Post by Tulip Waterfield on Apr 20, 2017 23:11:52 GMT
The woman flew through the air, enjoying the feeling of warmth and exhaustion in her body. After coming back to life, the woman had needed to sleep for a number of days and ate more than a few meals. Being alive had its problems, but also came with it's own share of rewards. Crossing her arms, the woman released her hold on the ki coursing through her body. As the wind ruffled her long hair and tattered clothes, the woman's gaze reminded on the sky, and the planets that lay even further beyond. Somewhere out there, my father and his new family are living. I'll come for you, Dad. Mark my word; it'll be a day to remember. Spinning her body around and facing downwards, the woman angled her fall to ensure she'd land in the lake next to a small shack. Wind whistling through her hair and clothes, the young hybrid thrust one hand forward and fired a single blade to disturb the water right before she slammed into it. Water splashed dozens of feet into the air, as the woman flipped in the blue water. Fish struggled to swim away from the currents surging inward around the woman, as she sunk into the dirt on the bottom and created a ripple through the mud. After the momentum from her fall dissipated, the woman swam slowly to the surface and emerged with a splash. A single, old man sat on the end of the dock. He looked at the young hybrid, before flashing her a toothless smile.
“Welcome to the Jacket Corps Headquarters! Could I interest you in a new set of clothes and a story, young lady?” His loud, joyous voice offset his old, loopy appearance, which intrigued the woman. Swimming onto the shore, the woman walked out of the water and began wringing liquid from her shirt. The old man walked in front of her, heading to his little shack. Pulling open the small door, he revealed a room much larger within. She stepped inside, realizing the temperature shifted to one that left her perfectly comfortable.
That's way too fishy. This has to be some kind of magic! Turning to leave, she realized she was looking at an entire aisle that stretched to the end of her eyesight. It was filled with various clothing items, ranging from Bao’s merchandise to more obscure celebrities. The old man waved for the woman to come over, before sizing her up with his hands.
“Hey, old man, is this a trap?” The woman muttered, her emerald gaze never leaving the man. He reached under a rack of shirts and pulled out a shelve of various bras. Pulling two off, he looked at her again with a judgmental gaze. She covered her chest instinctively, as the man tossed both items towards her.
“Black and dark green; both go well with your eyes and hair. On the house, wait while I get the matching panties.” His voice never wavered, as the woman caught both lacy items. She had never owned stuff like this, and she blushed as she tucked it under one arm. As she tried to speak, the old man moved to a different rack and pulled two items from under it. The matching items for the two previous garments, true to his word. Tossing both to her, the old man looked back at her and sized her up one more time.
“You're too rugged for cute clothes. The underwear will help to make you more attractive in the right situations. For practical clothes…” Clapping his hands, the racks suddenly slid around the two, rearranging themselves suddenly. She was suddenly surrounded by heavy-duty jackets, pants, shirts, and other garments all bearing unknown symbols. He pulled a new tank-top from a hanger and tossed it to her. This was followed by a pair of black pants. As the woman caught both, the old man mused again as he stared at a rack of jackets. All had various designs and logos. He flicked past one with a skull, one with a sword and horns, and one with an 'N’, before ending on two with symbols she didn't recognize. Pulling both off the rack, he held the jackets up.
“This is where my policy changes; these two jackets are masterpieces within their own rights. Capable of channeling ki, resisting damage, and all but self-repairing, these are the pinnacle of jackets everywhere. You know how every fighter on the planet aspired to match the Premiere? Well, every jacket in the galaxy is sore pressed to match this quality. On that note… which school do you prefer? The proper funds will be delivered to the school as the owners of the trademarks; I just make their jackets here.”
Staring at the two jackets, then glancing back at the ones still on the rack, the woman finally voiced an honest question.
“What's the deal with those other jackets?” Her voice trembled, despite the woman knowing in her heart she could easily beat this man. He had a power she couldn't even grasp, let alone beat head on without further understanding. The old man smiled, before stepping in the way of the still-hanging jackets. Thrusting the two he held forward, the man spoke firmly but softly.
“These old eyes and ears hear too much and see too far. These are just test products, some failed and others prospective. It's all a matter of time and fate. Now… Would you like to know more about these two?” He stepped forward as the woman nodded. One jacket was a dark black, with a green and purple symbol emblazoned on the back. Now she could see it clearly, it was the emblem for ‘Crane’. She'd never heard of it before today, but something about it felt familiar. The other was a plain blue jacket, with a simple symbol emblazoned on the shoulder. A conservative logo, the kanji for ‘Turtle’, was all that made it different from any other blue jacket. The inside of the coat was lined with orange cloth, which made it seem almost tacky. The old man held both jackets out to her, which she grasped firmly. He began speaking again, while walking away from her.
