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Played by Gungnir
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Post by Gungnir D. Sinn on Dec 25, 2017 18:57:06 GMT -5
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Yeah...My old man swears by our family name that he seent' it with his own good eye back in his prime as a Pirate Cook. The Spear of Midnight Black! Thing was right out of myths and legends, striking terror in the hearts of even bold die-hards. But...as his story goes on, he speaks of how it's last owner was a fool, overconfident prick with barnacle between his ears...He was struck down in battle, his weapon broken in the process. It's said he wasn't buried, his weapon left in shambles beside his corpse. Surely though, someone took the remains of such a tool of war, I mean right? The old man says no one has put it back together though, so who knows Gungnir, best of luck however things play out for ya' mate. Gotta' get back to give the old man his medicine, which this tip payoff is gonna' help me get, thanks again old frand'!Taking time to process Bolgo's long winded reply, Gungnir would find himself nonetheless still slightly dazed as his old friend gave his goodbye in the same go as he did his introduction. Watching the skeleton thin man shakily exit the tavern Gungnir would take another few slugs of his thick black frothy pint beverage. Wiping his sleeve across his wet foamy lips while his free hand grabbed a wad of cash, slamming it on the table as he mirrored the action with his finished drink. Kicking his chair out from under/behind himself, the goth-esque looking Bounty Hunter would then also make his leave of the establishment, his tattooed eyes glancing about the place to ensure no wandering gazes wandered toward or away from him.
Tough Island
We have seen an old man...one of those long-leg fookers' y'now the type, taller than a two story home, lanky as all get out, he's got some cool lookin' pitch black colored staff, at least I think it's a staff, could be a cane...He's a rare sight though, slips in and out of forest and mountains, which is so fookin' thick we can't make any progress on clearing out, traversing it is too hazardous, your lil' ass is better off not trying, you'll break your damn legs if not your neck!Lazily dragging his left thumb from his eyebrow, over his eyelids, and to his cheek, he'd hold it, his lower eyelid pulled down in the process as he still remained seemingly bored. Yeah, yeah, blahhh, I'mma big boy, gramps, I got this. And if you tell anyone else about what you've seen, or that I was here, I'll be back here and burn your entire farm and crops to ash on the ground.Turning on his heel and leaving the farmer's main house he'd wave his hand from over his shoulder, half heartily giving his goodbye. Pausing at their doorstep however Gungnir would glare up at the thick forest that stretched even up along the side of two massive mountains in the distance. The trek alone was going to be a pain in the ass, but what about what was within said living Hell alogn the way?
NOTES; Spear of Midnight Black MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0 |
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aka Banefire
Played by Gungnir
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Post by Gungnir D. Sinn on Dec 28, 2017 10:27:31 GMT -5
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Gasping for air Gungnir would finally take another pause in his long winded trek through a forest up the side of a mountain, literally. His clothes were dirtied, torn, some of his flesh rendered and bleeding here and there. His ankles roared with an aching soreness, his wrists the same while his arms felt heavy. Though the climate was cold, chilly even, his body felt warm, not only from his Devil Fruit power, but due to the action he had been putting his body through. The path behind him for miles was dotted about with fallen Dire Wolves, singed or outright / still burning trees, giant wild felines, you name it, but no "Long-Legged Freak with a Pole".
Groaning before squatting down, resting his back in the process, he'd sit in place, arms draping over his knees as he glanced about, seeking to calm his breath. Letting his forehead fall foreword and against his arms he'd let out a loud sigh, unworried about his surroundings he could take a solid break. Or so he thought.
As soon as he had obtained another "wind" and was beginning to rise back up to his full height he'd feel a cracking pain against the side of his skull. The tattooed man could have sworn that he heard the dull sound of whatever hit him in the head, but regardless he was sent flying as his eyes rolled into the back of his head. Crashing through a few tree canopies before he began to bounce and slide through the forest floor, finally coming to a halt at the base of a tree he wrapped around unconsciously, his stomach pressed against the base itself. If anyone had been there to witness it other than his attacker it would have been a sight for the ages, one of the funny long distance stumbles down a mountainside.
