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[As the Chalice has stopped at port to resuppy, there's a particularly odd scene happening.]

[There was a rumbling of an engine in the air as a man on a motorbike comes riding in to what is clearly a restricted area for civilians... then again, given his attire of what seems to be a mechanical exoskeleton, and a sword at his side - he might not be as such..]

This is the White Chalice yes?

[He gets off his bike with a well practiced motion, lazily resting one hand on his weapon's sheath as he tugs his biker goggles off.]

Looks like an interesting ship. Where do I sign in?

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[Its battle time and Sam's on foot... in a battlefield with giant robots. This doesn't seem to bother him much. He's flipping and running and dodging out of the way of gunfire and footfalls. At one point you swear something hit him - only for Sam to get back up, shake it off and brush as the massive scorch mark on the chest of his suit.]

Mh.. that was a good shot. Lets see if your reflexes are as good as your aim.

[Sam's now charging the mech that nailed him, dodging across the ground wildly before leaping through the air and slicing the mech cleanly in HALF right through the cockpit - its attempt to stop him barely even coming close as his feet hit it right on the head - parting the halves as he rode it to the ground.]

Now.... who else wants to dance?

[He spreads his arms, almost shrugging nonchalantly - inviting any and all comers to take him on. Its massively arrogant, but considering he just carved a mech in half... maybe he knows what he's doing.]

3) (Yes he's humming his own theme)
[Its after the fight and everyone's getting things patched up. Including Sam. Clad in a plain T-shirt and pants, along with several visible bandages and dressings, he's repairing his Exoskeleton.... however...]

Hmm..mmhm..hmmmm~....Hmmmm.. mmm.. hmmmm~

[He's humming while fixing his Exoskeleton. Not that much of a surprise. What he's doing to fix it is. You can see what looks to be a cross between containers and human spines resting on a table next to the exoskeleton. And Sam is casually impaling one with his Murasama - cutting it open over his suit - tossing the now drained thing away and spreading its contents over the Exoskeleton with his sword like a butterknife.]

[If that wasn't an extremely odd way to repair one's gear...]

4) [Omake Prompt]

[Its a day at the beach. All is peaceful.... except Sam seems to have his sword with him - and its drawn. The red blade gleaming in the sun.]

So... we meet again... my... long time enemy.

[He takes a deep breath, both hands on the blade. He lashes out! Once! Twice! Three times! His blade is a blur in the air!]

[Red liquid drips to the sand from the blade of the HF blade - Sam swings it once to clean the sword - triggering the Oscilator to heat off any remaining residue... the air is sweet with a fruity tang-... wait what?]

So... who has the salt?

[He grins as the watermelons he did a number on come apart in several perfect pieces.]

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And really you're going to have a tech watching you, since she had been about to speed off and enjoy some shore leave before your arrival she's got her CV-r on under a battered leather jacket.

"You know that bike... makes the Riders look good." So says the girl seated on a bike that looks like it was built in the '80's. "You can't join unless you beat me in a race on that junker." Actually you could just ask the captain, but really Mira's in the mood to be a smart ass.

...I'm sorry... but did you just say something... about my bike?

[He was quite calm about it. He didn't even look offended as he calmly walked over to check out Mira's own ride.]

"Yep, said it looks like a junker. What top out at 180 on that thing?" Mira, that's not the way to make friends!

Though as he neared she ran a hand through her blond hair. "if you can beat me to the other side of town and back I might not give ya a hard time while you're riding that thing."

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Well... that might be a problem...

[He rubs his free hand on his chin nodding consideringly. Mira, if you were paying any attention he was pointing the sheath of his sword downwards. Now... he wasn't moving his hand anywhere to the grip of his blade... but something was odd about what he was doing... it was like he was... aiming?]

Your front wheel looks like its missing.

[Missing? What is he talking about its still- the hand not at his chin pulled a trigger on his sheath. The sword it had? Was fired at great force at the front wheel of Mira's bike - the impact is highly likely to break it right off - and possibly knock Mira over as well.]

