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Soul Calibur RP

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"Bestah luck Cybelle!" Jinn said, clumsily carrying a bag full of wheat grains up the stairs "Don' go mad like dem sailors!"
I froze "Sailors?" I asked whirling around.
"Well yah!" He said in his crazy accent "Didn tcha hear? Two a' dose sailors dat come here every month or so, dey picked up sumtin weird ya? Some peice a' metal!"
"Go on..." I said, knowing that Jinn had a habit of leaving people hanging.
"Went crazy an' killed each other!" He said, waving his hands for emphasis, and dropping the bag.
"Pick dat up later," He said glancing down "Last one jumped off dah ship and well, didn' know how tah swim yeh?"
"What happened to the metal?" I asked.
"Dunno." He said simply picking everything up.
"Sailors..." I thought. The harbor wasn't too far from here...
 
Here is a profile for an RP Villain (credit goes to Sithre for the character's creation)

Cryhst
Appearence: a Weakly built Italian with shabby, ripped rags for clothes. He has thick black hair and scars all up and down his arms.
Personality: As of most recently, Cryhst has been a ruthless individual that lives only to complete Soul Edge.
Ethnicity: Italian
History: A lowly Italian thief caught trying to steal food to feed his starving family. He was sent to the dungeons to await trial for thievery.

The blacksmith that made the chains set to be used on Cryhst made a horrible error when casting the chain links. Among the scrap metal melted down, was a fragment of Soul Edge. Upon being attached to Cryhst in the dungeons, the Soul Edge fragment took effect. Cryhst's mind was poisoned by Soul Edge, becoming a servant to the evil sword like Nightmare and Cervantes. Cryhst's body aborbed the chains, making them eternally part of him. Cryhst escaped from the dungeons and began his quest to reunite the pieces of Soul Edge.
Weapon(s): The chains within his body. The chains can be wielded freely and are completly under his control, like extra pairs of arms.
Fighting Style: Soul Edge chains
 
"Jinn wait!" I called up the stairs.
"Got works tah do Cybelle, can't talk no longer!" He yelled from the top of the mill, tying the bag closed.
I sighed.
No getting anything out of him now.
I exited the windmill and as I reached the top of the hill that seperated my village from the harbor I took a deep reassuring breath.
"One more step and I'll be as far away from home I've ever been." I murmured quietly to myself.
I pulled out my scarf, but instead of tying it around my hair I tied it around my face, making me looking like a sort of gypsy or thief.
Better Theif than Cybelle in the outside world.
 
Learning that the Soul Edge was awakened and are seeking the other peices, a very old elf named Link left his village to find it and destroy it. The other villagers had told him he was to old but being the only one in the village who can play the Ocarina, he used it to restore his youth.
Now the youthful Link set out on another adventure to destroy the Soul Edge. He had thought it was destroyed on his first adventure but he was wrong. Now with his Master Sword, Bow(arrows), Biggoron's Sword, and his Hammer. He has set of to finish what he started.
 
Sakura turned around in response to hearing the masculine voice who began talking to her, and noticed a boy, who looked to be slightly older than herself, and most certainly much larger. "I am from Japan, a land that lies on the other side of the ocean," she said softly, answering the boy's question. She did not know what to think of this boy yet, as she did not yet know a thing about him, not even his name.

However, he did have a dangerous aura to him, since he was carrying a scythe, had just killed a shark, and was very muscular. Of course, Sakura had plenty of combat training, so she could defend herself if she needed to, but she disliked fighting, and there was a chance that this boy was not as dangerous as he looked, despie his first impression on her.
 
"Japan eh? I've heard about that place. The sailors talk about it at the pub."

Something about this girl, something made her an intimidating presence. It may have been the long, thin sword at her side (the Sea Traders called it a 'katana'); No, it was the way she stood. She stood like she was ready to swing that Katana, yet she had the peaceful look in her eyes. Pat spoke again, "Why are you all the way here in Poland?"
 
