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Post by Deleted on May 3, 2022 19:17:16 GMT -5
• Astral Plane • The mysterious gems had finally arrived, which meant it was time to try them out. Master Roshi had insisted that the small, precious stones were a good way to train with others, across the vast space of the universe. It sounded hard to believe, Trunks thought personally, but he had trust in his mentor and no reason to doubt the old man's words on the matter. So, Trunks sat, cross-legged on the floor in his hotel room, and held one of the gems in his hands. He cupped the item, held it securely to avoid... dropping it, he supposed. The last thing Trunks wanted to do was infer any injury or damage - especially to his brain - if he accidentally severed some telepathic connection. Well, here goes nothing.Trunks fell into a meditative state, his eyes closed, as his mind began to turn inward and his consciousness began to travel beyond the physical realm. In the young warrior's minds eye, it almost seemed like flying through space, but with voices that called in echoes and faces that passed like shifting fog. It wasn't entirely pleasant, the feeling was a little odd, but Trunks wasn't a quitter. Along his metaphysical flight, Trunks became aware of another mind, someone else who sought a similar purpose with a gem - or at least Trunks assumed. He let his mind flow toward that individual, then suddenly with a flash found himself standing in a large stark white room; the room space was bigger than anything Trunks had ever seen, well beyond any interior capacity possible with physics and reality... but he was also alone in that space. At least for the moment. "Huh. Guess I wait?"Trunks looked around, though could still feel that other mind, but otherwise put his hands on his hips and waited for something to happen... Personal Word Count: 303/303 Thread Word Count: 303
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Post by Dr. Ghast on May 3, 2022 21:02:05 GMT -5
A man was sitting in the command chair of the bridge within the massive behemoth-class carrier dubbed the Nemesis. His blank stare directed towards the endless darkness of space, thinking about the place beyond the boundaries of the very fabirc of space and time, the Void. It was there that this man hoped to find something, a certain someone who had the potential of lifting the debilitating curse under which he had suffered for eons. Ever since the First War, long before the dawn of the mortal races, this particular man had either been at the forefront of many a great war, or he had been the silent puppeteer behind many a similar event. Yet, in this day and age, he is but a shallow representation of his true self, that is his true shame...for a being who was once considered to be far beyond even the likes of the gods of the multiverse, to be reduced to nothing but a parasite, a virus infecting and corrupting all he touched. Yet, even in this shallow state, in this form so weak compared to his true self, he still had the mind, the knowledge which set him apart from all. A mind so dark, so imposing and so impervious, that even the mightiest of warriors would have issues when trying to figure out what the true motive was of this man, this beast, this monster. "So close...to have the multiverse within my grasp, to have all creation at my fingertips...all squandered away by my own hubris and folly," The man's eyes turned from their usual silvery blue to a deep and vibrant golden color, his gaze turning away from the space outisde his ship towards the small red gem held within his left hand, noticing it pulsating faintly as if it were calling him, as if it were beckoning him to the astral realm where he would no doubt find solace in the form of combat. A faint smile crept onto his face, his lips curling into a vicious looking grin while he closed his eyes. "Perhaps we can have at least some amusement..."The young man would be able to feel it, even see it. A tremor traversed throughout the room, when all of a sudden an impenetrable darkness started to swallow up the light on one side of the seemingly endless white room, a shadow consuming and drowning out the light, with two golden orbs shining in its midst, a pair of eyes looking down upon the youth, before revealing themselves to belong to a distinguished looking man with slicked back silver hair as he emerged from the shadows, impreccably dressed in fine clothing, wearing a navy blue overcoat, a large sword attached to a finely made belt around his waist. "Hmm...a boy?"
