Posts by Eisuke Kuromiya-Warfare

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"Oh man, someone or something knocked you down a few pegs."

The words did not startle him; he'd already known the other was there, after all. One of the small details few knew about the jaguar was that he almost never did anything without having his super senses mildly tuned in- not enough to spy on the entirety of the clan, but enough so that if someone crossed into his immediate area he would know. Not even when the pawsteps stopped a few paces away did he show any concern toward someone watching him. He didn't care. Eyes, be they scathing, amused, or simply curious, did not bother Nuclear. It was when he was addressed a breath later that the tongue that had been rasping at the fur around his wound paused in it's rhythm, and he turned to let his pale blue eyes settled on their speaker.

The calico cat that had decided to seat itself was one he could put a name to almost at once; Virtualreality. After all, the silver jaguar had accepted the domestic on the border only a few hours ago, if that. The expression he wore was one akin to the look his clanmates gave a piece of soggy freshkill, and the pale feline wondered why he chose to stop and speak up if it bothered him. He didn't voice this curiosity of course, because in the end Nuke really didn't care what the others motives were. Instead he did what he always did in situations that required socializing; he'd emulate the behavior of others, and that meant responding instead of sitting there like an idiot.

"Maybe it'll do me good." mused the jaguar, tail twitching slightly, but he knew he was only humoring the other. There hadn't been a doubt in the large youths mind that he would prevail in that fight. Though the anaconda had a 20 foot length and saber fangs that could put a few of his clanmates to shame, the statistics had been on Nukes side. And he'd been right. Trapping the snake beneath a falling rock to immobilize it had worked wonderfully, and the deep bite he'd inflicted on it's belly had injected his paralyzing venom into it just as he'd planned. What he hadn't expected was for the snakes immune system to hold out so long. The two minute Nuke had given him should have been more than enough time, but when he'd gone near to give the killing bite, he'd been caught by the tip of one of the fangs. So yes, maybe it would do him good to reap the consequences of his own haste, but he'd come out on top in the end and that was all the jaguar really cared about.

The path there mattered not, so long as the end result was reached.

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"Coming." called Nuke, his voice lacking the enthusiasm of the one calling for the patrol itself. Still, he made haste in making his way over, eager in his own way to get out of camp. And idle body meant an active mind, and he had no interest in entertaining his thoughts right now.

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More footsteps came, the vibrations rather than the sound reaching him first via manipulation. As expected, before Vir could get a word out in response, a young winged serval came skipping into view. They stopped short upon spotting Nuke, their energetic bouncing coming to and end as their eyes flew to the gash and his bloodstained fur.

"are you okay?"

This was exactly the kind of question Nuke might have left unanswered if he were on his own. During his time as a rogue - those weeks between Bloodclan and Windclan, and Windclan and Darkclan- Nuke had been widely ruled by silence. It wasn't that he was depressed or anything, he simply didn't see the point in talking to others, especially when it was question like this he was given. Was he okay? Of course he was. Why would he choose to lay alone in the shadows just outside of camp if he needed real medical attention? He might have been a solitary figure, but he wasn't stupid. Beyond that Nuke had a fairly good grasp on healing himself, though that was a point he was willing to overlook given that the youth couldn't possibly know that. Then again, from the looks of the cub he was still very young- far from being even an apprentice. Nuke had been that naive once. Was still very naive when it came to certain things.

"It hurts some, but I'm okay." he assured the winged youth, the corners of his lips twitching upwards into a subtle smile, though it hardly did the word 'smile' justice. It was empty, not an attempt to cover a lie, but simply lacking in any of the feeling that might prompt a real smile. In Nuke there was no real desire to reassure this child, he was simply emulating the behavior of normalcy. To be honest, he did it well enough, but in the end he was still a liar, even if his spoken words were true.

"Do you good?! Ha! More like you should stay out of fights or train harder one."

His gaze slid back to the calico, and as usual he completely missed the insult thrown at him. Things like sarcasm or sharp words could only hurt if there was pride to target, and Nuke had very little pride. He didn't see things like that. There was only the goal and what could be done to achieve it, and things such as humiliation or offense couldn't co-exist with a mindset like this. What did it matter what lows he sunk to, or what backlash he received if the end result was accomplished? Yes, there were many roads to the same place, some easier to tread than others, but in the end there was really no knowing which path you would take. You could only accept what came and adapt to it in any means possible to get what you wanted. Perhaps it was a primitive and selfish way of thinking, but it was the philosophy he lived by and it served him well.

"Why?" he asked, challenging the others statement with bold curiosity, though the only indication to his interest was a raised brow. "I misjudged my timing and paid the price for it- I won't be stupid enough to make the same mistake twice." The words were meant not as an insult to the others judgement capabilities, but were simply a statement, one he believed in.

