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  1. Tenkai Matsumoto

    After the Chance

    Tenkai raised a hand to settle Perestroika down. Though it would did little to ease her emotions, he was more concerned with the commotion giving the Terrenus military the wrong idea. Nevertheless, her story had confirmed what Tenkai had already caught onto: that a number of those who sided with Dredge did so out of desperation. They were the outcasts, the mongrel races of the world. Dredge took all of their pain and suffering and turned it into a weapon for his can own uses. As far as any of them knew, Dredge was going to give them the lives they deserved, a home safe from persecution. But just what amount if action from the Dark Lord so far spoke to such a promise? ”So you wanted acceptance. Understandable,” said Tenkai. “But that can’t be all he promised. What good is acceptance without a sense of community? Did Dredge promise you and the others a home? Freedom from persecution? What was the goal, and how did attacking Last Chance tie into this?” Tenkai was aware that he was asking a lot of questions all at once, but he was quite patient. Perestroika had plenty of time to answer them, if she did not refuse to do so. In the meantime, Tenkai paged James on the small holographic interface projecting from his gauntlet so that he knew the monk was currently interrogating the necromancer. It was not yet time to call the Master Knight in yet, but he’d let him know as soon as it was. @Djinn&Juice @Fierach
  2. Tenkai Matsumoto

    After the Chance

    Location: Terrenus Military Encampment in Last Chance @Djinn&Juice Tenkai may not have been a mind reader, but feelings and emotions were a different thing entirely. Even without the use of his powers, Tenkai could read the spirits of others as easily as seeing a facial expression. He could see the fear on her face, however subtle it may be, and truly the monk could not blame her. By now, she was likely completely uncertain of her own fate, and that was perhaps more horrifying than facing certain death. At least knowing with full certainty that you will die allowed a person to make their peace and accept it. Uncertainty made finding such peace impossible. And now, standing before her was the man that had brought her low as she stood among other fellow outcasts as they sought to make their mark on the world, to become part of something. Or at least, that's what she had thought, based on the last words she had spoken before losing consciousness. The monk moved slowly, though not so slow that it would seem deliberate for some psychological purpose. Rather, he made no sudden motions, calmly approaching the table where she sat. He had taken something out of his inside pocket just before approaching the table so that she wouldn't see him do it, in order to prevent her from thinking he was about to pull a weapon on her. Ironically, what he pulled out was indeed a weapon, but it was not his own. It was the Luger that Perestroika had used back during the battle. Tenkai had made sure that the Seekers held onto it and return it to him before he went to see her. Holding it by the base of the trigger guard and the barrel, he placed it in the middle of the table right in front of Perestroika. Just this simple action alone would be enough to raise several questions within the Necromancer's mind, no doubt. Why would Tenkai, of all people, want to arm an enemy captive? Even with her hands cuffed, it wouldn't be difficult to take that gun and shoot him with it. Was this some sort of foolish faux pas by an amateur interrogator? Or was there something more to it? Tenkai clearly wasn't looking for a duel. Sure, he was armed, with that sword on his back and everything, but a back-mounted sword of that length couldn't be drawn the same way it could at the hip. Placing that gun on the table essentially gave Perestroika the initiative if she so decided to take the shot. But why would he do this? Tenkai had made a point to the Terrenus military monitoring the situation on camera not to jump to conclusions about his methods. The last thing he needed was for them to think he had lost his mind and was trying to aid a member of the Legion. If they barged their way into the holding area, it would ruin everything. But the monk had earned enough trust to take this prisoner, so it was likely they trusted him enough to handle the situation properly. Taking a seat on the other end of the table, Tenkai folded his hands in his lap and locked eyes with Perestroika. Well, locked eye, at least, but someone with Perry's abilities would undoubtedly be able to feel the gaze of his other "eye" from underneath the eyepatch. His living eye was calm with an unerring gaze, not intimidating in its stare but completely unwavering in focus. The other "eye" however, shot through her like a beam of light through the darkness, her very soul laid bare before him. The eye was, perhaps, the only power he could not fully suppress, even with the eyepatch. "Before you lost consciousness, you told me you wanted to 'matter to someone'," he said. "Why? And who, for that matter?"
  3. Tenkai Matsumoto

    After the Chance

    Location: Terrenus Military Encampment in Last Chance Tenkai had neither joined the Custodes in their revelry nor sough to speak with James or Jin in the aftermath of the battle. No matter how glorious the battle, the monk refused to celebrate the act of killing no matter how easy it came to him now. Much had changed about him in the past few years, but there were certain things he simply couldn't allow to change. As for his fellow Knights, it was best to let the master and student have their own personal time to reflect on the battle. Tenkai could have alternatively taken the time to speak with Michael, the Peacekeeper, but there would be time for that soon enough. It was best that he not preempt the Master Knight and wait until the commanders and generals of the defense force all convened together for debriefing and discussion. After all, speaking individually to the commanders only to discuss the same thing at a single meeting would be redundant. Besides which, there was a rather important task Tenkai needed to take care of before any of that happened. Though the Legion of Doom had succeeded in liberating a high-value prisoner to join their fold, their efforts had resulted in an undesired traide off. Perestroika, the necromancer that Tenkai had defeated during the siege, had been taken as prisoner, and the monk had left her in the custody of two Seekers of the Order before the battle had ended. She had passed out cold following her defeat, which made it easier to convince the military that she was currently not a threat. Tenkai was at least satisfied that things had gone as smoothly as it did. He had feared that the Terrenus Military would have wanted to execute her and be done with it, unwilling to suffer a necromancer to live when she was clearly capable of a great deal of destruction when left unchecked. However, given his deeds on the field that day, it was likely the military trusted the warrior monk and the Order itself enough to allow them this authority. For all intents and purposes, Perestroika was under Order custody. Tenkai's custody, specifically. The monk proceeded through the camp, past the tents where the wounded were still being tended to, with the rumbling din of celebration just audible enough that they could still hear them. It was a reminder to them that the day had been won, a thought that would empower those still recovering and comfort those who would not. Yet Tenkai knew that this was not all true. Perhaps some would take comfort in their victory or use it to drive them forward, but others merely feigned that joy despite their injuries in order to cope with the harsh reality that faced them. For the younger, more inexperienced soldiers, it was probably the only way they could cope. It was the only way they could deal with their fear in a situation beyond their control. Not everyone here had taken part merely to taste the glory of battle, to live and die in the ways of their honored ancestors. Some of them were simply people trying to protect their home in the face of an enemy that knew no reason, no remorse. They fought because they had to, and those among them who couldn't find some greater ideal to cling to found themselves crushed under the weight of that terrible reality, and wept. For Tenkai, there was nothing that needed celebration here. Defending one's home was a natural action, one that any good man or woman would do. Protecting the innocent was something that all great warriors should have aspired to do, not for glory but for the sake of peace. He wanted no reward for the bloody price that had to be paid for this victory. Like many of them, he had simply done what he had to do, and would continue to do so. And right now, what he had to do was get answers. He stepped up to the door of the closed off steel cubicle set inside one of the tents. It was solid and sound proof, made portable by a set of reinforced wheels not unlike those of an armored transport. Heavy enough to stay put and not roll away while still capable of being towed in a convoy. There was only one entrance, with no windows or two way mirrors, nothing but dome security cameras focused on all angles of the room. Two Terrenus Military personnel cleared Tenkai for entrance and allowed him passage into the room, where Perestroika had been seated in one of the two chairs at the center table. A single light fixture built into the ceiling shone down on top of her, diffusing enough light to keep the whole of the room dimly lit whilst the center of the room was at its brightest. The monk closed the door behind him and stood there for a moment, wanting to judge the necromancer's initial reaction. She had been laid there such so that she would have regained consciousness inside the room, her head laid against the table with her hands cuffed in front of her. Whether she had woken up earlier or just as Tenkai entered the room would not be known until the monk closed the door. @Djinn&Juice
  4. Tenkai Matsumoto

