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Aug 4 2017, 10:03 PM
She needed a new wardrobe. Her clothes were ill suited to this more muggy and wet area. Her preconception of the coast had been a long road alongside the beach with her gang, not this busy, crowded, and always wet place where she had to walk everywhere. It was miserable. Back up in the mountains, it was dryer and all the clothes tended to be of a thicker fabric. Down here, those fabrics all absorbed water and held it close to the skin. Absolute misery. A few hours later, she was experiencing an entirely different kind of misery.
And it was the same today. What was supposed to be, and had started as, an easy and simple clothing excursion had turned into a scarring mess. It had all started, as it so often does, with a slightly too helpful clerk. The shop had been nearly empty which was a pretty lucky find and the merchandise was pretty darn reasonable, especially for what she was looking for. That being cheap and disposable clothes to go under her leathers. Or, better yet, some new leathers. There were always patches to be mended or replaced after all and Bu wanted to be ready when she got her bike.
Perhaps it was because it was so empty that she had found herself trapped. Trapped like a rat with the most over attentive clerk that she'd ever met. All Bu had wanted was help finding the leather stuff, if they had it, but Miss Clerk had gone off all about fashion and being fashionable and her colors and her seasons and her alignments and all kinds of other things. It was like being back in front of the camera and she wasn't at all pleased about it. Which wasn't to say she was displeased either. Mostly Bu was just flustered.
This was not helped by Miss Clerk's seemingly sporadic and erratic choice in clothes for her. Soft pastels, light frills, transparent shawls, none of it was her style anymore. But Bu couldn't get a word in edgewise. It was easier to just swing with the current and let Miss Clerk do what she wanted. Besides, the clerk wasn't wrong. Most of the choices were the sort she had been offered when she was younger. They'd look good on her, but again, she just wanted some loud clothes and some leather. Perhaps after she tried these ones on she would ask about the other things. It would be a waste to not try the clothes on after they had picked them out. Maybe she would even buy a few and wear them, it would only be polite. It wasn't as if she liked wearing that kind of thing.
Bu had relented and that meant a long stay in the changing room. It was a weird feeling, wearing more fashionable clothes rather than the rough leathers and recycled stuff. It put her in mind of a happier time, when she had sang her heart out and performed and shone like a light. She liked that feeling. But the memories of those times brought with them the bad memories. Almost every experience back then was tainted by that man.
What she had gained was overshadowed by what she had lost. It was like this school. She had lost her bike, her position, and her gang. And she'd gained a fancy magical toy. It didn't come with money or an estate or any clan ties, just a history she hadn't known or cared about and a few magical things that were neat but didn't make up for the loneliness, the feeling of being trapped. Bu was horrified to realize that she had started crying.
"Are you ok, ma'am?" This was worse, now Miss Clerk was intruding and here she was in some stupid sundress and she looked weak and pathetic and she couldn't stop crying.
"Ah-Ah'm fine." Bu fought but suddenly bawled. It was so embarrassing. Thank god it wasn't crowded or anything or she might have died on the spot. The girl peeked through the curtain and saw Bu curled up in the corner of the tiny changing booth.
"Ma'am." she hesitantly held out her hand and lightly touched Bu's shoulder. Bu flinched away and the girl pulled back before advancing the hand again. "Miss, what's wrong? Are you ok." Bu nodded unconvincingly and sobbed loudly. There were too many things going on in her head, too many painful memories. The clerk girl took Bu's arms and gently tried to pull Bu up to standing but Bu was a bit too much like a wet noodle. But in doing so, she revealed Bu's naked palm.
The brand stood out against her skin, she had taken off the gloves to see how the clothes looked. The salesgirl's reaction just made Bu's choked sobs come harder. "Oh, I'm so so sorry." the clerk apologized. "Are you ok?" Bu nodded her head and then buried her face into the fabric between her knees to muffle her sobbing. She'd have to buy this stupid dress now, she'd ruined it with her face juice.
The clerk pulled away. There wasn't much to that she could do and such open and rather public displays of emotion. So she pulled away, stepped out of the booth and closed the curtain. At least this way she could give some semblance of privacy and dignity. Not that there was much of that left for Bu.
