Further Description Forthcoming: GurinbarΔ-to sits as the Imperial Capital of the Empire of Fire and Houses the following:
[ GurinbarΔ-to Index ]
β’ Imperial Palace | The Palatial Estate of Emperor Hatake Masahiro.
β’ The Iron District | Home to the Surutameni, the valiant guardsmen who take the guard-duty of the Emperor as their Sacred Calling and dedicate their lives to keeping justice in the Imperial City. This District houses the following: ~ Barracks | 7 [ C ][ B ] Ranked Guards ~ Armory | ~ Watchtower | Occupied by [ S+ ] Lieutenant [ Granted through Squadron Slot, must maintain upkeep Monday's ] ~ Imperial Acquisitions Mining Company | Mining Rights - 12/27/19 ~ Royal Treasury | 5/19/20
β’ Residential District | Home to the various denizens of GurinbarΔ-to, as well as the inn for new arrivals.
β’ Canopy District | If the heart of a village is its youth and endeavors of the soul, while the blood is it's merchants, this would be the district wherein the heart resides. Within this district are found the following: ~ Imperial Academy of Hei | [ Study Hall / Academy ] ~ Tenryo-shin Dojo | [ Tatami Room / Dojo ]
β’ Copper District | The Blood and Sweat of GurinbarΔ-to, the mercantile quarter's, with the earliest craftsmen of the village on display, teaching new generations their trades. This district contains the following: ~ Twice Fallen Hammers | [ Personal Forge ] ~ Arboreal Illusions | [ Personal Workshop ] ~ Uncle Iroh's | [ Deluxe Kitchen ]
β’ MasaTek Headquarters | The Conglomerate personally operated in the name of the Emperor, shelled and operating on designs from Masahiro in times before he ascended his position.
Himawari Yuki β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬[ I got a pocket // ]β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬ β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬ gota pocketfulof sunshine; β
"I'm HHHEEERREEE!" she would exclaim upon entering, her hands at her hips as she proudly announced at her entrance of the empty Academy. There was no one here to hear her entrance. Ah well. "Okay! Let's see. Teacher said I needed to work on this... that... this. This one two. Maybe that one. I can take a peek at this one." As she goes over the shelves of the books and scrolls, she took what she needed. Maybe a bit more than what she actually needed but she was going to have fun dang it. "Where is the other one?!" She whined. She was looking for something specific and was unable to find it. But by the strings of the ball of the yarn she was going to find it! Darn it all!
"Oh yea! It might be at the dojo. Maybe I should go back and forth. Hmm. Why can't the Study hall and the dojo be in the same room?" She was going to ask her Uncle that. Right now, she had other things to worry about. She wanted to train up to be the best of the best. Maybe even join the guard! That would be SO cool! "Okay!" She sprinted to a table and bumped her belly into the edge, spilling the books and papers upon the table all over. "Ready! Okay! Eeeny Meeny Miney moe, catch us dragon by the claw, if it roars, it pays us 50 ryo every day, my momma pick this very best one so you are not it!" With that, she narrowed down the list one by one. "Okay! Fuuton it is first! Let's see. Oh wow! There's a lot of what I can learn! Ohhh this is so- aw. I can't learn that one yet. Okay. Fine. Whatever. I'll learn it someday! So that means I can learn this one! So I need to remember the seals... boar.. horse.." she trailed off for a bit.
"ALRIGHT! IT's go time!" She shouted as first thing first, a clone had appeared. She giggled as she gave her clone a high five who also giggled and high five back. Then the clone went poof. "What should I make fly. Oh! I know!" With that, she focused on the chair by the table and have it fly around the room. She started to laugh as she had different objects flying around. Below it, the happy sunshine child was dancing underneath it. Due to her dancing and looking up, she wasn't paying attention as she tripped. Her focus fell and everything went crashing around her as she let out a startled yelp as everything was falling to the ground with thuds. "Hahahaha! Oh, that was sooo much fun! Good thing this place is empty or I would've been in a looottaaa of trouble! She giggled as she stood up and used the jutsu again as everything went back to where it was. This was so much fun! Without teachers or annoying adults, she was learning better. "Okay. I think I'm done with this one." She turned around and left the mess on the table. "Now!" She did a few handseals and all of a sudden there were balls of air under her feet. "Whoa! I need to focus. Here we go!" With that, as quick as she could, she made her way to the dojo.
