The Yua watched Osamu patiently as hw stroked his goatee in contemplation, her hands comfortably found there way back into her sleeves as she observed him. Her was a rather animated fellow but despite that his sunglasses were a powerful shield to deflect his thoughts and emotions beyond the fact she could tell he was thinking about something. She was a bit taken aback by his clutching at his chest, it must be a thing to do with roping her in maybe? That was the best she could get out of it, all in all he was interesting to watch, the way he spoke was even more interesting, she literally had to guess the meaning behind a portion of the slang he utilized. Telling her to stay frosty was honestly a combination of cute and annoying, she got the term but almost felt it was bad form to use when he barely knew her but then again her idea of politeness was generally outdated. Why he wanted to walk away to do his “phone call” she could only guess that would be because he didn’t want her to hear him, which she took as another toured of confirmation that this man was at least a little leery of her and that this group were a wee bit shadier than they should be... I mean they were food cart vendors for crying out loud, a mobile restaurant basically... this felt like those punks who used to peddle drugs around areas she used to hang out... prime choice for a hungry Yuki-onna, although those days were behind her generally speaking.
Osamu took a rather good amount of time on his phonecall, every movement to the out of the way corner he chose to do so at and they way he made sure she was still there as he walked would mean he was on edge about her, maybe it was because he was worried she’d eat him, would he run... ohh he better not! Just as she was about to walk in his direction, Osamus face reappeared and he voiced confirmation toward her, asking if she was coming almost as if she had been the one to make him wait whilst she had a suspicious little phonecall. She speed walked over to him and began walking with him, taking his lead without a word as she was contemplating what to say at this point. Whilst Osamu would visually scan her for a forehead protector plate, his search would be blocked by the Yuki-onnnas sense of fashion, the forehead protector clashing with her entire aesthetic, it was actually hidden within the folds of her scarf right in front of her mouth a few layers in, not an easy sight to notice. HOWEVER what would come next might give away she was a shinobi or at least trained as turned and started enthusiastically talking at him only to trail off. So yeah, when a load of us Yokai arrived in the village a bunch of the food cart stalls were there to greet us with free samples, it was awesome and so I now try... to... visit.. as... She has stopped talking, her wide eyes staring off in the distance at the sky, at a plume of smoke, dark and at a very specific location... the Academy, her temporary home!!!! ...something come up! I’ll stop by later. She said, her cute voice gone and instead very cold and serious, a weight of age beyond her appearance in her words before she vanished in a blast of snowflakes, Body flickering away.
(MISSION: Temporarily abandoned due to emergency!) (Exit to academy)
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Stamina 710/710 | Chakra 895/895 | Vita force 160/160 • Strength 0 • Speed 1 • Agility 1 • Endurance 2 Ryo |
NecroPlant
Posted: Wed Jun 16, 2021 9:31 am
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It had been too long since he last visited—6 or 7 years, in fact. The Black Cloud District wasn’t exactly the sort of place one intentionally visited anyway, not unless they were up to something. Kohaku’s reasons, however, were a bit less nefarious. Born somewhere between nostalgia and curiosity, he simply wished to visit the neighborhood he once knew so well. Kohaku hadn’t heard much good about it since he and his mother moved out, leading him to believe that its reputation hadn’t improved much throughout the years, but he knew the neighborhood a little deeper than those who talk down about it. It was easy to stick one’s nose up at such a place.
For the most part, nothing had changed, at least enough to make Kohaku take major note of. Maybe some streets were a little more cleaned up—or grungier than he last remembered. The decorations outside of residencies and the sparse businesses had mostly changed, denoting a possible change in occupation.
The further on he walked, the more Kohaku caught himself looking over his shoulder. The Black Cloud District wasn’t known for its safety or surveillance, but even during the day, it wasn’t particularly dangerous. It was less that Kohaku was concerned with being attacked, but more so with who would be doing the attacking. There were more reasons than one that he and his mother left in such a hurry all those years ******** Kuro and his stupid Red Reapers.
Or, as Kohaku knew them, Kuro, the nasty little man, and his personal thugs. It’s not like the gang was ever necessarily good, but they had at least known some sliver of integrity in the long gone past. That was the main reason he’d avoided the place for so many years. Kohaku knew for absolute certain that it would be on sight between him and any of the members that knew his face. He knew that after setting foot within the slums, he might as well be picking a fight.
