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| Topic Started: Apr 18 2009, 03:52 AM (1,033 Views) | |
| A'grahl | Apr 18 2009, 03:52 AM Post #1 |
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Martyrs are only what you make of them...
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There is little one truly holds dear to themselves. If you look deep inside, the things you really care about are rather shallow. The world around you could be destroyed, but most would chose to lose everyone they know over losing their own lives. I would have given the whole world to save two people that night, but I could do nothing, A'grahl thought as he sat on the edge of a rock outcroping above the desert beyond Kami's lookout. He could see the plains that his tower was nestled upon and the mountains behind it. The moon was settling behind them slowly, as it was quite late by that time. A'grahl was lost in thought, regretting previous decisions rather than taking in the beautiful night. There were things that could have been done but he was not strong enough. If I had just been a little bit faster, a little bit stronger....I might have stood a chance. I am miles behind Pan-sensei, and Kami could destroy me on accident if control was not one of his key philosophies. His thoughts were focused on his insecurities. Why was I not capable enough to help anyone? The people that truly cared about me...the people that truly depended upon me were let down. Mitsune was not even capable of understanding what was going on, and I was not quick enough to even take the blow for her. Perhaps some time away would be for the better. The problem is, there is nowhere I can go to escape what has happened. I must face this torment head on, but I must also get away. If I am to do this, maybe Earth is not the best place to be right now. There are so many places I have wanted to visit now that I know they exist. He thought as he continued to sway his feet off of the edge of the rocky ledge he had perched upon. - Post 1 323 words |
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| A'grahl | Apr 20 2009, 04:33 AM Post #2 |
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A'grahl leaned back, using his arms to brace himself as he gazed into the swiring rain clouds above. They had been providing a soft shower of cold water for nearly two hours now. The chill did little more than remind him that he was awake, something that brought little comfort to such a troubled mind. I need to drive these thoughts from my mind, A'grahl thought as he lookd around, noticing a break in the clouds around Kami's lookout,Perhaps Master Kami would have some advice for me? I must let him know about this problem so that I may seek his council. Surely a master of his level must know some way for me to banish the negative energy from my soul. Pushing gently against the rocks below him, A'grahl fell forward off of the cliffs. His body raced downward like a bullet, his speed continuing to magnify as he focused his ki into his descent. The wind moved by so quickly that it sounded as if it were a jet engine, roaring in protest as he shot through the sky. Thirty seconds now. Just before impact A'grahl pulled up, slingshoting himself towards Kami's temple with increased momentum. He pierced a jet black cloud, the resonating static electricity lashing out at him and singing a few hairs along his body. As the cloud spun rapidly around itself A'grahl had already rose above the central platform of Kami's lookout. Kami was within sight, though he seemed to have company that A'grahl did not recognize. A man was talking with Kami, and they seemed to know eachother rather well considering their posture and facial expressions. It was as if they were old friends or allies conversing over tea. A'grahl cleared his throat and approached Kami with a smile, turning and bowing to Kami and his friend. -- Post 2 302 words |
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| Roland | Apr 20 2009, 11:53 AM Post #3 |
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"That is where Master Kami lives," Crono said to Horn who was perched atop his shoulders. The young Namekian was squinting off into the gleaming distance. They were flying at a moderate pace and the wind swept over them, ruffling the folds of their clothes gently, as Crono gained height for a better view. At their new altitude the sun was extremely bright and the wind chilly. In the distance, behind the looming tower platform was a blanket of low hanging storm clouds. Crono could see the latent electricity flicker like purple and blue veins. Crono set down on top of the tower platform and then slipped Horn of of his shoulders. He set the young one down. They both gazed around, looking for any signs of life. Kami's Lookout was as prestigious as ever. Mr. Popo's immaculate gardens never ceased to impress Crono. There were well groomed trees and rows of flowers; each of every color imaginable. He saw a fountain in the center with a small pond. Crono and Horn walked through the garden slowly, looking around at all of the decorations and Horn stopped and looked into the fountain. Several huge koi fish glided through the waters. Horn's eyes widened as one approached the surface, sticking its nose out of the water. "Welcome," a voice emerged behind them. Crono turned around to see the black skinned djinni approaching. He tapped Horn's shoulder and the young Namekian turned around and gazed at the stranger. "Mister Popo," Crono said and bowed. "It is an honor. I have come to speak with Master Kami. Is he available?" Crono heard the clacking of a cane on stone and from behind Mr. Popo emerged the tall elderly namekain. His wrinkle laden face showed both his fatigue and his delight in seeing the red-haired warrior and his little friend. Crono knew that Kami must have rarely gotten visitors other than the occasional student. Crono bowed deeply before him and he saw out of the corner of his eye that Horn was repeating the favor. "Crono," Kami said. "What brings you here, my son?" He studied Crono for a long moment. "I have come to seek consolation and also training, Master," Crono said. "Always training you are, Crono," Kami said and leaned on his cane for support. "When are you going to take up your rightful title of Master? In my visions I see you have been training Yamcha." Crono smiled. "I don't feel confident that I can be considered a Master, just yet. I have much to learn and my students have many questions. Until I have the answers I seek to solve theirs, I cannot be a Master." "Master Vaelre always said you had too much wisdom for your age," Kami said. Crono felt a power signature approaching and heard feet set down behind him. Kami smiled. "A'grahl," he said. The warrior approached. "I would like you to meet Crono." Crono turned and gave a slight bow to A'grahl. "It is pleasant to meet you A'grahl. Any student of Master Kami is an honorable man to meet." |
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| A'grahl | Apr 21 2009, 04:14 PM Post #4 |
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"It is a pleasure to meet you Crono,"A'grahl said as he bowed to Crono in return, lowering himself a slight bit further as a sign of respect,"I came here to le-" His words were cut short by Kami's gentle voice,"I know why you are here A'grahl. Ironically, it is a similar reason to why Crono has come here. The answers that you are going to recieve are nearly the same, though the questions that you will ask and the paths upon which you shall achieve your goals are quite different." "We shall save that for another time though, as there are a few things I must attend to before we can discuss this. Popo, could you put on some tea for our guests? Make it tea for seven, so we can have some as well." Kami said as he walked towards his palace with Mr. Popo. Tea for seven? A'grahl thought as he wondered what Kami meant. Seven people's worth of that tea would be quite potent. A'grahl turned around to face Crono and Horn, knowing that Kami wasn't one to hurry very often and whatever it was he had to do might take a while. He smiled at the small namekian that was with Crono, kneeling down to his eye level. "Hello, what might your name be?" A'grahl asked Horn before smiling at him briefly. A'grahl stood up, dusting his training gear off and faced Crono,"Kami said tea for seven? I know Popo loves his tea," He said sarcastically,"but I never imagined him drinking 3 portions of it." "If you do not mind the inquiry, what has brought you to Kami's palace?" A'grahl asked before explaining his intentions as well,"I came to seek enlightenment. Master Kami has always seemed to be so in tune with his soul and I have been in need of some soul searching of my own." A'grahl stretched his arms out a bit, rotating his neck to match the motions of his arms. He was unsure as to what Kami meant, or how to judge his other student, but that mattered little to him right now. He found out, very quickly, that it is a mistake to question Kami. --- Post 3 357 words |
