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Quiyón` Legacy~ Shattered Order [RP]

Discussion in 'Roleplay Archives' started by Red Starr, Sep 30, 2013.

  1. The small and bustling trade town of T'skai; Serpent's Pass in old Mantuanese tongue. A small piece of budding industria situated in the middle of the most densely populated pine forests and glacial mountains near the arctic circle. Myriads of people from different races passed by the wooden structures of the town to set up trading shops filled with wares and weapons, crystals and sweets from far-away lands as for the demands of the items were high not only in Mantua but in the Sinchuan continent. To many of the people living in Southern Anarchy's Nest, T'skai was a promising town to start up a dream business for their foreign items and buy them just as much. To a set few, T'skai was a secret battle ground.



    Night had fallen after a long day of preparations in the main central square of the town. Little children laughed and played around the edges of the sidewalks with lit lanterns held on with a string while an ensemble composed of a violinist, an Erhuist, and a man with a cheaply made tub drum played away traditional songs for the summer season. With the tops of every wooden shop lit with small spherical bulbs and threads of colorful paper decorations connecting from rooftop to rooftop, it was ideal for T'skai's older folk to sit under in wooden chairs to enjoy the scenery and more importantly the food; The nearby forests provided all the chicken and pig to last well-beyond the festivities. All of this cheerful commotion was to celebrate T'skai's 13th founding and also the mayor's birthday. And as a traditional bonus, today was also a day for shopkeepers to keep their businesses open to sell their wares to local travelers visiting the cheerful town's festival.

    "Hey Ms. Kanae! How 'bout another jar of licorice to suit? I can't get enough of it!" a young boy ecstatically waved around an empty jar in front of a beautiful black-haired woman wearing a yellow kimono. She seemed like a foreigner, but the way the children flocked to her made her seem like just any regular-old shopkeeper. Kanae smirked and rose a brow, placing her hands on her hips. "Hold up there kiddo, I have a limited supply of those. They were fresh out of a Celafloran soldier's smuggling hands. Now, let just treat it as it should be and buy something else, hm?"

    The boy simply shook his head and yelled out loud enough to catch the attention of most of the celebrating townsmen and travelers."No, I want licorice! Licorice licorice licorice!--" Until a deep, rumbling voice silenced him from behind Kanae. 

    "The woman said no, kid. It aught to be enough for you to either buy something else or pacify your need elsewhere."

    "....S-Sorry then. I'll..go."

    Kanae looked back at the man who silenced the kid and shook her head. He was alone at the farthest end of the shop and from where Kanae set up her little table filled with various crystals, technology, and candy. His entire figure was almost engulfed in darkness due to the lack of proper lighting, but it was obvious that the man was facing a large set of shelves riddled with glistening fragments of glass and carefully observed every detail of it. "Minaro," Kanae sighed. "Minaro, quit looking at that. It wont help you capture them, ya'know. Why don't you come back tomorrow morning when the light is better and look for clues on those robbers then?" The man turned his head at the woman and narrowed his eyes. He bit part of his lip for a moment but then let it slide past his teeth. The shadows covered most of his face, but at least there was a faint hue coming from his mint eyes and a glimmer of light reflecting from the left side of his cheek down. He looked back at the shelves. "I can see fine in this light, don't worry. If I figure out who caused this I can capture him and hang him in town square just before the party ends."

    Kanae's eyes widened. "No NO! Minaro please don't be rash! That's sickening!" 

    "Yeah...I suppose it sounds bad....well, in my opinion that punishment sounds too good for him. "  Minaro scoffed, then picked up a glass shard. "Just keep selling. I'll be leaving soon so I need you to just sell out or something."

