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Post by Puar on Jul 17, 2021 21:30:34 GMT -5
It was a simple meditation for the Librarian and it was something she felt was needed. Her mind was wondering after her small date with Mate Long, the acceptance into the Master Ratification Tournament, and her lingering past coming back to light in her mind. The shape shifter needed a break. Well, close to one anyway. This was not much of a break so much as just separating her mind from her body and focusing on something else.
She went to the Astral Realm and at first it was a black space. She stood there and started creating her dojo, or what she would want it to look like… assuming she impress them enough. It was a nice little shack with a floor mat in the middle room which would be used for practice and sparring.
It was simple.
“There we go,” she said and stood there in the middle of the sparring room and awaited a person to connect with her.
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Post by Future Gohan on Jul 23, 2021 22:28:09 GMT -5
Brimming With LifeThe rogue elite hovered just above a pillow made of the finest satin and Egyptian silk thread variant made- known to man. Jordan's eye lids covered the emerald orbs that lay just beneath- letting his mind connect to the realm of the astral, sending his own projection to that oddly defined realm, as though he were being beckoned by someone, or something. As his mind took traversed through that tantalizing realm, that it had not been on in quite some time, his body was at peace- serene, as it had to be in order to survive the perils of that verse. Our clandestine hero opened his eyes and was met with quite a strange sight- well strange to others perhaps. A vague wave of energy and wind seemed to secrete a quite heavy expression between the two warriors. Jordan couldn't help but grin as he looked about the realm and how it conjured itself to this strange entities will and admonition. Simple, but not as humble as it let on to be.
"Well hello there friend, I am Jordan. Whom might I have the pleasure of meeting"?
The rogue elite waited patiently as the whistles of the airborne birds, or what he thought sounded as such, passed by the unscrupulous structure in it's most feeble of construction- teeming with it's creators inept design. WC: 226 / 226 TWC: 388
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Post by Puar on Jul 24, 2021 9:51:22 GMT -5
Her feline ears twitched at the greeting, and she turned to see the rogue elite and she met his emerald pupils with her own hazels. She blinked while putting a smile on her face. "Puar," she simply stated. Her voice always came off proper and teeming with intellect. Add in glasses upon her face and it was too easy to pass her off as a nerd, by Earthling labels. But her body told a different story. It was fit and lined with lanky muscles which did not impair her femininity. Her stature wasn't slouched and just by one good look from a seasoned warrior they could tell she was a martial artist.
There was no doubt about it.
"And you are? If you do not mind me asking," she asked while turning the entirety of her body to face him. She was on the shorter side of 5 feet, about 5'4. She was very furry, but the fur was quite neat and a shade of blue, which complimented her golden eyes quite well. She covered her body with a specialized shoulderless chinese dress which had dripped down in-front of and behind her torso and thighs, displaying her hips freely but covering the very middle portions of her lower half. Upon her shoulders was very short cloak that did not hang past her chest, and only covered her shoulders. Looking further down, she wore the strangest boots, or rather they were long enough to be just seperate pant legs and styled as such too, with a bagginess to them. They both ended with sandals which housed her feline claws on her toes.
She had patterns upon her blue fur which would lead him to associate her more with a tiger than just a regular cat.
