As Jack watched the King launch the onslaught and disappear, he started becoming a bit paranoid. What if the King assumed that he was working with the other mechanist because of the small gift of sleep grenades he had received? Would that make the shadows attack him after a while as well? And what if this famous "Lone Wolf" decided that he would be a better target for whatever reason? If he had been in that mechanist's feet, he definitely would have had some sort of way to get out of the area, and Jack figured that becoming a hostage may end up becoming a possibility. Lifting his shotgun up to his chest, Jack looked around the training ground turned battlefield, and was prepared to shoot anyone who so much as came near him.
Red would move from the rock, stretching out her legs as she strolled back inside with her hands in her hoodie pockets. Bangs framed her hazel eyes, and the remaining scarlet locks cascaded down her back and chest. Once she stepped inside, watching the horror of shadows and threatening battle, she was not amused. Her attention went to the lone mechanist that held his shotgun desperately.
She almost laughed, almost, but instead moved over towards him and gathered up his plans and scopes, all his tools, and commanded him to move. "Follow me." Her voice stern to get his attention.
Quickly she would turn and move him to another area where it was much safer for a human to be, at least that is what he appeared to be. She would smile, comforting him slightly, "Just work here, you will be fine. I'll make sure of it." Red sat down all of his things, laying them out as they were before. She looked at all the tools, catching glimpses of another life. Stepping away, she'd give him space but seated herself only a few seats away. Acting like she was reading instead of looking over the edge of the book at Alistair and the armored man.
Jack had almost jumped at first when he heard the voice behind him. However, after figuring out he wasn't about to get stabbed in the back, he visibly relaxed and did as the woman commanded. He could immediately tell that he was talking to the feral, since most other supernaturals didn't have to deal with that many scars. He started to sort through his materials, putting his shotgun back down and getting his books back. Jack decided that he could trust the feral a little bit, and simply said, "Thank you", before making some small frameworks for what may become future machines. Figuring he should at least keep tabs on the current battle, he set up a rather small mirror in one of the corners of his workbench, taking a few quick peeks as he worked on his gadgets.
Posted: Sun Oct 06, 2013 7:50 pm
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Zethus was satisfied with his CQC form. He'd gotten much less sloppy when throwing punches. Checking that off his list, he moved on to the weapon ranges and checked a Glock Model 19 from the clerk. He trained with it until he was shooting nice tight clusters in the x-rings. He checked the pistol back in and pulled his throwing knives from his pack. The blades were a bit dull for his liking, so he set about sharpening them.
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Armor Picture Updated Kirin did not have time for all this pointless fighting and with this man having the idea that attacking him was the best idea was sadly mistaken. Griping his helmet as these shades start to come at him, his shoulder would light up greatly before unleasing six blots of eletrical current, each blot heading for a different target giving Kirin enough time to remove his helmet and quickly rolled to the right dodging one of the shades coming at him. His right gauntled hand would claw in to the ground as he quickly stopped himself and activated his jets launching him into the air quickly dodging the next wave of attacks from the shadows. The Human mech quickly unholstered his rifle holding it firmly in his grasp while he ready himself from something else to come at him. This was really starting to annoy the hell out of him and it was a waste of time. His voice would ring loudly to where ever this man was."Fight from you shadows, But I never came here for pointless fighting. "
Skills used: Forearm Single Shields Current Add-ons on his Armor: Armor on! Arm Right: Ammo Holder,Lazer, Fist Pump!, x2 Jets Arm Left: Ammo Holder, Lazer, Fist Pump!, x2 Jets Torso: Two Ammo Holders,Two Prop Shedders, Projector, x2 Jets, and x2 Tesla, Four Rip Cords Leg Right: Water Holders, Water Pump, GL-224, Jetsx2 Leg Left: , Water Holders,Water Pump, GL-224, Jetsx2 Ammo/Gear: Total: Sleep:50 Inec:50 Cryo:50 Frag: 150 10 Clips of Pulse Rounds. 12 Rounds each Clip 25 Clips of 12mm Rifle Rounds. 12 Rounds each Clip 24 Liters of Water
Posted: Mon Oct 07, 2013 6:46 pm
xxxxxxxxxx┫Ａｌｉｓｔａｉｒ Ｍａｒｉｃ┣ "I SPEAK TO EVERYONE IN THE SAME WAY, WHETHER HE IS THE GARBAGE MAN OR GOD HIMSELF."
