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Post  Shorito Taishoku Thu Feb 14, 2013 5:37 am

My current teacher felt I had enough training in dojos and comfortable environments, and instead decided that I should practice in someplace a bit more hostile. Considering that hot climates had never been my favorite regions when traveling, and that there wasn't a cloud in the sky, needless to say I was drenched in sweat as I worked with my heavy nodachi, breathing hard as I finally sheathed it and sat down with my canteen.
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Post  Che Thu Feb 21, 2013 4:39 pm

A moderately armed A.D.N. Convoy was kicking up dust in the distance. Three troop transport trucks, each filled with a crew of 8 stored in the back with an extra man driving the vehicle. Sergeant Major Che Chachamaru was in the middle vehicle that was tearing up the heavily beaten and sandy road. She was riding 'shotgun', beside the driver inside the heavy and swaying vehicle. The half cyborg-half Elven woman stares at a clipboard detailing her new mission specs. Instead of being transferred to deal with monsters aboard a Casino Resort, or to be sent on a mission to enforce the law on her Island hometown, she was being sent to Beijio City to lead the ADN Delta team and to provide relief to the panic stricken city that was looking more than ever like a war zone. She feels sick to her stomach, she never acquired the skill of 'reading in moving vehicles' and she knew it. However, due to her haste in being transferred to Relief Detail in Beijio, she was not formerly briefed on her mission. "Stop...STOP!" she orders, narrowing her beautiful slitted eyes. The transport stops, and with it so does the other two. "I'm going to--URK!" She has a hand covering her mouth, her cheeks puffing out and she was blushing a bluish-green. She kicks open the door, dropping the briefing files and sending them flying every where before running out into the dunes where she 'relieved' her stomach of it's contents...twice.

The woman pants heavily, taking out a handkerchief with one metallic hand before wiping her mouth with it. She felt embarrassed; here she was leading her first team in MONTHS after being tossed around the Ithteca Army Base for assault charges after leading her previous 'op', and now she's up chucking in front of her new unit. Talk about being unprofessional, bringing it back to her head again she had being briefing herself for the mission in question en route to the drop off point. She couldn't just stand here in the desert ass up and bent over holding her knees till she felt 'stable' again. She shook her nauseated head and then turns to the driver, waving him off. "I'm fine...just need a little fresh air." she called back, still blushing; her eyes irritated and watery. She sighs, looking back into the desert that seemed to roll endlessly ahead of her...not a soul in plain sight...

(I thought I may as well come out here to help you advance Shorito if you'd like someone to RP with Smile)
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Post  Che Fri Sep 27, 2013 12:25 am

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The eerie blue/green runes pulsed with unholy power, and immediately the spire burst forth and coalesced a beam of power from it's apex at the ground a few dozen meters from it's base. The beam produced the first of many hellgates in the area.
Che looked up seeing a large beam of light traveling several of hundred meters into the sky. Che slowly pulls herself back together, viewing the scene that was taking place from where Ithteca's Gorge would be. "What the bloody hell is going on over there?" she then turned a little more to the right and witnessed a similar beam of light travel up from where Asrond was located on the map, and it was closer to her position. She slowly backs away and without turning she calls out to the driver: "Get in contact with H.Q...I want to know whats going on over there. Stat!" she commanded.
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Post  Fubuki Mon Dec 14, 2020 2:13 pm

From here

Fubuki, being delivered en route to the last known location of the Allied Defense Research unit, was updated further. There were some sort of odd specimens the research team discovered a day or two ago from a crashed ship along with some sort of blue alien creature that was comatose. They had delivered the alien to another undisclosed location, but these other specimens which resembled 'frogs' were sent to Danton instead. Fubuki also discovered that she wasn't alone out here after all, that one of the higher up TIRS agents, Captain...something another, she never met the woman face to face yet, was present during transfer to ensure optimal safety, along with a few other TIRS agents.

The helicopter hovered above the hardened soil and sand, high enough for the woman to descend safely while also allowing the pilot to dust off quickly. They weren't charged with Fubuki's safety after all...

She descended, and landed upon the crunching sands, her thigh high boots digging into the hardened soil. The woman brushes off her taut, skin tight dress and chuckles. "Hmp. Some people can't handle a challenge." She cooed, yanking up her TIRS handgun from her left thigh, and checked its magazine before sliding it back and out of place.

She began her advance...

As she continued forth without incident or sign of the assaulted convoy, she brought up her TIRS Mobile, and began perusing the mission directives again, and came across a photo of one of the missing VIPs she had to rescue before gasping:

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"Ah, Captain Masame Shinitase! That was what her name was!" She says upon flying over the file of the missing Captain, a Beijionese woman in her mid to late 20s who was formerly from the Beijionese Public Security Agency prior to joining. She was a hot shot, rose quickly up in the TIRS ranks, and became Captain of her TIRS Department at 25. Her skills are hand to hand combat, small arms, and ancient Beijionese. Other facts listed here... she was interested in the research department for the A.D.N., has some familiarity with the personnel from the ADN's hidden research facility... associate of Security Chief Rachel Renston... and is the descendant of the TIRS Director Mikaru Shinitase in the year 2282... odd thing to lay out on an info dossier but okay... who am I to judge?




She wandered onto the old 4x4 path, the road in question the convoy took when she finally found signs of the missing crew. Ahead of her, maybe 30 yards or so, was an overturned military truck. Discarded weapons on the sand… no traces of blood… no bodies. Another few yards was another truck, more armored looking however. Upon walking towards it however, she noticed the side had been torn open, like someone took a large can opener and tore through it!

“Well now, that’s one way to let something loose.” She says, inspecting the odd hole. She noted despite its torn up nature, the cuts seemed to be very precise, clean…

There was a flash of movement in the corner of her eye, a man in a suit with a fedora, brown hair… another TIRS agent? She turned quickly to call out to him, but he was gone… she could’ve seen the smile on his enigmatic face but a mere moment ago…! But from this new angle, she saw something poking out of the sand.
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Post  Fubuki Wed Dec 16, 2020 1:52 pm

Upon approach, it was an identification card for the missing Captain Shinitase... "Huh," she picked it up... the edge smeared with blood... and a sticky fluid which made Fubuki grimace and drop the card with disgust! "What the fuck, gross!" She shakes her hand of the fluid, wondering what the hell she had just touched when she heard someone gasping. The woman tossed off her fur coat, turning with her left hand glowing a pale green- and saw the Captain hiding under one of the downed vehicles!

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Fubuki lowered her hand and raised a brow. "Captain Shinitase, I presume? Yukionna, Agent Fubuki, TIRS." She asked and introduced herself, her thigh boots crunching in the sand, the wind blowing her taut dress against her curvy frame.

The senior agent under the vehicle brought a finger to her lips and shushed Fubuki. "Quiet! They're still around!" She harshly whispered. Fubuki raised a brow to this. "'They'?" She asked, before adding: "Captain Shinitase, where is the rest of the team?"

Shinitase shook her head. "Gone, I'm the only one left, now be quiet!"