    Two If By Sea (Last Chance Raid OOC)

    Then ultimately, neither of us intended to attack each other. Though I'd say the bolded term simply means that we're using different words for similar concepts. But if "charging" and "prepping" mean two different things in Val's version of prep-based T1, as you say, I'd like to look into what that means here. Because either "prep" means something other than what I think it means in relation to "charging", or "charging" means something entirely different here than what I know it. As LastLight so put it, I don't really need to think more broadly about it. I don't like prep-based T1 outside of the "common sense" of preparing an attack in a post rather than a game mechanic. I'm not going to use it. I can't claim to have experience in Val's system if I haven't and would not use it. That's why I was speaking about my displeasure with the concept of prep-based RP combat in general, not specifically Valucre's.
  5. Tenkai Matsumoto

    Two If By Sea (Last Chance Raid OOC)

    Listen man, the only other things that pop into my head when I hear the word "prep" are dudes planning their meals on Instagram and and crazy people preparing for the Apocalypse. That being said, I wasn't trying to be serious about the "its not even a real word" part, even if I find it an annoying word. But if you want to attack me, attack my argument and not a single tongue-in-cheek remark about the term. Because as far as experience goes, I have more than enough regarding RP fighting that arguing my lack of it only shows you have absolutely no idea who I am. On that note, I'd like to point out that my issue was with the concept of "preps" in RP in general, which predates Valucre, not specifically Carlos who created Val's system (which, as he has so shown me, is supposed to be more thorough and complex than I've seen others use it), nor the people who have come to rely on it. It's not so much of a lack of understanding as it is bad experiences with instances of people insisting on using the "prep" system as a means of overcoming the fact that they actually don't know anything about economy of motion, martial arts, body mechanics, footwork or swordplay. Where it basically becomes "who started prepping first" and outpacing your opponent simply by doing it first. But given that you took what I said as some sort of blanket insult against you, Carlos, and pretty much everyone on the site who likes the system, I don't find fault with you wishing to make assumptions for the sake of insulting me. I could have just as easily left that part out and avoid making this a bit more contentious than it should have been (aside from the fact that the underlying issue here isn't really a matter of whether prep-based T1 is good or bad). Either way, you shouldn't fall into the same trap I supposedly did and use your own misconceptions to make an argument meant more to insult the other person than it is a refutation.
  6. Tenkai Matsumoto

    Two If By Sea (Last Chance Raid OOC)

