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Post by Noir on Mar 11, 2017 22:04:26 GMT -6
 - Noir Charcon - “Victory is worth whatever cost it may come at, there is no hell worse than defeat”WORDS: 467 | TAGS: Leif Forester | NOTES: Welcome to attitude city. The sound of metal grinding against metal rang through the training field, the sickening scraping noise coming from a battle that appeared to be raging on in the middle of the grounds. A ring of students surrounded the battle, although they all kept a fair distance with some sort of anticipation shared amongst themselves as to what might happen. Suddenly, on of the two combatants was flung out towards the crowd, battered and bleeding. They had run out of aura, but the fight apparently wasn't over for them just yet. As the student tried desperately to stand up, the crowd around where he landed quickly got out of the way as a shadow loomed over them. A tall student, just shy of seven feet tall, towered over his damaged opponent.
The tall student in question was a freaky looking man, a wild look in his red eyes matched by a sadistic smile filled with fangs. He wore black leather pants and jacket, the jacket opened to reveal his chest. His skin was a ghastly white, so covered in faded burns that it was all just white. His hair was black and reached down to his feet, which was an impressive length especially considering his height.
As this student stood over his wounded opponent, he gave them a punt with his boot which sent them sprawling across the ground in a fashion that could only be described as painful. The older student sneered, and when his stride brought him up to his victim once again, he stooped down and grabbed them by the collar. Wordlessly, he smashed their head down into the ground, the other student gasping in pain. None of the other students who had been watching did anything. Sure, they could all easily overpower the freakish student together no problem, but none wanted him to activate his semblance which had become notorious for its capability to hurt many people at once to great effect.
"And this, you little sh*t, is why you don't f*ck with me!" The senior roared at his defeated opponent, kneeing them in the stomach before tossing them up in the air and using the sole of his foot to slam into their chest on their descent causing them to be launched across the field before hitting the ground roughly, their body in a very serious condition with all the cuts and presumably broken bones they had suffered. A few students rushed over to help them, picking up the unconscious body and leaving for the infirmary. The senior just watched, not a shred of remorse for his actions visable. "Any other idiots think they're hot sh*t?" He bellowed out, his eyes sweeping the other students to see if anyone would dare approach him after he had caused so much damage to another person.
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Post by Leif Forester on Mar 12, 2017 23:45:28 GMT -6
NoirLeif Forester, a bit of a wild card to many, and an oddball to others. An enigma to some, a puzzle to the rest. A walking talking riddle for people to talk to on one day, and a conundrum of frustration the next. Someone who--ENOUGH ANALOGIES--he's someone that a lot of people have a hard time reading. An odd fact for someone who wanted to write a book. Let alone wanting to become a hunter, Leif was just someone strange to all of those around him. It was part of the reason that the freshman still had no declared battle partner. It could also be because of the fact that he was someone that enjoyed poking at people to try and see their emotional response. But still--he didn't let it deter him from trying to take jobs and do some solo work or pig up group tasks. As a Hunter in training, he needed to train more than his knowledge and (lack of) people skills! A hunter had to keep their body in tip top condition and practice sparring against many other students to get a feel for all the different possibilities of what one could encounter out on the field. Granted it wasn't often one fought another person with a semblance, it was mostly grimm, but you have to be prepared for everything! At all times! One hundred and ten percent of your body put into it! You have to grow ten percent more body mass just to accommodate the demand of being a hunter! Every time! Just--okay take a breather and get back on track, Leif heading to the training grounds, weapon in tow as his cane clacked against the ground. As the ash-blonde haired youth approached the training grounds, there was a commotion, along with a few thuds, the clang of metal on metal. You know, the normal stuff you expect from a training area. What wasn't expected was the sound of beeps coming from someone's speech as they attempted to spout expletives, as if they were censored by something for a teen's show. Whoever it was they sounded rather irritated. So Leif approached the grounds with eagerness and found a group carting off someone battered and injured. He continued to walk, turning about to watch them walk away, his back almost bumping up into the gargantuan Noir. "Oh howdy~ Would you believe I didn't see you there? You being all giant and everything. Might have mistook the shade you threw off as a tree." He put his index and middle finger of his left hand to the side of his eyebrow before flicking them off in a sort of scout wave to Noir. Sure he heard rumors about this guy, but how bad could they be? It's not like he was murderous psychopath with a penchant for bludgeoning weaker students to the point of hospitalization--right? "I'm looking for someone to have a bit of a friendly row with you see, and since no one else seems to want to stumble on in here. I was wondering if you would be so kind as to have a bit of a friendly round of fisticuffs with little me?" he asked while taking a few bounds back, making sure to be out of face punching range. (WC: 583) |
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Post by Noir on Mar 13, 2017 12:07:45 GMT -6
- Noir Charcon - “Victory is worth whatever cost it may come at, there is no hell worse than defeat”WORDS: 491 | TAGS: Leif Forester | NOTES: The swears Noir throws around wouldn't be censored in the RP world, it's just how I write them. Noir smirked as he watched how no one seemed to be taking on his challenge, believing they were all just too scared to try which was to some extent true. One person, however, seemed to be making their way in his direction, but they didn't seem to be paying any attention to where they were going. When the boy finally realized where they were standing, they met Noir with what seemed like a fair amount of friendliness. He scoffed when the younger student offered a friendly match between the two of them, Noir assuming that they clearly had no idea who they were talking to.