What could be better training than that? Clearly from the look of him, Nuke wasn't one to skimp on training sessions, but he didn't actually consider the laps, sparring bouts, and routine fitness regime to be actual training. It was simply routine to keep you in shape. Actual training taught you things, offered lessons up on a silver platter for you to snatch and immerse yourself in. Running headfirst into the unknown was a foolish ploy, yes, but that didn't mean sitting idle with false teachings was worth fooling yourself over. Experience was hard to come by and dangerous to dance with, but in the end, for better or worse, you always came away with new knowledge.

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"Doesn't matter to me." said Nuke with a shrug, which really shouldn't have surprised anyone. Though the male wasn't always predictable, it was safe to say that he really had no interest in what they hunted. Food was food after all, and weather he hunted alone or with a group it hardly mattered to him.

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OOC- okay, so for plot purposes we are going to say that they all met the day before in this really solitary lounge type room. After agreeing to 'ally themselves to each other' for the time being in an attempt to use one another to better their own status in the clan, this room will become their sort of 'base' or main meeting place. ( http://www.thecalmcenter.org/w…y-lounge-06182013-jpg.jpg )

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It was mid-day, and as was typical for the large silver jaguar known as Nuclear Warfare, all of his patrols and given tasks had been completed. Normally the youth would have taken this spare time to do something productive such as training, but a day and a half ago he'd had an incident that had left him with an unexpected injury; a shallow but menacing looking gash that ran the span of his ribcage, from his shoulder to his flank. It looked like nothing now but a fresh, pink scar, as if it had happened weeks ago instead of days. Nuke had never been the patient sort when it came to his body. It was the vessel he used to accomplish things, and when it became idle his mind would begin it's circulatory thought process, and that was enough to drive him mad. The wound however, regardless of it's outward appearance, was still tender within. After all, molecular manipulation could only get you so far.

So, knowing he couldn't use this time to do anything necessarily active, Nuke had a decision to make, one that seemed to come easily enough as he made his way to the large military building the clan used instead of choosing a solitary area outdoors like he normally would have. Yesterday his exploring had turned out to be fairly productive, and he was interested in returning to that place. So, with a prompt enough pace to shrug off any potential and unwanted greeting thrown at him, Nuke made his way through the corridors and into the dark, solitary wing he'd found himself in the night prior and made for the back room. Slipping inside, the male decided that it was indeed a decent place to call neutral grounds, and he quietly made himself comfortable on one of the larger benches.

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OOC- okay, so for plot purposes we are going to say that they all met the day before in this really solitary lounge type room. After agreeing to 'ally themselves to each other' for the time being in an attempt to use one another to better their own status in the clan, this room will become their sort of 'base' or main meeting place. ( http://www.thecalmcenter.org/w…y-lounge-06182013-jpg.jpg )

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It was mid-day, and as was typical for the large silver jaguar known as Nuclear Warfare, all of his patrols and given tasks had been completed. Normally the youth would have taken this spare time to do something productive such as training, but a day and a half ago he'd had an incident that had left him with an unexpected injury; a shallow but menacing looking gash that ran the span of his ribcage, from his shoulder to his flank. It looked like nothing now but a fresh, pink scar, as if it had happened weeks ago instead of days. Nuke had never been the patient sort when it came to his body. It was the vessel he used to accomplish things, and when it became idle his mind would begin it's circulatory thought process, and that was enough to drive him mad. The wound however, regardless of it's outward appearance, was still tender within. After all, molecular manipulation could only get you so far.

So, knowing he couldn't use this time to do anything necessarily active, Nuke had a decision to make, one that seemed to come easily enough as he made his way to the large military building the clan used instead of choosing a solitary area outdoors like he normally would have. Yesterday his exploring had turned out to be fairly productive, and he was interested in returning to that place. So, with a prompt enough pace to shrug off any potential and unwanted greeting thrown at him, Nuke made his way through the corridors and into the dark, solitary wing he'd found himself in the night prior and made for the back room. Slipping inside, the male decided that it was indeed a decent place to call neutral grounds, and he quietly made himself comfortable on one of the larger benches.

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"I suppose." relented the male, agreeing that it was all to possible to forget the lessons you learned. He tried not to though by putting himself in situations that kept him on his toes. As silence lapsed over them once more, Nuke took the time to run his tongue along his stained fur a few more times, though it was going to be a long and tedious job getting himself cleaned up properly. He would normally just have jumped in a pool of water somewhere, but it was too cold to be swimming in water this late in the year even if he'd wanted to. Besides, truth be told this little encounter wasn't exactly unpleasant. The calico before him was strange, but Nuke hadn't decided yet if it was a good strange or bad strange. It was enough though to let a few more words slip past his lips before falling silent again to deal with his fur. "Do you train often then?"

