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Trial of the Turtle; Lyra + Lilim
Topic Started: Jun 13 2017, 05:29 PM (339 Views)
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Roshi's Trial

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Master Roshi has taken you under his wing. After training with him for awhile he gives you his trial. It will be an intense mental and physical gauntlet. Only his best students have survived!

Reward: +500 zeni, +5 DP, +40 all stats, +5 Rp Credits

Bonus: +55 all stats, +8sp, +1 free Roshi taught technique

Requirement: Must have trained with Master Roshi for 2 weeks and must be under 35,000 PL.


Succulent morsels were these souls--she supped upon their sin and guilt like a fine course, the sustenance running through her body like lightning bolts of amplified power. They were not overly strong, not like the ones she had feasted upon back on the planet of volcanoes and brimstone, their powers far above that of average human warriors--but these compensated for the lack of raw power in the supple nature of their previous crimes, their black hearts steeled by the infractions against their own kith and kin. Some were blacker than others--punishing them by consuming their souls was such a harsh judgement, but one she enjoyed so thoroughly--their corpses remained, of course, and while she could feast upon their remains, there was another reason to leave their bodies upon the blood-soaked soil of the road, the Demonic Queen licking upon her sharpened talons to clean them of the gorey mess she had created in the upheaval. They had put up a fight--nothing so dramatic, of course--but their resistance had been futile and amusing, seeking to stop her with weapons designed for mortals, rather than demons--weapons far harsher had touched her skin during her thousands of years. She almost laughed at what they had used to try and defeat her--some men just refused to give up.

Oh, she loved the tenacious prey.

Her burning, crimson eyes strolled towards the side of the ruined convoy, stepping atop one of the dead men at her feet, causing her to rise up a little from the ground as she peered curiously upon the village in the distance. She could already feel the presence closing in towards her, quietly, timidly--bottom feeders such as this typically hid their presence as much as possible, to dispose of the remains by gorging themselves on what scraps they could find in the under-realms. Were this hell--at least, one of its various pits--she would not have paid this creature any mind. But to see something like this dwelling within the mortal realm, weaving from hiding place to hiding place, masking her presence, it was something altogether surprising. Mayhaps she was weak--weaker demons found themselves reconstituting far faster and being able to slip through the smallest cracks of the divine veil between the living and the damned--and yet, there was... an intelligence to this one.

Strange... most of her kind would have recoiled and hid as far as possible from her power and visage. But this one dared to draw close, to find an opportunity, mayhaps. That was why the Willbreaker delayed consuming the flesh of her fallen victims--both to feed the opportunistic vulture that closed the distance, to lure out the fellow demon that had found itself in the warmth of man's domain. How... fascinating. Yes, the way she was moving... there was an intelligence there, a will of metal that had yet to be truly forged and tempered... she was made of something far, far sterner than her other kin, though if that was the case before or after she entered this realm...

Well, why spoil the suprise already with empty supposition? She wanted the truth from the mouth of this one--one way or the other.

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She should have fled. Lyra knew she should turn around and leave this place. Banish it from her memory. To linger on this field of death but a single moment could give breath to the last verse of the litany that was her life. Was it the dead and dying that incited her hesitation or was it something else? Her emerald eyes remained fixated upon the only living force amidst the ocean of blood and gore. That subtle whisper in her mind that told her to leave was suppressed for the moment. She took great care when she moved closer. It wasn’t until she was a hundred meters away that the young demon chose to poke her head out from behind the ruined husk that once an armored vehicle.

Her feet hovered off the ground just above a decimated corpse. Tentative fingers reached down and picked up the lower portion of an arm but her emerald-eyed gaze never left the source of her dismay. The visage of a powerful demon wasn’t something that could easily be dismissed. Soon the young one stepped out with severed arm in hand. Her head tilted to the side which sent curls of raven black hair tumbling. Still hovering above the ground she flowed forward ever so slowly. There was a certain tenseness to her body that was akin to an animal uncertain of its surroundings. Provided with enough incentive she’d flee as if her very existence depended on it.