"Listen here punk," He snapped back, watching them put a little bit of distance between the two of them, "I'm not sure you know exactly who you're talking to, but if you really want to fight that badly then by all means get ready." Noir's tone of voice made it quite clear that he wasn't accepting the bout on friendly terms, some sort of disdain for the notion being quite apparent. However, it was quite clear from his tone of voice that he was instead prepared to beat Leif to a pulp, no questions asked. Noir's blades whirled to life, the spiked belts spinning like chainsaws and the low hum of a motor resonated from them.
Then, without so much as a warning, Noir took it upon himself to start the fight. The senior quickly made a b-line directly to Leif, attempting to close what little distance there was immediately. Noir wasn't one to beat around the bush when it came to fighting, so the moment he was close enough to strike he did so. He swung his blades down hard in a diagonal cross chop, each aiming for one of his opponent's shoulders. This was quickly followed up with a knee aimed to Leif's stomach, a swing with one of his swords to Leif's right side soon after. Next came a swing to his left leg, a toe punt thrown in after aiming for the other leg. When he did his toe punt, a blade popped out of his boot, the hidden weapon coated with a light toxin meant to stiffen his opponent's muscles. All these attacks were made in rapid succession, leaving little if any time between each of them, such was his chosen style of combat.
All the while, Noir held a sadistic grin on his face, truly enjoying the chance to beat down on yet another student who thought they could take him on. Of course, he was being a bit arrogant with his assumption about his opponent's fighting capabilities, but that was just how he was. His teeth which were sharpened into fangs were very clear in his smirk, his red eyes holding a burning lust for combat. It was the domain he felt most comfortable in, and he'd be damned if he was going to hold back in the slightest. Shin of GS + Adox |
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Post by Leif Forester on Mar 15, 2017 21:09:19 GMT -6
Okay so that did not go as expected. With him trying to politely challenge the rumored edgelord of the school he had hoped to strike up a conversation and some friendly banter along with a legitimate outlet for the aggression of Noir, minus the whole hospitalization thing. Instead he just got the dark haired battle frenzied dolt to threaten himself directly and act as if he was all high and mighty. Were this some sort of animation, Leif's eyes would be a set of fuzzy lines and his mouth curled up into the number three as he was a bit off put and attempted to deflect the whole situation with a wave of his hand. Alas this was no animation, and Leif was being accosted! Prepare for strife! "We can't just have a chat like a couple of chaps? No witty banter? Got to get right to the mutilation? Well aren't you just the generic battle jockey?" He accused Noir of loving nothing but battle and having next to no tact. And it was evident by how Noir came at him. The odd weapon being the first thing to catch Leif's eyes. "I don't suppose we could talk this over?!" He blurted out as he skidded backwards, bracing his walking cane against the ground with Noir closing in. Before those blades could come in contact with his body, Leif's cane unfolded, growing in thickness and lane as the shaft extended outwards enough to push Leif further along the ground, just out of the reach of those blades. The end of his weapon grew a brass colored hook that made an abrupt angular turn before turning back in on itself with a pointed tip jutting downwards. Reminiscent of a cartoon raccoon's famous tool for thievery. As he was out of range of the slash, the knee came next. Leif jutted out his left hand, palm slamming into the side of Noir's knee to deflect most of the force though his arm jolted from the initial impact. With the second round of blades incoming, Leif quickly spun his cane around in front of himself like a propellor, deflecting the blades to keep himself from being slashed, "You don't let up do you?" Leif jutted out his left foot to connect with the hidden blade of Noir's kick, though a quick activation of his semblance created a platform of solid light between them, acting as an impromptu shield. "I find that endearing in a berserk battle jockey." Leif stuck his tongue out between his teeth, having stopped the blade from getting to him, Leif shoved off of the platform and through the air, landing on another that formed beneath his feet. Another leap backwards and flipping around, he landed on a platform upside down. His body unaffected by gravity as he knelt down in this position, as high as fifteen feet in the air now. His cane shifted around, the frame changing to one of a cross between a Gewher 46 and a M1 Garand rifle. Noir's person would be assailed with a series of semi-automatic rounds fired from the rifle, Leif loosing a vollet of eight rounds at the edgelord. At this point, Leif hoped to just make it out of this encounter alive, and a teacher to come in and intervene. (10% of Aura deducted for initial activation of Semblance.) (550 words) Noir |
