Sanji’s hand remained on the handle at his hip as his face changed from rage to confusion, to interest, to more confusion, to a wide grin and a barking laugh.
”Well, that sounds nerdy as ********, but whatever floats your ‘scrote, man. I’m not here to judge. Just don’t go summoning monsters or whatever in here. Sounds sick, but I think moustache has had enough trouble for one night!” He gestured, chuckling, over his shoulder towards the mustachiod bartender, who was ghost-white, still not trusting that Sanji wouldn’t begin shooting again at any moment.
”Why don’t you give that nerdy s**t a rest before someone bullies you, and drink instead? Putting lead in that suit-wearing shitstain killed my buzz, and I could use the company.”
Without waiting for a reply from the stranger, Sanji held up two fingers, and the bartender immediately went to filling two more whiskeys for Sanji and his new “friend”.
Daichi continues to work on his marksmanship the next day, but also learns of the libraries in Feudal Spira and visits them, alternating between them and marksmanship practice. In these libraries he finds tons of books about Al Bhed science, including about the massive airships he saw all around the place. It turns out that you could construct these yourself, as well as there being manufacturers here that would make them for foreigners. This was of great interest to him, but was also something that was distant in his plans, as his short term plans did not have room for it, and it seemed like it would be useful later, but not as much right now. He works with his firearm continuously as he also learned about things like grenades, though how they worked was knowledge carefully guarded by the Al Bhed, and all he could find on it was how destructive they were, though the descriptions of the damage it could cause was fascinating. He also learned about the Summoners in Feudal Spira, and the powerful entities they could summon from another world. This interested him, the ability to summon entities to serve him, and he investigates it. He finds out that it was something in their bloodline that allowed them to summon these beings, but he feels like he could maybe mimic it in a minor way that would still be useful. He ends the day feeling accomplished, between the practice of marksmanship with his firearm and the knowledge he learned studying in the libraries.
Post Word Count: 257 x 1.5 = 386 Words Total Word Bank: 3,565 + 386 = 3,951 Words
Total Word Count: 6,265 + 386 = 6,651 Words
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風Osano Ren風
Feudal Spira - Summoner Al Bhed Chaotic Good Genin
Ren waits calmly to see how this man of violence reacts to his statement. It wasn’t like he wasn’t used to people like this, as he preferred these sorts of establishments to more upscale, refined ones. When the man laughs at his reply, he instantly knows things are fine by the tone of the laugh. He joins in the laughing. “Nerdy sounding sure, but very useful in a fight. Though I must admit, not as fun to use as a firearm like you carry. Was actually planning to build one of those myself soon. And of course I wouldn’t summon anything in here, would be a shame to waste the alcohol.” He would make a wide gesture at the assortment the tavern had. He downs what is in his glass and nods his head at Sanji’s statement. “I could take a break, that actually sounds good. And drinking is a fantastic way to relax, and in fact one of my favorite ways to past the time. I would be glad to join you and have some company for it. My name is Osano Sakenomi, and it is a pleasure to drink with you.” He grabs his whiskey, and downs it all at once with the motions of someone who does this often. He places it on the bar, gestures for it to be refilled, and add some of his own stash from a flask on him to the next drink, creating a mixture of sake and whiskey.
Post Word Count: 247 x 1.5 = 371 Words Total Word Bank: 371 + 510 = 881 Words
Total Word Count: 1,510 + 371 = 1,881 Words
Posted: Wed Aug 31, 2022 2:16 pm
Makane Sanjiro Feudal Spira - Al Bhed -----
As his new drinking companion gave his spiel about how useful his summons were in a fight, and voiced his interest in using a gun like he carried (Wingman was still hidden, and apparently unknown to this stranger), Sanji drank two more whiskeys and lit a cigarette, retrieving a metal lighter from his pocket and flicking the flame on, taking a long drag and blowing the smoke out directly in front of him, across the bar. The bartender noticed, seemingly annoyed at the rude gesture, but did not audibly complain. He knew better. As The stranger gestured towards all the alcohol, much of it half-empty now from Sanji’s time at this place these last few weeks, a smile crept onto his features again. This guy knew his priorities, even if he was a ******** geek.
Sanji scoffed a bit as he watched Ren cut his good whiskey with sake, like pouring piss in his own champagne, but did not offer any words of judgement, offering his introduction instead.
”Makane Sanjiro… Just call me Sanji… Pleasure.” He took the other shot a and drag from his cigarette, not looking up from the counter as he held up his fingers for 4 more drinks. 2 for each of themm Sanji was getting ******** up tonight, and so was Ren, if he could help it.