She did stop her forward momentum with careful manipulation of her ki so that she’d hover roughly twenty feet away. She’d discovered her new body possessed a degree of speed and perhaps that was the reason she felt such courage in the face of a being that would normally ignore her soon as erase her existence. The arm was lifted to her pale lips. In direct contrast to her delicate appearance she parted her lips and tear off a chunk of meat but stopped just short. Her brow furrowed in concentration as she stared at Lilim.

She spoke then, her voice rough and thick with a strange accent. She did not speak any Earthly language though. Instead the sinister dialect spoken only in their native realm flowed off her tongue. It was the first time Lyra spoke in… well ever. Her new form held a myriad of mysteries she had yet to discover. The shock in the depths of her eyes was unmistakable but she held out the arm after she said, “Offering.” The young demoness burned with hunger but her instincts told her she shouldn’t eat anything lest she offend the other. Normally she waited till she was the sole entity upon the field before she fed.

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That's right--closer, ever so slightly towards hither and hither. She felt her curiousity get the better of her, almost forcing her to leap from her precarious perch upon the middle vehicle that one of the other men had been piloting--the gun was careened to the side, as if it had turned to fire upon something too fast to aim at, and before the driver could have so much as pulled the trigger, he had died. This was the same fallacy of the other drivers and gunners--one of whom was the object of this one's hunger and fascination. Oh, she knew what critters like these were--feeders and recyclers, doomed and subjugated to cleaning the rot and filth wherever it may show up. This was their only form of sustenance--flesh and bone. Feasting on tatters and vittles, scrounging for morsels in a decadent shadow where eyes had gone still.

She brought her knees up to her chest before letting her legs lay to the side, leaning to her right as she proped up her brilliance with an elbow, crimson, glowing eyes staring towards the softly, slowly approaching form of something the Willbreaker had not expected to emerge from the depths of Hell--the Pit spawned many things of horror and intrigue, and yet to see the lowliest of the low emerge from that plane... well, the smaller the crack, the weaker a soul had to be in order to filter through to the realm of mortal kind. Here, such a scrounger would do well for herself--there was but plenty to feast upon, more than she likely would have ever encountered before...

Soon enough, the figure grasped upon a limb, sticky and wet with gore and violence, and yet she approached closer, as if mesmerized and commanded by some unseen force--the Queen was not exerting her power, aura, or influence as far as she was aware, but often than not, one's latent power was enough to break the will of others and bend them at the knee. Regardless of the why, a young, feminine figure approached, holding aloft the arm of a man, looking at it as a human would to a leg of a bird, and yet she offered it to the Queen that lounged upon the results of her wrath. She chuckled at length, rolling onto her back as she kept her eyes locked with the emerald orbs of her newest guest--looking at her upside down as she seemingly shivered with delight and curiosity. Lilim brought a single talon to her grinning fangs, nibbling on the end while the rest of her teeth bit into her lower lip, her thoughts clearly pondering the perponderance of opportunities that lay before her.

Oh, how delightful.

"I hath found my fill, young one--by all means, take thine fill, but I would have thine name--and how one souch a thee found thine way throughest veil and barrier," she cooed and toyed, rolling again onto her nude belly as her legs swung behind her, hinged with her knees. "Tell me thine story--I will have no details left unsaid. Do not think to leave or betray--you fell for mine snare at first sight."

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The young demoness simply blinked in response to being told she could take her fill of the carrion. With a slight tilt of her head the severed arm was brought up towards her lips. They parted which revealed pearlesque teeth and fangs for a brief moment before she tore off a small chunk and began to chew. The voice that filled the air and carried words to her ears weren’t immediately understood. For a time the young one stood there and continued to gorge herself on the dead flesh before understanding began to dawn upon her like the first rays of the morning sun.

