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 Posted: Fri Dec 29, 2017 2:02 pm
_______________The Narrator Whispers... ||
tab Once more a howl issued forth from the misted darkness that surrounds you both, the dim twilight casting more shadows than light with all the flora that inhabits this locale. Whatever heaved forth the haunting sound was nearer than before, though only Takira would know that, as Chloe had slumbered through the first. This time the foliage responded to the baying, their bright colored flowers and fronds retreating into themselves at the sound. This had the adverse effect of bringing the light level down dramatically, bringing you into a darkness that was only broken by a faint blue-tinted light coming from one wall. It shimmers, shifting through different shades and levels of brightness, but seemingly perpetual. The fog reflects this, refracting the light in a way that helps obscure most readily available details.
tab Again, quiet settles upon the complex, leaving only the dripping of water to echo along the corridors, amplified by the large amount of moisture in the air that even now beads upon your skin and clothes.
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Posted: Sat Dec 30, 2017 1:26 pm
 Absent mindedly following behind Gwyn Chloe traced her fingers along the walls and roots. Even despite the place being totaly destroyed it was still kind of interesting the way nature had overtaken it. Kind of like some sick twisted vengeance that no matter what we'll build. Nature will always take back what's hers in the end. Chloe smiled at the thought. You ******** rock earth, show em who's boss. Turning back her attention to Gwyn as she started to speak Chloe looked on her with new eyes. Who exactly was this person? Moxie? And not to mention the uniform and metal boots. Just what kind of world is she from anyway. "Ya know." Chloe said with a sigh. "I want to get upset at you I really do. But I'm just too damn busy trying to figure out what the hell you're saying." Pausing to pick up a rock and fiddle with it she continued. "If you really want to know the name's Chloe, Chloe Blueford. I was kinda raised by wild leopard seals so you know.. so they exactly didn't teach me out the intricacies of your human mannerisms. It's all hey did you just steal my fish?! I'm gonna bite your a**! Kinda deal down there ya know?" Hiding her grin behind Gwyn's back Chloe chucked her rock down the hallway and listened for how times it bounced in the darkness. "As for my skills? I.. don't really know? I've kinda felt weak ever since I woke. Before all the s**t with the crystals though I was like really good at melting people. Futton is what I think my teacher called it, buuut that's really just a fancy name for saying the mist from my mouth is acidic." At the moment she finished her sentence Chloe heard a terrible and guttural roar echo throughout the tunnel that shut her up. The exact location of it hidden however, as the network of tunnels both amplified and concealed it's true origins. Like a fleeting shadow the noise passed as quickly as it came and Chloe was left standing quietly in the dark. The excitement rose a little in her voice as she spoke to Gwyn. "Well well well.. looks like we might be having some fun soon. Fingers crossed it's something good!"
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Posted: Sun Dec 31, 2017 2:28 am
Takira Gwyndolin Hekireki ll Strategist ll Doton - Raiton ll Former Bandit :: Current E-Rank ll Jiton, somekindofmagnetic
❀ Takira gave a snort of amusement to the chil- Chloe's fantastical tale of being raised by seals, she was already enjoying this kid more than the first one. Enough moxie that she might not bore her before they got out of the greenhouse. She nodded along as the other girl went into exactly what she was good at. 'A bloodline user it would seem.. could be useful, I know one of my first recruits could do something like what she described. Melted our way into a few places we shouldn't have been, good times. Before she could reply she was stopped in her tracks by an all too familiar howl creeping its way thought the fog and whispering against her eardrums.But much like before it was gone as quickly as it came, only lingering enough to give her one very interesting clue. It was closer this time. "Hmmm. While I would like to agree, I've already heard this already and I still haven't gotten to tussle with it. It was before I went back to that damned crystal room, its been a while since whatever it is let out a howl. It only started making noise when we head this way the first time, and again now." She halfheartedly explained, metal boots once again signalling her movement as she started walking faster down the hall. A few ideas of what it could be started bouncing around in her head. "Could be stationary, some kind of trapped beast looking for help? One of those sound boxes her family would use for entertainment, but being used to lure them into an ambush? A threading sound to signal we should stay away? A bedded maiden having the plow of her life? All possible. Well kid- Chloe, since you were so kind as to tell me about yer charming seal parents. I'll give you a hint at what makes me special in a fight. I was known as the Bloodied Iron by headhunters, and no it doesn't refer to weapons on my person." She hinted at, while she adjusted her glove. With the hint given she immediately notice something wrong with her body. The hint was a joke, she was supposed to be making the metal in the floor tear from the ground and float around while she played with her glove. This however obviously never happened, it seemed that her magnetic field is far weaker than the day before. It truly felt like she was reset back to her teenage years in earnest, back to when she just started learning about Jiton. Would she be able to create any metallic sand for her own use with such a weak field?
