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Ranpu Omasa

[quote]Shut up, Shinta. You're a moron. And, oi, Vex; you're a kill-joy. Ya know why? Cuz you don't have any EXCITEMENT in your life...[/quote] Part of Team Vexion; The bad-ass.

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Vejisama

Description

Typically, Ranpu, wears a crimson, sleeveless, shirt; black pants, and crimson shin guards and footwear. Tends to sport a jet-black cloak once in a while. His yellow eyes are something of a mystery; yet tend to strike fear in others from time to time. If that doesn't do the trick; his mouth full of razor-sharp teeth do.

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Personality

Carries himself haughtily. He thinks of himself as 'the shit', and rarely backs down from challenges. He's snarky; arrogant; and full of himself. He's the counter-balance of Shinta; opting for wreckless, adrenaline-filled, excitement.

Beyond all other things though; he has a crude sense of humor; and is quite lecherous...beyond lecherous...is the definition of lecherous.

Equipment

Is skilled in hand to hand combat; but prefers his rather large blade; Devastator, as he calls it. Weighing beyond what one could imagine; he totes it around as if it were nothing; and when immersing himself into swordplay; fights delicately graceful; whilst still reaping destructive rewards.

Utilizes both Katon, and Shoton Chakra Natures.

History

Born and raised in Kumogakure; Ranpu excelled greatly at nearly everything he did. Eventually; he was placed on Team Vexion, consisting of himself, Vexion, and Shinta Raito. After the mysterious disappearance of Vexion; he swore to help Shinta search out and find the Teammate.

So begins...

Ranpu Omasa's Story

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Ranpu Omasa mutters incomprehensible curses under his breath as he strides down the street. He'd been searching for hours. Yeah, hours. What a waste of time, right? Totally. He hadn't found a thing. And now he couldn't find that dobe, Shinta, either.

Spotting what looked to be a bar; he forces the door open before lazily strutting in. Currently; he had forgotten his cloak. Yeah, he was pissed. But what the hell. At least he still had Devastator; strapped to his back.

"Meh; buncha drunks. Oh well! At least it may come around as entertainment..." he mutters; "Why not..." He then adds, taking a seat at the closest table. He'd wait for Shinta; let that moron do all the looking for now.

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Ranpu Omasa arches a brow at the crazy man shaking the machine. What the hell was that all about? Who in there right mind talks to a mechanical object? Of course; he'd missed this 'machine' talking.

"...Uhh; that's odd..." he muses; nodding his head thusly.

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Ranpu Omasa casually begins to drum his fingers upon the table top; before parting his lips. Maybe these morons knew Vexion. Maybe not. That damned twit came here, obviously. Both Ranpu, himself, and Shinta had used Inferii Di Errebus to get here. Wherever here was.

"Oi, any of you nitwits in here know a kid named Vexion?" he calls out; still witnessing the strange junk that was going on.

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Ranpu Omasa 's finger motions stopped on that statement. Vexion was what? Naw; this guy had to be a moron.

"Uhh; excuse me. Dude, did you say what I just thought you said? Vexion? Dead!? That's a joke..." He says with a roll of his neon yellow eyes.

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Ranpu Omasa slams a palm on the top of the table. That was a damned lie. He didn't know who the hell 'Rizu' or 'Vege' or even 'Kazu', but he sure as hell knew who Vexion was.

"...You expect me to believe this? After I went through whatever the hell that gateway thing was; traveled a long ass way, and sit down in a fucked up bar with crazy ass people in it? All that work, and my teammates dead? Uh huh..." He mutters.

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Ranpu Omasa 's eye twitches. What the fuck. This journey was for nothing then? What the hell would Shinta say. What the hell was HE gonna do. His teammate; dead? What the hell was the point of going back home then. They had no team.

"This is all fucked up. Wow. A wasted trip. That dumbass got himself killed. Wonderful. And I thought the kid couldn't be beat. I sure as hell couldn't; as much of a lazy prick he was. Damnit..." The kid spits; allowing his forehead to slam onto the table.

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Ranpu Omasa remained in his seat; his head still on the table; black hair sprawled out on it. He was simply just...staring at the table. Finally; his fingers start to drum upon the table again.