    I think it's time I gave my two cents on the matter now that I'm not busy trying to keep my room from flooding through my windows. :U @The Alexandrian I think the prep system kindof complicates the whole matter. Of course, that's besides the fact that I personally think the "prep" system (which, honestly, that isn't even a real goddamned word, I don't know why "charge" isn't used instead) is a load of horseshit designed by people who don't know shit from shoe-shine about fighting, but that's a completely different subject. Where I've come from, gaming up the system was more a matter of ability costs, cooldowns and common sense. Though, it doesn't really matter how many posts there were between Grubb's "preps" and my own because, at that time, he had been moved to the other side of the field after James fought him. It was my understanding that the whole breaking up was a means by which he was given an out so that being defeated in combat didn't lead to the loss of his character, which is by and large the best and most civil way of conducting roleplay. I've never been a big fan of killing off characters without someone's permission, and the only time it ever becomes tempting is when they're doing seriously foolish things and expect a much bigger reward out of it. That being said, no one was really directly engaging him, but I also would posit that whether or not they were means little. Going by that sort of "competitive" ruleset, you could have some dude stowed away in a tower well out of range of any opponent, with several forces in between them and their enemy, and have them start some sort of five-post "prep" that has an arguably good chance of not being interrupted (can these things even be interrupted? It feels like people can "prep" an attack doing nothing these days), then on the fifth (or sixth? I mean does the attack post count as a prep?) post unleash a massive cataclysmic spell that clears the entire board and no one is able to do anything about it. That's just a small part of my problem with trying to bring preps into this. Hell, we can even say that effort has more to do with how much you actually wrote in terms of showing effort in your attack, but even I don't like that much because sometimes a complex move has a simple counter. My point is moreso that pretty much everything I've been doing here, in this story-based roleplay, has been based on nothing more than trying to make it a good, entertaining read. In case no one actually noticed by now, my fight with Djinn had a staged outcome. That's why I was perfectly comfortable doing a massive, flashy finisher attack. I didn't need to have Tenkai sit around and scratch his ass for three posts in order to do it, and if you really wanted to get technical, you could say that everything he did in the set-up to the binding technique was a "prep", since it feels like preps are just arbitrary acknowledgements that you're firing yourself up for a powerful move. Because if I can prep while I'm dipping and dodging and weaving and swinging and everything like that, it becomes little more than me adding a blurb in my post saying "oh yeah, he's up, charging his ki and all while he does this, lol". That being said, I agree with you, namely... That's honestly where this whole conflict comes up. Lol-noing, no-uing, whatever you want to call it. Especially when, in a story-based RP, if there's something that a character really wants to do but needs cooperation for it, it is necessary to have clear communication. To that end, we all failed. @Grubbistch I'd like to start off by saying that I'm sorry for having made this a bad experience for you or any of the others in this way. I saw the post earlier about the whole laughing thing, which was bad form on my part. Though the whole fight was getting silly, I should have remembered that this wasn't a competitive match and, as such, you were doing things that otherwise wouldn't have been acceptable for the same reasons I would, which was to enjoy yourself with the story. I could have done better and simply have been direct with the issue. Based on your last post, it seems as if my original hypothesis was correct. It's clear that Feuerkonig is your "big bad", a main-story-arc villain that you want to have the kind of significance as any big, final boss villain would. As such, when faced with characters whose writers feel they can stand toe to toe with that kind of force, it ends up with a sort of cognitive dissonance which ruins your personal immersion in the story. You wanted to feel like an unstoppable villain, and when that didn't happen, everything was just sortof downhill from there storyline. I think the fact that you've had an epiphany in seeing the problems with writing a villain like that is a good thing. Truth be told, with the way the story is right now, having two "big unstoppable villains" can make things very difficult to play with story-wise. That being said, I don't think it would work very well if even Dredge put himself out there like that. In order to get to that kind of level where your character is given that level of gravity, there has to be some amount of slow burn. There has to be build up. They can't just pop up out of nowhere in a story that came just as much out of nowhere and expect people to "job" to them like that (which is basically pro wrestling lingo for taking a dive in a fight). It's definitely possible when there's good rapport and communication, but when that communication doesn't exist, it's virtually impossible to accomplish that barring someone lucking out and running into someone who enthusiastically wants your character to beat them up. I mainly stepped in to intervene on your final attack for two reasons: 1. We were planning on having all three of us work together to significantly reduce the damage. That's why, at least as far as I went, wanted to convey that you'd still have people who would end up getting caught by it, and the fact that it would take the efforts of three people to repel it should be giving your character more than enough weight. And 2. I just didn't think, over the course of everything that happened so far, that your character earned the right to deal that kind of a blow in the midst of a retreat, which would have ultimately turned a full rout right on its head into a decimation of the beachside forces. You admit yourself, though, that your mistake was going into this with a competitive mindset, which honestly seems like you just did so unintentionally. You knew it was story mode, but in following your desire to make your character a heavyweight villain, you thought the only way you could do this was by just killing people. Of course, that obviously goes against the rule about no killing without permission, which brought it purely into a competitive territory while at the same time maintaining the leeway you had to give your character plot armor and amazing feats like wide-range multi-angle threat vectors (the multiple floating sword, passive heat aura, etc.) and indestructible self-repairing armor. It was these things that originally had us all scratching our heads and taking this in the wrong direction, though it really wasn't something you needed to be laughed at for. I'm sorry. In the future, when you think the only way to develop your character as a villain is to kill someone off, you need to ask for someone who's willing to job-the-final-job for you in order to "put you over" (blame @Tres Ecstuffuan for all of this pro-wrestling lingo, but its true). I don't think its wrong at all to do a Sauron or Vader-like "dark lord" villain, but you gotta have the right amount of build up and the right level of rapport. Especially when a character that goes into that level of story weight is essentially a "boss" character and has no business fighting anyone one on one in the first place without, invariably, putting the enemy hero "over" by being the only one facing such a powerful foe. It's almost like the trope of the Law of Conservation of Pirates/Ninjas, but with different nuances. Let it be clear, my intent was definitely not to send your weapons back at you. Though physics be damned already, my character's ability was just going to deflect them and prevent them from hitting the defenders. Now, I could have gone further and said that the power strikes cut through the swords, which, given part of the sword's ability, would cut off Feuer's control to the blades, but I didn't think it was going to end up as a game of sword volleyball or that you could control the swords indefinitely. It sounded more like when you were "returning their weapons", you were flinging at them, which is just throwing them with your mind as opposed to some long-range thrust. Having the control be indefinite like that poses its own problems, because it essentially means you can never miss, be dodged or parried. Anything that misses its mark just gets redirected, typically from the flank of the opponent. It becomes a constantly applied threat vector no different than fighting a guy who has no body and can practically teleport around you while you're fighting a much larger armored opponent. For that matter, there would be nothing stopping you from controlling every single sword from as long a range as the escape boat itself, commanding an army of bodiless weapons that would not easily tire the way a warrior would. It becomes a high-reward, low-effort ability, and that isn't fun for anyone in a story. At least not at this particular juncture. Even @Fierach, who sent some of them back at you, wasn't trying to completely invalidate your attack, seeing as he was only sending some back instead of everything. Though I can see how that can end up in confusion. For my part, I did try my best to write your character as having some level of weight as a formidable villain. But just as you see your character as a formidable villain, Tenkai, James and the Order are formidable heroes. I agree it doesn't give us any right to treat you as weak, but neither does it give you the same ability. That being said, although the talk of "weakness" was mostly just your typical in-character jibing (because villains ALWAYS say that, and heroes ALWAYS have some retort), it did feel like it had gotten to a point where the lines were being blurred. This is a fault of our level of communication, which, as it has been established, could have been a lot better. I honestly think the best way to sum this up, in my opinion, would be as follows. Feuerkonig sends out his final wave of swords in culmination of his Bladestorm attack. The three of us (Tenkai, James, and @spacegy4's mech) do their part in minimalizing the damage, which ultimately prevents the wide-spanning attack from decimating the defending forces. Some are not so lucky, but through their combined efforts are able to negate most of it. However, just because they negate most of the attack doesn't mean it had no purpose, because it would still cause enough suppression to halt what would have otherwise become a full rout of the enemy force. The defenders are unable to advance forward to continue picking off retreating enemies because they're busy deflecting the swords, which buys the Legion and their allies the time they need to complete their escape, living to fight another day. That seems reasonable, doesn't it? Your attack doesn't have to wipe out swathes of the army to have some sort of meaning and establish your character as a powerful foe. @Dredge @amenities @supernal Tagging you guys to see what I put above in bold, in case you want to weigh in on the suggestion. @Damnatus Tagging YOU because you should honestly open up, like, a villain workshop or something, for posterity. :U
  7. Tenkai Matsumoto