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| Disgraced Yamcha | Apr 21 2009, 10:43 PM Post #5 |
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"Yamcha, are you sure you want to do this?" Puar pleaded with her master, the floating blue figure clung to the man's brawny right shoulder. He patted the her tween the ears assuring he'd be fine. A feeling of comfort came from the shape shifters tears, it reminded him how much she cared. I appreciate the concern Puar, but this is something I need to do on my own. Go ahead to master Kami's and inform him of my arrival. Yamcha cleared his throat and secured his baggage to his backside. The rough canvas duffel bag caught the brunt of the midday suns ray's and warmed the humans spine as he tightened it to his figure with several cords of leather and intertwined canvas. He took one last glance backwards to watch Puar fly slowly upwards into the sky. The dark haired warrior felt around for anything that could come loose, tracing his fingers against his waist to make sure his favorite flask was secured under his obi. With that he decided it was time to start. Yamcha pressed his calloused porcelain digits against the durable material of the white tower, looking upwards to measure the distance. Korin's tower seemed to stretch on forever with no horizon to disappear into. Yamcha caressed the white stone material of the first engraved portion of the tower, looking over the ruins of plants and fish etched in by the creators. The dark haired paladin placed his word hands against the etched indentations of the tower and slowly began to pull himself up. After several minuets the drunken swordsman built up a rhythm, finding the towers design repeated one another in a loop after three or four different blocks, easing process till the marred fighter in training came to a near gallop up the side of the indestructible tower. At this pace I'll make up faster then Goku, or Crono did! Yamcha told himself to help spur his body forward hoping to make it to Korin's by the end of the night. |
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| Semiazas | Apr 22 2009, 03:44 AM Post #6 |
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Emim was amazing at Yamcha's masochism. It seemed as though he was always punishing himself, trying to purge some inner darkness through pain. And so the raven haired human began the slow, and arduous climb up Korin's tower, Kami's lookout miles above. Under different circumstances the Nephilim would've joined him, perhaps even engaged in a friendly competition, but he was anxious to see Crono. It had been too long since they had last seen each other, and he hoped the the tension from the Crimson Fist conflict had faded. The giant alien took off at a brisk pace up into the tumbling sea of clouds. "See you at the top Yamcha!" he called down. He blasted past his friend's blue pet, and before long he had reached the summit. "Greetings Emim. It is good to see you again," the templar turned towards the familiar voice; Horn, Crono's short Namekian companion. Emim had taken a liking to him instantly, and was glad to see him here as well. "And you Horn. I suppose I shouldn't be surprised Crono knew I was coming," he said with brief smile. "He seems to always be on top of things. Where is he, pray tell?" The crimson haired human appeared in one of the grand archways of Kami's lookout. He walked to his fellow Knight of the Aeon, and placing his hand on the aquatic alien's massive shoulder greeted him, "Hello friend." Emim dropped to one knee, bowing his head before his captain, "Sir... we have not had a chance to speak since our battles with the Crimson Fist. I have spent many nights thinking of what transpired, and I see now why what I did was so horrific. Crono, I ask your pardon, and to be allowed to remain a Knight of the Aeon. And your friend." |
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| Roland | Apr 22 2009, 12:03 PM Post #7 |
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"If you do not mind the inquiry, what has brought you to Kami's palace?" A'grahl asked. "I came to seek enlightenment. Master Kami has always seemed to be so in tune with his soul and I have been in need of some soul searching of my own." Crono folded his arms. A cool breeze passed over the lookout and sent his blue cloak fluttering. "I've come mostly to seek answers," Crono said followed by an earnest smile. "But, Kami has the best training as well. I'm sure he can teach me a thing or too; as he always does." Mr. Popo returned to the gardens with a tray. He trotted along through the paths of trees, flowers, and monuments and set the tray down on a stone monolith. He poured some tea into the cups on the saucers and handed them to the guests. Crono took his calmly, and gave Popo a slight bow in respect. Mr. Popo turned and walked away, heading back to the temple. "Thank you friend," he said and blew on the steamy liquid before taking a short sip. Crono sat down on a stone bench and Horn trotted up. The little namekian's tea cup jingled and the liquid sloshed around. Crono saw the doom happening. Horn's foot clipped a cobble stone and he started to fall. With brilliant reflexes Crono reached out and snatched the bottom of the saucer as Horn face planted. Only a little bit of tea splashed out. Horn got up as he rubbed the side of his head. Crono gave him a half smile. "Careful Horn," he said and handed him the tea. Horn plopped down on the bench and drank some. He cringed from the heat. "Slowly," Crono said with the patience of an older brother. He had come to see himself that way with Horn. Crono felt a ki signature approaching and mused a half-smile. "It seems one of my allies--" he started to say and then felt another power further off--below. "Make that two of my allies are on their way here." Emim arrived on the landing and Crono pointed to him. Horn set down his tea cup and rushed off to greet the giant nephilim. Crono mused at the contrast of the two beings. Horn was barely up his knee. "Hello friend," Emim said and rested a hand on Crono' shoulder. "Sir... we have not had a chance to speak since our battles with the Crimson Fist. I have spent many nights thinking of what transpired, and I see now why what I did was so horrific. Crono, I ask your pardon, and to be allowed to remain a Knight of the Aeon. And your friend." Crono set his tea down and stood up. He smiled. "Do not worry of it, Emim. We all have much to learn. I should not have expected human sentimentality out of you. That was my fault. We shall explore this together in meditation and learn from each other." Crono paused. "Yamcha," he said feeling the ki of his friend so far below. "He climbs the tower." "It will be awhile before he makes it to the top," the voice of Mr. Popo cut in. "Come brothers, grab your tea, Kami has asked me to show you to your rooms." Crono grabbed his tea, took a sip, and followed Mr. Popo. |
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| Disgraced Yamcha | Apr 22 2009, 02:55 PM Post #8 |