"Gone?" Fubuki pressed, finding the seasoned Captain's actions unfitting of a woman of her rank. "Madam Captain, you'll need to be more specific with me where are-?"

"Damn it, you attracted one of them!!" Shinitase says, pointing at something behind Fubuki! The creature was about the same height as Fubuki and the Captain, between 5'6 and 5'9 at the least, frog like with blue and red coloration and seemingly without eyes... the bipedal frog looked out of place in the sandy environment:

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Fubuki, undaunted, with one hand on her hip, glanced over her shoulder at the creature, a cocky grin on her face:

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"What? That thing?" The woman scoffs with a haughty tone. The lovely woman turned to face the beast. "Here I thought the monster would be a tad more impressive looking." She sighed, raising her hands. "This won't take too long."

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The creature seemed too... stupid. It simply cocked its head waddling its way over to Fubuki as she was raising her hands again, the glowing energy flowing around her, levitating several rocks and debris around her from the sand... it wasn't aware of its rapidly dwindling fate. "Die." Fubuki says, the floating debris becoming stock still, before they flung towards the creature at the speed of a high power rifle! The monster was quickly torn asunder, blood, guts, warty flesh flew every direction... and the stomach contents spewed across the sand...

Fubuki blinked, sweat trickling down her cheek, as the bloody skull glanced up at her from the sand... "What the hell is this?!"

"They ate everyone!" Shinitase explained, standing behind Fubuki now, waving her empty Quicksilver in her hand.

"But this was a twelve man team, how could one eat...wait, 'they', who said anything about 'they'?!" Fubuki inquired.

"They multiply after feeding! Some smiling prick cut open the specimen tank with a butterfly knife, freeing the monster! It ate Dr. Flora first, then it laid some sort of egg... then another popped up, and another, before I know it I'm out of ammo and there were like, six of these things roaming about!" the Captain explained.

Fubuki's brow twitched. "What the hell are we dealing with here Captain, I feel as though I was denied need to know information!"

"Stop shouting!!" Masame Shinitase exclaimed, pointing at the woman accusingly.

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"You're shouting!" Shouts Fubuki back, flustered.

The pair of women would suddenly hear countless chirping... chirping which surrounded them. Chirping like... frogs. Fubuki looked around, and saw many more of the creatures now, which surrounded them.

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Some of them with swollen bellies that they dragged across the sand, a few of them had stomachs that receded quickly upon reaching the top of the dune.

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"That... is a problem." Shinitase says out loud, looking around with wide eyes. "Tell me the pilot is nearby..." she added, dropping her empty quicksilver, realizing it was essentially useless.

"He's not due back till I rescue the survivors..." said Fubuki, not as worried as Shinitase observes the encircling creatures. "Madam Captain, I'd advise you to stand back..."

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Fubuki's body glowed green with her psychic energy, levitating herself, her handgun slipping from under her dress on its own accord, the TIRS Quicksilver self cocked by invisible hands, laser pointer trained on the frogs with invisible hands:

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Scraps of metal and discarded weapons, including the Captain's empty handgun began to levitate around the hovering Fubuki as well! The psychic's heavy lidded eyes glared at one of the creatures in particular. "It doesn't matter how many of them there are, they're all dead!"

With that, the weapons began to fire off at the advancing pod! Fubuki tossing the empty weapons with a similar force of a bullet at them like the metal debris and loose rocks she had lifted. Like before, the frog things began to tear apart, or were shot repeatedly with automatic and semi-auto gun fire! Fubuki produced a butterfly knife from her hand as she shot towards one of the creature, sliding the blade across its slimy body in a quick fluid motion. Blood sprayed across the dunes, as the powerful psychic eliminates the pod with ease.

The captain looked on with awe. "Incredible... no wonder she works under the Assistant Director..."

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There was a man's chuckle coming from behind the Captain, who turned around to see something blue and red pull itself from under the truck where she had been hiding. "What---?!" She gasped, bringing her arms up as she screamed!

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"Ribbit!!"




Fubuki threw her knife into the forehead of the last frog, when she heard the Captain's muffled screams behind her. Turning around, Fubuki looked on with horror, the Captain's ass and shapely legs were kicking wildly in the maw of one of the frog things! "Captain!" She called out, but then felt something hard smack the back of her neck! Cringing as she falls over onto her chest. The pair of expensive dress shoes walked past her blurry vision, the man's shadow on the sand in front of her seemingly vanishing like smoke... then she saw with horror as the small creature, jerking its head back took in Captain Shinitase's legs, its stomach expanding, her kicking heels pedaled inside the gaping throat before vanishing with a loud gulp! "C-captain!!" Fubuki screamed, disbelieving the sight before her. The stomach bulged out, bouncing with the Captain's squirming form barely recognizable through the membranous material. The creature let out a sigh of content, patting its fat paunch which continued to squirm repeatedly, and it waddled off, ignoring Fubuki who still lay upon the sand. "No, gotta rescue her...!" She gasped, shakily trying to stand before she felt something wet and sticky wrap around her midsection, pinning her arms to her sides, the wet, fat, tongue lifting her large breasts up as she was lifted up on her own accord, and being spung around...!
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Post  Fubuki Wed Dec 16, 2020 3:07 pm

Unable to concern herself for the safety of the TIRS Captain, she found herself turned around to face the new threat- one of the bleeding creatures she attacked had just held onto life's thread to heal itself somehow... and make its way over to her!

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"You're an ugly...son'va bitch!!" She insulted, squirming furiously. She forced herself to stand up on the sand, her glowing green eyes were flickering like green flames... or was it... lightning? She however heard movement from behind her and as she checked-

"Huh-?!"

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She saw the man in the suit again, his middle and index fingers jabbing into her back, running down her spine! Fubuki's body shivered, her eyes widened, the lightning in her eyes faded and the levitating rocks surrounding her fell! "W-whaa...?" She gasped, as if out of breath, before she felt the webbed hands grip her forearms, bunching her knees, yanking her body and her attention away from the waving, smiling, man in black, her head now turning to-"

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Fubuki suddenly found her head stuffed deep into the maw of the creature, her large breasts falling upon the creatures tongue which withdrew itself back to support her toned belly his hands sliding down to her hips, her kicking thighs lifting her dress as Fubuki the hunter now found herself the hunted! "Ahaaaaa?!" She screamed, voice echoing back! The tunnel of flesh which surrounded her undulated around her body, her short dark hair clinging to her skull, her wide green eyes able to make out the subtle movement of the throat! "Le-let me go freak!!" She screamed, trying to conjure her abilities... but found herself unable to strangely! The the smiling man's image returning to her mind. "That bastard, what the hell did he do to me?!" She screamed, kicking furiously, trying to conjure her magic abilities as well... but nothing! She felt the webbed hands grip around her knees, her hands shot up to grip the corners of the slimy maw, saliva trickling between the fingers...

