Post by Deleted on Apr 5, 2015 3:33:20 GMT
She found that since landing on Earth, there were only surprises left and right for her. First, finding that a war had already wrecked some of the stability, meeting one of the most powerful beings on the planet and then eating with one of the warriors had been a dizzying experience. However... It was also a wake up call for her.
She needed power to attain her goals, and information she was searching for would not be easy t come by. It could even cost her her life, if Reikiko was any indication of the powerful fighters on this planet. So, she traveled into the night to find a place she could train in earnest. Her power was different than most, seeing as it tapped into a power that called the outside spirits unto her body. It was better than the alternative she couldn't even use.
She found a town, a small one but that's all she needed, that was seemingly abandoned. Dirt roads, square buildings and small weeds that seemed to roll in the wind before breaking upon contact made up the town. The scene before her had Zerori grimace in dismay, "This place is a dump... But I guess that makes it perfect."
With that, she started her search for any supplies left behind. Zerori didn't think the war was exclusive to West City but this place was dryer than a dust bowl, so it must have been like this before the war.
After a solo hour of searching, she placed what she found on the ground and looked it over curiously. Earth tools weren't much different than tools found in the galaxy with one great exception.
They were banefully rudimentary.
Picking up a hammer, Zerori stared at it dryly before dropping it back down where it cracked the already desert ground. With a sigh, she stood up and made a note to store them somewhere safe for later. It was time for her to begin.
Her powers, though they didn't appear that much different, came from a completely different source than most people. Where as energy was generated naturally with a beings' chakras rotating clock-wise, hers rotated in the opposite direction; she called it 'Reverse Flow' and it has been the bane of her existence.
Facing the building across from her, she clenched fists and raised her arms parallel to her body. After a few moments, she let out a cry and threw her arms down to release a stream of fire that scorched the ground wildly. She clenched her teeth in concentration, moving her arms up slowly and creating a whirlwind around her that gradually shaped into what would look like a firenado.
Inside, Zerori was sweating profusely as she pushed her body to adapt to the temperature. An impossible task for nearly anyone that wasn't in control of the fires but Zerori had been through them enough to 'keep her cool' at this point. With a cry, she threw her left arm out, the flames following the direction she thrust and roared towards the building she was in front of. Crashing into it, the building crumbled easily under the fire, the wood and dust acting as kindling for the destruction to accelerate. The fire-fused tornado dissipated around her, leaving a heavily breathing Halfling. All over her body were burns, some minor, others more serious.
Moving only so much, she growled lowly at her injuries realizing that she didn’t keep up the barrier around her body enough. The fire surrounding her was supposed to test her body’s limitations, not damn near kill her! I don’t have enough control over them yet, she lamented angrily.
As the building crumbled, quickly giving way to embers that would burn for some time, she took deep calming breaths. She walked forward, soon after nearly falling to her knees in pain and holding her side, “Ffffuck,” She hissed and stopped moving completely. “This is gonna be so damn painful,” She groaned in a pitiable expression. Taking her time, she tried again and bit her lip until it bleed to stifle the pain. Anything to not think about it! Moving toward one of the other buildings, one in particular that had the words ‘Saloon’ on a board above the door, she then leaned against the doorway to collect herself.
She needed to lie down as soon as possible before she passed out. Using the door way and the tables around her as a ballast, she balanced her burnt body until she tripped. Grabbing a table, it fell along side her and she landed with a loud cry of pain on her back. Apparently, there was a burn she had no idea existed there and it screamed at her to move. “Ghnn!” She groaned, trying to move again. Turning her body over made her nearly retch before she stopped and took more breaths. Getting to one knee, she wobbled and decided, Yeah, just stop right there for now.
Five minutes passed, pain gradually fading into oblivion and soon (thankfully) numbness. It was only sad because in a few minutes, she’d have to move again. Woefully, her knees were starting to hurt and the provision pouch at her side was only accessible if she could turn her body to reach for it almost at her back.
