OCHIRO!

I'm just a bounty hunter doing his job. (Guilty Gear XX/Guilty Gear verse/ open verse. Will be glad to RP with anyone.) (Independant)

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forsakenscience started following you

Upon sensing this man, Ragna stopped in his tracks. He squinted, brows tilted down even more than usual. Something about this man was different, and not a good kind of different. He smelled, reeked even, with the stench of… something. He couldn’t place it, but it was there and too pungent to ignore. This guy wasn’t toting any ordinary armagus, no way. Not to mention he was plenty tall, well built, and wielding a sword that looked duller than the Reaper’s own blade.

He was probably a bounty hunter. A weird looking, magic carrying bounty hunter. Ragna’s hand reflexively drifted to the handle of Blood-Scythe. “… Who the hell are you?” He asked, scowling.

[forsakenscience]

Kagutsuchi. This new town was all as strange to the bounty hunter even if he'd arrived unexpectedly a week before. But what kind of town was this? A place where everyone was scared for their lives, running away from this new bounty named "Ragna". He's only heard stories of who this target was, but never actually saw a photo of the wanted man. He knew that there was some truth to rumor, but in this case, he knew for the most part or he felt that people were just making a big name. An urban legend almost.

As he saw this kid, however, he was giving him a look as if he was ready to fight or if he had a problem with him. He had the Fuuenken over his shoulder, the vanguard and weapon he used whenever things got bad. Another thing that stood out was one eye being red and the other green along with that white spiked hair he had. But something didn't seem right.

"What's it to you boy?"

[one-eyed-hound-deactivated20131]

He wasn’t exactly surprised that Sol hadn’t heard of Miller; his second-in-command had lived most of his life in Japan and didn’t have the same resume of heroics that Snake did. Nevertheless, Miller is one of his most trusted allies and a person of note that any new recruit should know about.

“Yeah, that’s right. Kaz. Blond hair and aviator glasses, can’t miss him. He’ll be the guy that briefs you before missions.”

“Our R&D labs look a little something like this…”

“It’s to the west of where we are now, the Command Center. I’m not too good with the technical mumbo jumbo, but if you talk to the guys that are normally there, they should have no problems telling you about the technology that we have.”

Snake knew that he would lead the MSF to whatever conflict that called for them, but he also knew that one day he would have to go directly against the United States. As long as Cipher stays in control, it would be unavoidable. It was his problem, but he was glad that he had loyal men that would be willing to go to hell with him.

“That reminds me… I never caught your name, soldier. What do you prefer to go by?”

[forsakenscience]

This Kaz sounded more and more like an interesting fellow. Someone that looked like or sounded like someone right out of Top Gun. For the now ex-bounty hunter, he wouldn't really doubt if this Kaz was an acclaimed man like Snake, but a second in command proves whosever in that position, knows about responsibility and maintaining things while the commander and chief is gone.

"I'll be on the look out for him then..."

He looked at the plant and proceeded onto business. This offshore lab seemed like the right place for anyone to hide or conduct business without a hitch. It seemed as if this plant was developed and kept being improved upon. By the 1970's, there were off-shore plants already in place, but nothing like this. Still, there was a lingering question with Sol: was there anyone of notice from back then in the 1970's that were here too? Surely none of his professors, but possibly someone who's benefited the world of science. 

"Ah thank you sir. Who is in charge of the R&D?"

Somehow, in some way, this man in red knew this question would come up. The truth was, he left his identity behind to use this guise to never be found again. However, seeing as now he's a recruited soldier, now he would only be remembered in the pages of history along with his entire team. They would remember Snake, but not him, and thankfully he wanted that to be like this.

"It's Frederick but, I don't use that name any more, sir."

[forsakenscience]

This female, as fast and as well-equipped as she was, knew how to move out of those tight spots. In a sense, she did it all with elegance, as she ran as fast to get away from him. 

The wind kept going through the bounty hunter, like knives going by, cold but certainly fast. This was going to be a game of chase as both the red creatures ran. There was in a way, a freedom, as both the male and female were unbound and not going on any agenda. This was their playground, and their own haven that no one else dared to interfere.

