eat him. Wait ... what did chameleon taste like. Eyeing the grey looking bundle of tenacity suspiciously, Merlin would find himself licking his teeth. Yeah, delicious. Prolly. He wouldn't eat him though. Prolly.
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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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Posted: Fri Mar 24, 2017 8:44 am
Light. Amidst all the darkness the swelled up beneath that rock, there was a light that shined through. Were his words enough to reach the fishman's ears? Did he really even speak those words or was it just his imagination? Either way, the rock's movement caused a fresh of breath air for the chameleon. A long winded gasp and inhalation of H20 would breath life into him once more. The grays of his skin would shift back into his normal greens as the little lizard turned to place his back against the ground. He will still downed, but at least he wouldn't be eating dirt now. "Thanks." He spoke before wincing a bit and moving a hand towards his chest. It was dented slightly, but because he was a cyborg with a refrigerator as a chest, it was nothing fatal. It was just something he would have to fix at some point. With his hand laying on his own chest, the reptile had to think about that moment where he could have done some damage, but was unable to because he ran out of juice. "I've got a lot to fix." He spoke out again, though this was moreso towards himself than to Merlin. The chameleon began to tap against his chest, the metals of his refrigerator sounding off with each hit. There had to be a way to make it so that he would never have to drink another bottle of cola while in the middle of a fight. It was highly detrimental and the fight may have been a little more in his favor should he been able to fire off another burst of flames towards his opponent.
"Ah!" His lips released the same exclamation it usually did when he had a thought. Bending only at the hip area, Cameron would immediately sit up and look to Merlin. "What if I made myself more of a robot. I could give myself a constant flow of juice so that I'll never run out of energy again!" He was not sure if Merlin would even understand the thoughts that were running through his head, but he was too engrossed in his own ideas that it did not matter. "..and maybe another element. Fire will probably not always be effective." His mind would wander off as he continued to analyze the fight over and over again. "And when you slammed that spinny thing? I could have used some defensive tech their. Or when you were searching for me in those bushes? What if I have like.. a turret to distract you?" A fight wasn't a fight unless you truly learned from it. Even a mostly non combatant like Cameron understand that. Just because you lost did not mean that you were completely left out. Some would even say that the losses gave you more experience than the other person's win. "If I'm going to be Fleet Admiral, I'll need to do more science stuff. Work my strengths and come back to beat you."
Current Tantrum :: 502 Overall Dilemma :: 3,206 246 [ 000 ] 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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Posted: Fri Mar 24, 2017 1:11 pm
He lifted the Den Den Mushi to his lips before imparting his message. Juusa ... Juusa ... What rank was she again? He had to remember, being a Commander was so trying at times. "Uhhh, guess I'll be on my way. Hold 'em off as long as you can Privut." Click. He would place the small snail back into the confines of his person. He would look to the small creature and think back to the days he tinkered with inventing. Not too long ago, but he could see flaws in what he wanted. Becoming more of a robot was kind of pointless. He already had mechanical parts in him. Why not just run a tube with a compressor from the drinks in his chest to the parts that required it. Sure it would add a few more "veins" to his structure but he wouldn't need to be more or less robotic to pull it off.
Still, it was easier in this case to smile and nod instead of diminishing someone's potential. Not everyone wanted to keep everything as simple as Merlin did. Not in fighting, and not in cybertronics either. Turrets seemed like a hassle, both to construct mid battle and to deal with. So if he had the time undoubtedly they would pay off. He found himself thinking too much. He didn't really care to build anymore. "Well, dere's a raid goin on in West Blue. Should prolly go back her up since no one else said anythin." He leaned backa bit looking up to the sky. Seeming to not have any real sense of urgency. "If ya okay here duder, I'ma go." Of course if the tiny guy wasn't okay he would stay. "Also keep ya changes like small bub. Y'dun have ta' work ya strengths. Ya can just make'em." Wasn't that the most obvious course of action as an inventor. That you didn't have to pay to strengths you could make. You could craft anything and that would immediately become a strength. Just stomp out all of your weaknesses and only be a powerhouse in every section.
