Izaka Sazaka

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Well that was probably one of the most badass speeches I've written in a while. Hope you peeps enjoy~

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"EVEN IF I HAVE TO TEAR YOUR FUCKING THROAT OUT WITH MY GODDAMNED TEETH!!!!!!!!!"

Only a second or so after Taibushi released the final shuriken he'd feel a gentle weight on his head, strong fingers rubbing in against the boy's scalp, ruffling his hair. "Mao-sensei lecture number two and shinobi rule twenty five: a shinobi must never show their tears." It was impossible, unrealistic, unreasonable. In the distance the two fuma shuriken continued on through their original flight paths, bisecting at the tree just behind where Mao had originally been standing. The sheer force of impact ripped the mighty oak in two, its trunk coming to rest upon the ground with a mighty crash!

After Asuka's little display of skill Mao decided it was time to stop pulling his punches. Until now he'd been limiting his chakra flow, maintaining a level of energy dispersion below that of typical combat status. These sorts of things were simply in his nature, if he could skimp of doing work and still get the job done so be it. Now, having witnessed his pupil's skills, it was rapidly becoming apparent that holding back was not in the cards.

Asuka's attack came first, multiple weapons screaming towards his back at blinding speed. Turning, Mao used his now fully enhanced reflexes to slap a couple away, body twisting to weave here and there as the remainder flew by to little effect. In the distance the sound of traps being triggered rang out, though this was soon eclipsed by Taibushi's angry outburst.

Facing the boy Mao's glinting golden eyes perceived the incoming threats at a superhuman pace. As it stood the Jonin had almost as many years combat experience as the Modobo boy had years alive, this sort of enraged, direct aggression was extremely simple to counter. In the blink of an eye Mao dashed forward, closing distance with the fuma shuriken. Pulling upwards he leapt, feet slamming into the tops of the implements as he used them to prepare a second jump, his unexpected weight altering their trajectory slightly towards the tree in the distance.

By this time Taibushi was in the process of throwing two kunai. At Mao's current velocity the boy's actions seemed to play out at 3/4's speed: still quick, but easily slow enough to calculate the kunai's incoming trajectory, especially when it was so direct. With the dagger sailing towards him Mao finally removed the scroll he'd previously attempted to withdraw from his utility jacket. Unsealing Technique. The scroll unraveled to produce a large number of weapon seals. For the moment Mao only released the one he required.

In a puff of smoke his right hand was covered instantly in the outline of something cold and rigid. The vice claw appeared fully attached and functional and with a single wave of his hand the steel fingers deflected the kunai. He was about fifteen meters away now. Taibushi's final assault of barrel-rolling shuriken proved slightly more difficult, however, upon closing the distance four sweeping claw strikes in rapid succession deposited the still spinning shuriken with two around each of the fore-facing fingers.

The entire exchange took about five seconds from the start. The Jonin wasn't playing around anymore and he wasn't granting freebies. When Mao spoke again his voice was deathly serious. "All ninja experience pain in their life and the enemy will use that against you. You must never show your tears because you must never allow the enemy to see your weakness." Mao's grip tightened a little, strong hold comforting in a natural, almost fatherly way. "You have to let your pain go and focus." Pulling his hand away from Taibushi's head the Jonin stepped away rather naturally. With a twist of his wrist Taibushi's shuriken fell away from his fingers and by the time he was done walking the distance between them had basically been reset.

"Now. I know both of you are tired, upset, and perhaps hurting just a little bit. That's alright, that's the way this is intended to go. We get hurt here, get angry here, cry our tears dry here because this is training. When the training's over, when the tears stop, when the pain subsides. . . that's when you'll be ready for a real mission." Mao's shining golden eyes narrowed, his was no longer the face of mercy. "Again, but this time come as a team."

Halo: ONI Section III Blacklist

As soon as the second Spartan entered and rendered her salute the colonel returned in, ever wary of their all-important customs and courtesies. Turning to clasp his hands behind his back the staff officer once again observed the CIC and was pleased to note that most of the team had assembled as per his request. There were only a few stragglers who had yet to report in.

"Spartan Gravedigger I believe it's about time we got this briefing underway. The sooner the information is dispersed the sooner your men can start selecting their mission tailored load outs." The colonel's words had the subtle effect of putting Knight in charge, leaving the details of the mission explanation and squad organization to him. It was a delicate delegation of the colonel's power and not something he did lightly. Had he not had the highest trust in the Spartan to get the job done he would have given the briefing himself.

Fire emblem: War Of Shadows

So I was able to pull through with the demands of the people. . .

OOC Mansion

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@Jay Kalton

Just read your revised post. I really love the internal drama that's going on! Its very 'I'm inexperienced but still trying to be confident'-y

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Wow, you guys are in for a treat, you are about to look into the abyss of Taibushi's mind, well, just you, not the characters. You may or may not want to look for tissues.

@Aegis1650

The Black Veil [DnD 5E]

I'm ready to kill me some everything.

The Black Veil [DnD 5E]

The loud thudding of boots upon muddy ground resounded throughout the open area, each trampling beat in turn signalling the further approach of the group's most conspicuous member. At nearly seven feet the barbarian human known as Frygga towered over her companions. Bright red hair in combination with her foreign garb, which seemed to be composed of a number of light cloth and leather garments over-top her chainmail, instantly branded her as an outsider to this dreary ground. Further separating herself from the masses was the massive claymore-esque weapon she carried blatantly about her back, it's shining steel length all but inviting whatever conflict this land had to offer.

