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Post by Yajirobe on Nov 19, 2023 12:19:22 GMT -5
Gier stood in the quiet solitude of his training chamber, the echoes of his past teachings in Shingen-Ryu reverberating within him. The teachings of his father and grandfather had ingrained in him a foundation of formidable technique and unwavering discipline, but it was time to transcend the limitations of that harsh upbringing.
He paced the chamber, the walls adorned with intricate diagrams illustrating the lethal strikes and Ki manifestations of Shingen-Ryu. The memories of the brutal training sessions, the rigorous demands for perfection, fueled a desire within him—to evolve, to transform the essence of Shingen-Ryu into something greater.
With each step, Gier contemplated the principles of his martial art, seeking a new path forward. He envisioned a style that embraced the power within, not just for destruction but for balance and enlightenment. His father and grandfather had honed him into a weapon, but now he aimed to wield that power with purpose and restraint.
He began to experiment, each movement a departure from the vicious strikes of his upbringing. The flames of Ki, once channeled for destruction, now flickered with a different intensity—a serene yet powerful aura, radiating balance and control.
Still, it wasn't enough.
Not Yet.
He wasn't quite there yet, he could feel it. There was something missing. Was it conviction? Or was he too green to develop in his own style? Too much of a novice to departure from his constraints? Perhaps that was true, and perhaps that was why he needed to spar others.
Gier grabbed a hold of his gem and concentrated his essence into it, once more he found himself in the Astral Plane yet this time he wasn't in the massive expanse of space traversing the nebula as he had done before. Instead, the backdrop was a meadow - a meadow of fire.
Heat surrounded him, yet the warmth did not affect him. He was in the eye of an inferno, and it seemed as if he had stood upon the surface of a Supergiant Star. He remained steady within the flames, tempting to control it and temper it, and when he did so, the blazing meadow cooled, yet the fire remained, all thanks to a fleeting of his to remember control and temperance.
"I still have a ways to go," Gier remarked aloud.
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Post by Tarble on Nov 19, 2023 17:05:42 GMT -5
The Forgotten Saiyan  708 / 708 Tarble's experience on Toffit has proven to be more relaxed compared to his ventures on other planets. Typically, within his initial week on a new planet, he'd find himself embroiled in a battle to fend off those attempting to seize control. However, on Toffit, tranquility has reigned throughout this entire week, presenting an unusual and peaceful change from the norm. “I need to find something to keep myself occupied. You can only train so much by yourself before you want to spar with someone else. Maybe I will go out and grab a drink to try and keep my mind occupied”Opting to step out of his hotel room, Tarble emerged through the front entrance to find bustling streets teeming with people. The moon cast its brilliant glow, creating a radiant aura across the town. Grabbing a hold of the rail, Tarble leaped from the second floor and landed gracefully onto a dirt road. He looked around noticing that numerous establishments catering to the night crowd remained open. Amidst the scene, a place catching his eye was a drinking establishment. Approaching the bar, the bartender promptly inquired, "What can I get for you?"Tarble nodded and requested, "Sure, may I have a beer in a bottle". The bartender grinned and retrieved a beer from beneath the counter. After uncapping it, he passed it to Tarble. "Shall I start a tab for you?" inquired the bartender. Tarble declined, slipping some zeni across the counter, and pivoted to observe the bustling crowd meandering through the town. He fixed his gaze on the passersby, delving into contemplation with every sip of his drink. Thoughts began to swirl within him as he observed the people, each sip prompting deeper introspection. “I wonder if this is what people here do at nighttime. How can they train all day and then stay up late like this every night. I have a hard enough time staying up late when I have one of those tough training days. Some of those times with Master Roshi were really really tough to the point where all I thought about was going to sleep”With another sip of his beer, a sudden realization struck Tarble. It dawned on him… the gem that had transported him to a different dimension where he had confronted Grier flashed vividly in his memory. “I don’t have to train by myself, I have that gem that I can use. Let me finish this beer up and then head back to my room”Finishing the last of his drink in a gulp, Tarble set the beer back on the counter. "Thanks for that," he expressed before departing from the bar and making his way back to his room. Once inside, he sifted through his belongings, determined to locate the whereabouts of the gem he had misplaced. “I could have swore I put it in my bag… or did I take it out and sit it somewhere… AWE here it is”Upon swinging open the safe door, Tarble's eyes landed on the gem resting askew inside. Snatching it up, he moved to the center of the room, seating himself cross-legged. With a deliberate closure of his eyes and a conscious effort to relax his mind, Tarble sensed himself beginning to drift once more into another realm. As everything around him gradually slowed to a halt, Tarble reopened his eyes, finding himself amidst a fiery meadow where heat waves visibly rippled through the air. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead, his Saiyan armor adhering uncomfortably to his body. It was his inaugural encounter with such scorching surroundings. “Wow… so now I am starting to understand this gem a little better. Each time I use the gem, it sends me to a different location to spar with someone. Well now, I wonder who it is this time”The phrase "I've got a long journey ahead" reached Tarble's ears. Glancing toward the source of the voice, he spotted a figure sporting a hat in the distance. “Well it is Grier again, now I am curious if our gems our some how locked together. Either way, this is going to be interesting”“Hey Grier, pretty hot place we are in” spoke Tarble as he waved at his new ally.
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Post by Yajirobe on Nov 19, 2023 17:43:54 GMT -5
Gier's essence soared amidst the fiery tempest, his consciousness fully aware despite the surreal landscape. He focused his thoughts, envisioning a serene calm amidst the roaring inferno. With a determined will, he sought to temper the flames, to bend their chaotic nature to his command.
The flames surged and flickered, responding to the subtle manipulation of Gier's mind. He extended his hands, feeling the searing heat yet unharmed by its intensity. With a gentle but resolute mental touch, he directed the flames, shaping them into controlled streams that twirled and danced around him in an intricate display.
His movements mirrored the fluidity of the flames, each step and gesture an intricate dance of control and finesse. With the newfound power granted by this mystical realm, he began to practice his martial art, the movements weaving seamlessly amidst the controlled fire.
Gier's mind and body synchronized in harmony, the flames responding to the fluidity of his martial arts techniques. He redirected the fiery currents with the precision of a master, each strike and evasive motion honed by the temperance of the inferno.
The surreal environment became his canvas, and the flames, his partner in this intricate dance of mastery. With each controlled motion, each seamless maneuver, Gier felt a profound sense of empowerment, transcending the physical realm to commune with the essence of fire itself.
Amongst the flames and soot came a presence, it was as if the flames themselves had alerted him of his arrival. The figure was quite strong and his power was one he had felt before. His eyes darted to the sound of the man's voice, his greeting was hospitable and jovial, the voice and tone of an ally.
"It's very hot. Try not to get burned," Gier responded, his smile was veiled by the thick fog of fire. Once more he tempered the flames around them, burying them underneath the weight of his soothing aura. A calming blue light descended upon the two beings, much akin to the heaven themselves. It took more concentration than Gier had expected it to, yet he knew the purpose of his training was for him to take control of the fire that burned within him. The eternal furnace of the mind that was stoked by the flames of his passion to succeed, and his willingness to discipline himself to reach further heights. It was all he was, and he embraced that aspect of himself.
However, he needed to find a way to make his training more effective, and in that sense, he was glad that Tarble had showed up.
Gier adjusted his blood-red vest, as well as his red trucker hat that sat upon his blonde hair, moving his hat brim up so that the Saiyan could look upon his aqua blue eyes.
"I think I figured it out. This place is like a canvas, or a dream. You can paint a picture with it, much like you can with a dream. The possibilities are endless when you think of it like that, and scary too." Gier explained to Tarble. He truly had gotten the gist of it in such a short amount of time, though he did also realize that perhaps he merely scratched the surface of what the astral plane was capable of - or the secret of its original purpose. Was it to truly train, to share knowledge, to communicate, to guide? Or was it all of the above? Or perhaps it has always been a natural occurring phenomena, much like the galaxy and the planets itself. Such thoughts were above him, but it made him feel small, in a good way.
"Give it a try. Think of a place, and the world around us will bend and adjust to your will."
