【C U R S E D⦁B E G O T T E N⦁M A N I P U L A T O R】xxxxx◢ H e s r i k U r u k s a b r i l ◣xxxxx【M I Z U K A G E⦁S A G E⦁H A R V E S T E R 】
tab'Oh dear, the child speaks again.' To be rather blunt about it the child's mad rambling was beginning to grate on the former Mizukage's mind, for nothing annoyed him more than children. And that was exactly how the pitiful human acted: like a child. All it took was a wave effect to strike him, to feel that touch on his mind, and he knew that the girls' words were nothing but chest thumping posturing. For all her words of freedom and choices, of being the master of one's own fate she oppressed the wills of those around her to do her bidding. That push was different this time, for instead of fear it empowered others to action, or at least that was the impression he received. Yet no handsigns were made, nor display of action that would take its place, which left the question of just what it was she did. Perhaps it was similar to his abilities with the arcane arts, with studying that which did not belong to this world? A natural ability, but one used as a weapon. That alone made her more dangerous, and at the same time...more useful. It was at the least enough to quell the beasts within him for one damned second tabBe still. Be quiet. Learn, and let the world feed itself to the mighty. tab An adage from a world lost to this one by an author he greatly respected. Just thinking about it brought the anger, the annoyance, back under Hesrik's direct control. The girl's words didn't matter, at least, not in the way she might expect. No, it was their interference with the savage's mind and choices. There was little doubt that Baranara had deep thoughts, but he was easily swayed by the words of those who bore confidence, no matter how foolish or immediately stupid they may appear. And so it came as no surprise again when the savage fell for the deception, and fell hard. Perhaps Baranara did not remember the talk they had previously had, where the older male had bequeathed knowledge that would wound the mighty Harvester more than anything else could hope to. IT was this knowledge that now made Baranara a dangerous asset, one that had to be kept under watch, lock and key lest he betray the knowledge to readily available ears. Given the girl's aptitude for manipulation it would be a matter of minutes before Baranara would betray that knowledge for he doubted the oaf knew just how important the information of who he is and was could be. tab Once Baranara fell silent and likely the Bloodied Iron began to watch him for response, Hesrik would simply sigh. Raising one palm to his face while the other rested on his hip the future Mizukage shook his head sadly. "For all your words, Bloodied Iron, of freedom you are quite apt at taking that away," he tsked softly before snapping the finger at his hip. tab Instantly Baranara would be pressed tightly against the wall behind him, revealing thin, golden threads spread in a lattice from his head to his toes. A golden spider web that shined eerily in the firelight held him in place tightly, each forged with enough chakra that movement would be painful if pressed too strongly again. A single thread extended from the middle directly to Hesrik's finger tips where he held it lightly before dropping it to the earth. Dusting his hands off on his robes he strode forward lazily, human eyes locked upon the banana man's. "While I appreciate your foresight and thoughtfulness, Baranara, I will not believe your words until you are freed of her influence." Reaching towards the young man's head Hesrik muttered some sort of word, dark and unintelligible, before tapping his banana scented forehead just once. Immediately chakra flowed through the savage's body, fighting off the changes being elicited by the aura of command that Takira was producing. Kai, the most basic of release techniques, allowed Hesrik to insert his chakra just enough into the boy's network that he could actively work against the changes being made. This very ability is what helped him understand even better that what the Bloodied Iron did wasn't a chakra effect, but something...else. There was nothing within the male that altered his mind, not chakra, or else Hesrik would have seen and felt it. Instead there was just a compulsion. tab Lowering his hand the new shinobi looked deep into the Savages eyes and sighed again, this time with the sound of exhaustion. "You may do as you desire, Baranara, but do it by your own mind. If you doubt me, know that I do not intend to rule anyone, not the way you would expect. If it will show you my intentions than I shall give you ownership of this land, and implore you to give me charge of the trade side, where I excel. I will respect your wishes either way you choose, but know that what I have just done is free you from her mind manipulation. I have not lied to you, nor have I use abilities to alter your very mind to act more according to my will. Now, free from such control, I ask you: what will you do?" tab tab
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Techniques Used: ✤
Current Objectives: ✤ Teach the young bloodied iron that this world is no longer her's.
Items of Note: ✤ Techniques Learned: None
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[ m o o d ] Bemused x|x [ h e a l t h ] Weakened x|x [ i n j u r i e s ] None x|x [ c o n t r o l ] Established
Twas not expected. When bound by the web of sticky gold Baranara's head immediately jumped to assumptions. Was Oregano not going to agree to his deal? The concept of it failing was something he'd considered but not so wholly. Was he to die here? Before finding his fellow tribesman, before truly finding a living, just a few moments of birth by crystal and now it was being cut short. Adrenaline filled Baranara. The same adrenaline akin to Takira's a caged animals. Web, webbing, spider. Adrenaline increasing as fear seeped into his skull, the thing that resided in Oregano. The arachnid like creature with screeches of gluttony that devoured the bird being. Takira's compulsion only increased his struggles, eyes red with desperation, and as Oregano drew closer the web showed some signs of tearing as the mans body would be likely bruised he raised his head. Oregano's appreciation for his foresight falling on deaf ears.
It was then when they matched eyes, the flames of a savage cooled as the chakra flowed through his body. For the moment his body flooded with clarity. Only to be riled again. But it was this clarity that calmed him. He listened to the mans words in whole and when he was finished. His head now lowered in thought. Before a single utterance made in low tone. "No." The tears made by the mans struggle showed it was not in vain. If he so desired it seemed evident he could indeed break them with muscle alone. But it was made apparent that he would choose not to. Instead calmly but concise still partially under the effects of Takira's compulsion but only in decision making and the decision that came was based on reason for once and not instinct.
"Baranara no want to rule like that. He not even know how he take care of self, how he take care of people. He decide though, if Oragor honest man, then we both rule in own way. Me help in way me know how. Me grow food, me build, me fight, you trade food, you show what build, me fight for me. WE, lead our own way. WE, make sure no bad in land. WE no like, anothers way, WE solve problem." Baranara would then shift his gaze to Takira. Likely having choked herself out from boredom or something of the like.
"Baranara though, have request. Me know Oragor want to send lady out of land. But Baranara still want lady. Baranara take full responsibility for Lady. Me think she strong. Make good child maybe. Oragor make sure he no fall for more of lady tricks." Baranara had developed a fondness for Takira, or rather, it may have just been her essence. There was no denying that having her around though may prove a wrench in the gears of the future society but Baranara was willing to take in that she would be his responsibility and in a moment when his eyes matched Oragor's again a firmness that said even if it came down to having to kill her arose. It was likely Hesrick had his doubts but Baranara would say one more thing. "Baranara keep promise." the words implying the secret that Hesrick had shared with him without being too revealing. Still something to be said this man who'd made up his mind, it was difficult to change it, and even now while he would have still preferred his original plan he understood there were concepts beyond him that would make it difficult.
