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 Posted: Thu Aug 09, 2018 6:23 am
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He'd understand if she was skeptical of him. It'd be strange if she wasn't, but he didn't lie. There was no need to. And from what he'd shown her thus far, she should understand that this wasn't something he'd tell tales about. Still, sitting and watching her reactions only amused him slightly. It was always strange when he connected with someone. Their essence rubbed off on him. When he connected with Ahn first, he felt her rage. Her want to run wild. It influenced him, but from Regina he felt. . sadness. That was something he just wasn't used to. Accepting it for what it was, the man's eyes only stared as she continued to question him.
He'd plainly raise his hand and shake his head; she had little to worry about. "Trust this. If you are in danger, I will come save you. I've resolved that much already." For the first time in a long time, since he'd given up the name as Ibiki Nobunaga, Hunter felt somewhat human again. This woman needed more than just a savior. She needed someone to help her through these troubled times. If he was anything, he was a monster, but even a monster could have a heart if the right damsel swayed him. Perhaps she was just that. "And. . I will help you take your kingdom back. Maybe when you become queen I can become one of those fancy ********' knights I've heard so much about. Fukhahahaha~" He'd heard stories of em'. Saving women from towers. Slaying dragons. The whole nine yards. Wasn't usually his stick, but. . there were times for change.
But, now that he thought about that he'd look to his sword and think. He supposed it was a good idea now to go find his real blade. With that he'd be much stronger, but it meant he had to go somewhere fairly troublesome. . What a pain. "If you want to see my past. . I suppose it's only fair I show it to you." After those words Regina's mind would whir with everything that's happened to him. Born into nobility as a child of the Nobunaga household some odd hundreds of years ago. Leaving it all behind to travel the land and enjoy his freedom. Become the Heavenly Vessel for a Goddess to fight for her right to rule only for her to be sealed mid tournament, leaving him to die. A few years later he awakens as a husk; a man damned with a body that just couldn't perish, no matter what. Wandering as a blade for hire and tossing his old identity aside, he's now known as Hunter, The Undying.
It was all there for a moment, then it was shut off. His eyes staring across the room before he stood and refitted himself for combat. "The faster we do this, the fast we can leave this place. They're combing it, looking for me. So go on out and act distressed. I'll be there. I promise." That was the most sincerity she'd ever hear from him.
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Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2018 5:07 am
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Their lives were alike. In more ways than one. One of the memories he didn't show her was he too had a love he'd lost, but unlike Regina his was in the form of a goddess. Those feelings that would never be returned always clung to him and made him the monster he was today.
But maybe. . There was hope. Maybe there was a chance to change. He'd been this monstrosity since he'd come back, but with Regina's influence he felt the sadness from all the actions he'd done. Staring to his blade as she got to her feet, he'd stop for a moment to look at her fleeting backside while she left. This was it. If he could save her, then maybe he could go so far as saving himself. If he could do one good thing for all the terrible ones he'd done, then perhaps repentance wasn't an impossibility. Nodding to this ideal and to himself, he'd stand to wear his full Ronin garb once again. Eyes sharpened back to that of a demon. It was time to play the part of Hunter The Undying once again.
"I'll definitely save you." His voice remarked as he walked out the shack.
In town, as soon as Regina came running the men were all waiting in various groups. Down alleyways and on corners. They ran this town and all the people had gone off to hide in fear. So seeing her took them no time at all. Right when she rounded a corner, one of a burly man grabbed her up by the stomach. "Heh, here's the pretty lil' b***h. Tie her up. That hunter fella' seemed to like er'." Without another word, the others followed suit. Doing as their big boss told em' to. Soon enough, Regina was bound and gagged and taken off to an underground passage where a hidden citadel lie. Various passages lay. Cages with people, signifying human trafficking. All kinds of illegal weapons and substances. It was right out of a scene; these guys were definitely not joking around. Taking the wrappings off her mouth, the men smiled to themselves before looking at one another. "This one's gonna be sold, but look'it how pretty she is. Boss won't mind if we use'er for a go around." Snickering to themselves, each one nodded to the idea. The other women in the cage only moved back, hunkering into a corner. Their fear rising from having the same done to them.
