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 Posted: Sat Aug 31, 2013 10:45 pm
  [Ｗｈｙ ｔｈａｎｋｓ, Ｉ ｄｏ ｗｏｒｋ ｏｕｔ]
Marcos smirked and flipped his hair. resting his weight on one leg and putting a hand on his hip. He knew he looked good, but it was always nice to get some confirmation. What made Marcos even more happy was when Katarina said to rest. He knew it was because of him, but just the fact that he did not need to be the one to say it made it that much more of a win. Marcos sauntered over to Katarina and sat down, wrapping his tail around his waist so he would not sit on it. He pressed his wings against his back and laid down, closing his eyes and taking in a deep breath.
When Katarina told Marcos he was unlucky, he shot her a dirty look and shook his head. "No, I am not unlucky. I could not be more lucky in fact." Marcos said, crossing his arms over his well-toned chest. Katarina had set him off and now she would need to deal with his rant. There would come a time when Marcos would just one day drop kick Katarina with all his force and be more satisfied than even any sex could make him. Almost any; Nai's sex would top anything. "Yes, Nai may be a bit cold and quiet, but this is only a challenge to Marcos." He said, pounding his chest with his fist. He raised his arm into the air and reached skyward, extending his fingers as if he was reaching for something. "None of us get to choose, but there are those who get way worse." Marcos said to Katarina, referring to their kind. "My mother had a master, and he used to beat her senseless. I once knew a man who's mistress had branded his body so many times he always wore a shirt." Marcos sat up, gesturing to himself who never wore anything over his chest. "Nai will come around, I can feel it. If I show her I can protect her, that I will do whatever it is she wants me to, she will come around." He said wistfully, laying back down on the ground and quieting down.
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Posted: Sat Aug 31, 2013 11:46 pm
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Rank: Expert
Class: Berserker
Race: Succubus "That's exactly why you're unlucky," Katarina rolled her eyes without a care in the world, "She won't abuse your or mistreat you of that I'm sure because she has no ambitions or desires. At least, none that anyone has seen. Call it women's intuition if you will, or maybe just common sense after seeing her gain the power to rule the country from the shadows but do absolutely nothing with it. She wouldn't want anything from you, and saving her? She's a master rank now and I've heard rumors she even managed to evade the sage rank King of Nocturne when she was just an adept. Just what can you do to protect someone like that? She's an red ice queen and there's no blue fire around to melt her. You can't help her or protect her so what would you do then?". I Marcos wanted to rant, fine. Katarina would just return the rant to him knowing all the while she would be coming out on top in terms of who was annoying the other more. It wasn't just that, though. She did not lie. She couldn't see any success with what Marcos had planned.
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Posted: Sun Sep 01, 2013 12:25 am
[Ｗｈｙ ｔｈａｎｋｓ, Ｉ ｄｏ ｗｏｒｋ ｏｕｔ]
Marcos rose to his feet in anger and threw his hands up in frustration. No, he would not give up. Katarina's opinion mattered very little to Marcos, especially because she was so clearly trying to get under his skin. The issue was that she was completely succeeding. "Trust me, I got the fire!" Marcos said, grabbing his crotch and thrusting his hips at Katarina. He turned away from her and stalked away, his wings partially open and his tail unusually stiff. He was angered, but that also motivated him. After walking back and forth for a moment he stopped and held a hand up to his mouth. Now he understood. There was no way in hell Katarina could know what it was like to have a connection with a master or mistress. If she did, there would be no way she'd say things like that with so little emotional drawback to herself. A master was everything to their kind, even if it was the worst match on the face of the planet. Katarina knew he wouldnt give up, not only that but he couldn't. If Marcos lost Nai he could very possibly die. Just thinking about it made his chest hurt. If Nai did not want to do a single thing with her life or Marcos' than so be it. He would accompany her to hell and back, or sit on her couch and do absolutely nothing at all if that is what she wished. "You are wrong Katarina. I have the fire here for your stupid ice. And even if I don't, I'm hers." He said, furrowing his eyebrows and showing just how serious he was. Now he had an emotional blaze of passion coursing through is veins, and he sincerely wanted to blow it off on someone right now. "Now, if you aren't going to help me get off, at least help me get stronger." He said, placing one hand on his hip and motioning for her to kick his a** some more.
