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Post by Kiraburu Sarutobi on Jan 7, 2017 22:29:40 GMT
The sand storm finally subsiding Kira rubbed the remaining bits of dust out of his eyes. His vest bellowed in the wind and every granular devil that wet into his netted shirt felt as if each were a tiny dagger. Growing tired of the constant blinding struggle and aggravation clouding his senses he summoned his ki to his hands and slammed them together, releasing the force outwards and magnifying it, blasting away the raging winds. When the dust settled it did so upon a square battle ground, made of stone with four pillars in each of its ninety degree corners.
Kiraburu's neck turned, the Gourd he kept at his side for desert situations sloshed with watery sounds as he sensed the power level of two figures in the immediate vicinity. He could only make out there shadows but both seemed to have a drastically higher power level than his own. Sweat beaded down the back of his neck i spherical glints. If they weren't friendly this probably wouldn't end well for him.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 7, 2017 23:16:59 GMT
It was one of those stupid days that Lizbeth's mentally incapable mind is put to the test as to how far she is willing to go to find true warriors, and even though she hadn't done any of the walking for the past fourteen miles, she was being given a piggyback ride on the shoulders of her ten foot tall samurai friend who was sweating horridly below her. They took breaks, showering each other in their water reserves they brought that was straddled to the back of the large warrior. Lizbeth was wiping the sweat from her hair, her ears wiggling and flapping to remove stray water and her tail tucking itself into her pants to keep it from burning in the heat. Her eyes were foggy, mainly from the sand, but also from dehydration, drinking from a mug of water, reaching down to share the liquid with her bodyguard, before her senses perked. A person nearby, not to far away and with a reasonably high power level. Power was not a necessity, but company in this god awful heat would be perfect, at least, she thought so. "Kimo! Person! Full steam ahead my valiant warrior! Assist your clanmaster!" The Neko would say, her cheery voice would say loudly as she pointed towards a growing figure a small distance away. A audible sigh would emit from the Ronin's mouth as she would comply and start running at full speed towards the person ahead. Stopping only when a few meters away from the Human, Lizbeth would stand on the shoulder pads on her underling, before jumping down and gliding down using her flight ability, before landing roughly down in front of Kiraburu. Her nose would begin to sniff him, like a police dog for drugs, and stopping, before reaching out a hand to shake Kira's. "it is a pleasure to meet you! I am Lizbeth Nyan! And this is Kimo" The Neko's eager voice would announce lightly, before tapping on the lower leg plate of the bamboo armor. Kimo, the ten foot samurai, would draw her sword, planting it in the ground to show peace, and bow to the man. "It is nice to meet you. We apologize for any trouble we may have caused you. We are looking for travel partners, as these deserts are far and thick, and being alone in it for to long will only lead to bad health." A voice would appear into Kira's head, her Telepathy going to work. "I am sorry for not speaking verbally, but I am a poor mute, and I haven't spoken in hundreds of years".
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Post by Kiraburu Sarutobi on Jan 7, 2017 23:40:24 GMT
A sudden rush of color before Kira's eyes caught him off guard. Before he could process what exactly his eyes were witnessing a brightly colored neko stopped in front of him atop a massive...Ronin? He really couldn't tell. It stood with armor that seemingly cost much more than Kira's home and had a sword to go with it's insane height. The neko hopped down with elegance and grace, her nose twitching with every sniff as she inspected him with curiosity. He held his arms up in slight shock as she introduced herself as Lizbeth, Her tail swaying back and forth and her voice just oozing excitement and intensity.
A deep voice echoed from deep inside his head and Kira held his hands to his temples, trying to supress the pain induced by experiencing telepathy for the first time. Apparently, the giant robot looking thing in front of him was sentient and kind-hearted. He bowed back to the duo, out of respect, and introduced himself.
"Hello you two, I'm Kiraburu, Kira for short if you would. It's an absolute pleasure to meet you." He took a step back to examine the couple head to toe. The Girl's power was only marginally higher than his own but her... underling was overwhelmingly strong. "Why are you two out here in the first place? It's not the most hospitable of locations."
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Post by Neato Skeletino on Jan 8, 2017 1:52:50 GMT
[Thread PL = 1,250] [Makyo Star Transformation is Active = 10,000 PL] [Hawk is in Play.]
The Desert. Why did it have to be the desert. A lone figure trudged through the sandy dunes of the west. He didn't remember how he got here, or why he was here. But he knew for a fact that it didn't make any sense. Neato, or in his current state, Hawk panted as he made his way through the desert, looking for any sort of relief or water. With none in sight he just kept going. It wasn't because of determination, or because of a desire to live. Nope, it was the prospect of possibly finding an oasis full of scantily clad ladies. The very thought of it pushed him further into the desert. Minutes turned to hours as he wandered aimlessly through the desert, wishing that he had something to drink. Things seemed bleak for Hawk. That was until he heard a voice cry out. That of a woman. Or at least so he thought. In reality he had only heard Lizbeth calling out. However, the prospect of a woman being nearby pushed him forward with new vigor. With a sudden burst of Stamina he took of, shooting towards where he heard the voice. From anyone else perspective it would look like there was an explosion of sand in the distance that sustained and grew closer as he ran straight for Lizbeth and the Others. For a moment it would be like a sandstorm passed over them, and once it passed Hawk was standing in between everyone. He quickly fixed up his Pompadour then turned towards Kira, and flashed his smile before realizing that Kira wasn't a lady. He blinked for a moment before turning back towards Lizbeth. He flashed his smile once more, which seemed to gleam in the sun, before snapping and pointing towards The Hybrid. "Hey there, baby." He spoke, his voice smooth. "You must be a mirage, because you are too good to be true."
For those wondering, Hawk looks as Following:
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Post by Deleted on Jan 8, 2017 17:02:17 GMT
Lizbeth didn't want to respond to the man, trying to ignore him, but the moment he finished his pick up line, something popped into her head that she thought was the perfect line to counter this perverted man. She would look Hawk into the eyes, staring at him for a moment before pushing her shoes deeper into the sand and leaning against the blue armor of her companion."
"You might as well keep thinking I am a mirage nyan, because anything between us wont be real". Inside her mind, she was laughing and giggling, but the outside would only see a smirk on her face as she nearly forgot about Kira not that far away from her. Lizbeth would have crossed her arm, while Kimo would reach forwards towards Kira to place her hand on his should, to help ease pain.
"I apologize for the pain you must have been feeling. It gets easier over time, but for now, it might sting a little. Anyway, if Lizbeth gets into a fight with this new guy, just step back. I'll deal with it. Anyway, where are you heading too?" The mental words entering only Kira's head, before Kimo would retrieve her Nodachi from the sand, sliding it back into it's sheath with a certain clanging of metal as it collided the guard with the end of the bamboo sheath.
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Post by Kiraburu Sarutobi on Jan 9, 2017 21:18:30 GMT
The new figure that appeared to come out of nowhere made two odd humanoids in front of him today. Three including the giant samurai that had just placed its massive hand on his shoulder. After its somewhat rude comment, and Lizbeth's equally rude reply, Kira respectfully obeyed the giant Ronin when it requested his staying out of the fight. In truth he had no idea what pronouns to even consider the behemoth in front him with. He stepped back, it seemed like the best course was to sit back and watch the skirmish between the two in front of them unfold. He saw a few boulders nearby that jutted out of the Earth and cast dim shadow. Casually, he strutted over to them and sat with his back leaned against one of the cool stones to watch the scene unfold. It would be entertaining to say the least, he was curious to see how both of them fought if that was what was in fact what was currently unfolding in front of him. He popped open the gourd and let a few drops of cool liquid trickle onto his tongue. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees wondering what would happen next.
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