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Woo! Can't wait!
Although I'm sure you must be tired af
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Woo! Can't wait!
Although I'm sure you must be tired af
Look, Kazuo can have whatever fetish he wants. NobuNobu is just telling it how it be.
You know grey, you in character as nobunobu is one of the worst and best things ever XD
Just because you got first ain’t mean you’re number one.
How dare you disrespect the queen!!
lol XD
Pfft hardly. Nobunobu a little bitch who can't compare
OHO!
Does that mean little Kazuo wants to get with Namie?
Clearly Kazuo wants all the girls XD
Come on Grey.
lol but seriously, Kazuo is just gonna fight and help people grow. Except Nobunobu. Fuck that guy
Kazuo shall become the class rival in any and all endeavors
K a z u o
April 7th ~~ School Grounds
Kazuo stared at Noboru throughout his miniature speech. It mere seconds after Kazuo's own small introduction of himself and Hirohiko. He didn't understand it, but something about this new kid bothered him. It felt like he'd known him for years and garnered a strong hatred of him, though it's only been a couple minutes. Maybe it was the way he began.
“Alright sidekicks, you better listen up!”
The word sidekicks echoed through Kazuo's mind. Who the hell was this guy?! He had this air about him; like he thought he was better than the rest of the class. Who was he to decided what they were all capable of? What made him think he was so great?
“Since it seems some people haven't gotten the memo, allow me to give you the best piece of advice you'll get from this ‘prestigious’ school: learn to settle for second.”
Kazuo clenched his fist. He wanted to knock this guy down a peg, if for no other reason than he felt he deserved it. He opened his mouth to speak, but before the words came another student entered the room. He greeted everybody in as friendly a manner as you could get. If kazuo had to compare him and Noboru he'd have said that Shun was something like a babbling brook; peaceful, serene almost. Noboru on the other hand was like a quicksand; something annoying that likely no good could come from unless you had to manipulate and use it to your advantage.
Still, he turned his attention to Shun. "I guess you really do learn something new every day." He said with a small laugh. "I guess given I'm from here, I'd have been the one to bring a pineapple, since it's technically mine and Hirohiko's neighborhood." He spoke in a calm manner, though it seemed almost like a question, as though he wanted clarification from Shun to see if he was getting it right. "Although, to be honest, I think the gesture would be lost on the little guy over here." He said pointing out the young man who'd recently given everyone a little "advice." Had Shun come later, Kazuo might have engaged Nobunobu, but having calmed down a bit he thought it best to just ignore the little twerp.
Wafer D. Kite - Taking Over the King Crab!
Wafer D. Kite had all but given up hope. He How long had he been on this ship? The young man sitting in the cell in the brig of the King Crab had felt lost for so long. He'd lost his friends, whom he'd loved as he loved his family back home. It felt wrong to be alive, but he knew he could never face them if he died without a fight. And yet, after 4 failed escape attempted he was bereft of the hope that he'd be able to free himself. He thought that maybe, just maybe, if he could get out and take revenge on the man who'd taken his family he could at least move on. He'd never even made it past the bottom level of the ship though. Much of the crew was little more than cannon fodder. But then, the Shrimp Brigade. Either team was skilled enough to subdue and force him back into his cage.
He'd cursed his weakness day in and day out. Gone were the friends he believed he would one day travel through the depths of hell and back with. There time together had been short, but it meant everything to him. Before him was a wall far too insurmountable for a lone pirate such as himself. His career had only just begun and it was already over. At least that's what he thought.
"Attention crew of the Rum Runner!"
Kite's ears perked up at the sound of the announcement made by the captain of the ship he was imprisoned on. He sighed. And so it began again. A battle where life or death didn't matter. The pirates would want to win to keep themselves free and their ship in tact. Krabbe only cared about the bounty, building his notoriety. He didn't care otherwise whether they lived or died unless the bounty stated they must be brought in alive.
"This is John Krabbe, the famous bounty hunter known far as wide as 'The Vice.' You will surrender yourselves to my custody now, or I will press you into oblivion with the might of my ship, the King Crab!"
Memories crashed into his mind like a wave along the coast of an undisturbed beach at high tide. He remember Krabbe's warning, followed almost immediately by the deployment of the Shrimp Brigade. Merciless was a word that could be used to describe the man. Although Kite had a number of other words he'd make better use of in regards to the over-sized crustacean.
"You have 2 minutes to raise the white flag, or I will sink your vessel."
"Bullshit." Kite growled, prompting a kick to the bars of his cell, the guard on duty uttering a stern "Shut up." The following, mistaken, announcement was about right in Kite's mind as he remembered the day. It looked like he was likely to be receiving a new cellmate or two. He assumed it would be a quick battle, but soon felt the rocking of the ship. Roots began to sprout throughout the lower level. There was commotion above and to his surprise, he was left alone. All hands on deck it seemed. Whoever they were, the pirates Krabbe had set his sights on were more formidable than he'd expected.
And yet, here he was. Kite grit his teeth, clenching his fists. He squeezed his eyes shut, tears beginning to roll down his cheeks. The faces of his friends flashed in his mind. "Booth, Walsh, Ina, Vada, Ransley..." He took a breath, forcing himself to his feet. He still felt pain all over. He'd hadn't exactly been fed much during his imprisonment, and they weren't gentle in subduing him. "I won't let you guys down." He spoke before the ship rocked again. He fell back, but it seemed luck was on his side. His things which had always been just out of reach toppled over. One of his wrenches slid down toward the cell. He couldn't help but smile. It felt like a sign, some message from his friends that moving forward was not wrong.