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Post by Noir on Mar 17, 2017 7:09:31 GMT -6
- Noir Charcon - “Victory is worth whatever cost it may come at, there is no hell worse than defeat”WORDS: 577 | TAGS: Leif Forester | NOTES: 90 AP for semblance activation, 85 AP remaining. Noir's face warped into an expression of distaste as his newly acquired opponent commented on his mode of conduct. While he was one who had a taste for battle that was perhaps a bit too strong, he found the term jockey to be rather insulting. He had a strong thought process, he wasn't just a hunk of meat, he just didn't bother letting people in on it. True, that thought process wasn't the most savory and led to more violent behavior, but damn it he wasn't just some oaf stumbling around with drool dripping from his mouth.
"Formalities are a waste of time, when you come across bandits or Grimm in the real world they won't strike up a meaningless chat with their opponent, so why bother with it here?" He retorted, words laced with his ever-growing displeasure with who his opponent ended up being. They were solid at defending, and they seemed to have a pretty interesting semblance. However, they weren't the only one with that second trait. As Leif launched the volley of bullets, Noir spun his own blades in front of his body to keep the bullets away, though a few got past, grazing his sides and shoulders. He wasn't one to block much, but when your opponent is in the air, it's a bit difficult to just hit them. The spinning wasn't just for blocking though, in the time he was spinning his swords they had morphed, taking on a new form. It looked rather similar to the sword mode, but the chains of spikes were inset a bit more, and the handle had changed shape to include a slight bend. And then, grabbing two clips from his open jacket, Noir loaded up his once-swords-now-guns.
"Nice semblance, makes running away easy does it?" Noir sneered, making his opinion on his opponent's use of their semblance to hide away above him known. He wasn't just going to let them hide there though, so with his weapon now in gun mode he opened fire. The rounds flew fast from his gun, the kinetic dust in the bullets making them fly far faster than an average bullet, and with more power as a result. The return volley was a little over twice as large as the one shot at him, Noir unloading twenty bullets upon his opponent, his aim ready to be adjusted to track the movement of his opponent if they decided to dodge.
"Don't think for a moment that hiding away will save you though," He called out, quickly switching out clips to prepare to fire a second volley. Before he got to firing though, a massive column of flame that stretched high into the sky suddenly burst forth. One hundred and eighty feet in diameter, the column was a magnificent white in colour, but the softer looking colour wasn't to be brushed off as something weak. The flames were intense, the most intense that Noir could produce even. Noir's face contorted for a brief moment under the excruciating heat, effort being needed to put in to keep his face from staying twisted from the pain. "Now then punk, let's see how you handle the heat!" Noir's taunt was filled with some sick satisfaction with the situation despite the fact that his semblance didn't protect him from itself, but he felt that his opponent might be struggling a bit more due to the lack of exposure to such burning flames in comparison to Noir.
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Post by Leif Forester on Mar 19, 2017 16:28:21 GMT -6
"Yeah but formalities are common between students who aren't out to kill each other. Which is still against the law mate." He retorted to the elder student in between Noir's own spouting against Leif. He continued to respond to Noir, trying to buy some time as his volley of bullets were mostly blocked, "I prefer to think of it as a tactical advantage!"