The overindulgent frog thing began to push her into the maw, her hands vanishing, her barred off knees bunched up against her abdomen, her wide ass filling out the monster's mouth! Fubuki's muffled screams continued to escape from the beast as her back rolled across the ribbed roofing of the maw, and she found herself sliding down the throat! "N-no no no!!" She cried, the foul smelling slime covering her face her hanging breasts, her compact body impossibly being swallowed by this beast who was almost the same height as her! She felt saliva soaking through her dress, slime trailing over her butt, her panty lines showing through the taut fabric, her head now pushing through the esophagus' sphincter, giving her first looks inside the creature! "OH GODS!" She screamed, the skeletal remains of a scientist digested below her, reddish blond hair clinging to a meaty skeleton with a frozen scream plastered upon its face... the floating ID badge showed a pretty, smiling woman with similar colored hair and red glasses, Doctor Sarah Flora...

Gurgle...

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Fubuki's ankles jutted over the creature's slimy lower jaw, the heeled boots wiggling furiously, pathetically her panty line clad ass swaying side to side, her struggles having the opposite effect Fubuki wanted... her muffled unintelligible screaming radiating barely through the creatures wiggling, steadily bulging stomach... Her ass wiggled wildly, the creature patting the developing swell of its paunch, while its left hand's webbed fingers intricately poked at her wide ass, easing the psychic down his expanding esophagus, guiding her wiggling, meaty form down his gaping maw slowly... Her form bulged out his neck, the heels of her thigh boots and her taut dress the last thing to be seen as she vanished with a quick gulp... the beast jerking its head back gently as he swallowed... the bulging neck pushing out and slid down, the toes of her boots noticeable through the rubbery flesh as it slowly eased its way down into the creatures belly...

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*Bounce* Gurgle!!

The said stomach bobbed and swayed, the compact Fubuki hardly recognizable now from the smooth edges of the belly with only the occasional bump or bulge of her furious movements within!

The smiling man watched, clapping at the show. "Well, that should alter things for now... Bon Appétit monsieur frogg~" the Enigmatic man says before vanishing.




Inside, Fubuki screams, and struggles, stripped of her powers, she found herself crammed into an uncomfortable position riding up against a skeleton, acidic slime and fluid rolling up across her body. "By Frey'd... this is disgusting...!" She coughed. "Is... this how it'll end? No... no!" she continued to whimper, struggling as the taut, rough stomach flesh clung around her body! "I can't die like this... how will that look for me in the papers? Model devoured by unknown...ugh, thing, becomes fertilizer? It be a brutal death, but this is not at all the death I want!!" She spat, wiggling her form. As it was... would her true family name be revealed in her death? If that were to happen... she'd lose all her fame, she'd be forgotten!! "No...!" She cried, wiggling, pushing aside the dead companion who sank into the gurgling darkness below... the woman readjusted her body so her heels now jutted the bottom of the swaying stomach...and saw parts of her dress floating in the sizzling fluids! "Oh no..." she gasped, eyes wavering. She suspected the Captain was already... well, nurturing the next of kin for these things...

It then occurred to her how dangerous these things were now... with two surviving creatures, far as she knew, well fed...

"They reproduce after they feed!!" Captain Shinitase's voice returned, causing Fubuki to shiver with the realization. "By the twelve... they'll overrun the country...! They-they're frogs, they can swim too no doubt, they'll...!" She then winced, feeling her taut clothes begin to sizzle away, her right breast bobbed out of her deteriorating dress, exposing itself.

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"Shit..." she cursed, blushing. She didn't even have her knife, nor gun... sapped of her powers.... was this... truly her end..?

Gurgle...groan....
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Post  Fubuki Thu Dec 17, 2020 6:00 am

Masa was semi conscious within the creature's stomach, the creature's swaying belly as it walked across the sands causing the disheveled woman to slowly stir.

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"Hnng...?" The TIRS captain blinked, winking through the slime, wiping her face. The humidity and cramped position reminds her that she was eaten by the research specimen, the alien life form that they found in that ship... She began to shift around the stomach, stretching out her legs, feeling the gastric juices tickling her flesh! "Shit...!" She coughed, the foul air choking and aggressive! "Dammit... so hot, ugh... crap," she gagged, remembering her phone. She had to assume Fubuki was either fighting more of them, or suffering a similar fate... she could hear the beast belch, approving of her taste which made the woman somewhat angry. "Fucking toad...!" She spat, slamming one of her heels into the lining. She fumbled for the mobile, ignoring her exposed breast for now, the phone's bluish glow giving her a little light inside the beast. "...I need to get out of this thing before it digests me alive..!" She gasped, struggling more which only caused the fluids to rise! "Shit, shit!!"




Fubuki all the while was watching her expensive dress dissolving quicker, apparently the monster who ate her was ravenous! The way the stomach undulated around her, Fubuki could only imagine a bunch of groping hands feeling every inch of her body!

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"This is a body massage from hell..." She groaned, as she felt her body growing ever more weak by the second, the encroaching walls of flesh around her making her wince, her legs cramped and slimy fluids rose around her knees. "Gosh... soon I'm going to be world famous fertilizer... gross!" She spat, shivering at the thought. She didn't blame herself for the decision of becoming a member of the TIRS, her role as a spy was something she chose... but she just never imagined her end would be so... undignified! "Someone... dammit... better... ah...!!" She spat, feeling the active gastric fluids irritating her smooth flesh! She could only imagine that the Captain was long gone now if this beast was any indication... Fubuki was beginning to lose hope. "I may have 8 or so minutes left before I'm like that doctor... fuck me, this sucks..." Fubuki groans, cringing from the building sensations...

Gurgle....
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Post  BastionCon Thu Dec 17, 2020 6:51 am

So Miya Ishizu wants training. The pay is certainly enticing enough. Veran was on his way to rendezvous with a potential apprentice by the name of Miya Ishizu. She was semi-famous alongside her triplet sister and they were members of the Ishizu clan, one of the richest around if not the most rich in Beijiro. Veran preferred to keep his name quiet and allow his skills to speak for themselves. The public limelight was not his style. His preference for quiet meditation and isolated training clashed with a desire for power and wealth. He made ends meet, but still he desired more. Training Miya presented the perfect opportunity to satisfy all of his desires at once, and he had yet to seriously take on an apprentice. Perhaps this will prove interesting...

Veran's blue longcoat flapped in the breeze and kept the dust from his ribbed vest. Brown fingerless gloves protected his palms while allowing him the most flexibility for his fingers. He held his blade at his left side, sheathed in a scabbard of obsidian metal. The grip of his katana was embroidered with white fabric and tipped with a golden pommel. Black pants were tucked into brown boots, completing his preferred outfit when traveling. His white hair was slicked back, allowing his piercing blue eyes to watch the horizon.

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His blade was a replica of the legendary Yamato. Though it's power was no match for the purported legend, it was enchanted to a razor edge and nearly indestructible. Combined with his own inhuman speed and strength, it sufficed for any challenge he might face. Which was exactly what awaited him. He was traveling on foot through a remote desert region, never suspecting to hear a loud crash and the sounds of battle in the distance. Veran had decided to investigate, taking his time in approaching the conflict. Considering he had no financial stake, it was pure curiosity currently driving him.

