A Late Arrival at the 22nd

[Kami-Gaz]

The biting cold had its icy fingers wrapped around the large marine vessel as it lazily drifted through the chilled waters of the artificial bay. The ice bouncing off of its thick hull with small dull thuds and light scrapes that were no cause for concern. It was a simple supply and personnel delivery run to one of the more remote outposts so the ship sacrificed armaments for cargo space and a nice hefty hull for safety. This lead to one downside though… because of this being a rarer run, there was more cargo packed onto the ship than there should have been.

This over flow of cargo, supplies for the troops and pencil pushers that were based on Tequila Wolf, the personnel did not have much room for themselves. In the case of the young Recruit that was currently sat leaning against a crate labelled “Beds & Bedding”, his face covered by a white Stetson hat. This particular marine had not been given quarters for his 4 day voyage to his first proper assignment after training, so he found the most ironic place to make his sleeping spot and claimed it as his own.

“Hoshiko! We’ve made port! Report to your CO, on the double!” A voice barked from a hatch somewhere in the ceiling. This quickly kicked the young marine into gear as he stood up straight and with a quick movement let the hat sit onto his slicked blond hair.

“Sir, yes Sir!” He replied, waking up and getting on his feet properly. His heavy steel capped boots thudded on the metal floor, but the sound was muffled and interrupted by his frantic grabbing of a bag of his things. “Time to make your name Rak, Mum’s got to see me in the news paper by the end of the year.” The lad told him self as he ran to the stairs and made his way off of the ship, through the cold that shot through him like a dagger.

Rakka had not received a jacket and the short jog he took to move from the dock yard into the main base of operations where he was to meet his new CO was the coldest he has ever experienced. The lad from Karate island had never experienced cold like this and it showed, because as he got through the front door his skin was blue and teeth chattering as he offered a salute to the first person he spotted and made his announcement.

“R-R-R-Recruit R-Rakka Hoshi-shiko reporting to the 22nd Division for duty!” He managed to blurt out through his chittering teeth, snow clinging to his skin. The cold piercing his very core… if only he knew that places this cold existed… he would have asked the commissariat for a jacket. “I’ve eaten a Devil Fruit, the Yuu Yuu No Mi and have been trained in a brawling combat by Vice Admiral Chiika Hoshiko. I hope to be of great use to you in your future missions.” He carried on as his body slowly warmed up.

[Fox]

Rosie was enjoying a nice, piping hot cup of tea. It bit back at the cold and warmed her up on the inside. Unfortunately, she couldn’t be sitting in her office in her pajamas. According to the reports that she had received, she was to expect a late recruit to arrive in the next few or so days. She let out a sigh. Really, they certainly were saddling her up with the most troublesome sorts, weren’t they? One could argue that it was a compliment that she was being assigned so many with special abilities. Another Devil Fruit user. She really was going to have to invent some sort of emergency floatie system, wasn’t she? Reynard, Nora, herself… and now this Rakka fellow if his file was to be believed.

Taking a sip of her tea, Rosie flinched as the door burst open, letting in a fierce flurry of cold. One of the recruits in her division whose lips were blue and teeth were chattering. She’d assigned him to keep a look out for any ships coming into port. It did irk her that he didn’t bother to knock, but his shivering salute mollified her for the moment.

“M-m-m-ma’am!”

“Another one? Very well. Get some rest. You’re dismissed,” Rosie said, rising from her seat. The recruit practically melted with relief as she passed by him and headed out into the cold herself. She drew up her justice coat around her, pointedly missing the comfort and warmth of her favorite pair of bunny slippers. It was a mercifully short walk down from her personal office to what she would consider the lobby, which was heated at least a little. She carried her cup of tea with her and waited until a young man poorly dressed for the weather burst through the front doors, barely intelligible through the chattering of his teeth. She managed to catch enough of it.

“Mm, I see. Welcome, Recruit Rakka. I’ll be your commanding officer. I am Ensign Rosalyn Lovelace.” She paused for a moment to take a long sip of her hot tea. “Did they not tell you that your assignment would be cold?”