It took several minutes but eventually she was able to compose herself. She looked at herself in the mirror and nearly lost that composure she had managed to scrape off the ground. She looked a mess, she hadn't looked this pathetic since she lost it all back home. She'd been so low that she'd attacked five bikers with her bare hands. She remembered the look on Yo's face. And Ken just bailed on them. She laughed and wiped her eyes with the hem of the dress.
Yeah, things had gone alright after that. This new school and new city was just a new opportunity to go beat up new friends. She pushed herself up to her feet and put a smile on for the mirror. Bu wiped her face again, trying to clear off any other sign that she'd been crying. There wasn't much she could do about red puffy eyes but if anyone gave her shit then she'd just deck them. Bu stripped out of the dress and started putting her regular clothes back on.
"Miss, are you doing alright?" Bu turned toward the curtain. She'd forgotten about Miss Clerk. Bu sniffed and nodded.
"Yes Ah am. Ah apologize about that, Ah was...Ah am better now. Just a few bad memories, Ah was weak."
"I apologize for my rudeness," the clerk began, "but was it something to do with your hand?"
Bu held up her hand and looked at the branded skin. It was a reminder to be sure, a reminder of what she had given up, a reminder of her crime. "Ah guess it isn't unrelated, it's not really pretty is it?" She turned her hand over and back, looking at it in the mirror. But it was also a reminder of what she had done in another way too, wasn't it?
"It's not that bad." The clerk said but Bu was stuck in a thought. It was a sign of her taking back her life. Retaking control, punishing the guilty one who'd ruined her. "It's hardly noticeable." Bu was still not paying much attention. Sure being sent here was a punishment, but it wasn't a real punishment, it was a slap on the wrist and easily a new opportunity to move forward in life with new tools and stronger people. A chance to toughen her fists against a higher caliber of person. The burn could be seen as a badge from the right angle. Proof that she could stand with the hardest of them.
"Honestly, you're very beautiful under those dirty leather clothes. I bet your boyfriend must feel very lucky." Bu smiled and then shook her head as the words started to register in the jumbled mess of a mind.
"No." she said rather overly forcefully. "No Ah don't have one. A boyfriend Ah mean." She shook her head vigorously. "Don't have, don't want, don't need." Bu stated adamantly. "One girl show is what Ah am."
"Oh?" said Miss Clerk, holding her hand to her mouth. "I've never met somebody like you before." She stepped into the booth. "What's it like?"
Bu tilted her head. "Well it's pretty good. Ah mean, Ah do it all, Ah've had a lot of experience." The girl stepped in closer and Bu scrathed the back of her head. "Ah guess Ah've always wanted to stand out and get some personal attention, you know? Ah mean, when you're with fifty other girls all trying to get noticed, you kind of want to be the one chosen."
"Did she choose you?" the clerk asked.
Bu frowned. "No one ever really chose me. Ah left, gave up. thought Ah could do things alone, be alone, but Ah was wrong." She slowly shook her head. "Turns out Ah need somebody else, it's just not the same. Ah've been hoping to make a new connection now that Ah'm out here but it hasn't worked out. Just ended up in a fight." Bu sighed and the clerk gasped.
"Oh no. Was it bad?"
"Not that bad." Bu just shrugged. "Fell off the roof but it happens. No harm, no foul."
The clerk's eyes bulged and she began to look at Bu even closer for any signs of massive damage. "How long ago did this happen? Were you in the hospital?"
"Nah, Ah'm pretty durable sometimes so Ah just ended up with a couple bruises and a twisted ankle. It was a week ago so it's all faded." She stood a little straighter, kind of proud to show off how awesome she was for doing something so dangers so casually.
"Wow." The clerk breathed and ran her finger down Bu's stomach, making her laugh.
"Hey, Ah'm kind of ticklish, you know?"
The clerk pulled away and held her finger to her lips. "You're still soft, you know. Not rock hard like a man would be."
