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[Episode] Hunting Season
Mon Jan 11, 2021 12:52 am- Quest Info:
- Quest Name: Hunting Season
Quest Category: Episode
Player Participants: Seras Red (0), Canary Shotgun (0), Lu Shang (0)
Planned Location(s): Baterilla
Summary: There has been an increasing marine presence on Baterilla, putting many people on edge. As there have been increasing amounts of assaults at the hands of these lower marines, a group of citizens have decided to take matters into their own hands.
It seemed that with every passing day, this island was getting worse and worse. But then again, Seras doesn't know what she expected. One things for sure though, it wasn't going into a good direction.
For someone like Seras, the South Blue was a prime hunting ground. With there being to islands that the government had control over, if she ever wanted to start on her quest all she had to do was sail in their direction. The government probably knew this, or maybe they didn't and were just acting as usual, but in any case their influence somehow ended up on the island of Baterilla. In classic marine fashion, the first ship to arrive on the island was probably the largest and most obnoxious thing to exist. And the like the ship, the crew were the hardest thing to ignore on the entire island, and the local law enforcement ingores the high amounts of criminal activity happing right under it's nose daily. Wherever they went, you would know. Often drunk, loud, and harassing the locals was what they did best. As the days went on, this behavior continued, and it made some people really wonder why they were there at all.
Seras was one of those people, wondering the same thing as she watched something that brought her sick to her stomach.
"Hey, I said watch where you're going!" A tall, broad marine with dark hair let his fist fly and connect with the temple of an elderely woman. Him an two of his buddies were walking side by side down a narrow street known by the locals as "Flavor Town" due to the various restaurants that littered the sides of the street. In fact, Seras was watching the entire thing happen from a balcony, hoping that she was going to enjoy her meal. She no longer had an appetite.
From where Seras was sitting, she could obviously tell that the group of them were drunk, as one of them was laughing while the other watched with worry. If Seras had to take a wild guess, this guy was more worried about his job than the woman. Marines were nothing if not predictable, so when the bigger lad started beating down, Seras couldn't say she was surprised. What she was, however, was pissed. It wasn't like, flip tables and screaming pissed, but more of a calm and collected anger in which would fuel her actions.
A sigh would escape her lips as Seras put down her utensils and stood up from her seat. She moved closer to the edge of the balcony and started yelling at the oafs down below. "So what are you trying to prove here, huh? Big man in uniform is strong enough to beat up a feeble, old, probably deaf lady because she couldn't hear him? I would call you a disgrace to the uniform, but those two aren't much better. Maybe you guys are just all bottom of the barrel pieces of shit, huh?"
WC: 500
TWC: 500
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Re: [Episode] Hunting Season
Mon Jan 11, 2021 9:35 pmIt was a beautiful day on Batrilla Island in the South Blue. Even during the winter months, when it was too cold for most people to consider swimming in the clear blue seashore that ran along the island's pristine sandy beaches, the air was still warm enough and the sun still shone brightly enough for the beach goers to still be comfortable as they worked on their tans. This included men such as The Great Lu Shang, though truthfully, there was no other man such as he.
Lu Shang, who a few days ago had been smuggled to the island from the East Blue in the false bottom of a cargo ship, courtesy of his...business partners...in one of the East Blue's crime families, was making the best of his stay on Barilla. The fifteen foot plus tall mountain of man and muscle was splayed on the beach just yards away from the famous Flavor Town. The designer swim briefs that he wore, which cost more than most lesser men would likely ever earn, left little to the imagination. Flanking the massive man mountain were some voluptuous young beauties from Bellagio, the island's finest gentleman's club, who laughed and smiled as they ran their soft hands all over Lu Shang's big...thick...hard...muscles.
Behind the gorgeous women was a gaggle of the aforementioned lesser men, many of whom were quite literally standing in Lu Shang's shadow. They hovered around him the way vultures or other scavengers might over around a lion' den, hoping to pick up leftovers from the latest hunt. Unfortunately for them Lu Shang's appetite for pleasures of the female flesh was extremely voracious that day. He would leave nothing for those parasites to pick at.
Or maybe he would.
A commotion on the street behind them would draw the attention of the lovely ladies which would, in turn, draw the attention of Lu Shang. A group of drunken marines were beating on some elderly old hag. Under normal circumstances Lu Shang wouldn't have cared in the slightest but unfortunately him, and very unfortunately for the drunken marines, their violence was ruining the vibe on the beach which would make it that much harder for him to wet his sizable...appetite. He simply could not allow that.
“Lu, you were a hero in the East Blue weren't you?” asked one of the woman.
