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Post by Wakeshima Shoji on Apr 25, 2014 8:40:42 GMT -7
After Shoji cut a man down and he fell to the ground, his unusual crimson eyes caught sight of someone further down the battlefield. It was an archer, and aiming his weapon right for Shoji! Narrowing his eyes, the psychopath dashed to the side, using the fighting bodies as cover. Shoji went up to two fighting men and sliced through the enemy soldier's knees from behind. Stabbing him through the chest, dealing the killing blow, Shoji took a hold of his kimono, gripping tightly, and lifted him up.
"Thank you kindly, little sheep~"
Quite literally having a meat shield, Shoji would run towards the archer, dashing behind others for further cover, not going in a straight line, to try and make it more challenging. It wouldn't do if he got shot so early in the game and just as Shoji was enjoying himself.
If he could draw near, Shoji would attempt to strike down the archer, by throwing the body towards him and lunging forward, stabbing his blade through both chests.
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Post by Wakeshima Shoji on Apr 10, 2014 10:21:45 GMT -7
Shoji smirked. It was time.
The laying, waiting wolf revealed his fangs and leaped forward, charging straight towards his prey. Katana in left hand, Shoji swiftly moved ahead, veering off towards the side. As much as he wanted to sink his teeth into the prey right at the front, there were those at the sides and at the back, those that were trying to flee, or who would soon enough (but Shoji and others wouldn't give them that chance, encircling them.) And nothing smelled and tasted better than fear.
A man near the front of the running group was cut down by the psychopath, and Shoji grinned widely in sadistic amusement. Crimson flew in the air, raining down, and it continued to rain blood as Shoji would swiftly slice and dice at as many soldiers as he could.
"Little sheep, little sheep, it's time to sleep~" cooed the psychopath, who chuckled in delight as he killed the soldiers. With a smirk, Shoji purred with a dark sensuality, crimson eyes glinting like his bloodied katana in the night, "But not before you bleed and bleat~!"
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Post by Wakeshima Shoji on Mar 28, 2014 23:54:45 GMT -7
Oh, look at all of the glorious blood. Listen to the cries! There was so much death, as the two men swung at the pirates. Shoji was practically frothing.
His crimson eyes glimmered in response. "I've been cooped up like a cat." He then grinned widely, smile that of the Cheshire Cat. As he went on, his arm waved across the bodies and few survivors. "I got bored. These are the most boring group of pirates I've ever come across. Hasn't been a single drop of blood shed since I joined them..." one of the men writhed on the ground. Shoji sauntered over to him and pressed his foot against the man's sliced, bleeding throat, choking the life out of him. The man smirked darkly, "until now."
Someone charged Shoji and the psychopath cut him down with ease, twirling around and chuckling. He exclaimed cheerily to Yuy, "Thank you, lovely stranger, for cutting that man in two, and reminding me what I missed so very much~ You are a real doll."
It seemed before the other ship sank, it fired a few times at the pirate ship. While the others were distracted, trying to keep their balance, Shoji began to cut them down left and right, laughing sadistically. As the ship began to slowly sink, he jumped up on the rail of the ship. Shoji swiveled around and faced Yuy, grinning widely. He bowed and exclaimed, "Seems we are going down. Until we meet again, in Yomi or in life~"
And Shoji would fall freely and with ease, crashing into the water. Lol exits
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Post by Wakeshima Shoji on Mar 28, 2014 11:33:48 GMT -7
(Prepare for some douchiness, btw. Lolol!) She talked far too much. Unless it was Kurai or they were talking sensually to him, that was a really unattractive trait. At her words (at least the ones that he paid attention to before droning out), he raised his brows.
"Courtesan?" Shoji thought she was just an ordinary whore. Courtesans generally didn't hang out around these areas. They were far too classy and were in nice whorehouses and with the wealthy. Shoji would know, often mooching off of the rich. It was Shoji's turn to laugh. "Oh... sure."
The psychopath leaned in close, crimson eyes peering into hers. But he was above her, looking down at her, both in a literal and figurative sense. His deep, buttery voice dripped with sarcasm and there was a smirk glistening within her blood-red eyes as he remarked, "I am uncertain as to where you are from, Little Miss, but in Japan, women do not hang around in bars offering to talk about love and discussing business, unless they are whores. So beg pardon if I offended you in some way. Obviously, you are a respectable woman with the utmost class."
He leaned back, the man snorting and downing the rest of his drink. As he stood up, Shoji lightly pat her cheek. "Also," added the psychopath with the tilt of his head and with a wide smile. If it weren't for the condescension, he would come across as entirely charming, "I recommend smiling and giggling more, and talking considerably less, if you wish to be married and not live out your days alone. I do not know of a single country where the culture cares about what women have to say or what they think. Maybe in the future, but not today."
Shoji bent down and whispered, "... Just a word of advice, kid."
The woman didn't interest Shoji whatsoever. Sure, she was pretty, but that was it. The girl had this air of confidence and entitlement, and the Japanese man found it to be entirely unbecoming. This girl was not a goddess. She did not cover herself in blood and consume the suffering of others. It was just some stupid girl who thought she deserved respect from him, and all that made him want to do was crush her. Make her squirm and writhe in agony.
But... she was suddenly unattractive to him and Shoji was in a cheerful mood. A pleasant one (and not just to him, but for others, too. Genuinely so.) Tormenting others pleased him, but Shoji was being genuinely amiable. He wanted to skip and dance in his emotion of love, and to spread it, in a sense. Surprisingly, Shoji didn't feel like raping and killing. All he wanted to do was giggle and have a good, non-bloody and non-scream-filled time.
