Renued, refreshed, and ready to kill (anyone)

OoC: Alright, who is going to be the guinea pig for my new styled far more detailed writing? Will it be you, or you, or you!?

*continues pointing around the room as people are speechless to this total idiot and madman*

Anyway, Tuariv is ready once again, he's done with vacationing in Bermuda.

Tuariv: You lie! We spent only a month or so on a smelly beach!

Can it!

Tuariv: No you can it! Arrrrr!

*large dustball ensues*

BiC: (finally)

A cold wind pressed against his back as he forced himself into a very uncomfortable position, above the ground, on a wall, near an open window. The bricks used in creation of the castle were none to good, moisture emitted from them, making it very hard to hold oneself on them. Not only that, but it was cold, very cold, and Tuariv did not like it. There could of course be many reasons for this, but the only one was that the fighters blood was not warm in any way.

At the moment however, he did not care, "Have these papers sent down to the offices if you could, I'll stay and work on that other cancelled project."

Tuariv breathed silently, letting go from the solid stone wall and landing on the padded rug on the oval shaped room. It was dimly lit, a few torches. As for architecture, not very well thought of in case of thieves, or other people with completely different occupations. Simple ornaments dotted the room, plants and a single chandelere.

Two men were in the room, one at a large brown desk with many drawers, and the other at the only door in the room, who soon proceded to leave, shutting the door behind himself. The one left whistled as he brought out a small stack of papers and plopped them down in front of himself, letting out a sigh as he did. Twiddling a single quill in his fingers he pressed a hand to his face and slumped, undoubtably thinking to himself, or already in deep thought from the begining, one couldn't be sure at all of which one it was.

Hidden though was one more person, Tuariv, standing directly behind the lone man like a haunting ghost, and just as visible as one. The fighter smiled, baring a large row of razor sharp teeth. Immediatly he brought a hand up, his body becoming visible, and with one single and swift movement, slashed at the mans neck. Quickly, quietly, and deadly. Blood splattered as the mans body slumped forward into the papers, turning them a disgusting and sickly red color. It didn't last though as it then slowly moved and fell into the floor, turning that red to as the blood flowed like water on a flat surface.

A sack was brought out, followed by a large cleaving weapon. The neck of the now dead man was pierced once again, larger amounts of blood flowing easily, and in a far speedier fashion. The head now detatched from the body, was placed into the sack, and the assassin disappeared as the morning orange sun surfaced from the distant hills.

*****

A stranger passed through the bustling town, a sack in tow slung around his back like a bunch of groceries. He did not falter in movement, making his way through the usual crowds like a ghost. At first glance you'd see only a dark, loomy, and mysterious masked figure. A select few however knew his secrets.

The town was a busy one, constantly busy with people running from one place to the next in their daily lives. Some getting to work, others buying foods and assorted goods from multiple vendors that were scattered around like crumbs you feed to pigeons in a park. Everything was loud, quite obnoxious to those who had other pressing and far more important matters to attend to, the figure was no exception. He chose to ignore it all to the best of his ability, as he had long ago.

The destination of this person, a building near the center of all the nosie, if most people knew what it was however, they'd be sure to steer clear of it. This was the bounty hunter central hub of the region, a large assortment of different individuals come to this place. You enter, you recieve a job, and then you act it out, and in return are rewarded with some sort of payment. The more gruesome and sick people do it for fun, for most of the jobs involve killing a specified person, usually an important person.

The sack holding figure entered, and promplty dropped the package on the very first desk he could reach. For such a dark place, it held a surprising amount of sofistication. Expensive looking ornaments, plants and other things of the sort covered the everything from top to bottom, no doubt to keep an upholding within the local kingdom and not insult guests.

"My my my, we return once again?" A tall man stated to the masked young man.

This person was the type you could easily recognise upon first looks, the type who thought of themselves as better people than others. The masked man only narrowed his eyes, waiting for the tall man to do something.

"Silent treatment again?"

The mask figure decided just now to let out a few words, "If I was allowed, I would stab you through the heart and burn your carcass, now make with the payment and give me another target."

"Hostile still?"

"You piss me off greatly, and bad things happen to people that piss me off. Now make with the payment before I ignore the law and do something unpleasent."

"Fine fine, ten thousand ruppees as the job states, just to make sure though..." he peered into the bag, a white expression coming over his face as he did, "... yep... that's... him."

The man ducked behind the desk and came back up, placing a large brown bag on the smooth and clear desk, making a jingling sound as it did. The masked figure proceded to then grab the bag and pocket it promptly.

"So another so soon ay... well here's one. A local gang of thieves have been causing a large amount of trouble during the night and even in the day so you need to go to their hideout which is north of here and dispose of them all. As usual we'll need proff so bring back the head of their leader."

