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- Rias Keko
- [tracker=/t1683-rias-keko#9293]
Name : Rias Keko
Epithet : Funbags
Age : 19
Height : 5 Feet 7 Inch (1.70m)
Weight : 143 lbs (65kg)
Species/Tribe : Human
Faction : New Revolutionary Army
World Position : NRA Lieutenant
Bounty : [bel=r] 12,000,000
Quality Score : B
Income Bonus : +0.10 (from world position)
Balance : [bel] 566,755,000
[[childofdestiny]]
[[mythicalzoan]][[improviseadaptovercome]]
Posts : 84
[Arc] Mountains and Plains: Part I - Spider Miles Challenge
Sun Aug 13, 2023 8:10 am
- Quest:
- Name: Mountains and Plains
Category: Arc
Player Participants: Rias Keko (+1), Yumiko (+3)
Planned Location(s): North Blue, Spider Miles. North Blue, Open Sea. North Blue, Uncharted island
Planned Time Range: One week starting on April 11th 1829.
Summary: Three brilliant naval strategists -Clarkson, May and Hammond- are defecting from the Marines to the Revolutionaries. Unfortunately, they are not the sneakiest bunch. The Navy naturally catches wind of this defection and sends a small army of pursuers after the traitors. The trio only manages to flee as far as Spider Miles before getting trapped. Time is of the essence and Rias is the closest, so she is tasked with springing the defectors free and escorting them to a safe location. Along the way, they run across Yumiko who has her life in shambles. After a heated exchange, they manage to convince her to lend her aid. The samurai finds a new purpose in helping those who cannot help themselves, starting with guarding the defectors from a dishonorable and cowardly assault. To make matters worse, a mysterious, masked bounty hunter shrouded in unsettling rumors sets his sights on the group. A chaotic race across the seas ensues, in variousstolenborrowed ships, with the ultimate goal of shaking off the pursuers without leading them to the hideout of the North Blue Revolutionaries.
Combat Encounters
@Rias Keko
[discordthread=https://discord.com/channels/260564262446039064/1146120444378882068]Rias Keko vs -1 Mini-boss[/discordthread]
[discordthread=https://discord.com/channels/260564262446039064/1170073367185981450]Rias Keko vs +0 boss[/discordthread]
[discordthread=https://discord.com/channels/260564262446039064/1228664431777677472]Rias Keko vs +1 Boss (Eliminated -500 EXP)[/discordthread]
[discordthread=https://discord.com/channels/260564262446039064/1278698608862040106]Rias Keko vs +1 Boss[/discordthread]
@Yumiko
[discordthread=https://discord.com/channels/260564262446039064/1147885631394025593]Yumiko vs +1 Mini-boss[/discordthread]
[discordthread=https://discord.com/channels/260564262446039064/1175342502174261308]Yumiko vs +1 Mini-boss[/discordthread]
[discordthread=https://discord.com/channels/260564262446039064/1269559286607122433]Yumiko vs +3 Boss[/discordthread]
A slap landed on the radio snail and a tune began to play, moments later, an enthusiastic tone began to speak, not out of the radio, but actually next to the radio snail itself, sounding like a man with skills in voicing on the radio.
"Tonight on Top Sail... Richard points at a ship... James faces trial by water... And I think I'm going to be killed..."
"JEREMY! We are not on the show anymore, would you stop hogging that mirror already and stop talking with yourself."
"Listen Richard. In a man like me, everything has to be beautiful."
"The zoo called and wanted its orangutan back you bloody oaf! Why did you punch the Lieutenant?"
"Listen listen, he said I would land a punch in his face before he would allow us to build an airship out of a ship..."
While Jeremy and Richard were bickering with each other, the third member of the trio, James, was just standing there with his hands behind his back and straight back, as if he was awaiting orders... Only to then express his thoughts.
"So does that mean we are not going back?"
"Well James, we got a ship full of Lieutenant's men chasing after us so no, we are not." Richard responded to James snarkily.
"Still, could be worse. I mean, look at this place! This could be our new studio. Maybe we can become the real deal after all." Richard with absolute enthusiasm reached his arms out and walked a small circle, showcasing the old abandoned dockyard storage facility where they have taken shelter.
Meanwhile somewhere in the backstreets of Spider Miles
'Pereperepere.... Pereperepere... Pereperepere... Gacha'
[plyr=revo]"Keko listening."[/plyr] Rias with lowered tone would speak into the den den mushi while one hand is holding onto the dark hood over her head.
"Did you make it to Spider Miles?"
[plyr=revo]"I did. I would like the details please."[/plyr]
"The details are simple. Clarkson, May, and Hammond are three names. Brilliant naval strategists. We need you to get them from the abandoned dock storage number 13. This is where the last signal came from. Keko, bring as little attention as you can. You are a wanted woman now Funbags."
[plyr=revo]"Who came up with that name even?"[/plyr]
"Base out." the call ended just as the instructions had been handed over. Rias let out a soft sigh and looked around the corner from the back street alley.
[plyr=revo]"Dock storage 13."[/plyr] she mumbled to herself and before she headed for the trip around an unknown land, she consulted the map. Better to be sure than sorry.
[430/430/13 500]
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- Yumiko
- [tracker=/t1347-yumiko#7408]
Name : Yumiko
Epithet : Kamaitachi
Age : 28
Height : 5'5'' / 165 cm
Weight : 128 lbs. / 58 kg
Species/Tribe : Human
Faction : Civilian
Devil Fruit : Ita Ita no Mi, Model: Kamaitachi
Bounty : [bel=r] 10,000,012
Quality Score : S
EXP Bonus : +0.20 (to all allies)
Balance : [bel] 2,916,996,298
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Posts : 496
Re: [Arc] Mountains and Plains: Part I - Spider Miles Challenge
Sun Aug 13, 2023 11:50 am
Floating on the murky waters, several small Navy ships loomed near Spider Miles. Poor on weaponry, but wealthy on sails and paddles, these were the notorious pursuit unit. Like a pack of wolves, they stalked the harbor. No ships were getting in or out. Even the tiniest shipping boats were stopped and searched by a small army.
Inside the flagship, three figures sat around a round war table. Two younger officers flanked a lean, scarred man. At the center, a black snail blabbed someone else’s secrets. Hunched in deep concentration, they listened to the hushed whispers. Upon catching the location, they shared a strange glance.
The scarred man leaned back in his seat, nursing a black eye with a bag of ice. His graying mustache twitched as he hummed and harrumphed. Eventually, he glanced to his sides and voiced a question. “What do you make of this, Warrant Officer Mat? Warrant Officer Pat?”
At his words, the young, blonde men next to him snapped to attention. “Sir. I believe they got careless because they were in a hurry.” His words were met with quick nodding from his near identical comrade. “Yes, sir. Or they are getting desperate.”
The leader shook his head at the answers. “Hmph, naive... No, it means our former friends are, once again, a step ahead of us.” He steepled his fingers over a map of the island. “Clearly, they predicted that we would be tapping their communications.” Several locations had been circled and crossed. “Now, they have set us a trap and rolled out the red carpet... Worse yet, we have no choice but to take the bait.” His finger hovered over the abandoned end of the docks, tapping at the unlucky number.
“Send in the smallest task force. Keep reinforcements at ready. Smoke those traitors out. Literally if necessary. Incendiary methods are authorized. Move out.”
“Sir, yes, sir!”
“Sir, yes, sir!”
Mere minutes later, a Navy boat docked and a team of seven rushed through the docks. They were armed with peculiar, wide-muzzled muskets. More ominous yet were the bandoliers of brown bottles stuffed with cloth wicks. They left a stench of tar and oil trailing in their wake.
Near the docks, in a lovely, little seaside cafe, sat a strange, quiet shadow. At least six feet tall and muscular in build, the masculine stranger was clad from head to toe in a shining, white armor. A hefty helmet covered his entire head and a pitch-black visor hid his identity. Not to be mistaken for a mere brute, however, he was leafing through the most recent News Coo, while a waitress poured him a steaming hot cup of tea.
...Only upon closer inspection it became apparent that the knight was holding the paper upside down. Slowly, he brought the cup up to his lips. ...Er, or rather where his lips presumably were beneath the helmet. Scalding tea splashed onto his lap. Steam danced in the air. Unperturbed, he set the cup down and went back to his paper.
As dozens of footsteps rushed past, the stranger glanced up from his reading. The dark visor stared briefly after the soldiers. Slowly, his attention drifted onto a stack of brown posters on the table. The picture of a voluptuous woman adorned the topmost one. After a pause, he got up, slapped a generous wad of bills onto the table and marched off.
Another shadow took notice of the commotion as well. A disheveled woman covered in grime sat on a nearby rooftop. She looked like she hadn’t bathed or slept properly for a week. Flies circled her tangled hair. Mud stained her tattered clothing. In her grasp was a nearly empty bottle. Hers reeked only of the cheapest booze, however.
That’s partially why the homeless warrior’s nose twitched. She recognized the stinging smell of gunpowder and other tools of violence. Someone was about to have a bad day, it seemed. Yet she couldn’t find the energy to even care. Ever since she had escaped Mini-Oni, all she had found was greed, hate and bloodshed... Truly, there was no goodness left anywhere. She downed the last disgusting swig and gagged at the wretched taste.
As far as she was concerned, this whole world could burn.
Words: 706
Total: 706 / 13 500
Inside the flagship, three figures sat around a round war table. Two younger officers flanked a lean, scarred man. At the center, a black snail blabbed someone else’s secrets. Hunched in deep concentration, they listened to the hushed whispers. Upon catching the location, they shared a strange glance.
The scarred man leaned back in his seat, nursing a black eye with a bag of ice. His graying mustache twitched as he hummed and harrumphed. Eventually, he glanced to his sides and voiced a question. “What do you make of this, Warrant Officer Mat? Warrant Officer Pat?”
At his words, the young, blonde men next to him snapped to attention. “Sir. I believe they got careless because they were in a hurry.” His words were met with quick nodding from his near identical comrade. “Yes, sir. Or they are getting desperate.”
The leader shook his head at the answers. “Hmph, naive... No, it means our former friends are, once again, a step ahead of us.” He steepled his fingers over a map of the island. “Clearly, they predicted that we would be tapping their communications.” Several locations had been circled and crossed. “Now, they have set us a trap and rolled out the red carpet... Worse yet, we have no choice but to take the bait.” His finger hovered over the abandoned end of the docks, tapping at the unlucky number.
“Send in the smallest task force. Keep reinforcements at ready. Smoke those traitors out. Literally if necessary. Incendiary methods are authorized. Move out.”
“Sir, yes, sir!”
“Sir, yes, sir!”
Mere minutes later, a Navy boat docked and a team of seven rushed through the docks. They were armed with peculiar, wide-muzzled muskets. More ominous yet were the bandoliers of brown bottles stuffed with cloth wicks. They left a stench of tar and oil trailing in their wake.
Near the docks, in a lovely, little seaside cafe, sat a strange, quiet shadow. At least six feet tall and muscular in build, the masculine stranger was clad from head to toe in a shining, white armor. A hefty helmet covered his entire head and a pitch-black visor hid his identity. Not to be mistaken for a mere brute, however, he was leafing through the most recent News Coo, while a waitress poured him a steaming hot cup of tea.
...Only upon closer inspection it became apparent that the knight was holding the paper upside down. Slowly, he brought the cup up to his lips. ...Er, or rather where his lips presumably were beneath the helmet. Scalding tea splashed onto his lap. Steam danced in the air. Unperturbed, he set the cup down and went back to his paper.
As dozens of footsteps rushed past, the stranger glanced up from his reading. The dark visor stared briefly after the soldiers. Slowly, his attention drifted onto a stack of brown posters on the table. The picture of a voluptuous woman adorned the topmost one. After a pause, he got up, slapped a generous wad of bills onto the table and marched off.
Another shadow took notice of the commotion as well. A disheveled woman covered in grime sat on a nearby rooftop. She looked like she hadn’t bathed or slept properly for a week. Flies circled her tangled hair. Mud stained her tattered clothing. In her grasp was a nearly empty bottle. Hers reeked only of the cheapest booze, however.
That’s partially why the homeless warrior’s nose twitched. She recognized the stinging smell of gunpowder and other tools of violence. Someone was about to have a bad day, it seemed. Yet she couldn’t find the energy to even care. Ever since she had escaped Mini-Oni, all she had found was greed, hate and bloodshed... Truly, there was no goodness left anywhere. She downed the last disgusting swig and gagged at the wretched taste.
As far as she was concerned, this whole world could burn.
Words: 706
Total: 706 / 13 500
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- Rias Keko
- [tracker=/t1683-rias-keko#9293]
Name : Rias Keko
Epithet : Funbags
Age : 19
Height : 5 Feet 7 Inch (1.70m)
Weight : 143 lbs (65kg)
Species/Tribe : Human
Faction : New Revolutionary Army
World Position : NRA Lieutenant
Bounty : [bel=r] 12,000,000
Quality Score : B
Income Bonus : +0.10 (from world position)
Balance : [bel] 566,755,000
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Posts : 84
Re: [Arc] Mountains and Plains: Part I - Spider Miles Challenge
Mon Aug 14, 2023 5:11 am
With a dark hood covering her orange hair and the robes covering the rest of her clothes, Rias left the back alley to stroll through the busy and yet rather shabby-looking streets towards the docks. Despite giving her bestest to disguise her looks as much as she could, the robes failed to hide her voluptuous body.
Lucky for her, in the streets of Spider Miles, people had more worries than paying their mind to someone with lustful eyes. Despite the highly industrialized region, the struggle existed, and not everyone was fortunate to earn a living, many resulting in illegal businesses.
The factories spewing dark smoke into the air did not help out the scenery one bit. Coughing due to smoke or illness was heard everywhere throughout the streets.
This is what Rias has been warned about the world. She had grown up in a relatively peaceful region, full of greenery, fresh air, hope... And Karate, something that gives people a chance to protect themselves, but not here. Stories she had been told, are what has been leading her to be who she currently is. People left to struggle while the island's upper echelon enjoyed the fruits of their labor.
Stumbling through the busy main streets, she finally made her way to the entrance to the harbor, where she once more resulted in using the backstreets, as the amount of crowd became lesser when she got deeper into the main harbor area.
Lucky for her, her destination was not in the main harbor area, but rather, the old abandoned one. And navigating through the alleys was not an easy one, especially since the area was rather unfamiliar. Even when she had taken a glance at the maps, the abandoned area has not been really marked down... So to her info, she had to walk by multiple abandoned storage facilities... At least 20 of them.
"They sure are taking their sweet time," James mumbled with his hands behind his back and with a straight back facing the door. "Clarkson! You did tell them we are in storage facility 13, right?".
"Yes yes of course." Jeremy smiled as he got back to flailing with the hammer, for some reason.
"Did you use the encrypted channel on the den den mushi?" Richard inquired as he had his doubts in regards to the big oaf flailing his hammer around.
"Of course, I took the snail, told it to encrypt it, and we were off to races..." with absolute confidence, Jeremy responded.
The momentary silence was broken by a gray-haired man looking like a wine god whose voice echoed throughout the facility.
"CLARKSOOOOOON!!!"
[443/873/13 500]
Lucky for her, in the streets of Spider Miles, people had more worries than paying their mind to someone with lustful eyes. Despite the highly industrialized region, the struggle existed, and not everyone was fortunate to earn a living, many resulting in illegal businesses.
The factories spewing dark smoke into the air did not help out the scenery one bit. Coughing due to smoke or illness was heard everywhere throughout the streets.
This is what Rias has been warned about the world. She had grown up in a relatively peaceful region, full of greenery, fresh air, hope... And Karate, something that gives people a chance to protect themselves, but not here. Stories she had been told, are what has been leading her to be who she currently is. People left to struggle while the island's upper echelon enjoyed the fruits of their labor.
Stumbling through the busy main streets, she finally made her way to the entrance to the harbor, where she once more resulted in using the backstreets, as the amount of crowd became lesser when she got deeper into the main harbor area.
Lucky for her, her destination was not in the main harbor area, but rather, the old abandoned one. And navigating through the alleys was not an easy one, especially since the area was rather unfamiliar. Even when she had taken a glance at the maps, the abandoned area has not been really marked down... So to her info, she had to walk by multiple abandoned storage facilities... At least 20 of them.
Back in the Storage Facility '13'
"They sure are taking their sweet time," James mumbled with his hands behind his back and with a straight back facing the door. "Clarkson! You did tell them we are in storage facility 13, right?".
"Yes yes of course." Jeremy smiled as he got back to flailing with the hammer, for some reason.
"Did you use the encrypted channel on the den den mushi?" Richard inquired as he had his doubts in regards to the big oaf flailing his hammer around.
"Of course, I took the snail, told it to encrypt it, and we were off to races..." with absolute confidence, Jeremy responded.
The momentary silence was broken by a gray-haired man looking like a wine god whose voice echoed throughout the facility.
"CLARKSOOOOOON!!!"
