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Everywhere Else / Re: Bone of the First [SSMR]
« on: February 14, 2018, 08:13:06 PM »
Suna nearly swore at the bang but was immediately interrupted by an intruder that wasn't himself. Dazed from the explosion, it took a moment for him to stumble out of the house before he gave chase to his assailant.

WiP Characters / Re: Redmond "Rusty" Cipher
« on: February 13, 2018, 12:13:20 PM »

Everywhere Else / Re: Bone of the First [SSMR]
« on: February 06, 2018, 01:14:54 PM »
The house was sketchy--the typical abode of underground criminals. Suna took a deep breath to prepare for his entrance, but before he could take a step towards the door, his scroll began to vibrate. He brought it out and saw that it was a number he didn't recognize.

["Hey, so... rough start, right? Hellova team meet-up. Sorry I didn't stick around to say 'hi' earlier Suna, but this situation's a little bit crazy. Where do we stand right now? I've got Solar here and she is keen to clear her name. Any thoughts?"]

It took Suna a second to register what was happening? Team...?" he muttered under his breath in a lapse of concentration. He refocused himself. "So the ram's name is Solar, huh? And she's with you?" A small number of sand particles floated around Suna's person. "I'm going to ping you location. Come if you want. I don't have time to wait for you guys to arrive, though." Suna swiped away from the call and sent a ping to the group. He walked up to the door and looked around to make sure the coast was clear before dropping his scroll into the sand, covering it with his semblance. He added much more sand to his hammer escort, took a deep breath, and turned the doorknob.

Everywhere Else / Re: Bone of the First [SSMR]
« on: February 01, 2018, 01:57:11 PM »
Suna made sure to keep his eyes focused on the path ahead of him as he walked toward and then past Maena. He could hear her leave the alleyway in the opposite direction of both him and the other pair. He hoped that she wasn't intending to revisit the scene of the crime.

Once he felt that it was safe to do so, Suna let the sand and hammer fall away from his hand and he resumed dragging it behind his person. He paused as he reemerged from the darkness of the alleyway and evaluated his surroundings. Suna glanced at the piece of paper once more. "This is going to be a while...," he muttered.

Everywhere Else / Re: Bone of the First [SSMR]
« on: February 01, 2018, 07:55:27 AM »
Suna barely caught Sean and Solar's departure as he rounded the corner of the alleyway; he and Maena were the only ones remaining. He was unsure of what to do next, mostly in regards to the girl that clearly did not like him. Well, none of them really left a good impression on Suna: of the other two, one threw up almost immediately then booked it, and the other is a suspect of a nasty crime.

Trying to act while the girl's attention was on the departers, Suna released the sand from his control. He reached down and put his hand against it, coating his palm with a very thin layer of sand, before picking up the hammer. Still within his grasp, Suna made his way toward the exit of the alleyway.

Everywhere Else / Re: Bone of the First [SSMR]
« on: January 30, 2018, 01:44:32 PM »
Suna was about to tell Mr. Hemmer that unfortunately his flimsy wallet wasn't prepared to make such a purchase, but Suna's remark about the hammer seemed to spark something within the smith and he didn't have the chance to utter a single word. When all was said and done, Suna stood in front of the counter, alone and speechless, trying to come to terms with all the information he had been told. Assuming Mr. Hemmer wasn't leading him along like a rat in a maze, this meant that the ram girl was clean, and judging by the damage to her horn, she could have very well been another victim.

He whipped out his scroll and immediately searched up the name he had been given. Among the science-related results were articles that, in full, detailed the man's public criminal history; this corroborated with Mr. Hemmer's story. Suna replaced his scroll and brought up some sand onto the counter, rearranging it into a little note:

my pockets ain't that deep

He returned the mace from where he found it before stepping back out into the sun, his glob of sand following suit.

Suna stared at the paper he had been given: a set of directions to Truer's location. He traced the path in his head while simultaneously recollecting the day's events. The gears in his head turned for a few moments before suddenly stopping, the lightbulb in his head having switched on after connecting the dots; Unfortunately, it wasn't the kind of eureka moment that he was hoping for. Suna pulled up his hood and tightened it, making sure it wouldn't fall back easily, set up his sand parasol, and went on his way to find this Urethanes Truer.

