Ebonsquire

~Chasers: Boundary of the Crimson Sky~

Maaz

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Rotating back around in his stool, using the leverage of one hand on the edge of the counter to assist him in turning, the Chaser gazed up some to face the white-haired man. Listening to Avalanche's words, he nodded in clear agreement. Last resort measures weren't really a necessity in this situation, so maybe Maaz could just stay benched for now. Besides, the ghosts didn't really seem to be fighting back all that much, so there was no need to jump into action immediately. Maaz revolved back around to rest his gaze back upon Sheolred before responding to Avalanche.

"Yeah, I was thinking that. It's not like you need a jackhammer or anything to get rid of roaches, right? Good point."

He wasn't really sure what to properly think of Avalanche, besides the fact that he dressed well -- better than most people in the establishment, at least -- and was pretty damn bold. Maybe 'boisterous' was the right word. Had a good taste in women, though. That bartender was a catch.

Before Maaz could properly greet the Chaser next to him, the creak of the Dangeki's door caught his attention and in came -- what the hell? All he could do at this point was stare with narrowed eyes and an upwardly arched eyebrow, trying to process what kind of creature had waltzed into the cafe. Stripes like a tiger, on four legs, tail and fin like a shark . . . Maaz tapered his eyelids further. He had just assumed it was a Youkai since it wasn't humanoid in figure. That would explain it. He wasn't about to spend more time trying to comprehend what Sume-san was carrying in its mouth, though.

And then, rather loudly, another individual entered. Elliot slamming his foot against the door nearly made Maaz jump in his seat. And he was towing something large behind him. A bag? It was oozing some sort of liquid, so then -- Oh. It was a head. A huge Youkai head, by the looks of it. And it was rather ugly. When Elliot slammed his trophy on the table, Maaz took his elbows off as the blood had splattered near him upon impact with the counter, and a drop or two landed on his tattooed arm. Swiftly going to wipe it off with his fingers, the Chaser grimaced some at Elliot. The giant Youkai slayer had effectively soiled the counter top with his kill, which was a little more than annoying.

"Seriously, man?"

Soon after, Elliot launched a small, dark orb into the air. The movement of bringing the treasure out, kissing it, and launching it into the air was too fast for Maaz to catch the intricate details of the object. When the eye kept itself suspended in the air, Maaz tilted his head to the side some as a gesture of curiosity. Then the meandering ghosts started slowing down, more and more, until it was as if they had been frozen in their own individual blocks of ice. Maaz gave an impressed nod, almost beginning to envy not having any special treasures of his own.

The Evil Eye being accompanied with Elliot's bead was sure to immobilize the spectral Youkai. Maybe. But then there was the issue of actually getting rid of these eyesores.

"Oh. Huh..."

Maaz then jabbed an index finger over at the cluster of time-stuck spirits while he faced Maria and Avalanche.

"Problem half-way solved?"

@MacDuffy @RoflsMazoy @Heap241 @Letter Bee

~Chasers: Boundary of the Crimson Sky~

Going to wait for someone else to make an entrance/respond before I post again. I already sorta broke one of the rules by only waiting one turn.

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Maaz

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"Alchemy? Neat. Name's Maaz," he plainly responded, giving Maria a curt nod in response. "Nice to meet you, then."

And then she turned to face Avalanche, promptly shutting down his bold move on her. Mentioned something about an academy for alchemists. And then orphans? Maaz furrowed his brows in confusion, only catching the few snippets of her statement. These spectres were starting to grate his nerves a bit, as some of their sporadic wailing, moaning, and recitation of phrases to themselves tended to reach his ears and drown out the words spoken by the Chaser's beside him. Maybe it was time to do something with these nuisances. The fact that this was a common occurrence for the cafe must've made it a real pain in the ass to deal with time and time again. Must suck to work here, seeing the faces of the dead regularly saunter around...

Swiveling around in his stool to face the rest of the cafe, he could see that Sheolred was already dealing with a number of them, but this looked like it might be a job for more than one Chaser. Maaz cupped one of his hands around his mouth and called out to her.

"Want some help?"

@Lucius Cypher

~Chasers: Boundary of the Crimson Sky~

These ghosts are passive, right? @TheWindel

Like, passive unless disturbed?

~Chasers: Boundary of the Crimson Sky~

Maaz

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"Ah, for fuck's sake..."