“Two rival schools, dueling since time immemorial, have finally rose up again. Whether the Crane will fall to the darkness yet again has yet to be seen, but it fosters a strength that few can match. It's rival, the Turtle, is straightforward in its goals and techniques, an approach that few can hope to achieve in this day and age. Which draws your interest, girl?”
“... What sets the two apart?”
“Their strongest techniques are peerless; only the Masters of both schools can utilize said techniques. Crane has the power to crush all that lies before it with raw strength, using the essence of life to feed and fuel that relentless force. Turtle trades raw strength for an unparalleled blade, a technique that cuts through any and all that stands before it. For their trademark techniques, even a novice with proper training can utilize them. The main difference is delivery. One is two fingers thrust out like you’re pointing, while the Turtle is two palms clasped together then thrust forward to send a beam of Ki Energy at their opponent. Both are dramatic in their own special way. In the end, I guess it falls to one thing.”
His stance shifted, as the air seemed to chill and the man suddenly seemed a thousand times more intimidating. He took a slow pause and muttered. “Are you evil or good? Since time immemorial, the Crane has taken on disciples with inner turmoil and ties with villainy; Turtle has always been filled with the foolhardy, willing to slam their heads into walls to pursue whatever they deemed ‘good’. So...what will your choice be?”
The woman stared at both jackets, before slowly walking forward and grasping the one she wanted. The man nodded and whispered. “I took you for that kind of fighter. I’ll ensure the master gets his share of the profits.”
Reaching into her pocket, the woman secured the coins and handed them to the man. He took them graciously. She turned to look for the doorway, and found it right next to her. Stepping through it, she turned to thank the man. Her eyes widened in shock, as she was met by an empty field of grass. To her far left was the pond from before, with the small dock she’d seen the man walk out on.
“...what a mystery.” Shaking her head softly, the woman walked over to the nearby trees. Changing quickly, the woman noted the perfect fit of the clothes he’d given her. The underwear made her feel a bit worried, considering the speed he’d judged her size with only a glance. She paused when she held the jacket she’d purchased. “...foolhardy, huh?”
Stepping into the sunlight, Tulip pulled the blue jacket on and admired the snug fit. Turtle School, huh? Wonder what that’s like. Couldn’t hurt to track them down and see what this legendary technique is all about. With that thought, the woman launched herself into the air, letting the wind take carry her into the warmer southern lands.
“Welcome to the Jacket Corps Headquarters! Could I interest you in a new set of clothes and a story, young lady?” His loud, joyous voice offset his old, loopy appearance, which intrigued the woman. Swimming onto the shore, the woman walked out of the water and began wringing liquid from her shirt. The old man walked in front of her, heading to his little shack. Pulling open the small door, he revealed a room much larger within. She stepped inside, realizing the temperature shifted to one that left her perfectly comfortable.
That's way too fishy. This has to be some kind of magic! Turning to leave, she realized she was looking at an entire aisle that stretched to the end of her eyesight. It was filled with various clothing items, ranging from Bao’s merchandise to more obscure celebrities. The old man waved for the woman to come over, before sizing her up with his hands.
“Hey, old man, is this a trap?” The woman muttered, her emerald gaze never leaving the man. He reached under a rack of shirts and pulled out a shelve of various bras. Pulling two off, he looked at her again with a judgmental gaze. She covered her chest instinctively, as the man tossed both items towards her.
“Black and dark green; both go well with your eyes and hair. On the house, wait while I get the matching panties.” His voice never wavered, as the woman caught both lacy items. She had never owned stuff like this, and she blushed as she tucked it under one arm. As she tried to speak, the old man moved to a different rack and pulled two items from under it. The matching items for the two previous garments, true to his word. Tossing both to her, the old man looked back at her and sized her up one more time.