The Muramasa shone in the sunlight, it was a beautiful blade.
On the other side of him, Moriatti noticed an approaching army.
He had taken worse when he was still mortal.
Let them attack, he couldn't put the sword away until he had drawn blood anyways.
He jumped foreward, instantly, arrows flew at the position that he had been standing, he landed on one, Muramasa pointed forewards, the two soldiers were instantly cleaved in half.
He sliced wildly, not caring to use form against these clumbsy human warriors, for they did not know form to use in return.
He stopped.
No warrior remained.
Pitty, really.
However, he noticed that there was a chest in the middle of the slain. He opened it, there, inside, was a fragment of the Soul Edge.
"It exist..." He murmured......
Instantly, he looked towards were the army was invading, it was a see-port town.
He doubted the army was from there, but he knew they had passed by.
He would interogate all of them, and then, he would kill all of them.
He laughed maniacally, this was going to be fun.
He could feel it already.

OOC: Yes, PH and Sailor Chibi, I'm coming after YOU!!!
 
"Well, it's a very long story," Sakura said calmly as she sat down on the dock, her feet dangling over the edge, though they were not long enough to touch the water. "But if you wish to listen, then I shall tell you. I come from the northern mountains of Japan, but four years ago, some settlers from Europe attacked my village and made my clan into their slaves. For three years I worked on that ship with little food and water, and no pay. But one day, they stopped at a small trading post and picked up a piece of metal. I think it drove them insane and they killed my entire clan, but I barely managed to escape with this katana, that they had held onto for all those years for some reason. I was then freed from that bondage, but a journey was about to begin for me, as I overheard that there were other shards of metal just like that one, which were part of a cursed blade called the Soul Edge. To avenge my clan and protect humanity, I have been wandering around Europe looking for those shards so I can destroy them, but I've had no luck."

To this boy, the story must have sounded like some nonsense fairy tale. It was quite a strange tale, that most would call her crazy for telling, but this was the first time she had told her story to anyone since her journey began. But no matter how much the boy might laugh at her for it, she knew that every ounce of it was pure truth.
 
OOC: No Grey Fox, I have my own plans for how things are going to flow.
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"Hmmm, I heard about those sailors that went crazy because of Soul Edge. Do you know the name of the ship they were on?"

The tale was perfectly believable. His own tale wasn't that much crazier. Maybe this girl could help lead him to Soul Edge. Leading him to Soul Edge will lead him to Nightmare. His village would be avenged...
 
Sakura and Pat's conversation was cut short when the local blacksmith's destroyed body was thrown inbetween them.
"I WAN'T ANSWERS! I WANT THEM NOW!" A menacing voice boomed as the blacksmith's apprentaces cowered.
The two looked at each-other, and then, exusing themselves from the conversation, drew their weapons.
Jason Moriatti turned.
"Greeeaaaattttt..... I was hoping for a challenge." He smiled as he drew the Muramasa.
"And it's too late to turn back now!" He laughed, assuming a fighting stance.
 
OCC: Gray Fox you dont control their characters! That is Powerplaying. Please dont do it agian!

IC: Walking past the pub Link noticed the body of the blacksmith. Then the three with their weapons drawn. I walked into the pub and watched them to see what thier actions were. I had my Master Sword incase of trouble. I'm not gonan let tis get out of hand! I thought to myself.
 
"It's been a very long time, but I think it might have been called the Silver Rose......"

Sakura was surprised to find that this boy found intrest in her story, and did not call her crazy. Could he have believe it? Perhaps he had some connection with the Soul Edge.... but he did not seem to be insane like her former masters who fell victim to its control. Maybe he also had a bone to pick with the Soul Edge, and they could work together to destroy it. She had to know. "Um.... do you have some type of business with this Soul Edge thing too?," she asked nervously. "Maybe we could destroy it... together or something..... Oh, and my name is Sakura Takahashi."

EDIT: Just as Sakura was about to utter another word, the conversation was interrupted by a dangerous looking, who seemed to want to kill them. In an attempt to defend herself, the girl pulled out her katana from its sheath and held it in front of her, ready to fight if she had to.
 
OOC:Reary? didn't think that was, k, I'll be more careful.
Also, PH, just read your post... Sorry.

IC:
Moriatti stood confident, his Muramasa shining bright, out of the corner of his eye he saw a third warrior.
So the odds are against me.... As they always have been.... He smiled.
"Your souls will become a wonderful addition to my collection..." He stated, the Muramasa emitted a blood-red flash.
"Don't just stand there now..." He laughed.
"Kill me, if you can!"
 
Pat swung Ni Roznia over his head, extending the chain and freeing the blade to swing freely. Pat looked around and saw the elven warrior clad in green join them with his blue bladed sword with the purple hilt.