Takira Gwyndolin Hekireki ll Strategist ll Doton :: Raiton ll Former Bandit Lord :: D-Rank Artillerist ll Jiton :: Ferromagnetic
❀Takira met the maggot's words of false freedom with a look of sheer boredom that threatened to kill the poor bound bandit. It was as if this master of the chessboard had no love of thrill left in his brittle bones. In another time he might have made for a worthy adversary, someone who could prove a challenge for the bandits tactics... but his lack of real passion tainted that image. The very idea of it was enough to nauseate her. Even as golden threads appeared from nowhere and bound her young virile banana man she felt no excitement was to be found from entertaining the old mans aged philosophies. "How boring." She said in disappointment as the banana put up his feeble defense of doing nothing with her gift of encouragement. All she wanted was to have fun. Why else would someone have another tied up if not for entertainment? So wondered idly if he was going to puppet their bodies around with his binding threads. Using them as cheap labor for some carnival act. 'If would fit a ringmaster.' She thought with a smirk before her eyes began examining the area. her being willing some entertainment fill the prison of boredom the maggot was continuously forcing her into. She could have sworn he said he was gonna let her free, but there she was still in the same spot. Stomach still a mess from the poisons that were injected into that long lost chicken she nibbled on. She let out a long drawn out, very loud and pointed, yawn as her bright eyes that were so quickly fueled with fire and excitement died burnt itself out. It was a rollercoaster of emotions she was feeling inside her binds. One moment she was angry then she was bored then she was full of mirth then fueled with passion and finally she was bored again.
The battle of 'wits' had become too predictable for her to bother with anymore. Like a snake attempting to eat its own tail they kept going in circles. So she tapped out. Even as the banana valiantly shouted against the ever toxic maggot. Even as the young lad announced that he wanted to bed with the girl. Even as he went on about his promises. Nothing these two were saying could entertain her any more. "Oi shitstains keep it down for a while. I'm gonna take a nap. Wake me when you become a little more interesting." She announced in a yawn, fingers and toes stretching out before relaxing. The boredom combined with after effects of the poisons were rapidly increasing her fatigue. The voices of the banana and the maggot began to fade from her eardrums, letting the stretching on the various binds fill her mind like a poorly sung lullaby. It pulled her from her burnout instead beckoning her to return to the endless battles of her dreams. The sheer amount of reckless abandon that made up the small bandit was put on full display as her head hung forward. The stretching of her neck bind slowed to a peaceful rhythm as her mind drifted away from their embrace. She had successfully fallen asleep, while being tied up... while currently being in hostile territory... in front of said hostile. She was confident. She was cocky. She was proof of madness' being predictable. The fact that the maggot hadn't done anything to her yet, besides binding, proved he wasn't going to just off her for no reason. For whatever reason he still saw the more-than-slightly crazed woman as useful. Upon her sleeping face was a smile so smug it threatened to summon an array of knives just to be pointed at it. She was going to take advantage of her opponents supposed advantage.
However even as her body hung limp in sleep her pheromonic aura of fear had yet to unclasp itself from the maggots mind and the burning will inside the banana still urged to be let free despite chakra smothering it. Important pieces for the maggot's puzzle he had yet to solve perhaps with it still lingering he would assume she was merely faking. It wasn't long before she opened her eyes to a bloodied battlefield, the skys themselves blotted out by clouds consisting of iron flakes. She pulled her trusted blade free from a faceless corpse as the drumming of war began pounding on the bandits. A familiar sound that only graced her when she was at peace.It was a mesmerizing pounding that caused her body to go mad with withdrawals whenever it was absent from her. She was always chasing it. It constantly urged her forward. She looked down into a the pool of crimson liquid beneath her, a reflection of an aged battle worn woman stood waiting. Despite her grayed hair her eyes were still full of life as she embraced a charging peon with a flick of her wrists. Spears of iron skewered them while she slowly walked forward into an oncoming army. Her iron ever at the ready as arrows rained down from above. Mania filled her mind as the drum beats increased in volume while she increased in speed. It wasn't long before the lone woman matched the armies charge. It was a reoccurring dream she had, it ended the same every time but it never bored her. It was her goal after all. A never ending war to throw the world into chaos, to breath life into the world and chase away her boredom. Paradise.
[+57 chakra for out of combat/resting x2, +83 chakra for out of combat/sleeping.] Chakra Pool:: [275 //275] Stamina Pool:: [225 //225]
Quote " You said you would become a martyr for your ideals. In life, you must have been a pure saint. A proud and noble figure, certainly. But who can truly admire the martyr’s thorny path? Who dreams of such an ending? A king… The king must be greedier than any other. He must laugh louder and rage harder. He must exemplify the extreme of all things, good and evil. That is why his retainers envy and adore him. And why the flames of aspiration, to be as the king is, can burn within his people. Proud king of chivalry… The righteousness and ideals you bore may indeed have saved your nation once. However, I’m certain you know what became of those who were saved, but left to themselves.” :: Iskandar Takira's ThemeNieR: Gestalt - Shadowlord
Lanfaer
NecroPlant
Posted: Wed May 16, 2018 6:29 pm
⦉Power gives freedom from control and the pen of destiny to the author.⦊ ❝Power begets freedom, and I shall be the freest of them all.❞
【C U R S E D⦁B E G O T T E N⦁M A N I P U L A T O R】xxxxx◢ H e s r i k U r u k s a b r i l ◣xxxxx【M I Z U K A G E⦁S A G E⦁H A R V E S T E R 】
tabThe older shinobi was far beyond caring for the moment what the Bloodied Iron said, for he already had a plan in mind for how to handle her from this point forward. There were many options of course, many different plays, but each felt hollow in the end. She would not understand failure or loss, no matter how hard it stared her in the face. Instead, more...unusual means would be needed to deal with her, and that was something of a specialty for Hesrik. Yet Baranara for the moment proved the more necessary for attention, for to lose him to the hellion would prove a loss he could not ignore. That she could influence him so easily did not bode well for the savage's mental aptitude, yet neither could Hesrik disregard that something supernatural reached into Baranara's heart and directed it to a path that wasn't meant for its steps. tab Such notions intrigued him, and it would only be a matter of time before he figured it out. tab Listening to Baranara's intentions he had to admit that as stupid as Baranara could be there was a sort of tribal wisdom to his actions. Inherently he understood that leadership was not meant for him, not in the way the town would need to be lead. Instead he self reflected and selected the best use of his knowledge, abilities and knack for growth to the betterment of the future society as a