"Oh, I knew who you were the second I saw you. Heard, really. It's rough man, but hey: I'm sure most people won't care in another week or two. Shit like that happens all the time. It's still a high school here, after all." He could only offer a shrug as he saw the other guy getting really worked up. "That's one thing I don't have much experience in. Everything being new, that is. As for feeling like you're fucking it all up...eh, I got a bit of experience there. I don't have much of a temper, but I've screwed things up enough. Sometimes I just don't realize when I'm supposed to shut up."
Nodding as he gathered some more of the waste, Isamu smiled. "It's alright, though, man. I don't know exactly what that chick said, but you don't look like a terrible guy. You lost your temper, and frankly...it doesn't seem like it's been that long. I dunno about everybody else here, but I try to make friends before I make enemies. As long as you're okay with these freaky-ass hands." Letting out another laugh as he flourished his 'claws', Isamu gave the other boy a small nod. "I was watching Die Hard 2 before. Original English, too. If you've got some free time, I can hook it up to the TV in my room and we can just chill. It's a good freakin' movie, and I haven't even gotten up to the scene with the sign!" Referencing a notorious offensive moment in the movie, Isamu hoped his cleaning partner would take him up on his offer.
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Dat visual of all the past Links coming to aid the Hero. Awww. Yissss.
Between Link's sudden outburst of power, Onyx's transformation, and the situation at hand, Gaios and Sophos were stunned to say the least. Still, they were undaunted. Deciding that risking even a single blow was unwise, Gaios scattered his earthen armor and instead took position to fire a barrage of rocks. It seemed that this monster of a man was going to kill them all, and only their outright best could even stand a shadow of a chance of stopping him. That was fine, these two were probably the most highly motivated out of the group now. Perhaps even more so than Demoko.
Their leader's near defeat at the hands of Onyx only brought frustration, and their attacks continued, bolstered by Demoko's speech. The crevices in his armor were small targets, but Gaios could definitely hit them. Sophos would have to do his best. Standing firm as they continued their onslaught, Sophos heard Link's words and frowned. A portal...his portal against the corrupted Kalamadea only lasted a moment, and now he was to transport Nayrin through one? Could it be done? This was a power he used mainly as a terrible, terrible weapon against the most powerful opponents.
Gaios, unaware of Sophos's predicament, simply yelled to his father. "Sophos, don't hold back now! Unless we defeat this monster, it's over for us all!"
Yes. It would be over for them all. For Sophos and for Gaios. For Link and Nayrin. For Kalamadea, for Aadaab, for Caelan, for this young archer who had just joined them, even for Demoko. They would perish here and none would know their story.
For them. "For you. For us." Shutting out the world, Sophos only allowed himself to see Nayrin and Onyx. He would have to hold the portal for at least two seconds. He could do it. With what was at stake....he could do it. Focusing all of his power, Sophos opened both ends of the portal, determined not to fail. He wouldn't be responsible for anybody else's deaths. Not ever again.
Their leader's near defeat at the hands of Onyx only brought frustration, and their attacks continued, bolstered by Demoko's speech. The crevices in his armor were small targets, but Gaios could definitely hit them. Sophos would have to do his best. Standing firm as they continued their onslaught, Sophos heard Link's words and frowned. A portal...his portal against the corrupted Kalamadea only lasted a moment, and now he was to transport Nayrin through one? Could it be done? This was a power he used mainly as a terrible, terrible weapon against the most powerful opponents.
Gaios, unaware of Sophos's predicament, simply yelled to his father. "Sophos, don't hold back now! Unless we defeat this monster, it's over for us all!"
Yes. It would be over for them all. For Sophos and for Gaios. For Link and Nayrin. For Kalamadea, for Aadaab, for Caelan, for this young archer who had just joined them, even for Demoko. They would perish here and none would know their story.
For them. "For you. For us." Shutting out the world, Sophos only allowed himself to see Nayrin and Onyx. He would have to hold the portal for at least two seconds. He could do it. With what was at stake....he could do it. Focusing all of his power, Sophos opened both ends of the portal, determined not to fail. He wouldn't be responsible for anybody else's deaths. Not ever again.
