Post by Shochu Yamagachi on Jun 29, 2015 7:46:31 GMT
The desert is hot, like always.. and Shochu has started to trek into the desert, a bottle of Sake in his hand.. and a trail of about 7 bottles following him down the mountain. He walks from side to side.. drunk, very drunk. His cheeks glow a light red before he takes a sip of his Sake, downing half the bottle in a single drink! He just.. felt like drinking more than usual, he really doesn't know why.. the Drunken Fist begins grinning drunkenly, continuing his walk through the desert. He speaks out loud as he begins to rabble on about his life.. about his master and such, complaining about his low supply off food at his shack, which he does intend to refill. He also complains of his amount of Sake.. he is on his last bottle, and he thinks he might travel a long way through the hot.. hot desert.
Post by Maeve Rakshasa on Jun 30, 2015 20:56:27 GMT
Current Power Level: 108,752 (*Due to the Makyo Star) "Violence is my way. Violence is who I am."
"From violence, I gain: Power."
"With power, I achieve: Dominance."
This was the Mantra of the dragoness' demonic clan. The mantra of the Great Demon Lord: Rakshasa. It was what he lived by, and due to that the demon realm learned to both fear and respect the dragon warlord. Maeve personally never agreed with her family's mantra. She always felt that using violence to subjugate others was cruel and wrong. Being powerful didn't give one the right to abuse those weaker than them. In fact, Maeve felt that true power was gained when one fought to protect the weak. True strength came from bonds that were forged when people worked together. At least that was the ideal that she chose to believe.
...It was hard to deny that the allure and benefits of her family's way of thinking was not present though. Every time the demonic urges within her very blood won over her ideals she couldn't deny that the rush of power she felt was gratifying. Fighting with selfish intentions and claiming dominance over her enemies felt good and that scared her. She didn't want to be a monster. She didn't want to fight for her own selfish means. She didn't want to lose herself.
...She didn't want to hurt anyone.
That's why when the Star of Makyo came into orbit Maeve left her home and banished herself deep within the hot sandy reaches of the Diablo Desert. She thought she would spend the week in solitude, that no one would dare brave the desert and come out where she was. Little did she know, a drunken idiot was going to be shambling his way across her path. At any other point Maeve would have awkwardly dealt with the drunken intruder by politely trying to ask him to leave. With the demonic influence of the Makyo star however, her good judgement was more than a little clouded.
"THUNDER THRUST!" The voice of a young woman filled with a violent intent rang out through the blistering desert. The loud drunkard would only see a violent flash of black and red ki in the distance before the demonic woman would shoot toward him in a blinding instant. Sand exploded at her sides as she stopped inches before him. In her hands was a fearsome bastard of a great sword and cleaver, it's mighty blade was pointed straight at his neck. She stared at his rosy drunken face with a pair of faintly glowing eyes that looked like they were molten gold.
As she was making a point that she could have killed him in an instant, the woman would move her blade away from the drunk's neck and sheathe it at her side. She crossed her arms and stared at him for a moment, she let her violent black and red aura flare around her form freely as she stared the man down. This moment of tense air was broken only as the girl developed a twisted little smile on her face.
"I came all the way out here to avoid being bothered but somehow a mortal managed to literally stumble into my presence. I don't know whether to be annoyed or amazed by the fact that your kind can manage to stick their noses where they don't belong even in the most extreme of instances..."
Post by Shochu Yamagachi on Jun 30, 2015 21:07:13 GMT
The drunken man takes the final sip from his sake bottle before sighing lightly, tossing the bottle onto the ground. 'Now I am out of sake.. ughhh, why!? Maybe some.. lady or guy will.. bring me more? Please Kami.. give me some more sake..' He thinks this to himself while walking through the sand, his cheeks still reddened from the alcohol. All of a sudden, he feels something.. and he hears something as well. Some one screaming.. and then a weird looking woman would dash to stand in front of him, making him fall onto his ass with a little grunt and scream. Her sword pointed at his neck, making him gulp even though in his drunken state.. 'W-What is that? Is this what Kami sent me?..' He drunkenly looks at her as she pulls her sword back, sheathing it. He giggles drunkenly at her statement. "D..Did Kami send you to.. give me more booze?~ I didn't know.. things like you existed.. Mr.Dragon lady.." After this, he slumped back onto his back.. passed out from the alcohol.
Maeve looked down with a scowl as the man babbled before her asking for more alcohol. It was pathetic, to be so reliant on a vice that you would beg for it even when death could literally be bearing down on you. Her dimly glowing eyes of molten gold remained fixated on the mortal as he slipped into a drunken state of unconsciousness. She narrowed them on his knocked out form as she growled under her breath. The idiot was probably going to die out here. She could help sure, but right now she was debating whether or not it would be worth the trouble...
Who would blame her if she just turned away and left him to his fate? The weak and stupid die out and the strong thrive on. That was how it went, she didn't make the rules it was just nature. The idiot was probably dehydrated, of she weren't around right now or if she decided to leave him to his fate she doubted he would survive in the hot sun. She also doubted if he even brought any water with him at all on his trek to the desert (she also thought that he did not realize he would need it.) Though, given the thick stench of alcohol permeating around his unconscious form she found it hard to fathom he brought anything but that sake he was clamoring for.
She paused however, realizing for a brief moment that the Makyo Star was probably clouding her thoughts and making her unnecessarily harsh towards this mortal's plight. So, gathering what little humanity and empathy she could, the dragoness decided to help. She would unceremoniously lift the unconscious human with ease and slap him across the face a few times. She held herself back (she didn't want to snap his neck with the force of her full strength) but she was by no means gentle about the ordeal. “Hey! Wake up dammit!” She growled, her face twisting into a snarl before she began to shake him about like a rag doll. Annoyed that her 'tactics' were unsuccessful she would drop the drunk human into the sand in her frustration.
She crossed her arms and looked over him for a brief moment, what was she going to do? She couldn't just leave him where he was but she wasn't able to wake him up either. She brushed some of her ruby bangs out of her glowing gold eyes for a moment as she let out an annoyed sigh. “Fine, if you aren't waking up I'll just carry you. You better be grateful when you wake up or else you'll wish I had left you out here.” She seethed as she knelt down and scooped the grown man by his collar with a clawed hand only to sling him over her shoulder. “Carrying a worthless mortal, how undignified.” She snipped before she began to walk in the direction of the place she had been staying at for the duration of the Star of Makyo's demonic influence.
It wasn't too long of a walk for Maeve thankfully, the man had collapsed rather close to her current 'campsite' of sorts. She had found a small but lush oasis in the heart of the Diablo Desert. There were a few palm trees, shrubs and cacti that were all naturally growing around a crystal clear, brisk spring that glittered with the harsh suns reflection. Maeve looked to the shimmering mass of water for a moment and then to the drunken fist slung across her shoulder. “Hey, drink up.” She ordered before tossing Shochu in to the cool waters. She was hoping the shock from the cool spring would sober him up quickly, or at least wake him up.