Buuuut with that being said, Shoji really did like what he saw of this hooded boy. Shoji sauntered over to Haji, and an arm slid around his shoulders. The pleasant psychopath grinned widely. Not in any sort of menacing way. In fact, the expression on the tall man was quite... adorable. Anything and everything Haru had said was either forgotten or entirely ignored. Either way, it had the same result.
Haji was Shoji's focus right now. The apple of his eyes.
Oh boy.
"Why yes~" cooed the man. He released an adorkable giggle and pat Haji's shoulder. "In fact, I'd venture to say that you are the most attractive in the room. And that snow-white hair. Why, I don't know about you, but I find it to be quite mystifying. Bewitching, even."
He blinked, releasing that could come across rude, and his free hand waved up and down. Shoji closed his eyes, sweatdropping a little, and chuckling lightly as though in fear of offending Haji. "But only in the most positive light, of course."
His thoughts went to Kurai, and a loving sigh released from his lips. He smiled as she came to mind. "Her hair is the same. Oh, but she dyes it a most soft pink. Like cherry blossoms~"
Shoji drifted out of dreamland and shook his head. Sitting down, he tilted his head, so that he could look at Haji's hidden face and gaze upon him. A cheeky grin spread across his lips. "Do you have a special someone?"
The man's eyes opened and a flicker was within his eyes, an idea popping into his head. He grew excited and leaned in closer, arm still over his shoulders unless Haji punched him right in the face as he said gleefully, "Ooo! I have a little bit of money left. I can pay for your dinner and we can talk the night away~ Haha! Whaddya say~?"
(Did Shoji's fingers rub Haji's arm a little bit? I don't know. It could have been in Haji's head. -whistles innocently-)
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Post by Wakeshima Shoji on Mar 21, 2014 15:33:05 GMT -7
The bartender simply looked over at Shoji with a deadpan expression, and the man expected nothing less, laughing heartily.
"Just tell me what ya want, kid?" asked the older man gruffly.
Shoji grinned widely. "Strongest stuff you got!" He then mused aloud in a playful manner, "Maybe you need some more intimate attention so you won't be so grumpy all of the time, my fine man. Haha!"
As the bartender grumbled and walked away, a small, soft voice called out to Shoji and he glanced down and at the side, blinking. There was a slender, pretty girl sitting next to him, and his brows rose. The only women who were this forward out in the open were Kurai and prostitutes, and this wasn't his goddess. And so he assumed the latter (not that he had any issues with whores.)
Closing his eyes, the man smiled down at her charmingly. "I appreciate the offer, but I spent most of the money on me on room and board for the next couple of nights. I doubt I could afford you right now~"
Not that that was usually a concern considering his psychopathy, but Shoji was in a particularly amiable mood, love and romance flooding him because of his goddess. He couldn't really get her off of his mind, and didn't want to, and so Shoji wasn't particularly interested in having sex after that magical, bloody night (and the following ones) just a couple of days previous. At least, not at that very moment. Of course, that could easily change for the lustful man.
The bartender slid a drink over at Shoji and the merc smiled at him. After taking a sip, Shoji blinked and pursed his lips. The drink was rather weak. Huh. "Ah. I think I offended him. Oh well~"
He grinned and chuckled, glancing over at the person the slender woman had mentioned. Pursing his lips more, Shoji leaned towards him, leaning down so he could peer under the hood. After getting a look, Shoji sat straight up and exclaimed, afterwards laughing heartily, cheerfully, "You know, boy, you should put that hood down of yours. You're too nice too look at for you to hide yourself away~ Haha!"
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Post by Wakeshima Shoji on Mar 21, 2014 14:31:40 GMT -7
The other attacks were successful, so there wasn't anything for Shoji to do but halt and stand tall. He inhaled deeply, glancing down at his torn chest, and internally shrugged his shoulder. No big deal.
Crimson hues went back to searching the area, looking for more enemies. They seemed to come in groups, with a short pause, and the cycle would repeat with a larger number, and Shoji wondered how long it would go on.
Pursing his lips, not particularly concerned about the matter, as he had a penchant for violence anyway, but still wary, Shoji replied, "Of course, Nanami-chan. And yourself?"
He may have been a psychopath, but the man could certainly play the part of a gentleman.
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Post by Wakeshima Shoji on Mar 17, 2014 11:41:05 GMT -7
Shoji blinked as the lone man swung over to the pirate ship and sliced a man in two, and he then grinned, saying to himself with a chuckle, "What a ballsy fellow. This has gotten very interesting..."
And Shoji wanted the fun to continue.
Slipping backwards discreetly, the psychopath moved over to a cannon as the other pirates were tense and others were shouting, threatening. They were acting as though they had never seen a man split in two before. It was pathetic, really. Weren't they all outlaws?
Pulling out a knife, Shoji walked towards one of the men at the nearest cannon with a lit torch, and the man walked up to him. When getting close and pulling him towards Sho, the psychopath stabbed him in the belly, and ripped upwards. The guy fell slowly onto his knees and before anyone could notice, Shoji lit the cannon, and a boom echoed in the air. It hit right in the center of the other ship, and the pirates looked over at the source, shocked. This was clearly not a part of the plan. Shoji stared at them, smirking, and began heading towards the captain, seemingly carefree.
The captain began to shout, waving his arms in the air, "What in da actual fuck are ya thinkin', ya fuckin' bra-"
When Shoji approached the captain, with a movement like a flash, he severed the head of the captain, through its center. The top half of his head and the body fell to the ground, and Shoji grinned, looking out at everyone else. Normally Shoji hid his behavior, but he hadn't been able to kill or rape for so long, that.... well, he was more than a little stir-crazy. He couldn't let things potentially go down peacefully. Shoji... why, he desired conflict... and lusted for blood and death.