Initially, Maaz just thought that the Dangeki was particularly crowded today with other Chasers. He didn't take a second glance or stare through the windows before ambling in, so it wasn't until he entered that the supposed "Chasers" were just unwelcome spectral customers. No Chaser he knew of could drop the temperature of an entire restaurant by fifteen or so degrees just by being inside. Honestly, the last thing he wanted to have to deal with was this. The thought crossed his mind that he could go ahead and take care of a few, but then he realized that he didn't exactly know how to deal with this many ghosts without damaging the cafe in the process and causing more unnecessary inconveniences.

Then he noticed that a . . . green-skinned Chaser had taken initiative and started working whatever powers she had on the ghastly intruders. Maaz hadn't seen her around before. An additional presence made itself known - a white-haired man. Middle-aged, he guessed. Seemed kind of cool.

Huh. Must be another Chaser.

So, instead of going ahead with that plan (since the problem was already being taken care of, sort of), he just decided to shove his way over to the counter. Most of the ghosts were docile enough since he didn't attack them outright, so they didn't retaliate thankfully, and soon the Chaser made it over to a stool and sat himself down. Setting a pair of crossed forearms on the counter top and leaning forward, he sighed. Really wasn't in the mood for any beverages.

From what Maaz could see once he craned his neck over, there was another Chaser there. Female, black hair, and unfamiliar to his eyes. Another stranger. He was really out of the loop, not knowing anyone in the cafe at the moment besides the bartender, or perhaps it was just his subpar memory. Either way, he certainly hasn't shared a conversation with any of them. Maaz decided a greeting was in order, starting with Maria.

"Hey, does this happen often here, or . . . ?"

@Letter Bee

Ebonsquire's Character Sheet(s)

Maaz

Name:

Maaz

Age:

22

Gender:

Male

Height:

5'8"

Weight:

157

Appearance:



(Tan skin, black sleeveless shirt, black hair, the tattoo is dark red on his arm, and dark red stripes beneath his eyes, akin to war paint), black eyes

Powers:

Enhanced - Maaz exhibits superhuman displays of strength, stamina, and reflexes, making him an excellent pugilist or close-quarters combatant while in the Crimson Sky. However, even with this ability, he's still not capable of combating the elder Youkai that roam the blood-tinged realm, and he's practically put on a cap: unable to become stronger or weaker than he already is. This means that he has to rely more on his wit than anything when encountering an opponent far stronger than him, since it's a given that a simple one-on-one match guarantees his loss.

Fangfather - The wavy tattoos circling around his forearm and bicep do serve a purpose. A skin-embedded enchantment, these markings contain within them an in hand wind spell, ready for quick casting and spurred by his own will. The telltale signs that he's about cast is that the ink on his right arm begins noticeably glowing, and soon after he raises his arm, reels it back, and thrusts forward. The resulting spell is a powerful, wide torrent of wind accompanied by ravaging slashes of highly concentrated air, random in their placement and capable of cutting through wood, damaging stone and scratching metal. While numerous in the amount of gashes the spell can make and widespread in area, the spell requires generous amounts of energy from its caster (Maaz) and thus will take some time before it can be cast again (thirty minutes).

Weapons:

Fists, feet, and Fangfather.

Equipment:

Besides the clothing on his back, he might keep some money in his pocket for when he needs to buy food. He doesn't have any special equipment, besides the armor he's adorned on his left arm (steel gauntlet and pauldron).

Other:

N/A

Sample Post/Introduction:

The silhouette of a masculine figure hopped from rooftop to rooftop of the city's buildings. A 'clunk' resounded each time Maaz landed on the stone with his boots, his breathing heavy. A little more than weary, it would seem that he's come to a stop. Maaz leaned forward and rested his hands onto his knees, head dipped down as he took in more breaths to regain his stamina. After a moment, the man lifted himself up and spun about to look at what might lie behind him. His black eyes only took in the red skies, a few clouds above, and the roofs of buildings that he had used as platforms before. He let out a sigh of relief. The fact that he was tired must've meant that he had been running hard, as if for his life...

Unfortunately, Maaz wouldn't be able to relax for long. The sound of rustling air overhead touched his ears as it became louder and louder. Something was coming from the sky, and it sounded like it would make a hard impact. Maaz frantically swiveled about to prepare for the oncoming threat, which he knew far too well. Suddenly, a humanoid entity crashed onto the same roof twenty yards in front of the tan fighter, crushing the stone roof beneath it and causing massive cracks on the surface. It was squatting down as if to soften its devastating landing.