    "Brute." Kanae sighed and placed her elbows on the table of wares. /I'd kill to take a break and sample some food...gosh, I haven't ate a thing since this morning...I really need an assistant....but not Minaro. Bleck!/
     
    #1 Red Starr, Sep 30, 2013 at 10:25 PM
  2. Though there was commotion all across the town due to the festival there was no place with a louder commotion than at certain part of the town square. A massive flock of people had gathered to form a large circle and they were loudly cheering and jeering at whatever was at the center of the circle. Within the ring of people several large wooden stakes had been driven deep into the ground into a circular formation and fenced in to create a wooden pen of sorts. A sign with the word "Arena" pained on it in bold red lettering was nailed to one of the stakes. At the center of the pen were three people, two men and a woman, the subject for all the shouting and cheering. One of the men had a fairly mundane appearance and was standing in between the two other people. The man on his right possessed the stature of a bear with muscle covering every inch of his massive body. He stood with his arms crossed and a very confident grin on his bearded face. The woman on the other hand appeared far more frail when compared to the man and wore a purple doll dress adorned with flower patterns of a lighter color. The way she was dressed as well as her overall composure gave the image of a noblewoman and she would most certainly appear to be one if not for her bare feet.

    "Ladies and gentlemen, we are to witness the battle between our reigning champion Zangief and the challenger Xue Lianhua." The man in the center announced before backing off, "And...begin!"

    The large man suddenly let out a shout, except with his booming voice it was more of a roar. It was hard to say whether it was for intimidation or perhaps the man was just getting himself pumped; even more difficult when the man's battle cry was interrupted as the woman's foot made direct contact with the side of his head. And as the man stopped to hold his head with one hand the woman delivered another quick and evidently very painful kick to the other side of the head before immediately jumping back to avoid the swing of the man's massive arm. The man, now clearly enraged from having to take those two kicks let out another thunderous shout and as he did so he charged straight for the woman. He swung his arm back to ready a punch and the woman, instead of getting out of the way, simply positioned herself in a martial arts stance and held her ground. Just as the man swung his arm Lianhua took a step back and to the side with only her right foot, promptly sidestepping to avoid the punch with her arms held out. She grabbed hold of the man's arm before he had a chance to react and retract it, and with a quick movement of her arms flipped the man over using his arm as a lever. However instead of just falling to the ground the man's momentum was far too great and he was sent flying even after being flipped. There was a loud crash and the man finally stopped eleven or twelve feet outside the pen with broken pieces of wood lying beside his body.

    The crowd was shocked into silence as none of them had expected this fragile-looking young woman to beat that bear of a man, and she had done it so quickly too. Then they nervously glanced at each other as they heard the woman's words. They were quick, concise, and to the point. "So, who's next?"

    The next half an hour or so consisted of the woman tossing around every capable fighter in the crowd like ragdolls.
     
    #2 Irouk Inverse, Oct 3, 2013 at 5:32 AM
  3. Jimmu Karaguchi rummaged through the crowd towards the arena that everyone was talking about. Rumor had it that there was a new challenger who was tearing up the competition, even beating the previous champion. While he wasn't planning on entering the competition this yeah, these rumors surely got him interested. Whoever this guy was, Jimmu knew he had to be tough to simply come into town and beat everyone senseless -- Anarchy's Nest may not be much of a challenge for Jimmu to fend off, but he still realized it was tough.

    Some of the people he passed in the crowd recognized Jimmu -- as might be expected for one of the most infamous young men in the region as Jimmu was -- and immediately made way for him. Part of that group almost seemed to have a look of mockery to their faces, which at the time, Jimmu assumed it was because they could think this new challenger could best him.

    Luckily, Jimmu had managed to get to the ring between fights. With nobody in the circle but this new challenger, Jimmu entered without a second glance at this person. As he entered, he immediately began speaking, his gaze still not even passing over the challenger. "I hope you're tough," he started, slowly turning in the direction of the challenger, "you'll need to be to even imagine bea--" Finally, he got a glance at the challenger.

    "Oh, you've gotta be fucking with me," he said as he laid eyes uon the other person in the ring, "What's a woman doing in here? Especially one like this? This's gotta be some kinda joke." Of course, he entered the ring, which meant that he would indeed have to fight. He figured that unless somehow push came to shove, he would definitely go easy. Surely this wasn't the person who beat everyone!
     