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Post by Tarble on Nov 19, 2023 20:09:32 GMT -5
The Forgotten Saiyan 424 / 1,132 The rising temperature began to affect Tarble. Weakness crept through his body, and his mouth parched as if filled with dirt. Sweat streamed from every pore, soaking him entirely. Removing the top part of his Saiyan armor, Tarble set it aside, determined to overcome the oppressive heat. Clad only in his Saiyan leggings, he settled, legs crossed, and embarked on meditation. With a deliberate focus, he liberated his mind from the surrounding elements. “This setting feels reminiscent of being back on Earth, sitting amidst woodland by a waterfall. The serene echoes of chirping birds, the gentle whistle of the wind, and the rustle of leaves on the trees evoke a familiar sense of tranquility”Ease enveloped Tarble's mind, reducing everything around him to insignificance. His body adapted, harnessing the heat as a source of energy rather than depleting his own. Interrupting his meditation, Tarble shook his head, returning his focus to the place where he and Grier were situated. Rising to his feet, he felt an improvement in his condition, yet the persistent thirst remained, prompting a need for water. “Man why is there never any food or water when we come to these places. I mean, I know I will be sent back to reality but at this moment it still feels real here"Grier began to elucidate to Tarble that he had finally unraveled the workings of these gems. When touched, they transport you to a location mirroring the thoughts in your mind at that moment. This signifies that both dreams and nightmares alike can materialize into reality through these gems. “Well, I was not thinking of anything about a scorching hot sauna. I really wasn’t thinking of anything”“Interesting, Grier. I can't help but wonder if this place matches your thoughts rather than mine. If that's the case, I'm thinking whether these gems might be connected somehow. Perhaps when we both touched them, they synchronized and transported us to the location the first person was thinking of” spoke Tarble. As Tarble grappled with the act of deliberate thought, which wasn't his forte, Grier encouraged him to attempt conjuring a place he'd desire to visit. “Out of all the places I have been to, where would I want to go”Shutting his eyes, Tarble clasped the gem in his right hand, summoning thoughts of a location he hadn't visited in years. There was only one place he would consider returning to, a place he'd revisit only when he felt prepared to confront a specific individual. Planet Vegeta emerged vividly in Tarble's mind.
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Post by Yajirobe on Nov 23, 2023 23:04:36 GMT -5
Yea, you could say that I have a lot of fire in me. These gems must be connected to our minds, our subconscious. I think your theory hits the nail on the head. And whatever you think of could possibly take shape right before our eyes." Gier explained.
Tarble appeared to have concentrated as hard as he could, thinking of a place, a location, that perhaps meant a lot to him. Gier was curious to see what it would be, though he had heard stories of planets that the Saiyan Empire had within their fold - the most notorious of the bunch being Valhalla and Vegeta. Both were notorious due to how xenophobic they were to outsiders, even Saiyans themselves had a hard life on a planet filled with their own. They could just as easily be exiled away and treated like second class citizens. Tarble's disposition now made more sense now that he thought more of it. He seemed far more calm and reserved than other Saiyans, at least by reputation. These stories were all second hand and passed down by Gier's father and grandfather, as well as other members of his clan the he grew up with. They were knowledgeable of the Universe, and shared stories amongst one another. However, those stories were what inspired Gier to leave in the first place.
After Tarble spent a moment to concentrate, the backdrop of flames flickered away into nothingness, washed out by a blinding pale light. Suddenly before him stretched a vast expanse of craggy deserts, the landscape dominated by rugged terrains and towering rock formations. The crimson hue of the planet's surface cast an otherworldly glow under the harsh sunlight, creating a surreal, almost haunting vista.
Gier took a moment to absorb the stark beauty of the desolate landscape. The quiet solitude of the deserts was interrupted only by the occasional rustle of sparse shrubbery, clinging tenaciously to life amidst the unforgiving terrain.
The air was heavy with the scent of dry earth, and the distant horizon seemed to ripple with the heat. Gier's gaze swept across the vastness before him, captivated by the raw and unyielding nature of the planet's surface.
With each step, the red clay dirt crumbled beneath his feet, leaving imprints as he navigated the uneven terrain. The silence of the deserts was punctuated by the occasional call of a native bird, echoing faintly across the arid expanse.
As he ventured further, Gier felt the intense heat bearing down upon him, the sun casting long shadows from the craggy formations that dotted the horizon.
The craggy deserts held an enigmatic charm, a mysterious allure that beckoned Gier to explore further. He felt a deep sense of reverence for the planet's harsh yet captivating landscape, the resilience of life that thrived against the odds, and the untold stories that seemed etched within the very fabric of the arid, red planet.