[443/873/13 500]
- Yumiko
- [tracker=/t1347-yumiko#7408]
Name : Yumiko
Epithet : Kamaitachi
Age : 28
Height : 5'5'' / 165 cm
Weight : 128 lbs. / 58 kg
Species/Tribe : Human
Faction : Civilian
Devil Fruit : Ita Ita no Mi, Model: Kamaitachi
Bounty : [bel=r] 10,000,012
Quality Score : S
EXP Bonus : +0.20 (to all allies)
Balance : [bel] 2,916,996,298
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[[improviseadaptovercome]]
Posts : 496
Re: [Arc] Mountains and Plains: Part I - Spider Miles Challenge
Mon Aug 14, 2023 12:10 pm
The final droplets of booze dripped weakly into the air, before getting whisked away by the salty breeze. Yumiko gave the drained bottle one more unenthusiastic shake. Her head drooped with a weary sigh. She was officially out of money, owning only the clothes on her back and the blade by her side.
Slowly, the disgraced warrior’s gaze drifted onto her weapon. Nobody would pay anything for her filthy clothes, but this blade was still worth something... She could no longer call herself a samurai, hardly even a swordswoman. Someone more deserving might find use for the mysterious sword... And if she was lucky, the next bottle of poison would finally finish her off. It didn’t do anything else for her anymore.
Yumiko let her gaze wander along the horizon. Somewhere in the back of her mind, an old song played. It was one of the many that her mother used to sing. She couldn’t quite recall the words to go with the tune, not all of them. The beginning slipped from her mouth out into the winds.
“I’ve come here from nowhere...
Across the unforgiving sea...
Drifting further and further...
It’s all becoming clear to me... Gah-!”
The fledgling singer recoiled, when her wandering gaze found someone staring back. On the street down below stood an armored stranger. Even through the pitch-black visor of the thick helmet, she could feel the unflinching eyes drilling into her. Confusion and embarrassment entwined together like rapidly growing vines. When did he get there? How long had he been listening?
Something about the silent man sent a deep shiver down Yumiko’s back. Her hair bristled. She didn’t even notice her hand creeping to the handle of her blade. Her animal instincts were screaming at her to get away. Swallowing nervously, she steeled her nerves and stood her ground. The tense seconds ticked by in uneasy silence.
Suddenly, a howl of pure, unadulterated frustration shattered the stillness. Seagulls scattered, screeching wildly. The mysterious knight slowly turned his attention towards the fading sound. Without a word, he marched off.
Yumiko finally let out the breath she had been holding all this time. Cold sweat trailed down her brow. Who...? Nay... What was that...? Despite her vantage point, it had felt like she was the one staring up at a giant. She took a deep breath and relaxed her stance. Her trembling hand brushed against the loyal blade by her side. Perhaps... She shouldn’t be so hasty to discard it just yet...
The wanderer shook off the last shivers. Despite the lingering apprehension, she felt strangely... alive. It was as if an ember had reignited in her heart. She couldn’t say she liked it much, having already lost her will to live. Nevertheless, with it came curiosity she hadn’t felt since her days as a hunter back home. What the devil was that noise...? Hopping along the rooftops, she headed towards the abandoned docks, hoping to find some answers and snuff out this final ember for good.
Likewise, the Marines had heard the shout as well. It was difficult not to hear it, really. Now all of Spider Miles knew the trio was here. Moving with the efficiency of an oiled pocket watch, the taskforce drew closer to the thirteenth building.
Words: 545
Total: 1251 / 13 500
Slowly, the disgraced warrior’s gaze drifted onto her weapon. Nobody would pay anything for her filthy clothes, but this blade was still worth something... She could no longer call herself a samurai, hardly even a swordswoman. Someone more deserving might find use for the mysterious sword... And if she was lucky, the next bottle of poison would finally finish her off. It didn’t do anything else for her anymore.
Yumiko let her gaze wander along the horizon. Somewhere in the back of her mind, an old song played. It was one of the many that her mother used to sing. She couldn’t quite recall the words to go with the tune, not all of them. The beginning slipped from her mouth out into the winds.
“I’ve come here from nowhere...
Across the unforgiving sea...
Drifting further and further...
It’s all becoming clear to me... Gah-!”
The fledgling singer recoiled, when her wandering gaze found someone staring back. On the street down below stood an armored stranger. Even through the pitch-black visor of the thick helmet, she could feel the unflinching eyes drilling into her. Confusion and embarrassment entwined together like rapidly growing vines. When did he get there? How long had he been listening?
Something about the silent man sent a deep shiver down Yumiko’s back. Her hair bristled. She didn’t even notice her hand creeping to the handle of her blade. Her animal instincts were screaming at her to get away. Swallowing nervously, she steeled her nerves and stood her ground. The tense seconds ticked by in uneasy silence.
Suddenly, a howl of pure, unadulterated frustration shattered the stillness. Seagulls scattered, screeching wildly. The mysterious knight slowly turned his attention towards the fading sound. Without a word, he marched off.
Yumiko finally let out the breath she had been holding all this time. Cold sweat trailed down her brow. Who...? Nay... What was that...? Despite her vantage point, it had felt like she was the one staring up at a giant. She took a deep breath and relaxed her stance. Her trembling hand brushed against the loyal blade by her side. Perhaps... She shouldn’t be so hasty to discard it just yet...
The wanderer shook off the last shivers. Despite the lingering apprehension, she felt strangely... alive. It was as if an ember had reignited in her heart. She couldn’t say she liked it much, having already lost her will to live. Nevertheless, with it came curiosity she hadn’t felt since her days as a hunter back home. What the devil was that noise...? Hopping along the rooftops, she headed towards the abandoned docks, hoping to find some answers and snuff out this final ember for good.
Likewise, the Marines had heard the shout as well. It was difficult not to hear it, really. Now all of Spider Miles knew the trio was here. Moving with the efficiency of an oiled pocket watch, the taskforce drew closer to the thirteenth building.
Words: 545
Total: 1251 / 13 500
- Rias Keko
- [tracker=/t1683-rias-keko#9293]
Name : Rias Keko
Epithet : Funbags
Age : 19
Height : 5 Feet 7 Inch (1.70m)
Weight : 143 lbs (65kg)
Species/Tribe : Human
Faction : New Revolutionary Army
World Position : NRA Lieutenant
Bounty : [bel=r] 12,000,000
Quality Score : B
Income Bonus : +0.10 (from world position)
Balance : [bel] 566,755,000
[[childofdestiny]]
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Posts : 84
Re: [Arc] Mountains and Plains: Part I - Spider Miles Challenge
Wed Aug 16, 2023 10:35 am
[plyr=revo]"20...19...17... Wait..."[/plyr]
Rias mumbled as she was walking by large buildings made out of metal that had begun to rust, turning its former bright aluminium color into brown, and what's left of bright aluminium into dark corroded aluminum. With the holes in them, seaside wind could be felt breezing through them, making it sound as if someone was whistling.
But her luck of numbers in this row had stopped, the last facility being 17 in that row. Â She turned her head to look at the row of storage facilities across the street. [plyr=revo]"1... 2... 3... This makes no sense."[/plyr] Slowly but surely the cofusion was taking over. In her head, she had begun to understand... Why this storage harbor had been abandoned.
There was however a better way to see where the right number facility was. While looking across the street, her sight fixated on a case of stairs that would take her up the storage facilities, which she could then traverse on. Upon getting on the corroded staircase, she felt it creaking, but paid no mind to it... It was after all an old staircase.
She should have paid mind to it.
Just as she was about to hit the top of the storage facility, the screws finally loosened up and the staircase began to slowly move away from the building it had formerly been attached to, leaving Rias to hold onto the handle with her dear life.
Since there was another facility just next to the staircase, it will inevitably crash against it, sandwiching Rias between the building and the facility. Perhaps it was now finally time to showcase the flexibility and attempt to escape this foul situation she has been led into... By her very own self.
Rias pulled herself up to stand on the handle railing and pushed herself off to jump up toward the higher handle railing, followed by another push, this time against the storage facility's wall. Trying to maintain the momentum, she pushed herself off the wall against the other facility's wall, followed by one last push in the last Zig Zag pattern to grab a hold of the roof edge with her hands.
She had not yet cleared the situation she was in, but she could hear the staircase finally collapse full of metal clinging. [plyr=revo]"Huff... Huff... That was close."[/plyr] Rias let out an exhale as she then tried to pull herself up, which she actually managed fairly easily, but of course, she had to lay out a complaint to the very thing that made some men lust over her. [plyr=revo]"Of course, funbags are the heavy ones here..."[/plyr]
Moments later full of leaping and careful walking across the facility roofs, Rias finally noticed numbers that would finally lead her to the right facility. [plyr=revo]"Finally, 13."[/plyr]. With a couple of careful leaps onto facility walls and onto crates that were next to the wall, she made her way down to the ground and soon after, across the street to the entrance of the facility which had the large number 13 written in fading white color.
Rias's hand raised, balled into a fist and bounded on the big metal door, but no answer. She bounded the door again but once more, no answer. Maybe it was the 'defense' mechanism. They are, after all, wanted people.
She grabbed a hold of the large vertical handle and pulled the sliding door open.
[plyr=revo]"Hello?! I come in peace and mean you no harm!"[/plyr] Rias shouted, as she entered the abandoned building full of wooden loading crates, lots of dust and darkness with rays of light piercing through shattered windows. The creaking metal in the wind certainly set the mood of horror if nothing else already hadn't. This chilling situation immediately made Rias rest her left hand on top of the handle of her katana.
[637/1546/13 500]
Rias mumbled as she was walking by large buildings made out of metal that had begun to rust, turning its former bright aluminium color into brown, and what's left of bright aluminium into dark corroded aluminum. With the holes in them, seaside wind could be felt breezing through them, making it sound as if someone was whistling.
But her luck of numbers in this row had stopped, the last facility being 17 in that row. Â She turned her head to look at the row of storage facilities across the street. [plyr=revo]"1... 2... 3... This makes no sense."[/plyr] Slowly but surely the cofusion was taking over. In her head, she had begun to understand... Why this storage harbor had been abandoned.
There was however a better way to see where the right number facility was. While looking across the street, her sight fixated on a case of stairs that would take her up the storage facilities, which she could then traverse on. Upon getting on the corroded staircase, she felt it creaking, but paid no mind to it... It was after all an old staircase.
She should have paid mind to it.
Just as she was about to hit the top of the storage facility, the screws finally loosened up and the staircase began to slowly move away from the building it had formerly been attached to, leaving Rias to hold onto the handle with her dear life.
Since there was another facility just next to the staircase, it will inevitably crash against it, sandwiching Rias between the building and the facility. Perhaps it was now finally time to showcase the flexibility and attempt to escape this foul situation she has been led into... By her very own self.
Rias pulled herself up to stand on the handle railing and pushed herself off to jump up toward the higher handle railing, followed by another push, this time against the storage facility's wall. Trying to maintain the momentum, she pushed herself off the wall against the other facility's wall, followed by one last push in the last Zig Zag pattern to grab a hold of the roof edge with her hands.
She had not yet cleared the situation she was in, but she could hear the staircase finally collapse full of metal clinging. [plyr=revo]"Huff... Huff... That was close."[/plyr] Rias let out an exhale as she then tried to pull herself up, which she actually managed fairly easily, but of course, she had to lay out a complaint to the very thing that made some men lust over her. [plyr=revo]"Of course, funbags are the heavy ones here..."[/plyr]
Moments later full of leaping and careful walking across the facility roofs, Rias finally noticed numbers that would finally lead her to the right facility. [plyr=revo]"Finally, 13."[/plyr]. With a couple of careful leaps onto facility walls and onto crates that were next to the wall, she made her way down to the ground and soon after, across the street to the entrance of the facility which had the large number 13 written in fading white color.
Rias's hand raised, balled into a fist and bounded on the big metal door, but no answer. She bounded the door again but once more, no answer. Maybe it was the 'defense' mechanism. They are, after all, wanted people.
She grabbed a hold of the large vertical handle and pulled the sliding door open.
[plyr=revo]"Hello?! I come in peace and mean you no harm!"[/plyr] Rias shouted, as she entered the abandoned building full of wooden loading crates, lots of dust and darkness with rays of light piercing through shattered windows. The creaking metal in the wind certainly set the mood of horror if nothing else already hadn't. This chilling situation immediately made Rias rest her left hand on top of the handle of her katana.
[637/1546/13 500]
- Yumiko
- [tracker=/t1347-yumiko#7408]
Name : Yumiko
Epithet : Kamaitachi
Age : 28
Height : 5'5'' / 165 cm
Weight : 128 lbs. / 58 kg
Species/Tribe : Human
Faction : Civilian
Devil Fruit : Ita Ita no Mi, Model: Kamaitachi
Bounty : [bel=r] 10,000,012
Quality Score : S
EXP Bonus : +0.20 (to all allies)
Balance : [bel] 2,916,996,298
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Posts : 496
Re: [Arc] Mountains and Plains: Part I - Spider Miles Challenge
Thu Aug 17, 2023 12:21 pm
Even in such a sorry state, Yumiko had no trouble traversing the rooftops. With the wind forever at her back, every leap led further and every landing was softer. She had never particularly liked her curse, but... Ever since she had started embracing it, she had felt herself growing rapidly stronger. It was like the puzzle pieces were finally clicking into place after all these years. She was still missing a few though. The picture was far from complete.
The weasel’s sharp ears twitched at the commotion down below. First, there was an awful racket, like something falling over. Soon after, she heard someone shouting. An oddly familiar scent tickled her nose as well. She couldn’t quite place who it belonged to, but it certainly sparked some strong irritation in her. Stopping on top of a hangar opposite of number 13, she reluctantly peeked at the scene unfolding below...
By now, the seven soldiers had the hangar surrounded. They let the fiery-haired woman enter, before exchanging a conspiratorial nod. It was now or never. Their squad leader motioned at the sliding door and swept his hand between the closest comrades. “You three, with me. Block the exit and pick your targets. Take them alive.” His commanding finger aimed a point at the remaining allies. “You three, watch the perimeter.” With a wordless salute, all seven went to work.
The squad leader and his three comrades rushed through the door. Brandishing their guns, they found... The woman all alone? “Freeze! You’re under-! What the...?” The confused shout echoed in an empty hall. “Where are the defectors? Answer me!” With the way dust coated the floor, it seemed this place hadn’t been habited by anyone but rats for years.
While the Marines were busy securing the warehouse, they failed to notice an extra figure arriving among them. For someone wearing a full set of armor, the mysterious stranger marched far too quietly. He stopped to stare at the soldiers taking positions. His hidden gaze seemed to linger on their armaments. He glanced down at his blank chest piece and empty hands.
After a silent pause, the armored man marched to a nearby pile of junk. With intense focus, he dug out a length of rope, a couple of empty bottles, as well as a slightly bent metal pipe. The rope secured the bottles against his chest like an imitation bandolier. Holding the pipe much like a pretend musket, he stepped back into the Marine ranks and took position as well. His presence went completely unnoticed.
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The weasel’s sharp ears twitched at the commotion down below. First, there was an awful racket, like something falling over. Soon after, she heard someone shouting. An oddly familiar scent tickled her nose as well. She couldn’t quite place who it belonged to, but it certainly sparked some strong irritation in her. Stopping on top of a hangar opposite of number 13, she reluctantly peeked at the scene unfolding below...
By now, the seven soldiers had the hangar surrounded. They let the fiery-haired woman enter, before exchanging a conspiratorial nod. It was now or never. Their squad leader motioned at the sliding door and swept his hand between the closest comrades. “You three, with me. Block the exit and pick your targets. Take them alive.” His commanding finger aimed a point at the remaining allies. “You three, watch the perimeter.” With a wordless salute, all seven went to work.
The squad leader and his three comrades rushed through the door. Brandishing their guns, they found... The woman all alone? “Freeze! You’re under-! What the...?” The confused shout echoed in an empty hall. “Where are the defectors? Answer me!” With the way dust coated the floor, it seemed this place hadn’t been habited by anyone but rats for years.
While the Marines were busy securing the warehouse, they failed to notice an extra figure arriving among them. For someone wearing a full set of armor, the mysterious stranger marched far too quietly. He stopped to stare at the soldiers taking positions. His hidden gaze seemed to linger on their armaments. He glanced down at his blank chest piece and empty hands.
After a silent pause, the armored man marched to a nearby pile of junk. With intense focus, he dug out a length of rope, a couple of empty bottles, as well as a slightly bent metal pipe. The rope secured the bottles against his chest like an imitation bandolier. Holding the pipe much like a pretend musket, he stepped back into the Marine ranks and took position as well. His presence went completely unnoticed.
Words: 423
Total: 1674 / 13 500
- Rias Keko
- [tracker=/t1683-rias-keko#9293]
Name : Rias Keko
Epithet : Funbags
Age : 19
Height : 5 Feet 7 Inch (1.70m)
Weight : 143 lbs (65kg)
Species/Tribe : Human
Faction : New Revolutionary Army
World Position : NRA Lieutenant
Bounty : [bel=r] 12,000,000
Quality Score : B
Income Bonus : +0.10 (from world position)
Balance : [bel] 566,755,000
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Posts : 84
Re: [Arc] Mountains and Plains: Part I - Spider Miles Challenge
Thu Aug 17, 2023 4:41 pm
Before the shout even reached Rias's ears, she saw the shadows forming on top of the ray of light that came from the entrance and the remains of the windows. Her right hand gripped onto the hilt of her saber as she then turned towards the entrance, facing where the sound came from.
At first, it was hard to figure out who it was that was aiming at her and ordering her to stand where she was, but as her eyes got accustomed to the bright light, she could finally recognize the uniformed men... Marines.
