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6 yrs ago
Current All the guy did was change his pic to a swastika, say some entry-level /pol/ bytes, and changed his bio to basic slurs.
6 yrs ago
You know exactly who.
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6 yrs ago
I don't know why we can't blast both zoophiles and pedophiles at the same time. Two birds one stone.
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idk who needs to hear this but if you like women then you're gay, no ifs ands or buts
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Hana Oshiro - The Last Samurai


When Isshum burst through the wave of cherry blossoms, Hana began to move her hands again. To prepare another attack and finish the fight her way. But, much to her surprise, the young Dragon Slayer relented and gave up on the fight. This earned a surprised expression from the older woman, who took a moment to lower her hands back to her sides. The cherry blossoms that littered the battlefield began to dissipate, vanishing without a trace and leaving no signs to prove how the field was so destroyed. Most of the ground appeared as if it had been run with a tiller while several trees in the distance were shredded and falling apart. "How I got so strong?" Hana repeated, bringing a finger to her lip as she thought about it.

"I never gave up." The pink-haired samurai stepped forward with a smile, stretching her arm out to ruffle Isshum's white hair. "I was born with innate power, but where we come from doesn't dictate what we will become. I've been training all my life, I still train to this day. I fight with honor, dignity, and diligence. And I haven't always won. Humility is important, too. But all in all, just keep fighting and you will grow stronger. Remember: I have many years of experience that you are yet to have." With another smile, Hana proceeded to ruffle his hair again before finally retracting her hand from his head. "You have a powerful magic. I'm sure one day you will become the hero that you hope to be. If all else fails I know someone who can help you out. Another Dragon Slayer."

Hana stretched her arm out, as if it was sore or otherwise bothering her. She looked at her right wrist with scrutiny before sighing and bringing her arm back to her side. "But he is a busy man. One of the few to beat me in a fight, though he was kind enough to spare my life. But I'm sure you don't need any special instruction. Just a burning determination. Now let's get back to the guild. I think Vivian wanted to challenge me to a duel as well, but if I won't be using my magic then we don't have to fight in isolation like we just did." The pink-haired woman began walking back to the guild, expecting Isshum to follow suit. It was refreshing to spar with someone, even if it was brief and the gap in power is apparent. Simply put, Hana appreciated that she was still relevant.

Ever since the War, Hana hadn't felt as appreciated as she once did. While her power in the past was mostly considered beautiful it was now just seen as destructive. Her youth has been declining, so her visual appeal had been declining as well. With so many mages congregated and united in one guild it was easy to put the 'veterans' in the back to fit the newer ones. Her days as Lamia Scale's Ace have long been gone. Hana wasn't about to admit her feelings, but it was assuring to know that the younger mages still looked up to her. "Hmm... I don't know why, but something feels familiar..." Hana spoke up as the two continued walking back to town. "Like... I have a bad feeling..."

Stacy Kaiser - White Tiger


Number One


Unknown to Hana the strange feeling she was getting came from high above in the sky. Two women, one that looked like a stereotypical witch and the other that was bothering Hana: Stacy Kaiser. The two women sat on a flying broomstick, with the witch clearly in control and Stacy simply clinging to her for safety as they traveled across the sky. "We're almost there, you can slow down now! Like please slow the hell down!" Stacy spoke up, barely audible over the wind as they flew across the sky. "You can also let go of my breasts!" the other woman shouted back, though Stacy didn't oblige. It wasn't until the two reached Magnolia and descended to the streets that the pale, white-haired woman ceased her sexual harassment.

"Hey, thanks again for the ride," Stacy admitted, releasing the woman and hopping off the broom onto the cobblestone street. "I don't think I'll be giving you one again." "Oh, come on. Don't be like that. It was all in good fun." "For you, maybe. And people say that I'm freaky." The witch didn't even wave goodbye as she sped off on her broomstick, kicking up a small gust of wind that caused Stacy to stumble backwards. The pale woman was quick enough to regain balance and stay on her feet, but a look of irritation had taken hold of her. "Fine then! Didn't need you anyways." Brushing her long hair over her shoulders, Stacy turned and began walking towards the heart of Magnolia.

