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8 yrs ago
Current [@MangaArtist] Did you skip OOO?
8 yrs ago
Man, MGS3 Ocelot's gun-spinning noise is bizarrely pleasant. Damn near ASMR fodder.
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8 yrs ago
New Akuma actually looks kinda cool moveset-wise. Now I have to hope in my heart of hearts that Makoto or someone more interesting gets in.
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8 yrs ago
[@Shoryu] I'll concede XvSF and Marvel 1, but the 3v3 format is iconic now. That's not to say I disagree that MvC is typically a mess. Shout outs to "ZOOP ZOOP" Zero.
8 yrs ago
[@Mr Allen J] The whole situation with the different Marvel properties is a goddamn mess. New MAHVEL being 2v2's already got me worried about the roster.
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@Dynamo Frokane I concede your point on shounen tiddies to a point.
My gripe with Fairy Tail is more that it's just less fun to read than Mashima's previous work, Rave Master. I wouldn't say that it's all that similar to One Piece beyond art style (Mashima was Oda's assistant at one point iirc) and the fact that they're ultimately both shounen.

I'll cosign Hajime no Ippo and Air Gear (mostly because in Air Gear's case, Ogure Ito is a great artist, despite being kind of terrible at explaining powers. And i would rather he just didn't bother)
Is Fairy Tail the new popular shounen series to hate now that Naruto and Bleach are done? Because the only thing I know about that series is that all the ladies are stacked which makes me think it's a-okay.


Pretty sure Fairy Tail's gotten a steady stream of hate for a while now. Pretty standard shounen, but it leans on "nakama power" even more than usual. The boobs are nice, though.
With the Doom Pirates having beat a hasty retreat, the Golden Fleece were left with the pleading visage of prostrate commonfolk. In a way, it kind of made Samehana uncomfortable. Doubly so, since she was already feeling bad about having a man act as a missile to destroy property. Crossing her arms under her chest, the Golden Fleece's cook watched as Sancho worked his trademark "magic". He really had a thing for playing up the whole "dreaded pirate" deal, didn't he? Not like it didn't work or anything, but Samehana felt it could get a little over the top. Whether that was due to Samehana being the golden-haired captain's senior, or the fact that she and Hamel had been traveling with him for some time now was anyone's guess. Smirking at Sancho's declaration that they'd strike at the origins of Doom Pirates' operations, Samehana shook her head once the man was finally onboard the ship. "Ooh, Sanchie, you were sooo cooolll~." Samehana joked, wrapping her arms around one of Sancho's and pressing her chest up against him in a mock gesture of some kind of rabid fangirl before breaking away to wave at the island's residents. "Sorry about the fruit stand~. I promise to make it up for you by kicking some pirate ass 'kay?" she called, flashing a peace sign and a wink at the gathered crowd. And with that, the crew set off towards Lefacti, goal firmly set in mind.

"I mean, maybe it was a little too theatrical, but I don't think I've ever known you to be that subtle." Samehana informed the captain, referring at least in part to his rather ostentatious style of dress. Not like she was one to talk or anything.

"I wonder what kind of operation these guys've got running over at this Lefacti place? From how those guys from earlier put it, it seems like they're a pretty big group. You figure we've got the muscle to deal with all of that?" On some level, Samehana's last question was more rhetorical than anything, considering her confidence in her own skills. And as sharp as the other two could often show themselves to be, it was always nice to know where their heads were as far as the nitty-gritty of a fight. That being said, a promise was a promise, right? No use dwelling over it too much until they were actually on the island.
"What's your name, girlie?" the wildman inquired between dodging and returning strikes, the two combatants ignoring the slowly enclosing numbers of the Doom Pirates. And, frankly, it didn't look like anyone wanted to get caught in the middle of the brawl going on in front of them. Turning her head to the side to avoid a sword thrust, Samehana giggled at the man's timing. Weren't you supposed to do introductions before a duel? Granted, this wasn't exactly a formal duel to begin with, so perhaps she could cut the man some slack.

"Samehana. Though, I don't believe I caught your name either." her hands flashed up and clapped against the blade whooshing down towards her, twisting slightly to snap the blade in two once again.