"Thanks, Ah guess." This conversation was going in a weird direction and Bu was not sure where she was standing. Figuratively of course, she knew she was standing in a dressing room with a clerk. And she was only dressed from the waist down. Actually, she was suddenly feeling very confused. This felt wrong for several reasons. But surely it was her imagination, after all, this was a girl.
"I know what it's like to feel left out sometimes. Maybe I could help you out, since you're so new in town. And you can teach me what you know." She looked up into Bu's skittish eyes.
Bu was still trying to fit in words like these with the girl right in front of her. This was the kind of things guys said to get you into bed. But the girl was being friendly, right? Just trying to be helpful to the hick girl from up north. Maybe encourage her to spend a bit more money, just perfectly normal behavior.
"Why don't you try this one on?" Miss clerk held up a new dress and Bu took it. She was still confused as the clerk slipped out of the booth. This was all in her imagination, right? Nothing untoward had happened in here, nobody had even hinted at weird behavior. Bu breathed out slowly and regathered what wits she had left.
Well, she wasn't going to give up just because of some weird feeling in her chest. She held up the dress, it seemed like it might be a bit small but the clerk seemed to be pretty knowledgeable and Bu hadn't really kept up with the latest trends in fashion. But, in deference to that weird feeling in her chest and the heat she felt when she thought about the clerk girl getting in close, Bu kept her pants on. "Are you ready, come on out." the clerk said from outside.
"Ah'm." Bu said and stepped out. The dress was a bit tight, mostly around the chest where it brought the girls in and up tight. The hips were a bit snug but that was probably due to the rough leather riding pants. They weren't exactly designed for fashionable layers. Miss Clerk seemed a bit disappointed that Bu was wearing her pants but she hid it well.
"Oh you look so good. It really suits you." Bu was a little less sure about that but nodded and pulled down the back of the dress a bit more. It didn't go down nearly far enough for her liking even with pants. Probably would make straddling a bike pretty easy though. "You know, that's my favorite color." The clerk added. "And on you I like it a whole lot more."
Bu blushed. "Wh-wh-what? What are you talking about?" This was suddenly seeming to be exactly what it looked like.
"The boys in my level are all idiots. You sound like somebody really interesting." The clerk said, her finger twirling around one of her ringlets of hair. "I think you're very pretty and if you think I'm pretty maybe you could teach me everything you know."
Bu's face was redder than a cherry tomato. She had no idea what to do. Guy's did this to get something out of you but this was a girl. What was she supposed to do? With no other protocols in her head, Bu panicked. With snakelike reflexes, she punched. A straight jab into the center of the girl's face. The girl tumbled back and Bu's eyes went wide. Holy shit, she'd just punched the girl. What was that? Why did she punch the girl?
Bu looked left and right in a complete panic. She bent down, grabbed her bag and ran out of the store. She was several blocks away before she realized that she had forgotten her shirt and was still wearing the stupid dress. And then there she was, sitting on the bench hours later trying to figure out what to do. She wanted her shirt back, she didn't want to be a thief. But she also didn't want to go back and see that girl again. Why had she punched the clerk? Stupid reflexes. Bu buried her head in her hands. This day was awful.
Jun 13 2017, 08:58 AM
Bu sat in the library with her nose in a textbook. Some might think that this was out of character for her. Those people would be correct. From the right angle, it could be seen that inside the math textbook was actually a magazine catalogue with motorcycles and parts in it. That pen she held to her lips was not being used to highlight problems but to circle prospective purchases and that intense look of concentration was her building a budget.
She'd had to give up her old bike on coming to this school, passing it down to the new commander like the previous commander had passed down to her. And her bike from before was long gone. She hadn't really expected to ever need a new one which was, admittedly, foolish. Certainly she hadn't expected to need one so soon. Without a bike, Bu felt trapped, moreso than she already was. A bike meant freedom, even if you never did go riding off into the sunset to disappear forever, the fact that you could was all you needed to make staying a little more bearable.
She underlined the price of a body that she thought looked pretty good, the trick was finding one that she could comfortably straddle as well as lean against. No weird angles or boxy dsigns, she wanted it smooth, sleek, and aerodynamic. Speed was nice, especially if you could get that good kick off that threw you back into yourself, but more importantly was the look of it right now. She didn't expect races on the street or crazy chases in the night, she expected an attack to come while she was doing nothing on campus. Any danger would be coming to her so souping up the engine into something special could wait until later.