"Got it," the masked figure said. And with that walked out the door.

OoC: One on one, not a quest.

OoC:
Well, here I come, introducing Ruby to the field. Link in signature.

Hello again Scoria. Though we didn't really get much of a chance to RP or battle together, I made a few posts in Out of There World.

BiC:
Ruby found herself walking through a destroyed ruins, she had, been transported to another place, or perhaps time. "Ugh, this warping can fry my systems, what is wrong back there?" she said to herself, wandering the ruins. She noticed several strange things. There were cacti, and desert roses.

Once the storm finally cleared up, she noticed where she was. She had been placed in a desert. "Ugh, a sandy... dry... desert. My kinda place." She continued to walk, after noticing a large mass of builings. People were wondering the streets, and most suspiciously. There were large, brick buildings as well. "Perhaps there will be some information of where I am out here. I certainly hope so, cause I am not about to wander a lifeless desert all day long..."

*****

She came to a stop in the village, she saw people, busy people. Walking the streets, and other, more suspicious looking people. One, however, was a man in a mask, carrying a large sack, it looked like a garbage sack. He walked into a building, that later caught her attention. It was a bounty hunter's hub. Clearly she didn't like the looks of it. So... She decided to snoop around a bit. She listened in as some men, the masked one smaller than the other. She overheard their conversation, and she realized what was in the sack as well. A human body, whether it was cut up, or just stuffed in there, didn't come to her mind. But she knew she should keep an eye on this strange fellow.

He walked out the door, and started heading north. She followed him.

OoC: Okay, how was that? Did I mess something up?

Tuariv turned past the north gates of the town, heading into the direction that his next target was said to have been. As he left there were two guards, neither one said anything as they eyed him suspiciously through worn metal, full helmets. As they turned themselves and watched him leave they could swear they saw a tail appear.

Soon now the noise of the city was gone, all quiet and the landscape changed a steady and smooth pace. The dew covered grass became rough and hard, eventually disappearing completely and becoming sand. The sun was hot and warmed Tuariv all over making him feel very much comfortable. Cactus' dotted the sea of sand, as well as deadly animals that roamed, such as a lizard that bathed in the sun on a flat rock.

Time passed very slowly, it seemed to Tuariv. The fighter simply thought to himself as he stared at the endless plain and the many dunes, lucky for him this did not last long as something of small importance came into view. Footprint, about five pairs, all going in one direction. These tracks were obviously fresh from only an hour or less ago by looking closely at them, more than a day and all five would've been covered over by harsh winds.

Tuariv bore his teeth into a smile and dashed forward, up and over a dune. Stopping here he observed the land, looking all around. His eyes moved back to where he had come from, and in the distance there was a few glimmers of something very shiny coming towards him. It was to far away however for its details to be seen, so ignoring it Tuariv placed his eyes onto another landmark, an Oasis, right where the tracks led.

Ruby walked for the oasis, realizing the person was behind her, she was ready for anything he was about to do. As she neared the oasis. The thermal energy in her body, at this time. Was going overtime, the sun on her metal body was very energizing, she continued for the oasis. Ready to take cover in the water, just to make sure that the person, whoever he was. Didn't know she was actually there.

Once she reached the oasis, she found a bush, large enough for her to stay behind until she got inside the pond-like mass of water. It was really clear, and that was one problem. Luckily, there was a large rock in the water, so she could hide behind that until he arrived. Just a few more minutes, and he should be here soon, she thought. Her head to the side of the rock, and her eyes keeping a close watch on him.

There were red scorpion-like creatures swimming through the water, but she didn't let them distract her, they couldn't possibly penetrate her metal body anyway. As a matter of fact, she could use them to her advantage. She continued to wait behind the rock for the man, not moving a muscle, so as to disturb the flow of water. She stayed completely, and silently still.

Besides the pond, a couple of trees, and the obvious hideout of the thieves, there was nothing in the area at all. Tuariv shifted his feet through the corse sand and strolled the deserted area watching everything carefully. The hideout at first glance seemed very small, a tunnel carved into a dune of sand, the whole thing must've been wettened with the water of the pond regularly to retain some density and stay together otherwise it would just crumble into another pile of sand.

The tough warrior knew exactly what he was doing and merely walked in very casually, as if he owned the place. But before he was even out of sight from the darkness within the tunnel, his body vanished. Half an hour passed, and out walked the young masked stranger, holding a blood covered sack, the contents undoubtly the head of the leader of the gang of thieves he'd been sent to kill.

All was quiet and still as Tuariv walked to the pond, noticing many strange little creatures. He dipped a hand into the water, pulled down his mask, and drank the clear pure liquid. As the young man opened his eyes though he noticed something strange in the water, the outline of a person, and very slight movement.