Name: "I'm Takeshi Ryuu. Call me what you will."
Profession: "I work as a mercenary."
Age: "I'm 34"
Appearance: Ryuu
Preferred Weapon: "I call it The Stomach Churner. The barbs along its striking end leave virtually no survivors. I carry my military identification as well as the proper permits in a small pouch on my bandolier."
Hometown: "I'm from Euskadtcha, the city of warriors and wine."
History: "Born in Euskadtcha to a merchant and a fisherman, I wasn't particularly special as a child, or as a young soldier. I fought a few battles, drew some blood, but my service and my childhood were neither exciting nor unique. It wasn't until after I retired that I realized I missed the feeling of battle, but not the strict discipline of military life. Deciding to become a mercenary, I found that it wasn't as simple as I thought: my abilities, my life and a chunk of my morality were for sale. Still are, really.
This was acceptable. I was never asked to outright betray my beliefs for a good few years, until one bastard found my price: my own damn life. The choice was simple: murder a man who had wronged him, or lose my own life. Why this lunatic would threaten a trained soldier, I'll never know. The primary reason for this being the fact that I skewered him before he could finish his sentence, a small dagger in his hand. Immediately alerting the guard, I sat in jail until the matter was looked into, and was released by the end of the third day. Wasn't fun, but hey, I'm still kicking and that guy isn't.
Nothing changed. I continued my work and my life, the knowledge that living was not at the cost of my soul a constant comfort.
Why you've taken up the quest: "I...accidentally set a house alight during a job, killing an innocent family. Most people thought it was just a simple accident, but I decided to Commit Sudoku to atone for my sins. This is as much a matter of honor as it is a matter of clearing my soul. Nobody knows why I'm even doing it-the people who knew me just learned that I left to Commit Sudoku because of 'a personal failing that must be corrected.'"
Personality: "I'm a sellsword, and as such I gotta be willing to get my hands dirty. That being said, I have a conscious, and I got things he won't do. Typically, the job just deals with a lot of protecting people while they ship goods, or if they feel particularly paranoid about a certain individual targeting them. Sometimes I intimidate or harass people to make "protection" payments, and I get a cut. Sometimes I get sent to protect those same people. Those funds aren't just left in a coffer somewhere, no. All in all, I like to think I'm a decent person with the capability to stretch my moral code in order to make a living. Unless I get a feeling that my life or well-being are at stake, I don't go out and attack people. But I may make an exception if I get real angry."
Inventory: "I got a bandolier, goes from my right shoulder to the left side of my hip. Inside it I have my documentations, a first aid kit, a dagger, some money, and a pendant from my days in the military. Nobody touches that under threat of death. It means as much to me as my own life, and my reasons are my own."
Other Info: N/A
Profession: "I work as a mercenary."
Age: "I'm 34"
Appearance: Ryuu
Preferred Weapon: "I call it The Stomach Churner. The barbs along its striking end leave virtually no survivors. I carry my military identification as well as the proper permits in a small pouch on my bandolier."
Hometown: "I'm from Euskadtcha, the city of warriors and wine."
History: "Born in Euskadtcha to a merchant and a fisherman, I wasn't particularly special as a child, or as a young soldier. I fought a few battles, drew some blood, but my service and my childhood were neither exciting nor unique. It wasn't until after I retired that I realized I missed the feeling of battle, but not the strict discipline of military life. Deciding to become a mercenary, I found that it wasn't as simple as I thought: my abilities, my life and a chunk of my morality were for sale. Still are, really.
This was acceptable. I was never asked to outright betray my beliefs for a good few years, until one bastard found my price: my own damn life. The choice was simple: murder a man who had wronged him, or lose my own life. Why this lunatic would threaten a trained soldier, I'll never know. The primary reason for this being the fact that I skewered him before he could finish his sentence, a small dagger in his hand. Immediately alerting the guard, I sat in jail until the matter was looked into, and was released by the end of the third day. Wasn't fun, but hey, I'm still kicking and that guy isn't.
Nothing changed. I continued my work and my life, the knowledge that living was not at the cost of my soul a constant comfort.
