Tranquil

Is this like not a thing in 2019? God I'm getting old... Great thread!

@paragonxxx

"Well to be completely honest, I think there is a lot more to you than what meets the eye," Milo's eyes glow with an intense hue, heaven's eyes analyzing her chakra network for any anomalies. Nothing was detected so far. "Plus, this city has had its fair share of kidnappings recently and honestly I think your the next target on the list. See these guys, they only choose high priority targets. CEO's, Vice Presidents, nothing less than a major athlete. They're highly trained, ex spetsnaz, marines, and every other guerilla special forces unit from the past 20 yrs. A squad like them would be a great measure of my vessel I believe that working for you I may get a chance to take them down." Milo's grin widened as he spoke and a look of excitement filled his pupils. "Seems like a mutually beneficial agreement from where I'm sitting."

@zeon_liafador

Her words stung like hot venom, burning his steely eyed glare away as he recognized the true and present danger she posed. This enemy intended to kill him and would do so without hesitation, a daunting notion. Training never placed him against such an opponent. Animals act off of primal instinct, killing out of necessity only. This woman, this assassin, killed for sport and that scared the acolyte. The thought of her blade even grazing his flesh infested his spine, sending vibrations throughout as he visibly began to tremble.

"I-II shall do as you ask, please do not harm me," he anxiously stammered, slowly ducking deeper into the cave before turning into a more purposeful stride. Assuming she'd keep up he continued down the corridor informing her that there would be more men up this way guarding the item. The corridor was rather wide considering how small the crevice from which they entered the sanctuary initially was. It walls were adorned with a blackened iron, scorched, they held a significant heat that was maintained through the facility, a technique that provided heat to the warriors during the coldest of nights. Chandeliers glistened as fire danced in their goblets, yet the moment the duo arrived the blaze ceased entirely, enveloping them in darkness accented by a slither of moonlight from a far off window.

"These men were said to have trained with the spirit sealed in the mask, I cannot beat them, they are known as the Gekko no Kage no Shinga. I must flee from here for they will know of my betr--" His words were drowned out by the singing of a blade, a kunai slashing the throat of the acolyte. The three pronged weapon, geijutsu inscriptions embedded, impaled the adjacent wall and in the same instant a figured dressed in shadowy robes appeared, a black mist sifting from his exterior. Another kunai sang through the air, guided towards the newly arrived assassin's jugular, and would be followed up with the appearance of another shadowy figure, aggressive in its approach as it lashed out with a series of spinning heel kicks. Its compatriot followed in with three quick thrusting jabs of the kunai, intent on not only drawing blood but ending the engagement quickly with precise aim focused on lethal points upon the midsection.

Beyond the corridor, just outside the conflict, geijutsu marks began to spread along the mask, developing its visage further, as if in reaction to the current events transpiring...

@paragonxxx: Milo effervescently slides into the seat as Keira directed, never breaking his gaze, which was locked into her own. "Yes, I did, and might I say you're much prettier in person." Milo grin widened at the left end, morphing into a flirtatious smirk before flattening into a more humbling visage. "Name: Milo Archer. I am an accomplished combatant and martial artist with a mastery of 50 styles. Former hero for hire, I've helped plenty of heroic establishments further their goals in the past, and during the mutant occupation in Venezuela I fought bravely alongside many."

Milo gaze drifted as he relived the memories of the conflict from his arrival in Venezuela to his subsequent death at the hands of a nuclear explosion. He could feel something coursing through his veins upon relieving the moment. Had he unlocked a new ability? He would have to test this out later. "Aside from this, I have led my own team of mercenaries on jungle expeditions, so I'm quite experienced with handling management as well. Any questions?"

@paragonxxx:

"This is going to take some getting used to..." Milo Archer, recently revived, completely unaware of how long the restructuring process would take. After inhabiting a new body, and reshaping its entire design, Milo found that his memories were slowly returning. This process felt like rapid aging, and it was taking a toll on his psyche. Two hours ago he had no idea how to chew his food, and now, he was fully clothed, wandering the street in search of opportunity.

Dressed in a rather dapper outfit, a full suit, handkerchief in the breast pocket of his velvet vest that sat beneath his black slim cut blazer he stepped into critically acclaimed Ace of Clubs, eyes darting around as he searched for VIP of the evening. "Keira Hawke? Milo Archer, heard you were looking for a head of security. Well if you have a second , I'd like to tell you why I'd fit the bill." His orange colored pupils glistened under the gaze of the sun as it shone through the window directly behind Ms. Hawke, only serving as a complement to his infectious cheshire grin.

Jiyuyi Mountain Range, Just outside of Reisho

The howling winds of Jiyuyi's treacherous environment echoed through the halls of the infrastructure, recently built into the side of the largest mountain in the area. Day after day the final defectors of the Keijijo Clan, from an era long forgotten, stalked these halls; protecting what they believed to be a bastion of hope. Deep within the many overarching corridors housed a room which no one accessed. Housed within this room was the essence of Milo Archer, a Keijijo Elite, trained by the savant Ishin, who went on to challenge his very master on multiple occasions and secured his own position as both one of the Keijijo greatest pupils and its most lethal adversary.

Destroyed in a climatic final confrontation between Milo, his former master and the latest pupil, he realized that his physical form was finite in its uses. As such he sought a way to achieve immortality in the same method the Keijijo Sanmittei had, imbuing his essence, the very concentration of his consciousness in a quantum state as well as the incalculable levels of chi possessed and granted to him through the acquisition of the Zenku entity; into single Keijijo geijutsu inscription on a mask of his own design.

"The Pressure is different tonight, more aggressive." The former keijijo stated, leaning against the exterior wall of the mountain facility, partner lagging behind him with a lackadaisical gallop. "Relax acolyte, Jiyuyi is much more forgiving than Reisho. We shall be fine. Have you finished your round?" The partner's face came into view as the winds howled once again, and the fire danced upon his rugged, aged features. His stern visage was foreboding but their was a subtle weakness behind his eyes that betrayed this. "Yes, I have. Saw tracks about 1,000 yards east. Fresh. I'm telling you something is off tonight..."

@paragonxxx: LOL Thunderfist I would immediately want to battle. xD Trying to start slow.

You? Im actually working on something atm, so you would give me time.

@paragonxxx: Hmmm, I'd think I'd like to meet Keira honestly, or Superion even.