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| Topic Started: May 4 2009, 10:30 PM (168 Views) | |
| Old Rin | May 4 2009, 10:30 PM Post #1 |
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| Old Rin | May 4 2009, 10:32 PM Post #2 |
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Alphonse walked through the small urban village, glancing left and right. The small huts loomed over the busy villagers all eager to being their work and to put food in their mouths. Alphonse strolled around the village absorbing every bit of the life here. There were men and women doing harsh labor, as the summer sun cast a source of heat onto them. They were all darkly tanned even the children had a darker tan then Alphonse did. Some of them even worked beside their parent helping them with their farming. Alphonse came to a stop as he reached his destination, he had heard during his travels of this village’s highly potential Dojo master who had not lost a fight before. He was highly gifted in martial arts and in sword’s play. The giant Pagoda cast a frightening shadow over Alphonse, who made an expression of distaste towards the building and walked through to the other side. Inside the Dojo was elegant style’s of calligraphy and poems. The furnishing inside was the highest quality of fabric. Even the floor was spotless clean made of yew wood that gleamed in the light of the lamps that were casting a peaceful mood throughout the Pagoda. Alphonse was so attracted to his surroundings that he didn’t even notice the young man walking towards him. “Sir, excuse me but the Dojo isn’t opened right now,” stated the young man. Alphonse’s eyes diverted from the scrolls towards the speaker. He carefully examined the young man, noticing that he was much less tanner then the other villagers out there. He was also fairly rounded and his face emitted a look of sadness. “I’m here to see your Dojo master,” notified Alphonse. The words Dojo master seemed to have an effect on the young man as his mood dropped and he looked towards the ground. His hair blocked his eyes and he said slowly, “Our Dojo master is dead.” The words stunned Alphonse who was looking forward on fighting the Dojo master. “Dead but how?” The question rang inside Alphonse’s mind. The Dojo master had never been beaten in his life and now he’s dead? Alphonse finally snapped back to reality and questioned the young man about his master’s death. The youth gulped down tears and began relating the story to Alphonse. |
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| Old Rin | May 4 2009, 10:35 PM Post #3 |
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“I was there at the time and couldn’t do anything but watch. It was a while back; our master was going through the town again demanding money from the people there. It was the monthly routine. But this time a strange man was passing by and while our master was collecting his cash the man in a flash sent our master flying towards the side of the house. He was gravely wounded and was gushing out blood, and then he raised his hand and shot something yellow out of it and just like that our master disappeared into nothing. I don’t know what happened next, for I was running as fast as I could back to the Dojo to warn the others about what had happened.” The young man couldn’t contain it anymore and had a break down. He collapsed onto the ground and cried for his dead teacher. Alphonse looked him in disgust and walked off. It was time to do a little researching about the killer. Alphonse again returned back into the sunlight and the village. The villagers were still busy up doing their work. Others plotted themselves on a shady spot and began to wipe away the beads sweat and relax for a little while before returning to their tough and brutal work. Alphonse decided finally that there was nothing else here for him and began his walk to the next village. But just then as he passed a couple of old folks he heard the words of “Akuma” and “Dojo Master.” Alphonse quickly glanced towards his left seeing a short elderly man and what seemed like his wife, that both were sitting on the wooden steps leading towards a grocery shop. “Yes, I saw him with my own eyes,” claimed the elderly man. “Really, heading towards the village of Shamballa! He’ll be in a lot of trouble since the town there had already been notified about his arrival,” replied his wife. “I heard that some of the citizens there are planning a revolt, they have it harder then we do. And with the Akuma coming there will be nothing stopping them.” Alphonse heard what he needed and set his new trail to the village of Shamballa. His silky blue hair flapped around on his back as he reached the outskirt of the town. The sun was setting into the high snow-capped mountains and the gray clouds from the north were rumbling loudly and slowly advancing towards the village. Alphonse murmured under his breath, “A storm is coming.” |
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| Old Rin | May 5 2009, 07:34 AM Post #4 |
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Drip… The birds didn’t chirp as night fell upon the ancient forest. The day walkers humbly slept as the nightwalkers creep out into the dark. Owls hoot and bushes rustle from preys being devoured. Drip… Alphonse continued his walk through the woods. He enjoyed the peacefulness and quietness of the night. This is where it calmed and smoothed his mind. He pushed past the branches and finally was at the first outpost of the town, Shamballa. Drip… The terrain changed dramatically from the forest to the sudden lifeless pull of the debris filled grounds. No grass or plants grew there, well not anymore. The once tall and proud outposts fell on the ground like heaps of useless trash. Drip…Drip… And finally what terrified Alphonse the most was in the middle of the field was the bodies of the dead all heaped up together to form some sort of pyramid. Alphonse walked closer to the massacre of bodies and on each of them was marked a symbol that was completely alien to Alphonse. He sighed and began walking away and returning to the task at hand. “Akuma what a fitting name.” The sun shone slightly through the tall shady tree, as dawn approached. It was a cool and gray atmosphere. The birds rustled in the trees avoiding another night of danger as it began its friendly chirping noises. Alphonse’s eyes flickered open as a slow and gentle breeze blew a piece of paper towards him. He snatched the paper from instincts while half asleep and examined it with half opened eyes. It said, WANTED Dead or Alive (Picture) 400 Zeni WANTED Dead or Alive After carefully examining the picture another breeze picked up and Alphonse let go of the paper, letting it flow into the breeze and carry it away. Alphonse stood up from his sleep position; leaning his back on a tree. The sun shone completely from the blind spots of the leaves and cast a friendlier mood upon the forest. Alphonse got up and continued his walk towards the village of Shamballa. “Only a few more days” |
