The life we chose, the path we walk [TP]

[liengard]

Two years, a full two years. That’s how long it had been since he’d left Cloud permanently. There really was no reason to leave except that he couldn’t stand the place. It was a poor substitute of a home. Sure, he had a mom there, but it still didn’t feel like home. As he walked the streets of the City of Dante, his fox companion followed closely by his side. It was such a desolate place, but at least here, it was less likely that he be found. As a precaution to everything he once knew, he went as far as to change his whole appearance

Flashback two years ago

Standing in a small hotel in the city of Dante, Garr had a bottle of Die in his hand. It was dark brown. He had enough money to stay here for two days. Durring that time, he would complete his look. His hair was cut short enough so that he could put it in dread locks, which he did later that day after dieing it brown. Any distinguishing marks, he removed them or changed them. So, the cross shaped scar on his right cheek, he took a knife and carved over it, creating a large box like design. It bled profusely at first, and afterwards, it took a full day and a half to scab up and a week or two to heal into a different scar shape. During that time, he died his hair brown and locked his hair into dreadlocks. There was no way that anyone would recognize him. Lastly, he burnt all his old clothes from cloud, should he be followed, he wouldn’t want to be identified by his old clothing. Instead, he wore simply drab clothing just like anyone else in the city of Dante.

It was perhaps a risk to do, but he kept his cloud head band with him, only he didn’t where it. It instead stayed tucked deep inside his clothing, where no one could reach it easily, and it would fall out. Should he simply discard it, it was left as evidence that a missing nin had been around. He wasn’t so wild about the Idea.

End flash back


With Gingin at his side, he strode into a local bar. The place in desolation. It was full of rowdy men, some just a bit older than him, though most were in there late twenties and older. He took a seat in the front, at bar tenders table. “An ale on the rocks,” he said, and waited for his drink. He could here voices behind his back. This place was filled with such treachery, but this was the life he'd chosen, the path he would walk, at least for the time being. However, you never knew what life would throw your way.

[liengard]

Sekondo Nen (Second Sense)
Rank: "D", "C", "B", "A", "S"
Skill: TaiJutsu
Effect: The brawler depending on the rank of the technique the user is capable of reacting through subconscious mind against attacks against the user in different manners such as being flanked, and from behind. This technique makes the brawler incapable of being surprise attacked.
Special: ---
Drawback: The user may only learn this technique by the class that they are. This means that in order to learn the "C" Rank version they must be "C" Class, if they wish to learn the "B" Rank version they must be "B" Class.
Description: A technique where the subconscious mind, where the subconscious body reacts just as they are attacked while flanked or while their back is turn. The body reacts in such a way to where they are capable of withstanding so much. This technique makes it where the Brawler is incapable of being surprised attacked, a sudden second sense kicks in as their body screams out to them yelling at them telling them to move, duck, dodge or anything else within that manner. If an opponent comes to a Brawler at a bar, and attacks with a sword, or a club, the brawler gains the urge to dodge to the left, or to the right, where they are capable of reacting before the action is completed. This works on whenever they are being attacked. This technique however has a major flaw. The user is capable of dodging only whenever the opponent's class is equal or lower to that of the rank of the technique they know. This means that a "D" Class user that knows this technique can not use this against an opponent that is "C" Class or higher.
Limit: Must be a Brawler


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Flashback_________________________

Garr glanced about the city of Dante, having just arrived here not too long ago. He was tired, weary, and without an idea of what he would trully do here. No sooner did he arrive. He heard footprints behind him. They were rather loud, and were following him. He could tell that much without even having to stop and listen. He ignored it though. He new to this city, and had no such idea about the types of things that happened around here. In short, he was un informed and had dull senses.


His body would continue to move forward, until it approached a bar. Inside, he could feel eyes upon him, sinister, calculating eyes. He would ignore the odd feeling he was getting as gut began to twist and turn on itself. His body and mind were both working together in the hopes of alerting him to something. What would he do about it though? Nothing. He simply went up the front table in the bar. There were only a few people sitting here at the time. He ordered a bowl of Ramen and continued on his ate it no sooner did it land before him.


