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| Frieza vs Chishan (C); Gem Spar | |
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| Topic Started: Mar 27 2016, 01:36 AM (364 Views) | |
| Aya | Mar 27 2016, 01:36 AM Post #1 |
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When are we eating?
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<Champ II> We fight. We the lowly mortals take lives and kill mercilessly because taking those lives is the quickest way to prove that this is no game, and that the consequences are real. Jared had left him alive. That had been a poor decision. We the lowly mortals fight and ascend to something greater. But every few millennia there is another uprising. The mortals rise to gods, or the gods themselves come down to punish us. To toy with us. To use us as their pawns in another epic game of chess. And it's happened again. The gods are walking. So what are we mortals to do when giants can flatten us by the dozens with each triumphant step? The astral plane was a calm, green landscape, with light rolling hills and a lake off to one side. One of the most common ones on the relatively sparsely populated Earth. A bright blue sky, with gently wafting white clouds barely covering a golden sun. This was the creation of someone new to the astral realm, someone who did not know of the beauty that it could actual create. Of the hell that it could conjure. Standing in the center of the makeshift battlefield, a short, cloaked warrior with a power level of no greater than six thousand stood. Making out his form would be difficult, as though he hadn't particularly learned how to fully astrally project himself. Or perhaps as though he had no clear mental image of what his astral self would look like. He called out. He called out to one power in particular, but with a strange clumsiness. A modern analogy would be sending a fax to a cell line. It seemed all, very slightly, wrong. The stage had been perfectly set: A novice warrior had seemingly mistakenly challenged the might of the Super Saiyan God. WC: 308 |
| "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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| Chishan | Mar 27 2016, 03:59 PM Post #2 |
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[align=center]Champ 2[/align] The gods were walking among the mortals. They had for centuries, hidden away behind magic and energy that was unreadable to the underlings that went about their lives. But every once in awhile, the evidence comes to light and there is simply no denying the truth. The gods are here, they are everywhere, and they are watching with curious gazes. They are undeniably powerful. Perhaps not the ultimate lifeforms that many have idolized them to be but they had a deep pool of strength that naturally comes from divinity. And that realization sparks the need to fight; the deep seeded want to prove ourselves worthy. And what does one do to prove that? Start at the head. He did not come like a mighty god would have. There were no flashing lights or loud acclaim to his arrival in the rather peaceful looking setting that had been painted for them. He appeared much like a normal person would; materializing out of the air and stepping forward to fully form. He'd felt the call, deep in his soul that was connected to the gem he kept. Someone was looking for him, calling out for him. And who was he to deny it? But it was not out of some need to prove he was a doting deity. In fact, it was quite the opposite. The humble, kindly Saiyan Inferno set his gaze upon the cloaked figure that stood in the epicenter of the grasslands. He took a moment to look in every direction, absorbing the sights, sounds and smells that came with a recreation of Earth. And then the strangest thing. A smile. "Well you certainly picked a nice place for a meeting," He said to the stranger, taking a few strides forward before he planted himself, several yards away from the summoner. "You seem to know who I am, as I felt you call to me directly. It seems I'm at a disadvantage." WC: 323 |
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| Aya | Mar 28 2016, 12:15 AM Post #3 |
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When are we eating?