    #3 The Kakuzato, Oct 3, 2013 at 10:51 PM
  4. "Next." Lianhua stated monotonously as another man was tossed to the side and out of the makeshift arena, not that there was much left of it anyway. The wooden stakes were all pulled out of the ground with all the planks shattered from so many people running or more commonly being thrown into them. These people were pushovers who have probably gotten all their combat experience through the occasional bar fights; they had no chance to match her in either skill or physical ability. Scanning around through the crowd it soon became clear that no one else wanted to fight her, either none of them was capable of throwing a few punches around or they just didn't want to be launched five meters up in the air and back down into a pile of wood planks. Lianhua was about to take her prize and leave when she spotted movement within the crowd. It wasn't long before someone squeezed through the flock of people and made his way into where the arena used to be, taunting her with the usual pre-fight banter without even turning to face her.

    When the man did eventually turn toward her his attitude turned around completely, and it was rather insulting. Judging from the man's words and his reaction according to him women couldn't fight. It didn't matter if he was a better fighter than the others before him. At least the ruffians had enough respect not to say anything about her gender. "My name is Xue Lianhua. Pleased to meet you." Lianhua spoke with a stoic expression, her tone not portraying any emotion. And immediately after introducing herself Lianhua took a quick few steps toward the man, quickly closing the distance between them and swinging her right leg up aiming for the side of the man's head. She didn't give the man any time to react to her introduction so usually her opponent's brain would still be stuck on the introduction and they would fail to notice the kick, allowing her to practically get a guaranteed hit off immediately.
     
    #4 Irouk Inverse, Oct 4, 2013 at 4:57 AM
  5. "Huaah! Look at all the people gathering over there, Minaro! I can't quite see the distance clearly but I could definitely make out a crowd near the makeshift arena!" Kanae leaned forward on her table of wears to grab a closer look of the commotion happening not too far from her little shop's stand. The dim lighting enveloping the rooftops of the farthest southern reaches of the festivities didn't provide much visibility during the long a cheerful night, so Kanae squinted as much as she can and moved forward until toppling a couple of crystalline vases over. The woman fiddled her hands to catch each vase quite quickly and gave out an embarrassed sigh. Minaro on the other hand peaked over and thought to himself on how much of a clutz Kanae always was ever since he met her. However, her reflexes were not normal for a woman who claims to have no abilities whatsoever....

    Minaro shook his head and coughed to get Kanae's attention. "Well, looks like I need to head out now." he muttered under his breath. "What? Why? You've only been looking for three hours! Come on, stay! Stay!~" Kanae turned herself to face Minaro and leaned back on her table. "Look, I know you kinda don't like being around too many people...so I'll make you a deal." 

    "Hm?"

    Kanae winked. "If you stay and keep looking for clues in my shop, I'll give you a pack of smokes. It's free of charge...courtesy of me."

    "Heh...you're good. How'd you know I like that?" Kanae gave a suggestive smirk and walked on over to Minaro. Her delicate white finger dragged across his shoulder all the way down to his chest. Before Minaro could even react properly, she slid her finger back up and bopped the tip on his nose. Kanae's voice softened. "You have an interesting musk, Klecqluna. It wasn't so hard to figure out."

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    #5 Red Starr, Oct 6, 2013 at 6:53 AM
  6. "Huaah! Look at all the people gathering over there, Minaro! I can't quite see the distance clearly but I could definitely make out a crowd near the makeshift arena!" Kanae leaned forward on her table of wears to grab a closer look of the commotion happening not too far from her little shop's stand. The dim lighting enveloping the rooftops of the farthest southern reaches of the festivities didn't provide much visibility during the long a cheerful night, so Kanae squinted as much as she can and moved forward until toppling a couple of crystalline vases over. The woman fiddled her hands to catch each vase quite quickly and gave out an embarrassed sigh. Minaro on the other hand peaked over and thought to himself on how much of a clutz Kanae always was ever since he met her. However, her reflexes were not normal for a woman who claims to have no abilities whatsoever....

