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| The First Trial: A Turtle's Lust; Medium Quest | Solo | |
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| Topic Started: Jun 17 2017, 08:49 PM (140 Views) | |
| Shallot | Jun 17 2017, 08:49 PM Post #1 |
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[dohtml]<link href="https://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Roboto+Condensed" rel="stylesheet"><style> .hercule-container { width:500px; background-color:#090505; border:1px solid #964514; margin-left:auto; margin-right:auto; padding:10px; font-size:11px; font-family:Roboto Condensed; letter-spacing:1px; text-align:justify; } </style> <center><img src='http://i.imgur.com/MuFgBCY.png'></center> <div class='hercule-container'>[/dohtml] "... and you can yours today for the low price of $19.95--" was all the television could get out before Mr. Satan grabbed the remote and turned it off himself. Nothing but damned commercials on these days. How could a man get five hundred channels on a single television station and still find nothing good to watch? Ugh. This was no way to spend his day anyway. He stood up from his chair and left his lounge, opting to go outside. It was a beautiful day outside and he was going to spend it right. He began to throw some punches at some kind of shadow in front of him, pretending that he was sparring with himself. He was trying to refine his fighting, become stronger, become faster. One of his students from the Blackheart Dojo, one that recently fell to his might, approached him during this training session. He nearly got punched in the face, only saved by Mr. Satan snapping back into reality and realizing what he was doing. "What do you want, son?" The student tried to come to, a little shocked that his head was almost smashed in by the Champion, and quickly came back to reality himself. "Oh, uhh, I couldn't help but notice you were still trying to get stronger, sir. There's another way to go about it, you know." Hercule let off a small smile. He was happy that his student was taking such an interest in his activities. "Well, enlighten me then. What else could I do to get stronger than I already am, kid?" The student grabbed a picture from the back of his pocket, showing it to Hercule. It depicted an old man wearing a turtle shell on his back and wearing a pair of sunglasses. Hercule looked at the picture intently for a moment before raising his right eyebrow. "I was hoping you were going to show me something interesting, not your great-granddad's vacation photos." The student quickly tried to correct the first impression that Hercule got from the photo. "No, no, his name is Muten Roshi! He's a great martial artist and the creator of the Turtle Style! Even Crin himself couldn't lift a finger to him the last time they fought, so I know he might be able to teach you something at the very least!" Hercule thought back on that description for a moment. He fought people he utilized the Turtle Style once or twice. But he thought that Jackie Chun was the one who used that style prominently in the tournaments of the past. In any case, he had a mission. "I'll take this, if you don't mind." He was given the photo by the student, Hercule shoving the picture into his pocket. "Looks like I'm going track me down a turtle." The student jumped for joy at the thought of his master going to train with the legendary Roshi, rather than trying to face him in combat head on. He'd come back stronger, which meant they would be able to learn more in the long run. "Tell the others I'm going out for a run. Don't wait up." Hercule walked over to his garage, jumping into one of the flying cars he had in his collection. He wanted to make this trip alone. Starting up the engine, the car began to rev up before flying into the sky, heading out into the great oceans of the Earth in search of Kame House. Hopefully the old man would actually have a few tricks up his sleeve to show Hercule. [dohtml] <hr> <center>603 / 3,700</center></div> [/dohtml] |
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| Shallot | Jun 17 2017, 09:10 PM Post #2 |
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[dohtml]<link href="https://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Roboto+Condensed" rel="stylesheet"><style> .hercule-container { width:500px; background-color:#090505; border:1px solid #964514; margin-left:auto; margin-right:auto; padding:10px; font-size:11px; font-family:Roboto Condensed; letter-spacing:1px; text-align:justify; } </style> <center><img src='http://i.imgur.com/MuFgBCY.png'></center> <div class='hercule-container'>[/dohtml]About an hour passed before Hercule finally tracked down Roshi's location. For those that didn't really know about the Turtle Master, it must have been pretty difficult to find him or even get a hold of him. Luckily enough, Mr. Satan had access to satellites and radars that could track people down no matter how far they were away from society as a whole. That was a bit dangerous in the wrong hands, but Hercule was doing it in the