“Can't you save that poor woman?” asked another
Lu really had no choice, not if he wanted these fine young women to think he was a hero long enough for him to get what he wanted. The prize fighter turned fugitive jumped to his feet, standing tall and flexing his muscles in the sun. His nostrils flared as he marched over to the men. The smell of body odor and cheap booze was so strong on them that it honestly made him a bit nauseous. For that reason alone they deserved the beating they were about to receive. Never mind the fact that they were marines, the worst of the worst, directly responsible for everything bad that had happened to Lu Shang in the East Blue.
“Hey!” he bellowed to the drunks, his massive voice reverberating along the street and through the restaurants that lined it. “Why don't you bastards quit beating up little ladies and try putting your hands on a real man like me?! The Great Lu Shang!”
Lu Shang, who a few days ago had been smuggled to the island from the East Blue in the false bottom of a cargo ship, courtesy of his...business partners...in one of the East Blue's crime families, was making the best of his stay on Barilla. The fifteen foot plus tall mountain of man and muscle was splayed on the beach just yards away from the famous Flavor Town. The designer swim briefs that he wore, which cost more than most lesser men would likely ever earn, left little to the imagination. Flanking the massive man mountain were some voluptuous young beauties from Bellagio, the island's finest gentleman's club, who laughed and smiled as they ran their soft hands all over Lu Shang's big...thick...hard...muscles.
Behind the gorgeous women was a gaggle of the aforementioned lesser men, many of whom were quite literally standing in Lu Shang's shadow. They hovered around him the way vultures or other scavengers might over around a lion' den, hoping to pick up leftovers from the latest hunt. Unfortunately for them Lu Shang's appetite for pleasures of the female flesh was extremely voracious that day. He would leave nothing for those parasites to pick at.
Or maybe he would.
A commotion on the street behind them would draw the attention of the lovely ladies which would, in turn, draw the attention of Lu Shang. A group of drunken marines were beating on some elderly old hag. Under normal circumstances Lu Shang wouldn't have cared in the slightest but unfortunately him, and very unfortunately for the drunken marines, their violence was ruining the vibe on the beach which would make it that much harder for him to wet his sizable...appetite. He simply could not allow that.
“Lu, you were a hero in the East Blue weren't you?” asked one of the woman.
“Can't you save that poor woman?” asked another
Lu really had no choice, not if he wanted these fine young women to think he was a hero long enough for him to get what he wanted. The prize fighter turned fugitive jumped to his feet, standing tall and flexing his muscles in the sun. His nostrils flared as he marched over to the men. The smell of body odor and cheap booze was so strong on them that it honestly made him a bit nauseous. For that reason alone they deserved the beating they were about to receive. Never mind the fact that they were marines, the worst of the worst, directly responsible for everything bad that had happened to Lu Shang in the East Blue.
“Hey!” he bellowed to the drunks, his massive voice reverberating along the street and through the restaurants that lined it. “Why don't you bastards quit beating up little ladies and try putting your hands on a real man like me?! The Great Lu Shang!”
- Word Count:
- Word Count = 564
Total Word Count = 564
- GuestGuest
Re: [Episode] Hunting Season
Fri Jan 15, 2021 9:03 pmThat's not entirely true that the island was progressively getting worse or at least that what Canary believed. For two years since he had left home and for two years that he closed his eyes, relying solely on his other senses and that particular mystery that dwells within. It began with small flashes of colours providing the silhouette of a being - colours of which he could not explain at that time.
Time moved on and Canary grew wiser and colours blossomed into empathy. Strings plucked with bachi flooding the streets with varying degrees of note and colours coursing through the street like the northern lights. Happiness remained idle, admiring the musical virtuoso from afar. Respect coursing through the street, parting coins dripping into his tin, singing into his ears. Joy from children, dashing from and to and back like salmons fighting uphill on their pilgrimage. The blank faced Canary remained cross legged, his little spot marked with a tattered brown rug, on the corner of a building with a balcony. He paid no mind to people. The green robed man with the worn shamisen was there to collect alms in return of music.
Twilight approached and the activity of people dimmed, the colours slowly faded but one still remained. She was preparing to depart as Canary ceased his day long session. It was a long one Canary thought, surprised that the strings still remained intact and began to inspect. He rested the Shamisen on his lap and began to rest his palm against the three strings. Soft pling reverberated with his digits pressing against it lightly.
pling, pling plinnnnng, pling, THUD!
The sickening sound of flesh pounding against flesh and bone and a body fell. It was the one left standing, an elderly lady judging from the frightened yelp and moaning. His face twisted into a sneer upon reaction from the cries and the hounding laughter of men. Towering outline of a man, flanked with two slendered women egging and cooing the broad shouldered giant into fight.