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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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Posted: Sat Mar 25, 2017 12:20 am
"Yea.. I'll be fine." The words came out quick. The little lizard just continued to lay down and stare up at the sky. The one finger that was tapping on his metallic chest piece had already stopped as the chameleon was laid there thinking. Being in the Marine HQ, the tiny reptile would definitely be better off dragging himself to the infirmary. However, despite the ground being a rough and bumpy, it felt really nice to just.. not move. "I would join you but.. my feet hurt." It wasn't totally a lie. The green one's entire body hurt from that spiraling water that was thrust into his very soul. It was as if every heart beat pumped both blood and pain through his system. "I'll catch you at the next one, but you've gotta join my crew so we can stay in contact." Generally speaking, even while on the same crew they still had no way of contacting each other until Den Den Mushi's were made available to the public. It was a weird notion really, but one that he was forced to give in to. "I'm trying to make the Marines unite under one banner so that we are more of a team." He puffed out a bit of air before attempting to lift himself up off the ground. With as much of a fight he put up earlier, one would be wondering just how he felt so damaged now. The sudden change was mainly due to adrenaline, although being nearly flattened by a large rock certainly helped. With one hand draped across his chest and holding onto the opposite shoulder, the little lizard was finally standing again. The was a small hunch to his form and his left arms was left slack at his side, but he seemed okay to move. "I'm going to go see a nurse or something. Make sure you catch that pirate you are going after." And with that, the tiny reptile would limp away.
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Current Tantrum :: 331 Overall Dilemma :: 3,537 246 [ 012 ] 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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Teaming up and staying in contact. The young powerhouse would have to think about it. He wasn't exactly sure about teaming up, but the Marines certainly needed to be more united. He didn't respond, he wasn't sure what he wanted to do right now. He waited for the small chameleon to leave before walking off. He had somewhere to be, some things to do, and he wasn't going to get any of that done just sitting around. Good ambitions, the small fishman wasn't sure he had any. Be a Marine, catch Pirates was the extent of his internal programming. He knew the value of rank, but had no desire to climb too high. To have to take charge of a fleet, nevertheless he was sure the responsibility would come upon him
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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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Posted: Tue Mar 28, 2017 8:08 pm
Tawara was here on a special occasion with his girl from Skypiea. Who was now apart of the worlds military. The filter’s edge glowed ember, his cig nearly at its end as the muscle marine exhaled, lips puckering when the smoke filling his lungs left in the form of a lopsided ring. A litter of crushed tobacco sticks lined his feet, his lungs suffering an endeavor that boiled down to nothing more than a more artistic approach to chain smoking. He’d planned on some praise at the very least and he'd never get that much it seemed, perhaps taking a stroll, until they had caught sight of a place to talk, blowing smoke rings and a fascinated urge overcame him. On impulse breakfast transformed from a donut and coffee to a pack of Black and Milds, his eyes flickering over to the lazy marine so effortlessly breathing out flawless halos, while others in the background, wisped away in a variety of cockeyed shapes. "Man the guy's around here have some lame muscles. I can walk around for weeks. I'm not going' see muscle in sight." Tawara laughed with his hands in his pockets.
Dropping the deadened cigarette to the ground. The hooded marine stomped out the burning tip with his heel, and looked up just in time to catch the busty brunette he’d given too much attention to at the bar last night. He’d only meant to strike up a conversation, yet the pink-haired girl had interpreted that as a reason to lean on him. She wasn't happy with his choice and the look on her face spoke louder than words. Now with a grimace expression she was working her way over, and he was more than uninterested in accommodating to small talk about how this wasn't acceptable.
Another day, another time to tell his father that he had stuff to do like work and needed not to be bothered by stupid things he'd never really give two shits about. He'd tell marines that it was a family matter and Miss Matsumoto would let him bolt; but he figured the patience in that kind woman would fall away eventually. One only had so much patience when those who they see day to day lie back to back. Didn't they? Or did she have an over abundance? Had she found the fountain of patience and drank from it's sweet nectar? If so, then Tawara needed to follow suit. "Why do you stalk me? I'm actually here to meet with a pretty girl. That's well--not you."