Oops.

[How very sincere.You REALLY shouldn't have dissed Sam's ride.]

Wha... [Couldn't be missing she rode the bike from the hangar up... but seeing what he did caused her to jump back just as the impact sent her back, flicking a switch, her cyclone would be a little off balance, but hey she'll have access to her viroblade. And yeah, the knife's in her hand as she drops to a low crouch]

Oh now it's really on. [She's just glad the crowds scattered with the first attack. Activating one of her boomers she tapped her helmet's mic, ready to attack with both blade and sound waves.]

[Sam's got a cool smirk on his face as he causally walks over to where his sword had rebounded off to. Picking it up and cleaning the blade lightly on the 'sleeve' of his Exoskeleton before turning to regard Mira.]

Okay...

[He spreads his arms in a jovial manner before getting into a firm stance. Looking deadly serious now. Shouldn't have drawn a weapon on him.]

Lets dance.

[The already sinister looking red blade now had arcs of blood red electricity flashing across it. But its only a sword right? And Sam's all the way over there... what could he possibly- OHFUCK HOW'D HE GET SO CLOSE NOW?!]

[Shouldn't have damaged her baby! When he nears her she swipes at him with her blade throwing herself backwards. She doesn't want to risk the jump pack with it off balanced, but doesn't mean she's not going to make use of the enhanced agility and speed. After all the guy doesn't look that tough.]

[Her HUD is counting down until the boom's ready. three seconds...]

[Sam's Murasama is up in a flash! Parrying away the strike - you swear the air caught fire with that swing!]

Sloppy. Very sloppy. Do you even know how to fight?

[And he's now rushing at Mira like a violent wind of destruction! His attacks make a mockery of armor - His blade, already a masterpiece before it was upgraded was now a blade of unparalleled lethality after having its original capabilities magnified a hundred-fold!]

I don't think this dance needs any music.

[You're not the only one with something to enhance speed and agility! That Exoskeleton isn't just for protection! Sam does a lightning quick thrust at the Boomer! The alternating current of the blade would no doubt cause even more damage to the amp when the hit lands!]

[Mira keeps scrambling back, just enough to keep from getting herself damaged... The Cyclone, well, it's going to need repairs!]

Well enough. [She risks it kicking out below the belt to get him away from her and give her a moment to regroup... Which is lost when she hisses the feedback from the destroyed amp echoing in her head making her drop her blade so she can tear her helmet off to escape it. oops... probably bad time to do that.]

[To which Sam rushes up to deliver a powerful kick to the Cyclone - fully intending to knock it over and pin Mira to the ground.]

Ah ah ah~ You left yourself open.

[He clucks his tongue in a chiding manner.]

Sir Samuel, what are you doing with...those.

Please madam president. Call me Sam.

[He replies with a look over his shoulder and a small grin.]

As for what I'm doing, I'm fixing my suit.

A weapon is meant to be bathed in the blood of its enemies.

[He spears another nano-repair unit and pours its contents all over the exoskeleton.]

When said blood fixes things, well... one may as well take advantage of that and make sure those baths are frequent... no?

[Oh god he's so suave. Don't blush, you're the president of New Japan. Not some high school girl. Oh it's too late.]

Y-yes I understand that but...

[Out of everyone on the ship she was probably one of the few that understood the value of Murasama.]

Should you really be using your sword in that manner?

Why not? My sword is an extension of my body.

[He raises the blade and calmly flicks it so its sideways against the lights of the Hangar, the brilliant red sheen shining brightly.]

The blade that takes the spills the blood of my foes, being used to ensure my survival?

Its merely fulfilling its purpose in a different way.

[And... oh dear, did he just wink at you? Try hiding that blush now!]

[MIND CANNOT COMPUTE PROPERLY. TOO MUCH BLUSHING.]

W-w-w-w-well I it's you see.

[The President of New Japan. Easily defeated with light flirting.]