By the time he arrived at a hill overlooking the battle, he could only see the aftermath. Overturned trucks shredded by claw marks while streaks of gore and dried blood lined the sand. "What happened here?" He questioned aloud, a habit developed after too many years of isolation. Veran broke into a full sprint, covering the distance of over two hundred feet in a matter of seconds. Approaching from the left of the battlefield, he caught sight of a bipedal frog with a bulging gut. Wasting no time with this dawdling foe, he placed his hand on his blade and spread his legs, assuming a low combative stance. In a flash of unparalleled skill and steel, he vanished in a blur and reappeared behind the frog, sheathing his blade as though he only barely drawn it.

Thankfully for the frog's prey, Veran had only diced the upper torso of the beast, which fell into ribbons upon the closure of his blade. Blood flowed into the sand and marked another notch on his blade, but he was surprised by what emerged from the frog. A curvy woman whose left breast was exposed slid out of its fat belly, alive but unconscious. Her outfit seemed formal, but he didn't recognize it in its current state. Walking toward the previously digested woman, Veran leaned down and gingerly pulled her shirt up and skirt down to preserve her modesty. Judging from her outfit, she only had a few minutes until digestion.

Not one to leave a woman in distress, Veran picked her up into his arms bridal style, allowing her brown hair to fall across his chest and head to rest on his shoulder. He had tied his blade to his belt for the moment, noticing another frog with a bulging gut across the scene of carnage....
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Post  Fubuki Thu Dec 17, 2020 8:30 am

BastionCon wrote:So Miya Ishizu wants training. The pay is certainly enticing enough. Veran was on his way to rendezvous with a potential apprentice by the name of Miya Ishizu. She was semi-famous alongside her triplet sister and they were members of the Ishizu clan, one of the richest around if not the most rich in Beijiro. Veran preferred to keep his name quiet and allow his skills to speak for themselves. The public limelight was not his style. His preference for quiet meditation and isolated training clashed with a desire for power and wealth. He made ends meet, but still he desired more. Training Miya presented the perfect opportunity to satisfy all of his desires at once, and he had yet to seriously take on an apprentice. Perhaps this will prove interesting...

Veran's blue longcoat flapped in the breeze and kept the dust from his ribbed vest. Brown fingerless gloves protected his palms while allowing him the most flexibility for his fingers. He held his blade at his left side, sheathed in a scabbard of obsidian metal. The grip of his katana was embroidered with white fabric and tipped with a golden pommel. Black pants were tucked into brown boots, completing his preferred outfit when traveling. His white hair was slicked back, allowing his piercing blue eyes to watch the horizon.

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His blade was a replica of the legendary Yamato. Though it's power was no match for the purported legend, it was enchanted to a razor edge and nearly indestructible. Combined with his own inhuman speed and strength, it sufficed for any challenge he might face. Which was exactly what awaited him. He was traveling on foot through a remote desert region, never suspecting to hear a loud crash and the sounds of battle in the distance. Veran had decided to investigate, taking his time in approaching the conflict. Considering he had no financial stake, it was pure curiosity currently driving him.

By the time he arrived at a hill overlooking the battle, he could only see the aftermath. Overturned trucks shredded by claw marks while streaks of gore and dried blood lined the sand. "What happened here?" He questioned aloud, a habit developed after too many years of isolation. Veran broke into a full sprint, covering the distance of over two hundred feet in a matter of seconds. Approaching from the left of the battlefield, he caught sight of a bipedal frog with a bulging gut. Wasting no time with this dawdling foe, he placed his hand on his blade and spread his legs, assuming a low combative stance. In a flash of unparalleled skill and steel, he vanished in a blur and reappeared behind the frog, sheathing his blade as though he only barely drawn it.

Thankfully for the frog's prey, Veran had only diced the upper torso of the beast, which fell into ribbons upon the closure of his blade. Blood flowed into the sand and marked another notch on his blade, but he was surprised by what emerged from the frog. A curvy woman whose left breast was exposed slid out of its fat belly, alive but unconscious. Her outfit seemed formal, but he didn't recognize it in its current state. Walking toward the previously digested woman, Veran leaned down and gingerly pulled her shirt up and skirt down to preserve her modesty. Judging from her outfit, she only had a few minutes until digestion.

Not one to leave a woman in distress, Veran picked her up into his arms bridal style, allowing her brown hair to fall across his chest and head to rest on his shoulder. He had tied his blade to his belt for the moment, noticing another frog with a bulging gut across the scene of carnage....

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Masame Shinitase felt the warm sun on her face... winking her eyes open. She wasn't in the tight confines of the belly any longer, but the tight confines of someone's arms. She glanced up wearily at the handsome man with silver hair and deep blue eyes. "...Who are...?" She managed, before wincing. "...Fubuki. Where's Fubuki? Achk... ugh..." She gasped, before falling unconscious again.




Meanwhile, the stomach of the other monster began to gurgle loudly...

Fubuki was stripped of everything now, her face flushed as she looked down at the gurgling fluids about to take her! "Fuck me, this sucks!" She spat, wiggling about the stomach, wishing she had her powers... wishing she wasn't going to suffer this undignified, messy fate!! She closed her eyes, and screamed as the acids began to rise past her face!!

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"Fubuki?" He asked before she passed out again, still cradling the woman in his arms. "She must be talking about the person trapped in that thing." Veran leered at the frog for putting them this torture. How many people had just lost their lives at the hands of these things?

Rather than risk leaving the woman at the mercy of any other lingering amphibians, the swordsman shifted her onto his left shoulder in a sort of fireman's carry. He held her shapely legs down with his left hand while approaching the frog. It croaked and didn't care to acknowledge him as a threat, the last mistake it would make. He would have decapitated the thing in an instant, but he couldn't ensure the woman's safety if he so.

And so he adopted a more direct approach, rushing the beast down to slaughter it. Its movements were sluggish from its meal, allowing a swift victory once his blade was drawn. Veran sliced his sword across the frog's throat and twisted the blade back, following with another powerful slice to cleave a gash across its chest. He blew a way the blood with a flick of his wrist, creating a breeze with his blade alone. A final slash to sheath the katana carved the torso in twine, sending its corpse to the ground and causing acid to spill out across the sand.....
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BastionCon wrote:"Fubuki?" He asked before she passed out again, still cradling the woman in his arms. "She must be talking about the person trapped in that thing." Veran leered at the frog for putting them this torture. How many people had just lost their lives at the hands of these things?

Rather than risk leaving the woman at the mercy of any other lingering amphibians, the swordsman shifted her onto his left shoulder in a sort of fireman's carry. He held her shapely legs down with his left hand while approaching the frog. It croaked and didn't care to acknowledge him as a threat, the last mistake it would make. He would have decapitated the thing in an instant, but he couldn't ensure the woman's safety if he so.

And so he adopted a more direct approach, rushing the beast down to slaughter it. Its movements were sluggish from its meal, allowing a swift victory once his blade was drawn. Veran sliced his sword across the frog's throat and twisted the blade back, following with another powerful slice to cleave a gash across its chest. He blew a way the blood with a flick of his wrist, creating a breeze with his blade alone. A final slash to sheath the katana carved the torso in twine, sending its corpse to the ground and causing acid to spill out across the sand.....

