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| Ontological Transformation [complete]; Transformation 1 Easy Quest | |
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| Topic Started: Jan 3 2012, 03:48 AM (206 Views) | |
| Aya | Jan 3 2012, 03:48 AM Post #1 |
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When are we eating?
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Transformation 1 Difficulty: Easy Location: Planet Frieza Description: Write an RP to acquire Transformation 1. Reward: +25 all stats and Transformation 1 Available: Always |
| "I want interaction but this is going to be a real battle, possibly to the death depending on how it goes." -Revan, on Aya. | |
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| Aya | Jan 3 2012, 03:52 AM Post #2 |
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When are we eating?
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"You're making great progress in your training with Lord Frost, I've heard." Suiji, as he was known to most, offered this remark to his master, during a brief period of rest. He felt confident that he could speak in such a way, as his limits were always pointed out and he rarely crossed them once said lines were drawn. "I'd like to think I have, yes." The Changeling known as Ayakon of the Brumal clan gave the faintest of nods, recalling to himself the trials he'd faced, and was in the process of facing, during his training under the ruler of the planet Frieza. Frost pushed his pupils hard, but the rewarding power was well worth it. Still, it was only the beginning. There was something that was eluding him, something keeping him from gaining any sort of favor with his current Master. It also occurred to him that this very same thing could have given him some sort of chance with that Saiyan. Doubtful, but without achieving it, how would he know? After a few moments of thought, he decided that it was finally time for him to achieve what he knew was just beyond his grasp. "Suiji, I believe I'm going to take a little break from my training." He turned to look at his underling, an absolutely neutral look on his face. He could have been fleeing the planet or taking a stroll to the market. The humanoid minion looked surprised, and turned his head towards Ayakon, "Sir?" "There is business I must attend to. I trust you can keep things in order until I return?" While the intonation leaned more towards a question, it was very clear that there was no asking about it. Ayakon trusted Suiji as much as it was possible for him to, and knew that whatever business needed attending could be handled by him. "Of course, sir." Suiji nodded, returning to looking straight ahead. He hesitated before venturing, "But if I may--" "No, you may not. This must be done alone. If I am sent for by anyone, inform them only that I have stepped out for a moment. Give no further details." Ayakon considered this, then realized that Suiji had no other details to give. At this point, even the Changeling himself wasn't certain where he was going to go, but he knew that what he was aiming for wouldn't be found within this room. Probably not even within this city. The more he thought about it, the more it became clear. What he was searching for could, for him at least, only be found beyond the cityscape. Somewhere amidst the bleak white blanket of the planet where he could take a break from looking at his surroundings and finally look within. With a confident look on his face, he headed out, leaving his minion looking unusually baffled. WC: 477 |
| "I want interaction but this is going to be a real battle, possibly to the death depending on how it goes." -Revan, on Aya. | |
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| Aya | Jan 3 2012, 03:55 AM Post #3 |
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When are we eating?
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Several hours later, Ayakon stood (still dressed in his training garb), atop one of planet Frieza's many icy plateaus, miles away from any of the cities that the planet offered. The wind blew bitterly and it would have been a lie to say he was unaffected by this. At the very least, he managed to keep it from showing on his face, with the exception of a small grimace. His arms were crossed in front of him and he stood with his feet together, though his tri-toed feet required one leg to turn slightly in this case. His tail was not waving, but rather sticking close to his frame, in a vain attempt to help withstand the chill. He kept his eyes open for now, hearing the howling wind and seeing nothing but white swirling about him. He had no scouter nor could he sense energy yet, and normally he would have been extra cautious out in the wild. But not right now. Right now his mind was stuck on something very specific. Transformation. It was the essence, the purpose and the zenith of his people, all in one. Truth be told, he quite admired his untransformed appearance, but the power it held had its limits. These limits could be surpassed with a change in guise. So in order for him to truly grow he had to, well, truly grow. He wasn't sure exactly how this would result, but he knew something for certain: This was necessary. He nodded to himself, Necessary. But how to go about doing it? This was a question that plagued him. he closed his eyes and allowed his mind to wander, letting whatever powers that be guide his mindset. Surprisingly, it was an all but lost memory that filled his mind. A short discussion he'd heard many years ago... WC: 307 TWC: 781 |
| "I want interaction but this is going to be a real battle, possibly to the death depending on how it goes." -Revan, on Aya. | |
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| Aya | Jan 3 2012, 03:59 AM Post #4 |
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When are we eating?
