@ImportantNobody Its wielder's sheet is in my compendium, linky in my sig. Look for Ishida Itsuki, alias Kikin, or the only Japanese character in there. XD
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My name is DJ.
I am a roleplayer.
A roleplayer of roughly a good decade now.
I write a lot of things, and am able to roleplay a lot of things.
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- I run a small YouTube channel.
- I listen to a helluva lot of music. Love music.
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Anywho, I've not been RPing for a long long time, but here I am, hopefully to make a few friends and RP some.
I am a roleplayer.
A roleplayer of roughly a good decade now.
I write a lot of things, and am able to roleplay a lot of things.
Random Things about me
- I run a small YouTube channel.
- I listen to a helluva lot of music. Love music.
- I'm from Singapore. It's a little island in Southeast Asia.
Anywho, I've not been RPing for a long long time, but here I am, hopefully to make a few friends and RP some.
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Skall, let me just say:
I've always wanted to weaponise dance. Now I finally get to live out this little fantasy of mine!
This. Is. AWESOME!
I've always wanted to weaponise dance. Now I finally get to live out this little fantasy of mine!
Johnny watched as the man in front of him slowly closed the distance, step by step. He kept his foot a tapping, keeping the beat even as he braced himself. He knew that the opponent couldn't see the flexing and tensing of his muscles beneath his suit, an advantage he knew he had against those speedier, faster fighters. He'd fought one of those types before, some wicked speedster on another world who he'd fought without his jacket on. As the fight had worn on, his trademark suit had gotten holes punched in it and he knew his opponent was reading his muscles to know where he'd strike next. Only a combination of concussive sound kicks had put the guy down for good.
He didn't want to have to find another tailor today.
As the young man advanced towards him, he readied himself. His left foot shifted gently forward as his right moved slightly back.
Tap tap tap.
An swiveled and began a clockwise spin. Johnny caught sight of the fighter's right leg raising itself in preparation for kick.
Oh one of these. He knew this kick like the back of his hand; it was one of the same kicks he'd been taught as part of his style's repetoire.
With a small smile, probably unnoticed, he simply placed a hand on his hat to keep it there as he plain ducked underneath the swinging kick, bowing forward slightly as he kept his foot a tapping. As he straightened himself back up he rolled his shoulders, cricked his neck and ran a hand along the brim of his hat.
Time to dance, flyboy.
A hand shot up towards the conductor of the band.
"Maestro! Something faster!"
Ooh this hit the spot real good.
Tap tap tap tap.
He clicked his heel on the floor, following the starting beat as he let the tune infuse into his body.
Tap tap tap tap.
Eyes closed. Follow the beat. Let the music breathe through you.
Tap tap tap tap.
You are the beat. The music follows you. Let it guide your feet.
Tap tap tap tap.
Johnny clacked his heels together, swiveling on his toes so his feet came together in a V shape. He smiled, running a hand down one of the lapels of his jacket.
Distraction. Hold his attention elsewhere.
Tap tap tap tap.
He swept imaginary dust off his sleeve, two swipes of his hand, in time to the music.
Tap tap tap tap.
Both his hands pulled his jacket straight, a short sharp motion in time with the beat, accentuated with a quick stamp on the floor.
Tap tap tap tap.
He bowed again, a hand to his hat, a smile on his face.
Tap tap tap tap.
Left foot tap, right foot follow, left tap, right stamp.
Left toe tap. Right heel tap toe tap, left tap right stamp.
Right toe tap, left foot follow, right tap left stamp.
Beat. Right heel tap tap left toe tap right stamp.
Slow spin on right heel, hop in the air double stamp.
Tappity tappity stamp!
Tippity tappity tap tap tap! His feet danced and sang on the floor, a blitzing rhythm of taps that seemed to all blend together.
Here we go!
Without warning his right foot shot up almost vertical, his body sideways facing to An's right. With his left hand on his hat, he grinned as he brought his leg straight back down in a lightning quick axe kick in the same beat, the metal-plated heel of his shoe screaming downward to meet An's head, if he didn't do anything about it.
All this just a few seconds after he'd dodged that kick.
He didn't want to have to find another tailor today.
As the young man advanced towards him, he readied himself. His left foot shifted gently forward as his right moved slightly back.
Tap tap tap.
An swiveled and began a clockwise spin. Johnny caught sight of the fighter's right leg raising itself in preparation for kick.
Oh one of these. He knew this kick like the back of his hand; it was one of the same kicks he'd been taught as part of his style's repetoire.