“What’s the deal?!”

[madameadaw-blog]

A hiss slipped past her throat. His persistence was much too close for comfort. Even with the use of her grapple gun to propel her leagues further, he still managed to keep running after her.

What ever did he want? Was he of another faction that had it in for Carla Radames? Not that it mattered; she had prior engagements that needed tended to. A simple conversation could throw a wrench in the timetable of her objective.

The curiosity came and went.

Her limbs hopped off of the ledge of an adjacent building, with the use of hookshot to safely land without repercussions of a vast fall. As elusive and agile as she was, she was able to slip past a tiny crack of a eleven-foot gate. Her destination was but a hop and a skip away.

[forsakenscience]

Jumping to next ledge, he was careful of the catwalk before him. The red bounty hunter had to make a break for it. All he wanted to ask was just who she was and how she knew Simmons, not to go after her for no reason.

But the lingering question on his mind, like a paper that could never be thrown away, was still there: why was she running? She didn't seem like a hitman or some sort of rich lady who could do what she wanted as long as she had the money to cover it all. No, this was someone who had years of experience, someone who would be cut out for the KGB or even the CIA. But he had the feeling still, that she wasn't affiliated with them, seeing as how Simmons was a world leader, financially running the world.

He saw her get away as he stopped at the ledge. He did hear a hook-line, or a sound of something shooting off. It wasn't a gun, nor was it flare gun for that matter. It had to be something else. Looking at the area around him, he did have an idea or some conclusion of where she was. The bounty hunter moved quick and silently into the general area as he wasn't sure if she was there or not. Covered in shadows and with some street lights that loomed in the night, he called out to this crimson stranger.

"I'm not here to turn you in. Just wanted to know, why were you there if you can hear me. Did you know Simmons?"

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“………” The swordsman remained silent for awhile as he sized the man before him. The fact that he called him kid when he looked just as old as he was made him slightly uneasy. No reaction from his brand meant him was odd for someone dressed like that. His eyes matched Guts’ own…He had seen ones like that before. The one belonging to Snake. Guts put his hand on the sword as his eye narrowed. “….Depends on who you are….Does the name God Hand mean anything to you?” He questioned as he remained on guard.

[forsakenscience]

"God Hand?" The name did sound familiar the moment this male asked. According to rumors, or even in some biblical texts, they were a circle of angels and devils. He wasn't sure which they were, but there were five members, considering the name of 'Hand'.

"A little bit. I've heard of them only through some books I've read. How'd you know of them?"

[forsakenscience]

SHOWTIME!

"Time to get to work."

(On responses xD)

[forsakenscience]

midlandianblackswordsman started following you

"Well" The bounty hunter responded as he noticed this younger male, short dark spikey hair with an oversized sword. It was heavier than the two handed German blades made back then, but the boy seemed to hold his own. "Good weapon you got there kid. What's your name?"

[forsakenscience]

the-silent-soldier started following you

"I'm not too sure who you are or how you found me." The bounty hunter responded as he saw this female with blue hair, but a discipline that could only come from the military. "But, something tells me you're from the Army? Maybe Marines? Well, anywho pleasure to meet you stranger."

[sadisticnabaat-blog]

Pinched between the tips of slender, leather clad digits was the head of her dark baton. Personally overseeing a shipment of l’Cie subjects had been an assignment she personally requested from her superiors and, given her rank and ‘physical sway’, such a desire was easily satiated. Such proximity to potential manipulative tools riled her at the core. Satisfaction manifested in a taut half smile, full pink tiers resting upon one another and jade hues observing the operation. 

Gripping with annoyance at the sudden contact that resulted in a wavered stature, the visually dulcet and supple Commander pivoted sharply to meet the gaze of the foolish assailant that would push her. An apology did escape from the lost boy prior to her outrage being given voice and action. “I am fine,” She replied, head canting with blonde tresses cascading from her shoulder in a sugary, calm gesture, “You seem to be skirting quite close to a sanctioned Military Operation. Far more than a typical denizen of Cocoon would dare to. You are also dressed in quite a foreign manner.” Despite her endearing, inviting smile supported by a silken, cloying voice, her articulations and quick firing of deductions displayed a previously unforeseen intelligence and vindication, “You may have to be detained.”

