[MINORS DNI.]
[ Makoto, Rindokan's Lone Practitioner. ]
[ Post SFIV. ]
[ Non-Lewd. ]
[ Looking for fighters, SLs and memories to take on, make or enjoy! ]
[ Further details below as needed, please read. ]
❣️ + 🔄 ?
Makoto would glance around a moment, as if debating on what tonight could go on with if she chose not to accept.
..
And yet.
" Sure. I could do with beating some bad guys in. Had experience dealing with--
Ross' idea might be a little too optimistic as he thought to bring Makoto all along. Perhaps this was his way of seeing of her -
An hour or so at most.
" Well.. uhm.. would...you... bebusyafter..? "
Saying all three words quickly together, unsure on what or where she's going with this..but she'll plunge in anyways.
Makoto would glance around a moment, as if debating on what tonight could go on with if she chose not to accept.
..
And yet.
" Sure. I could do with beating some bad guys in. Had experience dealing with--
" I won't ask about that then, that'll be your business alone. "
Shaking a couple times before letting go.--
He honestly wanted to scoff in her face and walk away, but he wasn't feeling so hostile today, so he'll play now.
Although... The offer would have to be denied for a -
" I won't ask about that then, that'll be your business alone. "
Shaking a couple times before letting go.--
We don't need to brawl or dismember each other, maybe just a few strikes and seeing each other out.
Won't be trying to take you down. "
Makoto could see where he was coming from, knowing that--
Though, he can tell that she had a short temper it seemed, which can easily expose a few faults that she may or may -
Another bow of her head, the hotheaded rindokan practitioner offering respect towards them and their blunt nature.
" But.. maybe I could learn more to fill in those gaps.
About you, I mean. "
Scratching her pokey hair.
We don't need to brawl or dismember each other, maybe just a few strikes and seeing each other out.
Won't be trying to take you down. "
Makoto could see where he was coming from, knowing that--
💫RB26
💫OC/MV.
💫Minors Denied.
💫Art sharing.
💫10+ yrs Exp.
💫Descriptive.
💫Non-Shipping.
💫Welcoming/Approachable.
💫RT's/FAVs appreciated.
Further info below.
⌨ Authored by #Rtizan
💫RB26
💫OC/MV.
💫Minors Denied.
💫Art sharing.
💫10+ yrs Exp.
💫Descriptive.
💫Non-Shipping.
💫Welcoming/Approachable.
💫RT's/FAVs appreciated.
Further info below.
⌨ Authored by #Rtizan
Taking a moment to ponder his words and let the crudeness slash rudeness pass over a moment before realizing how much of an jerk she sounded.
Dad would not be happy, looking down.--
Quickly interrupting her when she mentioned the assumption on his part. Ross was just one to quickly retort whenever such crude responses are hurled his way, never the one to cherry pick through a dispute.
"Fighting for the family's legacy, huh? Excuse my fuckin' -
..
Okay? "
Taking a moment to ponder his words and let the crudeness slash rudeness pass over a moment before realizing how much of an jerk she sounded.
Dad would not be happy, looking down.--
[Codename: 'Tiger Lily']
- Assassin for Hire.
- Not new to RP.
- Marvel RP(Street Level)/Multiverse OC.
- Descriptive.
- No Lewd Allowed.
- RT & Like.
#Døgma
[Codename: 'Tiger Lily']
- Assassin for Hire.
- Not new to RP.
- Marvel RP(Street Level)/Multiverse OC.
- Descriptive.
- No Lewd Allowed.
- RT & Like.
#Døgma
Clang!
Halting her training and punching the cage between them with a small sideways strike. Oaken-colored pupils glare across at the repo man without a moments hesitation.
" I don't fight for myself. Hoping I fight some massive brawler gets taken down so I can boost--
Ross was more of a businessman, at least when it came to using his talents for the right caused. He might have trained -
Clang!
Halting her training and punching the cage between them with a small sideways strike. Oaken-colored pupils glare across at the repo man without a moments hesitation.
" I don't fight for myself. Hoping I fight some massive brawler gets taken down so I can boost--
Huffing angrily, still internally pissed off at her situation with father and grandfather's place.. but what more could be done about it, huh?
Though his mentioning of bounty work would perk her--
Ross has been training, mostly self defense, since he was 15. He was technically homeless while living with his human mother inside of a -
" Your body type.. "
Scratching her chin a moment before pointing towards him.
" Tells me you're strong. Very strong! "
Huffing angrily, still internally pissed off at her situation with father and grandfather's place.. but what more could be done about it, huh?
Though his mentioning of bounty work would perk her--
The rindokan practitioner would offer them a small grin, her spunky hair bristling softly within a gentle breeze that blew between them.
" Look strong enough at least.. maybe my rindokan could test it's mettle on you. "
Keeping where she was for now.
