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| Juch | Sep 10 2014, 11:05 PM Post #1 |
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| Juch | Oct 19 2014, 12:38 AM Post #2 |
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Little drops of clear liquid splattered against the equally transparent window. The sheet of glass prevented the assault of nature to seep through, keeping the insides nice and dry. And they should; otherwise, the pages upon pages of notes that were currently being scribble would all be doomed to the torrential downpour. And it was during those moments where Mr. Fields would look outside, note that it was still raining, and sigh. It was during the wee hours of the morning, and the sun didn’t even have the gall to make its presence known. Was it that afraid of the clouds? The cat turned his attention back to the stack of papers before him. He liked the stack of papers. He liked the feeling and the resulting words written when his pen pressed down on the thick pile. He hated the stack of papers. He hated the way the words were imprinted on the sheet of parchment below. It was a paradox. … Was it a paradox? … He needed sleep. He had yet to feel to cool embrace of his pillow for about twenty three hours. Mr. Fields checked his watch, reading the minute and hour hands crawl along the two dimensional surface. No, scratch that. Twenty five hours. Maybe. Probably. Mr. Fields returned to the paragraphs at hand. The meeting records—wait, there was another word for that. Ugh, what was it? He placed a paw against the creases on his forehead, which only intensified from his attempts to produce the word that he wanted. Crap, this was going to bug him for a very long time if he couldn’t remember it—but he didn’t have time to think about tangents such as those. He needed to get these done before… Seconds? No. What were they? They were right there, just within reach. He looked at his watch again. It was nagging him; like that one part of the floor that creaked when you walked there. The creaking got louder and louder inside his mind. His eyes turned from his watch to the windows. It was raining, he noted to himself. How long had it been raining? The cat’s gaze moved back towards the notes that he was occupied with. To prepare for the next meeting today, he needed to organize what transpired last time. He was so, so behind with everything, and there was this pain in his stomach that just wouldn’t go away. Was it hunger cramps, or was it the fact that he was utterly freezing? He honestly couldn’t tell the difference anymore. Mr. Fields took another shaking sip from the nearby cup, only to realize that there was no more water left. Damn. He’ll get more in a bit. Morning was already here, and he was almost done with everything. It was just at this part…hmm, what happened here again? He took a glance back at the records. Something about trade routes and, oh, here it was. He remembered Juch standing up at the round table, hand outstretched and spoke of strategic placements. He made an analogy to chess, specifically about the rarest chess piece of all. It was said to be intimately crafted in the shape of a unicorn’s head-- He woke with a snort. The cat’s unfocused eyes took a while to notice the most recent writing on the piece of lined paper. He was doing so well before; the letters stood within their each allocated confined spaces. Everything was disciplined, so matter how messy it seemed. Now, rebellion and revolution had begun. Ink began to traverse Even the sentence made no sense. “Prepare for a meeting on the candied unicorn sdfoihsdfoi“? What does that even mean? Considering that was the most that he could decipher, Fields hissed in annoyance. His pen crossed the dissidents away in an angry manner. It was raining, he realized. It probably had been for some time now. Why didn’t he realize it until just a few seconds ago? Goodness, he needed some sleep. Mr. Fields attempted to stifle another large yawn as he moved away from the window; his paws slipped and he fell against the soft cushion below. At least it was a couch, so damage was minimal. He scribbled some more. They made sense; at least, he was hoping so. If only he could retire from life, that’d be superb. Juch can work them out from there. In the back of his mind, Mr. Fields knew that the android was just as exhausted as he was, but the cat had to throw in the towel at some point. Gathering the mess of papers and stapling them together, the tired feline waddled over to Juch’s office. He overstepped several glowing cobwebs, which only grew and multiplied in number as he got closer and closer to the doorway. The door was open just a crack, and even though he pushed it open further with just a tap of his paw, he couldn’t see anything in the room. It was just so dark. “I finished the summary of the…of the thing,” Mr. Fields meowed into the silent office. “Alright, leave it by the door and get some sleep,” Juch’s voice drifted from the room, although the cat had literally no idea where his pal was, “I’ll take it from here.” Ugh, well, at least his job here was done. The harsh tone was merely a byproduct of everyone wanting out of this situation. Mr. Fields was about to head back to his room, when suddenly, there was a knock on the door of the parked spaceship. The fat cat blinked a few times. Who could it be, he said to himself. Juch’s voice from the other room carried through the air, reaching the tired cat’s ears; a voice that carried the same fatigue that the pudgy quadruped was feeling, “Mr. Fields? Could you check who is at the door?” Mr. Fields glanced once more at the impermeable darkness before him. With a haggard nod, he walked over to the entrance and peered outside. His eyes grew wide. Minutes. That’s what they were. ------ Juch Word Count: 1,015 Total Word Count: 1,015 |
