Ice Temple Training Nov 5, 2019 12:04:26 GMT -5
Post by Samara on Nov 5, 2019 12:04:26 GMT -5
”After you use it, of course, and if you’ll allow me to come with you,” she explained before leaning back again. ”You need the Ice Staff to enter and to leave, though I’m completely certain you could get out without it fairly easily,” she said with a small snicker. It was true, though for her, she would probably need to keep the staff close to her. She was not nearly as powerful, and while she could probably maneuver a way out, it would not come close to ‘fairly easy.’ In the temple, she would be at his mercy without the staff, though her hope to use it inside had nothing to do with the thought of his abandonment. Mostly she just wanted to see how the weapon actually worked in battle, assuming there was a battle.
”I will be sure to give you ample space to train~ I have more interest in study and exploration. Then we can leave together and let me keep the staff~” she said, her gaze going back to the item in question.
”You’re not much for weapons, are you?” she asked, genuinely curious. She had not seen him with one except maybe a scythe but that might have been made from his own energy rather than a physical item he needed to depend on.
Her expression became more forlorn however as she continued. ”Regretfully, Lucifer asked very nicely if I could return to him the Old Blade,” she said not holding back a sigh. The Old Blade, sometimes called the Z Sword but probably not anymore due to someone else changing it’s cannon, was an ancient weapon said to be one of the first ever forged, maybe by the creator himself. It was a blade that took shape based on the user’s need and personality, but in any form could deliver disastrous damage. The fact Lucifer allowed her to have it in the first place would be surprising, as it belonged somewhere locked away and not in use, but that blade often chose its owner. She had rightfully found it and it had accepted her so he had let her use it. Until now.
”I was going to say no, but when I summoned the blade it was no longer in the shape of my katana but in a curved blade I was unused to. It gave up on me that easily. I’m somewhat insulted,” she said, pursing her lips into a pout at the end, but it faded easily enough. ”I haven’t found a good replacement for it, and started using my stave more...but this one…” she continued, looking back to the Inferno Rod. ”I could have fun with this one.”
Azazel sipped some more of the liquor as he listened to the demonic human speak, she had taken the rod with his slight nod and worked with it for a few brief moments before divulging exactly her intent... and he was not entirely surprised. She did not have a rod of her own, but she had been waiting for an ample opportunity to take one from some unsuspecting fool... she did however have the gem required to alter the inferno rod into the ice staff and grant entrance to the fabled ice temple. He offer did not seem entirely displeasing he thought, they would both go in together... she would give him his space so he could train and she would explore and do whatever it was she did, he also knew she would still bother him but such was the relationship they both shared.
"Well considering my brother so nicely asked for the old blade back... and you are working with an inferior weapon I will relinquish this at the end of the duration..as your accurately surmised I am not much for weapons... I prefer to use my fists in serious situations"
Azazel stood up, picking up his bottle of liquor in one hand and taking the inferno rod in the other.
"No time like the present."
His eyes glowing as his supernatural senses searched for the entrance of the Ice Temple black flames covered both he and Bulma... his face contorted into a grin as the bar around them warped and faded from view, the brisk icy winds and snowy terrain of Pefu whisked into sight as the primordial transplanted them before a large Mountain in the middle of a frozen wasteland of craggy peaks. Azazel whistled appreciatively as he figured any mortal would be hard pressed to survive.
It did not take the prince long to find the rocky surface that acted as a barrier for the temple, he could feel its protective warding repulsing against his very nature as he drew close and his fangs barred outward slightly as he gripped the inferno rod in his left hand and took the last few swings from his bottle of liquor.
"Bulma... you can feel it can't you... the warding..." The princes hands shook slightly as he continued to press forward slightly before rebounding in a wave of icy static that slid him back.
"Yes... there must be extra warding to repel beings of my origin.. or at least beings warped like myself."
Sighing he gripped the inferno rod before placing his right hand forward and channeling his primordial energies forward, his eyes flashed a bright hue of crimson as he began chanting in enochian and summoning ancient arcane magic to pump through the temples extra set of protective shields. He was going to have to force himself through the extra layer of protection while Bulma warped the inferno rod into the ice staff. Telepathically he sent her a message.
"The ruby Bulma.. change the rod!"
His face contorted as he pushed forward, the rebounding of the temple was unexpected... but only a mild inconvenience
Bulma grinned at his typical sarcasm towards Lucifer, but it became a more genuine smile as he moved on to think directly of her needs. She liked her other stave. It was an invention of her own, mechanically and magically altered, but the magic of the Inferno Rod was old and absolute, as well as a natural conductor. Her weapon fed off of her own magic and some drainable artifacts, but the Inferno Rod was an artifact by itself. It was indestructible and spread it’s magic and energy force into her. She could already feel it after such a brief handling of it. There was no questioning which weapon was better.