The concept of carrying on verbal conversations was still a new concept to her but she spoke once more in the infernal tongue. “No memories from before I woke.” She swept her free hand out towards her surroundings to indicate that she meant that she woke up on this planet. She possessed no memory of her time from before beyond the bare basics of what she was and how she existed. What happened after that allowed her to find her way into the mortal realm escaped even Lyra’s understanding. She took another sizable bite. Her jaw unhinged and grew elongated to afford a larger bite.

Once she tore off a sizable portion her mouth clamped shut and her jaw returned to its “normal” position. As for her name she didn’t quite know how to respond to that. A single finger was placed against her cheek as she pondered over this. “Name,” she echoed back. That wasn’t something she’d possessed before. That is other than the derogatory terms aimed her way before she was reborn. Those didn’t seem to be appropriate given the situation so she didn’t recite them.

While she reflected on a name her gaze started to drift. That is until she caught sight of a blood soaked uniform that belonged to one of the dead soldiers. There was a single word stitched into it. The name there seemed like it’d suit her well enough. With her task complete her gaze shifted back towards Lilim. In a very uncertain tone she spoke the mortal tongue and called out the name she now claimed to be her own. “Lyra.” With that she offered Lilim a rather bleak expression void of emotion.

The young one was still largely a blank slate when compared to the complex psyche of other living entities.

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Justice. This was a word that pondered in the young warrior’s mind much more often these days and probably more than it should be. It all started with a woman who could not be touched, and then led on to the murderer of a man. Barkley always knew that her father was a killer. She also knew about how far her mother would go, if she needed to. Murder and death wasn’t foreign, nor was a lot of things that would paint an innocent image of Barkley if she didn’t know about them. Innocence was a danger. Barkley’s parents were not going to put her in danger.

Today was the trial for Master Roshi. Along with her was the stalker known as Issac of Frain, with his icy cool eyes avoiding eye contact with her and paying more attention to Roshi. Barkley ruffled through her nappy red hair and she stared at Issac. She stared to make it uncomfortable for him, hoping it would. Unfortunately for her, Issac was toning her out as they stood on turtle island and waited on the sleeping master to finish his nap, dirty magazine right on his face.

“Should I just wake him up,”
Issac asked while created eye contact between the two. Barkley glared at him, seeing that her bothering of him was nonexistent. “I mean, we don’t have all day, right? Master will stop accepting us if we get too strong. Trust me, we’ve been getting strong pretty fast lately. I actually feel my muscles getting bigger just standing here.”

Barkley couldn’t help but laugh at that, even though what he said was true. It was time to test that theory, however. There was a sly smile on her face as her hand twitched. A finger propped up and a single beam shot at Issac and aimed at his forehead. He ducked nonchalantly and formed a troubled frown with his eyes closing. After a huff, his eyes opened up and he looked up to Barkley with a matching sly grin as he returned the gesture, but this time with a larger blast. The two exchanged fire between one another, dodging skillfully in their game to out shoot the other.

What ended the game was when a shot fired off and splattered all over Master Roshi’s covered face. He quickly sprung to life as if he was set on fire, which was pretty accurate. Barkley winced, being the one to lose control and shoot him and she snapped her fingers. “Darn it, you got me.”

Issac laughed as he floated to the ground and pointed to Master Roshi. “This is how you wake up a pervert! Blasted in the face by a girl, it was perfect. Roshi gathered himself and he glared at the horizon of his sunglasses.

“Is this how you treat your elders? Oh lord, I’m tired of children.”
Master Roshi got up and wiped his face clean and placed his magazine down. “Now on to the trial of the turtle.”

Both Issac and Barkley stood still and next to each other as they received the instructions for the trial. “Issac of Frain. There is a forest west of Katabo Village. Within that forest is a special leaf that grows on a tree called “Livest Devil” I need to leaves of the tree to brew a tea. I’ll use this tea to enhance both of your ki channels.”

Issac nodded and he turned around and waved to Barkley. “I’ll be back Roshi! Shouldn’t take me too long!” He took to the skies and was off in the distance before Roshi turned to Barkley.

“And for you child. I’ll give you something a little more difficult. There is an army attacking Portobo Town. I’m sending you to battle an entire army, but I need you to gather any information you can so we can get the proper authorities involved. Be careful, once you come back Issac should be back with the leaves and the tea brewed.”


Barkley almost squealed in excitement, though it was tedious and she was told not to get involved. But an army? Did Master Roshi trust in her fighting ability that much? Or was he just still mad she blasted him in the face. She had to ask. “You aren’t… still mad at me for what happened earlier are you?”

“Of course I am! You idiot!”
His head enlarged and she shrunk to cover from his verbal attack. He returned to normal and coughed with his arm behind his back.

“However child, this has nothing to do with it. You see, Issac is already strong. He may be too strong and would do serious harm to the army. I am too old to act, and your strength fits the entire army. Even if you were to get into a skirmish, you will be fine. You also will add a good name to the Turtle School of Martial Arts. I hope that you choose this school after the master trials. I need a new teacher to take over. Like I said before, I am getting pretty old.”


That was the point of the master trial. At some point it was to see how well a person did with each school. It was purposed to encourage a person to take over a school when the master was no longer fit to teach. Barkley nodded to him. Master Roshi pointed to where the town was and Barkley was on her way after taking off into the eternal blue sky.

It didn’t take her too long, but she was finally at the town. The town itself was fine, but it was the stench of blood that caught her attention. The moment she landed outside the town, Barkley could smell murder all throughout the air and she immediately hid behind a bush for the moment. Her eyes poked out the bushes and she looked around to only see…death.

She gasped a bit, but it wasn’t out of fear or shock. It was out of a slight disgust. Why did blood smell so strong? More importantly why was there two people having a conversation as if this was normal… and was she eating one of them? Two females, one stark naked and the other….feeding? Being naked didn’t bother Barkley at all, she had seen that already. But, there were no cameras around to take pictures. Weird.

Barkley remained hidden, however, but didn’t know about her ki being transmitted. She didn’t have control over it yet so she was easily sensed.

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At first, there was confusion--she should have expected such a flaw. Mayhaps her meager origins had dulled her wits to the flowery nature that one could conjure through language and lyric. She was in no hurry--the Demon Queen's intrigue far outweighed any pressing matters of fortune or folly, and as such, she was full content to let the young demon fill her needs with the flesh of the fallen. Soon, however, those irises of green light seemed to waken just a hair, and the Succubus felt her cheeks tug upwards ever so slightly at the slow recognition--mayhaps a creature such as this was merely slow, or... well, it would not do to guess at the trials and trivails that plagued this pasty person. After all, the Willbreaker had not yet heard this one's tale or story--though it was not long before the girl slowly opened her lips and throat to speak. Her words were ragged, short--she was ill-used to the task of speaking, her body more suited to slinking in the shadows and staying out of sight of her betters.

Smart girl--survive first, speak later. If the Queen did not like the sound of her own voice, she might have subscribed to such a mentality as well, but as it stood, she was far, far more interested in watching and listening, manipulating and encouraging. After all, she had to use her whole to bring out the best--or worst--in others. Lilim's eyes narrowed heavily at the first of the girl's statements, red eyes filled with rage, lust, and power holding an intelligence, a thought, within them as she played around the words like a magnifying lens, as if to pull--extract!--the smallest hints of disingenuous statements from this cretin's statement, and yet--and yet Lilim knew the truth when it was spoken, her face softening again, as she propped her body up a little more with her elbows, no longer content to lay her chin upon her arms.

Even amidst the sound of flesh being ripped and eaten--poor thing, barely any manners to her, something the Queen would have to rectify indeed!--the demoness nodded as a wicked smile craved through her visage, understanding the sitaution such a lowly specimen was in--born again on this world, in a body that was likely not hers, in a realm that defied her understanding--oh! It was like seeing a child take in its world and seek to understand it. But she had needs--one of which was being tended to in the midst of their conversation, but the Queen paid it no mind. Savages such as they needed some leeway to allow for such... impulses. She had already gotten her fill already, lest she would have joined this child of a demon. Oh, how quaint.

