Pirouette

The Savage West: Horrors of the Frontier

@LordofthePies

I’m posting to set a storyline up. All are welcomed to join.

Naruto: Revival

Kyoka Haizenberuku

Some information was better than none and if there would have to be an exchange then so be it. Kyoka had no prized secrets, but the Blacksmith and his association did. Speaking of which, the association between the Blacksmith and the Yomigaeri was still at large. Colleagues was too vague for it to mean anything.

"I reckon I'd be remiss if I ain't gonna ask how yer gotta invovled in all dis, Yo-mi-gae-ri business." Kyoka's thoughts were briefly interrupted by cousin's inquiry. "Ain't de time cuz. I'll tell yer when. Yer just stay right here." Kyoka was relatively short with her cousin for the time being. There were more important studies at present and this opportunity was fleeting. "As I was sayin', yer don't seem to abide by da same philosophy as dat der Shark, lettin' our kin go n' all. Appears to me, yer all got some end goal in mind. Something to bond over."

Kyoka was interrupted again by her cousin's ruffling. "Sweet, sweet, cuz...." Kyoka's attention turned from her present conversation to glance up to her cousin, grinning surprisingly. She was flattered by her cousin's honesty but also annoyed by her constant interruptions. Still, Kyoka could never say no to her cousin. "Yer just writin' a ticket dat Imma punch later. Sweetly so, though. I wanna hamma' ya after dis." Kyoka's tone was rather endearing as she reached up and gently grabbed Rumia by her hand. Turning to face her cousin, Kyoka suddenly and violently pulled Rumia's hand down in a suggestive place right between her legs, forcing Rumia's hand to rub the outside of her clothing a few times before releasing. Kyoka played the action off and instead contrasted herself by sweetly looking up and leaning her head on Rumia's shoulder, teasing her tongue out just enough so it didn't touch Rumia's cheek this time. Of course anyone could understand what Kyoka was meaning here, but only Rumia might understand that the magnitude of what she had gotten herself into. Frustrations could be released in many different ways and Kyoka preferred just one way...

"So as I was sayin'..." Kyoka turned from her cousin and returned to her conversation, her cheeks still bright red from her vivid imagination. " So what are yer hopin' for when dis is all said n' done. Yer own village? Riches? I reckon everyone has der wants and der sweets."

The Savage West: Horrors of the Frontier

The Undertaker

Name/Alias: John Bernard Hardin
Species: Human
Faction: Wichita's Undertaker
Biography: A man who has defied the odds and lived a full life on the frontier. In his youth, John was born into a homesteader family, one of the first in Kansas. There isn't much John remembers, save for the number of times the natives harassed them, and in truth, doesn't like their kind. When John became of age, he joined up with the military and fought in the Southeast during the Mexican-American War. He fought tooth and nail to survive. Often noted for his careful and calculating disposition, he caught some attention by the brass and throughout his long military career, he crawled up the ranks to Sargent Major, highest non-commissioned officer ranking.

Following the victory, he got his revenge and then some on that natives as he was reassigned to regiments that protected the frontier. One man could only handle so many preemptive raids on those savages before the amount of women and children deaths got to him. Resigning at a fairly old age, he got out just before the Civil War. He tried his best to establish a quiet life, just like his father before him. He married, had a daughter, and carved out a sort of ironic life as an undertaker. In John's eyes, he was trying to do good by the dead for the all the wrong he did, even though it was never going to be enough. He knew this but did what he could to respect the dead and coincidentally, protect the living.

John's wife and daughter perished from illness early in the Weeping Winter. On the day he buried his family, he decided that he had seen and experienced enough and, barring an act of God, he'd end his life that night. Strange how the good Lord works but He gave to John a sign that he had not expected. On the last burial of the day, a child with no apparent family or friends as not one soul showed to mourn, the child awoke with blazing green eyes. A sign of a Ghoul and even though John was urged to act, he didn't. Perhaps out of giving up or maybe the good Lord telling him so, the child was not some mindless husk like the rest. The child wept, confused with her death and reawakening. John spent that night helping that child and has been helping ever since. For whatever reason, this burden was placed on John and he'd do what he could to see this until the end.