pursuit of proper training. Hopefully that money doesn't go to waste on the old geezer. He let out a gentle sigh as the car finally came to a stop on the sands of Roshi's island. That alone was enough to prompt the master to come out of his home, and truthfully, Hercule was just a bit disappointed. He hoped that those skinny limbs and old age were just a matter of lighting in the photo, but it seemed tht he was just as skinny and old as he was in the photo. How the hell could this guy be a world-renowned martial artist?! Despite instantly judging this book by its cover, Mr. Satan wasn't going to just give up here. He still had to know if this man could teach him anything that he didn't already know. Hopping out of his car, he began to speak, only for Roshi to hold up his hand. "There's only one reason a young champion like you comes out to see a man like me. You want to be trained, is that it?" His mind was instantly read-- well, not really read, more like the old man was able to predict why Hercule was here. And it was very true, while Mr. Satan was very well known, there was really no reason for him to come anywhere near this place if it wasn't for one reason: training. He gave Roshi a quick nod, only for Roshi to take off his sunglasses. His eyes squinted at Hercule, as if he was being sized up by the man. Did he doubt Hercule's strength, or was there something else that could be seen within him? He quickly put his sunglasses back on and let out a chuckle. "Well, I don't know if I can help ya for free, Champ. You've got all the money in the world, but no amount of cash can replace my true passion: dirty magazines! If you can get me the latest Hustler, I'll teach you anything you want." Hercule was dumbfounded. Not only was this an old man trying to teach martial arts, but now he was a pervert on top of that? This was getting more annoying by the second, but if this guy was everything that he was rumored to be, it was worth it. "You just want a dirty magazine? I'll do you one better, old timer." Grabbing his cell phone and dialing a quick number, he turned away from Roshi for a moment. He was quickly connected to someone. "Sebastian, get Rebecca on the phone." Another pause of silence filled the air before Hercule spoke again. "Darling, I know you're working, but I need you out here. Yes, the island. Okay, thank you." He hung up the phone, only to bring his gaze back to the confused Roshi. "So, uhh.. what have you got to drink here?" Another hour passed while Roshi and Mark drank a few mugs of beer-- the old man may not have shown his skills in martial arts, but he sure had a good taste in alcohol. Before they could even get a little drunk, Rebecca had arrived. She was his assistant, the woman that handled the media for him at most times. Normally she wouldn't get much attention from Hercule, so she jumped on this chance. [dohtml] <hr> <center>639 / 1,242 / 3,700</center></div> [/dohtml] |
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| Shallot | Jun 18 2017, 02:39 PM Post #3 |
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[dohtml]<link href="https://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Roboto+Condensed" rel="stylesheet"><style> .hercule-container { width:500px; background-color:#090505; border:1px solid #964514; margin-left:auto; margin-right:auto; padding:10px; font-size:11px; font-family:Roboto Condensed; letter-spacing:1px; text-align:justify; } </style> <center><img src='http://i.imgur.com/MuFgBCY.png'></center> <div class='hercule-container'>[/dohtml]Unfortunately for her, it wasn't his attention that she was going to be gaining. As soon as she entered the home, Roshi was already leaking blood slightly from the nose. "O-Oh, uhh.. who's your friend here, Tan Dynamite?" Hook, line, and sinker. Roshi already took the bait and, based on the look upon his face, he was more than willing to do anything just to have a minute alone with this girl, let alone have her to himself. He looked like a rabid wolf waiting to pounce upon his prey, only for Rebecca to look at Hercule with a frightened look. "U-Umm.. sir, why did you bring me here?" Mr. Satan saw that the situation was beginning to devolve, so he took a more relaxed approach and stood up from the sofa, standing beside his assistant. "Our friend here, Master Roshi, has offered to let me train under him. However, I couldn't convince him off of strength alone. I had to bring him the most beautiful girl I had ever laid my eyes on, and, well.. you know the rest." The assistant quickly let a blush rise to her cheeks as she looked at Roshi. "Oh, well.. gosh, I'm honored.." Two hooks, two lines, two sinkers. Both of them were wrapped around Satan's little finger, now it was just a matter of how to make the puppets dance. He had no idea what Roshi would do with an actual model in front of him, so Hercule needed to take control of the situation before the old geezer did anything he might regret. He didn't actually believe what he said about Rebecca either-- the fact that he had a sex drive at all was completely credited to the