"So many boring weeks here. Let's keep this fun and interesting, shall we?"
He held his katana out, blade gleaming with crimson and blood dripping onto the floor, and he grinned like a hungry wolf, blood-red eyes smiling even wider.
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Post by Wakeshima Shoji on Mar 16, 2014 16:19:23 GMT -7
Excellent. Shoji's attack was successful. He smirked before swiveling around and seeing two creatures left. The others attacked them and the high-functioning psychopath rushed forward, acting as backup. If anyone failed in their attack, he would try to finish off the creature(s) accordingly, whether by decapitation or stabbing in the skull. But if they were all successful, Shoji would stop and stand in place, glancing about carefully, searching for any more enemies or traps.
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Post by Wakeshima Shoji on Mar 15, 2014 0:25:24 GMT -7
Fuck! The problem with non-animal and human prey was shit like this. His attack didn't work, and there wasn't even any blood, and after Shoji made the blow and it was unaffected, claws slashed across the man's broad chest. He couldn't move fast enough, brows furrowing and teeth clenching as he was cut. The pain didn't really bother him, Shoji holding both sadistic and masochistic tendencies, but this simply aggravated him.
It didn't do what he wanted. Shoji should have been in control, desired to kill the creature, and it retaliated. And it wasn't the entertaining screaming and begging of people, or the whimpers and whines of animals. When they fought back, they bled and it elicited in him pleasure. This cocksucker didn't seem to be any fun whatsoever!
How dare it not suffer from his hand and bring him joy from death?! The psychopath so often played god and why... it was his inherent right to do so, was it not? He was born superior, after all. Mind dark and twisted, and far more creative and cruel, manipulative and clever, than practically all others. The only one above him was his goddess, Kurai.
Hissing through his teeth, Shoji glared as the creature removed his katana and tossed it to the side. Another form of disrespect, of insolence.
"Why you..."
Removing the katana from his back, determined to get the better blade later, Shoji went in a stance, prepared to take on the creature that was determined to rip him to shreds and further defy him. But from the corner of Shoji's crimson hues, he caught sight of little miss pirate firing at the creature.
If the cannon hit, he would spit towards the creature and rush towards his better sword, picking it up and slicing and dicing whatever target was nearest if able (or simply defending himself and attempting to block whatever attacks came his way.) If it did not, Shoji would step back with one foot so his weight was even on both legs to make it harder to knock him down and swing, aiming to decapitate the creature's head from its shoulders... or whatever it had.
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Post by Wakeshima Shoji on Mar 14, 2014 1:37:31 GMT -7
After killing the creature, Shoji would turn around to find another jumping at him. Dropping to one knee, the man thrust his left hand out with the katana, the other supporting it, in hopes to impale the critter.
If successful in killing the creature, he would twist the blade and slice it out, searching around for the nearest target and charging towards it, hoping to decapitate whatever enemy, if there were any. Or he'd dodge any possible attacks aimed at him.
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Post by Wakeshima Shoji on Mar 14, 2014 0:58:03 GMT -7
Her question was not one Shoji expected, and he blinked. Did he love her? Love was not often something Shoji thought of, being a creature filled with a voracious lust. There were times he claimed he loved his little sister while molesting her and the woman who taught him much of what he knew sexually, but it was entirely warped and more so words of false affection, to shush Sayuri and please the mistress. But as he gazed upon this pink-haired beauty, he certainly felt something beyond anything he had ever felt or experienced before. There was lust, most certainly, but it was more than that. His entire being and cold, cruel heart ached for her.
Was this what love was? What the rest of the gullible, idiotic individuals of humanity felt?
There wasn't much time to ponder, for in the next moment the little goddess came forward and sunk her teeth into the flesh of his neck. Shoji's crimson eyes widened and his body jerked. Fingers roughly dug into her upper-back and shoulder with one hand and her ass with the other, a masochistic pleasure overwhelming him, wracking his body. Shoji's breath hitched in the middle of his throat and he moaned, the sound mixed with a wince. It hurt so bad, yet was oh so good, and Shoji whipped his head backwards, back and neck arching as she bit into him harder, the different blood now intermingling.
"Aaahh!"
That devilish smirk never left his lips, a breathy chuckle sounding from his lips. If anyone else would have done this, there would have been hell to pay, and yet with it being his goddess, it felt otherworldly. It was as though there were some kind of connection, a supernatural contract. He was hers, and Shoji could not have been happier. It did not feel as though he were being tied down, instead feeling complete in every way imaginable, and in ways he did know could possible exist or he could have even dreamed of.
Pulling the woman away eventually, Shoji inhaled deeply and peered into her blue eyes with his crimson hues. For the first time in his existence, his smile was soft, genuinely so. There was even a twinkle in his eyes, as the psychopath was oddly enough overwhelmed with truly romantic sentiment.
"I love you more than death itself," answered Shoji, forehead resting against hers. His large hand rose up to her cheek, the other still beneath Kurai's ass (and consequently against the corpse underneath as well), and his thumb stroked her blood-stained cheek. "My entirety belongs to you, is for you. You are my one god."
Shoji's hand lowered to her chest, resting over her heart. The lids of his crimson eyes fluttered low, drooping, and he leaned in to kiss her lips, licking the plump, tender bottom flesh.
He breathed ever so softly against her, "I love and worship solely you~"
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Post by Wakeshima Shoji on Mar 8, 2014 23:15:27 GMT -7
Since Shoji had been glancing upwards, he had caught sight of the floating, dark balls, eyes narrowing. Upon seeing crawlers pop out of them, his crimson eyes widened and he brought his hands up, one holding the handle of his katana and the other the back of the sword, to hopefully help block and nullify the damage.
"Umph!"