Personality: Gentle, Cautious, Reserved
Melee Weapons: Shovel
Projectile Weapons: 1860 Colt Revolver, Springfield Musket-Rifle, Twin-barrelled Shotgun, TNT
Skills/Abilities: Good Marksmen. Resourceful. Battle-tested.

The Ghoul

Name/Alias: Daisy Juniper Addams
Species: Ghoul
Species Lore: An undead monster that depends upon the consumption of human flesh to sustain itself. They have frightening physical traits of increased speed and strength. Their heart doesn't beat, blood doesn't flow, but they can sustain damage like normal. They also have incredible regenerative abilities but cannot regenerate on an empty stomach and must consume human flesh to recuperate. The experienced hunter, Undertakers usually, use fire and explosives to cripple the creatures, after that it is just a matter of burying them again.

Often times, these undead beasts act wild and primitive cannibals with only the the desire to consume living flesh. The wild forms are products of evil and vile spirits possessing the bodies of the dead that were not properly respected. This is often reflected in their savage, creature-like appearances. The best way to avoid a ghoul is to bury the dead and keep them buried. However, with the rarest of circumstances, a fierce spirit of the deceased can refuse to leave their body after their untimely demise. Usually driven by revenge, these undead are more sophisticated than their primal cousins and retain most of their former selves.
Faction: Service to Undertaker Hardin

Biography: There isn't much that Daisy remembers from her past life. She had a very silver-spooned upbringing, living in a grand estate with servants and the like. She didn't live in Wichita as the town is noted as being unfamiliar to her. She can't remember why she ended up here but remembers that she couldn't stay home. It might have been her father that took her away but the man who took her away is a blur in her memory. Whoever that man is, Daisy hates that man even if it is her father. He killed her, or at least caused indirectly to her death. She is sure of that.

The Undertaker has been a nice enough man to help her find that man, because she doesn't care about much other than finding that man. The Undertaker must be protected, he's trustworthy.. No. He's vulnerable, himself, much like how Daisy feels. That's why Daisy trusts him. Maybe when they both find this man, they can find rest together.

Personality: Reserved, Loyal, Uncaring
Skills/Abilities: Increased Speed, Strength, Regenerative capabilities. Must feed on flesh to regenerate. Doesn't need sustenance from anything else. Feels little pain and only some emotion occasionally.

The Savage West: Horrors of the Frontier

@Pirouette Accepted, do you mind if I add the Ghoul information to the species information?

@Grec

That's fine.

The Savage West: Horrors of the Frontier

Hi! I wrote a two-fer, pulling from a sort of True Grit inspiration. Hope this is ok!

The Undertaker

Name/Alias: John Bernard Hardin
Species: Human
Faction: Wichita's Undertaker
Biography: A man who has defied the odds and lived a full life on the frontier. In his youth, John was born into a homesteader family, one of the first in Kansas. There isn't much John remembers, save for the number of times the natives harassed them, and in truth, doesn't like their kind. When John became of age, he joined up with the military and fought in the Southeast during the Mexican-American War. He fought tooth and nail to survive. Often noted for his careful and calculating disposition, he caught some attention by the brass and throughout his long military career, he crawled up the ranks to Sargent Major, highest non-commissioned officer ranking.

Following the victory, he got his revenge and then some on that natives as he was reassigned to regiments that protected the frontier. One man could only handle so many preemptive raids on those savages before the amount of women and children deaths got to him. Resigning at a fairly old age, he got out just before the Civil War. He tried his best to establish a quiet life, just like his father before him. He married, had a daughter, and carved out a sort of ironic life as an undertaker. In John's eyes, he was trying to do good by the dead for the all the wrong he did, even though it was never going to be enough. He knew this but did what he could to respect the dead and coincidentally, protect the living.

John's wife and daughter perished from illness early in the Weeping Winter. On the day he buried his family, he decided that he had seen and experienced enough and, barring an act of God, he'd end his life that night. Strange how the good Lord works but He gave to John a sign that he had not expected. On the last burial of the day, a child with no apparent family or friends as not one soul showed to mourn, the child awoke with blazing green eyes. A sign of a Ghoul and even though John was urged to act, he didn't. Perhaps out of giving up or maybe the good Lord telling him so, the child was not some mindless husk like the rest. The child wept, confused with her death and reawakening. John spent that night helping that child and has been helping ever since. For whatever reason, this burden was placed on John and he'd do what he could to see this until the end.

