The answer to those who pray [Kami Student Potentials]

[Thread PL: 26,608, Heavy Weights On, Reduced PL: 6,652]

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Kale suddenly awoke from what he believed to be a chimera. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes, attempting to awaken completely from his slumber. The bed sheets felt cold against his skin while his shifted slightly. Words echoed within his mind; the words of the Kami of Earth. The Saiyan remained in his bed, sitting in an upright position while he mulled over what he heard in his sleep.

"The Kami?" Kale repeated aloud in a soft muse. Was this a coincidence? He thought back to when he initially visited Korin's tower. The day that he met Tomoyo and the Lookout's caretaker, Bing Gan. He remembered what Bing had said, that he had to climb Korin's tower to reach Kami's Lookout physically. To get to it in an easier manner such as flight would just be disrespectful.

Was this day the day that the Saiyan would finally meet the Kami of this planet? Kale believed so, deep down he knew that he would finally meet her. Especially after calling out the way that she did. A smile of confidence grew on Kale's face. "Looks like I'd better get going, then."

Once Kale was dressed and ready to go, he stepped outside of his home and took to the air with haste so that he could reach the tower with great urgency. Within a half hour, Kale finally reached the massive structure that he became familiar with weeks ago. Only this time, the Saiyan would start at the bottom of the tower. Lowering himself to the ground that was covered by blades of grass, Kale walked right up to the tower's column that stood betwixt beautiful tall trees and a single teepee hut.

Now that Kale had arrived, he was taking in the tower that pierced the heavens in wonderment. The stone tower had so much detail to it. It must have been around for some time, being that the structure appeared slightly worn. He didn't want to waste away the day by staring at the tower, now. It was time for him to climb. "Okay, here I go!" After removing and capsulizing his heavy weights, bent his knees to lowered himself slightly toward the ground, preparing to jump. 

Releasing the metaphorical spring in his legs, Kale vaulted himself a great distance toward the sky! It was certainly a good head-start. The tower was blurred as the Saiyan whizzed past the structure. After a few minutes, his vertical journey was coming to a halt. Then, Kale came to a momentary hover. It was then that he grasped the tower to hang onto it. By his judgment, he was roughly one-quarter of the way up. The Saiyan proceeded to climb, more so vaulting himself up the tower than physically climbing it, and he eventually reached Korin's Tower.

Once his feet were firmly on the tile of the building, he reminisced about his last visit to this particular place of the world. But, he was slightly saddened, seeing that all of the furniture that was owned by Tomoyo was now missing. This only caused him to remember hearing about the boy's death. It was a shame that somebody so young had to lose their life. He sighed and attempted to shrug off the feeling of sorrow. There was no point in mourning a death. Instead, he believed that he should celebrate their life. 

Kale now had to decide how exactly he would reach Kami's lookout. According to Bing Gan, the Lookout rested above Korin's tower. "Well, the climb is complete. But is there another tower?" He asked to no one but himself. The Saiyan hovered off of the ground and flew out of the entrance of the tower's building so that he could get a better look at the situation. Lo and behold, he saw an even larger structure up above him. Except there were no means of getting up there. He smiled to himself with confidence. "Looks like the only way is to fly. I've already climbed this far up, so there must be no harm in it!"

The Saiyan made a bee-line for Kami's Lookout. He couldn't help but look at the edifice in wonderment. Soon enough, Kale reached the top of the lookout and landed on the circular floor. The Saiyan noticed the beautiful square tiles. "Huh. All of these squares make a circle." Kale looked about, walking for a moment as he attempted to locate the source of the voice. He stopped and placed his hands on his hips, being slightly confused. He figured that the palace up ahead must be where the voice originated from. Kale decided that that was where he would go.

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Neato wasn't really one to desire strength, or Protect others.  He was just an average skeleton with a desire for pizza and friends. So when Maeve's message went out it fell deaf on the skeleton.   He had been in West Capitol for the day, trying out their various food places when Maeve's Light show of a beacon appeared.  He, like many others, looked up at it in awe.  It was beautiful whatever it was.  To some it was a mystery, to others a beacon.  To Neato, it meant a chance to make a new friend.  He narrowed his eyes, getting determined and nodded to himself.  Quickly he headed off to a general goods store, and after a quick exchange, headed towards the tower, a gift basket full of various cookies and other baked goods in his hands.

Finding the tower was a cinch, All he had to do was skate board towards the beacon, until he reached the tower.  Once he got there he stopped and looked up. "WOWIE!" He exclaimed.  "Thats a long climb! And not a rope to be found.  No stairs or ladder...."   The skeleton looked about a frown clear on his boney face.  He tapped a foot before snapping.  "A normal skeleton would just pack it up and leave, but I am no normal skeleton! I am Neato Skeletino! And I wont leave this place until I've made a Friend! Even if that means I must climb this tower!"

Neato picked up his skateboard and capsuled it, before placing that away in his jacket pocket.  He put the basket in his mouth, keeping a firm grip on it's handle before he hopped onto the Tower, taking hold of it as best as he could.  He'd begin his climb.  Up and up and up.  It took him a while, and he almost dropped the basket a few times.  After about an hour of climbing he reached the top and climbed inside of Korin's Home. He placed the basket down on the stairs and panted, bending over to catch his breath. 