Her immediate thought was that she had been set up and there were no defectors, to begin with, but that doubt had been momentarily silenced when the marines pointing their guns at her questioned where the defectors were.
[plyr=revo]"Def...- Who? I am just here for a business opportunity!"[/plyr]
She spewed the first thing that came into her mind just as she repositioned herself, trying to show off her cleavage as she would usually in the stance she currently is. The only problem with that is that she is wearing dark robes that cover her usual kimono. Mayhaps the shape of her body that can be seen from the robes is enough to sway the marines.
"What's the ruckus outside?" James was wondering as he was closest to the main entrance of the facility. He moved a bit closer to the door, trying to see if there are any holes in the wall or the door itself to peek through it.
Meanwhile, Richard was trying to grab a hold of the hammer from Jeremy who was clearly at least a head taller than Richard himself, but Jeremy was not letting him, holding it high up so Richard wouldn't grab it. All the while the two clearly listened to James posing the question.
"Well James this is a highly active area of the island, of course there would be traffic," Richard said as if he could not believe James would even pose such a question.
"Hammond you imbecile, this entire harbor is abandoned, that's why we are even here." Jeremy lowered the hand with the hammer down next to him.
To get a clearer idea of the situation, James carefully pushed the sliding door open and put his head through it for a moment, only to see the backsides of the marines that were entering the building across the street.
"Crickey... It's the rozzers."
His head then raised a bit, seeing the number that was on the hangar facility right across the street, the big, fading white color, marking the facility as '13'. Slowly the door got slid back closed with a slight but also hearable creek.
"Jeremy..."
This was followed by a momentary silence as James turned over.
"You are an apocalyptic dingleberry. We are not in the facility '13'!"
[480/2026/13 500]
At first, it was hard to figure out who it was that was aiming at her and ordering her to stand where she was, but as her eyes got accustomed to the bright light, she could finally recognize the uniformed men... Marines.
Her immediate thought was that she had been set up and there were no defectors, to begin with, but that doubt had been momentarily silenced when the marines pointing their guns at her questioned where the defectors were.
[plyr=revo]"Def...- Who? I am just here for a business opportunity!"[/plyr]
She spewed the first thing that came into her mind just as she repositioned herself, trying to show off her cleavage as she would usually in the stance she currently is. The only problem with that is that she is wearing dark robes that cover her usual kimono. Mayhaps the shape of her body that can be seen from the robes is enough to sway the marines.
Meanwhile not in storage facility 13
"What's the ruckus outside?" James was wondering as he was closest to the main entrance of the facility. He moved a bit closer to the door, trying to see if there are any holes in the wall or the door itself to peek through it.
Meanwhile, Richard was trying to grab a hold of the hammer from Jeremy who was clearly at least a head taller than Richard himself, but Jeremy was not letting him, holding it high up so Richard wouldn't grab it. All the while the two clearly listened to James posing the question.
"Well James this is a highly active area of the island, of course there would be traffic," Richard said as if he could not believe James would even pose such a question.
"Hammond you imbecile, this entire harbor is abandoned, that's why we are even here." Jeremy lowered the hand with the hammer down next to him.
To get a clearer idea of the situation, James carefully pushed the sliding door open and put his head through it for a moment, only to see the backsides of the marines that were entering the building across the street.
"Crickey... It's the rozzers."
His head then raised a bit, seeing the number that was on the hangar facility right across the street, the big, fading white color, marking the facility as '13'. Slowly the door got slid back closed with a slight but also hearable creek.
"Jeremy..."
This was followed by a momentary silence as James turned over.
"You are an apocalyptic dingleberry. We are not in the facility '13'!"
[480/2026/13 500]
- Yumiko
- [tracker=/t1347-yumiko#7408]
Name : Yumiko
Epithet : Kamaitachi
Age : 28
Height : 5'5'' / 165 cm
Weight : 128 lbs. / 58 kg
Species/Tribe : Human
Faction : Civilian
Devil Fruit : Ita Ita no Mi, Model: Kamaitachi
Bounty : [bel=r] 10,000,012
Quality Score : S
EXP Bonus : +0.20 (to all allies)
Balance : [bel] 2,916,996,298
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Posts : 496
Re: [Arc] Mountains and Plains: Part I - Spider Miles Challenge
Fri Aug 18, 2023 7:31 am
The Marines hesitated at the peculiar answer. “Business... what...?” While three of them kept their guns trained on the suspicious woman, the squad leader dug out an adorably small snail. “Sir, we are at the location. No sign of the targets. There’s only a weird homeless woman here.” Being quick and efficient left no room for being polite.
On the other end, a dry voice let out a pensive harrumph. The snail closed his eyes and adopted a pondering expression. “Hmph, naive...” Suddenly, one of its eyes opened. “This is the trap.” Its graying mustache positively quivered with dramatic energy.
The seaman gave the curvy suspect a puzzled glance. “You mean, she has a-” He didn’t get to finish the thought. “What? No. I mean she’s the bait, meant to lure you in and keep you busy.” Despite the snail’s hasty clarification, the grunt still didn’t quite follow.
However, the Lieutenant had already drawn the obvious conclusions. “The traitors led you there on purpose, to trap you. No doubt their reinforcements are already securing an escape route. Damn those tactical masterminds...” Going against their prowess felt like playing chess with half the pieces. He was at a constant disadvantage.
This required drastic measures...
Fortunately, the Lieutenant too was a veritable veteran ofmaking a mountain out of a molehill the battlefield. He had a plan of action ready for this exact scenario, to save his naive soldiers. “Spread out. Light up the whole district. Close their escape routes and funnel them towards the sea. Our ships will intercept any escape attempt.” Spider Miles was a lawless pile of rubbish, impossible to search, but there was nowhere to hide on the open sea.
Finally, the grunts were catching on as well. They shared hesitant looks, distracted from their suspect. “But sir... What if the flames spread to populated areas...?” A couple of the soldiers brushed their bottles pensively. Only now it seemed to sink in that they were actually expected to use their incendiary arsenal.
The voice behind the snail picked up on the hesitation. A heavy sigh made its mustache heave. “We will put out the fire after we have dealt with the defectors. Peace requires sacrifices. If we have to sacrifice hundreds to save thousands, then so be it. I am counting on you.” With the grim sense of finality, the snail fell quiet. The Lieutenant buried his face in his hands. He took no enjoyment from this...
But they had left him no choice.
Up on the nearby rooftop, the weasel woman listened with deep disdain. Now the lingering scent of tar and oil was making a disgusting amount of sense. Tch, this was no hunt. Where was their honor? Or even their hunter’s pride? Of course the Marine command would be rotten here too... What had she even expected?
Some broken remnant of the former samurai wanted to intervene. It was screaming at her to stop them, before they could do something unforgivable. However, her overwhelming apathy soon suffocated the weak voice. It was none of her concern. She turned her back on the scene about to unfold. With any luck, the flames would swallow her too, a fitting end for trash.
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Total: 2209 / 13 500
On the other end, a dry voice let out a pensive harrumph. The snail closed his eyes and adopted a pondering expression. “Hmph, naive...” Suddenly, one of its eyes opened. “This is the trap.” Its graying mustache positively quivered with dramatic energy.
The seaman gave the curvy suspect a puzzled glance. “You mean, she has a-” He didn’t get to finish the thought. “What? No. I mean she’s the bait, meant to lure you in and keep you busy.” Despite the snail’s hasty clarification, the grunt still didn’t quite follow.
However, the Lieutenant had already drawn the obvious conclusions. “The traitors led you there on purpose, to trap you. No doubt their reinforcements are already securing an escape route. Damn those tactical masterminds...” Going against their prowess felt like playing chess with half the pieces. He was at a constant disadvantage.
This required drastic measures...
Fortunately, the Lieutenant too was a veritable veteran of
Finally, the grunts were catching on as well. They shared hesitant looks, distracted from their suspect. “But sir... What if the flames spread to populated areas...?” A couple of the soldiers brushed their bottles pensively. Only now it seemed to sink in that they were actually expected to use their incendiary arsenal.
The voice behind the snail picked up on the hesitation. A heavy sigh made its mustache heave. “We will put out the fire after we have dealt with the defectors. Peace requires sacrifices. If we have to sacrifice hundreds to save thousands, then so be it. I am counting on you.” With the grim sense of finality, the snail fell quiet. The Lieutenant buried his face in his hands. He took no enjoyment from this...
But they had left him no choice.
Up on the nearby rooftop, the weasel woman listened with deep disdain. Now the lingering scent of tar and oil was making a disgusting amount of sense. Tch, this was no hunt. Where was their honor? Or even their hunter’s pride? Of course the Marine command would be rotten here too... What had she even expected?
Some broken remnant of the former samurai wanted to intervene. It was screaming at her to stop them, before they could do something unforgivable. However, her overwhelming apathy soon suffocated the weak voice. It was none of her concern. She turned her back on the scene about to unfold. With any luck, the flames would swallow her too, a fitting end for trash.
Words: 535
Total: 2209 / 13 500
- Rias Keko
- [tracker=/t1683-rias-keko#9293]
Name : Rias Keko
Epithet : Funbags
Age : 19
Height : 5 Feet 7 Inch (1.70m)
Weight : 143 lbs (65kg)
Species/Tribe : Human
Faction : New Revolutionary Army
World Position : NRA Lieutenant
Bounty : [bel=r] 12,000,000
Quality Score : B
Income Bonus : +0.10 (from world position)
Balance : [bel] 566,755,000
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Posts : 84
Re: [Arc] Mountains and Plains: Part I - Spider Miles Challenge
Sat Aug 19, 2023 11:14 am
"You see James, sometimes, my genius, it's almost frightening." Jeremy explained the fumble they were in, trying to turn it into a great success, rather 'convincingly' at that, except the other two lads that were with him knew the orangutan.
"Wha-..? Jeremy! You specifically told the Revolutionaries we were in facility 13, and the Marines are right over there as we speak." Richard explained to Jeremy about his wrongdoing, to which Jeremy simply replied, "Well... Yes."
"So you are a dingleberry." James managed to express his feelings on the very matter, but weirdly enough, it was Jeremy himself who was the voice of reason in this situation. "Listen, guys, us arguing does not make this situation any better, we better get out of here."
"What about our contact?" "From the looks of it, the rozzers already caught someone." Richard and James discussed this amongst themselves. "Greeeeat. Anyway, we can use the back door. It's a bit rusted but if we combine our strength, we might open it... Only."
"What only?" "I am allergic to manual labor." "It's do or die Jeremy!" Richard and James now discussed. It was clear at this point that Richard was the most youthful out of the three, and also the shortest... And most energetic. And given the seriousness of the situation, they convinced Jeremy to embrace manual labor and get the back door open, together, to escape.
With heavy difficulty the rusted small door opened, releasing a loud squeaking noise into the air, but it was rather muffled by the ruckus that was happening in front of facility 13, and yet, it might still reach someone's ears. The trio were getting ready to scout the surrounding, and once more, escape.
[plyr=revo]"Homeless woman?"[/plyr] Rias stood there, speechless by that notion. Well, given her profession, she really did not have a place she could call 'home', she couldn't go back to Karate Island and drag the Marines there either. [plyr=revo]"Who are you calling homeless?!"[/plyr] seems like trying to charm them was out of question.
But that question did not matter one bit, especially since the marines who pointed the guns at her clearly spoiled their entire plan for her. [plyr=revo]"Have you lost your minds?!"[/plyr] Rias said, out of pure instinct. What she heard was outrageous, to burn and endanger hundreds of lives.
[plyr=revo]"First you label me homeless! Before that you labeled me a criminal for apparent public indecency and that I stood for my rights, and now you plan to burn this place down?"[/plyr]
Her right hand pulled the Katana out of the black scabbard, which immediately then split into two katanas, one into each hand. The katanas were hued in a slightly pink color, looking like pink leaves were forming on them just as she was taking in a stance, clearly, she was ready for an attack.
[plyr=revo]"HAVE ALL THE MARINES LOST THEIR MINDS?! I DID NOT DRESS INDECENTLY AND I WILL NOT LET YOU BURN DOWN THIS FACILITY NO MATTER HOW BEYOND SAVING THIS ISLAND MAY SEEM TO BE! ACT 3! RED BLOSSOM!"[/plyr]
Rias sent out a slash, both katanas were brought down diagonally from up to down, sending out a gust of pink leaves which were flying like shrapnels towards the marines that were blocking the entrance, trying to cut through them and making way for her to get out and finally find the people she came to fetch.
For all she knew... They might have already been caught.
[582/2608/13 500]
"Wha-..? Jeremy! You specifically told the Revolutionaries we were in facility 13, and the Marines are right over there as we speak." Richard explained to Jeremy about his wrongdoing, to which Jeremy simply replied, "Well... Yes."
"So you are a dingleberry." James managed to express his feelings on the very matter, but weirdly enough, it was Jeremy himself who was the voice of reason in this situation. "Listen, guys, us arguing does not make this situation any better, we better get out of here."
"What about our contact?" "From the looks of it, the rozzers already caught someone." Richard and James discussed this amongst themselves. "Greeeeat. Anyway, we can use the back door. It's a bit rusted but if we combine our strength, we might open it... Only."
"What only?" "I am allergic to manual labor." "It's do or die Jeremy!" Richard and James now discussed. It was clear at this point that Richard was the most youthful out of the three, and also the shortest... And most energetic. And given the seriousness of the situation, they convinced Jeremy to embrace manual labor and get the back door open, together, to escape.
With heavy difficulty the rusted small door opened, releasing a loud squeaking noise into the air, but it was rather muffled by the ruckus that was happening in front of facility 13, and yet, it might still reach someone's ears. The trio were getting ready to scout the surrounding, and once more, escape.
Back in the real storage facility 13
[plyr=revo]"Homeless woman?"[/plyr] Rias stood there, speechless by that notion. Well, given her profession, she really did not have a place she could call 'home', she couldn't go back to Karate Island and drag the Marines there either. [plyr=revo]"Who are you calling homeless?!"[/plyr] seems like trying to charm them was out of question.
But that question did not matter one bit, especially since the marines who pointed the guns at her clearly spoiled their entire plan for her. [plyr=revo]"Have you lost your minds?!"[/plyr] Rias said, out of pure instinct. What she heard was outrageous, to burn and endanger hundreds of lives.
[plyr=revo]"First you label me homeless! Before that you labeled me a criminal for apparent public indecency and that I stood for my rights, and now you plan to burn this place down?"[/plyr]
Her right hand pulled the Katana out of the black scabbard, which immediately then split into two katanas, one into each hand. The katanas were hued in a slightly pink color, looking like pink leaves were forming on them just as she was taking in a stance, clearly, she was ready for an attack.
[plyr=revo]"HAVE ALL THE MARINES LOST THEIR MINDS?! I DID NOT DRESS INDECENTLY AND I WILL NOT LET YOU BURN DOWN THIS FACILITY NO MATTER HOW BEYOND SAVING THIS ISLAND MAY SEEM TO BE! ACT 3! RED BLOSSOM!"[/plyr]
Rias sent out a slash, both katanas were brought down diagonally from up to down, sending out a gust of pink leaves which were flying like shrapnels towards the marines that were blocking the entrance, trying to cut through them and making way for her to get out and finally find the people she came to fetch.
For all she knew... They might have already been caught.
[582/2608/13 500]
- Yumiko
- [tracker=/t1347-yumiko#7408]
Name : Yumiko
Epithet : Kamaitachi
Age : 28
Height : 5'5'' / 165 cm
Weight : 128 lbs. / 58 kg
Species/Tribe : Human
Faction : Civilian
Devil Fruit : Ita Ita no Mi, Model: Kamaitachi
Bounty : [bel=r] 10,000,012
Quality Score : S
EXP Bonus : +0.20 (to all allies)
Balance : [bel] 2,916,996,298
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Posts : 496
Re: [Arc] Mountains and Plains: Part I - Spider Miles Challenge
Sun Aug 20, 2023 3:58 pm
As the Revolutionary charged, the Marines were caught off-guard. Their squad leader managed to narrowly dive aside, but the rest weren’t quite as swift. Two were caught dead on and launched aside. Four more got clipped and stumbled backwards.
Only a single one of the eight white-clad figures remained standing. He also happened to be the odd one out. The cutting gust carved right through the held pipe and the empty bottles. Shards of glass rained onto the pavement. However, it merely scraped against the white armor with a shower of sparks, as if clashing against some unseen force. Not even scratches remained on the shining steel.
The mysterious stranger looked down at his ruined pipe and unceremoniously dropped the halves. His hidden gaze focused keenly on the fleeing Revolutionary... But he made no move to stop her. Rather, he glanced at the downed Marines, silently studying their struggle, neither helping nor hindering.
Naturally, the squad leader was the first to find his footing again. He helped his closest friends up, who in turn went to help the others. “Follow the orders! Split up! Close the exits!” Hesitation had flared to full on anger. That attack had cemented the Revolutionary as their enemy. In the chaos, no one seemed to notice there was one too many of them.
“Don’t let any of them escape!”
Right on command, the six others took off sprinting. Bottles were brandished. Lighters were flicked. Oil splashed and fire roared. One after another, the alleyways and exits were blocked off by smoke and flames. The fire bit greedily onto the piles of junk littering the abandoned area, licking the walls of the hangars. In Spider Miles, there was no shortage of trash. Unfortunately, much of it was also awfully flammable...