[Not gonna let you take that chance, red sword man. A few gigantic energy swords crash into parts of the enemy formation - the resulting explosions taking several mechs with them.

It's not long afterwards that a winged, purple-haired woman slowly descends next to you; carrying her own, oversized katana.]

Really...you might have overdone it this time, Sam.

[She sounds serious in this form, but there's still a hint of playfulness there. Also, more of those mecha are coming!]

Aii...

[At this he rolls his eyes and shrugs at Neptune, calmly flicking his sword and resting it on his shoulder... its difficult to catch, but he winced a little - and he definitely was working up a sweat.]

Well its never good to do things half way... and I'd say we're barely even done with the opening act.

[He gives her a wry grin, inclining his head to her before motioning lightly towards the enemy lines.]

Ladies first?

Making a lady clear the way for you? That isn't very gentlemanly.

[She smirks, but then, an incoming beam forces her to evade. It crashes into the ground instead, creating an explosion upon impact.]

...Well, it looks like I'll be taking you up on that. Allow me to show you the power of a Goddess.

[Neptune gets into a stance of her own, not all too different from yours, Sam. And with similar speed, she approaches the enemy group - her purple and black blade poised to strike!]

Victory Slash!

[It's all blazingly quick movement. Three of the mecha are caught in the move; giant, smoldering 'V's carved into them before they explode.

It looks like the other enemies moving in now though, so that's probably your cue!]

Oh... That's good... why that's very good.

[Oh yes, Sam is definitely impressed. He's even clapping like a good audience should. That doesn't mean he isn't getting ready to make his own move though.]

I have to say though my little goddess of victory-

[He's charging into the fray, practically leaping onto one of the mecha - kicking off it as he triggered his sheath - the air around him was a screaming blur of red with his swings. Machinery fell like rain.]

-it isn't fair if you have all the fun eh?

It never crossed my mind.

[An obvious lie. She's probably as full of herself as you are, but even then, she can't hide the fact that she's amazed- by both dat sword skill and the swag. What's more, your move buys her ample time to flick the blade of her own sword, getting rid of the grime on it.]

Though, you aren't so bad yourself. Perhaps, if there were more men like you where I came from--

[She suddenly launches herself off the ground as she comes under attack, intercepting her opponent's melee strike with a quick turning slash that severs its arm, and then bifurcating its entire frame with an upward swing.]

--there would be less trouble around.

I suppose... but if there were more of me - I wouldn't be very special now would I?

[He smirks as he carves a Mecha's legs from under it - rushing up along it with the Murasama dragging through its middle before parrying away an incoming physical blade.]

Though it'd be interesting... the bar for people like us would be raised. Every day would be a challenge!

[The next swing his enemy makes is its last - the mecha's blade had size but not quality, and was soon carved apart by Sam's own weapon! The pilot was startled long enough for the brazillian swordmaster to take him down.]

[And off to the side, a crowbar suddenly comes into view, bashing through another mook with nothing but blunt force trauma before its owner leaps onto the scene to claim it!]

Well since you were so kind to offer...

[And at once, Nyarlko thrusts her arm out and moves it across her body!]

HENSHIN!

Always wanted to say that~~~~

[And a moment later and the Crawling Chaos now takes the form of an armored warrior, Sam! Still has that crowbar, though.]

You shall know the might of Space CQC!

[Now at that Sam's laughing his ass off, clapping in amusement. Having japanese roots in his line definitely had him know what she just did.]

Oh now this is interesting! I think I can spare some time to play Rider with you ... little girl.

[He smirks as he sets his stance. Oh yes. He was taking this seriously.]

Now.... let's dance!

[Hahaha. Oh Sam. You better protect your SAN points. Nyarlko charges full-speed, brandishing and spinning her crowbar rather than using it like a sword.]

You better make sure this is worth my time! Brazilian samurai are so rare I almost never get to see them in action!

Hah! It'll be worth more than that!

