Pissed wasn't even the word. One without daft presence was the mad wolf, Scarlet Devil to the sight of what occurred. Just as he'd ordered, Paco was there to back him up. Feeling the fresh heat from his comrade force his way on through; standing back only momentarily to watch with patient, predatory glare. Slit burning red eyes stared down with ambient defiance. This b*****d, he was really pissing him off. Just the way he moved seemed to send Gashi into a mad dashing spiral with the encircling motion. Without any lapse in action or judgement, no matter what the ******** had done, the hunter was back on his trail. Forceful deliverance fell upon Paco, but that didn't impede him. Onward, forward, marching through the drain of harsh rained blows by Sun whom seemed to be left on her on division. Another, whomever, decided she too would enter but dismay payed homage to whoever tolled the bell; in this case, it seemed like Sun was the one paying the piper.
Fine. He'd release his limiter and go all out. Standard to that strenuous shifting in persona, a tact to delve even deeper into animosity, Gashi literally rumbled. Suddenly air suctioned from around him as time slowed to a general halt; the sky itself screeching in denial as wind boomed, picking up to recycle itself through his very own RUN. The strain would be massive, but he didn't give a ********. If he could burn this ******** down fast enough, if he could let him at the least taste one or two of his fangs, then it was worth it. The answer was given in the same rhythmic pause; who the ******** told him to take a breather?
"Obviously, someone knows about me. Who the ******** trying to play with a true Ascendant of the Gods?!”
"DIE!" Taking it as initiative, unlike before Gashi's newly founded strength was unfiltered. As air whipped, without any kind of warning the fangs were upon him. Twin leg hurtling back then forward as the body rocked, transitioning effortlessly from one to the other. Halting only momentarily mid fasten, then dipping down as feet screeched across the pavement just as the sonic boom went off from their creation. Eat fang, b***h.
Deecee Sama
Stormrider R.E.A.D.: 195 [ --- ]
Acceleration:[50 [---]] Strength:[145 [---]] Stamina:[18/25 [---]] Jump:[00 [---]] Air Time:[72.1]
FIFTY WORDS FOR MURDER xxxxxxxxxAND I'M EVERY ONE OF THEM
As the two remaining criminals advance, Jax grabs a fallen goon's lead pipe before going on the run; pound upon pound of athletic curvity shifting in impressive illusive speed. It gave the illusion that she played the role of prey; and they, predator... alas, cold hard reality would soon prove this to be a sadistic arrangement of smoke and mirrors. She was a ferocious wild cat, but be it house tabby or stalking panther; flighty felines all held one unanimously common trait. Every one of them took some sort of twisted enjoyment in toying with their food before going for an exposed jugular.
Jax was no exception, and as soon as they reach favored hunting grounds, the wolf in sheep's clothing drops faux helpless act. Like a spider, she'd lead them into a web of multi tiered floors; The centralized section of the shopping promenade that tied main buildings together.
The first leap carries dashing bodice towards a wall which she diagonally pushes off of further into the air; aiming for wooden overhead canopy upon second story. Twisting sailing curvity upside down whilst airborne, air treks alight upon the oak barred cieling before pushing off; sending her rocketing groundward towards the back of confused bat wielding b*****d. Metallic pipe swung at full force with a shrill shout; violent vibrations rattle up arms and even jolt teeth within her skull as the broad side makes solid contact with shiny chrome dome. Dropping like a sack of potatoes, the impostor Mr. Clean is left with a lump the size of a plump egg upon reflective bald head. Very much unconscious, but still alive.
"Annnd down goes Cue Ball! Talk about a ********' home run!"
Cried ecstatically with celebratory fist pump as the dropped weapon clatters along the ground, vicious vixen doesn't miss a beat when racing towards the final remaining aggressor. Wheels cutting across ground in rapidity, black scuffs left by peeling rubber as the two parties advance towards each other in a joust like fashion. Waiting for the last possible moment, figure folds and drops into an unexpected baseball slide as the gangster chops with his weapon; murderously swung hatchet carving a path through the space it's tiny target had occupied only milliseconds before. The slippery maneuver sends groundbound Jax sliding harmlessly between forked pillars, popping out on the other side and rising to her feet with a direct line of attack for the opponent's back.
Before he can even think to turn around she pounces with distinctly feral animosity; Thighs and calves bulging to an unnatural degree before the distance between them is cleared with blinding speed. Spinning wheels rapidly rev as they come into contact with clueless foe's back; shoving and pinning him face first against cold concrete as rotation begins to burn rubber; leaving searing black track marks against raw flesh zealously torn into.
Blood and skin alike begin to fly underfoot as Jax literally begins to dance upon the back of her enemy. Fast and fancy footwork proves flashy as sanguine spray coats lower body from the waist down; ebony skirt and ivory skin indiscriminately painted with ruddy ichor as jovial jig continues. A familiar warmth blooms in core; bloodlust palpable and nearly a heady high as the frequency of shifting soles increases in rapid intensity. It was a forbidden pleasure she'd be content to wallow in forever more; until agonized writhing is eventually snuffed out.