The timer had started.
Seemingly inspired by this burst of activity, the armored oddball marched off as well. This time he picked up the pace too, going double time. His determined footsteps led towards the direction where the cloaked woman had fled.
Yumiko watched from her vantage point, as all Hell broke loose. Her sharp ears had caught the suspicious squeak. It was like someone had tried to open a rusty can of soup with a spoon. In the hunter’s opinion, their stealth desperately needed work. At this rate, they would all get trapped and caught in a matter of moments.
The weasel woman clicked her tongue. Her imaginary tail lashed with growing irritation. Why was she getting invested in this? She had already promised herself this did not concern her. So why did standing idle sting so much?
Unable -or unwilling- to answer the question, the mangy warrior summoned a gust of wind that launched her onto the next rooftop. It was that strange man, she decided for her excuse. Something about him was making her hair stand on end... She had to find out his intentions.
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Only a single one of the eight white-clad figures remained standing. He also happened to be the odd one out. The cutting gust carved right through the held pipe and the empty bottles. Shards of glass rained onto the pavement. However, it merely scraped against the white armor with a shower of sparks, as if clashing against some unseen force. Not even scratches remained on the shining steel.
The mysterious stranger looked down at his ruined pipe and unceremoniously dropped the halves. His hidden gaze focused keenly on the fleeing Revolutionary... But he made no move to stop her. Rather, he glanced at the downed Marines, silently studying their struggle, neither helping nor hindering.
Naturally, the squad leader was the first to find his footing again. He helped his closest friends up, who in turn went to help the others. “Follow the orders! Split up! Close the exits!” Hesitation had flared to full on anger. That attack had cemented the Revolutionary as their enemy. In the chaos, no one seemed to notice there was one too many of them.
“Don’t let any of them escape!”
Right on command, the six others took off sprinting. Bottles were brandished. Lighters were flicked. Oil splashed and fire roared. One after another, the alleyways and exits were blocked off by smoke and flames. The fire bit greedily onto the piles of junk littering the abandoned area, licking the walls of the hangars. In Spider Miles, there was no shortage of trash. Unfortunately, much of it was also awfully flammable...
The timer had started.
Seemingly inspired by this burst of activity, the armored oddball marched off as well. This time he picked up the pace too, going double time. His determined footsteps led towards the direction where the cloaked woman had fled.
Yumiko watched from her vantage point, as all Hell broke loose. Her sharp ears had caught the suspicious squeak. It was like someone had tried to open a rusty can of soup with a spoon. In the hunter’s opinion, their stealth desperately needed work. At this rate, they would all get trapped and caught in a matter of moments.
The weasel woman clicked her tongue. Her imaginary tail lashed with growing irritation. Why was she getting invested in this? She had already promised herself this did not concern her. So why did standing idle sting so much?
Unable -or unwilling- to answer the question, the mangy warrior summoned a gust of wind that launched her onto the next rooftop. It was that strange man, she decided for her excuse. Something about him was making her hair stand on end... She had to find out his intentions.
Words: 482
Total: 2691 / 13 500
- Rias Keko
- [tracker=/t1683-rias-keko#9293]
Name : Rias Keko
Epithet : Funbags
Age : 19
Height : 5 Feet 7 Inch (1.70m)
Weight : 143 lbs (65kg)
Species/Tribe : Human
Faction : New Revolutionary Army
World Position : NRA Lieutenant
Bounty : [bel=r] 12,000,000
Quality Score : B
Income Bonus : +0.10 (from world position)
Balance : [bel] 566,755,000
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Posts : 84
Re: [Arc] Mountains and Plains: Part I - Spider Miles Challenge
Mon Aug 21, 2023 1:37 pm
Rias found no pleasure in this unnecessary violence she committed, it went against everything she had been ordered to do, keep a low profile... But it seemed to be the only way out. When one comes face to face with guns, they do what they have to.
The way had been cleared enough for Rias to dash through to get back into the light, even passing by the mysterious person for who she paid no mind to, but it seemed neither did he, or her. She sheeted her blade and rested her left hand on the hilt whilst running off, trying to find an exit, but she has not forgotten about her mission.
[plyr=revo]"IF YOU ARE OUT THERE, THIS IS YOUR LAST TIME TO HEAD FOR MY VOICE! THE RESCUE IS HERE!"[/plyr]
Rias shouted out from the top of her lung while running, her head turning left and right as she checked the passing alleyways of the storage facilities. There was a huge chance her shouting would just be lost in the wind of the conflict, but she was hopeful but aware... This may as well pull more trouble in her way.
"Oh bfoody heff!"
"Shhh... Stop making the noise Jeremy!" "It wasn't me! James's hair got stuck in a spider web, and his face!" Richard tried to call Jeremy out, only to mistake him for James. The trio got out, but they were as lost as they had been before. Now they found themselves in an alleyway.
"Well then. We are out, now what?" James laid out a good question, an obvious one but a good one. Jeremy raised both of his index fingers up to his head height. "Gentlemen. I have a theory and a plan." James remained stood like a stone statue, this time with his hands on his side, meanwhile, Richard the youngest displayed more emotions with hands on his hips, both listening to Jeremy's grand plan.
"The fire. Humanity's greatest invention. We use it for warming, the stranded ones use it to create smoke and signal."
Richard covered his face with his palm while James decided to comment on Jeremy's way of thinking, "Besides the orangutan discovering fire, what's your point?"
"Listen, what if we walk towards the fire, it's obvious it is produced by our former employer. What if we pretend to surrender?" Jeremy had a slightly smug smile on his face, he saw his own genius, but the other two failed at it.
Richard removed his palm from his face and looked at Jeremy with a questioning face, "And what if they see through our bluff?" "Well, then we'll find a boat and ride into a sunset." Jeremy began to move towards the light that would lead them to the main street. "That's not how any of that works" James exhaled but then the duo followed their tall orangutan friend.
"Wait, can you hear that?" Richard asked the remaining members of trio.
It seems though that the trio were not all just crazy ideas. Jeremy's slow and yet rather steady movement lead the trio to shouting Rias who stopped in her place, sliding a bit even from all the running. Jeremy and Richard stood in their place, mouths slightly open, eyes wide open.
"Hello." Â monotone and bland greeting came from Rias's opposite side from Jeremy and Richard. James had somehow managed to make his way to the other side of Rias. That very sentence snapped Jeremy and Richard into a soft giggle, "Of course, he would say hello."
[plyr=revo]"Is it you three? Are you the contacts? We had to meet in facility 13!"[/plyr]
"Things made an incredible turn." "Yeeeeeeeah, we got lost." "Noooooooooo" "So are we ready to go?" Richard and Jeremy could not stop arguing with each other and yet again James was the voice of reason.
"James is right. Do we have a ship?" Richard looked at Rias, with Jeremy and James following with their gazes. [plyr=revo]"You either disguise yourselves and we take commerce ship, or... We find one our own"[/plyr]. The plan has been laid... What's it gonna be?
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The way had been cleared enough for Rias to dash through to get back into the light, even passing by the mysterious person for who she paid no mind to, but it seemed neither did he, or her. She sheeted her blade and rested her left hand on the hilt whilst running off, trying to find an exit, but she has not forgotten about her mission.
[plyr=revo]"IF YOU ARE OUT THERE, THIS IS YOUR LAST TIME TO HEAD FOR MY VOICE! THE RESCUE IS HERE!"[/plyr]
Rias shouted out from the top of her lung while running, her head turning left and right as she checked the passing alleyways of the storage facilities. There was a huge chance her shouting would just be lost in the wind of the conflict, but she was hopeful but aware... This may as well pull more trouble in her way.
Meanwhile... The trio making their grand escape
"Oh bfoody heff!"
"Shhh... Stop making the noise Jeremy!" "It wasn't me! James's hair got stuck in a spider web, and his face!" Richard tried to call Jeremy out, only to mistake him for James. The trio got out, but they were as lost as they had been before. Now they found themselves in an alleyway.
"Well then. We are out, now what?" James laid out a good question, an obvious one but a good one. Jeremy raised both of his index fingers up to his head height. "Gentlemen. I have a theory and a plan." James remained stood like a stone statue, this time with his hands on his side, meanwhile, Richard the youngest displayed more emotions with hands on his hips, both listening to Jeremy's grand plan.
"The fire. Humanity's greatest invention. We use it for warming, the stranded ones use it to create smoke and signal."
Richard covered his face with his palm while James decided to comment on Jeremy's way of thinking, "Besides the orangutan discovering fire, what's your point?"
"Listen, what if we walk towards the fire, it's obvious it is produced by our former employer. What if we pretend to surrender?" Jeremy had a slightly smug smile on his face, he saw his own genius, but the other two failed at it.
Richard removed his palm from his face and looked at Jeremy with a questioning face, "And what if they see through our bluff?" "Well, then we'll find a boat and ride into a sunset." Jeremy began to move towards the light that would lead them to the main street. "That's not how any of that works" James exhaled but then the duo followed their tall orangutan friend.
"Wait, can you hear that?" Richard asked the remaining members of trio.
The faithed meet up
It seems though that the trio were not all just crazy ideas. Jeremy's slow and yet rather steady movement lead the trio to shouting Rias who stopped in her place, sliding a bit even from all the running. Jeremy and Richard stood in their place, mouths slightly open, eyes wide open.
"Hello." Â monotone and bland greeting came from Rias's opposite side from Jeremy and Richard. James had somehow managed to make his way to the other side of Rias. That very sentence snapped Jeremy and Richard into a soft giggle, "Of course, he would say hello."
[plyr=revo]"Is it you three? Are you the contacts? We had to meet in facility 13!"[/plyr]
"Things made an incredible turn." "Yeeeeeeeah, we got lost." "Noooooooooo" "So are we ready to go?" Richard and Jeremy could not stop arguing with each other and yet again James was the voice of reason.
"James is right. Do we have a ship?" Richard looked at Rias, with Jeremy and James following with their gazes. [plyr=revo]"You either disguise yourselves and we take commerce ship, or... We find one our own"[/plyr]. The plan has been laid... What's it gonna be?
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- Yumiko
- [tracker=/t1347-yumiko#7408]
Name : Yumiko
Epithet : Kamaitachi
Age : 28
Height : 5'5'' / 165 cm
Weight : 128 lbs. / 58 kg
Species/Tribe : Human
Faction : Civilian
Devil Fruit : Ita Ita no Mi, Model: Kamaitachi
Bounty : [bel=r] 10,000,012
Quality Score : S
EXP Bonus : +0.20 (to all allies)
Balance : [bel] 2,916,996,298
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Posts : 496
Re: [Arc] Mountains and Plains: Part I - Spider Miles Challenge
Tue Aug 22, 2023 11:21 am
As a loud echo bounced between the empty warehouses, several heads turned towards the source of the shout. The Marines regrouped, giving chase along the same route. Rapid footsteps drummed the ground. They were gaining quickly.
Up on the rooftops, the weasel woman ran with a night-soundless pitter patter. With the wind on her back, she was far faster than those on the ground. Another leap sent her soaring over a sea of fire down below. The trash was burning quickly and the hungry flames were spreading onto the buildings.
Yumiko stopped onto the rooftop overlooking the alley. The rising smoke scratched at her throat. Coughing, she tried to tug her kimono in front of her mouth. Her eyes were watering, making it harder to see what was happening down there. Luckily, her sharp ears served her well. She caught the conversation and silently judged their dishonorable tactics.
However, there was another sound that concerned her far more...
Heavy thumps shook the area, like thundering footsteps of a giant. Metal groaned and concrete cried. Suddenly, the wall ahead exploded open with yet another thump, as if shot with a cannon. The armored man stepped through the hole, blocking the path. He looked to his left... Nothing there... And then to the right, locking his attention onto the escapees.
Surprise and disbelief brought the plotting to a screeching halt. “Who the bloody hell is that...?” James muttered beneath his breath, prompting a spark of horrified recognition from his colleague. “Oh no...” Raising a brow, he turned to Jeremy. “Oh no what? Spit it out. You know him?” Honestly, he was more surprised that the oaf knew anyone at all around here.
Jeremy cleared his throat and spread his hands, like he was holding an invisible ball. “Well... Some say that his heart ticks like a pocket watch and that he is confused by stairs.” He gestured at the menacing stranger. “All we know is, he’s called the Stick.”
After an awkward pause, the older tactician passed a skeptical glance between his comrade and the roadblock. “Hold on... The Stig? You mean that legendary bounty hunter? All the way out here in the middle of bloody nowhere?” His doubts called for a quick clarification. “Nono, that’s his better-known New World cousin. This one’s the Stick, also a bounty hunter.” Despite Jeremy’s explanation, James still didn’t seem all that convinced though.
“Well, that’s a rubbish name if I ever heard one.”
As soon as the comment left the surly man’s lips, the bounty hunter started marching closer. “...I think he heard you.” Richard offered not-very-helpfully. All three defectors quickly huddled to try and hide behind the revolutionary’s back. With a bounty hunter in front of them, Marines hot on their heels and the flames closing in, they were quite trapped. Which way now...?
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Up on the rooftops, the weasel woman ran with a night-soundless pitter patter. With the wind on her back, she was far faster than those on the ground. Another leap sent her soaring over a sea of fire down below. The trash was burning quickly and the hungry flames were spreading onto the buildings.
Yumiko stopped onto the rooftop overlooking the alley. The rising smoke scratched at her throat. Coughing, she tried to tug her kimono in front of her mouth. Her eyes were watering, making it harder to see what was happening down there. Luckily, her sharp ears served her well. She caught the conversation and silently judged their dishonorable tactics.
However, there was another sound that concerned her far more...
Heavy thumps shook the area, like thundering footsteps of a giant. Metal groaned and concrete cried. Suddenly, the wall ahead exploded open with yet another thump, as if shot with a cannon. The armored man stepped through the hole, blocking the path. He looked to his left... Nothing there... And then to the right, locking his attention onto the escapees.
Surprise and disbelief brought the plotting to a screeching halt. “Who the bloody hell is that...?” James muttered beneath his breath, prompting a spark of horrified recognition from his colleague. “Oh no...” Raising a brow, he turned to Jeremy. “Oh no what? Spit it out. You know him?” Honestly, he was more surprised that the oaf knew anyone at all around here.
Jeremy cleared his throat and spread his hands, like he was holding an invisible ball. “Well... Some say that his heart ticks like a pocket watch and that he is confused by stairs.” He gestured at the menacing stranger. “All we know is, he’s called the Stick.”
After an awkward pause, the older tactician passed a skeptical glance between his comrade and the roadblock. “Hold on... The Stig? You mean that legendary bounty hunter? All the way out here in the middle of bloody nowhere?” His doubts called for a quick clarification. “Nono, that’s his better-known New World cousin. This one’s the Stick, also a bounty hunter.” Despite Jeremy’s explanation, James still didn’t seem all that convinced though.
“Well, that’s a rubbish name if I ever heard one.”
As soon as the comment left the surly man’s lips, the bounty hunter started marching closer. “...I think he heard you.” Richard offered not-very-helpfully. All three defectors quickly huddled to try and hide behind the revolutionary’s back. With a bounty hunter in front of them, Marines hot on their heels and the flames closing in, they were quite trapped. Which way now...?
Words: 470
Total: 3161 / 13 500
- Rias Keko
- [tracker=/t1683-rias-keko#9293]
Name : Rias Keko
Epithet : Funbags
Age : 19
Height : 5 Feet 7 Inch (1.70m)
Weight : 143 lbs (65kg)
Species/Tribe : Human
Faction : New Revolutionary Army
World Position : NRA Lieutenant
Bounty : [bel=r] 12,000,000
Quality Score : B
Income Bonus : +0.10 (from world position)
Balance : [bel] 566,755,000
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Posts : 84
Re: [Arc] Mountains and Plains: Part I - Spider Miles Challenge
Wed Aug 23, 2023 1:35 pm
Rias's face was covered a bit with her fist as the explosion happened, trying to block it from any possible small shrapnel. Luckily nothing came her way, but out of the explosion came a figure wearing armor. She had seen the figure, but not paid attention to him, or her.
The figure seemed to be a prominent bounty hunter called the Stick, apparently the cousin of a figure called the Stig, or so the tall escape said. Rias shook her head rapidly trying to wrap her mind around it all before she turned to the trio.
[plyr=revo]"Well is being lesser known less dangerous? What is it? In how big of a danger are we? I need info!"[/plyr] Rias has not found herself in such a tight situation where she is surrounded by marines, burning buildings or even a bounty hunter, leading her to ramble in place as her hand is ready to draw the blade.
"We have tried to understand the brain function of the Stig and then assume the behavior of his cousins," Richard explained to Rias.
[plyr=revo]"Cousins?! Like multiple of them?!"[/plyr] Rias's eyes widened, now there's more of them.
"Yes, and we came to a conclusion. What was it again, James?" Richard looked at James who nodded his head at the question and then with an odd enthusiasm said, "Nothing."
"Greeeeeat, anyway, it seems that I am going to die today... But! There's a solution to that." Another master plan was hatching from the man who was inches away from discovering fire not so long ago. "Fellas, what do we do when we are trapped? We find a way out. Why don't we make our escape through the hole we are about to create in the wall?"