    Two if by Sea (Last Chance Raid)

    Character Name: Tenkai Matsumoto, Custodes Seekers Squads 1 and 2 Affiliation: The Order of Force Majeure Allies: Last Chance Defense Coalition @Fierach @amenities @Twitterpated @Deus Ex Aizen @Narcissa @jaistlyn @spacegy4 @Aleksei Enemies: Legion of Doom/Black Spear Cartel @Dredge @Grubbistch @Frostbinder @Zashiii @PurplePanda @Bureku @Djinn&Juice(???) ( And anyone I may have missed in the above two fields .w.;;; ) Location/Objective: Regrouping at beach, routing the enemy Following Tenkai's order, the Custodes Seekers soon arrived at the relief tents by the beachside, where much of the defense force had gathered in a decisive effort to drive the Legion of Doom back. While they had fought into the city, the defenders had somehow managed to force the Legion into a fighting retreat as they sought to secure safe passage back to their vessels. With the Greatswords seen clearly in the field among the soldiers and mages of Terrenus bringing steel and fire to their fleeing foe, it became clear what Master Eredas intended to do. They were turning the Legion's retreat into a full rout. The enemy must have known that pressing further into the city would cost them far more than what they would ever gain, and the retreat was no doubt the only way they could save what remained of their forces, to live and fight another day. But the Order intended to make them pay for the lives they had taken this day, and they would not escape the price that must be paid. The two Seekers who had previously joined Tenkai had been tasked with detaining Perestroika, the wily and cunning necromancer whose aerial assault had aided the enemy greatly in laying their siege. With the warrior monk having dispatched the dragon and defeated the necromancer, that threat was no longer on the field, and the Legion had lost yet another means of escape as well as a valuable asset. Any Legion forces that dropped into the city and did not manage to link up with their allies at the prison would end up trapped and rounded up by the Terrenus military. For all the trouble she had caused, she should have been executed, but Sir Tenkai had instructed them to keep her secure, For what reason, the two Seekers neither knew not did they object. Master Eredas trusted Tenkai, and so would they. The other six, led by the orc with the heavy crossbow, would soon take formation at the high ground behind their Greatsword fellows and Terran allies. From there, they laid down fire with an unrelenting fury as great as the other Custodes. Heavy steel bolts fired like miniature ballistae, penetrating through lines of retreating Legionnaires with a single shot, albeit with a much slower rate of fire than the other Seekers' weapons of choice. Volleys of auto-crossbow fire punched through the armor of fleeing warriors. A single Seeker put aside his rifle in exchange for the longbow on his back as if out of preference, picking off targets with steel bodkins. Many would invariably get away in the end, but not without heavy losses. Unfortunately, it seemed as if the enemy had plans of their own. Feurerkönig, the Fire King himself, had relinquished his hold on the vast assortment of weapons he had amassed by flinging them at the Terrenus army like a massive rain of steel. With a single show of force, he intended to reverse the rout and turn the tables on the force that sought to make his escape a costly one. That being said, it seemed as if the Fire King and his forces showed little regard for even their own allies in the Legion as they made their escape, these seething engines of hatred intended to cut down any who stood in their way. Had something managed to sour the relationship between Feurerkönig and Dredge? Was it the shameful state of retreat that brought about this displeasure? Or was this could simply have been the way the Fire King chose to treat his allies? That much was to be expected of one who made an enemy of life itself. To the Seekers and the other warriors of the Order, however, that was unimportant. What was important was the wave of steel that sought to cripple the defenders of Last Chance, a gale-force volley of swords that threatened to turn the rout against them. For all that they could do, the Seekers had no recourse other than to take cover. Surely they had no means of countering such might... But there were others who could. Springing forth from the defender's flank was Tenkai, having taken a separate route from the Seekers with the original intent of blindsiding whatever battle line they were met with. That was, of course, until he saw the enemy forces in full retreat. Though there was much he could do in aiding the rout, overextending himself against a fleeing enemy would be far too foolish. Instead, Tenkai put himself in the way of a large section of the oncoming sword volley. At first, this seemed like nothing but some desperate suicidal defense, as if the monk was leaping in the path of the storm of swords in hopes that he may shield one or two people with his body. Nothing of that sort would do anything to stop the amount of casualties that would result from such an attack. Yet Tenkai had no intention of something so foolish. By his own perception, all things within reach of his sword's measure were in his field of influence, his focus reflecting off of each target before him as swiftly as the image of the moon reflects off of the water. It was this principle, the "suigetsu" that accounted for Shinkage-ryu's unparalleled alacrity. It was only by an exertion of his will that he expanded this range in a near instant, right as he began to make his move. Amidst the darkening of the overwhelming onslaught of steel, an eruption of light burst forth in a series of rapid azure streaks. It wouldn't take long for onlookers to realize that it was the light reflecting off of Tenkai's Muramasa as it cut through the air in a high-speed barrage of sword strokes. The monk sought to counter the storm of swords with a storm of strikes, each one displacing the air pressure and extending three or so feet past the katana's normal length. Each strike parried one or more of the incoming blades, deflecting them wildly off course and into each other in a cascading effect that caused the rapid deflection to affect far more than what his sword could reach. After hitting its crescendo, the veritable barrier of slashes was released, expanding outward several more feet in a release of ki and air pressure that blew away the rest of the swords in the monk's way and sparing the Terran soldiers and Custodes behind him. 天乱網波 Tenran Mōha! (Heaven Riot Netting Wave) Tenkai's defensive maneuver would only account for some of the damage. Other swords were bound to get through, but he was not alone on the battlefield. Landing on the sands of the beach in front of the Custodes, the warrior monk stood defiantly against his fleeing enemy and the one who had sought to send such a cruel parting gift before his departure. Though the Fire King and his men had retreated far enough away that pursuit was unlikely, the monster's imposing figure was hard to miss, and neither was that of the lord of the Legion himself. That being said, even Tenkai could see the molten stump where Feurerkönig's arm had once been. It was James' handiwork, that was for sure. There he stood, now rejoined with the rest of the defenders and the Order, each of whom had fought their own battles just as he did. He gazed at the enemy with his single living eye whilst his other "eye" balefully peered at them from beneath his eyepatch, a single point of light in the darkness only visible to those who could sense the spirits as he did. Tenkai raised his right arm, pointing his cursed blade in the direction of the fleeing Legion and Kriegssoldats. Though it was nothing more than a mere Japanese sword by appearance, the light struck the blade in such a way as only a blade with its own aura could, gleaming against the dying light as if the sword, too, was staring the enemy down. For now, the Legion would have its retreat, its lord robbed of his ultimate prize, their smaller victories pyrrhic at best. He knew they would return, elsewhere perhaps, and continue their unholy mission to bring death to these lands. They would know, however, that the Order would be there to stand in their way once more, and that James Eredas and Jinsoku Hayabusa would not be the only thorns in their side.
  8. Tenkai Matsumoto