"Sakura, nice to meet you. The name's Pat. I think I saw that Silver Rose ship in the shipyard. Once we deal with this idiot, I can take you to the ship, maybe we can find something."

Pat turned to the attacker.

"Now, PREPARE TO HAVE YOUR HEAD RENDERED FROM YOUR SHOULDERS FREAK!"
 
Sakura held up her katana as though she was about to strike nothing but the air in front of her, but as soon as one might think she would strike, she vanished into thin air. It was not magic, but a skill involving stealth and speed. She had known how to do this ever since she was but a little girl, however she used it rarely as it often struck fear in those who witnessed it.

The girl's form rematerialized behind the back of her attacker, in the same position that she had been in when she disappeared, holding her sword and ready to strike. And that was exactly what she did as she slashed her blade before the man could notice....

(PH gave me permission to power play a bit.)
 
I glanced at the stange array of people battling from around an old seafood parlor.
"Interesting..." I said sarcastically.
I slipped into the parlor and looked around.
Suddenly, the sickening smell of dead fish flew toward me.
"Ain't it smell great?!" A scary old man asked toothily.
I tried my best not to hold my nose, and weakly grinned "Yeah-smells-great!"
"Bah! Don't worry bout it. Not many people like the smell of seafood. Cept' the sailors o' course." He said turning off the fan that had been blowing the smell of rot and salt at me.
"Have you heard of those sailors?" I asked.
"Who hasn't?" He asked, grabbing a scarily large butcher knife and beheading a large fish.
"What happened to that shard of metal that supposedly drove them crazy?" I asked.
He froze, the knife digging into the thick wooden counter top.
"Aye. The shard of sword." He said, his eyes flashing.
"Well!" He said, his mysterious demeanor dropping quite quickly "I was a' fishin' a day before last, and happened to pick up a rather peculiar peice ah' fish, and in fact it wasn't no fish at all! It was part of a sword."
He went through the back swing doors and returned quickly with a small chest, about the size of a phone.
"Ain't it a beut?" He asked, opening the chest.
Inside was a silvery shard of metal, with a little bit a red lining the left edge.
"You want it?" He asked, maniacal look in his eyes again.
"Well alright." I said sweatdropping.
"Alright then missy. You gotta tell me whether this tastes good or not." He said shoving something that look oddly like raw squid in my hand.
I knew my face was paler than pale, when he laughed crazily.
"Kiddin! You should see the look on that face!" He said, wiping tears of mirth away from his old crinkly eyes.
"Free." He said taking the squid back and instead shoving a now closed chest in my hands and pushing me out the door.
As the door slammed behind me I muttered to myself "Okay, that was a strange experience..."
 
Moriatti felt the katana slice across his body, and.... It... Hurt?!?!?
"YOU!.... THAT SWORD?.... HERE?....." He breathed.
"I...Need...Souls...Can't...Yours...NO!" He yelled, then, using inhuman ability, jumped onto a roof top, dodging flaming arrows from the elven warrior, he jumped from roof top to rooftop, gaining speed, until he had dissapeared from site.
 
Pat looked confused after watching that would-be adversary run away like a coward. Pat retracted Ni Roznia and fastened the blade into its scythe position. While fastening Ni Roznia's blade, he thought about what he'd just witnessed. Sakura's attack was flawless, sent that guy who acted like Nightmare running away in an instant. He was impressed, her flow in battle was magnificent, even better than his mother's skill wielding Ni Roznia.

"Nice attack there Sakura, shall we go to the shipyard now?"
 
"Thank you. It took me quite a long time to master," Sakura said calmly. "But yes, let us go check out the shipyard if you believe the Silver Rose is here. I thought the crew might have all been dead... so there very well may be new people who own the ship. I would like to get a hold of that shard..... and destroy it for good."

With that, she began to walk towards the shipyard, motioning for Pat to follow. She was glad to have made a new friend, but she was concerned about the stranger who fled after she attacked. She feared she had also made a new enemy.
 
Moriatti needed souls. Souls... He need substance. And he found one. A hissing, slithering creature, convinced of it's superiority, it had an odd stance, a mask over it's face, and blades for hands.
"You are unworthy of your soul, surrender it to me, or I shall pry it from you." He commanded.
The thing merely hissed.
"Fine, you have forfieted your life." Moriatti replied, and, with removed the monster's head with the Muramasa.
Dissapointed by the lack of challenge, Moriatti consumed the sould, and headed for England, where he could find supplies....
 
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