It was fine if he could handle it, but she didn’t get the sense that was the case. She supposed that she could offer him some tea. Mm, she did need to brief him anyway. Turning on her heel, she gestured for him to follow. “Come along then. I’ll brief you on the situation.”

[Kami-Gaz]

The cold was now leaving the young man’s system, the oppressively sharp frost that was clinging to his hair and Stetson had already begun to melt as the pink haired officer welcomed him into the squad. The hot drink that was in her hand seemed as if it would do wonders as well, something that Rakka was letting his eyes fall onto more than his new CO’s face. He almost missed the question, his mind in a wander on how to get a good hot drink.

“The assignment orders made no such statement Ma’am, when I asked Vice Admiral Hosiko she told me that the base would supply me with all the gear I would need… She had a cruel smile on her face so I think that may have been a joke in hind sight.” Rakka replied to the question, shifting his weight forward as Rosalyn made a move to lead the young man.

“The assignment made no mentions on the current situation… the vice admiral just gave me a sour look and said I had to find out for myself. It seems she doesn’t like this place.” Rakka mentioned as he stuck close to the Ensign, moving as much as possible and looking at that warm brew with eyes only lovers should have.

[Fox]

A vague smile creeped its way onto Rosie’s face as she quietly observed her newest subordinate eyeing her tea. Adorable. Not very subtle, was he? She wasn’t entirely sure how well her words would sink into that thick skull without obliging him. Just to be a bit nasty, Rosie took a long sip of her tea, savoring its warmth and flavor as she considered the boy’s superior. Sort of a nasty prank, no? Well, a jacket and appropriate clothing would be no trouble to requisition. At his comment about his superior disliking the place, Rosie instinctively felt the urge to touch the numbers tattooed on her neck. Her expression darkened slightly for a moment.

“No, I suppose there aren’t many who do like this place. Myself included, but, ah, you still look rather cold. A moment.” Digging around her in her own coat with her free hand, she procured a Den Den Mushi. This was the right one. Picking up the transceiver, she cleared her throat and took a deep breath. “Recruit Reynard. Procure a winter uniform. Size…” She glanced at Rakka. “Extra Large. And meet me at my office, yes? Do be swift.”

With a click, she hung up, not waiting for a response. Knowing Reynard, he’d be there as fast as his legs could carry him. As for Rosie, she stopped in front of her door and opened it up, moving to take a seat at her desk. She set her tea cup down and gestured over to a kettle on a miniature stove. “Please, help yourself.”

Sorting through a few papers on her desk while Rakka presumably downed the whole kettle single handed, Rosie brought up her notes on the current situation. “Hmm… as you may or may not know, Tequila Wolf has been the site of a large scale construction effort for quite some time at the order of the Celestial Dragons. There are several civilians present that have been… drafted to help complete the effort.”

The words sounded distasteful in her mouth as she said them. Honestly, she was just sugarcoating what it actually was… Slavery. Government endorsed slavery, but slavery all the same. It left a vile taste that no tea could wash away. With a sigh, Rosie downed the rest of her tea and pushed the cup away. While she suspected that it was a small price to pay for whatever grand vision the Celestial Dragons had in mind, she wondered if it really were the best way to achieve their objective. Mm. Well. It wasn’t her place to judge that.

“Revolutionaries have been sighted in the area, and, so, we are on watch for a potential raid. It wouldn’t be the first time that Tequila Wolf was targeted by them. The Revolutionaries in question are Deman Reeves, a human, a fishman woman sniper, and a spear using devil fruit user.” Rosie pushed a piece of paper toward Rakka with their likenesses on it. The professional profiler had finished their sketches, but Rosie still didn’t see what had been wrong with her own interpretation. Sure, there were a few creative liberties, but… ah, well. “That’s our assignment. Questions, Rakka?”

[Fennec]

"Cola... cola... were is the cola?"