However this was not funny for Gungnir for the man now had an every so slightly fracture skull, on the left side, which upon waking would plague him with a searing pain and prone to concussions if he hadn't received one already.
NOTES; Spear of Midnight Black MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0 |
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aka Banefire
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Post by Gungnir D. Sinn on Dec 31, 2017 23:16:31 GMT -5
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The buzzing didn't leave his ears for quite some time after he began to stir, the heat on the side of his head causing him to poke and prod it with his left hand. The searing pain repeatedly jabbing him in his senses in the process, yet dulled slightly as he ran his hand along the gash on the side of his head. Bringing his now bloodied hand to his lips he'd proceed to run his tongue over his lips while grabbing at his neck, chuckling as the shaking finally left his posture. Slowly glancing about he'd find no sight of his attacker, until he turned to his left, a massive lanky presence just feet away from him, a black pole in their grasp.
Exhausted. Bloodied. Beaten. But not nearly broken, enough at least.
Gungnir would stand his ground, sneering in defiant delight, prepared to speak before a ghastly, yet deep toned voice came booming out from the man, or whatever it was, that had assaulted him so brutally.
You come here....You've come here for something, but you have no idea what it truly entails...You come here, an impostor of your true self, for you know nothing. You fight, but you fight without care, save for the lust itself and yet even then you are dulled. Boy, you come here misguided. But you will leave the wiser, dedicate yourself to calculation, or give in to your heart's intent. This muddled version of both will do you no good, stay on your present path of growth and you're just delaying the inevitable. Grow, and evolve to survive, or just pretend until your doom....
Rolling his tongue over his teeth he'd end the act by clicking the tip of his tongue off of the roof of his mouth, spitting toward the ground as he raised his tired hands, shrugging his shoulders in the process.
Yeah, yeah, I don't need some long-leg lunatic to tell me that, I'm not a fuckin' idiot out here in the woods looking for some self realization quest. So take your backwards riddles and shove em' afro-man, cause you're toast!
All the while the man before him had began to speak and throughout Gungnir's own tirade, Gungnir would tap into the well of his Devil Fruit's power, beginning to heat up his surroundings. The blood spilling from his wounds slowly, but surely igniting into flaming streams that laces his body here and there. Meanwhile the air itself in the immediate area became hot and heavy, visibly blurring as things heated up. The exact moment the tall figure before him took a half step back, Gungnir would launch an attack. If there was ever any give in an opponent, he knew it was then to attack true.
Feinting a left jab toward their stomach he'd miss, but cause them to take another step backward, his real goal, while his right hand flared to life not unlike a flaming mit. Clenching his hand into a fist as his arm drew back, he'd unload a single right uppercut, but fueling it with his Mera Mera Fruit power, a funnel of flames spiraling outward and upward from his thrown punch. Slamming into the bottom of Gungnir's target's chin they'd be taken clear off of their feet and into the air, their beard and afro catching fire the same moment a loud pop could be heard.
Gungnir had hit the man with an attack with such force and at an angle that caused his neck to "break" or rather pop loose, spine and skull separating in a violent motion. This would lead to the tall man to slowly, at first, but then quickly hit the ground like a sack of potatoes. Yet, standing/in the ground slightly stood the eerily black staff the man had been using.
Taking a heavy breath inward Gungnir would stumble forward, ending his Heat Wave technique as he shakily reached out, latching onto the staff. Expecting to take it with him as he fell forward to the ground, he'd be taken back as it remained unmoved, even with his weight pressed against it. After a few struggling moments Gungnir would manage to right himself upward, holding the staff still in his left hand as he glared at it in wonder.
Just what was the true secret behind the Spear of Midnight Black?
And what power remained in the staff itself? None that he could draw on presently.
Making his way back down through the woods and toward the old farm he had visited, it would be there he'd seek rest and care before heading out and away from the island, he had found the first part of the tool of war he sought to have reforged.
NOTES; Spear of Midnight Black MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0 |
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