The young woman walked aimlessly through the crowd of people attending the festival. Even though she had treks on, this felt more natural right now. More acceptable to everyone.
"Jameson what is this I hear about you riding up the side of Hotel building? And a woman matching your description was given to the ATP? Do you know what strings I had to pull to have this case dropped?!"
She cringed a bit, her hands grasping at the sides of her outfit. Her mother would never approve, of that she was sure. She didn't like it, her fantasies, her way of dress. The speech that was intolerable in her home. Maybe all of this storm riding was a waste of her time.
"It must have been some sort of mistake, Mother, I would never purposely attempt to embarrass you in that manner."
"Jameson resorting to lying is just as bad as an omission of the truth, own up to your misdoings so that we can find a way to weed them out. I expect those death traps you keep wearing to be tossed out. We can't have your image being tarnished."
"I hardly think-" "Yes, Jameson, you hardly think. This is why until I am done thinking for you, you will follow my simple rules for a brilliant life laid out for you. Now come, see here." Sophia's hand dug into her purse and pulled out a large envelope, upon it was the seal of an American School. Harvard. There was a lot inside, which means only one thing. She was accepted. Of course she was, between her grades and her mother's influence, there was no way someone like Jameson wouldn't get in.
Her hands gripped tighter, her face looking downward at the pavement. Using the sight of people's legs to keep her from crashing into them.
"Mother, I don't want to go to this American School, I want to go to school here." "And do what? Continue with this angst driven behavior and storm riding, you don't even take it seriously, and if I'm frank you aren't very good. You have a brilliant mind, Jameson." Sophia approached her daughter, kissing her on the forehead before walking by and towards the door of their overpriced and immaculate home. "You will make good use of it come September."
September?! Her eyes went wide, frantic even. This September. "I was promised two years off from schooling, ma'am." "Yes, for good behavior but these reports are something else Jameson. So you will be going this year." Her mother turned, jubilance and arrogance on her face as always. "But Mom!" She shouted frantically, which changed the tone rather quickly. Sophia's eyebrows arched high, death and hallows wrote an unfortunate tale upon her face. "Excuse me." James would put a new purpose to herself, calming down. "I mean, Mother." Too late, Sophia was already on a tirade.
"Jameson, this behavior is unacceptable. Unbecoming of a woman of your assets and capability, You are brilliant, you can be continue to be so, but only if I push you toward it. Now, you will be attending Harvard come the Fall, no ifs ands or buts. If you do not attend, well, I will be forced to send Christopher back to live with his father. And we all know how that will turn out." She gritted her teeth, clenching her mouth shut. Don't argue, don't get upset, even though it was written all over her face. Jameson was pissed, but they both knew the kind of man Chris' birth father was. And as much as they argued and acted like ghetto hoodrats in the world, she loved him. And sending him back to someoe worse than Sophia.
"Yes ma'am." "I knew you would see things my way, Jameson, you're such a smart girl ..."
"He showed me that, yeah, that flying guy ... that I'm not good." She had become lost in her memory, hair flowing over her like a pasture, the shades of green frolicked in aggression with the air. As if trying to pull James along, yet she was stuck. Frozen.
"Not like I can do this dumb s**t forever anyway." Her anger flared up and the wind around her fluctuated, shoving the people immediately around her backwards, she didn't speak, didn't move. Just shoved them all off.
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Posted: Sat Mar 23, 2019 11:59 am
Rubberized wheels cut to and fro against cracked pavement stained with colorful tagging; a grocery bag full of sugary treats and spicy chips slung over one forearm. The air about was still freshly crisp, dewy. Heavens had just reached the crescendo and climactic ending only minutes before he'd clocked out.
Deceleration and gradual breaking stop trim figure right before a door; paint chipped in some places and cracked in others. Fumbling fingerpads bumble and stumble through denim compartments, fishing out jangling keys before final struggle with the portal commences. It was old, set wrong, and he had to slam the entirety of his weight into the wooden bulk to finally force it open.
Almost immediately heady, thick and pungent miasma assaults senses. "Damn it Nah-Nah! I said no blunts in the house! Why'd I spend all that money on a bong if you don't even use the thing?"
Exasperated exclamation resounds as the plastic sack is set upon dining room table. Rounding the corner and into the kitchen, there she was. In the midst of concocting supper's succulent and sizzling recipe; ashing a cigarillo rerolled with mid grade flowers into a mostly empty soda can. Inebriated younger sibling snorts in amusement, slight shoulders shrugging in light-hearted apology as spatula pushes around ground beef and chicken stir fry.
