Kanakka's Bunker

OOC:

Those of you who follow my FA or know me wekll might have already seen the new pieces added to the gallery.

Nevertheless, there they are. yay for that. I'll be updating more of the site in times to come.

I have, recently, come upon a discovery quite jarring to me, in a pleasant manner. During some travelling I was doing I happeend to witness Bhuddist Warrior Monks in combat, needless to say they were sparring among themselved, but I was quite taken by their prowess and after they were finished I proceeded to ask them about their dicipline.

One challenged me to strike him, I was dubous, given I could rend the gentleman apart with one strike, but he assured me it was safe; after a rather guarded attempt which was easily evaded he asked me to not hold back, I assented, and found myself, quite for the first time in my life, unable to strike at him- His reflexes seemed to be even faster than mine and he had no trouble surviving the attack.

I begged the group to teach me their secrets, which turned out to come in the surprising form of a spiritual nature, clarity, beleif and meditation which all came easily to me. They taught me the use of their swords and their customs, called Bushido, a way of honor and one-ness with the world.

I was taken on as a student; those eager to learn their ways are very rare these days, as it turns out. In time, I was given a robe called a Kimono - which is very loose and comfortable, allowing coplete freedom of movement for their arts. I was given armor they had made for me, which is admittedly more ceremonial than it is functional (it would not stop even a round from the most modest firearm) and finally, swords of my own.

Their disciplines have taken well to the structures of my mind, and I like what they have taught me, though their actual religon is barely comprehensible, I confess it makes more sense than any other so far, and i am looking into it.

I've since taken up residency at The Getaway, an outdoor bar which lends itself to the visitations of many dragons and avians, and also easier for the likes of me. It is visited by many niteresting and friendly creatures. I work there as security now, though it's largelty a token title given how eventless the place is already, festooned with the powerful who are mature enough to flex their power in decense alone with a lack of ego. I mostly spend time greeting customers and cleaning,

That is enough, for now, i confess I'm not even certain if anyone reads these thoughts...

I've just realised, quite belatedly, how terribly out of date this site is, so i'm going to update large swatches of it now.

Also, the slight character redesign is finished, art of the details is incomming, but the only pgysical difference that is retconned like it was always there is the genitals, which are now like those of a human being (just, you know, enormous), thus some of the pictures are slightly incorrect now, but the new art I am working on will fix that.

Aside from not being online on Kanakka much, for some bizarre reason I could not update this site no matter what I did. But since i wasnt online much it ddint strike me as much of an issue anyway. 

I always come back to Kan though, there's too much history to ignore, and I enjoy him too much even if people make me tear my hair out sometimes.

At any rare I think he will take on a bit of a redesign soon - not too much, but something.

It seems that public opinion has turned almost immediately, those ladies who seemed so nice and welcomming in fact resented me, though why they could not simply say so vexes me beyod measure. I've simply decided to leave before there is any unpleasantness, let them have their bar free of men, I suppose I shall seek out acceptance elsewhere.

Well, I've been fired from The Moonlight Club, this happeend some time ago, but i remained there, by virtue of all the friends I have made. Now, however it has been made abundantly clear that i am no longer welcome there. It's quite within my power to destory the place, but that woudlnt be fair to everyone else who still lives and works there, I am saddend to lose so many friends under such circumstances, and have wandered for some time since.

Now, however I've fouind a new prospect, albeit an unusual one. It was suggested to me by a friend to try this bar - The Dragon's tongue - Unusual matter is that it is a Lesbian bar, though it turns out it has it's share of males, i went there for work so my prescence would not feel so unusual, but i was told thety only hire on Regulars. This is fair, since that was always my suggestion at TMC, since walk-in applicants always seemed to be trouble or inactivity one way or the other.

So, now I'm a male customer at a bar for lesbians, but I've been made most welcome by (one of) the owner(s) who assured me it was fine, and I've so far had a lovely time chatting with the other customers and staff there.

For now, that is all, it's a good step for me.

Well Sadly, Miranov has all but fallen off the face of the earth, and refuses to come online on the few occasions I do see her. So for the sake of my Character and the story, I am forced to retcon the two twins Kanakka sired, because playing that element without Mira is joyless and doesnt fit very well.

I hate to do it, but that is what it has come to.

Well I am to be a father it seems, this is good news.

Obviously Miranov is to be the mother, after she visited one evening i took her to our room and disposed of our contraceptives, then proceeded to mate her heatedly, but that is neither here nor there.

I'm not sure how long it will take, or what the results will be, but I must confess I'm a little worried, for I need heavy augmetics to survive, for power and stability, will my young inherit these weaknesses that must be overcome? i'm not certain, datafiles on my pda assure me that my dna is entirely regressive, so the twins will take on al aspects of the mother, but I still worry.

ONly time shall tell, needless to say I'm accordingly elated.

Miranov Sikerviski.

That is the name of the woman who now holds my heart, and whose heart I in turn now possess. How this came to be is somewhat of a blur, I confess, it seems strange and unreal. We met a few months ago, speaking at the bar in TMC for a short while, I saw her a few times in the following days, where we went for a swim and shared time together. I'm not even terribly sure at what point we began to feel for eachother, but it was clear it happened quickly, though a more official declaration of the intent to be boyfriend and girlfriend ddint come till a little later.

I always advocate a slower approach to such things, and even over the course of weeks that it took for us to get so close, i consider this to be almost alarmingly fast, but there is no doubt in my mind nonetheless. I am losing control, and I embrace it, though it almost felt as if it went disasterously wrong as miss Miranov dissapeared for about a month, and i wondered where i stood on the matter, only the last time I saw her did we decide to "go out".

Whatever the case, she had returned, much to my delight, and at long last, we made love, it was far more than the casual relations i sometimes have; this much is certain.

She has not barred me from sleeping with others, nor I her.

At long last, it seems my patience in love and refusal to outright seek intercourse and hunt down love have paid off.

That is all.

Problem Solved.

With no-one willing to assist me in the matter of obtaining more fissive material, I have travelled and since returned from the Esper Valley Fissives Refinement Facility, which is operated by the Furcadian government. I stopped at the gate peacably, and explained my need for the U-235 to the guards at the perimiter, however despite my desperate need for the material to live, they denied and ordered me to turn back.

I did so, but only far enough to launch my attack, the underequipped and disorganised guard forces were overcome easily and I was able to enter the facility, find a suitable rod of Weapons Grade Uranium 235 ready for shipment, I knew it would be there, it was a deciding factor in the time of my operation. I had escaped the facility before air and armored reenforcements from the national guard had arrived to prevent the terroist threat, the soldiers fo this world are quite simple incapable of dealing with an incursion the likes of which i can facilitate, this was all a last resort.

About thirty of the defensive forces in place at the facility were killed by the initial explosion of the missile attack that heralded my turn to violent measures, and my succesive assault, I do not regret what happened, it was a neccecity, if an unfortunate one.

I had, of course taken measures to camoflage my identity as much as possible, wearing a rebreather mask and painting my flesh green, to them i was simply a dragon. anyone who knows me can almost certainly identify the incident, and i make no moves to hide it from those in my proximity.

((OOC: The above will almost certainly pervade the furcadian news networks, internet and paper for weeks or months to come, billed as a terroist attack, Kanakka doesnt deny that it was him, and thos who have met him (as those reading would have, no doubt) would probably be able to tell it was him))