Chakra Pool:: [100 //100]
Stamina Pool:: [150 //150]
Quote " You said you would become a martyr for your ideals. In life, you must have been a pure saint. A proud and noble figure, certainly. But who can truly admire the martyr’s thorny path? Who dreams of such an ending? A king… The king must be greedier than any other. He must laugh louder and rage harder. He must exemplify the extreme of all things, good and evil. That is why his retainers envy and adore him. And why the flames of aspiration, to be as the king is, can burn within his people. Proud king of chivalry… The righteousness and ideals you bore may indeed have saved your nation once. However, I’m certain you know what became of those who were saved, but left to themselves.” :: Iskandar
Takirai's Theme NieR: Automata - Simone
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Posted: Mon Jan 01, 2018 7:58 pm
_______________The Narrator Whispers... ||
tab The darkness didn't seem to want the end as the two of you move further into the mists, their light barely enough to see your hands in front of your faces, let alone a beast that chose to slink about in the shadows. The clicking of the steel boots was, alone, enough to help determine that the space you are in wasn't large by any means, and was in fact the size of a small exhibit in an aquarium. This close proximity mixed with the lack of light and a pervading fog would likely become uncomfortable for anyone, with the moisture continuing to bead on your faces with reckless abandon and, sadly, in hard to reach places that are both awkward and annoying. Still, the air was pure, right? That sweet, delectable necessity for all things terrestrial in origin?
tab Not so.
tab You see, the vapor brings a rasp to your exhalations, a labored breath becoming far more common than an easy one in minutes. It may or may not be noticeable at first, but the smell? That was. Salt. Stagnation. Moisture. Earth. These things and more continued to become stronger, more noticeable, as you continue to move in the darkness. For the moment the thing that had caught your attentions the first time remained silent, perhaps watching you from an advantageous positioning.