MUH CABBAGES! WAI--!?! Oh s**t! She was still racing! Dinner was at stake here!
"I've gotta run, thanks for the dance though. You sure know how to move, buddy ~"
Mockingly mentioned to figure underfoot, spinning saucers take one last fond dig into the wriggling sack of meat below; relishing final pained groan before taking off. She was the pinnacle of haste in this instance; drifting around corners and nearly parallel to the ground as the finish line comes into sight. Alas, the distance brtween storm rider and a free meal was still considerable... and this one had spent far too much time enjoying macabre song and dance; lost in gory reverie that had no doubt given speedy counterpart an immense lead. Her sister was no doubt already waiting there, but 'twas a fact accepted with little to no regret. Not when a rare opportunity to wet ravenous fangs at last presented itself. [Dash 3/3]
-----→ {Spiral Spin Wallride 999 Sidewinder l F} -------► This is a melee-based variation of the Spinning Wallride Overbank 1800, made for close to mid-ranged combat. The user makes use of whatever walls, ceilings, or flooring a room or space can provide for them, confusing the enemy with extremely swift wall hopping and riding maneuvers. The user will propel them self up a wall with the natural corkscrew crouch but may alter the maneuver by springing and inverting their body to continue the run along another surface without any loss of gathered momentum. This accumulates into a range of stunted, chaotic, run maneuvers that give the impression the user is highly focused on aerial and jump based attacks. Contrary to this belief, the constant change in surfaces is a sign of surface/ground based rider skill. The user can easily perform punch or kick based melee strikes but also has the option of throwing all the gathered force in their run into one volatile, unexpected, slam with the legs or entire body.
---→ {Pounce l D} -------► Created for the sole purpose of chasing enemies both on the ground and in the sky, the Pounce technique consists of a (potentially) enormous aerial boost. This is achieved by gathering acceleration value with the trecks together and maxing torque build before crouching and kicking off with both legs at once. Unlike those acceleration tricks that purely move the user at a quickened pace, the Pounce technique is more geared towards preceding an attack. The name of the trick comes from the appearance of the jump when its applied with the intention of arcing and landing. When used in this fashion the user resembles a predator attacking it's prey. It's acceleration value is equal to that of a straight forward, ground based, speed burst of its level. Instead of being used to get ahead of an enemy, the rider's intentions are to land atop or behind them. When used in tandem with Bloody Roll Soul the user's starting rate of motion speeds up the attack to the point that reacting is nearly impossible without prior defenses set up. - User must know "Bloody Fang" - If chained into with "Bloody Roll Soul 1800°" the effected cannot escape this single attack's duration once contact is made.
→ {Bloody roll soul 1800 l D} -------► Despite being the basis trick for the aggressive run of a Bloody Rider, this technique requires quite a bit of work to perform for those just starting out. The rider generally does this technique by 'riding' on another, forcing their treck engine to max torque build. Between generating braking heat, speeding kicks, and skin-made traction, this move causes quite a bit of damage. Moderate to severe to be more precise. The Bloody Roll Soul 1800° may not involve the actual 'meat' of the Bloody Road, but the carnage and acrobatic feats make for quite the flesh tearing start. This fully offensive technique is signified by a thin spiral of blood coiling out from the unlucky victim's body. As well, heated tread marks similar to those found from a peel out are left engraved on the target's body. This is a D Class trick.
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While riding the tailwind of the fang, he was met with a pleasant but not so surprise. Coming in hot was none other than Sun, already pressing him with her stamp of disapproval. This gesture of hers, would be met with a middle finger. Once again, she wasted time judging him when there was an issue to handle. It was coming off as obsessive at this point. Red gaze trailing her figure as she accelerated past him, before disappearing altogether; the roar of her treks producing a sonic boom. Moments later she was leading the charge, her efforts to contribute manifesting before swerving off. Despite how much faster the Fang was moving, just a few feet away Paco remained on it's trail. Focusing on the opposition that was the arrogant ******** at the bar, he analyzed him closely; watching for any sudden movements. What struck him as odd was how comfortable he was. Almost as if there was no need to move. Eyes crossing to form a target upon him, the trigger having already been pulled when the fang had been fired.
Then, he made a move. W-wait. Was he . . . dancing? No. Well, yes.
