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| Tweet Topic Started: May 19 2017, 01:41 PM (441 Views) | |
| Flame Ingot | May 19 2017, 01:41 PM Post #1 |
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Flame Ingot, a Chimera Ant of new origin, wandering the continent he was born from, searching for a place to hide from his wannabe entourage of fellow Chimera Ants. Flame's sharp looks and sharper attitude drew in some unwanted attention back at the colony and so the loner left after discovering Nen. A few months over a year later, Flame finds himself in a bustling city known as York Shin City. Not at all quiet, but that meant his presence could 'easily' be blended into the rest of society...that is, if he wasn't so damn huge. His height of ten feet towered over the normal residence of the city, sticking out like a pale thumb among a see of apes, or humans are they like to call themselves. Flame was once human, but only his memory of technology remained. Better than nothing. Now, where am I sleeping tonight? As an unemployed wanderer of the world, aka bum, Flame had nowhere to call home. At least he possessed a smartphone and survival tools to help him out. Up to this point in time, Flame had been staying in the outskirts of villages, towns, and now cities in order to avoid unwanted attention. Like today, Flame only ever walks through a populated area in order to find somewhere to blend in. No luck so far, but at least walking is something to do. Gonna just have to keep walking along this street to get to the other side. I'll camp out in the park and head through the rest of the way tomorrow. Flipping through his smartphone, the GPS indicated the location of a large park nearby. Sleeping there ought to keep him out of sight for at least one night. Concentrating on his smartphone, Flame Ingot simply continued to walk down the street, blissfully ignoring all the stares shooting his way. He was tall, for sure, but not too abnormal to warrant police intervention. As long as nobody noticed his 'feet', Flame would be fine. |
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| Ken's Bitch | May 19 2017, 08:08 PM Post #2 |
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York Shin City was one of Oursa's least favorite places in the world. It wasn't just because it was a huge city, he'd grown accustomed to them in his time. It was simply annoying. From the multitude of prying eyes and seemingly infinite glares, to the ugly words and even uglier people that came Oursa's way, it was just annoying. He hadn't been to the city once in his life without getting into a couple altercations. Tonight however, he was just relaxing. He had recently finished a job in the city, and had left Makuu to play around back at the hotel room he was staying in. He was strolling through the the streets, smoking and sightseeing. A quick piss break found him in a park, relieving himself in a bush. Afterwards he sat on a bench, and watched the various creatures of the park. The birds which sang and flew, both majestic and graceful. The squirrels which climbed the many trees and jumped from them with ease. These wild animals and more amazed him. He always pondered their abilities. It was astounding that they could defy both physics and expectations with ease. These thoughts slowly died out as he dozed off on the bench. He sat back, tilted his hat over his eyes. and slept into the night. |
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| Flame Ingot | May 19 2017, 09:36 PM Post #3 |
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Out of the different things that could've happened along his walk towards the park, police intervention didn't. Thankfully for the easily annoyed flamingo chimera ant, nobody seemed to take issue with Flame's bird feet. Perhaps they looked like fancy house slippers to the unaware public? No telling until someone bothers to ask. Hopefully no one ever will. As long as Flame didn't cause a scene, intentionally or not, he'd be harder to find by his entourage of chimera ants. They really pissed him off the most. Their weak bodies and minds latch onto the first sight of strength, regardless of the danger imposed upon them in doing so. Lucky for them, Flame preferred less violent solutions. In the case of the chimera ants, and his colony in general, Flame just left them in the dust, for now at least. Again, any sort of stir created by The Flamingo's presence would give clues as to his whereabouts and tracks to follow. Anyway, having reached the park just when light started fading from the skies above York Shin City, Flame searched for and discovered a place between some bushes to set up a temporary camp. The spot looked unused by other vagrants and bums, so Flame felt some pride in picking an 'original' location. This location was also far from prying eyes, perfect for taking a piss. Not that Flame felt like taking a piss, just an observation, for the time being. Having set up a discrete camp, the flamingo chimera ant left for a few minutes to try and find some food and water. Flame found a water fountain, but no affordable or otherwise free food in sight. Up to this point, Flame usually