[forsakenscience]

The mood for saying sorry and asking for forgiveness had suddenly faded away as this was turning into a shakedown, this time on him. He crossed his arms as he kept his auburn eyes on her's. This new land he wasn't one to be really welcoming for someone who by accident stumbled on this female.

There wasn't any time for inspections as to what this female was doing or anything about the activities she was attending to. What was known about her was her holding a position of power. When the words 'detain' or 'articulation' come into play, this meant she was part of a military agency, this PSICOM he's turned a few people in for. 

He stood his ground though as she told him about what he just might be facing for simply 'being at the wrong time at the wrong place'. But this outsider, this man who had entered in Cocoon, did have an idea. He closed his eyes as he blinked, still keeping his eyes on her. The wind went through these two individuals as well as those in chains, the sound of his red coat and his black collard shirt went with the direction it blew. 

"Huh, well then" he paused as he kept his posture as well as his eyes on her. His body language was an indication of him not going to bend or move for anyone. The tall man was someone who was both headstrong and one who didn't seem his age as he was prepared to reveal his trump card against her threat.

"Forgive me again ma'am. I can understand how this is a military ground, and sometimes the SOP is strictly military personnel only. I can't claim to be a long time resident of Cocoon. However" He reached to his back pocket to pull out his credentials of his job, ever since he came here against his choice.

"Upon my arrival, I've captured some of these l'cies you have hiding around here." He responded as he took out an identification of being a bounty hunter. It was true that he wasn't a local but he did return wanted persons of interests back to PSICOM, and directly to them without any middle man.  "So, I accidentally stumbled upon this area, of my employers. I don't believe there's any reason for detainment since I stumbled upon her by accident. Don't you think, miss?"

[one-eyed-hound-deactivated20131]

Big Boss couldn’t help but be impressed by Sol’s resume. His recruits were no slouches, but most of them only specialized in one area. Maybe two areas, tops. A competent field soldier wouldn’t necessarily be fit for the R&D team. 

“A regular jack of all trades. Reminds me a bit of my second-in-command, Kazuhira Miller. I’m sure you’ll get to know him soon enough.”

But what interested the commander the most was Sol’s mentioning of swords. Big Boss was an expert on guns of all kinds, but he didn’t know much about swords. 

“Do you have any knowledge about developing weapons? The MSF is supplied with more than enough guns, but we don’t have any melee weapons other than knives. It’s not a pressing issue, just something to consider. I’ll assign you to whichever team you feel most comfortable with.”

Upon hearing his subordinate’s praise for his naming of Outer Heaven, the commander took a moment to think about what led him to that name in the first place. It wasn’t too long ago that Big Boss confronted and defeated Gene, the commander that led the FOX rebellion. Gene had his own vision in Army’s Heaven, but what separated the two was that Big Boss genuinely cared about his men.

“With the path that we walk as soldiers, there’s no chance that we’ll ever make it to heaven. We’re condemned to the hell brought by conflict, but there’s no place we rather be. That’s where the name ‘Outer Heaven’ comes into play.”

[forsakenscience]

He was surprised inside that the man who he had only read about would compliment on his talents and his ways he could contribute to MSF. It took years upon years just to have a good hold on these skills. Anyone  could do it, all they need was just motivation. But for this now ex-bounty hunter from the future, he had to learn some how to keep himself alive.

"Kazuhira Miller?" He responded as the name wasn't one he that came to mind. If anything, he was using references from his memory he had in college. He never heard of a Kazuhira Miller, but then again, it wouldn't surprise him if the publishers or whoever was in charge of what to include, decided not to add him in the pages of history.

With the mention of the need for up-close weapons, this was another area Sol was exposed to, and had to develop weaponry back then for the Sacred Order of the Holy Knights, a time in which only he would be alive to tell the tale as it was far in the future. But this was different: a modern scientist working with equipment made during this era. This wouldn't only give MSF a fair shot, but a good advantage.

"Yeah, actually if we do have the tech here, I could probably invent some ideas and show em to you sir. Where's your R&D department?"