Arrived at the dojo, she giggled as she snatched a wooden bokken for her to use. She pouted for a moment, " I can't wait for the day I get my katana. It would be awesome!". She scoffed at the dummy at the empty dojo. "This is going to be stupid. And dumb." She muttered under her breath. She was going to have to work on few things. Practice makes perfect like her teachers loved to say. "Stupid. And boring. But the longer I dwell on this, the more negative I become. I need to be happy! I got this! I've done this tons of times! Sure enough, she started to work on the dummy. "Okay! Masahrio said momma was hyouton and daddy must've been Seiryu. Hmm. I wonder what mom and dad were like. I know mom is from Arashi.." Talked mostly to herself as she got into position as she tried to remember what little she had learned when Masahiro had finally found a teacher for the Seiryu arts. It seemed that most Seiryu was not willing to teach to a child that was not of clan. She visualized the dummy and went for a strike. She felt a hard hit on the bokken she was using. Next was a horizontal slash, a beautiful thin blade of water traveled and hit the dummy as well soaking it. With a sharp inhale, she did a backflip along with the weapon path, a thin clear beautiful water was released and went to the dummy. Water was dripping from the dummy now. Her back foot got into a defensive position as she pretended that someone came with her an attack but nothing happened. She needed contact for it to work. "This is boring." The girl grumbled slightly. It was, indeed boring but she didn't have much of a choice. "Practice makes perfect." The girl mocked. "Whatever." She grabbed another bokken as she started to train with both of them.
"Too boring!" She placed the bokken away. "Time to go back to the study hall! With that, the happy girl had the air at her feet again and whooshed her way back to the study hall. "Now my favorite part! Squealing with excitement, she focused as it started to snow inside the study hall. She stayed focused because blast it! Why not! Let's do feet and feet of snow here! She just hopes that Masahiro stays busy with whatever dumb boring meeting he was in so she could have fun. She giggled as it got up to three feet in low areas and five feet in other areas. She controlled the snow inside the room as she made sure there was a hill. With that, she made an ice on the hill so she could have fun sliding of course! She decided to go sliding down the hill and screamed with laughter as she slid few times.. it got boring fast. Bummer. She wanted to have some fun. Then she had an idea! She dove into one of the five-foot hill snow and hid in there. She created an ice-like shovel and started to make a hole for hole for her to place the snowballs at the ready. When she did so, she threw the shovel away and started to make snowballs as she placed them inside the holes. She had few snowballs at the ready by her. Her blue eyes waited. Her nose was at the ready for any scents. Her ears were ready for any sounds of a person breathing or their heartbeat. Even their footsteps.
She was ready for poor unsuspecting innocent to enter.
Gift of Perception - The clan's naturally keen sense of smell is not always the gift granted to the clansmen. Occasionally, the clan members are gifted a different sense to be heightened, multiplying the natural abilities of that sense by ten. This allows hearing to pick up on even muscle contractions and friction inside the body. Smell now gives away gender, body rank, class and killing intent as well as it's previous tells. Sight grants visibility to micro-movements of muscle groups, sight spanning the entire topic within a straight line.
Learned: Wind Clone [ Kaze Bunshin ] - E Wind Levitation [ Kaze Fuuchuufuyuu ] - E Vacuum Sword [ ShinkΕ«ken ] - E Projectile Control Technique [ Tobidougu Soujuu no Jutsu ] - E Retrieving Wind Technique [ Toridashi Kaze no Jutsu ] - E Wind Explosion [ Kaze ] - D Wind Riding [ Kaze Nori ] - C Learned Stage One And Two of Seiryu Learned Stage One and Two of Kazekiri Learned Stage One and Two of Edge Punisher HyΕton [ Ice Release ] Yuki Soujuu [ Ice Manipulation ] Yukimari [ Snowball ] - E Shimogakure no Jutsu [ Hiding in the Frost Technique ] - D Higu no Jutsu [ Ice Weapon Technique ] - X HyΕton: Tsubame Fubuki [ Ice Release: Swallow Snow Storm ] - X Fuyu no Unari [ Winter's Howl ] - X Kitakaze no Yoroi [ Vortex of the Northwinds ] - X DΔ«pushatΔ [ Deep Shatter ] - X
βΊGot alove; β₯ β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬TAKEMEAWAYβ¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬- β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬[And I know that it's -- all mine]β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬
Land of Fire [ Wanderer ] l Genin l Bloodline l Bukijutsu l HyΕton & Seiryu Clan Suiton l Fuuton l 250/250 Chakra l 350/350 Stamina
Wulfram sat beneath one of the many trees in GurinbarΔ-to, the light which shone down between the leaves of the tree danced along his face and drew some measure of consciousness out of him. He had fallen asleep, fallen victim to a terrible nightmare. His hand grasped the intricate b*****d sword that leaned up against him as he rested. No. Something far worse than a nightmare. A terrible memory.
