The 42nd Gecko

Granblue Fantasy: Rhapsody in Red

@Ammokkx Mmm, I think if we really wanted to make it flow, we'd have to mesh our posts together into a collab. If you want to do that, then cool, hit me up. Otherwise, the awkwardness is probably just part of me having so many different things I wanted to react to from your post. You're leaving so many hooks I couldn't choose just one. :P

Granblue Fantasy: Rhapsody in Red

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Granblue Fantasy: Rhapsody in Red

As Amanita introduced Mushi, she positively glowed, a smile creeping up and overtook her lips. While she didn't say anything, her body language was fairly easy to read, and it was saying 'no no, praise me more!'

"It's a pleasure to meet you all." Mushi nodded as the introduction was finished. But, as she glanced back up, she got a better look at Marshal and hesitated on her follow up.

~Oof, that guy looks like he picked a fight with depression and lost.~ Mushi thought to herself as Marshal passed wordlessly onto the bath. Didn't look like much of one for conversation, and Mushi thought he looked like he would just spread an aura of sadness around himself, like a constant cloud of dreariness. So, she let him pass without any trouble. Cyll on the other hand, she looked keenly at, staring into his eyes.

"Are you wearing eyeliner or is that a natural marking?" Mushi asked to break the silence between herself and Cyll. She definitely didn't seem to have any concerns over whether her question was too pointed or personal.

@The Irish Tree@Ammokkx@Enkryption

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Hah, no problem, it just looked like everyone was going "No no, you go first." :P

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Oooh, ooh, I'll go first then!

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@The Irish Tree Works for me! She's a decent fighter, not an invulnerable goddess.

S: TCD [cancelled]

@Xiro Zean I should have @'d you in my post, but I didn't. My bad.

S: TCD [cancelled]

"Fufufu~ All alone, rude little monkey, there's no one to save you now, and after we're done, we'll destroy Konohagakure!" The Evil ninja, with hundreds of lackeys, spread throughout the trees, perched menacingly, laughed down at Asami, standing alone on the forest floor.

"Never! Heroic Ninja Asami will stop you! Five Dragon Armor, Ignite!" Heroic Ninja Asami took a pose, as the flames ignited on her fiery red super samurai armor.

"Then you shall die. BAD NINJAS, ATTACK!" The Evil ninja sent forth his bad ninjas, dozens of whom jumped at Heroic Ninja Asami.

"Five Dragons Armor, Erupt!" Heroic Ninja Asami's armor suddenly had the flames blast up super fast, spinning her in circles and sending a tornado of flames everywhere.

"Oh no, we jumped too close to the legendary Five Dragons Armor, and now we die, AUUUUGGGH." All the bad ninjas who had jumped at her shouted as they burned away to ash.

"Heh, you've fallen for my trap! I've seen through your armors weakness, and it can't be used several times in quick succession. That's why I only sent a few dozen of my hundreds of bad ninjas at you! Wave two, attack!" The Evil ninja sneered from his treetop place, as the second wave of ninjas streamed forward.

"We're not like the chaff that came before, we're not gonna die that easily!" Said the bad ninjas as they fell through the air at Heroic Ninja Asami. "Metal Rain of Explosive Death!" Said the bad ninjas as they all threw throwing knives with explosive tags at Heroic Ninja Asami.

"Form of the Invincible Mountain!" Heroic Ninja Asami counted by transforming into a really big rock shaped like a mountain, and all the explosive tags hit it and blew up and Heroic Ninja Asami was covered in smoke.

"Do you think we got her?" One of the bad ninjas asked the other bad ninja as they finally landed around the smoke cloud.

"I don't know, she did use a defensive jutsu. We'd best walk into the smoke slowly and from all directions with our weapons ready to make sure. We don't want to get taken out like those other guys before." Responded the bad ninja to the bad ninja that asked the question.

"Good thinking. Everybody, spread out and approach the smoke from all directions! With your weapons ready. We won't go down without a fight, like those other bad ninjas before." Said the bad ninja who asked the question. All the bad ninjas drew their weapons, knives and chains and swords, and slowly walked into the smoke.

"Art of Silent Killing! Smoke Hell Murder!" Heroic Ninja Asami yelled as she silently crept up behind the bad ninjas in the smoke, after having transformed back into a ninja instead of a mountain. She had trained herself to be able to sniff out the bad guys, even in the most acrid of smoke with her heroic nose. One bad guy she smacked with her staff, then two with a sweep, then three with a twirl.