As the men began to move forward, they'd feel it a little too late. An intense, almost overwhelming amount of killer intent sprawling off a figure standing behind them as heads slowly fell to the floor. Blood splattering over his being as their stood Hunter. Crazed in expression and manic in smile. "H-He's here! The Red Yaksha!" Licking his lips as he snickered - the larger man attempted to do a backhand which was met with his entire arm being removed. "I told you ******** I'd find you. Fukhahahahaha~" Another slink of the blade and off with his head. A signature that he'd been there. Crying in fear, those around them stared to the duo just as Hunter freed Regina from her binds. Looking around for a moment at the scene, he'd frown. "You should save these people. They'll owe you their lives. Help you replenish your kingdom and maybe an army for what's to come. While you're helping them I'm gonna go have a roundabout talk with these rest of these pieces of s**t." A head reeling back in enjoyment, even if he'd changed a little he couldn't deny it.
The smell of blood always got him excited.
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Posted: Sun Aug 12, 2018 8:58 am
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There was no pretty way to put it. Any Bandit he found, Hunter slaughtered. He went on a reveled tear through the underground base that held these pieces of s**t. Blood splattered across the walls as his laughter filled the halls, resounding with another slash or splack of liquid. All the screams were nothing to him besides music in his ears. The mix of sounds would soon die down as he entered the main sanctum. A large room with about thirty of them and one man sitting on what looked like some kind of makeshift throne. In his hands a canon and on his hips several pistols. Was this their boss?
"Well, you did a number on me' men huh. I'd heard you were good, Yaksha, but not this good. You some kind of demon?" Hunter showed his canine-esque teeth, smiling from ear to ear as he stuck his blade through the concrete. Those crimson hues burning with revelry. "Monster. Demon. Reaper. I've gotten so many names at this point that it doesn't matter what anyone calls me. Now, we gonna do this or what?" Cheeky. The man laughed in response, waving a free hand that held in it a single remote. A button? "You didn' think you'd just storm in here and we'd not be prepared. C'mon now Yaksha. Give us some credit. My men might look like idiots, but me? I do this kinda thing for a living. So, here's the deal. All those women in there have bombs attached to em. I press this switch and they all go to hell. Including that new friend of yours you made." Opening a hand, the man smirked before laughing. "You're gonna pay for all the damages done to my place and then, we're gonna make sure those ladies get lovely homes. Unless you wan-"
SLINK!
Before he'd even realized it Hunter's knife was already across the room in the ******** throat. An eye opened wide as he began sprinting with a wild smile. The rest of the room stared in confusion. "YOU THINK I GIVE A ******** ABOUT ANY OF THOSE WOMEN IN THERE! LET THEM JOIN YOU IN HELL! FUKAHAHAHA!" Keeping the facade, as he went barreling for the man, he sent a message to Regina.
"You need to get outta there. The place is rigged to explode. All the women have explosives attached to them." They didn't have the time to save anyone. And in situations like this, resolve preservation was always best.
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Posted: Thu Aug 16, 2018 6:52 pm
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In final fits of desperation he went on a mad carnage spree.
Man after man fell to the keen slash of the kill. Laughter echoing through the halls as the evidence to who was the culprit displayed itself for all to see. Another. Another. Then another. A head. An arm. Several limbs sprawled all over as he hacked and slashed his way through a drove of them, using bodies as shields to continue on his merry blood bath with little care to leave any alive. They all deserved this kind of death. The main man of the hour watched from afar with wide eyes as his men were reduced to mere puddles or pieces in front of him. An objective move was made to flee, but not before the same crimson eyed beast came lunging through the air to dig his blade into the man's neck. Shimmering with passionate abandon as the last clink of his blade came with chortling laughter.