"Hehe, I knew that these cheap blades would be the death of me one day." the man remarked as he stepped back towards one of the pirate grunts, yanking the cutlass from his hand as yet another replacement. The ground around their fight was littered with broken blades, and it appeared that the wildman was quickly running out of weapons to draw from. "They call me Narga the Jackal. Can't say I remember what my bounty is at this point, seeings as I don' really care. But, missy, I reckon you've given me ample reason to reallly cut loose." Narga capped off his introduction by planting both of his swords into the ground. "Bring me my babies, you little shits!" he shouted at the crowd, prompting the pirates to part as two men brought out a pair of long objects wrapped in cloth. Smiling, the Jackal quickly unwrapped them, revealing a pair of rather ornate straight swords, the blades looking to be of notably greater quality than the cutlasses Narga had been using, and of greater length as well. Taking the swords in hand, Narga twirled them about and got into a low stance, eyes taking a more predatory appearance as he licked his lips.
"Now, girlie.... You've gone and made me excited, so I hope you won't have any hard feelings when I turn you into a fish fillet."

"Hora hora~. Then I suppose you won't complain if I eat you up either, hm~?" Samehana retorted, an almost wicked smile playing across her lips, enhanced by the appearance of her teeth.

Without further delay, the two once again rushed forward to engage in combat. Instead of attacking with his blades immediately, Narga launched himself forward into a dropkick, prompting Samehana to block the unexpected strike as the Jackal planted his blades into the ground and spun around, balancing himself on the swords' pommels as he whipped his body around for another kick, his leg shooting around Samehana's guard to strike her in the face, knocking her off balance. Roaring with excitement at what appeared to be an opening, Narga used the opportunity to launch himself, pulling his blades out of the ground as he went airborne. Once he was above the fishwoman, he began to rotate as he descended, apparently intending to attack as some sort of spinning buzzsaw.

Togyo Sotoken

Two fists made impact with Narga's abdomen once he was about to make his strike, knocking him back into the air on impact and causing him to cough up blood as he looked down on the fishwoman, who was drifting further away as he flew into the air. "Fishman Karate: Karakusagawara Seiken" smirking, Samehana threw a punch in the direction of the airborne sword wielder, much to the confusion of the onlookers. However, as the broken sword pieces, and pebbles began to shake on the ground, they had no time to react as Narga head kicked back as if assailed by some invisible force, and those observing the fight were assaulted by a similar phenomenon, the more hardy individuals dropping to their knees while others simply lost consciousness from the impact of the invisible punch.

The wildman known as Narga the Jackal fell back down to the earth, landing on his head while his swords fell with him, one landing dangerously close to his nethers, while the other landed beside his face, the blade drawing blood due to scraping his cheek. Samehana waited a moment, her smile widening as Narga jumped up, propping his body up with a sword. "Hooo-wee~. Real fancy moves ya got there, sharkgirl. I'd heard the fishmen had some fancy techniques, but I hadn't come across any seafolk packin' that kinda business." he remarked, spitting out a tooth and wiping the blood from his mouth with a free hand before grasping his other blade.
"Whaddaya say you gimme another taste, eh, Samehana?" he growled, twirling his swords around again before dashing forward, this time moving in a zig-zag motion.

"Hora hora~. Eager, aren't you?" Samehana cooed, raising a leg before stomping it into the ground in front of her. "Fishman Karate: Arainamikyaku (Weak Style)" the ground directly under the impact of her foot blasted into pieces, sending debris and dust into the air that obscured Narga's vision. Then, from out of the dust came a fist, parting the dust cloud as Samehana appeared in front of the Jackal. "Senmaigawara.... Seiken." the fist made impact with Narga's face and sent him flying, knocking him through Doom Pirates like a bowling ball.
"Hora hora~. Ah, maybe I went a little overboard?" Samehana remarked aloud as she watched Narga slam into a fruit stand, which exploded from the impact, raining fruit and debris on those surrounding it. Well, he seemed pretty tough, so at the very least he might not have died, huh?
"Hora hora~. Careful, Hammmy~." Samehana cooed as she watched the man get whacked with a flail. That certainly looked pretty painful. Her giggling was soon interrupted by a swift strike towards her face. The blade of the sword made contact, jolting her head back and prompting a chuckle from the assailant. "Oooh, did I ruin your pretty face, girlie?" the wild-looking man giggled wildly, tapping the second sword he was holding on his shoulder. However, he soon stopped laughing once he heard muffled giggles from the fishwoman who he'd supposedly slashed across the face. Rather than having cut the woman, she'd actually caught the blade in her teeth! The glistening, pearly white, razor sharp teeth had the blade firmly locked in place. Casting a mischievous look at the twin blade wielding man, Samehana simply bit down into the blade, shattering it. The wild, crimson-maned man let out a howl of laughter and backflipped away, grabbing one of the cutlasses from one of the downed pirates mid-rotation to replace his now-useless sword.