It didn't take long to find the Wizards of Fiore guildhall. It was common knowledge where it was, being it was presently the only legal guild in all of Fiore and would probably remain so for the foreseeable future. "Reminds me of the good ol' days," Stacy began to reminisce, standing outside the doors. "Back when I could just walk into these places and boss everyone around. Good times." With a swift kick, the doors flung open and Stacy Kaiser stepped inside, a confident grin already plastered across her face. "Alright!" she shouted, likely grabbing attention. "Who's still alive!?" The phrase may sound odd to most of the mages gathered around, but for some it would have a clear connotation: she was referring to veterans of the War. "C'mon, I know there's gotta be a few of ya. Shouldn't be too hard to spot... Ah, Revan! You're still alive!"

The white-haired woman approached the demonic man, rudely shoving past several others along the way. "I would think you'd have died of old age or something by now. You were old when I first met you, yet you still aren't dead. That's tenacity for ya." Of course Stacy knew exactly why Revan hadn't really aged over the course of almost twenty years, but she couldn't resist irritating him. She had first met him soon after her mentor had died, long ago. Revan was one of the first mages she ever met, and periodically she had run into him on her misadventures. Even during her time with the Magic Council she had often bumped elbows with the half-demon. "I bet you're wondering why someone so important like me would suddenly show up at the Wizards of Fiore, right?" Stacy began, toning her voice down a bit. "Well, that's because..."

"The Magic Council fired me today."
With that she burst out laughing, even giving Revan a hard slap to his back as she laughed at her own misfortune. "Ever since that war the Council has been so different. Figured it was only a matter of time before they booted me out. But oh well. Figured I would surround myself with alcohol and mages, so here I am. Care to buy me a few drinks, Revan-sama?"
RIP @Leslie Hall

2015-2015
Died of cancer(ous memes).
Stacy does not appear when requested, but rather when the last thing everyone needs is her narcissistic ass.
Pfft. Still not enough. Sage can be a continent breaker or what have you, but that will never be enough.

For Hana is a combo breaker.
That really won't help him much. lol

Also I like that phrase.
Hana Oshiro - The Last Samurai


Isshum was quick and mobile, dodging the barrage of slicing blossoms in order to close the distance and attempt to attack Hana directly. The downside to that was that by getting closer he would reduce his own reaction time to whatever spell she would produce, but Hana was surprised by his tenacity. The cherry blossoms that surrounded her were many in number and each one potentially lethal yet the boy showed no signs of fear. "Huh." When Isshum approached what remained of the sphere of cherry blossoms, his hand already ablaze, Hana showed no signs of concern or surprise. She remained perfectly calm. "Senbonzakura..."

Her right palm aimed towards Isshum before moving vertically to face the sky. As the raging inferno of the boy's attack began to blast through the sparse blossom defenses, a thick and solid wall of pink petals erupted from Hana's feet. While before she had merely summoned a couple thousand petals, this wall was incredibly dense and stretched wide and tall. It was an immense and intimidating amount. Isshum's fire spell collided with the still-growing wall of pink, burrowing slightly into it but ultimately unable to penetrate due to the thickness and constant movement. "Tsunami." The huge mass of cherry blossoms suddenly became less rigid following Isshum's attack, now falling forward to crash on top of the boy. A literal wave of sharp magical petals, hundreds of thousands flowing like water. The earth they touched wasn't just crushed under the weight but shredded too. This wave of cherry blossoms pushed out towards the boy fast, though the sheer bulk of it made it nowhere close to the speed of Hana's earlier attack. The farther the blossoms reached from Hana, the less dense the wave became as gravity and other various factors forced the wave to spread out over distance.
Hana Oshiro - The Last Samurai


"Where I'd be without my magic?" Hana repeated aloud. Of course she knew exactly where she would be without her magic: right here. The Last Samurai was absolutely confident that with her skills and weapons that all the fights she had been in throughout her history would've had the same result regardless of whether she used her Cherry Blossom Magic or not. While Vivian's remark was rude, Hana decided not to answer the rhetorical question so as not to go down to her level. But she still had something to say. "If you are to question an opponent's capability, you are to do so when you are in a position to prove yourself. Otherwise it is quite rude to address me in such a way."