Taking his speed up to max in reaction to said movement, he was going for it. All or nothing right? In the moment the fang and ringed fang connected, Paco manipulated the updrafts created from his run into a shield fashioned of gears. As the ringed fang made contact with his shield it came to a slow. It was kinda like some s**t out of the matrix. A last minute effort, but it had proven effective and bought him some time. Taking advantage of this he tucked his body in, positioned his treks in a 90-45, and dipped low enough to ride just beneath the "halo". Upon clearing the shock wave, he raised his body with a shift of gears that would send him into a abrupt turn when completed left his back facing the man.Lifting his leg at the end of the turn to preform a back kick fueled by the inertial force of his run. Paco had remained invisible under the guise of Oh Time!, maybe his ambush would go off without a hitch. Should the kick strike true, it'd send the b*****d smack dab into the bar behind him. Grounded leg applied pressure to the sole of his A-T causing acceleration with the other leg following suit, he took off with swift strides to his right; intent on keeping up a hit and run method. However, with the absence of air in the vicinity he would find himself visible. This was the wrath of his accomplice, gathering the air for production of two volatile fangs.
Deecee Sama
Noble Negative J3T
X o l u s
Stormrider R.E.A.D.: 170 [ 000 ]
Acceleration:[120] Strength:[50] Stamina:[01/10[ 50 ] Jump:[00] Air Time:[00.00]
Mod 1: ] Modification Type | Effect 01] Mod 2: [Modification Type | Effect 02] Mod 3: [Modification Type | Effect 03] Mod 4: [Modification Type | Effect 04]
Current Status:"Tch . . ."
Trick Record:
Oh Time! Time Shield In Step: Reverse Turn Stance Reincarnation
Posted: Thu Mar 07, 2019 4:18 pm
An oil slick?
Making way for Gashi's attack had been the easy part, the tide of unknown liquid that the woman begun pumping out had made things just a touch more complicated. Much like her habits as a Storm Rider, Sun's mind followed suit in times of sheer quickness.
Having ridden low to the ground gave her the added ability to use her momentum and body control to shift her position. So instead of fully veering off the path the Fang was on with a feint curve, Sun instead provided just a little bit of extra support for the pair behind her to follow up on.
Utilizing the utmost rudimentary mechanic her more heated run had to offer, Sun abruptly swept her leg out, an upward kick motionwhile a palm slammed to the ground, using it and her other bent leg as leverage; what was once a dance move from her breaking days had become a useful tool in her arsenal. There'd been enough of a push off to force herself away from both the wave of inertial force behind her and the ring that was prepped and fired by their target a tick before she'd get caught by either. The brush of her blurred kick, however, would've created a powerful updraft of heat whose wind was powerful enough to blow back the lubricant previously expelled to impede her path. The wave of lubricant was sent towards Axon; low enough to maneuver under the circular Fang but it'd only slick his pantlegs and maybe his treks.. What was unbeknownst to him however, was the refraction of light off of the reflective surface of the liquid; bent at just the right angle to blind him as the others sped passed her.
For just that second the uncanny third would've impaired the man's vision long enough to yield the advantage over to Paco and Gashi with their follow-up assault.
Therese is no honor among thieves. Just more bodies to the slaughter. Axon was going to rant on a speech, but it seems there was no need for that considering the situation. It was not hard to know there were multiple people around by just the sound of the multiple air treks. The issue was where were they and what was the plan. The hint that was given to him was the time shield by Paco. The short glimpse of the clock gears coming in motion before something else came into view. The liquid thrown was thrown back at him. It did blind is view, but he didn't need to see. Wind would start to swirl around him violently. Just when Paco was about to get ready to kick, the trick would take it's fully effect. He possibly would of either ran into it and get blown back like someone running into a hyuga rotation or get whipped by the strong current and thrown off to the side.There was always the third option of dodging it but considering the speed he was coming at Axon, unless he had someway to cut hard and quick enough, it seemed unlikely. Even then, he still was dangerously close to get blown away considering 7ft was the effective range.
Axon would keep the barrier up , the wind pushing and slowing down the fangs slowly but the fangs, due to them being solid, was piercing the barrier instead of a dent that would be normal. Impressive indeed! Dispersing the barrier, he would immediately use Cage of Fangs, shooting fangs towards Gashi and unfortunately, anyone else that was in the vicinity. Since they were inside, it meant that his Cage of Fangs were more potent. He not only planned to put them on lock down, but he also planned to make sure they knew pain. He was impressed, the fangs continued to coming and was aimed for Axon. They loss some momentum but why didn't he attack them during his cage of fangs assault. He was impressed by the fang's power. Impression gave you a free shot. Everyone got one.
As the fangs sliced into Axon, his gasping moan came from his lips. The feel of being cut!! The thrill of battle, it excited him. Black jack didn't even cut him this deep. The thought he have to get patched up after this!! EXHILARATING!!! They earned it! They truly did. With those cuts, the sting. The trail of blood going down his body as his shirt was ripped. Another cage of fangs was released. 2 X THE S Rank Cage of FANGS!! Some innocents were going to be cut down. Oh well. Best part, he gave Gashi a taste of his full power. '
► Impact Wind Barrier Rank: B | Stamina: 4 | Wear: 8% | Road: Wing With their knowledge of directing wind and guiding it, the Wing Rider has reached a level of managing the wind to a decree. Like it's parent trick Impact Wind, it is performed through a sudden body movement(ie; forcing ones arms outward). Once this occurs, the Wing Rider takes control of the wind around them, and surrounds themselves with a sphere of wind, using it like a shield. Like it's parent trick the purpose is to give protection, and deflect incoming projectiles. The rider can even take things a step further, and use the wind surrounding them as a offensive move as well. This is done by forcing the wind outwards and away from their body, pushing back projectiles or even an physical attack from an enemy. While this barrier is pretty strong, a fang or a shell could easily dent it. - Can be performed in mid - air - Since this is a close range trick, the push back of wind has an effective distance of 7 feet. - D Rank Wear must be paid every post this barrier stays up.