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| Whis | Oct 19 2014, 08:34 PM Post #3 |
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Sometimes things happened that you never really expected. The Kaioshin was well aware that he had to be on full guard at all times. The forces of Hell had a powerful entity, the Storm King himself looking to take him out even though they still did not know his true identity. The fact that he was constantly meddling in their affairs in the Next Dimension had clearly drawn a target on his back. One that he would have to deal with eventually because he was well aware of the powers of the Storm King and that he would eventually find a situation proper to try to take the life of the one that had embarrassed him. The fact that Supreme Kai had stopped him from killing of King Kai was clearly a thorn in the elite demons paw that he would not let go without reaping vengeance on the one that stopped him. The demon was far to cunning and too arrogant to ever allow himself to be outdone especially by a mortal like he believed the Kaioshin was in his disguised state. Yes, it was assumed still in the entire Next Dimension that the Supreme Kai was dead. He had given everything defending the Universe from the corrupt dragon in the Soul Well and in doing so ended up paying the ultimate price of his life. That was the assumption at least; the truth was nowhere near that. The truth for now could not be known. It would set off a war that the forces of good would have no chance of winning ultimately. With his power having been lost when he was saved by his friends the Kaioshin knew the balance of power was off drastically. That is what drove him, what caused him to spend every moment he could mastering his craft so that he could regain the skills and abilities that he once utilized so efficiently before losing his power. He had managed to beat the soul infused dragon and if it wasn’t for the betrayal by Lucifer he would have left that place with no issues, but fate and the way of the Universe had deemed this to be the only way. It was something he truly did not comprehend as the greatest overseer of the Universe still things that happened within it were not easily predicted or understood. The randomness of the Universe was unexplainable and yet it was also something that all mortals and even immortals sought to figure out. It was that randomness that caused him to be here on Avalon right now in an attempt to further his training and be ready to deal with the demon. From the last altercation he seemed to be susceptible to a few of his good aligned weapon strikes more than others even of his type would have been. That is why he had come to Avalon and why he had gone through this extensive training as of late. He had to figure out a way to do as much as possible for when he faced the demon again. No way would the Storm King come to face him one on one again and not be prepared to do everything in his power to end him and he knew that. It was the way of demons and that meant as he was well aware anything could happen at any time. His lack of his full abilities though still concerned him in this regard. He knew the demon could strike at a moment’s notice. No warning would be given in most cases unless he was dwelling somewhere and then the storms of lightning and fire that followed him would be in the area. He knew that everyone he had been working with during his time though would be in danger. Mostly that included his friend the Android Juch. They had traveled to Avalon together and Juch had even helped fend off the demons attempt at ruining Earth. That made him a known ally and known assistant working against the Storm King. Simply put that made him a target at the end of the day. The newly acquired sword of the Kaioshin was much larger than his holy weapon, but it seemed to be even more of an amazing weapon. He could feel that it was special in many regards and that it would ultimately be able to provide him with assistance that even the Rapier of Light could not. With a little cleansing and blessing this could become his new weapon of choice going forward. It had everything you would need in a weapon and as the Kaioshin sliced through the training droids with relative ease he could tell it had dormant powers that needed to be unlocked. It was possible that even an increase in another form or technique could help him going forward to utilize this weapon to the fullest of its abilities. He had many questions about it and as it started to glow a feint blow icy aura he knew he had to treat it cautiously or else the weapon itself could become a danger to him. He had yet to fully understand this Ancient Sword. The only thing he knew was that it seemed to have once belonged to the Saiyan Empire, but even that was a bit hazy in his overall assessment of the situation. Slicing with relative ease through the last dummy he heard a clap from the dojo master who walked out, “It looks like you have mastered Swordsmanship already. I have to say you are a quick study, but I think we can both tell that weapon you are holding has more potential than even just a sword. I just can’t put my finger on it yet.” The Kaioshin was about to reply as he watched the sweat drip down from his head to the ground below. He had clearly been working hard in order to master this training and this final test had been difficult for certain. ”It is amazing actually. This was found in part of the ruins from the galactic war and ever since I grabbed it I couldn’t help, but to think it was special. I just have to figure it out. Obviously it has unique qualities, but I think it’s true power is dormant. I really just can’t put my finger on it. I think I might have to travel elsewhere to…“ Suddenly he stopped talking as his senses picked up a new power that had come out of nowhere that was now near Juch’s ship. His head snapped in that direction in an almost comical way. Yes this was truly strange. No one had bothered Juch outside of him the entire time they were on Avalon. This could have been a trap or someone coming to cause him harm or trouble. He looked back at the Dojo master, ”I am sorry, I have to go. Something came up with my friend who was training here before and I need to make sure everything is ok.” He moved quickly to his room grabbing the watch that activated the Combat Battle Suit he had worn during his battle on the moon and then blasted off towards Juch’s ship hoping his friend was not in trouble. WC: 1,212 SK WC: 1,212 Quest WC: 2,227 |
