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1 Thugs Are Fun [ Job / Thorsten ] on 05/04/17, 01:30 am

Job:
Job Name: Rebel Parade
Job Rank: C
Job Location: Kou
Job Rewards: 100 XP/7,000 Huang
Job Prerequisites: N/A
Job Overview: Not everyone appreciates the new leadership and a group of rebels has begun robbing citizens in the capital to raise funds. Take out the rebels and report your success to get paid.

Enemies:
Enemy Name: Rebel Mugger x4
Rank: C
Needed damage to take down: C
Description: Rebel Mugger moves at 6 m/s and deals C-tier damage with daggers.
Abilities:
Jab – Rebel Mugger deals C-tier damage by striking out with their dagger at 15 m/s.

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[ magoi: 30 ]
[ stamina: 170 ]

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He yawned, strolling through the city with a bored expression. His insatiable desire to fight resonated through his bones. His hand itched to throw his spear at a random stranger in hopes it might grab the attention of someone - or many someones - willing to battle the crazy fanalis. The idea floated in his head despite his attempts to push it away. He recalled the last time he tried inciting a crowd of angry, violent citizens. Basically the opposite effect of what he aimed for happened. So that was that. He sighed and knocked on his skull as if to tell it to shut up or come up with a better idea. Unfortunately, the brain did not exactly work that way. He could not just bang on his head and command it to conjure a better idea. Although, he could try. One had to give him that. He tried. He always tried. If he tried any harder, he might kill himself in the process.

He noticed someone approaching him. He weaved through the crowd in what they thought was a sneaky manner. Rain wondered what he possibly might want from him? He hoped a fight. He wanted a fight real bad. He flipped his spear around like a baton, weaving it through his fingers in a surprisingly beautiful display of skill of which no one expected bloodthirsty Rain to possess. He fidgeted impatiently. Hurry up! Suddenly, losing all of his little patience turned to the side and began towards his stalker. He was met with an uncomfortable stare before the stranger took off in the other direction. Rain frowned instantly before following after. As a fanalis, he caught up quickly. That and crowds parted for him more easily. No one wanted to happen in the way of the user of a spear.

"Hey! Wait for me!" he called out.

He tracked the stranger to an alleyway. The stranger stopped and turned to face the fanalis. Whom Rain assumed were his friends moved to the side of the stranger.

"You shouldn't have followed me. Stupid kid," he growled.

Rain smiled ever so cheerfully. "Is that so?" he murmured. He shook his head and laughed.

"What's so funny!?" one piped up.

"Let's have fun, okay? Okay!"

He rose his spear and twirled it above his head. The strangers took it as a sign of a battle commencing. One of the thugs took a running start and struck his dagger out. Rain swiftly dodged to the left side of his attacker. He flung his right leg out, colliding it into the man's stomach. As his leg retreated, his enemy's body fell with it.

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Weapon(s):
Sopravvento:

Name: Sopravvento
Tier: D-Tier
Type: Spear
Material: Iron and Leather.
Appearance: A spear made of completely iron with leather wrapped around some portions of the spear. The bottom side sports a small, ten centimeter [ four inches ] spearhead. A fifty-one centimeter [ twenty inches ] long head of a war scythe is attached to the top of the iron pole. Attached to the segment is a smaller, twenty-one centimeter [ eight inches ] head of a more traditional scythe. The pole is one hundred twenty-seven centimeters [ fifty inches ] in length. Altogether, the measurements add up to a one hundred eighty-eight centimeter [ seventy-four inches ] long spear.


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2 Re: Thugs Are Fun [ Job / Thorsten ] on 05/04/17, 06:13 pm

Item:

Name: Gumata
Tier: D-Tier
Type: Dwarven Axe
Material: Steel
Appearance: Gumata, is 101.6 cm(63.5 cm for a single blade) in length, and 12.7 in width of its blade. Its holster slightly below the waistband; The dark side is the first blade with an runic design, feathers hang from the back of this blade. The second blade is a light ting clear made of steel, it has leather buckles on the back of its blade.

The grip allows the blade to be spun around easily. Twisting the grip slightly, the second blade rotates and makes its full length of 101.6 cm.

Today was full of request. After helping someone's grandparent others have came. New people coming to the caravan wasn't something he enjoyed. Suitable environments and calm places was up his alley; not saying he would live in one. The tendency of people who came daily that was seen was unstable, and shaky in nature. " I can't seem to not be forgotten " a brutal comment presented out loud for the companions with the caravan. Not scared to actually speak my mind so when push came to shove none would question. He grinning largely a prickled grin grinding against my row of teeth." I'm out of here, Stark. " pressing breeze he felt between his toes hoping off the counter top Thorsten usually sat upon. Gripping the cold steel covered by worn out bandages, Thorsten placed Gumata behind his back lettting it rest above his waist. Just as dull inside as it was outside? He couldn't place his mind in today as the mood didn't give itself a clear train of thought. Considering weaving through the busy bodies of the streets was something he could easily do, but to living things up the roofs seemed better. Silence his friend; As none were his friend truly, not even Stark 'Jack' Juan his boss. He never really saw him as a boss more of his sensei in a kind of way. Taking in some breathes before leaping a single stride holding his same grin landing on the roof's tiles.

