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Noble Negative J3T Captain
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 Posted: Fri Jan 25, 2019 7:02 pm
This onsen resort is famous as one of the three major onsen in Japan. The unique bathing method of jikanyu (timed bathing) and yumomi (water beating) are customs that have been passed down since the Edo period. In addition to the high spring quality, the atmosphere of the resort is attractive with the Yubatake (literally means hot water fields, a wooden facility for thermal moderation of the water) located at the center. Also, this onsen resort boasts the greatest amount of hot spring water discharged in Japan. Claimed By:
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Posted: Mon Feb 04, 2019 2:27 pm
|| Acc: 50 || Str: 150 || Sta: 70 || Jmp: 0 || Air Time: 75 sec || Reaction: 60 || Air Reaction: 35 || AT Wear: 0% || ATs revved gently as she would allow the technology to keep her from properly walking, her body barely drifting when she cut around people as she moved forward through the onsen. It was crowded as usual and it seemed she was one of the few on her treks at all, eyes narrowed in displeasure at some of the looks she got for wearing them. When whispers started here and there she would put power into her legs and suddenly jump up onto one of the fences balancing with ease before frog jumping off it and on to the higher building more out of the sight of others. Clicking her tongue as she would speed along the roof tops and jump on them seeking out a single glimmer of gold among the onsen's many lights. Normally she would have happily enjoyed a bath, but she wasn't here too... she stopped as she stared at the flowing water fall of a hot spring. She swallowed thickly as something akin to need crawled through her weary body, a quiet keening started in the back of her throat as she thought how good that would feel on her stiff back and aching muscles. Ritz took a deep breath in as she suppressed her want for that immediate gratification and instead went back along to looking about the onsen...her eyes continued to drift back to the waterfall hot spring still.
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Posted: Mon Feb 04, 2019 10:05 pm
 [No Road][No Team][B-Class Rider][Fighter]
[Battle Strength: 100][Stamina: 170][Acceleration: 000][Jump: 000]
[Air Time: 50 Seconds][(Air) Reaction: 85]The situation at the warehouse had stuck with Serin in a rather good way. Although the blonde male had newly formed injuries, which had begun to heal but had not fully healed for sure, he seemed rather excited for the prospect of figuring out more about these regalia. He knew what they were in name but not the intricacies of them; let alone the intricacies of the storm riding world itself. He was told to rest and relax by hospital officials, but of course he wasn't going to do that. He got a new set of clothing and very simply made his way back out into the world. Of course he himself had no clue where to start when it came to anything involving the storm riders. For some reason though he felt a bit of a need to come to this place.....this onsen.
He didn't really know why...maybe it was just a part of him that was shouting at him to relax. Calm down, take a breather, maybe actually go take a dip in the onsen. Of course that meant very little to the blonde haired male's hard headed surface thoughts. He was well aware that beneath his clothing were bandages keeping his cuts safe from infection and the like, but if it came down to it he would have no issue with challenging someone or accepting a challenge should it come to be. Suddenly looking up he would see a figure moving along the rooftops. Of course...where most of the riders would be found. Familiar to him as he thought back to the last scene he saw before leaving the warehouse. The man would soon begin to follow...although that first meant getting into the air and onto the rooftops and then catching up. It'd take a while to get to this point...in fact it was likely that she would notice him before he managed to catch up anyways. It wasn't like he was trying to hide himself.
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Posted: Tue Feb 05, 2019 11:54 am
|| Acc: 50 || Str: 150 || Sta: 70 || Jmp: 0 || Air Time: 75 sec || Reaction: 60 || Air Reaction: 35 || AT Wear: 0% || Ritz moved with ease eyes searching in earnest for anything that would remotely resemble an emblem, then she heard the sound of another pair of ATs that would make her stop and look around. Eyes caught on another blond who had been apparently following her, she recognized him as the male who had previously followed the other guy who had thrown the cutting winds at them. She waited for him to catch up and looked him over, "Need something?" she questioned casually staring at him. He still should have been pretty beat up after that attack he took earlier, how was he running around so easily already, "You itchin for a fight still?" she offered after a moment wondering if he was still looking for a challenge himself.
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Posted: Tue Feb 05, 2019 3:07 pm
[No Road][No Team][B-Class Rider][Fighter]
[Battle Strength: 100][Stamina: 170][Acceleration: 000][Jump: 000]
[Air Time: 50 Seconds][(Air) Reaction: 85] Serin soon noticed that the woman had waited for him to catch up.to her after she caught wind of him. Well that was good...maybe. As he approached she questioned if he needed something, Thinking about it...he didn't really know if he needed anything in particular. However when she asked if he was itchin for a fight a small smile appeared on his face, perhaps that was exactly what it was. "Yeah, you could say that. I recognized you from the warehouse. Seemed pretty strong, and well I've just been jittery since then anyways." He explained as he scratched the back of his head with his left hand. "Not sure how official things like this need to be."