"And they said Lord Hextor's realm was bad. . ."

The fighter's view was immediately drawn towards the area beyond the town's main gates, the rhythmic clang of the town bell enrapturing her focus. Back in the badlands such technology did not exist. There was only dirt and rock and waste as far as the eye could see. Goblins too, if one was foolish enough to venture too far into the numerous caves that provided the area's only shelter. But here was different. In the wastes the sun shone with an unrivaled intensity, here, it was almost as if it did not exist. The cool air and dreadful silence too were sharp contrasts to the wilds of Frygga's home.

"Alexia Sindarin Calbridge... Demon Hunter. I concur... the Church and the people within are a good place to start."

Frygga turned her attention to the mysterious half-breed at her side as if this were the first time the two had seen one another. In all honesty the barbarian had found herself sleeping for the majority of the cart ride, too busy snoozing after a hearty meal to worry prematurely about proper introductions. Although the half-breed did not at first glance appear too dangerous, it was only upon closer inspection that Frygga noted the assured manner in which she carried herself. Perfect! Another warrior among their ranks would do them good, just so long as she did not worship Heironeous the hated enemy!

"Frygga the Foehammer, and I agree. The sooner we get to that church the sooner we can begin looking for magical weapons."

As a fierce warrior of her clan Frygga had always been pre-occupied with their foremost need: water and food. In her homeland such valuable commodities were rare and the tribes had little to trade for them. Worse still, the goblins which infested the area seemed to be the cause for a large portion of the problem. With so many tribes with such numerous populations the natural capacity of the land had been diminished. Frygga had left her home in search of an answer, in search of some magical implement, weapon, or device capable of eradicating the goblin threat for good.

"My god of conflict is ill-worshiped with idle words. Come sworn companions, let us be quickly to the church and quicker still to the battles beyond."

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@Legion-114

For the meeting do you want to dictate it or should I? I don't mind coming up with a plot/mission for us on Horizon?

Fire emblem: War Of Shadows

Urik of Carnheim

Name: Urik of Carnheim

Age: 22

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Class: Thief

Personality: Lazy and mischievous. As a thief Urik often finds himself in a myriad of situations directly related to his swindling nature. Because of this he's learned to spend most of his time relaxing to make up for the numerous high intensity run-for-your-life situations he seems to regularly find himself in.

History: Born an orphan in the city of Carnheim in Isa Lomita, Urik grew up on the streets learning how to talk tough and run quickly. With time his inability to provide for himself turned his nimble fingers to thievery, an art at which he currently excels.

While in the marketplace one day his dastardly attempts at economic gain fell upon a noble of some high status and although he was successful in lifting the man's coinpurse his escape attempt did not fare so well. Thrown into the town's prison he was left to rot for a week before his former mark returned to offer him a second chance.

Impressed with his thieving skills the noble offered Urik a chance to use his talents in a different manner, namely, in the service of the Isa Lomitanite government serving as a spy and general information gatherer. More than happy for a chance to escape his previously dull life aspirations Urik immediately accepted and was inducted as a Lomitanite spy.

Weapons: Iron Sword (Fluff = Two Iron Daggers)

Weapon Rank E

Skills:
Lock Picker - Thieves can unlock any door even without a lockpick (Passive)
Long Runner - Thieves can run as far as a horse not as fast but as far. (Passive)

Miscellaneous: Wears a headband given to him by a fellow thief before their untimely demise. Also wears a necklace depicting a manakete which is of minor religious significance to him. Worships the departed manaketes as minor deities.

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Knight Artorias of Kimura

Name: Formerly Caim of Lindow, now Knight Artorias of Kimura

Age: 36

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Class: Wyvern Rider

Personality: Pragmatic but resolute. As a soldier, Artorias is well accustomed to making his opinion known regardless of how unpopular it might be. In battle he's quick and ruthless. Virtually uncaring about the lives of both soldier and civilian he seeks out his ultimate goal: victory.

History: Born the son of a simple finsherman Caim grew up on the stories of valorous Kimuran mercenaries and imposing knights. From a young age he set himself to the goal of leaving his village to pursue employment in Kimura's Wyvern Knight Corps. Unfortunately, Caim did not pass his initial entry tests and was turned away time and again due to his inability to bond with a wyvern partner.

Desperate for success, Caim set out for the base of Kimura's western mountain ranges, scaling them by hand until at last he reached the wyvern's nesting grounds. Using his training from the admittance tests he was able to approach and tame a wild wyvern (who he named Lowen). After some practice Caim returned to the Kimuran capital of Quinlan and was able to pass his entry examinations easily, earning himself a position in the Wyvern Knight Corps.

Since then he's spent many years working his way up through the ranks to attain the status of First Captain of his own unit of wyvern riders. In addition, due to his valorous deeds he was also granted knighthood and a new name to reflect this status.

Weapons: Steel Axe

Weapon Rank D

Skills:
Determination - A Wyvern Rider can hit harder and dodge easier when on their own (Passive)
Take Flight - A Wyvern Rider hits harder when fighting non-fliers (Passive)

Miscellaneous: