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 Posted: Sat Mar 04, 2017 12:00 pm
With no one but himself to entertain, a young man sips the coldest sweet tea at a shop not yet destroyed by the numerous vandals attacking the kingdom.
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Posted: Sat Mar 04, 2017 12:44 pm
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Yusuke, as he went by currently, had no issue enjoying a drink as the masses fled from the hungry sea wolves that landed on their shores. He was no exception as he too fed his greed when he could. But it was something about the panic in the eyes of everyday, mild-mannered, work-going citizens that interested him.
To pirates, they're nothing more than prey waiting to be devoured. But to loner, they seemed, almost helpless. "That's what the marines are for I guess?" Thinking to himself as he took another sip of his tea. A drop of blood spilled on the floor from the heavily stained pipe-rod leaned against Yusuke's chair. His free resting on his lap as he watched a few pirates pass by, only to slow down as they noticed him enjoying his tea before continuing with pillaging the kingdom.
𝔇𝔯𝔞𝔤𝔬𝔫 𝔇𝔬𝔤𝔪𝔞
ｑｕｏｔｅｓ
ｔｅｃｈｎｉｑｕｅｓ
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Posted: Sun Mar 05, 2017 8:51 pm
  ᴘᴡʀ: 000 | sᴘᴅ: 005 | ᴇɴᴅ: 010 | ɪɴᴛ: 050 | ᴀᴄᴄ: 025 As he drew closer and closer to the pit of fiery destruction, the more carnage he saw. How it reminded him of the old days where they were pitted against opposing tribes with nothing but their atlatls, war clubs, and axes. War surged through the veins of his tribe, like that of a taut muscle that had been toned through countless exercise. Through the advent of modern weapons, however, warfare had become increasingly more violent and calculated. He remembered how they glowed in the light, the weapons, when they were put into the forge and were brought out piping hot. They hissed furiously, as if angered from being taken from the recluse of their smoldering bedrock of hot coals, when they were drowned in cool oil. The muskets of the lower realm had taken a severe toll on their population. He remembered the sad cry of the last herd of cloud buffalo, driven to near extinction because of overzealous hunting and how easy rifles had made the process of culling the once mighty beasts of their culture. The gaunt faces of children starving to death - the Great Mother forsook them with her bountiful gifts leaving them a barren land - still haunted him. "Please! Anything for my child!" he remembered one woman begged of him. Cradled in her arms, the child was but skin and bones, the very visage of death. Maddened by hunger, she did not even realized that the babe had long but since gone still, days away from bloating with noxious fumes. They were a blessing as well as a curse upon his people. The idea marveled and sickened him at the same time. A single augmented dial could easily burn down a single village with precision aiming. The screams of the dying reverberated in his ear. Suffering was universal, regardless of culture or race, as it was evident even in the tormented screams of the inhabitants of the Torino kingdom. Death, by extension, was no different. There was no such thing was a horrible death, since it took lives equally and without impunity. What came after, however, was something else entirely but such was a topic of another time where leisure was abundant.
In the midst of the chaos, he had taken upon himself to fight against wayward pirates, or any who looked to be a delinquent that thought to destroy anymore of the kingdom. He did not object to committing arson or even raping, such was no stranger to him or the war parties of his village, but any further havoc wrought upon the state would have severe consequences to all who dealt in trade. Pirates, who certainly could go wherever the wind took them, did not have the concept of trade or barter. Only on the rare occasion that they did make port and had need to replenish supplies did they endeavor to come even close to haggling. Small instances of theft were correctable if left alone, but the complete destruction of a nation would spell doom to many vendors, merchants, common folk, and even pirates whom were reliant on such nation's resources. Textiles, wood, iron, steel, grain, mead, livestock. All gone. He feared Torino would never recover as he leaped from rooftop to rooftop, continuing the task that was set forth by the pirate lord with much malcontent until his eyes set themselves on a rather peculiar sight of a man at leisure in the midst of the rampant pillaging. Rune leaped from the roof of the building directly across from where the man drank his herbal concoction. "Tch, enjoying the sights? Why not help clean up this mess?" Rune growled as he drew his sword before lashing out. The merchant aimed for the bloodied pipe. If he was able to snatch the hoodlum's primary weapon, given how the man kept it close to his side, he would at least gain the upper hand where he could attack from a distance. Short ranged combat was not the vendor's forte, and thus he strived to adopt techniques that reflected and built upon that frame of mind.