“You're too rugged for cute clothes. The underwear will help to make you more attractive in the right situations. For practical clothes…” Clapping his hands, the racks suddenly slid around the two, rearranging themselves suddenly. She was suddenly surrounded by heavy-duty jackets, pants, shirts, and other garments all bearing unknown symbols. He pulled a new tank-top from a hanger and tossed it to her. This was followed by a pair of black pants. As the woman caught both, the old man mused again as he stared at a rack of jackets. All had various designs and logos. He flicked past one with a skull, one with a sword and horns, and one with an 'N’, before ending on two with symbols she didn't recognize. Pulling both off the rack, he held the jackets up.
“This is where my policy changes; these two jackets are masterpieces within their own rights. Capable of channeling ki, resisting damage, and all but self-repairing, these are the pinnacle of jackets everywhere. You know how every fighter on the planet aspired to match the Premiere? Well, every jacket in the galaxy is sore pressed to match this quality. On that note… which school do you prefer? The proper funds will be delivered to the school as the owners of the trademarks; I just make their jackets here.”
Staring at the two jackets, then glancing back at the ones still on the rack, the woman finally voiced an honest question.
“What's the deal with those other jackets?” Her voice trembled, despite the woman knowing in her heart she could easily beat this man. He had a power she couldn't even grasp, let alone beat head on without further understanding. The old man smiled, before stepping in the way of the still-hanging jackets. Thrusting the two he held forward, the man spoke firmly but softly.
“These old eyes and ears hear too much and see too far. These are just test products, some failed and others prospective. It's all a matter of time and fate. Now… Would you like to know more about these two?” He stepped forward as the woman nodded. One jacket was a dark black, with a green and purple symbol emblazoned on the back. Now she could see it clearly, it was the emblem for ‘Crane’. She'd never heard of it before today, but something about it felt familiar. The other was a plain blue jacket, with a simple symbol emblazoned on the shoulder. A conservative logo, the kanji for ‘Turtle’, was all that made it different from any other blue jacket. The inside of the coat was lined with orange cloth, which made it seem almost tacky. The old man held both jackets out to her, which she grasped firmly. He began speaking again, while walking away from her.
“Two rival schools, dueling since time immemorial, have finally rose up again. Whether the Crane will fall to the darkness yet again has yet to be seen, but it fosters a strength that few can match. It's rival, the Turtle, is straightforward in its goals and techniques, an approach that few can hope to achieve in this day and age. Which draws your interest, girl?”
“... What sets the two apart?”
“Their strongest techniques are peerless; only the Masters of both schools can utilize said techniques. Crane has the power to crush all that lies before it with raw strength, using the essence of life to feed and fuel that relentless force. Turtle trades raw strength for an unparalleled blade, a technique that cuts through any and all that stands before it. For their trademark techniques, even a novice with proper training can utilize them. The main difference is delivery. One is two fingers thrust out like you’re pointing, while the Turtle is two palms clasped together then thrust forward to send a beam of Ki Energy at their opponent. Both are dramatic in their own special way. In the end, I guess it falls to one thing.”
His stance shifted, as the air seemed to chill and the man suddenly seemed a thousand times more intimidating. He took a slow pause and muttered. “Are you evil or good? Since time immemorial, the Crane has taken on disciples with inner turmoil and ties with villainy; Turtle has always been filled with the foolhardy, willing to slam their heads into walls to pursue whatever they deemed ‘good’. So...what will your choice be?”
The woman stared at both jackets, before slowly walking forward and grasping the one she wanted. The man nodded and whispered. “I took you for that kind of fighter. I’ll ensure the master gets his share of the profits.”
Reaching into her pocket, the woman secured the coins and handed them to the man. He took them graciously. She turned to look for the doorway, and found it right next to her. Stepping through it, she turned to thank the man. Her eyes widened in shock, as she was met by an empty field of grass. To her far left was the pond from before, with the small dock she’d seen the man walk out on.
“...what a mystery.” Shaking her head softly, the woman walked over to the nearby trees. Changing quickly, the woman noted the perfect fit of the clothes he’d given her. The underwear made her feel a bit worried, considering the speed he’d judged her size with only a glance. She paused when she held the jacket she’d purchased. “...foolhardy, huh?”
Stepping into the sunlight, Tulip pulled the blue jacket on and admired the snug fit. Turtle School, huh? Wonder what that’s like. Couldn’t hurt to track them down and see what this legendary technique is all about. With that thought, the woman launched herself into the air, letting the wind take carry her into the warmer southern lands.
Zeni w/ Hybrid Bonus
Establishing IC acquisition of flavored 'Dogi' and knowledge of Turtle School
Establishing IC acquisition of flavored 'Dogi' and knowledge of Turtle School