Gently, he lay aside his shamisen besides him and rose upon his feet. A woman above him berated and cursed at the top of her voice but he stepped forward to the scene at a heighted pace. Canary was good at keeping his bottomless well of anger in check, but the cruelty towards elders was something left unsaid. He brushed past the giant and his escorts and the waft of perfume and the woman's skin snapped him back from the furnace of fury and calm distilled him - unintentional, but a happy accident. The giant man was making his posturing and flair but the Weatherman found himself at a few steps from the drunken cruel master, a marine but Canary couldn't care if he was a king. Flash of anger led to him swinging his right hook, hurling at the one reading his next flurry of blows. The marine sauntered back, surprised of retaliation was met not from the giant, but a musician who sat in the corner of the street.
He homeless looking man spoke with a scathing tone, "go find ah place to die in yer own vomit."
Word count: 528
Time moved on and Canary grew wiser and colours blossomed into empathy. Strings plucked with bachi flooding the streets with varying degrees of note and colours coursing through the street like the northern lights. Happiness remained idle, admiring the musical virtuoso from afar. Respect coursing through the street, parting coins dripping into his tin, singing into his ears. Joy from children, dashing from and to and back like salmons fighting uphill on their pilgrimage. The blank faced Canary remained cross legged, his little spot marked with a tattered brown rug, on the corner of a building with a balcony. He paid no mind to people. The green robed man with the worn shamisen was there to collect alms in return of music.
Twilight approached and the activity of people dimmed, the colours slowly faded but one still remained. She was preparing to depart as Canary ceased his day long session. It was a long one Canary thought, surprised that the strings still remained intact and began to inspect. He rested the Shamisen on his lap and began to rest his palm against the three strings. Soft pling reverberated with his digits pressing against it lightly.
pling, pling plinnnnng, pling, THUD!
The sickening sound of flesh pounding against flesh and bone and a body fell. It was the one left standing, an elderly lady judging from the frightened yelp and moaning. His face twisted into a sneer upon reaction from the cries and the hounding laughter of men. Towering outline of a man, flanked with two slendered women egging and cooing the broad shouldered giant into fight.
Gently, he lay aside his shamisen besides him and rose upon his feet. A woman above him berated and cursed at the top of her voice but he stepped forward to the scene at a heighted pace. Canary was good at keeping his bottomless well of anger in check, but the cruelty towards elders was something left unsaid. He brushed past the giant and his escorts and the waft of perfume and the woman's skin snapped him back from the furnace of fury and calm distilled him - unintentional, but a happy accident. The giant man was making his posturing and flair but the Weatherman found himself at a few steps from the drunken cruel master, a marine but Canary couldn't care if he was a king. Flash of anger led to him swinging his right hook, hurling at the one reading his next flurry of blows. The marine sauntered back, surprised of retaliation was met not from the giant, but a musician who sat in the corner of the street.
He homeless looking man spoke with a scathing tone, "go find ah place to die in yer own vomit."
Word count: 528
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Re: [Episode] Hunting Season
Wed Jan 20, 2021 1:39 pmSeras uses Death of the Spider Lily on herself (HT)
Seras uses Twirling Poppy on Mikey (LT)
Seras uses UT on Mikey
Seras uses Blooming Toggle
Seras uses Busoshoku Haki
Mikey uses LT on Seras
Mikey uses LT on Seras
Mikey uses UT on Seras
Seras uses Twirling Poppy on Mikey (LT)
Seras uses UT on Mikey
Seras uses Blooming Toggle
Seras uses Busoshoku Haki
Mikey uses LT on Seras
Mikey uses LT on Seras
Mikey uses UT on Seras
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Re: [Episode] Hunting Season
Wed Jan 20, 2021 1:39 pmThe member 'Seras Red' has done the following action : Dice Roll
#1 'Reflex Check' : 16, 19, 9
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#2 'Reflex Check' : 9, 16, 1
#1 'Reflex Check' : 16, 19, 9
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#2 'Reflex Check' : 9, 16, 1
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Re: [Episode] Hunting Season
Thu Jan 21, 2021 11:01 pmIt seemed like Seras wasn't the only person around who gave a damn about the atrocity literally taking place in the street. From her vantage point roughly 10 feet from the action, Seras could see another larger and more intimidating man approach the group of scum. She couldn't really tell if his whole reasoning for fighting was due to morality and justice or if he showed up just for the hell of it, but either way, he seemed to think that same thing that she did: these guys needed to go. Though once he called himself the "Great Lu Shang", she could pretty much sum up his motives to pride. Not something Seras was fond of but it would suffice. Before Seras could actually make a move, another person had stumbled onto the scene. She could see much from where she was currently standing, but at a glance, it seemed like some random blind man had wandered into the area. The blue-haired pirate couldn't help but sigh as she expected this situation to go about as well as it went with the woman who was currently crawling away from her assaulters. It was one thing to save an innocent old woman, but another to protect a person who was looking for a fight. Hopefully, he could handle his own while Seras took care of the trash.