Personality: Gentle, Cautious, Reserved
Melee Weapons: Shovel
Projectile Weapons: 1860 Colt Revolver, Springfield Musket-Rifle, Twin-barrelled Shotgun, TNT
Skills/Abilities: Good Marksmen. Resourceful. Battle-tested.

The Ghoul

Name/Alias: Daisy Juniper Addams
Species: Ghoul
Species Lore: An undead monster that depends upon the consumption of human flesh to sustain itself. They have frightening physical traits of increased speed and strength. Their heart doesn't beat, blood doesn't flow, but they can sustain damage like normal. They also have incredible regenerative abilities but cannot regenerate on an empty stomach and must consume human flesh to recuperate. The experienced hunter, Undertakers usually, use fire and explosives to cripple the creatures, after that it is just a matter of burying them again.

Often times, these undead beasts act wild and primitive cannibals with only the the desire to consume living flesh. The wild forms are products of evil and vile spirits possessing the bodies of the dead that were not properly respected. This is often reflected in their savage, creature-like appearances. The best way to avoid a ghoul is to bury the dead and keep them buried. However, with the rarest of circumstances, a fierce spirit of the deceased can refuse to leave their body after their untimely demise. Usually driven by revenge, these undead are more sophisticated than their primal cousins and retain most of their former selves.
Faction: Service to Undertaker Hardin

Biography: There isn't much that Daisy remembers from her past life. She had a very silver-spooned upbringing, living in a grand estate with servants and the like. She didn't live in Wichita as the town is noted as being unfamiliar to her. She can't remember why she ended up here but remembers that she couldn't stay home. It might have been her father that took her away but the man who took her away is a blur in her memory. Whoever that man is, Daisy hates that man even if it is her father. He killed her, or at least caused indirectly to her death. She is sure of that.

The Undertaker has been a nice enough man to help her find that man, because she doesn't care about much other than finding that man. The Undertaker must be protected, he's trustworthy.. No. He's vulnerable, himself, much like how Daisy feels. That's why Daisy trusts him. Maybe when they both find this man, they can find rest together.

Personality: Reserved, Loyal, Uncaring
Skills/Abilities: Increased Speed, Strength, Regenerative capabilities. Must feed on flesh to regenerate. Doesn't need sustenance from anything else. Feels little pain and only some emotion occasionally.

Naruto: Revival

Kyoka Haizenberuku

Rumia would only get a quick, tongue out, teasing gesture from Kyoka before the attention shifted to this 'Profaned Blacksmith'. By all means a curosity and given another circumstance, there could have been so much cooperative learning between a blacksmith and a chemist. Oh well, the world, like reactions, just wasted energy. Speaking of, Rumia's dismal of this character mirrored what Kyoka was feeling about this conversation so far. Reputations were commonfolk superstitions most of the time. There was no empirical data on this Blacksmith and as a result, Kyoka dismissed anything without veritable proof. Rumia said it best...

"Cuz is right! Der ain't nuttin' on ya, old timer! N' I dun not like dis stall-ING that yer doin'. N' If yer got yer clones about, yer gonna have ta stop dat if yer just gonna ask about us. We ain't nobody but two dern hicks from Iwa." Kyoka had doubted that Rumia had consciously brought up the clones to alert Kyoka to them, but it was nice for that information to be revealed nonetheless.

"Honestly. Tell me about yerselves. Wat a borin' way to start. Yer n' yer kind just comin' in here, terrorizin'! N' you make small talk? Lemme start den. Why yers wanna kill Iwa's Kage? Any Kage fer dat matter." Kyoka tried to mimic the Blacksmith's rough voice but failing. She's still sounded fairly neutral like her giddy self, but her tone was implying quite a bit of annoyance. Despite sounding almost distressed, she wasn't honestly troubled by the carnage around her and was more concerned about wasting her time if the geezer wanted to hear Kyoka's life story. But fine, Kyoka realized she wasn't exactly being diplomatic so an adjustment was made."Look. Yer gonna have to tell me sumdin and pull away a few of dem clones if yer gonna just stall me n' cuz here. Den mebbe I tell ya 'bout me."