    Minaro shook his head and coughed to get Kanae's attention. "Well, looks like I need to head out now." he muttered under his breath. "What? Why? You've only been looking for three hours! Come on, stay! Stay!~" Kanae turned herself to face Minaro and leaned back on her table. "Look, I know you kinda don't like being around too many people...so I'll make you a deal." 

    "Hm?"

     "If you stay and keep looking for clues in my shop, I'll give you a pack of smokes." Kanae winked. "It's free of charge...courtesy of me."

    "Heh...you're good. How'd you know I like that?" Kanae gave a suggestive smirk and walked on over to Minaro. Her delicate white finger dragged across his shoulder all the way down to his chest. Before Minaro could even react properly, she slid her finger back up and bopped the tip on his nose. Kanae's voice softened after the tease which caused Minaro to stick his full attention to her face. More importantly...her parted lips that were just inches away from his being. Minaro felt it a little hard to swallow. "You have an interesting musk, Klecqluna. It wasn't so hard to figure out."

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    A bone-shattering crackle split the night with cascading ivory fragments joyously following a splattered mess of blood from once swift swipe. In an open field illuminated by the distant T'skaian festival, one head rose from the depths of darkness dawning a victorious smile that parted his blood-stained face. His eyes were choked of any remorse and yet glimmered with unspoken glee, yet, there was more to his mere silent expression than one may think.
     
    #6 Red Starr, Oct 6, 2013 at 7:06 AM
  7. "Huaah! Look at all the people gathering over there, Minaro! I can't quite see the distance clearly but I could definitely make out a crowd near the makeshift arena!" Kanae leaned forward on her table of wears to grab a closer look of the commotion happening not too far from her little shop's stand. The dim lighting enveloping the rooftops of the farthest southern reaches of the festivities didn't provide much visibility during the long a cheerful night, so Kanae squinted as much as she can and moved forward until toppling a couple of crystalline vases over. The woman fiddled her hands to catch each vase quite quickly and gave out an embarrassed sigh. Minaro on the other hand peaked over and thought to himself on how much of a clutz Kanae always was ever since he met her. However, her reflexes were not normal for a woman who claims to have no abilities whatsoever....

    Minaro shook his head and coughed to get Kanae's attention. "Well, looks like I need to head out now." he muttered under his breath. "What? Why? You've only been looking for three hours! Come on, stay! Stay!~" Kanae turned herself to face Minaro and leaned back on her table. "Look, I know you kinda don't like being around too many people...so I'll make you a deal." 

    "Hm?"

     "If you stay and keep looking for clues in my shop, I'll give you a pack of smokes." Kanae winked. "It's free of charge...courtesy of me."

    "Oh...? You're good. How'd you know I like that?" Kanae gave a suggestive smirk and walked on over to Minaro. Her delicate white finger dragged across his shoulder all the way down to his chest. Before Minaro could even react properly, she slid her finger back up and bopped the tip on his nose. Kanae's voice softened after the tease which caused Minaro to stick his full attention to her face. More importantly...her parted lips that were just inches away from his being. Minaro felt it a little hard to swallow. "You have an interesting musk, Klecqluna. It wasn't so hard to figure out."

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    A bone-shattering crackle split the night with cascading ivory fragments joyously following a splattered mess of blood from once swift swipe. In an open field illuminated by the distant T'skaian festival, one head rose from the depths of darkness dawning a victorious smile that parted his blood-stained face. His eyes were choked of any remorse and yet glimmered with unspoken glee; there was a sense of mystery, desire, and misconstrued emotions swirling in his glowing navy blue irises that were amplified by the chunks of flesh and blood that filled his face so much. The man's body remained stationary. Below were his hands-- one hand in particular...lodged right through another human being from his lower back, clutching something with a vice grip. The man cackled softly. He tugged and pulled his arm back slowly. And the victim's only salvation now was death. Even though with this man, his murderer, he knew far too well that even death will not free him from this piercing agony.