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The day had been fairly uneventful in comparison to compressive training on kame island. Yamcha wheezed slightly, gazing down at the earth below as he clung to the thin marble tower. The earth seemed so quite from up high, the air was shrill and strung as it passed by, and the suns rays more powerful then ever. Several hours of climbing had left the humans hands pale and dusted with a fine powered that had formed in the crevasses and hand holes over the thousands of years of resolution against the elements. "This isn't looking so good.." Yamcha cursed his luck, as he compared the soft white clouds far above to the ominous water heavy ones that were soon heading his way. The southern winds force only confirmed the warriors fear that the storm would soon be upon him. Yamcha's body was already weary he hadn't the time to rest and with the emergence of the storm it looked like his ragged frame would have to face the biting wind and rain naked. The harsh wind thrashed the humans visage as he moved from one level of the tower to another, continuing his path with baggage and long tendrils of hair chaotically flowing in the wind. The moisture of the darkened clouds soon turned to rain, pelting the drunken swordsman's thick porcelain dermis as he struggled to reach his grizzled right hand to a place to hold tight. Pale eyes widened in fear as Yamcha felt his hand slip, or rather felt nothing at all. The tower had become slicked with the rain, causing his frame to scrape against the towers side. The dark haired warrior shot out his left hand towards the tower. With every failed attempt to grab onto the tower, it felt as if his digits were smashed or slapped away by hard stone mallets. Heart wrenching screams erupted from parted quivering lips, his fingers scratched into the stony hide of the tower causing his frame to stop abruptly from the 5 second drop. Yamcha flailed his arms wildly to climb back onto the tower, until he found a ledge to rest his back on. The world below was obscured by turbulent winds and dark, nightmarish clouds. The marred warrior traced his hand over his left shoulder, wincing in pain at the realization of what had occurred. Yamcha bit into his pouted rosen lips, and took in a controlled cool breath before slamming his shoulder against the tower to pop the damaged arm and socket back into place. "Ahhhh! fuck me!" Yamcha screamed as he tried to control his body from thrashing about wildly, and clung to the tower in the dark rain filled night. His only remaining option was to get to korin's which was still another hour or perhaps two away. With water heavy robes and baggage the pale skinned wolf made his way up, writhing in pain. |
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| A'grahl | Apr 22 2009, 11:35 PM Post #9 |
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A'grahl was beginning to get excited at the news of Crono's allies approaching. He was always eager to meet skilled fighters, and anyone strong enough to even reach Kami's palace obviously had skill enough to compete with him. Perhaps he would be able to spar with these individuals, as testing his combat prowess against anothers was something A'grahl loved. As he spoke with Crono, the small namekian rushed off to speak with another alien. The man was a race unknown to A'grahl, and he was again struck with a wave of curiosity. He spoke with a calm tone despite his build, being much taller than A'grahl. His skin was pale and covered in scales, revealing his aquatic nature. The questions would have to wait, however, as it would be rather rude to inquire such things when first meeting someone. As he prepared to introduce himself, Mr. Popo returned bearing small tea cups on an intricate silver platter. He lifted one of the cups from it's perch and sipped lightly on the tea. It was the tea he recently procured from the fellow Roshi was looking for, Higgins was his name. The aroma was subtle but the tea itself was rather potent, providing energy for hours due to the copious amounts of natural caffeine within the tea leaves. There was a trace hint of sugar as well, Korin must have gotten ahold of the tea before Popo served it. As Kami led them back towards the palace, A'grahl kept pace with Crono and Emim,"So you say you have an ally named Yamcha on his way? I believe I met somone by that name before. I ran into him while meditating a while back, and he bested me in a sparring match. If I am thinking of the same man, he is a formidable fighter and a valiant warrior." He turned his attention then to Emim,"By the way, my name is A'grahl. It is a pleasure to meet you." "There will be plenty of time to become familiar with Crono and his friends. We have much to discuss once Mr. Yamcha arrives," Kami said as they made their way into the large training room just inside his home,"For now we shall sit and talk." Kami rested on the ground with his legs crossed, laying his staff across his lap. A'grahl followed in a similar fashion, cluthing the staff Kami had given him recently. It was almost the same as Kami's, with slight variations and a slightly darker hue of brown. Kami tweaked his antannae and shifted his head a bit to the left with a smile. "Yamcha is nearly here, perhaps we wont wait too much longer," Kami said before smiling at Crono,"He has come quite far to ascend the tower so quickly." ---- Post 4 454 words |
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| Roland | Apr 23 2009, 10:44 AM Post #10 |
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Mr. Popo led Crono and Horn around a long corridor after taking a rather large flight of steps. Below the surface of the look-out Crono could see the darkening clouds below and sheets of rain falling. His mind touched Yamcha's briefly, as their telepathic link seemed to be growing. He sensed fear, frustration, and pain from his friend. As the nature of pure mental energies, he sent Yamcha some of his own soothing calm. Patience, Crono thought to Yamcha. Calm yourself. You will see that the rain is just another obstacle. To pass it you must first adapt to it. "What's wrong?" Horn asked and tugged on Crono's robe. Crono wondered if he picked up on the situation from him by intuition. He couldn't help the smile that creased his lips. The young namekian was learning very quickly. He wondered if one day he would be able to channel telepathic powers. Although, Crono himself was still a learner in the art. He could only send thoughts to select minds, those he had a connection with and had used his Gem of Telepathy with. "The rain brings Yamcha troubles in his climb," Crono said. "I was just reassuring him, that's all." "Yamcha can fly though?" Horn retorted. "True," Crono said. "But I believe our friend adheres to tradition more than anything. I had to climb the tower once myself. It is a daunting task for a young warrior just learning his strengths. Yamcha is far beyond the level I was when I did it, but I think he still feels the obligation." They arrived at their quarters and Mr.Popo produced a ring of keys. He slid them into the giant double doors and turned the key. Crono helped him open the giant doors into the suite they would be staying in. It was decorated of the ancient times. It had thick Persian rugs, ornate wooden tables and stands, and a large oaken king-sized bed with a veil over it. Crono turned to Mr. Popo and bowed. "Thank you." Mr. Popo smiled. "It is our honor, Crono. When you are ready Kami will be waiting for you in the temple's training room." "I won't be long," Crono said and sat down on the bed. Horn rushed over and dove onto the plush mattress. He bounced around a few moments before relaxing. Mr. Popo left and shut the double doors. Crono took a minute to absorb the room's beauty and then walked over to a large mahogany dresser in the corner. He slid open the drawer and gazed own at the garments inside. There were several blue martial arts guis embroidered with Kami's symbol inside. Crono found one that fit him and went behind the dressing curtain and changed his clothes. He stepped out and tied his black belt. The blue gui was lighter than his heavy robes and exposed much more of his muscular frame. He found a mirror and gazed at himself, tying his mop of spiky red hair back with a white headband. He slipped on black moccasins and headed for the door. "I am going for some training," he said to Horn. "You should explore a little bit. This place is huge and full of tons of interesting stuff." |
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| Roland | Apr 23 2009, 11:17 AM Post #11 |
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Crono trotted up the steps and his moccasins clapped against the hard marble. He gardens filled his vision and he saw that the thick hanging clouds below were clearing. Beams of sunlight danced through the trees and sparkled off of the polished stone. Through the blazing light he saw a figure emerge. Yamcha strode forth with his giant canvas bag in tow. His clothes were wet and dripping onto the stone below. Crono noticed that he seemed to have a triumphant look on his face. He walked over to his friend and rested a hand on his shoulder. "Good work," Crono said. "You have yet to yield to an challenge. I like that." Yamcha gave him a toothy grin. "Nah, I'm just a fool for doing things that hard way. Some might call me a num-skull." Crono heard audible purring behind Yamcha and the little blue shape shifter Puar landed on Yamcha's shoulder like a parrot. Crono's eyes widened. "Ah who do we have here?" "I'm Puar," she said. "You must be Crono-ono! Yamcha has told me a lot about you." "Come," Crono said and they began to walk through the gardens. "Mr. Popo has set up a suite for us. It's down the stairs six doors down. If you wanna head down there and change, I think Horn is taking a nap. I'm going to meet Kami now in the training room up in the temple over there. Catch up once you're all set." He jogged off, disappearing behind a row of trees. He ran up the large steps and into the training room. He saw A'grahl, Emim, and Kami all sitting in a semi-circle. "Yamcha is nearly here, perhaps we wont wait too much longer," Kami said before smiling at Crono."He has come quite far to ascend the tower so quickly." "He's getting changed I believe," Crono said. "He should be catching up shortly." "Good," Kami said. "Have a seat, Crono." Crono bowed in respect. "Yes, master." He sat down and folded his legs. The old Namekian dipped his head slightly and then closed his eyes relaxing his whole body. Crono felt almost a wave of peace and serenity hit him at once. The muscles in his body went limber and euphoria set in. "All living beings have ki," Kami said. "It flows through us and binds us with the world around us. From it we can perform miracles and achieve levels of power only rivaled by the gods of old. But we see this power as a tool, do we not?" There was no answer from the students. They listened, their eyes closed and minds connected. "What we do not realize, my students, is that the ki we use everyday is not a tool. It is our very essence of being. Even though we know this consciously, we do not know it subconsciously. True mastery comes when you are able to react with your ki as if it was your very body. I call this transcendence." |
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| A'grahl | Apr 25 2009, 01:30 AM Post #12 |
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A'grahl listened to Kami's words, absoorbing them into the depth of his subconscious. Reflecting back upon the statement made by his new master, A'grahl started to understand that he used his abilities more like a weapon than anything. His determination was his shield and his ki the sword to match, and he would wield them both in the hopes of defeating his foes. "How is it that we would go about studying this connection to our ki?" A'grahl inquired as his curiosity had peaked, hoping to improve his combat abilities further. "Well," Kami began as he ran one hand over the tip of his walking stick,"That is something you must see on your own. You must look inside yourselves, venture into the depths of your very souls. What ki really is lies within you, and nothing I could do or say will determine how you will find it." He spun on his heel gently, his robe swirling through the air behind him before coming to a gentle rest at his feet once more. Pullin back one of the large wooden window covers allowed an amber sunbeam to blanket the group sitting within the training room. The light was reflecting off of the ivory stone building. A single window would provide an adequate amount of light to illuminate the entire room up to the tip of the dome above them. "What I would like," Kami said as he motioned towards Yamcha and Crono,"Is for the two of you to come with me. There is something I have planned for you that will be one of the most intense trials you have yet to face." He turned to A'grahl and nodded,"As for you, A'grahl, Mr. Popo and Korin had something they wanted to ask of you. You should go see them as soon as possible and do not worry for your answers will be here when you return." After the group had been addressed Kami turned to Emim and set his cane down,"Emim, I want you to meditate on what ki means to you. Search within your past, focus on the battles and training with your allies. Find what it is that you must do to command your energy to do your bidding. It is a fundemental part of your soul and without this level of understanding you are but a ronin, a wanderer with no purpose." Kami, with a gentle swipe of his hand, directed Crono and Yamcha to follow him further into his temple. Meanwhile, A'grahl made his way to where Mr. Popo had gone, hoping to further understand what was needed of him. ----- Post 5 428 words Temporarily Leaving Saga |
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| Urido Tysui | Apr 26 2009, 03:10 PM Post #13 |
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It wasnt very long later that the Sayian Urido landed softly on the deck of Kamis look out the Sayians armor was soiled with dirt and sweat from his recent, fighting, and his temper flared as he begun to speak. I demand to see Kami, the great master and protector of earth, he has called on me and I in turn call on him. The Sayian roared with anger in his voice. Goa the monk grabbed his friend as they landed and attempted to calm him with soothing thoughts and calming feelings flooding the mind link the two were beginning to forge. Careful my friend we do not wish to alarm or offend. The monk said Suddenly the great and mysterious Mr. Popo suddenly appeared smiling as almost always he stopped the Sayian and his ally. You two have done well dont worry about the trails behind you, those demonic warriors were a test which you passed now before your next set of tests you both must rest fallow me to your quarters after you change into less armored clothing you may join Crono and the others. Mister Popo said. The Sayian and the monk followed the acolite to their rooms, the Sayian showered and changed before meeting the monk back on the stairs and making their way down to the group who were listening to the great kami speak. Urido greeted his teammates with a hail. hey you guys.. said Urido. The Sayian swords man stood in a white gui with bare feet and the honoo kira on his back. He smiled at the others as the wind blew his hair around. He looked less older and more like his some 15 years of age, even with the small scars that peeked out from under his gui and the tight rippling muscular structure that wouldnt exist well on a human his age , it was his eyes that gave him away, at least when he was at peace witch was a great rarity for him, this was one of those moments . |
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| Disgraced Yamcha | Apr 28 2009, 08:48 AM Post #14 |
