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 Posted: Wed Jun 13, 2018 6:14 am
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Posted: Fri Jun 15, 2018 11:11 pm
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Rank: Lieutenant
Str: 300 // Pro: 000 // Def: 100 // Spd: 250 // Sta: 0 // Vit: 0 // Spt: 416
The feint within a feint had succeeded as the pirate had attempted to predict her attack and blocked his stomach area, only to be caught completely off guard by the real attack from her left hand. She felt her arm go down with...surprisingly little resistance as she heard a faint snapping sound. She looked over to his body as her eyes went wide, staring at the stump of a neck he had left as she froze up for a moment while thick red ooze started leaking from where his head used to be before his body fell over. There was a very anxious silence as anyone still watching had gone quiet at the sudden beheading she had done with her bare (gloved, technically) hand. Luka herself stared at his body before the small details added up in her head. Lack of breathing, his minimal reaction to her gut thrust earlier, the red liquid being so unnaturally thick, and how weak his neck had to be. Luka regulated her stilled breathing slowly before taking in a deep breath and letting out a long sigh, a bit of sweat on her forehead as she stood upright again and returned her weapon to the sheath at her left hip.
"It's...It's alright...He is a zombie..." She spoke aloud, as if to conform it verbally to herself just as much as she was informing those within earshot. "He is still alive...or rather...not...technically speaking but...He shouldn't be able to move for some time at least." She sighed softly, reluctantly reaching down to hoist up his severed head with a slight grimace. "Lily, you can handcuff him now, his body can still move if he wakes up. We'll have to ask that they stitch his head back on before he is placed in holding as well but other than that, our job here is finished." She looked to her First Mate, certainly not happy with these results exactly, but her face would no longer show it by the time she faced her subordinate, returning to her colder, emotionless face she usually held while working.
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Posted: Sat Jun 16, 2018 8:35 pm
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Posted: Thu Jul 12, 2018 9:18 pm
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Crow was commanded to enter the area known as Bancho Village, which is the area controlled by the Shal’Tear. They were known for having powerful individuals within their guard, with the most powerful being Raksha Shal’Tear, daughter and Captain of the King’s Guard. With the fall of Bancho Village, this meant that the Lothbrok’s were slowly making their way towards the Kingdom, which had to be stopped at all costs. If the King were to die, then the Shal’Tear capital would be lost, and the Hattori would be without their allies to assist them in defending the Hattori nation.
Crow would come into Bancho Village to find a lot of dead people, hurt individuals, and destroyed buildings. Crow would see the blood-stained footsteps with some of the King’s guard spread around. Fire and brimstone lines the bodies and the buildings alike, alluding to the fact that the Lothbrok had completed their descent on Bancho Village.
Continuing to walk through the village, Crow would see a mother and her child crying over a singed body. It would seem as if the woman’s husband used his body as a shield to protect them from the fire, and his entire body was now brimstone. A Lothbrok warrior would come from the midst, but Crow was just out of range to hide in the shadows. “You’re old man isn’t going to save you now.”, he would say as he would lift his blade above his head. He would drop the blade, but a swift Crow was able to intercept the blade with his daggers. “You Lothbrok b*****d. All you know is destruction and murder…” Crows words would be accompanied by his shadow rising from behind him, thrusting a shade-like dagger through the man’s chest.
He would fall, and his lifeless body would give the separated family some comfort.
They would still be somewhat scared of Crow, not knowing his intentions. Crow’s shadow would return to him, and he would put his daggers away. You both should be safe now. I am the Red Fox, of the Hattori clan. I have a ship on the docks of the island. Find it, and lay low.” Crow would give them a map with an X on it. It would show the hidden location of his ship, which was in a safe place. ”Thank you so much Mr. Fox! We will be on the ship. We forever owe you our gratitude.” The woman would say this while caressing the long-haired daughter of hers. Tears fell down both of their cheeks, but they pulled it together and walked in the direction of his ship.