She was choking on the disgusting, burning bile, about ready to black out and succumb to the frog's stomach and become its next meal that fertilizes the egg of next frog monster to be born from her death... when there was a sound of wind, a flash of steel, and then... she was out! "Hyaaahh!" She gasped, the dark haired woman spilling out onto the sand, naked and covered in clear fluids!

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The tall woman sprawled upon the sand, her short hair clinging to her skull like glue, slime dripping off her smooth, pink tinged flesh! She was on her hands and knees, coughing, puking up the gastric juices onto the sand, her green eyes now irritated and red! She wiped her face, her eyes, sand sticking to her sticky body. "Dear Gods... oh dear Frey'd, I was gonna... I was..." she whimpered, looking around for whoever just saved her, before her strained eyes fell upon the man in blue... stylish and attractive from what she could tell, but he could have been 9 foot tall, covered with pink fur and have snaggle teeth, saving her life? She was in his debt! "Oh... was...?" She gasped, trying to make sense of things, uncaring for her... appearance.

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Post  BastionCon Thu Dec 17, 2020 11:12 am

Veran took in the woman's body all at once. "Are you okay?" He asked after giving her time to acclimate to the outside world again. He also couldn't help but notice how she was still dripping with gastric juices. "Stay still for a moment." He advised before she could respond. Placing his hand on his blade, he unsheathed it and launched a blast of wind at Fubuki, blowing away the slime drenching her faster than the human eye could perceive.

Shifting Masa from one shoulder to another, he also removed his jacket and offered it to the model, fearing she might be cold in the desert air. His muscular arms completed every action in one smooth motion before she had even uttered a word.
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Post  Fubuki Thu Dec 17, 2020 12:16 pm

Fubuki felt the wind blow the grit and slime away, her blurry eyes also clearing in the process... and could now make out the long, tall and devilishly handsome swordsman. She watched him skillfully shoulder the Captain over one shoulder, removing his stylish jacket from his broad muscular shoulders. She became flustered, covering her breasts now that she realized her state of... full undress. "Ahem, thanks..." She says, taking the jacket from his hand... and used his hand to help herself up off the ground. "I am now..." Fubuki cooed, batting her long lashes as she observed the man, loosely bringing the long coat to her thankfully dried off body. "...if you didn't come by when you did... well, we both be dead, and you'd have two more of those amphibian things to deal with. They're not so tough... but they gang up on ya and..." She says, pausing holding out her hand... and for the moment, still didn't have access to her psychic powers. "....if your abilities don't get shut off by some smiling asshat..." she says with a sigh. She could hear him be confused by that, and glance up and she shook her head. "Never mind about that..." She wrapped the jacket around her shoulders, the flaps of his jacket giving her a bit more modesty now. "Name's Fubuki. She's Masame." She introduced with a warm smile.
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Post  BastionCon Thu Dec 17, 2020 12:54 pm

"Veran Seusdoma. A pleasure to make your acquaintance. You mentioned someone disabling your powers. Is this person still around?" Veran asked cautiously, preferring to know if a potential threat might still be lurking. Fubuki didn't seem sure, but he would keep an eye out just in case. "You and Masame here are lucky I happened by."

"Indeed we were." The model replied just before her eyes narrowed. Veran heard the crunch of dust before anything else. "How many?" He asked, free hand moving toward his waist. "Two behind you and-" Fubuki reeled slightly at Veran's aggressive dash as he caught the tongue of a frog that tried to ensnare the nearly nude woman. The feel of the thing was slimy and slippery, but his grip proved stronger.

Masame still on his shoulder, he gave a powerful yank and the frog soared toward them through the air. Without even bothering to draw his blade he shifted his grip to the scabbard and smashed it into the airborne frog's gut. The amphibian croaked weakly before he followed up by slamming it again it the neck, breaking the frog's spine through sheer momentum.

Without skipping a beat Veran then tossed Masame high into the air, her unconscious body twirling above them. He grabbed Fubuki's hand and danced around her, spinning the woman away from the tongues of the other frogs. He wrapped his left arm around her waist and hugged close while drawing his blade between their bodies. The steel rang out as it sliced the tongues clean off, sending only severed flesh back to their owners.

He couldn't see Fubuki's expression while they danced around the tongues, but his coat remained firmly wrapped around her. Knowing they were grossly outmatched, the other frogs fled into the desert for survival. But Veran wouldn't allow them to escape. Arm still around Fubuki's waist, he then spun them around as if across a dancefloor and let out a wave of power from his sword. The air rang with an audible sharpness as the frogs stopped in their tracks. Veran sheathed his blade and as if on cue, the beasts were sliced in half across their waists.

In the same fluid motion, Veran had sheathed his blade and left Fubuki on his on the edge of his grasp. At the same time, he caught Masame with his other extended arm, lowering her at the moment of being caught to allow the momentum to flow harmlessly through his own body.
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Post  Fubuki Thu Dec 17, 2020 1:25 pm

BastionCon wrote:"Veran Seusdoma. A pleasure to make your acquaintance. You mentioned someone disabling your powers. Is this person still around?" Veran asked cautiously, preferring to know if a potential threat might still be lurking. Fubuki didn't seem sure, but he would keep an eye out just in case. "You and Masame here are lucky I happened by."

"Indeed we were." The model replied just before her eyes narrowed. Veran heard the crunch of dust before anything else. "How many?" He asked, free hand moving toward his waist. "Two behind you and-" Fubuki reeled slightly at Veran's aggressive dash as he caught the tongue of a frog that tried to ensnare the nearly nude woman. The feel of the thing was slimy and slippery, but his grip proved stronger.

Masame still on his shoulder, he gave a powerful yank and the frog soared toward them through the air. Without even bothering to draw his blade he shifted his grip to the scabbard and smashed it into the airborne frog's gut. The amphibian croaked weakly before he followed up by slamming it again it the neck, breaking the frog's spine through sheer momentum.

Without skipping a beat Veran then tossed Masame high into the air, her unconscious body twirling above them. He grabbed Fubuki's hand and danced around her, spinning the woman away from the tongues of the other frogs. He wrapped his left arm around her waist and hugged close while drawing his blade between their bodies. The steel rang out as it sliced the tongues clean off, sending only severed flesh back to their owners.

He couldn't see Fubuki's expression while they danced around the tongues, but his coat remained firmly wrapped around her. Knowing they were grossly outmatched, the other frogs fled into the desert for survival. But Veran wouldn't allow them to escape. Arm still around Fubuki's waist, he then spun them around as if across a dancefloor and let out a wave of power from his sword. The air rang with an audible sharpness as the frogs stopped in their tracks. Veran sheathed his blade and as if on cue, the beasts were sliced in half across their waists.

In the same fluid motion, Veran had sheathed his blade and left Fubuki on his on the edge of his grasp. At the same time, he caught Masame with his other extended arm, lowering her at the moment of being caught to allow the momentum to flow harmlessly through his own body.