Curious of what it could be he dived straight into the water, leaving the bag behind. As the fighter approached the movement became swift and dashed quickly past him, a red girl. But after seeing many odd things it did not bother Tuariv in the least. Swimming back up to the surface he forced his head out of the water, shook his head from all the water in his hair, and looked up to see a weapon to his throat.

OoC: I just noticed there is no personality on Ruby's page....)

OoC: Crap! I forgot that! Okay, well, if you read and understand her profile, that you should be able to tell what her personality is like.

BiC:
Ruby stood firm, her arm out, holding the spear to the, now obvious, lizard-like man's neck. "Interesting species," she said. Standing there as stiff as a pillar. "I wonder how easy it would be to penetrate the skin? What was your purpose for killing that man back there? Both of those men?"

Her eyes carefully fixated on his reptilian eyes. He didn't say a word, he just stood there with his eyes staring at her's. They were both standing there, completely silent. "Stop giving me the silent treatment, I could end your miserable life right here if I wanted to, but. I'm not that kind of Reploid," She pulled her spear away from his neck, and put it on her back. "I understand that you were doing that for bounty, but why the other man? These were petty thieves, but they deserve a fair trial. How would you feel if you were killed without even being given a trial?"

She walked off towards the outside of the oasis. "I don't have time to deal with murderers. Go get your money. I can obviously tell that you don't have the time to fight," she said. Her eyes still carefully aimed at the man.

OoC: You never said he was in human form.

OoC: Well he only has his mask on when human... and have hair...

BiC:

"I'm no murderer, I just enforce the law as this kingdom wants, and if it wants a man or group dead, then so be it. But if it's a fight your looking for-"

Tuariv stepped out ofthe water, dripping wet, wiping his face clear. In seconds he looked like a normal human, and disappeared in the blink of an eye, to reappear behind Ruby, "Then you came to the right guy."

Out of pure reflex Ruby swung her lance to Tuarivs head, it met with a "clang" against his own weapon of choice, a large cleaving weapon, a claymore. The young man stared Ruby in the eyes, in thought until speaking, "You're one of those... robots."

"You know about robots?" Ruby questioned, surprised that he would know.

Tuariv loosened his grip letting his weapon down for just the moment, "I've met your type, yes, coming from another place far away..." The reploid girl carefully eyed the fighter as he twirled his weapon around, "You want a fight though, so you got one!"

The young man hefted his weapon above his shoulders, bringing it down with a heavy force upon Ruby's lance, pushing her downward through the sand. Not giving in however, she pushed back, enough to break the lock and double backflip away. He's the power type... she said to herself, looking at him as he readied another heavy strike.

"Not fast enough!" She let out, moving toward Tuariv's legs. The young man however knew all the tricks opponents would use against the heavy power type. Jumping ever so slightly he landed a kick into Ruby's chest, sending her skidding two feet.

"I can't quite say you have some nerve hitting a lady. Now can I?" Ruby taunted. Her feet implanted into the sand, with skidmarks in front of them. "Quite the kick you have there, does it come with the package?"

Ruby knew that if she taunted him enough, perhaps he would get angry, and when you're angry. You're desperate. If I had faught an opponant like this before... wait, I have. Kyzer, yes. I have faught an opponent like this before. she thought. His kick was about the same as Kyzer's that one fateful day. So maybe, just maybe she could at least have enough time to get away. She didn't know if he planned to fight her just for fun, because of what she said. Or if he was actually trying to obliterate her.

If what he said was true, and he had seen reploids before, than he would know their fighting style, though allot of them have a different fighting style, most of them are the same in strength. She started to swing her lance vigorously, her hands and arms moving at an amazing pace. She started to walk towards him. "Perhaps you have faught with us before, but. Were the others set on protecting the human race?" she asked. Once she was within six feet of him, she leaped from the ground at an amazing reflex. And landed to the right of him. She spun around and kicked him in the chest, unexpectedly. Knocking him on his back. "I return the favor." She now had her lance up to his neck. Her body standing above him. She was ready for anything he could do with his legs.

OoC: Your call.

Tuariv smirked as he looked up as the reploid held the weapon to his neck, again. Ruby knew he was plotting something, "Not specificly a reploid I've fought, but I have fought the general robot type."

"And have any of them gotten you like this?" Ruby asked, pushing the lance slightly into his skin.

"Like what?" Tuariv smiled, looking down at Ruby's red feet.