whole. In retrospect it would seem that Hesrik had judged the boy harshly, yet the idea was firmly cast aside. There had been no assumptions, merely reaction based off of actions taken by the savage. Still, it continued to prove something that the future Mizukage wasn't quite willing to face yet: the possibility that with his knowledge and power his instincts, too, had been dulled or suppressed. It left a worry in his gut that would not soon pass. That didn't mean he ignored the possibility of course, but used the knowledge to temper his future actions. Those who repeated their mistakes, after all, were doomed to repeated failure. tab Then Baranara had to open his mouth, and speak idiocy. tab There was no reaction from the corpse-face that Hesrik showed to the world but inside anxiety wormed its way into his heart. The girl within his home would mean a greater chance for subversion, for sabotage. Without knowledge of just how her abilities worked it would mean living with a perpetual snake in the bed sheets, without a rattle or whisper to give up its location. It meant having a looming threat at every turn, with the possibility that the Bloodied Iron's abilities would be able to turn the tide against him and rule from the shadows, if not the forefront, of what was meant to be the beginning of his utopia. It was almost enough to make an old bag of bones gain yet another to its fold. tab Perish the thought. tab Still, he could not turn down the option when presented. Baranara had offered his services and to stay, and truthfully, where better to observe the natural abilities Takira bore than under his direct supervision? The idea would not leave his mind, and so it was that Hesrik turned and strode towards the girl, letting the chakra that filled his strings fall to the ground once more. Reaching the slumbering girl he crouched beside her and looked every bit the carrion bird with his strange, cultist garb and the corpse gaze that he graced her with. Even as she slumbered he observed her, back to Baranara, hiding the single thread that wormed its way out of his pores and into the air above the girl. Slowly his eyes scanned her, taking in her garb, her tools, and her weaponry. Nothing, as he had left it, yet a familiarity played itself back through his mind. Before it could completely form the single thread slid forward and into the girl's throat through a single pore. So thin was the psychotic parasite that there would be nothing but a tickle at best before it was gone, slithering its way down as commanded into her chest cavity. Even now he could hear it whispering, giggling to itself as it took up its guard around her heart, ready to listen as they all did to his command when the time was right. tab Standing as he heard it settle into place he looked down at her and acted as if he was considering Baranara's words. At last he nodded, and gestured towards her. "Fine," he whispered, his voice carrying in the small confines of the cave. "Take her and release her, or not, as you desire. She is in your charge. If she takes a life, Baranara, know that I will hold you responsible." Not a thread, not heated, but a calm promise all the same. One that was more show than anything, for it was the boy's last words that finally convinced him that the savage could, for the moment, be trusted. He understood that the information Hesrik had entrusted him was important, and that he was willing to keep it hidden. That was enough...for now. Turning he moved towards the outside where he had stashed his gear, leaving the two alone, though the instant he was outside he gestured at the door and whispered a single word, readying a webbing in case it was necessary, but otherwise leaving the other two alone as he sat at the edge of the pit and took out his journal to begin his work.
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Techniques Used: ✤
Current Objectives: ✤ Teach the young bloodied iron that this world is no longer her's.
Items of Note: ✤ Techniques Learned: None
magcookie
NecroPlant
[ e x p ] 0000 x|x [ r y o ] 0000 x|x [ c h a k r a ] 450 / 450 x|x [ s t a m i n a ] 125 / 125
[ m o o d ] Bemused x|x [ h e a l t h ] Weakened x|x [ i n j u r i e s ] None x|x [ c o n t r o l ] Established
Baranara gave Oragor a nod of affirmation. Good, was what came to mind before he heard his child's whispers. Baranara would then look at Oragor and smile with his arms crossed. A wave of something seemed to have left him. In short Baranara now knew that Hesrick's trust was not ill guided. Honestly it was different from the usual things his child spoke but perhaps it was simply because he was such a good father when it came to scolding it. However, as he looked to Takira there came a grimace of seriousness whilst Hesrick probed her. Natah, blood thirsty. Despite this it seemed he was not surprised by this revelation. Instead he would reach into his bag and remove a scroll and in the time Hesrick would scan her he to would scan the scroll. His next step would require as such. [Vengeant Thorn 1/1]
As Hesrick departed to leave the two be, Baranara having collected himself additionally decided to produce a patch of vegetation. As instructed by what he had read he placed his hands upon the ground and within but a brief moment a stalk of bamboo rose from the dirt. Grabbing it, the vegetation uprooted. Baranara nodded in satisfaction, perhaps now he was ready. It is said that the best was to learn in by doing and such would be the case for what he had in store next. [Sudden growth 1/1]
Then...unhesitatingly Baranara delivered a hearty kick to the bound Takira's side. A blow that would certainly wake someone up but not leave lasting injury. "Get up." Takira whom was still bound would then hear for the moment. "We fight, or will you run like coward?" In a display befitting of his heritage Baranara held the new bamboo shaft he'd grown as a soldier would a spear a twirl to re-accustom himself before a single thrust in reminder of his prowess. "Baranara think you strong, prove, no tricks, if no, he ravage you." [Improvised Wep D 1/1] The term ravage carrying with in unintended implications. The man would then remove his hunting knife of boar bone. Shaving the end off the bamboo shaft to a crude point, but in his hands that would be all that was necessary.
Thusly in this this moment Baranara in one swift motion would sever Takira's binds. Baranara made his intentions clear to both her, and to Hesrick without words. If Takira was weak and it was all just a barking dog whom had not bite then the infatuation Baranara had developed with her would mean nothing and if she had such the craving to command an army of destruction led by her hand then let it be shown that she herself was even worthy to do such. Even should she be at the brink of death, if her will was unphased, that would be enough. If he had learned much from the tribe mentality, those who are bloodthirsty can only be humbled if there is another whom is capable of spilling their blood. "NOW PROVE SELF OR IS TRIBE STORM BEAR ALL LOUD WEAKLING!" A shoot at not Takira herself but the group she ran with. This was to test, to see if a fire lit in her eyes, a fire that would only be lit if she regarded these Storm Bears as he once did his tribe.
Truly a fool to heart, Baranara with the belief Hesrick would kill Takira if she somehow got the best of him after his intense exclamation and nary giving the formerly bound Takira a moment to rationalize a thrust of the bamboo spear he'd just made was directed towards the very side he had just earlier kicked. His eyes not just on Takira but the exit behind her. If she chose to run. She would loose all semblance of respect from this man. That is assuming she wanted his respect at all.
