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  1. Like the Venusian, Dash rose as at attention, but did not bow. That was the difference between Japanese-influence Venus and the alternative, but still formal protocol of CEGA. "I'm Dash Carpenter, callsign Sleeper. You've already heard the gist of my unique situation from the Commander - I hold the title of Specialist since, technically, my status is that of an expert civilian. I can pilot, I can fight, I know the standard CEGA officer education plus the tricks I picked up as an insurgent and undercover agent. I cut my teeth on the Wyvern, but the Pathfinder model handles even better for sure." Dash was friendly and straightforward. "So I don't know how precisely we'll be doing this, but I'll probably be giving you a seminar or few."
  2. Dash gave Mercer something of an expressively skeptical look. "That's a rather difficult thing to just answer, Lieutenant." traces of the CEGA's iron-clad formality leaking back into his voice. "But I think the best starting point is to answer your question with another question: how do you handle living with all this?!" Dash 's hands jabbed in a general indication. "All the intermittent periods of 0G! It's not so much an issue of solid ground as solid gravity. Granted, if I had been Navy, I likely wouldn't have that trouble by now. Beyond that? Fresh air, food, water. I felt the difference barely a day onto the departure voyage off-Earth."
  3. Dash let out a breath of relief as he got strapped into the seating. How did the Jovians make it look so simple? Granted, the motions didn't seem natural, but certainly with a lack of effort involved. The Terran smiled back and brought up his hand in salute. "Are you talking 'trip to Jupiter' or 'trip to here'? Because your answer would affect mine quite a bit." Dash's grin turned a bit ruefully and flushed with exertion. "I was born on Terra and as you can see, stayed on planet my entire life. Due warning."
  4. Ryujin took his comlink with a nod, but frowned given that this was another exact reason for his reticence in following the mysterious group of Men in Black. Half the team was trapped within this.... phenomena, while most of the remainder were incommunicado. Just them three, Magus, Paladin and Ryujin now on site. ,, The Inner Spirit Court was very clean in its lessons on unknowns. Calmness, not frustration. Prudence, not rashness. He took a cleansing breath, but admitted balance was very very far away. "Very well." Ryujin decided, trying to make the best of things right now. ,, "Would you please explain what you do have for us, Magus?"
  5. "Some Men in Black came, and said they were with the government." Ryujin said, though his tone suggested that was open to debate. "Anyway, most of the rest went with them. I see you've got some sense as to what's going on then?"
  6. "I think someone should wait here." Ryujin pointed out, and it wasn't a stretch to say he was thinking of himself. "This is a bit - blithe - going away from here without any surety they even are who they say. I don't disagree some go to hear them out, but others must stay here. In case."
  7. OOC Jeremy *rolls* 1d20: 14+15: 29 ,, Ryujin frowned as he saw the accouterments of this MiBs. They were going to great lengths to hide themselves, and all things considered, their presence was suspicious and their authority.... if any.... quite unknown. And yes, he was pleased to see Slither on the ball and confronting them. ,, Ryujin waited intently for their responses.
  8. Ryujin crouched as he watched both the Men in Black and the lost building. What he did not ask yet was why these Men in Black chose to arrive. And what business they had here in the first place. It would not do to be too open with them yet.
  9. "It's Ryujin!" Ryujin called out after the departing woman. He slipped over himself to listen in with the others about the situation. "Or perhaps," he proffered after some patient thought, "We could bypass it entirely? Say if we had someone who could teleport.... or Magus could create a portal?"
  10. It's a reference to Slither's undercover guise in Fight Club - as a SOVIET RUSSIA wrestler lady deal. As Ryujin was there undercover as well independently at the time - it's a little sly joke and hello now.
  11. "Perhaps you could help me, my Siberian tiger?" Behind her.... spoke Ryujin, dressed similarly to how they had met undercover at the cage fights the first time. Dash smiled and gestured to the cloud where his would be superhero team was split, and the building hidden. ,, "I saw this on the skyline and came over. What happened, if you know?"