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Yamcha and his mentor, Crono the timeless hero followed the guardian of earth down a quiet and shaded corridor. The walls and pillars were white and stung both of the humans eyes with the intense purity of the material. The marred warrior felt better after changing from his soaked garb into his dryer, albeit heavier paladins vestments. "Again, kami... This place is really beautiful and all but what exactly are you going to have us do?" Yamcha chirped. The elder had sparked his curiosity, One of Yamcha's more noble and foolish qualities. The dark haired human waited a moment as they continued walked down the tiled path, he didn't want to seem rude but his mind started to race at the prospects of serious training. Yamcha mind raced from 0 to 60 so quickly he forgot all about the previous days events, dealing with the media and human government. It was quite the burden to carry, but was happy to carry it if it meant saving lives. ' I just want to get a little more training it...this all feels so chaotic, how can I save all these lives if i can control....him ' Yamcha bit his lip in disgust before feeling Crono's hand against his shoulder, urging him to relax. "Ah....here we are, to answer your question my students this is...." Kami paused as the three turned, facing the center of the corridor opened to the center of the lookouts palace. Yamcha squinted carefully, examining the stone flooring and polished wooden door. The grizzled swordsman hefted his heavy canvas bag and continued to follow behind his masters echoing foot steps. "The room of spirit and time!" Kami announced the location dramatically causing a bead of sweat to roll down the crimson haired swordsman's brow. "What does it do exactly master?" Yamcha whispered, he could feel a ominous, almost electric void of energy around the domed building. Kami cleared his elderly namekian throat, holding his wooden staff between the human fighters and the large wooden entry way. "This is a hyperbolic time chamber... I think the two if you will benefit the most form this training, but it is harsh. More extreme then any other training on earth. While training inside of this room..." Crono interjected, having already foreseen what room held for the both of them, and the lessons to be learned. "But your not going to tell us?" The crimson haired warrior had already picked up on Kami's lesson plan and waited for the rest. "There is only one rule. You must not stay any longer the one year or you will be trapped. For all time." Yamcha stumbled backwards, his hands running across the scars adorning his grizzled cheeks. 'One year!?' |
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| Roland | Apr 28 2009, 02:01 PM Post #15 |
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The door slammed shut. Crono gazed off into the endless white. The sky and floor of the Room of Spirit and Time were joined as one and without the sense of horizon Crono felt himself nausea. The only point in space or time that he could use as a bearing was the little hut behind him. It had the workings of a home, a kitchen, beds, shelves of books and reading materials. He had a large bag slung over his shoulder and he set it down on the floor. The floor--if you could even call it a floor. To Crono it felt like he was setting his bag down on mist. It was something not corporeal. It didn't feel solid ground when he walked. It felt almost the same as bukujutsu except that he didn't have to project any ki. It was almost as if the layer beneath his feet itself was repulsing him to keep him afloat. The temperature was another sensation entirely. A cool breeze passed over him followed by one blazing hot. The air currents inside the room seemed to come, randomly, from any direction. The smell was also unique. It was sterile and without the trappings of everyday life. It was almost like breathing the recycled air on a space ship, but without that little scent twinge that the carbon scrubbers gave it. He sensed Yamcha approaching behind him. The black maned warrior had an inquisitive look on his face and rested his talon like hands on his hips. He gazed out into the nothingness as Crono did. Crono let out a sigh. "So," he muttered. "We have an entire year, in one day. My mind is still trying to wrap itself around that thought. That's a lot of time for us to train, study, and learn." Yamcha balled his fist. Crono noticed the look of anticipation in his eyes. Yamcha loved to train; as did he. But there was always something so primal in his friends face and eyes when he fought. It was in a way, a certain, joy. "Kami said that we can truly go all out here. That we can't hurt or maim anyone. We can truly test the limits of our powers," Crono said. Crono turned on heel and faced his friend. "I will show you my true power Yamcha!" He began to draw out his ki, the energy within him expanding out so fast and so violently that his muscles bugled . His aura crackled to life, in a tower of white light, and blazed like a newly lit flame. He charged for a long moment, his body hunched over and his muscles tensing completely. He saw Yamcha sliding back from the sheer output and the massive winds he was generating with the displacement of air with energy. After he was full power, he stopped, a sweat droplet rolled down the side of his face. He let out a sigh and relaxed. He felt his body still shaking slightly at the euphoria of being at its maximum. He normally suppressed his ki so much that his physical being was often deprived of its earned power. Now it was whole. "It always feels good to be truly yourself," he said clenching and relaxing his hand. |
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| Disgraced Yamcha | Apr 28 2009, 10:55 PM Post #16 |
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Yamcha stepped backwards a bit, his heart was fear stricken by Crono's unbridled power. For a moment the marred warrior was locked in place, taking the sight of his master, all serene and powerful. Yamcha snapped a mental picture and bit his pouted rosen underlip with pointed canines. For a moment he was truly happy, for his mentor, for he was completely at peace with himself and the universe around him, and it forced a smile to the ebony tendriled warriors face. A quiet laughter broke Yamcha's train of thought, and his intent gaze shifted from side to side until he recognized the source. The dark haired human picked up his duffel bag that lay at his feet ,tossing it over his shoulders to a neatly made bed on the platforms living area. The heavy canvas bag landed with a heavy thud. Yamcha looked out into horizon-less expanse, stretching his brawny arms above his head as he walked into the emptiness. The temperature was fickle shifting from a slight chill to the warmth of a sunny day in mere seconds. "I don't want to waste anytime...I've set my goal." Yamcha looked back at the crimson haired swordsman and mentor, who now stood behind him examining the sterile environment. He turned his head, brushing back his the ebon tendrils to clear his narrowing gaze. 'Master...Your so strong, You control everything about you. You have the power to fight against the evil of this universe... and I-I can't. I need t-that same power. Where is my strength!?' A shiver of jealousy shanked the warrior in his gut, forcing his visage to gnarl and root himself in place. Small streams of tears started down his supple scarred cheeks. "I want..." his voice quivered as beads of sweat started to roll down his wrinkled brow. He gritted his teeth till the noise pierced into his mind where the sickening cynical laughter of his innermost demon tormented him. for a moment the fighter became lost in his own subconscious once again the surreal but physical landscape of opal melted into a sea of black where only the two hovering eyes of the great black worg could see him. 'You think your ready? You still seem pretty pathetic to me' The ethereal black wolf towered overhead in the landscape of his twisted mind, bringing it's gaping maw against the back of the white clad swordsman's neck. He could taste and feel the warm,stagnate breath that funneled out from the cavern of saliva slicked fangs. 'You know theres only one way for to continue any further forward' The demon wolf Sento licked the back of the humans neck and cackled menacingly, leaving Yamcha to stand in the endless darkness with only the glowing red eyes of his innermost evil behind him. |
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| Roland | Apr 29 2009, 12:29 PM Post #17 |
