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TribeCook-Raiyoyo
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"Tch-- Stay outta m'kitchen!"
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*As lovely as it was to have a home it didn't do Marara much good not to know anybody else here! She slithered out onto the deck hoping to see somebody. There was another dark colored hybrid, but Marara couldn't quite make out what he was doing from here...Oh well she went up to him anyways.*
Why hello there hissss~
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*Raiyoyo stopped short on his way belowdeck, turning towards the words as he was approached. The cook gazed at her shortly, before making a brief gesture and turning away. "Hey," he grunted in reply, starting down the stairs. "Doin' somethin'. Wanna chat? C'mon, lass." The cook wound his way through the labyrinthine halls, expertly heading towards the storage room. "Yer new 'round here?" For all it was worth, the snakehead didn't seem to particularly care.*
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*Marara didn't seem to mind. Although she had some trouble keeping up with Raiyoyo who probably knew this ship like the back of his hand while she only knew bits and pieces. Resulting in the snake hybrid colliding with the wall several times during there trip.*
Yesss I am, and ssstill quite unfamiliar with thisss ssship. What isss it you're doing? *Marara tried to get a good over his shoulders.*
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*"Grabbin' some supplies." The snakehead gave her a "what are you doing" look as she leaned over his shoulder, turning away and reaching into a gap between boxes. Nudging them aside with his shoulders, he fished out a farther one, dragging it to the fore and using his claws to slit open the tape. With a huff, he flung it open, revealing several smaller, but more high-tech, looking containment devices.
"Name's Raiyoyo. I'm th'cook 'round here, an' th'kitchen's my place, so don' come bargin' in whenever ya feel like it." Evidently not a social butterfly, the cook hoisted one of the boxes out as he spoke, seeming to be reciting a practiced-- or habitual-- speech. Flipping the cardboard box shut and shoving it nearer the back with his foot, the snakehead turned and gave her a sharp, appraising glare.
"... What's yer name?"*
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*she couldn't believe she was doing this. well, she wasn't doing this for grins and giggles, she was doing this for Natata's sake. she had been asked to go and fetch him, but Furara knew that she and the snakehead had a rough history together. but that didn't matter now, what mattered is that Natata could escape now rather than later. she had reached the Wrath just in time, and she sighed that it hadn't moved since yesterday. literally launching herself out of the water, she managed to grab onto one of the outcroppings of wood and swung herself inside next to a cannon. then she ran desperately for the kitchen, praying to god he was there*
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*The cook was sitting at a chair perpendicular to the door, a pile of bloodied bandages dropped on the table in front of him. At present, Raiyoyo was leaning forward, his good arm leaning against the table as he wound fresh gauze over the stitched wound. Fresh bandages were following by the time the kitchen door would find itself swung open, the padlock sitting on the table next to him.
His first habit was to glance at the lock and frown irately, berating himself for forgetting to lock the door. With a tight grip still on the bandages as he continued to wind them, readying himself for bed, the snakehead glanced up at the door, ready to snap at whatever idiot thought the kitchen was a free-for-all with midnight snacks.
No. Not a tribemate. A trespasser.
His hand stopped midway through dressing the wound, staring at the infuriatingly familiar girl as she burst into his kitchen. The door to his room was open and, on instinct, he stood and kicked it closed behind him, yanking the end of the bandage and tucking it into one of the other coils. His free hand snapped to the drawers and jerked one open, grabbing a bone knife and moving towards Furara without a word. He was finished with trespassers.*
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*okay it's now or never. she started backing up, making sure no one was behind her to grab her and hold her still* Raiyoyo will you listen for two minutes?! *her tone was much different from their last meeting, it was a tone that she meant business* I know you don't like trespassers but this is important! Natata's in trouble, she needs your help! Please Raiyoyo you've gotta help her, I don't know if they're back yet but she's gonna die if her situation carries on!
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-Both red orbs seemed to glow in the little light that the night offered, both pupils constricting and fading as Raiyoyo gave into the carnal self indulgence that he so rarely succumbed to. Words parted and flowed around him, passing unheard and unacknowledged as he approached the girl. Slowly beginning to bristle, his fingers on the knife loosening to a more logical grip, the snakehead let slip what control he had managed to, over the years, ensnare his instincts with. The feral, quick, calculated mind of the insanity within his DNA factored in his wounded arm and its inability to cope with the useless appendage; the distance between predator and prey; the amount of dock between prey and escape; the speed at which the prey was capable of.