The martial artists turned to face Tarble and regard him, now in a sense he understood why Saiyans were the way they were, a war mongering race that valued pride and strength above all - and why Tarble may seek to walk a different path.
"It must have been tough I take it, being here. It seems unforgiving," Gier remarked to him. He didn't wish to pry too deep into Tarble's past and what he had been through, but he figured that he had an idea already of what he had been through, for he himself had been through a similar crucible.
"When was the last time you've been here? I assume that this is home for you, right?" Gier looked up at the sky, staring past the hot sun and adjusting his hat brim so that it protected his eyes.
"Any friends or families? Loved ones? Girlfriends?"
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Post by Tarble on Nov 24, 2023 8:50:41 GMT -5
The Forgotten Saiyan 550 / 1,682 Tarble glanced around, finding himself on the familiar terrain of Planet Vegeta, a place he hadn't set foot on since childhood. But the memories held within these lands were anything but pleasant. The family that once hosted him had treated him with disdain, as though he were nothing. At school, the other Saiyans mercilessly taunted him, their superiority in power levels only intensifying his isolation. For Tarble, this planet was a haunting realm, a place he dreaded revisiting. As Grier inquired about Tarble's experience living there, Tarble turned away, gazing into the distance. "I came into existence on this planet sixteen years ago," he began, a tinge of pain evident in his voice. "My power level fell below even the lowest class among our race. I was deemed a weakling, an outcast. I only discovered the depth of their disdain much later in my life." His words carried a weight that seemed to echo the ache buried deep within him, stirred anew by this haunting place. “Why do I always let my heritage get the best of me. You would think with my strength now, I would not let any of this bother me. I need to get control of my past, so I can move on to a better future”
As Tarble pivoted to face Grier's inquiring gaze, the question about his last visit to this place arose. Clearing his throat, he began recounting, "I was about ten when I was slated for my inaugural mission; to annihilate a planet. But I couldn't bear the idea of senseless destruction. So, I fled and found refuge on planet Earth. For six years, I roamed its forests alone, honing my skills until I felt the need for guidance. At sixteen, the age I stand at now, I emerged from the woods and sought training under the tutelage of Master Roshi and Master Kami."
“I hope that is not too much into my past. I do miss my two Masters. They taught me so much in a little span of time and I still have a lot to learn from Master Roshi. I will be visit him soon once I am done with my few missions”Grier's question about Tarble's connections on the planet brought forth a complex revelation. "It's a peculiar tale," Tarble began, a mix of disbelief and acceptance in his voice. "In the Pendulum room, I unearthed the truth; that King Vegeta himself was my biological father. I spent a decade under the assumption that the family I lived with was my own. Only later did I learn they were my foster family, sheltering me because my power level barred me from the royal household. From a young age, I was ostracized by fellow Saiyans, devoid of any bonds, be it family or romance. In our society, strength and pride reign supreme, transcending wealth or land. My deficiency in power marked me as unworthy. That's what fuels me. I aim to return home and confront my father, to reconcile this truth."“This has been an interesting conversation, maybe I should learn more about Grier”“Well we have been here long enough in my past. Why don’t you take us to where you are from. I have a few questions to ask if that works for you” asked said Tarble?
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Post by Yajirobe on Nov 24, 2023 23:09:39 GMT -5
As Tarble recounted the tale of of his childhood, Gier couldn't help but feel a sense of kinship with him in that regard. He himself was raised in a brutal way, his father and grandfather trained him to be the next head of the Zane clan, a loose-knit family of Damaskian patriotic martial artists. They lived in seclusion and supported the Chaos Council in the shadows, and it wasn't uncommon for those within the Zane Clan to enlist in the ranks of the Shadowguard as well. The techniques that Gier learned from his father and grandfather were passed down for generations, and Gier was the next in line. He was brutally beaten day in and day out since he could remember - his father would hammer their secret and sacred techniques into his body as his grandfather watched with approval.
Then one day, when Gier was finally old enough to call himself a man, he up and left one night. He took it upon himself to travel the galaxy and try to see what the Universe had to offer. It was such exploits that he found kindred spirits that traversed the cosmos along with him. He made friends, and he even changed his name. But that was a story for another time altogether.