Halfway through the middle of his bowl, he'd find his stomach knotting up again. This continued on until a sharp feeling shot through his head, something like an awareness. But of what? There was a sudden whizzing in his ears, like something... being thrown. He would begin to turn his head around, only to find a beer bottle in the air, heading right before him. Before he could have the move, the bottle would smash into the top of his head, shattering itself into numerous pieces. Less than a second later, the force of the bottle's trajectory would force his head forward, toward the counter and into his bowl of half eaten ramen.


Blood began to pour from his head, and his mind began to slip from his counsciousness, still resting in his bowl. He'd only awaken around about an hour later, his body sprawled out on the floor. The blood had stopped, but he had a splitting headache. He got back up, and found that he'd been missing all his Ryo. He should have been more on gaurd in new territory, his mistake.


About ten minutes later, he began to walk outside the bar. He was heading back to his hotel room, where his fox companion was waiting for him. Due to his headache, he left the main path, and turned into an alley to get there quicker. No sooner than he had, the gut feeling returned. He stopped in his tracks for no more than a second before another feeling over took him. Eyes were upon him, many eyes. After a brief moment, his brain startd to go off. It might have been his headache, but last time the feeling took him was right before he'd been hit with that bottle. Taking this as a sign, he whirled around himself.


Immediately, a man was upon him. However, he'd lost the element of surprise. A fight would break out in just a little over a few seconds. This man, likely just a pick pocket, couldn't out power him. Instead, the man would be quickly dealt with, or that's what the original thouhgts on the matter would be. However, nearly 12 seconds into the fight, his nerves would start to go off again. His body was likely just realizing the type of enviornment he was in. It was no place to have one's gaurd down.


His body told him to move out the way, which he did by taking a jump backwards. No sooner did he do this, a club smacked down on the floor from where he was. Heightened senses, or so he was growing into that kind of mind set, allowed him to completely dodge the hit, then come forward to strike the figure in the face that had landed. He was caught completely off gaurd and Garr's puch had knocked him into the other figure, who was already on his last leg combat wise.


The two found themselves temporarily knocked out, and Garr took the curteousy of removing what he could find from the men. To his surprise, the only thing he'd found was the money that' he'd lost earlier. He removed it promptly and left. With a few moments, he was back in the hotel, safe, or so it would appear.

____ End flashback


The bar tender returned promptly with his drink. A moment later though he could another odd feeling. His mind was alerting him of some sort of treachury. The knotting feeling his his stomach told him to move. Without a moments hesitation, he jumped out of his seat in just enough time to dodge another bottle being thrown at him. It crashed down upon the seat where he had been, and he saw a familiar figure facing him.

[Zetsumei]

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[liengard]

Tetsu Tekken (Iron Fist)
Rank: "C"
Skill: TaiJutsu
Effect: A Brawler's true capabilities is within his fists and legs. The Brawler is capable of hitting as if his fists were gauntlets themselves. They say a Brawler's punch is like being smacked by a bull and that is where these power attacks come to play. Those who get hit by a Brawler's Iron Fist feel a knock back effect depending on the user's class.
Special: ---
Drawback: The user is only capable of performing this attack so many times per day depending on how many times the user knows this technique as well as the Class level of the user.
Description: When the user first learns this technique they are capable of performing this technique a total of five times per day as well as any other technique that is in conjunction of the Iron Fist. Every time this technique is learned the user is capable of performing this technique as well other techniques into conjunction one more time. This means that if a user learns this technique twice they are capable of performing this technique a total of six times. Depending on how well and how strong the user is by Class, the user is capable of performing the technique with devastating power. The higher the class is the more devastating the attack will be creating a more sufficient way of breaking one's bones.
D Class - Five Meters Knock back
C Class - Fifteen Meters Knock back
B Class - Twenty Five Meters Knock back - 10% Chance Bones may Break
A Class - Forty Meters Knock back - 30% Chance Bones may Break
S Class - Sixty Meters Knock back - 50% Chance Bones may Break