"Oh no, we should have known that smoke was the territory of the Heroic Ninja Asami, known for her firepower and skill, and now we die, AUUUUGGGH." The last bad ninja yelled just before he was taken down just before the smoke cleared.

"Hmmph, that was just the second wave, now you face all the hundreds of my bad ninjas now that I know you don't have any tricks left!" The Evil ninja was starting to look a little angry.

"Clumping up was a mistake." Heroic Ninja Asami smugly asserted.

"Oh, and why is that." The Evil ninja looked down on Heroic Ninja Asami.

"I have a Weapon Scroll!" Heroic Ninja Asami unveiled her weapon scroll from her pack.

"What single weapon could possible defeat my army?" The Evil ninja dismissed Heroic Ninja Asami.

"Not a single weapon... The HUNDRED HWACHA ANNIHILATION ARSENAL!" Heroic Ninja Asami dramatically swooshed around her scroll as she spread her blood on it, and in a massive flare of chakra summoned a hundred hwacha.

"OH NO!" Shouted the bad ninja army.

"FIRE!" Yelled Heroic Ninja Asami as she fired all the Hwacha at the bad guy army, who ran around panicking as they were killed by ten thousand rockets.

"Grr! That was still only half my army!" Angrily growled the Evil Ninja.

"It's not over yet, did you think I wouldn't use explosive tags too? Each of the hundred rockets in my hundred hwacha have a hundred explosive tags in them! It's my Million Missile Massacre!" Heroic Ninja Asami made an handsign, and the rockets all exploded the whole forest as the bad ninjas yelled "Oh no, AAAUUUUGH!" and died.

"It's not over yet, Heroic Ninja Asami! I, Evil Ninja, will chase you to the ends of the world, and catch you and punish you for this!" The Evil Ninja yelled.

"You can try to catch a ninja on fire, Evil Ninja, but all you'll catch is on fire!" Heroic Ninja Asami posed for her catchphrase dramatically, before running away dramatically.

~~

It was then that Heroic Ninja Asami did accidentally trip over a stick and fall down, breathless, onto the soft bushy grass of her backyard, tumbling over and landing on her back. Asami stared up at the soft sky, slowly calming her breathing. That was fun.

"Oi, done beating up all the bad guys, Heroic Ninja Asami? You can't leave me here all defenseless and alone if there are any left." Her mother's voice lilted from the house.

"Yup. All done!" Asami continued catching her breath, lying on her back as Momoko cautiously approached the now much less frenetically active Asami. They laid there for a few moments, Asami's eyes closed, but she could still sense Momoko's breath so close to her head. And then Momoko bapped Asami lightly on the forehead. "Alright, I'm up. Let's get breakfast. Mum, is that breakfast?"

"Ah! Yes... Um. A little light meal, don't want you to be too full for your graduation ceremony." Ashi glanced over the mostly eaten food that she had accidentally consumed while idly watching Asami play. "You know, in case there's a surprise test."

~~

Asami, finished with a light breakfast, then trod a path she had walked many a time before, along the way to the Inuzuka side of the family. It was one of those roads that she doesn't remember when she learned it. It was just one of those things she knew, as unconscious as breathing. Her mother Ashi had walked with her on the path so many times before, but now it was Momoko who accompanied her. The monkey scampering along eaves, only to leap onto Asami's raised and waiting hand as the building ended. Soon enough, Asami's eyes brightened as she caught the scent of the Inuzuka compound, a thousand warm scents that set her head abuzz with the memories of fluffy hugs. Finally, she stopped outside the walls, still in the public area, and quietly picked up a rock.

"KIMURA! WANNA WALK TO SCHOOL TOGETHER? I BROUGHT AN UMBRELLA." Asami chucked a rock, aiming to skip it along Kimura's room's roof for multiple clattering knocks.

Granblue Fantasy: Rhapsody in Red

Mushi

Appearance:

Name: Mushi

Gender: Female

Age: 15

Race: Draph

Element: Fire

Dream: "I will create a sword style worthy of the title strongest!"

Home: Mushi comes from the island of Kaifeng. It is a place where the inhabitants compete to prove that their fighting style is the best, in violently destructive but surprisingly nonlethal fashion. On Kaifeng, the tradition of "dojo destroying" is ubiquitous and literal. A dojo's worth is in some ways measured by how old their building is. Needless to say, the construction industry thrives, as does the medical industry. Tournaments of various shapes and sizes are held on practically a daily basis.