Gotta try, though! With an almost inhuman effort (even if she wasn’t human) she reached with her opposite arm toward her back. Slowly, it reached and reached until it was almost trembling, her fingers grazing the disengaging latch. Just as she was about to give up, the encrusted and burnt skin stretching to capacity, her finger pressed the button and she almost fell on her face from her body going limp. The pack landed on the ground, open and spilling out the contents.
Inside, as she knew it would be, was a pack of derma-gel, patches, injections of varying uses and finally – a scalpel with a string.
Closing her eyes in relief, she leaned against the table and started her meticulous – and painful practice – of getting into her tools and applying the medication. It took her twenty minutes before the pain of her wounds were a dull ache, her back still unattended. There wasn’t going to be anyway to get to it alone, unfortunately…
“I’ll be damned if I’m going to call anyone to help me,” She hissed, her fangs poking out from her lip in irritation. Looking at her hands, she gave a deep sigh at all the burns that slowly seemed to heal with the gel. She was so weak still; maybe she should have cut her losses and let things be as they were...
A few moments passed, tense and full of angst, before she growled loudly and threw her fist down into the wooden boards next to her. They splintered and shattered, breaking apart to give way to the fist in her rage; behind her blue eyes, conflicted raged within her. She’d come here and found so many interesting and valuable things and now she couldn’t handle it? She would not – could not – accept that!
Pulling out her fist with a shameful huff, she noticed something papery attached to her hand and looked at it curiously. “What the hell-?” Swiftly twisting her wrist – regretting the pain soon after – she held the paper in her hand to look at it in detail. Words she could hardly understand were written but they were definitely familiar with the words that seemed to be all around the city she was in before. What she could understand easily, were the numbers that were in the corners. Four digits lines each corner and she blinked in surprise.
M-Money?! In a place like this?! She thought incredulously. Interested beyond reason, she looked back at the hole and leaned over to peek inside. Ignoring the pain, she gasped at the wads that seemed to be neatly rolled (or were, thanks to her fist) in rows. Some were rotted while others were still okay, possibly the water picking and choosing by random which paper to eat.
She just stared at it for a couple of minutes, contemplating what she could do with this money. However, beyond what she could do with it, the better question was… where did it come from?
With a grin of victory, she chuckled, “Looks like a job for… a hunter~”
She needed power to attain her goals, and information she was searching for would not be easy t come by. It could even cost her her life, if Reikiko was any indication of the powerful fighters on this planet. So, she traveled into the night to find a place she could train in earnest. Her power was different than most, seeing as it tapped into a power that called the outside spirits unto her body. It was better than the alternative she couldn't even use.
She found a town, a small one but that's all she needed, that was seemingly abandoned. Dirt roads, square buildings and small weeds that seemed to roll in the wind before breaking upon contact made up the town. The scene before her had Zerori grimace in dismay, "This place is a dump... But I guess that makes it perfect."
With that, she started her search for any supplies left behind. Zerori didn't think the war was exclusive to West City but this place was dryer than a dust bowl, so it must have been like this before the war.
After a solo hour of searching, she placed what she found on the ground and looked it over curiously. Earth tools weren't much different than tools found in the galaxy with one great exception.
They were banefully rudimentary.
Picking up a hammer, Zerori stared at it dryly before dropping it back down where it cracked the already desert ground. With a sigh, she stood up and made a note to store them somewhere safe for later. It was time for her to begin.
Her powers, though they didn't appear that much different, came from a completely different source than most people. Where as energy was generated naturally with a beings' chakras rotating clock-wise, hers rotated in the opposite direction; she called it 'Reverse Flow' and it has been the bane of her existence.
Facing the building across from her, she clenched fists and raised her arms parallel to her body. After a few moments, she let out a cry and threw her arms down to release a stream of fire that scorched the ground wildly. She clenched her teeth in concentration, moving her arms up slowly and creating a whirlwind around her that gradually shaped into what would look like a firenado.