Brisk, curt, the cook lunged forward, his knife shooting forward and aiming for the girl's neck.-
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*thankfully, due to the shark DNA, she was much quicker and leapt out of the way and grabbed for the hand with the knife* Raiyoyo please listen for one fucking moment, this is serious!!
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-The words swept by unheeded, both eyes tracking her every movement. It had underestimated her speed; tucking away the information, the snakehead used her grip on his hand to jerk her forward, jaws snapping open and shooting forward, aiming for her face.-
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*well if he wasn't going to listen she would have to beat him to a bloody pulp for all she cared. she didn't give a crap about Natata anyway, she could rot there for all she cared. the sudden jerk made her slip forward and had somehow brought her knee up just in time, inches from the snakeheads face.
looking in those eyes made her golden ones widen in fear. then it dawned on her. it was going to be her and be eaten, seriously injured, chucked off the ship or all three. and then it could be him and knocking him out. she tried study a plan, but those eyes kept on freezing her up. then something snapped inside Furara, it was the wild instincts that told her to kill anyone in here way and what the scientists tried to achieve. her eyes narrowed and returned that same glare, letting out a low terrotorial growl*
((OhshitRaiyoisfuuuuuucked *shotdead*
Now to serious matters, Natata really does need some help. But if she's only a messenger to him that's fine .-.))
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*Without so much as a momentary lapse in certainty, the snakehead wrenched his wrist free of Furara's grasp as her hesitation weakened her. Without regard to the knee she had put between them, Raiyoyo used his own foot to sweep her one balancing leg out from below her and trip her onto her front, side-stepping the collapsing hybrid and leaving her to fall face first. In a single fluid motion, he stood over her back, and without hesitation the knife was buried hilt-deep in her shoulders, the blade piercing straight through her body, appearing through her front and embedding the tip in the deck below her. Regardless of fatality, the single attack had left the girl pinned beyond hope of unassisted freedom.*
((Raiyoyo is older, stronger, and more seasoned in fighting than Furara, not to mention he has the DNA of a far more vicious sea-dweller; where do you get off claiming he's the one in danger? At the same time, epaulette sharks are not dangerous creatures. If the "scientists" responsible for Furara were seeking a violent creature, they would have known as such and given her something else.
As for Natata, all she is to him is a delivery boy. An efficient one, but nothing more. His priorities are to his family and his family alone.
Beyond all of this, I'm done giving you fair warning. You got Furara into this mess, and I'm not breaking Raiyoyo's character just so she can survive over and over in impossible situations just to get back into them. Don't expect me to be lenient with Raiyoyo's rage this time around.))
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((I thought you'd say something like this. It's just that when she snaps she just looses it, she lost it as well when she realized that her father was dead. Feel free to go all out, because she needs it. She's let herself come to believe that she can get whatever she wants in this world and get away with it))
*her eyes widened and went into a coughing fit and teared up. she hadn't felt something like this and it made her remember her father who had done so much for her. she tried to stand but she collapsed on herself*
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-The tribe came first. Even if, in his current frame of mind, that was a distant and obsolete drive, his family was what he gave himself up for. That, and his own short temper, especially as of late.
Without the help of his wounded arm, the snakehead stood and pressed his foot against the handle of the blade, putting all his weight on the knife and plunging it deeper through Furara's back, the hilt now tearing through flesh and rendering the muscle it encountered. The snakehead inside him, against its own nature, using the terminology it learned within his mind, screamed and howled with its encumbered freedom, triumph bordering its tones as Raiyoyo's figure crouched over her and grasped the knife, twisting it and jerking it free of her body. His mind roiling, turning over and showing its belly to instinct, Raiyoyo felt the snakehead in himself direct the knife over her heart, digging its tip into the skin above her ribcage and steadying himself to claim its first taste of slaughter.*
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*her eyes widened and and kicked at his bandaged arm as she purposely stabbed herself to force herself up to a standing position. she was much smaller than the snakehead, so that meant she had to get the height advantage. she leapt up onto the counter and backed away coughing a little bit, then looked for something that would aide in her defense. a iron frying pan, perfect. she just had to get there before Raiyoyo recovered*
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-normally Natata wouldn't be awake at night, but this was important. she carried Raiyoyo's order like usual, but something was...off with her. her cheery personality had disappeared to be replaced by sadness and remorse, even her wings had turned a dull color rather than it's regular sheen. once getting to the regular meeting place she sat down onto the deck, holding the order in her lap as she fought back tears-
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-The late order was his own fault, the twenty-seventh having been a day Raiyoyo wouldn't have been able to escape the 'Wrath. Making his way to the predetermined meeting area, the cook spun a stick of celery in his hand, a carrot hanging out of the corner of his mouth. Once Natata came into view though, he quickly munched the orange snack and swallowed, moving over and crouching idly.-
What's wrong, lass?
