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"If you kill a man, you scorn his wife. If you kill his wife, you scorn her child. If you kill her child, you scorn his village. If you kill his village, you scorn the kingdom. If you kill the kingdom you scorn an empire. If you kill an empire, then who is left?"
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@Skallagrim, @Rilla, @Takashi and @DJAtomika
I am finally well, thanksgiving is over, tomorrow is an early closing day, and I have several days off. I can begin posting at a regular schedule again.
I am thankful for your patience. And to those of you in the United States, Happy Thanksgiving.
I am finally well, thanksgiving is over, tomorrow is an early closing day, and I have several days off. I can begin posting at a regular schedule again.
I am thankful for your patience. And to those of you in the United States, Happy Thanksgiving.
(For the sake of Brevity, and since it is understood that the two characters can understand each other, all posts will now be written in entirely English.)
Averting his eyes for a moment, he placed his attention off of the woman's face and to the windows. He put a hand on a standing bar to steady himself. Sweeping images and drawn lines crossing the portal in rapid succession, moving so quickly that even his eyes couldn't catch a proper glimpse. Whatever fueled this immense vehicle was likely the reason he was here. Even though he was on the receiving end of the magic wand that had waved itself over his life, he didn't remember a second of it. Even the memory that had danced at the back of his head just a moment ago had faded into obscurity. Trying to remember it was a futile effort, maybe it was better that way. Despite knowing nothing about what came before, he felt in his heart that it was a terrible fate.
Turning back to the woman, only now noticing that she had responded to him. Honestly he had missed a bit of what she said, but he got the most of it. Multiversal train, somehow got on board, so on and so forth. Dodging the question of what her identity was, somewhere in his core he knew this was a sign of a deceitful individual. His face drew into a frown and he let out a bit of a sigh.
Once again he spoke, this time a bit more confident with his speech. Knowing now that she could understand his words."Ma'am I don't know how I got here. I was hoping that you would have an answer for me, but it seems as though you've gone straight from pleasantries to fury." Suddenly his heart stuck cold in his chest, he paused.
A hot wave of fear found its way through his veins as the word left him. For a moment his eyes widened, his pupils dilated into tiny lines and his fists clenched tightly. The bar in his hand folded inwards, the squeal of metal being crushed and twisted filled the cabin.
"I-" He paused for a moment, not knowing why he was filled with such primal fear over a word. It took him a few moments to compose himself before he spoke again. Even though he had visibly calmed himself, his right hand still clenched the crushed bar tightly. "I don't know what kind of person I am, I can hardly remember my own name. But somehow I know that I'm not the sort of person to threaten Ma'am."
Despite a primal fear still burning hot in his blood, the man had no fear of the woman. Somehow looking at her weapons gave him a sense of comfort, they were primitive to him. They looked clunky and awkward, designed for singular tasks rather than being universal tools. Weapons were familiar and yet his own past wasn't, he was loathe to think about who he was before. Knowledge of war and bloodshed, but none of his own life, like he was a soldier bred in a lab for the sake of spilling blood. The idea unsettled him.
"If you don't know why I'm here, and I don't know why I'm here. I figure somehow your magic has something to do with that, you speak about it as though it's your doing. So why don't you explain, since you seem to be in the know?" With a firm tone about his voice, he asked her again for an explanation. Though she was armed, he had accidentally found a depth of his own ability on accident a moment ago. While he wasn't angry, he was growing impatient. This place was strange and with no knowledge of who he was and where he was, he at least wanted to know why he was.
Averting his eyes for a moment, he placed his attention off of the woman's face and to the windows. He put a hand on a standing bar to steady himself. Sweeping images and drawn lines crossing the portal in rapid succession, moving so quickly that even his eyes couldn't catch a proper glimpse. Whatever fueled this immense vehicle was likely the reason he was here. Even though he was on the receiving end of the magic wand that had waved itself over his life, he didn't remember a second of it. Even the memory that had danced at the back of his head just a moment ago had faded into obscurity. Trying to remember it was a futile effort, maybe it was better that way. Despite knowing nothing about what came before, he felt in his heart that it was a terrible fate.
Turning back to the woman, only now noticing that she had responded to him. Honestly he had missed a bit of what she said, but he got the most of it. Multiversal train, somehow got on board, so on and so forth. Dodging the question of what her identity was, somewhere in his core he knew this was a sign of a deceitful individual. His face drew into a frown and he let out a bit of a sigh.
Once again he spoke, this time a bit more confident with his speech. Knowing now that she could understand his words."Ma'am I don't know how I got here. I was hoping that you would have an answer for me, but it seems as though you've gone straight from pleasantries to fury." Suddenly his heart stuck cold in his chest, he paused.
A hot wave of fear found its way through his veins as the word left him. For a moment his eyes widened, his pupils dilated into tiny lines and his fists clenched tightly. The bar in his hand folded inwards, the squeal of metal being crushed and twisted filled the cabin.
"I-" He paused for a moment, not knowing why he was filled with such primal fear over a word. It took him a few moments to compose himself before he spoke again. Even though he had visibly calmed himself, his right hand still clenched the crushed bar tightly. "I don't know what kind of person I am, I can hardly remember my own name. But somehow I know that I'm not the sort of person to threaten Ma'am."