Inside, Zerori was sweating profusely as she pushed her body to adapt to the temperature. An impossible task for nearly anyone that wasn't in control of the fires but Zerori had been through them enough to 'keep her cool' at this point. With a cry, she threw her left arm out, the flames following the direction she thrust and roared towards the building she was in front of. Crashing into it, the building crumbled easily under the fire, the wood and dust acting as kindling for the destruction to accelerate. The fire-fused tornado dissipated around her, leaving a heavily breathing Halfling. All over her body were burns, some minor, others more serious.
Moving only so much, she growled lowly at her injuries realizing that she didn’t keep up the barrier around her body enough. The fire surrounding her was supposed to test her body’s limitations, not damn near kill her! I don’t have enough control over them yet, she lamented angrily.
As the building crumbled, quickly giving way to embers that would burn for some time, she took deep calming breaths. She walked forward, soon after nearly falling to her knees in pain and holding her side, “Ffffuck,” She hissed and stopped moving completely. “This is gonna be so damn painful,” She groaned in a pitiable expression. Taking her time, she tried again and bit her lip until it bleed to stifle the pain. Anything to not think about it! Moving toward one of the other buildings, one in particular that had the words ‘Saloon’ on a board above the door, she then leaned against the doorway to collect herself.
She needed to lie down as soon as possible before she passed out. Using the door way and the tables around her as a ballast, she balanced her burnt body until she tripped. Grabbing a table, it fell along side her and she landed with a loud cry of pain on her back. Apparently, there was a burn she had no idea existed there and it screamed at her to move. “Ghnn!” She groaned, trying to move again. Turning her body over made her nearly retch before she stopped and took more breaths. Getting to one knee, she wobbled and decided, Yeah, just stop right there for now.
Five minutes passed, pain gradually fading into oblivion and soon (thankfully) numbness. It was only sad because in a few minutes, she’d have to move again. Woefully, her knees were starting to hurt and the provision pouch at her side was only accessible if she could turn her body to reach for it almost at her back.
Gotta try, though! With an almost inhuman effort (even if she wasn’t human) she reached with her opposite arm toward her back. Slowly, it reached and reached until it was almost trembling, her fingers grazing the disengaging latch. Just as she was about to give up, the encrusted and burnt skin stretching to capacity, her finger pressed the button and she almost fell on her face from her body going limp. The pack landed on the ground, open and spilling out the contents.
Inside, as she knew it would be, was a pack of derma-gel, patches, injections of varying uses and finally – a scalpel with a string.
Closing her eyes in relief, she leaned against the table and started her meticulous – and painful practice – of getting into her tools and applying the medication. It took her twenty minutes before the pain of her wounds were a dull ache, her back still unattended. There wasn’t going to be anyway to get to it alone, unfortunately…
“I’ll be damned if I’m going to call anyone to help me,” She hissed, her fangs poking out from her lip in irritation. Looking at her hands, she gave a deep sigh at all the burns that slowly seemed to heal with the gel. She was so weak still; maybe she should have cut her losses and let things be as they were...
A few moments passed, tense and full of angst, before she growled loudly and threw her fist down into the wooden boards next to her. They splintered and shattered, breaking apart to give way to the fist in her rage; behind her blue eyes, conflicted raged within her. She’d come here and found so many interesting and valuable things and now she couldn’t handle it? She would not – could not – accept that!
Pulling out her fist with a shameful huff, she noticed something papery attached to her hand and looked at it curiously. “What the hell-?” Swiftly twisting her wrist – regretting the pain soon after – she held the paper in her hand to look at it in detail. Words she could hardly understand were written but they were definitely familiar with the words that seemed to be all around the city she was in before. What she could understand easily, were the numbers that were in the corners. Four digits lines each corner and she blinked in surprise.
M-Money?! In a place like this?! She thought incredulously. Interested beyond reason, she looked back at the hole and leaned over to peek inside. Ignoring the pain, she gasped at the wads that seemed to be neatly rolled (or were, thanks to her fist) in rows. Some were rotted while others were still okay, possibly the water picking and choosing by random which paper to eat.
She just stared at it for a couple of minutes, contemplating what she could do with this money. However, beyond what she could do with it, the better question was… where did it come from?
With a grin of victory, she chuckled, “Looks like a job for… a hunter~”
