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Posted: Tue Jun 26, 2018 10:17 pm
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"As funny as hell. That is not funny. Who is this girl?" Hatori said.
Never pausing Hatori awaited Eiza to get up close to him. After surviving his Taimatsu attack peviously. Hatori felt he would have to be stronger. Once Eiza attempted to punch him now. Hatori stepped to the side avoiding the punch completely away from his body. At the same time grabbing Eiza's bicep. Causing his entire hand to turn into fire while grabbing her to burn her. This completely covered her entire arm in fire.
While at the same time throwing a low kick to Eiza's lower left leg. At the side of it. So it was a grab, and kick, at the same time!
Lieutenant Junior Grade, Rango Hatori, wouldn't spend time playing around, too. This turned into a serious fight, after all.
The arm grab and kick would hit Eiza at the same time.
Still feeling indifferent from Eiza. The choices were personal. However, Hatori was having fun during this fight. You could see an honest smile on his face. Which was rare between a pirate and a marine.
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Technique Used:
Kono Yo no Kyūseishu, Saviour of this World
Attack Power, 66 + 25 = 91
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Eiza dmg by 176 to Health
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Quote: Total Stats: 570
|| Skypiean: Rango Hatori, 'The Flame Emperor' | Speed: 369 | Strength: 85 | Stamina: 0 | Defense: 50 | Prowess: 91 | Vitality: 0 |
Health: 1000 | Stamina: 525 | Spirit: 180 |
Steps Marched: 184
Flames Created: 184
[ Locations: ]
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Posted: Tue Jun 26, 2018 10:41 pm
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 Eiza Zoldya[Strength: 124(+30)][Speed: 75][Vitality: 125(+45)][Tiny Juggernaut][Anti-Devil Kuja][Tank][Unarmed Combat][Life Return][Assassin][Pirate]
[Health: 0978/1090][Boost Health: 000/180][Stamina: 515/590][Spirit: 88/98]
And so this man fell into her trap, almost too perfectly in fact. At such a close range this fight would not be one where speed was key...it would be one where whoever beat the other into submission first was the winner. His motions were fast, faster than her own for sure but regardless one could see them, she could take action accordingly. She was ready, while her arm was for sure grabbed, burning her up to her shoulder, and the kick would collide her free arm would reach out during this hand covered in invisible energy as she simply went to grab his neck and to squeeze it upon the collision of the man's attacks. She was in her perfect position, despite being harmed, burned, and in pain she was fighting through, intentions clear on not allowing this close quarter type of combat to simply end.
Pirate Log Bulk Up 2/3 - Tier 3 - +30 Strength and +45 Vitality Busoshoku Haki - 5 Spirit Cost, no boost applied.
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Posted: Wed Jun 27, 2018 1:01 am
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Hatori attempted to dodge the choke-hold. Seeing it coming. Moving his leg out of the way. With most of his body away from Eiza's kick. Eiza missing her own slow kick. However, Hatori was grabbed in the neck from the choke-hold!
But at the same time of Eiza's choke-hold grab. Hatori used Haki. Bushoshoku Haki to lessen the damage. Entire neck coated in black armament hardening haki (Busoshoku Haki). Getting choked for a second.
In the next second, Hatori used Flames Kill Extreme Mera his phasing ability. To turn his entire body into scattered flames. Literally head, and neck turning into flames as well. Freeing himself from the choke-hold. About ten trails of flames, all moving in different directions was his entire body now. In an intangible state all made of fire.
The flames were faster than Eiza.
Since they were naturally apart of his physical attributes. Holding the same amount of speed as Rango Hatori. So the phasing was faster than Eiza. Not allowing Eiza to use another attack after the choke-hold.
Busoshoku Haki does not, and never will, erase any Devil Fruit constructs simply by coming in contact with DF users. It does not, however, prevent Hatori from using his abilities. Unlike seastone, it does not nullify the Logia's powers. So Hatori can defend himself, and continue fighting normally.
The flames reforming into Hatori's entire body 3ft behind Eiza.