"Sorry, I rolled it but didn't know it was raining; chill ooout."
Diminutive figure giggles and proffers cherried backwood enticingly. Seldom did Kain smoke to begin with however, and it certainly wasn't happening whilst he was trying to make a point.
"It's just... I give you one rule about smoking. We've been over this before; they make the house reek, and the tobacco is awful for Kaya. It's not just about you dude. Come on."
Rebellious teen rolled big brown irides at the eldest of their sibling trio's nagging, somehow now conveniently focused on cooking with laser intensity. He'd seen this a million times before. If there was one thing the middle sibling particularly excelled in, it was her uncanny ability to tune absolutely anything out. Preternatural gift was practically a metaphysical ability.
Amon hadn't been home five minutes and had totally killed her high, but he could give a flying form of a ******** less. Kaya's school had already called home once informing him that she had come to school smelling like some good kush... Incidentally, on a day he'd asked Nalin to drop her off. There was little doubt that the next time it happened, the academy's office would no doubt make a call to the proper authorities.
Of course, Nalin didn't see the bigger picture. The middle born wild child was young, wild, and free. And that was fine; for the most part, Kain made attempts in earnest to allow younger sister to experience her teen years in full. But he had to think about everybody.
"Fine, be like that. I guess i'll talk to you later. This is the last one getting smoked in our house though; i'm serious."
Quickly snatching rolled herb from unexpecting digitus on a sheer whim, expanding lungs intake harsh inhale before blowing it directly in her face. "Your Takis are on the table. Make sure Kaya eats dinner before she gets into her Reeses, please? You know that little girl will try and sneak it if she can."
Holy s**t... is THIS what it's like to have kids!?
Eerily timed epiphany incites an inner groan; though he takes off immediately after final instruction, hijacked blunt still within pilfering grasp. Nalin lets off a string of colorful and creative swear combinations as she chases her brother out the door, but by the time foul mouthed female finishes; the object of her vexations is already long gone, soaring into the clouds almost as quickly as inebriating fumes lifted his mentality sky high.
Fast forward two and a half hours to present time and place, where white knee high skates adorned in their glossed and gilded feathery decorations push him through the crowd at an easy pace. Low tolerance held onto a nice and heady buzz even after so much time had passed, and figure sheathed in black unzipped hoodie was currently engrossed in hand held gaming; laser focus dead set upon getting this damn plumber to that flag without getting stomped out by another oversized tortoise.
"Oh come on! Piss off Snowzer! Ol' cheatin' little--"
Had he been paying attention, maybe the sudden change of subtle breeze's natural tide and ebb. However, palm sized engrossment robs him of reflexes, and Kain happens to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Lazily rolling past the girl and paying her no mind, unsuspecting bystander is only five feet away when rolling concussive force slams into him. It wasn't especially strong, but the element of surprise played a shocking factor in initial impact's results. DS resemblant gaming device goes flying, as does it's owner; both smacking unforgiving concrete at about the same time.
Stormy gaze as wild as the winds he was capable of riding, Amon scurries to his feet and swiftly closes the distance between himself and the portable tech. One of it's flip screen hinges had snapped, and the glass surface stayed ominously dark; regardless of how many times frantic digitus flicked at the power switch.
"Nooo, come on! Dang it... This is just my luck."
Gaming was one of two things he enjoyed aside from flying; and that small system had been custom made by a friend. Even if Kain could afford another one; which he couldn't, he'd have to hope Tony would heed cellular summons. Poor man never had time to do anything anymore with all his schooling.
Tucking what currently amounted to a broken piece of garbage into back pocket, gaze intermixed with fifty shades of gray looked around to see who had actually been responsible for it's death. Everything had happened so fast, and his environmental awareness had amounted to less than zero in that moment.
There, in the epicenter of her almighty push; picturesque Calypso stands within the eye of her own personal storm. She was cute to be certain; symmetrical heart shaped face framed nicely by thick locks colored in forested verdancy. Needless to mention curvity accentuated by proudly showcasing outfit. No doubt flaring hips and generous proportions drew their share of uncomfortably long stares... though none of this mattered right now. Not to him. All that mattered were the answers Kain was determined to get for the questions he had.