Being knocked onto the ground, the psychopath grunted as the weight of the crawler pinned him down. Shoji would use his strength to push up, jerking his arm to the side, in an attempt to slit the throat (or face? Whatever anatomically works) of the creature. If this attack was successful, Shoji would jump up onto his two feet and charge the nearest creature, whether that be crawler or wall-creature, and attempt to decapitate it with his blade, or stab it in the head (depending on the height and all.) And if that worked as well, he would continue to attack whatever other creatures in a similar manner. Slicing and dicing, baby.
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Post by Wakeshima Shoji on Mar 8, 2014 2:41:43 GMT -7
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Antsy with having to wait for the storm to settle, Shoji began inspecting his blades. They glimmered, cleaned from the last usage, and they thirsted for blood, just as the towering psychopath did. He grinned merrily down at them, envisioning the carnage he would bring about later, and it helped satiate the man.
He didn't go east nor west, having more experience with head on battles. Shoji was more suited for such than the sneak attacks (not that he couldn't do so), and so the man simply waited, biding his time.
"Soon~"
Oh, yes. The wolf was hungry. Once the storm settled, the predator would be able to sink his teeth into their prey and quench his thirst for suffering, blood, and death.
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Post by Wakeshima Shoji on Mar 6, 2014 13:15:25 GMT -7
There was no chance for dancing. Shoji screeched to a halt as all of the enemies were taken out, and he closed his eyes and grinned, sweatdropping. There was no way he was ever going to mess with that woman.
Standing up straight, Shoji noticed the chest popping up and would glance around. That seemed far too easy. With what was rumoured, there was a shitton of treasure here. A few skeletons just... didn't seem to fit. Plus, what was the fun in them being taken out so quickly?
Shoji was suspicious and headed towards the others, again, watching warily. Sure, he loved to fight, but he hadn't survived this long by being consistently careless. It took more to fight well than simply brawn and speed. Left hand still gripping his katana, he replied to Constantine, "I'll back you up, kid."
Looking upwards, he then murmured, "With my experience and simply the rumours told, getting treasure like this isn't so easy..."
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Post by Wakeshima Shoji on Mar 5, 2014 1:06:03 GMT -7
"Doesn't the ship seem a little... small?" inquired Shoji, quirking a single brow.
"We didn' hire ya ta think," grumbled the captain. "We hired ya ta fight. We don' need yer brain. We need yer brawn, kid. So shuddup!"
Shoji replied with a bow of the head and a cheerful smile, all while envisioning slaughtering the man. Both for the sheer pleasure for spilling someone's blood and because he was being such a dick to him, and obviously Shoji was far superior in every single way.
The pirate ship was heading towards a small cargo ship and, as they neared, sails larger and ship faster than the other, Shoji noticed only one man on deck.
"One fighter? Well, that simply seems... cruel," said the man, a wide grin spreading across his lips. 'How delightful~'
After firing once at the ship (more of a warning shot, than anything) upon catching up to it, the captain would move towards the railing. He shouted when they were close enough to be within ear-shot, "Just give us what ya have here, and we want hafta cause too much trouble for ya."
There were shouts and nods of approval, and the psychopath just wanted to roll his eyes, but only did so internally. Sure. While it was easier to get it over peacefully, Shoji rather hoped the man on the other ship would try to fight. It would be far more fun.
Although, even if the other ship did agree with the captain of the pirates terms--Shoji's crimson eyes switched over to wheel of their ship and glanced back to the captain--the tall psychopath had... other plans, to say the least.
After all, all of this time out on the sea made him both extra horny and, most of all, his bloodlust had been unable to be satiated for a while.
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Post by Wakeshima Shoji on Mar 5, 2014 0:09:53 GMT -7
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Was Shoji on drugs? He didn't recall taking any that day, but there sure did seem like a trip. While he probably should have been, Shoji really wasn't too alarmed, going with the flow, and as he fell, the man rolled and got up partially. As he was kneeling, the smell of death and decay filled his nostrils, and the man smirked. In fact, his smile turned into a grin at seeing the skeletons rising up.
While for most this would have been a bad trip, Shoji felt like partying. Hard.
"Time to dance~"
Rising up, he grinned like a wolf, extending his right arm, while his left holding the katana was drawn back. Making sure not to get in the way of the canon fire (and running straight into someone's blade lol), Shoji charged straight forward. He would rush and attempt to stab one in the chest, before spinning around and attempting to decapitate another, before trying to elbow another enemy in the skull with his free arm (well, depending on where they are all positioned and if my rolls don't royally suck this time around. He'll just attack whatever he is able, if at all. lolol! xDDD)
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Post by Wakeshima Shoji on Mar 3, 2014 2:49:20 GMT -7
There were three paths, and Shoji stopped, brows quirking. Interesting. It seemed to split up so early in the game would be unwise, and the better option was to work together and remain as a team, especially while they were uncertain as to what was ahead behind each door.
Pursing his lips, the tall man would tilt his head and add his input, "I'd personally say go for the middle, but... either way is fine with me."
(Get good gear and items to equip, and take out the toughest section, before heading for the traps, which is geared for range, me thinks~? :3)
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Post by Wakeshima Shoji on Mar 1, 2014 0:00:57 GMT -7
(I actually wrote this once before earlier in the month and lost it, and it was a hell of a lot better, so sorry for the crappiness. >.<)
Another test, huh? At least this one wasn't specifically for Shoji and was for everyone serving under his goddess's father. Even so, Shoji was actually excited for this one. There was something about the burn of a particularly intense workout that made Sho feel invigorated. That searing pain in the muscles, all of the oxygen in his lungs. It was almost intoxicating, the only things better being sex and inflicting pain and death. The blood running through his veins was hot; he was a stallion, wild and fierce. He was full of excitement, overflowing with darkness and vigor.