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Post by Deleted on May 3, 2022 22:19:20 GMT -5
• Astral Plane • And just like that, another mind materialized into the sparring space. Literally. The encroaching darkness that spread throughout one half of the all white space seemed to expand up until Trunks' position, to which the young warrior narrowed his blue eyes and continued to watch the display, as a distinguished man emerged. He wore fine clothing, with slicked hair and an interesting sword on one hip. It was a stark comparison to Trunks, who was in his sparring attire - a black sleeveless tank top, black pants, his yellow leather boots and his sword strapped to his back. It seemed both men were sword wielders, if one were to assume the slick man's weapon wasn't just for show. Trunks doubted it was, it made no real sense to carry around a sword without ability to use it. Still, the large room had now developed a kind of juxtaposition, with Trunks in the light half and the slick stranger in the dark half... Doesn't seem ominous at all.Trunks had no notion of the pleasantries of the situation, of using a gem for sparring, so he waited. The other individual said little, inferring a comment to Trunks' age, which was understandable since the young warrior was - literally - young... but maybe 'boy' was a little much, as clearly Trunks was in the latter portion of his teenage years, with a physique that few adults could claim to have. But, Trunks didn't let it bother him much, since he figured the gems would result in his meeting all sorts. "Trunks," The young warrior said, as he lifted a hand and jabbed a thumb at his chest. "And you are?"With no real indicators one way or the other, Trunks reached over his shoulder with his right hand and drew his sword from the sheath. He brought the weapon around to his front, then grasped the hilt with both hands. "This is a first for me, so I don't know if we follow some kind of decorum or ritual or whatever... so I'll make the first move, I guess."Trunks began to approach his opponent, as he tried to gauge the other. Slick had some confidence, for sure. He seemed strong. So Trunks began with a more cautious approach, as he got closer and swung his sword at the other with a overhead slice from his right side down to the left. It wasn't so much to injure, as it was to see the reaction, and to determine if that provided any clearer understanding for Trunks of this stranger he sparred. With a twist of his grip, Trunks brought the sword back with a left-to-right horizontal slash at around stomach height, then pirouetted back a step and tucked his elbows to bring the blade point into a stab in front of him, aimed at his opponent's chest. Fairly sure Master Roshi said the body wasn't hurt during this, Trunks thought, as he adopted a defensive stance with his blade, and waited for the counter. So no point in holding back with the sword.Personal Word Count: 508/811 Thread Word Count: 1,281
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Post by Dr. Ghast on May 3, 2022 22:55:42 GMT -5
This opponent was interesting, his energy was...strangely disconnected, as if he didn't belong. It was intriguing to see such a casually dressed youth carying such a trait. It was of such interest to the Primeval, that in his moment of observation and thought, he had hardly registered the child's introduction. However, when he heard the name of his opponent in this realm, soon followed by the inevitable request to reveal his own identity, the silver haired man simply tilted his head a slight bit, a faint and slightly amused smile appearing on the man's face. "Ur...yes, Urizen...you may call me Urizen."While Trunks seemed to contemplate on how a spar seemed to work, mulling over details the Primeval no longer cared about, the silver haired man simply wrapped his hand around the scabbard holding his blade, pressing the tip of his thumb ever so slightly against the guard of the sword. When it started to look like the lavender haired child had made a decision on what to do, Urizen simply slid his right foot to the front, making a quarter turn as he leaned a bit forward. "By all means, try and entertain me."At first, the youth seemed to be cautious, perhaps even too cautious, yet when it looked like he had made his decision on what to do. With trunk's blade rushing down in an overhead swing, Urizen simply used his thumb to force a quarter of his blade to pop out of its scabbard, raising his arm to use that exposed section of his blade to block this first incoming strike. Grabbing the hilt of his blade with his free hand, the Primeval forced his blade to once again collide with that of his opponent, turning around and pulling it completely out of the scabbard in order to swing it in an upward slash to redirect the youth's forward thrust out of harm's way. "Your swings are too large, too obvious..." The primeval mused, as he straightened himself, holding his blade straight upwards in front of him before he swung it to the side. As the man dropped the scabbard to the ground, he traversed the distance between himself and the youth in but a blink of an eye. "Allow me..."What came afterwards, was not just a few amateuristic slashes or thrusts, but a flowing and fluid combination. With a step forwards, the Primeval performed a forward thrust with his sword towards the youth's left shoulder, shifting the grip on the blade's hilt ever so slightly by a flick of his wrist in order to flip the blade in such a manner that he could perform a light and shallow diagonal slash intended to cut no more than one's skin from shoulder to the waist. When the blade would reach that position, the primeval would simply smile and jump back. "strength is not as important as precision and finesse when handling a blade."
