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LT. Naoshi Kanno [ DRIFTERS & historical portrayal ] ✯ written by C H E E T O S side blog to gott--mit--uns

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naoshi kanno: i'll kick anyone's ass. i'll kick your ass. i'll kick your dragon's ass. i'll kick my own ass.

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"May I ride in your metal bird sometimes?"

Sometime ? Hah ! Doesn’t take long for the pilot to get himself reeled up. Already the first words of the inquiry had his lips twitch dangerously into a sneer. It didn’t go beyond that however; holding his head high in pride with a mocking grin that almost spelled out Are you stupid ?, because he had always made it clear no one but himself laid a finger on the shiden-kai.

“You ? Hah ! What experience do you have in flying ?”

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Thoughts on Amelia Earhart?

“ Who ? ”

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Meaningful Sentence Starters

“There’s something I really need to tell you.” “I honestly thought that things would be very different.” “Do you wish you could have done it differently?” “What exactly did you think was happening here?” “How do you decide when it’s enough?” “I would die for this cause.” “There are only a few things in this world that are truly important to me.” “Ideals have to count for something.” “Why should I be a nice person?” “This was meant to be easier.” “I have an idea that I need to share.” “Look, you might not like me but we’re stuck in this.” “You remind me of someone I once knew.” “How long does it take people to change, I wonder?” “There are no good choices here.” “There are days I think we’re just in over our heads here.” “How do you keep going when things get hard?” “Are you genuinely interested in me as a person, or is this a game too?” “I care what I look like because I care what people think of me.” “Why did you decide to do it?” “You know what I really regret?” “I’m still struggling to believe any of this is real.” “Are you certain this is what you really want.” “Tell me a dream? Or a secret?” “Do you think you would still be the same person if things had turned out differently?” “What I really meant to say was very different.” “I don’t know if you’ll like what I have to say to you, but I have to tell you anyway.” “You were never supposed to know.” “Why can’t you just follow instructions?” “Why can’t you just ignore instructions?” “What chains you to this life? What keeps you here?”

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⚔ FLAWS

moody | short-tempered | emotionally unstable | whiny controlling | conceited | possessive | paranoid | lies impatient | cowardly | bitter | selfish | power-hungry greedy | lazy | judgmental | forgetful | impulsive vengeful | stubborn | sadistic | petty | unlucky | over analytical

♛ STRENGTHS

honest | trustworthy | thoughtful | caring | brave patient | selfless | ambitious | tolerant | lucky intelligent | confident | focused | humble | generous merciful| observant | wise | clever | charming cheerful | optimistic | decisive | adaptive | calm

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N1K2-J Shiden-kai fighters in flight, date unknown.

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Can we please note that 343A15 belonged to ace Naoshi Kanno. Correct me if I’m wrong, but the two yellow bands and number are unmistakable.

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天皇陛下万歳 — Hello there, indie and semi-selective DRIFTERS and WWII RP side-blog for Japanese ace LT. NAOSHI KANNO. Known as ‘The Destroyer’, 'Yellow Fighter’, and 'Bulldog’, my portrayal centers mainly on the fictional Kanno portrayed in the anime, with drawn facts from the real ace. Currently I’m looking for new writing partners, and this type of promos get around fairly well. That said if you want to adopt a problematic fav. or seek some Pacific Front threads, would I interest you ? A fair warning: Due to the nature of the series and the topics of WWII, if you are easily offended by things such as racism, and slurs, please abstain from following me.

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@wingsofgild // Starter Call

It wasn’t that he hadn’t heard him approach, he had only been paying little attention to him, and so as a tired dog let his soft footsteps come closer. He appeared more engrossed watching the horizon where dark clouds had already begun to gathered, wondering silently if the bright flashes of light were the start of it or the far away explosions of enemy fire.

He caught his figure out of the corner of his eyes; caught the pungent smell of oil and fuel with the shift of the wind too. No word came. Instead he reached for the wrench, weighted it on his hand, paused and stared back at the crackling white ahead. The wind picked up. And still without a word he hopped off the fighter to the ground were more tools laid strewn. He was no mechanic, but he would try to get her off the ground again.