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Posted: Tue Jan 02, 2018 12:00 am
 Chloe listened halfheartedly to Gwyn as she trudged through the darkness, was it her imagination or was it it filling up the room up more? Either way the prospect of finding some kind of creature buried down here in the depths was so exciting! Her mind a buzz with all of the wildest possibilities that were only deepened as her bandit leader mentioned hearing the beast earlier as well. Chloe quickly filled the air with her own suggestions. "Ooooor.. maybe it's someone kind of crazy deformed human? I mean hell, we are in some kind of secret lab or something right? I wouldn't be half surprised if we stumbled onto some kind of conspiracy with a bunch of cult leaders that are turning people into monsters." Letting her wild theories die for the time being Chloe continued to kick up dust as she waited on Gwyn while she spoke about her own upbringings. For a moment Chloe had thought she was going to demonstrate her abilities for her but instead left it at vague hint. Well damn and here I thought I were getting along so well. I mean sure she threatened to kick my a**, but that's how all the best relationship start right? Slipping past Gwyn and twirling to walk backwards while facing face her Chloe spoke out in a mockingly hurt voice. "Aww come on now is that really only hint I get after I just opened up to you? Trust issues I get it.. Or.." Chloe eyes flashed downwards and wicked grin crawled across her face. Her next line come almost in a whisper. "Or is it..? You know.. performance issues?" When her small laugh rapidly turned into a cough Chloe became acutely aware of just how hard her breathing had become in the cramped corridor. Perhaps it was because she was walking backwards but in that one moment Chloe also noticed something else. The mists that had once been lurking at bay had crept their way in front of her face, and in fact the eerie fog that had once seemed to give her uniqueness had seemingly turned on her. Mixing with the darkness to create a veil of such strong proportions that she barely keep track of her body, let alone her new companion. What made things even worse was the fact that this new darkness was accompanied by the feeling of eyes in the dark. Examining her every move. Nonchalantly trying to scan the darkness behind them for any hint that something might be there, Chloe turned right ways forward and moved to walk side by side with Gwyn and whispered. "Pst.. Gwyn. I've definitely read enough stories to know that this when the 'big bad' watches us from the shadows and makes it's first move." Every so often Chloe would glance back at the shadows, though to how much good it would actually do for them would probably be minimal. "If we don't find an exit soon.. I wanna try and catch it. You said you used metal right? So can you bend a damn iron cage around it?"
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Posted: Tue Jan 02, 2018 1:46 am
Takira Gwyndolin Hekireki ll Strategist ll Doton - Raiton ll Former Bandit :: Current E-Rank ll Jiton, somekindofmagnetic
❀ Takiras face make a mirthful smirk when the child brought up performance issues, the temptation to let out a chuckle of praise her attention was brought to more serious issues when the kid walking backwards started to erupt into a coughing fit. 'Oh great, did I get stuck with a sick kiddo? Wait..' She thought before taking a breath to confirm her suspicions, 'Not sick. Airs... lacking? How is that even possible, did a door get closed behind us? An air tight door?' She was going to ask why it took so long to notice thinner air, but shelved the thought when she realized the echoing of her boots had changed to an alarming degree. What was more troubling was that Chloe was now nowhere to be seen, more to that point almost everything was gone from sight,she couldn't even see her own feet. "So the fog wasn't natural after all..." She mumbled to herself before Chloe confirmed that she was in fact still near her as she felt the bumping of a shoulder against hers, mentioning she thought something would be watching them and asking if shed be able to trap it. She took a short breath and focused on her Jiton for a few moments. Chakra as one of her teachers called it started surging through her body sparking her magnetic field to life for earnest this time, she could feel the metal around her in a way. Nothing strong enough to track somethings movement, hell it might not even have metal on its body, but enough that she knew she could at least maintain some form of control if she needed to use Jiton. "Yes Chloe, I do believe I could trap this rat. Glaring problem. I can't see s**t, and that means I can't trap s**t." She grunted in frustration, noticing how out of breath she was feeling just by talking now. She took the lack of any attack to reach into her back pouch, digging her fingers around into the center pouch in search of her new flashlight only to find a set of flint and steels. "Good news, we could risk our air supply and bodily harm by starting a fire. Might let us see, plenty of fauna at our feet," She whispered to her neighbor, hands ready to strike out a could sparks at a moments notice, "If not we need to start walkin' backwards and come at this place with a plan. Open to suggestions, and only suggestions."