[His eyes seem to watch the spin of the crowbar - parrying it normally won't do... not at all... which is why he resheaths his sword and gives it a massive amount of extra force with a gun-powered quickdraw to knock that spin right off!]

[And assuming that people in the Metal Gear Universe have SAN points left? PLEASE~]

[Then we'll be sailing uncharted waters... what happens when you hit NEGATIVE SAN. But for the here and now, Nyarlko swings the crowbar down to counter... only for it to get knocked away into the air!]

Waaaaah! Such incredible skill!!!! If only you had a sword with a trigger to go with the sheathe too... then you'd be unstoppable!

[Is she being stupid or trying to make a reference or something? Whatever the case, Nyarlko's just gonna throw a crapton of grenades at you from out of nowhere before hauling out a motherfucking CHAINSAW.]

[Grenades you say? Well no problem there, you see he has a way of dealing with those. In this moment... here, its Sam showing his insane skill with his sword. In another universe? Its called Blade Mode.]

Ah, that would be overdoing it. And there's a limit to what I'd do to my Murasama.

[Chainsaw? PARRY IT!]

[And after seeing those grenades get stopped cold... Nyarlko just laughs. She'd even clap if she wasn't still holding that chainsaw. Oh yes, Sam, you certainly have become an amazing specimen of Human Exceptionalism in Nyarlathotep's eyes.]

You know... I can think of a certain sorcerer who would finally find some meaning in his life if only he met you.

... Try not to die, okay?

[The chainsaw revs noisily, its blade heating up quickly as Nyarlko presses the attack, and swinging the chainsaw with a lot more precision and compactness than you'd think considering the size of both it and the girl's frame!]

[And the intense crashes - not clashes, CRASHES - between the two weapons sends sparks and lightning spitting everywhere! Sam's backing up and occasionally flipping away from the blade. He's actually on the defensive! Oh yes, this was a much more entertaining fight than those piddly machines before!]

I don't intend to! Not before I find the perfect fight!

[Oh she definitely wasn't human, not at all, not a machine either. Something else completely. And so unpredictable! He parries once more before dashing forward - resheathing his sword - holding it above his head!]

Tell me little girl... do you enjoy a stiff breeze?

[When he unleashes his blade - what happens next can only be described as a miniature hurricane filled with cutting edges is launched point blank at the Outer God.]

[Well, leave it to the Crawling Chaos to not be predictable. But as Sam sheathes his sword again, Nyarlko primes herself for the resulting quickdraw...]

Well, so long as Hastur or Itha-

[Aaaand, cue hurricane. Nyarlko's sent flying, and crashes into the ground headfirst with a breaking sound. But she's already rising to her feet, laughing in amusement at just how much mileage you're getting out of one sword and an unconventional scabbard.]

Well that certainly was well worth the price of admission.

[Some of her helmet's cracked and fallen off though... and you don't see a normal face underneath it. No, there's no way an infinitely black mass with glowing eyes like that is normal. No amount of nanomachines would be able to cause that!]

Though I must admit... I'm not your perfect fight?

I'm not sure whether I should feel insulted or just that my Space CQC is inadequate.

What are you?

[He feels hair clinging to his head from sweat and exertion.]

Oh, don't take it the wrong way... You're a very interesting fight. But if I'm going to die, I'd rather it be against another swordsman. Preference. You understand.

[He shrugs slightly, an undeniable sense of wrongness squeezing at him as he struggles to keep his eyes on his opponent. The reveal of the face of the Crawling Chaos was not being pleasant to his brain nor his soul.]

If you want of course I can fight a little harder to impress you.

[Getting the chainsaw back up to bear, Nyarlko just shrugs and lets her helmet repair itself.]

Me? I'm just a messanger girl for middle management. Nothing special or remarkable in any way. And don't worry about trying harder... humans always impress me. If anything, I'm just hoping to impress you~

Well... and maybe if you're lucky, this will open up whole new avenues for you... opportunities for battles against swordsmen and swords you've never thought of! Tell me, ever heard of the Scimitar of Barzai?