Daichi starts the next day working on his marksmanship and other firearm related skills. He spends a couple of hours continuing to practice, wanting to make sure he had mastered the use of it before he ventured out. With a weapon like this, it would be a shame not to be able to use it to its utmost. He also continued reading and studying about all the forms of Al Bhed science that he could find books on. He gained increasing interest in eventually obtaining one, but that would be far off in happening. He also tried to find more about grenades, to try and design his own, as well as how the summoners summoned the entities from another place to try and mimic it himself in a different way. After reading and studying, he returns to training with the firearm, increasing his skill with the weapon even further.
Post Word Count: 148 x 3 = 444 Words Total Word Bank: 3,951 + 444 = 4,395 Words
Total Word Count: 6,651 + 444 = 7,095 Words
Posted: Sun Sep 04, 2022 6:12 pm
風Osano Ren風
Feudal Spira - Summoner Al Bhed Chaotic Good Genin
Ren joins this stranger in several more drinks as the stranger introduces himself as Makane Sanjiro, and tells him to call him Sanji. Ren nods. “Very well Sanji. Too a night of fun, and to new friends.” He would give a toast, whether Sanji participates or not. He then matches Sanji drink for drink, cutting it every so often with a pour from the flask he keeps on himself. He shoots general s**t, talking with Sanji about nothing important, basically small talk type conversation, the type you can strike up with any random person you cross paths with. Eventually, after at least a couple of hours of drinking, he breaks the routine of waving the barkeep over, drinking, talking good natured s**t, and laughing. He gives a big swig of his current drink, downing it all in one motion and drink.
“Well, drinking and sitting is fun, but no night of partying and drinking is complete without going out and making a mess and racket around the town. So what do you say of ditching this bar and causing some mayhem outside?” He would give Sanji a wide grin showing he had some ideas of what they could do to cause a little chaos and color. He rests his hand on the hilt of his katana as well, showing that all of the fun they would get into wouldn’t exactly be considered legal and could lead to trouble. Which from the expression on his face, is half the fun of doing these actions. After a few moments of waiting for an answer, Ren heads out to do exactly what he mentions, regardless of Sanji’s answer. He had spent a few hours drinking, now was time to spend a few hours partying.
Post Word Count: 291 x 3.6 = 1,048 Words Total Word Bank: 881 + 1,048 = 1,929 Words
Sevan Kailash Genin[x][x][x][x]Hidden Wind [[x][x]↽╼┬┬┬╾↝⌤↜╼┬┬┬╾⇁ [x][x]﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏ SPD: ( 25 ) | STR: ( 05 ) | DEF: ( 10 ) INT: ( 65 ) | RSV: ( 02 ) | SPR: ( 10 ) [x][x]PERC: ( 33.5 ) | RACT: ( 29.25 ) [x][x]﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋ "Ya know what? How 'bout the whole bottle, yeah?" A sharp voice declares from the opposite side of the bar quickly followed by a gunshot and a crash as bottles shattered behind the bar. Sevan stood upon the bar stool, leaning over the counter with an empty glass in one hand supporting her up, and the other brandishing a plain revolver that was still smoking from the shot she had placed into the wall and the bottles that had been set upon it, behind the barkeeper. As she leaned her entire body shifted to the side and she dropped her hand with the revolver to steady herself, firing a second bullet into the wall in the process. Her red orange eyes glowing in the shadow of the bar as she released the revolver and snagged the first bottle she could reach behind the bar that had not been stored on the now destroyed wall and shelves. "Thanks. I'm on vacation today, the least you could do is keep my god damned cup full" She would say before turning and seating herself upon the bar's counter and pulling the cork off the bottle she had snagged with her teeth, spitting the cork to her side and in the direction of whatever startled bar patrons were in that location. She immediately downed a large swig of the alcohol before raising it in front of her face and frowning at the label of the drink. "That's some cheap s**t, huh?" She calls out to no one in particular before bringing it back to her lips and finishing the rest of the bottle. As soon as it was empty, she would simply drop it upon the ground at the base of the stool she was now resting her feet on, the bottle smashing and mixing with an assortment of other pieces of glass that were presumably from drinks she had drank while she was here.
