Dreadnought of the Gods - Her calling? [E]

[Celaena Kamyuja]

Maneuver into the obscure.

An opening scene Silent upon the grass, Vasha had gazed to her right and then to her left in the light rain like Ophelia waiting for a flood. Dressed in the appearance of a casual school girl, an appalling short green pleated skirt and a dark blue-green coat covering her white blouse, she stood waiting for a sign. She had left her village seeking for an adventure. But now she was emotionally lost. What now? What to do with this life? Her silver hair streaming in the wind blowing in from the west, she held her regular butt bag in her hand and watched the distant thunderstorm roll toward her village. Lightning crackled inside the purple and black clouds and she could feel the electricity teasing along her skin even at this distance. The sensation made her shiver involuntarily and she stared a moment longer. She didn’t like portents or drama. They complicated her already complex life and this once felt like it was somehow going to be a royal pain in the ass. Vasha sighed and crouched, peering into her open butt bag and pulled out her two Gauntlets before applying them to her fists. Taking one last look into her butt bag to make sure she was insured that she had weapons on her side just in case the devil wanted to dance with her, her fingers brushed the weapons inside their slots recounting them to make sure she hadn’t lost any on her trek here. And once the total had been accurate, she would close the flap of her butt bag and mentally think over her attire. Organize conveniently inside the sack are her one sets of Binoculars which house condition viewing, night-vision, thermal vision, x-ray vision and zooming vision with the limit of twenty meters. In another opening inside of the same pack are her [x77] seventy-seven darts, [x77] seventy-seven hira-shuriken, and [x64] sixty-four caltrops. Her butt bag was full, and easy drawn together for quick access. Vasha fixed her stance and fixed her butt back to her right buttock before touching her tantō case which rested snuggly between her flesh and the waistband of her skirt. Wrapping her fingers around the Tsuka or hilt with her right hand, and with her left, her fingers wrapped and held the Saya or scabbard, she pulled against gravity and the blades collar showed before the blade itself gleamed. Her thumb pressed against the cutting edge to test the sharpness. It was perfect. Pressing the blade back into its scabbard, she licked her thumb to clear it away of blood before checking her Mateki flute which rode inside her coat pocket. In the gloom of the oncoming storm she could only see shadows of which the rain blurred. She closed her eyes to enjoy the cool drops; when she opened them, the feral sluts of liquid blood orbs had become the definition of lavender, the first stage of chaos. Through the twilight she could see the grey and black tones of animals hiding in the long grass. Saliva pooled on her tongue at the taste of what the hunt brings. And before she had the change to take hunt, lightning flashed…

'To discover oneself is harsh.
Whoever said otherwise is fair game!'

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The Attire
OOC: JiMmIyZ - Hel

Two Gauntlets

Tantō

In Butt Bag:

• Binocular x1
  
  • Condition Viewing
    
  • Night-Vision Vision
    
  • Thermal Vision
    
  • X-Ray Vision
    
  • Zooming Vision x20m
    

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[/li][li]Shuriken-Hira x77
[/li][li] Caltrops (Overview) x64
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[JiMmIyZ - Hel]

Meeting God

As the lightning in the heavens above, in a sheen of bright light a bearded man with short brown hair adorning a golden helm would sink toward the earth in a controlled manner and land nearby to reveal himself to the silver haired Kamyuja, Akivasha. Wearing only a yellow battle skirt with thick green trimming held to his body by a large strap beginning and ending at his right hip and wrapping over his left shoulder, his physique was incredible. Standing well over ten feet in height his frame was enriched with overly large muscles with popping thick veins. As he stood in place chains would seemingly apparate from thin air and restrain him, wrapping around his torso tightly as brown leather bindings appeared around his legs. Lurching over Akivasha's form he would begin to speak with the girl with a deep and booming voice unlike any she would have heard before. "You, Akivasha Kamyuja, have been chosen to act as my Champion. You will represent me in a tournament, a tournament held to decide who the King of Gods will be. Fight for me Champion! Fight for me and Earn my crown."