Reynard mused to himself rummaging through the open fridge pushing aside pieces of perfectly cut marbled meat and vegetables. He let out a visibly annoyed sigh, he really wished the other cooks would keep the fridge more organized. Such nonsense could never be tolerated in an actual normal kitchen! Perhaps he would have to straighten out the cooks once more. Cooking for hungry sailors was no easy feat especially when it had to be done in record time and if the fridge was all over the place that would simply slow down the process.

"Aha! Gotcha!"

He explained grabbing a few bottles of cola before slamming the fridge shut with his leg. Reynard turned to the table where he had everything set up, pots, pans, an entire chicken, an assortment of vegetables and spices. As well as other cooking utensils, he was about to cook a special winter dish that was sure to warm up all the seamen. Hell, this dish could warm up even the coldest of hearts! Not just physically but also there hearts filling them with utmost passion for their job. Or at least that's what Reynard hoped his dish would do. One thing was for sure, feeding people warm winter foods such as this one was sure to at the very least boost their mood and return some of their vigors.

"Now, to begin! Jjimdak just how mothered showed."

Reynard cracked his knuckles before grabbing his knife. But just as he readied himself to cut into the chicken the nearby intercom Den Den Mushi yelled at him causing Reynard to flinch and stab his knife into the table instead of the chicken. However, the sudden astonishment was quickly gone as Reynard heard Rosy's clear distinct voice which was formal as always. Smiling like an idiot with heart shapes in his eyes he saluted an invisible Rosy.

"Oh, my dear Rosy wants to go for a walk with me! That must be why she asked me for her coat."

Instantly he left dashing out of the kitchen past patrolling seamen. Running into the industrial closet and grabbing an extra-large for his beloved Ensign he dashed through the complex at top speeds seemingly like a blur of white and orange until he arrived at his boss's office and slammed the door open. He stiffened his body up once inside and slung the coat over his shoulder. Then saluted Ensign Lovelace with his free hand. He smiled widely showing off his pearly white teeth a smile of pure glee and pride.

"Seaman Ayoki present for duty Ensign Lovelace!"

Now that he was there he also managed to spot the new recruit. Another young man, perhaps around his age. That was rare... and mildly exciting for the young Marine. He couldn't wait and converse with him after his briefing. 

[Kami-Gaz]

Rakka followed this commanding officer closely as she lead him into her office. A warm office with the, in his opinion at this very moment in time, worlds best invention… a kettle. “Thank you Ma’am.” Rakka noted after his jacket was ordered. Whilst he was rather short he was well built, his shoulders would fill out the extra large easily… The length on the arms may need adjustment but for now it would be enough to keep the recruit warm.

The young marine watched Rosalyn sit behind her desk and get comfortable, his eyes sliding towards the kettle at every opportunity that he thought her’s were not on him. His straight forward earnest nature was clearly showing, he could feel it but felt it was not something to be hidden around his CO… she would have seen it at some point regardless. “Really?! Thank you!” The slick man thanked before sliding over to the kettle and making sure the water was boiled, listening to his boss ruffle through papers and begin the briefing.

This place was just as he had thought… cold In weather and in heart… Forced Civilian labor, even this naïve young man understood the connotations of what those words meant. His mother Vice Admiral had a great distaste for the practice, something she strove to change as she rose the ranks. Alas, it wasn’t his time or place to free these indentured peoples. The best this young man could do was give them comfort and safety.

Rakka’s hands riffled through the selection of drinks that were kept by the kettle and looked towards the kettle and then the mugs that were kept there for guest use. ‘I wonder if she has my favourite…’ The young man thought to himself as the words of the briefing resumed.

“That’s our assignment. Questions, Rakka?” Rosalyn finished.

“I have two… Do you have any hot chocolate?” The recruit asked as blatantly with a soft smile on his face and the boiled kettle in hand. This was more of a question to melt the cold air in the room that had formed when slavery was brought up. “And if we are here to take out these rebels… then when I beat them up, we can get assigned to somewhere warmer?” He asked naively, earnestly… almost as if he was confident in his own combat abilities.