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Post by Deleted on May 4, 2022 3:11:41 GMT -5
• Astral Plane • As Trunks suspected, the slick stranger - Urizen - was skilled with the sword. Far better than the young warrior, there was no denying, even only after a single engagement of blows. Trunks wasn't egotistical enough to believe he was better in the art, but his pride and determination refused to allow him to feel defeated at the realization; no, the son of a Saiyan Prince didn't give up so easily, he didn't fold under the scrutiny of a more skilled opponent. Even as the strikes from Trunks were blocked, with Urizen's higher level of ability and speed, the young warrior watched and learned. Nothing would go to waste, his eyes caught every subtle movement and shift of his opponent's arms, legs, feet, even hand placement on the sword hilt - even the subtle finger movements against the guard. Given the difference in speed, it was a difficult task, but Trunks used every ounce of his focus to do so. "You're good," Trunks muttered, as Urizen spoke about Trunks' obvious swings. Trunks smirked as he said louder. "Come on, then!"Trunks knew what was coming. This wasn't a sparring match, this was now an education. The young warrior had been on the receiving end of similar bouts with Gohan, in their timeline, back when the importance of training to the utmost point of exhaustion and effort had been required. It had been three years since Trunks had started to train, at least properly, and in that time the youth felt he had come a long way; not only had he improved physicality, mentally, but he had learned to use Ki, started to learn the sword... and now was another one of those times, where Trunks knew pain was coming, he knew harsh lessons were in store, but he didn't shy away from it. Whether Urizen knew it or not, he now had an opponent who was willing to take a beating, in order to avidly watch and learn and improve from it. This is how you learn, by doing!The other stranger's speed was immense, as he was suddenly within reach of Trunks. The sword Urizen wielded stabbed into the young warrior's shoulder, which caused Trunks to growl with a wave of pain as his mind made the attack real, but kept his eyes open even as he tried to parry the follow up diagonal slash. It was partially successful. Trunks took the start of Urizen's blade across his chest, but then Trunks' own sword blade met the other, and turned it enough to stop slicing down to the youth's waist. Urizen smiled and jumped back, as he mentioned the importance of precision and finesse with a sword. "Never really been subtle," Trunks smirked, as he glanced to the wounds on his torso. They weren't there, on his body, but he felt them. "I'll try and work on that."Trunks didn't waste the moment, as he moved forward with as much speed as he could muster, though it likely paled in comparison. The young warrior was at a disadvantage but that was nothing new, not compared to his life and challenges he had faced. With a leading two-handed thrust, Trunks aimed to stab for Urizen's chest, but this time the young warrior was anticipating a counter; and at the near-pinnacle of the attack, Trunks instead rotated his body and spun to deliver a roundhouse kick aimed at his opponent's torso. That, unfortunately, presented Trunks' back to Urizen for a moment, but the rotation continued as Trunks brought his sword around and - instead of a wide horizontal slash like the first time - instead pulled the blade, and his arms, in close and performed another thrust at the peak of the spin. More precise that time. Less wind up and telegraphing the strike. "How long have you been using a sword?" Trunks asked gruffly, as he stepped forward to keep in Urizen's space, the blade the youth held now guarding his body - for what it was worth. "I'm at three years. I'm thinking you've been using yours a lot longer."Even with the gash in his shoulder, and the slice across his chest, and the ripped clothing as a result... Trunks had to admit he enjoyed the opportunity to learn, even if that wasn't likely the intent from Urizen. Personal Word Count: 713/1,524 Thread Word Count: 2,487
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Post by Dr. Ghast on May 5, 2022 2:11:12 GMT -5