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"The demon," Crono said. His face turned grim as he saw the sheer turmoil on Yamcha's face. The black-haired fighter looked as if he was having some kind of inner monologue with the beast that shredded his heart and gave him the sorrowful expression Crono often seen dance across his face. "It torments you often." "You will never be able to rest easy, you will never be able to feel happiness and love because it will steal those emotions way from you," Crono said. "It feeds Yamcha. I see it. I've studied your ki and I can see it changing and making a play on your emotions quite often. It works subtle most times; in times like these it is more outwardly aggressive." Crono took a few steps forward. He sealed his hands behind his back. He walked around Yamcha and stopped at his flank. "Yamcha, I have hate, I have sorrow, I have rage, and I have frustration. These things are inside of me; the same as they are inside of you. They are not avoided and they can't be ignored. Emotions are what make humans; and all sentient beings, who we are. You can't run from those emotions anymore. Do you know what makes a person good?" Crono paused and let Yamcha mull it over. It was a rhetorical question; but he at least wanted him to internally formulate an answer. "A good person is not by any means without negativity. That is a common mistake. In fact, good people suffer the same emotions as bad people. It is just how they are able to handle them and deal with them. You must learn to control your emotion. If you can do that, the Demon Wolf Sento will be powerless against you. He will be just a husk upon your soul, one crying out for control, like a little child--so helpless and weak. It is your raging passions and channeled sorrows that give him his power." Crono walked across the endless white back toward the station behind him. He stepped onto the cobble steps, and felt at ease to finally have the feeling like he was on real ground. He looked back, to see Yamcha still in thought. "Come Yamcha," Crono siad. "Let's drink some tea and I will show you exercises Guru of Namek taught me on how to quell fear, anger, and hatred." He made his way into the kitchen area and grabbed a bronze kettle from the shelf. He next filled it up with water and set it on the cast iron stove Kami had left inside of the room. He grabbed some logs and set them inside of the stove and and proceeded to ignite the fire with some tinder. After a few seconds the heated air expanded and pressed against the metal surface and slowly began to heat it up. There was practically a warehouse of foodstuffs in the Room and Crono doubted they would ever come near to running out. There was enough food in the little attic that he imagined it could feed a small population for many years. He popped open the attic door and climbed up the ladder inside. He walked down the long rows of shelves until he found a tea kit. He brushed some dust off of the wooden box and descended. When he arrived the water was heating up. He popped the top and sorted through the teas. There were so many kinds in the box that he wasn't sure exactly what to pick. It was then his eye caught it. He lifted up a little jar and his eyes scanned over it to be sure. He turned to Yamcha who was just coming inside. "This tea," Crono said. "Grows on Namek. It is called Uzbon Leaf. It's very rare on the world. You see Namek was a world that was once lush and beautiful like our Earth. A violent storm wrought the planet barren and cool. Now it only has sparse shrubbery. But, in the Yaggelo Mountains this herb still grows. Guru has told me of its healing properties. I have drank it before and might I say it is one word: exhilarating." It only took Crono a few more minutes to finish preparing the tea. He grabbed some saucers and cups and walked over. He sat down at the table and poured Yamcha some. He then poured himself some. "Drink, my brother," he said. "We will rid you of this darkness." |
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| A'grahl | Apr 29 2009, 09:41 PM Post #18 |
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A'grahl had finally finished his training with Kami, returning to the training room to meet back up with Emim and wait for Crono and Yamcha to finish in the Hyperbolic Time Chamber. Rounding the corner from the nearby hall, A'grahl was met by the sight of Emim and another person whom he had yet to meet. A tall young man with a white gui and sword stood in the training room, a few exposed scars peeking out from beneath the traditional training gear. "Hello emim," A'grahl said with a quick bow, turning to speak with the swordsman in the white gui, "Hello sir, my name is A'grahl. I have come to train with Master Kami and learn more about the mysetious art of ki and it's manipulation. Wait-" I think I may...hmm....yes I do. I recognize this man. From where though? AH! He is the man I sparred with the other day, in the forrest outside of Kami's lookout, Though A'grahl as he scanned Urido for a quick moment, his scouter blinking repeatedly. "I believe we have met before. In the forest nearby, we engaged in a bit of friendly combat if I am not mistaken? Urido, yes?" A'grahl inquired as he walked into the center of the training room. "It seems that Crono and Yamcha are still off with Master Kami. Perhaps you would like to spar with me again, Sir Urido?" A'grahl asked as he started stretching his limbs, preparing in case the swordsman decided to make his move on him or not,"Actually, perhaps I could spar both of you. What say you Emim, would you like to spar with us?" After a few short stretches A'grahl rose to his feet again, removing his scouter and setting it down with his non-essential weighted clothing. Once the pile of clothes had all settled with a loud thud, A'grahl settled into a Horse stance and waited to see if Urido or Emim would accept his challenge, and if not he could always perfect his new kata while waiting. ------ Post 6 333 words |
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| Disgraced Yamcha | Apr 29 2009, 10:57 PM Post #19 |
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Yamcha took a sip of the tea. The hot liquid ran down his damaged throat, scorching the interior wounds as it wound traveled its way into his stomach, heating the very core of his being. He took a deep breath of air, which seemed cooler by association and it mixed evenly with the warming emissions of the humans body. Calloused porcelain fingers went to Yamcha's pointed mug as he traced along the hardened scars across his eye and cheek. The wounds glowed hot, as if blood was still seeping from them. The intense burning caused the aging swordsman to think to his past, of how the wounds came to be and how to demon came to nest in his heart. "Perhaps it is time I've made my peace..." The dark paladin cleared his throaty voice as he sat up from the table. He couldn't bare to look his red haired companion in the eye any longer. A soft smile broke from the chiseled stone grimace of Yamcha's face. A fine wisp of heated breath slipped from parted rosen lips in the form of a cloud. 'I' guess its time to find out...' He started back to the bedroom area, weaving through the heavily stocked pantry to reach into the rough canvas bag that he had tossed onto one of the beds. "I'll be gone a few days..." Yamcha stated, grasping a thin metallic device, tossing it overhead for his master to catch. "You'll find the information interesting. Please...don't follow me." The dark maned man headed back into the pantry, hefting his canvas bag over his shoulder to grab onto one of the large lidded pots full of food stuffs before stashing it inside the bag. Yamcha gave a sigh, pulling his wild head of hair behind his face with his free hand before trudging off into the horizonless expanse. |
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| Roland | Apr 30 2009, 05:16 PM Post #20 |
