x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x [STR: 6 | SPD: 5 | RESERVES: 1950/1950| Expert]
Armor Picture Updated The CAZ was an interesting training facilty that was for sure, and from the one he had seen at Aramil it was something vastly different. The one thing this place had shared with the old grounds was the sheer fact that they had seen their fair share of fighting. Kirin had slowly walked in from the south side of the training grounds far away from the small group in the distance. The HUDs in the group soon started to lock on the Waktu in the distance with a pair of beings. Knowing the nocturne military they were most likely S.N.'s. The human did not fear them nor would he lower in his guard in such a place. Right now to all those that would see him, he would simply be appear to a mercenary with his heavy amounts of gear and the machines following him around. The thing was that only Ares would be seen as he started walk in behind the mech carrying some cases in each hand. Kirin would be holding on to a case in one hand and his other hand would lay lightly on the edge of hilt. Walking slowly along the outskirts of the CAZ Kirin would make his way to a small spot off to the side spotting a man working on some tech. Memories of his past works started slowly started to come back to him as a small smile formed on his face. Pointing two fingers towards the spot that he would set up his work, Ares would move in that direction with AL, as Kirin would start to move towards the kid working on the tech. The human mech would stand quietly behind the mech as he started to train himself. Scope tinkering it had seemed by the looks of it. Kirin would speak up faint through the mic of his helmet as his hand moves off his blade. "Good start. Basics.... Here if you are going to be choosing something like this to become." Kirin would slowly place three sleep grenades down beside the Mech with his visor faintly reflecting the man's body. The mech appeared to be human and from the sheer lack of pyschic he was not supernatural. His fellow humans, the mechs mostly, had his eyes and grace.
Moving away from this mech Kirin knew that he most likely should have never done that but he would not care for the time being. They were only sleep grenades, things that could be used to save his a** later on. Kirin coming to the small area that Ares had set up, the Mech had went to a kneeling position. His case would placed infront of him as he started to snap open it,revealing machine parts and a few glowing clips inside. The other cases would have been placed down before hand thanks to ares. Snapping each one open gun parts and framing would be revealed for the construction of one of his new weapons. Grabbing the framing of the rifle now Kirin would begin his building but not before his Mic would pick up. "Hey AL, Can you pick up anything good over here? It would be nice to hear some music. You know it helps me thinks." he said happily trying to get the little guy to something that would keep him busy and maybe not thinking about what had happen.
Skills used: Current Add-ons on his Armor: Armor on! Arm Right: Ammo Holder,Lazer, Fist Pump!, x2 Jets Arm Left: Ammo Holder, Lazer, Fist Pump!, x2 Jets Torso: Two Ammo Holders,Two Prop Shedders, Projector, x2 Jets, and x2 Tesla, Four Rip Cords Leg Right: Water Holders, Water Pump, GL-224, Jetsx2 Leg Left: , Water Holders,Water Pump, GL-224, Jetsx2 Ammo/Gear: Total: Sleep:50 Inec:50 Cryo:50 Frag: 150 10 Clips of Pulse Rounds. 12 Rounds each Clip 25 Clips of 12mm Rifle Rounds. 12 Rounds each Clip 24 Liters of Water
Posted: Thu Oct 03, 2013 6:32 pm
Bee-boop-bee-boop-bee-doo~
AL the whole journey felt much better in the fact that he made Kirin realize what a total jerkface he was being in Pronta. It was dually noted that in times of duress, Kirin would need video clips. Yes, yes. Most of the time, Ares held the little bot, keeping nice and cozy under the cover of a cloak. AL wasn't the type of bot to accept stares from the random passerby, especially after losing Dani.
Eventually they made their way to the training center, the small mech peeking out every once in a while to take a gander at the environment. He knew it. He knew it all. This was Dani's home...this land. IT WAS EVEN MORE DEPRESSING.