X PEE PEE? : 500/500 Chakra: 130/140 Stamina: 320/325
Techs Used: Sudden Growth C 20-10 From "I Do Plant Good"= 10 Formless Improvised Wep D: Makeshift Bamboo Spear - 5 from "I Do Plant Good" = 5 Stam
Lanfaer
magcookie
Posted: Fri May 18, 2018 5:03 pm
Takira Gwyndolin Hekireki ll Strategist ll Doton :: Raiton ll Former Bandit Lord :: D-Rank Artillerist ll Jiton :: Ferromagnetic
❀As Takira slew countless faceless foes the drumming grew louder and louder. Each taken life sent waves of pleasure through her spine thanks to the euphoria the drumming gave the aged bandit. It kept her moving forward while her body went wild with bloodlust. Iron rained down around her, spray gore with every fluid motion it took. Her face was a mask of mania with a healthy makeup of thick reds. As a new wave began charging at the lone heroine her wicked smile blossomed as wide as it could go before she jumped forward, trusty blade ready to pierce through her first of many victims. Just as the blade got inches from the faceless being... a sharp sudden jolt of pain rattled her subconscious letting it fall away to a adrenaline fueled consciousness. Crimson eyes shot open without an ounce of weariness as they darted around her surroundings before settling on the lone banana remaining in the cave. For whatever reason the worm had given up it would have seemed. Her mood soured quickly as pain pulsed from her side, agitating still very much weakened stomach. Her brow furrowed in anger as her hands lashed out only to tighten the bind around her throat. She bared her teeth in a scowl as the banana accused her of being a coward. She couldn't handle how stupid this one man could be. The one who laughed in the face of death, egged on her captor who always seemed ready to just cut her throat, was the coward. Not the skin and bones that deemed she needed some sort of trial. He waved around his poor excuse for a d**k substitute before cutting her free from the obtuse webbing of the worm.
As she caught her body from turning into a messy pile on the ground her wildfire of a gaze stayed on the banana at all time. She sighed as the fire of being rudely awoken fizzled off of her back, her burning eyes smoldering out. Or they were before the shouting idiot decided to poke the very pissed off bear. For an instant, one so quick you'd miss it if you blinked, the fire consumed her iris but once that instant was over they were empty. Two men in one day had managed to do what people seldom ever dared to do at all, truly upset the bandit. Takira welcomed insults being thrown her way it gave her a sick joy knowing people hated her to the core, but no one was allowed to insult her family. The Storm Bears were all Takira's children in a sense. Every single one of the morons was something she cared for, they were one of her precious treasures. With her believing them to all be long gone no single insult was going to go unpunished. Her children were likely dead and she was not a happy papa bear. Malice began tainting her chakra, turning the ever flowing pheromone around her body sour in the process. She slowly raised her body from the crouched landing position. Her eyes closed as she took a slow calculated breath. As she released it the usually bright red eyes were now completely dull. A red that matched a trampled rose. The worm was lucky when he triggered the bandits malice, she was bound the entire time. "For someone who considered themselves ever so noble and brave. You sure do do such petty cowardly things. Forcing an unarmed, poisoned, woman into a fight." She said quietly, in an almost monotone voice. Almost being the key word. At the very edges of her voice were hints of hatred attempting to devour her sudden peace. She slowly took steps towards the armed man, no hint of aggression in her muscles as she neared him. "Someone as noble as a man attempting to save his tribe would test someone on even ground. I'd be more than willing to do your pathetic little bout back at the giant skull. Such a wide open and yet surrounded position is more suited for trials of combat." She stopped in place as her malice eyes stared into the banana's prideful pair. It took everything in her body to prevent her from attempting to tear this boy's throat out with her teeth. Ever fiber in her body wanted nothing more than to bath in his blood but her brain knew better, the lump of gray matter was all that could stop her. "Surely you aren't afraid of a fair fight like that sack of worms?" Chakra Pool:: [275 //275] Stamina Pool:: [225 //225]
Quote " You said you would become a martyr for your ideals. In life, you must have been a pure saint. A proud and noble figure, certainly. But who can truly admire the martyr’s thorny path? Who dreams of such an ending? A king… The king must be greedier than any other. He must laugh louder and rage harder. He must exemplify the extreme of all things, good and evil. That is why his retainers envy and adore him. And why the flames of aspiration, to be as the king is, can burn within his people. Proud king of chivalry… The righteousness and ideals you bore may indeed have saved your nation once. However, I’m certain you know what became of those who were saved, but left to themselves.” :: Iskandar Takira's ThemeNieR: Gestalt - Shadowlord
"Nobah? Brave. Fair." The words came out of the mans mouth like someone would exhale a spicy pepper or hot dish. If he were a lawful type,one who dabbled in rules, perhaps he would have truly considered it. However, he was a man of ritual, a man of rights, and the defining thing about him tribal in nature. There would be no chivalry here, there would only be natural selection. Baranara's eyes unphased. "WORDS." Baranara would then flip the spears head to its blunt end. An easily telegraphed forward thrust its main intention was to force Takira to move back, if not it would hit squarely the girls abdomen. Making clear that he would not let up to persuasions. A primitive mind made up was as tight as a steel trap. "You think world going play fair, me laugh." and if she were so foolish enough to grab it he'd ready the second upon his back.
"World never fair, everyone in tribe know, you choose fight, or choose not fight. You die, nobody fault but own for be weak, and me no fool enough to believe someone who say they conquer heavens is no arms." Takira's words that brimmed with a presence of power earlier were now working against her. So far her threats remained empty but the tribesman was real with his. In his tribe you chose to be a farmer or a warrior, the farmer was not looked down upon for choosing his path if he decided to flee from battle but the path that Takira had shown to have taken was the warrior...and warriors must prove themselves worthy of the path or they die on its lonely road. A true warrior would learn in the thick of the fight. But if Takira needed a moment, he would provide this. His intentions were fierce but his blows were not unrelenting. Almost as if he were holding back somewhat.
Its true the cave was definitely a place a distanced fighter would have difficulty in, and the pit would certainly be a much better place for a combat to take place. However, these narrow halls surrounded by earth was advantageous for the tribesman whom used pole arms. This never really factored into why he refused Takira's offer this was merely his headstrong attitude. Then Baranara made a statement that seemed entirely out of the blue and directed toward the girl. "IS LADY NOT LONELY!" Said as he firmly planted his feet on the ground breathing in anticipation of what was to follow eyes fixated on the woman.
Loneliness. Despair. This is what drove Baranara to a degree to stop trying to survive on his own and agree to forming a community with Hesrick. Clinging to the hope your tribe was still alive rather than the despair that they were long gone. It was a silly thought, a thought that likely only someone as dumb as Baranara would think of. It was more than just her claims of strength, but Baranara may have wanted something more akin to a familial bond with Takira. A familial bond not unlike a tribe as she so closely reminded him somewhat of his own. If she didn't want to be ruled by Hesrick, then fine, he would be the one to rule. Not with iron clad fist of authority but with sweat, unity, and passion...Ah, but really, maybe just a bit, there was an instinctive desire to be around a woman. As...er Hesrick, as he may be able to pull off feminine if he desired was well, for lack of a better term, Gross. Additionally also for lack of a better term the man hadn't seen a pair of knockers in the last what, some hundred years.