Chakra Pool:: [100 //100]
Stamina Pool:: [150 //150]
Quote " You said you would become a martyr for your ideals. In life, you must have been a pure saint. A proud and noble figure, certainly. But who can truly admire the martyr’s thorny path? Who dreams of such an ending? A king… The king must be greedier than any other. He must laugh louder and rage harder. He must exemplify the extreme of all things, good and evil. That is why his retainers envy and adore him. And why the flames of aspiration, to be as the king is, can burn within his people. Proud king of chivalry… The righteousness and ideals you bore may indeed have saved your nation once. However, I’m certain you know what became of those who were saved, but left to themselves.” :: Iskandar
Takirai's Theme NieR: Automata - Simone
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Posted: Thu Jan 04, 2018 12:36 am
Snorting in response to Gwyn, Chloe retorted. "See it? You're gonna see it when it jumps on our faces in the next five seconds." The follow up suggestion gave some amount of pause to her plan of attack, as Chloe weighed the risks in her head. A surprising fact to someone who had just met her she was sure, but contrary to what someone might think Chloe wasn't that eager to die just yet. Well s**t I don't know would a fire even help in this situation? The place does seem like a pile of tinder ready to go up in a moments notice. Rubbing the back of her neck Chloe simply rolled her eyes at her companions sass and blew air out her mouth in a sigh. "Uh okay... s**t! I don't know man! A fire would be nice and all.. as long as you don't accidentally set this whole plant city on fire. I- Oh wait!" Rummaging through her pack Chloe dug through a few years worth of supplies. Thankfully her teacher had operated under the philosophy of always being prepared. Heh.. who would have thought his paranoia would actually save my life one day? Thank god he's not around to see it. Or.. should I say alive at this point? Jesus was that dark Chloe. "There was a glass dome in that one room we were in right? I think the plants broke it to get to the sun light. Well I just so happen to have some rope and a hook with me! I mean either I wanna try your torch idea and continue onward. But this can be a plan B.. Or whatever you wanna try first my fearless leader."
━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━((Sorry I know I'm late just got caught up in moving!))
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Posted: Thu Jan 04, 2018 5:02 am
Takira Gwyndolin Hekireki ll Strategist ll Doton - Raiton ll Former Bandit :: Current E-Rank ll Jiton, somekindofmagnetic
❀ Takira waited as the girl weighed the options layed out, hands itching in anticipation while the kid stumbled over words. 'Well no s**t I'm burning this place down. I ain't got no damned water on me.' She though sarcastically as she crouched down, hands inches from striking at a moments notice. Only for her decision to be made Chloes honest mistake of doing something Takira didn't like. If Chloe had been able to see Takira's face at the mention of waiting while the kid dug around, the girls answer might have been different. For the better part of the day since almost running the kid through Takira had been staving off her blood lust, she didn't even last halfway through the kids final sentence before her hands had started sparking at the roots under their feet. With brief flashes of light, if one was paying attention... they would have seen the wicked grin spread upon her lips, the light dusting of blush on her cheeks from the euphoria of being so close to a bloody fight, and the increased fire burning behind her crimson eyes. The dampness of the greenhouse proved to make getting it to light a little harder than anticipated, but with a careful puff precious breath she got the sparks to take light. Only a few seconds of babysitting before a flame sprung forth in earnest, spreading beneath them in a predictable haste. A menacing cackle filled the small room along with the sound of blade being drawn. "Well beastie?! I just took a huge piss all over yer territory! Come find why the Bloodied Iron was so feared by whelps like you!" She yelled tauntingly, white glove tightening harshly around her Katana's blade as chakra surged through her. Jiton wrapped around the metal boots lifting her ever so slightly off the ground. Burning eyes darting around for any sign of the noise making beast. "I'm not leaving this building until that thing lays at my feet, feel free to flee if you want." She said with an odd calm as the room started to fill with light to combat the darkness along with the coming of smoke.
