BigPapaBelial

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Mistihkoman

The First Nations man sat looking out the window, running his fingers down his braid. He could hear that woman trying to be preachy, and trying to get the last word in, but he paid it little mind. It was of no import.

Mistihkoman took some time to look about the passenger car. his eyes slipping over the people, examining them. He hummed softly spotting the two of the scruffier men, dirty, slightly unwashed. He wondered about them. The rest of the passengers would be of no worry he figured.

And then the shooting started. He looked out the windows, "Outlaws." He growled out. Then grabbed his bow, quiver of arrows and his gun-stock club. Tying the quiver to his back and slinging the bow over one shoulder, "The Wild West..." He growls, and starts towards the front of the passenger car, holding in his hands the gun-stock club. He calls to the others, "If they try to board at the front of the car I'll do my best to stop them." Oh he did not sound happy, "Two fights in the span of two days. I'm going to take someone's scalp for this." He reaches into his vest to thumb the bone handle of his large knife.

Final Fantasy 7 Redone

Ranger Krait

Lex watched the three through his window screen really hoping they won't run.

But there they go...of course they wouldn't stop.

He sighed deeply, and Wasteland looked over at him as if to say, "You really thought they'd stop?"

Lex just shrugged, then gunned the engine. The up-armored jeep roared forward and into the tunnels, following the motorcycles. The first straight-aways were a breeze, Lex could fit the jeep down through the tunnels with ease. And the turns in the tunnel weren't so bad.

Then they started to encounter containers. The bikes could get around them just fine. But the jeep, not so much. He crashed through several sending their contents flying. Stacks of scaffolding and other things stacked in the tunnels were hit and sent flying as well.

And then came the first hard turn. There's a crunch, and a cloud of what looks like powdered cement in the air for awhile, as the cloud settles the jeep is stuck. Lex hums, cranking the jeep into reverse, nope back end is wedged. Forward, just a little off can't quite get the movement. He hums, then just guns it, shifting up down, up down again and again. Working at it until with a roar and a bang of a little backfire he's through. Lex laughing, "If there isn't a movie about a moment like this there should be!" He returns to crashing down the tunnels gaining ground on the bikes again.

Academy of Noble Arms - The Golden Generation

you could always put the pictures in Hiders. would cut down on what's shown at one time.

@Chiro

Goblins of the Wilds

Koglan hummed as he looked the heated metal he's working on over. Looking down it's flat face and towards Brendan and Griz, "Ah you have both come! Good. Good." He gestures for them to approach, towards the flames and a pair of covered objects resting atop an anvil. He looks the pair over, "I have heard much in the last few days. Brendan made a fine kill. And Griz, Griz has mentored Brendan well." He looks between them, "I am not so old that my hearing is going bad. Nor my eye failing to see it." He nods.

He motions for them to take a step closer, "I usually have a goblin trade for something like this. But it is not unknown for me to make a gift." He pulls the cloth off the two blades, "One for each of you, Brendan, for you, no more flint or scrap blades. No, this is a fine hunters iron here. You shall learn to care for it, to wield it well. It's a hunter's blade, very broad of use, but in a pinch can be used to fight with." He then looks to Griz, "Give that old thing I repaired months ago here." He holds out his hand, "For it will no longer be of use to you. For one of these blades is meant for you. No crack in the edge, a better cutting edge. It will do you much better."

He gestures to the blades, "Pick your blade. And no refusals. I have spoken on this. You have both earned the blade you choose."

@Searat@Aristocles

Academy of Noble Arms - The Golden Generation

Jordan Quinn

The long haired Canadian smiles broadly, "Meeting up after school for training and team building? Sounds good to me! I love this idea." He cheered and threw his hands into the air holding them there, waiting, hoping for high fives. He makes like, "Eh? Eh?" noises in the hopes of the high fives coming. He blinks, "Whoa? You're really okay with us coming over for dinner? I love that idea too!" He chuckles softly, "Just go light on the onions okay? Please? They don't always agree with me." He lets his arms fall, and finishes part of his lunch.

He's got PE with Coach Cinter next and he really doesn't want to be fully loaded. Thinking of Coach Cinter he looks up at the time. Usually Oli will give them time at the beginning of the class, but maybe he can get a few brownie points if he does his laps early? He looks over at Coach Cinter. Then sets his bag down and closes up his lunch bag. He looks at the others, "I'm gonna go do my laps. Get those out of the way."

He stands up and starts to stretch a little as he walks into the gym floor. He looks over at Coach Cinter who has started to do some lazy laps around the Gym. Jordan bounces on the balls of his feet and as Mr. Cinter passes he jogs along in his wake.

Oliver Cinter

Oliver seems to always be training, always testing himself, running always moving. While the kids had been talking and planning he'd been in the corner of the gym turning cartwheels, jumping up on a small ledge and using it to pull off back flips, he'd spun and turned, flipped and twisted. No wonder the man is so limber. And as Lunch is approaching it's end he's running some lazy laps, a nice jogging speed. He turned in one corner and smiled back at Jordan as the long haired first nations boy joined him.