"That's an excellent idea, Jeremy! But there's a problem, none of us three is fit enough to make the hole in the wall." Richard began enthusiastically, but immediately then toned it down. "I have given some thought to that as well. Ahem." Jeremy added while motioning towards Rias and her swords. "She's our way out."
[plyr=revo]"You want me to?"[/plyr] "Yes. And make it quickly, the Stick is getting closer." Richard tried to cheer Rias on, not well, but he tried.
Rias went a bit closer to the wall. She took in a deep breath, closed her eyes, and then swiftly drew her combined katana out of the scabbard, performing two quick slashes on the wall in an X pattern. This was followed by a front kick to punch the X shape into a hole for all of them to get in.
The trio went first and Rias followed. "But the plan is not complete yet. What is a successful escape if you still let them follow you? Block the way in quickly." Jeremy pointed at the pillar which was used as the support of the back of the building.
Rias hesitated, The support pillar was rather thick of a metal, but it contained holes and was corroding, it surely had to make it simpler. Act first and think later, that seemed to be the motto of this current situation. She performed another successful slash, slicing through the support pillar like butter. It seemed like it was just a matter of time until it had bent anyway, or worse, snapped.
The back of the building's roof was cracking and falling down. Rias and the trio backed away quickly not to get caught under it... On the bright side, they had made the grand escape! Or had they?
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The figure seemed to be a prominent bounty hunter called the Stick, apparently the cousin of a figure called the Stig, or so the tall escape said. Rias shook her head rapidly trying to wrap her mind around it all before she turned to the trio.
[plyr=revo]"Well is being lesser known less dangerous? What is it? In how big of a danger are we? I need info!"[/plyr] Rias has not found herself in such a tight situation where she is surrounded by marines, burning buildings or even a bounty hunter, leading her to ramble in place as her hand is ready to draw the blade.
"We have tried to understand the brain function of the Stig and then assume the behavior of his cousins," Richard explained to Rias.
[plyr=revo]"Cousins?! Like multiple of them?!"[/plyr] Rias's eyes widened, now there's more of them.
"Yes, and we came to a conclusion. What was it again, James?" Richard looked at James who nodded his head at the question and then with an odd enthusiasm said, "Nothing."
"Greeeeeat, anyway, it seems that I am going to die today... But! There's a solution to that." Another master plan was hatching from the man who was inches away from discovering fire not so long ago. "Fellas, what do we do when we are trapped? We find a way out. Why don't we make our escape through the hole we are about to create in the wall?"
"That's an excellent idea, Jeremy! But there's a problem, none of us three is fit enough to make the hole in the wall." Richard began enthusiastically, but immediately then toned it down. "I have given some thought to that as well. Ahem." Jeremy added while motioning towards Rias and her swords. "She's our way out."
[plyr=revo]"You want me to?"[/plyr] "Yes. And make it quickly, the Stick is getting closer." Richard tried to cheer Rias on, not well, but he tried.
Rias went a bit closer to the wall. She took in a deep breath, closed her eyes, and then swiftly drew her combined katana out of the scabbard, performing two quick slashes on the wall in an X pattern. This was followed by a front kick to punch the X shape into a hole for all of them to get in.
The trio went first and Rias followed. "But the plan is not complete yet. What is a successful escape if you still let them follow you? Block the way in quickly." Jeremy pointed at the pillar which was used as the support of the back of the building.
Rias hesitated, The support pillar was rather thick of a metal, but it contained holes and was corroding, it surely had to make it simpler. Act first and think later, that seemed to be the motto of this current situation. She performed another successful slash, slicing through the support pillar like butter. It seemed like it was just a matter of time until it had bent anyway, or worse, snapped.
The back of the building's roof was cracking and falling down. Rias and the trio backed away quickly not to get caught under it... On the bright side, they had made the grand escape! Or had they?
[585/3883/13 500]
- Yumiko
- [tracker=/t1347-yumiko#7408]
Name : Yumiko
Epithet : Kamaitachi
Age : 28
Height : 5'5'' / 165 cm
Weight : 128 lbs. / 58 kg
Species/Tribe : Human
Faction : Civilian
Devil Fruit : Ita Ita no Mi, Model: Kamaitachi
Bounty : [bel=r] 10,000,012
Quality Score : S
EXP Bonus : +0.20 (to all allies)
Balance : [bel] 2,916,996,298
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Posts : 496
Re: [Arc] Mountains and Plains: Part I - Spider Miles Challenge
Thu Aug 24, 2023 12:06 pm
While the Revolutionary and her three charges carved a path through the wall, the hand of justice was close behind. The seven Marines burst through the hole in unison, aiming their rifles at the fleeing targets. “Stop, in the name of law!” One of them slipped on his words, telling them to stop in the name of ‘love’. He hoped nobody noticed.
Another hole burst open in the wall right next to the first one. The Stick lowered his fist and stepped casually through. He cast a quiet glance at the row of Marines. His gaze shifted back onto the target and he continued the relentless march, ignoring both the weapons and the growing flames.
As the support pillar buckled, every weakened wall groaned beneath the unbearable weight. The chasers all glanced upwards just in time to see the cracked ceiling coming down. Paralyzed by terror, the Marines only managed to scream. The Stick didn’t make a sound. A massive fireball erupted skywards, as the entire hangar collapsed. Only its charred skeleton remained.
Moments later, a small shadow appeared over the escapees. It was growing rapidly and looked an awful lot like... “Look ouuuuuut!” The homeless woman dropped less-than-gracefully in the middle of the group. Her hands and knees whined at the rough landing.
Yumiko coughed and sneezed from all the dust and soot swirling in the air. After that fall, she looked like a mangy stray cat that had climbed out of a chimney. “Are -cough- thou out of thy mind? Why would -hack- thou tear down the -‘choo- whole building?!” She ranted, while furiously brushing her face. Her gaze flitted around, searching for the disguised swordswoman. Much to her immediate dismay, she found a familiar visage.
“Thou...”
The former Marine’s trembling hand snapped around the handle of her sword. She gritted her teeth. The wounds of humiliation were fresh on her pride. “We meet again... Rias of Keko...” The temptation to lash out was only tempered by her sorry state. Her eyes were watering and her nose was dripping. Another cough was clawing at her aching chest, desperate to escape. She failed to hold it and doubled over, coughing her lungs out.
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Total: 3525 / 13 500
Another hole burst open in the wall right next to the first one. The Stick lowered his fist and stepped casually through. He cast a quiet glance at the row of Marines. His gaze shifted back onto the target and he continued the relentless march, ignoring both the weapons and the growing flames.
As the support pillar buckled, every weakened wall groaned beneath the unbearable weight. The chasers all glanced upwards just in time to see the cracked ceiling coming down. Paralyzed by terror, the Marines only managed to scream. The Stick didn’t make a sound. A massive fireball erupted skywards, as the entire hangar collapsed. Only its charred skeleton remained.
Moments later, a small shadow appeared over the escapees. It was growing rapidly and looked an awful lot like... “Look ouuuuuut!” The homeless woman dropped less-than-gracefully in the middle of the group. Her hands and knees whined at the rough landing.
Yumiko coughed and sneezed from all the dust and soot swirling in the air. After that fall, she looked like a mangy stray cat that had climbed out of a chimney. “Are -cough- thou out of thy mind? Why would -hack- thou tear down the -‘choo- whole building?!” She ranted, while furiously brushing her face. Her gaze flitted around, searching for the disguised swordswoman. Much to her immediate dismay, she found a familiar visage.
“Thou...”
The former Marine’s trembling hand snapped around the handle of her sword. She gritted her teeth. The wounds of humiliation were fresh on her pride. “We meet again... Rias of Keko...” The temptation to lash out was only tempered by her sorry state. Her eyes were watering and her nose was dripping. Another cough was clawing at her aching chest, desperate to escape. She failed to hold it and doubled over, coughing her lungs out.
Words: 364
Total: 3525 / 13 500
- Rias Keko
- [tracker=/t1683-rias-keko#9293]
Name : Rias Keko
Epithet : Funbags
Age : 19
Height : 5 Feet 7 Inch (1.70m)
Weight : 143 lbs (65kg)
Species/Tribe : Human
Faction : New Revolutionary Army
World Position : NRA Lieutenant
Bounty : [bel=r] 12,000,000
Quality Score : B
Income Bonus : +0.10 (from world position)
Balance : [bel] 566,755,000
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Posts : 84
Re: [Arc] Mountains and Plains: Part I - Spider Miles Challenge
Thu Aug 24, 2023 2:40 pm
The trio's plan was successful, the advancement had been stopped. But to Rias's distaste, another set of blood had been shed by her very actions... But what's done is done, she has time to beat herself up over it later.
It seems though that her actions had invited another guest amongst themselves. She noticed the shadow becoming bigger and bigger, leading her to perform a soft leap backward to make room for the figure landing, which was as graceful as it could get in that situation.
Instinctively, her right hand once more was placed on the sheeted blade's hilt, ready to draw it at any moment. When the dust cleared a bit, she could see a woman who looked ragged, the hair was a mess, and the stench could be felt even from all this burning rubble. This was definitely the definition of homelessness. And to think the Marines had the audacity to call Rias homeless.
The woman who came through the ceiling coughed and sneezed while recollecting herself, even muttered something, with a strangely familiar speech pattern. But once she had fixated her eyes on Rias, she herself also was ready to draw her own blade.
[plyr=revo]"Identify yourself."[/plyr]
The woman standing in front of Rias called out Rias's name without any problems, only saying it a bit weirdly. This made Rias widen her eyes a bit. It was certainly a surprise. While something felt familiar about the figure before her, she couldn't recall anything at first.
[plyr=revo]"How do you...? Wait a minute..."[/plyr]
Rias squinted her eyes a bit, trying to pinpoint every familiarity of the figure in front of her. Yes, she was certain of it now.
[plyr=revo]"IT'S YOU! YOU ARE THE FIGURE BECAUSE OF WHO I HAVE THE BOUNTY ON MY HEAD! YOU WASHBOARD! YOU! YOU! YOU MARINE SCUM! GET BEHIND ME YOU THREE!"[/plyr]
Rias pointed her left hand's index finger at Yumiko as she screamed the sentences out with anger, but also a certain amount of shock, not having expected to meet the person who played the key role in her path to revolutionaries.
"These two certainly have history." "Shush James, I want to see where this is going." James and Jeremy conversed while getting behind Rias, Richard followed them, but silently, there was nothing to add, for now.
This meeting had to mean something... What was the washboard after?
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It seems though that her actions had invited another guest amongst themselves. She noticed the shadow becoming bigger and bigger, leading her to perform a soft leap backward to make room for the figure landing, which was as graceful as it could get in that situation.
Instinctively, her right hand once more was placed on the sheeted blade's hilt, ready to draw it at any moment. When the dust cleared a bit, she could see a woman who looked ragged, the hair was a mess, and the stench could be felt even from all this burning rubble. This was definitely the definition of homelessness. And to think the Marines had the audacity to call Rias homeless.
The woman who came through the ceiling coughed and sneezed while recollecting herself, even muttered something, with a strangely familiar speech pattern. But once she had fixated her eyes on Rias, she herself also was ready to draw her own blade.
[plyr=revo]"Identify yourself."[/plyr]
The woman standing in front of Rias called out Rias's name without any problems, only saying it a bit weirdly. This made Rias widen her eyes a bit. It was certainly a surprise. While something felt familiar about the figure before her, she couldn't recall anything at first.
[plyr=revo]"How do you...? Wait a minute..."[/plyr]
Rias squinted her eyes a bit, trying to pinpoint every familiarity of the figure in front of her. Yes, she was certain of it now.
[plyr=revo]"IT'S YOU! YOU ARE THE FIGURE BECAUSE OF WHO I HAVE THE BOUNTY ON MY HEAD! YOU WASHBOARD! YOU! YOU! YOU MARINE SCUM! GET BEHIND ME YOU THREE!"[/plyr]
Rias pointed her left hand's index finger at Yumiko as she screamed the sentences out with anger, but also a certain amount of shock, not having expected to meet the person who played the key role in her path to revolutionaries.
"These two certainly have history." "Shush James, I want to see where this is going." James and Jeremy conversed while getting behind Rias, Richard followed them, but silently, there was nothing to add, for now.
This meeting had to mean something... What was the washboard after?
[393/4276/13 500]
- Yumiko
- [tracker=/t1347-yumiko#7408]
Name : Yumiko
Epithet : Kamaitachi
Age : 28
Height : 5'5'' / 165 cm
Weight : 128 lbs. / 58 kg
Species/Tribe : Human
Faction : Civilian
Devil Fruit : Ita Ita no Mi, Model: Kamaitachi
Bounty : [bel=r] 10,000,012
Quality Score : S
EXP Bonus : +0.20 (to all allies)
Balance : [bel] 2,916,996,298
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Posts : 496
Re: [Arc] Mountains and Plains: Part I - Spider Miles Challenge
Fri Aug 25, 2023 4:09 pm
Yumiko’s eye twitched at the insult. She fought to control her own tongue in turn, while also choking back the coughs. “Nay, thou brought it upon thyself with thy reckless, shameless behavior. Thou broke the law. Nothing more, nothing less.” She spat with venomous confidence.
Slowly, the swordswoman tugged at her blade. The metal whispered as it scraped against the sheath. Her eyes narrowed into an icy glare. “‘Twas not mine place to question the laws. I merely enforced them.” A weapon did not question its purpose. Right and wrong were for the wielder to decide.
However, as soon as the warrior averted her gaze, the icy glare melted away at the sight of the flames around them. Despite her claim, a twinge of regret still stabbed at her chest. It was a dangerous sentiment. How many of the world’s greatest evils had been committed by soldiers who were ‘merely following orders’? This destruction too was the result of blind obedience.
It was making her stomach turn...
Yumiko hung her head with a heavy sigh. “Hmph, no matter... ‘Tis all in the past now...” She pulled her hand away from her weapon and folded her arms. “I am no longer a Marine. I left those fools, though a bigger fool I remain for believing them in the first place.” She muttered, shaking her head. Frankly, she didn’t care if she was believed or not. It didn’t matter. None of this mattered. There was nothing left of the proud, fierce woman who had tried to arrest the Revolutionary in the past.
The broken weasel shifted her attention onto the odd trio huddling behind their protector. Something about them tugged at her memories. Like she had seen a glimpse of them somewhere. Perhaps this was not the best place for a chat, but... She couldn’t deny the curiosity burning inside her mind. Who and why...? Those two questions blossomed first. Who were these oddly familiar men? And why were her former allies so hellbent on capturing them?
Focusing on the swordswoman, the vagabond warrior cocked her head. “Thou are hunted by a veritable force. Warships surround the harbor. What did thou do to deserve such fury?” She questioned keenly.
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Slowly, the swordswoman tugged at her blade. The metal whispered as it scraped against the sheath. Her eyes narrowed into an icy glare. “‘Twas not mine place to question the laws. I merely enforced them.” A weapon did not question its purpose. Right and wrong were for the wielder to decide.
However, as soon as the warrior averted her gaze, the icy glare melted away at the sight of the flames around them. Despite her claim, a twinge of regret still stabbed at her chest. It was a dangerous sentiment. How many of the world’s greatest evils had been committed by soldiers who were ‘merely following orders’? This destruction too was the result of blind obedience.
It was making her stomach turn...
Yumiko hung her head with a heavy sigh. “Hmph, no matter... ‘Tis all in the past now...” She pulled her hand away from her weapon and folded her arms. “I am no longer a Marine. I left those fools, though a bigger fool I remain for believing them in the first place.” She muttered, shaking her head. Frankly, she didn’t care if she was believed or not. It didn’t matter. None of this mattered. There was nothing left of the proud, fierce woman who had tried to arrest the Revolutionary in the past.
The broken weasel shifted her attention onto the odd trio huddling behind their protector. Something about them tugged at her memories. Like she had seen a glimpse of them somewhere. Perhaps this was not the best place for a chat, but... She couldn’t deny the curiosity burning inside her mind. Who and why...? Those two questions blossomed first. Who were these oddly familiar men? And why were her former allies so hellbent on capturing them?
Focusing on the swordswoman, the vagabond warrior cocked her head. “Thou are hunted by a veritable force. Warships surround the harbor. What did thou do to deserve such fury?” She questioned keenly.
Words: 367
Total: 3892 / 13 500
- Rias Keko
- [tracker=/t1683-rias-keko#9293]
Name : Rias Keko
Epithet : Funbags
Age : 19
Height : 5 Feet 7 Inch (1.70m)
Weight : 143 lbs (65kg)
Species/Tribe : Human
Faction : New Revolutionary Army
World Position : NRA Lieutenant
Bounty : [bel=r] 12,000,000
Quality Score : B
Income Bonus : +0.10 (from world position)
Balance : [bel] 566,755,000
[[childofdestiny]]
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Posts : 84
Re: [Arc] Mountains and Plains: Part I - Spider Miles Challenge
Sat Aug 26, 2023 1:57 pm
[plyr=revo]"There weren't any laws being broken in that situation and you know it!"[/plyr]
Rias felt that the defense was needed. Despite having been welcomed into the ranks of the New Revolutionary Army, she couldn't help but feel that her life was somewhat ruined by a certain action.
Although Yumiko tried to let the past go, even going as far as to claim she was not part of them anymore, Rias felt doubtful, but as Yumiko let go of her blade handle, so did Rias, although hesitant, there was yet the trust to be formed with the former Marine, just like with the trio.