The night-owl actually awoke at the break of dawn readily, cheerfully even. He was outside ready to go among the first of the men, all of which were bleary-eyed but Shoji, who inhaled the cool air. It was pouring out and there was much mumbling and groaning among the men, but the weather did not deter him.
Once everyone was outside, the instructions were given. They had twelve hours to complete the training and were to run ten laps around the camp, and do one-hundred-and-fifty push-ups and two-hundred sit-ups. Shoji knew it was a lot and it was going to hurt, but nevertheless he was excited. In fact, it was part of why he was excited.
As they started and began to run, Shoji's long legs and athletic form kept him in the front. The first three laps were easy, as Shoji paced himself, even then staying far ahead of the majority of others. People were so very pathetic, and the psychopath was grinning ear-to-ear as he felt the burn in his legs.
The rain didn't let up and only grew worse, and it became more of a chore to pick up his feet each time due to the mud. But Shoji was strong and remained in the front even as he slowed. By the eighth lap, keeping up the pace was growing tiresome, sweat and water intermixed and dripping down his cool, soaked flesh. Stopping only momentarily, both kimono and sandals were removed and tossed aside before he continued on. The clothing were simply soaked and weighed him down, and the shoes were proving too much of a hassle with getting stuck in the mud.
Shoji passed by the others on his ninth lap and, being so far ahead, slowed down to a nice, brisk job for the final lap. Reaching the area for push-ups and sit-ups, Shoji sat down and took a break, slowing his breath. About two and a half hours passed and he rested for an hour, finding a piece of scaffolding on the ground from a past project with the camp, and he laid down on it, arms and legs extended as if to express that this was, in fact, his territory. The wood kept Shoji off of the mud and there was a canopy of trees overhead, so it was relatively dry there.
Nibbling on an apple, when he finished most of it, some of the others arrived. They looked at him enviously and Shoji ignored them, continuing to lightly eat before continuing the work out. While he was laying down, two men came into view, threatening about the scaffolding and how it was going to be theirs now.
Shoji simply snorted and rolled his eyes, a small smirk tugging at his lips. He took another bite of his apple and the others stepped closer, getting louder. They were making threats and were about ready to try and kick his ass. Releasing a slow, heavy sigh and closing his eyes, Shoji paused before whipping out his hand and taking a hold of the nearest foot, fingers clasping tightly around the ankle. Yanking, he brought the man down and, upon sitting up, threw the remaining apple at the one standing. They all got into a fight, and quickly Shoji put them into their places, bloodying them up. He had the time to rest, had something to eat, and was much larger than them. They didn't really stand a chance, and made a stupid mistake from being irritable and weary. Shoji was the alpha-dog and established it yet again, and the others seemed to back away and stay quiet as he kicked and punched the shit out of the two men. Kicking them as they scrambled off, the psychopath spat on the ground before grinning.
"That's right. Back the fuck off, kiddies. You can have it when I'm done."
Stretching out his limbs, the man plopped back down and rested for another ten or fifteen minutes before deciding to do the rest. The fight had wasted some time, but at least the others knew what was his, so he supposed it wasn't entirely a waste of time. Some of the others had decided to start and Shoji began with them after a relatively lengthy break (and distraction.) The scaffolding and canopy of trees made the push-ups considerably easier, as his hands and arms didn't sink into the mud. But with the long run before, after about fifty straight push-ups, there was definitely a burn in his muscled arms. From there on, Shoji did intervals of fifteen and twenty, and took breaks that would last a couple of minutes before continuing on. He finished among the couple of others within less than an hour, but unlike them he went straight to the sit-ups. The burn felt intense, it felt good. He wanted to do more and to get it done. To feel that sense of accomplishment. In fact, Shoji hungered for it.
Even with his love for the burn and intense workouts, Shoji kept with his same pace with the push-ups, taking short breaks. Even the workout fanatic was really feeling it, tiredness beginning to make him feel like molasses (not that that would stop him from being ahead!) Now most of his body burned, legs, arms, and abs, and the crunching only intensified the sensation, especially with his stomach muscles. But he was fit and determined, and Shoji finished strong, completely the sit-ups in a similar, good time.
He finished long before the twelve hours and simply laid on his back for a good thirty minutes, grinning up at the canopy of the trees, reveling in the burn. Goddamn, it simultaneously felt so fantastic and so painful, and Shoji could only describe the sensation as euphoria.
Eventually he stood up, rubbing his aching, burning muscles and moved along just as a couple of others finished. Shoji decided to eat and take a long, nice nap, before possibly seeing his goddess. That would certainly make this day complete.
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Post by Wakeshima Shoji on Feb 28, 2014 17:54:09 GMT -7
[[Making this fit a bit more with Kurai's fucked up dad and Shoji. ^^;]]
Being a samurai who focused on melee, Shoji had been entirely unfamiliar with guns. Certainly he had seen them, but the man had never personally used them. They were loud and slow, and he much preferred the sword. In fact, Shoji would rather use a bow than a damn rifle. What good would a gun do? Plus, they felt even more impersonal than a bow, and that was simply wrong to the high-functioning psychopath.
Shoji scoffed at the idea of using the weapon, but Kurai's father insisted he at least learn how to use one, and so he agreed. Over the last five days, the man had been learning how to use a gun, assemble them, take them apart, and shoot. Especially in the first few days, it was a grueling, arduous task, but by the sixth morning, Shoji felt at least comfortable with the weapon. And so now it was time to be tested.
Oh boy...