Despite a primal fear still burning hot in his blood, the man had no fear of the woman. Somehow looking at her weapons gave him a sense of comfort, they were primitive to him. They looked clunky and awkward, designed for singular tasks rather than being universal tools. Weapons were familiar and yet his own past wasn't, he was loathe to think about who he was before. Knowledge of war and bloodshed, but none of his own life, like he was a soldier bred in a lab for the sake of spilling blood. The idea unsettled him.
"If you don't know why I'm here, and I don't know why I'm here. I figure somehow your magic has something to do with that, you speak about it as though it's your doing. So why don't you explain, since you seem to be in the know?" With a firm tone about his voice, he asked her again for an explanation. Though she was armed, he had accidentally found a depth of his own ability on accident a moment ago. While he wasn't angry, he was growing impatient. This place was strange and with no knowledge of who he was and where he was, he at least wanted to know why he was.
Alright, @Rilla you're up next. I've started writing my post up now.
It would be a real shame if Alexander had happened to be trying to close the gap between them. A real shame. Tanzo's move went off without a hitch, Brighton allowed him to catch his arm and grip as tight as he wished. It's not as though his grip would last very long, most people tend to lose their grip when they're caught unaware.
Finally displaying his ambidextrous ability, Brighton whipped his left arm from around his back into a frighteningly quick jab towards Tanzo's diaphragm. One of the most devastating punches that one can deliver is to that part of your body which controls your breathing, it leaves you breathless and helpless. With a swift blow to his most vulnerable of areas, Tanzo would be left totally open to attack.
Completely defenseless.
However, what Tanzo doesn't know, is that the more immediately threatening attack is a feint. A distraction for the real attack.
Knowing that Tanzo's left hand is occupied, and that his right hand would soon be occupied with catching the punch, Brighton had preemptively forced an opening in his foe's guard. See, most people forget about their lower halves while fighting. Most people just sort of throw their fists at eachother's faces and never stop to consider how they're able to reach eachother's faces.
Without a sturdy pair of legs to hold oneself up on, one can't particularly punch someone else in the face.
While winding up the swing towards Tanzo's chest, Brighton lifted up his right leg and brought it back halfway and swung it forward with force. Aiming the toe of his hard leather boots right for Tanzo's left ankle. Angling his foot slightly so that it would catch right at the joint, aiming to knock his foot right out from under him.
Now, back to the punch. I'm not saying that the punch is totally harmless and not aiming to deliver an actual blow. No, it's still quite a dangerous punch. The effect of which has already been described, but it is thrown with the expectation of failure. And doesn't have quite the same planned follow up as the kick.
Finally displaying his ambidextrous ability, Brighton whipped his left arm from around his back into a frighteningly quick jab towards Tanzo's diaphragm. One of the most devastating punches that one can deliver is to that part of your body which controls your breathing, it leaves you breathless and helpless. With a swift blow to his most vulnerable of areas, Tanzo would be left totally open to attack.
Completely defenseless.
However, what Tanzo doesn't know, is that the more immediately threatening attack is a feint. A distraction for the real attack.
Knowing that Tanzo's left hand is occupied, and that his right hand would soon be occupied with catching the punch, Brighton had preemptively forced an opening in his foe's guard. See, most people forget about their lower halves while fighting. Most people just sort of throw their fists at eachother's faces and never stop to consider how they're able to reach eachother's faces.
Without a sturdy pair of legs to hold oneself up on, one can't particularly punch someone else in the face.
While winding up the swing towards Tanzo's chest, Brighton lifted up his right leg and brought it back halfway and swung it forward with force. Aiming the toe of his hard leather boots right for Tanzo's left ankle. Angling his foot slightly so that it would catch right at the joint, aiming to knock his foot right out from under him.
Now, back to the punch. I'm not saying that the punch is totally harmless and not aiming to deliver an actual blow. No, it's still quite a dangerous punch. The effect of which has already been described, but it is thrown with the expectation of failure. And doesn't have quite the same planned follow up as the kick.
I'm working on those posts now, I'll have them up by about 6. It's about 4:30 now.
God I'm a horrible flake when I'm sick, I went home and passed out. Then woke up with literally only enough time to get to work.
I'm home in about an hour, I'll start those posts then.
I'm home in about an hour, I'll start those posts then.
@Takashi Nah nah, I'll be fine. I'll write up a post when I get home, I'm real sorry I keep making you wait.
@Skallagrim & @DJAtomika & @Rilla Expect posts after Takashis.
@Skallagrim & @DJAtomika & @Rilla Expect posts after Takashis.
Anyone here ever have a fever so bad that they hallucinate? That was me last night.
Today I'm at work getting yelled at by my coworkers for working slow. Despite them knowing I'm still sick.
Tomorrow I'm scheduled to work only 7 hours after I get home. I'm going to get yelled at tomorrow as well.
I hate this job.
Today I'm at work getting yelled at by my coworkers for working slow. Despite them knowing I'm still sick.
Tomorrow I'm scheduled to work only 7 hours after I get home. I'm going to get yelled at tomorrow as well.
I hate this job.
@Skallagrim A lot of anger towards the game master for creating a system that rewards power over skill.
That was my first steps.
That was my first steps.
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