When the question was put out to the trio, Rias folded her arms just a bit under her bosom and lifted them, but showing no cleavage still due to her wearing robes. She turned herself and fixated the eyes on the trio to hear their side of the story.
While Jeremy and Richard were busy looking at the milk shelf being raised, James on the other hand was ready to explain the situation with his deadpan enthusiasm.
"The day started with the brand-new Galleon class Ship arriving in the port. Naturally, we could help but feel the curiosity. It was our unit's brand-new ship after all. Anyway as I was saying. Jeremy came up with a brilliant idea, which was strange to hear, but Richard and I found it to be fascinating! To attach rockets and massive propellers on the ship, turn it into an airship. An absolutely brilliant idea. And not unheard of one at that."
Rias listened, trying to figure out where it all went wrong and why they were where they were right now. [plyr=revo]"So did you succeed in building the ship? Did it manage to fly? Or did it fail its test and explode in the air?"[/plyr]
Richard finally snapped out of it, clearly having heard every last word that James had said. "No, our orangutan friend here shoved his fist into the Lieutenant's face." "Yes. The man failed to recognize my absolute brilliance and listen to the reason why this was necessary. But he wanted to save the berries, probably for himself so he could buy another gold goblet or something. Said we should give better consumer advice for the marines."
Jeremy's explanation did start to set some puzzle pieces into place. There could have been more to the story, but that sounded like something that would finally be the breaking point. Perhaps it was Jeremy's inner sense of justice that led him to do this, or his desire to pursue more insane ideas. All in all, it did not matter anymore. Jeremy was a wanted man now.
[plyr=revo]"And what about the other two?"[/plyr] Rias motioned towards James and Richard. "James and I have worked with Jeremy for many years. He is one of our closest mates, an excellent colleague. And without him, the Top Sail trio would not exist. We could not just leave it behind." "Although in our challenges if one of our ships breaks, we do leave a man behind." James and Richard gave out their explanation... Comradery.
Rias took a glance at Yumiko with questions to follow, [plyr=revo]"What's a Top Sail? And what is your story?"[/plyr]
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Rias felt that the defense was needed. Despite having been welcomed into the ranks of the New Revolutionary Army, she couldn't help but feel that her life was somewhat ruined by a certain action.
Although Yumiko tried to let the past go, even going as far as to claim she was not part of them anymore, Rias felt doubtful, but as Yumiko let go of her blade handle, so did Rias, although hesitant, there was yet the trust to be formed with the former Marine, just like with the trio.
When the question was put out to the trio, Rias folded her arms just a bit under her bosom and lifted them, but showing no cleavage still due to her wearing robes. She turned herself and fixated the eyes on the trio to hear their side of the story.
While Jeremy and Richard were busy looking at the milk shelf being raised, James on the other hand was ready to explain the situation with his deadpan enthusiasm.
"The day started with the brand-new Galleon class Ship arriving in the port. Naturally, we could help but feel the curiosity. It was our unit's brand-new ship after all. Anyway as I was saying. Jeremy came up with a brilliant idea, which was strange to hear, but Richard and I found it to be fascinating! To attach rockets and massive propellers on the ship, turn it into an airship. An absolutely brilliant idea. And not unheard of one at that."
Rias listened, trying to figure out where it all went wrong and why they were where they were right now. [plyr=revo]"So did you succeed in building the ship? Did it manage to fly? Or did it fail its test and explode in the air?"[/plyr]
Richard finally snapped out of it, clearly having heard every last word that James had said. "No, our orangutan friend here shoved his fist into the Lieutenant's face." "Yes. The man failed to recognize my absolute brilliance and listen to the reason why this was necessary. But he wanted to save the berries, probably for himself so he could buy another gold goblet or something. Said we should give better consumer advice for the marines."
Jeremy's explanation did start to set some puzzle pieces into place. There could have been more to the story, but that sounded like something that would finally be the breaking point. Perhaps it was Jeremy's inner sense of justice that led him to do this, or his desire to pursue more insane ideas. All in all, it did not matter anymore. Jeremy was a wanted man now.
[plyr=revo]"And what about the other two?"[/plyr] Rias motioned towards James and Richard. "James and I have worked with Jeremy for many years. He is one of our closest mates, an excellent colleague. And without him, the Top Sail trio would not exist. We could not just leave it behind." "Although in our challenges if one of our ships breaks, we do leave a man behind." James and Richard gave out their explanation... Comradery.
Rias took a glance at Yumiko with questions to follow, [plyr=revo]"What's a Top Sail? And what is your story?"[/plyr]
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- Yumiko
- [tracker=/t1347-yumiko#7408]
Name : Yumiko
Epithet : Kamaitachi
Age : 28
Height : 5'5'' / 165 cm
Weight : 128 lbs. / 58 kg
Species/Tribe : Human
Faction : Civilian
Devil Fruit : Ita Ita no Mi, Model: Kamaitachi
Bounty : [bel=r] 10,000,012
Quality Score : S
EXP Bonus : +0.20 (to all allies)
Balance : [bel] 2,916,996,298
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Posts : 496
Re: [Arc] Mountains and Plains: Part I - Spider Miles Challenge
Sun Aug 27, 2023 3:08 pm
For the disgraced samurai, it felt every incident among the blue forces looped back to corruption. Rather than surprise, she only felt bitter disappointment at the tale. Of course a high-ranking officer would seek to line his pockets. What else could you expect? She didn’t want to condone violence against one’s comrades, but... Pointing that out would’ve been the height of hypocrisy, coming from her.
So, she wisely kept those thoughts to herself.
The weary warrior breathed a slow sigh. “Mine story is brief and shameful. Anton of La’croix, the master of the Guardian Knights, is letting pirates join his ranks. I could not agree with his methods, so I abandoned mine crew and duty. The end.” It got a little easier, everytime she said it. Perhaps she had been repeating it to herself too much. Offering no further explanation, she fell quiet.
Fortunately, Jeremy was eager to fill the relative silence. “Top Sail is the highest-rated ship magazine and snail radio programme across all four Blues.” He declared proudly. “We examine and review ships, as well as compete in friendly challenges.” The word ‘friendly’ made his cohorts roll their eyes. He gleefully ignored them.
Yumiko cocked her head at the torrent of odd words shooting at her. “Uh... And... What does that have to do with thy predicament? I mean no offense, but all this to capture three... story-tellers... seems a bit excessive.” She tried her very best to wield that Wano Country politeness.
The mouthy man leapt at the chance to continue. “Hah, but we are not just witty and charming story-tellers, oh no. James here is a brilliant naval strategist. Has taken down entire fleets.” He gestured at the taller comrade. Then his hand swept towards the shorter one. “And Hammond is just as sharp with infantry. Nobody has been able to predict his next move.” He explained smugly.
Finally, the old man puffed his chest. “And me, well, I’m not one to brag...” He began, eliciting a derisive snort from his colleagues. “...But! Sometimes if you listen very carefully, you can hear my tactical genius, just ticking away like a well-oiled clock.” He tapped his temple.
The shorter strategist flashed a cheeky smile and leaned closer. “Like a sundial at night, you mean.” His snark was met with a glare. “Shut up, Hammond.” It failed to shut him up, however. “I mean, this is another fine mess you’ve gotten us into.” He gestured at the fire rapidly spreading to the buildings around them.
Jeremy scoffed, scoffed at the accusation. “It’s thanks to my quick thinking that we are even enjoying this breather. Bringing down the hangar? My idea. Nothing survives that old trick.” He sounded all too proud of himself.
Suddenly, as if purely to defy the cocky statement, the burning rubble fell apart with a crash. The flames flared higher. A grim silhouette stood in the middle of the blinding blaze. Armored boots clicked slowly against the smoldering ground. Click, click, click...
Calmly, the Stick walked out of the inferno. He was carrying one unconscious Marine over his shoulder and dragged another behind him. In stark contrast to their bloodied and scorched uniforms, his pale armor was utterly unscathed. As soon as he was out, he unceremoniously dropped them like a pair of potato sacks. His visored stare focused on the escapees.
James, meanwhile, took one look at the armored bounty hunter, before turning to his mouthy comrade. “Well, master tactician, what does your genius say about this?” Of course, years of experience -as well as common sense- allowed him to anticipate the answer.
“It says: run.”
Richard sprinted past the two like his arse was on fire. “Way ahead of you, fellas!” He beelined for the main street, which offered a straight shot to the main docks. There, the selection of ships to... borrow... was undoubtedly the best. But so was the security watching all of them.
The homeless warrior watched the tacticians flee, before casting a knowing glance at the fellow swordswoman. “Go. I shall hold him off.” She hesitated, but only briefly. “Thou are right, there were no laws broken back then... ‘Twas naught but mine anger and hubris at play.” She focused on the looming threat. “So consider this a repayment for that wrongfully accrued debt. ‘Tis no glorious battlefield, but... A pyre is not a bad way to go.”
Yumiko stepped between the chaser and the escapees. Her gaze focused on the reflection on the featureless visor. “Come, fearless hunter...” She dropped to all fours. Wild fur sprouted from her skin. Claws like scythes scraped against the ground.
“A beast stands in thy way.”
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So, she wisely kept those thoughts to herself.
The weary warrior breathed a slow sigh. “Mine story is brief and shameful. Anton of La’croix, the master of the Guardian Knights, is letting pirates join his ranks. I could not agree with his methods, so I abandoned mine crew and duty. The end.” It got a little easier, everytime she said it. Perhaps she had been repeating it to herself too much. Offering no further explanation, she fell quiet.
Fortunately, Jeremy was eager to fill the relative silence. “Top Sail is the highest-rated ship magazine and snail radio programme across all four Blues.” He declared proudly. “We examine and review ships, as well as compete in friendly challenges.” The word ‘friendly’ made his cohorts roll their eyes. He gleefully ignored them.
Yumiko cocked her head at the torrent of odd words shooting at her. “Uh... And... What does that have to do with thy predicament? I mean no offense, but all this to capture three... story-tellers... seems a bit excessive.” She tried her very best to wield that Wano Country politeness.
The mouthy man leapt at the chance to continue. “Hah, but we are not just witty and charming story-tellers, oh no. James here is a brilliant naval strategist. Has taken down entire fleets.” He gestured at the taller comrade. Then his hand swept towards the shorter one. “And Hammond is just as sharp with infantry. Nobody has been able to predict his next move.” He explained smugly.
Finally, the old man puffed his chest. “And me, well, I’m not one to brag...” He began, eliciting a derisive snort from his colleagues. “...But! Sometimes if you listen very carefully, you can hear my tactical genius, just ticking away like a well-oiled clock.” He tapped his temple.
The shorter strategist flashed a cheeky smile and leaned closer. “Like a sundial at night, you mean.” His snark was met with a glare. “Shut up, Hammond.” It failed to shut him up, however. “I mean, this is another fine mess you’ve gotten us into.” He gestured at the fire rapidly spreading to the buildings around them.
Jeremy scoffed, scoffed at the accusation. “It’s thanks to my quick thinking that we are even enjoying this breather. Bringing down the hangar? My idea. Nothing survives that old trick.” He sounded all too proud of himself.
Suddenly, as if purely to defy the cocky statement, the burning rubble fell apart with a crash. The flames flared higher. A grim silhouette stood in the middle of the blinding blaze. Armored boots clicked slowly against the smoldering ground. Click, click, click...
Calmly, the Stick walked out of the inferno. He was carrying one unconscious Marine over his shoulder and dragged another behind him. In stark contrast to their bloodied and scorched uniforms, his pale armor was utterly unscathed. As soon as he was out, he unceremoniously dropped them like a pair of potato sacks. His visored stare focused on the escapees.
James, meanwhile, took one look at the armored bounty hunter, before turning to his mouthy comrade. “Well, master tactician, what does your genius say about this?” Of course, years of experience -as well as common sense- allowed him to anticipate the answer.
“It says: run.”
Richard sprinted past the two like his arse was on fire. “Way ahead of you, fellas!” He beelined for the main street, which offered a straight shot to the main docks. There, the selection of ships to... borrow... was undoubtedly the best. But so was the security watching all of them.
The homeless warrior watched the tacticians flee, before casting a knowing glance at the fellow swordswoman. “Go. I shall hold him off.” She hesitated, but only briefly. “Thou are right, there were no laws broken back then... ‘Twas naught but mine anger and hubris at play.” She focused on the looming threat. “So consider this a repayment for that wrongfully accrued debt. ‘Tis no glorious battlefield, but... A pyre is not a bad way to go.”
Yumiko stepped between the chaser and the escapees. Her gaze focused on the reflection on the featureless visor. “Come, fearless hunter...” She dropped to all fours. Wild fur sprouted from her skin. Claws like scythes scraped against the ground.
“A beast stands in thy way.”
Words: 774
Total: 4666 / 13 500
- Rias Keko
- [tracker=/t1683-rias-keko#9293]
Name : Rias Keko
Epithet : Funbags
Age : 19
Height : 5 Feet 7 Inch (1.70m)
Weight : 143 lbs (65kg)
Species/Tribe : Human
Faction : New Revolutionary Army
World Position : NRA Lieutenant
Bounty : [bel=r] 12,000,000
Quality Score : B
Income Bonus : +0.10 (from world position)
Balance : [bel] 566,755,000
[[childofdestiny]]
[[mythicalzoan]][[improviseadaptovercome]]
Posts : 84
Re: [Arc] Mountains and Plains: Part I - Spider Miles Challenge
Mon Aug 28, 2023 1:55 pm
[plyr=revo]"Pirates join the Marines? Well, we have the Shichibukai system, but they aren't marines. This is quite unheard of."[/plyr] Rias blinked at that statement. Clearly, she was surprised to learn about this. She nods her head slowly, being understanding of Yumiko's feelings in the given matter, even though she does not trust her entirely.
The thought process was interrupted by the revelation of Top Sail and what it is. Although the trio explained their show with mighty enthusiasm, borderline promoting their former show, Rias simply did not share their enthusiasm, replying to them with an unenthusiastic tone, [plyr=revo]"Uhuh. So all three are able to navigate and steer a ship... We could really use it right now."[/plyr]
The continued familiarity sharing had to wait since they were interrupted by burning rubble that fell apart. The cause of it could have easily been the flames simply eating and melting the metal, but moments later the figure trio called "The Stick" stood menacingly by the rubble.
The trio were fast on their feet out of the building. Yumiko on the other hand felt differently. Rias herself was rushing after the trio, but just as she was about to exit the building, she noticed that Yumiko was not following them. [plyr=revo]"Come on! Let's get out of here!"[/plyr]
Yumiko however had other plans. She decided to give a short speech before facing off with the knight in shining armor. She did not exactly apologize, but it did not feel far off it. Rias gritted her teeth a bit. Although not so long ago Yumiko herself was Rias's enemy, Rias did not feel like having this senseless blood be spilled when Yumiko could run away.
[plyr=revo]"It's your decision to make! We'll head to the docks! If you so desire! But know this..."[/plyr] Rias hesitated for a moment, but what Yumiko had said would erase that hesitation rather fast. [plyr=revo]"You are free to follow us!"[/plyr]
Rias left the facility to follow the trio on their way to the docks. So far, the route seemed to be clear enough, with the main forces having been spread out. Rias however felt like the danger was not far off. [plyr=revo]"Do not separate from me!"[/plyr]
The trio had no plans to separate from Rias, as in their eyes, she seemed to be the only hope to escape this heated situation. "Look! There's the ship!" Richard pointed at the ship in the not-so-far distance baring the Marine emblem on the flag on top of the tallest mast. "Is that what I think it is?" Jeremy's eyes were wide open, seeing something he loved. "It's the new Galleon!" James added with enthusiasm which sounded like that of a bad salesperson.
The trio picked up the speed towards the docks. [plyr=revo]"Wait! Don't rush like tha...-"[/plyr] Before Rias could even finish that, a man built like a boulder would crush the trio like a bowling ball into the pins. This sent the trio all flying backward, with James landing in the water, Jeremy and Richard luckily on the dock ground. Rias managed to stop just in time so he wouldn't crash into the boulder of a man. If only the trio had listened and not rushed...
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The thought process was interrupted by the revelation of Top Sail and what it is. Although the trio explained their show with mighty enthusiasm, borderline promoting their former show, Rias simply did not share their enthusiasm, replying to them with an unenthusiastic tone, [plyr=revo]"Uhuh. So all three are able to navigate and steer a ship... We could really use it right now."[/plyr]
The continued familiarity sharing had to wait since they were interrupted by burning rubble that fell apart. The cause of it could have easily been the flames simply eating and melting the metal, but moments later the figure trio called "The Stick" stood menacingly by the rubble.
The trio were fast on their feet out of the building. Yumiko on the other hand felt differently. Rias herself was rushing after the trio, but just as she was about to exit the building, she noticed that Yumiko was not following them. [plyr=revo]"Come on! Let's get out of here!"[/plyr]
Yumiko however had other plans. She decided to give a short speech before facing off with the knight in shining armor. She did not exactly apologize, but it did not feel far off it. Rias gritted her teeth a bit. Although not so long ago Yumiko herself was Rias's enemy, Rias did not feel like having this senseless blood be spilled when Yumiko could run away.