Hatori used Ifrit Howl. Flames racing off his entire body engulfing his immediate area in nothing but his own flames. In every and all directions flames covering 5ft diameter of both of their surrounding. Covering Eiza's entire body in flames literally!
"b*****d! That hurt! You---YOUUU!!! ALRIGHT YOU WANT A CLOSE RANGE FIGHT! BRING IT!!! b*****d!!!" Hatori grit his teeth vein shown on his face. He roared behind Eiza.
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Technique Used:
Basic Busoshoku Haki ( +50 Defense)
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Ifrit Howl
Attack Power, 91
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Quote: Total Stats: 570
|| Skypiean: Rango Hatori, 'The Flame Emperor' | Speed: 369 | Strength: 85 | Stamina: 0 | Defense: 50 (+50 Haki) | Prowess: 91 | Vitality: 0 |
Health: 946 | Stamina: 500 | Spirit: 170 |
Steps Marched: 299
Flames Created: 299
[ Locations: ]
Avedis Angelus Edited! Now You Got Hatori Mad ! |
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Posted: Sun Jul 01, 2018 2:36 pm
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Posted: Sun Jul 01, 2018 4:53 pm
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Hatori literally woke up laughing. Looking at the destruction Eiza caused. After he lost the fight. Man was she a juggernaut or what??
Up in the destroyed Kingdom. Hatori opened his eyes wider preparing to reconstruction of the Goa Kingdom. Hatori had helped plenty of the citizens in the kingdom. Starting to reconstruction by carrying many heavy things with a smile on his face. There were even photo's of Hatori doing his best while helping the citizens of Gao Kingdom. Hatori on his face is blotchy from treatments; has only wisps of hair on his head. His face was almost skeletal. To other people, this would be hard to look at. The fight was over at this point, and Hatori could only laugh at the thought. Of him losing to a pirate. Hatori continued with the restoration of Gao Kingdom alone. He was doing a very good job. All that mattered was his strength and the reconstruction. Hatori wouldn't trade this strength for any other in his life. He had a duty as a marine for the reconstruction. Lending in a strong hand for the reconstruction of Gao Kingdom. Hatori had read from the bible and prayed and laughed, and almost cried until his wells of tears had run dry. "I could be stronger." Protecting a kingdom from a pirate was harder than he thought. Hatori would never surrender control to an uncertain fate like this one. Hatori didn't believe he was on his last leg against a pirate. He was feeling much better right now though. Hatori passed through doors and head towards a narrow tunnel that connects. Buildings to the treasury department. Just to the east of the kingdom inside the Goa Kingdom. Collecting his earnings for helping Gao Kingdom in the reconstruction. The real work on the tunnel didn't begin until Hatori had lent the helping hand. Because of the possibility of pirates harming citizens. Hatori was planning a bigger commitment to gaining the strength he needed. To destroy these pirates and their tyranny.
Finally he reached a subbasement. Where theres a one-lane bowling alley, a bunkerlike but well-furnished operations center. Hatori talked with several people being rewarded. While also getting pats on the back for losing to the pirate Eiza. Hatori had told his name to many officials that belonged to this kingdom. Hatori almost lost his composure when laughter started. Hatori produced a controlled mindset of his own. Containing his single most treasured pride. His own prowess on fighting. Hatori whispered he would do his best as a marine. For the kingdom while also protecting his own honor. Hatori puts a hand on his forehead, pushing his hair back. "I shouldn't model the marines. Right now. I need to think about how I can become stronger. This was an error. This can never happen again." Hatori bowed to some of the people.
Hatori was really going to find something that would prove his Mera Mera no mi. Was in fact powerful. A logia losing was very upsetting.
He left.
( Exit )
(Major) Reconstruction▸▸Completed
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(Major)Reconstruction
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Tentaigo generated a random number between
25 and 75 ...
66!
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Posted: Sun Jul 01, 2018 5:17 pm
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Posted: Tue Jul 10, 2018 9:07 pm
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This was a world many years before our time. Before birth was called birth and the world was in a standstill crawl. Before man knew flame. Before the sun was bright and light; the gods rose it for humanity. This was a time of beings above all others and in this time, stood two in particular. Brothers in arms. Warriors and protectors to keep the planet known as Atlas safe from harm, but while one brother saw this place as a sanctuary the other saw it as nothing more than a worthless piece of earth.