The minutes until class tick by, and he and Jordan atleast for now pull their laps. Oli keeping pace with Jordan when the young man gets into his sprints. Oli's hair streaming along behind him as the pair hurtle around the large gym. Oli taps out after about a lap, letting Jordan race on. He calls to the other kids, "Lunch is almost over folks. Finish up if you can. If you're in for PE, then remember to get your laps in." He smiles at Hailey, "By the way, Hailey you don't have to go hard into the lesson today, I understand that the Dread has taken something out of you. All I ask is you pay attention and get a little participation in alright?"

He smiles and heads to the white board, making sure he has everything down and ready for class, "Once you all are ready, we're gonna get started here." He claps his hands and starts to do a little shimmying dance on the spot, always training, always doing what he loves it seems.

@Th3King0fChaos@Landaus Five-One@dragonpiece@The Man Emperor

Avatar: Order of the White Lotus

I owe posts in 3 other RPs.

So once I'm done there I'll get here I swear
or I'll squeak this in between one of the bigger two.

Don't worry I'm still golden

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Mistihkoman hums sitting and watching the child. He nods slowly, "He is a strong soul. Very good medicine." He then turns to the woman, pursed lips and clipped words. He narrows his eyes, "okiskinwahamakew ci? What does it matter you are a school teacher? What ability or power does that give you? We are not in a kiskinwahamakewi kamik we are on one of those iron wagons, an iskotêwitâpân. Does your power as a school teacher apply here?" He looks at the woman and shakes his head.

He turns to look back at the child and gives him a nod, "A Posse? Us? Well not quite. But we do work together." He nods and waves to him, "Fare well young friend."

He turns back to look out the window, done with talking to the school teacher it seems. Better things to think about, and concerned for the young boy. Hoping he will ge tto his destination safely.

Translations

okiskinwahamakew = An Instructor, a Teacher, one who educates, can apply to wisemen/women and elders who impart knowledge

kiskinwahamakewi kamik = One of the dreaded compound words. kiskinwahamakewi means lessons. Kamik means a house or home. So this word literally mean the home/house of lessons.

iskotêwitâpân = a train, or a train engine, though depends on context and situation. In this situation Mistihkoman is referring to the whole train, engine, caboose and train cars as a train.

Goblins of the Wilds

@Searat@Aristocles

The little girl goblins smiled munching on the fruit happily, maybe even taking her time to eat it in front of the pair. A playful little smile on her face as apple juice ran down her chin where she scooped up to suck it off her fingers. After abit she swallowed and smiled, "Sorry, It's been along time. Last time was when Mommy managed to grab three from the farmer's orchard." She licks a little more apple juice off her fingers then continues, "I was going to see my mommy, but Smith Koglan caught me, gave me this apple, and said to find you two." She points at Griz as he approaches and Brendan. She hums and holds off another big bite of apple to finish, "He says he wants to see you, he said..." She clears her throat, and the impression she does of Koglan is a little high pitched for the deep voiced smith but the attempt is there, "Do not take no for an answer. They must come." She giggles, and hops up and down on her feet, "He gave me this apple for this errand!" She munches into it and then runs off waving at them as she goes.

Koglan meanwhile stood in front of his forge, looking at the ingot of steel in front of him, it calls to him today, with no orders for tribe necessities or weapons or armor for this hunter or that warrior, he has some time on his hands, and he feels it's time to use some of his steel. Some armor perhaps, a chest plate to ward against the axe of the orc or the blades of the humans. Never know when it will come in handy. He nods, and reaches back to grab the chain to operate the billows.

Whump...Krrrsh....whump krrsh the sound of the billows and the roar of the fire as the forge builds hotter.

Avatar: Order of the White Lotus

Tell you what, forget post order and just post. Other wise we'll be here awhile.

Goblins of the Wilds

It'd been an interesting two days. As Koglan went about his forge sweeping and preparing for the day. With Siwa coming in almost daily for food, and staying for a time so that she and Koglan could talk. He enjoyed the company, it's no secret the old goblin spend alot of his time alone after all, and Siwa filled a void he didn't know he had.

But that's not all. The old Goblin smith had taken on a task, a quest almost, a crafting quest. To create knifes for a pair of goblins in the tribe who, by his eyes anyway, have earned his iron. so even as he sweeps and cleans making ready for the day to come and a new order from the chief, he stops and runs his hands over a pair of daggers on the workshop counter. They aren't paired but they very well could be. They could make a perfect paired weapons for some silly goblin warrior. But no, these knifes atleast to Koglan are new master works. Seven inch long blades, hilts long enough to fit the plam of a goblin easily and snugly, wrapped in cloth and leather, with a screaming mini goblin head on the pommel of the knifes. Straight backed with curved blades, perfect for cutting and slashing.

It's a pity he made them out of iron now that he thinks of it, they would have been prime for the steel. Ah well, next time.

As he sweeps the last of the dust and debris into either the fire or next to the door of the forge to be picked up later he nods, then waves down one of the young goblins who are walking by this early. He hands the young girl goblin an apple from his stores and smiles, "Here, I have an errand for you. Fetch me Hunter Griz and Young Brendan to me. Tell them Koglan Ironweaver the Smith has something for them. Do not take no for an answer. They must come." He nods and motions for her to go.

The old braided smith grins, then goes and covers the knifes with a length of dark cloth. Then goes to his forge. Moments later there's a thwump-thwump-thwump which is followed by the roar of flames as the forge comes back to life. Coals heating and the raging fire within the forge seeming to growl in joy at the work to come.

@Searat@Aristocles