Not many people in the guild, or people in general for that matter, respect honor and integrity. Definitely not to the degree that Hana does. She would always remain adamant about it, deliberately forcing her manners onto other people in the romantic hope that they would follow suit. "You cannot expect an honorable duel if you yourself are not an honorable person." With that final quip Hana decided to follow Isshum, presumably with Vivian in tow as the younger girl probably still wanted to challenge The Last Samurai. It was a bit of a walk, but Isshum found an acceptable location. Foliage didn't bother Hana that much, she just wanted to make sure there were no innocent people nearby. She didn't care about the damage the environment would take, nor did she particularly care if there were any obstructions in the fight. Anything between her and Isshum would surely be destroyed in one way or another.

"I know not why you are so fixed on being called a hero, but if you are ready then so am I." Hana held both her arms out to her sides with her palms facing outwards. "Senbonzakura..." Cherry blossoms began to spread out from the ground around Hana, drifting upwards gently until they randomly settled to float in one place. Many thousands were formed around the pink-haired woman, even in the air above her to form a loose sphere. Though it was dense it was not so thick as to make it impossible to see, as Hana was able to clearly see out and others could clearly see in. It was at this point that Vivian may have the idea to back up for the duration of the duel. "Summerfall." The thousands of cherry blossoms began to shoot forward at random, dozens at a time. In an almost gatling-gun effect, the sharp pink petals were launched at Isshum. They were capable of slicing through a lot of things, even many forms of magic, but not sufficiently powerful spells or sufficiently sturdy defenses.

Human flesh, however, would be turned to mincemeat by the barrage of cherry blossoms. The onslaught would continue until all the created blossoms were exhausted, which would equate to roughly thirty seconds of non-stop attack. The blossoms that missed (or perhaps passed entirely through Isshum) would maintain a straight path and mar the landscape behind him. Regardless of the condition Isshum was in by the end of it, the ground around him would be shredded and the trees in the distance would be perforated. Some may call the opening attack overkill, but either Hana believed Isshum could handle himself adequately or she really wanted to beat him in one attack. It was hard to tell which just by looking.
I give Isshum 5 minutes at most before Hana hands him his own ass on a silver platter. Vi gets only one because I find the idea of facing Hana in swordsman ship only to be a very laughable thing to do. Swordsman ship is kind her thing, so if Vi thinks that taking away the magical element of it will make things easier, I think it's safe to assume she's in for quite the rude awakening.


The problem in challenging Hana's swordsmanship is that she is in possession of not one but two legendary swords, one being significantly more powerful than the other. If she felt like it, Hana could easily dice her opponent's sword... and everything around it as collateral, all in the blink of an eye.

She's dangerous. lol
Hana Oshiro - The Last Samurai


The samurai woman cocked her head sideways as Ira gave his goodbye. It was strange for someone to show up the way he did. If what he said was true then it made a little sense, being that he has been wandering for a long time now so it would be in his nature to come out of nowhere and to leave just as fast. "Taka, huh..." She brought a hand to her chin, trying to figure out why Ira was so interested in Taka. Earlier she had joked about Taka being in love with the mysterious man but perhaps there was some actual truth to jab. "Love it is, then." Hana placed a fist in her other palm, affirming her statement as the truth and thus etching it from her mind. There were more important things to think about.

Such as whether or not to let Isshum out of the Lovely Vortex. He sounded defeated, but once the blossoms would die down then he could easily try to strike again. Not that he posed any particular danger to Hana herself, but to say his magic isn't destructive and possibly dangerous to others or the guild hall would be a bold lie. Even Hana is dangerous enough to the guild as it is, let alone fighting someone else destructive. "Hmmm... okay." The blossoms that surrounded the boy began to dissipate into the air, taking only a few seconds for the whirlwind of pink to vanish entirely. "I don't know why you think beating me will make you a hero. Heroism doesn't come from strength, it comes from personality," Hana began to lecture. "But since the young man I was talking to has decided to leave, I'm not doing anything at the moment. We could take it outside, somewhere without people, if you really want to challenge me. But I warn you: I'm not very good at handicapping myself, so I won't be going easy."
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