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Posted: Sun Sep 01, 2013 12:49 am
NPC
Rank: Expert
Class: Berserker
Race: Succubus a rather amused Katarina thought to herself as she watched Marcos. When he motioned for her to stand up, she broke into laughter, "My my, at this rate, just ask her to do something. Maybe it'll work, has as much a chance as anything else. Oh! But make sure I'm there! I wanna see what happens. Gyahahahaha."
When she'd stopped rolling all over the ground in laughter, Katarina was half glad and half surprised that Marcos was still waiting for her. She sighed before starting her next set of instructions, "Sadly, all the other moves I could attack you with are too dangerous to actually use on you and I don't feel like intentionally missing everything. I'd send you off here and now, but we have Mr. Strict-Lemon-Face-Supervisor," she shot a casual glance at a rather strict, effeminate male wielding a large sword, "here to keep me in line. Nyeh, go get one of the books about Capoeira and Dim Mak on the shelves over there, learn a few moves, and come use them on me." While Marcos went to get the books and learn, Katarina would pick herself up while trying her best to mask the mischeivous gleam in her eyes. She did a rather good job of it too. Marcos probably wouldn't have noticed it. Although, once he started trying to hit her, he'd find her awfully hard to hit. Then, when he was positioned just right, he'd find himself the victim of a Jiujutsu technique. Of course, this was all for the sake of teaching.
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Posted: Sun Sep 01, 2013 2:48 am
[Ｗｈｙ ｔｈａｎｋｓ, Ｉ ｄｏ ｗｏｒｋ ｏｕｔ]
Katarina was only adding fuel to his fire. Marcos was ready for action and did not need to be told twice. He practically flew over to the book shelves and took something out on Capoeria, and flipped to the third stage of it. He needed to strengthen his body even more. Marcos looked around for a tree and sauntered over to it, immediately bending over and placing his hands onto the ground. He lifted himself up and placed his legs in the air. Marcos practiced walking around on his hands while bending his legs in various ways. He practiced with one hand, pivoting, kicking, swinging, and quickly getting back onto his hands. He pushed himself against a tree and began to walk away, keeping his legs just barely touching the bark. Marcos was trying to keep his balance. He fell a few times, but got right back into the saddle. Katarina's very presence was still annoying the crap out of him, so he had to blow off his steam. Once he was able to do that without much of an issue he climbed the tree and allowed himself to hang down. Marcos began to furiously perform crunches like a mad man. An hour later Marcos sat against the ground, his stomach burning.
Marcos held the book up with his tail wrapped around the binding. He was drinking a bottle of water while reading over the first technique. It was called phase shift and was another dodging move. This time Marcos would perform a cartwheel without his hands. It was an incredibly simple maneuver and was a definitely easy way to dodge, as well as lead into a hit. Marcos gave himself a running start and jumped while leaning into it. He swung his legs around and landed just as he began. Marcos performed the cartwheel again, this time standing completely still.
The next move was called a Flash Kick, and was apparently some sort of signature move. It was very simple, and very quick. Marcos wanted to practice the motion first, knowing it could be done a number of ways. If he did it backward he may be able to catch someone under the chin, hopefully cause them to bite down on their own tongue. Marcos quickly leaned backward, planting one hand on the ground and raising his foot skyward. He managed to keep his balance while delivering a powerful blow to an imaginary foe. From the front Marcos was able to quickly get into position and smash his foot against the tree.
Marcos was excited for this next technique. It reminded him of a certain character from a certain game. Marcos understood how this technique worked. It was very similar to the V-spin kick he had learned earlier. This particular technique involved Marcos continuously moving and kicking. He leaned forward and placed his hands on the ground, lifting his legs into the air and spreading them. Marcos placed one hand twisted around the other and began to spin. He spun in place for awhile before trying to move with it. It was more of a hopping motion than something fluid though.
