Just want to congratulate you all, the IC has been alive and kicking (for the most part ^^') for more or less six months. That's two and a half months longer than Mk.I
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"No one man should have all that power."
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"Well as far as brains go, I've got the lion's share. But when it comes to brute strength, I'm afraid I'm at the shallow end of the gene pool." - Who?
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@NachoBachoPacho@LokiLeo789 Dirk's pretty stuck right now... I suppose Fadel would be the one to get him down from where he is, but there's still a giant gorilla human to try and avoid being murdered by.
Dirk gonna need that hardcore training montage after this. The Grandline gonna be brutal.
oh jeez, now the pirates are retreating, I dunno if I should make Anaru use his super duper pooper scooper secret technique.
If you don't you gonna get shanked...multiple times. (secretly hopes he gets shanked)
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So do we go attempt to cross the Grandline after this Arc? What so we deal with afterwards.
So do we go attempt to cross the Grandline after this Arc? What so we deal with afterwards.
Chapter 1 | A New Horizon
Tobu ran. Using the tooth of the battlement as a stepping-stone, he launched himself at Daku. Blade arcing, he landed in Water Upon the Rocks, an attack
from above. Bone clanged upon bone, and his muscles strained against his master’s parry.
Daku’s thin lips curved into a smile, making his peppered beard rustle. “Keep that up and you’ll have my title before long.”
Eyeing him through the mesh of their blades, Tobu smirked. “It’s all yours.”
Immediately, he realized his mistake, but it was too late. His pressure waned as his concentration slipped. Daku’s heavy biceps flexed. Tobu was blown back as if by a gust of wind, feet scraping along the desert floor. He threw a dusty foot to the ground in a Low Moon stance, his knees bent and back straight. At the same time, he tossed a hand to the same red sands . His palms scraped the stone and dust as he skidded to a halt. He looked up, only to find Daku's blade hurtling towards his face. Pressing against the ground, he vaulted backwards, diving beneath the blade’s tip. Landing on the balls of his feet, he peered through his
brown hair.
Daku rose to his full, impressive height. Despite the chill in the air, the man was bare- chested, wearing only his traditional leather belt adorned with pelts and feathers. His frame was tanned dark from the unforgiving sun. A long scar ran diagonally across his chest. A few more white lines marred his shoulders and arms. There was not a scrap of fat on him. Lit by the dawning sun, Daku stood in High Moon. His back leg was heavily bent, holding the majority of his weight, while his front foot rested lightly upon the ground. It was a stance most could learn, but few could ever master.
Tobu rose. “You tricked me.”
Daku broke High Moon. Hands clasping his head, hr began to lounge. “Don’t listen to me then, or,
better yet, don’t talk back. Besides, you should know my tools by now—tools which a Akit'r should always have at his disposal.”
He scoffed. “Tools? They are clearly tricks and you know it.” His palms stung and he saw peeled callouses, raw and pink, like a shaved beet. “And why do I always seem to get hurt around you?”
Daku shrugged innocently. “Not sure, I don’t get hurt.”
There was a subtle shift in the air, and Tobu focused, becoming acutely aware of his surroundings. Sharpening his senses at will was a skill of the Akit'r,
harnessed over years of intense training. Brushing the dirt from his black tunic, he regained his balance and raised his blade. But Daku was looking away,
gazing over the beautiful desert and the bustling of thier people. Something weighed heavily on his master’s features. There were shadows in the man’s eyes.
“Is it true?” he asked.
“Rumors are rumors, Daku. Besides, you should not concern yourself with it. As Akit'r, we hunt.”
“You’re avoiding the question. I want to know, is it true they are back?" Tobu countered
“Say their name. Only a fool fears a name.”
“I can’t...”
“Then I’ll say it for you.”
“Don’t—”
“Ronin,” Daku said, interrupting him.
Tobu’s breath caught. His father, mother, two brothers and sisters, cousins, and his grandmother made up the Ronin, the most revered Akit'r and hunters known. They had been gone for weeks, apparently hunting a beast that had been terrorising the tribe for months.
“Wake up!” Daku bellowed, and he was glad to see the years had shed from masters face. Daku's stance switched from High Moon to Low Moon, one leg sweeping back. Tobu saw his opening, but kept his face blank.
“So are you going to sight-see, or for once are you going to actually hit...”
