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|Subject Post 1Subject: "Certainly I won't get cancer." Fri Feb 06, 2015 10:52 am|| |
The gentle breeze of the ocean would flood his nose with the sharp scent of salt water. His eyes opening to the sound of a gull screeching overhead. Michael would stand up his fingers curling around the rusty railing of the trawler, Dragging himself to standing. His eyes blinking a few times training to remove the cloudy grain of sleep from their lenses. He would listen the various sounds flooding into him at all once. The familiar clicking of the metal tags around his neck. The soft hum of the diesel engine puttering along, Pushing the hunk of rusted metal across the pristine mirror of the ocean. His eyes shifting around a bit coming to rest at the cabin of the ship. The crazed eyed man behind the wheel. CEO of a company of Two people. Trip was his name, A man with a thousand Ideas every present.
The newest of this dreams would be the hostile take over of a small island for "Training." And "Wildlife preservation." This small dot of land in the middle of the pacific ocean was used for testing of Nuclear weapons some time in the past. "I certainly won't get cancer right?" was the question of choice when presented with plan to land on this island. His boss had assured him most certainly that he would not so off they went. He close his eyes once more. He had been on this ship for a week at this point. A light sunburn coated his shoulders, His beard stained by the salt water. His hands would raise from the railing wiping off the rust flakes onto his Flecktarn shorts. His hand coming up to grasp any loose strands of hair placing them into a knot upon his crown. His eyes staring off into the horizon would catch sight of a shadow. Land Ho.
The chugging rust bucket would come to turn it's side to the beach front. The loud clacking and whining of old machinery coming from the ship as a Mechanical bridge emerged from it's storage hold. The bridge would connect the beach front and the ship. Michael Stirling-Rose would step down into the rusted hull of the ship. His eyes scanning over the various olive drab containers. Some old and wooden, some new and plastic. He would bring his hand to the dog tags around his neck. Drawing his own spiritual energy into them. This coaxing out the soul inside. The figure only seen to those with spiritual affinity would appear. 7 feet in height. Bright blue eyes, and golden blonde hair. Clad in a period style leather armor, With a fur cape resting around his neck. A viking in the modern era. His Fullbring: Scar Tissue.
Using Scar Tissue was a second nature to Michael Stirling-Rose. It wasn't something that required extra thought or processing. It simple was another part of his body. The movements in the Fullbring would be the same as making a fist. Simple muscle memory and training would make this the easiest of task. He would spend the next few hours working in silence with his Fullbring. Unloading the ship onto the beach head. They would set up the operating base on the Peale island part of Wake Island. Camo Netting, Tables, And a few tents would scatter the FOB. He would come to sit ontop of the last box unloaded, The Figure of his comrade bringing a hand to rest on his shoulder before fading off. The light ching of his dog tags reforming around his neck would bring a aire of peace to Michael. His eyes would close slightly before standing up and moving into his tent. He would stop his eyes diverting and staring off into the woods.
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|Subject Post 2Subject: Re: "Certainly I won't get cancer." Fri Feb 06, 2015 11:27 am|| |
It had been one month since she had come to the island, and the young looking human sat atop a small hill to watch over the work she had done during this time. The remnant radiation had long ago been dealt with, plants flourishing in the environment. Brushing her vibrant blue hair away from her eyes, she marveled at what she had accomplished. It certainly wasn’t what she had thought would happen when she had started cleaning out her uncle’s attic. To find a book detailing an island he had protected and trained himself on, it was amazing. It was this book that had led Samantha Astraly to leave Karakura on her own and travel to this island. That was how she found out the secret her uncle had kept, the reason this island was so important to him and the reason he had bothered to create powerful wards around the island to stop others from coming here. The island itself sat upon multiple ley lines! Ley lines, strings of spiritual energy trapped within the earth itself, were extremely important for those like her. To create wards one must bind them to a ley line, and so long as the caster lives the ley line will maintain the ward.
Her arrival had her finding that her uncle’s wards had fallen, and she had not nearly the skill and dexterity with her own powers to reassemble his wards. Thus she only created a simple proximity alarm, a ward to let her know if anyone arrived upon the island. That moment, as she sat upon the rocky area, the ringing in her head started, the proximity alarm had been tripped by someone. Picking up the staff of wood that served as her walking stick, Samantha pulled the pendant out from beneath her tattered dress and pushed her hand against a nearby tree. With a surge of power the tree became alive, and with her clinging to it, the plant rose from the ground and trundled off in the direction of the beach. The roots of the tree propelling it along at speeds far faster then what Samantha could have hoped to achieve on her own two feet, and it was not long before they reached the edge of the foliage. It was here that she noticed the boat that had landed on the beach, her hand going straight to the beaded pouch on her hip, feeling peace at the presence of the well worn stones that lay within it.
As the tree replanted itself Samantha chose to walk out from the tree line, her dark blue eyes instantly taking in the humans who were there. Speaking up, her voice guarded and cautious, she hoped the men would answer her words in a positive way.
“Who are you and what are you doing here?”
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|Subject Post 3Subject: Re: "Certainly I won't get cancer." Fri Feb 06, 2015 12:58 pm|| |
Michael Stirling-Rose would have just finished placing a box upon the shore. His eyes shifting upwards hearing the crunching of feet against leaves. His hand moving to his chest slowly his fingers curling around the Dog Tags on his neck. His grip would lax seeing a female figure emerging from the tree line. He would remain cautious his eyes examining the staff in her grass. He would stand up walking over to the female staying outside of her range around 4 meters.
His hand would move to his backside, digging into his rear pocket removing a sheet of folded paper. Unfolding it to reveal a printed statement with a large seal of the Island of Wake on it. Unknown to him this was a forgery crafted by Trip. "Yes, My name is Michael Stirling-Rose. I am a member of Yggdrasil Defense Services. I have been sent to this island to observe, document, and preserve the local wildlife and fauna."
His body would shift walking over to the female. extending his hand to offer the sheet of paper to her. While this was occuring Trip would board the ship. Waving his hand as the rusted trawler would depart leaving Michael for his month long mission.
Michael Stirling-Rose would have his back to the ocean. Standing in front of the female. His body still not fully in sync with the souls of the island. His feet slowly digging into the dirt in case she posed a threat. He was use to the battles with Demons in Wales. He had seen combat across this land world. He knew not to take anything at face value.