Spike

Street Samurai

Destructo was aware of Flasher's presence, but paid him no mind. He didn't care about fame or recognition: He was out for blood. The ice-cream truck squealed to a halt as Destructo turned it to face the oni. He switched on the hi-beams, blinding light shining into the alleyway and the oni's eyes. It also illuminated the bumper of his ice cream truck: Reinfocred, with sharpened metal spikes on the bumper. He put it in park, and the car door slammed shut as the ronin stepped out. Destructo was a tall, well-built young man. He had a mop of crimson hair atop his head. He was kitted out for a fight: His clothes were motorcycle leathers, reinforced with metal plates and themselves covered in sharp spikes.

"Who the fuck said you could leave?!" He said, turning the bat in his hand. The side that didn't have the spike was concave, with a groove Destructo had built in specifically to make targeting his signature move easier. He tossed the ball into the air, and a loud CRACK echoed through the alley as he hit the baseball. It banked off of one of the walls before detonating on the ground. He was aiming for just in front of the Oni's path out, hoping to hit the demon and bar its escape.

@Deskais32 @Gisk

Breakfast University of Magic

Nicholas gave a flick of his hair when Rhea complimented him. A few tiny sparkles came out. "Thank you~<3 I try." He said, looking at her over the shoulder with his azure blue eyes. He turned back to Liors, smiling warmly. "It's nice to meet you~ I'm Nicholas Paracelsus~ You can call me Nick." He said to her. He got the impression the poor girl was getting a little overwhelmed. He reached into a pocket on the big pink coat he kept draped over his shoulders, and pulled out a smartphone, checking the time.

"I need to head to the dorms if I want to meet my dormmates. It was nice to meet you, Liors, Rhea~" He said, then reached into his pocket, taking out a small vial. He took a sip from it...And started to float off, bags in hand, cloak fluttering behind him.

He alighted on the ground beneath, just outside the dorms. "Hello~" He said, hearing Viola's question just as he entered, glancing towards the flying suitcases. "Ahh, guess you don't need help unpacking. My name's Nick~" He said, dragging his luggages into the room next door. He opened the smaller luggage, taking out various pieces of alchemical equipment and setting them on the desk. He had a mortar and pestle, a calcinator, an alembic, and soon set about arranging a myriad of bottles containing exotic ingredients. One was full of tiny squirming things, another with technicolor leaves, and a particularly large jar full of brine with eyeballs in it.

After finishing with that, he opened the larger suitcase, and started to put up the massive wardrobe he had taken with him in the closet.

@Aviaire@Rune_Alchemist@QueenNugget

Street Samurai

First post IC ever! I accept critics and recommendations, in fact I'll welcome them with open arms! I want to get better.

Thank you for having me.

@Deskais32

good job

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Street Samurai

An ice cream truck was slowly cruising through town. It was a bit late for ice cream, but Roger was no mere peddler of ice cream: He was a street samurai, on patrol. Unlike the others, the samurai known as Destructo had very little online presence. He didn't care about fame or glory: He only cared about raw destructive power. He was hunting: He was looking for an oni to steal the mask of. He had the radio tuned to the Ronin station, and heard about a disturbance not too far from the graveyard, which he was just passing by. Jackpot. He turned the corner, and saw a big, four-armed oni down the street. He floored it, the jingle growing faster and faster as he screeched down the street, not seeming to care if he hit the Orobi, or perhaps trusting him to get out of the way. It looked like he was going to miss the creature. But then, he opened the window, leaning out of it.

"YOU'RE DEAD MEAT!" Destructo snarled. Like other Samurai, he wore a helmet. His was a hockey mask. It hid his face, but anyone present could hear the sheer killing intent in his tone. In his hands, he had a baseball bat. Aluminum sprayed bubblegum-pink, with a massive, sharpened rail-spike welded to the smashing surface. He'd constructed it in particular for piercing oni-skulls in drivebys, which was exactly what he was trying to do. If it hit, it would have Roger's considerable strength backed by the ice cream truck he was driving at 60mph.

@Gisk @Gingerboi123@rocketrobie2@sassy1085

Street Samurai

Also also also: @Spike Sounds good, I like to imagine they gather in a parking garage or warehouse or something and just everyone is yelling what they think about the topic at hand.

@Gisk

Mm sure : ) They prolly do protection for some warehouses and sometimes have crazy raves at the abandoned ones and use them for training.

hmmm what if we had a discord

Breakfast University of Magic

Well yeah that’s his fc

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Of course, at that exact moment Nicholas emerged from the glyph in front of her. With him, he brought two large luggages (big one for clothes, bigger one for alchemy equipment) and the smell of Jasmine.

"It's nice to see you again too, Ms. Royle." He said, smiling softly as he regarded her with his bright blue eyes. A bit of an eccentric even by academy standards, Nicholas was as always looking gorgeous. His golden-blonde hair was shiny and perfectly kept, and his peach-coloured skin was free of blemishes. While other students had lived much of their lives in the 'normal' world, Nicholas had been raised and largely influenced by other wizards. He was thus definitely rocking the sorcerer chic. He wore a checkered pink cloak over his white dress shirt, and a pair of black slacks around his hips.

"Zane, I love the accessory choice." He said. Nick was of course wearing earrings and a necklace, both made of the same bright-blue crystalline material. He was not being sarcastic. He noticed a black-haired girl in a beanbag chair.

"I don't think I've seen you before. Are you new here?" He asked Liors, smiling warmly. He was by nature friendly, and liked helping shy people out. That, or he was planning on playing a trick on her. Maybe both.

@Aviaire@NorthernKraken@Ryteb Pymeroce