A few banners and flags would bring the whole thing together but she was a ronin now, a girl without a gang. She'd have to join a new gang which was not her scene, or start a new gang among the preppy nobles and wannabe heroes of the academy. That was just as unappetizing. Maybe she ought to check the history of her new legacy. She was a sion now, whatever that meant for her. Perhaps there'd be some thing in history to give her an idea what she should do, but she didn't feel optimistic about it. Nobody in history rode motorcycles and did anything cool.
Jun 13 2017, 08:42 AM
Bu didn't like this place, which wasn't really saying much. The school was a prison, a prison with a lot more freedom perhaps but a prison nonetheless. A lot of new rules, new territory, and new groups that had to be allied with, subdued, or destroyed as the case may be. And she wasn't particularly well equipped for any of those options. Especially the last one, but then, that wasn't why she was here. She was there because....because she was a thug, let's be honest. She was a thug, she didn't follow the rules, and that kind of attitude might be needed to fight off some rebel cult.
She missed her gang, her bike, her everything but then she had made the decision and been prepared to accept the consequences. She'd expected real prison and gotten this school. Best to just treat it like prison for ease of adjustment. One of the things she'd been taught before the old commander went off trading bars for stripes was that you had to make friends when you went to a new territory. Make yourself known, make it known that you were not going to be pushed around or taken advantage of while still showing that you understood that you were the visitor, that you were intruding.
In an effort to be diplomatic, Bu had done some asking around and found that there were several groups around the city, but she didn't care for most of them. Besides, she needd to meet with the one who held things up at the academy grounds first and foremost. So she'd sent out a message requesting that the leader of Iga Revival meet her on the roof. One leader to another. She didn't bother saying to come alone, though she hoped he would. If things went wrong, the last thing she wanted was to have to fight a whole gang by herself, not that it would stop her.
She wanted to put on a calm front, but it was hard in the unfamiliar clothing. THe uniforms here were crap, she'd gotten her sleeves rolled up and it was half unbuttoned and hanging open, but wearing it at all made her feel like an idiot. But she couldn't stir the pot too much too quickly. She was supposed to be staying out of trouble.
Bu looked out towards the city. She'd been told that there were cultists everywhere and anywhere, but she couldn't see it. Rooting out a conspiracy was not where her talents lay. But, at the very least, when they did strike, one person could be ready for them. Then maybe she could go back home and be free, or take a bike and go around the country. She would not supplant the new commander, it was not her place, it was against her code.
May 23 2017, 09:08 PM
Bunch of NPCs probably. But with motorcycles being a big thing, at least in the shop and more so than cars, there ought to be something devoted to it in the school. Maybe a full garage.
May 21 2017, 04:59 PM
<span class="name">RAKUYAMA, BURU</span>
<span class="sub1">no clan</span>
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• 17 AND FEMALE<br>
• TANAGURA, FUKUSHIMA<br>
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• GUARD TRACK<br><br>
• Mechanics club<br>
Blonde hair, occasionally bleached very blonde as is proper for a yanki of her standing. It is very long but she will tie it up or stuff it in her hat for riding.
Muscular but thin
Buru doesn't like uniforms, she doesn't like conforming. She likes wearing tight clothes under long flowing things that can be decorated with patches or pins. A lot of her clothes tend to have pictures or text on them, though very few actual brand names. She picks a lot of it up from used shops for cheap and then adds it to her style. She also has an assortment of leather gloves that she doesn't often take off. She does wear glasses for reading.
Buru has a burn scar in her right hand as if she was carrying something that was very hot.
<CENTER><b>TRAITS</b></CENTER><br>Buru is loud and aggressive most of the time. It doesn't take much to set her off and when she does get riled up, she'll go after her target without much thought. It takes a very special sort of person to get her mad enough to think because underneath her wild mood swings is a very calculating girl. That isn't to say she's all that smart, she can be pretty dumb by book standards, mostly due to her constant ditching of class before. But she has a knack for thuggery as well as command. She can give speeches at the drop of a hat to motivate her gang into action. Usually the action was just pointless vandalism but her inspirational words certainly had some affect on the men beneath her.