[plyr=revo]"It's your decision to make! We'll head to the docks! If you so desire! But know this..."[/plyr] Rias hesitated for a moment, but what Yumiko had said would erase that hesitation rather fast. [plyr=revo]"You are free to follow us!"[/plyr]
Rias left the facility to follow the trio on their way to the docks. So far, the route seemed to be clear enough, with the main forces having been spread out. Rias however felt like the danger was not far off. [plyr=revo]"Do not separate from me!"[/plyr]
The trio had no plans to separate from Rias, as in their eyes, she seemed to be the only hope to escape this heated situation. "Look! There's the ship!" Richard pointed at the ship in the not-so-far distance baring the Marine emblem on the flag on top of the tallest mast. "Is that what I think it is?" Jeremy's eyes were wide open, seeing something he loved. "It's the new Galleon!" James added with enthusiasm which sounded like that of a bad salesperson.
The trio picked up the speed towards the docks. [plyr=revo]"Wait! Don't rush like tha...-"[/plyr] Before Rias could even finish that, a man built like a boulder would crush the trio like a bowling ball into the pins. This sent the trio all flying backward, with James landing in the water, Jeremy and Richard luckily on the dock ground. Rias managed to stop just in time so he wouldn't crash into the boulder of a man. If only the trio had listened and not rushed...
[531/5345/13 500]
- Yumiko
- [tracker=/t1347-yumiko#7408]
Name : Yumiko
Epithet : Kamaitachi
Age : 28
Height : 5'5'' / 165 cm
Weight : 128 lbs. / 58 kg
Species/Tribe : Human
Faction : Civilian
Devil Fruit : Ita Ita no Mi, Model: Kamaitachi
Bounty : [bel=r] 10,000,012
Quality Score : S
EXP Bonus : +0.20 (to all allies)
Balance : [bel] 2,916,996,298
[[baneoftheweak]][[dragonheart]][[childofdestiny]]
[[punchoutguru]][[dulcetvirtuoso]]
[[improviseadaptovercome]]
Posts : 496
Re: [Arc] Mountains and Plains: Part I - Spider Miles Challenge
Tue Aug 29, 2023 7:22 am
The armored hunter said nothing. He merely took a step forward... Then another... Third. Step by step, the slow stride grew into a march, a jog, and finally a full-on sprint. Smoke parted like a curtain from his path. Steel clinking, the opponent charged through the burning battlefield at the speed of a runaway sea train.
Yumiko tensed. Her fur bristled. The blade-tipped tail coiled over her back like a scorpion’s stinger. It felt like she was facing a gigantic warship sailing at ramming speed. She fought against the animal instincts screaming at her to flee. Nay, this was where she made her last stand.
The mythical beast’s tactic was simple. She would wait until the very last second, bait out his attack and counter. All that speed and power, she would turn it against him... Or die trying. As the imminent impact drew closer, she braced herself. Any second now, he would attack... A deep breath sharpened her focus. Now or never!
...And the man simply ran past her.
Yumiko blinked. She glanced over her shoulder with a weird mixture of surprise, indignation and relief. That last one quickly turned into scorching shame. “H-hey! Where do thou think thou are going?!” She sprang after the enemy, leaping between walls to build up speed. Her shouts were ignored. “Look at me, when I’m fighting thee!” Overtaking the foe, she pounced and brought her blades down at his head with all her fury.
“I said... LOOK AT M-gurk!”
Suddenly, the bounty hunter hit the brakes. Ducking past the incoming slashes, he caught the mythical creature by the throat. His grip was like steel. Powerful. Unyielding. Cold. With a single hand, he effortlessly dangled the weasel off the ground.
A skilled warrior could tell an opponent’s intentions at a mere glance. Their body told a story that mere words couldn’t convey. It was this very story that sent chills down the woman’s spine. Behind that visor, there was nothing. No anger, no hate, not even killing intent. This man wasn’t even looking at her. To her, he was the strongest foe she had ever faced. To him, she was just in the way.
Driven by desperation, the suffocating fighter swung her tail. It struck the hunter right in the neck... And bounced off. She couldn’t even scratch his armor, as if she was blocked by an invisible force. It was a peculiar, terrifying feeling. Briefly, it had felt like she had tried cutting polished steel with a rusty butter knife. How could the difference be so vast? What was she missing?
Or rather, what exactly had she lost after sinking this low...?
Without even glancing at the struggling beast, the silent hunter stared after the fleeing targets. He took aim, pulled his arm back and... Launched the weasel like a javelin! It was a beautiful throw, really, a perfect arc over the rooftops. The only reason he missed was because said javelin was still conscious enough to glide in the air.
A weasel-shaped gust of wind flew over Rias. The water splashed. Slowly, the murky shape shrunk back to human size, while sinking beneath the surface. Now the swordswoman had four people to worry about, one of whom couldn’t swim.
Still, could be worse.
And, as a matter of fact, it was getting worse.
The flames kept spreading. By now they were biting the buildings lining the main docks. Smoke billowed. Screams echoed. People were trying to flee the area. Somewhere up the street, a burning sign fell and spooked a pair of horses pulling a carriage. The driver was flung off, while his ride stormed off without him.
The Stick continued his relentless pursuit. He reached the main street and looked both ways. To his right was a crying, little girl clutching her twisted ankle. Meanwhile, to his left were the fleeing targets... The poor girl desperately called for her mother. Fierce hooves hammered the cobblestone, as the runaway horses barreled down the street right at her.
However, the hunter silent didn’t even stop to ponder the dilemma. He stepped in front of the girl. Folding his arms, he held his head high and leveled an unflinching stare at the stampeding animals. The silent stance sent a very simple message: ‘No, you move.’
Against all odds, the horses scrambled to a screeching halt. They stopped mere inches away from the motionless man. Trembling and neighing, they backed away slowly. Between the silent figure standing in front of them and the raging flames approaching from behind, they chose the latter.
Soon, the girl’s mother came running. Tears flowed freely, as she pulled her darling daughter into a warm embrace. She couldn’t thank the armored stranger enough, but she still tried her very best. ...And got absolutely no response.
The Stick was already on the move again, marching towards the boats.
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Yumiko tensed. Her fur bristled. The blade-tipped tail coiled over her back like a scorpion’s stinger. It felt like she was facing a gigantic warship sailing at ramming speed. She fought against the animal instincts screaming at her to flee. Nay, this was where she made her last stand.
The mythical beast’s tactic was simple. She would wait until the very last second, bait out his attack and counter. All that speed and power, she would turn it against him... Or die trying. As the imminent impact drew closer, she braced herself. Any second now, he would attack... A deep breath sharpened her focus. Now or never!
...And the man simply ran past her.
Yumiko blinked. She glanced over her shoulder with a weird mixture of surprise, indignation and relief. That last one quickly turned into scorching shame. “H-hey! Where do thou think thou are going?!” She sprang after the enemy, leaping between walls to build up speed. Her shouts were ignored. “Look at me, when I’m fighting thee!” Overtaking the foe, she pounced and brought her blades down at his head with all her fury.
“I said... LOOK AT M-gurk!”
Suddenly, the bounty hunter hit the brakes. Ducking past the incoming slashes, he caught the mythical creature by the throat. His grip was like steel. Powerful. Unyielding. Cold. With a single hand, he effortlessly dangled the weasel off the ground.
A skilled warrior could tell an opponent’s intentions at a mere glance. Their body told a story that mere words couldn’t convey. It was this very story that sent chills down the woman’s spine. Behind that visor, there was nothing. No anger, no hate, not even killing intent. This man wasn’t even looking at her. To her, he was the strongest foe she had ever faced. To him, she was just in the way.
Driven by desperation, the suffocating fighter swung her tail. It struck the hunter right in the neck... And bounced off. She couldn’t even scratch his armor, as if she was blocked by an invisible force. It was a peculiar, terrifying feeling. Briefly, it had felt like she had tried cutting polished steel with a rusty butter knife. How could the difference be so vast? What was she missing?
Or rather, what exactly had she lost after sinking this low...?
Without even glancing at the struggling beast, the silent hunter stared after the fleeing targets. He took aim, pulled his arm back and... Launched the weasel like a javelin! It was a beautiful throw, really, a perfect arc over the rooftops. The only reason he missed was because said javelin was still conscious enough to glide in the air.
A weasel-shaped gust of wind flew over Rias. The water splashed. Slowly, the murky shape shrunk back to human size, while sinking beneath the surface. Now the swordswoman had four people to worry about, one of whom couldn’t swim.
Still, could be worse.
And, as a matter of fact, it was getting worse.
The flames kept spreading. By now they were biting the buildings lining the main docks. Smoke billowed. Screams echoed. People were trying to flee the area. Somewhere up the street, a burning sign fell and spooked a pair of horses pulling a carriage. The driver was flung off, while his ride stormed off without him.
The Stick continued his relentless pursuit. He reached the main street and looked both ways. To his right was a crying, little girl clutching her twisted ankle. Meanwhile, to his left were the fleeing targets... The poor girl desperately called for her mother. Fierce hooves hammered the cobblestone, as the runaway horses barreled down the street right at her.
However, the hunter silent didn’t even stop to ponder the dilemma. He stepped in front of the girl. Folding his arms, he held his head high and leveled an unflinching stare at the stampeding animals. The silent stance sent a very simple message: ‘No, you move.’
Against all odds, the horses scrambled to a screeching halt. They stopped mere inches away from the motionless man. Trembling and neighing, they backed away slowly. Between the silent figure standing in front of them and the raging flames approaching from behind, they chose the latter.
Soon, the girl’s mother came running. Tears flowed freely, as she pulled her darling daughter into a warm embrace. She couldn’t thank the armored stranger enough, but she still tried her very best. ...And got absolutely no response.
The Stick was already on the move again, marching towards the boats.
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- Rias Keko
- [tracker=/t1683-rias-keko#9293]
Name : Rias Keko
Epithet : Funbags
Age : 19
Height : 5 Feet 7 Inch (1.70m)
Weight : 143 lbs (65kg)
Species/Tribe : Human
Faction : New Revolutionary Army
World Position : NRA Lieutenant
Bounty : [bel=r] 12,000,000
Quality Score : B
Income Bonus : +0.10 (from world position)
Balance : [bel] 566,755,000
[[childofdestiny]]
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Posts : 84
Re: [Arc] Mountains and Plains: Part I - Spider Miles Challenge
Fri Sep 01, 2023 2:40 pm
"Arrrrrrrwghgwh..... BOLLOCKS!" James used his legs to push his head above the surface of the water, struggling as the waves kept crashing into the docks, but he was no quitter. Jeremy on the other hand seemed to be the quitter type. The moment the boulder of a man stood before him and Richard, he screamed out of the top of his lungs, "HE'S GOING TO KILL ME!"
"Oh stop being a little baby, he's barely bigger than you, you big oaf." Richard rolled aside to get a bit away from Jeremy and the boulder of a man, the smallest of the trio clearly was also the nimblest of them all.
As the 'enormous' man was reaching his hands towards Jeremy to apprehend one of the members of the trio, Rias mumbled something.
[plyr=revo]"Act 1... Warrior of Cherry Tree."[/plyr] With her eyes closed, Rias felt the soft sea breeze all around her. Some may have noticed it, but the scene turned dark, and soon after, multiple pink glowing leaves appeared around where Rias stood.
The moment she opened her eyes, she dashed off the spot towards the boulder of a man. [plyr=revo]"Kyah! Hiji uchi!"[/plyr] Rias landed the swift elbow strike right into the boulder of a man's ribs, blowing the wind out of him with just one precise strike.
But the man was not knocked out yet... Rias planned to fix that issue immediately. She performed a smooth yet quick three-sixty turn. As the turn was about to be finished, she pushed herself up in the air a bit, her left foot up above her head. [plyr=revo]"Kakato Otoshi!"[/plyr] The foot came crashing down on top of the 'enormous' man's head, forcing him head-first into the pavement.
Meanwhile.
"HAMMOND! Awwwwwrgh! WILL YOU BLOODY HELP ME?!" James was fighting to stay head above the water level, but it seemed like he was not the only one who was facing the trial by water. An odd creature landed in the water right next to James, who immediately after hitting the water's surface morphed into the familiar figure, Yumiko.
The splash flew right into James's face who was already having a hard time in this wavey water. "What the bloody..." Compared to James who was able to keep himself afloat at least, Yumiko was like a rock that was slowly sinking
"I always need to do everything here," James mumbled. Against all odds, he held his breath and dived where Yumiko was sinking, trying to stop her on her path down to the bottom of the sea and bring her back to the surface.
[plyr=revo]"What are you guys waiting for? Let's help them."[/plyr]
"Ah, James will be fine." Jeremy remarked, Richard nodded, clearly the duo knew something about their fellow 'submarine' in the water that Rias clearly didn't know.
Rias went toward the edge of the dock, she was removing her sandals and was ready to loosen her robes as well. "On second thought maybe we should help him out, yes." Richard discussed with Jeremy while they were looking at Rias preparing to undress, even in this tiring time.
Unfortunately for Jeremy and Richard, James resurfaced with Yumiko, giving his all to keep her and himself above the water's surface. [plyr=revo]"Give me her hand! You two help your friend."[/plyr] Rias adjusted her robe back close and kneeled, reaching her hand down to the docks to help Yumiko out of the water, followed by the duo helping James.
"What took you both so long?!" "Well, we knew you could swim and you acted like an old baby." "You pillocks. I can barely swim!" "Wait... Jeremy, didn't he say he could swim?" "Eeeeeeeeeee... It might have been someone else." while the trio were busy arguing amongst themselves, Rias did her best to get Yumiko back conscious... There was no time to waste... The unstoppable force was approaching once more, and fast.
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"Oh stop being a little baby, he's barely bigger than you, you big oaf." Richard rolled aside to get a bit away from Jeremy and the boulder of a man, the smallest of the trio clearly was also the nimblest of them all.
As the 'enormous' man was reaching his hands towards Jeremy to apprehend one of the members of the trio, Rias mumbled something.
[plyr=revo]"Act 1... Warrior of Cherry Tree."[/plyr] With her eyes closed, Rias felt the soft sea breeze all around her. Some may have noticed it, but the scene turned dark, and soon after, multiple pink glowing leaves appeared around where Rias stood.
The moment she opened her eyes, she dashed off the spot towards the boulder of a man. [plyr=revo]"Kyah! Hiji uchi!"[/plyr] Rias landed the swift elbow strike right into the boulder of a man's ribs, blowing the wind out of him with just one precise strike.
But the man was not knocked out yet... Rias planned to fix that issue immediately. She performed a smooth yet quick three-sixty turn. As the turn was about to be finished, she pushed herself up in the air a bit, her left foot up above her head. [plyr=revo]"Kakato Otoshi!"[/plyr] The foot came crashing down on top of the 'enormous' man's head, forcing him head-first into the pavement.
Meanwhile.
"HAMMOND! Awwwwwrgh! WILL YOU BLOODY HELP ME?!" James was fighting to stay head above the water level, but it seemed like he was not the only one who was facing the trial by water. An odd creature landed in the water right next to James, who immediately after hitting the water's surface morphed into the familiar figure, Yumiko.
The splash flew right into James's face who was already having a hard time in this wavey water. "What the bloody..." Compared to James who was able to keep himself afloat at least, Yumiko was like a rock that was slowly sinking
"I always need to do everything here," James mumbled. Against all odds, he held his breath and dived where Yumiko was sinking, trying to stop her on her path down to the bottom of the sea and bring her back to the surface.
[plyr=revo]"What are you guys waiting for? Let's help them."[/plyr]
"Ah, James will be fine." Jeremy remarked, Richard nodded, clearly the duo knew something about their fellow 'submarine' in the water that Rias clearly didn't know.
Rias went toward the edge of the dock, she was removing her sandals and was ready to loosen her robes as well. "On second thought maybe we should help him out, yes." Richard discussed with Jeremy while they were looking at Rias preparing to undress, even in this tiring time.
Unfortunately for Jeremy and Richard, James resurfaced with Yumiko, giving his all to keep her and himself above the water's surface. [plyr=revo]"Give me her hand! You two help your friend."[/plyr] Rias adjusted her robe back close and kneeled, reaching her hand down to the docks to help Yumiko out of the water, followed by the duo helping James.
"What took you both so long?!" "Well, we knew you could swim and you acted like an old baby." "You pillocks. I can barely swim!" "Wait... Jeremy, didn't he say he could swim?" "Eeeeeeeeeee... It might have been someone else." while the trio were busy arguing amongst themselves, Rias did her best to get Yumiko back conscious... There was no time to waste... The unstoppable force was approaching once more, and fast.
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- Yumiko
- [tracker=/t1347-yumiko#7408]
Name : Yumiko
Epithet : Kamaitachi
Age : 28
Height : 5'5'' / 165 cm
Weight : 128 lbs. / 58 kg
Species/Tribe : Human
Faction : Civilian
Devil Fruit : Ita Ita no Mi, Model: Kamaitachi
Bounty : [bel=r] 10,000,012
Quality Score : S
EXP Bonus : +0.20 (to all allies)
Balance : [bel] 2,916,996,298
[[baneoftheweak]][[dragonheart]][[childofdestiny]]
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[[improviseadaptovercome]]
Posts : 496
Re: [Arc] Mountains and Plains: Part I - Spider Miles Challenge
Sun Sep 03, 2023 12:54 pm
Yumiko was locked in the fiercest battle of her life. She was staring up at a gigantic dragon. Its scales shone like steel, wings raged like a hurricane and tail trashed like an earthquake. A single swipe of its claws sent her crashing against the surrounding mountain range. Her lungs were on fire. Every single bone in her body was screaming.