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I picked this?" The warrior looked about, an action only made known by the hood of his cloak turning haphazardly left and right. He was cloaked, but not in regality. This was a tan brown, seemingly ratty piece of clothing that covered all of him but not because it was designed to. Rather because there was too much of it, and not nearly enough of him. To put plainly, he was short. Too short for a human. Then again some humans were exceedingly short. "I guess I did. I mean. I didn't mean to. Master Roshi said think of someone and you can fight them. I thought maybe this was like a virtual reality thing, like you see at arcades? But and so I had a dream a few weeks ago with this pillar of energy. So I thought of that. And you came. Oh boy I. I am just rambling here huh? Man I'm really sorry you're probably all kinds of important and here I am just... My name is Jormun. It's with a J like when you spell it, but you say it like a Y? Anyway I. Um. Master Roshi said that we could fight here and it wouldn't hurt my physical... Physical me?" He took a fighting stance which, to the trained eye, was littered with blind spots. To the every day fighter he had his fists up to guard his upper body, and his legs were shoulder width apart. He seemed focused on keeping his knees bent, seemingly (though they could not be seen) bouncing on his toes, literally everything a novice would focus on. And some things one might forget. For example his fists were gripped too tight. His weight balance was all wrong. And he was only looking at Chishan with his eyes, not bothering to take him in with all the fighting senses. "Can we... Can you go first?" |
| "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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| Chishan | Mar 28 2016, 03:46 PM Post #4 |
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The Saiyan Inferno
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Chishan blinked. The man -- or boy, it was hard to tell at that point -- standing in front of him didn't really seem to understand the purpose of the astral realm. He questioned the creation around them, looking about without ever removing his hood. The garment he wore was tattered and far too large for him, covering his entire form from head to toe. Yet he could practically feel the nerves in his voice as he spoke, addressing the situation as best he could. Master Roshi had taught him; that brought a soft, amused smile to the Saiyan's face as he continued to listen. Leave it to the Turtle Hermit to give a very base instruction on how the special gems worked. It was interesting to hear that this rather short person had experienced a rather glowing phenomenon in a dream and, upon recalling it, it had summoned Chishan. Interesting and curious, though the Lightning Lord hid his thought process on the subject behind a well-mannered smile. "Roshi isn't wrong, though clearly he didn't give you a full rundown of how the astral realm works," The Saiyan spoke with a small chuckle. "It's nice to meet you, Jormun. My name is Chishan. There's no reason to apologize; I'm not really that important," He continued, being as humble as he always was. "Roshi is right though; when you fight here, it just challenges the psychic recesses of your mind. You'll feel the pain temporarily why you are here but once you return to your actual body, you just retain the training you got from it," He explained the astral realm in all its glory, sounding just as wondered by it as the day he had first entered it. He watched as the cloaked figure took a fighting stance that was...well, it wasn't bad but it was lacking. He was still a bit green, though that didn't seem to dampen his spirit. Chishan nodded. "If you would like, sure," He got himself into a fighting stance, one that was much more refined and faced his now-opponent. There was a breath of silence and tension as the Saiyan gave the man a moment to adjust to the acceptance that he truly was about to fight. Then he was rushing forward, keeping his power at the normal five-spot he had grown accustomed to. He slid to a stop in front of the cloaked man and sent out a hard front punch for his chest, looking to test out his defensive capabilities with something...easily handled. WC: 421 TWC: 744 |
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| Aya | Mar 28 2016, 08:07 PM Post #5 |
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When are we eating?
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The punch came for Frieza and in a moment he had turned and dodged it, flatting his body to the side and dealing one, two, three backhand punches to the jaw and the solar plexus. Opening his mouth wide at such close range, a burst of ki shattered from his maw in a poisonous splash of energy. As he jumped backwards he revealed his real fighting stance, perfect and flawless, an age-tempered ancient Changeling style. No. The punch smashed into his chest and only a fraction of a second later, Jormund's hand came down. It was clear that speed was an issue, but his mind was working fast enough to attempt to block the attack. Air forcefully exhaled from his mouth as he took a half-step back, batting towards the hand again with a bit more force and knocking it away. Then the warrior stepped forward in a clear attack kata taken straight from a textbook and threw a wide punch that was aimed straight for Chishan's jaw. This attempted blow gave a glimpse of his actual fist. A forest green. Was it gloved, or was he some kind of Namekian? Following up on what the attack was supposed to do, the warrior rounded in for a knee strike to the gut. Of course if the attack was taken in any way other than advertised, it was bound to fail. As their battle continued, probably one of the more boring ones Chishan had been in within the last two years, "So do you do this thing often? Brain fighting? I mean it seems useful." WC: 265 TWC: 890 |
