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Post by Lepa on Aug 24, 2019 16:02:11 GMT -8
The day that Katsurou had murdered a mere suspect in cold blood was terrifying.And to think Sierra thought the man was nice! He was very polite and he helped her out when she thought she was in danger, but... no. Turns out, underneath all of that, he was just a cold hearted killer. It didn't matter if it was for evil or for justice - taking away someone else's life was just... wrong. It's not what Sierra believed in, and it's not what Cappytain Engle advocated, either. So when she reported to Engle what had happened that day, it was... troubling, to say the least. The Captain had done his best to comfort the traumatized girl, and while she appreciated it, the person who truly put her at ease that day... was Izzack. He had gotten her away from the nauseating scene, and he had even gifted her a little keepsake - an enchanted bracelet that sharpened her senses to danger! ...And she lost it. Sierra knew she wasn't too smart, and she knew that others weren't inclined to help her because of that. But Izzack... he'd helped her. Even after she'd accidentally sic'd Katsurou on him during their first meeting, he still helped her. He was a little awkward, sure, but... he was nice. There was just something about him that made her feel safe, even if his outfit told her otherwise. She couldn't quite put her finger on it, but that's what she felt! Losing the bracelet felt like she had betrayed him. "Izzaaaaaaack..." Sierra whimpered sadly to herself. "I'm sorryyyyy...."The rabbit girl was curled up into a ball, her arms hugging her knees as she slumped over, ears drooping in obvious dejection. She had taken a seat under a large tree, idly picking at the wildflowers that surrounded it. Normally, they'd make for a tasty treat, but... she wasn't in the mood for that now. The park was where she had lost it. She had gotten into some kind of scuffle with a pair of leather jacketed hooligans, and while she came out relatively unharmed, it was only after they ran off did she realize that one had taken her bracelet. At least, she was sure it was one of them... So, every day, the rabbit had returned to the same spot, hoping she could catch the culprits. Of course, there was an extra layer of difficulty for her being unable to recognize faces. Relying on scents could only get her so far, not to mention she had to be pretty close to others to smell them, which she was told was a big no-no. She could also listen for their voices, but even then, that would be hard to recognize amidst all the other noise. All she could hope for was that they'd be wearing the same clothes. After all, it was pretty normal to wear the same jacket every day... right? "Nrghhh...!" Sierra whined. She unfurled herself, shifting onto her knees. "I gotta... keep trying...!" She tried to convince herself. "I can't let him down...!" Forcing a second wind of motivation, she hopped to her feet, raising her ears in alert as she strained to scan the new parkgoers in the distance. Maybe today would be the day...! |
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Post by The Izzack on Aug 26, 2019 17:20:35 GMT -8
The park
There was no place quite like the park, in Daniel's opinion. So many great things happened here, so long as you were willing to rub a few elbows, break a few laws, or beat up large swaths of people in your pursuit to find someone worth fighting. Truly anything could happen here. Daniel loved this place, so much so that he had decided to come here, on this specific day, at this specific time, even though it meant having to see some bawling bunny, some red-eyed rabbit, some lugubrious lagomorph, some other alliteration for the sad rabbit lady moping around under one of the trees. There was a part of him that pitied the girl, a part of him that was annoyed at the mood dampener, and a part of him that wanted to help, and a part of him that just wanted to see if she could kick real good.
It was about then that the girl popped to her feet, seeming to find a newfound passion for...whatever she was struggling with. "Yeah! That's the attitude, lady!" he called out, shortly before rushing towards the girl. "So! What're we doin'?" he asked as naturally as if she had actually asked him for help. After all, he couldn't let passion like that go unrewarded, could he? Well, he could, but then this girl might get all weepy again, and that'd definitely put a real damper on his mood.
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Post by Lepa on Aug 27, 2019 3:19:09 GMT -8
"...Oh!"
Sierra jolted her head towards the figure that jogged her way. Normally, anything running straight at her was bad news, but... the tone she heard this person used was friendly enough. As he approached, she could see his expression wasn't hostile, and he also smelled like... sweat. And... pizza? But mostly sweat. A sort of musky, manly kind of sweat. Like... a bear! A smaller than average bear, she noticed, but a bear nonetheless.