Besides, if she had this stave than she could focus her mind on manufacturing a new sword. She might even be able to get the two weapons to work together. She wasn’t going to be entirely defeated by old magic. She just had to see it as another tool. She had to accept that in her human body she simply could not possess enough magic at one time to craft such a weapon, at least for now. Science always made up for her physical flaws, and magic was just another science. The Inferno Rod was the copper needed in a lightbulb.
As he stood up though she snickered, but moved to pull her coat back over her shoulders, as the box slid back into a pocket. She pushed herself up and then gestured to the barkeep to hold on to her bag. He’d done so in the past and she always tipped him generously for it. If it was stolen, that would be an entirely different adventure, but as far as she knew, no one on the planet was aware of her current research. No one should be interested in her at this point. She was still below the radar. At least, she thought she was.
When the fires surrounded her it was an interesting form of transportation considering where they were going. There was a soft warmth to the black flames that was immediately extinguished once they reached their destination, not just because it had completed its task but because it was simply that cold.
The demonic human quickly pulled her coat more tightly around her, hugging her side for a moment as the technology activated. It was perfectly wind proof, trapped in her body heat, and went further to warm her if her temperature lowered too far down. Her pants and boots worked similarly, all designed when she made her plans to go to Pefu. It was another area that Yan was convenient, because between the two of them they were able to weave her technology into something still fashionable, and she looked quite good even as her cheeks and nose had quickly become red.
Once it settled, she took a deep breath of cold air in, and found her hat from her coat pocket. She pulled it down over her head and grinned up to him in an innocent way, like a child excited to go out into their first blizzard. This venture was similar in a way. They were going out into something she had not experienced before, and for the scientist, such rare encounters were always exceptionally exciting.
With all her preparations, she probably seemed more mortal, and yet that was impressive in it’s own way. Her face and hand would be protected by a thin layer of ki that would not cost her much effort, and the rest she had provided for herself to counter what should have been her demise. She was gifted with Lucifer’s ki, which altered her body in a large number of ways, and she also had a large tolerance for extreme cold and heat from when she was tortured, but she was still vulnerable. Without her supplies, too much time out here would affect her negatively, and she would rather be spared a visit to her mentor before she got what she wanted.
It didn’t take too much time though. She moved easily through the cold and walked ahead of Azazel in places, stretching out her own senses. They took cues from each other, but he was the one who found the actual entrance first, and she caught back up with him from her small exploration. He stepped closer to it and it instantly reacted, repelling him specifically. Bulma tried too, and Lucifer’s ki vibrated through her empty sleeve in protest. It didn’t completely form her arm as some Lost wardings had forced it to, but it did pull it from her person and made it desperate to solidify in defense to this new threat.
She allowed it, since going forward two hands were literally better than one, and her sleeve filled out before the dark ki swarmed around and created the hand at the end of it, less monstrous then it could be in full battle, but still deformed with pointed fingers far too long.
Azazel pushed further still, until it pushed him right back. She didn’t hide her amusement for it, as it was so rare to see him pushed by anything.
”The temple is said to be mortal made. Mortals tend to not like your sort,” she said still grinning, though she stepped forward again now, just to the edge where the barrier had pushed the fallen angel back. She lifted her human hand to it and felt a biting cold that challenged her in a more direct fashion. Even mortals needed the rod to enter. It was protected on all levels.
She removed the box, sliding her fingers over the keys before it opened to show a small red white stone. No matter what heat was applied to it, the ruby never lost the frost around it, fogging up the true color while it’s edges and cuts were emphasized in white. She closed her hand around it, feeling the same biting cold she felt from the barrier, but it vibrated with an entirely different energy now that it was close to both the barrier and its true home in the rod.
Azazel’s energy pressed forward and she stepped closer to him, stabilizing the rod against the icy ground before cupping the ruby in both her hands. She focused on the new energy, and the power she felt from the rod. The rod itself began to glow, before erupting in its trademark flames but the ruby floated into the air as if in challenge. She spun her fingers around it, pouring in more of her own altered ki, before she gently pushed the gem towards the rod, before turning her hand and pushing it into the top end. It merged, and almost melted into the stave, and it’s hot flames turned from orange to white to blue, and the heat vanished into a cold Az was only protected from while his hand stayed gripped to the staff itself.