2xCage of Fangs: After mastery of the Fang itself, the user's style is able to advance to a higher stage. Despite the Bloody Road's constant switch between quantity (how many one can fire), quality (how 'solid' one can produce), and efficiency (how much 'slice' is apparent) as it's major deciding factor in effectiveness this specific technique works much differently. To start, the user will initiate their hard pressed run as necessary. Amidst their riding the user releases thick, stable, fangs that vary in depth of curvature. By shaping this into an awkward 'fence' of some sort, the Bloody Rider can effectively immobilize an enemy without any breaks in their run. Those caught in the cage are susceptible to damage in nearly any attempt to escape, being 'boxed in' from every which way. Given a situation where wind is apparent, the fang technique increases in acceleration and expands to the point of increased damage to those attempting to free themselves. These fangs can also interconnect, chaining together to create temporary barriers lasting far longer than the average fang produced. If placed in a confined enough space most can't tell the fangs are even about them until they move. This is an A Class trick
Treks:Prayer Before Sacrifices
► Round Traction Heels (Any technique involving the usage of the installed part is taken to the next ranked level (I.E C Ranked Fang -> B Ranked Fang) in exchange for paying the cost of that next rank (I.E C Ranked stam/wear cost become B Ranked stam/wear cost) ► MM Engine (The wear taken by the skates is reduced by 2% when performing a friction based technique (E.G Bloody Fang, Bloody Roll Soul, etc). ► Chrysalis Siphon :: Water Lilly( -5% Wear for All Air/Water Based Tricks (Cannot decrease trick wear below 1%)
► Dual Battery Core (A battery with a dual core to provide the rider with an extra boost during hard runs. Reduces wear by 1% when performing C Rank tricks or higher. .)
Ascendant Race
Expertise of a Rider: Those who are Ascendants gain a reduction in stamina when using tricks. The reductions doesn't allow for tricks to be used for free and has to use at least 1 stamina. All tricks for are reduced by 5 Stamina. Ascendants do have the ability to pay regular stamina costs to have their tricks gain a passive boost of +30 Battle Strength. However, both are not able to be used at same time.
All in the Method: All Method tricks of any kind, including customs, cost zero wear and zero stamina. They still, however take up a trick slot.
Posted: Fri Mar 08, 2019 11:35 am
This was turning into a kid's playtime with grown ups....she could almost witness the three children just hanging off the male near to her, red lips curved down in displeasure at the sight of the man playing around as well. Already peeved at the interruption she'd let her coils spread from around her as she set them up a good two feet from her as Axon was attacked by all those before her and him. The liquid she had released was tossed back by the young lass it was meant for, straight towards Axon, she hadn't seen the young man following behind the fang prior and honestly didn't care as she would find this whole thing rather tedious. This...was tiresome and irritating...children interuptting a talk between adults....tch.
Coils shot out with ease from her coat before a blinding flash erupted from the woman, everyone within twenty feet of her would be briefly unable to see anything but white light and sunspots for a little bit, even the man who was being targeted. Wires shot out and grabbed the male easily slipping through his fang cage as they wrapped around his neck and torso and tugged him back through it without a care to his body, he could break them on his own if he felt the need, but she didn't care. The crowd around them were all busy rubbing their eyes as she would pull him through it, a metal pole was thrown where the man had been and left to show an illusion of him being attacked were the other two men and the woman to continue, though nothing would actually be hit.
Trick Name: Blindside Description: User creates a large amount of electricity and disperses it in a quick blast to create a blinding tactic to all those within twenty feet of where the user is standing. The blind lasts for a single post. Rank: C
It seems this ended like I expected. However, I don't feel much I could use for a story. There already so many stories about riders and getting off through such measures...what more could I do to push that? he would think to himself as he was he wrote more in his notebook. It wasn't filled which was odd. He was lacking any type of motivation. He was looking for something more unique and possibly more original than what he could provide. He was hoping Carnavale could help with that, but he ended up here in an underground shopping mall. He had entered half way through the race and was chilling on top of one of the signs for a store that was hanging about. Wasn't many. it reminded him like a billboard almost. He glad he wasn't sitting on a directory, it could of been trouble being closer to the action that what he was.