X PEE PEE? : 500/500 Chakra: 135/140 Stamina: 320/325
Techs Used:
Lanfaer
magcookie
Posted: Fri May 18, 2018 7:19 pm
Takira Gwyndolin Hekireki ll Strategist ll Doton :: Raiton ll Former Bandit Lord :: D-Rank Artillerist ll Jiton :: Ferromagnetic
❀The blow landed cleanly on its target, the blunt wood digging into her stomach proving able to make her slide back a hair. A huff of air escaped her lips as the aura of malice grew heavier on her shoulders. There were many thoughts jumbled up in her mind, each one vying for dominion as her brain struggled to hold her reins. The abyss in her eyes deepened as she stayed in Baranara's staring contest. The longer he stayed in her presence the lower her opinion of him dropped. It wasn't because he said the wrong things but rather because he said the right things. Whether he saw through her plans to return to her iron or whether he was just a brash invilid he brought up the one law that mattered. Survival of the fittest, the law of the wilds. It was a shame that someone so close to understanding the world was being weighed down by whatever ideas were wormed into the banana's ears. If they had met without a third party around it might have been a pleasant time. A night to chase a way stress, one with a built in air freshener. With that passing dream a sober frown formed onto her lips as she shook her head resigning her fate. "Death it is." She said softly in a tone not that unlike a mother's disappointment. With a shrug of her shoulders she began shifting her black coat off of her sender arms exposing her rather thin tank top to the world, the last defense between the savage and her tater tots. Resting it over her shoulder as she began bundling her hair up under her hat, hiding away the silky strands.
She held up her hand signalling she was going to need a few more moments. With a phoned in fake scowl she dug her finger deep into her mouth, irritating her uvula just enough to get the intended effect. Thanks to her hair being up she had no reason to worry about the vomit being sprayed from her mouth getting stuck like some drunk. While most of the poison was already coursing through her body she at least had to attempt to prevent any sudden waves of it during the encounter throwing her more off balance. She wiped her lips off with her arm, cold eyes returning to the banana. The restraints on her body began snapping one by one as she kept having to look at such a pathetic creature. "Boy. You keep speaking of this tribe as if it still lives. If this is something you truly believe I pity you. Open yer eyes child. That tribe, my bandits, and anyone we ever cared about? Long gone. Dead. I don't know about you but that pisses me off beyond belief. I'll strangle the life out of whoever took my possessions from me. Its a shame, you could have done the same. If you just would have seen the poison of the worms bag's words." She said without her calmed filter, these lines were unleashed with the entirety of the malice she was feeling for the boy. Even if she died without answers in some dusty cave because she made a rooky mistake of not making an animal eat before her... at least she was gonna go out how she came in. Pissed. As her words sunk in she tossed the large black coat in front of her, her small body ducking low as she dove to the right using the trench coat as cover. She had nothing to use but her fists and the cliff behind the banana. The second she neared the boy a faint tingle struck her magnetic field. Somewhere outside of the deep cave layed iron, where outside of it was hard to read with how weak of a response she got. Pushing away the thoughts she readied her small frame she would let her left foot slide in front of her to mislead her position. She did this while her body curled itself as small as she could like a spring waiting to unleash. If all things went her way she would spring upwards and knock some sense into the banana's banana nuts. Chakra Pool:: [275 //275] Stamina Pool:: [225 //225]
Quote " You said you would become a martyr for your ideals. In life, you must have been a pure saint. A proud and noble figure, certainly. But who can truly admire the martyr’s thorny path? Who dreams of such an ending? A king… The king must be greedier than any other. He must laugh louder and rage harder. He must exemplify the extreme of all things, good and evil. That is why his retainers envy and adore him. And why the flames of aspiration, to be as the king is, can burn within his people. Proud king of chivalry… The righteousness and ideals you bore may indeed have saved your nation once. However, I’m certain you know what became of those who were saved, but left to themselves.” :: Iskandar Takira's ThemeNieR: Gestalt - Shadowlord
The words the woman spoke sat ill with Baranara, open his eyes, they were open. Open enough to know that even in darkness a light can glimmer. That to say all is lost is the same as saying there is no hope. "HOW! YOU SAY LIKE YOU KNOW FOR SURE!" Planting his 'spear' in the ground firmly. He'd clap his hands and open his eyes wide. He'd then slam both open palmed unto the ground. In tandem with each statement the man said a large thorn jutting ten feet high would rise from the ground each near scraping the top of the cave. They're births were slow, opening two ways of movement forward or backward. "YOU THINK YOUR TRIBE SO WEAK TO NOT SURVIVE" The first thorn rose fully if she hadn't moved quick enough either forward or backward it would jut up in a manner that would pierce the fabric just between her breasts although its intent was to do more than that if she hadn't moved at all. "YOU BEING ALL RAGE BUT ME KNOW YOU REALLY SAD!" The second thorn rose fully with the intent to shoot through a leg if Takira had opted to proceed forward or stay still. If retreating it would have risen in a manner to prevent escape.
Then standing he'd removed his planted spear and take a defensive stance for whatever was being plotted next. "YOU SAY ALL FROM OUR PAST GONE, BUT WE FROM THE PAST STANDING RIGHT HERE RIGHT NOW ALIVE!" she would not derail the mans hope and he would attempt to penetrate her negativity. It was true the world was in shambles, it was true that any tribes or people from then being alive was unlikely, but Baranara himself, and others. They were evidence in of itself that no matter how slim the chance there was a possibility. A fools hopes and dreams but a passionate one. "YOU WANT TAKE BACK WHAT BEEN TAKE! THEN YOU CAN NO DIE HERE!" A reminder to Takira that if she meant what she said then she couldn't die here. Despite this being in the opposite of Baranara's favor to remind her of but of course she likely already knew this.