He laughed at his own words as he walked along the boardwalk with her. He was messaging somebody on his Mushi. Who knew. Of course it was Ima-san. Maybe it was the girl from that party. Possibly Rukia. He shut the Mushi before she could see who the reply was sent too. His eyes drifted along the walls of the waves out before them. It was silent today, and it looked like some of people had already shown up for this attraction. Why was he brought here again? Whatever it was, he was willing to hear Rukia out; that was for damn sure. Tawara made his way down some more stones, and stopped on the edge of this decaying stone funny home video scene. People seemed to be watching from the fairground. Tawara wondered for a moment what for, but his Mushi buzzed again. A.D.D. Picking up the Mushi, he looked at the message and as he responded a small smile creased his face. "I wonder when Ima-san is going to get here. I'm starting to strengthen my attributes with fighting." Tawara always expressed the way he felt about the message with his face. Most could tell the air of the conversation just by the way Tawara was replying at the time. "Why must girl's always take all day to get ready? I don't know what type of song this will play. However, when she get's here. I wonder what she'll think of what I tell her. Maybe she'll think I'm kidding." This lame girl next to him asked him something expecting an answer quick, fast and now.
Tawara laughed at her words for a moment before he heard some teeth clicking and seeing the chicks fist tighten. What was she mad about really? Standing there with his phone off hand, his hood pulled back his steps tapped the stone ground. As Tawara walked over and leaned his weight against an off pillar of wood. He arched his brows, narrowed his eyes, tilted his mouth up in curiosity, and tried to listen in to whatever was upsetting her. Exactly. What was happening in that head of hers there? Little did Tawara know it was that of great importance. That he took this seriously with Rukia, friend, or, foe even he'd known when to stop messing around. "Some marine's are starting to turn up dead. I'm going to start feeling like that again-- However, the Flare Flare Fruit should keep me going. I promised, didn't I? I would stay with her." He smirked.
Tawara leaned forward and put his hands just above his front open jean pockets. "I'll be fine. Sadly, his enthusiasm was real. As real as she was before him now. As real as he was before her. No, the dope hadn't caught onto the fact that she wasn't actually happy to see hear that just yet. For the moment, Tawara was walking on water. "Your welcome." The last bit of his statement was true indeed, seeing as how it killed him inside to have to admit the obvious. Though, being Tawara, he kept a bright and ready side too it. He let a grin reign instead of a frown. He leaned down toward her and turned his head a bit to the side looking at her still. "Where's your brain? Don't you have some guy that's crazy about you by now? You're a pest. To be honest. You're like electricity, and I'm rubber. Completely. Baka. I just told you I'm about to go on a date." And yes, Tawara was still unaware that the direction he was going must have been coming at her wrong. It'd all click at some point.
Tawara already messaged, and called Ima-san, about some girl annoying him in the training grounds. He knew once Ima-san got here. She would be annoyed, too. That this girl was trying to get a piece of him.
The random girl could only watch as Tawara took but a moment to recognize her words. Was she as surprised as the disgusted look on her face? Probably. But for Tawara it had to be a pleasant moment. It hadn't been hard for her to keep his head only on simply moving. Without starting his own marine unit, or joining one, to ignore him completely and never speak to him again wouldn't solve it. "Idiot. Did you hear me?!?" Out of the question even. Tawara on the other hand with his poisonous ambition couldn't have stopped so easily from feeling the way he did. Could he? Well, it was possible when all factors were considered, but she knew all too well that he was glad to share this with her. Elated in fact. She shook her head while rolling her eyes as he repeated what she had just said almost verbatim. She sighed as he seemed to be getting a closer look at her, as if that would help prove to him that this wasn't all an act. It might as well have been though considering it'd all be over soon, hopefully. Even if Tawara was in the same world that didn't necessarily mean that she'd have to deal with him all the time, right? There were so many other ways she could ignore this and get along with him. She didn't have to deal with Tawara's marine unit obsession at all. Save in passing to smile or say hello to keep the peace later on. Where did the idea of building a marine unit, even come from where began to wonder. He'd reassure himself on deaf ear.
Of course he'd want to know how she was feeling, but there wasn't much to share. Tawara didn't need to know, nor was he worthy to know of anything that had happened in the past year. Sure the usual cycle kept repeating but he could only begin to guess what had actually taken place. Tawara wasn't going to be welcomed back into her wind with open arms. She answered, Maybe that would be one way she'd get something out of Tawara. How long had he been a wishing to do this? It could have only been for a short amount of time. Tawara hadn't been associated with the ideal while they were together or anything. At least not that she knew of. Tawara told her everything though, all the time. So why would this be a secret of all things? What reason did he even have to be in a marine unit? There was nothing for him to prove.