They were bound to protect it and for what? For these seethless, useless humans to rise up out their murky puddles to some kind of age of man. An age where they would never know the truth that they were byproducts of the beings up above - the ones who formulated their entire existence and could snuff them out easily. Yet, here were are in this dream that one monster had just woken from. Crashing, waking, slowly he'd yank the iron chains cemented by molten rock and mass amounts of cosmic heat. The decades had calmed the forge used to keep him in place - no longer did it hold the force it once held. Nothing more than iron dusted chains now. Nothing but remnants of the reminder of what'd happen all those years ago. Painful grunts filled the cavern as it rumbled and shook, eyes whisping open as a maw of black and crimson roared open. Eyes obsidian with a red coating, body a marred tan, dark and muddy from the years lacking sunlight. His own brother. . HIS OWN BROTHER! "Leo. . " Soft was the mutter of the beast as a single tear fell from memories flooding through him. It all came back one after another. The fall. The tear. The battle. This planet as their play thing for ten long years and then the silence that befell him.
Locked away in a cellar. Away from what he was owed. Away from what was his birthright! Titanic was his might and with an even louder, beastial explosion, he ripped his bindings free as rock and lava rose to meet his skin. A brilliant burning light emitting from the cosmos that was his body - tattoo's glimmering in shimmering splendor as an erasure of destructive might crushed what was left of what held him. Legs. Arms. It was all free. Nothing held him back. Nothing stopped him. Amon was awake once ago and with his first mighty bellow, the son of Marduk's head careened back as tears fell. Brother! Brother! Why. . They could've ruled together! They could've held this puny planet of man in the palm of their hand! And yet, here the pendulum turned with a new era and a new battlefield.
"LEEEEEEOOOOONNNIIIIDDAAAASSSS!!"
Damn him! Damn him to the Seven Hel's of Nephelheim! If he didn't wish to join him, then he'd have no choice! He'd destroy him and the rest of those who dared stand in his way! Might was all he needed to tear this plain asunder and the God's would pay for turning their head away from the Heaven's second born son! If their cowardice was so high to let that slouch of a man handle him, then they were not fit for their position. "Lock me away, you tried. Keep me sealed, you wished. Death. Death to the Gods." Spoken in a rough, sparse tone as his hand reached, smashing up the dirt and rubble as he began to tear directly upward! The river stix only following suit as heated rivers danced, following his form from the pit of Hel itself! Trembling, smoldering - his strength could no be contained. His fury was more of a rapture of the Kingdom of Goa shook. People found surprise that an earthquake were to occur, but they'd soon find the shocking truth much more than some petty quake. He was more than some natural disaster. Worst. Much worst was his approach to Atlas's surface! Rising from the pits, a beast left sleeping; awake amid the brutal midst of the change in the planet's axis.
They ran in fear as bits of debris flew in every direction. Man was tiny. Weak. As expected, Amon peered down from his much larger form. Mane of pure white and body shining a bright gold for moments before a head turned, peering off into the distance. A settlement of some sort? Homes? Children and women? These foolish creatures erected their own cities while the Gods lay in amusement? They dared defile Atlas with their existence?! "Meek humans. You play God. You make cities in jest. I pity. I truly pity. For even if you attempt, you cannot do so. You simply are too weak." But even as he spoke that, it was something he couldn't deny. All his original strength was gone. He was left with all a crass amount of bare power and with a balled fist, he sent it down, smashing through several buildings to test his mouth. A single swing used to ripple mountains and now, this was the best he could muster?! Anger only grew as he realized that b*****d Leonidas must've done this! How long was he sleeping?! Long enough for these humans to have grown past infancy and walk on two legs?! Damn it all. His father would be ashamed!