{Offen}Vengeant Thorn D: Speed: E Strength: C {Offen}Vengeant Thorn D: Speed: E Strength: C {Supp}Improve Wep D: Defensive Stance
X PEE PEE? : 500/500 Chakra: 125/140 Stamina: 320/325
Techs Used:
Lanfaer
magcookie
Posted: Fri May 18, 2018 8:30 pm
Takira Gwyndolin Hekireki ll Strategist ll Doton :: Raiton ll Former Bandit Lord :: D-Rank Artillerist ll Jiton :: Ferromagnetic
❀The loud words of Baranara began fading from her ears as the man continued to use the fact that he had all and she had nothing to wise control. A sharp vine crept up her chest, thorn tearing the flimsy fabric of her top and opening a gash down the center of her chest. While he continued to yell at the top of his lungs the words couldn't reach her anymore, the drumbeat of her heart began flooding her senses as the drums of war quietly rose from the background. Her spine began to tingle as pressure rose beneath her foot, the ground shifting and bursting with yet another set of vines. Without her iron boots she was more than keen to the movement of the soil beneath her allowing her bare feet to rush her toes to the up and to the side to avoid being locked in place by plant matter. However the hole in the center of her foot was clearly proof that it wasn't obvious enough to completely dodge. As the coat hit the ground the empty gaze of Takira returned to the banana. She made no attempts to give her burning wounds rest. Her vision was blurry the sudden motions she made didn't sit well with the concoction of poison flowing through her body. Her limbs felt like they belong to another person the more she attempted to move. Her stomach was in knots. Despite the disconnect from her brain and body she powered on. Digging crimson toes into the ground she spun her body in place, looking her uninjured left leg outwards in an attempt to deliver a hooking blow to his side. Chakra Pool:: [275 //275] Stamina Pool:: [225 //225]
Quote " You said you would become a martyr for your ideals. In life, you must have been a pure saint. A proud and noble figure, certainly. But who can truly admire the martyr’s thorny path? Who dreams of such an ending? A king… The king must be greedier than any other. He must laugh louder and rage harder. He must exemplify the extreme of all things, good and evil. That is why his retainers envy and adore him. And why the flames of aspiration, to be as the king is, can burn within his people. Proud king of chivalry… The righteousness and ideals you bore may indeed have saved your nation once. However, I’m certain you know what became of those who were saved, but left to themselves.” :: Iskandar Takira's ThemeNieR: Gestalt - Shadowlord
Baranara's defensive stance intercepted the kick. Raising the width of the spear to intercept the kick. A kick that was desperately made. He could tell. There was no longer any words he had to give her he'd merely see it in her intentions, in her face, she pitied him but he could only pity her. The girl was like an animal, void of reason, void of feeling. Odds against her and she still found the ability to move. Baranara would recall the dream in which she had, a dream in which for some reason he saw. She who held an army, she who had what seemed to be everything, and here with gritted teeth she had nothing...and yet there seemed to be no trace of humility despite these odds.
The spear would move in a semi-circle using the momentum from the side kick to cause a slip in footing on the bad leg if it was not firmly planted using Takira's own momentum against her for what followed. A low side sweep with the intent to knock her down. Had it succeeded he'd place a honkin foot on her chest to keep her down and placing a heavy burden on her lungs. If it failed he'd impart some additional distance between them. "You pity, Baranara, Baranara pity you. Gwynndo, open her eyes, she have no people, she have nothing, but Baranara, he have hope, and even if tribe dead, THEY LIVE ON IN HEART."
Had Baranara's assault gone on without a fluke Takira's body would be parallel side of the pit for a long way down with Baranara now having his back towards the caverns exit. They were both precariously close to the edge with Takira more so. Opening more possible options. "You want get revenge, swallow pride, live until find answer, there problem you take up with me. I SOLVE." Something flared in the Banana man and for just a speck of a moment his stupid was replaced with a commanding presence. Like two opposing chiefs, where in one was calling the others plans and ways of life stupid, but rather than getting beat to s**t by the head chief he beat the s**t out of the opposing to prove his point. Assuming Takira even had any semblance of comprehension at this point.
X PEE PEE? : 500/500 Chakra: 125/140 Stamina: 320/325
Techs Used:
Lanfaer
magcookie
Posted: Sat May 19, 2018 10:37 am
Takira Gwyndolin Hekireki ll Strategist ll Doton :: Raiton ll Former Bandit Lord :: D-Rank Artillerist ll Jiton :: Ferromagnetic
❀Throughout the whole whirlwind of limbs and wooden polearms being tangled around each other Takira gave little resistance to the banana mans forceful actions. Her reaction times were sorely lacking for a good number of reasons and as her back hit the ground she had mostly given up in her assault. She had lived a long fulfilled life, as long as she went out in combat she would have been satisfied. While she waited for the polearm or vines to continue their assault she was brought back to reality. Not though words or anything as flimsy as the power of friendship, but through pain. Sheer unwelcome pain. The banana brute had pinned her to the ground using his foot. His foot was located on her chest. Her chest currently had a large bleeding gash. Malice gave way to the more primal part of her brain that couldn't ignore it any longer. The more his foot pressed the wound the less her petty emotions mattered. Her dull far off eyes sparked back to the present. As the wind from the canyon beyond the caves entrance flicked across her bare skin she felt a familiar pulling. Iron was attempting to resonate with her magnetic field again, this time it was stronger but not strong enough.
Her pull wasn't strong enough to do anything put make the metal lift slightly at the current range, gravity was beating it out. 'Bellow.' She all the thoughts she gave to it, burning pained eyes staring up at the brute pinning her. He was currently shouting some heartfelt speech about his tribe living on in him. Her brows furrowed as she remembered how simple the man was. He continued o to spout some nonsense of leaning on him. "If you wanted to be comrades it would have been a smarter thing not to make me despise yer entire existence. The moment you sided with the worm bag and decided you would consider chaining yerself to civilization marked you as an enemy. I for one don't plan on ever relying on the words of some sheep who willingly pulls their wool over their eyes for safety." She spat out, quiet literally on his shin, as the pained eyes gave way to a fire of hatred. It wasn't complete malice anymore, not while pain filled her chest at least. There was a hint of something else merging with the flames something softer and more somber in nature. She hated the way the man kept talking about families. With that she cocked her arm back and punched at the banana's ankle. If the blow connected and it gave way at all she would roll off the cave lip into the canyon bellow, if he lifted his leg to dodge the telegraphed strike she'd do the same, if he let it hit and remained steadfast she'd just continue hitting the same spot until an opening formed or her arm was taken out. Chakra Pool:: [275 //275] Stamina Pool:: [225 //225]
Quote " You said you would become a martyr for your ideals. In life, you must have been a pure saint. A proud and noble figure, certainly. But who can truly admire the martyr’s thorny path? Who dreams of such an ending? A king… The king must be greedier than any other. He must laugh louder and rage harder. He must exemplify the extreme of all things, good and evil. That is why his retainers envy and adore him. And why the flames of aspiration, to be as the king is, can burn within his people. Proud king of chivalry… The righteousness and ideals you bore may indeed have saved your nation once. However, I’m certain you know what became of those who were saved, but left to themselves.” :: Iskandar Takira's ThemeNieR: Gestalt - Shadowlord
Baranara closed his eyes. Takira's blows continued to land. Over and over again. Oh yes, it hurt, it hurt quite a bit. Loin clothed man would exhale through his nostrils with each hit but he would remain unmoving like a tree until Takira broke skin and a bruise became blood. His mixed with hers and somehow he still remained steadfast. He was thinking, recalling everything Takira had said. What was he not understanding. Why did she not understand? He knew he was inarticulate with words of the persuasive variety. Words of the heart. He could easily end this now. But the good in him found it difficult to take life that lacked the use of being food or warmth. The woman had only demonstrated her atrocity but yet hadn't committed any sort of a sin worthy of death in front of the tanned mans own eyes.
