|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
 Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2016 8:05 pm
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2016 8:06 pm
 Attacker's Strength - Defenders Defence = # (100 - # = h;ance to evade the enemy's attack)
Math;
Each of the five nurses had taken their sweet time fussing over Fae's appearance making sure he looked ever bit as feminine as they could make him, and Faelan happily let them, but he was now officially more than late. However Fae no longer looked like the wild beast he once had. Instead he was the very epitome of a fashionable young woman. His long white hair had been cut down so that it was now was only shoulder length. On either side was a lavish braid that fell upon his shoulders and held bright blue color yin and yang hair pins. Other than the styling and cutting the Nurses had also pushed it back in place with a simple maid like headband that helped keep his hair from falling into his eyes as well as framing his more feminine facial features rather nicely. They had gotten rid of the pink skirt and loose black top that was lent to him earlier and instead replaced them with a formal black skirt and black lined silk dress shirt that matched. The shirt held tight to his curves, but was also longer at the bottom concealing the heavy leather belt that held the formal skirt in place around his rounded hips. Each one of his newly found swords was now connected to the utility belt and hung from his right side. The Forge sheath was flipped blade facing down allowing for a quick draw while his fathers blade was flipped so the blade faced up as traditional blades should be worn. The forge sheath hung from his hip still without a hilt as Fae preferred to keep them separate for now as he was still mostly cautious to the AI that was held within his core. So the code core sat within a leather bound holster concealed beneath the black formal skirt. Straps ran down his legs from the hidden garter belt that clipped onto the stockings that covered up his pale legs. They ran the way down into the high heeled ankle boots that covered his feet. The heels were a good six inches in length, but Faelan managed to walk in them as if it was natural to him. The only thing that seemed out of place was the fact that Fae's black wolf mask was nowhere to be seen. It was most definitely on his person however. Seeing as it would be too dangerous to enter into battle without it; both for his opponent and those who might be around watching. Faelan said his goodbyes to each of the doting nurses leaving each with a kiss and a promise to return when he could before setting off towards the teleporter.
The sudden shock as every atom in his body was torn apart and reassembled in another place made the pit of his stomach flip and flop urging him to purge its contents upon floor. However as he felt the solid ground beneath his feet Fae involuntarily sighed in relief. Fae had reached the conclusion that teleporation was not something he enjoyed. As Fae urged his body to regain its senses he straighten out his clothing and made everything was in its rightful place. It was after he was finished fishing his appearance that Fae finally notice the presence of a rather strange looking old man who now stood only a few feet away from his current position inside the teleporter. Fae's first reaction was to draw his sword and defend himself against the man, but the old man made no aggressive movements but instead stood their with his hands clasped behind his back. The old man wore a finely tailored three piece suit and stood with impeccable posture. His entire being seemed almost kingly in nature as his wide frame made his appearance almost imposing, but added that with his hair that had grown white with age he was obviously not someone anyone could mess with. The old man stood their making no attempt to hide the fact that he was evaluating Fae just as Fae was evaluating him. Finally Faelan gave into his natural curiosity and moved forward out of the teleporter and now stood directly in front of the old man. “Greetings.” The old man's words were crisp and carried the mass amount of indifference that the old man wore like a cloak. Faelan did not respond, but simply chuckled lightly and curtsied like a proper lady. The old man managed a slight cough before he reached up and retrieved a rather old looking letter from within his suit jacket pocket. On the outer cover there was only one word written in fancy lettering, 'McBride' and as the old man handed it over he spoke once more. “Open it after the tournament.” Faelan accepted the letter and curtsied once more before walking past the old man and headed directly towards the elevator that would bring him into the waiting room with all the other contestants. The old man following closely behind his hands once again clasped behind his back his face full of thought.
As the elevator descended Faelan found himself humming a rather pleasant tune, but could no longer recall from where he had heard the tune before. The old man behind him however seemed a little surprised as the tune also struck a familiar cord within him as well, but the old man said nothing and instead let a thin smile part his lips. The previous unvoiced doubts the old man held within his heart vanished and in their place a fierce determination settled in. It was then the doors opened and the various gathered crowd was now visible. Faelan walked forward and scanned the crowed quickly with a look of calm indifference. Until his eyes rested upon the man whose picture he was shown before leaving the Shanghai. The older women near him did not escape Faelan's gaze either. However it was not time for pleasantries, those could come afterwards. So Faelan moved decisively. However it was not in the direction of Akio, but in the direction of his mother and grandmother. “Okāsan, o bāchan.” Faelan greeted them familiarly as if he had known them for years as he curtsied in front of the older women formally. “I will be needing your sons attention for some time, I apologize in advance.” Fae's words were soft and caring. If anyone in the room where to have witnessed his fight with the AI earlier they would be completely taken aback by the sudden one eighty degree turn in character. Even the AI within seemed a bit shocked by the sudden words. Faelan turned and then headed towards Akio. “I apologize for being so late. Shall we get this underway?” Faelan had asked, but he didn't bother to wait for an answer. Sending a rather playful wink in Akio's direction he turned on his heel and made a straight line towards the elevator that would take him to the chosen battleground.
Faelan wasn't sure what fighting style or special skills Akio possessed, but had already decided to be careful from the start. Reaching behind him and underneath his dress shirt Fae removed the black half mask from its pouch and then secured it tightly over his mouth and nose. After that he reached down removed the hilt injector from it's pouch and checked on the various throwing knives also hidden upon his thigh. Once he was satisfied he sent his consciousness into the hilt and then connected the hilt to the forge sheath. A sudden clicking sound rang out as the sheath heated up and turned from a pale white to a deep crimson. Using his right thumb he found the release switch upon the sheath and another clicking sound was heard as the sheath disconnected from the metal ring upon the leather belt. The weight of the sword was now only supported by his right hand that now held the sheath tightly as he waited for the doors of the elevator to open once more signaling the start of the battle.
▽▽▽ Lines : 73
Quote: B.A.I.T.R Standing: 82 Health: 800/800 Control Limit: 660 Skill: 55 [71] Strength: 55 [70] Defense: 55 [70]Tactical Advantages One Person Army: Level 3 - You believe the only benefit of the A.I. Cores is to supplement your body with additional power. You abhor summoning their physical forms. While fighting without summoning an A.I. Core, you gain an additional +15 to all stats. However, if you do summon an A.I. core, you will receive a -30 to all stats instead.
|
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Reply