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-she looked over at him, even her eyes had a glaze over them. she looked at her feet to prevent herself from crying in his presence- I...I had to break up with Ne...he found someone else to be happy with, so I had to break up and move out...
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-There's a bit of silence before the cook huffs quietly; snapping the celery stick in half and offering her a piece.-
Eh. S'how men are. Ain't never gonna settle with the best, y'know? It's what's fresh'n new that's interestin', not what's sweet an' reliable. Yer a good lass, Natata. Someone'll notice that soon enough, so don' be down 'bout some dumb kid.
-What is motivational speaking oh wow Raiyoyo's trying to be nice. Why on Earth would the snakehead want to help? Oh well.-
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-she stared at the celery for a bit before taking it from him, giving his words some thought before nodding- Yeah, I guess you're right. But this'll probably stick with me for a while though... -she sighed, absentmindedly nibbling at the celery- I don't know why he would do this, I mean, we've been going out for a few months so...
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-The cook leaned back on his feet, shaking his head just slightly.-
Trust me, lass, it takes more'n a few months to know somebody. There're things you learn new 'bout people y'think you know well that shock ya after years of lovin' 'em.
-Standing, the snakehead dusted himself off, coughing softly into a fist. Now that she wasn't crying, Raiyoyo shifted awkwardly.-
So, m'order?
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I guess you're right... -oh that's right! Natata brought out his order like usual, giving him the faintest of smiles- Here it is.
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Thanks. -Takes it, sorting through it as is usual of the snakehead, and finally slings it over shoulder, glancing down at Natata once more.-
... Where're you stayin'?
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-she stood up, streching a bit- I don't really have a place right now, but a few more errands should get me enough to rent an apartment.
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Aright. Don' be spendin' a night outside, now. If y'need anymore money, I can probably offer you a bonus fer all yer good work. -Pats her head, before waving a hand faintly.-
Aright. Git on, go finish yer job.
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-she smiled a faint smile when he patted her head- Will do Raiyo san.....~ -and she's off!-
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-Yuii knew the Devil's Wrath was around here somewhere, she just had to keep looking. 'Poor Kozeze-san...' she thought, 'I do hope I find it soon or else he'll be...there!' she ran aboard the ship and double checked the ship to make sure it wasn't some fishing boat. it was definatly the Wrath, so she began to run back and get Kozeze, who was paintently waiting back on the beach-
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*The dancer wouldn't get far until a black hand dropped and picked her up by the scruff, holding her in the air and glaring. The eyes flickered with pain and he dropped her, scowling and grabbing her arm with his other arm; the one he had initially grabbed her with was bandaged.*
Another trespasser. An' I recognize you; don' you learn? Git outta here.
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-she seemed scared for a moment, but she managed to pluck up her courage and explain- O-one of my buddies...Kozeze...he got lost and I said I'd help him fond the Wrath...so...here I am...
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*Whatever relaxed irritation he felt vanished, and the cook threw Yuii at the ground, standing over her with burning red eyes.*
Kozeze-- Where is he?
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-she yelped, then picked herself up, dusting her fins off- He's down at the beach...
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Take me there. *Gonnakillthenexttrespassergodfuckingdamnitgettingsickofthisbullshit.*
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-she nods, smiling- Okay~! -to the beach~!- ...also, sorry for getting on the ship, but I wanted to make sure... I can be forgetful sometimes but I can remember things easily-
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Shut yer trap an' show me where Kozeze is.
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Okay... -she keeps on walking-
[[The other rp between me and Koze is on my journal, I'm just waiting for him to reply. After a while I'll let you know when you can jump in]]
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*something smelled reaaaally good nearby, making RNA's friend growl at her in hunger. she jumped and looked up at Charcol, who simply nodded towards the Devil's Wrath. cautiously, she boarded the ship, but imediatly froze in her tracks. something told her that she shouldn't be here, and that she should leave now if she wanted to live. as she retreated, Charcol bit into the handrail halting her from fleeing. in a panic, she tried to remove her best friend from the rail but her efforts went in vain. she sighed, but then started to panic again. what if someone saw her? that gave her more reason to resist, but Charcol wouldn't budge*
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*At this point, if there isn't shouting or a retreat by the time footsteps reach the deck, Raiyoyo's taken it upon himself to take Venini's responsibility into his own hand and cut off whoever's stupid enough to venture the Devil's Wrath. Stepping out of the kitchen and leaning against the frame, knife and apple in hand, the cook gave the newcomer an irate glare as he started peeling the red fruit, waiting for her to leave. When she didn't, though, despite her best efforts, the snakehead's attention turned to the thing on her head, and he couldn't help the thought and words that came to mind and mouth.*
That looks as if it'd be fun to cook. Git off the ship.