| "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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| Chishan | Mar 29 2016, 12:29 AM Post #6 |
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The Saiyan Inferno
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Chishan's fist hit true. But it only sat on the man's chest for a moment. The cloaked figure took a step back as his hand came down to knock the Saiyan's limb out of the way. He watched it with a trained calmness, round emeralds flicking from his own deflected arm to the fist now coming straight for his face. He felt it in his mind, a future echo of what the strike would feel like. The warning given, the Saiyan's body moved in reaction to it. His left leg swept to the side and his body followed after it, pulling him out of the line of fire. He only got a brief glimpse of the man's hand, a dark green tint covering the whole from wrist to digits. He couldn't make out if it was some kind of handwear or if it was simply flesh. As he grounded himself once more, he was in prime position to shoot his right arm down his body and take the brunt of the knee strike, his arm shaking heavily from the force of it. He was strong; there was no denying that. He grinned a bit, flashing his white teeth at the Jormun. "Not bad," He complimented him before he spun away, stamping his right foot into the ground to stop his body from traveling any further. "Sometimes," He admitted to the question as he leapt forward, spinning in the air and loosing his left leg in an attempted spin kick for his opponent's face. "I usually end up talking with people more often than fighting them. I'm a bit chatty, if you haven't noticed," He smirked as he landed on the ground and immediately kept the tension on, his fists rushing forward in a quick series of three punches for the sternum. He rounded it out with a front kick to the stomach, looking to knock his opponent away. "So how long have you been training with Roshi? I feel like I was just there a couple weeks ago. But the geezer does seem to find more students per week than anyone else I know." WC: 354 TWC: 1000+ |
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| Aya | Mar 29 2016, 11:29 PM Post #7 |
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When are we eating?
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"Thanks," Jormun responded with what sounded like a smile. As the warriors squared back up, the Saiyan came again with a flurry of attacks which basically tossed the unidentified warrior around like a sack of space potatoes. The first kick forced his head to turn, his body following suit with several stumbling steps. The three punches each landed in succession, though Jormun managed to strongside these, his feet burying in the ground just a bit to cement his position. The final kick, however, sent him flying backwards in a twirl of tan cloth and vaguely unidentifiable flesh. He landed in a lump, completely covered by the cloak. "Oh man," He said from underneath it, "This thing is super inconvenient sometimes," He stumbled to get up as Chishan asked his question. "I mean I trained with him like a little bit maybe last week? I guess they used to say he was a really hidden mystical master, but nowadays it seems like literally everyone trains with him. I guess that counts me too." He seemed to dust himself off underneath his cloak. He was wearing a cloak far too large for his size, but as he moved it became more clear that the cloak did more than that. It purposely covered pretty much all of his movements. "I mean don't get me wrong he seems to know what he's doing but I'm a bit curious as to how good I can get if I'm doing the same thing as everyone else? Is that weird? I mean just from what I've seen of you, you don't seem to be following like... any of the textbook." "I guess I'm pretty chatty too. Heh." He came for Chishan with one final strike, pulling his hand back for a telegraphed punch. His fist shook at the last moment as though he was summoning a great deal of inner strength in order to do something, and that something became clear after a moment. His fist was covered in energy as it flew towards the Saiyan's face, a wild whitish hued power that was clearly recently learned and yet to be mastered. WC: ??? TWC: 1k+ <But dat dramatic tension> |
| "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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| Chishan | Mar 30 2016, 01:13 AM Post #8 |
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The Saiyan Inferno