"AND I CAN FIGHT ONLY FOR SOMETHING THAT I LOVE, LOVE ONLY WHAT I RESPECT, AND RESPECT ONLY WHAT I AT LEAST KNOW."
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
The shadows that had been stricken reformed almost instantly, and each of them dived into the floor, becoming nothing but shadows on the floor. Each of the shadows could not be hit at this point, and it only took a few seconds for all of the shadows to completely surround the man in the armor. All of the shadows leapt up at once, but stopped mid attack. When the man removed his helmet, Alistair smelled a familiar scent. That same scent was all over Danielle the last time he saw her. She spoke so much of this man she might have fallen for. This must be the man. If Alistair had not devised the plan to make it so that Danielle wouldn't remember him, he would asked about his former student. But he decided against it. The human girl was not his concern anymore, she left and so he severed any ties to Nocturne that she may have had. The shadows suddenly returned to him, standing by his side and his cold glare watched the other human. "By the time I get back, you should gone. Heed my warning: if you trespass into my barracks again, I will kill you, drain you of your blood, and then I will see to it that your corpse is reanimated for one purpose, and one purpose only. To be my little b***h." With that, he headed out. It was time for his new captain to finish her training as an adept to be ready to take on the mantle of Captain of Nocturne. "Red. Come with me." He ordered. As he left, three looming shadows crept into the room. All three were ninjas, personally trained by Alistair. They served to look over the situation while he was gone.
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Armor Picture Updated The shadows were about to kill him but stopped as the lycan had reformed in front of him only to warn him to leave this place and do not come back in here. Very ******** well. Kirin left
Skills used: Forearm Single Shields Current Add-ons on his Armor: Armor on! Arm Right: Ammo Holder,Lazer, Fist Pump!, x2 Jets Arm Left: Ammo Holder, Lazer, Fist Pump!, x2 Jets Torso: Two Ammo Holders,Two Prop Shedders, Projector, x2 Jets, and x2 Tesla, Four Rip Cords Leg Right: Water Holders, Water Pump, GL-224, Jetsx2 Leg Left: , Water Holders,Water Pump, GL-224, Jetsx2 Ammo/Gear: Total: Sleep:50 Inec:50 Cryo:50 Frag: 150 10 Clips of Pulse Rounds. 12 Rounds each Clip 25 Clips of 12mm Rifle Rounds. 12 Rounds each Clip 24 Liters of Water
Slowly but surely, her hazel eyes grew more and more, still she remained detached from the world, something sad and awful straining around the cracks of her fragile mind. Staring at him, it was as if a veil had been lifted, his morphing face stopped smudging, whirling around. Everything came into focus, the lines at the edges of his eyes...they were sapphires, bright and brilliant. As he strained, she rose silently. She remembered his name, Kirin. Something terrible was going to happen, it was that moment all over again. Someone waiting at the door, shouts, and the blood...
It was caked on her hands, under her fingernails. In her mind it was hers, in reality she had none. Flashes stutter stopped within the labyrinth of her mind, his body was a map she knew well. His mouth against hers, his hands gripping her but he wasn't there...not when she needed him the most. He simply wasn't there, she didn't know why or the reasons. Dani is dead. I died.