T_______T
His sad emote face display sorrow and a low woe sound reverberating from his speakers. Of course, it was requested to play music. AL was basically a super duper amazing boombox of DOOM. When he was sat down, his antenna came right out, waving furiously through the air at the young mechanist and then at everyone else as if he was a duelist wielding a rapier. He'd slap anyone silly if they got to close. You best believe ittttt~
"Working hard to get my fillllll~ Everybody wants a thrill!
Paying anything to roll the dice Just one more time.
Some will win, some will lose Some were born to sing the blues!
Oh the movie never ends! It goes on and on and on and onnnnnnn~"
His subwoofer kicked in, even his little frame vibrated across the table as if he was a wind up toy, the metal clanking a low chatter. He'd carry on, rotating his striker and thrusting out his ammo holder as he danced. People weren't prepared for this little guy, clearly whoever made him was nuts and had an impeccable taste for music.
As Jack was finishing his second scope, he noticed yet another guest arrive. Although he didn't pay as much attention to the new guest at first, it appeared the guest had had some interest in him. As he fine-tuned some calibrations of the scope, he heard the guest speak, and Jack watched as he placed a few grenades on his desk and left. As he walked away, Jack finally noticed that this may have been the first human to enter the camp after him, and telling from his equipment, the guest was probably a veteran mechanist.
Jack then turned his gaze to a noticeably smaller guest he had missed at first. It seemed to be a machine, probably an entourage to the mechanist, that had followed him in. As he watched, the mechanist set out a case of parts, mostly of firearms, and crouched down to it. At the same time, the bot started blaring out rather loud music. Although it did make him jump, Jack did feel thankful that there was something to listen to around the place.
As the guest began his work on his creation, Jack figured he should start making his own grenades. Looking through the pile of books he had collected, he found a relatively simple formula for a percussion grenade. He found the grenade fitting for the situation, and set to work on his own endeavor. As he began, he took quick peeks at the other mechanist, wondering what he would build. [1/2]
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXHybridxx㊋xxNinjaxx㊋xxExpertxx㊋xx King of Nocturne
Respect is something gained.x x x Though if mutual,x x x it opens the door for eternal friendship.x x x
Alistair allowed the girl to momentarily enjoy her new promotion, she earned it after all. He wouldn't deny that at all. She tore off the arm of someone her rank and even climbed the Moonlight Peak. Alistair climbed that Peak himself to gain his full transformation. He certainly did not have any luck whatsoever. He kept running into monsters that slowed down his journey. But now she was just getting ahead of herself, choosing Alistair as her tamer. "Tch, I told you to think about it. It's permanent. It's not just something you decide at the moment because it seems fine... Whatever. I'll do it because you're my captain." He couldn't help but think about the last person he thought of taking on as his personal student. Stubborn to the bone. She took all that Alistair said to her and used it to make herself stronger. Then she left the nation for reasons he still didn't understand. She told him she left for love. Since he had last sought her out, he had not seen her since that day.
The other two that had come back surely didn't interest Alistair enough for him to even turn around for them. Sure, they were now Adepts, but what he needed was a Captain. He now had one standing before him. But what did catch his eye was another man, already in full body armor, in his training zone. The CAZ was restricted to the soldiers of this nation. The citizens all knew this, and Alistair hadn't had any papers on any mechanists advanced enough to build multiple machines. This man was an intruder. "Remove your helmet and state your name. You do not belong here, so I suggest you do this fast before I attack you myself."
Good start. Basics.... Here if you are going to be choosing something like this to become.
It rang in her ears, drilling in violently until realization settled in. It wasn't in her head, it was here. Red turned to find the source and saw just the usual besides the armored being that was opening up cases. It's little companion started to move about, playing music. Red stared at the chipping paint, the thrum of movement. It was a moment of déjà vu. She has seen it before, countless times, it was probably the only being to know her completely...and yet, she could only gaze at it, trying to sort the current event with ones buried under layers of debris. She knew it, but why? She would turn back to Alistair as he spoke, she'd even smile as he complied with her request.
"Great...I'm gonna go train."
Alistair was King, he could handle himself with whoever the armored persona is. If he needed her, she'd be training and not so far off. Red would look back to the armored being, her hazel eyes flashing beneath the shadow of her black hood and then she walks away.
