Nameless Samurai
Dedicated
Stars are like friends. Not always seen, but always there.
Roleplay posts: 235 
Age: 19
Physical Description: Lean, muscular, Wiry.
Has deep blue eyes, from his mother's side.
Has messy golden blonde hair.
Has a scar going diagonally across his face stating at above his right eyebrow down to his left cheek.
Clothes and Equipment: Normally: Green and black traveling clothes, wooden clogs, and a straw conical hat. He always keeps his pure white katana and wakizashi, to show his status as a samurai, and a red and black katana on his left hip.
Preparing for a battle: He has a green cuirass (do) with black trimmings as well as the helmet (kabuto) shaped to be a conical hat, the face mask (menpo), the armoured sleeves (kote), the greaves (suneate), the cuisses (haidate), and the shoulder guards (sode) all the same color and trimmings.
He has multiple other weapons stored in a personal pocket dimension.
One of which is his double bladed black scythe that has the standard long curved blade and a shorter one curving up under it with a space of a body between them.
A long bow
A short bow
About a hundred arrows
Throwing knives(Kunai)
Throwing stars (shuriken)
A few black eggs
A spiked chain
Sickles
Naginata
Rope
A red and black wakizashi
Registered: May 27, 2015 19:21:33 GMT -8
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Post by Nameless Samurai on Apr 28, 2017 19:53:47 GMT -8
He glanced at him before closing his eyes and falling to the ground on his stomach. "Looks like this timeline, I die..." He whispered as he fell to the ground, his chest not moving and his vital going to nonexistent.
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Muramatsu Takanori
Established
Roleplay posts: 10
Registered: Apr 26, 2017 13:59:51 GMT -8
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Post by Muramatsu Takanori on Apr 28, 2017 19:59:27 GMT -8
Pana knew this strange woman was more than capable of handling herself, being able to take on three people at once, but she felt like she needed to help regardless. The moment Ishida ran to assist his allies and took his eyes off her, she burst forward with incredible speed and rammed her short sword chest high to her- about at Ishida's lower back- into his spinal column as he raised his sword over his head. Unfortunately for Pana, Muramatsu had maneuvered to cover Ishida's '6 when he dashed forward. As Pana stepped forwards with quick speed, he was there was well... Pana's short sword thrust forward, but Muramatsu's right sword was going for the interception, seeking to smash Pana's sword aside with relentless force so that it veered wildly aside its target, also opening her left side to him as he came in for a possible tackle. |
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Tika Seya
Committed
Roleplay posts: 78 
Age: 19
Physical Description: Long raven hair, blue eyes, and an average build. Soft features.
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Clothes and Equipment:
A pink kimono is accented by the red trim of her lower hiyoko layer, an ornamental display of feminity in what was otherwise a men's cut of garb free of the constrictions of traditional female clothing. A white obi holds a single katana to her left hip. Zori sandals and white socks. Her hakama trousers were the deep color of violet, with a display of light rosey flowers bedazzling the hem of the left leg.
Her sword, Hikari-no-Kazu: http://i.imgur.com/P6AzAI8.jpg
Registered: Apr 25, 2017 20:44:32 GMT -8
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Post by Tika Seya on Apr 28, 2017 20:28:58 GMT -8
And back up he did... literally. Stepping away from her before exploding into a dash for the melee in the street, where a friend had just been felled in cold blood. His sword rose, urging for blood, as he moved in on the other flank of her. Kuro went for the blunt attack, and if he was able, he wouldn't be so kind. His sword would descend on her left shoulder in a cut, but from a distance where only the upper end would cleave into her shoulder. But cutting vertically, he put a great amount of power while reducing the likelihood of him striking his ally.
Her normally soft, shy voice now had a very serious undertone, but never did she seem to speak loudly.
"...Just run. Come any closer, and I will kill you." |
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Kuro Issen
Established
Roleplay posts: 24
Registered: Apr 27, 2017 11:30:37 GMT -8
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Post by Kuro Issen on Apr 28, 2017 21:02:19 GMT -8
Kuro approached cautiously.
He had seen the recklessness of his allies, but was reluctant to move forward. He felt he could possible handle her with a little more skill, but was it really worth it? Was all this worth it over a sword that was now covered in the blood of his friends?
Well, until his boss called it off, he'd continue. Stepping forward, he brings his blade to hers, meeting it in a cross as he tapped its right flat...
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Kiara
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 123
Registered: Dec 26, 2016 13:03:31 GMT -8
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Post by Kiara on Apr 28, 2017 21:12:09 GMT -8
Kiara was coming back at a run now. she'd stop just outside the boundary of the fighting to watch, hoping it would stop soon... and she draws her short sword, preparing to help Pana
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Yoshitori
Established
Roleplay posts: 40
Registered: Sept 29, 2015 8:53:21 GMT -8
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Post by Yoshitori on Apr 28, 2017 21:25:03 GMT -8
Yoshitori saw that that was enough. Nameless had realized the folly of his actions, and while he wasn't fully convinced the man was dead, he should know enough now not to try to intervene.