Kanno glances briefly at his, dropping the wrench to the dusty ground. Fingers freed he began to unclip buckles and undo zippers, freeing one arm first then the other off the jumper to reveal a white wife beater underneath. “What do you want ?” He says to him calmly, though there is certainly nothing calming in the way he spits it out, while he reaches for his cap next.

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IM SORRY

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He castrated an orc with a monkey wrench!

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When you think about it, Naoshi Kanno really is just a racist, loud mouthed asshole who never matured past the swear words are cool phase of age 15 and who is now considered a Sky God by a bunch of furries.

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@icharibaxchode // Starter Call

Few managed to silence the mouth of his, it required skill. Though why it takes him a moment to react from were he stands staring at the other — grease stained, boot tips dug deep into the dirt and his gloveless hands shoved underneath his armpits for warmth — wasn’t because he had finally been silenced by skill; he didn’t knew what to say, had to figure things out, arrange his own language…find the words to describe what he was seeing. Shit. This isn’t the most bizarre thing he has come to see within the past months, he’s been thrown off the rail by gender appearances and other crazy ass shit but…

“Right…”

"Care to explain what the shit is going on here to me as if I was just a snot-nosed brat of three ?"

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@boldxvirtue // Starter call

Gray smoke pillared towards the sky, vanishing into the hot atmosphere while his eyes, just behind it’s murky cloud, narrowed at the figure before him, as though perhaps just by seeing them he could read them like an open book. When he didn’t, he reached for the cigarette on his mouth.

“Do you speak Japanese ?” he barked, spitefully, (more so than intended in his rough voice, or perhaps it was intended), tossing the cigarette away and crushing it underfoot as he crossed the gap between them in five swift strides.

“Or are you one of them ?”One of them. Vaguely. To him, there was no need to specify Chinese or Korean, both were low scum in their — the Japanese Empire’s — eyes. One less than the other, but the rancor for both, the latent racism in which he had been raised, was something that went unhidden. Did it matter now ? He could just as well fucking ask if the other was one the enemy in this new world and still be, in his own world and perspective, the enemy.

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@catch-hell-mercenary gets a little something

[待って待って待って！！]

Just like that his previous friendliness, or near close friendliness in this case, swayed dangerously into one of antagonization and irritation. Praise can get you far, but praise can get you only so far too; and between their short lived chat that seemed to be close to end between an invitation for a drunk buddy chat Kanno suddenly seemed to decide that perhaps, no was the best option and a foot to chest or head was the best option.

Of course he didn’t, not yet. That was just a thought on the back of his head. Unfortunately in the way his body moved to shift his weight on to his left leg already called for preparation. He’s not exactly the tallest man, but his demeanor of fiery bravado was enough warning how he could easily sock about anyone. Either way, this wasn’t about dislike, no really, fuck this entire situation, fuck those dragons, and overall fuck the war, but no one was nearing the busted Shiden-Kai to touch with their grimy little fingers…claws.

He is too close for his comfort zone and Kanno makes sure to stand between him and her like an overprotective lover asserting all that dominant bullshit.“That’s close enough ! Keep the fuck away from my plane ! Don’t even dare to fucking touch it or I’ll kill you! Turn you into shit dog food ! Then I’ll make a new scarf out of that damn fucking tail of yours !”

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The young woman looked around slowly at her surroundings. Where was she? Getting up off of the ground, dusting off her kimono, she tried to figure this out before the sadness comes back. Deciding to look for a town or a city of some sort, she started to walk. Pushing vegetation out of her way, she wasn’t sure how long she walked nor what direction she was going in. 

All of a sudden, she heard what sounded like talking in the distance. Blinking, she started to run towards the sounds, hoping that it was someone who could help her. Miyako slowed down once she got near, not wanting to spook anyone by suddenly popping out. 

Whoa. What was she seeing? A WWII airplane, a pilot, a guy in a toga… and what appeared to be dog people? Slowly coming out of her semi hiding place, she approached with caution. “こんにちは?” Miyako greeted softly, but loud enough to be heard.

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The next punch was rolled out when the greeting drew the pilots attention away, a call akin to the snap of fingers that demanded attention for being the only normal occurrence in an abnormal setting; a call that he hoped — falsely expected — would be followed by a hard thud to reality far away from the demented dream he’d been caught up in. Looking behind him to where the voice had come from his eyes flashed the woman a glare.