Hiro Allday Errday
Kirin Benoit
Posted: Fri Oct 04, 2013 8:36 am
...And On and on and Onnnnnn. OH Don't Stop Believein! Got on to this feelin' Oh yes this song was perfect to get his mind on his work, I am mean come it was Journey! Kirin would start placing parts on to the frame quickly grabbing a few tools starting the basic install of the rifle it self. While Kirin toke his time to start work on the R.I. for the internal system of the rifle itself Ares had started to see one of the beings break off from the main group and slowly began to update the master's HUD. Popping up in his top right corner, the mech was would take notice but he would not do anything to show he had taken notice of Alistar walking in closer. Right as the man would stand over him speaking Kirin would slap down the top part of the framing letting the sound of the internal systems kick online. Holding the barrel towards the ceiling and frame close to his shoulder as he started to rise up. His mic would pic up sliently within the helmet as he started to given orders to stand down and wait to see what happens. The visor would turn to face the black haired man as he started shoulder the rifle and speak up. "I prefer to keep my helmet on. No Disrespect to whatever you are but I do not need to say anything until I hear who you are. " His voice stand firm as his stance, his azure orbs staring at the man's own blue eyes from behind the visor. The Mech was only here to escape the Aramilian Forces, taking his time rethink. This man was serious thou about striking him, you could hear Iin his voice the look in his eyes but Kirin was never one to follow and listen easily...
'This was getting interesting' Favnir thought to himself as he raised a brow "I am not here to cause trouble though" he mumbled thinking out loud. He turned to the exit and proceeded to go, he wanted to look around more.
-exit?-
Posted: Fri Oct 04, 2013 9:57 am
xxxxxxxxxx┫Ａｌｉｓｔａｉｒ Ｍａｒｉｃ┣ "I SPEAK TO EVERYONE IN THE SAME WAY, WHETHER HE IS THE GARBAGE MAN OR GOD HIMSELF."
"AND I CAN FIGHT ONLY FOR SOMETHING THAT I LOVE, LOVE ONLY WHAT I RESPECT, AND RESPECT ONLY WHAT I AT LEAST KNOW."
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXHybridxx㊋xxNinjaxx㊋xxExpertxx㊋xx King of Nocturne
Respect is something gained.x x x Though if mutual,x x x it opens the door for eternal friendship.x x x
The music was irritating. The man was irritating. He was here illegally and failed to answer the questions that Alistair asked. "Too late." Two balls of shadows formed in the palms of Alistair's hands. Any vampire would know what this skill was. It wasn't something to be trifled with, nor should it be used on a daily basis. Alistair did something odd, instead of using the balls of shadows itself, he swallowed them. After ingesting the shadows, his body began to radiate a blood red aura that began to cloud the entire room, clouding the vision of almost everyone in the room. A loud screeching sound penetrated the air, drilling into the ears of everyone in the area, drowning out the sound of the music played by Kirin's machine. Out of Alistair's mouth came several Shadows, almost a never ending torrent shot from his mouth, also springing randomly from the blood red aura springing from his body. All of the shadows launched at Kirin, and even though he was in his suit, it'd be nothing against the claws of the shadows. He even continued by charging up another skill. Even Alistair would have trouble dodging each and every one of them, and being inside of the heavy machine, it was impossible for the main to stay in this location. His only option was to run, or die. "Me? I'm the King." He said darkly.