His words however, were true. In some places around the world, soldiers can be viewed as death machines to honor-bound heroes. But there wasn't any guarantee in the first place they'd be knocking on Heaven's Door. They've killed human lives, they were boys / girls now turned into what some may refer to them as "murderers". And in some cases, such as the most recent end to the Vietnam War, some would come back forever changed. And for the worse.

"It's true. Soldiers, no matter what part don't have the keys to the kingdom to go up there. And no one really sees it either. This is...right, and it's a place for one more."  

[madameadaw-blog]

With the flick of the wrist, the grappling hook attached to the edge of some building. Sturdy enough to support the weight and tug of her ministrations. Ada soared through the night sky like a graceful dove, like a meteorite embodied in the form of a statue of Aphrodite.

The winds licked at her cranberry blouse haphazard strands. Rustling of fabrics couldn’t have been any more of a sweet symphony to hold weight to the very magnitude of her quick-fast inclination. The winds hissed at her like a beast in passing.

She was a sphinx. She was elusive.

He was fast and undeniably agile, but not fast enough to keep so much as a tendril of hair in his grasp.

No time.

[forsakenscience]

This female, as fast and as well-equipped as she was, knew how to move out of those tight spots. In a sense, she did it all with elegance, as she ran as fast to get away from him. 

The wind kept going through the bounty hunter, like knives going by, cold but certainly fast. This was going to be a game of chase as both the red creatures ran. There was in a way, a freedom, as both the male and female were unbound and not going on any agenda. This was their playground, and their own haven that no one else dared to interfere.

"What's the deal?!"

[kim-sue-il-blog]

A chase for the capture

[kim-sue-il-blog]

Kim snapped out of his thoughts when he heard someone calling out to him in a gruff tone. He arched his right eyebrow at the fact that this man in front of him called him a “kid”. A Caucasian man with long brown hair held up in a headband to form spiky hair on top and a long ponytail in the back and reddish-brown eyes. His attire consisted of a red mini vest with black trim with two buttons on each side, a black muscle shirt, black fingerless gloves, white pants with a red and black cloth and a belt buckle with a big silver plate with the word “FREE” carved into the plate, and red steel-toe boots with black trim; He has a lot of mini belt buckles for whatever reason this guy has for it.

‘He has a strange weapon.’ Kim mused inwardly as he glanced at the strange weapon within the man’s right hand; The weapon is shaped in a rectangular with a smaller red rectangular with white trim, five holes in a light silver plate, a red square with another strange shape, and a black hilt which the Caucasian man is holding in his right hand. All in all, he stands out like a sore thumb.

“I could ask you the same question considering your attire.” Kim answered the Caucasian’s question in a skeptical tone. “But to answer your question, I’m here on official police business.”

[forsakenscience]

This individual didn't seem to really notice this place as a killzone and the potential that someone would be leaving with plenty of blood being bled out from a wound or from saying "the wrong things at the wrong time". But he did notice that he was looking at his appearance. He stood back a little, with an expression that signified or meant "every man for himself".

This whole area was covered in grey cloud, even a few blackened storm clouds entering. Whatever it was, the high heavens above were ready to break at any point. It was the right setting for a part of town that hadn't seen a brighter day since the crime families took control.

"And what's it to you cop?" He responded in a cold and a tone that revealed how he didn't really have any faith in whoever it was. But this wasn't a town to reveal the reasons why someone would be there: since any sane human being would've left town before the fires and the gang wars would take place.

"If you are one, this ain't the place to reveal your work."

[madameadaw-blog]

There were steps.

She heard them—the sound of rushing feet tapping mercilessly against the gravel, skipping them beneath the momentum of resolve. A faint click emphasized the reloading of an arrow slipping into the tiny groove in which positioned the bow gun. A voice vibrated against the China doll’s audibles. A slight turn of the chin coupled with flared nostrils took in the whiff of perspiration.

Men.

“I’m afraid I don’t have time to stick around and chat—my dance card’s full.” her clicking heels steered her backward until she broke into a sprint.  Swift like the wind.