"Oh!" Sierra took a few eager hops forward, living up to her rabbity looks. "I'm gonna find it, mister manly bear man, sir! I'm gonna find... those bad guys...!" She clenched a fist in determination. "And then...! Get my bracelet back from them!" She smiled. "They took it from me! Around here! So I've been doing what they called "steaking out!" Her smile slowly faded. "But... I've been here every day..." Sierra trailed off, her gloom beginning to return. "And I haven't gotten any leads... or steaks...!" The rabbit girl's eyes began to glass over. "B-But... Since you're here... and you asked..." Her ears raised hopefully. "Does that mean... y-you're gonna help me?"
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Post by The Izzack on Sept 12, 2019 15:51:18 GMT -8
"Bad guys? Bracelet!? LEADS!? STEAKS!? You better believe you got some help here, lil' miss Bon Bun! What'd these jokers look like?" Daniel asked, noticeably more excited than he was mere moments before. He had expected to have to find a fight, like usual, but here was a little sidequest, just waiting to have him take it. He couldn't imagine it would be very exciting, granted, but hey, every little bit helps! "I got a few tricks up my sleeve, ya know, so I might just be able find these near-do-wells for ya!" he elaborated ever so briefly.
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Post by Lepa on Oct 6, 2019 18:05:00 GMT -8
"Oh! Great!" The rabbit girl clasped her hands together excitedly. "They... ummmm..." Sierra scratched at her head. "They... had hair..." She began, but shook her head. Cappytain told her she needed to be more specific than that! Oooh, if only she was better that remembering faces...! Sierra puffed up her cheeks in frustration as she clasped at her chin in visible thought. "Hmmm..." She tapped her foot. "There was, umm... two of them... And they were kinda mean..." She continued. "Like, they didn't go, hey lady! Gimmie all your stuff! or anything like that, but... They did take my bracelet!" Her brow furrowed. "They seemed like they wanted to play, but they didn't really make sense. " She shrugged. "They said something about a lot of milk, but I told them I don't drink milk! I'm a bunny you see, so it'll mess up my tummy if I do, and-"
...Oh, wait, she was supposed to be telling this tiny bear man what they looked like.
Sierra shook her head, cutting herself off from her unrelated tangent. "Well, anyway!" She tried to recollect her thoughts. "They were kinda jokey mean, so I tried to kick them, but one grabbed me and the other took my bracelet..." She frowned again. This wasn't gonna help at all! C'mon Sierra, she thought. What did they look like...? There had to be something, anything...!
"...Oh!" The girl snapped her fingers. "They had... black jackets!" She nodded vigorously. "The... the leathery ones! Like, um... the ones bad guys wear! Yeah!" Even if the information wasn't that much more helpful, Sierra was obviously very pleased that she was able to recall something. She was on a roll for sure!
"Oh! Oh, oh, oh! And! I remembered another thing!" She hopped up and down excitedly. "They had like.. a weird... symbol thingy on the back of those jackets!" Sierra vaguely gestured in the air. "It was all scratchy looking, but it looked like a.. circle? A half circle?" She rubbed at her chin again. "And there was an arrow pointing up... or a triangle?" The girl shrugged. "I dunno! I couldn't tell what it was, but whoever did it wasn't a very good artist..." She shrugged once more before clenching her fists excitedly. "Anyway, anyway!" Sierra hopped forward, leaning down slightly to be eye level with Daniel. "Did that help?" She asked eagerly. "Did it, did it?!"
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Post by The Izzack on Nov 13, 2019 15:41:01 GMT -8
"That's amazing!" Daniel burst out when Sierra was done explaining the people who stole her bracelet, "I have never seen someone do such a bad job explaining something so earnestly!" he gave a thumbs up to the girl, obviously amused. "You better believe that helped just as much as you would know that it could have maybe done so! LET'S GO FIND SOME NERDS!" he shouted before taking off in a random direction.
Well, he didn't have too much to go off of, and he had already forgotten the description of the symbol that Sierra had mentioned. Leather jackets, and black ones at that. EASY! Sure, tons of people wore those, but if he got this broad close to enough scruffy looking ones, maybe she could point them out! "SO! Uh...whatever your name is! You point to someone, and I'll beat 'em up! Nice and easy!" he called back to Sierra, though he hadn't even checked to see if she was actually following.