By mid-morning, Shoji walked out onto a field with Kurai's father. There were ten men kneeling on the ground one-hundred yards away, bags over their heads and foot and hands bound, and someone stood out there at the side near them. The sound of crying and pleas filled the air, and it brought both Shoji and his goddess's father pleasure. At least they held that mutual feeling and Shoji didn't need to hide his true nature. Well... at least not fully.
Nodding at being instructed over what to do, Shoji picked up the loaded weapon and took aim at the man at the end. Waiting several moments, he fired and blood splattered from the back of the man's head, and he fell onto the ground. Grinning, Shoji reloaded the gun and moved onto the next target. Taking aim again, he made the shot, and by the fourth he was feeling rather giddy.
The fifth target was shaking his head fearfully and Shoji had difficulty taking aim, and upon firing missed entirely. Shoji cursed himself and the ninja out there among the others went up to the man and slit the missed target's throat. He fell to the ground, drowning in his own blood, body convulsing. Shoji looked on longingly, wishing that could have been his job.
Releasing a sigh, Shoji reloaded and made sure to carefully aim again, and he fortunately made the head shot, killing the sixth man Kurai's father wanted dead. Or was it for amusement? He couldn't be sure, and didn't particularly care.
By the ninth shot, Shoji grew a little cocky again and missed, although he did hit the man. The bullet instead hit his shoulder, and he fell onto the ground, crying out in agony. Shoji scowled at missing the head, and the ninja brought the squirming man up, ending his life. The psychopath glanced over at his lover's father, who looked at Shoji incredulously.
Shit. He really had to make this next shot.
When reloading the rifle and taking aim, this person was really squirming and Sho bit down on his bottom lip, chewing at it. Releasing it, Shoji took his time and waited, to ensure that he could time it just right. After nearly a minute passed, beads of sweat slipping down the back of his neck and down his forehead, Shoji fired and hit the head. Because of the area, the man fell onto the ground, convulsing for a few moments before stopping.
"Phew..."
That was a close one, and Shoji smiled nervously, the other simply nodding and motioning Shoji forward to go to the next trial. The psychopath had half-expected to see animals or newborn babies flung up into the air, but instead they were simply bags of sand, and Shoji wasn't sure whether he should feel relieved, because they wouldn't move quite as much as a living creature, or disappointed from the lack of blood there would be.
Shoji hadn't practiced with moving targets and so the first two he missed, first shooting too early and the second time shooting too late, and Shoji cursed himself for it. Fuck! He only had one more chance! Reloading the gun, the tall man took aim and waited until the bag went above where he aimed, reaching its peak, and then fired. The bag burst and Shoji immediately smiled. Victory!
So that was what he needed to do. Okay. Shoji made sure to continue to aim as he did previously after reloading, waiting for the bag to reach above the end of the barrel of the rifle and reach its peak. Each time he fired, the sand went flying from the bags getting hit. It seemed Shoji was getting pretty decent with it, only grazing the side of one of the bags the seventh time around before he had put a little bit too much gunpowder in the rifle and the recoil was more than Shoji expected. It wasn't a direct hit and clearly hadn't pleased Kurai's father, but the remaining two shots were done beautifully, hitting right in the center of the sandbags. He certainly finished strong and performed much better than his first two shots.
Lowering the weapon, Shoji turned to face Kurai's father who expressed his approval and the tall man bowed respectively. "I am glad I pleased you, sir."
"Shall we have a drink then, kid?"
"That would be lovely, sir. Thank you."
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Post by Wakeshima Shoji on Feb 28, 2014 16:54:06 GMT -7
"Any takers?" inquired Shoji with a grin.
There was a game of sorts going on which was to test out the fighting capabilities of the people in the camp. There had been cheering and a lot of excitement until Shoji stepped in. Towering over pretty much everyone there, when the psychopath stepped into the ring after two men knocked themselves out, the crowd grew quiet. His stature and height were intimidating enough, but they had seen Shoji in battle, and people stepped back when his crimson hues went over them.
"Oh, come ooon, comrades. We are expected to fight, aren't we?" said the man with a(n amused) pout, raising up his hands. Removing his kimono and tossing it to the side, Shoji swung his arms, which only seemed to highlight his muscles. Quirking a brow, he went on to say, pulling out a large bag of money from his hakama, "Won't anybody even join if we put higher stakes? Do some betting?"
It was everything on Shoji, which was a lot, and this piqued the interest of some fellows, which was what the man was hoping for. Finally, a brave soldier came forward and Shoji grinned.
"Fantastic! Let's start~"
The man seemed hesitant to charge, and so Shoji went forward, eventually breaking out into a run. Upon swinging his fist, the opponent seemed to narrowly dodge, doing so again at a quick second strike. Shoji wasn't even giving the man a chance to throw in any punches or kicks, swiftly causing him to draw back. Upon stumbling as he walked backwards, Shoji took advantage of the situation and brought his hand forward, punching him on the side of the head. The other stumbled away, spitting out blood, and Shoji charged again, throwing a fake one before giving a strong left hook right under the jaw. As his head snapped back, the psychopath grabbed the man's kimono, pulling him in, and kneed him in the stomach.
Not giving him the chance to recover (or cry uncle), Shoji proceeded to punch him in the sides, likely breaking some bones, and continued to clobber on the guy, throwing punches left and right with such an intense animalistic ferocity. A wolf-like grin revealed Shoji's teeth, crimson hues glinting, and it was clear he was having an excellent time. He even kicked him while he was down. The poor bastard never had a chance.
It wasn't until the opponent's cries stopped that Shoji slowed down to a stop. There was nothing left to fuel him, to give him pleasure, and so he blinked, stepping back and staring down at his work of art. Admittedly, it would have been much nicer if he had been allowed blades and to kill.
Some of the men dragged the guy out, immediately taking him for medical attention, and Shoji looked up, smiling again. "Anybody else~?"