His left hand rose to the cross guard of the blade, simple and inscribed with the same filigree that marked his chakra flow and rested upon the breast of his armor, circular knot design rested at its centre. He cradled the blade to his chest and rested his forehead upon the quillions, he cried openly with a sorrow only he could muster for his twin sister.
"I couldn't save you... Ganymede." He bawled into the heart of the blade, as the memories washed over him once more.
Ganymede's soul shifted within the blade, unable to comfort her brother.
Several minutes passed and the knight roused himself from a sob-induced slumber, eyes focused and mind aware. He let his mind focus and grasp the situation around him and just relaxed.
Life here calmed him. But rested upon his laurels he knew a gnawing sense of pity waited for him. It chewed at his soul and angered spirits waited beneath steel and cloth for his action.
His eyes settled upon a youth and her instructor, practicing the Shinobi arts. He smiled, but knew too well the meaning of children versed in war.
Jenni Deer
Posted: Fri Dec 27, 2019 11:09 am
Himawari Yuki β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬[ I got a pocket // ]β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬ β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬ gota pocketfulof sunshine; β
Behold! She could smell someone coming! It had a musky smell so she assumed that it must be male. He also smelled a bit damp? Odd. Nah. Can't be him. It must be all of this snow slowly and slightly melting. Or perhaps he got out of the shower? Even more odd, she can smell strong metal. Hopefully he wasn't bleeding, Himawari was having trouble to tell the difference between the smell of the blood and iron lately so she's been working on that. Oh! Even better! She could hear his footsteps inching closer and closer! With a soft snigger, she sunk lower into the snow, a solid snowball at the ready!
The door opened....
WHAM! With all she could muster, she threw as hard and fast as she could to aim right at the chest as she sunk back into the snow, giggling as she had to cover her mouth to keep from laughing so hard. No way he could find her! Boy, she would be very wrong. If he looked around and he wouldn't have to do it too hard, he can see the golden locks of her hair sticking out of the snow slightly.
Gift of Perception - The clan's naturally keen sense of smell is not always the gift granted to the clansmen. Occasionally, the clan members are gifted a different sense to be heightened, multiplying the natural abilities of that sense by ten. This allows hearing to pick up on even muscle contractions and friction inside the body. Smell now gives away gender, body rank, class and killing intent as well as it's previous tells. Sight grants visibility to micro-movements of muscle groups, sight spanning the entire topic within a straight line.
βΊGot alove; β₯ β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬TAKEMEAWAYβ¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬- β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬[And I know that it's -- all mine]β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬
Land of Fire [ Wanderer ] l Genin l Bloodline l Bukijutsu l HyΕton & Seiryu Clan Suiton l Fuuton l 400/400 Chakra l 400/400 Stamina
Paff. A snowball smashed against the leather jacket the man wore and his eyes rose to see the golden hair of a young maiden as she tried to hide from him. His morose expression slowly faded and he felt a warmth rise in his heart as he thought of the days he and his sister used to have similar quarrels in their homeland.
"If you'd adventure a quarrel with me, child, I'll give you one!" Wulfram mocked as he reached into a small drift of snow and gathered a large ball of his own.
Leather clad hands packed the snow tightly and he gauged the distance between them, a smirk played over his lips. He knelt low and gathered enough snow to make a smaller, more compact ball and packed it tighter. A plan had come together in the elder man's head as he looked from the girl, to the sun to see where it rested above her.