Walking on water was becoming more and more challenging. As he stood in front of her and spoke this idle chatter with her. It wasn't that Tawara didn't want to talk to her. That was the opposite of what he wanted. Tawara wanted to sit down, talk with her, get to share what he had been doing thinking about doing for these past days. Tawara wanted to ask how her for approval which meant someone gave a damn what she thought, him. Or how she could possibly help. Or if she had advice, gear or even some interest in fighting with him on this. But that was gone. Yeah, that hurt. Tawara had tried to chase after her but she had pushed him away. She had pushed him completely out of her wind and he'd have to turn to the someone that he had never met while with knowing she was capable to try and fill that role. He had a few girls that he could call friends, but none he could call his partner in crime; none, but her of course. Harsh, his partner just loved to push him away all of a sudden. Why couldn't she have faith now? Was that really so hard to ask? How complicated. As he thought about it, she mumbled something about him repeating his words and he nodded at her. he paused mid-statement.
A small rub to the back of his head caused him to heave a sigh. She was so hard to be around without breaking down completely. He had kept his composure so well around her too. Stupid self. Why did he have to be so excluded from the--- there was more.
That might not have been the way she meant it, but that's how he heard it and felt. Here. The unit. Marines. A friend. Her. His partner through thick and thin. What had she done? Why would she pick those choices of words for herself? She had a good thing going! If she kept at her team she could escape and become truly professional and leave all of this behind! Now Tawara might have been mad. His eyes seemed to shut as he shrugged his shoulders. He wouldn't lie to her, she had figured him out. He had kept the secret for so long, but that's only because she had never asked about it. It wasn't lying if nobody was asking. Every word he'd meant it. That was just how he'd felt just now. Tawara was dead a** and serious, despite how torn up and irritated he was at the whole situation. He'd never been this mad, not for a long time. Not since he hated himself for telling Ima-san his feelings. If there was anything he could do, he'd take it back and wait for her to say it to him. But, right now there wasn't s**t else to say with him turning his back on the rest of what she had to say.
Somewhere between, 'Doubt' and 'You heard me,' she had struck a nerve. These lies. This idle chit-chat that made him want to vomit. Tawara couldn't handle the little games she wanted to play. It wasn't making her happy, not truly happy anyway. And if she had anybody to blame for this it would be herself, he was in the game too deep first of all. It was about high time she started taking responsibility for the turns of events that were unfolding. It was her fault that she was pushing him to fight, more and more. It was her fault that she let him take her words to the head and was around him, she couldn't dare start pinning that on him. And now he was pretending like it never happened? Running away? Rukia thought not. She spoke loud and clear so he'd hear all she had to say. One couldn't see his eyes because of how he had his head turned, his hair was in the way, or the shadow of his hair was in the way of his eyes. He scratched the back of his head a bit more rough than normal, his hair seeming to flip about as he did so. That was an irritated Tawara habit.
She complained, he might not have even been listening at this point. He sighed, defeat was his yet again. Maybe that was what was wrong with him, he was too soft with her. He didn't want to be mean, he would scare her away. She mused, holding her hand out. The smile she had planted on her face this time wasn't a fake one, but a real one. Tawara really was glad to see her consider his choice. He really did want to be around her. Even if it broke his heart to be cold to her of all people and not extend his feelings toward her, then that was fine with him. Tawara shrugged. As long as she was fine with it than he'd keep his drive like it was now. After all, if it doesn't break you or shake you, it isn't love. All was well for now, she teased him with a call sign he'd never accept for his own. He hoped he wouldn't fail. So far, he was knee deep in the water he had been walking on just a few moments ago. Time would tell from this point forward.
For now the girl would leave, and he would wait for Ima-san. On a bench with his arms spread out over the sides. A big manly smile on his face.