Two men stepped in, both looking angry, and one of them hissed, "Bullshit! You need to go down, you fuckin' asshole!"
"Ooo scary~ Let's go then. Haha!"
The charged him and the taller of the two aimed strikes at Shoji, which he dodged earlier. He made a few punches, so dodged and others making hits, and a few landed on Shoji's arm that was held up defensively. Right as Shoji was about to take advantage of an opening, the other jumped on Sho's back. The psychopath stumbled back, elbowing the man sharply several times in quick succession. A shudder of pleasure at hearing the cracks of his ribs ran down his spine and it was oh so delightful. As his hold loosened on Shoji, the man took a hold on his forearm and proceeded to swing him around, colliding him into the other opponent, who had been taking advantage and landed some shots on the sides of Shoji.
They fell onto the ground and Shoji charged, kicking one of his side right in the solar plexus, before rushing the other and stomping his foot on his throat. Crimson eyes were wide in delight, nature unable to help but slip out a little, as his foot slowly started crushing the man's windpipe. But Shoji didn't kill him, stepping off when the other started to roll back onto his side (and the other guy was sufficiently knocked out.) Kicking him in the stomach and listening to pleas to stop, Shoji couldn't help but chuckle.
Another then entered the ring, and another after him, and soon a small group had charged forward to take on Shoji. This was certainly turning out to be most interesting! Shoji took out several, evading attacks and punching with both left and right hooks, kneeing some and shoving others so he could take on an opponent laying hits on him. The psychopath laughed as he was swarmed an as hits connected to him, and people continued to be bruised, both Shoji (who didn't seem to quit) and the others until finally the leader of the camp came to his senses (or something) and shouted for them to stop. Punching out one last one in the back of the head, Shoji smiled amongst the center of the moaning and groaning group, teeth a little bloodied from some blows dealt on him.
"Aw... so soon?" said the man with a pout, before chuckling and spitting out some of the blood. He moved out from the center and picked up the large bag of money and his kimono. Shoji shrugged his shoulders, exiting the ring with some of the others who could still stand. "What a shame."
He was really hoping to snap more bones ,and break some faces and pride. Oh well. There would be another time~ Although... likely not with this group. With the glares aimed his way, Shoji decided to grab his things and to leave the camp. They had such poor attitudes about the whole thing!
Psh. Wusses.
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Post by Wakeshima Shoji on Feb 28, 2014 12:39:41 GMT -7
[[The socking in the nuzzle and yanking of the reigns CAN be effective (but kinda mean.) Especially with stallions because they are a pain in the freaking ass. My mom had to do some of that when her horses would try to throw her off or run her into branches of trees... >.>;]]
For the last few years, Sho had been borrowing horses and needed his own. Because of Shoji's large stature, he needed a larger horse and one with plenty of endurance. Due to the majority of Japanese samurai using ponies, there was some difficulty in finding one that would work with Shoji's size. But eventually he came across a merchant at a sea-town with a wide-variety of breeds, and there was a roan stallion which stood at seventeen hands at the withers. He was the perfect size for the wandering ronin and just as feisty as he was, and so Shoji made the purchase.
The stallion's name was Hajime, and Shoji figured he may as well stick with it, spending the next week riding the stallion and breaking him. Because of his fiery spirit, it took more of a forceful hand, but as Shoji's demeanor was exactly that way, it was scarcely a problem for him. They were an excellent pair.
After spending three days riding to a camp where he took on a job, he was told the day upon arriving that there was required cavalry training. It was to be the following day at sunrise, and Shoji could do nothing but agree to be up bright and early. Really, who in the fuck did jumping and courses at the crack of dawn?
He had a feeling this camp was going to mess up his social life and, as a result, probably wouldn't last long.
Ready with his stallion, Shoji was at the course at the expected time, bleary-eyed and irritated from not being able to drink and take one of the whores the previous night, or even inflict any pain. And so he stood in silence as the others went through the course, firm hand steadily holding the reigns and keeping Hajime in his place.
By mid-morning, it was Shoji's turn and it seemed many anticipated how he would do, to which he only internally scoffed at. With ease, the psychopath mounted the stallion and lightly kicked, and Hajime leaped forward in excitement.
The small jumps were all first, and they went by with a breeze, Shoji lightly tugging the reigns so that the horse would make the appropriate three turns. Upon making a forth, there was a large jump proceeded by a medium one, and Shoji squeezed his thighs and leaned forward. Hajime charged forward, dirt flying up from the pounding of his hooves, and right before they made the jump the stallion seemed to have a fit. With a forceful and strong hand, Sho tightly gripping at the reigns and gave loud commands, bringing the horse around in several circles. Rearing up a few times, Shoji jumped off of the horse and yanked roughly at the bit, the metal cutting the mouth. The man brought the stallion's head close to Shoji's, turning the head so the stallion could look right into the man's crimson eyes.
"Knock it the fuck off!" he growled lowly, and when the horse tried to rear again, Shoji quickly popped his fist against the stallion's muzzle. He hissed, yanking down again, "No!"
Hajime snorted, head jerking back in surprise, and he shook his head. Shoji hadn't hit hard enough to cause any damage, but it certainly put across his point, and the stallion only snorted, stomping at his feet. After staring down the beast for a good ten seconds more to show who was the boss and assert dominance, Shoji proceeded to mount Hajime again, clicking his tongue and squeezing his thighs, turning the beast back around to give them plenty of distance before charging. This time they made the jump without any difficulties, the medium sized one shortly after easily overcome.
There was another turn and a succession of several medium jumps, and they were successful. One again the horse was spooked at the final turn by the last jump, another large one, but this time there wasn't too much of a difficulty. With a pat on the back and Shoji turning him around a couple of times, eventually Hajime was coaxed into making the jump. One lap down.