Leif jumped off of his platform, pushing himself toward the ground where another platform formed at an angle pointing away from Noir, allowing Leif to leap and skid backwards to avoid the hail of bullets. He was readying himself to try and respond to his opponent's attacks. But that's when something unexpected came forth. A massive column of flame that not only was powerful, but moved so quick that the room was filled with the flames. Wincing at first, Leif was protected by his aura.
Time for a tactical retreat. With the charge of his semblance still activated, Leif formed one underneath his feet that shaped into a wedge and catapulted his body out of the training grounds and into the hallway where some of the flames were lashing outside of it. The whole room was filled with the flames and Leif was busy dusting himself off of little burning embers and hissing at the heat. "Okay, as much fun as that was, I would rather not be flambeed~" Leif kept his distance at this point, slumping back onto his rear with a heavy sigh. He just wanted to try and chat up the Battle Jockey, but now he needed to wait for some bystanders to get a teacher in here to keep himself alive!
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Post by Noir on Mar 23, 2017 10:25:01 GMT -6
- Noir Charcon - “Victory is worth whatever cost it may come at, there is no hell worse than defeat”WORDS: 322 | TAGS: Leif Forester | NOTES: Interesting thing about aura, it protects from actually getting burned but you still feel the heat. "Oh, don't worry, I don't plan on killing you," He retorted in a mocking tone, making it clear that while he may not kill Leif he'd get pretty damn close to if he could keep his hands on the little punk. The moment Leif made his retreat, Noir grimaced in disgust. "Coward! Stop running like a little b*tch and get back here!" He roared out, making way to the halls to give chase. The column of flame moved with him, Noir forever unable to escape his own destructive force unless he turned them off. However, this meant that the flames moved with him into the hall, his eyes scanning the area with an intensity that burned almost as hot as the flames. With his monstrous height he almost didn't see Leif slumped back, but the moment he did, he moved in for the strike.
Seeing as to how low his opponent was, he opened up with a flurry of kicks, the toe blades with their toxin out as well as the spikes on the souls that had a similar coating to them. He aimed some thrust with his swords at Leif as well, unrelenting as he tried to punish the younger student's attempt to run. Many things pissed Noir off a lot, but things that he deemed as cowardly were the most offensive acts to him by far.
"Be a real f*cking man and fight!" He called out amidst his attacks, challenging Leif to continue fighting. "You came to this school to do something right? Then toughen up and don't run from your problems!" If it weren't for the person saying them those words might actually have been something inspirational or a call for Leif to reflect back and think about the reasons he decided to come to Vytal, but as it stood it was just Noir trying to provoke him into not running away so that he could beat him up. Shin of GS + Adox |
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Post by Leif Forester on Mar 25, 2017 19:50:51 GMT -6
"Guerilla warfare friend! Can't fight like a meat shield if you aren't built like one!" Leif gave a dismissive gesture to Noir when his opponent finally came into view and down the hall. Was there a reason Leif kept avoiding Noir? Besides the whole, poison blades thing, the thing with the swords. Or it could be the massive flames coming his way that seemed to move as if alive? Whatever the reason, Leif had to react fast to the world changing around him. That was with the flames of Hell itself coming at him in the package of the edgiest edgelords to ever edge along the edge. Bracing his hands on the ground as if ready to do a handspring backwards, but from under his feet another platform in the shape of a wedge formed! It sprung his feet backwards and overhead. It send him backwards enough, though his hood was sliced up by the rapid kicking, to avoid the majority of Noir's attacks. Landing on the ground with his feet bent into the ground and his left hand's fingers splayed across the flooring, Leif quickly hopped backwards and was back up on his feet. "I came to this school to do more than be a pincushion for some Battle Jockey friend! Besides--the longer I can keep you from hitting me, the more tired you'll get. Wouldn't want to damage the surroundings too much outside of the training grounds either chap." Leif cupped his left thumb under his chin, his index finger pointed straight up over his nose and lips, as if trying to point out and taunt at the same time about Noir's attempts to fight a single person and how much damage he was doing. "Aren't Hunter's supposed to protect the land? Not bugger it all to hell?" Noir |
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