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A much younger Ayakon sat at the dinner table in the home of his parents, a quite lofty place with common decor popular among Changelings. Normally, being youthful and impudent, he sat lazily in his chair, sometimes with his feet resting at the very corner of the table. His father had reprimanded him for it repeatedly, but to no avail. As he was an only child, he was afforded a certain amount of leeway and eventually his parents gave up trying to change him. That was on normal nights. Tonight, Ayakon sat up straight in his chair as he had been raised to do. Tonight was special, if one could call it that. Friends of the family had come to visit for dinner, giving Lord Brumal, Ayakon's father, a chance to display his affluence. So the finest meals were served, the best dishes on display and the family dressed in their most expensive clothing. Everything was required to be optimal for this evening, because how else are you supposed to show off? In hindsight, the evening itself proved to be rather unimportant, but the conversation Aya recalled took place after dinner, as the servants (also dressed in better than average clothing) picked up and bused away cleanish plates and empty glasses. The friends of the Brumal clan had a son, not much older than Aya was, though frankly a bit larger. This boy was known for being extremely inquisitive, and as the meal was wrapping up and during a lull in the conversation of the adults, he blurted what would turn out to be a very important question, "Why do Changelings need to transform anyway?" The question silenced the table. This question was, understandably, rarely asked. It must have been akin to asking why breathing was so damned important. After a few moments of quiet contemplation, Ayakon's father spoke up, "To suppress the massive power they are born with, of course." A chance to flaunt intelligence as well. He smirked at the boy's parents until a reply shot back at him. "But does that mean we're born in the final form we're ever capable of achieving?" The boy's question was sincere, but his parents took it as an opportunity to smirk back at Lord Brumal. One-upped by a child, it seemed. Brumal was caught off guard by this but thought on his feet and said, "Well, yes, I suppose that is true. Unless you believe in myths and legends of power beyond. But if you do, you may as well attempt to become the Legendary Super Saiyan." The entire table, with the exception of the boy, got a good laugh out of this, and since the subject was changed shortly after to unimportant affairs, Ayakon gave it no more thought at the time, because the question was answered and the topic was closed. WC: 473 TWC: 1254 |
| "I want interaction but this is going to be a real battle, possibly to the death depending on how it goes." -Revan, on Aya. | |
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| Aya | Jan 3 2012, 04:03 AM Post #5 |
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When are we eating?
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Until now. According to his father, he and the rest of the Changelings had been born in their final forms, forced to suppress their power in order to control it. But that meant that he had already once obtained his first transformation, if only in a reverse order, and if only for a moment. So it clearly belonged to him. He simply needed to access it again. Retaining memories from when you are an infant is, for most races, not possible. But forming false memories based on things you think you remember is something that happens quite frequently. Whether Lord Brumal's snippy reply had held any truth to it or not, it gave Ayakon the push he needed to attempt to visualize and reach for his first transformation. After all, in his mind, he had already obtained it, hadn't he? He clenched his fists, eyes squeezing even tighter in concentration. It has to be mine. It should be mine. It already belongs to me. His tail spiraled ever so slightly, toes clenched, grasping into the ice below him as he let out a low groan and then-- It happened. Very slowly but also all at once. His ki exploded and his body was forced to change in order to keep up. His muscles bulged, upper body growing heavier than lower, the protective plates on his arms and legs extended up and out, allowing mobility but still giving added protection. And his horns lengthened, pointing straight behind him with almost no curve. His eyes opened and he examined the parts of himself he could see. He opened his fists then clenched them again, and did similar with his toes and tail. He stretched out fully, but found that in this form it was a bit more comfortable to hunch forward slightly. He let out a gravelly laugh as he got a taste of his own power. WC: 315 TWC: 1569 |
| "I want interaction but this is going to be a real battle, possibly to the death depending on how it goes." -Revan, on Aya. | |
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| Aya | Jan 3 2012, 04:09 AM Post #6 |
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When are we eating?
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Holding the form proved to be a bit challenging at first, but once he relaxed himself he found that being in it was a new feeling. Empowering but not unnatural. Of course, he couldn't stay in this form forever, and he knew that the true test would be being able to call upon it at will. So he shut his eyes and focused on reverting to his natural state, feeling the power loss was not as disappointing as he'd feared it would be. In fact, he found that some small bit of the power was retained. He returned back to the training area where Suiji was in a state of meditation as he awaited the return of his master. As Ayakon entered, Suiji snapped to attention, "Welcome back, Sir. I trust your trip went well?"[/color] "Thank you, Suiji," Ayakon nodded. "An eventful trip to say the least." After a moment he couldn't help but boast, "Would you care to see the results?" "Results, sir?" If Suiji had any sort of inkling as to what Ayakon had been away doing, he was very good at not showing it. Ayakon steeled himself. Here came the true test. He clenched his fist, closed his eyes and concentrated. Remember, he thought to himself, it's already yours. The change happened just as before, but with a little less strain, his muscles bulged and his power grew. When the transformation was complete, he finally spoke up in this form. His voice was much deeper, retaining the gravelly quality that had accompanied the previous laugh. "So what do you think, Suiji?" Suiji's eyes widened and he couldn't help but take a slight step back. "Impressive, sir." "It is, isn't it?" Despite being utterly shown up extremely recently, Ayakon's arrogance had apparently grown with his form, "Yes. This," He laughed, "will certainly do." For now, anyway. WC: 311 TWC: 1880/1800 |
| "I want interaction but this is going to be a real battle, possibly to the death depending on how it goes." -Revan, on Aya. | |
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