x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x [STR: 6 | SPD: 5 | RESERVES: 1950/1600| Expert]
Armor Picture Updated Well this one was surely interesting was he not? Kirin watched as the man had spoke to him saying it was too late for him to awnser to the question the man had asked him. Kirin had watched as the man had started to form small orbs in his hands and started to devour one of them. Kirin's rifle quickly was sent on to his back while his left gauntlet quickly aimed down infront of him, while his free right hand laid his fingers slowly around the hilt. The room began to change and the dreadful noise filled the area Kirin's mind slowly dug deep. So this being before him was a Vampire and the king of nocturne. A small laugh would echo in the visor of Kirin as the shadows would come to meet him and be meet with a light green barrier spreading like a great wall infront of the Mechanist as his right hand held on to his blade tightly. The shadows would collide with his shield dispelling or delfecting off the barrier as Kirin. The Mic from his helmet would echo up faintly as this would go on, The mechanist would no faulter in his stance. "And this gives you power me? I will give you a name... I was formerly The Lone Wolf of Aramil... Varakrion." he said firmly reading himself for this man
Skills used: Forearm Single Shields Current Add-ons on his Armor: Armor on! Arm Right: Ammo Holder,Lazer, Fist Pump!, x2 Jets Arm Left: Ammo Holder, Lazer, Fist Pump!, x2 Jets Torso: Two Ammo Holders,Two Prop Shedders, Projector, x2 Jets, and x2 Tesla, Four Rip Cords Leg Right: Water Holders, Water Pump, GL-224, Jetsx2 Leg Left: , Water Holders,Water Pump, GL-224, Jetsx2 Ammo/Gear: Total: Sleep:50 Inec:50 Cryo:50 Frag: 150 10 Clips of Pulse Rounds. 12 Rounds each Clip 25 Clips of 12mm Rifle Rounds. 12 Rounds each Clip 24 Liters of Water
With Alistair busy, Mamuro gaining rank, trainees doing their training....all but the lizard man standing around like some pissed off creeper, and she'd move to the outside part of the establishment. It was a small courtyard, a packed muddy ground below her boots. Her face looked skyward, taking in the looming darkness that constantly blanketed Nocturne. Snowfall silently drifted down to her. Her hood fell back and exposed the vibrant scarlet locks, the splatters of blood on her cheeks and those that matted pieces of her hair together. Around her the world would drain away into nothing but brush strokes on a canvas, pushed one way and then another, forever becoming something else, melding into the bigger picture.
Eye lids closed, letting her descend into the dark abyss of her mind where only the flames of hell flourished. The fire within was awakening, coursing in a vicious energy through her. It was taking her closer to the edge, letting her lean over the cliff without letting her fall off. Dark currents crept up each pillar, wrapping its lingering coils around both and heading upward to mound and valley alike. It still didn't stop though, over the plateau of her naval, up and over her chest until it wrapped around her blueish fingers and covered her solemn face. The cold weather only made her look paler, almost bleached in fine colors of the dead. Once the wave of energy covered her entire curvature, it tightened its webbing, sinking its teeth into her flesh. Gradually it tightened once it formed its own layer, the first transition was simply iron. While it was seemingly tough enough for a standard attack, she wanted more, she had to be stronger. The same rise in energy caressed her pallor, baptizing it. It was loving, repellant.
From there, her hands would move to palm up while they remained at her side. Below the skin, small round knobs formed. Shifting down her arms under the cover of her hoodie that her palms. When Red opened her eyes and brought her hands up to inspect them, there were two eyes staring back. The skin had split in twain and revealed the glassy grey orbs. They looked to be blind, but were not. As she studied them, they studied her, shifting as she moved her hands, it was like dividing your mind into a house of mirrors. Seeing yourself, from within yourself, and back again. It was dizzying, maddening. The slits closed and she dropped to her knees, fingers digging into the muck. She began to heave, her body arching up and back down at the bile rose from within her throat. It splattered to the ground in one large groan, and sizzled, steam lethargically rising from its acidic decay. It even bubbled every so often.
Red turned her face away, it was almost too revolting for her but nothing she could do.
She would rise, standing up again and dusting herself off only to lean back over, coughing up the remaining bit before noticing the change in its color. It was more gel like, a strange tint of yellowy-mush.
"Christ," she exclaimed, spitting and wiping her mouth off with her sleeve. Stepping back some, she knew what would happen next, why it had changed. It was flammable. She shot a standard fireball at the oozing liquid. It was a quick punch, sending the fiery sphere right at the ground as it would explode and catch flame. It roared at first, then settled to a dull flame that released plumes of black smoke into the night air. She'd watch it for awhile, until all of the oils burned away, pushing out the foul air within the dead lungs. It would filter just like the smoke, rolling away into the darkness to some far off place.