"Huh? Why don't you mind your own business, bitch? Actually..." The marine in the middle groggily took a few steps back and waved his hands 180 degrees around the front of him. "Why don't all of you just piss off?!" He stumbled a bit before being caught by one of his friends.
"Yeah, Mikey! Let's show these guys what happens when you mess with the marines, huh?"
"Yeah!" The other marine finally decided to speak up, granted with only a single word.
Seras couldn't help but smirk at their stupidity. While they weren't outnumbered, they were definitely out skilled. And it helped with the fact that the lot of them were drunk. She was quite confident that she could hold her own, now she was hoping that the rest of these guys weren't just all bark and no bite. Taking a moment to finish off her meal, Seras placed her foot on the balcony and looked down at her option. While she could go for one of the lackeys, where would be the fun in that? If you want to make an example, then you should take out the head honcho, right? Plus, they were marines so she didn't see a point in going after the small fry when she has a prime opportunity right in front of her.
Finally picking out her target, Seras leaped off the balcony and drew her knives, holding them by the blade. [Death of the Spider Lily] [Blooming Toggle] She also began to twirl with her foot sticking out towards this main marine, ultimately planting the bottom of her foot in the middle of his chest, though not before coating her foot with haki. It was enough to cause the guy to skid back a few feet, a feat due to the weight difference between the both of them.[Twirling Poppy] Using this as a cushion for her landing, she shifted her weight backward and flipped, landing on her feet, before dashing at him and slashing his shin.[UT] After this happened, he tried to kick her but failed, losing his balance for a moment before trying again, landing it this time in the middle of her back. After knocking her off balance he also tried to throw a punch at Seras, though she was able to catch herself in time and smoothly got out of the way.
Being able to stand up, she looked at Mikey dead in his eyes. A glare was on Seras's face, signaling that she was out for blood. This fight was only going to end two ways: either Seras dies or he dies. No in-between.
[WC: 653]
[TWC: 1153]
"Huh? Why don't you mind your own business, bitch? Actually..." The marine in the middle groggily took a few steps back and waved his hands 180 degrees around the front of him. "Why don't all of you just piss off?!" He stumbled a bit before being caught by one of his friends.
"Yeah, Mikey! Let's show these guys what happens when you mess with the marines, huh?"
"Yeah!" The other marine finally decided to speak up, granted with only a single word.
Seras couldn't help but smirk at their stupidity. While they weren't outnumbered, they were definitely out skilled. And it helped with the fact that the lot of them were drunk. She was quite confident that she could hold her own, now she was hoping that the rest of these guys weren't just all bark and no bite. Taking a moment to finish off her meal, Seras placed her foot on the balcony and looked down at her option. While she could go for one of the lackeys, where would be the fun in that? If you want to make an example, then you should take out the head honcho, right? Plus, they were marines so she didn't see a point in going after the small fry when she has a prime opportunity right in front of her.
Finally picking out her target, Seras leaped off the balcony and drew her knives, holding them by the blade. [Death of the Spider Lily] [Blooming Toggle] She also began to twirl with her foot sticking out towards this main marine, ultimately planting the bottom of her foot in the middle of his chest, though not before coating her foot with haki. It was enough to cause the guy to skid back a few feet, a feat due to the weight difference between the both of them.[Twirling Poppy] Using this as a cushion for her landing, she shifted her weight backward and flipped, landing on her feet, before dashing at him and slashing his shin.[UT] After this happened, he tried to kick her but failed, losing his balance for a moment before trying again, landing it this time in the middle of her back. After knocking her off balance he also tried to throw a punch at Seras, though she was able to catch herself in time and smoothly got out of the way.
Being able to stand up, she looked at Mikey dead in his eyes. A glare was on Seras's face, signaling that she was out for blood. This fight was only going to end two ways: either Seras dies or he dies. No in-between.
[WC: 653]
[TWC: 1153]
- COMBAT TRACKERS:
- PLAYER STATS:
HP: 138
ATK: 220
DEF: 45
RX: 136
WP: 105
- PLAYER RATIOS:
vs. Mikey
RX%: 136
DMG%: 220
- USED 3 TECHNIQUES | 1 TOGGLES | 1 HAKI:
TECHNIQUES
Death of the Spider Lily | HT | hit | Stat Morph | 75% ATK | Seras
Twirling Poppy | LT | hit | Flat | 22 | Mikey
UT | UT | hit | Flat | 11 | Mikey
TOGGLES
Blooming | +5% to Attack and Reflex, -10% to Def
HAKI
Busoshoku |10% of WP to ATK
- 1 TECHNIQUES ACTIVE | 1 TOGGLES | 1 HAKI ACTIVE:
TECHNIQUES
Death of the Spider Lily | 75% to ATK | 3 Rounds Left
TOGGLES
Blooming | +5% to Attack and Reflex, -10% to Def
HAKI
Busoshoku |10% of WP to ATK | 1 Round Left
- 0 TECHNIQUES COOLING DOWN | 0 HAKI COOLING DOWN:
(List all techniques and haki that are currently on cooldown and note the number of rounds before you can use them again.)