With a small smile, probably unnoticed, he simply placed a hand on his hat to keep it there as he plain ducked underneath the swinging kick, bowing forward slightly as he kept his foot a tapping. As he straightened himself back up he rolled his shoulders, cricked his neck and ran a hand along the brim of his hat.
Time to dance, flyboy.
A hand shot up towards the conductor of the band.
"Maestro! Something faster!"
Ooh this hit the spot real good.
Tap tap tap tap.
He clicked his heel on the floor, following the starting beat as he let the tune infuse into his body.
Tap tap tap tap.
Eyes closed. Follow the beat. Let the music breathe through you.
Tap tap tap tap.
You are the beat. The music follows you. Let it guide your feet.
Tap tap tap tap.
Johnny clacked his heels together, swiveling on his toes so his feet came together in a V shape. He smiled, running a hand down one of the lapels of his jacket.
Distraction. Hold his attention elsewhere.
Tap tap tap tap.
He swept imaginary dust off his sleeve, two swipes of his hand, in time to the music.
Tap tap tap tap.
Both his hands pulled his jacket straight, a short sharp motion in time with the beat, accentuated with a quick stamp on the floor.
Tap tap tap tap.
He bowed again, a hand to his hat, a smile on his face.
Tap tap tap tap.
Clap your hands!
Left foot tap, right foot follow, left tap, right stamp.
And you swing out wide!
Left toe tap. Right heel tap toe tap, left tap right stamp.
Stomp your feet!
Right toe tap, left foot follow, right tap left stamp.
You swing out wide!
Beat. Right heel tap tap left toe tap right stamp.
Do a bump!
Slow spin on right heel, hop in the air double stamp.
And you swing out wide!
Tappity tappity stamp!
Truck a little bit.
Beat it out and
make it!
Beat it out and
make it!
Tippity tappity tap tap tap! His feet danced and sang on the floor, a blitzing rhythm of taps that seemed to all blend together.
Everybody's happy when they're doing the jive!
Here we go!
Without warning his right foot shot up almost vertical, his body sideways facing to An's right. With his left hand on his hat, he grinned as he brought his leg straight back down in a lightning quick axe kick in the same beat, the metal-plated heel of his shoe screaming downward to meet An's head, if he didn't do anything about it.
All this just a few seconds after he'd dodged that kick.
@ImportantNobody Does "daemon possessed life sapping soul eating sentient katana" do that for you?
@my Lalia Might want to change the colour of Raya's speech. I can't read it without straining my eyes XD
Hazan would save the bystanders. He doesn't have many friends to begin with, but the friends he's made all are willing to die. They knew the risks.
@ImportantNobody I have a swordswoman for that sorta thing.
@Skallagrim Why thank you XD
Johnny had to admit something: he'd never fought someone like this before. The man could fly, for Pete's sake! He wondered what else Earth-people could do even as he settled into a comfortable fighting stance, one he had been in in countless fights.
The other fighter's stance was...strange. He'd seen something similar once, when he'd fought a Rocker in a bar fight similar to this one. But this wasn't then. This was now, and this man was a complete stranger whose moves were 100% foreign to him.
Hands loose and free, arms too. Feet planted firmly on the floor, but with relaxed legs and a relaxed stance, weight shifting gently from right to left to right and over again. Then, he began to tap.
Tappity tap. Tap tap clack.
The slow, soft rhythmic tapping of his plated dancing shoes was only made louder by the hard wooden floor he stood on. He went slow, not expending any of his energy on a complicated routine. Instead he simply made a beat by tapping his right foot on the floor in time with the song. The first beat of the bar always louder than the rest. Just like he'd been taught.
Hands free and easy.
Clack tap tap tap.
one two three four
Clack tap tap tap.
five six seven eight
Who was gonna strike first?
The other fighter's stance was...strange. He'd seen something similar once, when he'd fought a Rocker in a bar fight similar to this one. But this wasn't then. This was now, and this man was a complete stranger whose moves were 100% foreign to him.
Hands loose and free, arms too. Feet planted firmly on the floor, but with relaxed legs and a relaxed stance, weight shifting gently from right to left to right and over again. Then, he began to tap.
Tappity tap. Tap tap clack.
The slow, soft rhythmic tapping of his plated dancing shoes was only made louder by the hard wooden floor he stood on. He went slow, not expending any of his energy on a complicated routine. Instead he simply made a beat by tapping his right foot on the floor in time with the song. The first beat of the bar always louder than the rest. Just like he'd been taught.
Hands free and easy.
Clack tap tap tap.
one two three four
Clack tap tap tap.
five six seven eight
Who was gonna strike first?
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