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Chishan had forgotten what it was like to spar a stranger, to engage in a round of fisticuffs as a way of meeting a person. One never truly knew another person until they fought them and the Saiyan Inferno had no problem showing Jormun his style. He never even questioned if he was giving away too much information. The cloaked figure was knocked around by the Lightning Lord's assault, managing to steel himself for the punches before the kick sent him soaring backwards. He crashed back into the ground in an amorphous clump. He'd seen very little of the man's true form during the attack, flashes of skin that were so brief they were like passing dreams. He cocked his head slightly as his opponent commented on the cloak, complaining of its occasional disruption. "If you don't mind me asking, Jormun; why do you wear it?" It was a simple question as far as the Saiyan was concerned. He didn't continue the line of questioning, leading towards inquiries over malformations or scarred tissue. He had just met the man; he wasn't about to interrogate him. His easy smile returned as Jormun brushed off the dirt from inside the cloak, speaking about Roshi and his training with him. "Well he gives you the guidelines for combat; preparing your body and mind for times when it will need to be steeled. His techniques can be altered so that you can use them with different gestures and such. Unfortunately, he may as well have a big neon sign above his island at this point; most people know he's there. Not quite hidden. Nor mystical, if you ask me," He said in jest. Jormun seemed to be settling in at this point, relaxing and not as nervous as he had been. The Saiyan Inferno had fallen into a lightly guarded stance when the man rushed him once more, his fist cocked and ready to fire. It was shaking ever so slightly, like all his strength and power was going into this one strike. One last hurrah, one might call it. But at the last minute, when it came rushing forward, he spotted the aura of energy that coated the limb. Too little too late to dodge so he threw his hands up in front of him in a cross and took the brunt of it, his heels bending off the ground to accommodate the strength behind it. He couldn't quite get a measure of it and it had looked rather unpracticed but there was strength there. Strength that maybe the man didn't even know about. "Damn!" He let out as he took a step back, shaking his arms out. "You may be new to training, Jormun, but you've definitely got some power there." WC: Doesn't even matter. TWC: 1000+ |
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| Aya | Mar 30 2016, 03:31 AM Post #9 |
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"Thanks!" Jormun said, sounding genuinely excited, "That's actually... well that's actually part of why we wear these. I'm from a planet called Serachi. Er well... I was. I mean I still am but now the planet is... not safe. Anyway we practice an art that we gained from the Kozakurans ages ago and evolved from there. It's called the Kaze no Kage." He pulled up his cloak just enough to reveal that he was indeed wearing gloves that seemed to go up as far as one could see, "In common we'd call it the shadow of the wind. We live our lives with these cloaks, and completely covered underneath. By mastering other fighting styles with them, we learn to implement the cloaks into the styles we learn. They may serve as a distraction to opponents or may cloud our preparation of techniques, or in some styles they are simply burdens that must be overcome, requiring new ways of thinking and adaptation of existing techniques. He dropped the covering over his arm again, and it slumped with a bit of a heavy thud, "Plus it's... well it's pretty heavy so it's akin to the weighted training gear that Saiyans wear. When our training is considered complete by the Serachi-jin Elders, we may take off our cloaks, and from then on we become like... the shadow of wind. Not heard, not seen, thought by many to not even be real." "We're kind of... very old fashioned on my planet. Or... you know. We were. About a half a year ago the PTO took us over. That's kind of why I want to... you know..." He made a gesture like showing off biceps to signal a desired increase in strength. WC: Yes. TWC: Many. |
| "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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| Chishan | Mar 30 2016, 03:17 PM Post #10 |
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Chishan was still shaking his arms out as Jormun began to explain about his background, earning him the Saiyan's full attention. He listened with the intent of absorbing all of the information, genuinely interested in where this man came from and why he had taken on training with Roshi. It was quite the story, mystical even, that detailed the meaning behind the cloak he wore and how it affected his fighting. He glanced at the exposed arm, covered in the glove that rose far above normal handwear standards. Shadow of the wind. He was intrigued just by the name of it, further enhanced by how it was used in tandem with the weighted cloak. He could definitely understand that; the armor he wore into battle was outfitted with weights so his body could gain from the workout even