TECHNIQUES
{technique name} | {cooldown left}
HAKI
{haki type} | {cooldown left}
- OPPONENT STATS:
(For each one of your opponents, list the current values for the stats below, accounting for stat morphs and damage.)
Mikey
Level: 10
HP: 134
ATK: 70
DEF: 100
RX: 100
WP: 135
- OPPONENT RATIOS:
(For each one of your opponents, list their current RX% and DMG% against you and your Crew Companions.)
Mikey vs. Seras Red
RX%: 73
DMG%: 155
- OPPONENT TECHNIQUES USED:
(List the class, damage, and target of techniques used by each one of your opponents if you or your Crew Companions are the direct targets.)
Seras
LT | miss | 0 | Seras
LT | hit | 15 | Seras
UT | miss | 0 | Seras
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Re: [Episode] Hunting Season
Fri Jan 22, 2021 12:33 pm- NPCNPC
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Name : Variable
Epithet : Variable
Age : 0
Height : Variable
Weight : Variable
Species : Variable
Faction : Variable
Crew : Variable
Ship : Variable
Crew Role : Variable
Devil Fruit : Variable
Bounty : Variable
Balance : Variable
Posts : 1280
Re: [Episode] Hunting Season
Fri Jan 22, 2021 12:33 pmThe member 'Lu Shang' has done the following action : Dice Roll
#1 'Reflex Check' : 15
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#2 'Reflex Check' : 18, 12, 12
#1 'Reflex Check' : 15
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#2 'Reflex Check' : 18, 12, 12
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Re: [Episode] Hunting Season
Fri Jan 22, 2021 6:12 pmThere it was. The blood lust in air. Lu Shang could feel it now, more intense than ever. He would know. He was sensitive to those sorts of things. Had been for years. Since even before he ate one of the devil's fruit and became even more carnivorous. He was a professional fighter after all and reading the crowd (as well as his opponent) was part of the job. Even the beach goers and restaurant patrons could sense it. They watched the show unfold from the edges of the road and from various balconies, porches and patios. Lu Shang could hear them murmuring, making bets and talking trash about one party or the other.
Then it happened.
It started when the homeless looking man charged passed Lu Shang and his company and struck one of the belligerent drunkards. From there it came to a fever pitch when a blue haired woman who smelled ever so faintly of blood, as if she'd been washed in it once, attacked the apparent leader of the violent officials. The crowd cheered and hurled insults at the marines while others screamed encouragement at the woman, the hobo and Lu Shang himself.
“Get 'em Lu! Show 'em you're the champ!” cheered the Bellagio beauties as they bounced around in their teeny, tiny string bikinis.
Lu Shang would turn to the crowd behind him and flex his massive biceps. Then he would let out a guttural roar so great that it would shake the shops that the lined the streets. The crowd in turn would cheer louder than ever before. Unfortunately for Lu however, his showboating would soon be cut short. As the big man turned back around to face the marines he was immediately force fed a flying knee to the face.
Lu would stagger back as the muscle bound, tank top wearing marine who fed him that kneed dropped to the ground, and landed on their feet. Lu looked down at the marine who immediately charged at Lu Shang with an advancing cross followed up by a hard right body hook. Lu Shang tensed his muscles up, opting not to dodge or block. Instead he chose to absorb each and every blow. He wanted to see that these marines could do.
So far it wasn't much.
“What's your name?” growled Lu Shang.
The marine opened his mouth, perhaps to answer the question or perhaps just to tell Lu Shang to go fuck himself. It didn't matter. Before they could say anything Lu Shang's right leg shot forward and the flat of this foot smashed into the marine's torso in a maneuver commonly known as a defensive front kick. The marine was sent flying back across the street by the blow, stopping only after they smashed through the wooden walls of one of the local bar and grills.
“It doesn't matter what your name is!” bellowed The Great Lu Shang as the crowd cheered some more.
Even if these guys were weak this was still going to be fun.
Then it happened.
It started when the homeless looking man charged passed Lu Shang and his company and struck one of the belligerent drunkards. From there it came to a fever pitch when a blue haired woman who smelled ever so faintly of blood, as if she'd been washed in it once, attacked the apparent leader of the violent officials. The crowd cheered and hurled insults at the marines while others screamed encouragement at the woman, the hobo and Lu Shang himself.