"...What the hell..." He mutters; suddenly bolting up in his seat; his free hand flipping the table into the air; before he draws out Devastator; slicing the thing in two. Quick flicks of his wrist spin the blade; and he places it back within the straps on his back.

"...What a waste of fucking time..." He states with a snort; turning to exit the bar.

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Ranpu Omasa had heard Shinta's cries for long enough already. Slapping his palm to his face; he viciously draws it up, fingers digging into his hair, before his eyes widen.

You fucking cry-baby! Shut up already! Grow up!
Ranpu shouts, before thwaking the kid upside the head. He shakes his head with a sigh, before then entering the bar once more. His eyes glance about; noticing a couple...eherm; nevermind. His eyes then fall on the previous lady he'd noticed before; only this time, her neck seemed to be smeared a bit with blood. What the hell happened to her?

"What the hell happened to you? Get a little rough with mister man?" He audibly shouts, a snicker on his lips. Yeah; he was a prick. An ass. A lecher. He was all in one; and the shit.

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Ranpu Omasa 's widen a bit; before then his snicker grows further into a smirk. A devilish smirk. A devilishly charming smirk. Oh yeah; she had spunk. That was awesome. Not a bad looker either. His neon yellow hue's then slowly rand down the length of her figure, before coming back up to rest on her face once more. A free hand lands on his side for a moment; his steps carrying a slight bounce to them.

"My my, how harsh. Ya know; it was just a question. I guess...you're kinda right though. None of my business how you get dirty and all; right?" He states with a devious wink.

...Damn; he was about to earn himself a bitch-slap from hell. He loved it!

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Ranpu Omasa realized that...he wasn't the only one pestering this poor woman; but hey! The more the merrier. Ha ha!

"oooh, ouch. Denied? That hurts; really, it does..." he says with a pout. He makes a false motion with his fist towards his eye; simulating rubbing tears away, before grinning again.

"...But, is that...is that...Is that a blush I see!?" he then states; perking up; a razor-toothed smile now visible.

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Ranpu Omasa rolls his eyes before reaching into a pocket. Pulling out a cloth, he snorts. No one new how to have fun, did they?

"Sheesh; lighten up will ya? I was merely having fun. You want something to take care of that?" He then asks; almost inhumanly; no emotions in his voice so to speak. If anything; it was slight annoyance.

"...Or; I can just go away like you said..." he then adds, shrugging...

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Ranpu Omasa threw up his hands in defeat. Whatever. Have it that way.

"I live on the edge; my fun tends to cross boundaries..." He simply states, folding his arms; crossing the lower half of his right leg over his left; standing in a strange; yet balanced, and awesome, manner.

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Ranpu Omasa waves a dismissing hand towards Natalie, parting his lips.

"Oh; yeah? Well; I'm just out for fun. Trying to clear my head; since apparently my teammates dead..." He mutters, before glancing over at the woman who'd been knocked the fuck out.

"Oh; damn. That was like; perfect connection there..." He states in awe pointing. "Wow; I wish I could swing like that!" He then exclaims; before noting the blood. "Awh, damn; but I'm gonna have to fail you on cleanliness. That's gonna be a mess; and leave a nasty stain..." He adds.

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Ranpu Omasa blinks over at Natalie with a shrug. Hey; he was just admiring.

"Woah; woah, chill! I'm not saying it in encouragment; just...well; erm, actually; nevermind! Ha ha! So; can I get a name? I'm Ranpu; or Ran, or Pu, or whatever the hell ya wanna call me. I don't mind. Not like I pay much attention anyway; but! If you want to get my attention and all." He says with a grin.

Normally; he'd be lecherous, but...seeings as how...she wasn't the most glamorous crayon in the box...he chose not to.

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Ranpu Omasa nods.

"Pleasures all mine, miss Natalie..." he says, then snickers, and laughs. "Yeah, I'm sure I would, huh?" He then finishes, then looking over at the screaming wench.

"Oi! Shut up will ya!?" He shouts over towards April. "Damn! Can't even hear myself think!" He then adds; before looking at the blue thing.

"Woah! Someone got in a fight with the blue juice man! And lost! Ah ha ha ha ha ha!" He suddenly laughs; pointing at the creature.