Carrying on down the street, Kohaku’s mind eased. After all this time, it was unlikely Kuro and what remained of the gang stuck around. The man couldn’t help but s**t where he ate, so it was likely he shoved off someplace else. No doubt he had gotten the idea that he was too good for the Arashigakure slums—then again, so did Kohaku, and yet, it still felt like home. He could never deny that, regardless of where he went or how high he moved up in the world.
Stopping, Kohaku gazed upon an old, run-down apartment complex. Out of all the places there, this appeared to have changed the least. There was no doubt a new set of people moved into him and his mother’s old apartment, but aside from that, it looked exactly as he remembered. Small, cramped, and with questionable plumbing, but it was home.
He had no reason to be here, nothing drew him to this place. The young white haired male simply found himself in the streets of a rundown portion of Arashi he had never been to before. Walking, staring into nothing, bored. Swords strapped to his back and visible for just about anyone to see if they looked. His hands shoved into the pockets of his trench coat like jacket, at least he would call it a jacket. With little going on around him the only thing that he noticed that stood out to him was another person. They stood in the middle of the street, seemingly staring at something the building in front of him? The only person stopped and standing in one place among the little bit of people out upon the streets. Elroe would approach, walking up slowly although not really sneakily or anything like that. Stopping right next to the oddly colored person he saw and then looking at the building he was looking at. "Are you looking for someone in there or something?" He questioned.
Skawly
Posted: Wed Jun 16, 2021 8:45 pm
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Kohaku made note of a white-haired boy beginning to approach and merely side-eyed him before he spoke. Kohaku supposed it may have looked odd to just be standing around and gawking, but he didn't expect someone to call him out on it. Judging by the weapons trapped to his back, the kid was likely more than just a typical citizen. In fact, he hardly looked like he was from the Black Cloud District at all.
"Nah, I just..." Come to think, Kohaku may be coming off as suspicious. This wouldn't have been the first time someone would have mistaken his presence as threatening—coupled with the particular location they were in, it wouldn't be a far fetched to assume he was up to something. Time to over-explain! "I grew up here, yeah? It's been a long time since I've come back around, so I just wanted to see how my childhood home was holdin' up," Kohaku said, shifting his yellow gaze from the apartments to the white-haired boy, "you ain't from around here, are ya? he asked, attempting a friendly, albeit sharp and crooked smile.
"Ahhh." The eyebrows of the white haired boy would life in realization, although his dull eyes showed no light one typically sees accompanied to the look he had. As if his face made the movement for the expression yet he himself didn't experience it somehow. The bit of hesitation had worried the young Elroe for a moment. Usually hesitation meant thinking, thinking could lead to forging a lie. However this other person seemed genuine enough. There'd be no reason to lie about simply wanting to see your childhood home would there? Within that moment of thought in Elroe's head more words came at him. The other asked...well more like made note that he wasn't from around here in a question like form. The white haired young man would turn his attention towards the other. A smile? Ah, he was trying to be friendly.
Elroe did not answer immediately. Instead he took a moment, realizing he didn't know where he was. He had just been walking. His gaze shifted away from the person standing next to him then all around the area. His eyes scanning the surroundings, nearby buildings, various people, any landmarks. He recognized nothing, then would turn his head back towards the odd skinned man. "No, I'm from a bit less of a shady looking place. No offense to your home." He finally answered and explained a bit about himself, realizing at the same time he had yet to introduce himself. "Oh...my name is Elroe by the way. I am a shinobi, a genin to be specific." He explained...probably more than the other cared to know now that he thought about it.
Setsuka found herself walking through the slums of Arashigakure again. For herself and her loyal companion, Kiryuu, this seemed to be a regular activity. Not that she was looking for trouble or to get up to no good, but because this was usually a place for those sorts of things, and even as a Genin, she felt that ninja presence might assist with deterring crime. "Probably just going to be another boring patrol, eh, Kiryuu?", Setsuka asked over to her partner who trotted proudly on his four legs next to her. 'Woof~!', was the response from the large Fire-Wolf. His flames were the usual orange happy color as they sparked off of the tips of his fur.