Limit: Must be a Brawler


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Eying the man before him, couldn’t help but see an uncanny resemblance to someone he despised so thoroughly. His snug expression would only be a catalyst for his bad mood. He observed the man from his posture sitting down where he was. He’d definitely thrown the bottle that was designed to likely kill a few brain cells in the process of giving him a concussion. Three more men also sat at the same table as the man. His narrowed beady and crooked teeth. He was a small time leader of a group of thugs who thought they owned the place. Of course, Garr couldn’t agree less with them if he wanted to. One of the other guys at his at table would rise and began to turn to his direction. He could already feel the intent oozing off this man. He wanted to gloat and pester him. Garr waited patiently and counted the number seconds passing as the man approached. One… two… if he got to three and the man got close to him, he might consider striking him, as a safety precaution. Three… the man stopped dead centered in front of Garr’s view, blocking off his immediate eyesight as he was about. He counted another three seconds for the man to leave. That time passed with the figure still standing in front of him. Suddenly, the fist of Garr that had been holding on to his seat suddenly pulled off and slammed into the guys face. The moments leading up to his previous strength played over in his head.

Flashback_____

Garr stepped into the door to the hotel to immediately come to face with about five figures. None of them actually had weapons, but the fact that they were here meant nothing good for him. Two seconds after the door had opened, one of these men would lung forward at him. His only thoughts would be to deal with the immediate possible harm to himself. Unfortunately, he had no weapons. He never really had. His gut reaction would be to punch at the man with all his strength. Left hand still on the knob, the right would lunge forward and aim at his face. The punch was sudden and not very well powered. As a result, the sudden motion would strike the man in the face and only stop him in his tracks. His body would plummet to a drop at his feet, the man in pain, but no where near enough to stop him from fighting. He estimated about two or three seconds until he’d be drawn to fight the man again.


In the meanwhile, two more figure would approach him at the same time. He was truly outnumbered here with no weapons, and no true means of combat. Just what would he do? The only thing a sensible person would do is run at this point. After all, he was only in hotel lobby. How much of a fight could he really have, outnumbered in such a small place? Well, he chose to keep going, sense everything he owned at this time was in the room up stairs. This included his fox companion. Making a quick leap over the first man, he’d lunge into the man on the left, knocking him to the floor. The man that had been on the right would have grabbed him from behind and put him into a headlock. Before that headlock would form though, the man that had been on the left would rise up, attempting to strike Garr. The left hand would lunge forward and strike into his exposed face. Desperation would call up some more bit of strength he didn’t use previously. As a result, Garr’s would cause the man to stumble backward another five meter before he tripped over a table and fell over.


This left two more men un accounted for. These two would have been standing about ten meters away dead ahead. They’d begin moving forward at an annoying space. Garr would break free of the headlock before it could immobilize him and nearly throw the man holding him into the other two. Another odd feeling would come over him as his second sense would activate. Instinctively, he did a turning punch behind him, remembering the man that had falling just a few seconds ago. The added momentum would turn his punch into some form of destructive weapon, propelling the man out the door and into the streets. In all actuality, the man had only flown about five meters from his feet, but it seemed like more sense he flew down a small flight of stairs.


His punch had just grown a bit stronger than normally, but he’d yet to commit himself to the act. However, he glanced about. Five men against him didn’t seem like fair odds. And, the last punch hurt his hand like hell. He turned to the remaining four men inside the hotel lobby. There was no way he’d win half-assing himself like this. He needed to commit to their defeat, though he didn’t know their motives at the time. Casting all doubts aside, he rushed forward. One of the four were still standing and had yet to be struck. The other had actually been knocked over as the man he’d thrown collided with him. Thinking quickly, the throw his fist forward aiming for the man’s face. This would be blocked, but a few punches with his left would strike the man dead on in the stomach. Once the man bowed over in pain, he’d strike him harder in the face. The punch would propel him from his feet into the nearby wall, once again, less than five meters away. He’d survey the area continuously while adrenaline continued to pump into his veins.


End flashback


The man he’d stuck in the bar would turn his head away as the force of his punch would knock him away. Garr would watch with a look of satisfaction as he watched what occurred with an almost slow motion tack of it all. The body would rise clear off the floor, head force to be the furthest point from him. His body would move through the air, passing over a table to land on a chair. The chair would break under the man’s weight. The rest of the group that had been sitting would rise and begin to make it’s way to him. Truly, did it always have to come to this when he met these guys? It always seemed too. He flexed his hand tentatively. It had been a while sense he’d stricken anyone. He supposed he’d have to get into the swing of things again. Things had been rather peaceful for a while anyway.