Bulma felt it, so cold it burned and her eyes closed to take in the feeling. It was enough to freeze her in place, and yet her affinity was also towards cold, and she fought it off and refocused her mind to the barrier before them. Within another moment Azazel’s magic altered, however slightly. Bulma’s lips moved but she did not release the sound often required for such old magic. It wasn’t as forceful as his either. If it weren’t so powerful it would have been considered purely support. Her magic wove into his, strengthening it and empowering it using the ‘copper’ that was the stave. She manipulated it’s magic with ease, and Azazel’s magic wrapped around the barrier until it shattered like ice.
”I doubt it will stay down long,” she said quietly, her head buzzing a little from the conducted energy, almost reluctant to release the newly made Ice Staff. ”But judging from that, you should be in for a wild ride in training.”
The prince had taken the Ice Staff back from the reluctant Bulma, he knew how much she wanted the staff and a grin etched across his face as he proceeded to walk past the now downed barrier and towards the large ornate doors carved into the mountain side. The ice temple was behind these doors, a mystical place forged eons ago by mortals who undoubtedly had a great understanding for magic and elemental magic... the race and civilization that had birthed this marvel was clearly long gone now the prince thought to himself as he waved his right hand over the staff and dematerialized it back into his pocket dimension.
He placed a hand upon one of the massive doors before him, his gauntleted touch echoing against the stone surface as it began to easily swing inward as if barely touched at all. The temperature plummeted once more as the fallen one crossed the threshold, his breath visibly turning into snow as it exhaled from his nose. If his supernatural resistance had not been such a buffer he surmised any exposed flesh on his vessel would have started to freeze as soon as he had crossed the threshold. Torches lit all around, casting a bluish hue via pure light blue flames before Azazel stopped in the middle of the chamber and closed his eyes. Something felt off here, as if the very fabric of time was being altered. Opening his eyes Azazel turned back, his eyes resting upon the figure of Bulma as the temple was also open to her. This would not be the place she would want to linger, not unless she wished to age beyond her normal life expectancy... or had his brothers influence negated that problem for the human infused with demonic energies? The primordial was not so sure. But he highly doubted the entirety of the temple was influenced in this way, as there was another set of doors leading further into the structure and most likely further into more strange and exciting possibilities.
Azazel though was not here for the sight seeing though, he was here to train in magically fortified environments to grow his strength and to unleash his once prominent control over the elemental. He would need to be alone for this and so he looked back and gave a mock salute to his companion before jumping high into the air towards a vaulted ceiling that for all intents and purposes seemed to not exist, the very fabric of time pulling against his body as the frigid temperatures tried to turn him into a frozen statue. Luckily for him time was of no consequence and unlike many of the others who had traversed this temple the cold was but a minor inconvenience. But combined and over the course of his time here he would grow exponentially... and perhaps even fortify his transformation to the final stages he had only obtained before being stripped down to his once former broken self. He hated to be imprisoned in any fashion, his time locked away for his legitimate back stabbing of his brother Lucifer had been something even he had almost cracked from. Millions of years locked away stripped down to his basest existence and here he was imprisoning himself into a frozen hell...the irony was not lost upon him.
His assumption that time flowed differently had been more than accurate as he hovered above the sheet of ice that had been forming beneath him, his black aura of flames pulsated outwards biting at the cold around him but not with heat... but with a mystic coldness that seemed to transcend absolute zero. How much time had passed was hard to gauge... had it been a few centuries? A millennium? He knew outside this almost never ending chamber that much time had not passed... But he knew Bulma would of been on her own at least several weeks... he seemed to find himself pondering what she had been up to in the deeper layers of this mountain temple, what secrets had she unlocked? What trouble had she undoubtedly found herself in? The pulsating flames flickered away as his crimson eyes opened, his ebony locks blew slightly in the frigid wind as he lowered himself down upon the forming ice cap beneath his feet.
"I've done all I can do in here... it is time to move on and rejoin her."
His voice echoed as he spoke, his footsteps reverberating with each step as he made his way towards the door he had seen so long ago now.
Azazel would be a much different and much darker version of himself than Bulma would remember... the time in isolation and the depths to which he had grown since coming in here after his ritual were truly astounding... he had even managed to master and alter his previous maximum transformation to new and astounding heights. Would the universe be ready for him? That certainly was the question... because he was ready for the universe, his mental game of chess he had been playing since his return from his prison dimension was picking up pace... and those who could not keep up would certainly be swept aside.
Bulma gave Azazel a small, polite smile as she gave him back the staff, and then scrunched her nose at him to show her real displeasure of it. There wasn’t enough to do more than give a scrunched nose and smile again back towards their target, but she definitely would have put the staff to far greater use in her own training than it was getting sitting in a pocket dimension. She didn’t mind however. They had yet to see the inside of the temple, and if she was correct the stave would be needed for an easy exit. It was possible that without it, even Azazel could be trapped. They might have had a good relationship, but it wasn’t at the level that he would trust her with something as important as that, especially with his history of imprisonment.