The dance was a blur to Fubuki's eyes! Some called her a blizzard, but he... he was the real thing! His movements were quick, precise, deadly and he was on top of his movements and didn't skip a beat! He even tossed the unconscious captain high into the air, to free his hands a little, the naked Fubuki all the while pressed up against his muscular frame... her eyes locked onto his focused face with awe!

When the dance was finished, he dips Fubuki, her attention so focused on him she didn't even care about her exposed body as his jacket hung off her shoulders!

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"W-wow..." Fubuki gasped, a trickle of sweat rolling down her cheek and her toned, slender and curvaceous frame. "You move so gracefully..." She cooed, and it was then Masame fell back into his awaiting arm, as if on cue!

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The woman landed blushing in Veran's grasp. "You dance so wonderfully...." She cooed in her sleep... before slowly reopening her eyes.

Fubuki... acting somewhat fast, smiled seductively. "So...where were you headed again, Veran?" Asking him as she began to lower the jacket's sleeves a little around her shoulders.

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"...you don't have to be there at a certain time now... do you?" She purrs, her hands peeling away the blue leather coat...

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Post  BastionCon Thu Dec 17, 2020 1:52 pm

Veran detected the salacious tone in her voice, even admiring the view as she began to lower the shoulders of his coat. "Regrettably I do. I'm enroute to meet my potential apprentice." Veran brushed his right hand across her cheek, winking at her with a devilish grin. Masame had begun to stir as well resulting Veran gently releasing her onto her feet.

"Fubuki, sitrep please." Masame ordered the agent, assuming an authoritative stance considering she was still clothed. Fubuki looked as if she were actually serious only for Masame to give her an icy glare.

"Masame, I'm glad to see you are okay. Veran Seusdoma, a pleasure." Veran introduced himself after allowing Fubuki a moment to respond, observing the two women and listening intently. Apparently they were part of some law enforcement organization or something similar. Not that it concerned him in the slightest.

"Well no matter what you do, it seems you're without weapons and transport. You're welcome to accompany me for now. I offer my protection." Veran bowed and offered his sword to the women free of charge, an act of great charity given his normal desire for financial gain.
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Meanwhile....




The elder Ishizu sister, Miya Ishizu, was training deep in the Beijio Badlands. Also known as 'Inari', due to her fox mask, priestess like clothes and her flaming ootachi, the Kunoichi's partner and younger sister, Xia 'Zeke' Ishizu, broke off with Miya to look for their troublesome sibling, who was last spotted heading towards one of the mountains on the edge of this vast sea of sand and rock. The woman held the extremely long blade in a two handed grip, from tip to pommel, it would be roughly a foot and a half or maybe less taller than her should she stand the blade beside her to measure against her own height. Fox mask covering her face for the moment to hamper her visual acuity, the ring of straw men she rigged around her were dry and easily able to be burned should she not be careful with the blade's magic... her only target was the small apple attached to the head of the straw man in the center of the ring, which happened to be in front of her.

She breathed in and out... before swinging the sword around her, the long sword's blade beginning to catch fire with every deliberate and wild swing, the flames building and rolling off the weapon in plumes of intense crimson fire! There were times the sword seemed to grow in length due to the flames which ran across the length of the curved weapon, adding extra reach. She then finally, spung the oversized tachi into a vertical overhead slice!

She stopped the heavy blade suddenly, not allowing her momentum nor gravity take the blade any further than she would allow it, stopping just barely above the apple's smooth and red surface.

Miya exhaled, and with one hand still on the blade, removed her mask to take in what she saw:

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The apple was singed... and so was part of the strawman's head.

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"Well, you'll be a bald scare crow for a while..." she sighed, deftly stabbing the apple with the tip of the razor sharp blade which was now absent of its flames, launching the apple upward and caught it with her free hand, now that she set the fox mask aside her head. The apple wasn't hot thanks to her wrappings, which were scorched like the makeshift grip attached to the ootachi, Kamuy. She took a bite into the juicy fruit, bringing the blade up to rest the dull side across her bare shoulders- the blade's steel not even warm to the touch in spite of its raging inferno moments prior.

Though skilled, and a master in many crafts, Miya hired a mentor, Veran Seusdoma, to enhance her abilities further. She wasn't comfortable with her current level, and probably never was. There was always room for improvement, despite what Nia might say on the subject... she was supposed to meet him out here for a test of her abilities. Despite the money she offered, the rumors she heard about him stated he would not stick around if he didn't like what he saw. She wasn't haughty, but she was confident in the abilities and skills her body had honed thus far. She took another bite out of the apple and began to pass the time again with practicing with the straw dummies... unaware of the dangers soon approaching.

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Post  Fubuki Thu Dec 17, 2020 2:38 pm

BastionCon wrote:Veran detected the salacious tone in her voice, even admiring the view as she began to lower the shoulders of his coat. "Regrettably I do. I'm enroute to meet my potential apprentice." Veran brushed his right hand across her cheek, winking at her with a devilish grin. Masame had begun to stir as well resulting Veran gently releasing her onto her feet.

"Fubuki, sitrep please." Masame ordered the agent, assuming an authoritative stance considering she was still clothed. Fubuki looked as if she were actually serious only for Masame to give her an icy glare.

"Masame, I'm glad to see you are okay. Veran Seusdoma, a pleasure." Veran introduced himself after allowing Fubuki a moment to respond, observing the two women and listening intently. Apparently they were part of some law enforcement organization or something similar. Not that it concerned him in the slightest.

"Well no matter what you do, it seems you're without weapons and transport. You're welcome to accompany me for now. I offer my protection." Veran bowed and offered his sword to the women free of charge, an act of great charity given his normal desire for financial gain.

Captain Masame glanced back to the field agent and model Fubuki, and the swordsman Veran again, folding her arms.

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"Well, you have a point... there could be a handful of the creature's left out there and we lack the supplies. That man with the fedora isn't around, but he seemed to pop in and out of thin air... so I appreciate it Veran." Masame smiles. "I will ensure you are well compensated for this." She says with a smile.

"His skill with the blade is breathtaking," Fubuki chimed in. "Anyone else would've likely chopped us to ribbons as well. Not something a mediocre swordsman or adventurer can easily pull off, that's for sure." She says, readjusting the coat again. She'll have to try her hand at seducing him later, having been brought out of the haziness of being eaten alive, and almost twice at that! The whirling blade dance and the spectacles had obviously gone to her head a little. Besides... sand? It got into places uncomfortably! Eck!

Masame chuckled. "I wish I could have seen it all, but the crash and the situation knocked me right out. Being cramped up in a tiny meat chamber was also a... harrowing experience." She then glanced at Veran and remembered briefly a moment she felt like she was flying... before waking in his arm. Strong and composed, he was a pretty nice catch. She'd have to see what he was up to when they were less exposed to carnivorous aliens. "Be lucky it wasn't that big blue guy on the ship... he was dog ugly, but he looked far more a threat than these self-replicating toads."

