Raijinslayer

Legends of Lavanya

@Driving ParkIs it okay if I pretend my first Caleus post wasn't made so I can interact with peeps on the cruise ship. He's still going to be stowing away, though.

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@Kronshi Yes. . . if he finds out.

Reggie: "If. . . if is good."

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Reggie post is up, and reggie isn't feeling too proud of himself.

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Reggie's Return

While everything was happening, reggie had decided that now was the time to put operation 'Snag some Grub' into action. Seeing Chromite take Eve off to the Temple, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of worry at letting Eve out of his sight, but now wasn't the time to worry about that. Walking off from the area long before Carnelian had shown up, he made his way to a small Grocery store some distance away from the general fuss. Seeing that it only had a few people inside, and their was nobody else inside, he reached into his pocket to pull out a small green crystal with a button on the top. It was a Gem stun grenade, and would knockout everyone inside, and hopefully all the security cameras, with a strong electrical pulse that will overload the nervous system.

He'd found the thing on the ship a few days in, and had inadvertently tested it out on himself one day. Damn thing sent him into la-la land for a good hour before he woke up, scaring the hell out of Eve for sure. Their had yet to be any side effects from it's use, so the only thing he had to worry about was living with the guilt of what he was about to do. Thing was, he needed some food and this was the safest way for everyone involved to go about. He wasn't desperate enough to actually mug somebody for money, and he'd never be able to face Eve if he pulled a stunt like that. He was still unsure if he'd be able to do it after this, to be honest.

Either way, he pressed the button, tossed it in, then quickly took cover behind a nearby car. All he heard was someone cry out in shock before a loud crack could be heard. he waited a few seconds before walking in, breathing a sigh as he saw everyone passed out on the ground. Wasting little time, he grabbed as much as he could, mostly healthy foods that he could make last him a few more months up in the ship along with the nutrient supplements he'd been subsisting off for the previous month. As he did so, putting it all into a bag, he checked everyone's pulse, making sure that they were ll genuinely okay before making his way out of the store, grabbing the stun grenade as he left. Luckily for him, it seemed to be reusable.

As he left the area, however, he felt the ground shake underneath him in a scary rumble.

An Earhtquake? But this is the East coast, we don't get earthquakes?

Whatever it was, the rumbling stopped as soon as it began, and as curious as it was, he ignored it for now, heading into the woods to store his stolen goods in a nearby tree that resided not that far away from the forest warp pad. As he did so, he noticed Blood warp off as well, probably going off to investigate whatever made that sound. Shrugging again, he made sure that everything was properly hidden before making his way towards the temple, feeling confused as he saw a streak of ice lead all the way there.

What the hell?

Strange as it was, he didn't stop moving until he finally made it to the temple, breathing ragged as he had run all the way their and he was not the fittest of individuals, mostly due to a poor diet than anything else. He didn't say anything as he walked in, just gave a groan as he collapsed onto the floor, feeling exhausted as the weight of both his body and guilt weighed down heavily on him.

This is going to bite me in the ass someday, I just know it.

@Loony

@Pyroman

@21308

Black Moon, White Night: A Visual Novel-inspired Urban Fantasy RP

@VitaVitaAR"Did somebody ring for a villainous villain? No? Well, I'm not hanging on to this psycho any longer than I have to, so here. He's your problem now." *Drops off the CS and runs like hell*

Demon Armor

Fang of Cerbus

Name:
Drasinian, but also likes to go by what the people of London called him in 1888 . . . Jack the Ripper
Age:
Looks to be 25, is actually closer to 403
Gender:
Male
Personality:
Drasinian is a cruel, calculating psychopath with a mile wide sadistic streak and centuries of experience in the art of the kill. Born to be the perfect warrior, he's got guts and bravery by the gallons, willing and able to take on any foe, but is smart enough to know when it's time to retreat so he live to fight another day. He also has a very hunter like mentality, tending to pick his targets out weeks, sometimes even months in advance before making the strike, familiarizing himself with the way they move, their routine, everything about them. When he does move in for the kill, don't bother asking for mercy, for he has none to give. If anything, you should beg for a quick death, as he has a habit of taking his time cutting his victims apart, piece by piece, enjoying every second of their misery like it's the finest of wines.

He has no care for others, nor any need or want to interact with people, though he does so as part of his act to keep people from suspecting his true nature. He has little interest in understanding why people have a strange array of emotions, but he does like to pretend he has such things, and has grown quite good in his acting over the years, so as to amuse himself by toying with his prey. One of his favored methods of killing prey is to feign falling in love with them, and waiting until they're at their most vulnerable before ending them in the most painful and sickening of ways.

Abilities:
Jack's physical capabilities are much superior to that of any human, with his most enhanced characteristics being speed, reaction time, reflexes, and spatial awareness, making it hard to get the drop on him in most cases and hard to hit in others. Along with this is a capacity to use magic, though it's limited as a trade off for his other abilities, with his natural affinity being with Creation magic. To supplement this, he's skilled in the use of alchemy, using the materials of one thing and transmuting them to create another. He mostly uses this to create weapons on the fly and for tripping up his enemies by changing the terrain around him to foil their maneuverability and keep them on their toes.