    Two If By Sea (Last Chance Raid OOC)

    Do not worry, Panda-person. I shall save you all! ;w;
  9. Tenkai Matsumoto

    Two if by Sea (Last Chance Raid)

    Character Name: Tenkai Matsumoto; OFM Custodes Seekers squads 1 and 2 Affiliation: Order of Force Majeure Allies: Terrenus Military Forces, @Fierach @Twitterpated @amenities, @PandaHat Enemies: Legion of Doom (@Dredge), Blackspear Cartel (@Zashiii) Location/Objective: Securing @Djinn&Juice , Black Spear Cartel escaped; Seekers regrouping Tenkai had no reason to immediately stop Perestroika. He already knew there were no more bullets in that gun. Yet seeing her attempt to do it in such a state wrenched his heart in knots the likes of which he hadn’t felt ever since his blood had run cold long ago. He angrily smacked the gun out of her hands, his face a contorted mix of rage, disappointment and hurt. “All of this...all of this, just to matter to someone?” Was this how Dredge had brought so many to his side? Were they all this desperate and without hope? It was at this point that Tenkai remembered why he had hated war, and why he had always been so reluctant to take part in them. No, he did not regret his choice. If anything, it was his purpose to take part in it, if only so that he could better see what caused it and how to prevent it. Hiding from it like he always used to accomplished nothing. War was yet another enemy, and he could never fight an enemy he did not understand. Yet it still turned his stomach. The other squad of Seekers seemed to be engaging another group of hostiles, and Tenkai peered at them with a sideways glance. These warriors were nothing like the Legion that had been marching upon the beach, or the cruel commanders that ordered them to fight. How could these be the same people who butchered the innocent of Tomro and brought about the Red Festival? There were so many questions he had to ask, yet there was not nearly enough time. —————————————— “Needless slaughter!?” shouted Kreutzwald, one of the Seekers that had previously fired at the group to no avail. “You’re the ones invading this city! If this is so ‘needless’ then why are you—!?” “Stand down, Kreutzwald!” bellowed the heavy crossbowman next to him, who was also the squad leader. Something about Middy’s words did not sit right with him, and shouting matches would be as useless as the suppressing fire the warrior had so deftly deflected. He removed his helmet, revealing that the Seeker was, in fact, an orc. An orc of slightly leaner build (at least relative to other orcs) but an orc nonetheless. Whether he was an orc of Terrenus, some other continent or even some place outside of Valucre like much of the Order was irrelevant. Custodes Seekers came from a myriad of places, former rogues and rangers who pledged their service to the Order like the rest of the Custodes. Peoples of different races united by a common purpose...just like the Legion was. The difference was the purpose, and that meant everything. “Human, huh?” he said, as the warrior and his group vanished behind the cloud of smoke. They wouldn’t even see their ally, Mayumi, pull them all out of danger and over the wall. They may as well have disappeared entirely. “Should we pursue them, captain?” said Dupont over vox comms. “No. Our job here is done.” The orc looked up at the sky. The dragons that had darkened them this entire battle and terrorized the city were now falling from the sky in pieces, breaking up into piles of bones and desiccated flesh. Sir Tenkai’s final strike had finished the job. ———————————— Though the Seekers had not seen the hostiles escape, Tenkai had. The Seekers were capable of night-vision and extended sight with their gear, but they couldn’t see through smoke without some sort of heat vision. Tenkai’s Soul Sight, on the other hand, was a bit more effective. He watched them as they made their escape, but he did not rush to pursue them. He simply looked at them, particularly the one named Middy, who like himself only had one eye. He let his gaze meet his, a piercing stare against his impassive resolve. Tenkai looked like he could have easily pursued them, or execute Perestroika and move on. The monk had done neither. Once they had disappeared, the rest of the Seekers that had been up in their perches firing at dragons came down to join the knight. “Orders?” one of them asked. “Take her to the medical tents by the beach,” said Tenkai. There were tents that were closer than that, but they had likely been evacuated due to the siege. “Link up with the rest of the Custodes and Master Eredas. Reinforce their offensive.” Tenkai looked at the Luger on the floor. “Take her gun, too,” he said. Why he wanted it kept was anyone’s guess. “This girl is in Order custody now. My custody. Make sure the Terrenus Military knows that.” It may end up being a point of contention between the Order and Terrenus, but Tenkai was willing to take point on that if need be. Hopefully his deeds done here today would give him enough pull with the Terrenus Military to earn that right. “And you, sir?” “I’ll go where I’m needed,” he said. “Keep your comms open.” With that, Tenkai deployed his grapple launcher and launched himself up to the rooftops. “That’s the second tone he’s done that today...” grumbled the unnamed orcish Seeker before putting his helmet back on and turning to his fellow Custodes. “Let’s move out.”
  10. Tenkai Matsumoto

    Two If By Sea (Last Chance Raid OOC)

    Oh wait so then ...wait wat do I do? .w.;;
  11. Tenkai Matsumoto

    Two If By Sea (Last Chance Raid OOC)

    @Zashiii Oh, I see. Makes sense. owo Though it seems like @PurplePanda just removed you guys from the picture. .w.;;; Not sure how to respond to that. I guess I’ll just have the Seekers say something before they’re pulled away. i mean, unless I’m wrong. It looked like you guys headed straight for where I was, then went right over a wall. Where are you both now?
  12. Tenkai Matsumoto

    Two If By Sea (Last Chance Raid OOC)