He didn’t let Daku finish and charged with a fierce cry, blade raised for Heron in the Reeds. Daku smiled as if he were waiting for it, blade flickering into Full
Moon, covering his head. In the last moment, Tobu gathered his meager power. Daku's blade appeared from nowhere, but he rolled beneath it, teeth clenched. As he landed, he twisted. Fisher in the Shallows. He lashed at Daku’s legs, ready to retract the blow in victory. Daku had lost. Elation lanced through him. Abruptly, his master smirked and his hand smacked a hidden block of stone.
Still moving, Tobu hit the ground. Instinctively, he tucked and rolled on the hard dirt. "Are you kidding me!" he bellowed dragging himself up to dust his furs. Daku cackled, placing his Guraka back in it sleuth. "I said tools all Akit'r should have. he mocked, turning away from Tobu. Go get ready for the hunt."
Tobu grumbled angrily as he walked away. His master always did things like that. If he was any slower, that stone would have sent him two weeks back. Tobu headed for the oasis, squeezing past the crowds worked in preparation for the ending of another Cycle. Grabbing a bow and quiver on his way there, he met with the hunting party. It was a special treat to have an Akit'r in training join them for a hunt, but Tobu paid no attention. He was all to used to it.
With a sigh, and small talk being made, Tobu went about cleaning his Guraka, and his hand.
Bogard Sunny;
HARNESSING THE POWER OF PERIOD BLOOD.
BECAUSE IT'S FUCKING RED.
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Ah. I figured I'd ask because the Xerxes/Rayne/Both thing was giving me an Akito/Agito vibe.
Ah I see, just looked them up. I can see why, Rayne being the dominant personality and Xerxes being the alternate.
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Who says the wood would still be on Anaru's feet by that point? never underestimate the stamina of Marine Gorilla bodybuilders, wow, I never thought i'd say that in my life.
I don't know, sounded like something Anaru would do accidentally. We all say thing we never thought we would, I guess gorrilla bodybuilder was another one. Good luck fighting a tree though, and giant one. @JmerlRobot got me scared.
@LokiLeo789 You ever read/watch Air Gear?
No, why? Heard of it, but has never been on my watch list.
@LokiLeo789 Yeah pretty much.
Wouldn't that injure Anaru. With wood gripping his feet so hard, couldn't he unwittingly spin his knees right out.
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Rayne panted and he clutched his chest through the tattered remains of his suit. His rage slowly left him, leaving him empty and weak. In the end, Marxo still survived, he was still alive, while Melany was still dead. It was frustrating, angering, infuriating. He wanted to push his body, he wanted find Marxo and beat the living shit out of what was left of him. Unfortunately, his body wouldn't let him, Raijin Mode coupled with his injuries left him depleted, and unable to fight. He was still weak.
Failure was a crumpling feeling. It's was a feeling that made him desperate for attention, approval, and affection. It made him feel nauseous. It killed your self esteem, your trust, everything, but Rayne wasn't gonna let Marxo live, maybe not today, maybe not tommorow, but so help him he was going to burn each every inch of that mans body one day. He looked forward to that.
The crunching of snow and the rustling of cloth drew him out of his thoughts, his body in high alert until he recognized Bogard's signature red jacket as squatted down next to him. “I didn't know so much emotion could come from an animal. I guess my gut was wrong about you… We should talk about you joining my crew after we get you off this island.” Bogard admitted as he hoisted his arm across his shoulder.
Rayne chuckled sadly as he was lifted to his feet. He was thankful for Bogard's help, he found it unusual. Why was he so willing to help a wanted criminal, even more, why did Bogard want him to join his crew? “I don't know whether to take that as a compliment or an insult.” Rayne began, his voice returning back to normal as he shoved Xerxes back inside his cage. Xerxes wanted to chase after Marxo, to kill him, but Rayne knew better than to push his luck.
As Bogard supported him, Rayne mulled over his offer. Was he ready for another crew? Could he trust him? In the end, Rayne saw no other way off this island without thier help and trust. If they betrayed him, he would kill them all. Rayne found it surprising though why Bogard would ask him of his opinion. “Considering the enormity of the situation and whats at stake, we should cut out loses and leave.” he rasped simply, blood dripping down his chin. He was struggling to walk, even to think at that point was difficult, but he forced his body to move, to submit to his will.
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