[Arashi Zetsumei]

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[liengard]

10/20


His eyes would continue to glare at the men before him, the remaining two atleast. He was in no mood, but he’d always seemed to come in contact with individuals here like this. It was all because of that night. He’d made it clear to them that night just what he thought about them, but they continued. He was just lucky to have avoided them for any recent length of time. He watched with growing concern as they simply began to approach him. Suddenly, one of them would move forward to strike at him. The punch would be caught in his left hand. Immediately afterward, he’d arch his right hand backward, cupped into a fist and slam it into the man’s face. The punch would connect fiercely, striking him as if it were a blunt mace or something. Garr would feel nothing on his own hand as the man flew backward fifteen meters. His body would pass by the remaining man, landing on top of a table.


“Now, we’ve been through this before. Must we do so at each meeting the light of day grace us with? Matoko, haven’t thrashed you and your flunkies enough to gain an once of peace? All you need to do is leave me alone.” Brief pauses in his speech would indicate emphasis on the next word spoken. To think, three years now, and he still couldn’t get this lowly thug to accept the fact that he could fight, he was strong, but he wouldn’t join his petty crime syndicate.


“Listen you, no one says no to me. Anything I want that I can’t have, I destroy. That includes you.” the remaining man spoke. His steps would being him closer to Garr, and he’d get ready to move again.


Flashback________________

Adrenaline continued to pump through Garrs veins, heightening his perception of things. Of the five men, there might be only one who could be knocked out. That was the one who’d just been knocked out the door. The two to have collapsed atop each other would have began to rise. Before that though, the one man who had stumbled over the table was already back up. Concentrating on the inner workings of his body, the muscles in his right are would bundle up and become hard, like iron. A quick rush would propel him to the man in a little over to seconds. He seemed to still be gathering himself from the fall. Before he could attempt to make progress toward him, he caught him in the side of his cheek with a placed punch. His full force would unleash itself on the man and he’d immediately be lifted from his feet and flung into the wall nearby.


His strikes were getting much better, something he’d enjoy, if it were under different circumstances. Instead, here, he’d be fighting for what could be his life. At last, he find himself overwhelmed as three of these men would come at him once. He threw a single punch at one of them, which would be blocked. Next, he’d be held by two of them while the other continuously jab him in the stomach. Activating his chaos, the pain would quickly die away, giving him the time to toss the man on his right off for a moment. With only seconds left to his temporary freedom, he slugged his attacker on his left hand off. Immediately, he’d turn to hit the man he’d just shaken with the now free left hand. Both men would fly backward several meters away. One man would imprint into the wall, cracking it a bit. The other would hit a window and continue to soar outward a few more feet as the glass shattered.

He was really getting into this at this point. It’s not to say that he enjoyed being put in this situation, however, the fight was rather intoxicating in a way. At last, there was but one man left before him. He’d strike with such force that Garr would be thrown from his feet and sail into the air for a moment. His head would crack into the stone wall being him, something that would cripple most men, at least for a while. He apparently thought he’d won, casue he began to talk. “Listen new comer, we’re the welcoming mat. Fight me, or dante will be the most miserable place in the world for you. You’d best remember the name Matoko.”

However, this man had no idea what Garr was capable of. His body would pull itself from the wall and be on him in an instant. Garr’s ful body would be thrown into a punch of other wise epic proportions. And it had caught him completely off guard. His body would move backward with enough force to crack through the wall, accept that it was stone. Things would take a bad turn immediately after this though. The other four men would quickly surround him and pummel on him. He couldn’t shake the four of them even with his chaos. He continue to fight back until it wore off. Immediately, he’d feel his body give out and pain recoil deep within.

End Flashback________________


Before Garr could voice a reply, and hand would lunge out at Matoka, crashing into his jaw. Simple enough, the conversation always came down to the same point. Garr wouldn’t have it. His punch would dislocate the top and bottom hinges just before he said backward and out the small bar. He was done talking to this man. Nothing would ever come for it. Flexing his hand again, he stare out the door that Matoka had just been knocked thorugh. It was a good ten or so meters, nearly fifteen. His hand had felt nothing but the joyous sensation one gets with flesh and bone clash. He still had.

[hotaru]

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