    "This..." he pulled harder. "Is for the frustration--" He yanked until.... "And this--" ..the sound of muscle separating from bone at last silenced the agonizing man from his suffering. He pulled out his spine. "--Is my gift, to you."

    From a distance, a pair of men watched in horror under the macabre sight and display. So horrifyingly sickening that their stomachs revolted to such action. One man turned his head away and released all he had ate onto the grass while the other one grit his teeth and then spoke up to the gruesome man. "...G-Ggggh...isn't th-this going too far..?" 

    He stood silent, looked down, then rose his head up once more and broke a smile. A laugh, a mocking chuckle. The question entertained the man quite a lot. He tilted his head only slightly to meet the eyes of the asker and there it was; the other side of his face that was concealed in utter darkness illuminated as he moved. Intricate phantom-like blue lines under his eyes and spreading up to his jawline almost as if it were a series of branches of veins. Energy pumped and pulsed, making seem like its carved right into the man's flesh. Chuckling, he finally spoke. "I couldn't have, boy." He inhaled and exhaled loudly. "After all, I'm free to do my whim, aren't I?"

    "I-- Yes, sir..."


    The man turned his head eastwards. "Now..." his fingers gripped onto the spine until crushing it completely. Although there were obvious fragments and fluids spilled around, a ghostly mist of cyan trickled out from it and dashed its way to the man's patterned cheek until it was fully absorbed. "You curious about my next whim?"
     
    #7 Red Starr, Oct 6, 2013 at 7:29 AM
  8. Jimmu was actually quite happy when the girl threw that skillful kick.  He wasn't paying much attention to what she was saying -- it was something learned that smack talk was expected in these fights; something you do even when you know the opponent isn't paying attention, and you don't take heed of their own words.

    With a smile that, without words, seemed to aay something along the lines of "Feisty, huh?  I like that." he thrust up a bandaged hand to block the kicking coming right in on his head.  ;Despite what one might expect from someone of Jimmu's frame, not to mention the bandages, his gave very little, only moving enough that neither person was hurt by the strike.

    This was how he fought.  He didn't care if it wasn't "fair play;" nobody could prove that he was using his powers to manipulate the inertia of his body.  Then, in a rather sarcastic tone, obviously still talking smack, but still a fairly honest question, "Hey, wanna go out after this?" Then, to increase his speed even further than what it could otherwise be, he began a spin, which he would transition into a brutal backfist.  "I know a great ramen place down the street."
     
    #8 The Kakuzato, Oct 8, 2013 at 4:30 AM
  9. Lianhua was expecting the man to do something about her kick. He appeared to be at least a step above the common street rubbish she was dealing with earlier. However what she hadn't expected was for him to block her kick so easily and barely moving an inch. Not to mention that it didn't seem like the kick did much to him. Judging from his relatively slim stature the force of the kick would have at least had the man stumbling back a step or two even if he blocked it. Besides that the impact made when her kick connected also felt strange, that couldn't be right.

    She didn't think much of it however, as she had to react to a spinning fist flying toward her at a high speed. It gave her even less time to answer his quite sarcastic question but she managed a smirk and a response in time. "If you can beat me then sure." Out of instinct her right arm flew up and she blocked the fist with her left arm crossed behind her right acting as support. The pain shot through her arm but she ignored it as it would quickly fade away. Lianhua immediately took the opportunity to grab hold of the man's arm and made an attempt to hoist the man over her shoulder and flip him onto his back. No matter how resilient he might be being thrown onto the ground would definitely injure him.
     