"What the hell man? I was just outchea mindin' my own business, collecting coins and now my... thing is totally busted. It was a birthday present too. What gives?"
He was angered, of course. Justifiably. But voice didn't raise, demeanor didn't berate... Nay, not yet anyways. Not when he'd just had to rip Nalin a new a*****e. There was only so much scolding one could give before they started feeling like a scrooge. Instead, exasperated voice was accented with... disappointment? It made sense. He'd just finished working a double shift, came home to sassy sibling's bullshit... and now the only one of a kind item he owned was little more than a fancy paperweight.
There were eyes on her, struggling with this, she knew the scene it would cause. But she had already been in enough trouble, she was doomed to America in the fall. If she made more trouble, her mom would be more upset, but she would just cover it up. She would cover it all up, bury these stories in a beautifully decorated package. Mistakes that never happened.
"Who the ******** are you talking to ..."
Her right hand extended outward and pointed her palm toward the loud man. The wind picked up again, the sound of her treks scraping against the hard tiles beneath her feet resonated in the souls of those who watched on. Or was it the eerie feeling it brought, storm riding was so normative now. It still didn't make the powers they could conjure any less threatening to all of those who didn't ride. Who could not ride, who did not want to comprehend the level of freedom this could bring. No, not for those in cages, even if they wanted desperately to break out.
Still, from within this cage, she could still destroy the world. Just could not fly.
The wind around her felt dangerously cold, like ice it licked at her skin. Causing her to tremble, even as the draft of air pulled itself toward her. Frigid. Frozen. ******** you and your raggedy a** toy, the b***h that bought it was probably broke anyway." She snapped her hand in and the spiraling winds stopped. She was getting too upset, a fight here around all of these people. She couldn't just haul off like some other imbeciles would, firing her blasts about all willy nilly. "Maybe if it wasn't secondhand it could survive I don't know, barely tapping the ground. Go buy another one."
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Posted: Sat Mar 23, 2019 5:11 pm
Hostility. The definition of the word. It was like that.
So be it.
Agitated viper was prodded; goaded into brutish thoughts, naturally; if only for a slight moment. He was human after all, and this sudden escalation was nonsensical; her reaction? Disproportionate. In Kain's mind, at least. Aggressor's aerial control proved impressive, she precariously plays upon a wind of vengeance; fury obvious, oh so ironic rage almost comical from an outside perspective.
Unamused brows raise, forelimbs crossed as classist insult goes unacknowledged. It was something grown accustomed to over the years; the silver lining of having two sisters. Kain could withstand even the most withering of bitchiest attitudes without giving an inch, even the type of loud feminine aggressiveness such as this that could whip a broken McDonald's ice cream machine back into working shape at any time of the day. Thumb and forefinger pinch prominent nose's bridge before heavy sigh exhales. This was like deja vu.
"Who else? The angry little green bean that knocked me over, of course. Jeez you're like Nalin, but with no house training. Nobody can tell her nothin' either. BuUuUt, Nalin is a child. And... Well I... I don't think you are? Though I give you props for how well you play the role. Truly, you're a master in the art."
Smoothly, he interjects the final two sentences; shitty little smirk indicating clear sarcasm. As if his voice hadn't already been absolutely soaked in it. She continues to rail on him about being poor even after shifting winds stop however. Was that... All she had? A one trick pony perhaps?
When James manages to calm the ******** down, again quippy and wry response comes.
"You're being selfish. Pull your head out of your butt and think about somebody else. Know what I think? That you should give me money for a new one, since you broke it. Have some damn accountability, for once."
Not that he even half expected her to. People didn't just fold like that. First impressions were typically easy enough to decipher the rest of an interaction. James was unapologetic, crass, and who knew what else........
But; was she a coward as well?
The thought is played with, molded like putty and refined into a shape that can finally be vocalized to up the ante.
Kain was a broke b***h. There was no way frequently overdrawn bank account was paying for a brand new electronic anytime soon... but maybe he wouldn't have to. Not if he just convinced James to pay for one! Nicely.
"You're a storm rider."
It was a declaration, not a question. One given as forefinger aligns with the top of a fairly close building, the point of interest several stories in the air.
"Or are you just pretending to be one? I don't blame you, it's understandable. IF you're 'bout it though... you'll meet me up there, and we'll settle this. Like real riders. With a hurdle." Air treks begin to rev up as the challenge is issued, their starting line set.
