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| Minosha [l] Vs Pan [w]; Gem Spar | |
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| Topic Started: Mar 27 2013, 05:25 PM (237 Views) | |
| Fenn | Mar 27 2013, 05:25 PM Post #1 |
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The Gromble
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One sound kept echoing throughout the Kame House: a single tennis ball being bounced against a wall over and over and over again. Minosha mindlessly tossed it at the same spot with methodical precision. Roshi left him alone, and so did Turtle. Roshi had told him not to go to West City, but he didn’t listen. He went anyway, and found the last thing he ever expected. Now he had to live with the knowledge that Tapion was... well, he didn’t know what Tapion was. But he did know just how badly he was outclassed by him, how completely and utterly unable to stop him he was. For the first time in his life, he really did feel like a helpless child. He knew he needed to get stronger. At the moment, he simply needed to process the shock. Minosha heard the rustling of a stone scraping along the floor. Turtle helpfully pushed his astral gem towards his hand. So much for being left alone. Without even thinking, the Konatsu grabbed it, calling out with his mind to the first person he could think of. As the haze enveloped him, his mental projection appeared in the fiery rubble of West City once more. He couldn’t help it. His thoughts were still stuck on that environment: the destruction, the chaos. He realized he no longer had his sword, and thus materialized the power pole gifted to him in its place. Solemnly, he waited. ---------- WC: 242 TWC: 242 |
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| ddicampaignemail | Mar 28 2013, 03:32 AM Post #2 |
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Not me. We.
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[Saiyan Gains] The first week in the Meditation Temple of Yaidrat had brought Pan boredom to the point where she'd dented the solid stone a few times trying to get out. Some mystical force within the Temple kept her sustained in terms of food and pretty much everything else, leaving nothing but meditation or frustration to take up her time. For the first week, of course, this was filled mostly with frustation. She would push the limits of her power with her aura blazing until she'd exhausted herself and fell asleep. By the second week, however, she'd actually grown exhausted of being angry and had sat down to actually meditate. The insight that the Meditation Temple was ready to give was almost overwhelming once she actually settled into it. She closed her eyes and found that she was brought into the astral realm, almost as though she was summoned there by an unknown force. Of course, a warrior could call out to another within the astral realm, and Pan's current status as permanently half in the realm of the mind to begin with left her open to such beckonings. She opened her eyes and found that she was back on Earth. She recognized this city… Roshi had sent her here on errands there once but now… The desolation was almost unbearable even to her, and she'd leveled cities herself. None that she was connected to though. This was different. She frowned at the surroundings before she finally noticed her opponent. She reached for her weapon but hesitated a second rather than attacking, asked, "Something happen while I was gone, little bean?" WC: 269 |
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| Fenn | Mar 28 2013, 05:02 AM Post #3 |
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The Gromble
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He hadn’t stopped to really consider just who it was that he called out to, just the first person that sprang to mind. How fitting that it ended up being Pan, the only other person besides maybe Tapion who actually was willing to talk to him more than once. And he wasn’t so sure about Tapion right now. It was difficult, not having anyone to talk to, and he could never be certain of anyone’s genuine care or concern with how often people of value seemed to disappear from his life. The saiyan’s perceptiveness surprised Minosha, and he opened his mouth to say something. But what could he say? It was such a long story, and his mind was so jumbled around it would all come out as a mess anyway. And what if she advised the little Konatsu to kill his brother, as she had done with the saiyan? What if she deemed Tapion to be a dangerous threat, and then something happened to him? He wasn’t the Tapion that Minosha remembered, but the boy would be devastated if he lost him a second time... if he hadn’t already. He had yet to make sense of the situation himself, so perhaps it was premature of him to seek the counsel of others. In the end, he decided to shut his mouth and change the subject. He raised the power pole for Pan to see. “I found it just like you said,” he said, attempting to sound nonchalant and forcing a smile. Even he knew he didn’t sound convincing. “Thanks. I appreciate it.” He twirled it around expertly in his hands, switching from one to the other, moving it behind his back and over his head. He certainly wasn’t showing off. Well, maybe just a little. Finally, he ended his little kata with a flourish, thrusting the weapon out in ready position. Minosha had expected some of his pain to go away by now, to be numbed by the distraction. He found with disappointment that this wasn’t the case. He tried to force it down, bottle it in, and focus on the task at hand. He took a running leap into the air, spinning the pole overhead before bringing it down to try and whack Pan on the shoulder. Then he spun to ram the butt of the staff into her stomach, and spun once more in the opposite direction to attempt a punishing blow to the face. ---------- WC: 409 TWC: 651 |
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| ddicampaignemail | Mar 29 2013, 05:58 PM Post #4 |
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Not me. We.