Thoughts about this place didn't place eager into him, crushing the tiles below him. Stomping forward most likely making anyone inside wonder what's on the roof of their homes. Birds making their little noises flocking and flapping there wings into the air above as Thorsten continued across roof tiles once more. He didn't think much about capturing the moment hoping across gaps to get to the other side. Moments like these kept his excitement at a low, only thing that could heighten his mood was battles; Not just battles to say, but full on brawls to test his courage. Seriously things like that put excitement into his life, giving more intriguing opportunities for battles and conflicts. This was his warriors spirit at heart, making him skid across the tiles kicking them up with some sliding off. He almost got carried away with encouraging his spirit, still the same silence came back to haunt his ears and not a word spoken from him.

He look over the crowds to notice an pink haired man? Red hair? The hair color didn't matter to Thorsten, but he looked to be trailed by someone. Thing is he knows when someone is being trailed, and when someone's is being baited into a path for trap. Narrowing his eyes, while following behind from the room tops with his bodies. When he is like this, keeping his speed up and body light was simple, hiding his small figure all to simple. The shadows became my friend, and The clinging noise of metal behind him his decoy or bait for people. Moving like a woodland animal would inside trees, or land from roof to roof, he came to another alley above. It seemed four simple low life muggers had cornered that red haired man? He would almost felt his silence beckon with song. Staring down watching the spear-man go to work finishing one of his stalkers off, the man for some reason held my childish fever of fighting on his face. Thorsten, watched as the first of four was to fall at the hands of the red haired men.

I guess helping and satisfying my own desire to fight wouldn't hurt? He would reach for his lower mid-section gripping the bandaged handle. One tug and pull, Gumata came from it's holster and spun into life. The noise of the spinning metal would distract the three facing the man; Thorsten openly gave the red haired man the advantage on the aggressors. His grin from earlier appearing again, leaping down using the height advantage to land on one of the muggers left, who didn't move once they saw his departure from the roof. A skinny child just easily crashed on top of a man. This didn't stop the remaining two to look at one another and speak up.

" This skinny brat? And this Red-Haired brat! Seems their working together in coup~ Let's get'em!

For a mugger, he didn't seem to have well put sentence structure? Or Basic. This made Thorsten laugh while looking at the man below him and back up at the now charging at him mugger out of two. Holding a dagger out towards my direction. Looking closely he could notice in the short blurred exchange incoming between them. The mugger, threw his dagger down diagonally once he got in front of Thorsten cutting through his shirt first layer of cloth. Thorsten stepped to the opposite side of the diagonal slash, then took another step going into a crouch. Flinging his arms backwards, dropping Gumata on the ground making the metal cling against the stone; He'd kick both his legs forward into the abdomen of the mugger trying to make his assault. The mugger getting a slash into his left leg, but the knife breaking against the tight skin, making Thorsten kick connect knocking the man back towards the wall. Puff of smoke formed and the sound of bricking dropping were heard if any was listening as Thorsten, looked to see he'd knocked the man unconscious and into the wall of a building just stuck inside the wall.

He'd look over to watch what the reaction of the man would be if he'd had finish off the last of the muggers by then. Surely my silence would help with him not talking to me. His hands on the ground. Pushing him up to stand as he did grab and place Gumata back on its holster waiting to see what would be the end result of the Pinkish-headed man combat style.

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3 Re: Thugs Are Fun [ Job / Thorsten ] on 07/04/17, 12:40 am


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[ magoi: 30 ]
[ stamina: 170 ]

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The "red-haired brat" pouted as the "skinny brat" fell from the sky and brought down one with him. He shook his head. How unfair~ He wanted the thugs all to himself. Yes, he was rather selfish and childish. But where was the fun of sharing? Sure it was a nice courtesy and all, but since when did he care about a "nice courtesy" he barely understood? He shot an annoyed glare at the boy. Not unexpected for Rain, his glare was mainly a stare with a tint of annoyance. He didn't have the time to fake an angry glare.

"This skinny brat? And this Red-Haired brat! Seems their working together in coup~ Let's get'em!"

Ignoring the thugs for a moment, he introduced himself, “I'm Rain. You owe me a fight after this. Okay? Okay!”

He flung himself forward, his mind completely filtering out the newcomer’s presence. Using his natural strength, he tackled a thug to the ground. He brutally slammed his wrist - specifically the topmost part - into the thug's nose. Human noses being rather delicate, he critically bruised the thug’s nose. At this moment, the thug latched onto Rain’s wrist with one hand and with the other hand, pushed on his elbow. Generally, the pain it caused to stay in the particular position convinced most to move. Yet to his surprise, the “red-haired brat” resisted greatly. How he was not hissing in pain, the thug could only imagine.