fact that he still held memories about his dear wife. He couldn't see himself with another woman after that tragedy.. not again. He'd just raise his daughter and then live a life of luxury as the Champion. Yet he was here trying to become stronger, so things don't always go as planned. Hercule quickly dove forward and landed beside Roshi, whispering into his ear. "Five minutes. Alone. With her. And all you have to do is train me in the Turtle Style first." He didn't know what ran through Roshi's head in that moment, but it was enough to get his nose practically spewing blood with pure excitement. The thought of having someone as beautiful as Rebecca alone with him for five minutes to do as he pleased.. well, it was an offer he had no idea how to refuse. "You drive a hard bargain here, Afromoo, but I accept your offer. After the training, right?" Hercule gave a swift nod. He wasn't going to actually let him get away with getting Rebecca first. He had to at least find out what was so special about this perverted old man. "Alright then.. you and the beautiful young lady here can follow me. I know a place." A location change, got it. "Alright, Rebecca. We're heading out!" She instantly followed him into his car, both of them entering as Roshi crossed the sea on turtleback. It was a surprisingly fast mode of transportation, the car struggled to keep up with him as they reached another piece of land. It was isolated and, well, crowded wasn't the word he'd use for the civilizations in this forest. It looked like there was scars and marks upon the land as well. Perhaps it was signs of the past training that had occurred here? He didn't know, nor was he going to make an assumption. However, if this was all due to what Roshi was capable of, maybe he did choose the right teacher for the time being. They went a little inland before Roshi finally came to a stop, looking dead at Mark.[dohtml] <hr> <center>645 / 1,887 / 3,700</center></div> [/dohtml] |
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| Shallot | Jun 18 2017, 03:10 PM Post #4 |
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[dohtml]<link href="https://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Roboto+Condensed" rel="stylesheet"><style> .hercule-container { width:500px; background-color:#090505; border:1px solid #964514; margin-left:auto; margin-right:auto; padding:10px; font-size:11px; font-family:Roboto Condensed; letter-spacing:1px; text-align:justify; } </style> <center><img src='http://i.imgur.com/MuFgBCY.png'></center> <div class='hercule-container'>[/dohtml]"We have have met under humorous pretenses, but do not mistake me for some funny man. My training is anything but fun. Once you choose this path, there's no going back, Champion. Do you still accept my training?" He thought about it for a moment, considering the thick, added tension in the air. Was he really about to accept the teachings of this perverted old man? No, it wasn't even like that anymore.. this man really looked like a martial arts master once his tone turned a bit more grim. He was going to put Hercule through the wringer. Gulping down air slightly, he opened his mouth to speak. "I do, Master Roshi. Show me what ya got!" It was hard to tell through the bounty of white facial hair that he adorned, but Roshi cracked a small smile. To be teaching the Champion wasn't exactly an honor to those who actually knew his strength, but it was nice to see even he could have a want to get stronger. "Your first trial is to move this boulder then." Roshi moved away, referring to the practical mountain behind him. Of course, it wasn't really as big as a mountain, but fuck it could give one a run for its money. "Most of my students couldn't even manage to move this behemoth an inch.. so I'm curious how you'll do." Hercule couldn't lie-- he was intimidated. Did he make all of his students do this? Well, there was no point in stalling. Perhaps it was time to see what he could do after all. Hercule pushed against the boulder with both hands and dug his feet into the ground, beginning to grunt heavily. It was a good show, but the boulder.. it actually began to slide across the ground with ease. Even Roshi was amazed, and as Hercule pushed it a foot away from its resting position, he began to laugh. "I understand now.. most people would be too frightened to move the rock, so you used a prop, knowing most of them wouldn't even bother. Well, ya can't fool me!" He kept laughing out loud at what was considered to be Roshi's cunning strategy, but the old timer just stood there in a daze. He was actually taking this seriously, because that boulder must have weighed at least a couple of tons, and yet Hercule was able to move it fairly easily. Was he much stronger than he let on, or was he actually powerful enough to really be the Champion? In any case, Roshi wasn't going to let him get off that easy. Regaining his composure, the Turtle Master began to speak once more. "So you can move the rock, great.. but that's only the first part of your trial. Now that you can move, let's see