"Ho~. You're pretty good, managing to sneak up on me like that. I hope you won't be quite as easy to put down as your friends." Samehana remarked, giving herself a good stretch before taking a proper stance for once. "As a reward for doing such a good job, I think I'll take you a little more seriously."

"Kishishshi. Alright, girlie. We'll see how long you can keep up that sass of yours~." the wild man crooned, licking one of his blades before once again leaping forward to engage the sharkwoman.

"I look forward to the meal~." Samehana purred, stepping forward to meet the man, now unconcerned for now with the situation that her crewmates would get into.
For a while, the situation had been entirely under control. It appeared that the group of pirates had sense enough to stand down, since they'd all decided to sit around and wait until the fishwoman got bored, mentally counting the reps of strenuous exercise of their compatriot who was being used as a chair by the aquatic maiden. "Doin' great so far, Dilbert!" one of the men shouted, giving a few weak claps, only to stop when he realized he was the only one providing any sort of encouragement for the man.

The awkward display was cut short by the sudden appearance of Sancho, Hamel, and some fat man in a ridiculous get-up, who appeared to be in command of the little troupe here judging by the quickness with which the "free" troublemakers decided to leap into action. "Never a dull moment with you, huh, Sanchie-dear~?" Samehana remarked, smirking at the casual manner in which the captain seemed to address the situation. Deciding to stand up from the now-fatigued gentleman, Samehana picked him up by the scruff of his shirt and tossed him at a few of the men who'd drawn their weapons, knocking them to the ground as the rest surged forward to make their assault.

"Hora hora~. 'Doom Pirates', hm? How scarrryyy~." Samehana chimed, baring her sharp teeth with an almost savage glee as one of the pirates swung a cutlass towards her in a downward arc. As the blade made its way toward her form, her hand quickly shot up, he palm making impact with the flat of the blade. Rather than simply slapping the blade away, instead the sword snapped in two, only for Samehana to snatch the top half out of the air and throw it into the foot of another man approaching from the side, pinning his foot to the ground.

"Yeeeoowwwie~. That might have been a bit too far, huh, sweetie?" she cooed, sidestepping another strike as she scratched the back of her head, planting a knee into the chest of the pirate whose sword she broke. Considering how weak these guys appeared to be, the fishwoman almost felt bad for having to beat on them. It was practically bullying. But, from the looks of things, this seemed to be a matter of them getting their just desserts. Weaving through attacks and delivering her own in turn, Samehana made sure to stick to some rather basic punches and kicks, deciding that actually bothering to apply techniques in this situation, was probably overkill. Sure, these guys probably weren't the nicest bunch, but there didn't seem to be any real benefit to crippling the fools.

The fishwoman chuckled slightly, having seen the rather embarrassing display Hamel put on. Or, at least, it might've been embarrassing for someone who wasn't Hamel. In any case, the Fleece's first mate posed an interesting question. "Hm. Well, these guys seemed awfully prepared to kick some pirate ass when they showed up here. Maybe Sancho happened to steal their thunder?" Samehana remarked, jabbing an elbow into the face of yet another pirate before using the weight of another pirate's attack to hip toss him into two more attackers.
The doom and gloom of the fishing town was beginning to wear on Samehana's mood a bit. It didn't help that the island didn't appear to have any real local fighters, though that was to be expected with the fact that they could so easily be terrorized by the lot from earlier. Suddenly, her interest was piqued when another group of men, this time sans the masks that the fifteen from before were wearing, strolled into town. They were armed, but they looked confused rather than hostile. Were they lost or something? Faint whispers were exchanged between the group before a young man came up to meet them. "Hey, didn't you guys send that blonde guy to take care of the pirates earlier?" he asked, wondering what the group were doing in town. Samehana chuckled at the idea of Sancho working for the group, but decided to listen in due to the misunderstanding that seemed to be happening.