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Post by Future Gohan on Jul 24, 2021 11:21:44 GMT -5
Introductions of Serene Distort The creature had intellect, no doubt, as it were able to speak- "Puar" - the name hitting the Saiyan ears of our beloved hero. Jordan continued to grin, in a friendly and curious fashion, as he bowed slightly to show the respect to a fellow warrior. This being, was clearly of that disposition, the air was heavy indeed as both their aura's seem to swirl and influence the world around them with the latent power they enlisted within their vernal-like vessels their spirit dwelled within. The feline looked like a tiger ready to pounce upon it's prey, yet held a peaceful and inquisitive look to her. Jordan walked closer, his shoes softly brushing the tattered rug beneath him. As he came within three or four feet from the creature- he slowly unveiled the hood from his brow- his golden locks shone lightly in the dimness of their surroundings. " One could say I am a relic of the past, and one could say that of the future. But I fear my time in this realm will soon come to an end, as I am needed elsewhere. However, I am searching for one who might help change the tides of this verse for good....and I feel my search is coming to an end. When that time comes, he - or she - will take my mantle and my student as their own and search out warriors who might help him in this timeless clash of good and evil. Which side of his fist will you stand? Along with, or against? I feel all too many different aura's in this world, hopefully he will find the allies I once had to help rid the world of this toxic and evil stench"... The warrior kept his powers suppressed to that of the feline before him, but in his elevated transformation he would well be over one million in the blink of an eye if he released but three quarters of his strength- or so he estimated. For now he would keep things as peaceful as they had greeted him. WC: 346/ 572 TWC: 1028
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Post by Puar on Jul 24, 2021 12:09:44 GMT -5
With his approach and his aura at a peace, Puar was not once placed on guard. That was a testament to this man. As all should know, a feline knows when to flare its fur or when they knew they were safe. And so she felt that way…
She felt safe. The only movement she made was to adjust her glasses, in a very cliché manner, and the feline master-to-be opened her ears to the warrior of both the past and future. His speech started up past anxieties and brought forth the faces of her enemies that she had yet to face with her own strength. But to the feline woman the line between good and evil was always thin…
But she thought herself to be on the side of good. “I can assure you that my agenda is only tainted by retribution and it is against beings I find evil. I would like to think I am on the side of good but I am not vestal of sin. So long as your protégé that you are searching for doesn’t mind a dash of sin. Regardless, I am on the side of good if there were sides between those moralities that were clear."
Puar knew she wasn’t perfect, but she also understood what this man meant. He needed allies against the truly wicked and evil.
She didn’t like true wicked. She was definitely someone he spoke of as an ally then.
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Post by Future Gohan on Jul 24, 2021 12:27:46 GMT -5
Alliances Forged From Fur and Wit The adjustment of the felines eye wear caught a ray of light and reflected it back onto Jordan's own brow, he could feel the source warm in it's place. Jordan listened intently, all the while measuring the stature of not only the subtleties this creature had given- but to the context in which her speech divulged its own conclusions of moral fiber. The half breed nodded as though agreeing silently to the rebut- after all none were without sin, especially those with blood-soaked hands. It was only natural to have some err in one's life. Else they would be like the gods' and even they weren't all that holy, at least from the one's he had encountered in his time in this accursed realm.
"I must agree, none are without a bit of failure and tribulations in one's life that might steer them away from the light and into some array of darkness. In my opinion, it actually helps to understand what is truly wicked and what is justified. In any case, I have been on my search for this light and his beacon is calling to me. I will tell them of your stature and that you may be one to call upon in the hours of darkness that seem to bleed all over the verse I have come to love".
Jordan let his words reach Puar's and took a few steps toward a wall and nodded over toward it. The warrior let his own mind influence the wall in this realm to hint at his past and experiences with the wicked, at least the one's he deemed to be as such. A sinister figure came upon the wall and stood as thick as the black hair that crowned his head, a red armored male with a crooked smile was now a two-dimensional image upon it. The images filled like a wonderful canvas of past battles and afflictions with the being known as the "cosmic emperor" and known associates that once plagued Jordan had filled in the rest of the wall.
These are some of the wicked forces I have come toe to toe with in my time in this verse and I fear that they are ever prevalent and a ferocious enemy that needs to be kept in check. Else the light will fade from this verse and darkness shall continue to abate the goodness from it. Do you know of this man, known as Chaos and other monikers. These are his associates, at least...last known"
The half breed reached out with his mind, and if the being would let him- showed him battles of his past engagements with the deviants that painted the side of the dojo. Jordan would show the tyrannical and genocidal nature of the Cosmic Emperor and his band of various lords, at least the experiences he had with them. Jordan didn't invade Puar's mind, only nudged and, if allowed, exchange those experiences and information with the feline.