The dark skin male was wearing an alternative outfit to his usual hoodie and jeans. His wounds were mostly healed and not fresh so there wasn't any blood stains on the wrapped bandages that was part of his clothing. One would say that he probably didn't need them, but it was nice for the style he was going for. Looking through his past works, it wasn't until the sound of treks shredding through skin was he somewhat brought his attention back to the parts war unfolding. Looking at Jax and the victim, he was actually intrigued. Dangerous. He would think and start jotting down some ideas. While the genre was over saturated a character similar to what he experiences would be fresh air. He had an idea, but he wasn't thinking about the dangers that could come from it. He was thinking of the material he could get from this! As she went by and was heading for the finish line, he would do the same, sneaking and spying from a distance but not in the manner where he wasn't suspicious. In fact, he probably stuck out. He wasn't drunk, he wasn't hung up on some woman, he was writing in a book, and he wasn't participating in Carnival activities or shopping.
Sticking to a more higher altitude, he would follow along, taking the same corners and and keeping her in his sights. What could she be in this story though. Can't be something so obvious where someone could read it and feel it's them. Need to make it a coincidence. Maybe, she could be like a teacher~ Or, a pop star or something. Maybe she has fame just like Jae but deep down is well..Sadistic..... You will figure it out Xander just....oh s**t she turned a corner! His thoughts raced as he focused back on his task. One would wonder, if damage like that could be done to the opponents...why did he not show fear? Maybe he didn't think he get caught? Maybe he felt his skills would be fine if a fight happened? Or maybe, he lacked some common sense. After all, he was the son of Xavier Torres. The hilarious part about this was, he was 6'7 and acting like he was going to be hidden like he was some tiny midget.
Cruelty, Domination, and Power. She ruled her classroom the same way she ruled her dungeon. Strict, organized, and precision. She was already a popular one in her school distract as everyone knew her name. They knew how she walked, they knew how she demanded respect. Even the principal was no match for her domineering power, but it wasn't just for show. She had the strength to prove it. She also was one of the hardest teachers in the school. The last person to receive an A was 5 years ago. She withheld a secret. The school, was where she was nice, but once the lights went out and she was free from her day job, this was when the real fun began. It was only a rough draft, but he felt he was off to a good start.
In the end, there are only two types of people. The assholes and the dead.
An ennobled spitfire—brimming with considerable pride until her cup runneth over—dives through a darkened corridor, hurtling past the celebrating denizens. Mild discomfort lingers behind umber-tinged lids as they flit for any opening, any breadth to emerge naturally on top; a coveted position after all. Yet, an incensed shame tumescent in her core has imbued an irate wariness. She’s a tendency to fight or flee from allusive suggestions of vulnerability, and this instance is likely no exception. The theatrics thrills her, evermore endlessly bigger, bolder and brighter; the monotonous routine of her Moschino life. Crass and brazen, ever charming.
"b***h! YOU GOT NOWHERE TO HIDE! KEHEHAHHAHA!" Shouted some scrubass goon assuredly coming to an astute observation of her current predicament.
Wow, such profound amazement pained her restive stoicism, the crème of her visage would sour, cloudy expanse darkening with the oppressive threat of an oncoming storm.
"Tch." Rolling deliverance yields, not a significant ******** was given.
The hasty decision delivered in an instant, wooden shards showered the airwaves in snowy splendor as the cart full of cabbages rains down upon the thugs. It violently clatters onto its side, dumping the composed remainders in their hurried rolls toward the prone men. Pelted and promptly falling, their flailing limbs an ample distraction, one that she wisely takes and runs with.
"MUH CABBAGES! WAI—!?!"
Directly curvature swerves a zig-zag dance around vegetables and trounced pawns, bestowing a fistful of yen in the face of civilian annoyance. [Super Stride IV Sonic Boom l F used] Money always easily combated the problem, every damn time. Air Treks revved, she accelerates, winding down one byway and unto alternative pathways. All the while, the eventual destination gravitated toward her.
Ono didn't have the time to deal with all this baggage, not right now at least.
[ Dash - 2/3 | Wear: 04% | Stamina: 46/50 ]
At first, she says nothing; her quietude was sundered by a sharp inhale, one that stings her throat and charred her lungs. Ono gasps with imperative urgency as if surfacing from beneath a body of water. The rhythmic thud of a pulse, the persistent beating of one heart, seemed so inordinately loud to her at this moment. Clenching bared ivories, she douses the wound with icy Adam's ale running promptly onto and into it, instantaneously swears resounded.
"FOR FUC--" Every effort to recoil, to usher nurturing care to gash, was restrained. Practiced, it was. Leering eyne lift, batting thicket lashes as she stares at herself in the fractured mirror.
How did it come to this?
To understand, one has to go back.