“Get 'em Lu! Show 'em you're the champ!” cheered the Bellagio beauties as they bounced around in their teeny, tiny string bikinis.
Lu Shang would turn to the crowd behind him and flex his massive biceps. Then he would let out a guttural roar so great that it would shake the shops that the lined the streets. The crowd in turn would cheer louder than ever before. Unfortunately for Lu however, his showboating would soon be cut short. As the big man turned back around to face the marines he was immediately force fed a flying knee to the face.
Lu would stagger back as the muscle bound, tank top wearing marine who fed him that kneed dropped to the ground, and landed on their feet. Lu looked down at the marine who immediately charged at Lu Shang with an advancing cross followed up by a hard right body hook. Lu Shang tensed his muscles up, opting not to dodge or block. Instead he chose to absorb each and every blow. He wanted to see that these marines could do.
So far it wasn't much.
“What's your name?” growled Lu Shang.
The marine opened his mouth, perhaps to answer the question or perhaps just to tell Lu Shang to go fuck himself. It didn't matter. Before they could say anything Lu Shang's right leg shot forward and the flat of this foot smashed into the marine's torso in a maneuver commonly known as a defensive front kick. The marine was sent flying back across the street by the blow, stopping only after they smashed through the wooden walls of one of the local bar and grills.
“It doesn't matter what your name is!” bellowed The Great Lu Shang as the crowd cheered some more.
Even if these guys were weak this was still going to be fun.
- Word Count:
- Word Count = 503
Total Word Count = 1067
- COMBAT TRACKERS:
- PLAYER STATS:
(List the current values for your stats below, accounting for stat morphs and damage.)
HP: 162 (base 155) (182 - (8 + 8 + 4))
ATK: 150 (120 * 1.25)
DEF: 115
RX: 90
WP: 165 (110 * 1.5)
- PLAYER RATIOS:
(For each one of your opponents, list your current RX% and DMG% against them.)
vs. Nameless Drunk Marine #1
RX%:90% (90/100)
DMG%:188% (150/80)
- USED 2 TECHNIQUES | 0 TOGGLES | 0 HAKI:
(List all techniques (including UTs), toggles, and types of haki used/activated this turn and their effects.)
TECHNIQUES
Lion's Roar | Stat Morph | AOE | +50% WP, +25% ATK | Self, Seras Red, Canary A. Shot Gun
Generic UT | Flat | hit | UT | 9 | Nameless Drunk Marine #1
TOGGLES
{toggle name} | {toggle effect}
HAKI
{haki type} | {haki effect}
- 1 TECHNIQUES ACTIVE | 0 TOGGLES | 0 HAKI ACTIVE:
(List all techniques that have currently active effects and indicate the remaining duration. Also, indicate what effects they are dealing: e.g. DoT value, Stat Morph value.)
TECHNIQUES
Lion's Roar | +50% WP, +25% ATK | 3
TOGGLES
{active toggle name} | {toggle effect}
HAKI
{active haki type} | {haki effect} | {haki duration left}
- 0 TECHNIQUES COOLING DOWN | 0 HAKI COOLING DOWN:
(List all techniques and haki that are currently on cooldown and note the number of rounds before you can use them again.)
TECHNIQUES
{technique name} | {cooldown left}
HAKI
{haki type} | {cooldown left}
- OPPONENT STATS:
(For each one of your opponents, list the current values for the stats below, accounting for stat morphs and damage.)
Nameless Drunk Marine #1
Level:10
HP:141 (150 - 9)
ATK:100
DEF:80
RX:100
WP:100
- OPPONENT RATIOS:
(For each one of your opponents, list their current RX% and DMG% against you and your Crew Companions.)
Nameless Drunk Marine #1 vs. Lu Shang
RX%: 111% (100/90)
DMG%: 87% (100/115)
- OPPONENT TECHNIQUES USED:
(List the class, damage, and target of techniques used by each one of your opponents if you or your Crew Companions are the direct targets.)
Nameless Drunk Marine #1
LT | hit | 8 | Lu Shang
LT | hit | 8 | Lu Shang
UT | hit | 4 | Lu Shang
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Re: [Episode] Hunting Season
Sun Jan 24, 2021 2:42 pm- NPCNPC
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Age : 0
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Re: [Episode] Hunting Season
Sun Jan 24, 2021 2:42 pmThe member 'Canary' has done the following action : Dice Roll
#1 'Reflex Check' : 3, 4, 17
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#2 'Reflex Check' : 2, 15, 10
#1 'Reflex Check' : 3, 4, 17
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#2 'Reflex Check' : 2, 15, 10
- GuestGuest
Re: [Episode] Hunting Season
Sun Jan 24, 2021 3:10 pmHe wanted to maintain his calm composure, the same look he adopted when playing his shamisen, but after witnessing display of wickedness he couldn't resist. The sneer sketched on his face when the assaulted marine laughed with glee. Without shame, Canary thought. If he broke his own promise to open his eyes, it would all be for naught. The distance between the two was enough to shift his attention from the marine to the elderly victim. Even with the anger scorching within, screaming at every fibre of his muscles to flex and snap, striking the attacking sailor again and again, he rebuffed his urge and tended to the lady.