    @Zashiii Just a smidgeon of confusion here .w.; I did notice Middy. I think there’s a part where I say they were firing at the 3 of them, unless I misunderstood how far away he is from them. It doesn’t really matter though, I figure that was just for dramatic purposes. The Seekers are on higher ground, towers and rooftops, so Middy wouldn’t be able to look down on them (unless you meant that metaphorically). The smoke would obscure their sight of you if it completely covered you, but not if it’s just a close range obstruction. They’re too far away and too high up for that. Another additional note is that these are steel bolts, not really arrows, though it doesn’t matter. I have no problem with you partying them either way, I just didn’t want there to be confusion over the ammunition. At any rate, are you intending this to be an out/escape in order to get Shethid, Mayumi and Middy our of danger/back to the beach? Or did you want a a confrontation? Truth be told, Tenkai is more suited for a war of words than the Seekers. Especially considering that Middy’s words and motives are peculiarly counterproductive to the Legion’s goals. If you want, I’ll be wrapping up my scene with Perestroika in the next post and can have him confront/question them. Otherwise, if you’re having them retreat I can just have them slip away.
  13. Tenkai Matsumoto

    Two if by Sea (Last Chance Raid)

    Character Name: OFM Custodes Seekers squad Affiliation: Order of Force Majeure Allies: Terrenus Military Forces, @Fierach @Twitterpated @amenities, Tenkai Matsumoto, @PandaHat Enemies: Legion of Doom (@Dredge), Blackspear Cartel (@Zashiii) Location/Objective: @PurplePanda neutralized? Assessing situation with Blackspear Cartel (@Zashiii) "Hit confirmed!" said the heavy crossbow-wielding Seeker over his communicator. "Kill confirmed?" asked the squad leader, somewhat impatiently. "Negative...I think?" "You think?" "It's a regenerator, they're getting back up." "Sir Tenkai seems to be finishing this up. He should be able to take care of it. You read the file." Regardless, it seemed as if Mayumi was being kept busy by a bunch of airborne drones, likely another asset of the Terrenus Military. That was good enough for them. Their priority was giving cover to Tenkai, and it looked like things were starting to finish up. They did not, however, expect the warrior monk to finish things with such...force. They were dumbstruck just as much as Mayumi was, though perhaps not to the point of immobility. These weren't a bunch of green fresh-out-of-the-academy troopers. They were Custodes Seekers of the Order of Force Majuere. They had already come to expect this sort of thing, between this and the bursts of flame and crack of lightning in the distance on the front lines. Even so... "Incredible! Target eliminated, I repeat, target eliminated!" "Don't jump for joy just yet," said the squad leader, "Focus on your mission." Returning their attention to the field, the two Seekers that had been engaging Mayumi noticed that there were new players on the field. They didn't even notice them sail through the air with all of the chaos erupting around them. Strangely enough, they didn't look like any of the other Legion of Doom forces attacking the city, but neither did the elf they had just taken out of the picture. Of course, the Seekers couldn't have cared less whether they were human or not. Perhaps to the Legion this was about a race war, but for the Order it was about justice, and humans were just as capable in their capacity to be monsters. It looked like they were healing their comrade, and it would be a bad idea to just let them do as they pleased with impunity. "Kreutzwald, Dupont, lay down suppressing fire!" shouted the squad leader over comms. "Laying down suppressing fire," said the first sniper, or "Kreutzwald" rather, before joining his comrade at the other post by unleashing a torrent of automatic crossbow bolts in the general vicinity of Shethid, Middy and the stasis-locked Mayumi. These bolts were like the ones that the heavy crossbowman had fired, thick steel spikes that could punch through armor through sheer force, yet their consecration was far less intricate than the more costly and heavy duty bolts. They were ritually anointed, but there was no silver used in their construction. This was necessary, of course, because they were being fired in high volume and would otherwise cost the Order a fortune. The intention was to pin them down or force a retreat. Simply sitting out there in the middle of the field to heal their comrade was a bad idea. If they wanted to make sure Mayumi got out of this, they would need to get away from the Seekers up in the rooftops. Meanwhile... --------------------------------------------------------- Character Name: Tenkai Matsumoto Affiliation: Order of Force Majeure Allies: Terrenus Military Forces, @Fierach @Twitterpated @amenities, @PandaHat Enemies: Legion of Doom (@Dredge), Blackspear Cartel (@Zashiii) Location/Objective: Dealing with Perestroika @Djinn&Juice Though Tenkai could see Perestroika's soul and the conflicted nature inside of it, for the moment it didn't mean anything to him. Or at least it would seem like it didn't. At this point he could have easily just run her through or cut her to pieces, but instead he just punched her in the face so hard, her nose would have broken if she didn't catch it on the side of her jaw. Not that this was a better outcome. As she continued to plead, Tenkai only grew more furious at what appeared to be such immense cowardice. She had come here, bringing with her a slew of undead dragons, an act that in and of itself was a sin against life, and sought to use them to aid a madman hellbent on nothing more than wanton destruction. People had died here today because of her. He pummeled her as she made a pathetic plea for her life, her words cut off in between by heavy strikes to her face, ribs and stomach. Had Perestroika ever been punched before, it would be nothing like the beating she would get here. Like the other Knights of the Order, Tenkai was a martial artist on top of that. This wasn't just some back-alley brawl or bar-side beatdown. This was a real punch. She would have a hard time deciding whether it hurt more from Tenkai's armored fist or the one that was simply covered by his bodysuit fabric. He had put away his sword before engaging in this assault, however. Why? Why not just cut her down right here and now? The pleading only made him hit harder, faster, until his fists were a complete blur. It was only when she collapsed to the floor and stopped speaking that he seized her by the neck, lifting her up with his armored right hand, left hand free to draw his sword in reverse grip if necessary. It was as if he had not even noticed her tears until now, and the moment he saw that battered and bruised face sobbing like a child, it struck him like a blade through his heart. Why? What was going on here? Why? "Why? Why are you crying? You came here to kill these people, didn't you? Are you not part of the Legion? A warrior? Do you have any idea what you've done!? WHY? WHY ARE YOU CRYING? ANSWER ME, YOU COWARD!!!" "Sir Tenkai!" Two of the Seekers from Squad 1, the other squad Tenkai had sent to defend the city, swung in from their grapples with weapons raised. They must have seen Tenkai finish the dragon. "Should we finish the job?" "STAND DOWN!" shouted Tenkai as he gestured to them on top of his order. The necromancer was at his mercy, not theirs. Tenkai wanted to hear what she had to say. The grip loosened on her throat as he dropped her to the floor. Why was she here? Why was she crying? Just who or what were these Legion forces, and how did Dredge bring them here? What was someone so conflicted and scared doing among the same people who caused the Red Festival? How far did this manipulation go? (( FOR THE RECORD, so there's no confusion about NPCs... Squad 2 Seekers are still up in the rooftops/towers, now firing suppressing fire at Shethid, Middy and Mayumi. Four Seekers total. Half of Squad 2, two Seekers total, have joined Tenkai with Perestroika. The other half, two total, are still in the rooftops on another point in the city doing overwatch. The other two squads, eight Seekers total, were supposed to be by the prison and were put under Fierach's control, for whatever he wishes to do with them. If not that, then they're just there shooting at Legion forces by the prison. That's 16 total. Ok now i'm late for work. ;w;))
  14. Tenkai Matsumoto