“Thank you,” the strange, red hair murmured.

“W-what are you? A masochist?” he exclaimed, unnerved by the young man’s complete disregard of the pain he must have been in.

Much to his further terror and discomfort overall, the bold and fearless warrior licked his lips. Something about his stare turned rather sexual, much to the thug’s chagrin. “Do you not have any shame!?” he burst.

“Mhm, no, not really. Anyway, that’s pretty rich coming from a mugger such as yourself. And,” he pointed out, snorting at the thug’s hypocritical words, “also before you become too incapable of fighting, I really just wanted to see your reaction.”

Enough was enough for the thug. He rolled over, depositing Rain completely on the ground in the process. Much to his surprise, the brat was especially light. He slipped off without much resistance. He also managed to his feet faster than the thug. At that point, Rain was obviously having his fun with the poor man. He seemed to be faintly enjoying himself torturing the thug. As wrong it was for the thug to steal, it didn’t warrant enough for Rain’s torture, which included a great deal of hair-pulling and agonized screams for help, so help us all if someone doesn’t drag this madman away!

“Come now. Fight me. Or would you rather make out?”

“No! That-! That-! That’s absolutely disgusting of you to say!”

“Oh so now you’re discriminating?” He rolled his eyes haughtily. “Pft! Don’t worry~ No one would want to ever sleep with someone like you.”

“There’s a child!”

“So?”

Rain was genuinely confused. He tilted his head to the side like a little, lost puppy.

“Aaargh! I’m done with you!”

He stepped forward and jabbed his dagger into the shameless fanalis’s stomach.

“Oh, you’re right. I’m distracting us from the real fun~”

“That sounds really um…” The thug glanced hesitantly at Thorsten. “Dirty when you say it.”

“Does it? My apologies~”

He looped his hand around, spear with him, and pierced the thug’s eye. He listened to the overall agony with a pleasant smile. After a moment of wriggling, the thug finally settled down to cry and comfort his shot mind. Rain leaned down and patted the thug’s head. He muttered to himself about how useless the thug was now. He had lived out his helpfulness. But being the merciful person he was, would spare the thug’s life. Actually, Rain just wanted to pay the thug a visit later, after he had recovered. And so continues the circle of life, as Rain might say.

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Weapon(s):
Sopravvento:

Name: Sopravvento
Tier: D-Tier
Type: Spear
Material: Iron and Leather.
Appearance: A spear made of completely iron with leather wrapped around some portions of the spear. The bottom side sports a small, ten centimeter [ four inches ] spearhead. A fifty-one centimeter [ twenty inches ] long head of a war scythe is attached to the top of the iron pole. Attached to the segment is a smaller, twenty-one centimeter [ eight inches ] head of a more traditional scythe. The pole is one hundred twenty-seven centimeters [ fifty inches ] in length. Altogether, the measurements add up to a one hundred eighty-eight centimeter [ seventy-four inches ] long spear.


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4 Re: Thugs Are Fun [ Job / Thorsten ] on 12/04/17, 07:56 am

Seeing in how his help wasn't needed, and barely complimented his work in taking out the muggers. Thorsten barely receive wounds of any kind from the muggers, the most who did something looked to be occupied with a wall. Looking with his brow frowned at the man at the display of how wild he fought, thinking of fighting him myself might be bothersome if he just plowed through everything.

Scanning the area for an spin. Feint humming could be noticed in his ears from the cracks inside the wall meaning it's possible pots were boiling? A whistle shop? Something was making the noise, but it kind of didn't help Thorsten focus.

" … "

Silence was present from Thorsten expressions at first, then the humming started to annoy him. He tried mimicking the humming with his own tone, moving towards the pinkish haired man. 'Chess Piece tattoo'. The image implanted into his mind just from looking, Thorsten was considering whether he wanted to fight the teenage? Or Adult. Getting about 5 m away from him, Thorsten would put his hand up and close his fingers bawling them up and unbawling to taunt him.


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5 Re: Thugs Are Fun [ Job / Thorsten ] on 03/05/17, 12:32 am

He smiled excitedly. Another fight? Cheerfully. Yet there was some hesitation in Rain's action. This being a very unusual behavior for him, one might ask why? Simply, he had an event to attend. A fighting club of sorts. He couldn't miss that, so his fight with the Imuchukk kid would have to wait.

"Sorry, I'm going to have to have a rain check on our fight. Oh don't worry, I want to fight. But first I have an event to attend. Ooh! Perhaps you would like to join me? Have you heard the rumors of some fighting circuit? It is definitely happening and you can bet I'll be there! Well, it's up to you to come, but I'm off now! Cya~" he chirped.


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