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| Old Rin | May 5 2009, 07:35 AM Post #5 |
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The next few days were a treacherous journey, as the forest became denser and everyday it seemed like night as no sunlight could penetrate through the immensely clouded trees. Finally on the fourth day of the journey through the woods, Alphonse finally cleared it and arrived at the outskirts of town. A smoky trailed glowed and shimmered above the town, and the rubbing of swords together and shouts could be heard even from here. Alphonse nonchalantly walked towards the direction of the village. Just as he was walking along the road leading towards the village, dirt flew up in the air right in front of Alphonse as a small trapdoor opened underneath it. Two men arouse from the trap door, one was in his teens and the other seems to be a middle-aged man. They were both dressed in white dojo uniform with their village crest labeled onto the side of their shoulders. “Master, you have to get out of here, he’ll find you and kill you,” said the boy in a panic. “Ah, you forgot the money!” complained the boy’s master. “But Master money is not the main objective here, the others are risking their lives right now being in the Dojo trying to by us enough time for you to make a swift escape,” replied the boy. “No, Sanja go back and get the money. Remember what I’ve taught you, I treated you as my own. Now go back there and get my money, or I’m not leaving,” said the master. The boy that was called Sanja made a expression of protesting but then seeing his master’s face, just head back down the trap door and shut it behind him. The master grinned and got up and turned around to see Alphonse staring at him. “You’re an ignorant, self-centered fool, you just sent that boy to his death,” scolded Alphonse as he lifted up the trap door and jumped into the hole. |
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| Old Rin | May 5 2009, 06:07 PM Post #6 |
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Alphonse’s fall continued on for a while in pitch black. Only velocity of the fall ringed in Alphonse’s ears. Finally a small light could be seen, it flickered and wavered in the shadows. Alphonse reached out his muscular hand out to grab the wooden ladder, but failed as it cracked underneath the momentum of the fall and finally after this fourth one snapped and broke he had a firm grip on the last wooden bar. He then released and jumped into the dark corridor. The only reminisces were the candles that stuck to the wall, providing a small source of light. Alphonse started off towards the only direction that it had provided. After what seemed like endless hours of time had passed and still no exit, Alphonse finally came to another ladder similar to the one he had went down on. He rapidly mounted it and continued his climb towards the exit. Light was emitting from the other side of the ladder, and as Alphonse emerged from the trap door, sunlight blinded his eyes. It took some time for his eyes to completely adjust to the sunlight and he blinked twice and looks around. The town was in a complete chaos. Buildings were being burned down and there was the scent of blood in the air. People in white Dojo uniforms, the same he had seen before were running in groups or squads. “Quick barricade the main second garden, if they make it past that point its do or die,” commanded one the students. Suddenly an explosion ripped out on the right of Alphonse which was a metal gate. Smoke rose in the air and flames rippled the surroundings or the remains of what was left. The uniformed men drew their swords some sweating already and others gulped down their fears. They were proud and brave fighters but were serving a damned monster that only cared about his selfish needs. In the smoke, there was a outline of a tall fighter with a handle of a sword sticking out of his back. Alphonse’s foot touched land and he pushed aside the humans with his large, muscular hands. Motioning for them to back away. He stood in the front of the line of defenders and gazed towards the horrific image. He saw its hands move swiftly lifting up the sword that was as long as his body. With one swipe of his massive sword the smoke and debris were cleared and it revealed a black spiky haired man exactly as the picture had drawn him. He had curved and round eyes, with a small cheekbone that merely rose to its nose, that was sharp as a bird’s beak. His lips curled back into a smile as his nose prickled smelling the sense of victory. Alphonse’s fist clenched as a group of militiamen came storming through the fallen gate towards the Dojo. Alphonse’s aura flew up of a brilliant color of blue that shimmered and swayed in the light. The militia soon fell back as the scrambled as fast as they came charging back towards the man toting the sword. “You’re a saiyan aren’t you?” questioned Akuma. |
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| Old Rin | May 5 2009, 06:10 PM Post #7 |