"That's enough!"
His command barked across the whole scene, sharp and sudden. Yoshitori could see clearly that nothing had gone according to plan. He stayed where he was, between the road melee and Nameless, in order to prevent him from leaving the scene before he and his remaining companions.
"Kuro! Muramatsu! Let's get out of here!"
And that was that. Without any further utterance or preamble, he strode off in a direction, clearly intending for the other two to follow. Their plans were now in jeopardy.
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 22, 2024 19:23:04 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Apr 28, 2017 21:27:53 GMT -8
As Yoshitori called out to drop their attack, Pana also stopped in her tracks and looked back to him. She moved back to let the two men walk by, looking at the ground as she did so.
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Tika Seya
Committed
Roleplay posts: 78
Age: 19
Physical Description: Long raven hair, blue eyes, and an average build. Soft features.
☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼
Clothes and Equipment:
A pink kimono is accented by the red trim of her lower hiyoko layer, an ornamental display of feminity in what was otherwise a men's cut of garb free of the constrictions of traditional female clothing. A white obi holds a single katana to her left hip. Zori sandals and white socks. Her hakama trousers were the deep color of violet, with a display of light rosey flowers bedazzling the hem of the left leg.
Her sword, Hikari-no-Kazu: http://i.imgur.com/P6AzAI8.jpg
Registered: Apr 25, 2017 20:44:32 GMT -8
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Post by Tika Seya on Apr 28, 2017 22:15:15 GMT -8
Blood now coated her sword and painted the ground in streaks and splatters that emphasized her prior movements, flecking the cobbled stones and her very outfit in crimson. Where the flowers bedazzled the left hem of her hakama's leg, splotches of blood were almost difficult to see, as though they could be a part of the floral rosey embroidery. Tika brought her sword up suddenly, with her hand nearly saluting at her right brow, before flicking excess blood towards the ground in a dramatic arc that swept low and back around to bring the blade back up to her left hip, the weapon's spine then setting dexterously upon the outer lip of her scabbard... Her left hand produced a nondescript white rag tucked inside of her obi, which she folded over the weapon's blade in the process of taking hold of her scabbard's throat. Sliding the entire length forward within her fingers, the last of the crimson streaks were removed as the point of the sword set itself neatly into the saya's opening. After simultaneously cleansing and bringing her sword to its sheath in a matter of seconds, she slowly, with practiced consideration from years of repetition in the dojo, slid the sword back into its housing.
And then... she stood there, her poise faltering and her breathing laborious, chest sore... she was very shaken, almost to the point of trembling, but she did not allow it. A single tear clung to her left eye, refusing to roll down her blushed cheek as she looked around at the others, her young diaphragm gasping for breath as she stood tall, struggling to maintain the illusion of impenetrable spirit and strength.
"Are... are you okay..? Where is the little one..."
Kiara was behind her. But Nameless, some distance ahead, was not.
She gasped, and suddenly found the initiative to move up to him and kneel at his side. She could see the extent of his wounds, and they did not look hopeful. Immediately, she went rummaging for her only healing potion, hoping he was still conscious...
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 22, 2024 19:23:04 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Apr 28, 2017 23:08:38 GMT -8
With both swords away from her, Pana felt her power return to her. Quickly she ran to Nameless Samurai 's side. Her hands began to glow a golden yellow, ribbons of light streaking off of them all around her body. She placed her hands on the man's wounds. If he was somehow still alive, his body would begin to feel warm again. Pain slowly leaving as skin and organs forced themselves back into place. Tissue stitched itself up slowly over time until finally his body was whole once more. Whether or not this was enough to heal him was to be seen.... |
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Nameless Samurai
Dedicated
Stars are like friends. Not always seen, but always there.
Roleplay posts: 235
Age: 19
Physical Description: Lean, muscular, Wiry.
Has deep blue eyes, from his mother's side.
Has messy golden blonde hair.
Has a scar going diagonally across his face stating at above his right eyebrow down to his left cheek.
Clothes and Equipment: Normally: Green and black traveling clothes, wooden clogs, and a straw conical hat. He always keeps his pure white katana and wakizashi, to show his status as a samurai, and a red and black katana on his left hip.
Preparing for a battle: He has a green cuirass (do) with black trimmings as well as the helmet (kabuto) shaped to be a conical hat, the face mask (menpo), the armoured sleeves (kote), the greaves (suneate), the cuisses (haidate), and the shoulder guards (sode) all the same color and trimmings.
He has multiple other weapons stored in a personal pocket dimension.