Suspicious of what he was doing, the reploid did the same, to see a slim green mass coiled around her ankles, snaking out from under the sand. Whether it was because she was made of metal, or because he had distracted her, neither mattered, but now she was trapped. With a slightly stunned look she stared at Tuarivs face as it morphed into a monsterous lizard being. It bore all of its razor sharp teeth, but Ruby only saw this for a moment before being slung into the air, and down into the sand which luckily padded her from most of the force.

Before than was even a moment to react the sun was blotted out and Tuarivs figure came quickly into view as he came upon the reploid girl in seconds. She had fast reflexes however, and rolled out of the way quickly as a pair of claws landed in the place her head hand been. Ruby gripped her lance tight and flipped up to her feet, facing the ferocious warrior.

"You're a most dangerous one, I may have to kill you to save future lives." Ruby spat out.

"That's a shame because I could crush your head in seconds."

OoC: Sorry for being so late Scor, here goes.

"I may think otherwise," she replied. As if she was being as calm as the wind in this, hot, and desolate desert. She began to walk around him. The calm, red reploid started to wave her index finger. "Sombody has been a bad lizard. I think you are going to need an attitude adjustment." Now she was just playing with him again. She continued to walk in circles around him, waiting for him to strike.

The reploid, still confident as ever. Just watched the lizard's eyes carefully, paying the same amount of attention to his long, and powerful tail. She had a smirk on her face as she just kept on going. This is getting boring, when is he gonna strike? Wait! Perhaps he thinks that I am going to strike first. she thought. Her eyes still focused on his, and his tail. The reploid suddenly jumped away, running for the open of the desert sands. I will just make it so he has no obsticles to use against me. Since he IS a lizard, and I can't have him jumping of trees. Now can I?

OoC: How was that?

Edit: Short... -.- Oh brother... How can people do this without controlling the other character at all?

OoC: ?

BiC:

Tuariv sighed as he watched the reploid girl run off over a dune. He looked back to the bag containing the thief gang leader head, I'll just have to leave it here for now, he said to himself. Double checking to make sure both his swords were with him, crouching and running across the land on all fours, he made his way quickly up and over the dune. Ruby's armor shined in the distance, like a star on the ground, to Tuariv it was a mere beacon.

The fighter watched the glimmer get farther and farther away, running away? No, something else. After deciding what'd be faster, he closed his eyes and soon the scales across his body disappeared. Tuariv pulled his mask up over his mouth and began dashing across the land as fast as he could, until squinting at Ruby. Within seconds the land began to warp and grow dim.

As Ruby ran she made sure to keep a close eye behind her as she moved into a completely desloate area devoid of anything but sand. She turned to await Tuariv, easily spotting his clothes against the red sand. Something odd was afoot however, at first he seemed to be running as fast as he could, but in seconds he was darting through the sand like lightning and before Ruby knew it, Tuariv was high above her, coming down in a large swipe with one of his claymores.

All to easily the reploid rolled out of the way, readying herself with the lance in her hand. Quickly she moved through the sand, in a zig zag pattern, Tuariv held his weapon to his side for a sweeping motion to counter this, and he did, their weapons met end to end. Tuariv moved fast to trip Ruby, but she jumped slightly into the air, kicking Tuariv in the shin. Loosing his balance the fighter let go of his side of the lock and fell backwards attempting to keep his balance. Ruby made a move now, running straight towards Tuariv in a stabbing motion, but he let himself fall just as the weapon came to his chest.

Tuariv caught his hands on the ground and quickly pushed his body back up, crouched, and moved to the exposed back of Ruby at a low angle close to the ground.

OoC: Owch... Sorry for being so late... I kept on thinking about replying... But I never did. I'm in the mood to have a violent battle, so this post may start something big.

BiC:
Okay hybrid, time to play by my rules, Ruby thought. She did a back flip and landed behind him. Her lance in both hands. The man turned around, just before Ruby did several backflips to stay away from him. He just kept running at her. Perhaps I should think of a new plan? she thought. She stopped the backflips and launched a stake from her lance. It just stuck into one of Tuariv's hands like a sliver. All to easily, he pulled it out and chucked it at her, as if it hadn't phased him at all. Darn! He's way too strong... At least he can't forge them into weapons...

She knew that if she lost she would probably be destroyed. I'll just have to go down swinging, she thought. She then ran for the man, her lance in one hand, dragging it on the ground behind her. "Get ready for a fierce battle hybrid!" she shouted. They both swung their weapons, and with a loud clang they were clashed together.

"I may not look it, but I'm stronger than you think," Ruby explained. Her artificial teeth, grinding together. "I'm not about to let you off easily pal!"

She pushed her weapon forward, slightly overcoming the hybrid, however. There was one problem. The sand was not allowing her to stand very firm, she continued to push, however. Tuariv's pushing force kept her stance firm.

They were both stuck in the lock, staring eye-to-eye.

OoC: How was that?