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1Discparity [Mission] Empty Discparity [Mission] 04/11/14, 10:00 am

Jian

Jian
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The night sky was something that Jian had always found weirdly beautiful. Even back when he was a slave to his parents whim, he'd sneak out at night just to see those stars twinkling above the big top. Now that he was free, it was even better. 

What once represented what laid outside his grasp now simply showed exactly what he had. They were freedom, they were beauty, and for some reason they always made him feel content when he looked up there in the void. Void, with a chance of beauty, he thought with a small snicker. 

As you could probably tell, Jian was at this time somewhat drunk. Having arrived back from that little experiment in the wasteland a few hours ago, he had stopped by a bar to get a little bit of alcohol. Everyone else there was drinking wine out of goblets, and when he asked for something that wasn't wine he could almost taste their anger at this stranger "insulting their customs" but forked over some strong ale nonetheless. 

Over the last few hours, he'd had more than enough ale to wipe out a few of his memories. They were a comforting little pillow to rest his head on, or perhaps a pillow to smother the sleeping negative thoughts about what he'd had to do. It was certainly comforting to not have to think about the fact that he'd incinerated a mugger alive today. Even if he didn't feel guilty about it now, he wasn't going to give it time to fester. 

Either way, even with the hatred shown against him, he'd managed to survive their distaste, and was now heading back to the area that he'd made camp through some back streets to try and avoid any unwanted attention. It was a good night, so he had no problem walking even though he had a horse tied up by the city gates. Besides, inebriated as he was it'd be even more difficult than before to control him. 

Unfortunately, that decision might not have been a smart one as, in one specific back alley, he heard whispers about an "attack on the palace" and "down with that fool Lagi". Now, normally he tried not to get involved in politics, especially when it wasn't his own country that was involved, but nonetheless he couldn't just sit back and let this happen. Lagi was a good man, from what he'd seen, and good men did not deserve this kind of attention. 

414/1000


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2Discparity [Mission] Empty Re: Discparity [Mission] 04/11/14, 10:27 am

Jian

Jian
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Stopping in his tracks, Jian decided that he wasn't going to let this insult to Lagi stand. After all, what good would it do if these people killed that fool? Sure, Lagi was a puppet, but that didn't mean you should kill the man himself. If you wanted to stop this abuse of the country, cut his strings - kill the general of Kou's forces here and force them back to their homeland. Attacking the palace would do nothing but increase Kou's desire to put down any resistance, and that would do the absolute opposite of what they wanted. Reim was going to force them to crush their own resistance. 

"You know, attacking the palace is a really stupid idea. You're just making everyone want to get you out of the way more than before. That's like putting a bounty on your own heads for simply being idiots."


The four men that he was sharing an alleyway with turned at the voice, somewhat shocked that someone had responded to their plans and, not only that, was an outsider who hadn't just run away when he'd heard about what they were planning. They seemed to find it funny that someone was being so direct with them rather than just escaping. 

Turning around, levying their weapons at him, the group seemed to be chuckling to themselves. 
"You didn't hear anything, boy. If you ever tell anyone about what you heard here tonight, you will..." They stopped in mid-speech as Jian pulled out a series of knives from his inner pocket, turning one over and over between two of his fingers. 

"Yes, you will what exactly?" That all too familiar smile had come back to Jian's face as he stood in front of the group. They were trying to threaten him? Why did everyone think that threatening someone you had no idea the power of was a good idea? It was like stepping onto a landmine, and everyone seemed to do it. 

"You're going to regret threatening us, kid."
"No, I really don't think I am."

756/1000


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3Discparity [Mission] Empty Re: Discparity [Mission] 04/11/14, 10:26 pm

Jian

Jian
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As the attackers approached, getting closer and closer to him, Jian finally struck. Pirouetting around on the front of his foot, like a ballerina mid-dance, he loosed his handfuls of knives at the opponents, allowing them to strike home on his opponents. Or, rather, most of them did. Three of the goons had two knives land in them each, but as if protected by some higher power the fourth simply didn't get hit at all, the knives flying around him. This was the problem with aiming whilst moving - often, by the time you'd aimed, the area you'd aimed at was wrong. 

As the spin finished, he decided to take advantage of the moment of surprise. Three of them were wounded and were still caught in their moment of pain and surprise, so he was going to be able to take out the fourth one before he posed a serious threat. A hand moved to his waist, pulling the fan off it before striking at the uninjured man's throat, piercing directly through the jugular vein, he then turned around and threw the blood covered fan. 

In the following chaos, the fan sliced through the faces of two of the remaining mercenaries. That left one man left, but by this time the man was already on top of him, launching a punch at the base of his chin, knocking him into the air with the sheer strength of the blow. Were he not drunk, that might have actually really hurt. However, as it was, the inebriation was almost providing a barrier between him and the pain that he would no doubt be feeling in the morning. 

Using his momentary air-time, he turned the movement into a flip, launching a kick to the exact same spot that he'd been hit in some form of karmic payback for chucking his chin. The kick landed with a pleasant thunk, making the man share the air with him. However, unlike Jian who landed on his feet, spitting out a bit of spittle that had pooled in his mouth, the man fell on his ass and simply didn't recover. 

"So," he asked, moving over to pick up the now blood-stained fan ", I told you you weren't going to make me regret it. If anything, you just proved me right - you people have no place trying to change the world if you can't even win a fight against a man you outnumber."

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1000+/1000

Action 1: Liuxingyu
Action 2: Tufu
Action 3: D-rank normal kick. 

110/150:


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