The last technique that Marcos wanted to learn in the Capoeira style involved a crap ton of movement and precision. With the enough strength he would be able to easily snap someone's neck. Marcos needed a dummy to try this one, one with a sturdy enough base to simulate a person. He walked away from it to get a good enough running start. Marcos turned on his heeled boots and sprinted at the dummy, diving forward and planting his hands on the ground. He made contact for just a few seconds before wrapping his legs around the head of the dummy. Marcos pushed off with his hands and lifted his body upward, successfully wrapping his body around the dummy. Marcos wrenched his body to the side and spun, throwing the dummy by the head. He landed on the ground and rolled into a crouching position as he watched the dummy skid against the ground and then break right at the neck. Marcos stood up and brushed his hair out of his face, having successfully worked up a sweat.
Marcos had never heard of Dim Mak before, though Katarina had ordered him to learn it. He picked up a book on it and cracked it open, settling onto the ground and starting to learn. Marcos was actually a bit surprised about how this style was. Most of the fighting he did involved getting in the opponent's face and breaking them. This one fought the enemy from an internal stand point. It was all about Chi, reading it, blocking it, or using it. Marcos closed the book for a moment and thought deeply on that. This chi must just be another term for energy.
He knew that everyone had their own type of energy, like a fingerprint. If he could learn to see Chi, then he could easily identify people. Marcos closed his eyes and focused on the most important chi of them all; his own. Marcos envisioned his energy as he had earlier, as the hot pink oozing bodily fluids. He knew his energy already, not too much to his surprise. It was hot, feisty, and raw. Marcos opened his eyes and dropped his jaw for a moment. Katarina was standing there not too far off, bathed in an aura much like his. It was a softer pink, way less interesting than his own.The next step to Dim Mak was to learn how to block his energy, enabling Marcos to hide himself. It was an easy concept really. If he could draw upon his chi then he could just as easily stop it from doing anything. With only a moment to out his theory into practice Marcos successfully learned the Chi Block.
For Marcos to advance he would need to strengthen his fingers. As he was now most of his body was in top physical condition, but he had to admit the fingers was not something he normally worked out. He could think of a few ways he used his fingers, but none were to hurt, only to pleasure. He read over the book to learn the chi points, and had to actually study this a few times over. There were so many it was almost hard to hit the body and not hit one. He knew he would need to practice his accuracy, as well as how hard he could hit with it. Marcos walked to a dummy and first went through the process of marking off all the chi points he could remember. Once he was done he noticed he had missed a few, so went back and redid the entire thing. Now Marcos was ready to train. He began to attack the dummy using only his fingers, trying to hit accurately and with good strength. A few times Marcos had to stop and bandage his fingers once again due to an inaccurate strike.
Marcos had been training for hours and felt so prepared for what was to come. The Dim Mak opened up a world of possibilities for Marcos, some serious and others that were more of a gag than anything. Regardless, he wanted them all. The first one was called Sleep and could be used to sincerely wreck someone's day, especially because he was an incubus. Marcos whistled at a fellow novice and motioned him over. Not too many people his rank were able to resist his charms, making it easier for him to experiment with his moves. Marcos jogged over to the guy and placed his hand on his shoulder, squeezing the chi point quickly and roughly. The guy's eyes rolled backward in his head and he slumped into Marcos' arms. "Who needs roofies these days?" Marcos said to no one in particular. He lowered to the guy and grabbed his shoulder once more, squeezing it. This technique was the gag, and Marcos snorted and laughed as the guy peed on himself in his sleep. When he was finished Marcos moved back over to Katarina.
She had been watching so Marcos didn't bother announcing that he was attacking. He absolutely hated when people shouted out their move and told the enemy exactly what he was going to do. Marcos ran at her, crouching low and shifting angles back and forth. When he was right before her he slid forward right between her legs. On the other side he planted his hands on the ground and tried to wrap his legs around her head for the Capoeira's Python Throw.
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Posted: Sun Sep 01, 2013 7:08 am
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Posted: Mon Sep 02, 2013 3:20 pm
NPC
Rank: Expert
Class: Berserker
Race: Succubus Katarina was mildly upset that Marcos decided to come at her crouched and then attack with his legs. She had wanted to cause some serious pain to his hands under the pretense of teaching. However she adapted. She couldn't use a skill on Marcos's legs, but she could use common sense. Katarina grabbed both ankles as they approached her and kneed the back of Marcos's body as hard as she could while pulling his ankles downward so that he would flip onto his back with Katarina standing between his legs. Not for long, though. In a flash, she descended upon him with both hands held to her head before striking down at Marcos's face (Violent Vibration Combo). The disorientation following the battering of his brain would keep him stunned long enough for Katarina to go through the trouble of showing him the next few moves. She grabbed a hold of each wrist as she stood before Marcos could recover, pulling him up and then over her as she rolled onto her back. After a flurry of movement, Katarina's body was perpendicular to Marcos's side with his head and midsection pinned beneath a leg each while his arm was stretched across his body, the joint threatening to break against the pressure from her hips (Arm Break). Once Marcos admitted that he needed mercy or something along the lines, she would break the pose, but not until then.