If there was a semblance of hope that she could see an ally in him why could she not see an ally Oragor...ah, then again if Baranara were to assume. Stripping, poisoning, and raving the girl likely left...a bad impression...er perhaps worse than bad. Perhaps abysmal. What was it that he had, that he knew, they neither seemed to not or had a lack thereof. As the hits continued like flashes of light jogging a memory. Little by little he'd recall, his tribe, a family, a brother, good times, bad times, and finally a collection of smiles among what he could only assume to be his family at that time.
Baranara would then recall what Takira had said, being locked away in a bar. Shut away. Her mother considering her a shame while he could only have a flash of his mother calling him her pride. Freedom, safety, both could be found in one emotion. The love and trust of others. He opened his eyes, and looked down, his ankle and shin looking like a red and blue tree trunk at this point. The whole thought process coming off as incredibly cliche if not disgustingly so. But such simple minded thinking was natural for the man.
"Me want know, Gywn, you lead, but did any love Gwyn? Not just for bed! CIVILIZATION! FREEDOM! BARANARA NO CARE ABOUT ANY OF THAT! BARANARA JUST WANT TO LOVE PEOPLE HE THINK IMPORTANT TO HIM! HE LOVE TRIBE! HE WANT LOVE BOTH GWYN AND ORAGOR WHY CAN THEY NO GET ALONG!" What really made the two of them so different. He didn't know. His passion filled yelling loud enough for even Oragor to hear in the recesses of the cave had he stuck around, and loud enough to penetrate what sort of combat daze Takira may have been in albeit probably very annoyingly and more painful as his foot increased its pressure only to cause pain in Baranara himself. Oragor the Manipulator, Takira the Tyrant, and Baranara the Passionate but Stupid. Would his words be enough to bind an otherwise unlikely trio. Was there a way for them to all mutually benifit. If Takira didn't want to live under Oragor was there a compromise to be found. If Takira had her own Nation would there be a moments consideration the they'd be allies, or would there be under no uncertain terms an animosity of such differing ideals there could only be war between them...and if the second were the only case, there would be no further prolonging what he HAD to do.
X PEE PEE? : 500/500 Chakra: 130/140 Stamina: 320/325
Techs Used:
Lanfaer
magcookie
Posted: Sun May 20, 2018 9:45 pm
Takira Gwyndolin Hekireki ll Strategist ll Doton :: Raiton ll Former Bandit Lord :: D-Rank Artillerist ll Jiton :: Ferromagnetic
❀Takira gritted her teeth as her fist kept cracking against the boys ankle, while his wounds were slowly building up so were the bandits. Her knuckles were a mosaic of blacks blues and dripping reds. It was cathartic to have a foe that wouldn't just bow to her every whim. She had ruled over the lower section of Lightning for so long that her name had grown too big. No longer did people fighter because she was a target. No they did their best to stay out of her way, her foes had fallen into a subservient mindset. But here and now it was just two idiots fighting for no reason. It was only thanks to all of power being taken away from her with her age that this was possible. She was given a chance to enjoy life again, it was now that she could hear those drums of war outside of her dreams again. The chimera mother she forced to give birth didn't give her a fight, her newly born children-things didn't give her a fight, not even the wormbag could give her one when he had her right where he wanted her. In one sense she was thankful for the banana brute for getting her so close to death for the first time since she was rookie bandit. Her body was exhausted and crippled with pain both inside and out yet she continued to chase her high. She only stopped her assault when the drumming was chased off. The child standing over her was yelling loud enough to drown out her imaginary sound. The manic grin that had crept onto her face while she attempted to shatter his ankle and her knuckles was pushed back, he was taking the fun out of it.
She stared flatly at the boy above her, snarling each time his foot adjusted over her chest. Each centimeter moved causing the gash to burn harshly. She let the boys words rattle around in her head, doing her best not to snap back and call him an idiot. That clearly wasn't working. She needed to pretend to be on his level if she was going to enjoy this fight against someone physically stronger. So she let his words enter her brain, let his earlier words seep in instead of quickly spitting out a quip. "Kid. I'm telling you this once, and only once, never speak of my family again. Yer allowed to say anything you want about me. But that group of outcasts and degenerates are mine. Only I'm allowed to speak of them in such familial terms!" She growled, malice seeping into her words as she had to listen to someone badmouth them again. Only those who wanted to stay with the Storm bears stayed, her family was allowed to come and go as they pleased because no matter where they went they were still hers. To insinuate that she ruled them by pinning them down through fear was unforgivable. "My love, as you put it, is not needed on the wanted. Saftey is wanted, this Oragor fellow is wanted. You are wanted. What you folks need is something that makes that want exist. Hatred."
As she stared up into the banana's eyes her burning red eyes filled with an emotion she generally embodied, avarice. "Don't forget kiddo. Everyone is mine; however I do not love all of my possessions. I love the outcasts! The thrown away! Those without a use in this utopia that bag of worms spoke of! I'm the villain in his story, thats what he wanted and thats what he will get down the line. But what is a villain but a hero with differing goals? This is the answer to yer question kid! LISTEN WELL! Why can't I get along with Oragor? Because thats not whats needed in my world. Conflicts exists to drive my world back to its greatness. Having everything given to them on a silver platter would be sickening. They would be WEAK!" She said plainly, as if everything she was saying was an obvious fact. In many ways she was similar to Oragor they just existed as differing sides of a coin. They were destined to remain that way as it was the natural law of the universe. One man with a boner for friendship wasn't going to cure that over the course of a bloody brawl. "He loves the peace, he loves order, he loves 'heroes', and he loves those who fall under the definition of 'good'. You love the little man, you love the soul, and you love getting along... THIS MAKES YOU ALL WEAK WILLED, WILLING TO LET LIFE COME AS IT MAY." She started as her bloodied fist suddenly gripped into a fist while her healthier hang reached out over the side of the caves lip entrance above the canyon, "I LOVE THE CHAOS! THE VIOLENT! DEATH! I will never exist to further anyone's plans but my own! I WILL TAKE BACK CONTROL. I WILL SPIT IN THE FACE OF ANYONE WHO THINKS THEY CAN DECIDE MY FATE, A GOD OR NOT." Shouted her last statement just as loud as the banana had yelled in the cave. This was done for three simple reasons.
