first slash ⚔️ open log

[rokubro]

Who: Rokurou and anyone!
Status: Open
Where: Eltrut and Nogard
What: Surprise attacks and various MANTA quests
Warnings: whatever comes from any fights but otherwise nothing really


⚔️ i. surprise attack

[Do you look like a strong fighter? Is there a weapon visible on your person? Could you perhaps be carrying yourself in a way that an experienced swordsman would notice that you have skill and know your stuff?

If so, then you're about to feel a sudden spike of killing intent with a pair of swords coming right at you in the next moment. DODGE FAST.]

⚔️ ii. black mirror

[Rokurou doesn't really understand the shellphones that much beyond that they are cool devices to communicate with. He also doesn't really understand the importance some may have on them, would that really matter?

Sensing something similar to malevolence and at the very least something with a strong intent to do harm, perhaps even kill, he's quick to act and try to get rid of the source...

...Unfortunately those instincts results in his sword coming out and slashing at the shellphone in whoever's hands. Sometimes it results in the complete destruction of the phone, sometimes it just knocks it out of the hand. Regardless, it makes the spirit inside not happy and the owner even unhappier.]

Hey, I was just trying to help!

[So sometimes he's either having to deal with an angry person, either completely possessed by the spirit or just pissed off because that was their shellphone?? And unlike before, he's not trying to really use his swords against them!! Unless they draw their own then all bets are off but until then!! Maybe some help?]

⚔️ iii. peak content

[Well.

This is unexpected.

Rokurou will just stare at the tether and the person he got tied with and give them a wry grin.]

...Is this normal around here?

⚔️ iv. fish in a barrel (corsair)

[His only experience with merfolk have been the ones in Nilatast, so he's currently under the impression they're dangerous. Even then, he doesn't exactly feel much interest in taking them out when they're weak and vulnerable as they are. However, a job's a job, and he can at least make their deaths quick.

But given the Paladins' involvement, he finds himself engaged more in fighting them off which he doesn't mind too much. In fact he'll just smirk as he takes down another one.]

Aw, that was too easy. Could at least make this a little more challenging.

[Should he try picking fights with the Paladins instead...?]

⚔️ wildcard

[Open to other quests and scenarios! Also interested in the Shoebill Billy bounty because he might try to fight it— Feel free to hit me up on his CR Meme, discord, or laenavesse]

Comments

i. because why not?

[chaosvessel]

[It is a fast dodge, too, but really, you can't look at this guy and think he's not going to be good in a fight.

He flips sideways, cape billowing, sizeable gun in his hand before he lands, leveled at his attacker, crimson eyes glowing faintly in the shade of his hair.]

[rokubro]

[Definitely not, this guy definitely carries some serious aura that Rokurou locks in on. And he is not disappointed when Vincent executes that flip and has that gun—a weapon he's only really seen once before coming to this world—aimed at him. So there will be a dangerous, wide grin, his own daemon eye glowing faintly behind his own hair as he pivots to keep himself from being directly in front of the gun and instead try to sideswipe with one of his blades.]

[chaosvessel]

[And it turns out that clawed gauntlet on his right arm isn't just for show was he parries the swipe of the blade before rolling to the side out of the way in order to put distance between the two of them again. He frowns at the others as he watches the man from behind a curtain of black hair.]

What do you want?

[The voice is coarse, as though it's either seldom used or like speaking is painful.]

[rokubro]

[Whoa, that's one gravely voice. Maybe have some water after this—

Still in a stance, Rokurou just grins.]

Heh, sorry, but couldn't resist testing your reflexes. And looks like my guess is right.

[He doesn't really sound that sorry—]

Bit of Coloumn 1 and Column 3

[wherethereislight]

[You know, he can tolerate getting tied up with someone. It's not the worse thing he's dealt with in this damn place. At least he can put some space between the individual until he can figure out how to undo this. The problem is, the other isn't going to allow him that space.

Initially, he was just standing there and ignoring the other. Expecting them to go on a whole "What's going here!?" "What happened!?" and all the other generic confusions most bumbling fools like to do when caught in an unexpected situation.

Instead, the jets come on beneath his shoe as he sidesteps out of the way from a sudden swing of a blade. And again, he had to duck when they proceeded to follow up and swing with his other sword. He slides right beneath them, getting behind them. Their actions are with intention. Who the hell did he get tied up to?]