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Posted: Wed Feb 06, 2019 6:30 pm
|| Acc: 50 || Str: 150 || Sta: 70 || Jmp: 0 || Air Time: 75 sec || Reaction: 60 || Air Reaction: 35 || AT Wear: 0% || Ritzkuni stared the male down as he smiled, she looked non-chalant in return as he announced that she was on the right track. One brow cocked high at his remarks on recognizing her and then being jittery, so he was itching for a fight, good. She was too. A smirk played on her lips, "Don't think it needs to be official, a fight to fight is just as fun if it's fulfilling some desire right?" she shrugged, "Cube sound good? We could do it over one of these Onsen...or just on top of a building. Consider it a ring out if you step outside the onsen or building?" she questioned lightly her red eyes sparkling bright with interest.
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Posted: Wed Feb 06, 2019 7:18 pm
[No Road][No Team][B-Class Rider][Fighter]
[Battle Strength: 100][Stamina: 170][Acceleration: 000][Jump: 000]
[Air Time: 50 Seconds][(Air) Reaction: 85] Serin took in the woman's words and then would nod. "Yes, I suppose you are right," he began as he looked around the fairly large overall area and nodded. "I think your idea sounds good, leave the play area you lose. Kind of like sumo wrestling." Serin compared the idea to something he knew a bit more about. Of course it was still pretty different than that but none the less. Serin's eyes would close and he would take a breath. "Where would you prefer the onsen or the building?" He asked her, not particularly minding which area they use regardless.
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Posted: Wed Feb 06, 2019 8:22 pm
|| Acc: 50 || Str: 150 || Sta: 70 || Jmp: 0 || Air Time: 75 sec || Reaction: 60 || Air Reaction: 35 || AT Wear: 0% || Ritz would nod lightly and then smirk at the idea of sumo wrestling, it pretty much was considering the normal rule was whoever became incapacitated by the end of it as well. She'd glance around the area before taking note of the onsen and then the building, "Building, since I don't want to have to pay someone to fix water logged ATs." she decided not wanting to get antsy over her ATs being broken by something as minor as a cube fight, "You can pick the building since...I really don't care to look for one." she stated offering him the option to pick something about the battle.
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Posted: Wed Feb 06, 2019 8:46 pm
[No Road][No Team][B-Class Rider][Fighter]
[Battle Strength: 100][Stamina: 170][Acceleration: 000][Jump: 000]
[Air Time: 50 Seconds][(Air) Reaction: 85] Serin nodded at the woman's answer to where they would go, then opening his eyes he scanned the area until he noticed a particularly tall building that stood out above the rest of them. "The top of that one should be fine." He said as he would begin heading over to the building he pointed out hopefully with his opponent behind him. When they would eventually get to the top of the building he would position himself about five feet away from the exact middle of the building; another ten feet of building between him and the edge of the rooftop giving the particularly square rooftop a total distance of 30 feet from edge to edge. Removing gray jacket he wore to reveal a simple black short sleeve t-shirt that showed the bandaging that was clearly on his forearms and further up his arms as well. "Ready when you are, make your move." He said with a bite of a smile on his face. Although the smile looked typical it was more so for the excitement that comes with fighting.
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Posted: Thu Feb 07, 2019 7:29 pm
|| Acc: 50 || Str: 150 || Sta: 70 || Jmp: 0 || Air Time: 75 sec || Reaction: 60 || Air Reaction: 35 || AT Wear: 0% || Ritz would glance to where he indicated and then nod as she would follow him up to the large roof. She'd glance around to check for anything that might get in the way and found it to be pretty much okay for their fight, long as they didn't launch any tricks at the ground, which was honestly not something...that won't happen...heh. Ritz would take equal stance from the other as she would pull her own jacket off and wrap it around her waist, covering her messenger bag with her things in it. She'd not care about the male's wounds considering he wanted to fight despite the fact he was cut up, Ritz had minor scratches roving about her body though she looked much better off then him. An eyebrow cocked at his invitation she would bum rush him to straight street fighting, aiming to hook him in the face with her left fist. She wanted to see what he got since she was half sure he already knew what she did.
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Posted: Thu Feb 07, 2019 8:44 pm
[No Road][No Team][B-Class Rider][Fighter]
[Battle Strength: 100][Stamina: 170][Acceleration: 000][Jump: 000]
[Air Time: 50 Seconds][(Air) Reaction: 85] Serin was motionless as the woman before him moved quickly forwards. Aiming a closed fist strike straight at his face, which of course just put the man into a rather favorable position. As she got closer his own fist would close, his teeth clenching as he braced himself for his primary intention....taking her strike head on, and launching on of his own with the intent of connecting a punch to the woman's gut with his own left at the same time he would tank her punch to his face. Of course regardless whether or not she ended up taking her his, he would take hers. One might not say he took it unphased, but it seemed a lot like the man was durable enough to take things that might drop another person immediately like the punch that she had dealt to him.