Arm Break
Rank: C
Description: User grabs onto both arms of their opponent, or their sleeves, and pulls as they push their foot into the opponent's midsection to pull them down, but not necessarily to the ground. Instead the user's back rolls onto the ground first and from there they pivet to the opponent's side so they can pull their other leg onto the opponent's head and throw them to ground instantly from there. Then with one leg holding the opponent's midsection down and the other holding the head and locking the arm, the user uses his arms to bend the arm of whichever side of the opponent they're on. By bending the elbow across the hips you're subjecting the weak joint to the leverage of two strong forces, the pull of your thighs on the opponent's shoulder, and your hands on his wrist. With even just a little effort the user can destroy the elbow, effectively breaking the arm.
Violent Vibration Combo
Rank: C
Description: A fast charging technique where the user brings both hands up to their face like they're about to swing down with a katana, and then blast forward to strike down on an opponent's head. The user creates a soundwave of vibration from his hands to rattle the brain of the opponent, and because it is a vibration it can pass through just about any kind of head armor the opponent might be wearing. Hitting the head with the right hand vibration first before quickly following with the left, the user makes the opponent's head get battered bouncing around inside their own armor. While using this technique on an unarmored opponent can just as well cause them a lot of pain and dizziness, using it against an armored opponent in this sense will leave them unconscious.
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Posted: Mon Sep 02, 2013 6:54 pm
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It wouldn't be much of an exaggeration to say that Nai lived in the CAZ. Immediately after eating a meal, she returned to the training area once again. She entered the building and took her customary glance around the room to gain a rough understanding of what was going on. A rather firy looking character was exiting the building just as she came in while someone Nai recognized as the new captain of Nocturne was busy with teaching. Marcos seemed busy as well, getting beaten in what she guessed was a spar of some sorts. Not having to worry about him following her for the moment, the hooded girl made her way to the area with moving targets.Female ✖ 20 years ✖ 5' 8" ✖ 120 lb. ✖ Black Hair ✖ Black EyesX XMaster ✖ Gunslinger ✖ Sub-Ninja ✖ Chaos ✖ Tempus Inexstinctus ✖ SlothX X X Xstrength: 5 ✖ speed: 8 ✖ dodge: 10 ✖ energy: 1300/1300 ✖ ammo: 350/350
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Posted: Mon Sep 02, 2013 8:01 pm
[Ｗｈｙ ｔｈａｎｋｓ, Ｉ ｄｏ ｗｏｒｋ ｏｕｔ]
Marcos should have known it wouldn't be that easy. He couldn't even sigh in disappointment as he was too busy getting his a** handed to him once more. Marcos had a chance to think to himself, about all the times Katarina had treated him like a rag doll. It was annoying, but he had to put up with it. She was just like Marcos in so many ways it was uncanny, almost like she had been made to teach him. He had a lot to learn from her, and if this was the only way Katarina would do it he would comply. As Katarina hit his head he briefly saw her completely naked, but that had to be his imagination. Nobody could get their clothes off that fast. Marcos' vision went blurry and he felt himself falling backward, but he really did not feel much at the moment. His head rolled back and he spotted someone; Nai. Marcos smiled as his body hit the ground and the breath rushed out of his body. She was finally here to see him! The smile immediately washed off of his face and horror spread to it. Katarina was on top of him and about to break his arm. On top of it he was pretty sure she had broken his nose. Marcos tapped out with his other hand and wildly thrashed his legs around to get himself to his feet. He turned his back to Nai to ensure she did not see his face as it was. Marcos' arm was in pain but his face was way more important now. He wiped away any excess bodily fluids like blood and sweat and traced the bone of his nose. to ensure that it was straight. When he was sure of it Marcos rose to his feet and flipped his hair back.