while he was in combat. And the training equipment he wore? Well a normal person would find it hard not be to flattened by the sheer weight of it. He was smiling by the end of the explanation, rather enamored with the lore surrounding the Serachi-jin. But that smiled waned a little as he spoke on how the PTO had come to the planet and conquered it. "Yeah, I can understand that," He said a bit soberly. "I have a friend who comes from a planet that was invaded by the PTO. His people have been fighting to stay alive each and every day. And now with everything going on on Namek..." He trailed off and glanced back at Jormun. "I'm sorry about your home. I'm sure that's not easy to accept. I only saw firsthand what the Planetary Trade Organization is capable of during the war and that wasn't as bad as the newly conquered planets. I've only heard stories..." WC: Words TWC: Words, words, words |
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| Aya | Mar 31 2016, 03:54 AM Post #11 |
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In the realm of the physical Eyes still closed in meditation, Frieza touched the communicator on his chest and said, "Send The Titan's Grave, Winter's Respite and the Frostwolf Fleet to Namek. Surround it and prep for re-invasion. Expect the heaviest of resistance." Frieza had no idea what was happening on Namek yet, or even if that's where Chishan was. But that planet held the Dragonballs, meaning if there was some kind of resistance, it should be met with the most lethal of force. --- "I mean... My people teach that revenge is not an answer, but it's pretty tempting you know?" He lifted his hand, head tilted to look down towards it and for a moment the fist itself was revealed and shaking. After a few seconds, it stopped and lowered. Jormun shook his head, "I guess that's the reason it's not the answer. It's so easy to want to kill in exchange for people you know being killed. But you don't come back from that." He looked up at Chishan, "If you're... planning on fighting them though. I mean really doing it. Could you... maybe train me too? Maybe if I learn from you I could find a way to do it that won't engulf me in revenge. Plus I should learn all kinds of different styles and your style is different from Master Roshi's so maybe if I pick up some things from you..." He stopped himself, "I'm sorry that's-- that's probably pretty rude huh? 'Oh hey nice to meet you, train me' kinda thing?" WC: Some TWC: Enough. |
| "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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| Chishan | Mar 31 2016, 04:48 PM Post #12 |
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Chishan nodded along with Jormun--and his people's--teachings. "Vengeance is a bottomless pit. If you fall into it, you'll never feel whole again. You'll be constantly trying to get out until the darkness of it consumes you completely," It was a sobering thought but one that he quickly followed up with a small smile. "It's good to be aware of those things. I'm glad you take that to heart." Training him. Chishan scratched his cheek in thought as his head cocked slightly. "Well I'd love to avoid fighting them. It'd be nice if I could just show up and get them to surrender. But something tells me that won't be the case. As for training, I'm always willing to help people out in learning new things," He laughed a bit at the sentiment that it was rude to just ask those things. "That's not rude at all. I can't tell you the number of people I've seen do that to Roshi. And between you and me, I'm a lot kinder than that old geezer," He flashed the man an amused grin. "I'll happily train you. I can't promise that I have a name for how I fight; it's more a combination of different styles. But if you want to learn how to defend yourself and fight to help others outside of revenge, I can hardly say no to that." WC: Little TWC: Lots |
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| Aya | Apr 3 2016, 07:04 AM Post #13 |
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In the realm of the real "Cancel it," Frieza said again. There was a surprising amount of mental strain in keeping up this false identity, recruiting another member of the PTO, all while also contacting the broad range PTO. "Fully arm Righteous Fury. Prepare the Frostwyrm Fleet. I'll be going there myself," - - - "I do appreciate that," Jormund said, and there was a polite chuckle which was somehow muffled behind his completely covered face, "I mean I'm still pretty new but I'll do my best." He turned his head upwards as though he was listening to something, "I think I'm being called back into the real world. This world isn't real, right? I wonder what you call it. Anyway, I guess we'll meet again, right? I look forward to meeting you in the other world someday. Until then, I hope we can meet here again for some serious training!" He looked down for a second then back up, hooded face looking in Chishan's direction, "How do I leave here, anyway? Should I just-- Oh, wait a second I think I g--" And like a parent just figuring out how to use a cell phone, he was gone mid-sentence. WC: lolk TWC: wbu? |
| "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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