Naruto: Revival

Kyoka Haizenberuku

More scurrying by little underlings of the Shark had eventually led to a new figure to reveal himself. Masked, and wielding some type of floating weapons, Kyoka would incorrectly assume this was the one who tried to use those exploding knives from earlier. His muffled call would elect little response from Kyoka initially, as she flicked her upper lip with her thumb, making light of the threat of those pointed weapons. Metal was easy to manipulate if you knew how and while Kyoka knew how, that's not why she wasn't worried. That was hinted by the sudden beam that blasted a weapon aside.

Rumia, the sweetheart, never would leave Kyoka's side if she were in any sort of confrontation, her royal protector. "Cuz, hun, dis here man just wanna talk!" Kyoka would take her thumb from her mouth and rub along her cousin's cheek, burning the regenerative flesh for a second. It was a display of affection, an attempt to lighten the tension, but also a subtle cue of her annoyance to her cousin's intrusion. This was the first time someone from this terrorist group was willing to talk, providing a perfect opportunity for study. Motivations, organization structure, ring leader, and so on could potentially be gained from this conversation. "Talk n' all, right Sebun? After all threes company but four is too much..." Kyoka returned the man's comment back on him, making the case for Rumia's presence. "I reckon he might be pullin' a slip or trick, so keep yer eyes peeled. Secretly." Kyoka advised her cousin in a covered whisper.

"Da name's Kyoka, fella! Now what did ya have to say?"

Fiasco! Candy Apples and Razorblades

Yes.

The Wild Encephalon [Sci-Fi Western Epic]

@Sudkurve

Hi organic. Please reveal your deepest, darkest secret to this K8 unit.

The Wild Encephalon [Sci-Fi Western Epic]

K8C93 Kate

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There was a certain expectation that K8 was holding to. She arrived far earlier than the other passengers in order to get first choice of where to sit on board the Sky Mariner. This wasn't out of some attachment to an isle or window seat, as she cared not for where she sat, but others did according to previous observation on other flight craft. It appears organics usually had a preference to not sit in the middle and without knowing the layout of the Sky Mariner, K8 was prepared to seize a middle seat in an attempt to attract an organic to sit next to her. Conversation was her secret motivator to get an organic to sit next to her, since others have noted that she is still clumsy in dialogue.

Despite K8's initial expectations, the layout of the Sky Mariner was a fairly spread out system which came as a disappointment. Being let down was sort of an odd thing to feel but there was an inkling of that feeling as K8 just chose seat before speeding through some minor tests into the drone network on board. Technically without permission, she went ahead and took control of a few drones, having them fly in formation for awhile before relinquishing her hold, allowing the drones to resume work unhindered.

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After takeoff, K8 had briefly inspected each organic that came on board. She wasn't a walking database so it wasn't like she was pulling up public records on them or anything. Instead, she tried her best to predict things about them and according to sources, they say organics did this too which was a nice sentiment if true.

The Südkharri had held true to one of K8's initial predictions in that the organic had an exerting disposition when he ignored the drone while ripping apart a center arm rest. However, this was deemed appropriate and therefore acceptable by K8's metrics. The organic did need the room and an arm rest, even if there were components inside, would not cause unrepairable damage to the Sky Mariner.

Seeing an opportunity, K8 leaned out from her seat and called the organic. Now it is important to note that K8's voice and movements weren't robotic. She sounded like a Hume female, albeit a bit monotone, and her movements were smooth and natural. Her face and hair even made for a very convincing mask but her identity was betrayed by the chips and faint scratches in her plating. "Südkharri. If that drone is presenting an issue for your enjoyment, I will take care of it for you. In exchange, you must reveal something private about yourself. Deal?"

K8 did not wait for an answer and instead took direct control of the drone and flew it into the restroom where she had it lock itself in the bathroom. "There. I have locked away the drone. You must now reveal something private to me." Organics shared secrets all the time and what better way to be like one of them to have secrets shared.