Understanding enough is breached in airy exhalation of her name: "Ono!" He sips twice reluctantly on his drink prior to knocking the entirety back, singing his stomach upon harsh sigh. He shakes his head, sneering at the taste. Slapping both palms on the countertop, the owner of a hole-in-the-wall restaurant welcomes her. Curvature came hightailing around the corner like a masked crusader in pursuit during the night; now she rolls through the threshold, panting and ushering chortles all while glancing about. Is confusion evident on his wrinkled mien, she was wounded and laughing? Curious.
"Ono-chan! Do you need-?!"He chimes, standing from his perched bench behind the counter. He produces a small emergency kit and before he can even set the box down, she moves and snatches it up. All the while thanking him as she races off to the bathroom.
Well then... he concludes; visage waggled to and fro, limbs uplifting in defeat.
Digitus smooth over three adhesive bandages, they'd have to make due. Ono gingerly shuts the box, clicking the clasp in place and holds it under an arm, leaving the other hand to pry open the aperture leading to the narrow corridor that opened to the main dining area, just beyond a curtain. By the time ATs pivot and carried coolly calm physique to the curtained percipience, familiar figure finally appears.
"About time! The hell happened?!" The Carrie-inspired bodice was splattered with lifeblood, glistening in infernal beauty and almost as terrifying, at least to the few onlookers. "b***h don't think this gets you out of buying~" Snickering simper bubbles, though quickly both venture into the single bathroom of the establishment without noticing lingering voyeur at the edge of peripheral vision.
"Kekekekeke! ********. You don't even know that you stand before the strongest b*****d to toss a Fang in Okinawa. Impercial Viceroy Gas-" Opps!
"Do your best, slave! Kekekeke!" Onward march! Straight through the carol of doom, using his own [ RUN ] as the signature, as if dragging Paco, Gashi moved forward through the mass of attacks! With him as a buffer, each fang that came into their vicinity was one after another, displaced. The former's Over Road ridding each fang the needed air to continue between them and, with the little shits shield, they'd slow to a negligibly impeded pacing. The combination, while unorthodox, made a voyage through the storm!
[ 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐗 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐍: 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄 ]
"Oi, we're not done just yet!" This was. . fun? For some reason, Gashi smiled ear to ear, his molars gleaming as hair riled through buffeting winds. One more. Maybe two. He only had a few precious fangs left, but with them he'd rip a hole in this guy yet! Just as he was to keep at it, a flash went off as some sound was heard. Almost instantly, the devil moved back around in confusion. What the ******** was that?!
Deecee Sama
Stormrider R.E.A.D.: 195 [ --- ]
Acceleration:[50 [---]] Strength:[145 [---]] Stamina:[16/25 [---]] Jump:[00 [---]] Air Time:[72.1]
FIFTY WORDS FOR MURDER xxxxxxxxxAND I'M EVERY ONE OF THEM
It was a wild flight to the finish line; shoulder length rippling sapphire strands whipped back past her face and roiling like bright blue flame in her wake. Throughout the dash there had been several onlookers and quite a few cheers in favor of the pint sized storm surfer knocking down every competitor that dwarfed her in stature. Because of this, it was no surprise that she paid little mind to the beanpole of a man trailing behind. If dinner wasn't at stake, she might have bothered to investigate; but far too much time had already been lost in needless waste. Thus, haste and carelessness would be the key components to Xander's saving grace... for now at least. Not that Jax didn't partake in her fair share of titillating literature; but there was a time and place for everything. Right now, it was time to clean up. The place... well, they were nearing it. Who knew what could happen should he stick around long enough though. The day Jax allowed herself a dull moment was the day hell would freeze over, after all.
Rolling into the area just before Ono exited the bathroom, mounting hopes caused by opposite's apparent absence are scattered in the wake of swinging lavatory aperture. Victorious vixen isn't allowed much in the way of fresh air before insistent ushering firmly pushes her backwards; extended arms placing branches upon bosom and driving them both back into the ladies' room.
"Just come on. I need you right now. We can talk about how I lost my wallet later."
A jest, but one sure to ruffle some tailfeathers. Spoken before steel framed portal closes behind them, a symphony of zippers and groaning leather rebounds within the tiny rooms acoustics, a heap of designer brands and recently acquired flashy trinkets accumulating within porcelain basin just beneath inactive spout.
Save for strings adorning the apex of hips, form was presented bare and sullied with sanguine paint across vast expanses; and she wastes no time in mopping up fresh ichor. Waist dips slightly, damp paper towel gliding over thighs and knees to reveal artistic traditional inking; permanent badges of honor for various deeds and statuses.
"Can you do my back for me? I swear to god I feel like it got everywhere." After all, a tiny tiger covered in stripes painted from the blood of her enemies was certain to stand out within the massive crowds out and about commencing in their merry making.
Moistened sheets accumulate within the wastebin as creme toned bodice is cleansed of all clues hinting towards sadistic sin. Next came clothing, tenderly wiped down lest absolutely fantastic fit for the night be ruined in her haste. Gradually, pseudo red dye gives way to obsidian leather.
