Joe King
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(OOC: And this dear chaps is why I never write solos. I hate talking to myself (BECAUSE I TALK TO MYSELF ALL THE TIME) SHHH I we don’t talk about that here!
In all seriousness: I rolled dice, he rolled a 8 and Joseph a 9: Joseph did connect, but mystical things happened. WOooooowooooowoooooo. Even though he used a Ogami, Joseph wasn’t smart enough to figure it out.
edit CENSORSHIP HOOOO)
Joseph couldn’t turn though the shadow loomed past him through the neon lights, only the fellow was short, no taller than 150 cm and was quite slender, and had bright ginger hair pouring out of the back of his visor, armour as black as night with red trim that sectioned off his body. Despite his mysterious appearance he was gruff, heavily accented and a gobby shi- fellow! Everything a ninja shouldn’t be. His hands twirled two stark steel blades as he paced idly back and fourth as the gentle spider lights of his helm gleamed. For better or worst however Joseph couldn’t see anything more but the shadow that loomed behind him. The light that shone into the sheldered construction site made darkness darker.
“I expected someone ta come after tha’ incident, but never expected someone of ya” He paused to fumble for the meaning the shadow rolled his head, Joe’s frown darkened as he felt for the reassuring haft of the umbrella. “Nationality ta show up. Just call me M, so now, ya clearly no asian, so ya tell me who sent ya-“
“Your fly is open.”
“Eh?”
The momentary hesitation in his voice was all Joe needed and he twirled and launched the umbella, the unfolding frame blocked the ninja’s view and first projectile as the crimson blur vaulted over the umbrella, a curved wakazaki hissed into his hand as he landed, a fresh knife flew toward him as the ginger ninja drew more.
-Step 1-
The first practiced step closed the distance in full hop as the tender touch of his blade knocked knife aside, then he was there, his first swing tasted air as the ninja narrowly vaulted away. The second step was even faster Joe pounced after him to cut him off, his blade spun high to clash into the ninja, his progress hindered only by the dagger that shattered under the blow, the force of the blow catapulted the diminutive fellow away from him and he paused to catch a large object, seemingly leave the ninja find his footing as his glance turned to his cracked blade.
“Ahhh! If ya think runnin’ really fast is ment ta impress me, ya sho-*thunk*” Joseph pelted the object right into the ninja’s face, the ninja grasped for it, with his metallic stump it slid down dramatically to land at it’s feet “You dropped this. Considering you didn’t notice that, I would have to guess you were Scottish; too pissed to know ya been hit.” The ninja glanced down at the dismembered limb, to the clean stump, “Oh, tha’? Just a model.” then back to Joe, his visor lights formed a raised eyebrow. “Ya want me ta say ow or somethin’? If that’s all you got, ya gotta be joking.”
Joeseph’s tensed under the mask as he tossed the now useless blade over his shoulder; with a yank of the trailing chain the umbrella flew into his outstretched palm and with a grunt drew a great bastard sword from it’s sheath before letting the hollow instrument fall behind him, it’s great slivery blade reached over a meter and a half in length as he began to advance toward the iron clad ninja, the blade’s unnaturaly keen edge refracted the soft lights as it swayed in his casual right arm.
“Woah laddy, you be over compensa-“
“I don’t know how you found out my name, but this time I’ll cut your tongue out you found.”
“You must be British then; minimal wit, all tongue and nu action ‘n’ a dodgy internet history. Ya search step sister often?”
“And you must be Scottish, so pissed you’re a hand down and you didn’t even notice.”
“Well ya should knuw laddie that a man can do a lot of things one handed. Now I’mma serious, slapping a bitch like ya will only take one.”
“Shut up midget.”
*Click wurrrr*
The aura of the ninja suddenly changed as a round cylinder tube protruded from his head (nope, not a dick) and his visor snapped shut, accompanied by little prongs popped out of his armour as the air around him rippled with static as the ninja finally began to stroll forward, his step slow and causal as he twirled the long blade between his fingers. Joseph eyed his target yet aside from the gentle hum and crackle saw no change; was he waiting for him to strike? Or stalling? Joe edged back as he twirled the bastard sword between alternating hands, an action that grated against his petty little pride. Something about the ninja now made him uneasy, the sudden surge in confidence didn’t match his state seemed to contradict.
