Soul Calibur Jump (Jump 3)
1000cp + 50
Starting Location: Ostrheinsburg
Identity: Drop-In (Free) Age 17
Abilities: Forever Onward (100cpD): You become more resistance weather that would otherwise impair your ability to travel. Strong winds, harsh sun, pouring rain, you'll be able to pass through with only a minor inconvenience.
No Remorse-No Pain
(200cp): You gain a huge improvement to pain tolerance and easily ignore minor to moderate injuries. You also become better at suppressing emotions.
Chainless Disaster (300cp): Should you ever be bound or imprisoned, you can call upon a powerful reserve of strength to break free from all but the most ludicrous restraints.
Shin Tenpu-Kosai Ryu (100cpD): A style of swordsmanship skilled in fast and decisive blows. It is used with several stances and excellent close-range grabs to catch opponents off-guard. It is ideally performed with a katana.
Weapon- One
of Mitsurugi’s Katanas “Muichimonji” (Translated: Nothingness) (100cp): An unassuming sword with a dark, iron blade with a matching handle and scabbard. It does not possess a crossguard.
Demon Hunter (200cp): You can sense the presence of evil entities and those that feed on souls. The more powerful a being is, the further you can detect it at.
Fine Clothes
(50cp): Though not intended for fighting in, these fine clothes don't restrict movement in a fight - regardless of how they might look. They are particularly well-suited for formal occasions where they're often stylish and exotic. (Simply imagine a variant of Raphael's current attire with a coat and no hat.)
Drawbacks: Malfested (50cp): Gives you frightening raw strength in your dominant arm, but it can only be used to wield weapons. It takes on a monstrous appearance. Most civilized folk will immediately treat you as a monster. You are more susceptible to Soul Edge, but derive more power from its shards.
Equipment from other jumps: Bottle of Rum
I yelled
out as I fell down from the very ceiling of the castle that I had appeared in,
my frame falling down into the awaiting arms of surprisingly strong woman who,
without missing a beat, just looked down at me with a jolly, sadistic grin that
was tinted with purple lipstick. ‘Oh! You’re new! Where’d you come from?’ She
asked me while I was trying my best to gather my wits.
With a
glance over her visage, my own features turned as white as her own, my body
writhing for a moment before she outright dropped me to the ground and gave me
a hard kick to the gut to send me rolling across the stone work. ‘Awww… Little
boy’s scared.’ The harlot chortled as she flipped over toward her ring blade
that was propped up against a nearby wall. I, personally surprised by my
current pain tolerance, reached over to grab the scabbard of the katana that fell
down to the ground with me with my left hand before forcing myself up to my
feet.
“Tira… A
woman of two mindsets and an angel of death to some… Where am I?” I asked
simply, my right hand slowly reaching to grasp the hilt of my blade. That was
until I noticed the way that my arm looked… and even she paused once she took
notice of it.
My arm…
Wasn’t my own… Not in the traditional sense… It held a mutated, monstrous
appearance. The flesh was replaced with an organic metal, an eye appearing on
the back of my hand that moved of its own accord, my fingers fused into two and
a thumb, replaced with claws as sharp as the ring blade in the jester’s hands.
The bones were sturdy, spikes extending out from the elbow and the knuckles
like some grotesque gauntlet that replaced my very arm up to the shoulder, the
shoulder itself being replaced with a fleshy, spiked epaulet. Needless to say,
my sanity took a hit from the sight.
I shook in
place, frantically looking over my arm that was only covered by the mantel that
covered my shoulders whenever I lowered it, yet that hardly helped in any
manner. All the while, the jester was hopping up and down in place with a
cheerful gleam that only brought fear to my heart. ‘New indeed! Are you here to
serve that cowardly Nightmare or can you help me knock him down a notch, hmm?
Ultimate power through Soul Edge…’
Those words
ringed in my ears for a few moments before I gave a quick shake of my head and
clenched my teeth… and channeled my inner edge. “I refuse such a fate… I serve
no one and that includes that cursed blade.” I yelled, my right arm vanishing
underneath my mantel as my left hand set itself underneath the crossguard, my
thumb curled and ready to free the blade just enough to be drawn by my right
hand. Granted, I didn’t want to use my corrupted arm, hiding it behind cloth
while keeping my katana held half-way behind the left side of my body. This
wasn’t a proper stance… It wasn’t one that was meant for actual combat… I was
more ready to turn and run than actually fight. I don’t know why… I was staring
a woman of death in the eyes and felt no flight response… or fight for that
manner… The odd mental discipline and courage that I gained from my last jump
made sure that I felt fear, but it had no control over me.
Tira
brought her blade around her body and gave it a small spin around her hips,
looking at me with a small pout on her lips. ‘Awwww… No fun… and no different…
Many say that, but they all fall. I wonder what your blood looks like…’ She
stated the last part with obvious glee and quickly somersaulted to a point
within a few feet of me, ring blade seamlessly moving from her hands to her
feet and back again without issue. ‘I am sure that it will look heavenly on my hands’.
Instead of
stepping up, I took a step back. I don’t know why… I have killed already. I
killed locust… yet, even then, I had a habit of hiding behind cover and running
when I could to avoid the conflict. Heck, I ran like a scared chicken with a
jar of dirt the last time around. I even had an assault rifle in that jar and
still ran. With a long sigh, I started to reach over toward the hilt of my
blade with my malfested hand before suddenly turning and bolting off toward the
nearest hallway, only to be stopped by a thrown blade that bounced off the wall
to my left, my left arm quickly raising up to knock parry the mass of metal,
though, when it turned it managed to bash into my and cause me to stumble off
to the side. ‘Now, now… No running. That’s not fun.’ The jester woman called
out to me as she approached.
She leaned
over and picked up her ring blade as it lazily spun on the ground in the same
fashion as a hoolihoop. ‘Why did you run, hmm? Don’t want to have some fun!?
I’ll make it painful, if that helps…’ Like that would help anything, it would
honestly make it worse. A lot worse.
I
straightened myself up, my right hand reaching over to the hilt of my sword
once again. “Because I really don’t want to fight… It’s energizing, it gets the
blood pumping, it gives some meaning to your actions by giving you a reason to
fight… Even if it’s as simple as just wanting to survive… but… I don’t want to
actually harm anyone. Locust are easy… Shooting at something blindly or in the
dark when they are doing the same makes it easy. Just pull the trigger and it
is out of your hands. That is not the same as cutting them down and killing the
locust before they turned into something worse was me doing them a favor!” I
stepped back up to the wall behind me, my clawed fingers tightening around the
hilt as firmly as possible.
‘Locust? Shooting with a trigger?
Oh, a crossbow! Quite a good shot, if you can hit a locust... Little hoppers
and bringers of famine. Too bad that won’t save you here… Here, let me teach
you how sweet it is to kill.’ She stated before she leaped at me, rising into
the air with that circular weapon high above her head, threatening to cut me
down where I stood in a single stroke, if I did not act…
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