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Posted: Thu Feb 07, 2019 8:55 pm
|| Acc: 50 || Str: 150 || Sta: 70 || Jmp: 0 || Air Time: 75 sec || Reaction: 60 || Air Reaction: 35 || AT Wear: 0% || Ritz moved with ease one leg forward with all the pressure on the front in order to accelerate herself forward, when the male made no intention of moving she'd watch for the tension's in his body. As a boxer as well as her branching into MMA she had gotten used to looking for what an opponent would do, he had what she assumed clenched his teeth and leaned back on one leg in order to steady himself. The minor movement of his arm and the way he had to move to aim for what she could assume was an uppercut or a gut punch. A smirk appeared on her lips as she hooked him, but her other arm which naturally defended her body when she fought was up in it's protective pose with her elbow just barely off to the side. She readjusted when she assumed he'd go for an uppercut and just got punched in the crook of her arm, while he'd possibly be sent reeling sideways. Pain spiderwebbed up her forearm and elbow since that still did hurt, but she wasn't winded like she would have been had he managed to hit her in the gut.
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Posted: Thu Feb 07, 2019 9:09 pm
[No Road][No Team][B-Class Rider][Fighter]
[Battle Strength: 100][Stamina: 170][Acceleration: 000][Jump: 000]
[Air Time: 50 Seconds][(Air) Reaction: 85] As his strike....missed it's intended target so to speak.even though it did hit something, Serin was glad that at the very least she wasn't going to be like those crazy people that are able to fire off things so just do that until they win. It was clear she knew how to fight, which meant this wasn't going to be some boring bout where he had to tank everything thrown at him until he reached his opponent. His arm never moved back into position, in fact Serin's whole posture showed openings as if he were inviting strikes. Meanwhile his left hand would unclench opening and then moving to grab her elbow that his fist had just struck. Then he would begin to fall backwards, his legs shifting forwards during his fall as if to unbalance her a bit to make it easier for her to be lifted from the ground by his movement, and then with a release to send her flying towards the edge. It was mostly instinct, something he did in other fights which in any normal place would be sending someone at a wall. However in this particular situation he forgot there was no wall to send her at.
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Posted: Thu Feb 07, 2019 9:25 pm
|| Acc: 50 || Str: 150 || Sta: 70 || Jmp: 0 || Air Time: 75 sec || Reaction: 60 || Air Reaction: 35 || AT Wear: 0% || Ritz would feel the punch connect and notice all the openings he gave, it was almost like a young fighter who didn't learn any type of art. When he had grasped her elbow she'd feel him begin to fall backwards and shift his legs under, he was going to toss her it seemed, which wouldn't be a bad idea in this case. The blond would allow herself to be pulled and would at the final point of where she would be optimally thrown reach with her free hand and grab the wrist that had her elbow in it's grasp. He'd let her go right as she fully clenched on and bend herself back shifting the center of his throw to being useless as all her weight plummeted down with her legs. She held onto him still as her AT's smashed into the ground and he'd be in an awkward position with both of them in a bridge now as she would keep her hand on him preventing his fall. With practiced effort her other hand now free latched onto his trapped arm and she'd bring all her weight up dragging him backwards against her as she straightened and then proceeded to toss him directly overhead and towards the edge of the building. Like a child throwing their stuffed animal down in a tantrum.
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Posted: Thu Feb 07, 2019 9:57 pm
[No Road][No Team][B-Class Rider][Fighter]
[Battle Strength: 100][Stamina: 170][Acceleration: 000][Jump: 000]
[Air Time: 50 Seconds][(Air) Reaction: 85] Serin knew he was in a poor position taking a few things into consideration. He was strong, but he could tell from the hits she was stronger. He could probably take hits harder than she could but being thrown was something he couldn't particularly deal with properly some might say, and he knew it was coming. As she began to straighten from the bridge position he would kick off the ground below him; he knew he wasn't going to be able to stop himself from being thrown but the momentum from kicking off the ground was make her ascent from their bridged position a bit faster than she might have expected, It would also give his lower body a bit more swing which would allow his legs to swing around and to deliver a sort of drop kick to the woman's chest just as she was releasing him to be thrown. As he moved towards the edge through the air when his body got close enough to the floor of the roof his hands would both slam down into it; halting his momentum just enough so instead of flying off the roof he would find himself at the very edge as he looked up towards his opponent, as if again waiting for another move.
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