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|Subject Post 1Subject: " Are You The Silent Type ? " [Private, Yuukinan] Tue Sep 20, 2016 6:09 pm|| |
Another day, though this one was filled with a bit more vigor. Rather than spending his morning moping around and walking like he was aimless, he decided today would be better if he went and partook in some shooting practice. So he headed off to the range to get ready to fire off some rounds. What he was doing was essentially a basic drill to him. He had a basic 9 millimeter handgun, nothing fancy. With five loaded magazines already filled with bullets. He inhaled, then exhaled and pointed the gun towards the targets.
A series of loud bangs were heard as he pulled on the trigger over and over, each bullet making a perfect circle around the “Center Mass”. One more.
Now it was time to fuck around a bit. He got the longer magazine in what seem to be a flash, quickly discarding the spare and pushing the longer accessory right into the bottom of the gun. Locking it back, and cocking it, he aimed once more. Another consecutive series of shots made right along the target. He seem to have a rather steady hand, and the recoil was easily being dealt with. Shells of the bullets left to bounce right off onto his arm and against his eyes, which were safe since he of course was wearing protection.
Though the Center Mass was actually hit around this time, and there were holes along the outer rim as well to mark how well he had ended up shooting. That being said, he was done with target practice at that point and decided to just finish up the time that he ended up paying for. Sliding another fresh magazine in and firing off more rounds, and then discarding that one. Washing, rinsing, and repeating. Just putting several bullet holes all inside of the rings of the target and not one time out of it until he eventually ran out of ammo and pulled the target up to him.
I’m getting a little better every day.
He smiled to himself and then went to remove the target and take it home with him. Once that was done, he would throw it inside of his house and lock the door back and now look for something else to do. The shooting range was always a fun time, even back in the day where he wasn’t as skilled with a fire arm and nearly took off his own head. The training he had to endure a while back wasn’t filled with too many good moments, but in the end he was able to achieve it well enough. That level of efficiency that wouldn’t so much as just please his clan, but please him as well. He wanted to become that strong, that fast, to do whatever it takes to defend and stand up against the beings that he’s still a bit shaky on. Demons and the like, whom all are by default viewed as impure and disgusting beings until they show otherwise.
For now though, he won’t lose himself in all of that hate. As he’s out on his off day, a day for him to just relax. So now he’s just looking all around for something, anything. Perhaps even a person of interest that might end up catching his eye.
"Winners win, losers lose. I can't explain it any better than that.I don't know how it happens, but winners win.And if you create a culture of losing, if you keep being a victim,if you keep letting losing happen to you. If you keep letting people do you and treat you any kind of way it's gonna become a culture."
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|Subject Post 2Subject: Re: " Are You The Silent Type ? " [Private, Yuukinan] Sat Sep 24, 2016 2:13 pm|| |
Rakshasa Of Wrath
Death Energy Merge
Artist: Arrowhead & Zentra - Song: Funkyard - Word Count: 510
Yuukinan was wandering in the living realm once more. It's just something she does, well, in her DE form that is. She won't just walk around in her normal demon form and attract attention. Not the best idea in the world frankly. But, she liked to wander in her DE Merge. It helped keep her identity as a Rakshasa quiet. It definitely helped that she always laid low. Of course, if laying low counts as jumping between buildings, then yeah; she lays low. She also hates to walk with humans. If she had to, she would likely end up smashing all of their skulls in. After a couple of seconds she landed in an alley to fix her gloves as well as her overcoat. After a couple of seconds some sleaze-bag came up from behind her and grabbed her hip. Before he could even talk about the things he was going to do to Yuukinan she turned and kicked his head; snapping his neck and nearly ripping his head off.
Yuukinan sighed softly. Oh well, just a sleaze of a human anyways. Nothing to worry about really. She wiped his blood off of her shoes and and lightly touched the man. She aged him until he was nothing but dirt. She wiped her hand off and then jumped back onto the top of the building. Damn humans were so gross they'd try to fuck a girl in an alley. Obviously the guy didn't notice the Katana that she was holding in her left hand. Which, was okay. She did not need some asshole crying about a lady with a Katana. She looked down at the humans and then sighed. Bloody disgusting bastards.
She continued to jump between buildings, having no idea that someone who would technically be her enemy was in the area around her. She kept on moving around the buildings of the city. She was definitely not completely aware of the guy who was at a shooting range earlier. How could she? She didn't normally try to notice most people. Frankly, she may end up running into him out of nowhere. Hell, that's what normally happens with a lot of her encounters.
Yuukinan continued to jump from building to building; lost in her thoughts. She would have no idea that a random guy would likely see her and then become intrigued. Then again, he might not. However, even her DE Merge appearance was not subtle, she carried a Katana around whenever she was in that form. She stopped and sat on top of a rather tall building. She stared up at the sky. If there was anything she could love about the human world, it was the sky. She had a strange love about the sky that she could not explain. In the midst of all the madness of the ground below she laid down on the building and continued to stare up at the sky. The only trace of her was her feet hanging off the side of the building.