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 Posted: Tue Dec 29, 2020 5:50 pm
 Ren was just minding his own business, partying it up just outside of school to try and ease his nerves when a man with 8 arms came yelling at him about public decency and how a huntsman should properly behave. Confused and more or less wanting to relax, Ren sighed and chose to refuse, angering the man just enough to try and grab him, only for Ren to vanish. He landed upon his feet, just outside upon the streets of Vale with a stern look. "Look man, I need some time to relax, I can't be up at arms every moment of the day. If you want to teach me to be like that you gotta best me in fisticuffs then." He warned Otis, unknowing as to who he was as he removed his dress shirt, his gauntlets on display as he was fighting without a shirt or vest covering his torso. "When I'm around, it's party-o-clock and I do it to make everyone happy!" He told the man with a smirk as he entered his battle stance, a couple of hops here and there to keep himself ready.
Company: Otis Odin Oaklei Oakleigh Oakley Oaklee O'donnel Ottoman; Outfit: School Outfit(No vest or Shirt); Team: DSHR! ; Semblance: Party Time!
Status Effects: 0-Resist Aura(0/5), Electric Burning Fist(0/3)(Right hand)(0/3)(Left Hand)
Gear on hand:
6 Dust Slotted: Purple, White, Dark Orange, and Cyan.
Backpack:
6 pack of beer.
Weapon: Blasphemous Drunkard
Post Count: 76
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Posted: Sun Jan 03, 2021 11:50 am
Ottis Odin Oklei Oakleigh Oakley Oaklee O'donnel Ottoman
“Ocho”
Team OHMK
“Pick a hand and Imma slap you with it.”
Ocho adjusted his leather jacket as he walked down the street. It likely looked ridiculous, but you try to find clothing that has eight sleeves without having to have it custom made! Which this certainly was a custom job. If not evidenced enough by the golden O embroidered on the back. A part of him hated all his names, as it reminded him how his parents never seemed to give a damn. But it was him. He embraced who and what he was. And he had a specific image of what a Huntsman, especially a team leader, should be. So when he noticed Ren out and about just being a party partier, it set something off inside him. He stomped over to the man, all eight arms flailing. “Are you serious right now??” He shouted, “This is how you think a future Huntsman should act?” He reached out with four of his arms to grab the shorter Faunus, whom vanished. What the...?
Ren's voice filled his ears a short distance away and Ocho turned to face him. He tilted his head slightly at the comment of fisticuffs, the movement accented by his mohawk. “Is that so?” Octoboi took a step back and, two at a time, lifted all eight hands into his own fighting stance. Rather than bounce like his opponent, however, he planted his feet. “In that case, be my guest and pick a hand, Imma slap you with it.”
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Posted: Sun Jan 03, 2021 10:59 pm
Ren cracked his neck a tad while he watched the eight-armed chap proceed to lift them all up as he planted his feet. Asserting his dominance as the man stood tall, causing Ren to shake a bit as Octopi were known predators of the sea, ambush predators obviously, and Ren's ears were going nuts with the tremblings before he shook his head at the sudden question of pick a hand. Ren smirked before he soon stopped bouncing as he spoke. "Pick a hand huh? Then I choose this one!" He told Ocho as he dashed in, using his talent of speed to run up towards the man, but before he got within arm's reach, he kicked off the ground, aiming to leap over Ocho like a free-running obstacle but mid-leap, he'd turn it into a front flip to try and tag the man with a heel to the back of his head. The speed he was going would make it very hard for most people to keep up.
Company: Otis Odin Oaklei Oakleigh Oakley Oaklee O'donnel Ottoman; Outfit: School Outfit(No vest or Shirt); Team: DSHR! ; Semblance: Party Time!
Status Effects: 0-Resist Aura(0/5), Electric Burning Fist(0/3)(Right hand)(0/3)(Left Hand)
Gear on hand:
6 Dust Slotted: Purple, White, Dark Orange, and Cyan.
Backpack:
6 pack of beer.
Weapon: Blasphemous Drunkard
Post Count: 76
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Posted: Sun Jan 10, 2021 11:44 am
Ottis Odin Oklei Oakleigh Oakley Oaklee O'donnel Ottoman
“Ocho”
Team OHMK
“Pick a hand and Imma slap you with it.”
A hand was picked, but none were specifically pointed out. Excellent. Ocho would use all eight, then. A grin spread across his face as his opponent charged him. He loved a good fight, and hopefully this rabbit would provide one. However, Ren suddenly leaped over him. Damn this one was quick. Ocho, too, was capable of incredible bursts of speed, but he couldn't execute them regularly and he needed to see how consistently fast this one was before he committed to one less he leave himself at a disadvantage. Ren's heel cracked him in the back of his head indeed, but Ocho would respond by spinning and throwing a backhand with all four arms on one side at once. At the very least, he hoped the nearly three-foot area they covered would make it harder for his presumably quicker opponent to dodge.
Post Count: 2
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Posted: Sun Jan 10, 2021 11:11 pm
Ren managed to land his heel flip, and just as he landed on his feet with one more flip, his ears turned as he was warned of an oncoming attack. Ren didn't have much time to get out of the way, and instead, he rolled forward and was clipped at his left foot by the fists. He winced as he got back to his feet and pivoted around to look at Ocho from behind. At the time of the hit, his aura was up so it stung, but not by much as he smiled. "Not gonna lie.... kind of excited about having to fight someone who has more limbs than a spider." He told Ocho while he hopped on his feet, working the stinging pain out as he hadn't really gotten drunk, so his aura was healing the damage done slowly. "What else do you have?" He asked the octopus man, ready to attack once more as he stopped hopping.