[forsakenscience]

Something about this girl in red seemed like she was more than just a hitman. She was as stealthy as a thief in the night, and about has silent as a spider ready to kill it's catch of the day. He grasped his blade as he kept his auburn eyes on her, his spiked hair going with the wind.

She was well on her way, but this dance wasn't over just yet. He charged after her, a super human on the loose tracking down a swift girl like her. Jumping to the next building to building, seeing her in sight.

"We're not through yet, my lady."

[forsakenscience]

This man before him, the history text books revered him as a universal soldier, and the man who not only was given many titles world wide, but was a man who carried himself with such mastery and someone who wasn’t afraid of dying. In the bounty hunter’s eyes, this was a man worth following and a man worth listening to what he has to say. He was in the face of the greatest spy the United States ever recruited, since the Mother of the Special Forces.

He looked at him in the eye, without any flinching whatsoever. Sol knew that this was only the beginning in this new life he had involuntarily fell for. The only part of this being voluntary was wanting to join MSF, a group of individuals who had no such thing as a home, a place for not just soldiers, but a place for one more. 

This was the type of mentality that he always had. It was never about patriotism for him, nor was it ever about being remembered for being a villain. This was about belonging to a group of individuals who joined because they had no where to go, because they forsake their own countries. This was the only major force that was willing to stand against the times, and Big Boss himself knew this, as did Sol with his hidden age.

The cigarette was still lit for him as he stood up with Big Boss. As he stood up, he knew that this would be the end of the road, and understood what would follow, that now more than ever, he would be deemed a war criminal. But in the back of his mind, he knew what the future held with biological weapons becoming a spearhead focus for any young scientist willing to sacrifice themselves.

“No sir. My home isn’t with the United States. I know what follows for me, and I’m willing to use my skills in a place where we won’t be taken advantage of.” He responded as he saluted to Big Boss.

“I’ve lost too much and know the feeling of being used by my mother land. I’m willing to forsake my own country and go wherever I’m needed in a company like this, that fights wherever we’re needed.”

[one-eyed-hound-deactivated20131]

It had been too many times that loyal soldiers, men and women who had put their life on the line for their country, were used like expendable tools, used only to serve the interest of the homeland, and then thrown away when no longer needed.  It happened to his beloved mentor, The Boss, who always took it in stride and remained loyal to her cause. It happened to Big Boss himself, but he couldn’t suffer the same fate as his mentor did. Big Boss wanted a world where warriors of all kind would have a place to go, a place where they would be respected for who they were. That was the reason for the MSF, and the man that stood before him understood that completely. Looking the bounty hunter dead in the eyes, Big Boss returned the salute.

“Welcome to the Militaries Sans Frontiéres, soldier.”

Breaking his salute, Big Boss folded his arms, keeping his concentration on the man standing in front of him. “You seem to already know a lot about my company,” Big Boss stated. “I suppose you don’t already know that the MSF isn’t only about fighting? I can already tell you’re a skilled fighter, but do you have any other talents that might aid our cause?”

[forsakenscience]

As a scientist, an ex-soldier, and to a certain extent, a witness of the world, Sol knew that this man's words were true. It wasn't until the future that countries would dismantle and let go of their borders, militarize their own armies / branches of this so called "National Security". True, the United States served as a hallmark and an innovator as well as a supporter for the world, but it too was victim of using and expending soldiers or any personnel that they were deemed a failure.

With the seasoned veteran of both war and the master prodigy of a legacy began by the Boss, Sol felt that he still was standing in the face of a man who would defy the world if he had to, leave his own mark in the world, and at the same time, take on the greatest beast of all: the Times. 

"I thank you, sir." 

He too broke his salute as he looked over to the man, now showing his eyes from the shadows it hid under. He placed his hands on his sides and kept himself up as he listened to Snake's words. This would make sense: not one nation or commander could ever stabilize an entire group without any specialists such as medics, cooks, and even outfitters. Not one army has one from fight and training alone, there had to be a team of people who supported those fighting troops.

"Yes sir, actually not only can be cut out for my fighting abilities, with or without a sword or gun, but I do also have other skills I could serve MSF with." He responded as he looked outside to see it's facilities and it's vast area, known as Mother Base.

