The Champion

closed rp blog for takashi shirogane captain of the red faction roleplay group: mirabili image credit to @ochentiocho on twitter

[lancender-blog]

Lance’s smile faltered the instant other soldiers stepped in front of him. Was this– was this a– 

            “ Sh-Shiro, dude, you were never good a jokes! Why do you have your                                   posse on me, they’re freakin’ me out! “ 

That bad feeling was back again. Twisting in his gut, pulling at his chest. The way that Shiro’s frown didn’t twitch like it usually did when he was trying to joke, and the fact that… those other soldiers seemed to be in no part of a joke made his stomach drop.. Lance’s mind was already predicting the worse. 

(It could also be how cold ‘civilian’ sounded. Lance didn’t hear the threat. He heard the detachment. He felt his heart ache.) 

Laugh turning weak, worried, Lance took one more step closer. Not looking at the other soldiers. Looking at Shiro, in the eyes. His voice got soft and terrified– 

              “ You’re freaking me out. “

[shiroics]

Shiro chanced another glance at the sweet-smelling boy, raising a brow to his words. They didn’t register in his mind as familiar. They didn’t seem important. But the longer he stared, the more his head started to hurt and the more faded Ferid’s voice became. 

His vision felt fuzzy...he felt nauseous. Everything about this place felt strangely wrong to him...though he had never been here before, it sent chills down his spine. He spared another glance at the boy, smooth cheeks and eyes that looked like a deep, chocolatey galaxy. For a second he was reminded of someone else, of a time long ago, of a time he didn’t remember...couldn’t remember. But it was just for a second, because the next second his vision was nothing but red and his right arm nearly acted on its own and suddenly the boy’s throat was in his hand, just mere seconds from being crushed to smithereens. Shiro leaned forward, baring his teeth. “Do you have a death wish?” But he did not kill the boy, but instead dropped him to the ground and carried about his work. That boy was not part of Ferid’s mission. He was not important...worthless.

[lancender-blog]

@shiroics

It was like a breath of fresh air, like a weight had been lifted from his chest. 

He saw him. His friend. Shiro. 

Lance’s eyes widened, at first. He hadn’t believed it. He didn’t think he was actually awake at the moment, rather he was dead fucking certain that this was a dream. There Shiro was, seemingly on a patrol– his lips creased into a frown and gaze steady. The most important thing was that… Shiro was alive. Shiro was here.  

(Lance ignored the twist in his gut saying that something was wrong. He was way too happy.) 

Smile widening, Lance took one step out the bakery, then two, then three, then four– quicker each time, with more and more enthusiasm. All towards his childhood friend, his– 

          “ Shiro, Shiro, Shiro! ” 

Lance was smiling. Reaching. 

[shiroics]

There was something weird about patrolling on the outskirts of Red’s territory. It gave him an eerie vibe, like someone was watching him. It gave him a bit of a headache, which was also annoying. But, as usual, he carried no emotion on his face, no trace of discomfort. He was a soldier, the champion, and he had to come off as such in front of his soldiers, in front of the people that resided in the Red faction. He was a soldier of Ferid; nothing more. Quick footsteps approached and Shiro turned his head to the sound, raising his right arm in preparation; they were on the outskirts, meaning it wouldn’t be uncommon from an enemy attack from Black. But it wasn’t a Black soldier...nor was it any soldier. The smell of freshly baked bread and a way too exuberant smile made his pounding headache even worse. Shiro did not know this person, though his name was spoken in such a familiar fashion. He did not understand the brightness in his face; it made his blood boil. But before the boy could reach him, his squadron stepped in front of him protecting Shiro. “Go back to your residence, civilian lest you want to become a sacrifice for my right arm; it’s been aching for blood lately.”