Buru also has a code of honor that she instils in her gang. Protecting the downtrodden and righteous above all. That said, she's not above causing trouble for the common folk. She likes making it clear that she is her own person who doesn't need to follow society's rules, but that doesn't mean she ignores them completely. After all, disagreements are one thing but only psychopaths and the worst sort of evil people would betray the Emperor.
- Fiercely Loyal
- High Tolerance for pain
- Very Noble secretly
- Kind of dumb
- Loud and headstrong
- Easily enraged
- Her gang
- Compliments from men
- Idol Singers
- Large Animals
To be the Yanki Queen and leader of the greatest motorcycle gang in Japan
<CENTER><b>COMBAT</b></CENTER><br>If you'd like to be a traditional student you may delete everything in this section after "weapon"
Thin metal chain and Razor Blades
A simple jade comb with an elephant design that had been a gift to Ginchiyo from her husband.
One of the incredibly rare female clan leaders, Ginchiyo ruled the clan strictly and successfully, training even her servants into fighters and scary guardians at that. Nobody could stand up to her overwhelming force of personality.
<br>ACTIVATED ABILITY 1:
Welded - Drawing energy from the artifact, Buru's hands grow a stone coating around themselves and whatever she is holding on to, locking it in her grip until it wears off after a few minutes or she wills it away.
<br>ACTIVATED ABILITY 2:
Immobile - Stone comes up around Buru's legs all the way to her hips. Buru cannot move or be moved or knocked down from the spot and even a small car would not be enough to pull her from there. This does not allow her to ignore the damage that might come from such a thing however. This lasts for three rounds or until dispelled.
<br>LOCKED ACTIVATED ABILITY 3:
Colossus - The stone completely covers Buru and she looks like a statue of an ancient samurai. She has all the benefits of immobile but can move, albeit very slowly. This lasts 3 rounds.
Resilient - Buru is very resistant to bludgeoning damage, it takes a lot of damage to leave a bruise and people are more likely to dislocate a bone than break it. However blades still cut her readily.
<br>LOCKED PASSIVE 2:
Unyielding - Buru becomes even more resistant, able to ignore almost all bludgeoning type damage and her skin is harder to cut as if she was more rock than flesh.
<br>LOCKED AWAKENED MODE COLOR:
Yellowish white light.
<br> AWAKENED ATTACK:
Unstoppable</div> With all powers on at once, Buru becomes a golem like being, covered in stone, immune to bashing and crushing, resistant to blades, and near impossible to shift. But more than that, she retains her speed and agility of her plain human form as if she wasn't encumbered at all. This lasts three minutes or three posts, whichever comes first.
(If you have faceclaims in mind please note them.)
