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Post by Delilah A. Black on Mar 2, 2013 17:29:39 GMT -8
Delilah thought on this for a moment before nodding her head in agreement. "Makes sense if you have a lot of criminals. The only reason we don't do that is because we have so few in our lands now. If a crime is committed, the guilty usually high tail it out of our lands. We give notices to the other gangs as a precaution and they're never seen or heard from again.
"If they're guilty and we catch them...well. It's best for it to be as public and brutal as possible. There's nothing like seeing a man leap off the roof of a building to stab a guy in the back of the head. The fact that we can strike out of anywhere at a moments notice is a huge deterrant...maybe the resentment comes from your being too 'official' about it?" she shrugged, as it was just a suggestion.
"Whatever the case is, you'll find your niche. The people have to know that no one is going to jeapordize the chances of their survival. It's that important.
"So, what kind of crops do you have growing so far?"
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Mar 6, 2013 19:38:45 GMT -8
Finding his niche huh? Usualy that meant looking for a job noone else was doing and Getting right to work filling the gap.
Still, he wondered what she meant by being 'too official'. How do you even BE too Official with Executions unless you make it a family event.
A thought that prompted Marcus' mind to conjure what a commercial for such an event would look like, which threatened to send him into a fit of giggles.
"Ah, so we're going full report huh? Well The ledgers back home and unfortunatly I dont know it off by heart, but basicaly we grow from whatever seeds we can scrounge up from abandoned Markets and even gardening shops. Mostly it consists of basic root veggies like Potatoes and turnips as well as leafy greens like Kale. Will have to Radio home if you want specifics though."
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Mar 8, 2013 17:36:37 GMT -8
Delilah shook her head at the suggestion. Not necessary, the basics would do pretty much just fine.
"And what are you doing about meat? Where you are right now is quite land locked, so fish isn't out of the question. but it might be harder to get."
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Mar 8, 2013 19:55:45 GMT -8
Aaaaah, that was an easy one.
"A few people own Pot bellied Pigs. Been breeding them. Also Kale works pretty well for a protein substitute from what I've heard. Alot of people ended up dividing themselves into like.....micro tribes or something like that. It's kinda cool to watch actualy."
Marcus then let a small smirk grow on the corner of his face.
"And I'm working on fixing that particular problem. Once I build up our forces, I'm gonna Push south and eat everything till I hit the sea."
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Mar 11, 2013 2:00:40 GMT -8
Delilah nodded at the words, satisfied. She pulled out the papers and the pen, laying it on the bench between them. Her eyes moved up to his and she smiled, pleased.
"Then, I hearby name you Grim of Crows and Governor of the territory you preside over. These titles do not come lightly, and while you already have accepted...I caution against signing without knowing all the risks associated with rank.
"Leadership is a burden as much as it is a prestigious rank. You must come secondary to the needs of others. I'm sure you know this already, but if you sign this paper, you sign your life to the cause and only the cause.
"No turning back. No second guesses. This is your life now. Are you prepared for the risks, the sacrifice?"
She would gaze at him, weary. Obviously tired. It was clear that the very role she spoke of had drained her considerably as well. She knew exactly what he was getting himself into. Question was...did he?
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Mar 11, 2013 21:23:12 GMT -8
Was he ready? From the way Delilah explained it, Marcus could easily see this new promotion as just another set of chains to tie him down with, Like a collar on a dog. This naturaly didn't sit well with him at all. Granted he clearly understood what was expected of him, but living the nomadic lifestyle he had for the longest time made this pill alittle harder to swallow than he even expected it to.
Marcus was home less than a year when the bombs fell before he left for California after he came back from his self imposed Exile and quasi spiritual journey. He didn't want to admit it, but he HAD begun to feel the itch. The need to move on, to ditch Cali and get back on the road again.
Letting out a loud sigh, Marcus slumped into the bench.
"Part of me wants to say no, Jump onto Lady and just....run. Not because of Barker or the fighting or anything like that, but because of the fear of being held in place. Those burdens of Leadership.....I've had a taste of it before, i know how heavy those chains are. I also know how seductive such a thing is as well. I am not a righteous man Del. I've nearly gone dark before cause I had authority and strength and the opportunity to lord it over others."
Looking down, Marcus would go quiet for a small moment before letting out a soft chuckle.