Another thing that makes him very dangerous, however, is that Jack has something to better separate him from most Homnuculi. He's in possession of a magical trait, said to be similar to that of the person whose soul was used to create him. This was possible due to a mistake in the ritual that caused the energy from the soul to react bizarrely with the body it was being placed in. Whether this same defect also caused his unusual behavior and psychotic tendencies is a mystery to most. Either way, his magical trait is known to him a Dimension rift, and it allows him to create pocket dimension anywhere that follow him around at all times in a space just beyond our dimension. This allows him to store and call upon a number of items at will, as the size of the pockets is near endless, and his ability to summon from objects from them is near infinite as well.

While Jack can also enter these dimensions, it takes both time and more energy to allow a living being with a consciousness into the pocket dimensions, meaning that it something for when he wants to hide from others for a while or when he has no place to stay. While inside of a pocket dimension, he can move around the world inside of it and is able to view our current dimension, but it cost a decent amount of energy to do so, making it so that he generally stays in the same spot, If someone uses tracking magic on him while he's inside the other dimension, it will fail, but if they stick one on him before, they'll be able to find his current location easily enough, but will be unable to do anything about it unless he exits the pocket dimension.

Skills:
He was born with a knowledge of all the weapons around during his time, and is able how to use new ones with remarkable ease, no matter how complex it might be. His hand to hand is very strong, made even more so by his centuries of experience. He's an excellent tracker and hunter, gaining great patience and skill as he hunted one of the most difficult forms of prey: humans.
Equipment:
Along with a literal armory of weapons from his time on earth, kept in perfect condition by the environment of his pock dimensions, he also carries two special items on him for when it time to fight. One is a suit of armor that he has in a dimension around his person, enabling him to essential phase the suit onto him in an instant. This armor is infused with the soul of a strong demon and grants it's user increased durability and strength, though not by that much. It's most useful ability, however, is allowing him to analyze a mage and find out their affinity, known types of magic, and any possible magical trait they may have. This works very well with his secondary weapon, the Fang of Cerburus.

Whether or not it is actually made from the fang of the mythical hound doesn't matter, for it's ability is very powerful. The Fang can take on the affinity of another magus, albeit weakened and only if it could due applicable to a sword in the first place, upon drawing their blood. However, it doesn't just end there. If the Fang manages to kill a magus, the user can decide to absorb their soul into the blade, giving them the ability to not only take their affinity permanently, but allow him to cast spells of that affinity as if they were his own as long as he is holding the blade. There is a limit to how many souls the blade can hold, with the maximum being that of 3, and currently he has two. One being Lightening and the other, Life, which allows him to breathe life into objects, the amount of mana put in deciding the power and size of the construct created.
Brief Backstory;
Drasinian was created to be the perfect warrior, not to defend anything or make war, but just because the Magus who created him wanted to be credit with making a living weapon of unparalleled might, mightier than any thing alive. Drasinian started life like most homunculus, knowing their purpose in life and ready to serve it out. He did battle with many foes, beating them all with a mixture of skill and ferocity that few could match and none had beaten, But in these battles, he couldn't help but feel something was . . . missing. No matter how much he fought, no matter who he fought, he couldn't gain any joy from the reason of his existence. It was only when he first killed, the victim being a man who had decided to attack his master, that he felt something zip through him.

In that moment, something was set in motion that not even fate could stop.

In that moment, a monster had been born. Slowly at first, but with increasing frequency, he began to kill many people under the cover of night, able tog et away with it with ease as he and his monster were constantly on the move, the man being held by an intense feeling of wanderlust. However, the man was not dumb, and soon realized where the trail of spilled blood led. He confronted his creation, clad in his special armor with the blade that had been passed down through his family for generations. But alas, he fell in battle, no match for Drasinian even with the advantage of the armor and blade. And his death was not slow, the homunculus made sure of that. When his body was found some days later, it was hardly recognizable as human, so savagely had it been torn to shreds. Drasinain, sense then, has made his way across the world, killing many, many, many people, but never in a way that would draw undue suspicion. With his age came wisdom, and he became better and better at hiding his presence from the world.

The most public his killings ever got, however, is during his time in WhiteChapel where h employed with the action of sex for a short time, trying to see if it was for them and shelling out the coin for prostates so that he could try it easy enough with out unneed complications. It bored him rather quickly, so he began to take his boredom out on the local population of whores. Before he knew it, however, he was famous, as he'd gotten sloppy with his killings. And yet, he found himself greatly entertained by the events and the name that he was given by the populace as he continued his spree. He quit after at time, not wanting to get caught for such a blunder, but his five minutes of fame, and life long infamy made it so that it was his favorite string of murders ever and he still tends to go by ack more often than the name he was given at creation. It fits him better anyway, as far as he's concerned.