One of which is his double bladed black scythe that has the standard long curved blade and a shorter one curving up under it with a space of a body between them.
A long bow
A short bow
About a hundred arrows
Throwing knives(Kunai)
Throwing stars (shuriken)
A few black eggs
A spiked chain
Sickles
Naginata
Rope
A red and black wakizashi
Registered: May 27, 2015 19:21:33 GMT -8
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Post by Nameless Samurai on Apr 29, 2017 7:16:27 GMT -8
Nameless grunted as he put a hand up. As soon as the swords were away, he started to reverse the time around his body. Blood started to flow back into his body as wounds healed up. He got up and dusted himself off. "Thank you but no thank you." He gave Pana and Tika a slight bow each in appreciation for their help. " I'm fine...physically. Honestly, that was a blow to my ego and that will take longer to heal. " he gave a slight chuckle, brushing off the near death experience he just had.
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Yukihasu Akira
Established
Roleplay posts: 10
Physical Description: Akira is of average height and rather handsome, with long black hair and dark brown eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: He tends to wear the traditional casual garb of the samurai, though his is slightly worn from travelling. Occasionally he wears a wide-rimmed straw hat, but he always carries his signature weapons: a samurai's katana and wakizashi at his hip and a shinobi's ninjato rolled up in his sleeping pack.
He carries various other miscellaneous weapons and tools on him, including knives and a chain hidden in his kimono.
Registered: Dec 17, 2015 18:12:56 GMT -8
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Post by Yukihasu Akira on Apr 29, 2017 7:30:58 GMT -8
The trees of the Midori Road were well suited for hiding, with a lone traveller slowly stepping out from behind such a trunk and then leaning into it again with all but the neutrality of his expression hidden behind the wide-rimmed straw hat that was tipped over the majority of his face. Between the teeth at the right corner of his lips sat a small, straight twig that he occasionally squeezed down upon with his molars.
With all the fighting and action that had been going on, no person present would have been likely to notice him. Indeed, even if the event had been perfectly calm his training in the hidden arts made being spotted a rather difficult affair, though his lack of desire to get involved in what had transpired made the possibility no more dangerous. Now, on the other hand, he would feel it a wasted opportunity if he did not at least congratulate the victors on their performance.
"That was not just impressive to see, it was as though some divine force favoured your sword," he spoke with a slight smile. "Though I would not have let them get away, for as impressive as your skills are, you did not use them to instil such a fierce trepidation in those men that they would not try again if they came upon the opportunity."
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 22, 2024 19:23:04 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Apr 29, 2017 8:09:06 GMT -8
As Yukihasu spoke to Tika Seya, Pana silently moved past them and away from Nameless as she went to recover Ishido's sword for her own. She unsheathed it just to see what it was like for herself before sheathing it and adding it to her backpack still on the ground. |
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Tika Seya
Committed
Roleplay posts: 78
Age: 19
Physical Description: Long raven hair, blue eyes, and an average build. Soft features.
☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼
Clothes and Equipment:
A pink kimono is accented by the red trim of her lower hiyoko layer, an ornamental display of feminity in what was otherwise a men's cut of garb free of the constrictions of traditional female clothing. A white obi holds a single katana to her left hip. Zori sandals and white socks. Her hakama trousers were the deep color of violet, with a display of light rosey flowers bedazzling the hem of the left leg.
Her sword, Hikari-no-Kazu: http://i.imgur.com/P6AzAI8.jpg
Registered: Apr 25, 2017 20:44:32 GMT -8
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Post by Tika Seya on Apr 29, 2017 11:30:18 GMT -8
Tika was still very shaken, still trying to wrap her head around what had just happened. She didn't make mention that chasing them down and making them pay was the last thing on her mind right now, and she looked behind her to confirm to herself that Kiara was still here.
The only words she said felt distant...as though she were only observing herself speak, behind a pane of glass.
"Thank you..."
Her chest hurt, her ribs possibly bruised as it began to dawn upon her just how hard a hit her body had absorbed when Ishida had kicked.
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 22, 2024 19:23:04 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Apr 29, 2017 12:08:17 GMT -8
Pana looked towards the group after collecting anything of value from the remains to notice Tika's breathing pains.
"You're hurt..." She said, walking up to Tika. The same glow from before appeared again.
"If I may...I would like to heal my savior." She said, looking up to Tika.
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Kiara
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 123
Registered: Dec 26, 2016 13:03:31 GMT -8
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Post by Kiara on Apr 29, 2017 14:11:15 GMT -8
Kiara returned to the others now, no longer looking as scared. She puts her own short sword away and quietly steps towards Pana, her eyes on Tika, shocked at what she just saw.
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Nameless Samurai
Dedicated
Stars are like friends. Not always seen, but always there.