Somewhat impressed that the youth managed to avoid getting too much damage at the hands of the primeval's swift stabs and cuts, Ur'alcyonis just gave the young man a nod in response when the former told him he'd work on his flaws. It was after all just a spar and one in the astral realm at that, which meant anything short of death would have no immediate consequences to the body in the real mortal realm. This meant that the astral realm was perfect for training, educating and imparting wisdom. Considering the rarity of true weapons masters in the universe they both inhabited, even someone who would be labeled as a true villain, an unapologetic evil entity, could still feel some form of kinship in the form or rather the art of wielding weapons. The youth didn't seem to be one for having any patience, quickly intending to retaliate and set the record straight. With precision in his own defenses, the Primeval anticipated the incoming thrust, finding it rather straightfoward coming from someone who'd just been chastised on being too predictable. However, to Ur's surprise, when the strike would have reached him, the youth's shift in weight, resulting in an unexpected foot slamming into the Primeval's chest, which Urizen had to admit to be rather well executed as it forced him to slide a bit backwards. Yet, with that in mind, the primeval now anticipated more sly maneuvers which proved to be the right course of action when Trunks pulled off something rather hard as he utilized his momentum in order to perform a piercing thrust rather than a slash. "Magnificent," The silver haired man would utter in excitement, swinging his blade towards the incoming thrust to force it towards the side and make it lose all of it's forward momentum, followed by a swift and hard forward stomp with his right foot aimed at the young man's chest in order to once again create some distance between the two combatants. "Three years...hmm," Swinging his blade around with swift and balanced flicks of his wrist, taking small and calculated steps to better prepare his own stance, the silver haired man pondered on the question that came after, with him wondering how long he had been wielding weapons. Decades, centuries, millenia, eons...he had been wielding weapons since long before there was even any mention of the mortal races, so the answer would probably be rather confusing for someone with a limited understanding of time or more precisely the passing of it. "Let's just say I have been wielding weapons for as long as time itself exists."
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Post by Deleted on May 5, 2022 23:30:42 GMT -5
• Astral Plane • Trunks felt some degree of accomplishment, as his kick landed, although mere moments later his spinning thrust was deflected. The momentum the young warrior had was maintained, if only because of the attack itself, which meant the counter from Urizen landed squarely against Trunks' chest; which brought the younger man up short, from the force, and stopped him mid-step. The pain to the front of the ribcage was intense, but Trunks tried to remind himself it was all mental, like a mantra as he used his willpower to push through. It was harder than it sounded, but Trunks had experience with perseverance and going up against terrible odds. When Urizen spoke, considering Trunks' training time frame, there remained some distance between the pair. Trunks had no reason to commit to another attack, not presently, as he waited for the other to make a move. Urizen's grip and wrist movements on the weapon were observed, as Trunks tried to put the subtle motions to memory for later reflection. Then, suddenly, the slick stranger dropped a bit of a bombshell - apparently he was as old as time itself, which meant his seeming age was not indicative of his lifespan, and his skills with a sword after, well, forever must have been immense! "I'd say that qualifies as a lot longer, yeah," Trunks grunted, as he considered the implications of that. "Time is relative, I guess."Still, that begged the question, as Trunks considered the information shared by Urizen about how old he - potentially - was: "So, assuming you are that old... are you like some kind of celestial or something? Do you only exist in the astral plane?"Trunks had to admit that the interest of meeting another individual caught in temporal abnormalities was intriguing; but he also realized Urizen was a stranger, which gave no basis for taking his word at anything but face value. There was opportunity to engage in another blade combination, perhaps, but Trunks also wanted to see what the timeless stranger might do, with an attack, and remained defensive for Urizen's move... Personal Word Count: 344/1,868 Thread Word Count: 3,270
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Post by Dr. Ghast on May 6, 2022 5:26:32 GMT -5