[rokubro]

[At first Rokurou had approached Shadow out of curiosity, but then as he got closer, he could sense it. No he could see it. How the strangely large... Well he's not sure what he is—mouse? Anyway, clearly-not-human-and-definitely-not-daemon figure carried himself, with a confidence and stance that only one who knows how to fight would be able to hold.

So he is completely oblivious to the tether that appears right before he decides to make his first move. Even though he couldn't see any visible weapons, he's certain the whatever-he-is will be able to produce an interesting result...

And he is not disappointed in the least.]

Hah, that's a new trick. Flying with your shoes?

[wherethereislight]

[He quietly stares at his attacker, hands raised in fists. They had strange markings over one side of their face that makes him uneasy. His gut feeling is telling him to strike while the other is busy idly talking about his shoes, but he's pushing those feelings aside, for now.

Did they think it was his doing that they're currently tied together?]

What do you want?

[rokubro]

Isn't it obvious?

[He grins. While he hasn't sheathed his swords, his stance is more relaxed—not completely letting down his guard, but not as tense as if he'll lunge at Shadow right away.]

Not sure what you are, but I can tell you're a strong fighter.

iv!

[verboaten]

[A job's a job: that's a motto Eizen's long since embraced, and it serves him well in moments like this. Less appealing gigs, such as collecting body parts, are just like any other fetch quest. This one has the added bonus of potentially yielding some decent coin. There's an added bit of danger, sure, but danger comes naturally to the Reaper regardless of the situation.

Sneaking in ended up surprisingly painless. No issues whatsoever. Eizen full well knows if one part goes this smoothly, then it means rough waters await ahead. Thoughts about potential trouble take a backseat as Eizen's gaze lands on a familiar figure a short distance away. That's--

Just as Rokurou utters that cursed phrase about challenges, another one attempts to strike him from behind. ...Only to be immediately eating an Earth Lance to the face.]

You might just get your wish now that I'm here.

[The Reaper's Curse can easily make challenges a reality.]

[rokubro]

[He senses the presence a beat late, and he whirls around with blades raised only to...]

Eizen!? Wait, you're here, too?

[verboaten]

Aye, I've been dragged over here twice now.

[With months apparently having passed even though it was only weeks for him? Time stuff is wonky.

Coast seems pretty clear for the moment, so it'll hopefully give them a quick chance to chat before the Reaper's Curse causes something to liven things up again. Eizen makes his way over to Rokurou.]

Did you just get in recently?

[rokubro]

[For now Rokurou will sheathe his blades, looking at Eizen with some disbelief—but also a grin because while it had been a little bit since he had last seen the malak.]

Yeah, with that whole underwater city thing, so a couple of weeks ago.

iv

[sparkstrikes]

[Well, if he picks a fight with a Paladin, it might be the wrong Paladin. Lightning is just as uninterested in the mermaids after her last encounter with one, but a job's a job, right? A girl's gotta make some money around here. It seems easy enough—protecting the beached mermaids from the Corsairs who try to kill them. That was basically her job in Bodhum, sans the mermaid part. Guard duty was always more her thing than anything else, even if she never did prefer it.

From behind, Lightning doesn't recognize him right away, the last time she had seen him was down in the water and the time before that several months back, so she has no idea the kind of mess she's about to get herself into when she calls out just as he's taking out another mermaid.]

Hey! Think you've done enough around here, so why don't you pack up and go home.

[Or she'll shove her gun in his face.

Actually, you know what? No, she's already raising her gun at him.]

[rokubro]

[Rokurou blinks when he hears the voice—a familiar one. And rather than be tense, a grin forms as he straightens and turns to look at her, the mermaid groaning in the sand now forgotten.]

And if I don't?

[Hey Lightning.]

[sparkstrikes]

[Her gun immediately drops to her side, though not because it's him, but because it's him.]

You again!?

[Her eyes move to the mermaid, narrowing, and then back to him.]

Why is it that wherever there's trouble, you're at the scene of the crime?

[rokubro]

[He can't help but laugh at her reaction.]

Honestly, I was hoping to find a few good fights. Been a bit disappointing—until you arrived.

i

[foreverfall]

[ In the heart of a bustling marketplace, where merchants shout over one and another and children weave between stalls, Jaune pushes through the crowd in search of a good meal for him and Juniper, who is waiting for him outside of the market.