Their patrol seemed to be as lackluster as predicted until Setsuka paused at the interaction of two individuals ahead of her. They did not appear to be the upstanding characters one would usually associate with in proper society, but these were just the types of folks she came looking for anyway, and even better if Kohaku and the other strange person he was speaking to were up to mischief. Setsuka and Kiryuu were enough to unsettle most folks by the very fact that well, Setsuka was accompanied by the Fire-Wolf. As imposing as the pair were, she simply let her presence speak for itself, while her companion offered a 'bark!' at the pair to get their attention.
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Kohaku laughed. "It's cool, you're not wrong." "Shady" was honestly the first word he would use to describe it. Anyone who denied that was either lying or trying to sell something.
Upon hearing Elroe introduce himself as a fellow genin, Kohaku turned towards him a little. "Oh yeah? Same," he replied, his eyes brightening a little. Kohaku didn't exactly look the part of a shinobi, but he supposed there was no true way to look. If anything, the lack of expectation could be used to his advantage.
"This your first time here? In the Black Cloud District?" Kohaku asked. Elroe wasn't the typical lost lamb who came wandering in—being a shinobi would make traversing the place a little less perilous, especially with his weapons clearly holstered on his back. Shortly after asking his question, Kohaku's attention was drawn to the imposing bark of what he could only describe as a giant fire-dog. A hotdog, if you will.
Well, if anyone here had the look of a shinobi, it was the woman approaching them. Kohaku was a little familiar with the kind who kept animals—"tamers" he believed they were called.
Elroe was glad that the other standing beside him did not feel insulted as he described the place as shady. He really couldn't have thought of another word, but at least it seemed like he and others from around this part were a bit like Elroe himself in that regard. They simply knew how it was. He even claimed that he also a genin. Elroe looked at him not with surprise but simply to scan him. He didn't really look like a shinobi to him....but he also supposed that the other person thought the same thing about him. The white haired male would then nod in response to his question, it was indeed his first time in the Black Cloud District. He knew it was a place, he just had never found himself wandering into it.
Elroe would turn, in his mind he planned to say something back to the oddly-skinned man. Offer a handshake, to simply shake the hand of a fellow genin. However none of that happen as there was a bark. For a moment Elroe was worried, although it hadn't shown on his face. Did they run into some rabid dog because they were just standing around? Turning his head towards the bark the moment of worry was gone. The dog, well perhaps more of a wolf, had been accompanied by another person. A woman who stood next to the dog seemed Elroe didn't know...she was simply there for now. The white haired boy would offer a "Hello." A wave, and a pondering look on his face as he scanned the woman...then the large wolf, then the woman again. An audible "Huh" sound escaping his mouth as he brought one of his hands to his chin.
Setsuka looked to the two as they seemed to break their conversation and apparent introductions to acknowledge her, or more or less, Kiryuu. It seemed like a rather harmless meeting, and it caused her to rub the back of her head and sigh softly as the tamer-kunoichi felt a little bit of guilt for intruding. "Ah, yeah, Hello and stuff. Sorry for interrupting!", she said in apology to the two, offering a bow in the formal sense. Kiryuu seemed to mirror his master's actions, giving the two a nod from his head. "The name's Setsuka. Setsuka Katakiri, Genin... and this is Kiryuu. We were just patrolling the area, looking for crooks to thwart.", she said as she introduced the pair of them to the other two. The large fire-wolf offered a nod as if to confirm that information. It was obvious that Kiryuu was an intelligent and well trained creature.
She then looked around the street, before looking back to Kohaku and Elroe. Setsuka seemed to be one to keep her head on a swivel, especially in a place such as 'The Black Cloud'. It was not a place people usually went voluntarily, and the last thing she wanted on her patrol was to be approached by a vagrant, beggar, or one of those afflicted by addiction. She had a large bit of disdain for the transients driven by her fear of those types of people.
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Skawly
Posted: Fri Jun 18, 2021 3:17 pm
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Another genin, eh? Maybe his old neighborhood had better surveillance now than it used to. Kohaku nodded to Setsuka as she bowed, then glanced back towards Elroe. Oh, right. Introductions...
"Names' Kohaku," he said to them both, then shifted his yellow gaze back to the woman, "well, there shouldn't be any short supply of that 'round these parts," Kohaku said with a soft chuckle, "though, I'd suggest comin' back at night, if you're lookin' to bust some a**." That was partially the reason he came during broad daylight, anyway; he couldn't decide whether or not he was really in the mood to throw down or not. "But yeah. We're a couple of genin too. Must be a little more guarded here than it was back when I was a kid."