Now he had an audience worth performing for. Nai was here and Marcos could barely sort of not feel the pain in his head and face at all. The bruise was hardly noticeable if you looked at him in total darkness. He sauntered over to a dummy, already knowing that Katarina would not allow him to return the favor. But it really did not matter in the slightest because his mistress was back. The dummy Marcos chose conveniently had arms for him to attempt to break in the process of his training. The first move Katarina had done to him was an attack where she smashed him in the face with both hands. The vibrations were what had got him so confused and rattled. Marcos lifted his hands up to his head the same way Katarina did, and dropped them down on the dummy. The head of it visibly began to shake.
Marcos paused and tried to recall the second technique Katarina had done on him. He remembered her grabbing his arms and pulling him down. He paused and thought about the motion. From there she had pivoted to his side and slammed one leg down on his midsection and one right across his head. Marcos clapped his hands and got to action. He grabbed the dummy by the arms and pushed his foot against its torso, falling backward to the ground. Marcos pivoted and swung his leg around, positioning the dummy's arm between his legs. He slammed one leg down onto the chest and his other leg onto the head Marcos wrenched the arm and snapped it off. Normally that wouldn't happen, but wood tends to be a bit easier to snap off than bones, ligaments and muscle. When he was done Marcos stood up and threw the dummy's arm to the floor. He checked his hair once more and walked to Nai, a faint smile on his face. "Nai! Er, Madam, or ma'am. Or mistress. Whichever you'd prefer Marcos to call you." He said, his tail erratically swaying back and forth with his excitement. In all honesty Marcos looked like crap but he had moxie and confidence in himself. Especially his hair.
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Posted: Mon Sep 02, 2013 9:48 pm
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No reaction from Nai. She simply continued to shoot at the targets she had set moving when Marcos was learning his moves. She didn't care what Marcos called her as long as it was something she could recognize, which was just a little bit more than what she usually bothered to care for with others. With others, she didn't care if she could recognize what they called her. She usually didn't have to pay any attention to them in the first place. Nai, however, did have to pay attention to Marcos. It came with the least bothersome path of simply accepting and living with her new status as the incubus's master.
Most anything else Marcos said or did would be just as ignored until Nai finished her aiming warm-ups (Marcos missed out on the brief stretches Nai performed just before it). The nothing that would phase her would be things along the lines of Marcos tripping her or stepping in front of her... Actually, scratch that last part. Nai would probably have just kept on shooting. Anyone who was stupid enough to step in front of someone steadily firing off bullets from each gun she owned was probably better off dead than alive in a country like Nocturne.
Only if Marcos was still standing besides Nai even after the five minutes it took her to finish off warming up her aim with each gun she had would he be able to have her willingly turn her attention to him. Actually, half-willingly to be exact. Nai wanted to practice maneuvering between targets while using her shotgun and if Marcos was persistent enough to remain next to her for five minutes, she didn't want to risk having him in her way while she erratically dashed to-and-fro between the moving targets that she was methodically blowing holes into. She would resolve whatever he wanted with her first before moving on. In an effort to do that with the minimal amount of work, Nai turned her hooded face in Marcos's direction and waited silently.Female ✖ 20 years ✖ 5' 8" ✖ 120 lb. ✖ Black Hair ✖ Black EyesX XMaster ✖ Gunslinger ✖ Sub-Ninja ✖ Chaos ✖ Tempus Inexstinctus ✖ SlothX X X Xstrength: 5 ✖ speed: 8 ✖ dodge: 10 ✖ energy: 1300/1300 ✖ ammo: 350/350
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Posted: Tue Sep 03, 2013 1:52 am
xxxxxxxxxx┫Ａｌｉｓｔａｉｒ Ｍａｒｉｃ┣
"I SPEAK TO EVERYONE IN THE SAME WAY,
WHETHER HE IS THE GARBAGE MAN OR THE KING OF NOCTURNE."