"I win, you fork over enough cash to replace my thingy. If you win... well, heh. You won't. But I dunno, pick your prize at the finish line I guess? I'll even let you choose our course."
Broad shoulders shrug, derisive snort given as the muscles within jean covered columns bundle together in squatting preparation; widening and expanding 'neath denim sanctuary. "I mean, Unless you suck at it. That'd be a damn shame, but it's cool. You should still come though, I'd be way too stoked to give you some pointers on how to fly better ~"
As if to punctuate his sentence, Kain takes a bounding step before being shot sky high; picking on capricious gale's whimsy and riding in accordance with her fancy as overconfident hatchling ascends up, up, and up further still. Turning around with ear to ear cheshire grin as a pair of vulgar and flagrant digitus are flashed in open provocation. Descent to sky high roof's top is lazy, laggard; intentionally drawn out. It was upon landing's eventuality that he'd wait for James to come on up though, ready to sail the skies with or without hand picked competition.
Blah Blah Blah. Whine b***h Moan. It's like all guys ever did these days. She knocked him over? Who said that? She had no recollection of ever even seeing the dusty ********, maybe he shouldn't walk so close to other people. I mean he basically brought this on himself.
"b***h, shut the ******** up with them baby a** insults. Sound like you spend all day watching kids at the park."
Her face filled with disgust, eyes rolling in her head complimented by the fluttering of her eyelids. Oh, he called her a child, bravo. He had hit a new high on his stretch of incompetency. Did that upset someone? Well she was already upset so anything directed toward her was only going to escalate things. Her hands went up, as if surrendering to the police. ******** he mean she should pay for it? I mean she could, it was probably some dirt cheap knock off, but she wasn't going ******** you, and ******** everybody else. I didn't make you poor and I ain't buying you s**t."
The raised hands turned their palms and folded all but thee middle fingers. Head tilted, lips pursed, she was really not about to put up with his s**t, especially after the day she had.
You're a Storm Rider. Her staunch defenses seemed to crumble, she already knew where s**t like that was heading. What else would someone care about her being a storm rider ... well, they wanted to ride. She pictured the moon peeking through the night sky, white light caressing the tops of clouds.
Or are you just pretending to be one? Her eyes shifted down and to the right, is that what she was doing. Pretending? Frantically her eyes searched for something else to cling onto, tiles and more tiles, it is all she could see looking down upon the ground.
You'll meet me up there. The sky, the parting clouds and her body plummeting from the air. She blunk and glanced off into the distance, frustration on her face, overtaking the unjustified anger she once wore like armor.
She'd be fine, as long as she flew the way she wanted ... Don't go too high. Don't try and fly a road that didn't exist. Take the path in the sky, the one laid out for her. Yeah.
Her treks revved as she glared upward at the bumbling idiot, air picked up around her. She never went anywhere without the wind by her side. She would leap, and a crack would echo from the point she left behind. Sending a wave toppling those over who were silly enough to get close to her again. Her ascension was swift, like a knife she cut the winds that refused to part before landing, crushed upon the roof top. Rising to her full height she pointed ahead of her. The shape of three japanese style temples lay out in front of her. Each about two hundred feet or so away from one another.
"We'll race to the third building b***h, you gotta touch every building, but ya can't touch the ground or ya lose."
"I hope that wasn't too much in formation for ya little a** brain."
This was fine, the buildings were all the same height, so it wouldn't cause any issues. This should be fine. It will be fine. Just stay near the ground.
"Bitches first." She was confident in her ability to play catch up, especially on a path someone laid out for her.
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Posted: Mon Mar 25, 2019 5:44 pm
Of course it worked.
'Twas a trick he'd frequently used on Kaya. Provocative bait taken hook, line, and sinker; Jameson was reeled in with as much simplicity as the naive eleven year old.
Tedious talk was cheaper than a five dollar hooker, but at least repetitive insults aren't the sole plate she brings to this table. He had expected caustic mouth to run much further, just as certainly as issued challenge was going to be accepted. Death before dishonor, right?
With both guts and glory abound, excitement mounts as stormswept gaze witnesses Jameson ascend in tow with little to no hesitation. Already, he zones; the hype is real. No feeling compared to the adrenaline rush directly injected into pumping intravenous system while flying; only doubled when the ante is upped. Regardless of who came in first place, Kain was going to win something; even if neither of them knew it.