Shoji went around again and there was little difficulty with the jumps, besides the hooves making a slight connection with one of the bars from the large jump and knocking it off. But by the third time around (and someone had run out and put the bar back in place), the jump was made beautifully along with the rest of the course, making the appropriate turns and jumps.
By the end, Hajime had broken out into a good sweat, roan coat shimmering in the sun, and, as they exited, Shoji jumped off and he was given a nod of approval with how he showed his dominance, given some compliments. The man simply bowed his head, saying the appropriate words of appreciation, even though he didn't care what any of them thought or said.
And so the ronin led his stallion out, traveling over to the others who had finished the course and had their horses drinking from one of the large troughs.
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Post by Wakeshima Shoji on Feb 28, 2014 0:52:42 GMT -7
Another came up from behind Shoji and the man glanced backwards, knowing he was there even if the other didn't speak. Shoji's brows arched momentarily from seeing his white hair, but it wasn't a huge shock with his pink-haired goddess. The white-haired individual came across as a broody type, and Shoji ignored him for now, turning his head back around to face the others, grinning all the wider.
Despite how he came across, Sho was rather perceptive and took in everyone. So there were plenty of pirates, huh? That was interesting, especially since Shoji hadn't come across that many. There were the occasional who would appear at the parties of the wealthy patrons, but that was about it.
Looking over the group, he took them all in, making observations and mental notes. Two female fighters piqued his interest and Shoji would have to suppress his dark desires, but with the prospect of power and wealth, it was certainly plausible. One was a foreigner, which was interesting in and of itself, but he wasn't the first (nor would be the last) Sho had come across. And the last was certainly the quiet and dark type, only one of which Shoji could relate too. There was only one who appeared capable of range, and Shoji hoped she would be enough. Due to his height and build, the man suspected he would be at the front, and he didn't particularly have an issue with that. In fact, he rather enjoyed it, and he hoped whatever was in the castle bled.
After everyone introduced themselves, Shoji bowed, smiling warmly. "Wakeshima Shoji, ladies and gents."
Glancing over at Jina, he smiled at her and said, tone familiar and even kind, "There is no need to worry yourself, Jina-chan. We will be alright. Everyone seems tough here~"
Shoji wasn't so sure about his words, but he hoped at the very least everyone could hold their own. Either way, he lied and would continue to lie, because that was simply what he did. What he had to do, being what he was.
Turning towards who seemed to be the leader of the group, Shoji spoke to Nanami while walking behind her, "I know I am ready to go, Nanami-chan. How would you like our formation to be? I would suggest bringing me to the front, and perhaps you in the back with those handy cannons of yours, and then Constantine-san and Jina-chan will be at the flanks? As for the lone rogue, perhaps the middle as well, I would think."
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Post by Wakeshima Shoji on Feb 27, 2014 12:10:27 GMT -7
The man thought it was a lie about the screams and death, but was pleasantly surprised upon realizing that those whispers among fearful villagers and boasting (or just as fearful) fighters were true. The agony immensely amused Shoji, and he wanted to take a part in it. To find the source. But the mouth-watering promise of immense treasure and power... well, Shoji's greed drew him more to that... at least, for now.
Shoji was grinning nonchalantly as he strode over to the castle. Upon entering, he saw three people and blinked. And two of them... why, they were women. While keeping his distance and remaining in the shadows, his crimson eyes glinted as they gazed over the two women's forms hungrily, tongue licking lips like a predator. But the psychopath's desire for wealth right now overcame any carnal lust at that time, pushing it to the side. No, Shoji wouldn't try anything. Not now. Not with these women. He was a high-functioning monster, after all. Shoji knew enough that he needed help to get this wealth and power with all of the rumours about this place. There would be no backstabbing or atrocities, at least from his person.
Why, he would be the perfect samurai! A reliable, charming gentleman.
Commenting on the man's words, Shoji went on to say, "Why else would this lovely maiden be, or the other, or... why, any of us? Obviously, we are all wise and filled with desire, willing to work hard for wealth," he said as he strode forward into sight. Shoji seemed nothing besides kindhearted, his expression warm and cheerful. The swordsman laughed heartily, in amusement, brows arching upwards as he added, "Or fools with an insatiable greed, willing to die for a hopeless quest for that same wealth."
Toying with his dagger, Shoji then tilted his head and smiled widely, saying in a false (but convincing), almost endearing nervousness, "I would like to think that an insatiable greed doesn't have to constitute idiocy, though. And that this adventure will prove fruitful and that we will all prosper. Haha~"
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Post by Wakeshima Shoji on Feb 26, 2014 16:47:31 GMT -7
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Roasted Meat Skewer: Heals most major wounds obtained in the current thread. +5 Con for two posts. Only thing that stacks is the posts. Up to three in a stack. 100 Yen
Mochi: Heals most minor wounds obtained in the current thread. +3 Con for two posts. Only thing that stacks is the posts. Up to three in a stack. 40 Yen
Total: 140 Yen
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Post by Wakeshima Shoji on Feb 11, 2014 1:38:17 GMT -7
Buying:
Wanderer's Hakama: A comfortable pair of hakama trousers, but they seem a little long. +1 Con 80 Yen Wanderer's Robe: This robe seems slightly long, but at least it looks good. +1 Con 80 Yen Wanderer's Sandals: Straw sandals that actually fit your feet, surprisingly. +1 Dex 80 Yen Wanderer's Hat: This straw hat makes you look mysterious. +1 Str 80 Yen Wanderer's Gloves: These help your grip! +1 Str 80 Yen
Total: 400 yen
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