Elroe pretty much stared at the large wolf, it gave him certain vibes. Firey vibes, but that cause him to continue to stare and if the wolf decided to stare at Elroe the wolf would find himself staring into Elroe's dark, bored, and emotionless eyes. Even as the woman introduced herself, Setsuka...Kiryuu...something about crooks. Words came to Elroe despite the look on his face probably making it seem like he had zoned out as he stared. Why was he staring like that? Who knows, he didn't know. He simply felt the need to for a moment. Then would shift his stare into a gaze towards Setsuka and then towards Kohaku as he spoke.
He was glad in a way that Kohaku introduced himself almost immediately. He was probably not going to remind the man that he had yet to introduce himself, Elroe could have gone their entire life and not known the man's name if he hadn't said it just now. He also explained a bit more about the place they were in. Telling Setsuka that the kinds of people she looked for were more active at night than during the day. That did make sense, but thinking about it if that was the case why would they send the woman to patrol during the day? Elroe's mind cogs turned and turned, Kohaku's mention of the place being more guarded hitting his ears and soon after Elroe thought perhaps he figured it out.
"Well...probably not." He began, his hands still never left his pockets oddly enough. The entire time he had been here they remained, he himself probably didn't even notice that was the case. "I just happened to wander here..." He said, reiterating something he mentioned before to Kohaku, part of the conversation they had before Setsuka and Kiryuu arrived. "You're here of your own volition, nostalgia..." He explained, one of his hands finally leaving the pocket of his trenchcoat like jacket and pointing towards Kohaku. "And she's patrolling during the day while little to no crime will occur..." His hand and pointer finger shifted to point towards Setsuka. "Get it?" He asked them, his face still blank and almost bored looking gaze shifting between Setsuka, Kohaku, and Kiryuu. Then quickly became another look of realization as he focused on Setsuka. "Oh....and I'm Elroe."
Setsuka and Kiryuu looked to one another, noting the strange look that the Hellhound was given by Elroe. What an enigma, but not everyone was usually forthcoming about their motives or reasons for being. He seemed to be trying to make some point about her patrolling during the day, but she decided to ignore it. She was a Genin, she wasn't keen to wander straight into the devil's jaws, in a figurative manner, foolishly. "Yeah, but somebody's gotta do it, besides. The more experienced Shinobi who are actually police force probably do a better job at night. I'm just here to keep the crooks on their toes. There's a new girl in town, and with her loyal side-kick, nobody's safe if they're up to evil.", she said emphatically. Kiryuu offered a happy 'bark, bark!' in response, as if to agree.
Though, while Setsuka was displaying her obvious drive for heroism to her new acquaintances. Trouble was afoot and it wasn't in the form of anything pretty. Down the street, armed thugs had been tormenting a struggling shop keeper of a failing corner store. This confrontation had now spilled out into the street as the door of the shop shattered in splinters and a small, poor, man was rolled out into the street by the boot of a thick, muscular looking thug. Two other men stepped out of the shop behind the large man, all of which were dressed in suit-coats and slacks, fancy get-ups befitting classic yakuza scum. Kiryuu instantly began to growl at the scene, and his hackles raised angrily as the two men behind their obvious boss drew baseball bats, covered in barbed wire and brandished them menacingly while the lead thug adjusted a pair of brass knuckles. "Now...Are you going to pay up your 'insurance' that you owe, or are we gonna show you what happens when you operate without our 'protection' in these streets?", the confident brute mockingly asked the shop-keeper. It was obvious, by the tone of his voice, that he knew full well that the shop-keep could not afford his price.
Setsuka took notice as Kiryuu began to growl, and her attention was torn to the situation at the end of the street with what looked like an impending beat-down of an innocent man about to occur. "And you were saying, Elroe-san?", she asked with a cocky smirk before looking over to Kohaku. "Ready? We obviously gotta get involved, right? We can't just let this happen.", the tamer asked of the unassuming shinobi. Kohaku, at least appeared, to have some ties to this area of the Village. She was counting on his sense of pride to assist her in this counter-attack and salvation of the store owner. Setsuka did not wait for an audible response for either before she began to run to the aid of the man in the street. Kiryuu let out a piercing howl as his owner shouted, "Hey, you bastards! Lay off him, right now!"