“Wha’s the matter lad? Ya all strength and no speed? If ya aren’t makin’ a move, I kinda got a dinnar date I don’t wanna keep waiting.“
Joe snapped with a growl, with a sudden surge he catapulted forward as his blade wiped forward, M twitched backward, the sudden pivot lead the blade to fall short that he exploited with a wide slash only to find the air empty as Joe twisted clear. With a grunt Joe heaved his body follow the mometium of his first swing into a blinding downward arc that cut through the ninja into the ground, the concrete cracked under the force of the blow accompanied by the patter of dismembered ninja. Joeseph sighed as he drifted his blade up and gave the corpse a slight nudge with his foot, revived, yet, a curious feeling of disappointment. Satisfied in the diseased ex ninja status, he turned to glance
“Since were curious I’m actually a fast type, my strength training allows me to any sword as long as I have momentum. I wasted too much time on you, so how am I gonna get in th-“ His eyes widened a sharp sensiation pricked in his back, he had been stabbed. “Ahh, thank ya for tellin’ me.” Joespeh jolted forward and swung one handed only to be stopped by locked blades and a glowing, familiar visor. Sorry to be the monsoon on ya parade, but kindly piss off.”
A boot sent Joe over the edge with a loud crack sending the crimson ninja, chain and all, toppling into the Toyko wonderland below, with ample time to curse he grabbed the chain and vaulted from the side of the building to guide over the city streets, the glimmer of the spider visitor watched him go as he heard him talk to the wind.
“Monsoon reportin’, Lone Tango detected secta nine, ya might want-…”
(Some time later.)
Sitting in the shade of the high rise apartment, Joseph finished adjusting the bandages that stopped his untimely life fluid leakage. Tipping the mask back let his breath rasp out his throat as he stroked the rough stubble of his chin, the ninja hadn’t followed him to his understanding yet after witnessing the dead come to life he couldn’t be too sure of anything. The sigh came again as his eyes drifted over the rooftops, if that was just the mere task of getting in was going to be much too difficult. That meant he would have to cooperate with the united ninja front after all, at least for the time being as the consequence for failing again wasn’t worth thinking about.
Then again, the consequence of working directly with a agust teenager, a know it all information broker, a maid and whoever else was selected also wasn’t worth thinking about. This was gonna be a long night.
He kept his eyes peeled for sign of friendlies, whether he approched them, or them he, the words would be the same.
“Joeseph King, I somehow had a feeling you would want to hear my name. Call it metagaming.”
In all seriousness: I rolled dice, he rolled a 8 and Joseph a 9: Joseph did connect, but mystical things happened. WOooooowooooowoooooo. Even though he used a Ogami, Joseph wasn’t smart enough to figure it out.
edit CENSORSHIP HOOOO)
Joseph couldn’t turn though the shadow loomed past him through the neon lights, only the fellow was short, no taller than 150 cm and was quite slender, and had bright ginger hair pouring out of the back of his visor, armour as black as night with red trim that sectioned off his body. Despite his mysterious appearance he was gruff, heavily accented and a gobby shi- fellow! Everything a ninja shouldn’t be. His hands twirled two stark steel blades as he paced idly back and fourth as the gentle spider lights of his helm gleamed. For better or worst however Joseph couldn’t see anything more but the shadow that loomed behind him. The light that shone into the sheldered construction site made darkness darker.
“I expected someone ta come after tha’ incident, but never expected someone of ya” He paused to fumble for the meaning the shadow rolled his head, Joe’s frown darkened as he felt for the reassuring haft of the umbrella. “Nationality ta show up. Just call me M, so now, ya clearly no asian, so ya tell me who sent ya-“
“Your fly is open.”
“Eh?”
The momentary hesitation in his voice was all Joe needed and he twirled and launched the umbella, the unfolding frame blocked the ninja’s view and first projectile as the crimson blur vaulted over the umbrella, a curved wakazaki hissed into his hand as he landed, a fresh knife flew toward him as the ginger ninja drew more.
-Step 1-
The first practiced step closed the distance in full hop as the tender touch of his blade knocked knife aside, then he was there, his first swing tasted air as the ninja narrowly vaulted away. The second step was even faster Joe pounced after him to cut him off, his blade spun high to clash into the ninja, his progress hindered only by the dagger that shattered under the blow, the force of the blow catapulted the diminutive fellow away from him and he paused to catch a large object, seemingly leave the ninja find his footing as his glance turned to his cracked blade.