He beamed with pride, a lengthy smile upon his lips. He may not have gotten his first choice but this girl was powerful, she would no doubt be an adaquate replacement for the less than helpful Hitomi. Surely, this Akivasha, would bring him victory and he would see his beloved again. All roads lead to Yarae.

[Celaena Kamyuja]

Maneuver into the obscure.

What the WHAT?! When there’s nothing left to burn, you have to set yourself on fire. Well that was what Vasha thought as she was hindered by this alarming animal. One minute she had her game face on, her lavender eyes had caught a wild rabbit, next came the lightning and after that the … man? Is it safe to say that he was even a man? She felt her body lock as she crooked her head to gaze up, far up into the tempest. The most ugliest creature had showed up out of the blue and he was a monster. Exposed mid-section with the most astonishing muscles ever, however when she saw the veins, she thought over kill , and was completely put off. The female opened her mouth, then shut it once more. He's a big bastard. Barbaric. An illusion? And afterward she felt it. She stepped back as chains showed up out of nowhere and shrouded him with its weight. Amazing. Startling. What the fuck is going on?! She stilled and laid her hands on her hips. Glaring when she ought to be assaulting, yet on the other hand she had brains. She wasn't suicidal. Was she? She wasn't arranged for what came next. Her burning tensed muscles would all of a sudden feel like boiling liquid. The man bent over, excessively close and afterward he … spoke? The Kamyuja was compelled to brace her hand over her ears as the male boom blasted her, and being as close to him as she was, she thought for a brief moment that he was a Kamyuja too. But what he needed to say made her think in an unexpected way. Two words rung a bell and came to her mind like a raging bull. Single word "no" was something she needed to say, additionally "who the fuck do you think you are" likewise sat upon her tongue. Could this be a sign? What he is asking of is narrow minded however… Eh what the- When the ringing cleared from her eardrums, she discharged a single word and one word only: "Sure" .

'To discover oneself is harsh.
Whoever said otherwise is fair game!'

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[JiMmIyZ - Hel]

Meeting God

The giant man began to beam with joy. "Excellent, excellent!" he boomed with glee as he began to take flight into the clouds again. "Fortune will smile upon us my child, I'm sure!" As he disappeared into the sky the clouds would soon part, the storm halting for a brief moment, and the image of a giant ship would appear soaring through the air before a loud booming voice could be heard. "Human, chosen as acolyte of the God Ombus, God of strength, giver of strength. I am Naeyar, God Of Messages. Do you accept this offer or do you pass?" The ship sailed through the air as if it were water, pushed along by giant white sails that caught the gusts of wind from above, and two smaller flags by the side of the ship pushed by artificial wind two two large turbines. Crafted from the finest timber it looked as though the lacquer finish had been polished for months to create such a sheen. With a stylized, solid gold bulbous bow reinforcing the a long pike protruding from the ships bow it looked as though it was literally cutting the clouds as it sailed through them like an ocean of fluffy white.

If Vash would accept the offer she'd find herself instantly teleported aboard. The ship looked giant from the ground but up close, it was so much more. It stretched for miles upon miles, it was as if were made for a crew of giants, and in actuality, it was. Off in the distance, such a long way away, Vash would spy a man steering the ship. It would be at the very edge of her sight but she would be able to see this man was wearing a white battle dress with golden trimming held up by brown leather suspenders. Atop his head was a roman helm crafted of gold, moulded to make it look as though the helm had sprouted wings and fitted with a Mohawk of unicorn mane. This was the Mystic Golden Helm of Divine Kings, a helm forged with the stolen horde of the great dragon Kovinth, Destroyer Of Men, by dwarves who sacrificed it to Naeyar in a great time of need. This helm acts as a ward against mind affecting ailments and help the wearer keep a sense of right while demeaning the wrong. Upon his feet were sandals crafted with leather and trimmed with gold. These were the 'Feet of Blessed Justice' a gift from the Goddess Sopuna, she had awarded it to him days after completing the sprint across the world. These boots double a the wearers speed allowing them to run both faster and for a longer time. Finally he wore upon his wrists leather bracers, the Champion's Bracers of the Prodigy. These bracers were a gift from his brother Ombus, youngest of the three. They increase the wearers strength by triple and were gifted to Naeyar amidst the boasting of Ombus who claimed to have no need for them.