[Learned: Steel Form, Extra Eyes, Bile Acidity Control, Bile Flammability Control, Bad Breath ]
As Jack worked on his first percussion grenades, the entire area appeared to grow much darker. It was so deep, in fact, that he could barely even see his own bench, let alone the king or the other mechanist. The screeching that followed made him jump and accidentally set off one of his grenades, and even the explosion wasn't that loud compared to the screams. It was a wonder how he finished them with the racket, and he tried to find some way to figure out what the hell was happening beyond his vision [2/2]
As he tried to listen in the darkness, Jack heard the other mechanist mention what he assumed was his name. Keeping this in mind, he decided it probably would be better to stay out of this conflict and see what happens.
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FEAROF THEDARK,fearofthedark. . .
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ℳamoru walked away from the Alastair sliently as he tried to decide on the first skill that he should learn. He soon turned around at the sound of a loud screeching noise that was coming from the king's direction. He shrugged his shoulders as he ignored the issue as he wandered over in the direction near the normal secluded area that he trained in.
He didn't feel the need to he noticed that the argument was involved with the man that had acquitted his stub with the new hand. He sighed before turning in the king's direction and stating loudly, while filled with boredom once the screeching noise stopped,"His looking for work as a mercenary sir" as he seemed to be working an a strange symbolic like image. The strange symbol was slowly beginning to take the shape of three triangles. He roamed over the different tries at drawing the strange shape, while he stood off to the side away from the king and Kirin.[1/5]
He slowly began to read the scroll that contained the information as he idle watched the interaction between Alistair and Kirin, while he seemed to glanced down at the description of the new script. His eyes became bound and determined to master the script. His next step would be to apply the script onto his own body before activating the bloody script. [2/5]
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Main Class • Trickster/Stats • 5/11/Rank • Adept Energy Reservoir • 900/900╱Where I Am... • training room╱With... • no one╱Disposition • focused/Determined
As she started her hand to hand training, she started with a few Shin Stompings. They were pretty basic in movement, if the aggressor were to kick at her, she'd simply stomp on their shin, rendering it useless. The next one was that of Hanuman visits Lanka. She'd have to jump forward slightly and raise her knee up as her hands came down towards it. Red repeated this process, over and over. Jumping and then slamming her hands down to meet the tip of her knee. She would repeat the process with her other leg, eventually feeling like she had accomplished the right number of reps before moving on.
The next was a bit harder to master, it was a jump and then thrusting both knees out in the jump to knock an opponent or two for that matter, back or out, depending on where struck. A few times she almost fell to the ground before catching herself or stumbling as her footing slipped but after repeating the same process, she began to grasp the jump and thrusts. It was when she moved on to the Tombstone Slam that the real falling would happen. She didn't need to flip to run and jump, grabbing her feet with bloodied, mud stained hands and let her knees drop down into the earth. Red couldn't feel pain so the action was mute there, but she did continue the training. After awhile the ground beneath her was a small ditch where her knees drove straight into it. When she stood, both knees were caked with dark clay.
[Muay Thai : Stage 2 Complete]
The Intense Friction was easy, it only required her to focus energy along her arm and when the opponent hit, it would cause a rug burn affect. The next was a matter of thrusting out her hand and twisting the whole arm while the other was balled into a fist to strike at the enemy. Her movements started as rigid, a tight lock, twist, and punch but as she began to pick up speed the motions became faster, easier. Afterwards, her arms would bend, coming up, twisting around an imaginary aggressors. This used ki to maintain the hold, to keep the person locked up in her clutches. Her other arm would repeat, coming up and then twisting. Her energy focused on what would be a hold before dropping it.
The following move wasn't crazy, it just needed a live person to try to attack her. Red, however, still mimicked the movements of it, pushing one arm straightening and then letting go. That is where the opponent would have their arm pressed against their chest, making it difficult for them to attack with their hands and most likely knocked off balance.
