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 Posted: Wed Sep 05, 2018 11:35 am
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𝓢𝓪𝓯𝓲𝓻, 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓓𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓮𝓻 // 🅢🅠🅤🅘🅡🅔
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XTotal Stat points: ２７６ ▌│█║▌║▌║║▌║▌║█│▌ ＲＯＫＵＳＨＩＫＩ / ＥＮＴＥＲＴＡＩＮＥＲ / ＭＡＳＴＥＲ
XXXSafir crouched and pushed off the silty floor beneath her feet. Corded muscles released and propelled her upwards like a marlin. Her spear acted like a nose, cutting through the water like a shark biting through fish. Just as she was about to reach the surface, a cord of energy wrapped around her slender frame and drew her from the water. Safir found herself back on the dock with Adam and Asura both in front of her, Adam currently liberating his blade from the skypiean's shoulder. "That was a lovely waltz, we should do it again sometime! KYAHAHAHA!" Safir chortled as she doubled over, gripping her sides with her free arm and hand. A lovely, pale finger wiped a tear from the corner of her carmine eye as she gracefully flipped the spear in her other grasp onto her back and into its holder. The sound of clapping filled the air as she walked forward, one foot in front of the other, and up beside Adam. "Perhaps we could wind down with a cup of tea?"
1,001/900 (Story) (72 points)
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Posted: Mon Sep 24, 2018 6:48 pm
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Asura
In the midst of the situation, Asura would accept that, much to his dismay, he was not the victor here. Though, he would also note that he had two new people that he looked to as friends and rivals in power. Adam would come and speak to Asura, putting an end to their fight and pulling the sword from his left shoulder. He would fall a bit towards the water, using his legs to push off of the boat and land onto the docks, which were shaken and somewhat torn from Safir’s devastating attack.
He would land near Safir, and she would offer the end as well, wanting to drink tea with the fellows. He would grab his loins and let out a gut-wrenching laugh, rearing back as he did so. “Hahaha, considering the beating you gave me today, why not take some tea this day? I’ll accept your gesture.” Asura, originally having a hatred here has learned to find friendship in war. He was always trying to prove himself coming up in the warrior tribe, so it was refreshing to find humans who weren’t scared of him.
“I say we go and find a tea spot somewhere nearby. I believe the Marines will be here soon considering that I killed about twenty people earlier. Also, Safir did destroy the area! I say for now let’s watch one another’s backs. I don’t trust humans, but I at least know that you all can defend yourselves.” Asura would say this, looking at Safir and attempting to bait her response in a hilarious way.
He would walk towards his boat, beckoning the group with his hands to come towards him. He would get on his boat and await for the rest of them to follow ,so that they could travel to their next destination.
900/900 (72 stats gained)
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Posted: Wed Nov 28, 2018 3:06 am
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A distant sound blew across the nearing shores of Swallow Island. Coming a little ways from the Southern Wind, a dark vessel made carriage toward this island. It was far from being a galleon though it did contain enough men to strip it all bare if need be. Especially given the way the skies remained moody.
Aye, there be some godless lands.
Lightning flew about this place more than the birds this islet was named after. A slew of concussive forces made well certain that the land here stay awake and alive. The cuff of an eagle eye would slink back into it's compacted form after an all metal hand had collected it.
Twas the size of half a whale, not at all a galleon though a decent brig. Nuff ta carry some arms a'nutha to man The Black Foal. The war had left him crawling o'er the seas with a slow chug but on his back the vessel carried them with dreams even stronger than his fallen sisters.
Sails without banners nor marks; like the winds here they blew free and some tattered. A mast barely surviving old yet perhaps recent blows from an off site naval battle. Clinging above it's once impressive head remained an old horsen crest with the skeleton of a mare with a horn protruding from it whilst blood made for a ruby necklace. It was only half ugly to look at. There was appreciation in it's tenacity one could reckon.
It was also fortunate given that one of the cannons lowered. That last of their cannons still seeped some access smoke from the corners of its maw. [ the result of a 6 being rolled, no cannonfire] A sea of floating dead mariners, it be lookin' like too, the seamen gathered.
CRUNCH. [ the result of a 1 being rolled] All near loneman boats have been crushed in the ship's undertow.
As it happened, the larger ship had accidentally topped it over for it to be then broken from the skimming. The boat that might belong to the approaching one...had perished. Or two. Or all of them. Or perhaps it wasn't just accidental after all. Either way, the steel helmed helmsman dipped his head over. From above just another glint of steel but from the way the sun shone, however a very thick arm would cup out a grounding voice as they stared sheepishly down at the three. Murmurs going around with some wandering eyes to see who would abolish responsibility. Least not their helmsman.
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Posted: Mon Jun 22, 2020 7:36 pm
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Chevalier Brahne || Electro // Rokushiki || Specialist: Electro || "Through death, I saw the light." || ╔════════════════════════════════════════════╗
The argument would leave Chevalier in a bad mindset. She didn’t want to disappoint her uncle like that, but she wasn’t taking their training seriously. Still, the reason she was training with him was so that she could be prepared for anything that was to come. She would step off of her boat and walk towards the nearest town on Swallow Island. Everything was as it seems as no pirate activity was taking place.
There was one moment that caught her eye. She would pause, as she would see a mother and father holding their child by the hands, swinging him. He seemed to be having the time of his life, smiling from ear to ear. Her face would go from confusion to sadness as she would gaze upon this. The only thing that would plague her to this day is the fact that she cannot remember her childhood. The only thing she remembers is that at the age of 12, she would be in the infirmary and Uncle Moxis would be talking to the nurse. Her eyes would be shaky, and the noises muffled. It did sound chaotic, but Moxis still wouldn’t tell her to this day what happened to her.