hunted for his food like a normal chimera ant. Killing to eat; a fine motto to live by for a chimera ant. Granted, Flame felt the urge to stay away from humans as a dietary supplement. Perhaps his human memories were proving to be more resilient than previously believed. Anyway, returning from the water fountain from which he drank, Flame noticed someone standing by the bushes he set up camp. A young adult human by the looks of it. However, what he was doing by the bushes bothered Flame. Does he see my stuff? Is he gonna steal it!? He better fuckin' not! Thankfully, the scruffy male turned around and walked towards a nearby bench and sat down, seemingly without having taken any of the flamingo chimera ant's stuff. A relief for Flame; confrontation with anybody would likely result in increasing his trail to be found by his unwanted entourage. Flame returned to trying to find food, ignoring the bench-sleeper as he seemed to doze off, unguarded. A dangerous position out in the wild; one must keep hidden when sleeping or set traps to ward off potential threats. Anyway, night fell pretty quickly, resulting in some poor visibility for the flamingo chimera ant. He returned to his campsite, still hungry. The lights in the park were dim, but still bright enough to be able to see the nearby benches and pathways. The bench-sleeper was still around, sleeping...obviously. However, a strange smell emitted from his campsite. Do I smell...piss! That damn bench-warmer took a piss on my campsite! The Flamingo's stomach then began to grumble, odd considering the situation. However, the stomach grumble coupled with an excuse to 'beg' for some free food was too good of an opportunity; Flame would threaten the bench-sleeper with the idea of starting a fight over the pissed upon campsite! The perfect plan; I'm gonna make him feel so guilty that he'll be forced to buy me free food! Granted, he's probably as much of a bum as I am...well, fuck it...I'm gonna try anyway. Walking up to the bench-sleeper, Flame stop short a meter or so from the bench and yelled, "HEY! BENCH-WARMER! YOU MISSED ON MY CAMPSITE!" Flame then waited a couple seconds for the bench-sleeper to wake up. Regardless of whether or not the scruffy male human woke or not, "You better make this up to me with some free food, ya weasel-faced piss pot!" Not the greatest way to make someone feel guilty, but this is all Flame knew. He got a free smartphone and survival kit just from trying to be a modest fellow. His tall presence, so far, was enough to get free stuff from wimpy individuals. Perhaps a little oomph would garner greater rewards! At least that's the logic currently circulating Flame's mind. He stood tall as he delivered his not-so-heartwarming demands to the young adult male who had pissed on the flamingo chimera ant's stuff. His face had a snarl on it while his hands lay still in his pants pockets. If push came to shove, Flame would take off his sunglasses and show the young man his piercing, demonic, flamingo-like eyes! |
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| Ken's Bitch | May 20 2017, 05:17 AM Post #4 |
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Oursa wasn't dreaming or anything, but he was still pissed to be interrupted. Lifting his hat to look at the person in front of him, he was caught a bit of guard. The tall man in front him seemed quite... flamboyant. "...ya weasel-faced piss pot!" Now, Oursa wasn't exactly sure what a piss pot was, and his recent "slaying" of the female population in York Shin City suggested his face sure wasn't "weasel-faced," so he found the shitty insult amusing. Oursa sized the man, looking from his face down to his.. he wasn't wearing shoes. He had... talons? 'Another..fucking...mayjuu...'.Outstretching his arms above his head, he yawned before speaking. "I'm going to pretend that some ugly ass, gigantic, pink-haired, lipstick wearing, flamboyant fuck did not just wake me up and hit me with that elementary school insult." Oursa stood up, and was completely towered over by the mayjuu. He had a cigar already rolled in the front pocket of his flannel. He took it out, and a match from his pants pocket, and sparked it. Inhaling sharply, and slowly exhaling, he spoke once more. "Listen here, mayjuu, I'm no stranger to your kind. I'm not intimidated by you abominations, and I'm sure as hell not pissing on a bum's shit in the bushes. So why don't you go back to squatting in the bushes, and piss off, pal?" Taking one more inhale, he spoke in a much more stern and less joking tone. "Free food? Mate, you're lucky I don't fill your stomach will cold steel." |
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| Flame Ingot | May 20 2017, 06:48 AM Post #5 |
