Post by Shannon Newberry on Oct 24, 2014 19:54:21 GMT -5
Bang! A locker was given a fist-shaped dent. "Go on, get outta 'ere, then, ya berk!" Yelled Shannon. Yet another student, who he presumed to be a weapon, ran in terror from him. What was the deal with all these people? Why could no one stand to let him wield them? How was he supposed to become stronger if he could never go kishin hunting?
That French jerk probably already had a weapon, too. It was probably something lame. Like that fancy French blade he used in their spar. Shannon puffed his chest out, a scowl on his face. Surely the reason none of the weapons he had approached could be wielded by him, was that they were also lame. Even... no, especially the giant screwdriver.
Shannon just needed to narrow his search. He needed to find someone who fit the proper criteria. Someone who could get him. And look like a bad-arse when standing beside him. Yes, that. That was of the utmost importance.
The abrasive meister stomped through the hallways, fists clenched tightly and brow furrowed menacingly. He pushed his way past some scrawny wimps as he marched, looking for someone with a certain... Jenny say wha, or whatever that phrase was. Was it French? Stupid fancy French language.
Blue. And black. Black and blue. That caught his attention and distracted him from whatever it was he was just thinking about. Perhaps? Shannon took no moment to give it a second thought, and simply followed his gut. He walked up from behind and placed his right hand upon the shoulder of this bandana'd broad, "oi!"
Post by Sable Yokota on Nov 5, 2014 23:34:08 GMT -5
Sable was not having a very nice day. Here she was forced to go to a school she didn't enjoy while constantly being surrounded by some of the most annoying people she'd ever met. The girl had yet to meet one person she got along with or at the very least could tolerate. She desperately missed her friends from back home, even if she was forbidden from seeing about half of them. But Sable had become used to all that since she had first arrived at Shibusen. No, today there was something specific that had gotten under the girl's skin. Of course it had to do with her "oh so perfect" sister.
Upon waking up today Sable had been greeted with some mail, a postcard to be exact. This was odd considering Sable rarely got any mail. Even back in New York no one ever bothered to write the girl anything. Upon further inspection of the postcard Sable found that it featured a picture of her family all lined up and smiling. The back of the card had a short message detailing all the generic crap one would expect to hear from family after being away for awhile. But this isn't what made Sable so mad. What made her mad was the part about Cilla, her sister. About how she and her partner were turning out to be such a great team and how they were practicing all these advanced techniques. Sable quickly ripped the card in two and threw it away after reading it. All it did was remind her why she hated her sister so much and why she always felt jealous of her.
Sable figured she had been going to Shibusen long enough to find at least once person willing to become her partner. But no, everyone at this school seemed to avoid her like the plague. Either because they were afraid of her or because they just didn't like her rather nasty attitude. Granted Sable wasn't the biggest fan of the school's other students either. Still, she wanted more than anything to find a partner so that she could finally go on her first mission. The girl couldn't wait to fight her first Kishin and taste her first Kishin egg. Then maybe she'd actually start to have fun.
As Sable stood at her locker, gathering her books and sorting through her thoughts, she would suddenly be assaulted out of nowhere by some pink haired English guy with a really thick (and slightly annoying) accent. Without warning, Sable's head jerked right to get a look at this mystery man. She wore a look that was both confused and annoyed. Another one of this school's clowns? "What the hell do you think you're doin'?" She asked in her own slightly annoying accent before forcing Shannon's hand off her shoulder.
Post by Shannon Newberry on Nov 7, 2014 17:27:27 GMT -5
"'Ay! Are ya a weapon?" Shannon asked bluntly. He looked over Sable's face. Yep, certainly looked tough. Yeah! He could really see himself fighting side by side with that mug. He crossed his arms across his chest. A bit small of a figure, but he knew well enough that a smaller stature had its advantages in a fight. She wasn't exactly scrawny, she seemed to have some muscle on her bones. And if she was a weapon, she'd have some other means of defending herself as well. Unless it was some lame sort of partial form, like a peg leg or something.
Shannon let out a relatively subdued chortle, before bursting into a far more hearty laugh. "Yes, yes. Ya got the butcher's of one." He stomped his foot, "Awright, awright! Now, here's the deal, bird. M'name is Shannon, and there ain't any stronger meisters around, got it?" He boasted, "Even on me Jack Jones I wager I could hunt Kishin like ain't nobody's business. But, the thing is they won't be lettin' me take none without a weapon!" He brought his fist up and clenched it, "now, I'd be able to use whatever weapon and still kick arse, ya know? But this bloody school's filled with so many weaklings, they can't even handle me! Or, err, da other way 'round. They can't even be handled by me, they're such wankers!"
Shannon pounded his fist into his left hand, "So here I am all ready fer a fightin' and there ain't no one to keep up!" he pointed at Sable's face, "but you? I 'ave ta ask, are ya a bad enough broad to be my partner?"
Post by Sable Yokota on Nov 11, 2014 23:48:26 GMT -5
Sable was taken back a bit by the boy's question. It just came straight out of nowhere and this guy's thick accent didn't help very much. Was he about to ask what Sable thought he was asking? At first Sable was silent but after a moment she smiled arrogantly and chuckled. "Heh, you're damn right I'm a weapon." The girl boasted while turning her right forearm into a naginata blade. She then held it in front of her chest as if to show it off before reverting her arm back to normal. Sable opened her mouth to say something else but was cut off by Shannon's loud, hearty laugh.