"Science was originally my field, mainly biology and physics, so I do have skills in engineering and even some medical science. When it comes to engineering, I do know such techniques like with deconstructing guns, fixing automobiles, and even studying such factors like the force of an impact, work involved when a bullet is fired." He paused as he just listed a mouthful. "And...I'm an alright cook."

He did pause for some time as he looked down, crossing his arms for a moment to then look up at his commanding officer. "Sir, Outer Heaven...it's a fitting name."

[nothinglastsxforever]

forsakenscience started following you

“Hello there sir, my name is Yuna! What’s yours, if I may ask?”

[forsakenscience]

"Huh, aren't you a happy one. Name's Sol, pleasure to meet you Yuna. What's this 'Spira' everyone's been speaking of?"

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forsakenscience 

wong-ada 

motherofsacrifice 

royalcerulean

“Can I help you?” The swordsman alleged towards the foreign travelers.

[forsakenscience]

"Huh, yeah I'm a little lost here. This place we're in, this is Edge, isn't it?" The bounty hunter asked the young spikey haired man as he stood up.

[one-eyed-hound-deactivated20131]

Hearing the man’s story out, the solider nodded in approval. Most volunteers who approached him typically always challenged him to a duel; they didn’t quite believe that he was the real Big Boss. But this man carried himself with much respect, seeming to already know exactly who Big Boss is and what he’s done.

“I think you’ll fit in with us just fine, but I just want to make sure you understand something. If you’re having second thoughts and you have a life to live for, it isn’t too late to walk way. I can arrange for my men to take you home if need be.”

At 39 years old, Big Boss had seen and been through more things than most people experience in a life time. He had always given this speech to potential recruits; he didn’t want anyone throwing their life away if they didn’t have to. Taking one last drag from his cigar before he put it out, Big Boss stood up before the younger man.

“The MSF was founded on the premise of exactly what you just said. A bunch of soldiers, no longer with a home to go to and no allegiance to anyone but their selves. A bunch of soldiers who are only of any use when they are fighting.”

  “If you want to join us, just know that there’ll be no victory or salvation. When one battle comes to an end, we move on to wherever the next conflict happens to be. It’s our own personal hell and the battlefield is all we’ll ever know, but it’s also our heaven. It’s our home. This is Outer Heaven.” 

[forsakenscience]

This man before him, the history text books revered him as a universal soldier, and the man who not only was given many titles world wide, but was a man who carried himself with such mastery and someone who wasn't afraid of dying. In the bounty hunter's eyes, this was a man worth following and a man worth listening to what he has to say. He was in the face of the greatest spy the United States ever recruited, since the Mother of the Special Forces.

He looked at him in the eye, without any flinching whatsoever. Sol knew that this was only the beginning in this new life he had involuntarily fell for. The only part of this being voluntary was wanting to join MSF, a group of individuals who had no such thing as a home, a place for not just soldiers, but a place for one more. 

This was the type of mentality that he always had. It was never about patriotism for him, nor was it ever about being remembered for being a villain. This was about belonging to a group of individuals who joined because they had no where to go, because they forsake their own countries. This was the only major force that was willing to stand against the times, and Big Boss himself knew this, as did Sol with his hidden age.

The cigarette was still lit for him as he stood up with Big Boss. As he stood up, he knew that this would be the end of the road, and understood what would follow, that now more than ever, he would be deemed a war criminal. But in the back of his mind, he knew what the future held with biological weapons becoming a spearhead focus for any young scientist willing to sacrifice themselves.

"No sir. My home isn't with the United States. I know what follows for me, and I'm willing to use my skills in a place where we won't be taken advantage of." He responded as he saluted to Big Boss.

"I've lost too much and know the feeling of being used by my mother land. I'm willing to forsake my own country and go wherever I'm needed in a company like this, that fights wherever we're needed."

[zakuramatsuri]

Seeing both ninjas Kasumi and Ryu returning && actually seeing a Big Boss roleplayer on here, ne?

[forsakenscience]

Of course! And to see the man himself here, that made my night right there. Where's your sis though? Ayane or Hayate? Either way though, I thank you.