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Posted: Mon Mar 06, 2017 12:52 pm
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A voice soon began chastising what Yusuke figured to be himself, as he was the only one in the area that seemed to enjoy the view. His eyes shifted to the rooftop across from the tea shop, spotting a man as he drew his blade. This was quite curious. As it stood, everyone that had passed only slowed down long enough to watch Yusuke as he savored the tea this shop had to offer. One nasty look drove off anyone brace enough to step within ten feet of him. It was an interesting new development to say the least.
"I take it you're a challenger? Haven't had one in ages..."
From the roof, the stranger lunged in his direction with great haste. Not really confused by this man's sudden gripe toward himself, the tea-sipping yankee only grinned before one of his legs shot up. The force of his kick sent the table flying on its side toward the stranger, meanwhile Yusuke's iron-pipe was snatched up by his free hand. With a great bound, the pompadoured bystander soon clashed with his attacker head on. Sparks would dance as steel met iron, decorating their exchange with small blue and orange lights that fell to the earth. One hand gripped the crimson rod as Yusuke maintained his ground against his foe.
"Please tell me, why should I do anything for this kingdom? I'm no hero..."
Engaged combat aside, this brat spoke of a moral duty. Something Yusuke rarely cared for, as his ambitions laid in the enigmatic waves of time known as the future. But this pert struck a cord in the mass of agitative nerves that was Yusuke.
𝔇𝔯𝔞𝔤𝔬𝔫 𝔇𝔬𝔤𝔪𝔞
ｑｕｏｔｅｓ
ｔｅｃｈｎｉｑｕｅｓ
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Posted: Wed Mar 08, 2017 9:06 pm
ᴘᴡʀ: 000 | sᴘᴅ: 005 | ᴇɴᴅ: 010 | ɪɴᴛ: 050 | ᴀᴄᴄ: 025 There was a special sort of madness which struck travelers from the colder climates when they reached the lovely land where lemon trees grew, their acid sweetness perfuming the air. All around them flowers made from hell fire blossomed while the gentle breeze stirred the violent airs. From the oxygen starved brain, the deathly sensual lethargy of the sweet smoke infected the minds around them, it gasped "Danger, danger over here!" But soon military reinforcements would come, some would escape it, it followed in the wake of the destruction as if it followed Rune from his home among the clouds, flocking against the burned windowpanes to mock his expectations of perpetual pleasure as the veins of his forehead stood out and throbbed, hands shook as he fingered a stray piece of the Devil's picture books while his other gripped his weapon with an iron grip. The ash stung his eyes while hot, acrid gouts of sweat dripped onto his shoulders. The merchant stared at the man with a furious cynicism particular to those whom circumstances forced them to say little and to force mutely to witness folly, while filthy pirates, fired by the prospects of potential wealth and gripped by the madness which only gold caused, sacked the remainder of the street's wealth. A woman, dressed in ash, dragged in tow with her a child of rivaling appearance of squalor that screamed when round orbs caught sight of pirates, something of fear, something of wonder in both their gaunt faces. Due to the fact her tongue was so thickened by the phlegmy, bronchitic speech of the region, Rune scarcely managed to make out a thing she said except, when she saw a vortex of flame form a nearby shop rise to the sky: "Heaven help us!" she wailed in despair which sent a shiver down his premature wings. His emerald stained eyes watched as the ash maiden ran with all haste, her little prince bobbing along beside her as fleshy luggage that hindered her hurried gait. A wrinkle spoiled his otherwise narrow nose. His senses were increasingly troubled by the fuddling perfume of the chaos, far too potent a reek of rotting corpses and burning flesh at such close quarters in a narrow street.
The two combatants were a quaint sight to behold for sure. The very instance the merchant took flight, the ruffian kicked the table which he sat into the air. The avian grunted as he flicked his wrist, altering the trajectory of the metal whip to have it rebound onto the table. He pinpointed areas where it was weakest and dismantled the object before the sectioned blades converged to clash with the metal of his enemy. From the union of their weapons, sparks were born and shimmered out their brief flicker of life before them. "It's because you would stand at a loss not to. Any idiot would know that," the merchant retorted with no further explanation as to how he came about to this conclusion. The merchant made a sudden, dreadful noise, halfway between a growl and a roar; the candles flared. He sprung back with preternatural ability away from the man before unceremoniously producing an fragile wooden orb that rattled suspiciously. Contained within were countless amounts of explosive pellets that would explode on contact. Though he was aware the man was wielding a bat, the orb was fragile enough that if it hit the ground, the bat, or the man, they would certainly detonate. Rune tossed the object at the man with his right hand while his left dug into the deep pockets of his robes in apprehension of what would follow.
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Posted: Sun Mar 12, 2017 7:00 am
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"You punk... You're a hundred years too early to speak sense to me. You think me a hero?"