"King Vegeta is your father huh? That's certainly something," Gier couldn't help but whistle at the revelation. That meant Tarble was a Prince by right - so he wasn't just any ordinary Saiyan, but the next in line to take the throne. That was certainly a different kind of burden, but one that Gier could somewhat relate to in a sense, as the next in line to head the Zane Clan.
"Sure. It's not much but we can take a trip through memory lane."
Gier was happy to oblige since Tarble had been so open with him.
He concentrated and the backdrop changed, transforming the once arid red desert into the temple of the Zane Clan's dojo The grandeur of the place was a testament to the clan's opulence and legacy. Elaborate tapestries adorned the walls, depicting scenes of ancient battles and revered masters. Intricately crafted weapons and artifacts adorned the halls, each with its own story and significance within the clan's history.
The training ground, a vast expanse flanked by stoic stone pillars, was a place where Gier's father, Kaism, and grandfather, Gorju, had relentlessly trained him in the brutal ways of Shingen-Ryu.
Gier stood amidst the echoes of the past, the sights and sounds of his childhood flooding his senses. The polished floor, once stained with his sweat and blood, bore witness to the grueling sessions where discipline was instilled through hardship.
The training ground was a haunting reminder of the harsh methods employed by his father and grandfather, a place where their teachings were etched into his very being—where the blows he endured and the lessons he learned shaped him into the warrior he had been.
"Well, here it is. This is where my father and grandfather trained me. My father is the had of a Damaskian Warrior Clan, the Zane Clan. My grandfather is the patriarch of the clan, and I was next in line. That was, until I left. I haven't been back since... Gier's voice trailed off. His mind reflected on his youth, and though parts of him were somber, other parts couldn't hold a grudge against his father and grandfather. He knew nothing else, so he didn't think it was wrong. He just wanted more, and one day he went out to do just that - see more of the Universe.
"The Zane Clan is prestigious on Damaskia. They train Shadowguard soldiers in martial arts, though the method is brutal, so brutal that only a select few could hope to pass. Those who fail tend to die. That's the fate of those who fail to master Shingen-Ryu. It's a style of fighting that I don't lean on much, but I am still advanced in," Gier explained.
"Like you, I seek to return home one day and face both my father and grandfather and to reform my clan. But I still have a ways to go," Gier acknowledged truthfully.
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Post by Tarble on Nov 25, 2023 18:07:12 GMT -5
The Forgotten Saiyan 358 / 2,040 Tarble stood composed, his patience unwavering as he awaited their next destination. The prospect intrigued him, particularly in unraveling more about Grier, considering this marked their second encounter within this enigmatic dimension. As Tarble offered his explanation, he caught Grier's response, 'King Vegeta is your father; that's quite something,' spoken with a tone hinting at underlying curiosity and intrigue. “I wish, if he only had not thrown me away at a young age then maybe I would have grown to be stronger, but that didn’t happen that way. Fathers I guess”Moments later, Tarble found himself seated within a traditional Dojo, its aura resonating with the essence of rigorous training. His eyes wandered, taking in the dojo's ambiance and the array of art pieces adorning the walls. Each stroke seemed to narrate a story of discipline and mastery. As Tarble gently traced his fingers along the intricate artwork, Grier began to divulge revelations about his heritage. He spoke of his tutelage under his father and grandfather, emphasizing his role within the esteemed Damaskian Warrior Clan, specifically the Zane Clan. Grier disclosed his imminent position as the clan's patriarch, a destiny foreseen before his abrupt departure. He elucidated further on the clan's valorous soldiers, their reputation as formidable warriors echoing through his vivid descriptions. “Now this clan seems like fitting warriors. They seem like the saiyan race. I am curious if there were any battles between the two. I remember the battle Grier and I had before, and I could tell that he was a strong opponent”Then Grier said words like what Tarble’s path was. He was going to seek a return home and face both his father and grandfather. Tarble did a light chuckle since he felt they were on the same path. Both were strong fierce warriors but left home to return one day later stronger. “I fully understand your situation. Fathers… I too must face my father when I return. Supposedly I have an older brother as well, but we have never met. Our fathers seem to place a burden on their children. Are you planning on changing the ways of the clan” asked Tarble?
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