"Time is...indeed...always relative," The primeval chcukled rather coldly for the moment. Though surprisingly, the silver haired man seemed to be in a good mood, he still couldn't shrug off this feeling that the youth's energy was quite strange for him, as if it wasn't even from this universe he inhabited at all. Though it did sound rather impossible in his mind for a mortal to just break through the barriers between universes such as the void itself, the ancient being knew there were a few other ways to reach other universes...such as through...time. He looked at Trunks with a bit of suspicion in his mind, a child with a strange energy, which at the same time felt so awkwardly familiar, it was quite the conundrum. "No...I am not a celestial, they are children of creation, while I am not...and no I'm not stuck to the astral plane..." That was actually an interesting question coming from the youth. The primeval would easily disregard the rather insulting premise of thinking he was just some mere celestial, considering the question about being a resident of the astral realm itself gave the man quite some questions of his own which he might have to check on a later date. The boy showed some scary oblivious or shrewdly ignorant nature if he did or did not know the consequences and implications of that question. After all, the astral realm was the land of the mind, of spirits that did not pass into the next dimension, both the safest and unsafest place to be for a mere mortal. "Though I do thoroughly enjoy these more relaxed and more calm experiences within these realms, I do wonder...is it your goal to become a master of the blade or do you have some ulterior motive? Like so many before you...will you end up becoming another hero to fall in the face of true adversity or will you become a legend forever remembered by the mortals and as such becoming immortal through memory?"Raising his arm with his blade in hand besides him, the Primeval gave the young half saiyan a somewhat melancholic and at the same time rather dark smile to look upon. "Pray you never have to make the mistake that so many of your kind have made throughout history,"With that being said, the silver haired man suddenly vanished from his position, reappearing right in front of the half-saiyan youth, already halfway an upward slash with his blade aiming to cut Trunks from the right side of his hips to his left shoulder, followed by using this momentum of the slash to try and slam his foot against the side of the half-saiayan's face with an backwards roundhouse kick. "After all...heroes are fated to be in my way..."
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Post by Deleted on May 6, 2022 11:42:13 GMT -5
• Astral Plane • As the pair took the immediate moment to speak, Trunks listened to the words from Urizen and couldn't help but wonder at whether the stranger was genuine or not. There was no proof of his claims, as far as Trunks could tell, but there was nothing to disprove the claims, either. Face-to-face with a being of far more power, which was sensed by Trunks, he could admit that Urizen was considerably stronger from the oppressive energy he radiated. That energy was more pressurized than Trunks' own. That was obvious, as so far Trunks had struggled to keep any kind of pace or momentum with his sparring partner, who moved too quickly - and probably wasn't trying his hardest, either. That disappointed Trunks a little, as he realized his opponent outclassed him in every way; but, at least there was still that opportunity to learn, which made the engagement well worth the knocks and cuts. Urizen also answered some of Trunks' questions, which confirmed a few things. Not a celestial, and not some astral plane entity? Good to know, Trunks thought to himself, as he shifted to maintain distance opposite Urizen. That must mean he's on the physical plane, right? He's out there, somewhere. On Earth maybe?Then Urizen asked some questions of his own. Trunks knew it wouldn't be right to ask, get answers, and then refuse answers in turn. Still, the young warrior also knew that his answers didn't have to explain everything, just as he suspected the stranger's also left out some details here and there, too... "Both of those reasons tie into each other," Trunks said as he flexed his fingers on his sword hilt. He was ready, for what good that did. "I want to become a master bladesman, but also a powerful warrior. I have some business to take care of, some very strong enemies, back home. And considering lives are counting on me succeeding, I won't fail."There was a deep determination inside Trunks as he said that, stated it, and believed the words. A lot of lives - especially those in the current timeline - were at stake, with the android menace being several years coming. It was Trunks' responsibility to... Trunks paused, mid-thought, as Urizen mentioned being remembered forever, but also how many had make mistakes throughout history. "Mistakes in yours, maybe," Trunks muttered, though realized he shouldn't expand on that, only to immediately grimace as Urizen vanished from sight again-- Where?