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Post by Tourit on Nov 10, 2016 4:28:33 GMT
(Thread power level 39,270)
"Alright, I gotta start training. I assume that all those strong people I met have already begun training, so I have to as well.”
Tourit had chosen a large forest to start his training in, and had already started practicing his punches. He had chosen an area with many tall bamboo trees around it. Usually, he would hit trees to make them fall, but today he had decided to not hit a single tree, instead focusing his blows around them, making sure not to hit a single one.
Hearing a sound in the distance, his concentration broke and he hit a thin bamboo, causing it to snap in half and fall. Looking back, he saw that a large boar was the cause of the disruption. It looked mad and ready to charge. Acting quickly, the demon prince quickly warped behind the beast and grabbed its neck, preparing to snap it. “I haven’t anything to eat since I landed here...” The oversized pig was squealing and trying to break free, but it simply didn’t have the strength to get out of Tourit’s hold.
Just as he was about to break the boars neck, he thought of his wife, Tenshi. He eased his grip, and watched the pig run off in fear. “She probably wouldn’t like the taste of wild hog anyway.”
Finding a small open clearing, Tourit sat down and started meditating. “I need to mind as well I suppose…”
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Post by Deleted on Nov 10, 2016 5:06:04 GMT
(Current PL: 12,510 due to Heavy Weights hidden under his attire) (Actual PL: 50,043) (Ki Suppression active) ( Attire) Marcel had been sitting upon a branch, observing this stranger with his arms folded, and back against the bark. He had his ki suppressed the entire time as he didn't want to disrupt the male's training. On occasions, Marcel would see people coming to here to train. It made the demonic hybrid consider actually getting a home instead of living out here in the forest where anyone could come up. Perhaps he should take Shemha's offer....No....the man shook his head a bit as he continued to watch with a small smile on his face. It was nice to see people come up here however, especially when they have come to train. As the guy was preparing himself, the hybrid heard a growl which diverted his attention from the guy. He looked over to see a boar who was readying to take down the stranger. Marcel didn't seem the least bit worried about him however as he could tell from the ki he was sensing that this man could hold his own. He also sensed a dark aura as well. Yet another demon perhaps? It seemed that Law was having run ins with demons, and fellow demonic hybrids left, and right lately. Back then he yearned to meet another demon to learn more about himself, and now it seemed he got his wish on a greater scale. As the man subdued the boar, and appeared that he was about to kill it, Marcel frowned a bit as he wasn't a fan of senseless killing, unless he planned to eat the beast afterward. The hybrid sighed softly shortly after in relief as the guy decided to let it go, but an eyebrow would raise about his comment shortly after. "She?" he mumbled to himself, wondering who he was talking about. As the man moved to an opening to meditate, Marcel leaped from the branch, and landed softly on the ground so he'd not disturb the man. This was the very opening that Marcel used to train, and sometimes meditate as well, or at least he thought it was.....there were a lot of openings here. Instead, Law sat in front of the man with some distance between them as he too got into a meditating position. He then closed his eyes, and took a deep breathe as he began. Tourit
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Post by Tourit on Nov 11, 2016 3:48:53 GMT
“Train my mind…And my body…Train my mind…And my body…” Tourit repeated to himself. “I’ve got to clear my mind…” Tourit heard the small sound of crickets chirping. “I can’t give in to distractions…I need to clear my mind…” Meditating became harder for the prince as an insect landed on his shoulder, and then flew off. “I have to clear my mind…and focus…No matter how tempted I am to look around…clear…my…mind…” Concentrating was now clearly a struggle for the prince. Finally giving in to his nervous habit, he decided to take a quick peek around. “Alright, no one here but some other guy.” Tourit closed his eyes again. “Back to focusing…Clear…” Finally comprehending that someone he didn’t recognize was very close to him, Tourit opened his eyes again and jumped backwards. “Who the heck are you?” Instinct kicking in, he reached back to grab his sword, only to find he didn’t have one on him. He quickly realized there was no reason to be alarmed however, as the man didn’t seem to pose a threat. “Ah, sorry, you surprised me. I guess I’m not used to meditating where other people can just come right up to me.”