    #9 Irouk Inverse, Oct 8, 2013 at 5:39 AM
  10. Stopping his words to Kanae as she apperantly showed a very direct tactic of seduction [to make him stay and work, of course], Minaro looked over to the woman standing in front of them and tilted his head. She looked like she was not from around these parts, hence why she appeared to be quite different from the rest of T'skai's people. Her clothing suggested not only that she was a magic user, but it also made her look....cute. She had a fair figure that showed her health and a very interesting way of speaking. So he wasn't so big on saying much for the moment as the woman asked for an explanation. He knew Kanae would jump right into that for sure out of her sheerly extreme personality. Minaro simply moved away from Kanae and leaned onto the doorway and held his gaze at the stranger.

    "Welll....that person who's shop was robbed was me. My name's Tojigahimo Kanae, the owner of this place and well...this mess here too."

    Kanae snapped a nice and curt smile at Vesclaia with a look that normally nobody would have when they're dealing with a crime. She then exaggerated her sigh and placed her elbows upon her table of wares in order to rest her cute head on her knuckles. Strands of beautiful straight black hair flowed down to scrape her arms as she answered with an instant change of attitude: a defeated tone. "Well anyway Vesclaia...well, yeah...some jerkwads robbed me last night and left a big ol' mess. They took a great amount of this powder we call 'Helphasia' and a great chunk of my earnings.." Kanae groaned and rolled her eyes, muttering "..Right before the festival, no less. Pigs."  

    Without warning, Kanae stood up and looked over at Minaro, who was carefully watching Vesclaia from behind the perky shop owner with a brow raised, and then turned back at Vesclaia with a smile. "Anyway...~! I wont let that bring me down. I got Minaro here to help me catch those crooks ya know?"

    Silence ensued. Minaro stood quiet and then quickly snapped his head to the east and let out a slight gasp to himself. Without anyone knowing, Minaro's attention shifted quickly from the conversation to a faint sound in the outskirts of town. A...blood-curling cry? He knew that beyond T'skai was a common place where tortures between criminals would take place, but something within his being dropped stone cold. The shapeshifter felt the air thin, making it slightly uncomfortable to breathe. To him, all the cheerful sounds of the festival began to vanish, leaving only a small isolated murmur of someone screaming out in pain left. This wasn't right. 

    Then an entirely different sound caught his definite attention and concern. The sound of flesh and bone being ripped apart. It echoed wildly for a moment before another sound interrupted it; Minaro's very own grunt. Kanae paused for a moment and looked at the shapeshifter with some concern. "You alright there?..."

    "..No, no. I can't stay here."

    "Why not..?" She asked. Minaro gave her a concerned look that immediately signaled to her that he wasn't kidding about leaving. She sighed. "M'kay....I guess I'll pay you now for your services or..."

    Minaro glanced at Vesclaia and then at Kanae, then bowed his head politely at the shop owner. "Pay me later, I don't think I have time to wait for you to give me those beads." He looked eastward. "Something unsettling is unraveling up ahead. I need to check it out before anything."
     
    #10 Red Starr, Oct 10, 2013 at 4:26 AM
  11. So the girl, whose name Jimmu now wished he'd bothered to remember --Lan Fan or some such -- was planning on using Jimmu's momentum against him. It was basic physics, after all, "objects in motion tend to stay in motion," of course, Jimmu never really listened to that philosophy.

    Instead, he simply stayed right where he was, with that strain his body gave whenever he made it ignore such a fundamental law of physics. Pain shot through his arm as the muscle pulled against the woman's grip. Jimmu gave a small wince, as if he had simply pricked his finger rather than nearly rip all the tissue in his arm fighting against hysics as he did. Gonna have to do something about that afterwards, he thought to himself, already knowing full well the kind of damage he just did to his arm.

    "Now, now," he said, deceptively calmly, as if mocking the woman, "can't have you doing that, can we?" As if to answer his own question, he brought his opposite arm up below his caught one, in an uppercut aimed in the general area of her solarplexus. With any luck, the tangle of arms above would block her vision of this strike, and end up not only sending her a few feet back, but also knocking the wind out of her.
     