    Two If By Sea (Last Chance Raid OOC)

    Before people...erm...misconstrue what I just did and start coming with tar and feathers... .w.;;;; Just so that you all know, I've been working with @Djinn&Juice so I don't want anyone to think I'm trying to auto anyone or be OP. This kind of thing isn't even CLOSE to what I would do in a competitive setting, let alone without permission in a regular roleplay. It's just special effects. .w.
  15. Tenkai Matsumoto

    Two if by Sea (Last Chance Raid)

    Character Name: OFM Custodes Seekers squad 2 Affiliation: Order of Force Majeure Allies: Terrenus Military Forces, @Fierach @Twitterpated @amenities, Tenkai Matsumoto Enemies: Legion of Doom (@Dredge), Blackspear Cartel (@Zashiii) Location/Objective: Intervene with hostile attacker @PurplePanda K-THOOM! Contrary to what Mayumi had previously thought, someone had indeed noticed her. Tenkai may have been fighting the dragon alone, but he certainly was not alone on the field. With the other dragons currently being kept busy by the anti-air defenses of the Terrenus Military, the Custodes Seekers of the Order of Force Majuere were free to maintain Overwatch on Tenkai. The Order Knight was currently too preoccupied to give them direct orders, but that was one advantage the Order had over other paramilitary organizations. Their warriors had some degree of autonomy, and none of them were going to go against logic and simply sit around while their captain was flanked by forces making their way through the beach and past the wall. They knew it was their job to defend the city first and foremost, and when the dragons were out of the way, there were still many other targets for them to choose. It wasn't like Tenkai would not have noticed Mayumi, either. Nor would his opponent, it seemed. However, being locked in such a heated battle gave little room for distraction. At least on Tenkai's end, he was aware that additional hostiles were making their way onto the field, one way or another. But diverting his attention to respond to the elf was a good way to get blindsided by the massive dragon. That was what the Seekers were here for. That loud "K-THOOM!" was the sound of one of the heavy crossbowmen from the Seeker squad firing a foot-long steel bolt at Mayumi's position with unerring accuracy. It was fired in such a way that would lead the target, so if she continued her advance she would end up pinned to the ground with a consecrated bolt that would deal aggravated damage to any dark-spawned or unholy creature. It was not the kind of hit that would be so easily recovered from. There was enough time for Mayumi to avoid getting hit if she backed off fast enough, but being so close to having her head or chest run through by a giant spike would definitely grab her attention. So far there were only two of them aiming at her, which was half of Squad 2. The heavy crossbowman was already in the process of reloading, while the spotter was taking aim with his pneumatic auto-crossbow in order to lay suppressing fire down upon the vicious elf. The other half of the squad was at the ready atop another building far to the left of the first two's position, but they were keeping a lookout for any other Legion forces spilling through. Still, they were prepared to engage if their comrades were in trouble. The Seekers were not going to let Mayumi get any further past that point, preventing her from, oddly enough, attacking what seemed to be her own ally. In truth, however, Mayumi should have thanked them, because she did not want to be in the way of what was about to happen. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Character Name: Tenkai Matsumoto Affiliation: Order of Force Majeure Allies: Terrenus Military Forces, @Fierach @Twitterpated @amenities Enemies: Legion of Doom (@Dredge), Blackspear Cartel (@Zashiii), @FirePenguinDiscoPanda Location/Objective: Unleash the Wrath of Heaven The trap was sprung. 貰った! I have you! As the rosary beads harmlessly plunked off of the monstrous undead beast, Tenkai swiftly took action as he returned Muramasa to its sheath in a deft motion. He clasped his hands together in the gebaku-in mudra, the “seal of the outer bind”, his fingers lace together after a resounding clap of his hands. In an instant, his rosary necklace broke apart into individual beads that came to life, wreathed in a crackling blue aura of spiritual power. After briefly separating, they closed in around Luthrim’s neck, flying in from all sides to form links in a chain that kept its head bound in place. The acidic ichor bubbling in its throat was stifled to a putrid gargle as the bind took effect. But that was merely one part of Tenkai’s stratagem. नमः समन्तवज्राणां चण्डमहारोषणस्फोटय हूँ त्रट् हाँ माँ, नमः समन्तवज्राणां चण्डमहारोषणस्फोटय हूँ त्रट् हाँ माँ... "Naumaku samanda bazaradan senda maka roshada sowataya un tarata kanman, naumaku samanda bazaradan senda maka roshada sowataya un tarata kanman...." The Sanskrit inscription on his left arm came to life, burning blue-white through the psychoreactive material of his bodysuit and spreading along the material as he quickly chanted the mantra. Between the speed of his chant and the fact that it wasn't entirely likely that Perestroika could understand Sanskrit, let alone in Japanese pronunciation, it would sound like Tenkai was just mumbling gibberish. But that "gibberish" was echoing from his mouth as if whispered by several other voices, so a necromancer like her would at least be able to piece together that it was some sort of incantation. By that point, however, it was already too late. DRAMATIC TIDE-TURNING STRATEGY REVEAL THEME: Unless Perestroika had been too preoccupied to notice, Tenkai hadn't just stumbled all over Luthrim's body because he couldn't keep his footing. He had been leaving strips of paper where his left hand made contact, the same ones he had pulled from his kimono top before leaping onto the dragon. These were ofuda, votive strips of paper used in both Shinto and esoteric Buddhism as charms and talismans. These in particular were inscribed with Buddhist sutras meant to bind and restrain demons and the undead. On top of that, there were the two vajra stabbed into the right and left sides of the beast. Like the rosary beads, these weren't just fancy little religious knick-knacks. These were consecrated items that could be used as a focal point for Tenkai's spiritual power. With the binding ability of his rosary beads combined with the added modifiers of the ofuda talismans and vajra focal points, Tenkai's normally smaller-scale binding ability was enhanced to the point where it could bind an abomination like Luthrim in place. 