Assuming a defensive stance and taking a precautionary step back, Maaz prepared himself. The armored Youkai rose up to display its resolute and intimidating stature - eleven feet tall and well-armed. Present on its shield, helmet, and greaves were deep scratches, courtesy of Fangfather. It was this that he was running away from. He had managed to get away unscathed before by dodging most of its attacks and running away, but he honestly didn't expect it to follow him this far out. It would seem that a fight was inevitable. It was one hostile asshole of a Youkai. His worries stemmed most from the fact that its strength was greater and its speed was equal to his. Nothing he had on him would damage this beast, and it was even wearing armor. It's red orbs kept themselves plastered on Maaz the entire time, not emitting a word from its parched mouth. Given its placidity at the current moment and its determination to find him again, Maaz thought it best to make the first move. Didn't seem like it would stop following him, even though he didn't do anything besides being seen by it to gain its ire.

Maaz began to mutter to himself, "Alright, let's see. Face is left unguarded, visor up. Maybe I could try and land a hit there, get some soft flesh to damage. That would -- "

Just then, the Youkai made a move, causing the Chaser to flinch. It brought its sword hand up to its helmet and slid its visor down, its once unguarded visage now being provided with ample metallic protection. Looks like it was getting ready to rumble.

"Right, well, fuck me then."

Maaz took in a deep breath and set himself down in a sprinting form. His leg and arm muscles began to impressively bulge as he composed himself to strike first, feet and fingers digging into the crumbling stone to bolster the steadiness of his launch.

FWOOSH.

In an instant, the Chaser propelled himself forward off the ground and headed straight towards the armored knight at a spectacular velocity, fist reeled back and ready to be thrown. "Come on, come on, come on..." he thought as he closed in, hoping to at least get one hit in. The knight hardly budged from its position rather than dodging, and instead, before Maaz could land a hit, it rose its shield arm and swiped outwards in a horizontal arc. Normally, Maaz might have been able to dodge one of its attacks, but he made the mistake of going airborne and greatly limiting his mobility. Quite a shame.

Maaz let out a harrowing yelp of pain as the metal kite shield bashed into him and sent him flying off the rooftop. "AUGH!"

He landed on the stone walkway on the other side of the street upon his side with a dull thud and tightly clenched teeth. Thankfully, the fall was only four stories... But goddamn if it still didn't hurt like a bitch. Once the pain was duly registered, he leaned over so that he was lying on his back and looking up at the building that he had just flown off of, wondering if he could see whether or not the knight was still pursuing him. However, the towering knight was nowhere to be seen. Odd.

The battle might have been a loss for him, but at least he was able to survive, even if he was left incredibly tired and in significant pain.

"I think I'll just lay here for a while..."

~Chasers: Boundary of the Crimson Sky~

Maaz

Name:

Maaz

Age:

22

Gender:

Male

Height:

5'8"

Weight:

157

Appearance:



(Tan skin, black sleeveless shirt, black hair, the tattoo is dark red on his arm, and dark red stripes beneath his eyes, akin to war paint), black eyes

Powers:

Enhanced - Maaz exhibits superhuman displays of strength, stamina, and reflexes, making him an excellent pugilist or close-quarters combatant while in the Crimson Sky. However, even with this ability, he's still not capable of combating the elder Youkai that roam the blood-tinged realm, and he's practically put on a cap: unable to become stronger or weaker than he already is. This means that he has to rely more on his wit than anything when encountering an opponent far stronger than him, since it's a given that a simple one-on-one match guarantees his loss.

Fangfather - The wavy tattoos circling around his forearm and bicep do serve a purpose. A skin-embedded enchantment, these markings contain within them an in hand wind spell, ready for quick casting and spurred by his own will. The telltale signs that he's about cast is that the ink on his right arm begins noticeably glowing, and soon after he raises his arm, reels it back, and thrusts forward. The resulting spell is a powerful, wide torrent of wind accompanied by ravaging slashes of highly concentrated air, random in their placement and capable of cutting through wood, damaging stone and scratching metal. While numerous in the amount of gashes the spell can make and widespread in area, the spell requires generous amounts of energy from its caster (Maaz) and thus will take some time before it can be cast again (thirty minutes).