She on the other hand, was completely content to take that risk. She had faith in the fallen prince, more than she perhaps should have, but she also had back up plans. She always had back up plans.
She took a moment to study the door, memorizing the patterns and symbols, then stepped back just a little when Azazel pressed his hand forward. The door moved easily, content to open to them now that the barrier had dropped. They had proven themselves to be able to enter this level of the temple, and why it has been as easy was quickly transparent. There were other challenges to face.
She noticed the shift in the demon prince, however slight. Physical discomfort often looked the same as emotional discomfort, and where as she had only seen Az’s displeasure, his boredom, and his impatience, it was similar. Tense muscles, careful breaths, a certain solidarity.
She knew what discomfort for him could mean, but she lifted her hand across the threshold regardless, taking a small amount of caution. Even with her tech and the soft layer of ki, it immediately went frigid. Her skin began to burn as all the little pain receptors in it suddenly activated like the air itself was harshly rubbing her burned skin, even when there was no wind to speak of.
She didn’t make a sound to this, watching her hand briefly, studying to effects, before she coated it in more ki, lest she lose a finger. She moved her aura over the rest of her body and stepped in, and still it was far worse than anything else she felt, even in the frosty mountains in winter with metallic joints. Her lips immediately turned a blue to match her eyes as her face paled almost a pure white, and all the while it felt life she was on fire.
She had been through cold hells and hot hells. When it came to pain, fire was worse because at least the cold shut down your mind as well. That wasn’t how it worked in hell though. Your mind stayed very active, unable to control your body as you felt the intense sensation of burning, tied together with the stabbing of a thousand needles. You got to sit with the intense pounding in your skull and choke as your blood started to freeze. Every breath was biting, cutting the inside of your throat and lungs, and every breath out was fiery again, blistering you lips and throat.
This was colder than a freezing hell, and it did not have the magical benefit of keeping her mind active. Bulma felt lethargic and energy-less in a matter of moments, and she had to pause to clear her mind entirely, and control her aura a little better. She had a strong mind, no one would argue, and she shifted it into gear, pushing into adrenaline stores, compartmentalizing the pain. She got her body to remember to breathe on its own again, accepting the pain every breath gave her. Soon enough she no longer started at it.
She walked after Azazel, taking each step carefully and swaying her arms, testing her movement and the rigidness of her limbs. It definitely wasn’t as loose as she’d like it, but when he looked back to her, her blue lips cracked into a smile and she lifted her hand in a wave of her fingers at his salute. She watched him for a moment longer, then turned her gaze to the flames that burned cold, so much like the angel.
The tech she brought with her was freezing over, unable to adapt, which made her a bit sad because it meant she would not be able to get an accurate read on the environment she endured. She would have to remember and compare if possible her bodily responses at a later date. (Yes, that meant she was willing to do this again in a lab just to get a clear understanding of the temple.) For now her focus had to carry her onwards however.
Her pause made the next step difficult to take, and she had to release more aura to bring the smallest amounts of energy to her body and blood. She was almost fully powered up now, but it seemed she would still require more energy simply to cross the hall. It wasn’t far, and yet she had not reached the halfway point. The black ki around her claw appendage grew and wrapped around her, the chaos energy turning her eyes and hair black. A tie formed around her throat and a suit jacket formed under her puffy coat. Fallen angel wings were often crafted into fine suits that served as great armor and empowerment tools. Hers was made of one of Lucifer’s own feathers, and it wrapped around her like a warm blanket as her power rose further.
And she walked.
When she reached the door, it was not so happy to open. She pressed both her frozen hands upon it and moved all that energy from the rest of her body, allowing it to be bitten and taken by the cold. If this failed, she really would be paying her master a surprise visit after all, but it was a calculated risk. Something was different outside this room. If it wasn’t, well, she’d probably end up hopeless anyway. She wouldn’t be able to bear this type of cold forever like Azazel. She was not that immortal. The enhancements and modifications to her DNA weren’t to this level, nor did she want them to be.
The door gave.
Once again, it was as if she stepped through a portal. As soon as she crossed the doorway, the cold lessened immensely without anything to chase after her. Her breathing immediately quickened, desperate to get painless air and she shook her entire body as if that would push off the lingering bits of no temperature at all.
It wasn’t like it was warm now of course, but she could power down and conserve energy, add heat to her frozen tech, and survive, so long as she was careful. The door had closed behind her like a shutter, so after a quick inspection of the empty hall, Bulma took the time to warm and get herself situated again before moving on. There was no saying what she would have to fight with next, and long term survival usually meant practicing some carefulness.
Total: 4,409 / 4,200
Total: 4,409 / 4,200