The next minute or two were like a blur. The guy just kept going on and on and it was a little hard for Sable to keep up. Just what kind of accent was this? It sounded British or something but it was so thick the poor girl could barely make out a full sentence. She felt like she got the gist of it though. Like her, Shannon was sick of all the weaklings that attended this school and needed to find a partner that was just as tough as they were. Now if only he could have said that using real words.
Sable's smile grew a little wider. Could this be it? Was this the moment she had been waiting for ever since she discovered her weapon abilities? It certainty seemed like it. Sure this guy talked funny, had weird pink hair, and was honestly a tad annoying but he had flair. Confidence. Sable could see the fire of determination burning in his eyes. She even saw a bit of herself in him. It almost seemed too good to be true. And that is exactly why Sable's smile faded. Sure he seemed toughbut that could easily be an act. Like the old saying went; Actions speak louder than words. Sable decided to take that saying to heart.
She quickly looked around the hallway. It was mostly empty, nearly everyone had either arrived to class by now or was heading there, and the few people that were still around weren't paying any attention to the two. So Sable did the only thing she could think to do; Punch Shannon right in the face or at least try to. How the boy reacted to this would determine whether or not he was actually suitable partner material. Sable honestly hoped he would block it or at least take the hit and shrug it off like a man.
Post by Shannon Newberry on Mar 1, 2015 23:21:12 GMT -5
Shannon lowered his hand, and had a big cheeky grin on his face as he anticipated Sable's response. He was not, however, expecting the fist that came towards his face. He wasn't easy to flinch, though, and his immediate response was to jerk an open palm upward in an attempt to catch the incoming fist.
He whistled, "oi, come on now. Is my mug really so ugly?" He understood what she was getting at. A test, right? Or maybe she really was off put by him. But somehow that doubt didn't creep into Shannon's head. He took a half step back, letting go of the fist he presumably caught. He chuckled to himself. "Ha ha! Ya might be the genuine article after all! You gotta lotta guts, awright."
Shannon clapped his hands. "Well, are ya gonna show me your weapon form or not? I gotta know what I'm dealing with here. Something bladed, I know. But what are you exactly?" He scratched his chin. Fine fuzz on his face, not really noticeable given their faint color. He tried going through his mental index of weaponry. Sword? No, the blade she showed off was too short. Knife? No, no, she showed a whole blade. Weapons only transformed partially, right? When they still had like the rest of their bodies, that is... Spear? Pfft, spears don't have blades, right? They're pointy things. Axe? Maybe?
Needless to say, Shannon was not familiar with many weapons. But he figured it wouldn't be too difficult too fight armed.
Post by Sable Yokota on May 14, 2015 0:17:12 GMT -5
Ah, good. This Shannon guy seemed to be more than just talk. That seemed almost impossible considering how much he'd been blabbering on this entire time. He had a pretty strong grip too, nice and firm. Sable even found herself rubbing her knuckles a bit after Shannon had released her fist. "Not bad, not bad at all." She said nodding to the boy. "I have to say, I expected a lot less but ya ain't half bad." It was true. Shannon had a sort of moxie to him that Sable really liked. She even admired it to some degree.
The boy then asked to see Sable's full weapon form. Not a big surprise. Any meister with a lick of common sense would want to know what their partner turned into. A smirk formed on Sable's face once again before she took a moment to crack her neck. "Alright then. Stand back and prepare to be amazed." The girl didn't doubt for a second that her full naginata form would impress the loud, pink haired boy.
After readying herself Sable concentrated for a moment until her human form popped out of existence to be replaced by a black and blue naginata. "See? Pretty cool huh?" Her voice said, emanating from the weapon's blade. Despite the cool and collected act, Sable breathed a mental sigh of relief. She didn't often use her full weapon form so she was a little rusty. There was another problem too. Only after transforming did she suddenly remember that her spirit would be shown as naked in the blade.
"Gahhh!" Sable let out an embarrassed scream as she desperately tried covering herself up. Sure, Shannon wouldn't be able to see much but that still didn't make it any less worse. "Don't you dare look into the blade, you hear me!?" She called out, her entire face starting to turn red.
Post by Shannon Newberry on May 25, 2015 0:34:59 GMT -5
Shannon grinned a cocky, toothy, sort of grin as Sable complimented him. Sable's own confidence was great to see, too! Shannon was sure they'd get far with their attitude. So long as they could get their first step taken care of. But the blue haired lass was able to transform fully with out a hitch! So that just meant seeing if he could wield her, right?
"Pretty cool, alright!" Shannon responded excitedly. He didn't recognize its form at all though. It was like someone stuck a large knife on a pole or something. Shannon could dig it. Cutting and stabbing at a bit of a distance! How ingenious. Truly, a marvel of engineering. He was about to reach out his hands to grab the weapon, but she cut him off.
"Huh?" He said, confused at her request. Shannon wasn't familiar with some of the details of how Demon Weapons worked. That's what happens when one regularly skips class. And pay little attention on the occasion one does attend. He hadn't particularly paid any attention to Sable's blade, instead having only glanced over her general form. "Yeah, yeah, whatever," he said almost dismissively, attempting to grab the main shaft of the Naginata's form. Didn't need to look into her blade to be able to stab and cut with it, right? Shouldn't be a problem between them.
He was taken aback by the embarrassment in her tone, though. That was unusual from what he had known of her yet. But, Shannon was too distracted by the cool-factor of a giant knife-pole to care too much.
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