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*once hearing the word "cook", Charcol immediately though he was talking about RNA and released of the rail, making her tumble backwards. he regained her balance for her by biting into the wood again, then sprouted several cloth like tentacles* Ch-Charcol...what are you...? *she soon found out however as Charcol began to literally drag RNA against the wood towards the snakehead* Ch-Charcol he said we had to leave so let's find someplace else to look for food or otherwise we're both gonna die!! *he hissed at RNA's plea and continued his march up to Raiyoyo, not liking his tone one bit. her eyes widened underneath her bandages when she found herself at the snakehead's feet and screamed* Pl-please don't hurt Charcol, if anyone should be hurt it should be me!! *she was panicking, which made her friend on her head sigh in annoyance*
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*... Ew. Even Raiyoyo had to admit, that was bloody weird. With a faint scowl, the snakehead lifted his foot and kicked the thing atop her head, shoving it down against the ground and shutting its unorthodox maw. If just to seal the deal, the cook flipped the grip on his knife and crouched, presing it to the top of the creature's "head" and contemplating stabbing it. Maybe. Maybe not--? Probably. It had done a lot of damage to the ship already, he reflected as he glanced at the gouges in the wood, red eyes narrowing slightly. Finally, though, Raiyoyo grabbed some cooking twine from under his hat and tied it around "Charcol," tying it tightly before standing and kicking it again.*
Git off this ship. I ain't askin' again; next time, it's my knife.
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*RNA yelped out in pain when Charcol was stabbed, after all, whatever pain he had she had. one of Charcol's tentacles lashed out at the knife Raiyoyo was holding and got a good grip on it. he wouldn't let go anytime soon, he would when Raiyoyo would take back the threats he gave them. RNA was desperatly trying to get away, and finally annoyed at her whining, he wrapped her up with a diffrent tentacle, making her thrash around on the deck* M-mister if you would please just let Charcol we'll both leave! *Charcol hissed at her which made her yelp again*
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*Despite the fact that he had been holding back, for whatever crazy reason, the cook was damned finished when the thing went after his knife. A second blade found his free hand, this one slicing effortlessly through the tentacle holding the first one before cutting its grip off the handle and Raiyoyo's hand. Just as quickly, without giving it a chance to do anything else, the cook stood up straight, aingling both weapons towards the creature, and stabbing it on either side of the head.*
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*Charcol howled and managed to grab enough sanity to bite down into his arm. RNA struggled underneath his weight, and her flailing legs managed to kick him pretty hard in the stomach*
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*The bite sent a searing pain up his arm and the cook swore, barely getting a chance to collect himself before he felt a kick on his stomach. The wound on his arm would demand more attention, however, and he tore his other hand free from the creature's head, its knife twisting in the wound before stabbing Charcol's snout, twisting it a second time to prompt it to release his arm.*
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*that seemed to do the trick as not Charcol screamed, but RNA instead. she thrashed wildly, desperately trying to get away*
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*Let the girl scream; the cook had more prominent issues. The blade twisted once more before he left it and grabbed the creature's maw; digging his thumbs into the hinges of its jaw and forcing its mouth open, yanking his arm free. Blood cascaded down the black of his skin, and while the snakehead's initial instinct was to cover the wounds, he felt his head going fuzzy and his eyes gaining a sharper focus on the trespassers.
Leaving his arm for later treatment, Raiyoyo grabbed Charcol by its lower jaw, hauling RNA up at the same time, and flung them both overboard; grabbing the plank that they had climbed up and jerking it onto the deck. A beat went by before he realized he had left his knife in the thing's head, but shook it off as he took a few steps back and waited for the adrenaline to stop rushing through his veins.*
((Don't reply again.))
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*Quietly walking along the docks. She saw a ship. Maybe it was the ship that her friend mentioned.. The Devil's Wrath*
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*Leans against the rail, eyes half lidded as he watches the end of his fishing rod, seeming relaxed.*
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*She sees the Black Keronian. She is very unsure what to do.. She just watches the fishing pole.. She had never fished nor has seen anyone fish before..*
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*Not much expecting a bite, considering he's not using the proper equipment for ice-fishing, but it's the thought of the relaxing sport that helps calm him. Oh well.*
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*She walks up a bit looking into the water seeing some fish but not come close to the pole*
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