"I was totally ******** with you by the way; my wallet's in my jacket. Ya looked like I ran over your puppy when I said I couldn't pay." Sly smirk as Jax playfully nudges the other with playful shoulder angled in her direction, scrubbing at stitched seam in an attempt to clean particularly pesky nook.
The thrilling extent one would go to in order to get inspiration was unmatched. Though, hardly was this anything as exciting as he seen. This was done in broad daylight during a festival. He used to seeing some major scenes in the darkest parts of Tokyo as a teenager, but here? This took the cake. Sitting in a chair, a knee crossed over as his hands rested in his lap. The athletic built man would look deep at the owner of the restaurant. “Seen a woman thicker than the thickest of oatmeals come through here? She's got more curves than a backwood mountain road? Sporting air treks? Seem like she could be contestant on Japan's next top Dominatrix.. ” Xander asked. His lips trying to fight from breaking into a smile. Couldn’t let her get away! Yes, Xander was foolish enough to actually go through with his thoughts. No Jae. No back up. He was all alone. What could go wrong?
Rolling back time to explain how Xander got to this point, it seems that the audience would be clued in like a football ply on the DB spy that was in the corner. (Of course there was no Defensive Back, but Xander was a spy). He wasn’t sure whether Jax knew he was there or not and he was completely oblivious that Jax was not a single party in this scenario. In fact, Ono was nowhere on his radar or he probably would have had double the inspiration! As the curvy figure dipped into the restaurant, Xander was left with a choice. He never seen this restaurant before and it was definitely not one from a nationalized chain. He could enter and possibly not come out. Seen what she did on her war path? Or, it could be find and he could confront the woman while she was having a nice lunch. Bloody…but nice lunch. It was obvious what he chose to do. As the steel doors swung to a close, as if on cue, the arrival of Xander inside the restaurant occurred.
“IS THAT KEVIN DURANT!!”
Wait what?
“I don’t know honey… he doesn’t”
“That is!! it is kevin Durant!!! He so dark and so tall!!! I BET HE JUMP HIGH! AND HE GOT MUSCLES!!”
“Sweetie… I really don’t think that’s him. He has a full flowing hair neema! Remember, that Durant Guy doesn’t have that kind of hair..he has.. patches on his head! Doesn’t cover whole cranium”
Xander was just standing there not knowing whether to be insulted or to like the compliment. In one aspect, it meant that he was still in shape from high school sports, but to be compared to another person because he had some melanin in him….okay a good hefty amount of melanin was weird. He couldn’t even think of the words or what to say. Another person would appear, thinking the same thing. Soon, Xander was whisked away and a chair was put in front of the owner’s counter. Confusion still on Usien’s face as he would look at the chair and at the worker of the restaurant that was smiling and nodding their head like a bobble head. Wait, did they think he was Kevin Durant and would make money off of him?! Xander wasn’t broke but… he wasn’t rich rich either. This place was wilding! Taking a seat, he would look at the owner before the thrill came back. The confusion had him shook only for a second, but that all changed.
“DURANT WRITE GOOD STORY!! ME LIKE PART WHERE SHE GET TAG TEAMED WHILE A THIRD SNIFFS COKE OFF HER BODY”
Say what? Oh right… he must of left one of his notebooks somewhere. That or it fell. He didn’t deny that he knew the scene she was talking about. “I know right?. That’s not even the wildest part. You should see where she gets revenge on her ex-girlfriend by ******** the brother on the intercom system having it play all over the office.” He stated with a smirk before looking back at the owner. This where he would then be found as he crossed his legs. With this, Usien was now in the position that he was found in the beginning of the scene. Legs crossed, a smile trying to break through his lips, and the burning anxiousness of finding the answer if the owner knew where they went. Imagine the mood killer it be if he said no clue.
As he delivered the kick, he was blown back. The force of the winds sent him several feet back, tumbling and rolling upon the floor. Scrambling to get to his feet, laboring to catch his breath and blaspheme his assailant. Cut off by being aggressively helped to his feet, crosses gandered about to realize the gravity of the situation he was now in. To his rear, his partner in crime. Advancing upon them, a volley of fangs lusting for blood. The moment he was back on his feet, the screeching sound of his treks peeling the ground would fill the air exceeding the speed of Gashi's. A film of heat encompassing the wheels of his A-T as he went from zero to one-hundred, real quick. Employing the updrafts created from his run once more, he crafted from the heat a shield made of gears; safeguarding against the onslaught of fangs. A fang slammed right into the shield, chipping a fair amount of it and scoring his right shoulder spanning to his breast.
[ 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐗 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐍: 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄 ]
Growling at the pain, he spawned a grin that matched the devil over his shoulder. "THAT ALL YOU GOT b***h?!"
"Pain is only temporary."