Naruto: Path to Enlightment. Looking for fresh meat!

Finally.

Fucking.

Posted.

Sorry for the wait, people, had trouble getting time to actually sit down and write for that.

Naruto: Path to Enlightment. Looking for fresh meat!

Akio Tendou

Akio nodded, glad to see her team get to work right away. She couldn't help but chuckle at Rei as she talked to herself. She chose not to comment on it, walking away from the entrance with only a gesture for Seta to follow after her. She trusted Rei and Nobunga to handle themselves just fine with any final pieces of advice from her, and besides, diplomacy just wasn't her thing. While not a hot-headed individual, Akio was definitely not as good at maneuvering around people with words as she was in combat. Best to leave such things to those who had more talent in it.

After a few minutes of silent walking around the small moat that surrounded the bathhouse, Akio made it to the spot she had staked out in the short amount of time she had before the mission started to make a plan of action for the infiltration. From where they were positioned, a window could be seen across the way, one that she done a recon of to see where it led. It was a storage closet of some sort, and luckily for the two of them, had a vent in the ceiling that they could take into the ventilation system. F She knew where to look as far as the offices and residential area was in the building as she had asked for a blueprint of the place the moment they'd given her the mission, not wanting to go in blind. With that help, it'd be an easy trip towards the office. She had spent as much time as possible committing it to memory, and had a rough mental map of the ventilation system that should lead them there quickly enough.

Turning to her partner, she explained the plan.

"Okay Seta, we're going to cross the moat, head into that window over there that leads to an empty storage closet and climb into the air ducts via the air vent. From there, I'll lead us to the offices and we'll see if anyone's in there or not. Hopefully, with the diplomatic team engaging the Hojo's, it'll be empty and relatively easy for us to get in. Oh, and before I forget, take off your Konoha headband and put it away somewhere. I doubt they'll attack us, but it'll look bad if we get caught so deliberately spying on the clan. With that in mind, I've also provided these." Reaching into one of the pockets on her chunnin flack-jacket, Akio pulled out a small sealing scroll, which when rolled open, brought forth two plain white masks with two holes to allow for sight. She'd tossed one to the salamander boy while securing her own, then performing the transformation technique to change the color of her hair. "Just in case."

She said, the mask causing a slight distortion of her voice. Once Seta had put on his mask and done what she asked, she'd begin the operation, taking off across the water at a modest speed and making a seamless transition to the wall, barely slowing down as she did so. She'd soon be at the window, holding out a hand to signal for Seta to wait a moment as she stared inside. A man was walking in with a cart and was collecting a few towels and cleaning supplies before walking out. After waiting a few more minutes to make sure he didn't comeback, she moved in, opening the window easily enough from her end and sliding in with ease. Once Seta had made it in, he'd see that Akio was currently on the ceiling attached with chakra as she took a shuriken and using it to take the screws out of the vent.

"Get ready to catch, and if you drop it, so help me god." Akio warned as she was half-way through, giving the boy plenty of time to prepare for the moment where the last screw was gone and the vent came down toward where he presumedly be, hopefully catching it.

@Mugin

Tatsuya Kajiya-Terumi

Tatsuya attention was turned from Giichi as Katsu-sensei began to speak, keeping things short and to the point before heading off into the forest. Tatsuya was quick to follow behind him, trying to think of anything to suggest, or if he should even say anything to begin with. He was the lowest ranking member here, what right id he have to suggest anything to those who were much more experience than him in these matters. Still. . .

"Um, if it isn't assuming too much, I'd like to give a possible plan of action for the mission. I think that we should, obviously, start with investigating the other previous crime scenes, so as to see if we can find anything that another person might have missed for whatever reason. We should also talk to the owners themselves, to se if we can find anything that was similar about each theft besides how easily he snuck in and out of each area." Tatsuya's voice was somewhat unsure in the beginning, but slowly gained confidence and steadiness as he went on. "Maybe we could even split into two groups, an investigative one, which could be made up of one to two people, and the rest would keep on the look out incase the thief strikes again while we are investigating."

"The main issue, however, would be deciding what team to put you on, Katsu-sensei, as while it'd seem like a no-brainer to put a Hyuuga on watch, you're ability to make out precise detail would be very useful in finding hidden details that other's could miss. I guess that design would be up to what you decide, if you decide to go with my plan that is." Tatsuya bowed his head bait, not wanting to look to uppity at this moment. He hoped it didn't seem like he was trying to tell the jounin what to do on his own mission.

@Savato

@Renny

@Partisan

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@LoonyNot if Reggie has anything to say about. If all goes to plan, she'll never know.

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@LoonyConsidering Reggie's current activities, he's kinda glad Eve's not around. Hint: How much money does Reggie have for food?

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@LoonyO forgot to say this earlier(way, way, way earlier) I'm going to say it now. I'm glad you're okay and don't rush yourself on posting. Recovery is more important. Also, my next few post will be Reggie focused, so we'll see what he's been doing.