"I...rather not wanna know. I'm still wrapping my head around the idea these things exist. Director Nat needs to send a task force out here." Fubuki replied, as the trio began their trek. Fubuki seemingly fine with her lack of visible attire for the time being.
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Post  BastionCon Thu Dec 17, 2020 3:14 pm

"Well then stay close. We still have quite a distance to go." Veran instructed while looking around. Masame filled him in on how the frogs reproduce asexually after feeding, leading to a possibility of infestation across unimaginable proportions. But it seemed as if they had slain all the beasts. Save for this larger blue threat. Veran would remain vigilant in their travels.

And also enjoy the presence of two beautiful women at his side. Masame and Fubuki both remained on either side of him as they set off, enjoying the conversation between the two of them as they discussed their business with TIR....
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Miya continued to practice with the straw dummies, now blindfolded. Having gotten used to her surroundings only using her 'third eye' so to speak, seeing past the shadow and getting used to the dark... she felt a disturbing presence shuffling upon the sands to her right...

Frozen in place, she speaks gently. "...Hello there."

No response. Shuffling, moving.

She didn't want to react so quickly, given this felt unlike anything she had ran into this day. She had her blade up, held in a low parallel stance as whoever or whatever walked around her, their wet feet upon the sand sending a chill down her spine, the smell of...swamp in the air? It was off, way off. She waited patiently before she heard the loud "RIBBIT"

It was a quick motion as the tongue was launched at her from six or so feet away, flying to the woman's head... before she side stepped the tongue and switched her low stance into an upward swipe! Shiiiiink!! The sound of something hitting the rocky earth, an inhuman cry of pain, there was another of the beasts lunging at her, thinking it flanked her but she switched the upward swipe into a one handed swoop which knocked back the creature and allowed her to grip the blade once more in both hands before slicing down obliquely through the unknown creature. Fire launched from her ootachi, the 6' length of flaming steel arched in the open air as she built up flames from the Kamuy around her, creating an intense ring of fire that burned through the strawmen and her mysterious demons! She could feel a few more were inside the ring of flames yet, but trusted her instincts as one gripped her by the shoulders, its rubbery wet hands lifting her up with ease, the feeling of humidity kissing the nape of her neck and against the back of her ears. Large mouth... She noted, bringing back the pommel of the ootachi, slamming it into the stomach of the predator behind her before launching her head up! She could feel the wet, ribbed roofing of its upper jaw against her head, as she stunned the beast with her double blow- the feeling of moist slime grossed her out, but she kept her composure as stabbed the large blade into the sandy earth and increased the intensity of the flames- causing the sand to become glassy as she swung her body forwards like one performing a pole vault, launching the creature whilest somersaulting forwards, simultaneously withdrawing the blade from the bubbling sand as she increased her speed and swung the blade vertically as she followed through on her vault, slinging molten sand across a few of the creatures ahead of her and slicing the monster in front of her in two!

Hearing both parts of the beast fall while the other beasties shrieked temporarily disoriented her mental picture of events... the fuzz obscuring fine details which almost lead to her face being clawed off should she not feel the wind striking past her head! She side stepped in time to avoid the strike, but the claws scraped across her mask, and tore away the black silk blind fold! She struck out with her sword almost instantly after seeing the hideous frog creature, the ring of fire kept back a couple more, but there were about six left in all! "The 7 Hells is this...?" She gasped, back stepping, weapon at the ready slowly turning around to get a better picture of what she was facing while flames continued to stoke the ootachi's long steel length!
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Post  BastionCon Fri Dec 18, 2020 6:27 am

Veran escorted Fubuki and Masame across the badlands, finding himself enjoying their company. Normally he didn't like having company, but the circumstances of meeting them were interesting enough. Not to mention the both of them were quite easy on the eyes, a fact he appreciated despite being a self-proclaimed through and through gentleman.

They had encountered another group of the frogs and he had butchered them in short order while still on the lookout for the larger specimen Masame had mentioned. It was a simple matter to dissect the three amphibians, barely requiring him to draw his blade. He was curious to see how Miya would have handled such a small number. Little did he know they would find his potential apprentice facing such a number and more.

In face, upon arrival Veran found Miya staring down at least six more of the frogs. "This might seem cruel, but let's watch her. This will be her first test." Veran determined while crossing his arms, holding back to watch how she might handle herself. "Are you sure?" Masame seemed hesitant to leave someone facing such seemingly dire odds, but this was Veran's way. He glanced over at Fubuki to gauge her reaction as well, simply nodding in response to Masame's inquiry.


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Post  Fubuki Fri Dec 18, 2020 9:35 am

BastionCon wrote:Veran escorted Fubuki and Masame across the badlands, finding himself enjoying their company. Normally he didn't like having company, but the circumstances of meeting them was easy enough. Not to mention the both of them were quite easy on the eyes, a fact he appreciated despite being a self-proclaimed through and through gentleman.

They had encountered another group of the frogs and he had butchered them in short order while still on the lookout for the larger specimen Masame had mentioned. It was a simple matter to dissect the three amphibians, barely requiring him to draw his blade. He was curious to see how Miya would have handled such a small number. Little did he know they would find his potential apprentice facing such a number and more.

In face, upon arrival Veran found Miya staring down at least six more of the frogs. "This might seem cruel, but let's watch her. This will be her first test." Veran determined while crossing his arms, holding back to watch how she might handle herself. "Are you sure?" Masame seemed hesitant to leave someone facing such seemingly dire odds, but this was Veran's way. He glanced over at Fubuki to gauge her reaction as well, simply nodding in response to Masame's inquiry.

Fubuki looked at Veran in confusion, before turning her gaze back to the apprentice. "You sure...?" She began, before recognizing the woman. "Wait... that's Inari? I don't see her sister Zeke... I hope she didn't get eaten by those things!" Fubuki says, raising her hand to help regardless.... but found her powers had not yet returned! Dammit!! What the hell is wrong with me? I've never felt more useless in my life! What the hell did that guy do to me?! I swear, next time I see him I'll choke the life out of him!! She mentally promised herself.
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Post  Miya Ishizu Fri Dec 18, 2020 4:36 pm

Miya held the ootachi in a low stance, her piercing red eyes scanning the hopping shapes of the frog like creatures. They were like keropin, but less intelligent... and she realized that was a sentence no one ever said before. They seemed to be observing her too, so perhaps she gave them less credit... those who were stunned by the molten glass weren't attacking yet. What are they up to...? She thought, as she switches to a high stance and charged! The blade's prominent curve was over her right shoulder her body leaping to vertically slice the demon in front of her, but as she was about to strike it down- it side stepped!

It anticipated my movements!

"!!!" She gasped, but quickly put more strength into her swing to kick up the sand as it struck the the dunes. Despite being obscured by sand, the creature's attacked the woman! Ganging up on her, two swung their claws through the sand as they pushed through the cloud, while another shot its long tongue into the cloud and caught something...

A pair of flashes in the cloud before the taut tongue reeled back the woman by her right arm, however...