The words rang out in his conscience. The voice of the big boss. The flashback flooded him as yet another fang struck the shield, and cut into him like a hot knife through butter. The macho exuding from his pores, regardless of the pain he was feeling. He had taken a bit of a beating, but he was determined. Paco was going to fight with his brother until the end. They were family not by blood, but by bond. The only family he had. As he filled with tenacity, the sound of sparks reached his ears. Crosses dilated before they were set on fire like a vampire in sunlight. Son of a b***h! Oh how he couldn't wait to light these ******** up like a christmas tree.
Deecee Sama
Noble Negative J3T
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Cor Contritum
Stormrider R.E.A.D.: 170 [ 000 ]
Acceleration:[120] Strength:[50] Stamina:[01/10[ 50 ] Jump:[00] Air Time:[00.00]
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Posted: Mon Mar 11, 2019 8:38 am
She lifts doe-eyes crystalline tearful, held in the adaptive suspension of her sadness as her sorrows threaten to stain cheeks.
"How could you?!" Ono’s prominent features seem to melt as the fire within the pit of her stomach ignites, keeping safe their secrets and their treasures. Of course, the charade was merely that. Mirthful waves seemed to effervesce as they swept by, followed in tow to help pry slicked garb from bodice. Disrobed by nearly all but the delectable trimmings wrapping curves. With wetted towels in hand, Ono undertakes the tedious process of removing sticky lifeblood from pallor, her lips stretched into a starry vehemence smile. Eyne of thunders and wildfire, which plagued and pillaged lands beyond their own, fell prey to the wildness and beauty of Jax's own in the mirror. What a howling, ichor soaked thing she was, and is!
"I know," she indulges in a sardonic, sober laugh. Careful devotion fixates on abolishing the grim and muck from rosy flesh, perception spies not a single wound. Shoulder juts, urging her from the task. "Yeah, yeah. That actually happened once, also why I haven't had one since then. At present, hold the ******** still so I can get the rest of this off."
Idle thought candidly confesses musings on the bloodbath: "It looks like you to took a shower in it."
The twain maintained an unusual way of living and breathing; a multifaceted mess of misplaced affections, tenderness, and unimaginable cruelty. Even now, Ono ushers back a stray strand of her friend's sleek hair, an ethereal quality that forges her questionably human, for everything about her appeared as if it were fashioned in charming prose where the most beautiful and tragic love poems reside. She was not naive in thinking dreams came true, nor was she a Capulet crushing on teenage fantasies. They are one and the same, she thinks, gleaning glimpses of Jax. Their language breathed in devilry and made into a religion of desire.
Suddenly her stomach rumbles, cautioning her of the vicious bottomless void housed. "********! I'm starved. Let's go. You are gonna have to really clean off when we get home, and probably dry clean this." Limb extends, wavering to encompass the entirety of the woman's physique in an offhand display.
Eventual emergence from the cramped restroom commits them to part, Ono to the counter to order and Jax to procure seating, not that there wasn't plenty of it. An older couple and some guy scribbling in his extensive diary. How adorable. Swerve.
"Ummmm... I need a large order of yakisoba, sukiyaki, eight jiaozi.... Oh! And some of that festival namagashi, and sakura tea." Visage swivels, restive upon the seated vixen. "What do you want?"
[ Wear: 4% | Stamina: 46/50 ]
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Noble Negative J3T
Posted: Wed Mar 13, 2019 11:43 am
Veering off the path of war Sun found herself leering with angered slits towards the battle before her. Her motions never stopped, the blowback of wind dodged and carved by elegant swipes and sways of the body.
A click of the tongue and a grit of her teeth sent the velvet streak striding with her comrades to gave the fleeing pair chase.
This was starting to turn into something other than a celebration. Her adrenaline pumping but her anger spiking to contrast the excitement. It wasn't a stigma that would hinder her performance, but instead a motivator to end this little game of tag so she could go on and enjoy the rest of her day. Either way, she had no intentions of losing.
Sun burned her dread beneath her feet, scorching the surface with black streaks as she took off. With her agility and capability of hitting maximum acceleration with minimal effort, she'd arrive at Gashi's rear, centering the man between herself and Paco who led the charge with his body. She rode the resulting tailwind of their forefront forms to increase the heat of her run. Temperatures rose as the air dried, air currents suctioned into her treks, filtered and repurposed into ribbons of the most rudimentary variety whose sole purpose was to carry this dry heat. A directional convection would wrap the tightly knit grip in this heat as controlled light flickered and reflected from it; rendering them completely invisible.
「𝐀𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐎𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐀𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐧: 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐩 𝐄𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞 」
A glimmer of light brief but shocking, like brushing one's visage incidentally against the sun. The idol kept herself low and behind the cover of the long-locked delinquent so the flash hadn't affected her. Gashi would feel the encouraging pressure of Sun's forearm pressing at his back and a tart biting sneer of a, "stay focused!"to keep him vigilant. If they were going to do this, they were going to do this right. Their pursuit would be hidden from the fleeing pair had either of them turned to look back after the initial flash. They wouldn't realize that a new dawn was upon them until the radiance of their glory was already etching holes through their visage.
