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"Guh. . . Ah, what. . .?" Viola shook her head, slowly pulling herself back to her feet. "I need to be more careful. Thanks for. . . healing me?" She looked at Chance in confusion; she'd felt the effects of healing magic before, but didn't see any staff on her. Unless. . . no, there was no way, right? "I should be okay in a second. Just give me a chance to catch my breath." -
"Relax, nurse. He doesn't owe me anything." And Kusuke knew that she knew that he knew, and etc etc. "I just want to talk, not that I expect one of you people to get that." Kusuke did his best to hide his reaction of abrupt alarm. 'You people,' i.e., a group he didn't belong to, i.e., he wasn't supposed to be here. Something told me he wasn't going to be able to get information from Joe here, much less try and convince him to not be a Nazi. "We should probably leave soon. Gotta hit that meeting anyway, right?"
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P21, stabbeth
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"I won't insist upon taking the blame, so as you wish. I accept your apology." She nodded once, smoothly. "There's more to a person than their ability to speak pretty words." Difficulty with social situations. . . Mitsurugi supposed she could empathize, in a way. "Your words to me have hardly been the worst thing I have experienced when speaking with humans. You haven't thrust any symbols of foreign religions at me while chanting prayers, for one." It was hard to tell, but the corner of her mouth twitched up in what might have been a rueful smile.
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"I see." She nodded, once. "Mhasalkar, it is not your fault, however oblivious you may or may not have been." The start of the statement was still slightly awkward for her; knowledge of English or no, not using honorifics at the end of names was still awkward for the woman. "My. . . emotional instability, is not your concern. I appreciate your thought, however." It still stung some small part of her to admit her recently lacking self-control - someone of her previous station should not break down publicly like that - but refusing to acknowledge it was simply self-deception.
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((assuming Proditor shared some of his information)) "Joe. When you're done bleeding, meet me outside this place." Kusuke said simply, largely putting off the burden of planning later. He hoped that someone he'd never met before knowing his name was enough to convince the newly-minted parahuman that he was worth talking to. It helped that Kusuke himself wasn't exactly tough to pick out of a crowd. Unless you've got a better plan, he added to Proditor mentally (and somewhat belatedly.)
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Mitsurugi turned with a smooth motion, settling into a pose with her sword positioned near her hip as if she were ready to draw it out of the sheath sitting next to it. A ready pose, meant to emulate iaijutsu. She only held it for the briefest moment before straightening up and sheathing her weapon; with the click of the guard meeting the end of the sheath, her eyes flicked open and settled upon Navin. "Yes?" Her tone was smooth, betraying no emotion. She wasn't truly angry at him, despite what he may fear; however, the man could stand to be more aware in conversation.
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Hiroki looked up with a rather sudden motion - rather than having her eyes squeezed shut, they were opened wide. Her first response was to shrink backward into her corner, but she took a deep breath as Ghost spoke to her, attempting to regain some semblance of control over her features. She. . . wasn't particularly successful. The girl had entered a tournament that would pit her in heated combat against the best fighters across Tempest to become a god, largely on impulse; self-control was not among her strong points. "I. . . I don't, um, I don't know. . ." she managed, face screwing up to prevent the welling of tears behind her eyes from moving forward. "They were going to kill all of us if I didn't, but. . ."
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". . . I didn't think I'd get this far. Now what?" He chose to not comment on the sensation of having Proditor hijack his senses; needless to say he wasn't entirely fond of it. "Having another neo-Nazi parahuman running around isn't a great thing. Try to get intel on him, maybe? Or make him, you know, not a Nazi somehow?"
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"Pretty sure the guy up top is Hookwolf. I'm doing my best not to piss him off; he's not exactly an easy target if I ended up fighting him. As in I'd run the hell away. One of the parahumans on ground level is Othalia. I don't know who the third one is, though; maybe the current target of her healing?" Kusuke worked his way toward Othalia again; if they were clustered, then he should be able to find out whoever the other one is, right?
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[OOC] ANKL (Sign-ups closed)
Chevaleresse replied to Shamitako's topic in Unofficial Official RP Club's General
doot totally didn't just copy+paste the old sheet -
Kusuke simply takes a bow, and turns to walk out of the pit. The winnings go to a pocket on the inside of his hoodie (where do you think he was keeping all the knives?). He reaches out mentally toward Proditor, unsure if the psychic alien was still connected. "Found anything interesting?" He takes the time he has until the next fight - because this is easy money and beating up Nazis is satisfying - to scope out the rest of the place, looking for potential sources of whatever that flare earlier was.