明王金剛縛 Myo-oh Kongou Baku! (Wisdom King Adamantine Binding) Both Perestroika and her creation would feel as if they were caught in the lasso of Fudō Myō-ō, the Immovable Wisdom King himself. Not only would Luthrim not be able to move, but neither would its mistress. Perestroika's previous ability to move with complete freedom through the dragon's flesh would be abruptly halted, essentially trapping her inside of her own creation. There would be no splitting apart into pieces this time. It was a necessary tactic, for otherwise there would be no way for the warrior monk to land a decisive hit on his opponent. There was no way he could dance around swiping at flying body parts that could evade his strikes so easily when his target was so large. He would have been overwhelmed far too quickly. But now Tenkai had the dragon right where he wanted it. Perhaps in addition to this, the necromancer would have noticed yet another key piece of information. It was the spot on Luthrim's body that Tenkai had stabbed into with his sword in order to get onto its body. It was probably such a small stab wound compared to the entirety of the dragon's size that it was little more than a pinprick, but the important thing to note was that it would not heal. Perestroika wouldn't even be able to manipulate that small section of pierced flesh, as if the flesh was truly "dead". It was similar to the effects that all the consecrated weapons and ammunition had upon the undead, yet this was not exactly the same. It was something much deeper than holy power, and she was about to find out why. The binding won't last for long without me keeping it channeled, thought Tenkai. The ofuda and vajra will help stabilize it, but I only have one shot at this! "HMM!" With a final utterance, Tenkai poured his spiritual power into the binding and released his hand seal, drawing Muramasa from its sheath with blinding speed as he charged at the bound dragon. DECISIVE FINISHING BLOW THEME: 我は運命を断つ刃成り... Ware wa unmei wo tatsu jin nari... "I am the blade that severs fate..." Tenkai picked up speed as he focused his ki into Muramasa, holding it at his right side with the blade trailing behind him. ...妄想を打ち砕く拳成り... ...mousou wo uchikudaku kobushi nari... "...the fist that shatters delusion..." Crackling surges of ki arced off of Muramasa like electricity as Tenkai built up momentum in his charge. ...悪人を燃える魂成り! ...akunin wo moeru tamashii nari! "...the soul that burns the wicked!" Muramasa's cursed aura flared to life, licking off of it like an azure flame as the blade glowed blue-white in Tenkai's grasp. It pierced through the shadows of the war-torn streets of Last Chance, a tiny sliver of light against overwhelming darkness. 我の前に罪なき人々を傷つける者はすべて斬られる... Ware no mae ni tsumi naki hitobito o kizutsukeru mono wa subete kirareru... "All those who hurt the innocent before me will be cut down..." He aimed his grapple once more, firing it at whatever balcony, outcropping or post that was high enough to give him enough room. The grapple pulled him off of the ground at high speed, and just before hitting the ledge Tenkai would release the catch, causing the hook to disengage and use the momentum to launch himself high into the air... ...我は天罰成り!!! ...ware wa tenbatsu nari!!! "...for I am the wrath of Heaven!" The launch sent Tenkai hurtling upward, twisting several times in mid air as he rose above the monstrous dragon, the zenith of his ascent bringing his sword up in preparation for a heavy downward swing. In the sky, the gleaming blade shone like a pinpoint of light in the sky. A beacon, however small it was, that would pierce the hearts of all who saw it. 受ける! 柳生新陰流...! "Ukero! Yagyu Shinkage-ryu...!" (Take this! Yagyu New Shadow School...!) WHOOSH! With a single downward swing, the light snuffed out, the torrent of power dissipating from the blade in an instant the moment his blade cut the air. It was nowhere near long enough to touch the dragon, yet somehow the sound of the blade displacing the air was so loud it could be hear around the city, like a sudden and abrupt rush of wind that was gone as soon as it came. For a moment, it almost seemed like nothing at all... 一刀両段 "Itto Ryodan!" (Cutting in Two with One Stroke) A massive crash rumbled through the city as dust and debris erupted in a single, unbroken line that cleaved through the street and crested above the form of the dragon in the same direction of the cut. The force of Tenkai's slash was so great that it was as if he had swung a sword several times its size at the dragon, enough to cut through its entire body in one stroke and part of the street behind and below it. From within the dragon's body, Perestroika would find that the cut was angled mere centimeters away from her body, close enough to cut off a few locks of her hair but not close enough to harm her. Regardless, she would be able to clearly see her undead construct split in two right before her eyes, in a way she had no control over for once. Trying to pull the body together would be futile as the effects of Muramasa took hold, dealing an unerringly mortal blow that could not be staunched by high speed regeneration. With the strike effectively "killing" the beast, the two halves of the dragon collapsed to either side with a resounding thud that shook the ground for several blocks. Eventually, the body would lose its constitution and fall apart into the very same flesh and bone building blocks Perestroika had constructed it from. This time, however, there would be no coming back. It was the right of the dead to rest in peace. The beads that had been around its neck had released, returning to the monk and re-attaching themselves like a bandoleer across his chest. Acidic ichor bubbled from where the dragon's throat had once been before dissipating entirely. With her creation no longer in operation, it was now only Tenkai and Perestroika, left bare before the instrument of karmic retribution in her way. And so Tenkai advanced, neither a run nor a saunter, but a purposeful march that spelled inevitable punishment with each step. Being a necromancer, it was likely that Perestroika would notice by now that the eyepatch over Tenkai's right eye wasn't covering an empty eyesocket. There was something under it, staring at her with a baleful white-hot gaze not of this world, able to see past the facade of her bravado and right into her wayward, conflicted soul. No doubt she would be able to feel that gaze, as necromancers were sensitive to matters relating to souls and the dead. Truly, with Tenkai's Soul Sight, all would be laid bare to him. He could not read her mind, but he did not need to. The soul bore truth in a much more subtle way, and being able to read its ebb and flow was a skill he possessed even before he had lost his eye. It had only become more refined in time. "The suffering you and your people have sown is unforgivable, necromancer," said Tenkai, speaking of the Red Festival and the massacre of Tomro. "I will make you answer for your sins, against both the innocent and life itself."
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