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"Looks like you're already learning how to use it. Good on you." Pan nodded. She waited for him to attack, and this time, didn't go light on him. The fact of their difference was that Pan had been born and raised purely as a warrior and had more experience than Minosha. Especially with him using a brand new weapon, predicting and countering his attacks were quite simple for her. To put simply: She was stronger than he was. She allowed the shoulder strike to connect, allowing the thin strip of armor to absorb the blow. When Minosha's stomach-strike came in she shifted to the side to avoid it with what seemed like a great lack of effort, and watched as he adjusted for the strike to her face. She reached up and grabbed the tip of the weapon as he thrust it outward, keeping firm grip of it as she slid her leg forward and then yanked it back to take him off his feet. With the pole originally hers, she twisted it ever so slightly even from the wrong end and said, "Extend." so that it would slam into him and keep him on the ground. Taking a firm step on his chest, she said, "Now listen. You said I'm your friend. Friends in most cultures talk to each other about things. Except… Kanassans. They… lick each others' eyeballs, I think. But the point is that you have something wrong. Coming at me like you did, you're far too angry to survive. You attack a warrior like that in an actual battle and you'll die, Minosha." This was quite possibly the first time she'd used his real name. She took her foot off of him and set herself back in a ready stance, "So take a second, take a deep breath, and talk to me while you fight. It'll make you feel better, I promise." After a second she added, "And for kai's sake stop telegraphing your charges they're starting to make me sad." WC: 335 TWC: 604 |
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| Fenn | Mar 30 2013, 12:54 AM Post #5 |
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The Gromble
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He swiped the pole from her, none too happy with her sudden confrontation. He turned his back to her and spun the weapon in his fingers as he reset his position. He almost wanted to laugh. He’d die? He should have been dead already. A hundred times over. He should have been dust. Yet here he was, by what design, he didn’t know, and it revealed itself to be crueler by the second. Minosha took a breath. It didn’t help. Not only was his anger not abated by the reprimand, it was intensified by it. He turned, his face full of fury, but his eyes full of sadness. He stared hard at Pan. Wispy tendrils of energy emanated from his body like steam as he brought the full might of his miniscule power to bear. He could feel it, his frustration boiling beneath the surface, so raw and searing that it burned deep. “What does it matter anyway? If I die,” Minosha snarled. “I couldn’t stop it. I couldn’t stop any of it. I couldn’t stop him. I can’t stop you. I can’t stop anything. SO WHAT DOES IT MATTER ANYWAY?!” Finally, he let it out. He screamed, a primal thing of pure emotion as he maximized his power. His aura flared to life around him, and he charged, using his ki to augment his flight. He raised the pole for a strike across collarbone, and at the last second he spun to the left side in a feint. He was done holding back. Because she was stronger than him, and she could take it. He couldn’t hurt her if he wanted to. As he completed the twirl, he aimed for a punishing smack to the Pan’s thigh and took a quick step away to avoid reprisal. “I don’t have a home to go back to!” the boy yelled. “My planet is gone, and everyone I ever knew is dead! Is that what you want to hear? That I’m alone? That we’re the last two left? That he isn’t himself anymore?” And suddenly Minosha wasn’t fighting Pan anymore. All he saw was Tapion, standing there, unfazed, unaffected, uncaring of how long Minosha had been imprisoned with nothing but his nightmares. He lost all sense of battle strategy, and dropped the pole, and just started swinging for the face with a wild left hook. “Why did you leave me? Why didn’t you look for me?” he howled. He threw a right hook, and then he charged up an energy ball. “You want me to kill you? Is that what you want?! You know what I want?! I WISH I WAS STILL TRAPPED IN THAT MUSIC BOX!” Then he thrust the energy ball forward with a pained roar, towards the chest, right to the core, right where it would hurt the most... where he hurt the most. When everything was done, when everything was over, he dropped to his knees, the fight going out of him. His voice fell to a tortured whisper. “This is my fault. I let this happen. I wasn’t there when you needed me the most. And now I can’t do anything to help you. I’m sorry Tapion.” ---------- WC: 533 TWC: 1,184 |
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| ddicampaignemail | Apr 1 2013, 01:14 AM Post #6 |
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- The attacks smashed into her, Pan didn't care. She took step after step towards Minosha as he cried out and as he lashed out at her, taking everything that he threw without flinching. She wasn't affected by him. She refused to be. Her heart wasn't broken by this young warrior exposing his soul to hear and questioning his very existence. She was a warrior, dammit. She would never succumb to such things as feelings or emotions. She would never feel matronly for another person, she was no mother nor was she an older sister. That was not the role that Pan played. As the young Konats fell to his knees she continued to walk towards him steadily. Her armor was damaged, partially revealing the black jumpsuit that she wore underneath it. Bits of skin here and there were even exposed to the elements due to her opponent's ferocious attacks. But this was something deeper than pure rage. This was something that no warrior should ever be forced to fight with. This was pain. When Minosha finally collapsed, she reached down and placed her hands on his shoulders. Forcibly but completely unpainfully, she pulled him to his feet. She didn't know who this Tapion was or exactly what he was talking about, frankly she caught maybe twenty percent of what he was saying, but the pain behind it was all too familiar. She wrapped her arms around the younger warrior and pulled him into a hug. As far as meaningful embraces went, her experience was mostly limited to dire and desperate moments. She'd been hugged herself once, and had never hugged anyone before. The astral realm was made for fighting and because the two had ceased their combat, the entire dimension was collapsing around them. Before she faded, she offered all that she could say, "I'm sorry, Minosha." She awoke in the Fire Temple, completely separate from the young man that two or three weeks ago she hadn't even known existed. Thinking over everything that had happened between the two of them, she punched the ground hard, causing an actual crack in the millennia old stone. There were few things that couldn't be handled by raw power but internal pain always happened to be one of them. She took a very deep breath and paused then closed her eyes and attempted to continue her meditation training again. Things had been going so goddamn well. WC: 403 TWC: 1k+ |
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