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Six Scimitar Starfighters in arrow formation glided through the void. The blue shine of their drive glows made them appear as shimmering stars of light that collectively grew larger as they neared. Crono was gazing out the canopy bubble at them. He sat in confined cockpit of a Juny Defender, strapped in with a snug harness. On his body he had a full vacuum suit and he wore a angular helmet with a polarized face shield. He glanced down at his status displays and checked his sensors. He noticed that the three other Juny's in his squadron were still retraining their diamond formation. Crono's Defender with its superior shielding, weaponry, and durability was in the lead. The close formaiton allowed their energy shields to overlap and offered a greater protection than a loose formation would. But the close diamond had its limitations and wasn't always the best attack formation; as the followers couldn't bring their cannons to bear without shooting at Crono's tail. The red-haired warrior had little time to make his decision. His mission had been a simple recon-run. He wasn't supposed to engage the enemy. But they were bearing down on him and his whole squadron was in danger. He thumbed the communications display and opened up an encrypted channel with his base ship. "Wyrmkiller Actual, this is Aeon One. I have six bandits inbound. Permission to engage?" Crono asked. A fuzzy voice replied. "Roger that Aeon one. This is Wrymkiller Actual, permission granted. You may engage at will." Crono switched over to his squadron's frequency. "Aeon Two, you're on me. Aeon Three and Four you two will lead the weave. We need to get them bunched up. We wanna shoot fish in a barrel." His squad mates each acknowledged. They broke formation, Crono and his wingman trailing off. The Six Scimitars pulled hard up and then spiraled out of their arrowhead. It was a controlled chaos meant to confused and disrupt Crono's squad. The weave was started though and Aeon Three and Four came in from the side, their four laser cannons firing rapid beams of green energy. The laser blasts splashed off of a few of the Scimitar's shields. Essentially the lure of the weave had worked. Crono and his wingman rode it to the top of the spiral and plunged down into it. The weave was complete when Aeon Three and Four broke through the otherside, scrambling the Scimitars to turn hard and pursue. Crono thumbed his missiles hot. He waited for the target lock and pressed down the trigger. "Fox one!" Crono shouted as he saw two missiles streak away from his Defender leaving white contrails in the blackness of space. The first missile collided with a Scimitar that cut in front of him and his wingman followed up with a burst of lasers. The craft split apart into a fiery plume, careened hard and slammed into another. Crono mopped them up with a few laser bolts. He saw his other missile fly out of the spiral and off into nothingness. Suddenly, Crono saw a Scimitar banking hard on his starboard side. He grunted and yanked his control yoke. His Defender shot up, dodging the Scimitar but he saw it turn and face his wingman, who was diving to get out of the way. The Scimitar's six laser cannons fired in concert, sending a volley of blasts that in a single flash cut away his wingman's shield. |
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| Roland | Apr 30 2009, 05:24 PM Post #21 |
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"No!" Crono cried. The Scimitar fired a second volley and suddenly his wingman was reduced to space dust. Crono yanked the VR helmet off of his head and stood up, out of the chair, in a cold sweat. He let out a sigh and then slumped back down. His heart still banged like a drum in his chest and he gazed off into the white abyss of the Room of Spirit and Time. For a few months he had been working in the VR Simulator that the Avalanians had provided him and Yamcha for training. So far he'd learned an immense amount of information about being a Starfighter pilot. But in the past few simulations he had lost a man. It bothered him. Despite his great knowledge he was still failing to be flawless. "I still have much to learn," Crono said. He got back up and walked over to the counter. He yanked the tap and cool water spilled out into the sink. He filled a glass and guzzled it down. The temperature of the room was constantly changing and it felt as if was a 90 degree day on Earth. He had been very thirsty. Crono couldn't help but feel lonely. Even though on the outside it had only been a few hours, for him it had been about 3 months. He missed Horn, and the Aeon Knights. He even missed Yamcha who had disappeared into the endless white after their entrance into the room. The Aeon Wolf was going about his own transformation out there; and needed his space. "Maybe," Crono said to himself. "I'll take a bath." It only took a few minutes to fill up the tub. Crono eased his naked frame into the luke warm water. He exhaled and relaxed as the water washed over him. The tension and soreness in his muscles flowed out of him in a wave. He closed his eyes. For the longest time he sat in the tub, drifting in and out of a dream scape. It was then suddenly he saw the face of his Master appear before him in his mind's eye. It was so detailed and real that he felt baffled. He could see the haggard wrinkles, the white eyebrows and top-knot of silver hair. He saw the grim expression and stubbly beard of the man that had given him so much knowledge, so much pain, and so much love. You cannot save everyone, the hardened voice said. No, in war teamwork is vital. But you must understand that each man must be given a chance to do his part. If he dies, than he dies with honor. If you try to keep every man alive you will only wind up dead yourself. Go forth my student and prove to them the kind of valor comes with those who have the skill to survive. Crono's eyes flashed open and looked at his hand which he brought up out of the gray water. His fingers were heavily pruned. He had been asleep for quite sometime. Had that piece of insight come from himself? Or had he been visited. It didn't matter. He smiled; it had been his Master Vaelre. |
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| Disgraced Yamcha | Apr 30 2009, 07:24 PM Post #22 |
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It was impossible to sleep half the time. It stung his eyes, that great white expanse even pierced his eyelids during his sleep, and lit up the warriors dreams. That endless sea of nothingness was empty and alone and.... filled with everything he had ever known. The endless depths of the room of spirit and time seemed to be filled with something greater, with such pressure it pressed a unrelenting pressure onto ever extremity, squeezed every tendon and bone till it ached and pleaded to break. "Not yet!" Yamcha grunted, sweat dribbling down his grizzled face. "Don't break on me now!" the dark haired warrior yelled as his limbs began to wobble and shake beneath his weight and force of his attacking double. Again and again, his doubles demonic figure wailed restlessly with punches and claw like fists that seemed to bend around defenses. One shadow obscured paw slipped from between the man's tight forearms and dug in deep into his gut, slicing it open with ki infused claws. The marred man stumbled backwards, first trying to whip the sweat from his eyes. Blood spurted from the open wounds, dirtying the opal flooring with the crimson and dirty liquid. "No more..." Yamcha panted, hunching over as he grabbed at his own gut. His double cackled smugly,licking its lips as it stepped forward. The double traced his pointed fingers over it's borrowed frame, stepping closer to the human to reveal its demonic features on the twisted fun house version of his own body. "Your giving up? Looks like the body is mine then...now you get to be the pathetic clone" The demon wolf Sento threw his head backwards, cackling into the the air. he raised his darkened arms into the air triumphantly. The very sight of the gesture made Yamcha's blood begin to boil in his veins, forcing his body twitch uncontrollably. Tooth pierced lip as the human bit into his own flesh with a sickening crunch, every muscle on his frame throbbed with pain. |
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| Disgraced Yamcha | Apr 30 2009, 07:28 PM Post #23 |