Why you've taken up the quest: "I...accidentally set a house alight during a job, killing an innocent family. Most people thought it was just a simple accident, but I decided to Commit Sudoku to atone for my sins. This is as much a matter of honor as it is a matter of clearing my soul. Nobody knows why I'm even doing it-the people who knew me just learned that I left to Commit Sudoku because of 'a personal failing that must be corrected.'"
Personality: "I'm a sellsword, and as such I gotta be willing to get my hands dirty. That being said, I have a conscious, and I got things he won't do. Typically, the job just deals with a lot of protecting people while they ship goods, or if they feel particularly paranoid about a certain individual targeting them. Sometimes I intimidate or harass people to make "protection" payments, and I get a cut. Sometimes I get sent to protect those same people. Those funds aren't just left in a coffer somewhere, no. All in all, I like to think I'm a decent person with the capability to stretch my moral code in order to make a living. Unless I get a feeling that my life or well-being are at stake, I don't go out and attack people. But I may make an exception if I get real angry."
Inventory: "I got a bandolier, goes from my right shoulder to the left side of my hip. Inside it I have my documentations, a first aid kit, a dagger, some money, and a pendant from my days in the military. Nobody touches that under threat of death. It means as much to me as my own life, and my reasons are my own."
Other Info: N/A
Watching the other student, whom he realized only had one arm, Isamu noticed what he assumed to be anger and frustration disappear from his face. He could only see tension being relieved, but given the circumstances, the anger monkeys seemed to have a pretty good hold on him. Anything to be of assistance, Isamu reassured himself as he looked at his new cleaning companion. He was glad the guy had decided to help. He could do it, it just might take a bit longer. Besides, two heads were better than one, right?
"True enough. Alright, sounds like a deal to me." Handing the one-armed student the dustpan and taking the small brush, Isamu moved some of the mess into the dustpan. "I feel bad, though. Guy was cutting onions, cried a bit, I told him he could chew gum to stop it from happening. Normal stuff, right? Would have been, if his tears hadn't wiped the make-up off his freaking face. Guy had a prosthesis. I felt like an ass. I just hope he's doing alright. He messed his hands up a bit grabbing the pot." He offered a screwed-up frown before shaking his head and replacing it with a look that said 'well, what can you do?' "Not the end of the world though, guy'll be alright. Seen it plenty. Folks feel embarrassed or resentful of their conditions, but I haven't met somebody who didn't come around and at least learn to live with it in time. The most messed up part? The ones who have those diseases that kill you are the best about accepting it. They usually knew since they were kids, so they just have as much of a life as they can. One chick I knew had this catch-phrase: 'Every day is a gift. Every hour is golden. Every minute is a diamond.'"
He laughed for a second before gathering more mess and sweeping it into the dustpan. "I like to consider myself an optimist, but...eh, even that's a bit much for me. Everybody has dark times. Those hours are hardly golden. I've been around for a few of those. Honestly..." He looked down at his hands for a moment. "I consider myself lucky. I never had what people would call a normal life. I was home-schooled, I always had only two fingers, but it usually doesn't have any effect on my life. I do origami in my spare time. Origami! Think about that: the lobster kid making cranes out of paper." Another laugh as Isamu collected more trash. "I don't believe in that thousand cranes myth, but...who knows, maybe I'll do it just to give the world the...finger." It was all Isamu could do to contain his laughter, and he closed his eyes as he held it in.
"True enough. Alright, sounds like a deal to me." Handing the one-armed student the dustpan and taking the small brush, Isamu moved some of the mess into the dustpan. "I feel bad, though. Guy was cutting onions, cried a bit, I told him he could chew gum to stop it from happening. Normal stuff, right? Would have been, if his tears hadn't wiped the make-up off his freaking face. Guy had a prosthesis. I felt like an ass. I just hope he's doing alright. He messed his hands up a bit grabbing the pot." He offered a screwed-up frown before shaking his head and replacing it with a look that said 'well, what can you do?' "Not the end of the world though, guy'll be alright. Seen it plenty. Folks feel embarrassed or resentful of their conditions, but I haven't met somebody who didn't come around and at least learn to live with it in time. The most messed up part? The ones who have those diseases that kill you are the best about accepting it. They usually knew since they were kids, so they just have as much of a life as they can. One chick I knew had this catch-phrase: 'Every day is a gift. Every hour is golden. Every minute is a diamond.'"