    #11 The Kakuzato, Oct 12, 2013 at 7:08 AM
  12. Lianhua had expected the man to have been tossed onto his back and groaning in pain. Not for him to refuse to budge even an inch despite  the momentum he had gained from the spin. It was definitely not something that should happen as even though as a woman she would have less raw physical strength the momentum the man was moving with would have made flipping him over quite a simple task. Her eyes narrowed as they fixed themselves onto the man's face but before she could try to read his expression she caught movement from below and instinctively bent and raised her right leg up to protect herself.

    Immediately she winced in response to the strike on her leg, this time more painful than the blow she took to her forearm earlier. The man had tried to deliver a punch to her abdomen area and she had managed to block it with her leg. However the punch ended up striking precisely the area under her kneecap where the bones connected. Once again ignoring the pain Lianhua pulled one hand back but gripped on to the man's wrist tightly with her other. Then with a few quick snaps of her right leg delivered three swift kicks aimed at the same general area the man aimed for, the abdomen. But Lianhua could feel the hit she took on her leg affecting both the speed and power of her kicks already. Even though it was only a minuscule change it was enough for her to have noticed.
     
    #12 Irouk Inverse, Oct 16, 2013 at 3:19 AM
  13. "Please, Minaro, let me come with you. It is not safe, even for one such as yourself to travel alone."

    Minaro blinked while grazing his finger under his chin. As the woman went on with her plead on acompaning him, Minaro kept most of his focus from afar. The yelling seemed to have stopped echoing towards T'skai, but there was a lingering odor carrying through the air that even the shapeshifter himself found to be a little bitter whiff of something. The thought of something amiss irritated him. Out of all days...this had to happen when the town was at it's maximum capacity of people, most of which could not defend themselves against anyone who had the proper weaponry to do so. All the had was martial arts. That in itself was ineffective towards a good amount of thieves littering Southern Anarchy's Nest lands. He knew because he saw first-hand how close combat could easily fall under a power or magic. Minaro looked at Kanae and placed his hand on her shoulder briefly until he stepped down to the cobblestone floor of the street to face Vesclaia directly. Under the better light revealed his black metalic jaw on the right side of his face. It wasn't so bad that it would've made Minaro look terrible, but the sight of black teeth held together by an artificial jaw could give any ordinary person a good scare or two. Minaro stood and looked away to where he presumed the trouble would be at "You'd think I wouldn't know my own land enough to know it's dangerous here?" Minaro chuckled to himself. "15 years is enough time for anyone to come to that conclusion." He snorted and looked back to mutter an answer. "It's best that I go alone." He looked back at Kanae and tipped his hat, then made his way out of the shop and straight ahead to the Eastern Gate leading to Shaika Plains; the place where the presumed disturbance was at.
     
    #13 Red Starr, Oct 19, 2013 at 2:11 AM
  14. Minaro warily heard Vesclaia's footsteps following behind him in a slow pace. Hasn't he been more clearer about the situation? The shapeshifter felt uneasy about a traveler getting into the criminal affairs that plagued the lands. Nobody outside of Anarchy's Nest could never comprehend what horrible things happened across the borders. This land was much like a breeding ground for chaos; for any outsider, this trait of Anarchy always hits them in the worst way possible: directly. Minaro recalled the past times where traveler count was high as he looked back to glance at Vesclaia from far away. In the past when he was too reluctant to even get near T'skai, he would always spot trouble down below from his cliff side perch. The sight of a man (or woman in a rare case or two) coldly hanging innocent children or taking people hostage for randsome-- even setting the town ablaze. He remembered the strong odor of blood and bile painting the cobblestone streets and the hint of ash below his perch thanks to the filth roaming around his lands. Each time something bad would happen, he did try his best to run them out...but they kept coming back. They kept returning in larger numbers. And now with extraordinary wickedness. Who's to say that the past will repeat itself again tonight? Minaro winced at the thought and stopped himself at the Eastern Gate. He sighed to himself suddenly and took a breath in. Maybe having her around wouldn't be so bad. Maybe.