"AND I CAN FIGHT ONLY FOR SOMETHING THAT I LOVE,
LOVE ONLY WHAT I RESPECT,
AND RESPECT ONLY WHAT I AT LEAST KNOW." xxx☠ ☠ ☠xxxＲｅｓｐｅｃｔxxＳｈｏｕｌｄxxＢｅxＥａｒｎｅｄ，xＮｅｖｅｒ xＧｉｖｅｎ ！xxxx☠x☠x☠  XXXXXXXXXXXXXXHybridxx㊋xxNinjaxx㊋xxExpertxx㊋xx King of Nocturne Respect is something gained.x x x
Though if mutual,x x x
it opens the door for eternal friendship.x x x
Just as he was about to reply to Greed, a young guardsmen approached him, cutting him off. Had the information he relayed lacked a sense of urgency, Alistair probably would have killed him. It seemed as if Velox was sick. Perhaps his body was rejecting the change? Nevertheless, it meant that Alistair was going to have to take over temporarily until his friend regained his strength. In his stead, he was going to be the interim King of Nocturne. It was a position that seemed out of reach to him just a few weeks ago, yet he was now in the position. He sent the guard away, acknowledging what he said. Since it seemed that all of his students left the area, Alistair relaxed, leaning against a wall. He was finally allowed a break since Marcos decided to bug the living s**t out of Nai.
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"Anything it takes to survive."
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Posted: Wed Sep 04, 2013 4:33 pm
[Ｗｈｙ ｔｈａｎｋｓ, Ｉ ｄｏ ｗｏｒｋ ｏｕｔ]
Marcos did not know what he had expected really. He had asked a question that was really pointless merely to spark a conversation, but of course Nai did not deal with small talk. She stared at him for a second, so he smiled and nodded his head. Marcos figured he could call her whatever the crap he wanted as long as she could recognize it. But Nai staring at Marcos unsettled him for a moment. He had never felt the pressure while approaching a futurre mate, yet Nai was making him feel like a boy straight out of junior high dealing with his first crush. Marcos became acutely aware of things, like how awkward he felt with his hands. What was he supposed to do with them? Marcos resisted the urge to wave them or start making jazz hands, and instead really wished he had two coffee mugs to hold. Maybe that would be good. Soon enough Marcos merely motioned for Nai to get to whatever she was going to do. "I can just watch." He said, trying to not be super annoying. Not wanting to end up with a mouth full of buckshot Marcos stepped to the side and watched her shoot and run about between targets. It was a really great experience for him, because it ensured him that Nai could actually do things and didn't just stand around being weird all day. He smiled and decided to fetch Nai something to drink as she was sure to end up wanting one after working. Marcos found himself humming a tune as he did so, an smiled at the thought. He really wanted her to tell him to do something, like literally anything, but was already getting the gist of how things would work out between them. Maybe if Marcos just stood near her long enough she would get so annoyed and order him to go do a harrowing mission that may very well get him killed. If she did, Marcos would be sure to complete the mission with such success that the bards would sing ballads of his deeds.
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Posted: Wed Sep 04, 2013 8:18 pm
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of my soul. ⇔ I am the master of my fate: / I am the captain of my soul. ⇔ I am the master of my fate: / I am the captain of my soul. ⇔ I am the master of my fate: / I am the captain of my soul. ⇔ I am the master of my fate: / I am the
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The shooting targets weren't very different from the dummies Marcos had been training on, which gave Nai the freedom to shoot down from just about any angle. When Marcos clarified that he wasn't going to run after Nai trying to help her (and ultimately fail), Nai dashed into the still-moving targets, taking her shotgun out of its holster on her back and loading it as she moved. When she came in rage of the first target, Nai fired point-blank. Then came the second, third, and so on targets all of which the woman nailed. It wasn't exactly a convincing simulation of a real fight, in a real fight she wouldn't dare be so risky, but it was good practice, a routine was all she was looking for.