[[ooc: its fine, I enjoyed the day off :p ]]
Chakra Pool:: [100 //100]
Stamina Pool:: [150 //150]
Quote " You said you would become a martyr for your ideals. In life, you must have been a pure saint. A proud and noble figure, certainly. But who can truly admire the martyr’s thorny path? Who dreams of such an ending? A king… The king must be greedier than any other. He must laugh louder and rage harder. He must exemplify the extreme of all things, good and evil. That is why his retainers envy and adore him. And why the flames of aspiration, to be as the king is, can burn within his people. Proud king of chivalry… The righteousness and ideals you bore may indeed have saved your nation once. However, I’m certain you know what became of those who were saved, but left to themselves.” :: Iskandar
Takirai's Theme NieR: Automata - Simone
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Posted: Fri Jan 05, 2018 10:05 am
_______________The Narrator Whispers... ||
tab The fire lit, yes, but everything here is wet, causing the smoke that comes from fires to be far larger in quantity than perhaps you both expected. The smoke rises into the air, billowing, with the smoke to fire ratio greatly skewed in favor of the smoke. Out it spread, and the light that it brought is meager at best, and in fact seems to worsen visibility as the firelight refracts off of the moisture in the air and right back to your eyes. Now with the smoke mixing with the moisture the entire mess becomes even more difficult to breath for the smoke, despite the entrance mentioned a moment ago by Chloe in the ceiling in the former room, stayed where it was and spread outwards.
tab Yet this might also be in your intended favor as the screaming from before becomes louder, followed rapidly by something heavy and thick slamming into the ground between the two of you. Whatever it is looks black and about as thick as a young tree's trunk, though you only get a moment to make it out before it snaps back out of your view, into the chaotic mess beyond.
tab It would seem that the hunter has stepped out of hiding, neh?
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Posted: Sat Jan 06, 2018 12:07 am
Listening to Gwyn yell off into the darkness seemed to spark a fire in Chloe. It was sort of strange meeting someone who was so reckless and fierce, almost like she was an inferno that caught everything on fire around her. Defiantly a step up from her mentor or even people that she knew in general, who were mostly the types to look before they jumped. Like hell she would ever admit it out loud, but Chloe found a bit of inspiration from her. Alright alright enough with the praise Chloe! We got an even bigger problem to deal with right now. Which was certainly true as the passage around them began to fill with smoke at a much higher rate then she had been expecting. A sense of dread creep over her that for a moment threatened to freeze her up. After all the area was now filled with enough smoke to block what little vision she had left, and combined with the dirt already in the air, began choking her out as well. In that moment Chloe could only remember one thing. The words that her mentor had drilled into her nearly every single day for this exact moment. Calm. Taking a second to put her mind in order Chloe took as much control over the situation as she could, just as she had been taught. First I need to block out the smoke. Looking down at her hand, soaked in both the dampness from the walls and her own sweat, she remembered what her sensei had told her about being in a fire. Looking down further Chloe found the source of her dampness. Her shirt had started to get soaked from her own sweat. Bending down in order to find a momentary relief from the smoke. Using that time she ran her hands through any water that she could find no matter how little, and soaked in her shirt as much as she could. Once it was satisfactory enough, Chloe covered her mouth and nose with it as best she could and used it as a makeshift gas mask. The water acting a filter trapped the smoke and most other things in the fiber of the cloth though it obviously wasn't perfect. Ugh I can barely breathe.. I need to get out of here fast. Which way did Gwyn even go through all this? Though she tried to keep low to the ground, it seemed even this no longer provided respite from the smoke that now completely filled the tunnel. Out of any options that she could see, Chloe began to crawl through the passageway in an attempt to get back to where she had been before. Or at least in the direction she assumed would lead there seeing as how she had for the most part lost her bearings. Using the walls to guide her forward she continued onward. A part her called out in the direction she was headed to let Gwyn know, but this came out more garbled then anything as the smoke and dirt threatened to find it's way back in her mouth from the deep breathe.