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[ Working on my post format a bit ] Offin the distance was Ima just coming onto the scene until she saw Tawara and someone else interacting. She couldn't tell if they were enjoying each others' presence at first, but that became evident after watching the entire thing. Clearly there were complicated feelings here, but nothing for Ima to worry about since Tawara was rejecting the girl... still watching somethign did not sit well with her as her sounds indicated consideration."hmm..." Apause indicating thought followed by a subconscious slip. 'TAWARA!' Imawould shake her head and clear her mind for a moment before opening her eyes and watching the rest. She was glad to see Tawara had his priorities set though her current situation made her want him to do otherwise. She had yet to devise a plan to save them both and betrayal would have been a good enough excuse for her to follow this order out. Tawara was being a little jerk to little girls again it seemed... Ima would sigh shaking her head as she popped up behind Tawara on the bench and snatching him by his ear forcing him to standing up. She would then walk to the farther side of the bench pulling Tawara along by his ear. He would likely have to lean over the bench as she took him by ear."Whatcha doin'?"Alwaysa frightening phrase when Ima usually said, 'You aren't embarrassing me AGAIN are you?'Ima'stone shifted as her subconscious slipped yet again. It seemed that under pressure her subconscious became more frequent. Thoughts of the past returned causing her grip on Tawara's ear to weaken. Her eyes closed for a moment before freeing her grip. One hand taking to her head as tried to supress these urges. However, she could not hold back a slight smile as she came to terms with herself. Suddenly, Ima would send a side kick to over the bench to kick Tawara in the Jaw. Her strength was not that great, but her speed and vital skills made her worth noticing. Yeah she came for a date, but her alternate state was always looking for excitement. It may have been what lead her into the mob some said. Ima herself was typically a very sweet and loving girl, but with her limits as well. When under heavy pressure, irritated, or worn out she would lose grip and her subconscious would slip. In her subconscious were her darkest thoughts that she had always supressed over her twenty five years of living.It was great she had this self control because others hardly ever saw a mean Ima, but she truly existed. Tawara himself was one of the few to be able to get close enough to her to see this side enough times to know when it was apparent. The mob being the only others to see this slip come forth. The Boss cherished it since it was a nice twisted tool to have in someone like Ima. It often gave him an advantage when killing someone unexpectedly was needed. When he had found her homeless, he had taken her in with the intentions of keeping her as his personal escort until one day Ima snapped... Despite being so sweet Ima's tolerance for stupidity just happens to be extremely low thus why Tawara got the brunt if most of her assaults. During an exchange with the mob and a rivaling gang Ima haad flipped her top. Ever since that day, The Boss had been curious about Ima and her potential. He made sure to personally keep her close and took very well care of her. Had she not already been homeless and seen so much, one could have said she was sheltered... babied even. It was something she grew accustomed to, but ultimately it lowered her tolerance. After cultivating her personality The Boss realized it was nothing of his doing, but he was merely feeding who she was. Ima had gone through so much prior to meeting this man and trying to separate the her that drowned in pain, sadness, confusion, and anger. This supression of self lead to separate entity called her subconscious. It began to free express itself from time to time... sometimes taking the main role which was never good for anyone. This is was the Ima that The Boss cherished for her intentions were pure up until she snapped. It was such a capturing innocense that made her so unpredictable and her sensitivity and rage that caught others off guard. No situation ever mended fast enough once she was set to snap. Ima got sick of the lifestyle, she wanted control over herself again. She would leave the group and straighten her life out. She needed to leave the environment that accepted and encouraged her for who she was... She needed to become something else other than a killer. It was easier for her to be loved, but it was also very easy for her to cross lines when pushed in the right direction.
Ima's eyes glared with the furociousness of a dragon, but her kick smooth and elegant like a Phoenix heading for Tawara's jaw. Her leg would quickly retract after her kick so he would not grab it. Her movements clearly displayed her state of mind; Tawara should have seen that she was far removed. Her eyes like that of a demons shining through with a blue-ish white tint of aura.~What are you doing?~Imaspoke within the confines of her mind as she tried to compromise with herself, but she got no response as the kick was thrown effortlessly again with a whip of her leg and pivot of her torso as the strike snapped. Her thin structure made her very elegant and her larger than usual wings gave her a solid base and excellent balance.~Nonononono, please! Stop!~Imacould only blurt out as a thought in her own head, it was surreal. Her subconscious had pushed her to the back of her own mind and things were going black. She fought to regain control as she slowly slipped away. Her leg would retract as she stood still as if reflecting, but a battle was going on within. Not before long Ima would sigh looking up then jump over the bench throwing a flying side kick to Tawara's chest... literally a flying side kick as her wings flapped not only carrying her over the bench like special effect on a low budget movie with plenty of hang time. The fly kick zapped in like a fly kick from the first mortal combat game... choppy... sudden... lacking physics. Her mind becoming corrupted and morbid always looking for a way to distort what is or what was. Wings made that a very easy task as humans did not have that familiarity. Tawara may have been keen to her capabilities to some degree, but even this form of flight assault just an awkward display after two snapping kicks. Despite Ima being more skilled in combat than Tawara, he clearly out matched her regardless of her state of mind. However, she had the emotional control over him... it made all the difference which is why Tawara even kept interest, after all why else would some deal with someone this sentive, this raging, this bitchy, and this crazy? Yep, she had him wrapped around her finger or so she liked to think or so he lead her to believe.