"Uhh..." the man who seemed to be the "leader" of the group turned back to the party accompanying him, looking more than a little shaken before he turned back to the young man, putting a brave face back on. "Yeah! We're just coming by to pick 'im up right now. Figured we'd see if the new recruit can take out the trash by himself before we let 'im on the team full time, y'know?" It was a decent save, the fishwoman had to hand it to him. Though, if the "Kingslayer" happened to overhear this conversation, there was a good chance that it wouldn't go terribly well for the charlatans here.
"Mind telling us where our pal ran off to? I'm sure he's just itching to see us." the man asked, draping an arm around the younger man's shoulders. While the he was visibly uncomfortable, and maybe even a bit skeptical of the explanation provided, the young man decided to help the would-be protectors out by pointing them in the direction of the restauraunt. "Hora hora~. Word really travels fast here, doesn't it?" Samehana thought, skipping after the group as they went to go find Sancho.

Samehana made her way over to the front of the group, stopping them in their tracks. "Hora hora~. You guys are the protectors of this place, huh? That means you must be pretty strong~." she chimed, leaning forward a bit bit with her arms crossed behind her back.
"Yeah, yeah, the strongest. We're a bit busy, sugar, so you might wanna move." one of the men stepped forward, placing a hand on Samehana's shoulder, which prompted a mischievous smile to split the fishwoman's lips.




"So, is there anyone else who wants to pass?" Samehana inquired, legs crossed over one another as she sat on the back of the man who'd touched her shoulder earlier, using him as a sort of human chair while he did push-ups. From the looks of the dirt all over his body and the state of his face, it seemed to be rather clear that this wasn't necessarily a situation he got into of his own volition. "About two-hundred more and you should be on the right track, sugar." she purred mockingly, patting the (un)fortunate man on the head.
While on the one hand, Samehana was slightly annoyed at Sancho roundaboutly insulting her cooking, she couldn't help but share a similar sentiment herself. Besides, eating one's own cooking could sometimes get a little boring anyway. It wouldn't be long before the captain decided to play hero, giving her and Hamel the go-ahead to get food. Sizing up the fifteen men that had gathered, the fishwoman smirked before taking her leave. "Give 'em hell, captain~." she chimed over her shoulder, her smile revealing a set of incredibly sharp, pearly white teeth.

Perhaps due to a combination of being a fishwoman, or her generally striking appearance, Samehana received a few looks as she passed through the town. With pale white skin, pinkish-red eyes and black hair that, despite being held up by a pair of chopsticks, flowed down to her ankles, she already stood out rather alarmingly if one was not used to fishfolk. That was without considering the fact that the fishwoman was remarkably well-endowed, a fact that was accentuated by her choice of dress. Made of a black material that looked more like a second skin than actual cloth, her backless top came up to a high collar and left a window for her chest, while also entirely baring her midriff for those who wanted to admire her taut abdomen. Her pants (which could be arhued were more like tights) were made of the same material, with a band of red going around each of her thighs. They extended down to her feet, where they met with a pair of red "sneakers".

While Hamel was excitedly exiting the situation with the the thugs, Samehana calmly followed after him, remaining not far behind the crew's first mate.




A napkin made its way to Hamel's face, wielded by Samehana, who wiped her crewmate's face clean of any food debris. A sigh escaped her as she shook her head, though this was in contrast with the smirk on her face. "You could at least try to have some table manners in public, can't you?" she remarked, watching as the unfortunate diners Hamel was interacting with relocated themselves. Shrugging, she returned to her steak, having resolved to fill up before she went to find some kind of dojo or, barring that, just go fishing for when the crew eventually departed.

"Hm. Y'know, if those are the kind'a guys that can run things on this island, we might be dealing with some real small-fry." the fishwoman remarked, thinking back to her observation of the thugs from earlier. Sancho had probably made quick work of them by now, so there was a good chance that he was on his way. "I'm gonna take a walk." the fishwoman bounded out of the door, leaving poor Hamel, or maybe Sancho, to pick up the cost of her meal.

"Now, let's see if we can't find any hidden gems here..."
I'm waiting on Raema myself, so it seems we're in the same boat.
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