Hoshiko almost jumped out of his skin when the door was almost ejected from its hinges, almost spilling the scalding hot water all over his bare arms as-well. “Recruit Hoshiko reporting for duty! It will be a pleasure to work with you Ayoki!” He bellowed back in a loud and commanding voice that almost all marines were trained to use. His Stetson still sitting perfectly on his head.

[Fox]

Rosie knew that Reynard would be quick, but she hardly expected him to slam through the door to her office. Well, she probably should have expected as much as she was slowly growing familiar with each of her subordinates… unique personalities. He gave her a proper salute, which was something at least, but he was a touch too cheery for her. She needed her third cup of tea to deal with all that. She rubbed her temples as her newest recruit Rakka asked two painfully innocent questions and then nearly jumped out of his skin and shouted a reply back to Reynard. These were very sweet boys. She rubbed a hand over her face to hide her rather unsettling smile. It made her ache with jealousy.

Composing herself rather quickly, Rosie leaned back in her chair and waved at Rakka dismissively with a disinterested look. “In the cupboard. There should be a box of cocoa. Marshmallows too, if you care for them.” He probably did. Glancing at Reynard before she answered Rakka’s other question, she snapped her fingers at him twice.

“That’s enough, both of you. At ease, already. Recruit Reynard, are you just going to leave the door hanging open? And give Recruit Rakka here his coat.”

Shifting her attention back to Rakka, Rosie adjusted her glasses. Hm. How to go about answering this. She supposed that she ought to say something that would inspire him regardless of her ability to actually provide the incentive. She tapped her chin for only a moment before looking up with her answer. “The faster we capture these criminals, the sooner we can leave this heinous place. I’ll personally see to it. To be honest with you both…” Rosie paused for effect. She wasn’t being honest, but if this would put a fire under them and get them all out of here faster, then all the better. “I’ve heard of an assignment out in the Grand Line… Perhaps if we deal with these criminals effectively… it would predispose my superiors to look more favorably on an assignment out there.”

Rosie gauged their reactions curiously. From what she’d gathered from Rakka and Reynard both, they had some lofty ambitions within the Marines. If her hypothesis was correct, both of them would be thrilled with the idea of going to the Grand Line. It suited Rosie’s purposes as well. Hm, she was curious if a rivalry would form between the two boys. That could push them to better themselves through competition, and thus, produce even greater results for her. Wouldn’t that be grand?

She wasn’t sure if this was the way that her father would have encouraged the two of them, but she wasn’t her father. No, far from it. His tenderness and warmth was something that Rosie could never hope to achieve. It was something to be aspired to, certainly, like a far off star, but she knew that she could never hope to attain that depth of care and emotion. She was hardly human, after all. Rosie placed a hand over the numbers tattooed onto her neck. A constant reminder of what she actually was. An animal who cut down others to survive. Mm. Well. The days of being a slave were behind her for now. Best not to dwell on it in front of the recruits.

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Rosalyn O. Lovelace | #fad7f6 (Pale Pink)

[Fennec]

"Oh, I'm sorry Ensign Lovelace!"

Reynard did a deep bow before turning around and gently closing the door. He then remained standing up straight near the door until he was ordered to sit... many times before he'd gotten in deep trouble for sitting down without permission by other officers. By deep trouble, it was mostly getting bashed over the head with a heavy fist or being forced to clean the guy's bathrooms a task that Reynard found less than desirable. Given the terrible odors and disgusting scenery such a task endured.

What Rosalyn said made Reynard's ears perk up. Leaving Tequila Wolf was a dream for the young Marine at this point. It had been a while since he was stationed at this place and he disliked it more and more as the days went by. There was nothing he hated more than this forsaken place. With its cold weather and slavery, there was nothing about it which was appealing. But what his Officer said next really put the cherry on top for him.

"Whoa really? The Grand Line!? That place is crazy... but it sounds super exciting. Daniel told me all about it."