And yet...
Despite everything, the warrior found herself enjoying this fatal feeling. Her mind was clear. The pain faded, as she sent herself soaring into another assault. There were no doubts about her duty or purpose. She was a blade aimed at a worthy foe. A content smile played on her features. Yes, this was where she belonged.
Finally, she had found a place where...
Where...
Where what?
Why was it getting so dark?
What... had she been... thinking about...?
Wrenched back to reality, the injured swordswoman suddenly coughed up a whole lungful of water. Her eyes flickered open weakly. The sunlight stung her nerves. “W-wha happun...?” She slurred, barely getting the breathless words out.
However, the zoan’s body refused to sit idle in a life or death situation. Adrenaline shot through her skull. Flashes of the past few seconds lit up her mind. She staggered back up, rubbing her bruised throat. Right, there was no dragon... But that man wasn’t far from such a monster.
Yumiko shook herself like an animal drying its fur. “Ship...” She muttered, before finding her voice again. “Did you manage to find a ship? I... I am not strong enough to hold off that man anymore.” It hurt to admit her weakness, but lying would’ve wounded her pride even worse. She looked around frantically, trying to find her bearings. Just where was their silent foe anyway?
Well...
Meanwhile, the armored menace marched ever closer. Nothing could stop him. ...Aside from one final obstacle in his path. He came to a sudden halt and directed a silent stare at a strange, jagged slope leading downwards. The stone slabs were arranged like a series of miniature cliffs. Forward, down, forward, down... It was built sharply and in total defiance of gravity. Some people knew this architectural masterstroke as... Stairs.
The Stick paced back and forth for several precious seconds. He occasionally stopped to watch people in white uniforms rush past him. However, the insidious contraption refused to reveal its secrets. Thus, his silent stare searched the surroundings... Until it found a regular ramp further down leading right into the water. He took off running.
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And yet...
Despite everything, the warrior found herself enjoying this fatal feeling. Her mind was clear. The pain faded, as she sent herself soaring into another assault. There were no doubts about her duty or purpose. She was a blade aimed at a worthy foe. A content smile played on her features. Yes, this was where she belonged.
Finally, she had found a place where...
Where...
Where what?
Why was it getting so dark?
What... had she been... thinking about...?
Wrenched back to reality, the injured swordswoman suddenly coughed up a whole lungful of water. Her eyes flickered open weakly. The sunlight stung her nerves. “W-wha happun...?” She slurred, barely getting the breathless words out.
However, the zoan’s body refused to sit idle in a life or death situation. Adrenaline shot through her skull. Flashes of the past few seconds lit up her mind. She staggered back up, rubbing her bruised throat. Right, there was no dragon... But that man wasn’t far from such a monster.
Yumiko shook herself like an animal drying its fur. “Ship...” She muttered, before finding her voice again. “Did you manage to find a ship? I... I am not strong enough to hold off that man anymore.” It hurt to admit her weakness, but lying would’ve wounded her pride even worse. She looked around frantically, trying to find her bearings. Just where was their silent foe anyway?
Well...
Meanwhile, the armored menace marched ever closer. Nothing could stop him. ...Aside from one final obstacle in his path. He came to a sudden halt and directed a silent stare at a strange, jagged slope leading downwards. The stone slabs were arranged like a series of miniature cliffs. Forward, down, forward, down... It was built sharply and in total defiance of gravity. Some people knew this architectural masterstroke as... Stairs.
The Stick paced back and forth for several precious seconds. He occasionally stopped to watch people in white uniforms rush past him. However, the insidious contraption refused to reveal its secrets. Thus, his silent stare searched the surroundings... Until it found a regular ramp further down leading right into the water. He took off running.
Words: 419
Total: 5893 / 13 500
- Rias Keko
- [tracker=/t1683-rias-keko#9293]
Name : Rias Keko
Epithet : Funbags
Age : 19
Height : 5 Feet 7 Inch (1.70m)
Weight : 143 lbs (65kg)
Species/Tribe : Human
Faction : New Revolutionary Army
World Position : NRA Lieutenant
Bounty : [bel=r] 12,000,000
Quality Score : B
Income Bonus : +0.10 (from world position)
Balance : [bel] 566,755,000
[[childofdestiny]]
[[mythicalzoan]][[improviseadaptovercome]]
Posts : 84
Re: [Arc] Mountains and Plains: Part I - Spider Miles Challenge
Mon Sep 04, 2023 1:42 pm
[plyr=revo]"Yes, you are finally awake."[/plyr]
Rias let out a sigh of relief, it was beyond her if it was her doing that brought Yumiko back, or it was Yumiko's own inner combat that she won. It did not matter anymore, Yumiko was awake, but was she fit to keep on going?
[plyr=revo]"I... I... I don't know... You three, do we have a ship?"[/plyr]
Rias took a glance at the trio who had regathered themselves for answers, which she did actually get. The trio had given thought to that and Richard once more pointed at the closest visible ship. "Right, there is the beauty. That's our ship."
"Well let's get on moving, The Stick is not too far off from us," James added. The wet former marine was the first who started moving, followed by Richard. Jeremy however grabbed a long slab of metal frame of the building, "I got us a bridge!". They took notice of Rias's early remark of not rushing, resulting in a bit stealthier fast walking.
While the three started moving, Rias looked at Yumiko who she tried to help up on her feet. [plyr=revo]"Can you walk?"[/plyr] Her question did hint at slight worry, the same could be seen from her eyes, but Rias knew that the state of Yumiko could not have been that worse, right? How hard can the water really affect a devil fruit user?
It was now up to Yumiko to decide, whether she accepted Rias's help, or not. Was she to accept the help, Rias would help Yumiko rest her arm around Rias's neck and then help her walk off to follow the trio.
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Rias let out a sigh of relief, it was beyond her if it was her doing that brought Yumiko back, or it was Yumiko's own inner combat that she won. It did not matter anymore, Yumiko was awake, but was she fit to keep on going?
[plyr=revo]"I... I... I don't know... You three, do we have a ship?"[/plyr]
Rias took a glance at the trio who had regathered themselves for answers, which she did actually get. The trio had given thought to that and Richard once more pointed at the closest visible ship. "Right, there is the beauty. That's our ship."
"Well let's get on moving, The Stick is not too far off from us," James added. The wet former marine was the first who started moving, followed by Richard. Jeremy however grabbed a long slab of metal frame of the building, "I got us a bridge!". They took notice of Rias's early remark of not rushing, resulting in a bit stealthier fast walking.
While the three started moving, Rias looked at Yumiko who she tried to help up on her feet. [plyr=revo]"Can you walk?"[/plyr] Her question did hint at slight worry, the same could be seen from her eyes, but Rias knew that the state of Yumiko could not have been that worse, right? How hard can the water really affect a devil fruit user?
It was now up to Yumiko to decide, whether she accepted Rias's help, or not. Was she to accept the help, Rias would help Yumiko rest her arm around Rias's neck and then help her walk off to follow the trio.
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- Yumiko
- [tracker=/t1347-yumiko#7408]
Name : Yumiko
Epithet : Kamaitachi
Age : 28
Height : 5'5'' / 165 cm
Weight : 128 lbs. / 58 kg
Species/Tribe : Human
Faction : Civilian
Devil Fruit : Ita Ita no Mi, Model: Kamaitachi
Bounty : [bel=r] 10,000,012
Quality Score : S
EXP Bonus : +0.20 (to all allies)
Balance : [bel] 2,916,996,298
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[[improviseadaptovercome]]
Posts : 496
Re: [Arc] Mountains and Plains: Part I - Spider Miles Challenge
Wed Sep 06, 2023 1:39 pm
The soaked samurai watched with a mixture of confusion and worry, as the trio went to steal a ship. On one hand, she understood the urgency of the situation. They had to get out of here before things got even worse. Yet, on the other hand... These three were stealing a ship. She just couldn’t bring herself to approve of that.
Luckily, this decision wasn’t up to a vote.
And even if it had been, it would’ve probably ended four against one.
Yumiko stiffened and scoffed at the question. “Of course I can...” Her trembling legs buckled and she hit the pier face first. “...Walk.” The muffled response lost all dignity. Oh, how she hated sea water... A mere splash was enough to leave her weakened, let alone nearly drowning in it.
When the fellow swordswoman offered support, the proud warrior accepted it with utmost reluctance. “Truly, this is the height of humiliation...” Her cheeks were beginning to burn with scorching shame. Hopefully no one saw her like this.
With surprising stealth, the entire group got onto the ship tied to the very end of the docks. The vessel resembled the result of a drunken mistake between a paddle steamer and a caravel. Two masts with square-rigged sails jutted defiantly from the bow and center. A pair of smoke stacks sat at the back. It was a mail vessel, judging by the sacks in the cargo hold. And the garish, red color. This thing was visible in the horizon miles away.
Down in the engine room, a self-appointed narrator had seized the opportunity. “As you can see, in addition to the impressive sails, this ship also comes with a massive paddle engine. Very useful during those windless days, when you have to stay on schedule.” James patted the blackened engine. “However, while the engine is fast and powerful, the speed comes at the cost of fuel economy. This old model only gets about 100 nautical miles to-”
Jeremy pushed a shovel into his friend’s empty hands. “Oh, shut up and shovel, you plonker.” Mumbling something about a waste of bloody time, he channeled his frustrations into his own shovel. Coals began filling the hungry, metal maw.
Once a healthy fire roared in the furnace, Jeremy stopped to lean on his shovel. “I just had a thought.” His comment invited immediate snark. “Well, that’s a first. Planning to make it a habit?” Shooting a glare at his colleague, he held up a finger. “No, what I mean is...” He gestured at the filthy piles around them. “If we are both down here shoveling coal... Who’s driving?” It took a moment for the realization to sink in, before the two shovel boys shared a desperate look.
“...Hammooond!”
Meanwhile on the command bridge, the third stooge was giving the wheel a jolly spin. “No worries, lads and ladies. I see a path to freedom right beyond those ships. Now watch this!” He assured everyone who cared to listen. Unfortunately, his reckless maneuvering was putting the vessel in direct collision course with the nearest marine ship trying to block the escape...
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Total: 6410 / 13 500
Luckily, this decision wasn’t up to a vote.
And even if it had been, it would’ve probably ended four against one.
Yumiko stiffened and scoffed at the question. “Of course I can...” Her trembling legs buckled and she hit the pier face first. “...Walk.” The muffled response lost all dignity. Oh, how she hated sea water... A mere splash was enough to leave her weakened, let alone nearly drowning in it.
When the fellow swordswoman offered support, the proud warrior accepted it with utmost reluctance. “Truly, this is the height of humiliation...” Her cheeks were beginning to burn with scorching shame. Hopefully no one saw her like this.
With surprising stealth, the entire group got onto the ship tied to the very end of the docks. The vessel resembled the result of a drunken mistake between a paddle steamer and a caravel. Two masts with square-rigged sails jutted defiantly from the bow and center. A pair of smoke stacks sat at the back. It was a mail vessel, judging by the sacks in the cargo hold. And the garish, red color. This thing was visible in the horizon miles away.
Down in the engine room, a self-appointed narrator had seized the opportunity. “As you can see, in addition to the impressive sails, this ship also comes with a massive paddle engine. Very useful during those windless days, when you have to stay on schedule.” James patted the blackened engine. “However, while the engine is fast and powerful, the speed comes at the cost of fuel economy. This old model only gets about 100 nautical miles to-”
Jeremy pushed a shovel into his friend’s empty hands. “Oh, shut up and shovel, you plonker.” Mumbling something about a waste of bloody time, he channeled his frustrations into his own shovel. Coals began filling the hungry, metal maw.
Once a healthy fire roared in the furnace, Jeremy stopped to lean on his shovel. “I just had a thought.” His comment invited immediate snark. “Well, that’s a first. Planning to make it a habit?” Shooting a glare at his colleague, he held up a finger. “No, what I mean is...” He gestured at the filthy piles around them. “If we are both down here shoveling coal... Who’s driving?” It took a moment for the realization to sink in, before the two shovel boys shared a desperate look.
“...Hammooond!”
Meanwhile on the command bridge, the third stooge was giving the wheel a jolly spin. “No worries, lads and ladies. I see a path to freedom right beyond those ships. Now watch this!” He assured everyone who cared to listen. Unfortunately, his reckless maneuvering was putting the vessel in direct collision course with the nearest marine ship trying to block the escape...
Words: 517
Total: 6410 / 13 500
- Rias Keko
- [tracker=/t1683-rias-keko#9293]
Name : Rias Keko
Epithet : Funbags
Age : 19
Height : 5 Feet 7 Inch (1.70m)
Weight : 143 lbs (65kg)
Species/Tribe : Human
Faction : New Revolutionary Army
World Position : NRA Lieutenant
Bounty : [bel=r] 12,000,000
Quality Score : B
Income Bonus : +0.10 (from world position)
Balance : [bel] 566,755,000
[[childofdestiny]]
[[mythicalzoan]][[improviseadaptovercome]]
Posts : 84
Re: [Arc] Mountains and Plains: Part I - Spider Miles Challenge
Fri Sep 08, 2023 7:16 am
James neatly placed the shovel aside and rushed back upstairs onto the deck to get rid of Richard from behind the helm. This was due to the unanimous decision on James and Jeremy's part just moments after their 'borrowed' ship had crashed into the nearest marine ship.
"Get on moving help us regain the speed which you lost." James sent Richard down to the lower deck to start assisting Jeremy in shoveling the coal. At this point, all the complaining of manual labor had disappeared on Jeremy's part. It was now do or die or get arrested.
The coal burnt hot, giving this Mail carrier the speed it had not achieved in a while, but they needed more to gain the upper hand and build the distance. "Hello, ladies. Could I bother you to lower the sails?"
The current ship 'captain' James handed out orders as if he had done that before, perhaps he really was the genius sailor the other two claimed James to be? Rias laid Yumiko down on a stool and immediately headed off towards the ropes that were tied to a knot, holding the sails up.
She started to untie them but it was clear that handling things around the ship really was not Rias's strong suit. To combat the clumsiness she performed a quick draw with her blade and cut through the knot like butter, releasing the large white sail carrying the logo of News Coo.
The wind immediately started to blow into the sail, increasing the speed to almost double what they had with just the coal and paddle power. The ship was getting away from the port, and fast, leaving all the marine ships behind... Except.
"Oh cock... Lads keep it going! This might get bumpy!" "Oh don't make me regret letting you replace me, James!" James and Richard shouted to each other from the top and bottom of the deck. Ahead of them, two of the marine ships had created a blockade that was trying to move along where James was steering the ship.
It seems like the Marines were a couple of steps ahead of the trios thinking process, but James alone had an idea.
"You'll never take me alive coppers!"
And with full speed head-on, James performed a couple of quick twirls with the helm, heavily leaning the ship to the left, and then back to the right, only to then eventually end up back on a straight path. These swift maneuvers ended up moving the Marine ships which were ahead of the News Coo ship.
With the tight gap created, the News Coo barely slipped past the two marine ships. Despite the previous hostility, it seemed like the marines were not given the orders to open the cannon fire on the News Coo ship. Another plot was brewing, but James found the moment to be perfect to perform his nerdy victory dance. "And that makes me, the winner!"
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"Get on moving help us regain the speed which you lost." James sent Richard down to the lower deck to start assisting Jeremy in shoveling the coal. At this point, all the complaining of manual labor had disappeared on Jeremy's part. It was now do or die or get arrested.
The coal burnt hot, giving this Mail carrier the speed it had not achieved in a while, but they needed more to gain the upper hand and build the distance. "Hello, ladies. Could I bother you to lower the sails?"
The current ship 'captain' James handed out orders as if he had done that before, perhaps he really was the genius sailor the other two claimed James to be? Rias laid Yumiko down on a stool and immediately headed off towards the ropes that were tied to a knot, holding the sails up.
She started to untie them but it was clear that handling things around the ship really was not Rias's strong suit. To combat the clumsiness she performed a quick draw with her blade and cut through the knot like butter, releasing the large white sail carrying the logo of News Coo.
The wind immediately started to blow into the sail, increasing the speed to almost double what they had with just the coal and paddle power. The ship was getting away from the port, and fast, leaving all the marine ships behind... Except.
"Oh cock... Lads keep it going! This might get bumpy!" "Oh don't make me regret letting you replace me, James!" James and Richard shouted to each other from the top and bottom of the deck. Ahead of them, two of the marine ships had created a blockade that was trying to move along where James was steering the ship.
It seems like the Marines were a couple of steps ahead of the trios thinking process, but James alone had an idea.
"You'll never take me alive coppers!"
And with full speed head-on, James performed a couple of quick twirls with the helm, heavily leaning the ship to the left, and then back to the right, only to then eventually end up back on a straight path. These swift maneuvers ended up moving the Marine ships which were ahead of the News Coo ship.
With the tight gap created, the News Coo barely slipped past the two marine ships. Despite the previous hostility, it seemed like the marines were not given the orders to open the cannon fire on the News Coo ship. Another plot was brewing, but James found the moment to be perfect to perform his nerdy victory dance. "And that makes me, the winner!"
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