So the really early days of MMA, kind of. Vale Tudo and all that.
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<Snipped quote by Lugubrious>
as it's a bit more like an underground MMA tournament; not a lot of rules and it's mostly honor bound, you got faces and heels, warriors and cheats, but in the end all that matters is coming out on top.
Bro.
I hope the operative word there was "underground" and not "MMA".
Well after seeing This, I propose Beacon has a self-defense class! Or fighting tournaments in which our characters duke it out only using hand to hand combat.
Well now
Luke Schwarz -- okay.jpg
Wincing from both the ear-ringing screech and the unfettered smackdown shortly laid upon the faunus, Luke looked up at the black clad figure to find...
"Officer Murphy?!"
You could forgive the surprise. He'd not expected him to be part of the apparently one-man SWAT Team en route to their location!
Once he was done gaping at the whole thing, he quickly regained his senses, and answered the question. "Jack managed to snatch some files from that back room. Speaking of which, they couldn't have made their logo more obvious in the room if they tried."
He frowned. "And it almost feels like they did, to be honest."
The frown continued and his brow furrowed, as he folded his arms together, closed his eyes, and thought for a moment. What was he forgetting to ask about here? Something important...
Something that probably started all thi--
!!!
"Officer, do you know where Mokuren is right now? Ever since things got crazy, we haven't been able to contact her."
Please be okay. Please be okay. He chastised himself for nearly forgetting, even with all the commotion, but most of all, he hoped their lost member was in good shape.
Wincing from both the ear-ringing screech and the unfettered smackdown shortly laid upon the faunus, Luke looked up at the black clad figure to find...
"Officer Murphy?!"
You could forgive the surprise. He'd not expected him to be part of the apparently one-man SWAT Team en route to their location!
Once he was done gaping at the whole thing, he quickly regained his senses, and answered the question. "Jack managed to snatch some files from that back room. Speaking of which, they couldn't have made their logo more obvious in the room if they tried."
He frowned. "And it almost feels like they did, to be honest."
The frown continued and his brow furrowed, as he folded his arms together, closed his eyes, and thought for a moment. What was he forgetting to ask about here? Something important...
Something that probably started all thi--
!!!
"Officer, do you know where Mokuren is right now? Ever since things got crazy, we haven't been able to contact her."
Please be okay. Please be okay. He chastised himself for nearly forgetting, even with all the commotion, but most of all, he hoped their lost member was in good shape.
Such is life in the States.
Lucas Schwarz -- Can Hunters make Arrests?
Good question. What should they do with her?
His eyes narrowed, half in thought, and half in suspicion. She didn't seem to be faking that very, very obvious panic, despair, and fear, but it most be remembered that her whole schtick was deception. Illusion. With that in mind, there wasn't exactly such a thing as being too careful.
Well, I could choke her out.
But that would be overdoing it, thus why it's an example.
Not to mention it'd just be kind of unnecessary.
Anyways.
"Ciel," he began, stepping off to the side of his newly realigned teammate. "Stay here, and keep that gun on her. We can't risk letting her slip any false moves." No final eff-you's for their opponent if he could help it.
"And you," he continued, pointing at Morgan before pulling his arms, one slightly-tanned and the other a vibrant halfway point between pink and red, back through his sleeves. "Hands behind your head. Don't do anything dumb."
It felt odd, he realized while pulling his hoodie out over his shoulders, to be talking like this. He wasn't usually ever the one giving commands, using a tone of absolute "listen to me or you get hurt"-type authority. Had Dad ever done anything like this? Sure he'd given him a rundown when he learned he was going to Beacon in one of those fatherly "just-in-case-you-need-to-know" moments, but to actually do it in a live situation was...
Worlds apart. he concluded, brushing his undershirt back down over his briefly exposed, well-defined midriff.
...
What?
He worked hard to get in such shape, let him be proud a little.
Rolling the one-sleeved hoodie up much like a locker room towel, albeit with a much different purpose in mind, he began to walk towards the Faunus, slow and cautious, and never into Ciel's line of sight.
Now came the dangerous part, even with things set up as they were. A last-ditch effort on Morgan's part could have an untold number of consequences, somer of them potentially fatal.
He needed to be on guard at all times.
"On your belly, face down, keep your hands on your head."
Clear, concise, and completely incapable of being misconstrued.
Exactly how it should be, right?
Good question. What should they do with her?
His eyes narrowed, half in thought, and half in suspicion. She didn't seem to be faking that very, very obvious panic, despair, and fear, but it most be remembered that her whole schtick was deception. Illusion. With that in mind, there wasn't exactly such a thing as being too careful.
Well, I could choke her out.
But that would be overdoing it, thus why it's an example.
Not to mention it'd just be kind of unnecessary.
Anyways.
"Ciel," he began, stepping off to the side of his newly realigned teammate. "Stay here, and keep that gun on her. We can't risk letting her slip any false moves." No final eff-you's for their opponent if he could help it.
"And you," he continued, pointing at Morgan before pulling his arms, one slightly-tanned and the other a vibrant halfway point between pink and red, back through his sleeves. "Hands behind your head. Don't do anything dumb."
It felt odd, he realized while pulling his hoodie out over his shoulders, to be talking like this. He wasn't usually ever the one giving commands, using a tone of absolute "listen to me or you get hurt"-type authority. Had Dad ever done anything like this? Sure he'd given him a rundown when he learned he was going to Beacon in one of those fatherly "just-in-case-you-need-to-know" moments, but to actually do it in a live situation was...
Worlds apart. he concluded, brushing his undershirt back down over his briefly exposed, well-defined midriff.
...
What?
He worked hard to get in such shape, let him be proud a little.
Rolling the one-sleeved hoodie up much like a locker room towel, albeit with a much different purpose in mind, he began to walk towards the Faunus, slow and cautious, and never into Ciel's line of sight.
Now came the dangerous part, even with things set up as they were. A last-ditch effort on Morgan's part could have an untold number of consequences, somer of them potentially fatal.
He needed to be on guard at all times.
"On your belly, face down, keep your hands on your head."
Clear, concise, and completely incapable of being misconstrued.
Exactly how it should be, right?
All good fam
Gonna give Suku a chance to post.
So I take it I'm the only one who read the "zoo" thing as referring to the ferret
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