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Post by Deleted on Nov 11, 2016 4:06:40 GMT
Marcel opened his eyes a bit as he heard this stranger constantly repeating these words. Though he tried to clear his mind of any distractions, there was one staring him right in the face, and he didn't mean the insects. To attain true meditation, one must clear their mind, and remain absolutely quiet. Or at least that's what his stepfather taught him. As the man finally acknowledged, Marcel's existence before jumping back in a hostile stance, Marcel simply looked towards him with a bit of a chuckle. He understood why the guy did it, and he would've even done the same if he were in his position. As the guy apologized, Marcel shook his head in reassurance as he kept his meditative stance. "If you were to ask me, I'd say it isn't the insects that were truly disrupting your session. It was your voice." he smiled a bit before closing his eyes. "You see, to attain true harmony with your mind, and body, you must first clear your mind, along with being quiet. Quietness although not all the time is a primary sign of knowing when one's mind is clear. If you are talking, it means you are thinking, and when you are thinking...." he opened one of his eyes. "....you're mind isn't clear." he claimed before closing his eyes. "Or at least that's what I've been taught." he claimed, chuckling a bit. "My name is Marcel by the way. Marcel Law." he introduced himself, eyes still closed. "I actually live here in this forest...." he claimed, briefly thinking to himself how it made him sound like a homeless bum, but it was his choice, and he is sticking by it. Tourit
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Post by Tourit on Nov 11, 2016 4:24:47 GMT
“Really? So, if I stay quiet during my meditations, it will help?” Tourit pondered on the man’s words. “I’m Tourit Sanichi. I’m the prince of the Pashifikku kingdom of planet Tayona. Pleasure to meet you.” Tourit looked around at the forest Marcel called home. “I’ve really never been good at meditation in the first place. The only reason I even started doing it in the first place was to get my father to stop bothering me about it. He even made me a nice, quiet room that had a sand garden and everything in it, but I would hardly even meditate when I was in there. I would usually just mess around and draw in the sand.” The prince sat back down, and leaned against a larger tree. “You know, you kind of have an odd feel to you,” He said, analyzing his new acquaintance. “I don’t know how to describe it, because don’t feel different. You’re unlike the other people I’ve met on Earth, you feel…familiar.” Tourit took a better look at Marcel. “You feel almost like you could be from my planet.” He got up and stretched a bit. “Odd request, but can we do a short spar? I just want to get a feel for your fighting style.” The demon prince wasn’t challenging Marcel like he did most other opponents, but this was a challenge almost solely out of curiosity.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 11, 2016 4:44:20 GMT
"That's how I meditate, and it always helps me." Marcel nodded, smiling a bit after the man introduced himself, and eyebrow raising shortly after as he said he was a prince from another planet. "Oh, well it's a pleasure to meet you, your highness." he nodded, bowing his upper body a bit as he remained n the ground. "My stepfather always told me that where you choose to mediate never truly matters even if it is polluted with noise. Though if you are a beginner, it probably is best for one to start somewhere quiet...." he explained. As Tourit talked about getting this sense of familiarity towards Law, the hybrid knew exactly what he meant. The red eyed man was a demonic hybrid, so the dark aura that surrounded all demons, surrounded him as well. What he found strange however was how he talked about that he felt like he'd belong on his planet. Did that mean that the planet he was the prince of was inhabited by demons? From what he was told by another demon, they originated from Hell. Perhaps some were able to migrate to another planet? Before he could question this, the prince requested a spar in which the hybrid smirked, his Saiyan side peeking out a bit as he got to his feet. "I'm always up for a spar actually." the hybrid claimed. Though Marcel will be at a disadvantage due to his weights hidden underneath his attire, he didn't mind, finding it interesting actually. "Ready when you are, Prince." Tourit
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Post by Tourit on Nov 12, 2016 2:36:30 GMT
“Alright. I guess I’m ready too then.” Tourit transitioned into his fighting stance, and eyed up Marcel to look for a weak point he could exploit. He eventually decided to rush in with a flurry of jabs directed towards the face and chest, and see if he could get him open.
(Tourit rushes at you, and starts throwing a ton of punches your way)
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Post by Deleted on Nov 12, 2016 3:09:47 GMT
Marcel waited for the prince to make his first move. It was silent save for the birds chirping in the distance, and the gentle breeze that came by every so often. As the full bred demon finally made his move, charging towards the hybrid, Marcel waited until the man was close enough to try, and initiate a leg sweep. If successful, the leg sweep would throw the man of balance which then Marcel will use the opportunity to try, and knee the man in the chin, the hybrid's arms folded upwards a bit as if he were kickboxing. He would then follow it up with a kick to the chest with the same leg with enough force to hopefully send him flying back a bit, possibly on to the ground. If successful, Marcel would stand there, and look at the man, a small smile upon his face as he did enjoy spars. He waited for the prince's next move, quietly. Tourit(Marcel attempts to leg sweep Tourit before he could strike, following it up with a knee to the chin then a kick to the chest.)