None the less he was in for it and would likely have to throw his gloves up. Maybe if Ima killed him herself, she wouldn't have to worry betraying Tawara and taking him to The Boss. Maybe if he killed her she would be able to die in peace was all Ima could think as she slipped to back then to the forth front of her mind.
! Then a light bulb appeared over her head as she flew over the bench and landed on the seat standing up straight. Her hands on her hips as her head stood straight and her shoulders broad like a super heroin. "hmm..." Shethought again, but this time with some hope as her alter ego was shoved out of out the spot light. Ima looked to th sky as she blurted out, "I GOT IT!!! IF I AM HOSPITALIZED THEN THEY CAN'T POSSIBLY EXPECT ME TO CAPTURE TAWARA AND BRING HIM IN!!!!" Imayelled out in a cheery tone as her eyes squinted joyfully in an upwards arc. After several seconds up standing up right wind blowing through her hair carefree and wild, she would realized she had uttered all of that out loud. xp Immediately Ima would crouch down sighing with her head bowed between her knees and a sweat bubble hanging from the back of her head. "GAaaaH! Baka-baka-baka-baka..." sweatdrop Imawould then stand up holding a fist up in front of her face as she stared to Tawara. "Yes! The time is now! This is my destiny... but I think I'll let my subconscious take this beaten..." wheeImawould fade to the back of her mind once again as her a door inside of her imagination jumped and bounced until it flew open releasing her deepest darkest thoughts. Her worst feelings were about to come forth in this moment as she stood on the bench fist still wavering before her face, but a new presence taking over. The raging b***h in her could be felt from anywhere within the training room. Tawara couldn't miss it. Ima's wings would begin to flutter elegantly slightly lifting her forward off of the bench and gliding down towards Tawara. Her eyes now glowing a blue-ish white once more with a sinister smile.
Posted: Sun Apr 02, 2017 5:49 am
Explode! Grin! Scream! All these sounds and more came flooding out of a nearby boy. Which was currently under a beat down. It was Tawara. Well, the boy wasn't under a beat down, more so marines inside him were. The contents lay way to a single woman, blowing her fist, ad kicks, into another mans face followed by a stamping on his chest. What had happened? Well, your guess is as good as mine, but lets go with something bad, yeah? "Come on... what was that, babe? You're stronger than that, right?" Respect? What in the ******** did respect hafta do with this? All Tawara recalled was strolling in, asking for a good time, and these circumstances made some joke about his hair. It was gay, or bland. And this muscle bound marine, Tawara, damn sure wasn't gonna take these low lives talkin' s**t about him. In total there was what? A strong a** woman in front of him? Excluding the b*****d who'd decided to be the first one to taste the bottom of his boot. Of course there was an audience. "Great radiant god. Will you tell this woman how strong I am. Until she understands. Heh" Tsk, old snot. Like Tawara gave a ******** about this situations customers. All he'd wanted was something to clear the air. A drink maybe or even a little chow time. But nooo, these sons of bitches, with they're taunting had to ruin his perfectly imperfect training session. "What are you looking at, babe?!? Is it me?!" Oh bitches. How they just leave to talk outta there asses~ Without saying much of a word the white head put his hands in his pockets while making his way to the center of the battleground. Looking around him to see folks staring. "The ******** you guys lookin' at?!" He barked in a mixture of french and Japanese. It was hard to use this shitty language without him putting his own spin on things first.