Fine. For their transgressions, he had little option in the matter. This city and everything within - he'd take. It all belonged to him. Even their insignificant lives were his for the taking. Finally having settled down, Amon seemed to come to a realization. "Apis and Asir. My weapons stripped from me?!" Little was left but his bare hands and what little flame was left of his Godhood. For now, it would have to do. "Fine. Even this is enough." Hand sliding to the side, it laid waste to yet another tall building as he began to take from within. If he wished to learn, he must first see what had changed. This was no longer old Atlas and as much as it pained him to admit it. .
This was the age of Man.
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Posted: Wed Jul 11, 2018 2:55 pm
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Satō Dakini
XXXThere was a country that the sun rose from. A land far away where men were expected to live and die by the sword and women were expected to be genteel and quiet. A land of bushi and lords. In this land, there was a small, yet powerful clan. The Satō clan was a family with history that went back to the founding of this powerful country, the country of Wano. It was in this clan, and in this country, that a small half-bred girl was born.
Satō Dakini was a half-bred mink. Ostracized by her clan, she was treated as little more than a servant for most of her young life. Her mother was seen as a pariah for daring to lay with a creature that the Wanosians saw as little more than beasts or devils. Animals that could walk and talk were strange spirits after all. And giving birth to such a creature was paramount to bringing a demon into this world. A yokai. Dakini learned to be treated as an animal at best and a slave at worst. There was a time that Dakini, this pure indentured child, where all she knew was suffering.
Of course, this all changed when the girl one day escaped her caning for accidentally dropping a dish and breaking it. She would not feel the lash across the backs of her pudgy, young calves if she could help it! The girl dove under an old storage shed, pulling herself on her stomach through the muck and grime. The rain had fallen the previous night, making the cool earth unbearably icy. Swampy earth clung to her pale skin as she persisted, trudging through the wet dirt. Small fangs grit together as a furrow was dug through the packed, slimy mud. Only when she came to the center column did she stop.
It was here, tied to the central post, that she found a box covered in seals. A young child, confronted with a sealed black box is going to be curious. Despite her fear screaming at her to simply sit there quietly and hide, she reached out and untied the box from the main column. Beneath the shadows of the building, silence pressing down all around her almost as heavy as mud that clung to her skin and the dust that filled her lungs, Dakini slowly opened the box with baited breath. It creaked as years of webs, dust, and dirt broke away from the container. And what did the young, fearful girl find inside of this auspicious box?
It was a strange red and white fruit with curious swirls. The stem was black, the swirls like flames etched on the rind of this large, heavy fruit. Dakini held the fruit away from her body, half in awe and half in fear for what it was. Only demons were sealed in such a way. Was this fruit a monster of some sort? It must have been, for something possessed her to take a bite from that strange looking pod. A strange, alien light lit up underneath that croft. A hellish blue light, that spread as azure flames lapped at the building's wooden walls. That girl, caked in mud and grime, crawled from beneath that house now exactly what the Satō clan feared. A monster. Nine-tails swayed around her, spirit flames dancing with her as she bounded across the yard.
The rest, they say, is history. Now Dakini found herself the head of her clan. Or well, the family had begrudgingly anointed her as the head. They had little choice with the power she commanded. With that power, the woman, now in her early twenties, was sailing across the world with a retinue of servants. Remembering her treatment in the past, Dakini treated each and everyone of those retainers as if they were her family. Well, like family was supposed to be treated. They were still servants though and she was a queen. A goddess! They were all to happy to feed the beautiful woman grapes by hand as the ship crested the slope of a wave. A small ship, by comparison, the sleek design none-the-less broke the crest like a sword-fish through sardines.
It was off the shores off Goa kingdom that a bellow would travel all the way to the open ocean. Dakini lazily lifted her eyes to peer behind her silk shade, placing a hand against her brow. There was smoke rising on the horizon. She sat up slowly and pointed with a long, delicate finger to the kingdom. "There is our header men and women~ fufufu~! We can't let who ever that is have all the fun~!" She cooed softly, her voice a husky whisper. The boat's prow turned hard to starboard, aligning with their new header.