    Beyond the Shapeshifter were two large wooden pillars holding two torches on their tops. Brilliant blue blazing lights flickered wildly under the slight breeze hitting it. Beyond the makeshift gate laid a lush green path highlighted by a stone brick road leading out eastward, touching upon the distance and reaching quite far. Minaro eyed Vesclaia from a distance and spotted her display of magic with curiosity. Despite the fact that she seemed to be good with her magic, he did not feel at ease. Minaro called out at the woman rather oddly to get her attention: "You're not going to heed my warning? Fine. I thought you valued your life more." He grunted."Just stay quiet or something until we arrive at the heart of Shaika Plains via walking."

    " Knowing the people here I take it you can't run past 25 MPH." Minaro muttered to himself.
     
    #14 Red Starr, Oct 19, 2013 at 3:43 AM
  15. Now was when the fight had truly began. Jimmu had given up his sardonic side, at least for now, to focus on this match. The woman still held a strong grip on Jimmu's arm. He could probably break out of it fairly easily, but not yet. Before he could get another move in, he felt a sharp sting in his abdomen. Not enough to really do any damage, or at least, until he felt the second. Then the third. Admittedly, it would probably be nothing more than a bruise, but it was a surprise nonetheless.

    However, he could feel in her movements that she had slowed. Of course, only fighters like these two in the ring would ever be able to even feel this change. The woman whose name Jimmu really should have paid attention to, with her most likely school-taught martial arts, and Jimmu, with all the skill he learned simply fighting on the street. This was a battle of not merely skilled fighters, but of two sides of that one coin.

    Jimmu could easily ignore the damage from the kicks. Even as he took the final blow from the woman's flurry of kicks, Jimmu pushed off with his rear leg, on the outside of the grip on his hand. Had this been a time for talking, he might have said something like "Care to dance?", but even his mind was too focused for stuff like this. Within an eyeblink, he was standing shoulder-to-shoulder with the woman, but with an amazing speed, spun around to the inside, with the non-planted foot coming straight towards the woman's foot from behind, so as to sweep her off her feet.

    Well, as far as this fight was concerned, anyway. Unless she had some secret of her own, she would most likely be falling to the ground straight onto her back to the side of Jimmu.
     
    #15 The Kakuzato, Oct 19, 2013 at 7:49 AM
  16. It seemed as though the woman had taken his word to heart as he heard a small snivel from behind. Minaro's words have always stepped on the toes of some, but to the point of making someone cry? The Shapeshifter stopped in his tracks and turned back his head to see the girl. Delicate fingers wiping off tears from her eyes in an attempt to hold in some pouring emotion-- that wasn't a good sign. Minaro felt a gut-feeling sinking in his being upon seeing that. He wasn't a mean guy at heart.. Especially to women. For some reason beyond his control, the one thing he can't take is seeing a pretty woman cry in front of him. Women in his opinion were the charming, good-looking prowesses that he admired greatly [especially in battle]. Those kind of women was all he knew as he spent a great amount of his teen-aged years in a major human city in southern Quiyón. Therefore seeing a woman cry was almost an uneasy event to sit through in. Cursing to himself in his head, he turned his body to face the woman as she neared closer to his location within the tall grassfields of Shaika, thinking. 

    The miles between them and the suspected disturbance were very lengthy as he thought. Firstly, a human would never be able to run there in less than a few minutes to catch the one causing trouble in time. No less than walking-- well, that was a completely different story. With the chance of this suspected disturbance fleeing the scene from which the blood-curling cry was heard,the human girl following him also played a part in the equation. Minaro then sighed to himself. 

    The Shapeshifter slowly walked up to Vesclaia; "...Urm." He looked away and tipped his hat; A kind of apologetic gesture as he really couldn't get the words "I'm sorry" out of his mouth.  "...I made you cry, didn't I?"
     
    #16 Red Starr, Oct 20, 2013 at 5:48 AM
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