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Shit, this guy's tough. I've never met a human who doesn't give a shit about my height...I almost feel like letting his pissing antics slide. Almost. Having a smartphone was pretty handy for Flame so far. From one of his right pocket, Flame pulled out his smartphone and pointed the camera towards the smoking male in front of him. A strange site on the 'internet' called Readitt is an amusing browse for Flame, but some 'subforums' are just too strange to wrap his head around; one such subforum centers around the concept of 'roasting', but not cooking. On this subforum, 'roasting' entails uploading an image of yourself and literally asking to be insulted by a multitude of strangers. Having pointed the smartphone camera to the smoking male's face, the flamingo chimera ant attempted to capture an image of said smoking male's face. If successful and he wasn't interrupted, Flame would add a caption of 'roast me' and upload an image to the roasting subforum on Readitt. Given enough time, Flame might be able to better understand how to insult the individual in front of him. While attempting to capture the image, Flame chuckled a little at the thought of really insulting this pissing dude, "Phehehe, just ya wait n' see. I'll roast ya nice n' good." Flame would let the roasting sit. Nothing happened instantly on Readitt, but perhaps in a few more minutes something might come up to help churn Flame's creative juices. Anyway, the smoke from the pissing dude's cigarette was also pissing off the tall flamingo chimera ant. His height didn't help distance himself from anything smoked by anyone, and second hand smoking wasn't as much fun as directly smoking. Flame then snarled again as he bent down from his waste, leaned over the smoking dude, put his smartphone back in his right pocket, inched his right hand close enough to flick the cigarette out of the smoker's mouth, and asked, "Do you know what Nen is?" Flame then attempted to flick the cigarette out of the smoker's mouth. If things worked out, Flame would have successfully flicked the smoker's source of smoke right out of his mouth in order to try and prove his superiority. That and Flame didn't like the smoke reaching his nostrils, for obvious reasons. As for the question, Flame didn't feel like leaving a trail of dead bodies behind for his wannabe entourage to sniff out. Using Nen against a non-nen user would be troublesome. Edited by Flame Ingot, May 21 2017, 06:21 PM.
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| Ken's Bitch | May 24 2017, 02:47 PM Post #6 |
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The flamboyant man was now fiddling with his phone. He tapped the screen for a little bit before chuckling. He said something about roasting, but Oursa was still just waking up, and could barely pay any mind to him. Although he was funny looking, the man sure was tall. Oursa just stood, still smoking. He didn't really understand what was going on, or why they were talking at all, but he was sure that it was a damn annoyance. The smoke from his cigar blew straight up towards the man's nose, which Oursa was sure pissed him off. The man's agitation began to show. He leaned towards Oursa, and attempted to flick the cigar out of his mouth. The man was extremely slow compared to Oursa's reflexes however, and Oursa clenched down his teeth on the mouthpiece of his cigar. The flick, instead of knocking the cigar out of Oursa's mouth, ended up ashing it. With a toothy grin, cigar still in clench, Oursa replied. "Much obliged." Then, a strange question was asked of the bounty hunter. He didn't know what Nen was, and had never heard of it before. "If I say I haven't, I assume you'll stay around and tell me all about it?" |
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| Flame Ingot | May 24 2017, 04:44 PM Post #7 |
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Hrrrrrrrrn! Fucker clenched. The pissing dude seemed to clench on his cig to keep it from getting flicked by Flame. All the flicking did was removed the ashes for a nicer smoking experience. Exactly the opposite of Flame's intentions, obviously. All Flame could do now was listen to the infuriating answer of the pissing fellow, metaphorically fuming at the ears and huffing from his nostrils. Many grunts of disapproval left his vocal cords, many. "Fuckin' piss pot! I'll show you what Nen is!" Leaning back and cocking his right fist in an exaggerated fashion, Flame was ready to infuse his first with 99% of his aura! However, he stopped to consider his options; this guy would probably be able to dodge and hit in return. No telling what the piss pot would do if given the opportunity to land a clean hit. The pisser may be bluffing about his knowledge of Nen and getting Flame frustrated enough to do exactly what Flame believes. Though, on second thought, what reason did Flame have to distrust the pisser's words? Flame's aura settled throughout his body again, distrubuting evenly and throughout. The flamingo chimera ant's fist was not longer balled up and he stopped leaning backwards, too. Flame's rage didn't disappear, but said rage was being tempered into rational thought. If this dude doesn't know Nen and I tell him what it is, what would happen? Would he thank me for the enlightenment or would be puff smoke in my face? Fuck! Flame then leaned back over the smoking dude, still towering the human male. Nothing so far had worked and the roasting thread on Readitt probably didn't have a response yet. Granted, expertly dissing this chill pisser wouldn't do anything at this point. The