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Posted: Sat Jan 06, 2018 5:51 pm
Takira Gwyndolin Hekireki ll Strategist ll Doton - Raiton ll Former Bandit :: Current E-Rank ll Jiton, somekindofmagnetic
❀ Takira's burning eyes took in every possible bit of information she could before the smoke started to fill the room, a calculated risk that she calculated to little for. Perhaps it was because she wasn't used to working with such a damp environment, perhaps she didn't care, perhaps in the back of her mind she knew it would also choke the enemy, but in the end it didn't matter. She was able to spot two exits, one door in front of her, another to her right, and in the middle? it looked like a small window. The strange part is light seemed to be glowing behind the muck that covered it. If there was life around it was about to be startled by a fire burning down the building. But any thoughts on the matter were cut short by a whine followed by a hard thud right next to her. The beast was above them, and now the mess of black fur or fuzz was scuttering off forward through the smoke. "See ya around kid. This ol lady will bring you back a treat." She shouted into the darkness and smoke, she had long since lost track of if Chloe was even still in the hall with her. Metal boots clanged forward into the chaos her target the doorway, an intact door would do wonders for countering some of the smoke. With her free hand she lifted her thick cloak over her face, a make shift filter that might not do much but it was better than breathing in death. There was too much metal around her to lock onto the door frame, so she did her best to stay in a straight line until she felt her katana bump into a wall, and soon an open gap. Dropping her cloak for a second she felt for a door, groping at the handle and closing it behind her.
She was half tempted to leave it open in the event Chloe was following her. But the lack of sound behind her, aside from crackling wood and plants, gave her all she needed as a signal. 'Good luck kiddo.' She thought as the door closed, burning warm from the fire behind it with smoke pillowing out from the cracks. "Just you 'n me beastie, give me a fight enough to get my blood pumping and I might.. MIGHT, not bleed you dry." She yelled into the darkness, metal boots stomping forward with reckless abandon, crimson eyes burning into the fog for any slight movement that might break it. "I admire the tactics, the attempted subterfuge, I had a retainer that behaved like you. A wild mutt that left his spine when ever he turned his back from a fight. He didn't last long. So I have low hopes for something that wont even show its face." She taunted, knowing that it was very very unlikely the creature could understand human speech. To it she was probably just a roaring beast trampling over its habitat, swinging its d**k around. However she didn't often have to fight wildlife, wolves rarely tried getting close to the bandit camp only ever during the harshest of winters during a feast. And bears were even less common. Her forte was slaying humans, and taunting was the easiest way to draw those animals into a fight. "So show yer face! Are you afraid to fight an old lady like me? You should be, cuz my back feels like I'm a kid again! I can go all out!" She yelled with a cackle, taking a quick swipe at the air in front of her with her katana.
[party seperated]
Chakra Pool:: [100 //100]
Stamina Pool:: [150 //150]
Quote " You said you would become a martyr for your ideals. In life, you must have been a pure saint. A proud and noble figure, certainly. But who can truly admire the martyr’s thorny path? Who dreams of such an ending? A king… The king must be greedier than any other. He must laugh louder and rage harder. He must exemplify the extreme of all things, good and evil. That is why his retainers envy and adore him. And why the flames of aspiration, to be as the king is, can burn within his people. Proud king of chivalry… The righteousness and ideals you bore may indeed have saved your nation once. However, I’m certain you know what became of those who were saved, but left to themselves.” :: Iskandar
Takirai's Theme NieR: Automata - Simone
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Posted: Wed Jan 10, 2018 6:00 am
_______________The Narrator Whispers... ||
tab From the fog something takes issue with Takira's words, issuing forth a blast of sound that resounds in the room in the way only metal could. Plants recoil, their lights vanishing entirely, as something moves about in the darkness. Something that causes the metal to vibrate with its movements, to tremble as it rears up. Despite the darkness something even darker rises into your view, something with hundreds of tendrils and the scent of fresh earth and blood. Something that reaches out to the smoke and inhales it sharply, taking in the smoke and thinning the fog quickly, leaving the thing to finally be within your sight. Perhaps it should have stayed there, neh? The creature looks like a mound of plant matter mixed with a graveyard, with skeletal remains erupting from a surface that was clearly some sort of sentient fertalizer. Eyes of varying sizes open along its length, earth with the eyes of a goat, and each focuses upon you.
tab And worse, the thing's base is as large as a house, with hundreds of black tentacles that appear to be some sort of vines running across the room. And behind it? A window. A window that reveals that somehow, you are underwater, for there are leviathan-sized shadows moving out in its murk.
tab As for Chloe, who begins your trek back, you find yourself pressed to the earth but suddenly free of smoke. Above you light comes from the cleft in the ceiling, the light refracting from the pieces of indestructible glass shards that lay around the room that had once been your confines.