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Post by Lepa on Nov 16, 2019 15:35:50 GMT -8
"...O-Oh?" Sierra smiled, a little uncertain, but happy all the same. "Thanks!" She beamed. Was it an insult? He didn't sound like he was trying to make one, but... Sierra was happy to be praised anyway. She had little time to bask in it however, as the tiny bear man took off without her. "Haaaay! Wait...!" She pouted, leaping after Daniel. She was the one who normally did that!
"SO! Uh...whatever your name is! You point to someone, and I'll beat 'em up! Nice and easy!"
Her ears twitched in response. He may have been ahead of her, but long distance hearing was her specialty! "My name is Sierra, mister bear, sir!" She called out, bounding to keep up with him. "And... you'd really do that for me? But what if I point to the wrong person...?" Her leaping strides became longer as she finally raced up to his side. "My Cappytain says to try and not solve things with violence, you know!" She lectured. "If we can find those baddies and get my bracelet without anyone getting hurt, that'd be great!" The rabbit then switched to his other side, though she frowned briefly at a thought: Even though Cappytain was right... this tiny man offered to help him. And since he already seemed so eager to fight for her... Maybe she shouldn't be telling him what to do? "Well... Okay," Sierra continued her thought out loud. "I just don't wanna get either of us in trouble hurting innocent people, but if they do try to attack, and attack us first..." Her ears straightened with a smile. "...Then I guess it's fair to fight back!"
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Post by The Izzack on Nov 16, 2019 18:35:17 GMT -8
As Sierra managed to close up the distance between him and her so easily, Daniel felt a small fire light inside of him. He wondered how Vivi felt about sprinting training. Well, one thing at a time. "So, let me get this straight, Sierra, ol' buddy ol' pal. You're saying, if I can get whoever we encounter to hit me first, I get to beat 'em up, no judgement? Well, I can most certainly do that!" he proudly exclaimed, seeming quite joyous in his willful misrepresentation of what Sierra wanted.
"Oh, and another thing," he continued, turning around and running backwards, even though he didn't need to do so to face Sierra, "I can't have you be calling me 'Mister bear' That's a straight up insult, because I can and will beat up every bear I ever meet." he punched his fist for emphasis. "You can call me Daniel!" he paused to flex, "THE BIG FELLOW!" he flexed once more. "COLLINS!" he then made a strange gesture with his upper body. He pointed both arms at some invisible point above him and to the right, while he turned his head in the opposite direction. At no point, however, did he decide to stop running. "Folks call me that all the time, probably because I'm so tall and cool." he offered as he turned himself back towards the direction they were running.
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Post by Lepa on Nov 16, 2019 22:09:27 GMT -8
"Uuaaaah..." Sierra couldn't help but smile awkwardly. I mean, what the man said wasn't something her Cappytain would approve of, but... this guy wasn't wrong, technically. "...Yeah! Sure!" Her ears perked up. "Makes sense to me!"
When the man turned around to face her, Sierra's odd smile grew and her eyes widened.
"You can call me Daniel! THE BIG FELLOW! COLLINS!"
Ohhh...! Sierra thought as he flexed. He looks super strong and super tough! She couldn't help but tilt her head when he made the strange gesture, though. What was that? The rabbit swore she had seen it before... Maybe she'd ask him about it later.
"Folks call me that all the time, probably because I'm so tall and cool."
"Wowie! Even though you're not so tall at all?! People call you that?!" The rabbit girl clenched her fists excitedly. "That's so cool! I wanna have a cool nickname, too...!" Her eyes sparkled with enthusiasm. "Something like... the Bravest Bunny! Or... Or...!"
"...Oh!" Sierra's ears perked up. "Daniel! Daniel! Big Fellow!" She grasped at his arm, attempting to give it a tug, only to be further pulled along by the man himself. "Aah! Hey! Daniel! Wait! I smell it!" She tried to alert him. "Leather...! Jacket leather!" The rabbit quickly scanned the area around them, spotting someone in a black leather jacket. "...There!" She pointed, immediately forgetting the consequences of doing so. "There, there, there! That might be one of them...!"