'ey,' he uttered quietly. He did his best in keeping his anger low, 'can ya walk?'
The eldery, despite receiving a few pummeled blows, was still responsive and mobile, his anger became muted, just for a moment he was glad that nothing grave befell upon her.
'If ya could, move over to my spot. I'll be back to treat ya.' The bruised eldery had managed to hop onto her feet and hobbled her way from the warring scene. The woman and giant bellowing showman joined and the noises became twisted, the crowd were braying for blood. Canary found himself developing a sense of disgust on top of his bottomless vat of anger, pressed even further as the sailor managed to catch him off guard with a hook colliding against his cheek.
'call dat a punch…?' His voice simmered, the light punch felt like an invigorating jolt and his muscles pumped, letting out a rallying bark, encouraging him to pour his latent strength that he found lacking.
Canary stood his ground as blows planted against him. Air escaped from his lungs and came flooding back with leg snapping out with retaliation, but found grazing against the skin of the offensive sailor. 'Can tell why ya like hitting old grannies,' Canary spoke lazily, retracting his swung leg back on ground. He evaded the straight punch of the drunkard sailor by arching his upper body to the left and replied in kind, a straight punch striking flat on the unguarded face. 'Ya hit like one,' he lightly chuckled, which infuriated the granny beater even more.
The crowd and the scene has become bedlam, though Canary had tried his hardest to ignore, but hearing only chaos was drowning his auditory sense. The flow of colours painted the blackened vision was the only thing keeping him from opening his eyes, it was this mysterious power that dwell within that warned of the oncoming kick. It failed to warn him in time. As though he had spent two years toning the innate ability, the hard blow to the gut left a painful reminder that he had many more years to go to understand the scope of the ability.
He took hold of the offending leg and fuelling his retaliationary nature, he swung his shin to crush the sailor's crown jewels. He let go of the leg, sensing the body crumpled, whining and panting at the shooting pain below.
'Stand up,' The Shamisen player spoke bluntly, just this once, he spoke plainly, dropping his lazy, slurring speech. Run, he thought, you're going to die.
WC: 540
WT: 1068
'ey,' he uttered quietly. He did his best in keeping his anger low, 'can ya walk?'
The eldery, despite receiving a few pummeled blows, was still responsive and mobile, his anger became muted, just for a moment he was glad that nothing grave befell upon her.
'If ya could, move over to my spot. I'll be back to treat ya.' The bruised eldery had managed to hop onto her feet and hobbled her way from the warring scene. The woman and giant bellowing showman joined and the noises became twisted, the crowd were braying for blood. Canary found himself developing a sense of disgust on top of his bottomless vat of anger, pressed even further as the sailor managed to catch him off guard with a hook colliding against his cheek.
'call dat a punch…?' His voice simmered, the light punch felt like an invigorating jolt and his muscles pumped, letting out a rallying bark, encouraging him to pour his latent strength that he found lacking.
Canary stood his ground as blows planted against him. Air escaped from his lungs and came flooding back with leg snapping out with retaliation, but found grazing against the skin of the offensive sailor. 'Can tell why ya like hitting old grannies,' Canary spoke lazily, retracting his swung leg back on ground. He evaded the straight punch of the drunkard sailor by arching his upper body to the left and replied in kind, a straight punch striking flat on the unguarded face. 'Ya hit like one,' he lightly chuckled, which infuriated the granny beater even more.
The crowd and the scene has become bedlam, though Canary had tried his hardest to ignore, but hearing only chaos was drowning his auditory sense. The flow of colours painted the blackened vision was the only thing keeping him from opening his eyes, it was this mysterious power that dwell within that warned of the oncoming kick. It failed to warn him in time. As though he had spent two years toning the innate ability, the hard blow to the gut left a painful reminder that he had many more years to go to understand the scope of the ability.
He took hold of the offending leg and fuelling his retaliationary nature, he swung his shin to crush the sailor's crown jewels. He let go of the leg, sensing the body crumpled, whining and panting at the shooting pain below.
'Stand up,' The Shamisen player spoke bluntly, just this once, he spoke plainly, dropping his lazy, slurring speech. Run, he thought, you're going to die.
WC: 540
WT: 1068
- COMBAT TRACKERS:
- PLAYER STATS:
(List the current values for your stats below, accounting for stat morphs and damage.)