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Posted: Wed Jan 10, 2018 9:05 pm
Takira Gwyndolin Hekireki ll Strategist ll Doton - Raiton ll Former Bandit :: Current E-Rank ll Jiton, somekindofmagnetic
❀ Takira's mad eyes filled with twisted glee as pollution the air around her rushed forward, the fog and smoke twisting from existence as the behemoth in front of her inhaled it into its being. While light started to return to her the smell of blood and earth crept into her nostrils, a familiar scent to the old bandit... nostalgic even. 'Finally. Its here. Something worth crushing beneath my heel.' Taking a deep inhale she rolled her shoulders to loosen up. She thought as blush dusted her face, a sickening grin cracking from her lips as she finally took in the sight of something interesting in this damned building. A nimble hand unhooked her crossbow from her belt, letting it hang loosely from its strap, able to be pulled out a the first sign of striking, as she lifted her katana at the beast. "Greetings you literal dirt bag! Allow me to introduce myself! I am the great and feared leader of the Storm Bears, bandit that strikes fear into the country side, the ruthless Bloodied Iron, and you.... you may call me the Great Takira Gwyndolin Hekireki! Swear yer allegiance to me and I might spare you after this is over!" She shouted up at the towering monstrosity, crimson eyes darting from one eye to the other as she took stock of just how many angles this thing had over her with sight.
It was then she finally noticed something she wished she hadn't, the windows above the plant. She was under water. Deep water. Her face fell flat as a chill ran down her spine. Her burning rage the only thing keeping her from stumbling backwards in fear. "Give up yer master, and I wont cut you to bits. Final offer." She said, gripping the katana tighter than before, forcing her eyes to focus on the beast rather than her surroundings. Chakra flaring to show that she meant business, but also so she could extend her magnetic web around her. She was getting a feel for the metal around her, able to feel exactly how thick the metal was that separated her from a watery grave. Spoiler: it wasn't enough to calm her nerves. She lifted her left hand slightly widening her fingers as her chakra began to strip away at the floor around her, filing the metal slowly to build up some sand like material. She still had doubts that the garbage dump lookin' motha' ********' could even understand her, still running on the line of thought that her shouting and... setting its home on fire was what made it come out of hiding. "...Wheres the little one from before plantera? I know it wasn't yer ugly mug that tried spooking me in that room. Was it the bait to get me here?" She shouted, closing her open hand as metallic sand slowed to a halt under her boots. The fire burning in her chest raging as crimson eyes bore deep into a eye level eye protruding from the creature. A flick of her wrist and the sand rose around her.