Several minutes later, the exotic ship would be docked on the wharf of the smoking kingdom. Most of the place had been reduced to ruin it seemed. Dakini, resting on a plush bed and arm propping her head up from a silky pillow, waved her people forward. Those burgundy eyes, half-closed, slowly roamed the area as the smell of smoke and iron filled her acute nostrils. "We nearly missed all the fun fufufu~" She mused aloud as her servants went to work collecting supplies, provisions, and treasure. The stronger men and women would break down doors when need be, crushing any braced furniture that halted their advance. The sound of cracking boards and smashed plaster filled the air, breaking glass and smashed porcelain. They were not gentle in their exploration, though Dakini seemed unconcerned. Her palisade was set down in the center of the town, letting Dakini to take long graceful steps down. She was assisted, her hands resting only just on the hands of dutiful attendants. Her thick hips swayed, her tails swishing the ground (all nine of them) behind her as she walked towards the horned giant that had created a majority of the destruction. There was no fear in her eyes as she moved forward, placing one heeled foot in front of the other. CLACK CLACK CLACK. Her shoes clicked against dusty ground. "Pleasure, I'm sure~ you may call me Dakini." A purr would escape from behind those soft, smiling lips as the nine-tailed fox bowed delicately at her waist in front of the giant.
word count: 1055/900
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Posted: Wed Jul 11, 2018 4:27 pm
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[
i]FWOOM!
Another building came crashing down!
SCRRRASSHHHH!
Wind whipped through the area as his mighty fist laid high above, careening from left to right as light emanated about the area. Momentarily he paused as he watched the humans flee, lumbering in his mighty stature whilst taking time to view their fleeting backsides. Children ran when the adults came baring gifts of malice; it was just how the world worked. "Puny humans. You run from what you cannot understand. Expected." Callously did they leave behind who they once were. Their homes. Their merriment. He'd taken that from them and gave little back in return aside from wanton destruction. Husks of homes and barely standing buildings graciously combed the main city limits. Some bodies lay int he street as a cost to what chaos was wrought here. If they didn't wish to die then they should've stayed away from his mighty fist!
"Pleasure, I'm sure~ you may call me Dakini."
Hmmm? Shifting on his stance, his body turned to look about the air but at first saw no one. However, once looking down and taking more of a glance, he bore witness to what looked to be some sort of tiny fox like creature. Human? Somewhat. Though her tails and presence weighed heavier than before - Amon removed his helmet that masked his face, showing a bland expression. Horns that protruded high into the sky and that bright, white coloring for hair made him just as exotic as her, herself. His eyes, red and black, with some mix of yellow lining, stared directly to her form. Without shame he take in her physical attributes. A full chest. Thick, child bearing hips. Tails? Even the God's were privy to the wants of the physical. How else would one pass on their mighty legacy? "Little fox, you speak openly to a god. Be privy to not waste your breath." Calmly he'd utter as one of the dual axes slammed into the earth, causing it to rumble and shake violently while its owner sat on a nearby pile of rubble.
A hand slowly coerced out, silently but with an elegance. More so beckoning her over to join him for a moment. Reaching into a nearby building, he found what looked to be ale in a large tanker. Eyes its proportions, letting the metal rip, he'd toss the top to the side before messily guzzling it down. "A drink to wake the nethers. At least humans did something right." BURRRPPP! He'd bellow after, once again paying mind to the tiny woman. "Fox, you're the first to not run in fear. Shows strength. Explain who you are." Intrigued he was, but his attention was spared for the moment. Least til the day he roamed onward, again.
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Posted: Wed Jul 11, 2018 5:18 pm
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Satō Dakini
XXXDakini practically bounced as another building came crashing down with a resounding thud. Her feet almost appeared to leave the ground! The wind whipped by here, tossing her hair all about. She gracefully kept it from blowing out of place, at the same time drawing a paper parasol from her back. The golden floral pattern bled together as she spun it on her shoulder. It was at this point that the giant would shift his gaze and stance to face her. Though, at first he almost appeared to be looking for someone taller.