--Trunks was about to look around, when the stranger appeared right in front of the young warrior. With an instinctual step backward, as he tried to twist out of the way, the blade of Urizen's sword caught Trunks, and sliced up across his torso. This wasn't a shallow attack, it was more pointed, and the pain was received by Trunks' mind like wildfire to his nerves; in fact, the young warrior let out a shout of pain, as he moved his blade to try and intercept, but Trunks had lost his two-handed grip with the stumble. The sight of Urizen in a spin, with one foot raised, caused Trunks to bring his non-sword arm up to cover his flank and side of his face... and good thing, too, as Urizen's roundhouse landed, which connected with Trunks' raised forearm, and knocked the young man clean off his feet! "Oof!" Trunks landed hard, as he felt pain in his arm. It was probably broken, at least in the astral sense. Urizen's final comment caused Trunks to look at him, frown on his face. "So I'm going to assume you're morally ambiguous, right?"That was a shame, if true. Urizen had some lessons that Trunks wanted to learn, but the young warrior wouldn't sacrifice his morals for skills. Still, as it currently was, Trunks was in a bad way - in his mind, using the gem - as his brain made his thoughts believe there was a deep gash across his body and his left arm was broken, to the forearm. It was hard to overcome that, at least the first time using the mysterious stone, and Trunks had a few things to consider and think about. And I can't do that here, not with Urizen kicking my butt."Nice one," Trunks said in a gravelly tone, as he pushed to his feet and held his broken limb close to his bleeding stomach. "I'm new to this, so I think that's me done. For now. I'm going to keep eyes out for you in this place, Urizen... and next time, I'll be stronger. And we'll also see what history says down the line."With a smirk, and an unwavering stare of blue eyes, Trunks faded from the astral plane, where his mind and body could reconnect and stop filling his senses with false physical pain... Urizen is dangerous... that means he probably has a lot to teach. Personal Word Count: 806/2,674 Thread Word Count: 4,549
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Post by Dr. Ghast on May 7, 2022 4:24:21 GMT -5
"Strong enemies, hmm?" This made the primeval wonder, what would this youth consider strong enemies. From the looks of it, he seemed to be human, so perhaps what this boy meant was a threat on earth, but who or what on earth could even be considered a threat in this day and age? Android One had been defeated, He hadn't been there in quite a while either, so what could even be considered a threat? Perhaps it was because of the fact that Ur'alcyonis had grown so much beyond the power of the last threat that had hit earth, that it was hard figuring out an answer to that self-imposed question, but realizing that the earth was essentially a backwater planet and this human looking boy was at the very least a hundred times stronger than most average humans...perhaps it wasn't all that much of a threat to begin with. "All things considered...if you are as I surmised...a human, I doubt there's much on your planet that could actually pose a threat to you."Those words uttered later on though did manage to catch the ancient being's attention. "What did he mine by 'yours'?"With just a small altercation, it looked like Trunks was on the end of his rope, funny considering this was merely a little game, training of the most harmless kind. However, perhaps it was because of that that at the very least lessons had been learned. "Morally ambiguous...perhaps, if you thought your morals were the gold standard...I simply don't see the need to use morals as a tool or a guide to live one's life...unlike power."With the youth finally disappearing from the room, the Primeval's essence took over, shrouding the place in complete darkness again. His golden eyes brightly shining within the shadows. "My my, what a brat...this will be fun..."
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