[Not that she has one, but whatev. She'll give you a moment to find your focus again, Sam, but after that? She's just gonna charge in and thrust out with the chainsaw.]

Edited 2013-04-16 17:02 (UTC)

Well... Consider me-

[He dodges aside, those teeth scrape at the very surface of his exoskeleton before he brings his blade down to smash the saw into the ground as the thrust reached its furthest!]

-Impressed!

[Either way he backs up so the conversation could be continued with a bit more ease.]

Oh... now that's interesting, I might have heard about it from somewhere. Usually in reference to the occult... you mentioned a sorcerer didn't you?

[Well his day just got much more interesting. Nya, you may have noticed Sam's grin just got quite a bit wider.]

[Hoho~. You definitely are turning out to be worth her time, Sam. Skill was no concern, but willingness certainly was. And nothing like injecting a bit of zaniness into things with Kurou. Though admittedly...]

The sorcerer I spoke of actually doesn't own a copy of the Scimitar. But he's still a remarkable warrior in his own right, and I do know of someone who owns that particular blade.

... Ooooh, and then there'd be good ol' "Two Sword" while we're at it! The sky'd be the limits for you!

[And meanwhile, Sam's defensive actions knocked the chainsaw from her grasp. Next weapon up? A sword of her own... although this one is more like a huge slab of metal with a hilt. It's not even sharpened!]

CHESTO!

[She always wanted to say that too, as she brings the weapon sweeping down with more grace than you'd think her small frame would allow.]

Keep talking! You've got a captive audience after all!

[To which Sam flips to the side to evade - the moment the blade hits the ground however, the Samurai soon leaps upon it to carve it to pieces as he rushed up along the slab to deliver a smack to the head with the pommel of his sword!]

[And your partner for this cave fight is just sort of...watching.]

Did...Did you really need me to be here?

[And Sam just grins.]

Of course. I'm not the sort of man to turn down a young woman's company-

[He backflips away from a pissed off Gekko. How does an AI get pissed off? The same way it gets dizzy really.]

-after all, I find it entertaining to see how everyone fights.

[Either to admire their skills, or... point and laugh... it's been mostly the latter really.]

...You know, there are better ways to ask someone on a date.

[Yui slams her hand in the ground, and that same Gekko has its legs wrapped up in spiked chains that burst out of the ground.]

I'm afraid I'm not much of a direct fighter, though...do you need another weapon? I can provide one, if you so desire...

[Sam shakes his head.]

Oh, I think I'm perfectly fine... I have all the weapon I need right here...

[He pats his sword with a smile before he leaps atop the restrained Gekko and stabs it right through the Camera - flipping off, hitting the ground and slicing it to pieces.]

Any other handy tricks?

Only a few.

[Yui draws a quick hexagram in the air in front of her, then reaches through it and pulls out...a gun? It looks like a cross between a rifle and some kind of slingshot...though no slingshot you've ever met was loaded with a spear.]

I'm afraid I won't be much help here.

Oh, you're being plenty of help. I'd say you're inspiring me to more violence right now.

[This was said as he casually kicks a cyborg in the gut and slices him to ribbons.]

Ah. Moral support, then? I hope you don't mind if I try for fire support as well.

[She fires a shot off at one of the cyborgs, pinning the poor schmuck to a wall.]

[Sam couldn't help but chuckle at the Cyborg's angry flailing and cursing, dodging a massive hammer before booting and decapitating the bulky cyborg wielding it.]

Would the lady wish to finish off her playmate? Or do you wish for me to have the honor?

Do as you wish, Mr. Samurai.

Yare, yare. What did those poor watermelons ever do to you? [passing the salt over to you, Sam]

Oh nothing really. Just felt like giving my Murasama a little taste of home.

[He has his usual grin as he salts the melon slices, leaving the shaker on the table as he tosses a piece to Shoutarou and takes a bite out of one for himself.]

Of course, I am quite hungry.

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