  12. Ryujin ,, Background: ,, Dash Carpenter and his father John (a fairly wealthy local businessman) had been at acrimonious loggerheads for some time over Dash's status as the teenage prodigal son - but Dash still loved his father, so John's sudden (and relatively young death) of a heart attack was frightening and painful. It turned out from the will, that his father had left him enough trust funded and securities money to make sure Dash never had to work - on a mysterious condition. ,, Dash had to go to Japan's rural mountains, find a Master Kisuke Ren and 'meet his approval.' The trip brought Dash to the mysterious Inner Spirit Court, a mystic community and order of martial artists (primarily from East and Southeast Asia) whom had actually fostered John Carpenter as a foundling orphan. Master Ren had taught John, and 'meeting his approval' meant succeeding as a student and becoming a member of the Inner Spirit Court. ,, The expectations placed on Dash were new and strenuous, but he learned from them, unlocking the powers of chi and accorded the status of a full and capable practitioner of the Wind Dragon style - which blended speed, fluidity and adaptability as so to make him nearly-unmatched in combat. ,, When Dash was released and returned home - he found his old preferences... less exciting. It was the push for inner growth that led him to don the heroic mantle of Ryujin. ,, OOC Abilities STR 3, STA 3, AGL 5, DEX 0, FGT 12, INT 0, AWE 5, PRE 1 ,, Defenses Dodge 13, Fortitude 10, Parry 13, Toughness 7/3, Will 10 ,, Skills Acrobatics 12 (+17), Athletics 7 (+10), Close Combat: Chi Strike 3 (+15), Deception 5 (+6/+8), Insight 10 (+15), Perception 10 (+15), Persuasion 5 (+6/+8), Stealth 10 (+15) ,, Advantages Agile Feint, Assessment, Attractive, Benefit (Wealth: Well-Off), Defensive Attack, Defensive Roll 4, Evasion 2, Fast Grab, Great Endurance, Improved Critical (Chi Strike), Improved Disarm, Improved Defense, Improved Grab, Improved Hold, Improved Initiative 2, Improved Smash, Languages 2 (Native: English, Chinese, Japanese), Move by Action, Power Attack, Precise Attack (Close - Concealment), Redirect, Takedown 2, Tracking, Uncanny Dodge, Weapon Bind, Weapon Break ,, Powers Chi Strike: Strength-based Damage 2 (Penetrating 2) Dao of the Serene Wind: Leaping 2; Movement 2 (Safe Fall, Trackless) ,, Combat Initiative +13 Chi Strike +15, DC 20 (Penetrating DC 17) ,, [Abilities 58 + Defenses 21 + Skills 31 + Advantages 34 + Powers 10 = 154] ,, Complications Motivation - Thrills: Dash finds the usual brand of trust fun enjoyment somewhat pale compared to the mental and physical challenges of martial arts and superheroism to exercise it. Secret Identity: Dash Carpenter, Trust Fundie Relationships: Master Ren, and the various brothers of the Inner Spirit Court, spread worldwide. It is traditional for the various members to lend aid to one another when requested, and repay these debts of service in kind in the future. Rivalry: Normally, one might expect the hero to in such martial arts tales to be the talented and determined student against a more privileged, arrogant, favored disciple of the master. Dash was too caught up in transition to see it that way, but Li-Wei (Lee) Cao did, being Dash's bitter rival during the course of their respective teaching. But eventually it simmered down, and the two are more or less friends. Their rivalry and competition is not reduced in spirit when they cross paths - both seeing the more good-natured bouts of one-upmanship as a healthy safeguard against stagnation.