"Lyra..." she sang, drawing every syllabel out long and weighted, as if to draw out the sound of the creature's name for an eternity, rolling back onto her wings and back, the fingers on one hand dancing in the air, as if manipulating something unseen--her nails swirled around something invisible, but nothing came or materialized--she finally finished her repetition of the name before looking back, sidelong, upon such a dispicable child--and suddenly, the Queen rose up, sitting up from her laying position as she looked over her shoulder and wing towards Lyra--a new, demonic visitor to the realm of mortal kind. "Welcome to the realm of mortals, then, dear, sweet, Lyra--here, we standeth poised to conquer and ravish to our hearts content--Oh, there art much that needs saying, that needs teaching," She said before pushing off of her perch and landing upon the ground, beside the green-eyed girl in a swirl of motion and flip, her wings folding upon the Succubus' back as she looked down her nose towards Lyra.

"Doust thou knowest mine name...? Shy away not--if thou knowest, speaketh mine name, and if thine mind still be void--I shall let you know of me and mine," she said, a clawed hand rising up to cup the young demon's cheek in comfort, in welcome--oh, there was so much work that needed to be done with this one, and yet--and yet she could see her being the blackest cloak upon the night sky--the screams, OH, the screams of her victims! She hissed a little as she took in breath, her body shaking from the mere thought of it! Oh...

"After all--thou shalt know of thine new teacher..."

It was then that someone else--someone else could be smelled upon the wind, and with a lax, almost bored gait, the Queen of Demonkind turned her head towards the side, eyes burning crimson of power and evil, looking straight towards the newly arrived woman of firey hair and young composure. Two young maidens to visit in such a short amount of time--one was already a demon, and likely easily dominated--but this one? This one was mortal--fresh. Her air was... ah, another student to a master, she knew that stance well enough.

"'Tis rude to eavesdrop, my dear--Come, introduce thineself."

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When it became clear that she did something to anger Lilim the young demoness nearly ran from the sheer level of fright that threatened to overwhelm her. It was due to that fear that she remained in place and even when Lilim visibly calmed Lyra wanted nothing more than to run away. The sound of her chosen name did calm her nerves to a certain degree. The repeated use of it caused her to tilt her head to the side. She grew curious. Was the elder demoness fascinated with the name or was she just toying with her the way Lyra toyed with the severed arm?

Then Lilim quite unexpectedly welcomed Lyra to this realm of mortals. Is that where she was? Emerald eyes shifted curiously across the field of death but quickly snapped back to Lilim as she vaulted forward and landed on the ground. One word echoed within the young Demon’s mind and it reverberated right down to the core of her being. Lilim had called her sweet and that immediately incited memories of how sweet the blood tasted as it filled her mouth. Was this elder Demon thinking about what she’d taste like then? The mix-up in communication caused Lyra’s body to go stiff and rigid. Her eyes widened ever so softly when she felt Lilim’s hand cup her cheek.

By this point attempting to flee would be next to impossible. Lilim had gotten entirely too close for that to be a viable option so the only thing left would be for Lyra to remain as still as possible and pray the elder Demoness would be distracted by something far more interesting than she. The question about if she knew the name of the elder Demoness incited another bout of fear to shoot through her body like a spear. Was it a trick question? The young demoness was a scavenger and knew next to nothing about her life before waking in the mortal world.

All she could do was offer a meek “I do not” in her native tongue in response. Her fear came to a crashing halt when Lilim mentioned that she’d feel the role of a teacher and it would create a measure of curiosity that allayed her fears for the time being. Whatever the elder Demoness intended with that statement was pushed aside for the moment as she reacted to the presence of another. Idly Lyra’s gaze shifted without so much as a flinch of her body for fear of inciting the elder demoness to attack.