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Alphonse was taken aback by that kind of question; people never had said the word “saiyan” before. About all of them didn’t know what it probably even meant, but this person said it like he knew exactly what he was talking about. Alphonse grinned and pointed his fierce eyes towards the man. “My, it’s not every day you hear a person knowing of our race,” answered Alphonse. “Yes, yes, you saiyans pretend and look like you are humans but your not. You are all evil, looking for blood and battles, no better then a bunch of brutal creatures. You are stronger and superior then any humans. But I have no business with you but if you get him my way I’ll gladly take you down with him as well,” shouted Akuma. The human brought the sword he was totting on his side to a front view. He gripped it with both hands and had a devilish grin on his face. With a roar he released the standstill position he was just in and charged towards Alphonse at tremendous speeds. He zigzagged around the terrain, trying to lose Alphonse in his effort. Alphonse’s eyes steady kept track with the figure, until the sword reached out and swung towards Alphonse’s face. With cat like instincts, Alphonse ducked down, as a few strands of hair leap into the air from the blade. Using the momentum, he pushed off of his feet and head butted the warrior in his stomach. Akuma backed off a few pace, his face scrunched up in pain, he gritted his teeth and again began his attack towards Alphonse again. Swinging his sword like a crazed madman he missed with the first two swing but then on his third attack, he loosen his grip on the sword and swung a punch towards Alphonse with his right fist landing perfectly on his cheeks. Alphonse’s face was indented with a dome shaped circle around the fist, making his footing ease back a little. Alphonse grunted and then taking the hand and grabbing it, not letting it move a inch he roundhouse kicked the human in his face. Following up with the kick, Alphonse flipped around and used both hands to pull the human over and around him into the ground. Dust flew everywhere as the man fell hard onto the ground; his eyes were closed and his lips were bleeding. “Tell me, why do you saiyans always protect the guilty?” questioned Akuma. “What do you mean?” replied Alphonse in return still holding onto the human’s arm. “Him! The Dojo master, why do you protect a scoundrel like him, all he cares about is himself!” exclaimed the man. There was a shouting and cheers from the people at the gate, who rose their weapons as they heard the fallen man’s words. Alphonse’s mind flashed back to his first meeting of the so-called Dojo master remembering all that he said. Alphonse’s handgrip let go of the man thus allowing him to move. His mind traced off in thought. Is everything I’m doing wrong? |
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| Old Rin | May 5 2009, 06:36 PM Post #8 |
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Alphonse felt a prickle of pain as he snapped back to reality; the man on the ground rose up and had punched Alphonse in the face. There was another cheer and scream from the villagers; they were like wild fans at a sporting event. Rounds of punches bombarded Alphonse as he just stood there stiff like a punching bag. The crowd roared to life and cheered on their savior. Finally Alphonse stopped the punch with his hands and gave a swift punch towards the human’s guts and threw him aside. “How much did he pay you to help him? Hu!” shouted Akuma “I bet he paid you a fortune so that you could come here and save him.” The words struck Alphonse hard and he clenched his fists, ready to make another contact with the human’s body but stopped. He raised his head towards the people at the gate, who all shuddered in fear. Then he turned his head towards the white uniformed students who still had their swords raised in defense. “He didn’t pay me anything,” murmured Alphonse. “Then why the hell are you protecting that bastard! He doesn’t deserve to live,” yelled Akuma. Alphonse just stared at the man without the slightest emotions as if almost seeing past him. His eyes didn’t blink and were wide open. The man grunted and looked the different direction. The two fighters stood there like that, each lost in their own thoughts. Finally a sudden creak woke them from their minds and they both glanced towards the direction from which the sound came. A baldhead poked out, it swiveled around in different direction almost like it was looking for something and then it turned into view towards the two fighters. The bald man screamed and tried to shut the door but it was too late. Akuma had already made it towards it in a blink of an eye. “I’ve got you, what were you doing back here. Money? I bet it was,” stated the man as he pulled out the old man and threw him onto the ground. Akuma slowly began to draw out his sword and had an expression on that would scare the most bravest of men. He grew the sword high above his head and finally after attaining a good height he slammed it down towards the man. The blade stopped inches away from the old man’s head as he let out a terrified whimper. Alphonse had grabbed the tip of the blade and now was gushing out blood. |
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| Old Rin | May 5 2009, 06:54 PM Post #9 |
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“Wh- Why?” stammered Akuma. “Because in this world we live in, the most important of all is our lives. There are no second chances, you live a fulfilling life and then you die. No-one would want there life cut short, that would be worse then anything else that matters.” “But he doesn’t deserve to live! He’s a self-centered, money caring buffoon!” Alphonse shuffled through his chest pocket and pulled out a wanted paper with Akuma’s picture on it. “You know what this says? It says you’re wanted because of murmured, how many families have you set to mourn for their loss? How many peoples lives have you ruined in a matter of seconds! I could kill you right now, but I warn you and let you live,” shouted Alphonse. Akuma dropped his sword towards the ground, and knelt down. His face was furery, as it comprehended what Alphonse had just told him. The white uniformed students surrounded the old man still with their swords raised. Some even trembling and flinching as if he was about to get up at any second and attack them. Alphonse turned around and walked away, heading towards the town’s exit. “What do I do now?” asked Akuma in tears. “I suggest you train harder and make yourself disappear if they ever come looking for you. And you, the Dojo master you should donate all the money you have on to rebuilding this place and making their lives better.” “Wait, what is your name.” “It’s Alphonse....Elric.” With that the young saiyan walked off leaving the wreckage and wounds of the town behind and heading forward into the sunlight of peace. |
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