She would snap out of it as the Chevalier and the child would make brief eye contact, and she would shake her head. Her emotions wouldn’t get to her today, she just couldn’t let them. Not when there wasa job to do. With the bottom of her wrist seated at the hilt of her katana, she would continue through the town.
She would shove the thoughts into the back of her mind, not really wanting to address them right now. Especially, since Moxis won’t give her any answers to her lost memory and her fragmented sights at the infirmary. Then, something would break her concentration and would require her immediate attention.
”Were tired of paying you for protection. The only thing that needs protecting is us from you!” The shopkeeper would say to the three fishmen that would stand before him and his wife. The man would stand before them, shakingly defending his store and his wife. The fishmen would look to one another, and laugh boisterously. The larger one, who was musclebound, attempted to pick the man up.
This fishman was interrupted by Chevalier as she would place her hand on his wrist. “I am Chevalier Brahne of the Marines. By command of the Fleet Admiral you are to let these shopkeepers go and come peacefully to jail. It would seem like extortion would be added to the list of charges, and this doesn’t seem like your first time.” Chevalier would make a confident face to the fishmen, hoping they would come quiet.
Throwing her hand off of his wrist, the fishman would jump back. “So, you got ballsy and called the Maries did ya? Well, I’m not about to have some Marines ruin the hard work we’ve put in. I’ll be sure the boss hears about this and doubles your payment! First, we need to deal with this runt.” They would ready themselves for battle, and Chevalier would draw her katana, readying herself for what was about to come her way.
╚════════════════════════════════════════════╝Devil Fruit: Sara Sara no Mi, Model: Axolotl || Alias: The Undying || Theme: Aristocrat Stampede || Rank: Chore Girl
IC Notes: ---
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Posted: Wed Jun 24, 2020 10:58 pm
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Chevalier Brahne || Electro // Rokushiki || Specialist: Electro || "Through death, I saw the light." || ╔════════════════════════════════════════════╗
“You, take your wife inside.”, Chevalier would say to the shopkeepers, pointing to their door. The wind would blow the dust of the town’s ground up, blowing Chevalier’s hair and clothing to the west. The fishmen would look to the shopkeepers entering their home and shop, looking to them with disgust. The smallest of the three would step forward, almost wafting the air about their head. This one had two katanas at their side, though not ornate in any way.
“Look, Chevalier, you are disturbing our business here which was catching some momentum. The trouble you’re seeking is not the trouble you want. You should leave, or you’ll put the rest of these great shopkeepers in danger, won’t you?” The fishman would say to Chevalier in a confident, yet condescending manner. Chevalier would bat an eye to him in his attempts to belittle her authority. She’d draw her katana quickly, getting into a stance before the group.
“All three of you are officially under arrest. I’ll get the information out of you once I bring you three to Impel Down.”, Chevalier would explain with her katana brandished before her. The fishman with the katanas would look to the other two fishmen, and look back to Chevalier with a serious grin on his face. He too would grab the hilt of one of his katana and unsheathe it. “Roe… Cod… you both sit and enjoy the show. The fact that she pulled a katana before me only means that I must combat her alone. Hopefully she can make me break a sweat. My name is Abalone, and I’ll be your opponent sword wielder.” The other two would shake their heads in disapprovement, but would take a few steps back accepting what Abalone would request.
Abalone would dash forward at Chevalier, taking the offensive against the young Marine. Chevalier would brace for combat and stay put in her combat pose. The two would clash, a wind that Chevalier would recall in training would echo to the nearby buildings. The two would begin their assault, almost seeming evenly matched at the moment. Deflecting, dodging, and clashing are all three things that could be seen at this moment.
One clash and Abalone would grab his second katana, and say “Ah a worthy opponent which can push me this far. Well allow me to show you Fishman Kenjutsu.” Abalone, and the other two fishmen were surprised that she was able to push him this far. Though, the battle was about to take a turn for the worse for Chevalier.
With his second katana drawn, he applied very fast and powerful strikes toward Chevalier. She now is on the defensive, attempting to dodge his fast strikes, but only able to clash because of the furocity of his attacks. Abalone begins to land multiple slashes on Chevalier all over her body, and in some cases his blade didn’t make any contact with her body. Confused, she would continue her defensive posture. She doesn’t feel the pain nor bleed from the actual attacks. She would feel the pressure of the cuts.
Abalone would jump backward and rear both katanas back. “This is the ultimate technique of Fishman Kenjutsu! Coral Cleave!”, Abalone would say as he would slash his swords in a “x” motion and a wave of sharp water would fly quickly towards Chevalier. This attack looked dangerous, and Chevalier would dodge out of the way. The speed of the attack, she just barely dodged out of the way. The cross slash would continue to fly past her, cutting a building into four parts. Chevalier would look to the building in awe, noticing the difference in their technique and power. She would then look back to the three fishmen who have now turned back and ran away. Abalone would turn his head, looking to Chevalier on the ground while running, and say to himself, “I look forward to fighting you again, Chevalier Brahne.”
Chevalier would stand up, wanting to give chase. Her obligation as a Marine was to put the civilians first. She would sheathe her weapon, and look down to her clothing to find it to be slashed in some areas and cuts to her body. His power, speed, and technique was not something to scoff at. As she would turn around to help the civilians in the slashed building, she would only have fought against one of the individuals and she wasn’t able to defeat him in any way. She needed to know who these fishmen were, why they are extorting these folks, and she’d need to find a way to get some more power before their next confrontation.
╚════════════════════════════════════════════╝Devil Fruit: Sara Sara no Mi, Model: Axolotl || Alias: The Undying || Theme: Aristocrat Stampede || Rank: Chore Girl
IC Notes: ---
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