Red couldn't fight the tears that weren't coming. Her shaking hands were thrust into the cotton pockets of her hoodie, the straight crimson locks ruffled as she crossed the threshold over to Alistair. her gaze though remained on the blue haired man and as her King moved out, her words were gentle. "Be careful, Kirin." She'd hesitate, looking back at him as she walked.
Everything was broken. She was making a beast of herself to get rid of all the pain, while his was written on his face. He angered her. He was...love. Life. Faith. She was death. Emptiness. Loss.
Eve walked into the Combat Training Zone and started stretching. She was ready to start training and get stronger for her master back in the mountains, he was hoping to see her come back twice as strong than ever before. She was hoping that Lumira City would help her reach that goal and if not, she wouldn't have any problems going somewhere that could. She fixed her neck and cracked her knuckles, squatting down with her left leg outstretched and then her right with the left inward to squat. She put the tape around her feet and hands and then practiced punches and kicks towards her own shadow, shadow boxing if you will. Eve was determined to become stronger for her sensei, she was hoping to make him proud while also attaining some pride and self-worth for her own gain. Now, for a teacher.
Posted: Mon Oct 07, 2013 11:07 pm
Because Hiro hadn't planned on Hadou coming in, a robust female teacher walked in and addressed Eve. "Let's hurry with this. You class, element and bloodline. Tell me."
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Not having noticed the fight going on while he was training with his pistol, Zethus saw the commotion while he was sharpening his knives. Raising his head to look, he made sure his eyes were still in the shadow of his hood. Alistair and some guy in a mech suit were squaring off. Whoever the mech was, he'd pissed off Alistair royally, something Zethus was pretty sure was not very smart. He absently ran his last throwing knife through the sharpener a few times as the confrontation came to an end. Alistair and Red left, while the mech stayed. Curious, but none of his business unless they made it his business. He got up, went back to the targets, and started throwing.
Posted: Tue Oct 08, 2013 9:01 am
Greed
The Devil's Advocate
• Rank: Novice • bloodline: Diobolus • Class: Berserker • currently equipped: Bottom right picture • feeling:
Feared Exalted Evil?
Greed walked into the CAZ with a relieved sigh. Ah it feels good to be back in my sly, sadistic city. After all, home is where the heart is. The diabolus thought to himself as he looked about the CAZ. How odd... the hybrid isn't here. I don't see anybody that looks like they're in charge either. Hm... maybe I can entertain myself in some other way until somebody that can give me a mission returns. It's not like I need training right now anyways. He looked about the room, seeing a bunch of trainees learn the ropes of combat. He walked over to one of the training dummies, slamming his legs against the target in an onslaught of complicatedly linked and combined capoira kicks. Slam... Slam... Slam... Crack! The sounds could be heard as the diabolus moved his legs in a frenzy of capoira, almost looking like break dancing in a way... just a far more painful form of breakdancing. After a while, the dummy was battered and cracked far beyond use, and the demon sighed, getting out of his capoira stance and walking over to a mirror as he bounced lightly on the balls of his feet, shadow boxing himself for a bit. He knew that he had nothing more to learn in either of these styles, but they were his favorites to practice. Plus, practicing his footwork so often would keep him a very elusive opponent if he practiced it enough.
From Hiro's loving bosom came a teacher, a robust female teacher who could be nicer and not seem like she was in such a hurry. Eve didn't mind this at all and stood at attention, telling her about her personal information.
"Um well, I'm a Berzerker class, enjoy kicking a** with my own two hands instead of using cheap tricks, Fire would be my element, and as for race...well...I'm a human."
She said as she folded her arms, pondering her answers as she spoke of them, making sure she got it right.
Posted: Tue Oct 08, 2013 3:49 pm
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Zethus pulled his knives from the targets. He'd gotten some good hits, right between the eyes with one and most of the others clustered in the middle of the chest. Satisfied his combat skills were fine, he decided to resume training his less orthodox skills. He went back to the bookshelves and picked out the adept-level elemental books. Taking his customary spot against the shelf, he started to read.
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