human standing under Flame was stone cold, to say the least. "And here I thought I was cool...hrrrrrrn...tell ya what; I need free food from you in order to make up for the piss you took on my campsite. In return, even though that would make this a legitimate exchange, I'll tell out the wonders of Nen." Before letting the bench-sleeper answer, Flame would back up a meter in order to prepare for a quick demonstration. Through the use of his self-taught Hatsu, Flamingo's Flamenco, Flame conjured the Castanet of Feathers in his right hand. Flame then pointed the castanet slightly above the bench-sleeper's head, subsequently clapping the castanet. A bundle of 100 feathers was conjured just above the smoker's head in an attempt to 'show off' what Nen can do. "Nen can do stuff like this, by the way. Interested in this little deal?" |
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| Ken's Bitch | May 30 2017, 08:17 AM Post #8 |
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Behind all of the god awful insults and attempts to piss Oursa off, the man was extremely amusing. His furious reactions to each of Oursa's rebuttals were nothing short of hilarious. Blowing another fume of smoke towards the man, he became even more heated. The man offered to teach Oursa about that "Nen" again, in exchange for food. Before Oursa could reply with another smart-ass remark, the man clapped a little wooden instrument. What happened next baffled Oursa beyond his understanding. At the man's whim, what appeared to be a multitude of feathers appeared out of the blue. Startled, Oursa pulled his Colt with haste. Pulling the hammer back and aiming it directly at the man's face, he spoke. "You tell me what you did right now. You tell me, or you die. I said before I'd fill you with cold steel. Now... now I'll fill you with hot lead..." |
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| Flame Ingot | May 30 2017, 09:48 AM Post #9 |
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When the feather's appeared, the pissing man's cool facade disappeared. The cool exterior was replaced by a steady hand holding a loaded gun. Flame could barely see the gun being pulled from the smoking man's person. If Flame didn't know any better, he'd have thought the gun was conjured much like the feathers. The tension rose steeply due to the presence of said gun, prompting Flame to get extremely nervous. The flamingo chimera ant had never faced a gun before, so his reaction was inevitable. "HOLY FUCKIN' HELL! Calm down! They're just feathers!" Flame immediately gave up trying to reason with the gun toting pisser and dispatched the castanet and feathers. The aura returned to him, but nothing much was used to begin with. If Flame could sweat, he'd be releasing bullets of liquid waste right now. However, Flame's snarl didn't change, he was still frustrated after all; puffing smoke in his face and pulling a gun on him didn't change the fact Flame's snarl meant disapproval of a situation. Fuckin' hell! WHAT THE FUCK! A GUN!? I gotta improve on my negotiation skills...FUCK! Flame held his hands up next to his head, palms facing the trigger happy piss pot, similar to being arrested by an officer of the law. Flame attempted to put together a coherent argument as to why a 'hot lead' shouldn't be fired from the gun, but nothing good enough came to mind! Nen was dark magic to an outsider, so trying to explain how feathers appeared out of thin air would work just about the same as explaining dark magic to a devout protestant! Then again, a reasonable person might react otherwise. "Alright, I'll tell you about what I just did if you put yer gun away, RIGHT NOW! Erhmm, I mean...please put your gun away...all I did was conjure flamingo feathers by clapping a conjured castanet. I'd appreciate your cooperation and gladly teach ya what Nen is." FUCK! I'm a spineless, literally and metaphorically, COWARD! I didn't think I was THIS uncool in hard situations! Fuckin' piss pot...makin' me nervous. Fuckin' hrn. |
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| Ken's Bitch | Jun 1 2017, 03:18 PM Post #10 |
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Now more heated than the lit end of his cigar, Oursa did not comply with the man's plea. He had just witnessed feathers being summoned out of thin air, and the man expected him to just be normal. He seemed to be in shock that Oursa pulled his weapon, but not as much shock as Oursa himself was in. "How about you don't move an inch, and I'll consider not shooting ya? Any muscles barring your lips moves, you die. Simple as that. I don't know whether that's magic, or cheap parlor tricks, or what... but you'll find my weapon to be very real." With a gaze as cold as the knife on his belt, and a demeanor as serious as can possibly be, Oursa awaited to see what the man would do. Albeit, he was interested in Nen, he wasn't taking any risks. "Now you can tell me about this Nen you speak of, or I can find another practitioner who will. Just know if I have to go looking for another, I'll have no use for you. People I have no use for are discarded." |
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