He cast the larger ball up into the sky, as to obscure it in the sunlight as it fell down onto her. Then scooping up the second ball, he pitched it directly at her hiding spot, where it split right over the top of her head and sent loose snow everywhere.
"Have at you!
Jenni Deer
Posted: Wed Jan 01, 2020 9:55 am
Himawari Yuki β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬[ I got a pocket // ]β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬ β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬ gota pocketfulof sunshine; β
She heard it! It hit him! The man she had seen few times but only in passing. He was always brooding. Wait! Uh-oh! She hoped that she wouldn't get in trouble with him. 'Please please please' She whispered under her breath, her fingers crossed, her arms crossed and she shifted to cross her legs too! She hoped with all her might that he would play with her or don't get her in trouble. She heard his response as she puffed her cheeks, stuck her head out, "My name is-" A high pitch squeal of delight could be heard as she duck to avoid the hit but it aimed at her little fort which just simply turned into powdered snow away. "HEY!"
She shouted happily as she threw another snowball, aiming at his torso area. "You are such a che-" She stopped as a klupppttt could be heard, the larger snowball landing onto her head. With warm and loud laughter spread throughout the academy, she dug into a hill of snow in attempt of hiding, 'swam' her way to the other side as she gathered up another snowball. The blonde girl popped her head out like a groundhog and aimed another snowball at his legs this time.
Gift of Perception - The clan's naturally keen sense of smell is not always the gift granted to the clansmen. Occasionally, the clan members are gifted a different sense to be heightened, multiplying the natural abilities of that sense by ten. This allows hearing to pick up on even muscle contractions and friction inside the body. Smell now gives away gender, body rank, class and killing intent as well as it's previous tells. Sight grants visibility to micro-movements of muscle groups, sight spanning the entire topic within a straight line.
βΊGot alove; β₯ β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬TAKEMEAWAYβ¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬- β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬[And I know that it's -- all mine]β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬
Land of Fire [ Wanderer ] l Genin l Bloodline l Bukijutsu l HyΕton & Seiryu Clan Suiton l Fuuton l 400/400 Chakra l 400/400 Stamina
"Your name is?" The knight questioned, as he tossed himself behind the tree to dodge the girl's prepared snowball volley.
His hands reached up above his head to gather the accumulated snow from the boughs of the tree to make one more missile to throw, in return, at the girl. As he stepped out and took a snowball to the shin, he pitched the snowball for her chest, a bit of laughter upon his chest. Though this faded as her instructor returned and coughed.
"Himawari, were you not cooking?" The man asked, intent to interrupt their bout.
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Jenni Deer
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Himawari Yuki β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬[ I got a pocket // ]β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬ β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬ gota pocketfulof sunshine; β
Oh Himawari heard him alright, she was just busy with other things right now. With a squeal as she got him! She also got hit in return as she fell back for slipping and laughed it off. The instructor had appeared but she didn't quite register to what he said just yet. "My name is Himawari Yuuuuuu--ooooohhhh NOOOOOO!" Himawari yelped. It finally hit to what the instructor just told her. She forgot about the food. She ran to the window to look up at the sun to estimate the time. "NOOOOO!" The golden haired girl than scrambled as she headed out of the door without another word. As she ran, she did a sliding halt, dust kicking everywhere as she ran back into the building and looked at Wulfram, "Ifyouwanttojoinusyoucan, thank you for the fun, byenicetomeetyouyouareawesome" She said really fast that no one would be surprised if he somehow missed the words. She sprinted back out to head to the castle, hoping that it's just at the right two hour mark and nothing more.
[ Exit ]
βΊGot alove; β₯ β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬TAKEMEAWAYβ¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬- β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬[And I know that it's -- all mine]β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬
Land of Fire [ Wanderer ] l Genin l Bloodline l Bukijutsu l HyΕton & Seiryu Clan Suiton l Fuuton l 400/400 Chakra l 400/400 Stamina
tab} π· π π π π π π x π― ' π π π π xxxxx tabtabi dont know how to do thisxxxi step forward, you step backxxxdanced many dances but i'm not accustomed to this one yet..