He laughed for a second before gathering more mess and sweeping it into the dustpan. "I like to consider myself an optimist, but...eh, even that's a bit much for me. Everybody has dark times. Those hours are hardly golden. I've been around for a few of those. Honestly..." He looked down at his hands for a moment. "I consider myself lucky. I never had what people would call a normal life. I was home-schooled, I always had only two fingers, but it usually doesn't have any effect on my life. I do origami in my spare time. Origami! Think about that: the lobster kid making cranes out of paper." Another laugh as Isamu collected more trash. "I don't believe in that thousand cranes myth, but...who knows, maybe I'll do it just to give the world the...finger." It was all Isamu could do to contain his laughter, and he closed his eyes as he held it in.
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Hey, looks like we've got Abbott and Costello onboard.
I told you, i told you, 7 times 13 is 28!
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I SHALL JOIN YOUR QUEST, COMRADE!
Isamu continued cleaning up, sweeping bits of rice and stew into a small dustpan, when he heard the door to the dorms enter and another student come over to the common room. His mind was already swimming because of what had just happened, but the outburst of this other student was met with a dry chuckle. The fact that it was in English meant one thing: this was the notoriously angry transfer student he'd heard....well, really just that one thing about.
"Wall steal your lunch money, or you just think it looks better with a few holes?" Shaking his head, he threw out some more of the garbage and shrugged. "Help me out a bit? I spooked some guy before and he kinda....tossed his meal all over the place. I could really use some help. These damned dustpans aren't meant for lobster use, I keep dropping them." As if to illustrate his point, the now-empty dustpan started to slip from his grasp, and he groaned before fixing his grip. Another shrug and a self-derisive smile were his response.
"Wall steal your lunch money, or you just think it looks better with a few holes?" Shaking his head, he threw out some more of the garbage and shrugged. "Help me out a bit? I spooked some guy before and he kinda....tossed his meal all over the place. I could really use some help. These damned dustpans aren't meant for lobster use, I keep dropping them." As if to illustrate his point, the now-empty dustpan started to slip from his grasp, and he groaned before fixing his grip. Another shrug and a self-derisive smile were his response.
Barst chuckled at Faris's response. He'd thought the same thing, but they were both quick enough to realize that that wasn't the case. On closer inspection, she seemed to be wounded, and he wasn't sure whose blood it was covering her, trickling down her body. It was quite a sight to behold, and Barst paid close attention as Faris gave her report. Three more to take care of before the party was here.
And then the healing came. Barst couldn't help but laugh as he watched Faris's reaction. It was never pleasant. She seemed thoroughly disturbed by the event, looking around the alleyway and taking a very long pause before finishing her sentence. He was wishing he could take back that laughter now. "Sorry. Just...reminded me of Caldegia. Lotta fun with the recruits at the hands of our healers. Not as fun when it happens to you, though. Been there enough times." Shrugging, he offered an empathetic smile and nodded as she continued, once again being interrupted. "Gods really don't want you ta finish a sentence today, huh?"
Moving into a brisk walk as he spoke, Barst headed in the direction of the scream. There was blood to be spilled, it seemed. "Well, finished sentences or not, we've got a fight to win. C'mon, let's ruin someone's day."
And then the healing came. Barst couldn't help but laugh as he watched Faris's reaction. It was never pleasant. She seemed thoroughly disturbed by the event, looking around the alleyway and taking a very long pause before finishing her sentence. He was wishing he could take back that laughter now. "Sorry. Just...reminded me of Caldegia. Lotta fun with the recruits at the hands of our healers. Not as fun when it happens to you, though. Been there enough times." Shrugging, he offered an empathetic smile and nodded as she continued, once again being interrupted. "Gods really don't want you ta finish a sentence today, huh?"
Moving into a brisk walk as he spoke, Barst headed in the direction of the scream. There was blood to be spilled, it seemed. "Well, finished sentences or not, we've got a fight to win. C'mon, let's ruin someone's day."
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