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Well, this was something to do, even if it was the sort of simple and repetitive work the clan normally held. He was okay with that right now though. The other day he'd had a bit of an incident with one of the snakes that had gotten lose, and though he'd managed to deal with the mutant of a serpent the tip of a saber fang had left a nice gash along the length of his ribcage, spanning from his shoulder to his flank. It had been a shallow, non lethal wound, but it had looked rather nasty and bled quite a bit. Now though there was only a bright red scar in it's place, fresher than the others that littered his form indeed, but a far ways from the open wound it had been. Powerful molecular manipulation was good for that; stitching wounds shut. It was still a bit tender on the inside though, as powers could only repair so much, and so the silver jaguar hadn't been out as much today as he would have liked. This should work well though; even an intensive workout would be fine if was done here on the property. So, padding over to join Electra, Nuke nodded a brief greeting in her direction.

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He was almost tempted to say something along the lines of "are you sure you won't forget anything", if only to point out the flaws in the others choice of words. He didn't though, deciding instead to play another card instead. "Cute." Piercing blue eyes landed on the calico as he said it, a small but infuriatingly smug smirk settling handsomely on his lips. For someone who wasn't capable of feeling he was pretty damn good at emulating when he wanted to, and the expression he wore seemed to hold a subtle challenge to them, as if daring the other to claim otherwise. He was curious about this sharp-tongued individual. As stubborn and mouthy as he was, there seemed some promising quality to him that Nuke couldn't quite name. Strange considering how good the youth normally was at identifying the usefulness of others..

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Nuke lingered, letting the others go ahead until the last tail had slipped out of sight. The initial charge into the forest would startle most of the prey off, especially with that Shade going on and on with her singing. He wasn't sure why she'd take to such noise when she knew they were going hunting. With a soft sigh that meant nothing, the silver jaguar waited a few more minutes before slowly entering the woodland. At once his super sense extended from him, and like echolocation it swept outwards across the ground and through the trees, lighting up the living creatures presence like radar in his mind. The farther he walked into the woodland the more frequently he could sense the critters around him. Finally, when he was pleased with the presence of animals around him, he zeroed in on the birds lining the trees above him. As he passed each tree, casual and undisturbed, a blast of telepathy was sent out at the avians, and they dropped silently to twitch on the ground. He left them for now, leaving a trail of dead birds in his wake as he made his way. He'd collect them on the way back in a few moment. Or at least, that was his intention until he came across a rather unexpected sight."That's a good look for you." came the teasing words of the silver jaguar, but as usual there was little emotion put behind them. The 'sight' of course, was Virtualreality with his head shoved down a rabbit hole, tail waving obliviously in the air behind him. To be honest, Nuke wasn't entirely sure what the calico was hoping to accomplish. So he asked. "What are you doing?" Was he hoping something just ran out the hole and into his mouth by mistake? He'd have a better chance of trying to dig the rabbit out.

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And a battle of silence it would be, though some conversations didn't need words. Catching the others narrowed gaze and gesture, a very mild curiosity arose in Nuke, like a whale breaching the surface of calm, dark waters; fleeting, yet but a whisper of breath. Pale eyes as striking as the silver coat that adorned his broad form landed on the much smaller feline, but the expression they wore was unreadable as he turned in the direction of the nearest beach. Off to the side, away from the crowd -and conveniently enough, on their way- several items had been neatly placed by a group of NPC's that were relevant to the individual tasks their Leader was giving out that day. Since they were expected to bring back more than just a few pieces, they were going to need one of the large wicker baskets that had been placed aside.

Since Virtualreality could have probably hitched a ride in the bucket itself, Nuke padded over and casually picked it up in his jaws, his hold firm but gentle enough to keep from damaging the handle too badly. It was a pretty sturdy build from the feel of it anyways, and he was sure it would hold the weight of the shells. Briefly glancing in the domestics direction to confirm he hadn't decided to leave, Nuke would then set out for the beach, which was just on the other side of the rise ahead of them. The day was cool, but the lack of wind meant that the beach likely would be pretty decent today- no howling winds to hinder their task.