Lillian trudged through the copper district her eyes set dead ahead as she walked; focused angry. The people in her way must have felt it too, because each moved out of the way of her way with startled glances towards the redhead. The historian was making her way to the dojo, and her target were the myriad of training instruments there ready and waiting for her to beat the ever living daylights out of. Hands gripped at her sides, leather halfgloves creaking with the effort. Her frustration, her discomposure had quickly turned to anger and she needed to be rid of it. Getting angry over losing was not like her-- frustrated? Disappointed? Sure, but never angry. Those who were better at the Game than her deserved respect, deserved admiration.
But no, right now all she felt was a bitter taste in her mouth and a lump in her throat.
Lillian made her way through the Dojo like a silently brewing storm, eyes set dead straight and avoiding everything else. Rooms passed in a blur as she set her destination to her usual training spot; a room hidden away from the rest. She wasn't one for showing off, at least not anymore. Maybe sixteen years prior, when she thought she was the best because of her upbringing. When she had been better than an average soldier out the gate; she knew the drills, the fighting style, how to use a weapon where most boys fumbled. But now... she had grown too old for gloating, at least out loud.
Getting to the room, the opened it then closed it behind her with her foot. Quickly the redhead discarded the boots she wore and made her way across the mat in bare feet. Once again, hands wrapped around the leather gloves causing them to whine under the strain. Tawny eyes were leveled on the dummy in front of her, and after a deep inhale she bag to practice basic drills. Each hunt to the dummy was accompanied by a soft grunt-- exerision from the sheer force she put in to her hits.
tab } Techniques learned, stages 1-4 Small Circle Combatives, used 7 Coupons tabtab Gliding Step | Rank X | Simple tabtab Half Circle Chop | Rank X | Simple tabtab Downward Circle | Rank X | Simple tabtab Full Circle Counter | Rank X | Complex tabtab Snapping Rotation | E-A | Simple tabtab Circle Over | X Rank | Simple tabtab Rotation of Forces | Rank C | Spiritual tabtab Reaping Circle | Rank B | Simple tabtab Piercing Rotation | Rank X | Complex
Lillian spent quite a time training against the dummy, slamming her hands repeatedly in to it in till the ached and burned. Eventually she finished, standing there huffing and panting, her amber locks laying wildly about. Still, the anger hadn't faded completely... So she walked over to the wall, grabbing one of the many daggers off the wall. It felt strange in her hand... it had been so long since the historian had last wielded one. When she had laid down her arms, she had never picked them up again. Not once. She had used other means since then.. fists or magic or... jutsu, as it was called here. The ex-soldier flipped the dagger a couple of times, getting a feel for them. Of course, she had dirks in her room in the castle... but they had been transported with all her other luggage. She caught the blade on the blade, channeling her chakra in to it, before sending it flying through the air silently. The knife buried itself handle deep between the where the dummy's eyes would be if it had any.
tab } Techniques learned, stages 1-4 Sobaga deba sentou, 11 coupons used tabtab Upward Repel | Rank X | Simple tabtab Assisted Jab | Rank X | Complex tabtab Knife Flow | Rank E | Training tabtab Knife Trick | Rank C | Complex tabtab Sleight of Hand | Rank D | Simple tabtab Swift Shot | Rank X | Complex tabtab Dirty Reflection | Rank C | Training tabtab Knife Hand | Rank C | Spiritual tabtab Two-fer-One | Rank C | Training tabtab Triple Assault | Rank B | Simple tabtab Severing Nerve | Rank B | Complex tabtab Bladeβs Edge | Rank B | Training tabtab Spectral Cloak | Rank B | Spiritual
The knife training went on for longer than even the physical training did, leaving Lillian standing there, staring at a dummy that was definitely worse for wear, panting heavily in exertion. The anger had faded to a minimum... perhaps a drink would make it better? Or a nap.
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Posted: Sun Jan 12, 2020 11:47 am
"What's this, I thought the Turtledove was done fighting?" A familiar, normally boisterous but now reserved, voice called from the door.
Wulfram stood opposite Lillian, his full dress armor reminiscent of their days in the Skyeveil Guard. Teased hair, dark chocolate brown, was still strewn wildly from his snowball fight with the young ward of their compatriot, Masahiro. He leveled his gaze on Lillian and crossed the threshold of the room, hazel eyes followed the woman predatorily with each step he took, until he too neared the striking dummy.