Their general path is laid, marked by highlighting gestures to steeply sloped tiles and thatching. The distance between them wasn't terribly far, but he wouldn't refuse a chance to rack up some style points.
Bitches first.
"Thank ya kindly, you're more than welcome to follow my slipstream ~"
It was the final oration they'd exchange before he takes off. Three rolling steps are made before legs piston in an easy jump; more of a hop, really. Yet, it didn't matter. Not when the gust seized through aerokinetic manipulation surges; wind communicates with it's banshee howl as effortless soaring jettisons spiraling figure ridiculously high. A feathered raptor floating upon climbing zephyr, Amon back flips in a swift motion meant to reign in gathered speed before dive bombing directly towards the far side of the first building they were to touch. Excited tendrils of heavenly mistress whipped through raven hair, kissing head's partially shaven plateau as she screams like nature's wild child within the shell of exposed ear.
Treks come into contact with curved wooden beam serving as an impromptu sort of rail upon the rooftop, cardinal bright paint chipping from it's surface as he grinds downwards along the length and zipping figure lowers itself into a deep crouch; feeling froggy as ******** and ready to leap whilst he hurtles towards the obtuse ramp like slant at the very edge of it's length.
-----→ {Wings l E} -------► Wings is a phenomenon of the Wing Road that hints at the user's wind control abilities. This trick involves the user expanding upon their own run by taking advantage of the wind around them then applying their own for aerial boosting effects. The resulting effect usually gives the impression that the user is flying or gliding through the air when, in reality, they simply caught a tailwind and became a part of it, so to speak. As the user progresses in skill, they eventually learn to perform this technique at will, making it appear as though their run is a smooth flight. This trick can only be used every other post. This is an E Class trick.
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It cut through the air. A path. The road, pavement made of wind. She could see it as the man took off ahead of her. Her treks spun madly. The air spiraled around her in reverse before gathering on her treks.
Leap.
She took off after him in a straight line. His slipstream, the path he had carved had less wind resistance, not only that but she was a bit better than him in the air. Albeit not by very much. She could give him that.
Sadly, she wasn't going to go easy on him. Where as he had taken to skidding along the far side of the building, James would land directly at the Apex. For a brevity, a heartbeat was all it took for her treks to gather up the storm within them. She looked down, peering tot he boy beneath her. A shotgun seemed to explode from her hands, and all at once she had become a blur as she reached max speed.
A bullet to the sky, followed by a trail of smoke and shattered tile that was sadly in the wake of her movement. Her body twirled within the air, she was faster than him if need be, faster than most in the sky.
But it wasn't just about the win, he had to learn a few lessons first, yeah? Her hands spread outward, and air spiraled about them. Visible and white, as if it were becoming a living being.
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→ {Crash Landed:: Clark Kent Appears l D} -------► The user summons a spiral of wind into both hands that when pushed in a direction can push them to max speed for a period of time, as long as their direct motion forward is not interrupted by friction of any sort they can maintain the speed. Sharp turns and the like would deter the speed. Alternatively the user can utilize the spirals of wind to launch someone else instead, accelerating them to max speed for a period of time under the same restrictions.
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Posted: Tue Mar 26, 2019 12:20 am
Crime never slept but it sure did party.
Talents taken to Asakusa the foreigner got a touch of life that surged through the streets. A contact high from the intoxicating rush of adrenaline and booze that liquefied the air. Out in the field, Soap was left to his own devices. While most in his position would have used this as an opportunity to earn a check whilst sitting around getting white girl wasted and motor boating breasts, the tireless vet was locked in character. The clumsy, happy-go-lucky foreigner with hollow head and a heart of gold. Handy book of translations visibly carried on his person at all times to feign the cracking of a language barrier that hadn't existed.
Socializing with the masses, getting into their minds to see what made them tick. He'd exchange friendly words, sharp tongue impaling itself through brittle hearts. Distinguished but foolhardy, his Japanese loose, accent plain, purposely mispronounced so that the kind soul beside him would offer the correct translation. A filmography major when questioned about him being here. His journey embarked, paths laced with women at each fork scantly garbed in lace stringing sheltering their pleasant bits. Men, placed lesser on the totem pole made their appearance together with the flamboyant androgyny of they's and them's.
Soap wasn't the discriminatory type. Love was love and he was an equal opportunist. Airy friendliness and natural flirtations towards all made for better intelligence gathering.