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| Juch | Nov 16 2014, 01:23 PM Post #4 |
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Nobody was there. Mr. Fields blinked. All he had before him was the heavy raps of the rain beating against the door; the outside elements wanted in. They came knocking around every day—this time being more persistent than before—but they were uninvited and unwelcome guests. He ignored their screeches, and focused instead on a potentially new guest. Could it be Shin? Usually he was the only one who would visit the pair around these parts, but he was also rather noticeable when he stood in front of their doorway. Who else in their right mind would come knocking at this hour—and more importantly, in this weather? Unless it was a coupon to that restaurant down the street, he wasn’t interested. It was at that moment that the plump feline, with his cheeks pressed against the cold hard glass window, felt a tingle slowly inch up his spine. It took its time as it meandered, its pace agonizingly slow. He wasn’t sure where this feeling came from; perhaps it was just the presence of the cold outside. Yeah, that sounded about right. He should just tell Juch that there was nobody there after all, and then he could pass out right then and there. Just to be safe, he’ll check again. He rubbed his eyes squinted. Yep, nobody there. That was just a giant waste of time. Well, good! The last thing he wanted to do right now was to interact with someone else right now. He just wanted to sleep, no more, no less; and by a sleep, he would end his heart ache and many other shocks that would fall upon his life. To sleep, and then dream, dream of things that didn’t involve the tedium of work. He was about to leave again for good this time, and yet, he still hesitated. That feeling came back again—the feeling that something was off. His eyes had caught something, but his mind, laden with fatigue, was still taking its sweet time to process it. But one thing was certain, even though the cat wasn’t sure why at that exact moment: he had missed something. He needed to check it out. Mr. Fields placed his paw on the door. He knew what was going to happen when opening the entrance; he didn’t want to. It was so nice and warm inside. With great reluctance, he pushed the door open. A rapid flash of his eyelids soon proved to be a weak attempt to wash away the flood of cold pouring out through the doorway. Something was off. Something was definitely off. What was it? The hair on his back began to rise. Ha ha, yeah, right. He was just scaring himself for no reason. Was that fright that took hold of his entire body in an instant? There was no reason for him to be so afraid, right? Nobody was there. See? What was so scary about that? Okay, he was right. He was being silly, and he just needed to close the door, dry himself off, and grab several heavy blankets— He was staring again. Staring out into the vast expanse of the parking area, he did not lose focus on the task at hand, but he stopped regardless. He didn’t want to look down. Something was there. Mr. Fields peered down at the object lying on the soaked ground. A manila envelope, sealed with a thin string of red, lay at the doorstep. The crisp beige surface was dotted with sporadic splashes, no doubt from the large drops overhead. It reminded him of a spotted gecko for some reason. No wait, that wasn’t the right animal he was thinking of. With a gentle motion, the cat moved his paw over to the thin package. Before he even made contact, he drew his limb back. Nothing happened. His heart was pounding in his ears and in his chest. It hurt. The cat winced and pressed a shaking paw against his front. Everything would be better as soon as he got some sleep. All he had to do was to pick this up and bring it to Juch. Somebody left a note, huh? It was left not too long ago, but the moisture was seeping in quick. Despite this, however, the cat didn’t reach out for it right away; there must be some precious documents inside, no? He should let them get wet. But he didn’t move. The plump feline just stared. He stared. He stared at the envelope for far too long. There was a nagging voice in the back of his mind. Something was off. There was something dreadfully wrong about this entire scenario, and it was making Mr. Fields increasingly anxious that he couldn’t figure out what it was. Each second that he had to spend to figure this out was like a precious drop in the hourglass that counted down towards inevitable death. What was it? What was it? He reached over for the second time and held the soggy envelope in his paws. It was a detail; a seemingly unimportant detail, or one that his exhausted mind just couldn’t think of at the moment. It was simultaneously insignificant and mortally important. There was nothing written on it, no clues to the identity of the sender. That voice in his head became a screeching out of tune violin. It was biting at his very being, urging his blood shot eyes to look over the item in his paws. The entire situation seemed so familiar; it was like he was having déjà vu—
Mr. Fields’ ears shot up, alert.