"Is it stress? Anger? Mayhap boredom, that brought the Jackdaw out of my Turtledove?" He mused as he turned to draw his blade, his aim leveled on Lillian, instead of the doll.
His left arm pressed forward as a shield, Wulfram threw a lunge with the right arm tucked. His body rushed into that of Lillian.
"Talk woman!" He hounded.
[ Learned Stages 1-4 of Arcane Knight Order (9 Techniques) ]
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Life liked laughing at her, didnβt it?
From the second she heard Wulframβs voice, her guard was up. And boy, did he sure know how to push her buttons... Eyes tracked her like prey, and the Armistead male moved closer. Once, twice, her knives flipped in her handsβ weaving through her fingers like clockwork. As he rushed her, one leg slid back to balance her, adrenaline triggering muscle memory like she had never put down her blades.
The dagger in her hand hit the sword hard, knocking it up and away with a decent amount of force. Tawny eyes blazed; anger, frustration, embarrassment... She wanted to keep up appearances, she wanted people to believe she had changed from the person she was before. But truth was that she hadnβt.
βWhat about you? Disheveled like a pup who rolled around in muck. You a child again, Wulf?β Weight shifted brought her right leg up in an attempt to kick Wulfram away and keep space between the two, her snarl turning slightly to a smirk.
tab } Moves Used: tabtab Upwards Repel - B rank tabtab Formless Kick - C rank
Wolfe Whitehorn
Posted: Mon Jan 27, 2020 12:05 am
"Ah, just so!" The man laughed as his left arm rose to meet her boot, he pushed back against her and leveraged to throw the woman back, while he stumbled away and shook his wrist.
A pall of silver wound around the man as he twirled the blade in his right palm, eyes bound on the young Dove. He set boots to the cobbles and walked towards the woman, his countenance darkened as he circled the room towards her, instead of taking the marked path directly toward her. He sighed, his mind had set to race as he loomed toward her.
"I live, I quarrel, I adventure. I do not simper at the boots of a woman, nor in the shadow of another man. I live my life for myself, and seek my own glories!" He barked, pride and self-righteous integrity at the forefront of his mind as he glowered at her.
The silvered pall grew from his body to his blade, threads danced along his flesh and the viridian eyes of the knight took on an iridescent glow in the dim room. The blade in his hand twirled over once more, then again, then thrice, and he brought it forward, tip pointed directly to the breast of Lillian. Something within the heart of Wulfram had shifted recently. Something within both of them had changed, rocked them to their cores.
Death. Before being brought to bear against the countenance of the young Himawari, Wulfram had been mired in the death and remembrance of his sister. Ganymede. His mind focused on these aspects and how youthful and how full of Life the child had been. He had resolved himself to this path, to stead the road and not to back down. No matter what faced him from here on out, he would remain the steadfast pillar of integrity his sister and Lillian had known him to be.
"Be. Yourself." He growled as he threw his blade to the side and adjusted his grip to take it in both hands.
He had cast off the shackles of weighted defense to face her with the weight of his sins alone.
"Or be consumed."
[ Claimed Reiken no Michi | First Virtue: Integrity ]
With that, Wulfram was off of his laurels and launched himself forward at Lillian. The Wulf pounced and twisted his blade around between both of his palms, eyes intent on the young woman as he brought the blade around to bear. The speed of the blade, when properly wielded with both hands, instead of held in the b*****d grip with one hand, could astound someone who hadn't trained with the Wulf for years. And being the rough man that Wulfram was, he held no punches in this spar, he took the blade in its full arc, aimed directly for the mid-section in a well-aimed center-cut across the torso of his partner, if she didn't move to respond in time. He meant each word he spake and his intent shown clearly with his motions now.
[ Learned Edge Punisher Stages 1-4 Nine Techniques ]
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Lillian hardly had time to react as Wulfram came charging for her once again, his sudden intensity throwing her. She knew his moves, knew how he moved, and that was going to be the only thing that could save her in this spar. Wulf didn't pull punches, and it looked like he had every intention of seriously harming her.
s**t, he was really going to hurt her.