Gimmicks: Mushi has a "Kung Fu" or "Wuxai" style fighting style, full of elaborate special moves and forms, that flirts with and then directly crosses over into the supernatural with fiery effects on her attacks. She is a very impressive duelist with a minor in excessive property damage. However, she's relatively poor at terrain advantage, ranged combat, underhanded tactics, and multi-person fights, all things her rigid training didn't prepare her for. She believes this to be a flaw of her style, and set out in the wider world to gain experience to fix that, but, well, she hasn't exactly had a lot of time to gain that experience yet.

Personality: Mushi has the smug overconfidence of someone who is sure they've got things figured out, that they're the one who has cracked the code of how the world works. And who hasn't had enough life experience to get proven wrong yet, given the ripe old age of fifteen. Mushi is concerned that due to the lack of external influence, rather than Kaifeng's ubiquitous competitions driving them to higher and higher heights of martial prowess, everyone's simply cyclically developing stale counters to each other. In short, she thinks that everyone's playing the meta rather than developing a style that has true adaptability and power. She thinks that in order to make progress towards that unattainable perfection of a 'strongest' sword style, she must leave home to explore the wider world. And hit it really hard.

Background: Mushi was born into the warrior's life. Or, well, the life of the warrior who studies battle and spars, but doesn't actually ever fight with life and death upon the line. She was born and raised as the fourth of six blood heirs of the Naha dojo, which was only demolished three times during her childhood. Quite the impressive feat thanks to the strength of her Father. But each time it was demolished, and each time they rebuilt, it left a mark on Mushi's mind. Rather than seek further strength, they simply devised counters to the moves that had defeated them this time. This left Mushi disillusioned with the Naha fighting style, even though she still practiced it.

In order to begin searching the skies, Mushi took up being a mercenary. She was getting along just fine enough at this job until her first shore leave, at which point her culture's rather literal interpretation of dojo destroying resulted in her incarceration.

Inventory: Mushi carries a massive blade that one would think would be more akin to a siege weapon than a device of personal defense. It is both, in Mushi's hands.

Granblue Fantasy: Rhapsody in Red

Mushi

Appearance:

Name: Mushi

Gender: Female

Age: 15

Race: Draph

Element: Fire

Dream: "I will create a sword style worthy of the title strongest!"

Home: Mushi comes from the island of Kaifeng. It is a place where the inhabitants compete to prove that their fighting style is the best, in violently destructive but surprisingly nonlethal fashion. On Kaifeng, the tradition of "dojo destroying" is ubiquitous and literal. A dojo's worth is in some ways measured by how old their building is. Needless to say, the construction industry thrives, as does the medical industry. Tournaments of various shapes and sizes are held on practically a daily basis.

Gimmicks: Mushi has a "Kung Fu" or "Wuxai" style fighting style, full of elaborate special moves and forms, that flirts with and then directly crosses over into the supernatural with fiery effects on her attacks. She is a very impressive duelist with a minor in excessive property damage. However, she's relatively poor at terrain advantage, ranged combat, underhanded tactics, and multi-person fights, all things her rigid training didn't prepare her for. She believes this to be a flaw of her style, and set out in the wider world to gain experience to fix that, but, well, she hasn't exactly had a lot of time to gain that experience yet.

Personality: Mushi has the smug overconfidence of someone who is sure they've got things figured out, that they're the one who has cracked the code of how the world works. And who hasn't had enough life experience to get proven wrong yet, given the ripe old age of fifteen. Mushi is concerned that due to the lack of external influence, rather than Kaifeng's ubiquitous competitions driving them to higher and higher heights of martial prowess, everyone's simply cyclically developing stale counters to each other. In short, she thinks that everyone's playing the meta rather than developing a style that has true adaptability and power. She thinks that in order to make progress towards that unattainable perfection of a 'strongest' sword style, she must leave home to explore the wider world. And hit it really hard.

Background: Mushi was born into the warrior's life. Or, well, the life of the warrior who studies battle and spars, but doesn't actually ever fight with life and death upon the line. She was born and raised as the fourth of six blood heirs of the Naha dojo, which was only demolished three times during her childhood. Quite the impressive feat thanks to the strength of her Father. But each time it was demolished, and each time they rebuilt, it left a mark on Mushi's mind. Rather than seek further strength, they simply devised counters to the moves that had defeated them this time. This left Mushi disillusioned with the Naha fighting style, even though she still practiced it.

In order to begin searching the skies, Mushi took up being a mercenary. She was getting along just fine enough at this job until her first shore leave, at which point her culture's rather literal interpretation of dojo destroying resulted in her incarceration.

Inventory: Mushi carries a massive blade that one would think would be more akin to a siege weapon than a device of personal defense. It is both, in Mushi's hands.

Not too fancy yet, but it should get the basic concept across.