A sheepish looking male would slowly exit from behind the bar and come up to her, bowing his head a little while keeping an eye on the gun that Sevan's hand rested on upon the counter. "Umm.. Ma'am.. I know we pay for protection and all that.. But you're.. Uh.. Scaring the other guests-" The male stammered as Sevan immediately brought her orange red gaze down to stare upon the owner of this bar with a frown slowly forming across her lips. "And I told you last time, if you made some of that open space over there privacy spaces you'd get a lot more income and I'd have a quieter place to drink!" She calls out, raising the revolver and gesturing to an emptier side of the bar's main room before turning the gun to point it haphazardly back in the direction of the bar owner. "Now get back to ya damn job yeah? Behind this bar is a mess.. Get someone to clean it up" She states before leaning back and holding her hand out towards any bar keep or waitress that was behind her, expecting another fresh bottle of whatever they handed her. She intended to take full use of her limited time off between tasks, even if it was time off that she had given herself while her current subordinates were doing their exams or whatever. She had no need to worry about what they were up to after all, she had an organization to run and things to plan most of the time. But now? Now was the time to drink and relax! She shoo'd off the bar owner with her revolver toting hand while being handed another drink, shaking the closed bottle in the direction of the waitress that had handed it to her as they shakily remove the cork for Sevan this time. Her gaze slowly panning over the bar before falling upon a familiar face, a subordinate she had claimed straight out of the Academy and what must be one of his followers now right? That was basically the task she had given him before they separated.
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Posted: Sun Sep 04, 2022 8:38 pm
Makane Sanjiro Feudal Spira - Al Bhed -----
Sanji glanced at Osano out of the corner of his eyes as he offered a toast. This kid was pretty ******** weird. Never-the-less Sanji obliged him, returning his toast with a ”Sure kid… Whatever.”, and drinking his whiskey in a single gulp.
Despite the eccentricities, Osano managed to match Sanji drink-for-drink for the next 2 or so hours, mostly in silence. In a way, Sanji felt a little competitive about how much the kid could handle, and was drinking his own drinks in silent determination to best him.
In his mind, he had done so, as Osano suggested they change the course of their night from drinking to something a bit more violent. Sanji’s face lit up into a drunken grin at the prospect. ”You sure you’re ready to party with me, kid? Lead the way!”
The Pointmaker was already in his hand. Sanji was visible excited to cause some mayhem.
Sanji made to follow Osano until a figure caught his eyes. Sevan was here, and had been apparently for the whole time they had been drinking.
”Hold the ******** door! What the hell are you doing here?!” Sanji’s already-wide grin cracked into a laugh, as if he were greeting an old friend and not his employer. He made his way towards her in 2 or 3 long strides, pushing a random patron out of the way along his path.
”Look what the cat dragged in! Over here giving ol’ moustache a hard time! Long time no see, boss!” He greeted her with a smirk.
He briefly turned his head toward Osano for a moment. ”This is my boss.”
He turned back to Sevan again. ”This kid Osano wants to run with the big dogs. Cause some chaos in town. You in or out? You ******** know i’m always down to shoot at someone.”
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567.5 + 324x3.7(1198.cool = 1766.3
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風Osano Ren風
Feudal Spira - Summoner Al Bhed Chaotic Good Genin
Ren stopped and turned to look at who Sanji had addressed. It was a woman, well dressed especially for the area, who was clearly familiar with Sanji. He watched her movements to get an idea of her personality, and decided that she was someone to speak to with respect. She radiated an aura of one used to authority, and one who did not treat those who didn’t act with respect nonviolently. He gave a respectful bow as she looked their way. When he looked up, he had a grin on his face. “I mean, I joined this man here for a night of partying, and a night of merely drinking is not a party. So I suggested a night out on the town, having fun causing chaos and a little property damage. My name is Osano Sakenomi, and it is a pleasure to meet you. Would you care to join us, the more the merrier, especially at times like this.” His grin widens as he waits for her answer. He would truly enjoy more company on his planned destructive spree.