The exercise extended for a bit longer than Nai had originally planned. After shotguns, she had switched to her tonfa guns. While she didn't really know how to use the bladed weapons with skill and finesse, she knew at least enough to hack away at the targets between shots. By the end of the four or five minutes of constant movement and brainwork, Nai had rolled back into her original spot and the dummies were in sore need of replacement--good thing they were replaced periodically throughout the day. Beneath her cloak, her body was sweating enough to form a visible sheen on her skin. Although, because of her outfit, the sheen could only be seen on her fingers and what little of her face could be seen. Her breaths were deep, but steady and not gasping. She was getting the oxygen she needed without ruining her rhythm. As for fluids, she didn't particularly feel the need for any.Female ✖ 20 years ✖ 5' 8" ✖ 120 lb. ✖ Black Hair ✖ Black EyesX XMaster ✖ Gunslinger ✖ Sub-Ninja ✖ Chaos ✖ Tempus Inexstinctus ✖ SlothX X X Xstrength: 5 ✖ speed: 8 ✖ dodge: 10 ✖ energy: 1300/1300 ✖ ammo: 350/350
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Posted: Wed Sep 04, 2013 8:41 pm
[Ｗｈｙ ｔｈａｎｋｓ, Ｉ ｄｏ ｗｏｒｋ ｏｕｔ]
Marcos watched Nai nail the targets with her guns and chop at some of them. Even if she was only practicing on dummies he was still really enthused to watch her. Nai moved with precision and seemed to cut out all unnecessary movements. Personally Marcos liked to put a bit of his flair into everything but not Nai; she was cold and efficient. A few minutes passed and Nai stopped, making Marcos quickly look over her. He figured with such a heavy cloak she would have gotten hot from that, and sincerely wished she would take it off. In the least she would have worked up a sweat, and hopefully a thirst. Marcos walked over to Nai and held out a water bottle to her. "You're very good, Nai." Marcos said with a smile. How bad he wanted for her to rip her jacket off and ask him to take her, but he had to contain himself. He blinked hard for a moment to shake the thought out of his head, and covered the action by raising the other bottle to his mouth and taking a swig.
An idea had occurred to Marcos as he had watched Nai train. They should go on a mission together. This would force them into proximity and maybe he would get a chance to get intimate. Not only that but he could show her his newfound skills. On top of that Marcos really loved meeting new people. Maybe he'd get to have sex with them. That was always a bonus. "Nai I was thinking that perhaps we could go on a mission, get something done you know?" He said, trying to keep the desperation out of his voice. Marcos needed physical attention, and if fighting and traveling was the way Nai would do it for now then so be it.
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Posted: Wed Sep 04, 2013 8:58 pm
I am the master of my fate: / I am the captain of my soul. ⇔ I am the master of my fate: / I am the captain of my soul. ⇔ I am the master of my fate: / I am the captain of my soul. ⇔ I am the master of my fate: / I am the captain of my
soul. ⇔ I am the master of my fate: / I am the captain of my soul. ⇔ I am the master of my fate: / I am the captain of my soul. ⇔ I am the master of my fate: / I am the captain of my soul. ⇔ I am the master of my fate: / I am the captain
of my soul. ⇔ I am the master of my fate: / I am the captain of my soul. ⇔ I am the master of my fate: / I am the captain of my soul. ⇔ I am the master of my fate: / I am the captain of my soul. ⇔ I am the master of my fate: / I am the
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Until she figured out how to comfortably carry a cannon around, Nai had sufficient funds to last a while, so missions didn't appeal to her. Likewise, she remained unaffected by Marcos's flattery. Good and bad didn't matter to Nai. What mattered was if she survived. The rather dangerous lifestyle of a gunslinger was the only way Nai knew how to live, so she did her best to increase her chances by honing her skills.
She did, however, accept the water bottle handed to her. Marcos had proven himself to not wish to harm her. Furthermore, as a berserker, she didn't think he had the ability to do anything to a sealed bottle of water. Opening it with minimal effort and then lifting it up to her lips the minimal amount, Nai sipped small amounts of the refreshing liquid, carefully pacing herself so that she wouldn't lose any time with a stomach ache in the near future. She preoccupied herself with this slow drinking as she thought over what she should do next, just about forgetting Marcos and the offer he made not even 5 seconds ago.Female ✖ 20 years ✖ 5' 8" ✖ 120 lb. ✖ Black Hair ✖ Black EyesX XMaster ✖ Gunslinger ✖ Sub-Ninja ✖ Chaos ✖ Tempus Inexstinctus ✖ SlothX X X Xstrength: 5 ✖ speed: 8 ✖ dodge: 10 ✖ energy: 1300/1300 ✖ ammo: 350/350
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