Company: Otis Odin Oaklei Oakleigh Oakley Oaklee O'donnel Ottoman; Outfit: School Outfit(No vest or Shirt); Team: DSHR! ; Semblance: Party Time!
Status Effects: 0-Resist Aura(0/5), Electric Burning Fist(0/3)(Right hand)(0/3)(Left Hand)
Gear on hand:
6 Dust Slotted: Purple, White, Dark Orange, and Cyan.
Backpack:
6 pack of beer.
Weapon: Blasphemous Drunkard
Post Count: 76
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Posted: Mon Jan 11, 2021 8:52 pm
Ottis Odin Oklei Oakleigh Oakley Oaklee O'donnel Ottoman
“Ocho”
Team OHMK
“Pick a hand and Imma slap you with it.”
Ocho felt one his fists make contact with Ren, but it was glancing at best. The Rabbit-Man had rolled and avoided the majority of the counter attack. Was there something about his ears that allowed him to perceive danger? Perhaps, but that felt like too simple a solution. While, often times, such a solution held true, Ocho disliked trusting it on a hunch. More information was needed, and he would have it!
Ren bounced about and taunted him. “I have just as many-!” Ocho paused briefly and considered, “Huh. I guess I do have more than a spider. In that case you can choose a foot, if you'd like, and Imma kick you with it.” At the question of what else, he considered using his Semblance. Or his weapon. But it was specifically mentioned of fisticuffs. This party animal didn't deserve to not be stabbed, but Ocho was a man of principle. Kinda. And this bout was decided to not involve weapons. And what kind of Leader would go back on something like that?
Slowly, Ocho approached his opponent. His fingers randomly and idly snapped in a rhythm of 1, 1-2, 1-2-3, 1-2, 1-2-3-4. Once he drew close enough he would try something a little different than usual. His six bottom arms reached out to try to put Ren in a tight bearhug. Meanwhile his two upper arms would stretch out to either side in anticipation of his target avoiding either which way, the hands intending to pull him into the squeeze. If the bunnyman ducked or drew back, however, Ocho would have missed completely.
Post Count: 3
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Posted: Tue Jan 12, 2021 5:23 pm
KnightsRoyal Ren chuckled as the man responded about having just as many before he realized he had more, then offered a foot to be kicked with. Ren chuckled as he cracked his neck before he brought his left leg up as the man began to approach. He didn't have his fist weapons equipped, but his legs were covered in his steel greaves as he smiled. The snapping of his fingers were quite audible as he looked quite menacing as he approached. Then, his ears flicked to the sides and then down as he was warned when the hands started to move. Ren ducked low, looking up at Ocho with a smile as he soon said. "You said pick a leg, I choose this one!" He told him as he launched a low grounded kick at Ocho's left leg, aiming for the shin to kick his leg out and get him to a knee. If he missed he'd be wide open for a stomp retaliation before rolling away.
Company: Otis Odin Oaklei Oakleigh Oakley Oaklee O'donnel Ottoman; Outfit: School Outfit(No vest or Shirt); Team: DSHR! ; Semblance: Party Time!
Status Effects: 0-Resist Aura(0/5), Electric Burning Fist(0/3)(Right hand)(0/3)(Left Hand)
Gear on hand:
6 Dust Slotted: Purple, White, Dark Orange, and Cyan.
Backpack:
6 pack of beer.
Weapon: Blasphemous Drunkard
Post Count: 76
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Posted: Sun Jan 24, 2021 1:09 pm
Ottis Odin Oklei Oakleigh Oakley Oaklee O'donnel Ottoman
“Ocho”
Team OHMK
“Pick a hand and Imma slap you with it.”
All four of Ocho's fists only hit the air as his opponent ducked beneath them. Damn the height difference! Ren made another snide remark before kicking Ocho's shin out from beneath him and rolling away. Ocho would allow his knee to drop to the concrete beneath them before rolling forward over his shoulder himself to give chase. Once his roll was complete, Ocho sprang off his feet and sought to deliver a knee to Ren's jaw while his opponent was hopefully off balance. Despite his best efforts, Ocho was smiling. What had started off as anger and annoyance had almost entirely shifted into fun. Perhaps this Ren was onto something.
Post Count: 6
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Posted: Mon Jan 25, 2021 5:23 pm
Ren managed the kick and was rolling way to the side, beginning to get back to his feet when he saw the shadows around him. He looked up and was quick to take a knee by the giant Octo man, causing him to stumble back to a stand as his aura took the hit. He shook his head, holding a hand up to his jaw as he rubbed his chin. "Jesus christ! Your legs pack power!" He commented as his aura relaxed, repairing any damage done slowly as he cracked his neck and brought his right hand up. "But don't think if you land another it'll be over, I can still fight!" He told him as he only had the one gauntlet and set of greaves equipped.
Company: Otis Odin Oaklei Oakleigh Oakley Oaklee O'donnel Ottoman; Outfit: School Outfit(No vest or Shirt); Team: DSHR! ; Semblance: Party Time!
Status Effects: 0-Resist Aura(0/5), Electric Burning Fist(0/3)(Right hand)(0/3)(Left Hand)
Gear on hand:
6 Dust Slotted: Purple, White, Dark Orange, and Cyan.
Backpack:
6 pack of beer.
Weapon: Blasphemous Drunkard
Post Count: 76
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