Notes in code on vellum in sealed cowhide for future study. Places. People. Rumors. Myths. This was child's play when his interrogations were masked as friendly drunken banter.The deliciously bitter sting that drained down his throat was pleasant on the mind. The use of all his faculties still withstanding, firing on all cylinders once that subliminal angst was hushed.
A self-appointed break meant stuffing his face and sobering up. Street food had always been a delicacy to him even in the states but the Japanese persuasion had placed in his top three. Anything grilled and on a stick was Soap's best friend. Add in a plethora of dipping sauces each with multi-faceted ways of combining and applying and the flavor profiles were endless.
Genuine joy warmed his ever risen cheeks as he refueled for more profile collecting and folder building. As he leaned his head in towards a piping hot globe of takoyaki however, there came a sudden pressure viciously bearing down onto his shoulders."Eeehh?!"Soap stammered. His visage layered in shadow as his emeralds shot skyward in search for an answer as to what was happening. Breasts that could blot out the sun. The pleasantly soft yet shockingly firm thickness of something bronzed locking betwixt his head was bewildering. What had sold him on this being a body straddling him, had been the lowered head curtained by beige tresses reeling with aggression towards his treat with hungry chompers.
"Hoi hoi hoi!"Soap progressively rose his voice, swaying the fried ball of seasoned octopus to and fro with each attempt the woman made to steal his treat. Like an unruly dog trying to claim an undeserved treat or a cat to a thin blot of light he'd motion it around in a game of keep away."Get your own!"Cried the blonde in broken Japanese, yet he couldn't seem to shake her from his shoulders.
Soap would've shared his delights with the crazy woman had she just asked.
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Ah the poor blond mop had no idea as to who he had been targeted by, teeth clacked shut on empty air however as the male moved her prize out of the way. She followed as her hands easily pushed down into soft hair and drug his head back while reaching with her body, knees held tight to either side of his head as she dipped forward and attempted for the food. Whether or not successful would end up being left to the imagination as she sat back and grumbled in complaint when he had whined at her, "Just share yours! Feed your hero!" she puffed glaring down at him with a pout on her lips and still maintaining expert balance on the male. Clad in a leotard and long thigh-highs that didn't cover the most important bits she'd be an extreme spectacle that had many glancing at the two. Scarlet hues were almost ruby like with how hardened they became upon not being able to get her quarry, "Are you a villain denying justice some food?!" she questioned as her hair fell forward and shielded the duo's faces for the time being.
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Hero?! Villain?!
Something was definitely amiss here. Those raspy words rose more questions than answers. Confused noggin pressured by bundles of unknown digits messily rummaging through his nest of golden locks. Try as he might, she was clinging to him like gum to a shoe. Bitter frustrations yet the lighthearted demeanor of his persona could not be wavered. The lack of alcoholic pungency on her breath ruled out a drunken stupor. Drugs then? Plausible, highly likely. Seldom was the average citizen this much of a sporadic child; and Soap didn't see a guardian prying her away from him either so drugs it must have been.
Justice. The curious man would've like to ponder what that meant to her hadn't she been assaulting his person with her body."Huh?! Of course not, but I don't even know who the hell you are!"He roared. Despite his inability to physically see her clothing, Soap was able to feel just how little was actually covering her against the nape of his neck. There came difficulty in his focus but life trained him for moments just like these so he wouldn't lose himself.
To capture the influenced woman's attention he'd wave around the fried ball on a stick in front of her face."Fine fine, you go. For a hero of justice you sure are pushy!"Soap grunted, presenting the precious morsel to her. Unfortunately it'd vanish from her scarlet visage just as quickly as it appeared, causing those chomping pearls of hers to bite air yet again. If the stick the ball went as the large blonde held it in between his teeth mockingly."Jussh khiiiddinkh."He bellowed triumphantly as he'd go to claim his prize; hopefully with nothing to take the woman would get off of him.
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He had been leading with such high hopes and gargantuan confidence... up until that moment.
Symphonic shattering sounds true via flanking position; Tattered tiles tearing through the air as a harbinger to bright emerald phoenix blazing her trail through the sky, right past him and onward to victory. In spite of the stakes, fine boned facial features hold an impressed fascination. It was a simple, yet effective manipulation that storm struck gaze had never encountered. It is but a brief moment or two within time's hourglass that marveling occurs though; reality goes on, and waited for no man.