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"No more..." Yamcha panted, as blood trickled from his rosen damaged lips down his gaunt throat. "No more Demon!" The humans body spasmed causing then entirety of his visage to jerk forward. The dark haired swordsman had spent almost his entire life, running and hiding from his inner demons. Washing the problems away with the daily tide of spirits and alcohol. 'That laughter..' It twisted grimace across the humans face as thoughts of the past evoked more rage. Yamcha gritted his blood soaked teeth as something deep with in his subconscious awakened, followed by simple crisp snap. "Well you had a good run boy, too bad...Now I can usher in a entirely new era! Thanks!" Sento cackled, saliva pouring from his maw as he sent a kick at the gnarled humans neck in time with a sudden explosion of energy. The energy crackled and hissed as it enveloped the mutilated and marred frame of the human, causing every muscle to throb and awaken. The energy unlocked became blinding and enough force disintegrate what was left of the humans shredded vestments. He stood erect, pupils white and unseen on the twisted face that seemed to be carved from a fine white material. He took in a deep breath and let out a bellowous roar. He stepped forward at such break neck speed that the now hulking frame seemed to blur in and out of reality. "No more...talking, NO MORE RUNNING!" Yamcha spat, literally, his thick darkened spattering against the demons mirrored image before sending his stone like fist forward instantaneously, throttling the demon by the neck. He didn't blink. His expression never changed, even as the demon Sento writhed in pain as his figure was lifted into the air. The demon began to beg, as he could no longer see the fear and terror in the humans eyes. "You can't kill me boy" Sento began to choke, his human form beginning to blurr into that of a wolf. "If you kill me, I'll take you with me!" The grip around the demons windpipe loosened and he smiled a bit. The dark worg was about to speak when cut of by the super human booming throaty voice. "Who said anything about killing you!?"Yamcha snarled, his lips twisting into fiendish smile. The dark haired warrior squeezed the demons throat while driving the obsidian demon into the ground below, choke slamming the beat into submission. He awoke, sweat dribbling down his forehead. The harsh endless landscape had turned biting cold during his slumber. It was impossible to sleep half the time. It stung his eyes, that great white expanse even pierced his eyelids during sleep, and lit up the warriors dreams. That endless sea of nothingness was empty and alone and.... filled with everything he had ever known. The endless depths of the room of spirit and time seemed to be filled with something greater, with such pressure it pressed a unrelenting pressure onto ever extremity, squeezed every tendon and bone till it ached and pleaded to break. Yamcha looked down at his gut and sighed, exaggeratedly groaning as he motioned to pack his things away. "Life's just a dream..." |
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| Roland | May 1 2009, 04:17 PM Post #24 |
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Crono and Yamcha stood opposite each other. Sweat beads rolled down each of their faces and they gasped for air. The rising heat in the room had pushed the temperature well over one hundred degrees and it was so dry and hot that each time they inhaled their lungs burned. Their training had intensified over the past few days and already they had been sparring for over six hours. Exhaustion set into their faces with hardened lines, scuffs, and shaking muscles. Yamcha stood in a wide stance, his claws brought up in front of him in his Wolf Stance. Crono had a broad stance, with his right arm draw across his chest and his left up higher next to his cheek bone. Although not visible, because of his tunic, the red-haired warrior's chest was littered with pock marks and bruises. He felt as if he wanted to tumble over; but he remained upright and steadfast. He pushed pain to a different part of his mind. It wasn't important anyhow. "Are you sure?" Yamcha asked earnestly. He could sense Crono's pain. "Yes I want to learn to defend against it," Crono replied. "Let's go one more time." Yamcha frowned. "Sure, boss." In a flash of pseudomotion Yamcha was gone. He reappeared in front of Crono, in a blur, and then began to move his hands in a rapid attack. The Aeon Wolf's claws dug into Crono's forearm as he bought them up to block. "Wolf Fang Fist!" The flurry of strikes was so fast and so powerful that Crono didn't even have time to think. He reacted, sweeping his arms up in solid blocks, and slamming them down in windmill form to break Yamcha's attack up. But the attacks sped up and Yamcha's fingers sunk into his flesh. Crono grimaced, holding back a scream. It was then Yamcha went for the final strike. "Kinjitsu No Ken!" Yamcha shouted. Crono's eyes widened as his friend erupted into a fiery storm of ki. His already fast movements doubled so that Crono eventually couldn't see the strike he knew was coming at him. He closed his eyes and focused his intentions on sensing the coming danger. But before he could react it was already over. Yamcha's precise strikes bombarded him and Crono mustered only a muffled breathless growl. Yamcha held back the final attack though, his fingers pausing right before Crono's heart. The red-haired warrior collapsed on the ground. He slid himself up onto his knees and watched as his sweat droplets fell onto the white misty ground below him. He coughed up blood that splattered and spread out into a crimson pool. He stood up. "Ok," he said. "I think we ought to take a short breather and try another exercise." He cracked a grin. "That move, Yamcha, is very powerful. I'm unsure if even I can stop it." |
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| Roland | May 1 2009, 04:24 PM Post #25 |
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Yamcha walked over to his canvas bag and pulled out a large water jug. He popped the cork and guzzled some. The water rushed down over his face and spilled onto his tunic. He offered the jug to Crono. After standing up, Crono took the jug. He spat out some of the blood still in his mouth and gulped the cool liquid down. Crono reached into the bag where he had stored his katana for their training sessions out in the white. He unsheathed the blade and held it up. "I learned a game once from my former Master Vaelre. It is an old game that some roughnecks and pirates used to play, but it can also be a valuable training exercise into ki control." He gathered himself, his body still shook with pain. "I will throw the blade at you and you will repulse it, only using a minor amount of ki to send it back to me. Then I will repulse it with a greater amount of ki. Never enough to form a blast but just enough to launch it. It will gradually get faster and faster, testing our reflexes. If it gets too fast and we can't react, it could be potentially dangerous." Yamcha grinned. "Now, Red, that's the kind of training I like." "Excellent," Crono said. "Let us begin." He hovered back several meters and stopped. He brought the blade up, like he was winding up a baseball pitch, and then threw it at Yamcha. The blade whistled through the air and Yamcha snapped his hand up firing a ki repulse. The blade quivered in the air before tumbling back at Crono at an even faster speed. Crono replied by a push of his own. For ten minutes the continued. Eventually backing up to gain distance to allow for greater speed. It was a deadly game of bladed ping pong as the two warriors, fought to stay concentrated and move as fast as they could, even in their tired injured state. The blade whizzed at Crono and he grinned. He pushed it twice as hard as before and it vanished into a blur as it flew back at Yamcha. The ebon-maned fighter let out a howl as his left shoulder was slashed by it. The blade continued on behind him; Yamcha wasn't out of the game. He speed teleported in front of it and nailed it with a violent push. Crono felt a sharp pain as his right thigh was shredded. He almost fell over. After regaining himself he did three back flips and launched the sword again. Twenty minutes later Crono finally caught it the handle of the sword to stop the game. The two warriors limped their way back toward the way station. Their blood littered the pure white floor with each step. "I'm glad Kami gave us some of Korrin's sensu beans," Crono said. "I need a nap," Yamcha muttered. "Maybe a liter of sake." "I second you on that one," Crono said clutching the wounds on his arms. |
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