"I-I am not tired tower!' He panted. "Merely winded!"  He pulled off his baseball cap and wiped his forehead before picking up the basket.  He'd make his way up the stairs and hold out the gift basket. "Hello frie-..." He blinked noting no one was around and frowned.  "Is this not the right place? Could I have been mistaken?"  He thought for a few moments before he walked out the side and looked up.  He narrowed his eyes and brought a hand up to keep the sun's glare out of his eye sockets.  He noted the Lookout and blinked. 

"How did I miss that?" He asked, mostly to himself before hopping up on the top of the tower's roof.  He stared up at the lookout and tapped his foot.  How was he going to get up there? Again not a rope in site and such. He pondered and thought before an idea hit him.  "I know!" He said snapping his fingers.


"Oh King of Booooooones~" He called out. There was some sort of groan that was heard, before a large portal appeared behind Neato.   A massive Skeletal hand came from it and grabbed Neato, before chucking him upwards.   Neato, whom was shrieking on his way up, zoomed right past the lookout's edge.  He'd fall back down to the Lookout's tiles and smash into it, sending his bones every which way.  His skull hit the ground and rolled, all the way over to Maeve and the group, as the basket of baked goods landed on where his ribs landed.

A few moments would pass before the bones would swirl together and Neato would reform, clothes and all.  He shook himself off and approached the group, holding the basket out.  "Hello friends!" He said in a jovial tone. "I am Neato Skeletino! And I am here to be your friend!"  He stated that last bit rather matter of factly before offering up the basket.  "Please accept this basket of Baked Goods as a sign of our new friendship!"

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[2/3] KP |  [N1] A GIANT FIST used to throw Neato up to the lookout!

The Answer To Whose Who Pray

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Thread PL: 600
OOC: HERE COMES A NEW CHALLENGER!
Worked really hard on this one to try and set a tone for Victoria's character as a whole. I would appreciate any feedback in regards to it! Thank you for your time!

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Victoria Grace D’Arvoire was not a woman of faith, not religion. Victoria saw faith as complacency with the world — a passive way to simple hope that other hands would take the reins and usher in change. Religion was another problem for her. She believed there were multiple levels to all of reality — realms with beings that hold enough power to have uncontestedly risen to levels in which they could claim themselves deities. She didn’t see fit to worship imperfect beings. In her mind, the only fathomable thing to worship was something whole, something perfect. Not something that was another fallible thing who simply took the quickest path to power.

This wasn’t to say she wasn’t spiritual — she was a witch, after all. Mysticism, harmony, and the dichotomy yin & yang — of forces — is what she studied for her communal with the magical aether.

In other words, Victoria didn’t pray; she listened — to the universe, always. Her eyes remained opened to omens, hints as to what good fortune and fate attempted to sway close enough to her path.

Listening to the universe was hard when you were knee deep in paperwork.

“Oh, Victoria, dear — this is your last case as a firm-employed Attorney-At-Law; you absolutely must make it a good one! Go out with a bang, love; burn bright! Pick a challenging case! Put your name down among our most successful employees!” The woman found herself mocking in a hitch pitched voice. Sadly, that mockery only served to serve to further put her down — she was, after all, the one who listened to all that hooey.

Listening to her soon-to-be ex-coworkers is why Victoria found herself cramped in her modest hovercar, papers strewn over her lap, the third cup of coffee steaming in the cup holder, while two empty ones had already gone in the garbage compactor. And, adding insult to injury, a two flyaways could be glimpsed atop her head every time she peeked up at the rear view mirror.

Listening to the universe was harder when you were an over stressed mother.

While filling out reports and having to go out on a field examination herself was tiring, trying question witnesses so far off the grid it was possible they never even heard of a phone was damn near exhausting.

At least she had to thank modern technology to be able to do all of this; with autopilot on the woman was able to cruise the skies at a leisurely pace, getting through the bureaucratic pile of work while en-route to a remote indigenous tribe she had to ‘interview’. Even while attempting to focus on her work a nagging voice chimed in at the back of the caffeinated mother, pinging her to check in on her daughter. Sure, she was at school… But recess would be coming in soon; a call to see if she was doing well couldn’t hurt. Especially if those nasty little ratchet inner-city children were still picking on her — Victoria had half a ming to hex them with something nasty!

Well, maybe not too nasty — maybe a bad hair day curse… Or maybe a hole-in-sock curse with increased probability of stepping in something wet when they have their socks on! No -- no, that wouldn’t be good; it was winter, after all, Victoria wouldn’t want any kids to get a cold — or frostbite because of her… But, still, something to hopefully get them to leave her own little munchkin alone.

Placing the pen in her right hand down on the gloomy grimoire and paperwork it held at her lap, the woman’s dainty hand reached out for the aforementioned coffee. It was brought over her chest, where her hands cupped around it; focusing on its warmth and the invigorating scent of caffeine, Victoria attempted to get a hold of her herself — strike her balance again so she could return to work in a collected, efficient manner. A little coffee break is exactly what she needed.

