@shylarahVictor raised an eye brow at the kid. "What's the problem? Stay here, I'll teach you things that no one on your planet can. I could use your innovation." He clapped Jareth on the shoulder as he went across his lab to a section that resembled a machining shop. There were enough parts and scrap metal for a hundred bioflex prosthetics. "You said robotics eh?"
He picked up a metal, left arm skeleton and shook it in the air, "Let's make some shit." He said with an excited grin.
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"No plan, just sparring." Tsitua answered, making sure the cushions on his gloves were good by lazily punching his fists together. He stepped over onto the mat and began stretching.
Mae gave Amuné a nudge, "Wanna fight him first, or watch us first?" She asked, her tone hinting at the fact that she was itching to fight. She too was putting on gloves with a little fire in her eyes. To Amuné, Mae wouldn't look all that special in chakra, not compared to the others. She'd never had a specific focus or ability. She was fast, strong, and worked very hard. What would stand out to a perceptive chakra user was that despite the lack of an arm, chakras were still flowing through the prosthetic.
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Orion crossed his arms in frustration. His first solo mission, and he was totally lost for what to do first. He went back over to the couch, "I don't want to cause your people trouble, but I might have to stir the pot. If we don't find them, they're going to cause trouble...
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Wolf took a moment to smell the young ghoul. The sound of a long inspiration of air resonated in his mask as his eyes narrowed ever so slightly. Bart was caught. Blankface's scent was all over him. Wolf blades his stance and looked away, calmly annoyed. With a sigh he spoke to the other ghoul like he wasn't even a person.
"You're lying." Was all he said, letting the long breath he had taken out. His voice was deep and rugged. There was a swish of air and a meaty sound. His kagune was like a blur. By the time it was done, his cloak had already fluttered back down. Bart's head hit the floor before his body did. It rolled, but wolf stopped it under his military quality, black leather boot.
The killer turned a bored expression to a man with gold eyes. In doing so, he popped his neck and allowed his kagune to creep out a few inches from under his cloak. "I suggest you don't waste more of my time. Where. Is. Blankface?"
He picked up a metal, left arm skeleton and shook it in the air, "Let's make some shit." He said with an excited grin.
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"No plan, just sparring." Tsitua answered, making sure the cushions on his gloves were good by lazily punching his fists together. He stepped over onto the mat and began stretching.
Mae gave Amuné a nudge, "Wanna fight him first, or watch us first?" She asked, her tone hinting at the fact that she was itching to fight. She too was putting on gloves with a little fire in her eyes. To Amuné, Mae wouldn't look all that special in chakra, not compared to the others. She'd never had a specific focus or ability. She was fast, strong, and worked very hard. What would stand out to a perceptive chakra user was that despite the lack of an arm, chakras were still flowing through the prosthetic.
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Orion crossed his arms in frustration. His first solo mission, and he was totally lost for what to do first. He went back over to the couch, "I don't want to cause your people trouble, but I might have to stir the pot. If we don't find them, they're going to cause trouble...
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Wolf took a moment to smell the young ghoul. The sound of a long inspiration of air resonated in his mask as his eyes narrowed ever so slightly. Bart was caught. Blankface's scent was all over him. Wolf blades his stance and looked away, calmly annoyed. With a sigh he spoke to the other ghoul like he wasn't even a person.
"You're lying." Was all he said, letting the long breath he had taken out. His voice was deep and rugged. There was a swish of air and a meaty sound. His kagune was like a blur. By the time it was done, his cloak had already fluttered back down. Bart's head hit the floor before his body did. It rolled, but wolf stopped it under his military quality, black leather boot.
The killer turned a bored expression to a man with gold eyes. In doing so, he popped his neck and allowed his kagune to creep out a few inches from under his cloak. "I suggest you don't waste more of my time. Where. Is. Blankface?"