Post Word Count: 180 x 2.6 = 468 Words Total Word Bank: 1,929 + 468 = 2,397 Words
Total Word Count: 2,929 + 468 = 3,397 Words
Posted: Mon Sep 19, 2022 9:43 pm
Sevan Kailash Genin[x][x][x][x]Missing Nin ( Chuunin ) [[x][x]↽╼┬┬┬╾↝⌤↜╼┬┬┬╾⇁ [x][x]﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏ SPD: ( 25 ) | STR: ( 05 ) | DEF: ( 110 ) INT: ( 65 ) | RSV: ( 02 ) | SPR: ( 10 ) [x][x]PERC: ( 33.5 ) | RACT: ( 29.25 ) [x][x]﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋ It would appear that they had both managed to notice each other, as Sanji would cross the room to meet up with Sevan in a matter of moments, not even bothering to dip around a civilian that wound up in his way. She chuckled slightly to herself, while raising the newly gained bottle of alcohol to her lips and taking a quick chug before setting it rather roughly upon the bar beside herself. "Sevan Kailash. If we're looking for a good time, I may know a place or two where any sort of fun can be had.." She says while rolling her head upwards and leaning back to look towards the bar and the frightened staff behind it. "PLACES WITH THE RIGHT SERVICES, AND ROOMS TO DO THEM IN!" She barks immediately, before snapping back to a sitting position with her body swaying slightly from the jerking motions. She immediately snags the bottle off the table and raises it to her lips taking a long gulp from the bottle before turning her attention back onto the two males before her once again. "Well? Lets get outta here." Sevan says before leaning behind the bar and grabbing one more bottle and then sliding off the counter entirely to land on her feet, only stumbling for a moment before dropping her revolver back into it's holster before grabbing her already opened bottle and strolling in a partially diagonal line towards the entrance of the bar while waving the sealed bottle in her hand back towards the two she had been speaking to and drinking from the bottle that she had in her other hand that was already open.
276 x 1.6 = 441.6 + 2497.5 = 2939.1 Words Total
Apollyon Uchiha Genin[x][x][x][x]Hidden Leaf [[x][x]↽╼┬┬┬╾↝⌤↜╼┬┬┬╾⇁ [x][x]﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏ SPD: ( 25 ) | STR: ( 20 ) | DEF: ( 05 ) INT: ( 20 ) | RSV: ( 10 ) | SPR: ( 30 ) [x][x]PERC: ( 15 ) | RACT: ( 20 ) [x][x]﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋ It had been a long series of events that resulted in Apollyon to end up in Feudal Spira, he did not exactly have a plan of where to go or what to do at this very moment but he was certainly going to figure it out at some point. He slowly scans the area around him, his gray gaze halting on one person to the next without stalling too long. He did not have anything specific he was looking for so there was no reason to actually stop and attempt to communicate with anyone here. He knew that there were a good number of different technologies here, mostly towards the creation of firearms of different degrees and types as well as the airships that he would see flying around in the sky above once in a while as he walks around. Apollyon frowned slightly as he strolled forward without aim or reason. If he was lucky someone would cross his path that would lead to a more interesting encounter than just a simple street vendor or anything else of that matter. Apollyon casually took a turn and began walking down a side street off of the main one, simply aiming to head into some of the more desolate area in an attempt to come across something interesting.
Sanji waited patiently while introductions were exchanged, eager to get on with this night. His eyes widened as he watched Sevan yelling at the employees. She was drunk drunk. Sanji was drunk, himself, so he was in no position to judge. He knew from experience not to tell a drunk woman with a gun to put the bottle down, anyway. As long as she could stand and shoot, she would be good company tonight, and she paid his tab, so who was he to judge. He made to follow her out of the establishment, but paused at the door, turning to the crowd.
”Please remember to tip your bartender. He works hard.” He waited, as if waiting for someone to get up and do as he asked. When nobody moved, he became angry, gritting his teeth and pointing his gun at the ceiling, firing two rounds into the wood, and likely into the rooms above.
”I said tip your ******** bartender!” Makane Sanjiro shouted to the crowd at-large, who immediately began to shuffle through pockets, looking to spare any coin they could to avoid being the target for the next shot.
Sanji smiled and offered a final wink to the mustached bartender, before turning and following Sevan out of the tavern, gun still in hand.
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1766.3 + 223x2.7(602.1) = 2368.4
Posted: Tue Sep 27, 2022 12:41 pm
Sylas Montague - Lord-Captain of the Silent Rain Feudal Spira - Al Bhed / Hidden Gears - Paradox
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Feudal Spira had grown since Sylas Montague had last stepped foot there. It had been a few years since he had seen this place, and in his time away, the Al Bhed clan had certainly kept busy, erecting new buildings and skyports, freshly-manufactured airships whizzing through the sky above. It was a bustling metropolis now!
Taking a deep breath of the nostalgically-polluted air, Sylas made his way through the cobbled streets, admiring the works of magitech that were this place’s signature. This was one of the few villages that had powered lighting on the streets, something he had always admired, and had emulated in the design of his own city-ship. Indeed every inch of this city showed the magitech that powered it, the work of countless generations of Al Bhed engineers and scientists. He considered himself lucky to count himself among them, at least for a time. He had outgrown this city long ago, though it was still nice to visit and reminisce.