Behind her elegant glasses, Victoria found her eyes closing to get some respite.

Oddly enough, despite her shuteye, a brilliant light flooded her system. The drained witch flinched, shying away until the light faded enough that she was confided in opening her eyes; thankfully that didn’t take long, as the glow faded as quickly as it had arrived. She was greeted with a beautiful twinkle of a silvery star yonder in the midday sky. Its light danced, creating a holy, crepuscular show through the wispy cloud layer she traversed, that ensnared the witch.

Like a moth drawn to a flame, Victoria found herself changing the course of her autopilot just a hair — just enough to make that silvery light her new destination. Something about its glow seemed benign. Or, at the very least, certainly not malevolent. Out of curiosity alone, she was more than happy to pen-in that mysterious radiant glow to her little ‘coffee break’ schedule.

Thankfully, Miss Grace arrived at the scene quickly enough that she wouldn’t kick herself for cutting down on productivity. The hovercar broke through a puft of cloud, giving way to a strange sight.

‘You know,’ The woman found herself thinking; eyes squinting as she attempted to confirm what she saw, ‘I don’t remember ‘giant flying base’ on the list of tourist attractions for the Western Frontier…’

Her eyes focused on the unmoving, eloquent platform of white tiles and meticulously placed trees that hovered somewhere above the vast majority of clouds.

“Well,” She murmured, “It’s certainly beauti--” Her voice stopped — IMMEDIATELY, and her skin began to crawl as though she had been in the middle of a forest covered in honey. Her pupils constricted as she took note of the surface of the strange platform.

“H-how do all those squares make a circle?!” Demanded the OCD-stricken mother.

The hovercar soon found itself setting down near some of the neatly-planted tree plots. She saw no parking signs, so the fear of getting a ticket was currently not present. From what she could tell there was some kind of gathering taking place — and that was when disappointment and a hint of annoyance began to settle in.

Is that what was happening here? Some group of friends decided to get together and set off fireworks?

An exasperated sigh escaped her lips. Victoria exited the car, smoothing out her short, black pencil skirt and adjusting her white office shirt. With her coffee cup in hand, the woman reached up to adjust her glasses. She tucked her grimoire beneath her left arm and got moving.

Her heels began to clack against the ivory tiles, as she brought herself closer to the group. She was already here; she might as well socialize a bit, get to know just what this place was — how it hovered, and what the hell that bright light was. Both of those subjects were, without a doubt, of magical origin.

That’s when it hit her! C-could this be a coven gathering?! Her painted lips tugged into the eager smile of a woman who desperately missed gossip and small talk; her pace quickened as she took note of the figures that were yonder.

Some kind of floating blade — not the kind of imagery that was unfamiliar to witches, although that kind of magic wasn’t something she was very fond of. The more primal shamanistic ways didn't appeal to her more refined practices.

A skeleton. Necromancy. Maybe coming here was a mistake — necromancers were often one of the creepiest, least flattering magus one could come across.

She also saw a woman — she looked old, human enough to be a practitioner... Although the armor and scouter certainly branded her as 'saiyan'; if a saiyan had the finesse and intelligence to use magic then Victoria might as well be a baboon... So maybe this wasn't a coven gathering... So, what was it?

It wasn’t until she saw the mostly nude, massive hunk of a man; just as much fat as muscle spilling out from over the edges of his fear. Tight elbow pads, a mask, with unnecessarily snug pink shorts and a bright star on his crotch that she had to stop completely and re-evaluate her decisions.

Was this one of those parties? If a whip broke at any point in this event she was going to make a beeline for her car and act like this entire thing never happened. This wouldn’t be the first gathering she drunk to forget.

That sight alone was enough to overshadow just about everything else present — including the absolutely elegantly dressed woman who, for some reason, reminded Victoria of a golden zodiac dragon… Although her choice in wear was absolutely divine.

Kale stood in complete awe as he laid his coal colored eyes upon the one who was known as Kami. In the Saiyan's mind, this draconian woman before him was indeed a god; a person that dedicated their life to protecting and caring for an entire planet was more than deserving of that title. Kale looked on with wonderment filling him like a well. If anyone could help him become a true protector, Kami had to be the perfect candidate.

One by one, more individuals arrived on the Lookout. Never before had Kale witnessed such a gathering of different backgrounds since the invasion of the Saiyan Solar Empire. Furthermore, each appeared to have arrived due to Kami's prayer. That told the Saiyan that all of these people were like him, in the sense that they wanted to do good for the world. At least, he hoped that was the case.

Maeve's words instilled a sense of importance within Kale. The very notion that she would consider him as a potential student caused him to feel joy and determination. He waited in silence with the others until the Kami finished speaking to them. It was at this time that the Saiyan would respond.

"It is a great honor to meet you, Kami," Kale began. "My name is Kale. Since I arrived on Earth, my goal has been to become one if the great protectors of the planet. I was a part of the initial Saiyan invasion. But I took no lives. Once I arrived, I made the decision to live here and become a defender of the people in case another invasion or great threat were to arise. If you are willing to teach, then I am ready to learn."