The rindokan practitioner would offer them a small grin, her spunky hair bristling softly within a gentle breeze that blew between them.
" Look strong enough at least.. maybe my rindokan could test it's mettle on you. "
Keeping where she was for now.
Now it's time someone humbled ya with their fists! "
Punching a hand into her fist.
Now it's time someone humbled ya with their fists! "
Punching a hand into her fist.
" Rindokan is all I need. The family styles taken down plenty of syndicates and so have I, without ever grabbing a gun. "-
Ross was wearing a compressed black short sleeve t-shirt, which covered his upper body but still showed his muscular core.
He was also wearing fingerless gloves, -
" Least you look like you're tough enough to back up your words. "
The spunky tomboy would speak plainly and blunt, saving any sugarcoats for anytime she's not currently in a dingy.. underground fighting club.
" Rindokan is all I need. The family styles taken down plenty of syndicates and so have I, without ever grabbing a gun. "-
She doesn't poke any longer, the karateka going down onto both knees before this larger creature and relaxing her hands onto both thighs.
Quietly preparing a meditative kneel before them.
Poking his nose.
Poke poke.
She doesn't poke any longer, the karateka going down onto both knees before this larger creature and relaxing her hands onto both thighs.
Quietly preparing a meditative kneel before them.
Red Arremer/Firebrand - Ghosts N' Goblins (1985)
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ /Gargoyle's Quest (1990)
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ #CapcomRP/#MVRP
🔥=RP 18+/SFW only
🔥=Casual/Serious
🔥=Plot-SL Seeking
🔥=Fights Encouraged
🔥=Crossover Content ALSO Encouraged
Red Arremer/Firebrand - Ghosts N' Goblins (1985)
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ /Gargoyle's Quest (1990)
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ #CapcomRP/#MVRP
🔥=RP 18+/SFW only
🔥=Casual/Serious
🔥=Plot-SL Seeking
🔥=Fights Encouraged
🔥=Crossover Content ALSO Encouraged
Poking his nose.
Poke poke.
Poking his nose.
Poke poke.
A quiet huff from the tomboy fighter, casually turning around and leaning onto the dummy with an arm over it's right shoulder.. seemingly unafraid of any weapon he had on them.
Foolhardy? Stupid? Both?
Probably.
" Toughest talk with the biggest advantages.--
He shook his head, clearly his remarks wouldn’t mean that he didn’t believe, more of a joke since he knew how men could get in this city.
“That’s how much he charged you for that key? Fuckin’ -
A quiet huff from the tomboy fighter, casually turning around and leaning onto the dummy with an arm over it's right shoulder.. seemingly unafraid of any weapon he had on them.
Foolhardy? Stupid? Both?
Probably.
" Toughest talk with the biggest advantages.--
Her angled karate chop would halt inches before the chin, hearing a voice which yanked her from this training bubble that had shielded her towards anything beyond these chained walls.
Glancing back, brown eyes peering through black-hex-wire to see this stranger leaning--
Had he’d not known that someone like was going to be here, he might have reached for his oversized magnum on his hip and -
" Hoo.. HAH-! "
A stomp, a strike.
Reset.
Her worn black gi bristling with fervor while she moved around with an equal dedication to match.. inside her own world at this moment... unaware of the stranger.
Her angled karate chop would halt inches before the chin, hearing a voice which yanked her from this training bubble that had shielded her towards anything beyond these chained walls.
Glancing back, brown eyes peering through black-hex-wire to see this stranger leaning--
Having moved herself inside that caged arena, bringing with them a training dummy setup on it's post;
--
The said location happened to be one of the sites used for an underground cage fighting ring, one that was legal, at the same -
Heading for the locker rooms now, tote bag in tow for a change out.
Having moved herself inside that caged arena, bringing with them a training dummy setup on it's post;
--
[Maggie Sakimoto. Alias; "Caliber".]
- Freelance Informant/Arsenal Provider.
- Not new to RP.
- Marvel RP(Street Level)/Multiverse OC.
- Descriptive.
- No Lewd Allowed.
- RT & Like.
#Døgma
[Maggie Sakimoto. Alias; "Caliber".]
- Freelance Informant/Arsenal Provider.
- Not new to RP.
- Marvel RP(Street Level)/Multiverse OC.
- Descriptive.
- No Lewd Allowed.
- RT & Like.
#Døgma
Step, step, step, step.
Sneakerbound feet would bring forth perpetual movements, black cargo pants alongside a dark hoodie keeping the passerby safe from any who may spot them or identify.
Rain, a torrential downpour brought on by a winter--
Step, step, step, step.
Sneakerbound feet would bring forth perpetual movements, black cargo pants alongside a dark hoodie keeping the passerby safe from any who may spot them or identify.
Rain, a torrential downpour brought on by a winter--