The man was gripping the wheel and holding it tightly. If the Kamyuja dared close the gap she would find he was further away than once thought. As she'd draw closer and closer to the helmsman she would find that he was a giant of a man, standing over one-hundred meters tall. Resting upon a frame by his side was a staff, the magical staff 'Dragon's Cane.' Carved from the bones of Mesanth The Mysterious One, it was fitted with a great jewel but upon the fitting the bones of Mesanth began to twist and turn to bronze and silver. Soon the images of serpents grew from the staff and accosted the jewel as if the dragons greed had surpassed the realms of life and death yet they froze before reaching it as the jewel began to glow blue. It created a shield of wings to protect itself and the serpents were halted in their advance. Some say the soul of Mesanth now lives within the jewel yet none have been able to communicate with it to confirm this theory. Other venture that the jewel was by chance the lost 'Eye of Mivtix', Goddess Of Jealousy. A lost treasure of the first wife of Hatuna, Goddess Of Thunder, which she crafted herself by tearing out her left eye and bathing it the waters of Masra, Goddess Of Truth. She used it to spy on Hatuna whilst she was away, driven mad by jealousy and paranoia, the Eye was capable of peering every corner of the universe.

The trip would be short and the girl would arrive at the location in the Land of wind in a mere moment, arriving at the great but forgotten Colosseum that once housed a great battle between shinobi.

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[Celaena Kamyuja]

Maneuver into the obscure.

Exit Well that was … intriguing. The Kamyuja watched as the huge man levitated once more and the storm which had caught her attention before it had parted slightly. 'Such odd climate' yet that thinking was fleeting as after a very short time, she would see a boat flying in the interior of the sky. What had I gotten myself into? She thought abruptly, thinking about whether she had committed an error. A calling? Perhaps she was suicidal after all. In any case, by then she had settled on her choice, notwithstanding when she thought the man's proposition narrow minded and strange. In any case, on the off chance that she didn't acknowledged like she had, she would spend her life thinking what if.. at any rate at the present minute she couldn't have cared less. But this could be a misstep. She shook her head. Too late. Before the Kamyuja drew near the flying watercraft, another voice tended to her. In any case, the sound was so boisterous, much the same as the man some time recently, Vasha was compelled to attach her hands over her ears afresh, yet that was miserable for regardless she heard everything. After she recouped, she gestured once and raise her chin unhesitatingly. "I had acknowledged the proposition as of now. I will go to the competition in that abnormal man's name." Vasha had said with a reasonable tone, and generally as she was going to approach the boat itself, she wound up upon it as if by magic. No stroll by any means. As her feet touched the deck, her eyes would extend to the moment that they undermined to drop out of their attachments. The boat was vast to the point that she couldn't trust it was fit for cruising. Reminded her truth be told that pixie dust had made it suspend, additionally made it great. In spite of the fact that interest improved of her, she started to ponder the vessel and recognized an inconceivably extensive man driving the boat. In any case, she doesn't approach him, rather she moves toward the side of the boat and leans over the edge to watch the ground underneath her. Her stomach hops and she feels somewhat nauseous, however as much as in this way, she making the most of her minute in time in flying. However, she held her stomach as she felt the elevation change and plunge. What's more, she wound up grimacing when she understood this boat moved so quick it had felt like minutes. Had the competition been positioned close to waterfall? She studied her surroundings as the sand comes into her line of vision and understand this was not waterfall at all. She was in another nation. However which nation would it say it was? The boat docked and she deliberately ventured off the boat and into another region… And the minute her feet hit the ground, she understood that the last time she saw her home village might just be the last time. Shit! I'm way over my head...

'To discover oneself is harsh.
Whoever said otherwise is fair game!'

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