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Mitsurugi found herself, rather than sitting down and meditating as she intended, pacing back and forth across the barracks. She walked with a measured, regal step, but it was still unmistakably pacing. There was too much to think about, too many problems facing the group right now, for her to have the luxury of relaxing before the next battle. Not that what she was doing helped with the preparations in the slightest, which she knew. She also knew deep down what would happen if she did try to meditate, the thoughts that kept getting forced up to the surface rather than - no, thinking of that would only make the problem worse. Abruptly, she quit her back-and-forth, and headed into an open room that seemed to have been used for sparring once. She drew her blade, and started to slowly move into a series of poses, golden eyes closed; a sort of drill she'd learned long ago.
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A girl's labored breathing echoed through the mostly-empty spaces of the armory as Hiroki stumbled through it. I don't. . . I didn't want to actually. . . She, without thinking, moved into the forge and nearly collapsed in a corner of the room, sitting on the rough stone brick floor and sliding herself as far into a corner as she could do, wedging herself underneath a shelf and next to a sturdy table in the process. Calm down, calm down, you can't be weak in front of everyone else, even if you just . . . killed people. . . She clutched her legs against her chest, squeezing them together with her arms.
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Lucine took a quick, but measured glance over her shoulder, eyes flicking between her entrapped teammates, the fantastically obese man, and then down at her own weapons, before her now-steely gaze swung forward as she continued to put distance between herself and the monster chasing them. Keep running.
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Shadows O'er Valtoria [IC]
Chevaleresse replied to Raindrop Valkyrie's topic in Unofficial Official RP Club's General
"Well then! If you're a religious man, then, well. . . I have a hammer, and you should know a lot about being NAILED!" Bedelia let loose a massive swing at the crusader with a mighty shout, only colored by the fact that it was rather high-pitched. Hammer Down Reynauld! -
"Quite the vocabulary you've got there. And an interesting fighting style, like one a cow would use; did you learn it from your mother?" Kusuke used a fairly similar tactic to the one he'd just used, with a few key differences; one, he timed it a bit less tightly to give himself more time to move. Two, instead of simply moving to the other side of the ring, he would turn around and go for a precision kick at the back of the man's knee, utilizing the skills he'd been practicing and training for a long while.
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Hiroki heads into the Armory, looking rather pale as she almost blindly pushes through the small crowd in the area. Mitsurugi heads into the Barracks, in search of a quiet place to meditate. Lexiel can feel Nobunaga hovering about in spirit form. Someone might want to let Silef know the results of their other battles; the woman made a beeline for the keep, doing her best to hide the obvious fatigue that draped across her frame.
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"Wow, you've really got the whole nine yards, huh. Barbed wire tattoos and 'roids. Did you just kinda, get into a spiral because you couldn't see your dick without a mirror, or. . .?" Kusuke waited for the man to charge him, using the time to try and think of some more insults to throw at him. Hard to get going without the guy actually doing anything. When and if he did charge, Kusuke would dodge around him at the last moment, and them move to the other side of the ring, trying to bait the man into attacking again.
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Kusuke looked around for a brief moment, locating where they wanted fighters to leave their weapons - a small plastic tote near the entrance of the pit. Good enough. He pulled out a knife from each of his sleeves, and dropped them in. He then moved to a spot just behind his shoulders and pulled out two more. And then moved to the backs of his legs, and so on until there was a startlingly large pile of the things sitting in a neat pile inside the container. He then cracked his neck, did the same for his knuckles, and proceeded to the pit when his turn came up.
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[Interest Check] ANKL Take 3
Chevaleresse replied to Shamitako's topic in Unofficial Official RP Club's General
my meguca shall rise again -
Attack again
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A few thoughts flit through Kusuke's mind. The first was to try some sort of grand breaking-up of the fight club, but something tells me that pissing off a roomful of white supremacists was probably a bad plan. Especially with two recognizable capes in the crowd, plus who knew how many lurking. The second. . . Something about signing up for a fight in this place felt off, but what he really wanted to do was beat the shit out of somebody and not feel bad about it. He looked around for any sort of signup location, and slipped toward it, pondering what name he should use along the way.
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Kusuke simply nodded, and walked up to the bouncer, doing his best to imitate the mannerisms of the others going in. He said the password just loud enough for the man to hear, and then proceeded inward - assuming nothing stopped him, of course.
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Nadine whirled about and, well, ran away with a short scream, trying to get away from the morbidly obese Demi-Servant. "Opal, take over again, please just get us out of here!" Right as she spoke, her mannerisms changed again, going from the somewhat clumsy run of a girl who spent a lot of time sitting around on the internet to a much more efficient-looking quick stride, her eyes scanning the area as she moved. Loadout