[shiroics]

monster || open

Takashi Shirogane always completed his missions, no matter the cost. Whatever the Red General said, Shiro was to fulfill. So when Ferid had sent him after a former solder who had tried to escape to the black region, Shiro’s task was to find him, and eliminate him. Even in front of his family; in front of his children. Their eyes spelled fear, but Shiro did not pay them any attention they were not a part of his mission. So when the deed was done, Shiro left the small home and wiped the blood off of his hand.

[shiroics]

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[shiroics]

headache || alatena

Patrolling through town was not usually an issue with Shiro; he would obey every command his General would give him. It just made him restless; he itched for a fight, for blood. But even though his limbs ached for something, Shiro carried out his duties without fail.

But passing by in a rather quiet street, the sounds of a singing voice. It was faint, but Shiro picked it up immediately. He turned to the sound, scanning the crowd for the owner of such a voice before he felt his head become extremely heavy, like it was being pounded with by a hammer. “A-ah....”

[shiroics]

master || lethalsmile

“General Ferid.” Shiro said on instinct, bowing before the Red General. "You seek my presence?” He asked, only coming after a summons from his master. “How can I be of service to you?” He asked, pure respect in his voice as he kept his gaze steady on the cold floor beneath him.

[shiroics]

the void || vignette

Being born without a mutation in this new world is not something that makes Shiro feel jealous, or singled out. He doesn’t feel any less pride or shameful in the slightest, but Takashi Shirogane feels weak.

Just about six years older than Lance and Keith, his two best friends, Shiro was like a brother to the two most important people in his life. He was their guardian angel, so to speak. He loved them more than his own life, which was probably why he ended up where he did.

Shiro had been so proud when Lance and Keith’s powers manifested. But he was also terrified for them; with great powers, they would surely be scouted by the Red faction’s army, known for being ruthless killing machines. That would have been the last thing he could ever want for his family. But without an ability born from a mutation, Shiro was powerless.

The Red faction was known for all types of prowess, and Shiro had heard many things about the Red General, and how powerful he was. People revered him like a god; surely he could grant abilities as well. So, in order to save Lance and Keith, he sought the Red General himself.

“I have no need for a powerless ant in my ranks.”

But Shiro was not deterred; he was desperate.

“Please, I’ll do anything.”

“Oh? Anything?”

Shiro nodded without hesitation, with an extreme conviction in his eyes that the Red General seemed to enjoy. A few seconds later and Shiro was whisked away to an all-white room, restrained to an operating table. A couple of men surrounded him, all dressed in lab coats and masks completely covering their faces.

“There are some compounds in our anesthetic that interferes with this operation...are you still willing to go through with the Red General’s wishes?”

The way the doctor spoke wouldn’t have given Shiro an opportunity to change his mind. But Shiro wouldn’t change it for the world.

“I would not be myself if I refused.”

“Hello, my Champion. I see the operation has succeeded.”

The Red General was given no reply.

“Ah, I see the screaming has damaged your vocal cords; no matter, they will heal soon. And right now, they are not needed. What I need from you, my Champion, is your strength. I’ve brought in a prisoner form the pretty little Black faction. They were trying to spy on us, see. They were trying to see what I’ve made you into. Won’t you show me your loyalty?”

Shiro rose from the table where he had just been operated on, eyes dark and lifeless, lips sealed tight as no sound would come from his voice. But he hadn’t remembered the screaming. His arm, raw and forged from steel and New technology, was itching for blood. Then he saw the Black faction’s spy.

She looked terrified, bruised and beaten from an earlier torture. And now she had been brought to her execution at the hands of the Red General’s new play toy. Shiro narrowed his eyes in concentration before he barreled after her. She was quick, reflexes faster than Shiro’s, but she could not last long to Shiro’s new prowess. He had her neck in his vice-like grip with his robotic arm and he considered her weeping, pale face for just a second. And the next second her head had dropped to the cold metallic floor with a thud. The Red General was pleased.

“Takashi Shirogane fights for the glory of the Red Faction.” 

Shiro knelt to the ground in respect to his master, waiting for his next order.

“Death be to anyone who gets in our way.”

[shiroics]

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