<br>• Unknown Father
<br>• Mayami Rakuyama (Mother)
<br>• Manabu Hozuku (Sponsor)<br>
Buru grew up in the sticks, the outskirts of Tanagura. She lived alone with her mother who was almost never around. That didn't bother Buru as she tended to stay away from the house too. Of course while her mother stayed away working, Buru stayed out getting into trouble with the local kids and going to the only karaoke in the small town. For a joke, she was convinced by her friends to send in a tape and audition for a part in a newly formed idol group. The producers would be passing through the town. Buru acted like she didn't care but inside she was very excited and had high hopes. There was nothing she wanted more than to sing and perform for crowds making them happy. <br><br>
Miracle of miracles, she was accepted. Her life changed. There was far less time for herself. She was always practicing, going out to performances, even school was different, most of it done online while she was on the road and she had to get help from her other band mates. And there were a lot of them. Sixty four girls made up the group but it felt like every one was managed and being groomed to be a solo artist should they break out in the public eye. <br><br>
Perhaps it was this that made her so trusting. Perhaps she wanted to stand out from the massive crowd of other idols that she was in competition with. Whatever it was, Buru should have been a bit more careful. One manager in particular took a liking to Buru. He told her that she had the talent to become really poular, to make it on her own. He told her that by following his instructions, she would see a huge upswing in popularity within the group and possibly even become a solo artist or be part of an offshoot trio of some kind. For a period of time, this was true. <br><br>
Over a year, she began to rise, soon she was out of the background and being seen more towards the front of the sixtyfour girls. She was getting more questions asked directly to her for her to respond with scripted answers. Life was good as long as she was a good girl. But it didn't last. Ateention from the producer moved on and she was cast aside. She stopped playing the good girl for him and he responded with far more cruelty than she'd ever expected. It was a long fall when you're near the top. And rumors abounded, rumors of cheating, lying, of having a boyfriend on the side, all until she finally fell out of the group, a pariah. She left with even less than she had when she began.<br><br>
She returned home, now starting high school. Her old friends no longer standing by. She had been isolated from them for so long and now they knew the rumors. Buru was alone. But sometimes lonely people end up drawn to each other. She was skipping school after a bad day previous when she encountered her first bosozoku gang member and fell in love for the second time. Not with the guy, but with the bike. She begged to be taken on, to join this new gang. When he took liberties, she took his hand and broke a finger. A few days later, she was met on the street by six more gang members as she walked home from the train. Instead of retribution, they were doing recruitment. She was too young to be on a bike but she could be one of the bunnies. Part of the gang but more of a tool than a rider. She accepted and started her new life of delinquency. <br><br>
Her schooling fell further by the wayside as she embraced the new bosozoku life and learned the grease monkey trade. But more than that, she enjoyed the fighting. It made her feel strong again, in control. She liked that feeling and she worked hard to become one of the nastier and dirtier fighters in the gang. As it approached her sixteenth birthday, she was one of the more popular members of the gang, both for her quick wits, nasty attitude, and for being a cute iol singer in the past. Though anyone who brought that up in the gang while she was around was going to be tasting her chain very shortly. It was at this point that Da Chief was stepping down. He was trading bars for stripes and joining the national army. But before he went, he handed leadership to Buru along with his special bike. <br><br>
With her new bike, gang, and lease on life, she led a new wave of hanging out in parking lots and bike shows, staring at people threateningly, and minor crime for the history books. But she had her own scores to settle, issues from the past that would have to be resolved before she was truly free. One afternoon, she found herself pulled from the local hangout and taken to the police station. Here, she met special detective Manabu Hozoku and he was there to charge her with murder. <br><br>
The producer from her idol days had been murdered. An unknown assailant had shot him twice as he was leaving the offices. They were checking out several leads and, with her possible motive and collection of minor violations, she was a very attractive suspect. Inspector Hozoku had his own special method of interrogation. It wasn't exactly admissible in court but it often helped him on his investigations, he told her. He could create an orb of energy that burned when people lied to him. Buru took it in her fist and told the inspector things, many things. And then she was released. <br><br>
At least for a few days. Then Inspector Hozoku returned and took her in for a new conversation. This one was off the record. A discussion of where her future lay. She had impressed him in some ways. Not with her decisions, but as a useful tool. By the end of the discussion, she had followed in Da Chief's footsteps. Though rather than bars she had traded a far less appetizing future and instead of stripes, she was being sent to school.<br><br>
She was to go and use her talents for infiltrating, getting into trouble, and all around being an ostracized delinquent to find out if or how the rebels were or would infiltrate the school. She was to be bait and it was her job to be the most alluring bait at the school. And then, once she was contacted or encountered any rebel cells, to sort them out. With her future decided for her, she passed on the gang to a promising boy with a few words of warning and that if they needed her, they could send her a message and she would return. Admittedly they all assumed she was going to be spending a stint in prison but oh well.<br><br>
To assist with this, she was taken to a room in Edo Castle where they checked her linneage against any possible relics they had and brought them up to test her compatibility with. If none of them were compatible with her, then she would be stuck relying entirely on her own ability. Fortunately, she reacted positive with the comb of Ginchiyo. With a few last words of warning from the Inspector, Buru found herself in Edo with a relic, no motorcycle, and a nebulous set of goals.
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