Now out of the situation with the ember eyes of the pride of the marines, looked to those who'd followed him out. The one from before, who'd been pummeled into a bloody heep, also had come out to play. So, it was a woman against Tawara? I mean cool. Totally fair. Not like it mattered anyway. Tawara was going to run through of em like wet tissue paper~ "Wounds will heal. The heart however, a blow there can be catastrophic. Ima-san. I will defeat the pain, or threats, that waver our relationship. Anything that happens to me. That's nothing. I ain't breaking a sweat. Not now, not ever." Tawara didn't even get to finish his sentence before a single foot was smashed into the his dome by Ima-san. That single kick sent Tawara reeling back in pain, holding his face while the other men came around. There it was, a brawl in the middle of the street and it was getting messy. However it was clear that the white head wasn't your normal marine. Tawara either fought before or was trained and quickly dispatched of the silly ********, leaving them a pile on the sidewalk for someone to clean up. Felt like his wrist had been hurt or maybe fractured. Grinding his teeth the white head, moved out away from the woman, Ima, and began walking down the street towards a nearby bench. Hopefully she had something to bandage him the ******** up. "I am beginning to believe I am entrusting my dreams to you. Babe. heheheheheh~~!" he said.
[ We missed the whole week... I don't even want to role play anymore. ]
Ima left the Training grounds.
Posted: Sun Apr 02, 2017 11:59 pm
𝐆𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞 ▇▇ ▇▇ ▇▇ ▇▇ ▇▇ ▇▇ ▇▇ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ "Keep an eye on me, Giselle! Quit trying to get fancy!" The training officer yelled at the fallen Marine who suffered a blow from a pair of iron knuckles. She forced herself back up, her head pounding while she took this time to pick up the katana that lied by her side. "R-Right..." Steadying herself, the chore girl held the blade with both hands, keeping the edge pointed straight towards her opponent while she came at her once more. Surprised by the sudden movements, the french woman jumped back in surprise and leaned to the right just in time to avoid a right hook aimed directly at her face. Going for the legs with her next attack, Giselle aimed a leg sweep at the officers legs. Unfortunately for her, the officer saw this move coming as she caught the chore girl's foot before it even grazed her leg. "You'll have to do better than that!" The woman then tossed the foot upwards, throwing Giselle off balance as she fell flat on her face. To add insult to injury, she received a staggering punch to the back for her troubles. Sometimes it really sucked being fresh off of the recruitment block. "'ow much...longer muzt I get beaten up before our training zession can conclude?" She asked, diving towards the officer and attempting to thrust the katana in her direction. "Just until I beat bored." A roundhouse kick came towards her height, but was dodged thanks to a quick crouch.Another came as soon as the first one though aimed lower towards the ground, mimicking the one that was thrown her way a short while ago. Giselle hopped over this attack and then landed in a position to prepare herself for a counterattack. She rose up and brought her hand along with her, uppercutting her superior officer as she took a step back and wipe some spittle from her mouth. 'At least I got one good hit in.' She thought to herself as the officer spoke once more. "That's the ticket. Now try and do that again and I'll let you go early." After her sentence, Giselle watched as she gave a playful smirk before her movements picked up speed and ferocity. She moved at speeds that seemed almost inhuman at times. Regardless of this minor setback, she would still do her best to make sure she could land one last attack on her. The first strike was another jab, which Giselle took and stumbled back from. A follow up came her way fast enough that she almost saw multiple of the arm while she leaned backwards. Seeing her small windows for attack, Giselle kept both hands on her sword before ramming her side into the exposed side of the opponent and then steping back. During this step, she swung a precise cut at her side, ripping her jacket and exposing bare skin. Before she could react, the chore girl swung the tip of her blade at her knees and then kicked it for good measure. That and to act like she had a concrete plan. "Keheheh., You got some fight in you yet. Good work, recruit. Now hit the showers." Giving a pained salute, young Giselle scurried off away from the training grounds.