Taking a a back step as far as the youngster did, Yusuke drew his arm back. With the blood-stained pipe hanging to his rear, the wind yankee of the south swung forth. The resulting force of the swing was enough to cause a forceful breeze, blowing the tail ends of his jacket along with some smoke and dust as the ambient air around him suddenly shifted. The wild breeze forced the small projectile into its own path as it headed for its owner, but unlike before the speed it currently flew with was much faster than before. As the child seemed to have a few things on his person, Yusuke remained wary of what would pop up next.
𝔇𝔯𝔞𝔤𝔬𝔫 𝔇𝔬𝔤𝔪𝔞
ｑｕｏｔｅｓ
ｔｅｃｈｎｉｑｕｅｓ
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Posted: Sun Mar 12, 2017 3:24 pm
ᴘᴡʀ: 000 | sᴘᴅ: 005 | ᴇɴᴅ: 010 | ɪɴᴛ: 050 | ᴀᴄᴄ: 025 He scoffed. The nature of the man's question struck him at a chord. Certainly he did not seem to be the giving sort as much as Rune was. Rune, by extension, by no means thought himself as a hero. Quite frankly, he wasn't the sort to help individuals out of the kindness of his heart. Such kindness, as he saw it fit, only sought to hinder him in his progress toward his goal of monetary domination. If he sought to help an individual, he expected fair value in exchange for his services. He had seen the fates of those which let kindness guide their actions. They were not pretty nor regal. If anything it was a weakness which he did not have the resources to afford. It was a luxury only that only the gullible or the stupid could procure and he was certainly neither of those. The man certainly was of the like, though he apparently did not see the situation from his economic viewpoint. The humans which populated the kingdom generated more money alive than dead.
A frown graced his scrunched visage, further contorting the already mangled look of displeasure he wore. His nose twitched while the flames fanned themselves as they stood in audience to their fight. Such a wild thing he appeared to be, Rune's hair was seized by the winds and blown out toward the sea so that his pretty white neck remained exposed, his black lisle legs exposed to the hip, his emerald sash tucked around his waist, one hand on the reins of his twitching whip while the other fingered at the revolver beneath his robes and, behind him, the candles that burned, like the witnesses of a furious injustice. The orb rocketed toward him with increasing speed. The man had somehow reflected the projectile to his amazement. "Oi, oi oi oi! The hell-?" he growled. With much dexterity, the merchant put forth all of his being into a roll which propelled him to the side, allowing the explosive to shuttle past the broken glass, and into the shop behind him. The explosion was massive. Sparks flew. The orange grew to be a hideous red, as if enraged by the volatile concoction of compacted gunpowder. Debris flew everywhere. A tremendous throbbing, as of one the engine that makes the earth turn, reverberated throughout the street. The sweet thunder shook the merchant to his core. Fingers, numb from the explosion, fumbled as he lassoed to the nearest outcrop of a balcony from the adjacent building. Blood dripped from his nose. He had sustained a greater deal of damage from the blast than he anticipated. He swung as he would were he a pendulum. The merchant drew his gun from the precarious perch of his metal vine and fired without hesitation at the delinquent. He suspected that the shots would do no more than distract the man, if not for a brief moment while he sought to gain the advantage of surprise. Rune leaped, using the momentum of the swinging whip, to the nearest rooftop. He then procured several bundles of caltrops which he showered over the man and his immediate surroundings. The previous explosive, having been lightweight in nature, was susceptible to the man's shockwave. The caltrops, however, weighed considerably and produced a "Shh shh shh" noise when agitated. They would not be so easily dispelled. With hazards everywhere, the merchant had hoped to restrict the neerdowell and his movement. "Shee shee shee shee!" he cackled briefly before spitting out a gob of blood, "Try not to jab your toes while you dance!" Bullets rained down on the man once more but with increasing speed. If he did not watch his step the man would be riddled in bullets, though Rune could not remain for long.
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Posted: Sun Mar 12, 2017 11:19 pm
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Squinting as the blast sent more smoke and dust thought the air, the sword wielding child appeared worse for ware. Bleeding almost gravely, he somehow managed to lasso himself to a nearby room before drawing a pistol on Yusuke. "Hmm..." While many unarmed combatants shy away from firearms, our wild yankee was different. He read the angle of the gun barrel as the boy shot repeatedly. From the way the bullets where fired, about two would be on a course for him. The others danced around him like flies as they zipped by before crashing into the ground.
Using his blood stained pipe to deflect the two rounds that came for him, Yusuke noticed that the boy had acquired several bundles of sharp objects before proceeding to shower them over his head. "Caltrops..."