Weapons:

Fists, feet, and Fangfather.

Equipment:

Besides the clothing on his back, he might keep some money in his pocket for when he needs to buy food. He doesn't have any special equipment, besides the armor he's adorned on his left arm (steel gauntlet and pauldron).

Other:

N/A

Sample Post/Introduction:

The silhouette of a masculine figure hopped from rooftop to rooftop of the city's buildings. A 'clunk' resounded each time Maaz landed on the stone with his boots, his breathing heavy. A little more than weary, it would seem that he's come to a stop. Maaz leaned forward and rested his hands onto his knees, head dipped down as he took in more breaths to regain his stamina. After a moment, the man lifted himself up and spun about to look at what might lie behind him. His black eyes only took in the red skies, a few clouds above, and the roofs of buildings that he had used as platforms before. He let out a sigh of relief. The fact that he was tired must've meant that he had been running hard, as if for his life...

Unfortunately, Maaz wouldn't be able to relax for long. The sound of rustling air overhead touched his ears as it became louder and louder. Something was coming from the sky, and it sounded like it would make a hard impact. Maaz frantically swiveled about to prepare for the oncoming threat, which he knew far too well. Suddenly, a humanoid entity crashed onto the same roof twenty yards in front of the tan fighter, crushing the stone roof beneath it and causing massive cracks on the surface. It was squatting down as if to soften its devastating landing.

Assuming a defensive stance and taking a precautionary step back, Maaz prepared himself. The armored Youkai rose up to display its resolute and intimidating stature - eleven feet tall and well-armed. Present on its shield, helmet, and greaves were deep scratches, courtesy of Fangfather. It was this that he was running away from. He had managed to get away unscathed before by dodging most of its attacks and running away, but he honestly didn't expect it to follow him this far out. It would seem that a fight was inevitable. It was one hostile asshole of a Youkai. His worries stemmed most from the fact that its strength was greater and its speed was equal to his. Nothing he had on him would damage this beast, and it was even wearing armor. It's red orbs kept themselves plastered on Maaz the entire time, not emitting a word from its parched mouth. Given its placidity at the current moment and its determination to find him again, Maaz thought it best to make the first move. Didn't seem like it would stop following him, even though he didn't do anything besides being seen by it to gain its ire.

Maaz began to mutter to himself, "Alright, let's see. Face is left unguarded, visor up. Maybe I could try and land a hit there, get some soft flesh to damage. That would -- "

Just then, the Youkai made a move, causing the Chaser to flinch. It brought its sword hand up to its helmet and slid its visor down, its once unguarded visage now being provided with ample metallic protection. Looks like it was getting ready to rumble.

"Right, well, fuck me then."

Maaz took in a deep breath and set himself down in a sprinting form. His leg and arm muscles began to impressively bulge as he composed himself to strike first, feet and fingers digging into the crumbling stone to bolster the steadiness of his launch.

FWOOSH.

In an instant, the Chaser propelled himself forward off the ground and headed straight towards the armored knight at a spectacular velocity, fist reeled back and ready to be thrown. "Come on, come on, come on..." he thought as he closed in, hoping to at least get one hit in. The knight hardly budged from its position rather than dodging, and instead, before Maaz could land a hit, it rose its shield arm and swiped outwards in a horizontal arc. Normally, Maaz might have been able to dodge one of its attacks, but he made the mistake of going airborne and greatly limiting his mobility. Quite a shame.

Maaz let out a harrowing yelp of pain as the metal kite shield bashed into him and sent him flying off the rooftop. "AUGH!"

He landed on the stone walkway on the other side of the street upon his side with a dull thud and tightly clenched teeth. Thankfully, the fall was only four stories... But goddamn if it still didn't hurt like a bitch. Once the pain was duly registered, he leaned over so that he was lying on his back and looking up at the building that he had just flown off of, wondering if he could see whether or not the knight was still pursuing him. However, the towering knight was nowhere to be seen. Odd.

The battle might have been a loss for him, but at least he was able to survive, even if he was left incredibly tired and in significant pain.

"I think I'll just lay here for a while..."

~Chasers: Boundary of the Crimson Sky~

@KoL

Nice. Thanks!

Btw, how many characters will we need before the IC starts?

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@TheWindel

So, should I add Maaz onto the character chart like Heap did, or should I wait for KoL?

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@Heap241

turn your brightness up?

I can read everything perfectly fine