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It was quite a thing to watch really. Emotions weren't things Nuke often got close to. He knew how to emulate them in order to pass off as at least semi-normal among his clanmates, but as far as understanding them went Nuke was as oblivious as an ant to the rest of the world. This though, this was an up close and personal viewing, and Nuke sat calmly as he watched the other flush before erupting into series of responses that only seemed to dig him farther into the hole he was trying to climb out of. And did Nuke know what he meant? Most certainly not. How was a big, muscular, scarred up thing like him cute? Even if the physical sense of the word was dropped, there were no appealing aspects to his personality. And yet, the male found a soft chuckle escaping his lips as the hollow smirk spread into an equally empty grin. There was interest though, as real as the day was long. What an unexpected reaction. "Are we really going to get into an argument over which one of us is cuter?" he asked, a sentence that was made hilarious by the fact that it was coming from a bloodied up, apathetic jaguar.

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"Besides if I had to consider it you wouldn't be the cute one at all. Considering I'd be better suited for that role I guess. Maybe you could be like....burly or something. A diamond trapped in a bunch of coal."

Yes, he could agree to that; he was burly. He wasn't exactly sure what the last part meant though. Diamond among coal? Was that a reference toward superiority among others? He wasn't sure, but it wasn't something he was willing to over analyse right now, not when the strange little calico was doing so many interesting things. He went from cocky to infuriated to agreeing with him in the span of a few moments, and the entire exchange seemed both too fast for Nuke to properly take in despite the fact that he was eager for more. Yes, eager. It was a very dulled sensation, something that would have been considered a weak caricature of the real emotion, but in a land of emptiness the small manifestation hardly went unnoticed. A rare and random occurrence to spring from such a brief conversation. Normally people displayed one, maybe two emotional responses depending on the situation, and yet Virtualreality had managed to barrage him with at least four.

"Please change the subject. This is literally killing me."

Was it? The calico sure looked a long way from dying to the jaguar. In fact, the domestic seemed very lively indeed with his loud words and numerous emotions, far more alive than Nuke himself seemed. Aside from the occasional change in facial expression and the few words uttered in response to the serval and tom, he had been a rock; still and silent. "Sure, since we're both in agreement." he replied. Cute for the other and burly for himself seemed agreeable enough, after all. What to change the subject to though, that was another matter entirely. He was hardly a master conversationalist, and to be honest they hardly lasted this long. He could be going for a record here. There was a part of him that was adamant though, a determination that differed from the fire or hatred that drove him against his father. Maybe it was because he had never had the chance to see them directed at him in such a casual manner, or maybe it was just the fascination of something new after seeing the same old boring things for so long, but Nuke had decided that talking with this individual was not as pointless as he'd first deemed it, even if he wasn't sure just what he hoped to get out of it. " So, what made you join Darkclan?" a fair enough question, and he was mildly curious. This guy hardly seemed the military type, and though Nuke didn't distinguish much difference between the clans, most apparently did.

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"You were heading out right?" acknowledged the silver jaguar as his blue gaze flicked ahead of them to follow the trail Addie had been following away from the facility. Perhaps what he was about to ask would seem bold, but Nuke had never really cared for subtly to be honest, making use of it only when necessary. "Did you want some company?"

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Nuclear Warfare, bloodclan traitor and son to the Bloodclan vice leader, Chemical, was not one to hesitate when it came to matters such as this. Though he was no loyal soldier looking to defend his home, he was in the market of showing off his capabilities and impressing his leaders- after all, he had things to do and they couldn't be done without power. So, with super senses mildly extended to keep an eye on his surroundings and mental barriers snapped firmly in place, Nuclear slipped into invisibility and approached the group from behind. He sent a blast of sound manipulation at the cougar just as he lept at her exposed backside, partly to cover up the sound of his approach and partly because the power of the blast was very likely to stun and momentarily disorient her if it worked. If he managed to land on her back like he planned, he'd dig his claws in and try and rip open a deep set of gashes down her spin.

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Were they seriously trying to come up with holiday themes attacks? Ornaments? Candycanes? Strange, to say the least. None the less, he was drawn in by the promise of battle, and the silver jaguar took a solitary seat near the back. "Why not fill the ornemants with shrapnel- they're hollow, right? Just take the top where the hook is off and fill it with broken glass. Once they break little glass pieces will be scattered all over their camp." suggested the male casual, blue eyes lingering on the one in charge. "They'll be picking glass shards out of their paws for weeks."

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The female succeeded in shaking him off and launching her own attack, and he felt claws score his rib cage as she lashed out at him with a paw. Piercing blue eyes landed on her coldly, and he lunged forward to try and grab her in his jaws and give her a teeth rattling shake, hopefully leaving a deep pair of bitemarks on the side of her neck in the process. Then he felt teeth latch onto a back leg, and a low hiss of pain escaped him. It was the badger that wreaked of Bloodclan. He had sensed it approaching but, already int eh midst of battle, had been unable to dodge.

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