"But that was along time ago. Lots changed since then huh? I tell you what Del. I accept. On ONE CONDITION! The second we beat Barker, the ABSOLUTE SECOND we hit peace time, I wish to reserve the right to step down and hand it off to someone else."
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Mar 12, 2013 2:41:21 GMT -8
She could only smile in appreciation as he admitted that he had slipped before, fallen into darkness. Delilah could safely say that, at this point, she had not. But the threat and temptation was always there. Ever watching, waiting.
At his last request, Delilah sat back for a moment, thinking. Hard.
"The whole point of making you a Governor," she began slowly, "Is to ensure that the region you are presiding over will become self-sufficient. Ultimately, we want as many people to survive this hell that Barker threw us into. If the people can't make it on their own, well, that's where we come in. You already are your own group; you just also carry the Crow banner.
"So, as long as you keep your people free, meaning, that the people you give up leadership to do not follow you when you leave. That land is Crow land. If you step down, they will no longer be yours to rule."
She was very firm on this statement and very, very serious, as would be noted by the steadiness of her bright blue eyes on his honey-brown stare.
"If that is acceptable, then yes. You will be free to step down when the time comes."
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Mar 12, 2013 18:53:45 GMT -8
Delilah's proclamation came as a revelation to Marcus, who could only stare at her in confusion before staring directly ahead at nothing in particular as the gears in his brain churned and churned.
"But....But the way Unfettered made it sound.....That makes me sound more like an overseer than a governer. If that's the case, Wouldn't I just be able to have the people elect an ACTUAL Governer that would answer directly to me instead? Let him or her handle the Day to da- WAIT A MINUTE!"
The man shot up off the bench and began to pace back and forth infront of Delilah at a brisk pace. It was like a thunderbolt had sent roughly a thousand volts into his skull, his eyes flickering madly as he muttered snatches of half formed thoughts.
"Gonna have to make changes.....Debrief everyone......Change Training regimens.....New Doctrines, methods of attack.......Less manpower required......Oh my god this makes everything SO MUCH EASIER NOW!"
Suddenly the man stopped and turned intense, almost feverish brown eyes upon Delilah's Addictive Baby Blues.
"Think about it! Elect a Governer, Governer answers to me, I send a Report to you! Hell, Let me Oversee ALL the Territories and you wont have to do ANY OF THE FOOTWORK! I Mean I love Anahiem dont get me wrong but jesus christ it's been like a guilded cage for me you know what I mean so I was thinking instead I could take advantage of my love for moving around from place to place to look over all the territories and write up reports on how they are doing before turning them in to you. Hell, we could have each territory also elect thier own governor who would work with me to do it while I use the Wolfpack to blend into the city and be my eyes and ears in case the gov goes all corrupt politician on me.....Errr, I mean us."
After that breathless cavalcade of spoken words, Marcus put his hands on his hips and smiled that heart melting smile.
"Whatchu think Madame Black? Is it a plan?"
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Mar 17, 2013 1:21:22 GMT -8
Delilah blinked.
"Thats...actually a good idea."
Like, really good. An idea she could get behind.
"For now, though, lets leave it as is. We can have that for sure, but we need a 'martial law' kind of thing until this war is wrapped up. But I want you to bring that before 'Unfettered'. Get his opinion. You already have my support."
Lookit him, having ideas! Delilah was VERY impressed. Smiling, she held out the paper to him, as well as the pen.
"All yours."
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Mar 19, 2013 0:54:04 GMT -8
Marcus raised an eyebrow as he took the sheet of paper, not exactly appreciating the implications of Delilahs surprise at his sudden burst of intelligence.
"Laws of averages."
He would say nonchalantly, trying to both brush the comment off and sooth the beast of pride that made its home within his heart.
"Can't exactly be a Grim if I don't think once in awhile right?"
He said causualy enough before adding with a laugh.
"The trouble comes when I do it too much. Thanks for thumbs upping it though Lilah, means a lot ya know?"
At least she actualy liked it though. And if Del approved then Unfettered was all but garunteed to do so as well. So now it was just a matter of waiting. Sitting back down beside the young first, he decided to take a moment or two to skim through his paper which only took him a minute or two before he tried to spark up some conversation.
"So, how's our old friend Koshiro Warhazzard comming along?"