Everywhere Else / Re: Bone of the First [SSMR]
« on: January 27, 2018, 05:36:34 PM »
Suna's ears twitched at the sound of the door's bell. The shop was not in that great of shape, and yet considering the situation the building was in, a surprising amount of Dust was out in the open; Hemmer must be respected by the community or be a fearsome fellow to maintain a shop such as this. Maybe it was both.

His eyes, focused on the surroundings, went back to the man that was tending the counter who was quick to return his to his book upon Suna's arrival, further drawing intrigue from the hammer-dragging boy.

Suna made his way into the shop, a sizable glob of sand following him tasked with carrying and concealing the hammer. He perused the wares and noticed that every single weapon was Makarm'd; given the average quality of the weapons and the general upkeep of the shop, Suna wondered if there was even a point to it. If the place was actually making money, it was obviously going somewhere else.

He shook his head, pushing the thoughts out of his head for the time being and refocused on the task at hand. Suna found a sturdy-enough looking mace and approached the counter. "How much for the mace?" Suna asked as he held up the mace. "Oh, and did anyone get a hammer from you recently? I stumbled across one and was lookin' to get it back to its rightful owner".

Everywhere Else / Re: Bone of the First [SSMR]
« on: January 26, 2018, 03:47:37 PM »
Suna's rat ears twitched as the man raised his voice, the sounds spilling through the various holes embedded in the building. He shrugged of the demand; he had no intention of taking orders from that guy. When the girl emerged from the house shortly after, a smirk flashed across his face. Suna watched her as she followed the blood-trail that he himself had missed. After a few moments, he turned around and headed into the opposite direction, set on paying this weapon-shop a visit.

He dropped the hammer onto the ground and instead dragged it behind him using his semblance as he made his way toward Makarms.

Everywhere Else / Re: Bone of the First [SSMR]
« on: January 25, 2018, 12:40:25 PM »
Everything would've been all fine and dandy. Would've.

Suna balled his fists. "We had it under control until your little fit allowed for her to escape!" He relaxed his hands and the sand stopped flowing into the room.  He returned the glare of the brute. "You've got this under control. I'll leave you to it". It was obviously sarcastic but his tone said otherwise.

He looked down at Maena. "That guy called in the Hats(cops) so we should probably get out of here". He made his way toward the door and stepped onto something hard, discovering that it was the bloodied hammer when he dispersed th he sand. He picked it up and carried it outside. "I'll take out the sand when the girl leaves, or in a minute. Whichever comes first".

Back in the sunlight, Suna noticed there were some murmuring bystanders in the vicinity but he quickly ignored them. He looked around for the blond and assailant but they'd already hone. He reformed his sand parasol and left in an opening for a bit of light to shine through. Giving Maena a minute to leave if she wanted to, he to examine the weapon.

He placed the hammer into the beam and rotated it about. It was fairly new and had a logo that he recognized as Makarms which he new was in the area but as to exactly where he wasn't sure. Suna turned toward the bystanders. "Can anyone point me to Makarms?"

Everywhere Else / Re: Bone of the First
« on: January 24, 2018, 01:26:56 PM »
The ferocity and power of the brutish Faunus left Suna in awe. The apparently assailant and the ill blond had bailed a the drop of a coin, and Suna certainly would've too had it not been for Maena and the injured Faunus.

"We have nothing to do with that girl," Suna strained out as he took a couple steps over so he was in the vicinity of Maena and the poached Faunus. The sand wall that he had erected slumped to the ground for a moment before it made its way toward the brute. Shortly after, a wave of sand began to pour into the room through all the major entryways--the door, window, and hole in the wall--which Suna sent after the furious man, also making sure to keep the sand away from them as best he could.

Fatigue: 3% 7% (+3%)

The Vale Region / Re: Frostbite [Closed]
« on: January 22, 2018, 06:27:42 PM »
In truth, Nicolas has been bluffing, at least partly. He was developing a fighting style to work around his weakness. He could never convince anyone to spar with him, though, not even Praetor Rubra so a fight with Savas would certainly be out of the question. But the grin on his face never faded.

Nicolas shot out of his chair, Aurelia, surprised by the move, shot up herself afraid that he would hurt himself, but she soon realized that he was fine. She sighed. Nicolas tapped his cane against the floor. "Typical rules apply," he said as he started to move about and rummage through some boxes. "And of course: no holding back." Out of a box emerged a few what-appeared-to-be silver bracelets. He tossed one to Savas and then one to Aurelia for good measure. They were aura trackers, designed to send aura information to a display. Unfortunately they were still catching up on some Valish technologies and gadgetless, accessoryless aura tracking was one of those areas.

