Ryuu Yamauchi
"A demonstration of my abilities?" Ryuu thought out loud, hoping that Darwin would not murder the frail boy (Zivon) on accident. "Hm..."
Well, considering how I need a teacher to improve myself, I don't think I'll be too impressive in terms of flashiness and stuff, Ryuu thought inwardly this time. His brain attempted to process his thinking capabilities, only to vibrate from all the thinking he just did.
With nothing except for his long-shattered pride to lose, the otaku felt determined to see his progression of strength. Here goes.
He took a deep breath. For now, he would save his bullsh-- names for his attacks, most of which were taken from random shows and comics he watched. Ryuu blinked slowly, and as he did so, he took out the handle of his lightsaber toy model.
Red plasma shot out between the tiny cross-guard, and soon, a bright weapon was fully formed . It did not take too long to activate the weapon, but it still took a noticeable amount of time. With the plasma blade in hand, Ryuu walked over to a sword practice dummy, which had been chucked into a corner. He had beaten it up mercilessly the day before. Dragging the heavy thing over to the middle of the training area, he positioned the extremely resistant training dummy upright before clipping it onto the ground.
Ryuu straightened his body. For now, as long as Darwin had the common sense to do something about the extremely frightened Zivon, Ryuu did not feel the need to worry about them. He trusted Darwin, anyway... and there was some other dude who just came in. He sort of looked like a ghost... but then again, ghosts did not exist, right?
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...Like he could spout that out after getting smashed away by two transformers.
With that in mind, Ryuu immediately swung his body around before diagonally slashing at the training dummy. Thanks to the limiter set on his plasma powers, the dummy did not get cut apart. A bright-red sear of light remained on where he cut the thing, though the scar disappeared quite quickly. The otaku proceeded to use more proper attacks, most of them inspired by Kendo's basic and advanced strikes.
Striking the head, then the waist, then the wrist, Ryuu proceeded to swing his blade through the neck of the dummy before twirling around, slashing at the target's torso. His skill in attacking was surprisingly not too bad, but he left his body quite open. His moves also contained unnecessary movements, creating small delays between his consecutive strikes.
After a streak of sword slashes, Ryuu finally used his own body, punching the training target across its flat, sand-papery face before spinning his body around. He performed a straight back kick on the dummy's chest, letting its torso bounce backward without moving out of its position. The otaku then ended the particular attack with a delayed, yet forceful horizontal sword slash.
He continued to attack the training dummy.
Margaret Clementine
By the time Margaret arrived behind the warm, red color, she noticed that there were several other colors. Vague outlines showed one of the colors flailing...? Or waving...? An unrecognizable motion came from the particular color, and Margaret was unable to decipher the movement's purpose due to her inability to properly observe things outside of her poor vision's range.
She hoped her creator built a function for her to see things far away from her. Hope. She had begun to hope recently. Recent. She woke up recently. Woke. Should she be awake?
Margaret nodded to herself. After all, Nikola wanted her to socialize with people. To her, the people were outlines and vibrant colors in a black world. The colors they carried were pretty. The colors they carried made her heart flutter. Heart. Flutter. She had a heart. Margaret just realized that she had a human heart. Human.
...She wondered if she was a human.
Warmth.
Warmth. For now, she needed warmth. Warm. Warm.
The orange-haired girl slowly approached the familiar red color.
When she stood directly behind it, she slowly- and ever so silently- buried her face onto the red color's back as she softly plastered herself it. She quietly clung onto the red color, feeling warmth rushing into her cold body.
Apophis
Apophis got eaten by a whale.
Captain Uni,
Finetales,
Plank Sinatra