The yakuza looking crooks stopped their impending assault of the shop owner at the sound of Setsuka and her hellhound companion. The two behind their leader both smirked to one another as they raised the wicked looking bats into a combat stance. Their leader was a bit more diplomatic as he waved the back of his hand at Setsuka and the two others with her. "I knew this guy was a slime-wad, but he actually called in shinobi? Think you can save him, girly? You and your little fire-puppy? Get real. This men's business, so just walk away before somebody other than this debtor gets what's coming to them!", he shouted at her menacingly. The shop owner was bowed prostrate in the street, weeping freely as his own fate was out of his hands. It seemed up to the group to stop the thugs from destroying this innocent.
Ichengo Angelus
Skawly
Title: Taking out the "Trash" I Rank: Rank C Reputation: Positive Impact: Local Information: Local thugs have appeared and seem to be picking on the poor and defenseless. They are armed with weapons and probably have a little bit of fight in them. Knock them down a peg and turn them into the local authorities.
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Kohaku scoffed, smiling a little. "Might be overthinkin' it a little, my man," he said, "but hey, you ain't wrong. Though I never seen three shinobi hangin' out here at a time before. That's gotta count for somethin.'"
Well, Setsuka had spunk, that was for sure, but Kohaku believed that was direly needed sometimes. He had found that there were more than enough people who wanted to do good, but were too afraid of getting their hands dirty. Sometimes a little reckless moxie could achieve enough good. At least, that's what worked for Kohaku.
Kohaku's attention was snatched away by the sudden low growl emitting from the fire-pooch. As he looked in the direction Kiryuu was snarling, Kohaku saw a man crash through the front door of one of the local corner shops, followed by three men dressed in suit-coats and slacks. Kohaku eyed the men, and the longer he looked, the more the sight of them pissed him off. They certainly didn’t dress like the Red Reapers, but they spoke like them. These thugs came off as far more pretentious and punch-able, what with their stupid little suits and tough talk.
"Really? In ********? Either they're dumb as s**t or they got balls," he said with a lopsided grin, "go on, I got'cher back."
Unless there had been a change of ownership since he left, Kohaku had been acquainted with the owner of the little corner shop. He wasn’t by any means chummy with the man, but he remembered being given free crackers once as a kid. Regardless, it seemed as though another band of goons had taken the throne as the local thugs.
Kohaku followed up shortly behind Setsuka, his eyes darting between the “leader” and the two others brandishing their barbed-wire-wrapped baseball bats. He cringed a little at the sight of them—oof, would it hurt getting smacked by one of those things. As if getting slugged by a bat wasn’t painful enough on its own. He was going to keep his distance for this one—and if possible, focus on disarming them.
Side-stepping Setsuka, Kohaku’s body began to softly crackle with an electrical charge as he pointed a finger at one of the armed men, releasing a current of electricity from his fingertip that shot straight for the bat.
ACTIONS ■ Burst Technique [ Heki no Jutsu ] | Rank D [-10 chakra] ■ Current Transfer Technique [ Nagare Tensou no Jutsu ] | Rank D [-10 chakra]
TECHNIQUES ACTIVE ■ ■
PASSIVE EFFECTS ■ Passive Electrolocation ■ Electrical Resistance Training
MISSION INFO ■ Taking Out the Trash [Rank C] Local thugs have appeared and seem to be picking on the poor and defenseless. They are armed with weapons and probably have a little bit of fight in them. Knock them down a peg and turn them into the local authorities.
The white haired boy wasn't particularly caught off guard by the sudden activities that began to occur. In fact it was kind of expected, but that being said the woman seemed to have a smug look about her towards him when it happened. She had spoken as if he was wrong about his assessment. Of course, Elroe didn't really believe he was wrong regardless. Coincidences happen, and it was still true they only sent a single genin to deal with whatever might happen. It was much more about that than about anything actually happening....but it was fine. Elroe would not mention anything about it instead letting the woman keep her pride about the situation. It wasn't long before she had been rushing in, Kohaku seemed to take a back seat and more supportive role for this fight. Elroe looked at them for a moment, these well dressed thugs didn't look like much to him. He was sure they'd serve as little to no problem. So instead of taking them on directly...he'd just....get the guy out of here safely first.