Suddenly without warning, a blade flashing with seemingly murderous intent, bursts from the press of bodies. Steel rings as his raised shield catches the strike. The crowd gasps and recoils, spilling baskets of fruit and scattering in panic.

In this moment Jaune counters with a forceful push from his shield, shoving Rokurou into another merchant's stall. The marketplace, moments ago alive with trade and chatter, is now a circle of chaos—every eye fixed on the sudden, violent clash at its center.

He has no time to speak yet, instead waiting to see how his opponent will respond. ]

[rokubro]

[Was it a good idea to charge into a crowd? Probably not, but the guy was just too tempting to wait. Besides, a little "tap" could get the guy going and they could move...or just hash it out there. Regardless, when he's pushed back, rather than disappointed Rokurou is pleased, back flipping to land on top of the stall instead. Which, of course, makes the owner shout and run out to join the others who have scattered.]

Heh, not bad.

[And he'll wait a moment as more people clear out before he suddenly lunges forward again, his blades completely focused on Jaune.]

[foreverfall]

Not bad?! Are you-- who are yo-- wait!

[ Jaune's shield catches another blow, but the momentum swings him into a row of stacked pottery, with clay shattering in a deafening crash. A woman screams, a child darts for safety, and a tide of people surging away and shoving one another in their haste to escape. In the rush, a cart tips and spills cabbages all over ground. They're causing quite the scene!

Jaune takes the opportunity to kick a cabbage in Rokurou's direction, in hopes of distracting him. With the cabbage projectile heading straight at Rokurou, Jaune also unsheathes his broken (yet still sharp) blade and lunges at his attacker. Despite the collateral damage around them, Jaune's only goal is to subdue his attacker, but the pressure of possibly dying here is making him lash out more aggressively than he wants to.

The two men seem to be tearing the market apart with every movement, locked in a duel that neither the merchants nor the crowd has asked for. Shouts turn to curses, and as the fight drags on, there's no doubt the authorities will come down on them at any moment. ]

I

[velocityraptor]

[ Hawks is a perfect magnet for this, because while his wings are extremely tiny, barely there on his back at the moment, those feathers are useless and look rather harmless compared to the three swords he's carrying. One on each hip, the other strapped his back.

His senses might not be on point, but violent intent gives off a certain sense to someone like him who is an experienced fighter.

Hawks holds his neutral posture until the last moment, deflecting not with a drawn sword, but by using the butt of the handle, jumping backwards to put distance between them. Huh. A new face? ]

Quite the introduction you have there.

[rokubro]

[Those swords are definitely what caught his eye, because hey, they kind of match. So he's also curious what kind of style the strange looks-like-a-plucked-chicken-birdman might have.

But using the hilt, eh? Says a lot right there and that just makes Rokurou grin.]

It can make a lasting impression.

[Not that he's really trying, but hey, it's kind of true—]

Looks like those swords aren't just for show.

[velocityraptor]

[ For now a least, when his wings come back in in full he won't need the swords anymore. They're just a temporary measure against his paranoia. Almost like he thinks someone might attack him out of nowhere... ]

You caught my attention. [ Hawks laughs. ]

And they're not. Looking for a sparring match?

iii

[musicien]

[Seeing how they're now stuck together, Verso has a few ideas on how to break away from this. Possibly literally.]

Haven't been around long enough to answer that.

[Just going to lightly tug at the tether. It has a lot more give than he expected. No keyholes and the like, considering it seems to be some sort of magic.]

Doesn't look like there's an easy way to get rid of it, either.

[rokubro]

[Oh hey it's fire cyclops fight buddy!]

Should we try cutting it with our swords? Also got one of those tattoo things so could try fire, too.

[musicien]

Swords might be to unwieldy for this.

[As is fire. Even if he does have a more nuclear option in mind, it may be best to try something that erred on the side of caution first. He calls out his smaller blade, bringing the knife towards the tether that binds them. It doesn't give, no matter how much effort he puts in.

Verso dismisses the knife with a sigh and holds up his wrist, dragging Rokurou's along. Yep, not a dent. Then he moves it once more offering it towards the other man.]

Care to do the honors?