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Ranpu Omasa 's brow twitched at the further screaming. He was about to clock her himself now...or at least shove his blade in her mouth to shut her up...

...Yeah; that might work...

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Ranpu Omasa glances back over at Natalie for a moment.

"Yeah, yeah, sure. Sounds lecherously, I mean, absolutely wonderful." He says with a grin, a wink, and a wave. Whatever the hell banter meant.

With that, he turns away, taking a few strides away from the entirety of the scene itself. Taking a pause in his steps, he simply looks upon all the morons in the bar. The strange. The normal. The weird.

"Damn; this is like...a fucking circus..." He audibly states. "We've got blue people. Creepy misty things. A screaming banshee wench. And...yeah..." he then falls silent.

"...Where's the pink elephants? And the nuns..." He then finishes, falling silent again.

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Ranpu Omasa ...and now he'd seen it all. Under-aged pregnant prostitutes...

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Ranpu Omasa 's eye twitches as the banshee screams again.

"FOR THE LOVE OF INSANITY! SHUT THE HELL UP BEFORE I SHUT IT FOR YOU!" Ranpu hollers; pulling his blade out and holding it towards her. "I SWEAR! I WILL SHOVE THE LENGTH OF THIS BLADE DOWN YOUR THROAT! AND YOU WILL LIKE IT!" He adds, nodding thusly.

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Ranpu Omasa sighs, allowing his blade to fall. He then trudges up toward the bar; dragging it behind him as the edge splinters through the wood; obviously; it weighed a hell of a lot.

"Why are you whimpering; I haven't even cut you yet..." Ranpu states towards April.

With a shake of his head; he finds himself at the bar counter.

"Anyone know if this dump has Sake?" He then states; perking up a bit.

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Ranpu Omasa frowns; then snorts. Fine. Ignore him. Ungrateful bastards. See if he asked a question again.

"Yeah yeah, I get it. Do it my-fucking-self..." he mutters, clambering over the bar to look for a decent bottle of the liquid. He then proceeds from shelf to shelf; throwing the wrong bottles up and behind him; hearing them clash on the floor; shattering.

"Nope. Nope. Nada. No-way. Euughh! What the hell is this stuff? Noo. Nooo. Never! Oooh, what have we hear? Vintage even? Hell yeah!" He finally hollers; holding the precious bottle to his face.

"You and me...equal a wonderful time!" He says, running a finger delicately up the bottle; before prying off the top. With a swig; he finds himself back over the bar counter on his stool; watching everyone.

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Ranpu Omasa eagerly watches everyone; simply listening in on there conversations. Oh yeah; he was a prick like that. After a while; he'd become drunk; and then start hollering out his opinions of the topics.

"...Dumbasses..." he mutters...

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Ranpu Omasa arches a brow at the locust paper things flying towards him. With a frown; he swallows a large amount of Sake; filling his mouth full to the point of bursting. With that; a sinister look appears in his eyes; before he spews the liquid out; a quick hand-seal following; before the liquid bursts into flames.

...Needless to say; hello ashes; goodbye origami...

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Ranpu Omasa had by now finished his vintage bottle of Sake. Feeling over-confident now; he stumbles off of his chair into a drunken stagger. Noticing the vampire man; well, actually; he didn't know what a vampire was; on fire, he stumbles over there.

"H-hey, youuu...you know y-you're -hic- on...fireeeee raiyeet?" Ranpu drunkenly slurrs, before pointing and laughing; staggering backwards.

Incidentally; he bumps into Drakus. Turning, a bit too quickly; he regains his balance; slightly.

"Oh, wow. D-din't mean to buump into you...whoever you are..." he adds, before waving oddly at Natalie. He was...literally...drunk off his ass. This was even further proved with a failed wink.

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Ranpu Omasa simply swoons from side to side in the middle of the bar. Wow. He was trashed! Off of just one bottle! Shame shame shame!

"Woahhhh; this ain't right. J-jusssst onnne bootttle? I'm looosing my edgeeee." He draws out; then noticing Natalie's wave toward him. With that, he staggers over; as best and straight as he could.

"Hullooo miss...miss...miss. Ohhh, don't tell me. I've got this. I totally gots it. I proomisse. Miss...Nat-uh-lee!" he states excidedly.