Fury flashed in her eyes as the muscles in her legs reacted once more, dropping her to the floor. Wulfram was stronger than her, she wouldn't win the clash agsmainst him at her side. The angle would be disasvantageous to her. On the other hand, the wide arc for her torso that now missed would leave the man with very little time to react as Dove's dominant hand lashed out, aiming to knock the wind out of him with the heel of the small blade. Whether she hit or missed, she rolled away and was on her feet again, sharp eyes watching the man she had spent so many years fighting alongside. No rebuttal was offered, no quips, no jokes; she was serious. She has been embarrassed once before today, she wouldn't be wounded like that again.
A readjustment of the blade in her off hand lead to a quick upwards snap of her rist, sending the dagger flying like a dart to Wulf's face. She begged for him to block it wuth the blade, to keep him on the defense. The older male would win if she let him stay on top of her. Her now empty hand raised to form a defensive barrier, while her dominant hand still holding thr dagger came up behind it. Her stance was loose-- she'd exhaust Wulfram as much as she could, dodging and rolling and countering.
If Wulfram blocked, she'd rush him. If she dodged she'd let him come to her and use the momentum of his next rush against him. With her lack of practice, the odds were stacked against her, but she was too pissed to go doen without a fight.
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Posted: Sun Apr 12, 2020 5:37 pm
The punch that was thrown for Wulfram's gut met with a lackluster response as the brutish man tensed his core muscles and brandished his blade, his eyes set downward upon the Dove caught in the Wulf's fangs. His position shifted with hers, she aimed to make space and he would more than openly give it to her. As suddenly as her knife went upwards so too followed his steel-clad boot aimed for her sternum, his hip rotated as his blade drug downward to keep a distance between them and prevent her from an attempted seizure on closing the momentary dead air between them. Cold eyes stared at her.
"I'll not give you platitudes, I'll give you truths. You're not your talkative self, which means you're hurt. I didn't wound you, which means he hurt you, or you hurt yourself. Most likely, both. You're a like-minded pair of sharp-tongued prats, with agendas, and silver tongues. One of you is good with a sword, the other a book. You both can't see a forest for its trees." The beastial man barked as he took two steps back and his sword bobbed betwixt them.
"So, pray tell, did you careen after him? Tilt for a windmill and lose your lance in its canvasses? Were you rebuked, let down harshly, after speaking of his love in harsh tones behind his back?" Wulfram hounded, each query spoken harsher than the last, lobbed to drive his inquest home. "Have you predicated upon our lord, and his emotions, the very same respect you expect him and all around him to return unto you, Little Dove?"
As the Knight finished threads of silver danced along his flesh and his eyes began to dance in an almost Astral pattern as he surveyed his partner. His grip upon the hilt of the blade Ganymede shifted, his right palm held it near the middle and his left twisted the pommel forward until the point precariously edged the floor. A shift in his feet was her only warning as Wulfram violently exploded forward towards her once more. As he crossed the mid-point he stamped on his heel and heaved the blade against its natural arc with another twist of the pommel mid-arc.
He knew, at this point, Dove was a capable combatant, and to let herself be injured would be her own fault. It would stem from her inability to focus and her lack of control, in how she faced herself as well as others. He kept his hold on the blade firm but filled with intent. This was combat, and one of them would learn a lesson, that neither would soon forget.
[ Claimed Reiken no Michi | Second Virtue: Respect ]
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Something took her off guard this time; maybe it was the hardened gaze from her partner she had not seen in a long time, or perhaps it was his sharpened words. A fumbled step was all it took, one misplaced movement out of a lifetime of perfected movements. The stumble back took away from her time to dodge out of the way, and she turned in to his strike not away like she would have. Tawny eyes flew wide as Ganymede cut deep in to her arm facing Wulfram as she turned, cutting from shoulder to finger, splattering blood across the room. Her own surprise prevented her from recognizing if the man had pulled back at the last second or just let his blade cut through her like butter.
A loud, ragged gasp escaped from the red head's chest as she stumbled a few steps away and gripped her injury with her free hand. The pressure caused more searing pain through her limb-- the cut was deep, and she'd need medical assistance for sure.
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