The moment he did he was knocked back, not by a rough awakening from a bad roll off a bunker or the slap of a superior as he had been lowkey wishing, but rather from Scipio’s fist to his jaw. Kanno’s body lurched backwards four steps before he dug the heels of his boots on the ground and his body bent forward, his own bruised knuckles brushing back the fresh string of blood off his chin. Behind him the wolves cowered.

Her arrival seemed to evaporate before his eyes. Instead the hot breath that smelt of iron and the heartbeat that rattled within him made him place his full concentration on the Roman, his hair a golden glory under the midday sun. His body followed (instinct breed by war). Heels grinded against the dust, and in a loud outcry propelled the Japanese into a rush forward, a raising fist aiming straight at the other. It collided brutally with his target.

Something cracks. Pain breaks on Scipio’s head, thoughts halt and his gaze leers. Kanno can hear his cry before he even realizes he has screamed; see the blood, see him collapse to the floor were he remains with a hand clasped tightly to his lower face.

On the ground Scipio forces himself to tilt his head up, holding with his right hand the bloodied mess his nose has become. The bright flash of sunlight is searing even behind his eyelids were stars still flash electrical. ‘Faex, faex, faex…’ His words come muffled behind his hand and soon finds himself swallowing the sickness that crashes down on him in waves of vertigo at the sudden motion. (A great confirmation that this flat faced bastard is indeed, nothing more than a barbarian ! But breathe — )

While he lays grunting Kanno turns to her, confidence dripping of every pore as he stands proud and tall between her and the Roman general; his fists hang loose by his side, lacking any sign of relaxation. Instead he offers the very image of readiness and control. Being a woman spared none in total war.

“Fuck you want ? Get a move on ! God fucking damnit — Come on, I’ll fucking take you on too !!!” Hands clasp together, threateningly cracking bruised knuckles underneath the leather gloves.

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Repost and fill in the answers you most associate your character with to each question. 

1. ANIMAL: Wolf 2. COLOR(S): Shades of brown; cream, sky blue. The white and red of the Japanese flag. 3. MONTH: August 4. SONG(s): Chasing the Dragon Dream Evil; Dragonchaser At Vance; Fury of the Storm Dragonforce (Jokingly will toss in Banzai by Noisuf-X) 5. NUMBER: 343 6. DAY OR NIGHT: Any; mainly day 7. PLANT: Sakura 8. SMELL: Fuel, oil — clean and burning; sweat, the smell of salt in the wind on ocean grounds, the sea itself, cigarette smoke at 6 A.M., smoke, ash and crackling fire; the smell of wet dog fur and leather. 9. GEMSTONE: Onyx 10. SEASON: Fall 11. PLACE: Miyagi Perfecture / Kyushu, Japan 12. FOOD: No preference 13. ASTROLOGICAL SIGN: Leo 14. ELEMENT(S): Wind 15. DRINK: Sake

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"You uh...-- flew that big-ass bird that crashed into the valley over yonder, holy shit that's awesome!"

Bird…thing ??? His nose couldn’t scrounge further up in sour distaste as he stood there looking like the perfect example of a young boy playing though; lip curled up, arms crossed. Of course he understood what the other meant, he wasn’t exactly stupid, and language issues had long vanished at the slap of a charm paper to his body. Regardless, hearing that archaic sounding description for his shiden-kai — piece of shit junk but lovable in its familiarity, in the way things take a special feeling because they become an extension of yourself — still required some getting used to.

He wasn’t exactly new to the awe that striked across the eyes of others. Lately that had appeared to become the norm in this backwater country of…wherever the shit it was here…A few knew thought, and understood too, the normalcy of things; that there was no magic behind anything neither any divinity as he had been labeled for conquering the skies with technology of his own era. But again, he was no stranger to praise. No. Because you don’t earn praise without hard work and his own rank as squadron leader already spoke of what type of man he was.

Sometimes though, an ego doesn’t need to be stroked that much. The expression on his face changed, and the corners of his mouth curled upwards. Then broke into a large grin.

“H A H !!!”

“You bet your fucking ass that was me !”