The young man scrambled, rushing to the bars. He stuck his arm through. "Come on... Come ooon." He groaned, stretching as far as he could until finally he could wrap his fingers around the base of the wrench just above the ring end. "Yes!" He was so happy he could cry. But the time for tears was gone. Now was the time to fight. He turned the wrench pulling it in through the bars and felt the metal on his flesh. It felt almost nostalgic. "Here's goes nothing." He said as he swallowed and positioned himself before the bars and swung his wrench. There was a loud slam, though it would likely be drowned out by the commotion above.
"Again!" He shouted swinging once more, almost narrating his attempts, trying to pump himself up. He did this over and over until the bars began to shift, coming out of place, likely due to damage done to the ship throughout the ensuing battle. And just like that, the bars fell forward with one powerful final swing. He finally had the opportunity to kick a little ass.
It took Kite, but a moment to gather his equipment. In truth, even fully clothed he felt naked without his wrenches, his gloves, the various tools he usually had on him. One wrench hung from his back, the other in his hand, firmly gripped at the ring in his left hand, resting on his shoulder as he walked. His free hand reached down into the pouch strapped to his right leg, pulling out a cigarette. He rested it on his lips and reached back to pull out a custom black lighter, brandished with the jolly roger his crew had used up til just recently. He flipped the top and lit it, bringing the flame to his cigarette. He took a drag, the cigarette only leaving his lips after the lighter was returned safely to it's place and he could move it with his gloved hand. He blew the smoke out, a satisfied "Aah~" escaping. It'd been so long since he had a smoke.
He was beginning to feel it again. That familiar feeling reserved for a battle with his friends, though he was alone now. "Let's have at it you guys." He spoke softly, uttering to himself as he began his ascent to the deck. The cigarette was near its end as he emerged. Kite noticed two women fighting the captain, just as one attempted to jump into the air. He was eager to see how that turned out, but before him was a miniature flood of crewmen. He chuckled, taking another drag of his cigarette. He blew another small stream of smoke out. his heavy footsteps, casual attitude and the sound of the metal jingling in his pockets and tool pouches were enough to garner attention though only if you weren't completely invest in the battle.
"Hey! What ar..." A crewman began to speak, hearing Kite approach, only to be stopped dead in his tracks by the swing of a wrench. The cold metal collided with his face, sending him flying back into the crowd of men. For kite, this was payback time. Nothing more, nothing less. But, even if he couldn't take down Krabbe himself, he'd be satisfied knowing the guy'd been cut down a peg.
"Friend or Foe?" He questioned himself as he lifted his leg kicking another crewman back as just as he began to charge. His eyes lingered on the battle between the bounty hunter and the two women even as he spun to avoid an attack and slammed the side of the wrench into the waist of yet another adversary. "Guess it doesn't matter long as that bastard goes down and I get the fuck out of here." His lips curled into a smirk and without another word he began to focus on the men before him. Soon, they began to slam to the ground and fly into the air, all trying helplessly to face off against the young man who'd built up weeks of anger and could potentially face off against their captain in a one on one were he in top condition. Regardless, Kite would have to settle for releasing his frustrations on the cannon fodder, as he saw them, and leave the rest to his unknown (likely unintentional) saviors.
It isn't much! But I got it up!!!!
Hopefully I didn't really overlook anything or make too many mistakes.
Hopefully I didn't really overlook anything or make too many mistakes.
Red Arrow and The Bat
Friday, July 30th, 2043
4:40pm - 20 Minutes Before Training.
Everything happened so fast Red could hardly react. He'd first expected Carmelita to take a shot at juicing him up, but that didn't happen. Katty took hold of him and they were gone. Watching from a distance Terry McGinnis, The Batman, shook his head. It was a good plan in theory, but something like that where you essentially leave your team to fend for themselves should only ever be a last resort.
"Ah... Yeah..." Red Arrow sighed holding his head as his eyes adjusted to the darkness. "But geez... Couldn't the Bat at least let us finish the pizza?" He questioned soft as he shook his head looking towards his teammate. It was silent for a moment. "Slag it. We gotta get back to the others." He said, though part of him was aware Katty would head off on her own, which she did. She was going for the weapons rack. He understood almost immediately, but acting solo probably wasn't for the best. "Seriously?"
Teamwork. That was the key to the exercise. Points for the "team" had already been lost. Batman moved through the based quickly, making only the slightest noise here and there purposefully to give a small fright to G-Man and perhaps even Jude. Carmelita wouldn't likely notice the slight disturbances given her predicament. Then, he moved. He shot a bolo at the young Latina. Though it would seem like torture, it was a sure fire way to give Jude a chance at fighting back. After all, the point was to train, not to immediately subdue. Their choices based off his actions were imperative to learning.
The glow of the table created by Carmelita was a hindrance for sure. Even in her state she worked to improve the probability of team victory for the others as best as she could. Still, the was only helpful as long as he remained visible. As Jude took a moment to react to what would hopefully be the fall of his teammate, Batman shifted his attention to G-Man. He activated his camouflage mode, acting swiftly, positioning himself behind the young hero. He would toy with him first. A tap on the back, followed by a small push as he took a moment to get behind the boy once more when he likely turned to face the unknown threat.
It was a bit disappointing in all honesty. They'd been training for some time and yet G-Man hadn't anticipated the surprise attack. He'd even questioned the lights going out. Being overly suspicious wasn't always for the best, but remaining as lax as the young man did, oblivious to the potential threats around him, was even more dangerous. Batman would have to drill that, among other lessons, into his and the other's heads.
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