”The Shal’Tear are an interesting people. White hair and yellow-eyed demons some would call them.” Crow would say this as he perused the city to help countless other people within Bancho Village. As Crow would save the final person, they would look to him. “We all appreciate you for helping us, and giving us safe refuge. A man, who calls himself the Scarred Blue Wolf, led the charge on us. He has to be stopped before he gets to the kingdom!” Crow would cringe, and think to himself… Kogake… His codename was the Blue Wolf during his time with the Hattori. Crow would show them where to go, and he would proceed with reimbursing the area and eliminate any remaining threat.
Little did Crow know, Kogake was being made aware of his presence. One of Kogake’s men saw Crow and what he was doing to the people of Bancho Village. ”Captain, you predicted it right. He’s come.”, the warrior would say to Kogake. Kogake would grin, cracking a maniacal smile. ”Good… Keep an eye on him for me. Alert me if he makes any moves on the Kingdom. That is where we will strike.” Kogake would then take his hand and place it on the right side of his face, rubbing it over his large scar that Crow left him with. Their last battle has further increased his hatred for Crow. His deep-rooted hatred was in that Crow was always better than him. Always getting positions first and besting him in battle. He sided with the Lothbrok in order to gain more power to best him.
Crow would finish his duties reimbursing the area, making sure to make a good impression on the people. The Hattori still has their backs as strong allies. It would seem as Crow would have to go to the next area, attempting to cut off the Lothbrok from reaching their destination.
[Area Reimbursed] 751/750 |
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Posted: Sat Sep 01, 2018 9:47 pm
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There are no easy solutions to problems like these, so England tries to follow his own advice. Understand his limitations and keep doing whatever he can to make thing better.
But it's a battle as old as humanity--pirates versus world government. In every age and time, individuals, families, clans, and nations have struggled with how to treat the "other." In the four blues, tragedy is our oldest curse. But there are other divides--over religion, immigration, sexual identity. Sometimes the "them" strategy is just a narcotic to feed the beast in all of us. All too often, those who rail against "pirates" prevail over earnest pleas to remember what "the world" can be and do together. Our brains have worked this way for a long time. Maybe they always will. But we have to keep trying. That's the permanent mission our Founding Fathers left us--moving towards the "more perfect union."
The wind whips up as England turns a corner. England looks up at a troubled sky, ash-coloured clouds. As England walks to the end of the street, toward the bar on the corner. He fears facing the hardest part of a very tough night.
England takes a deep breath and enters the bar!
Inside: banner for the blues Hoyas town and Skins and Nationals, televisions perched in the corners of the exposed brick walls. Loud music competing with the animated chatter of the happy-hour crowd. Many are dressed casually, education and grad students, but some are young after-work professionals in their suits with ties pulled loose or in blouses and pants.
England moves away from someone with a sniper scope and raises his binoculars to check on his team. He was on the top of a building looking at the yonder. There was something going down involving England. Team 1 to the North of the xit, three men huddled together, speaking and laughing. By all appearance nothing more than three friends meeting one another on the street, and conversing. Team 2 to the South of the exit, doing the same thing. Immediately below her perch, across the street from the stadium. Out of his sight, should be team 3. Similarly huddled together. Ready to stop any escape headed in their direction.
The exit will be surrounded, the team prepared to close in like a boa constrictor. "Someone is leaving their seat. Hmm." Englands heart does a flip, adrenaline pumping through him, as the words spill from earbuds. Breathe. Relax. Everything slows to a crawl. Slow. Easy. It will not go perfectly as planned. It never does. A small part of him. The competitor in him, prefers it. When he has to make an on-the-spot adjustment. England moves his eye up to the scope of his rifle. He breaths. He relaxes. He aims. England curls his finger around the trigger, ready to squeeze.
His team and England move toward the exit, afterwards. The left-field gate through which England entered. England's clenched fists. A handful of people have already given up on the game with the first sprinkles of rain. England left.
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Quote: Total Stats: --- | Skypiean: England, 'The Fist of Destruction' | Speed: --- | Strength: --- | Stamina: --- | Defense: --- | Prowess: --- | Vitality: --- | Health: --- | Stamina: --- | Spirit: --- | Destructions: 518 b]Creations: 518 [ Locations: ]
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