Despite opposing party's clear advantage within their mutually favorite territory, the prospect of taking this beating lying down was met with vehement refusal. Tooth and claw, he'd fight until the fat lady sang her final solo. Just like he'd always fight.
Words of encouragement engraved upon heart; heed taken in the most literal sense possible. Thigh muscles furrowed into clustered groups extend in a single explosive movement upon the curving ramp's peak, and storm riding savant becomes a high velocity propelled missile as jumping force and inertia is combined with the velocity boost that propelling himself off of the ramp provided.
"God damn, do you ever shut up?"
When one treads a path up so high and this close to Elysium, her whispering breath becomes a siren song; it's cadence and capricious will crystal clear should one be fluent in the gale's native tongue. He spoke it as a second language, and uses favorable breeze to propel him forward; faster still. Limbs are tucked in close to compact body, legs straight with toes pointed backwards for minimal wind resistance as flying figure remains aligned parallel with the ground below, and gathering clouds obscuring New moon above.
Bullet like trajectory had no curve or deviation to it; It was a simple and clear path carved straight through the sky towards their next objective. He may not have possessed a trick to reach maximum potential speed instantly, but it didn't take long to reach it through crafty impromptu method either.
----→ {Wind Surfing l D} -----► The user must first break the barrier into low pressure system allowing for smooth riding. Utilizing their perception on the wind currents the user is able to tap into a air stream while combining their tail wind to amplify the speed and distance covered by their jumps. That is the fundamentals to the trick, but the trick itself is to rush full speed using those fundamentals before tossing all momentum gained forward while keeping balance to surf the air. This is a fast moving jump which can cover a vast distance. Requirements: [Jump stat must be highest stat] +10 Speed +Expands Air Time by 1/2 of user's original Air Time [Duration: 1 Post]
Misujage
Posted: Wed Mar 27, 2019 6:23 pm
Annoyance fluttered through the young woman's form like gasoline to an ember, he wasn't giving her what she wanted immediately and seemed to be taunting her with the food, she was unappreciative of the whole ordeal whatsoever as her stomach curled tight with need. Scarlet blazed to life when the male would announce that he wasn't trying to stop justice, but apparently it mattered who she was! Wasn't it obvious? She was a hero fighting for Justice! She just couldn't do it on an empty stomach and needed the generous donations of the civilians she protected...namely food. Movement of the food caught her eye as he would wave the stick before her saying she could have it, excitement pulsed through her as she leaned forward eagerly and within moments it was gone again leaving her with open air. Anger ripped through her like a cord as he taunted her and she easily pulled back on the soft gold lock under her fingertips wrenching his neck back as she bent her head and locked lips with him before he had the chance to chomp down and would snipe the ball with some obvious skill. Pulling away in triumph as she would finally release the foreigner once she had gotten the morsel from him, she'd release his head with no clear interest in him any further before preparing to use him as a spring board and head off back into the pool of generous donaters running about.
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Posted: Thu Mar 28, 2019 6:38 am
"Boy ******** you!"
The things he could find, she could find too. The stream of air he rode upon, it was like a scroll pf parchment in the sky. Treading too close to her own. Her body spun like a top before flattening itself, winding towards the side. She drifted over ever so gently, the wind of the stream he folllowed heeded to her command, spinning. Twisting, compounding.
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The sphere she had gathered turned into a dome of oppressive force, immense and menacing, it tore through the air, riding the slip stream in reverse, and rather than pushing things away. it was drawing the air toward it, and whatever it touched would be met with an explosive burst due to consume them.
Was she trying to maim the boy? No.
Just buying herself some time.
She pushed off the wind as she tossed it, feeling herself slowing from her maximum acceleration and spinning madly toward the second hurdle. She landed backwards, treks carving into the tiled roof and sending several pieces careening for the land beneath her. People dodging while looking up to the night sky. Glaring at the green firefly, it was too dark here. Too little light, and no real cameras.
At least her mom couldn't know about this.
Almost as soon as her feet had touched the hurdle, she was back into the sky. Last one. Her entire body surrounded itself in wind ... She was smiling, glaring back at the man she raced. She could feel it, the wind was warm. Her arms spread outward, hot, it was devouring her. Again.
Flap. Her arms beat the air and she went rocketing forward, the shot gun explosion lingered like a firework. She wasn't waiting, this wasn't a fight after all. At least not the brutish type.