The first to drill into Baranara's head that she would never care for the wormbag he spoke of. The second was to make any ease droppers understand on no uncertain terms that she was no ones puppet. And third was to distract the banana from her increasing surging of chakra. As her echoing voice faded the manic grin from earlier spread out on her lips, a faint drumming sounding just off in the distance of her mind as her free hand gripped onto a sudden arrival. A boot, floatting in the air as if gravity didn't exist. Her strong hand gripped onto the metal frame of the boot's toes and would attempt to make use of her distraction of a speech to collide the heavy iron into the boys already damaged ankle. This would undoubtedly force the boy to notice that it wasn't a single item she forced into the situation but three. Her boots and her blade. The second boot, having looped onto her un bound foot. The Katana that just floated in the air waiting to be used. "One way of another you will take back those words. You will regret using my family of dumbasses as yer tool. You will find that Takira Gwyndolin Hekireki was feared for a reason." She growled out like an angry bear, either still pinned or now crouched on the lip of the cavern. The amount of chakra it took to force her magnetic prowess to spike was enough to let her know the poison was going to make her intricate control weak. She could have easily sent the blade into the boys side and been done with it but she could have easily missed without wasting her chakra. Chakra she was going to need to recover safely. The Bloodied Iron was not giving up.
[-40 Chakra to increase magnetic strength for a post] Chakra Pool:: [235 //275] Stamina Pool:: [225 //225]
Quote " You said you would become a martyr for your ideals. In life, you must have been a pure saint. A proud and noble figure, certainly. But who can truly admire the martyr’s thorny path? Who dreams of such an ending? A king… The king must be greedier than any other. He must laugh louder and rage harder. He must exemplify the extreme of all things, good and evil. That is why his retainers envy and adore him. And why the flames of aspiration, to be as the king is, can burn within his people. Proud king of chivalry… The righteousness and ideals you bore may indeed have saved your nation once. However, I’m certain you know what became of those who were saved, but left to themselves.” :: Iskandar Takira's ThemeNieR: Gestalt - Shadowlord
He hadn't a choice. His injury only suppressed by endorphins he'd have to move his weight off Takira less he wanted to walk with more than a limp. Suffice to say he'd be having trouble walking already. With Takira's attempt to shatter his ankles very bones with the brute force of iron he had to instinctively withdraw knowing it was not a blow his flash and bone could ednure. The bad ankle moving back for a painful support. Both him and Takira crippled to a degree. Takira's words they did drill themselves into Baranara's head. She would not be friends with Oragor and to a further extent something else. What came out of the mans mouth was laden with purity. "Me understand now!" said in a manner in which it seemed Takira had finally penetrated the thickness of his skull.
"LADY GWYNN NOT NO WHAT LOVE IS!" Aaaaaaaaand nope. Still as thick as pudding. The very idea of someone loving things such as violence, chaos, and death made little to no sense to him, that there must be something amiss. What Gwynn was up against was a man who did not fear her. Because he had no memories of which he should fear her. Her name, did not resonate with the tribesman, a tribe that secluded itself had no need for names, titles such as Oragor's secret meant nothing to him. In Baranara's eyes all he saw were people not their status. The man readied himself bamboo spear in hand it was as though he was giving Takira the time to situate herself, something he may regret. But he seemed to be preparing something. He was spinning the spear in his hand and by the looks of the technique in which he was doing so it was as if looking into the beginnings of fans rotation. All whilst he spoke with a firmly planted resolve. [1/1] "Lady Gwyn, Baranara wonders, with all she say, with want to be fear, with want to keep people away, MAYBE LADY TAKI GWNYDO HEKI NOT EVEN LOVE SELF!"
He looked down after those words before he would say to himself just loud enough for Takira to hear if she even cared at this point what he was blathering about. "Baranara take back everything he say about tribe Bear Storm maybe being weak.." He'd raise his head as his eyes filled with golden hues and stalwart defiance towards Takira's way of life, as he had decided that it was said way of life that despite her claims of freedom only proved to hurt her. The wounds he had given her as evidence of that. She was nothing more that a self-destructive child who through her claimed years of experience never truly grew up. "BECAUSE ONLY WEAK ONE, I SEE IS IN FRONT OF BARANARA!" He'd call out the Iron Bandit to insight her anger. Baranara lacked any other angles in which to approach, his only ability would be to force Takira into self-reflection of how and why she was who she was now. She claimed to be entitled to everything and while she herself deluded herself to believe that as true, in Baranara's eyes the one thing she did not seem to own was herself. Whatever came of this bout one this was for certain. Baranara was intent on quenching Takira's bloodlust and in turn fulfilling his promise to ravage her WITH HIS LOVE. His spear now spinning at a rate where the cave would begin to whistle.
Power →☆☆☆☆ [4.5] {+1 Style} Agility →☆☆☆ [3.5] Intelligence →☆☆ [2] Chakra →☆☆☆☆☆ [5] {Ninjutsu Gains .5 Modifier In Speed or Strength} {+1 Nin Slot} {+15 Chakra}
• Turgid Foliage| Plants become a lot sturdier in Baranara's possession, the reason is unknown to him. The use of large leafs may be substituted for fans for determining offensive capabilities and stalks of bamboo can fill in as a pole arms or staffs. A large leafs durability is treated as [10] while a shaft is treated as [20]. • I Do Plant Good | Plant related techniques or techniques that utilize a plants in combat have their costs reduced a stage. In exchange any techniques that do not utilize plant life have their costs increased a stage.
Spiral Field: B : Complex : -10 Chakra, -10 Stamina
Details: Character: Baranara Nanabara Talent Name: Spiral Field / Spiral Shot Rank: [X/D] Association: Soldier Duration // Upkeep: Base Per Turn of Sustain, May gradually increase and decrease as needed Element: Complex Requirement(s): Polearm Description: With deft hands and skill a pole arm is spun in one hand as one would a baton. This mimics the effects of a circular saw and produces a pseudo-shield all whilst building momentum similarly one can see it as a fan drawing in air around it. The second part of the technique allows for the user to then switch from spinning using the built momentum to throw it with increased penetrative force, room for a backstep is required to do so. Whilst spinning deflects oncoming projectiles of equivalent rank, causes a [lock] to happen when clashing with a weapon preventing further spinning regardless of the attacking techniques rank being inferior. A throw requires one post of uninterrupted wind up in which when thrown is treated as a rank-higher in strength and speed.