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Post by The Izzack on Nov 17, 2019 17:48:37 GMT -8
"You'd be surprised at what people call you when you are capable of dunking them, Sierra. I was once even called 'handsome'!" Daniel remarked, obviously amused by the bunny girl's amusing attitude.
Of course, when she pointed out what she suspected was one of the culprits, Daniel seemed to sharpen his focus to a razor's edge. The person Sierra pointed out didn't quite look like what Daniel had suspected. He had pictured some dumb biker looking dude, but this guy...well, "Overextending anime villain" seemed to come into his mind looking at this dude. Even so, he had to admit he looked a bit cool, at least. "Hey you! Dork!" he called out to the bejacketed man as he charged toward him. "You have besmirched the honor of this Sierra, here. What say you!?" he challenged, brandishing his guitar case in an impressive flourish. He hoped desperately that this wasn't enough to scare the dude away, but honestly, if it did, then he wouldn't have been a very fun fight anyway, right? Maybe? Sure. "What say you to 'The Big Fellow'? THE BIGGEST FELLOW YOU'VE EVER SEEN!?"
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Post by Lepa on Nov 18, 2019 18:24:33 GMT -8
"Wow...!" Sierra stood back as her eyes twinkled in admiration. "So cool~!"The man in the leather jacket thought differently. He was simply minding his own business, walking along a city sidewalk when he heard some idiot call out. "Hey you! Dork!"He stopped. Was the voice... referring to him? "You have besmirched the honor of this Sierra, here. What say you!?"Oh. Oh no. The idiot was speaking his language. ...Damnit. Damnit! How could he resist? If there was anything he loved, it was exchanging dramatic dialogue, and it wasn't something he could really do with his friends. They were more for action than words, which he didn’t mind, but... sometimes he just had that itch to act. Maybe it wasn’t the brightest idea to do it with a stranger on the street, but honestly, could he call himself a member of Ammo Clan if he hadn’t made at least one bad decision in the past week? So, slowly, he turned to face the man who had called out to him - just in time to see him brandishing a comically oversized guitar case with frightening ease. "What say you to 'The Big Fellow'? THE BIGGEST FELLOW YOU'VE EVER SEEN!?"The man stared. A small, devious smirk crept upon his face. He would not only be able to act, but fight."...Heh."His shoulders shook again as a quiet laugh rose from his chest. "...Hmhmhm..." He lifted a hand, his fingers curling as they covered his face. "...Hmhmhm...!" The chuckle grew into a cackle. "Hahahaha! He had parted his legs slightly, curling his fingers and spreading his arms as if he were holding some sort of invisible power in each hand. His laughter reached a maniacal level. "HahahAHAHAHAHAHA!""...M-Maybe," Sierra began, shrinking back a bit. "We should... find someone else..." She half whispered to Daniel. "I'm... pretty sure... no, absolutely sure that guy wasn't one of them!""Fool," the man hissed, paying no mind to the rabbit. "I know not of this Sierra you speak of, but you..." He tilted his head slightly, the shadows of his bangs contrasting the glow in one of his eyes. "Do you have any idea of what you're dealing with?"Everything about him screamed supervillain, but a certain look in his eyes and the smirk on his face seemed to say something more. Was he... just as eager to fight as Daniel?!
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Post by The Izzack on Nov 18, 2019 18:43:19 GMT -8
It took only a few words out of this dork's mouth, but Daniel was already excited beyond belief. His eyes nearly shone with anticipation of what was to come. Nobody ever wanted to fight so easily! "Thief or not, Sierra, this vagabond is nonetheless a cruel creature of the night!" he called out to his companion, feeding off the theatrical energy Omega was giving off. "I shall stand tall against all foes, no matter how deadly!" he then shouted to his foe as he brought his guitar case closer to him, a better stance for defending himself. He didn't want to fall to quickly from...whatever magic this dink might have.
"Now! Come at me, foul knave! That is, if you have the courage to face off against a man of valor, and might!" Daniel taunted, motioning quickly for Sierra to get behind him. He stomped the ground once, twice, three times, and noticeable cracks began to appear near his feet. Of course, he just had to show off a little after such an impressive display from his opponent.