HP: (Base 175) 201 [201 - 5 - 2 = 194]
ATK: 74
DEF: 92
RX: 110
WP: 203
- PLAYER RATIOS:
(For each one of your opponents, list your current RX% and DMG% against them.)
vs. {opponent name}
RX%: 110%
DMG%: 113%
- USED 0 TECHNIQUES | 0 TOGGLES | 0 HAKI:
(List all techniques (including UTs), toggles, and types of haki used/activated this turn and their effects.)
TECHNIQUES
{Rally} | {LT} | {hit} | {Stat Morph} | {25%} | {Canary}
{Straight punch} | {LT} | {miss} | {Flat} | {0} | {Canary}
{Swinging Kick} | {LT} | {Graze} | {Flat} | {5} | {Canary}
{} | {UT} | {hit} | {Flat} | {5} | {target}
{technique name} | {class} | {hit/miss} | {type} | {damage/effects} | {target}
TOGGLES
{Conquerer's Step} | {+20% ATK, -20% DEF}
HAKI
{haki type} | {haki effect}
- 0 TECHNIQUES ACTIVE | 0 TOGGLES | 0 HAKI ACTIVE:
(List all techniques that have currently active effects and indicate the remaining duration. Also, indicate what effects they are dealing: e.g. DoT value, Stat Morph value.)
TECHNIQUES
{active technique name} | {damage/effects} | {duration left}
TOGGLES
{active toggle name} | {toggle effect}
HAKI
{active haki type} | {haki effect} | {haki duration left}
- 0 TECHNIQUES COOLING DOWN | 0 HAKI COOLING DOWN:
(List all techniques and haki that are currently on cooldown and note the number of rounds before you can use them again.)
TECHNIQUES
{technique name} | {cooldown left}
HAKI
{haki type} | {cooldown left}
- CREW COMPANION STATS:
(List the current values of your Crew Companions for the stats below, accounting for stat morphs and damage.)
{Companion name}
Level:
HP:
ATK:
DEF:
RX:
WP:
{Companion name}
Level:
HP:
ATK:
DEF:
RX:
WP:
- CREW COMPANION RATIOS:
(For each one of your Crew Companions, list their current RX% and DMG% against their opponents.)
{Companion name} vs. {opponent name}
RX%:
DMG%:
- CREW COMPANION TECHNIQUES USED:
(List the class, type, damage/effects, and target of techniques used by your Crew NPCs.)
{Companion name}
{class} | {hit/miss} | {type} | {damage/effects} | {target}
{Companion name}
{class} | {hit/miss} | {type} | {damage/effects} | {target}
- OPPONENT STATS:
(For each one of your opponents, list the current values for the stats below, accounting for stat morphs and damage.)
{Opponent name}
Level: 10
HP: 162 [162 - 10 = 152]
ATK: 115
DEF: 65
RX: 100
WP: 125
- OPPONENT RATIOS:
(For each one of your opponents, list their current RX% and DMG% against you and your Crew Companions.)
{Opponent name} vs. {your name/companion name}
RX%: 90%
DMG%: 56%
- OPPONENT TECHNIQUES USED:
(List the class, damage, and target of techniques used by each one of your opponents if you or your Crew Companions are the direct targets.)
{Opponent name}
{LT} | {miss} | {0} | {Canary}
{LT} | {hit} | {5} | {Canary}
{UT} | {hit} | {2} | {Canary}
{class} | {hit/miss} | {damage/effect} | {target}
- GuestGuest
Re: [Episode] Hunting Season
Thu Feb 18, 2021 10:59 amSeras uses Lucky Metal Clover on Mikey
Seras uses Metal Clover on Mikey
Seras uses Blanchefleur on Herself
Seras uses UT on Mikey
Mikey uses LT on Seras
Mikey uses LT on Seras
Mikey uses UT on Seras
Seras uses Metal Clover on Mikey
Seras uses Blanchefleur on Herself
Seras uses UT on Mikey
Mikey uses LT on Seras
Mikey uses LT on Seras
Mikey uses UT on Seras
- NPCNPC
Tracker
Name : Variable
Epithet : Variable
Age : 0
Height : Variable
Weight : Variable
Species : Variable
Faction : Variable
Crew : Variable
Ship : Variable
Crew Role : Variable
Devil Fruit : Variable
Bounty : Variable
Balance : Variable
Posts : 1280
Re: [Episode] Hunting Season
Thu Feb 18, 2021 10:59 amThe member 'Seras Red' has done the following action : Dice Roll
#1 'Reflex Check' : 16, 12, 16, 1
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#2 'Reflex Check' : 13, 12, 15
#1 'Reflex Check' : 16, 12, 16, 1
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#2 'Reflex Check' : 13, 12, 15
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