His true purpose for being here was simple. He needed crew, and there was no better place to find a crew than the only place that crafted the airships that they worked on. He scanned the crowded streets, though he wasn’t even sure what he was looking for, as if a man with a tricorn hat and peg leg was going to turn the corner.
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風Osano Ren風
Feudal Spira - Summoner Al Bhed Chaotic Good Genin
Osano grins and laughs at the chaos caused as they leave the bar, between Sevan throwing insults at the establishment’s quality and facilities and Sanji screaming at people to tip the bartender. Osano himself leaves a few coins on a table by the door as he walks out. He follows the others, letting them take the lead of what to do and where to go. He keeps a hand on his blade and a hand on his flask of saki. “So who has any ideas of where to go and what to do?”
Post Word Count: 93 x 1.6 = 149 Words Total Word Bank: 2,397 + 149 = 2,546 Words
Daichi continues to work on his skill with the firearm, trying to get to the point where he would be able to use it in combat. Where he was now with it, he doesn’t believe he would be accurate enough in battle for the weapon to be worth trying to use it, though his accuracy is getting better. He also worked on getting reloading the weapon into his muscle memory. He needs to be able to reload the weapon quickly in combat. After training with the new weapon, he would visit various libraries and such to continue researching Al Bhed technology, specifically the airships and grenades. He would also study the summoning arts of the other clan in Feudal Spira. Even if he could not learn and master these techniques himself, he could try to create a way of replicating it himself with what he could do. Psionic grenades, psionic constructs that he could summon, if he could study these enough he could possibly create these techniques himself. After doing that for a while, he returned to practicing with the firearm for a while.
Post Word Count: 184 x 2 = 552 Words Total Word Bank: 4,395 + 552 = 4,947 Words
Total Word Count: 7,095 + 368 = 7,647 Words (552 Words)
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風Osano Ren風
Feudal Spira - Summoner Al Bhed Chaotic Good Genin
Osano slips off from the others as the night wears on. He makes his way back to his family home, resting the rest of the night there. He wakes up the next morning and goes out to train more. He focuses on the elemental powers the summoner clan had access to, figuring it would be a good basis before heading out. Thundara, Blizzard, Blizzara, Aerora, Water, Watera, and Cure were the ones focused on. He knew he wouldn’t have all of them mastered before he set out, but he could at least put some work into each of them. Water and Watera, one a well aimed blast of water and the other a spread out wave of water. The same with Blizzard and Blizzara, but with ice instead of water. Thundara and Aerora are area versions of the two techniques he already knows, Thunder and Aero. Cure was a directed healing ability, useful as just a general technique. He spends the morning practicing the manipulation of the elements that is part of his bloodline, learning to control each element and bend it to his will.
He starts with Blizzard, gathering ice around his fingertips. The ice would collect, and grow, forming a small ball of crackling, shifting ice. Once it was large enough, Osano fired it at a wall, the ice shattering against it. He repeated this several times, growing better and more proficient at it each time. Water was next to practice. This formed differently. Osano gathered water around his arm, it collecting and gathering until his arm was covered in it, then he would fire it forth in a stream that would slam into the target. This was also practiced several times. After that was done, he practiced Cure, collecting restorative energy into his hand, and then applying it to a selected target. It was short ranged, but useful still to help bring oneself or another back into fighting shape. The single target abilities out of the way, he moved onto the area ones. First was Thundara. He gathered electricity, building a charge around his hand. It crackled and flashed, and once it was large enough, he cast it forth in a large spray of lightning before him. Aerora was a swirling vortex of wind around his hand, that was cast as a fan of high pressure wind. Blizzara was an icy wall of spikes, and Watera was a simple large wave of water. Each started with a slow build up of the element, followed by a powerful release of it.
After spending the morning practicing with the elements, he had himself a solid sized lunch, then moved onto something else for the afternoon. He pulled out the scroll his father had given him, and looked it over, reading it carefully. It described the creation and working of firearms in great detail. Looking at it, he planned out what he wanted to make in his head. First would be the base, what was known as a Resolve Frame. It would then have a Heavy Barrel, for power, and No Grip, for speed when drawing and firing. It would have basic Iron Sights, No Stock, and a Single Round Magazine. A simple starting weapon.
Post Word Count: 535 x 4 = 2,140 Words Total Word Bank: 2,546 + 2,140 = 4,686 Words
Total Word Count: 3,546 + 2,140 = 5,686 Words (2,140 Words)