The training grounds at headquarters were as lively as always, luckily for Gully who had one last mission to fulfill before returning to the offices. As a new recruit he had been busting his a** thus far in order to keep a step ahead of the rest, but it also meant he was widely underestimated by his peers. Little did many of these peons know Gully was a certified a** kicker, although they'd all learn today. His last assignment was to train against his fellow marines, however he wanted to spice things up a little bit. Instead of choosing just a single opponent the young fishman had begun a full scale attack on several marines in the area. Using his speed in conjunction with his swift strikes and massive crashing tail he tossed a couple of recruits around, enough to the point that they all became rather disgruntled with him and began to surround him. "Make sure y'all attack at the same time, I wan't a challenge here." he gave them a cocky grin before entering an awkward stance. The massive tail at his backside raised straight in the air alongside his arms being stuck out straight in typical karate form. Simultaneously the handful of marines charged him, however as expected the underestimated him due to his rank and age, pushing onward without strategy, just blindly rushing him in a rage. He sighed in annoyance, his shadowy glare displaying the disappointment he was feeling quite well. The moment the group of men got close enough to swipe their blades at him he struck down his tail with enough strength to send four of them flying, while his free hands struck out disarming his two remaining opponents, followed by another swift chop to their collarbones causing each of them to take a knee in agony. So much for a mission, this was more of a joke than anything- it was almost as pathetic to watch as the mercenaries of Ridus Village from earlier. If this was the future of the navy then he'd really need to rise to the top quickly so he could weed out all of this weakness among the ranks. The marines must be a laughingstock currently, he needed to get out on the field and show the scum of the earth what the law was capable of. If this kept up the entire navy would fall apart, Gully himself could only name off a handful of capable marines and all of them were above lieutenant junior ranking at this point, and here he was just being filed for promotion to warrant officer, a number of ranks below them. He would need to make quick work of this ranking system until he found himself perched rightfully at fleet admiral, only then could he really whip this organization into shape. It was going to be a long process, but the sooner he got out into the world and really displayed what he was capable of the sooner he'd get recognized for his skill and tenacity, and with time become a hgih ranking official. Not that it was something that really drove him, Gully just understood that realistically he needed to reach these milestones in order to really make a difference in this place, and the blues in extension.
'And, Start!' he thought to himself as he burst from his starting position, simultaneously starting a stopwatch as he began running from one end of the training grounds towards the other. Watching the man run was insane, he was physically inhuman in his speed, like a speeding car he rushed through the fields, he began drawing a small crowd, maybe 5 or 6 marines were starting to watch the man repeat his dashing multiple times over. Click, he stopped the watch as he finished his rounds and stared at the time, he took a moment and began writing down numbers in a small pad he pulled from his pocket, calculating and recalculating, running the umbers a few times over before mumbling to himself "One Forty-Six....I know I can break One Fifty, Maybe its this terrain...or perhaps it's weight dragging me down, I need new shoes...aerodynamic clothing would assist as well" He spoke, his hand moved to his chin as he began pacing back and forth, thinking over various possibilities for his own speed and how to increase it's output. He stopped, looking over at the crowd he began to draw.
As he approached them, they slowly came to realize the mans size towered over them, his legs easily double the length of a normal mans, Standing at an astonishing 14'6. "You lot." he said, pointing down to the few marines still watching him. The Lowly ranked marines quickly took to a salute "We're going to have a race, all of you against each other. I need to analyze running characteristics. Also, you all need more training, so hop to it!" he clapped his hands together twice, as the marines started to rush into position. Hammond held his hand up, and prepared his stopwatch, as his hand shot forwards, the timer started and the marines began to rush the same course Hammond had run before. After a few minutes, the marines passed one after the other over the finish line, Hammond marking off their speeds as they passed "Fifty-one, Good job. Forty-three, keep working at it Johnny. And...Twenty-two, are you certain you belong here Cortez? This number is poor, you need more leg-work!" he commented, scolding his slowest marine with his arms crossed.
Clapping his hands, Hammond was requesting his marines start over and run it again, and again, until he gets the results he needed. Another marine rushed over to Hammond with a letter "Dawson! That transfer you requested has finally come in!" the man said, handing over the letter to the tall man. Hammond opened the letter and read the words carefully.
'To: Hammond J. Dawson,
We have considered your request for a transfer multiple times over now, and without much discussion, it was brought to our interest your talents would be properly molded under the watchful eye of our own Lieutenant Enka I. Blackheart. Your transfer is to be handled immediately. Please take this additional letter and deliver it to your new superior officer as soon as possible.
From the Desk of: Commander JTD"
With that, a second letter was enclosed and handed to Hammond, which he appropriately pocketed in his vest before walking off from the site.