He was choking; there was air around, but he couldn’t breathe. No oxygen could enter his nostrils, his lungs; he was struggling with maintaining his balance. Mr. Fields tried to backpedal, as if hurrying back to the safety of the interior would protect him from the gloomy doom looming around his head. He had to go—he had to go right now. He needed to— As if in slow motion, his hind legs began to thaw out, with every agonizing step back inside ----- In Juch’s office, leaning next to the wall was a small closet. It was slightly open, revealing its innards: a burnt, thick chemical apron, a long white robe wrapped around a staff, and its newest addition, fragments of what used to be a chef’s uniform. A small amount of electrical discharge floated through the air. Mimicking the lightning outside, two spots of light flickered on and off. Its faint glow gave snapshots of the picture inside. A thin humanoid floated in the air, among the piles upon piles of books and documents scattered in neat little piles. Lying on the desk was the most recent document that Mr. Fields left. It had already been read and noted. There was no knock on the door. As if in a trance, Mr. Fields was waiting in the dark abyss of his room, right at the foot of his desk. The android took a slow, steady breath, his thin fingers reaching over to the folder clenched in the cat’s mouth. Upon receiving it, he took the exposed end of the red string and began to unwind it. The dripping wet manila envelope finally relinquished its secrets; a plastic bag protecting a single photograph and a single sheet of paper. Juch looked at the photograph first. He saw three smiling faces, three familiar smiling faces. There was no expression on his face, but he placed the picture down more gently than he had picked it up with. He then turned his attention to the scrap of paper. It seemed to be a hasty message scrawled all over the place:
The android looked back down at the words scribbled on the thin piece of paper. A poorly constructed display, as if the author of this message had not even the slightest inkling of proper grammar and punctuation of the common tongue. A raspy laugh barked out of the professor, which quickly evolved to a wheezing fit. He placed the message next to the photograph. There was some connection to all this. Memories flooded through his mind.
A will o wisp floated around, one that connected all of those events, even events that started way before that repulsive war.
He had told Shin after their little scuffle that he was working on some other training. Specifically what though, he never elaborated.
There was still much to think about, much to answer for. But for now, the long, agonizing training on this planet was finally complete. He had been waiting, waiting all this time. Juch finally emerged from his office. His dull footsteps muffled by the carpet. He emerged from the trials of Avalon, finally anew. [align=center] ![]() [/align] Three sets of footsteps, still not erased by the torrent of rainwater, led away from the spaceship. Not one trail pointed towards the entrance. Juch, still with Mr. Fields in his arms, leap up into the air, a gradual spin accompanying the ascent towards the top of the ship. Nothing, nothing out of the ordinary. He stood there for some time, as if daring whatever phantom lurking around to come and face him. But he knew that such a feat was impossible; it was not how the game was played. An amused snort came from the professor. He was not afraid anymore. His gaze suddenly shot towards the blackened skies. Somebody was approaching, somebody else. The android maintained his look into the air, into the thick storm clouds overhead. Another rumble of thunder shook the heavens. He stepped off of the top of his spacecraft with a fluid motion, rejoining the mud below. He set Mr. Fields down on the hard concrete. The fat cat scampered back towards the ship, while the professor placed his arms behind his back. And he waited. The power signature was approaching, getting closer and closer. He could see, his vision was clearer than ever before. He recognized this reading from his internal scouter; his lax posture mimicked his tone as the person came within speaking distance. “Hello, Shin. How are you?” -----
----- Juch Word Count: 2,885 Total Word Count: 2,885 + 1,015 = 3,900 Quest Word Count: 2,227 + 2,885 = 5,112 |
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