  13. Ryujin did not get far before another messenger showed up. He was now going to face challengers from 'The Circle of Steel', the best of the best. 'Rose' brushed him off, and sat down to focus his mind a bit more. He was attracting attention - and quite possibly the two Van Damage and Red Death. Idly, he wondered if they were present for reasons similar to his, but then brushed it aside. ,, Blade wasn't long in coming, first event on the list. 'Rose' waited passively at his end of the arena, as Blade entered. Tall and muscled also, wearing no shirt and camo pants.... there were a pair of things attached to his pant hips. ,, Then Blade charged forward, and 'Rose' had to adjust his estimates of this man's speed. And the quick scrape of short knives drawing free in both hands. Ryujin fell back a couple steps, the knives completing an arc inches in front of his face. Clearly drugged, armed to his name, and still pressing the assault. ,, Ryujin made a quick leg kick at Blade's knee - not even acknowledge. Fortunately, the force halted Blade half a step, giving Ryujin more room to prepare a defense. ,, For the next few minutes, he conceded the aggression to Blade, the audience perceiving it all as if 'Rose' was almost, but just teasing enough to keep up faith, on the ropes. ,, Then Blade made the mistake. A wild, frustrating swing with his left knife, and the adjoining arm was rigid flat as a board. Dash smiled, and then delivered a precise chi-powered chop to the wrist. With a crack it completely broke - and no matter how indifferent to pain, Blade was not prepared to discover the inability to make his hand function. ,, A fatal mistake, as Dash repeated the previous on the other wrist. Staring into Blade's flat murky blue eyes, 'Rose' rolled out kick after kick until Blade sank down and lacked the energy to get up.
  14. Having placed another quick $250 bet, this time on himself, Ryujin settled down to watch Van Damage against Kodiak, and the other enterprising newcomer, Red Death against Krakatoa. Both had more skill than people generally saw - but were still limiting themselves to not expose too much. ,, Interesting. Van Damage also succumbed to the great mistake early on, though he corrected it when the opportunity arose. The mistake: this was far more along the lines of wrestling, weight and physical power was a traditional advantage in these cages. ,, But what nearly everyone was not set to expect a swift, agile fighter - one who redirected and did not scrap. Red Death performed this to near-perfection, and Ryujin avidly clapped for both upon recognition of their victories. $89,000 secured. A nudge at his side came from one of the staff flunkies... it was him against Razer, and of course they would be holding onto the money until they were sure he wasn't dead meat. ,, When it was Rose's turn to enter the cage ring, the mood was different. The announcer of course got creative to cover the remarkably setting-effeminate name Ryujin had picked, but he was making a valiant attempt. The audience was split, still skeptical, but some out there had to be considering the potential of a hat trick, and betting accordingly. ,, Then Razer appeared. He didn't have the same potentially drugged excess of muscles as Kodiak or Krakatoa, but still an impressive hard-packed display, and clearly more agile enough to suggest to the laymen that Rose couldn't replicate the past upsets. ,, But 'Rose' waited impassively, bored. He didn't have any troubles with holding back, and a useful fact of his training, spiritual as well as physical: he could affect their chi. The right paths aligned closest with Metal and Fire closed or obstructed would weaken Razer and seal his fate. ,, At last, Razer got bored with whipping up the watchers, and offended by Rose's disregard. Charging, he swung a heavy haymaker with his right - that could crush Rose's face. If it was allowed. Ryujin neatly ducked and kept in motion under the wild thrust, and pivoted, kicking solidly and chi-focused into the very top of Razer's back, just below the neck. ,, The momentum sent Razer skittering into the edge of the cage, and his already inhibited body struggled to get up. ,, Ryujin did not grant him any mercy before that of unconsciousness, launching the heel of his opposite foot into Razer's face. A classic move that worked out, given the impaired opponent. Razer was down and out. ,, The Rose had shown its thorns.
  15. Ryujin turned enough to hear the interplay between the Russian brute and his smaller opponent, Dash's fellow newcomer. A little smile alighted onto his expression. After the years of physical, mental and spiritual training in the confines of the Inner Spirit Court, Dash could assess the abilities of others fairly quickly... ,, ...And he garnered enough at a glance to tell an upset was coming. The new man would win, no doubt, but he'd better be careful. 356:1 odds, and that bet would garner him $178,000. A windfall that would bring in the sharks. Ryujin had no issue about cashing in, as he approached the stunned shrimp of a bookie, but more modest he would be. "$250 on Van Damage." Ok, $89k was arguably not modest a haul either... ,, The bookie took the cash gingerly, trying to match new person to name... "Ok, I know underdogs play well, but..." ,, "Kodiak will lose." Ryujin said firmly. This provoked incredulous laughter from all around. Ryujin ignored the derision. "Very well. Perhaps someone would like to put their mouth where their money is?" It was a challenge, and another fool stepped up to the occasion. ,, "Fine, rookie... you're on." He was a brown haired man with ridges of bristly hair, and scaring on the left side of his face. Mediterranean cast of flesh, tough and muscled, but with enough tone for some decent agility. ,, The bookie just shook his head. "....so that makes Razer versus..." He blinked. "Rose?! The fuck?" A very out of character name for here, but Ryujin shrugged. A fun jest here at them, and soon a lesson. "You'll see if it's so silly soon enough."