Sharp spikes descended overhead just before light dawned over the marble head that was Yusuke. Rather than run or dodge the assault, he'd take the more simplistic route, and by that he'd take it on and return it.
The first wave of dropped spikes were sent back to their owner. Caltrops flying at high speeds with enough force to be mistaken for cannons rounds as he took each swing with a calculated effort. The rooftop the boy stood over would before nothing more than a ruin of what it once was as dozens of speeding, sharpened jacks came flying his way. The next wave blended with the first, causing Yusuke to defend himself. Deflecting the spikes that dared to come too close he began to move forward, taking the chance to send more caltrops toward the building before one made it through this guard.
Blood began to trail down the side of his forehead as the caltrop caught him. That's when things when red for the yankee. In an effort to vent out his rage the falling spikes seemed to stop raining and begin to launch themselves at the building the boy stood over. Yusuke had began to spin in such a savage way that he seemed little more than a small tornado. The caltrops would fall within a certain range before a loud Ding Ding Ding sound filled the air. Within his rage fueled stupor, Yusuke still maintained a target through his frustration. The building his assailant stood over would soon become nothing more that Swiss cheese by the rate he was going.
𝔇𝔯𝔞𝔤𝔬𝔫 𝔇𝔬𝔤𝔪𝔞
ｑｕｏｔｅｓ
ｔｅｃｈｎｉｑｕｅｓ
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Posted: Tue Mar 14, 2017 8:17 pm
ᴘᴡʀ: 000 | sᴘᴅ: 005 (015) | ᴇɴᴅ: 010 | ɪɴᴛ: 050 (065) | ᴀᴄᴄ: 025 (030)The very air was a vortex of chaos. The bullets which he rained down upon the man did not seem to have any effect. Out of the many he initially sent down, only two seemed to make contact with the metal bat which easily deflected his meager rounds. The thug eagerly took to embracing the wave of bullets. He strode toward the merchant without hesitation or fear of the damage he would sustain if even one of the rounds were to hit his body. Even the caltrops that he had dropped on the man seemed to have little effect on the man's progress as he swung at them as though he were swatting a bothersome fly. The merchant let out a sound of dismay as several of the spikes flew past, whizzing past him with an error margin of a few meters from his person. The man had great aim, he would give him that. Where they failed to hit the avian, the caltrops collided with stone walls, windows, and even the shingles that dangled at the edges of the rooftop where Rune sat perched. The tiles that were struck and did not shatter upon impact met their demise on the cobblestone below. He suspected that the building would not be able to last long. His whip, poised with the air of a snake ready to strike, lashed out at any spike which strayed too close to Rune.
The two went on deflecting each other's blows for some time until blood was drawn. Emerald eyes narrowed at the sight of claret running down the man's face. War painted his face with the color of crimson discord that his people attributed to the totems that decorated the large common areas. The two complementary colors, red and green, stood at opposite ends and at odds with one another. Violence and blood poised again endurance and vision. How quaint was it that they found each other on the battlefield. Rage tainted the man's soul just as blood trickled down his once unmarred visage.
Within moments, a violent twister came into being with the man at the very center of it all. The caltrops which were supposedly to halt his movement only found themselves caught within his orbit and like small comets, they rocketed toward the merchant. Grimacing, Rune gathered the segments of the sword and had them form a circular shield at which he held against the grooves of the tile and the base of the roof which he crouched upon. He held the makeshift shield at an angle as the caltrops battered the overlapping layers of sword. 'Ratatatatatatatata' they went as they bounced off the barrier. He gripped the shield with one hand while the other dug into his cavernous pockets, tinkering with what he had available to him to create a weapon that would prove effective against the human whirlwind. What he didn't calculate was the damage that was done to the overall frame of the house. Unknowingly, the reflected caltrops had weakened the structure of the building to the point where it could no longer sustain the weight of the merchant and thus caused the building to collapse. The minute the building began to buckle, Rune felt the vibrations and hurried in spite of the onslaught of the caltrops to complete his invention before fleeing. His eyes locked onto the nearest object he could latch onto; a lamp post. The whip went willingly to the metal pole. Dust and debris filled the air as the building crumpled under the weight of it's wounds. Unbeknownst to Rune, however, a stray caltrop, reflected from the man, perhaps one that was still in his orbit, had nicked the side of his temple and knocked the lad from his preordained course in mid swing. The result of which sent him tumbling down the street battered, bruised, and winded. A groan left his bloodied maw as he rolled himself to an upward lying position one hand still holding the pommel of the whip and the other clutching an odd orb that squirmed.
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