what you can break. Smash this boulder into pieces with a single punch, and then we'll see what else we can do." Hercule wasn't even slightly worried. This thing was just a prop, so he should be able to tear through the paper no problem, right? He cocked his fist back, screaming out to the heavens. "Take this, you brute boulder! Megaton Punch!" His fist smashed against the boulder, sending pain surging through his knuckles right down his arm to the shoulder. This was not paper. As he exclaimed in pain, the boulder began to crack down the middle, only to break in half. It revealed that it was actually all solid rock on the inside.. it was no prop and Hercule, despite his pain, was the one responsible for breaking it. "What the hell..?" First fighting against Crin, a renowned master of martial arts, was extremely easy. Now he was able to break a thick boulder like this with a simple punch? [dohtml] <hr> <center>641 / 2,528 / 3,700</center></div> [/dohtml] |
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| Shallot | Jun 18 2017, 04:00 PM Post #5 |
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[dohtml]<link href="https://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Roboto+Condensed" rel="stylesheet"><style> .hercule-container { width:500px; background-color:#090505; border:1px solid #964514; margin-left:auto; margin-right:auto; padding:10px; font-size:11px; font-family:Roboto Condensed; letter-spacing:1px; text-align:justify; } </style> <center><img src='http://i.imgur.com/MuFgBCY.png'></center> <div class='hercule-container'>[/dohtml]Even Mr. Satan himself was a bit unsure of what was going on. Sure, he boasted strength that surpassed most humans, but he didn't go much beyond that. it was a struggle to keep his title against the up-and-comers up until recently, so what the hell happened to him that caused such a surge in strength? Roshi stepped forward, prying his gaze away from Rebecca long enough to speak to him. "Even you're surprised by this.. to be honest with you, I just thought you got a lucky punch in on some poor sucker and rode the fame all the way up to the top, but it seems that you're a lot stronger than I gave you credit for. I don't do this often, but maybe you can learn how to use Ki." Ki.. nope, didn't even ring a bell. He didn't know what it was-- well, his daughter, Videl, had maybe mentioned it once or twice while she was learning how to use it. Hercule wasn't too concerned with that kind of thing though. "Come, sit." Roshi folded his legs in and sat on the forest floor. Hercule followed after him and sat across from the master. "Close your eyes and let your blood flow through you. Focus on nothing but the energy in your core." The Champion didn't like where this cultist-esque movement was coming from, but he followed his directions, wanting to see what awaited him at the end of this journey. He began to focus on his core, feeling the latent energy within just waiting to be tapped. He could actually see it pretty clearly-- more than liekly due to his toiling in the martial arts. "Now bring that energy from your core to your hands by focusing on the path." Hercule shifted his focus from the core to his arms, trying to raw the energy out. But it didn't move. It didn't even budge slightly. To the trained eye, it looked like he wasn't even trying, but in reality, Hercule was focused on it with all of his mental strength. But for some reason, he couldn't even get a slight amount of energy to come out. "Come on now, stop toying with me. Focus and bring the power out." The students that managed to come this far usually were able to make a sphere of energy in their hands, but if Hercule couldn't even manage that.. was he somehow immune to any sort of ki control? Mr. Satan tried to bring it out one more time, only to break his concentration and gasp for breath. Rebecca, who was pretty much ignorant to everything in the situation, just looked on with mild concern for the champion. "You can't even use Ki..? Hrm. Then how are you so strong? No, it's no matter. We can work around this." Roshi got up from his sitting position and offered Mark a hand. The Champion took it, being helped onto his feet. "The fact that you have become so strong without the usage of Ki even slightly is astounding, Hercule. Maybe instead of learning how to use your Ki, you can learn how to use that strength in more martial arts.. let's go back to my island. I'll show you more about the Turtle Style's more physical properties." It had been a while since someone was interested in the more raw matters of his fighting style. Usually he was riddled with requests of being taught the Kamehameha technique and that was it, but with this guy not even able to learn it.. it was the perfect opportunity to pass along some better teachings to someone who has the influence to spread those teachings.[dohtml] <hr> <center>620 / 3,148 / 3,700</center></div> [/dohtml] |
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| Shallot | Jun 18 2017, 04:16 PM Post #6 |
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