Suddenly, the white haired Elroe was no longer standing where he once was. Moving fast enough that he virtually disappeared through the use of the body flicker technique. Appearing once more when he was behind the man on the ground weeping. Elroe looked down at him for a moment and said something to him. "Are you some kind of video game npc? Why are you not just getting up and running?" He asked with a sigh, kneeling down to grab the man and hoist him over his shoulder. "I'll just get him to safety first. If you're not done with them by the time I get back then I'll help with them too." He said to the other two genin, then began to...in the most non-dramatic way possible just walk away from the scene. Not even choosing to run and hurry just simply walk off.
As Kohaku unleashed his raiton jutsu, Setsuka and Kiryuu began their unique style of offense. With Elroe getting the shop-keep out of the way to safety, and Kohaku being ranged, there was little danger of injuring anyone but the bad guys as the tamer-kunoichi began to turn up the heat, literally. Her body began to surge with the power of an intense heat, known as Scorch Chakra, as her skin turned a bright red and her eyes seemed like white-hot embers, almost like Kiryuu's. The bond between the two had seen the firey Genin able to take on aspects of her animal partner, even some of the more mystical traits like being too hot to touch at times it would seem. She then completed the attack by closing the distance with a violent twisting of her body as she did a complete triple rotation before extending her foot into a vicious round-house kick aimed at the second thug's head. "Kyaaaa!", she roared out during the assault. Setsuka was a practitioner of the Fissure Kicking technique, and hellacious spin-kicks on order were her specialty.
Kiryuu, on the other hand, had his own style of offense as he worked in tandem with his master. Following Setsuka, the hellhound let out a loud howl as his own flames burned with brighter intensity, making petting him a terrible idea. He then belched out a ball of fire, which raced at the thug that Setsuka was spin-kicking. He knew how to work in tandem with her, so the ball of fire was placed more in the line of the man's lower torso, so as to not interfere, and possibly force him to choose between having his head kicked in or torso scorched by the ball of flames.
The main yakuza thug looked absolutely incensed as Elroe just picked the guy he was trying to mug up casually, in what seemed like, a blink of an eye and was now walking off with him without a care. 'Tsk... This is why I hate ninja, so smug because of your jutsu! Face me, punk!', he roared as he ran after El, but instead of throwing a punch with his wicked brass knuckle at the Genin, he was aiming for the man on his shoulders trying to clean the shop-keeps clock for apparently muddying this protection payment collection with ninja. He did not even seem to care about his subordinates that Kohaku and Setsuka were taking care of. This criminal was no leader of merit, just a tough guy who was tougher than the tough guys who followed him.
The two with the barbed wired baseball bats seemed confident, though, until one felt a sudden surge of lightning chakra pass through him that caused him to drop the weapon with a surprised cry of anguish, before he regained his bearings and charged wildly at Kohaku, swinging his ham-sized fists with his powerful arms at him like an untrained brute that knew little more than classical street-fighting tactics.
Lastly, the thug that was getting double-teamed by Setsuka and Kiryuu raised his bat up to try to counter the genin that was rushing him, but the sudden flash of her powerful spin kick was too quick to keep up with, and the impact from the foot connecting with the fact that Kiryuu's fire-ball blasted him backward sent him rolling a few feet. On fire, and burning, he screamed out in pain as he tried to pat out the flames that had burned and ruined his nice suit. 'We need to split, these kids ain't...', he paused as he coughed harshly. His words were interrupted by the slight bit of smoke inhalation from his own burning clothes he spent his time putting out.
Ichengo Angelus
Skawly
[Bad Guys]
'Brass Knuckle':: C-Rank Basic Punch at Elroe/Shop-Keep Thug 1: Kicked and burned, lit on fire, and he spent his time putting out the flames. Burned pretty badly. Thug 2: Had a shocking experience, which disarmed him, but he ran at Kohaku, throwing a C-Rank Basic Punch.
Setsuka/Kiryuu
Setsuka * [TA] Atsui Tai: Contact with Setsuka causes T2 Burns [B-cost repaid in 4/5 Posts] * White Fissure [Rank C] : Propel 10', Able to perform another kick at/below rank for no activation ** Round Fissure [Rank C] : +1 Speed per Rank [+2] - Moving at A-Rank Speed [4 Speed], C-Rank Power
Title: Taking out the "Trash" I Rank: Rank C Reputation: Positive Impact: Local Information: Local thugs have appeared and seem to be picking on the poor and defenseless. They are armed with weapons and probably have a little bit of fight in them. Knock them down a peg and turn them into the local authorities.