He said, his voice full of enthusiasm and his eyes open wide sparkling in complete awe. This was pleasant news that filled him with even more passion! If this crew could ace a spot in the Grand Line that would surely make them notable and get Reynard one step closer to his dream of being a great marine hero. One who could save the people especially the poor who needed someone to be there and defend them.

It seemed like more often than not most high tier Marines came from wealthy families and didn't understand the common folk all that much since they lived a life of luxury. But Reynard wanted to change the pace by rising through the ranks and making a name for himself. A young man of humble beginnings who will teach the people you can be anyone you set yourself out to be. That was Reynard's big great dream.

[Kami-Gaz]

Rakka’s next step in this meeting was to follow Rosalyn’s instructions to the hot cocoa and some marshmallows. Without even asking he started to prepare three mugs of the stuff, it was the kind thing to do after-all. Each of these mugs had a hearty helping of cocoa powder, a dash of milk before the boiled water was poured into the concoction. All of this performed whilst the Stetson wearing menace was listening to his superior officer, with an eager smile.

Rosalyn continued her explanation, the answer to his second question. A faster exit of this place was sorely needed, and it seemed that not only Rakka wanted this hasty exit… that was good. Then the magical words were uttered that made the young man splash piping hot water on his hand. The young marine contained the yelp but he did slightly jump at the mention of the Grand Line… That was the place legends were made.

“Vice Admiral Hoshiko made her name there! If I go there, I can achieve her dream.” The young man muttered, barely containing his excitement before placing a mug full to the brim with hot chocolate, overflowing with marshmallows and some cream on top of that. “Ma’am… I wish to with your permission go and beat up these trouble makers so we can get to the Grand line sooner!” The cowboy announced, carefully bringing his mug to his lips and taking a nice long sip from this chocolatey warmth.

The sweetness, the overflowing chocolatey ooze that was topped with marshmallows. It filled the Teenager with a strength that he needed to crack a brilliantly crazy smile. “Reynard! Let’s practice so we can work out effective combination techniques!” Rakka asked excitedly, willing to do anything to get prepared for this upcoming. The energy was just radiating from him, his excitement was so palpable that he was leaving black oily fingerprints on his mug.

He went back for another great big swig from his mug, downing all of what was left in a matter of gulps. When the mug was moved away and placed down with more energy than perhaps was best, Rakka revealed a creamy and chocolate mustache that arced with his glowing smile. This simple enthusiasm was going to be something that everyone would have to put up with.

[Fox]

Seeing the two boys’ faces both light up at the mention of the Grand Line, Rosie felt satisfied that her lie had worked as she had hoped. Now, she would just have to put forth the work required not to make it a lie. Lots of paperwork. Rosie sighed inwardly, but she would rather jump through those hoops than suffer the disappointed faces of Reynard and Rakka. It would make her seem a poor superior officer if she didn’t at least try to deliver on their hopes. Plus, the Grand Line would provide excellent opportunities for the boys to grow and develop. She did have a duty to cultivate them into the ideal human beings. Maybe she would even manage to be half as good at it as her father. Hm.

When Rakka said something about shipping off to go face the Revolutionaries, Rosie held up a hand, but he had already turned to Reynard to chat about combination techniques. His enthusiasm brought a faint smile to her lips. She cleared her throat before the two raced out of her office to do just that. “Rakka, our current plan is to remain where we are. Intelligence suggests that the Revolutionaries will come here. To Tequila Wolf. Likely with the objective of harming as many Marines as they possibly can while freeing as many of our… workers as they can. So, unfortunately, we are in something of a holding pattern at the moment.”

She felt a little annoyed that she had to take the wind out of their sails almost as soon as she’d put it there, but perhaps she could renew their enthusiasm with an offer. “However, combination techniques are a good idea. Perhaps you’d care to use me as a test subject? Though, keep in mind. I won’t go easy on either of you. Prove to me that you’re both ready for the Grand Line.”