Soaked completely in blood, he'd calm himself now that his itch had been scratched. Turning with blade on shoulder to head towards the corridors that housed the women from earlier. In his minds eye he'd seen Regina do as he asked. In case he wasn't capable of saving them. Sparingly he slashed open each cage without much of a word, beginning to stroll off with the same lax saunter as before. Without much repose, he'd shift on heel to see behind him the same woman he'd only just saved moments ago. What in the hell were they even doing?
". . We have nowhere else to go. . "
"We've been sold so many times. . "
". . You helped us. We can help you?"
Several voices peaked in desperation. Hunter stared to the group, no words as he merely sighed before turning to walk towards the door of the place. The women only assuming following would be an alright choice as the man hadn't stopped them. This path lead him out the underground and onward towards wherever Regina sat. Placing his blade into the dirt, his eyes wafted down as a finger pointed. "She ordered me to save you all. This is the future Queen of Alabasta, so I'd pay ya' respects." Many mumurs about the crowd before they'd cease as Hunter kneeled down, hand on his sword as he tucked himself inward, much like a knight.
"My Queen, I've done as you asked. I advise we leave this town and make way. . I'm sure we can find somewhere safe for these women along the way." He played the part for her. If Regina couldn't be as strong as he needed then he would give her his strength in exchange. For one reason or another, that is what felt right.
"If you aren't strong enough, I'll be the blade you wield to temper your spirit. As Ibiki Nobunaga, I swear to you you'll never feel weak again."
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Posted: Tue Aug 28, 2018 5:55 pm
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England will get nothing butt a nice vanity our out of all of his endeavors here. But meanwhile, England's credibility is undercut every second something happens. England looks bright and shiny; others looked weak. He nods. That sounds right as someone was talking to England. "I think we should float the minimum wage or the assault-weapons ban." England rolled his eyes drinking some milk. He was only fifteen, after all. A woman was talking to England. Probably in her thirties. Still she tried to sleep with him any chance she got. "We make Gordon come to us and ask us, we'll shove a legislative item or two up his keester." England giggled. "Remind me never to piss you off, lass~" he smiled. The vice president of some company was even aboard their plans. "Of course she is~" The beautiful woman next to England make's a face at another woman. Who was staring in England's direction.
She has a healthy suspicion of Katy Brant, who was my chief opponent for nomination at another position in their crew. After all, England wasn't the leader of this crew in the North Blue. England scattered his connection with many pirate crew's. He didn't just belong to one crew like other pirates. Smirk. She was the right choice for vice president, but that doesn't make her my closest ally. Either way, Kathy would make the same calculation in her own self-interest. If England was removed from position in this pirate crew, she becomes his rank, get it? She was as close as possible to him. So the moment he let his guard down. She would catch him off guard. Still she didn't want anyone getting any idea's. While England agrees with her analysis of the problem. England says. England thinks her proposed solution is too cute by half. England wants to come out strong for both measures. But England won't back off for Gordon. They'll force the opposition's hand. It's the right thing to do, and win or lose. They'll be strong and they'll be wrong. Another one pipes up. "That's the person I voted for, sir. I think you should do it, but I still don't think it will be enough. You are seen as weak right now, and I don't think any domestic policy move can fix. The phone call to Suliman. The Algeria nightmare. You need a commander-in-chief moment. A rally-around-the-leader-mo--" England slams the table in front of him. "NO!!!!!!!!!!!" England says, reading her mind. "Girls. I'm not ordering a military strike just to look tough." He breaks eye contact.
That last point is undeniable. England presence here confirms it. But the converse is also true. England doesn't know what it is he has to tell the others. If it's nothing more than information, he has a price. If it's to communicate a threat, he wants a ransom. This was what they were doing. Pirate stuff. England didn't go through al he did for nothing. England has something he wants, too. Just no one knew what it was. England has one last drink of milk. Walking out of the bar with many followers. Many~
[ Exit ]
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Quote: Total Stats: --- | Skypiean: England, 'The Fist of Destruction' | Speed: --- | Strength: --- | Stamina: --- | Defense: --- | Prowess: --- | Vitality: --- | Health: --- | Stamina: --- | Spirit: --- | Destructions: 530 Creations: 530 [ Locations: ]
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