He put his on before continuing toward the fire. He grabbed a nearby spade and carefully placed ashed atop the flame, and when they seemed to be dying down, he grabbed a bucket full of a sand-ash mixture and dumped that into the fireplace. The home grew fairly dark, the only light coming in through past the window blinds.

"Let's get going." He took hold of his cane once more and opened the door.

Everywhere Else / Re: Bone of the First
« on: January 22, 2018, 06:08:36 PM »
When it came to knowing the layout of the city, Suna was one of the best; it wasn't something he advertised. However, there were unexplored parts of the city, in his mind displayed as simply dark-red, that until recently were too dangerous to venture into. Now that he was in the stages of becoming a full-fledged Huntsman and Scavenger, he felt much more comfortable chipping into those previously untouched zones.

It was in one of those said zones that Suna found himself presently. He was in his mission attire and had his weapon hanging off the side of his hip, concealed, prepared for the possibility of an altercation. Sand was raised above Suna's head like a parasol giving him additional coverage from the relentless Vacuan sun, and in his hands was his scroll, his fingers tapping away as he made observations about the area. The area didn't seem as bad as people and crime records made it out to be, but Suna could've been having a lucky day or overall crime could've been taking a break. For all he knew, it could've even been both. While he was thankful about the peace, this anomaly would certainly require him to return in the future.

That wasn't the only reason Suna was around. "Kill two birds with one stone" is a motto he likes to stick by if he can help it; it makes his schedule more optimal provided that the two tasks aren't at odds with each other. In this case, Suna was also searching for someone, hoping they would have key information he could use to plot out his next scavenging mission.

Suddenly, a faint cry for help came before him and up ahead he saw a blond boy rush into a building. Suna picked up his pace, the sand above his head falling cleanly around his body as his made his way toward the house. Like the boy before him, Suna too paused. The building seemed to match the description of the one described by his other sources. He rushed in as well and made sure to drag plenty of sand in with him.

Suna entered the room, took stock of the situation, and immediately erected a sand wall separating the injured man and the apparent assailant. He had some sand reserved to blind the ram Faunus should she try to attack him and the now-vomiting boy as well. Suna couldn't blame the blond for throwing up, and Suna could feel something stirring in him as well, but a mixture of his curiousness and the darker side of the internet has led him to be fairly desensitized to this sort of stuff.

He reached into one of his pockets and pulled out a small, folded photograph. He unfolded it and held it up so that it was side-by-side with the victim, and after a few seconds he refolded it and replaced it in is pocket. He turned toward the ram.

"It really does. How about explaining yourself?"

The Vale Region / Re: Frostbite [Closed]
« on: January 18, 2018, 02:14:06 PM »
Nicolas nodded and let out a sigh of relief. "I've had that one in me for a while now. I'm glad to finally off my chest". He pointed his cane toward the ceiling. "Now that we've got that out of the way, how about I send you two off with a little...spar," Nicolas said. It was hard to tell if he was being serious or not.

Aurelia nearly coughed up her drink. "Excuse me? Not in your...condition...," her voice trailed off. She was fully aware of how he would respond.

"Nobody believed that I could fight anymore. And they were right. But I don't want to sit on the sidelines for the rest of my life so I've been trying to figure out a way to work around my weakness. What do you say? Would you like a sneak peek, Savas?" he grinned.

"Have you ever...," Mao rubbed his hands together (as best he could, anyway) as he tried to think up a good truth, had anyone in this room in mind when you've." Mao made a loose fist with one hand and an open palm with the other. He hit the bottom of his fist a few times against his palm making a rather uncomfortable noise.

While he could vaguely tell from the distorted screens that something was heading their way, he was caught off guard by the collision. Avery fell to the ground, managing to at least catch himself before fully smashing against the floor. But his wrist didn't handle the maneuver well and a sharp pain shot up his right arm. He allowed his wrist to give way for relief.

Avery stood himself back up, but the flashing lights and sirens were making it hard to focus. He glanced around the screens again and managed to find one that told him what was going on below him. Avery's breathing froze while he deciphered what was on the screen and resumed with a lengthy exhale. He went back onto the comms. "We have a breach in the hull, port side. I repeat, there is a breach in the hull, port side." Avery let out a deep sigh after toggling off the comms. He formed his hands into fists to keep them under control.

He walked over to the front-viewing window of the bridge and watched as the storm put on a brilliant light-show.

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