Taking the mug that Rakka had prepared, Rosie stood and sipped it lightly. It was a little sweet for her taste. She liked it a little more bitter than pure sugar, but she supposed that it was fine enough. “What do you two say?” She was more than happy to leave the paperwork for later and work with her two recruits in some hands on training. She’d have to go around her father’s back to get approval to be transferred to the Grand Line, but that was nothing that she hadn’t done in the past.

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Rosie | #fad7f6 (Pale Pink)

[Fennec]

Turning to view the young Seaman next to him Reynard noticed his spark too. His enthusiasm was unbridled and pouring from the available pour. It was clear this newcomer much like Reynard had a deep-seated passion for progression and achievement. While Reynard could respect this fact and in fact admired it a lot he also had to acknowledge the potential prospect of a deep-seated rivalry forming. After all, the division was only big enough to support one of them aspiring for greatness.

"Count me in Ensign Lovelace."

Reynard was excited about the prospect of stopping these revolutionaries as soon as possible. Although in all honesty, he had no personal hatred or stake against them. In the end, he didn't know what the purpose of the revolutionary army was beyond opposing the World Government as a regime. Reynard for his part didn't see anything immediately wrong with the Government itself, after all, he was but a young country boy with little knowledge of the world beyond the East Blue. All he knew was that criminals were evil and that it was his job as a marine to save people. His train of thought was however quickly halted by his new friend at arms.

"Combination techniques?"

The young Marine tapped his chin a bit, he'd never had someone to do combination techniques with. This was the first time and it was amazing to him that someone else had asked him specifically. Especially someone who was sort of a newfound rival and someone who didn't know his powers or abilities. Leaning back on his chair slightly relaxed Reynard let out a sigh of comfort.

"Sure let's give it a shot!"

He turned to his boss who'd suggested they test it on her. Reynard smiled widely.

"Let's give it a shot Boss! Just don't bleed all over the place like last time ok? Because we aren't going easy on you! Right Rakka?"

[Kami-Gaz]

“What do you two say?” Rosie asked, clearly wanting to avoid the paperwork she had set for herself.

The reaction that came from Reynard, Rakka’s new teammate and budding rival was more than positive. He had got the reaction he had wanted from them both… Training to test their fighting skills. If they were better than him he could stand to learn a lot more and get better experience, if they were weaker he would work with them in training to help them improve.

His internal excitement begun to grow again and everything he touched left a very minor oily hand print and every step he took as he moved around the office left a slight foot mark. “I don’t know the meaning of going easy on a person!” Rakka boasted, almost shouting in his loudness of the announcement. “I was beat up every day by a vice admiral it was always go big or go home… I ain’t going home, not for the cold or anything.” He explained, a metaphorical fire in his eyes… if it were real it would set him ablaze.

“Nothing is going to deter me from becoming an admiral, so lets get some training in!” He excitedly shouted before turning and walking out of the door and charging down the corridor, he picked left… it seemed a safe direction, everyone always had their dojo to the left.

A moment passed and the young man about faced and ran back with a sheepish smile on his face. He had just recognised his over eagerness had caused him one great oversight… He didn’t know the layout of this base yet. It was going to be something to get used too.

“Uhm… Where’s your dojo?” He asked, his enthusiasm losing its lustre to some embarrassment now.

[Fox]

“My, my, is that so?”

Well, Reynard had certainly gotten over his qualms about attacking her. She supposed that it was fine. She couldn’t properly evaluate the two of them without having them go all out. She was fairly confident in her own abilities to outlast these two spirited youngsters… No, if she couldn’t handle them, then what was the point of being their superior officer? They’d lose respect for her, and she would lose two promising recruits that she might have molded into fine, upstanding Marines.

Glancing down at the carpet, she noted with some dissatisfaction that Rakka was leaving a trail of oil around her office. Was he always like this when he got excited? Moving around her desk, she ushered them both out of her office and into the harsh cold outside. “Yes, yes. I’m well aware of your background, Rakka. Now, out you get. Go, go. Hurry along.” She would have Rakka clean his mess later, but for right now, she just wanted to minimize the damage. Rakka didn’t need much prompting, or any at all really, bounding out of the door.