Those strange, alluring eyes, shifted to stare at her. She could feel his gaze wandering over her large curves and fixating on her tails. One of those long tails flicked forward, sandwiched between her bountiful breasts. Those pale fingers would run themselves through the fur, parting the soft strands like a ship throw water. Meanwhile, her almond-shaped eyes focused on those hard muscles. The scars that criss-crossed that carved flesh. His startling white mane of hair that wavered only slightly in the wind. Mmm~ perhaps she could you use him. Though he seemed a bit haughty for her tastes.
"A god you say~? Then I am a goddess~" The kitsune purred as she calmly walked forward, despite the world upheaving itself from those two massive axes embedding themselves in the earth. Her foot scuffed a line in front of the pile of rubble that Amon made into a throne of sorts. A smug smile played across her face, stretching from cheek to cheek as the god beckoned her forward with an elegant gesture. His long arm stretched to his side, reaching into a nearby building. The crumbling ruins still contained barrels of booze it seemed.
She stepped up onto the first stone, her long, shapely leg bent. That zaftig limb revealed from the folds of her kimono as she pulled herself up gracefully, a high silky, sock riding all the way to her mid-thigh. As she took another step the god released a wretched belch. Men! They're all the same, gods or mortals! "I saw smoke on the ocean, thought I might find something interesting here~ fufufu~" That lilting voice practically singing as she held the back of her hand to her mouth, giggling. The woman leaned forward on the last step, giving Amon a good view straight down her elegant dress as she slid a gloved hand down his leg. She perched herself on that meaty thigh of his, resting her chin on her hands and her elbows against his powerful muscle.
"I am Satō Dakini, Kami-san~ empress and goddess to my people~" She said in response to his request. Or order. It was neither here nor there. That perfectly shaped face tilted to the side as she stared up at him with a bemused expression. Those crimson hues wandered over his deific countenance. "And you~ ō-kami-san?" The question left her lips as she swayed her baby-bearing hips side to side and gave him come-hither eyes. Those long tails swished behind her aimlessly as she waited for his answer.
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Posted: Thu Jul 12, 2018 3:07 am
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Lining the depth of his anguish, the want to continued to rampage was a clear expression of his mood. It disgusted him even now that there dare be humans willing to leave behind what they knew for the sake of their own miserable lives. Pathetic. If the Gods had taught them anything, it was to be adept. Strong. Powerful in their own right! At lost show some humility in your weak, existence. Finishing off the last of the Ale, Amon tossed the canister to the side blankly, eyes going from around him back down to the woman now perched on his thigh. Of course he'd continue to look her over - she was an enticing little thing after all. Years being sealed within stone and lava made for a very unbecoming circumstance. He couldn't even do so much as move a muscle, but alas, that was the past. What she said is what caught his attention more than anything else. An eyebrow raised as she spoke, him continuing to stare. No, now it was more of a glare rather than a stare. Was she making fun of him? Of the Gods? It wasn't something that he could take lightly. "A goddess you say? By the beard of Casr'aal, have they been mating in my absence?" He didn't felt the deific presence coming off her. Whilst he did sense she wasn't some normal human, he didn't see her as a higher being either. Perhaps masking her presence.
Hmph. He'd have to find out more from this Goddess, then. At least, with her about she could explain more of what'd come of this world.
Ho? Empress and Goddess? Was she taking on the ideal of being a Goddess because she was a ruler? So perhaps she was indeed just some farce after all. A lone hand went down, his finger currently the size of her entire body and offered it as a gesture to shake. Either way, he was amused by her existence. Whatever she believed herself to be was no more than what he did. For now, she could claim this title and he'd not make her pay for her outright sin. "I am Amoneas Vry Dukanous! Son of Marduk, the Heavenly Calf and once known as protector of the Heavens. Course, I've fallen from such a gracious title! Gyahohohohoho!" Laughing at the pompous ideal; of course, he would no longer serve as their guard dog. He was meant for much higher things. This world would be his, no matter the cost. As a conqueror, it was his duty! "Dakini. A name befitting. Explain this land to me. The humans rule it now?" First, he must gain knowledge. Then, gain a council. Between then, find his true weapons and finally, make a trek to the Valenheim. Much to be done, but he held freedom now. That was all he needed.