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Barkley groaned the moment she was spotted. It was then she remembered that her presence was easily felt. Curses! She stood up from the bush and ruffled her hair a bit. It was hard to tell that the entire scene disturbed her with how she put on a knowing smile. “Okay I barely understood what you said, but I heard introduction. That… I won’t do outright, I don’t think you need to know my name. But I know that…that body muncher’s name is Lyra? Yours? You have to be someone important in the demon realm to be talking all high and mighty, so weren’t you going to educate this body mincer on that? You can call me Wanda if you want, just to throw out names for you to keep.”

She wasn’t tossing her name out recklessly. If she did that, then the world would know who she was. Her father and mother both had enemies, and she was not interested in attracting any of them. It was weird to be around so much death. Her father kept his work life away from her, and for good reason. At the same time, he made sure she acknowledged what this was and seeing all these dead bodies around irked her. Her eyes widened a bit and there was a glow around the iris. Unknowingly, she could see bright lights seeping from each body like a smoke signal.

Barkley had never seen this, or rather never tried to notice. Life. She could see life leaving them. At that moment, her aura changed. It was very unnoticed, but her aura would naturally start reading as human, despite her parentage. At that moment there were fragments of unusual patterns in her ki. Lilim would recognize it from the prison she spent so much time in, but it felt… it felt more like the prison itself. That was Lost tech for you. It simmered down though and her eyes returned to normal.

Barkley played it cool and she looked over to Lyra. She almost smelled the paralyzing fear from her. The girl was fresh, and not in a dress good type of way. Barkley could feel that Lyra was more of a child than she was. “Are you really… eating someone? Are you… I mean no you are a demon so you can’t be a cannibal. Do we taste good!? Is this where the weird jokes daddy always makes around mom come from!?”

The young red hair sniffed herself and realized that it was time for a bath and she winced. She had trained non-stop for a few days, especially with mom and dad out on a business trip to Toffit since this morning. Well, that is why she forgot to shower, they were home to remind her. Geez. Anyway, she didn’t smell tasty at all. Maybe Lyra liked the smell of dead bodies over lively ones. That was good, Barkley was alive.

She had nothing to be afraid of. Now on to the reason Barkley was here. She was here to stop an army already stopped and to make a good name for the turtle school. This was not going to make a good name for them, so instead she pointed her finger at the two of them and grouped the duo as…villains. “I was sent here to stop an army, but looks like you killed them. I guess that makes you two the villains of this story now, and I don’t like villains…”

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There was a sound from the Demon Queen, a chuckle, laughter suppressed as the intruder seemed rather hesitant to reveal her true name, more interested in the pair of demons than anything else. She did not smell of the village... no, her hair smelled of salt water, her blood that of a human tinged with something else... something familiar, yet unique on its own. And yet there was another sensation that accompanied the young girl's presence--she knew that feeling well, having spent days and years within the confines of that prison, and yet...

Yet this girl, Wanda, did not appear to be one of Kelioux's scholars or enforcers. There was something else to her than met the eye, likely exposure to something similar to the prison that had bound her for so long... yet she did not falter or fear, chuckling in her throat for a moment before bowing with a flourish, her wings spreading out to her sides to add weight to her form. "Ah--another youngling in this realm. Very well--thou art to know me as Lilim, Queen of the Succubi. Oh... such a pleasure to meet both of thee," she added with more of that sinister chuckling in her throat. Her introduction was more for Lyra's benefit than Wanda's; it was a polite gesture all the same. Her smile widened as she looked upon the mortal girl for a moment before looking towards Lyra.

"Doust thou hear that, youngling? She believeth us villains simply for killing such sinful men and sipping upon their blood. Would she condemn a tiger for slaying and feasting upon a doe, mine mind wonders? Many, much, and more art not beholden to thine standards and whims, foolish human." She tilted a hand towards Wanda while another snaked around her new student's hip, lovingly, as if Lyra was suddenly precious to the Demon Queen.

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