“Ahhh! If ya think runnin’ really fast is ment ta impress me, ya sho-*thunk*” Joseph pelted the object right into the ninja’s face, the ninja grasped for it, with his metallic stump it slid down dramatically to land at it’s feet “You dropped this. Considering you didn’t notice that, I would have to guess you were Scottish; too pissed to know ya been hit.” The ninja glanced down at the dismembered limb, to the clean stump, “Oh, tha’? Just a model.” then back to Joe, his visor lights formed a raised eyebrow. “Ya want me ta say ow or somethin’? If that’s all you got, ya gotta be joking.”
Joeseph’s tensed under the mask as he tossed the now useless blade over his shoulder; with a yank of the trailing chain the umbrella flew into his outstretched palm and with a grunt drew a great bastard sword from it’s sheath before letting the hollow instrument fall behind him, it’s great slivery blade reached over a meter and a half in length as he began to advance toward the iron clad ninja, the blade’s unnaturaly keen edge refracted the soft lights as it swayed in his casual right arm.
“Woah laddy, you be over compensa-“
“I don’t know how you found out my name, but this time I’ll cut your tongue out you found.”
“You must be British then; minimal wit, all tongue and nu action ‘n’ a dodgy internet history. Ya search step sister often?”
“And you must be Scottish, so pissed you’re a hand down and you didn’t even notice.”
“Well ya should knuw laddie that a man can do a lot of things one handed. Now I’mma serious, slapping a bitch like ya will only take one.”
“Shut up midget.”
*Click wurrrr*
The aura of the ninja suddenly changed as a round cylinder tube protruded from his head (nope, not a dick) and his visor snapped shut, accompanied by little prongs popped out of his armour as the air around him rippled with static as the ninja finally began to stroll forward, his step slow and causal as he twirled the long blade between his fingers. Joseph eyed his target yet aside from the gentle hum and crackle saw no change; was he waiting for him to strike? Or stalling? Joe edged back as he twirled the bastard sword between alternating hands, an action that grated against his petty little pride. Something about the ninja now made him uneasy, the sudden surge in confidence didn’t match his state seemed to contradict.
“Wha’s the matter lad? Ya all strength and no speed? If ya aren’t makin’ a move, I kinda got a dinnar date I don’t wanna keep waiting.“
Joe snapped with a growl, with a sudden surge he catapulted forward as his blade wiped forward, M twitched backward, the sudden pivot lead the blade to fall short that he exploited with a wide slash only to find the air empty as Joe twisted clear. With a grunt Joe heaved his body follow the mometium of his first swing into a blinding downward arc that cut through the ninja into the ground, the concrete cracked under the force of the blow accompanied by the patter of dismembered ninja. Joeseph sighed as he drifted his blade up and gave the corpse a slight nudge with his foot, revived, yet, a curious feeling of disappointment. Satisfied in the diseased ex ninja status, he turned to glance
“Since were curious I’m actually a fast type, my strength training allows me to any sword as long as I have momentum. I wasted too much time on you, so how am I gonna get in th-“ His eyes widened a sharp sensiation pricked in his back, he had been stabbed. “Ahh, thank ya for tellin’ me.” Joespeh jolted forward and swung one handed only to be stopped by locked blades and a glowing, familiar visor. Sorry to be the monsoon on ya parade, but kindly piss off.”
A boot sent Joe over the edge with a loud crack sending the crimson ninja, chain and all, toppling into the Toyko wonderland below, with ample time to curse he grabbed the chain and vaulted from the side of the building to guide over the city streets, the glimmer of the spider visitor watched him go as he heard him talk to the wind.
“Monsoon reportin’, Lone Tango detected secta nine, ya might want-…”
(Some time later.)
Sitting in the shade of the high rise apartment, Joseph finished adjusting the bandages that stopped his untimely life fluid leakage. Tipping the mask back let his breath rasp out his throat as he stroked the rough stubble of his chin, the ninja hadn’t followed him to his understanding yet after witnessing the dead come to life he couldn’t be too sure of anything. The sigh came again as his eyes drifted over the rooftops, if that was just the mere task of getting in was going to be much too difficult. That meant he would have to cooperate with the united ninja front after all, at least for the time being as the consequence for failing again wasn’t worth thinking about.
Then again, the consequence of working directly with a agust teenager, a know it all information broker, a maid and whoever else was selected also wasn’t worth thinking about. This was gonna be a long night.
He kept his eyes peeled for sign of friendlies, whether he approched them, or them he, the words would be the same.
“Joeseph King, I somehow had a feeling you would want to hear my name. Call it metagaming.”
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