Roleplay posts: 235
Age: 19
Physical Description: Lean, muscular, Wiry.
Has deep blue eyes, from his mother's side.
Has messy golden blonde hair.
Has a scar going diagonally across his face stating at above his right eyebrow down to his left cheek.
Clothes and Equipment: Normally: Green and black traveling clothes, wooden clogs, and a straw conical hat. He always keeps his pure white katana and wakizashi, to show his status as a samurai, and a red and black katana on his left hip.
Preparing for a battle: He has a green cuirass (do) with black trimmings as well as the helmet (kabuto) shaped to be a conical hat, the face mask (menpo), the armoured sleeves (kote), the greaves (suneate), the cuisses (haidate), and the shoulder guards (sode) all the same color and trimmings.
He has multiple other weapons stored in a personal pocket dimension.
One of which is his double bladed black scythe that has the standard long curved blade and a shorter one curving up under it with a space of a body between them.
A long bow
A short bow
About a hundred arrows
Throwing knives(Kunai)
Throwing stars (shuriken)
A few black eggs
A spiked chain
Sickles
Naginata
Rope
A red and black wakizashi
Registered: May 27, 2015 19:21:33 GMT -8
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Post by Nameless Samurai on Apr 29, 2017 14:38:20 GMT -8
Nameless, now on the edge of the group. With his pride now somewhat shattered he decided to leave.
"Farewell, hope you guys make it to your next destination with no more problems. May our paths cross again someday.."
He opened a portal behind him and turned around. He didn't know where he would go next, but it was clear he needed to train more. He stepped into the portal.
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Yukihasu Akira
Established
Roleplay posts: 10
Physical Description: Akira is of average height and rather handsome, with long black hair and dark brown eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: He tends to wear the traditional casual garb of the samurai, though his is slightly worn from travelling. Occasionally he wears a wide-rimmed straw hat, but he always carries his signature weapons: a samurai's katana and wakizashi at his hip and a shinobi's ninjato rolled up in his sleeping pack.
He carries various other miscellaneous weapons and tools on him, including knives and a chain hidden in his kimono.
Registered: Dec 17, 2015 18:12:56 GMT -8
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Post by Yukihasu Akira on Apr 29, 2017 15:24:24 GMT -8
The man sighed, taking a step out onto the road and then turning to look in the direction where the attackers had fled. "You could track them, you know; they left in far too much a hurry to cover their trail and by nightfall, you could finish the rest of them off in their sleep," he told them, though he made no more effort than that to aid the surviving party, pulling his kimono tighter over his body and then walking back along the road in the direction he had originally been travelling.
"Next time, they'll not let you win so easily."
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Tika Seya
Committed
Roleplay posts: 78
Age: 19
Physical Description: Long raven hair, blue eyes, and an average build. Soft features.
☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼
Clothes and Equipment:
A pink kimono is accented by the red trim of her lower hiyoko layer, an ornamental display of feminity in what was otherwise a men's cut of garb free of the constrictions of traditional female clothing. A white obi holds a single katana to her left hip. Zori sandals and white socks. Her hakama trousers were the deep color of violet, with a display of light rosey flowers bedazzling the hem of the left leg.
Her sword, Hikari-no-Kazu: http://i.imgur.com/P6AzAI8.jpg
Registered: Apr 25, 2017 20:44:32 GMT -8
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Post by Tika Seya on Apr 29, 2017 17:30:14 GMT -8
She noted his departure, quietly considering what he had just said. While she had no intention of chasing them down or finishing anyone off, it did make her wonder if this person knew anything more about this gang. Perhaps they frequented these areas and had a penchant for revenge. In either case, she did not feel comfortable staying for much longer. Fortunately, everyone seemed to have made it out okay, even Nameless, who had been grievously wounded.
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 22, 2024 19:23:04 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Apr 29, 2017 17:53:47 GMT -8
"...Um....miss?" Pana stood by Tika Seya, waiting for a response. |
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Tika Seya
Committed
Roleplay posts: 78
Age: 19
Physical Description: Long raven hair, blue eyes, and an average build. Soft features.
☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼
Clothes and Equipment:
A pink kimono is accented by the red trim of her lower hiyoko layer, an ornamental display of feminity in what was otherwise a men's cut of garb free of the constrictions of traditional female clothing. A white obi holds a single katana to her left hip. Zori sandals and white socks. Her hakama trousers were the deep color of violet, with a display of light rosey flowers bedazzling the hem of the left leg.
Her sword, Hikari-no-Kazu: http://i.imgur.com/P6AzAI8.jpg
Registered: Apr 25, 2017 20:44:32 GMT -8
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Post by Tika Seya on Apr 29, 2017 17:57:39 GMT -8
"Sorry... y-yes, thank you."
She bowed herself slightly to Pana, showing her a gesture of respect for her offer.
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