Mod 1: [Modification Type | Effect 01] Mod 2: [Modification Type | Effect 02] Mod 3: [Modification Type | Effect 03] Mod 4: [Modification Type | Effect 04]
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→ {28 Years Later :: Kara Zor-El l C} -------► The User compacts the wind around her into a sphere of spiraling torrents before launching it at her opponent, causing it to explode outward in the direction it is tossed, sending them spiraling. If used in conjunction with Impact Wind the air comprised of Impact Wind is instead used, causing a foe caught up in its blast to be pulled back towards the user upon this trick's activation. During this time the target is considered airborne. →{Impact Wind l C Rank} -------► By this point, the Wing Rider has control of the wind to the extent of affecting it directly at will. Through a very simple, but abrupt, body motion the user can influence the wind to the point of a very brief push. This sudden wind blast from very close quarters has a full body range, covering the user's circumference. The technique allows the user to disrupt close ranged wind efforts and halting incoming projectiles. This works by expelling the wind that is about them outwards, affecting its direction flow and amassing it briefly before the push following a strong and sudden 'flex' of the entire body. → {Crash Landed:: Clark Kent Appears l D} -------► The user summons a spiral of wind into both hands that when pushed in a direction can push them to max speed for a period of time, as long as their direct motion forward is not interrupted by friction of any sort they can maintain the speed. Sharp turns and the like would deter the speed. Alternatively the user can utilize the spirals of wind to launch someone else instead, accelerating them to max speed for a period of time under the same restrictions.
Ya boi raz
Posted: Thu Mar 28, 2019 10:11 pm
Underhanded tactics led to the theft of his last fried ball. Head yanked skyward and a pair of lips, while pleasant, were unwelcomed against his own. He was filled with shock as the morsel was literally plucked from his jaws and stolen right from his mouth.
Anger curled from his twitching brow; heavy thighs pried from around him before the body pole-vaulted from his person. Soap could have kept a mature demeanor and let it all go. He could have accepted this loss but he'd been so appalled by such rambunctious behavior that he wouldn't let it go unchecked. The sheer gall this junkie had was astounding; high or not! Soap wasn't going to arrest her, no, there was no need to blow his cover for such a petty crime, but it was because this was such a petty crime that it'd pissed him off so royally.
This was his only break, damn it!
A fist came crashing onto the table, stirring everything atop its surface as he abruptly stood, threw his money on the counter for the stand owner, and took off in a mad dash for the fleeing culprit. Eyes burning red with ferocity as his roaring treks hammered the earth with a powerful vibrational force that tore up the concrete; coughing out clouds of smoke in his wake."Grrrrrraaaaaaah! Come back here you thief and pay me for my Takoyakiiiiii!"His voice boomed like cracking thunder as he bulldozed his way carelessly through the hoards of festival goers.
Soap was a man on a mission, there was no stopping him now that they'd begun this game of cat and mouse. He could still taste the fried bits on his tongue; forgotten and forlorn!
Sliding down the streets dodging the crowd in her treks was Rozalin going from booth to booth experiencing the scene at the temple. As she slide around taking in the sites as the foreign girl giggled taking a moment to take a bite of the dango skewer in her hand that held the bags. Her free hand on her cheek as she savored the treat before spinning on her treks. It was only when her pet crow, Cherry landed on her head that she focused on the crowd a bit. Specifically a well fit bunny looking woman bounding away going to various people, followed by a man chasing after her destroying the ground as he ran after the bunny. This would cause the heiress and the crow to tilt their head at the sight. Her hand looking up at the crow who would look down at her before she reached up and pet the crows feathers, "Vell, I suppose zings vill be fixed soon. I hope. Ze have to be use to zis kind of damage right?" She quesioned watching a bit of the scene taking out her own box of Takoyaki and eat one of them with I happy smile sitting down at a bench.
"Zis is ze best right Cherry?" The pied crow would caw as she wondered what happened between the bunny and the man to make this amusing scene. Smiling more she got an idea as she tapped her cheek and giggled at the idea. "I vonder if I can pay ze band to play ze Benny Hill Zeme." She voiced to herself as she enjoyed her time, since coming to Japan she was still adjusting to the sights and was happy there was a carnivale to help her unwind. Eating another Takoyaki ball the crow would fly off exploring a bit as Rozalin savored the delicious octopus ball with a hand on her cheek and kicking her legs a bit as she watched the crowd.
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Sta drain: 25/25 Wear:0% TU: 0 ACC | 0 STR | 0 STA | 0 JMP