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Post by Lepa on Nov 19, 2019 6:22:19 GMT -8
Sierra wasted no time in scooting behind Daniel, if not keeping a couple paces away; especially when the cracks began to appear beneath him. And when that happened, well... The man would be lying if he didn't have second thoughts. At least this "Big Fellow" seemed receptive to the exchange; in fact, he was far more eager than the man had anticipated. He couldn't back down now.
"You flatter me, human, but I am no simple being of the shadows," He lowered his head gaze further, obscuring his eyes in complete shadow. "Born of the Black River and forged in the Tribe of Demon Fire..." He lifted a hand over his shoulder, grasping at the pole on his back. "I am kin of the Dark Oracle... The Harbinger of Doom..." He raised his head again. His odd colored eye was still glowing. "I am the Dark Prince of the Void!" He grinned. With a dramatic flourish of his own, he pulled out his weapon of choice:
A... stainless steel mop?
"With spear in hand shall I cleanse the fools of this world and bathe them in the Fires of Destruction!" He continued, completely serious in spite of his "weapon." "I am The End of All things, Omega Reload!" He declared, twirling the weighted pole with expertise. He caught it under his arm and assumed a fighting stance of his own.
"For your insolence, Big Fellow," He sneered the nickname with a sarcastic emphasis so hard that it looped it back around to genuine. "You shall pay tribute to the Dark Lord before you... WITH COMBAT!"
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Post by The Izzack on Nov 19, 2019 14:39:33 GMT -8
Okay, this dude didn't charge...that was fine! Daniel had a plan! Technically, he couldn't fight until the other person threw the first punch, so he'd just have to convince this dude, this foul villain to throw the first...to land the first...to jab him with that sick-ass mop of his! Daniel took a moment to appreciate that neither combatant were wielding conventional weapons. "Tribute you shall have! I fight for honor! For glory! Most of all, I FIGHT!" he shouted before dashing at the strange anime man. When the distance had been closed enough, he leaped into the air, using his powers just a tiny bit to get some extra height, so he could do even more flips than he would be able to otherwise. Likewise, he used the weight of his guitar case to even further the fliptitude of his jump. His main goal, of course, was to give some big, flashy, and ultimately easy to dodge move to start off the fight. After all, it just wouldn't do to demand his opponent strike first. Not only would it kill the mood, it would also be rude to underestimate this Omega like that! These thoughts and more went through his head as he flipped. He quickly came to the finale of his theatrics, however, and he brought his case to bear, pointing it at the foul villain below, and letting himself fall with it acting as a spearhead of sorts. Simple to dodge, and, hopefully, simple to counterattack.
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Post by Lepa on Nov 20, 2019 15:40:13 GMT -8
"Tribute you shall have! I fight for honor! For glory! Most of all, I FIGHT!"
Omega smirked again, but not out of malice, no; Daniel's declaration was endearingly reminiscent of his friends. What Omega had called the "Tribe of Demon Fire" was simply his theatrical version of "Ammo Clan," where he and his comrades bonded over their love of fighting. Though they called themselves a gang, they never really picked fights with other ones; the fighting was mostly kept among their own circle. It was rare to meet someone outside of the group who shared an equal amount of enthusiasm for combat, but... well, clearly it wasn't impossible.
Then, oversized case in hand, Daniel jumped.
He jumped high.
...Too high, actually.
Just... how many flips was that?!
Omega couldn't help but grin. Absolutely none of it was necessary, but he loved it. He let out a small "heh," as he braced himself. When Daniel began his dive towards the ground, there was a quick glow of Omega's oddly colored eye. "Fool," he grunted. He leapt backwards upon impact, the guitar case slamming into the concrete. It came with a small, unexpected tremor, but it wasn't quite enough to throw Omega off balance. With a shout, he flung his momentum around, extending it into the heavier side of his mop. It hurled in a horizontal arc as he spun his entire body once.
In the hands of an amateur, being slapped with a mop would hurt no more than having a wet towel thrown at you.
But Omega was no amateur.
"You're wide open, BIG FELLOW!"
With all of the force gathered into the mophead at the height of its momentum, Omega swung his weapon into the now vulnerable Daniel. It struck him with the stings of a flail and the force of what felt like a damn baseball bat. Who knew a mop could have such force?!
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