Miya's crimson eyes were focused on the frog who reeled her in quick, her fiery long blade blazing a trail behind her! She wasn't just being reeled in, but running towards the creature! She hefted the blade like it was a spear, and when she got within range thrusts forth driving the blade all the way through! The creature squirmed biting on her arm, saliva rolling across her forearm. "What... too hot for you?" she asked, turning up the flames. "Next time, don't play with fire!" She exhaled, cringing as the fire from the cursed Murasame no Kamuy turned blue! The frog bubbled away into nothing ash drifting from the ootachi where the beast last stood. I spoke too soon, the flames are getting too intense, the protective charms are burning away...! She cringed, wielding the now azure fire blade, swinging it wildly at the two approaching creatures who had closed the distance! A dome of flame radiating from her swings, burning anything caught in the expanding wall of blue flame!

This caused Veran to grab both women on the crest of the nearby dune and pull them away before they were singed!

Once the hot air dissipated, the sand around the training ground was covered in a layer of ash, and glistening glass, with Miya at its center... The blade's flames died down, and she slowly turned to the sound of the women screaming out in surprise.

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Miya removed her kitsune mask, and turned to the trio. She didn't recognize any of them, but she drew her eyes to the man's sword. That looks like Yamato...! She blinked, taken aback for a moment, before her attention turned to one of the frog things now popping up behind the trio! Her eyes widened, swinging the hefty ootachi around, into a reverse grip, held out her open hand to aim, and then threw the blade like a javelin! The long tachi flew past the man's shoulder, striking the beast through its open maw, knocking it backward!

"...I hit it." She says under her breath, before her eyes redirected to another climbing up the hill to the man's left?! How many of these damn things are there?! She mentally spat, not thinking when she saw it spit its tongue out at him and began sprinting to his aid! "Look out!" She cried, making the distance before the tongue could hit him, her right arm bent and raised in front of her face as the rubbery, sticky tongue coiled around her arm, the back of her head and across her arm again! "Hnnng!!" She grunted eyes wide as her forearm was forced against her face, her large eyes wavering as she tried to struggle with the tongue, her right arm immobilized! "Damn... creature!" Her voice albeit muffled as she spoke against her arm, saliva caked in her hair, rolling down her arm, soaking into her bandages. She reached into her top with her left hand, yanking out a few omnyo talismans! "Banish... to oblivio--aahhhhn?!" She screamed, feeling another tongue slip around her hips, her body dragged off her feet into the mouths of two hungry alien toads!! She felt the maw wrap around her head and shoulders, and felt her legs swallowed and jiggling ass chewed by a slimy, rubbery maw!

The frogs fought over the tasty ninja priestess, the talismans falling uselessly and carried off in the wind! her left arm hanging practically limp between the fighting frog creatures, saliva soaking through her expensive red robes, her torso feeling like it was going to be torn in half if the beasts kept it up! "Dammit, arrrrrgggh!!" Miya exclaimed, her jiggling breasts bouncing between the monster's throat and the back of its tongue, her mask drifting off into the darkness of its belly all the while! She struggled there, the pair of beasts playing tug of war with her body... threatening to to tear the woman apart!!
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Post  Fubuki Sat Dec 19, 2020 2:06 pm

Fubuki heard that the Kunoichi Inari was powerful... but seeing it first hand for herself was impressive if not terrifying, but it seemed even the most skilled of individuals had their off days. She looked on, wide eyed and jaw agape as the ninja was drawn in by the pair of frog monsters. "How many of these things are there?!" She says, growing pissed as she raises her hand out of reflex:

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The frog creature with its mouth around the woman's legs began to glow green, its body crunching in her grasp as she began to tighten her hold! "OH! Look, my powers are--waaah!?" She screamed, feeling the tongue slip around her waist and yank her away, Veran's coat falling away as she was reeled backwards into another monster's maw! Her focus on the creature nomming the kunoichi was lost in an instant and the beast returned to trying to devour the poor woman alive!

Fubuki screamed hands clasped around the edges of the maw, her back upon the surface of the tongue, her legs kicking wildly as the monster gripped her hips and began to push her back down the maw! "Not again!!!" She screamed, trying to channel her powers once more and rip the beast apart but found her concentration marred by the gyrating jaws of the creature! How many things were there out there in the desert to eat to make this many creature-

She then remembered the chicken farm close to the Beijio City boarder... and thought if this was happening now in the city...! "Oh dear..." *MUNCH*

Fubuki lacking all concentration, was quickly devoured. Her kicking, naked legs and jiggling ass pedaling furiously as the beast pulled her into his gullet by grabbing her thighs and shoving them down the gullet! She would be gone in a few seconds, the monster's paunch filling out with a wiggling form that bounced. It decided not to stick around, and began to waddle off with its lunch to digest her quietly...
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Post  BastionCon Sat Dec 19, 2020 4:24 pm

Veran allowed the ootachi to fly by his head. He knew the frogs were around, but he could react within a moment's notice to dispatch of them all. What he hadn't expected was Miya's decision to use herself as a heroic sacrifice. Veran could only watch in disbelief as she threw herself before the the tongue of the frog, covering the vast distance in only only a few seconds. "At least her speed is admirable..." He thought aloud while watching two frogs being to devour her head at head and feet.

The reproduction of the frogs was not to be underestimated as there were far more than he expected after already slaughtering so many. Veran leaned down and drew his blade, decapitating the frog that had been devouring Miya's legs. While preparing to pivot and slay the remaining the beasts, Veran felt a sharp pang in the center of his back. Not not! Of all times.... An old wound from a battle long ago flared up, causing the swordsman to double over in pain and recoil as if he had suffered a life threatening blow. He maintained his hold on the sheath and hilt of his sword, but he could only see his knees after falling to the ground, legs recoiling to his head in severe pain.

It felt as if a fire had been ignited within his back, sending searing jolts of pain throughout his entire body. Veran crumpled over in extreme pain while the women around him suffered as a result...

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Masame gasped as a frog lashed out with its tongue, Veran still doubling over. "Ve-Aaagh!" She screamed in horror as she was whisked into the creaure's maw, head once again tucked into its disgusting jowls. She was being devoured alive yet again in such a short amount of time. What had she done to deserve this?!

Seeing the decapitation of another of its kin, the beast decided to devour her swiftly. First her head was engulfed before being lifted high into the air, her body now staring directly at the ground. "Release me now!" She cried though her muffled shouts were inaudible to the outside world. Her cleavage fell quickly into its jaws while her arms were pinned to her side, already restricting her movements. The agent's shapely legs kicked throughout the air, short skirt falling over to reveal her white panties.

She would have been embarrassed had her life not be at stake. But the thought quickly died down once her thighs fell into the frog's throat, shirt disappearing before them. Her heels kicked in all directions, futilely wasting her stamina in a useless attempt to slow the frog. It was only a few seconds later that her entire body had disappeared into its maw, her curvaceous body being deposited into its bulging stomach moments later.

"Not again!" Masame gasped, now constricted in the all too familiar confines of the frog's gut. Acid had already begun to flood the chamber, threatening to digest her alive once more...

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Veran could only watch in pain as his companions and possible apprentice were devoured, the possibility of digestion all too real for the three of them...
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