[-20 chakra, C Ranked Metalic Sand gained]
Chakra Pool:: [080 //100]
Stamina Pool:: [150 //150]
Quote " You said you would become a martyr for your ideals. In life, you must have been a pure saint. A proud and noble figure, certainly. But who can truly admire the martyr’s thorny path? Who dreams of such an ending? A king… The king must be greedier than any other. He must laugh louder and rage harder. He must exemplify the extreme of all things, good and evil. That is why his retainers envy and adore him. And why the flames of aspiration, to be as the king is, can burn within his people. Proud king of chivalry… The righteousness and ideals you bore may indeed have saved your nation once. However, I’m certain you know what became of those who were saved, but left to themselves.” :: Iskandar
Takirai's Theme NieR: Automata - Simone
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Posted: Fri Jan 12, 2018 12:54 am
Finding herself on the other side of the smoke wall Chloe yanked down her shirt and started coughing violently as her lungs attempted to clear themselves of the irritant. It took her a moment before her fit had sufficiently cleared that Chloe noticed the familiar shape of the room before her along with the same scattered crystals on the ground her from cage. Ugh ******** hell I'm back where I started. Looking back to where she came from Chloe found that Gwyn hadn't actually followed her. Which wasn't too surprising considering how much smoke had clouded her vision in the tunnel. Looking up top Chloe could in fact see that the hole the lead up to the sweet sunlight that was trickling down to her face, and while the walls weren't exactly meant to be scaled the vines and roots should in theory provide her with a good leverage to lock her hook into place. However Gwyn still hadn't made it back from out of the tunnel and now it seemed Chloe was at a cross rounds of sorts. Well what now? Do I just try and leave her behind and try and climb? Or should I go back for her? indecision paralyzed her as she squeezed her fist with her hand. Damn it It's not like I owe her anything but.. Finally throwing her hands down at her side in defeat from her own conscious. Chloe made her choice and dove back into the smoke.
Moving as swiftly as she could Chloe kept her shirt up over her nose and mouth once again as she traversed the smoke filled tunnel once again. Looking on the bright side it was at least easier to identify which way she was going since near as she could tell there was only one direction that she could travel in. Which meant the Gwyn must have gone this way too. This fact was only confirmed as Chloe ran face first into a door blocking the hallway. What the hell? Is this... Cracking open the door Chloe came face to face with a sight she probably never would have imagined in her life. Gwyn facing down a beastly tree that was littered with eyes, their pupils slanted not unlike a goats. It's vines stretching out like a wicked web that cast a shadow over the entire room. Even worse than that a dim light shone in from behind the creature that made the striking revelation that they were deep underwater. Well life certainly doesn't pull any punches and.. of course judging from her stance it looks like miss sunshine there is getting a hard on for this. "I ******** knew I should have left you." Chloe muttered under breath. Still as bad as it seemed the beast hadn't attacked yet. Tendrils of smoky fog rolled in past her feet while her eyes darted quickly from side to side, Chloe studied her surroundings looking for anything she could use to her advantage.
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Posted: Sun Jan 14, 2018 10:28 am
_______________The Narrator Whispers... ||
tab The creature reeled back, its tendrils pulling into the air and, with a clang, attaching to seven hoops in the walls. As its eyes began to glow with a hellish gleam black and white energy surged through its limbs, causing the plants and creepers in the room to blaze with renewed light. Around the room a muffled boom could be heard as steel shutters dropped over windows, clicking into place with clear finality. The eyes upon the mound of dirt shot wide, and in their depths a clock face of sorts could be seen, with the design clearly organic in nature with six ticks. The top most bulb glowed with powerful purple light, and slowly that light began seeping clockwise towards the next bulb.
_______________Shadows Whisper in Chloe's Ears... ||
tab Your eyes scan around the room with a rapid pace, taking in the scenery. The room was larger than the others, likely an enormous dome, with metal rails three feet from the wall circling the room, ending at a entryway where you stand. To the left lie several screens, each clearly a monitor of some sort, which even now look to be getting power hack. Watching for a moment you see that same clockface appear, flicking within the static, before it switches back to stats and charts. A message appears on the bottom, but you can't make it out from where you stand.
tab To the right lay twelve lockers made of what looks to be black-painted steel, though each bears telltale green limbs that have forced their way through the slits at the top face. Each slightly taller than you, and each shut tight, one in particular stands out to you, one that bears the symbol of Kirigakure no Sato upon the center. Better, below it lies the symbol of the Kraken, but whether or not you know that significance is difficult to tell (ask me).
tab The creature is tethered into what you recognize as emergency power siphons, where backup power is stored in case of emergency. Back during your days, in the era of Regret, they became quite common as people worked to build battery reserves that could keep up with the overall input needed for most devices being used to sustain life. If your memory serves you properly, you believe they run off of chakra, or something akin to it.
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