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Post by Puar on Jul 25, 2021 10:08:33 GMT -5
Puar only watched as Jordan moved toward the wall. As the wall was influenced. She saw the being that he created appear and her ears twitched in odd recognition. She did not recognize him in that appellation, but also did not even know too much about the man named Chaos other than…
“I’ve seen him at the academy once or twice. He didn’t seem as wicked as I am seeing now,” she said. There was no doubt in her voice, however, as she spoke. Like they have mentioned and seemed to silently agree on was that there was barely a being in this verse without sin.
It was always the weight of the sins carried, rather the amount. Puar did not shy away from his mental link and she braced herself to witness his experiences with the Cosmic Emperor and his Lords. She was only astonished at the facts of this wickedness being so close to her –
And guiltily she was excited and intrigued. She was a Grand Scholar after all, and not just that either. She was a Librarian, and one of a Librarian’s guilty pleasure was knowledge and understanding of everything interesting and unknown.
Chaos interested her. No. The Cosmic Empire interested her. Was it something worth studying? But now that he mentioned the Cosmic Empire, Puar started to pick up on things she may have heard in the past about them. They were not subtle.
They had control of Namek for a time, but there was word of Damaskia making a push to seize control.
They were a pivotal ally to the Fallen Empire, and that-- now that was another story. As she soaked in the experiences her fur waved softly and her eyes simmered to a close. It was like an odd chill that went down her spine.
“I will be a lot more weary now that I know more about him and his confreres,” she said with her eyes springing back open. “Your awaited shining light,” she started referring to the man or woman that the rogue elite spoke of. “Make sure to send him my way. I may not be much and only a master-to-be, but I have within me teachings, styles, and disciplines that were passed on to me by a former master of the Wudang Schools.
“Even if they are not comfortable or ready for a commitment to a school or teaching, the best I can do is give them understandings of the I Ching and of unbroken Yin and broken Yang… o-oh I am sorry,” she said cutting herself off with her face flushing a bit.
“I tend to carry on too much. If I didn’t stop myself I would have started to recite the entire 64 hexagrams.”
She smiled and then cleared her throat. “But that is something I am not qualified to do until I am an officially licensed master. So I will not do that now…. Plus I could totally mess it up.”
The last of her speech broke her common placed tone of intelligence and she sounded much more down to earth and a bit more goonish, or more like slum talk. Puar was definitely a strange one. It was as if she was hiding who she truly was, something that was hard to gather but never impossible.
“But carry on warrior of the past… and please with haste find your future. Send them or even yourself if able, to Kelioux Academy and ask for the Librarian Puar.”
She gave him a moments time to respond to her and address anything she had said...and then without much of a word said afterwards, and if a question was asked that needed answering – she would only smile to it with a tilt of her head and her form would fade away like a mist bring blown by a gentle wind.
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Post by Future Gohan on Jul 25, 2021 13:43:23 GMT -5
Cool Breeze and Friendly Vibes Jordan could feel the feline next to him and her mind open to his experiences of the self proclaimed, cosmic emperor. The half breed listened as the thin tongue of his new-found ally flicked with the tenacious and serene character of the deadly black mamba. As the wall sync back with the purity of white, the warrior's ears were met with the catty song of Puar. It spoke of necessities and futuristic banter, one he would - or rather - the new light would indulge and he would surely pass on to. The mood began to collapse and all of a sudden it was only he and the bluish-feline. The proxy gave him calamity to continue with his pursuit, and that he would. No doubt he made an ally for the betterment of the verse and for the one who would soon take his mantle! " Well, it has been a good venture into this realm indeed. I wish you good fortune and luck in your future endeavors. I will ensure my student and progenitor find you when the hands of time permit it. I would love to meet in person, face to face, if time permits it shall be done. If not, best of luck to you and your trials as a master. I fare thee good will and fortune, farewell". WC: 224 / 1296
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