Somehow, someway he was able to say the last name without erupting into a fit of giggles.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Mar 20, 2013 1:22:28 GMT -8
Delilah rolled her eyes and groaned, shaking her head. "He's...coming along. Needs work. He thinks stealth is flips and jumps and...blah," she flailed her hands a bit to emphasize the point, along with a touch of a grimace.
A thought occurred to her and she looked up at Marcus inquiringly. "And how's our favourite obsessive compulsive an with a stick?"
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Mar 20, 2013 21:48:06 GMT -8
"Alot better by comparison."
He would tease with a smirk.
"He's Driven. Almost maniacly so. Belly flopping through windows and crashing into walls like he has something to prove. Hell, he nearly took my leg off with a modified lawn mower in one of his challenges. Like a man Possessed I swear. He's Fussy as FUCK though and he kind of puts the other Wolves on edge cause of it, though I think thats more because they expected a willow instead of bamboo. Anyway, I dunno what Tai did to him but DAMN did it ever work."
He would fall silent for a small moment, Staring off into the horizon, wondering why Fate had to put this woman into his path when he could do no more than stay at a distance. He would have to just Accept it, as depressing as it was. She seemed to easily enough anyway despite her initial Shock.
'Better this way. Then there are no misunderstandings.'
Cold comfort though. Life on the road was lonely and Del was the one spark that gave him hope, only to have life show that it's sense of humor was indeed cruel.
"There's also something else I need to tell you. No, Show you."
He said, breaking the silence between them. Without further Explaination he pulled his black gloves from his hands and began to concentrate on the flow of his Qi, Willing more to be drawn up from the bowels of his guts and letting it spead across his body, fissures of light once again cracking along his entire body as his hands became enveloped in oily shadow whisps.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Mar 20, 2013 22:14:29 GMT -8
Delilah beamed genuinely at the praise of Lucien. Good little Ninjutsuka.
A puzzled expression soon shifted over this one as Marcus gained far away, wistful look and then turned to her....with hands of shadow.
Delilah gasped in apparent delight. "QI!" she grinned, looking up at him with almost maniacal glee. "WHAT ELSE CAN YOU DO?!"
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Mar 20, 2013 22:54:08 GMT -8
"I explode!"
Marcus said completely straightfaced before adding with a grin.
"I'm completely Serious."
Jumping from the Bench, he made his way out into the sandy beach and far enough away to keep Del from being caught in the blast radius as he stood completely still and began to draw qi out from his stomach. Feeling the spicey syrupy energy flooding his belly until he felt he gathered enough and began to transfer it into his heart. Once again the pain of the pressure in his chest was unbearable, but Marcus was stubborn. The Fissures of light would crack his skin open surrounding him with a shimmering heat aura before widening until his entire form was engulfed with a blinding light.
And then he went off with the force of a modern Land mine in a firey explosion that send a massive plume of sand into the air. Eventualy the smoke and fire would settle, revealing Marcus in the center of the blast zone apparently unharmed and with a massive shit eating grin on his face.
"But WAIT! There's MORE!"
He would then draw once again, shifting himself into a wide legged stance for stability, right fist held by his waist with left fist held out in a rather stereotypical martial arts manner. He would then channel his qi into his fist, making it feel as if it was burning from within until it too was engulfed in light.
And then he would let fly with a simple punch that would go off like a claymore, directing the entire blast forward along the line of his attack. The force causing him to dig into the sandup to his ankles since he had braced himself. He would then draw and direct into his foot, sending off a snap kick that ended with another Claymore Explosion than rocked him backwards sending him tumbling over the sand laughing as he slowly rose to his feet.
His face was flushed by this point and coated in sweat. His breathing comming out in ragged gasps.
"And for my last Trick, a shadow HADOKEN!"
Marcus would draw once again, slipping into Ryu's famous Street fighter Hadoken stance with his hands held just right by his waist, the fissures now glowing with an almost physical darkness as it pooled in between his palms into an orb of destructive energy.
"HaaaaaAAAADOKEN!"
He would cry with childlike glee as he send the orb rocketing out over the ocean and out to sea.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Mar 21, 2013 22:17:28 GMT -8
Delilah watched wide eyed, absolutely floored by the display. For a while, she would just stare, trying to let her brain process all that she had seen.
"OHMYGODTHATISSOCOOL."
Because it was. Then she tilted her head back and laughed, clapping her hands together.
"Welcome to the herd club, man! Congratulations, that is a HELL of a Qi and boy does it ever suit you."
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