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Posted: Thu Jul 12, 2018 2:10 pm
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Satō Dakini
XXXDakini took a deep breath in. The scent of Amon intermingled with the cool summer breeze. Smoke, iron, and the acrid smell of brimstone clung to Amon's skin. It was a pungent odor, one that reminded her of stories of the underworld. Where rivers of blood flowed through fiery masses of land like winding wounds on cracked flesh. It was a strange mixture with the cheery scent of sunshine and flowers that accentuated the warm summer air. Now there was the strong, yet musty, smell of whatever alcohol Amon had just consumed and tossed aside. Needless to say, it was a sickening melting-pot of conflicting scents. Though she hid her wry smile well beneath seductively lidded eyes. "My father was from another world~" She answered his likely rhetoric question without lying, but without telling the entirety of the truth.
She tip-toed her fingers across his pale, scarred flesh. The points of her nails would dig lightly into the skin as she walked her digits down his leg. A cheek pressed down into the palm of her own had as she wistfully watched what she was doing. The sound of crackling fire and the distant scream of a gull were simply ambiance as the giant asked Dakini several more questions after introducing himself. "What a pleasant name~ Amoneas Vry Dukanous-san. And what an impressive list of titles~ fufufu~" The foxy purr rumbled in her heated voice before laughing with him. If he was no longer the protector of the heavens, then what was he? Dikani mused over this point as he spoke her name. No honorifics, but that deep, thunderous voice was enough to perhaps let it slide. "Mmm~ yes, the humans have established a 'World Government'." Heavy air-quotes were on the agenda as she somewhat explained the situation with humans. Though it was a very very general summary. Maybe if he narrowed his question down to a specific topic she could be of more help.
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Posted: Thu Jul 12, 2018 5:04 pm
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His titles? Impressive? Now he didn't know if the woman was just being plain cheeky or she actually knew who his father was. Presumably he'd take the latter; accepting her folly as no more than asinine dribble when speaking to a God. He didn't know rather to take some of her words as minor conjecture or, honestly, if she was just making a pass to not be crushed. Still, Amon sensed no fear, which meant he would respect her regardless of the small social faux pas she made. Either way, a more enigmatic expression took him as her words reached. The World Government? These humans actually created a council of their own? "Well, I'll be damned. Their brains matured, it seemed." Slapping his other knee, he'd lightly chuckle to himself - rattling the entirety of the area as he went and looking to the skies above. Just how much did the olden Gods give to these humans? Teaching them and even giving them this much sentience? Why, it was almost unheard of. It reminded him of how Leonidas spoke so fondly of their growth. How one day they could become something proper and worthy of even a mantle the God's could bestow. But Amon knew the truth. He saw reality for what it was and could still see; these humans were nothing more than a plague to Atlas. The All Mother writhe in agony as they polluted and defiled her. Such negligence.
Ah, but his irritation had nothing to do with the current situation. The matter at hand was a bit more important.
"Call me Amon, Empress. You have garnered that much of a right." Subtly shifting, a hand reached out for her to step on and if, when, she did so, he'd bring her up to his view a couple feet towards the sky. Peering and looking her over, he'd nod to himself before speaking yet again. "You are a worthy vassal. You seem to have your wits about you and you aren't afraid to show it. I commend your existence." That was as much of a compliment as he could muster, but he had other plans. It seemed this woman understood this new world and he wished to learn more. About it and about her. "Daikini, I plan on conquering this puny world and using it as a weapon against the Heavens to claim the throne as King. Something I would've done long ago if my brother hadn't stopped me." Such pain and anguish still lied beneath the surface, but speaking of it would only cause unneeded aggression. "This new world has new things that I must learn. So I ask, will you be my vassal in this land? If you join me I offer you a kingdom much greater than your own. The entire planet as I move on to my rightful throne. What say you?" There wasn't a hint of lying. He dare not deceive. This world was nothing more than a footstool to him and he'd go even higher still, with her by his side.
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