[Wing Chun: Stage 2 Complete]
After so much time, she grew bored with hand to hand exercises. She picked a nice sized rock to sit on. Once she was situated, she relaxed her hands, palms up, against the criss-cross of her legs. Her eyes shut as she focused on the metamorphism of bone. It wasn't an easy task to learn on her own, and no others had these abilities. As she relaxed, for a dead person anyway, her ulna fused its self with the radial, both would morph and protrude from her wrists in one quick swish motion. When she looked down her palms were split by bone blades. Retracting them require a little bit more focus, undoing what was done and returning the bone to a somewhat 'normal' state. She was anything but normal at this point and matters would slowly get worse.
Before the next skill, she unzipped her hoodie, letting it fall behind her after she unsheathed her arms from its confines. Her chest was tightly wrapped in bandages and straps that interwove with one another. The coverings only went so far as her midriff and then tattered off. Her spine protruded slightly more than usual for a being, the skin thin over each connection, each bony knob. There were no breathing techniques, just pure energy mutation as she formed new bones. Slowly spikes started to push the flesh up, further until it ripped peeled back down the intrusions. More and more started to form until the upper portion of her back was aligned with grey spikes, their edges tipped in a glossy green and black muck but they looked to be razor sharp.
Red sat there though, moving spikes in and out of her. On her torso, back, arms, poking holes all over herself until she grew tired of even it. She would mediate, using mind over matter to regenerate the deaden skin so that the new tears were sealed, but her old scars of stitches and staples were still there. They were post her awakening, no doubtingly from a necromancer or biochemist dabbling in the forbidden arts. Honestly, she didn't mind them. The one around her neck, the other running between her breasts to her navel. There were countless others, she looked like a morbid doll in that aspect. She would place her hoodie back on, zipping it up almost all the way and hiding her head under the hood. With her chin in her hand, she'd wait for Alistair to go with her to do the Madness training, either that, in a bit she would go in to see. With all the commotions of howls and screams, she knew that the new guy must not be taking to the King, or vice verse. Was it his voice she knew? And if so, why? Everything was still too fuzzy for her to recall but she did like the little bot that came in with him, she didn't mind the music either. It was a change from the grunts or silence...not that she would admit it, or need to.
[Learned: Ivoire & Mucronate: Bone Manipulation ]
Posted: Fri Oct 04, 2013 8:44 pm
xxxxxxxxxx┫Ａｌｉｓｔａｉｒ Ｍａｒｉｃ┣ "I SPEAK TO EVERYONE IN THE SAME WAY, WHETHER HE IS THE GARBAGE MAN OR GOD HIMSELF."
"AND I CAN FIGHT ONLY FOR SOMETHING THAT I LOVE, LOVE ONLY WHAT I RESPECT, AND RESPECT ONLY WHAT I AT LEAST KNOW."
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXHybridxx㊋xxNinjaxx㊋xxExpertxx㊋xx King of Nocturne
Respect is something gained.x x x Though if mutual,x x x it opens the door for eternal friendship.x x x
The shield failed to make Alistair falter. Afterall, nothing would be much of a challenge of the opponent died in the preemptive strike. Instead of simply waiting for Kirin to recover, Alistair immediately followed up with The Last Shadow. After charging up in his last attack, the shadow that lingered behind him in silence began to rise and give birth to several other shadows. Prowler shadows. As several Prowler shadows erupted from his body almost seconds after the tidal wave of shadows finished escaping his body, it appeared as if the onslaught of shadows would never end. Kirin could continue to spend energy dodging, but the reality was that, unlike Eternal Darkness, these shadows lasted much longer, and when they were destroyed, they'd simply reform and attack again. As soon as they formed, they launched themselves at the now barrierless Kirin, attempting to slash at anything they could get their claws on. Several shadows obstructed Kirin's view of Alistair, which could prove to be a fatal mistake. To tear your eyes away from an opponent could very well cost any soldier their life. In a blink of an eye, Alistair disappeared from sight as two other prowlers passed by him. It was like he was gone. No longer around, yet the attacks continued. The onslaught continued.
[Last Shadow (A Rank, post 1/9) Shadow Meld (D Rank)]