“Large aspirations, Rakka. An admiral, hm? I think I’d prefer simply to linger at Vice Admiral… much less paperwork, you know,” Rosie commented with an amused smile on her face. Shaking her head as he ran off and came back, she pushed her way out of her office and turned right. “This way, this way,” she said in a sing-song kind of monotone. The walk wasn’t too bad, and before long, Rosie stood in the dojo. She’d only been here once on her initial tour of the facility, but it was fairly spacious. Walking into the center of the room, Rosie turned toward the two boys.

“Go ahead and start then. Let’s see what you two are capable of.”

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Rosie | #fad7f6 (Pale Pink) | Post Count: 5

[Fennec]

Reynard was rather surprised at Rakka's reaction and even more to see the boy spilling oil on the ground as he walked away. Tilting his head the young-marine couldn't help but wonder if this new Rakka fellow was perhaps a cyborg of sorts? The only other person who spilled oil at least that Reynard knew was a cyborg. More specifically... Kikori a violet slasher made of metal and flesh. Just thinking of the man and the encounter he had with him sent chills down his spine.

"Hey wait for me!"

The fox-man demanded immediately shifting into a fox and running after Rakka he promptly exited out into the cold hellscape that was Tequila Wolf. Having his Devil Fruit was rather convenient especially in the current environment... fur in both hybrid and full forms protected him from the cutting cold of the endless bridge. Chuckling he ran forward-viewing Rosy just behind the both of them. He had to agree with her... being an Admiral was quite the dream. But it was a dream that Reynard could respect by virtue that it was his dream to be an Admiral as well.

"Maybe it's more paperwork, Ensign Lovelace! But I want to prove to others that no matter their background they can aspire for greatness!"

Reynard proudly declared as he ran passed Rakka on his four legs as Rosy sung 'this way this way' in a monotone voice. Helping lead the way for his fellow seaman who seemed rather lost and losing his luster from over excitement.

"Over here Hoshiko-kun!"

Sooner than expected the three were at the Dojo and Rosy was standing at the center beckoning them over. Reynard quickly shifted out of his animal form and back into his most 'humanoid' form. He had a big smile on his face as he was excited to show off his new skills. But at the same time, he wanted to rise Rakka's spirits once more. After all, he seemed more excited than Reynard about the whole thing and Reynard's new tricks could wait anyway.

"Well, Hoshiko! Do the honors."

[Kami-Gaz]

Rakka followed the pair as they lead the way to the Dojo, he had buried the embarrassment and began following at a keen jog. When a fox barrelled pass at full speed the Stetson clad young mand did a double take, not seeing Reynard anymore. When it spoke he only grinned wide. This was going to be fun. “Paperwork is a battle all of its own!” Rakka called, organising everything to do with his aspirations into different fights in his life.

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{*Fighting Musics*}

Once the group had gotten out of the cold and into the Dojo Rakka doffed his coat and placed it onto a hook, he also straightened his white hat by the brim and looked about. “I’ll clean up once we are finished!” He announced, his eyes taking in the terrain and any potential obstacles.

The young man began to run, not at Rosie, but around her in a circle. As he did, he held his hands out and started to shoot a viscous oil onto the floor. Once there was enough, he began to slide on it as he laid out more. Suddenly his course shifted and he headed straight at the Ensign. In this short time he had coated most of the floor and was moving at speeds, and in ways, that most couldn’t pretend to do.

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{“Slip’N’Slide Clothesline!”}
Name:– Slip’N’Slide Clothesline
Rank:– 1 (50)
Description:– Rakka uses the oil slick on the ground or creates an oil slick infront of him to slide forward and build a considerable momentum and instead of stopping he will slide past but with an arm outstretched aiming to get his target at a neck level to knock them flat on their back with a single swipe.

He announced, his course not directly aimed at Rosalyn, but to go beside her with an arm out stretched, aiming to used his speed to slam into her, knock her on her back and then keep moving himself.