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Post by Tourit on Nov 12, 2016 3:38:56 GMT
Tourit saw the leg sweep coming, but was caught a little off guard, as he had already formed his fist. He was promptly knocked down, and took the full force of his opponent’s knee to his chin, and then the foot to his chest. He was sent flying back, but landed on his feet easily. “Well, you sure hit like the people from Tayona.” He said, wiping some blood from his mouth. The prince charged at Marcel again, posing to land a clean hit to the face on him. What he truly intended, however, was to use an afterimage to get behind him and slam him in the back of the head with an elbow.
(Rushing at you again, attempting to use an afterimage to get behind you and hit you.)
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Post by Deleted on Nov 12, 2016 3:50:57 GMT
Marcel tilted his head a bit at his opponent's comment. "Th-thank you." he wasn't sure whether to take the comment as a compliment, or not, not knowing a thing about Tourit's planet. For all he knew, Tourit might look down on the people of his planet, them being weaklings as he is the only strong one, but of course that was highly unlikely. As Tourit once again charged for the hybrid, Marcel was a bit puzzled as to why he'd try the same move so quick. If it failed the first time, it was most likely going to fail again. But then he changed it up a bit.... As the prince suddenly vanished, Marcel found himself with his eyes widened a bit. He sensed that the man appeared behind him, but he was too late to react, only being able to glance back as he was elbowed on the back of the head, causing the hybrid to stagger forward a bit, but managing to gain his footing. "Heh, you're good as well, Tourit." Marcel complimented as he quickly pushed an elbow back, trying to aim for the demon's stomach as he tried to follow it up with an arm around the demons neck, trying to flip the man over onto his back. Tourit(Marcel is struck by the surprising attack! He retaliates by trying to elbow Tourit in the stomach before wrapping n arm around his neck in an attempt to flip him onto his back!)
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Post by Tourit on Nov 12, 2016 4:23:20 GMT
Tourit let a small smile through as he hit his target. He wouldn’t let overconfidence sink into him though, and prepared himself. As Marcel attempted to hit him back with an elbow, the prince would try to grab the man’s arms and push them together to restrain him, and follow it up by giving him a solid headbutt. (Tourit was ready for the elbow, and is attempted to restrain your arms and headbutt you in the face.)
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Post by Deleted on Nov 12, 2016 4:33:29 GMT
Law would feel his arm being caught as his attack was suddenly halted. His eyes widened as the demon turned the hybrid around, and proceeded to headbutt him. With blood now dripping from his head, flowing down to the rest of his face, Marcel would stagger back, a bit dazed before shaking his head. He was at a disadvantage here, but it wasn't going to let that get the best of him. Marcel balled up his fists before attempting to send two punches, one after the other with both hands towards both sides of Tourit's face. While gritting his teeth, Marcel followed with an uppercut to the chin. If successful, he'd then send a small flurry of punches towards the demon's chest before attempting to finish with a swift kick to the side of his foe's face. Tourit(Marcel took the hit, and attempted to hit Tourit twice on the sides of his face before doing an uppercut. He'd then send a series of punches towards the man's chest before kicking him on the side of the face).
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Post by Tourit on Nov 13, 2016 3:22:19 GMT
As Tourit felt his head connect with Marcel’s, he too felt slightly dizzy. It was clear that Marcel had felt the impact harder than Tourit, though, as he was already back into a fighting stance almost immediately afterwards. He was more than ready for the first fist, and rushed in to close the small distance between himself and his opponent, and using an open palm, attempted to push Marcel as far back as he could. If this connected, he would fire a giant ball of ki as his opponent flies backwards. (Attempted to shove you back, and follow it up with a ball of ki)
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Post by Deleted on Nov 13, 2016 20:53:11 GMT
The hybrid gritted his teeth a bit, seeing that his first punch didn't land, but quickly he'd grab the wrist of Tourit's incoming hand, and attempt to throw the demon upwards into the air. If successful, Marcel would look up to the man before unleashing a powerful kick to his foe's side hopefully with enough force to knock him side first into a tree, following it up with a barrage of dark ki blasts with one hand. Tourit(Sorry about the unbelievably short post o~o)
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Post by Tourit on Nov 15, 2016 4:27:08 GMT
While Tourit did swiftly dodge the first punch from Marcel, his opponent managed to grab his wrist and toss him into the air. This caught the demon off guard, and he was unable to dodge the kick successfully. He took the kick directly; but was able to stop himself with his feet on a tree, and used his momentum to rocket himself back towards Marcel. Tourit grimaced as he took the barrage of ki head on, but the prince kept flying forward, intending to grab Marcel’s face and slam him into the ground. (Took the kick and the ki blast, flying at you with the intent of slamming your face into the ground)
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