  16. The area was rife with voyeurs, casually betting on losses of great harm or life, and the worst kinds of women who pandered to it foolishly. It was an atmosphere that made Ryujin sick, but he had to blend in for now. Not that he intended to stay long. In this case, presentation was needed, access to the individuals who would be likely to know the sordid secrets that would put them away if dragged out. ,, Ryujin ignored the surrounding interest, from competitors, or women or audiences. As it happened, he had a similar idea to Scout. This front entrance, itself could not be too dark and dangerous, lest it draw notice. The main focus: the transformative drugs, murders and operations, they had to be deeper in the maze of criminals. ,, So yes... find the most highly 'ranked' fighters, and take them down. That shouldn't be too hard to arrange.
  17. Ryujin drew up his outfit for the underground.... blood sports. Black silk pants, sleek and ready to flow with him, matching gloves - but a simple white undershirt beneath a crimson top and black vest. A full face and mask with but small precise holes for eyes and mouth. And solid durable boots, for the sordid elements. ,, He dressed quietly, with solemn care and focus. Retired or not, once a brother of the Temple, always a brother of the Temple. Likely they had hoped to stem the cage matches and only wound up victims of drugged maniacs and callous criminals. ,, Dash Carpenter once would have casually ignored their existence in favor of his own personal bubble of pleasure. No longer. Simple really. Sneak in, and learn what he needed to - then put these degradations of worthy martial arts in the trash bin.
  18. "Yes, sir." Dash responded, cold, crisp and professionally straight, but with none of the direct enthusiasm of Henry. War was not a pleasant thing, and the potential for trouble on Mars when the Inner Sphere was battling the Teragen around Jupiter amplified that. All in all, he did not feel concerned of any lack of faith towards the group. The UN simply needed to be certain they were ready to go.
  19. Dash arrived with a touch of satisfaction. This was the kind of place to be for rising stars. He'd gone through a number of missions, completed the training... Normally he should remain focused and prepared for the mission, but he had a few minutes to feel smug before composing himself. The proper Elite, yeah. That wording suddenly removed his smile, as it was the kind of phrase his father commonly used in adolescent years past, to excoriate him for any kind of slow start, or tiredness or weakening in his sparring and training. It was always some sort of indulgence, be it with Samantha, or any other pleasure that was holding him back - making him pathetic. That bastard... when did he ever really care about Dash, except for not wanting to appear 'the father of a soft soldier'? His smile disappeared, but he reasserted control, taking a few breaths and straightening up and focusing in his seat with military stiffness. It was time for Golden Tiger to come out.
  20. "Dealer chooses the game, and we often bet a small amount, but if you're new - we can go moneyless." Dash offered, pulling up a seat for Henry. "I'm Dash, and in the end, if we're not having a good time, what's the point in being here, Henry? Fun is what matters in the end."
  21. Oh, that's HORRIBLE. My condolences to you and your family on your loss.
  22. Dash smiled back at his friend - though he still had the flashbacks to when he'd been roughly slammed against the wall and threatened by Sean not to hurt their friend or Dash's hands would be ripped off and shoved in rather uncomfortable places. "Well, I brought a little more food-" walking over and dumping his bag of chips on the counter. "Least I could you, seeing as you're a standup host, Sean. That and just in case I get taken to the autocleaners..." It was amusing to those that had been around last time. Dash had started out well, then Sean had made a serious comeback on a intense hand. Dash had went all in, and Sean called. People had believed one or both were bluffing, until Dash unveiled a full house with a grin. Except Sean had grinned even wider, and laid down a straight flush. Dash laughed and then conceded - relegating himself to an observer's role for the rest of the night.
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