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Post by Maeve Rakshasa on May 9, 2017 9:41:05 GMT
Maeve sat in the pendulum room with her eyes closed and her many hands resting on her lap. She kept this meditative position as she listened to the various gears churn and the soft metronome of the clock overhead tick away. The golden demoness let out a soft sigh as she held out her hand and filled the air with a shimmering white light. The sound of wood crackling and groaning caused her pointed ears to flick. Until finally, she could feel the wooden blade in her hand. She opened her eyes to inspect her handiwork before giving the comparatively short sword an experimental swipe. Satisfied, she would rest the blade against the ground and hold another hand out, repeating the process till she had one suitable of her size. It had been a long time coming but Maeve knew that now was a good of time as ever to try and teach some discipline to a rather rowdy child. 'Attacking' cities, disrupting throne rooms, leaving the planet without an adult. These all seemed like outlandish problems that any ordinary parent would rest easy knowing they wouldn't have to deal with. Yet, poor Maeve was the adoptive mother of the strongest boy in the universe. Still, despite his overwhelming strength, Maeve was determined that she could redirect it to something productive. After all, his most recent 'attack' was out of preparation for defeating Xylo. "..." A sour frown crossed Maeve's face as she thought of the Namekian warlord and the pain he had caused to her boy. A swell of fury gripped her heart. She let out a soft exhale and once more cleared her mind. She knew that she'd be able to stand against Xylo and his beast as soon as her new power settled within her. She was a Duchess now after all, if in name only. She briefly wondered why she hadn't felt the surge of power she had upon defeating Bridget and Aidan. Was she still in disbelief that she had actually managed to best her mother? Was the battle not adequate for her warrior blood? Perhaps...She had already peaked with her power?! No... That couldn't have been it! She still had it in her to rise above her parents! She knew she did! Still...Her lack of strength, even after besting such a trial was troubling. She shook it off however, reminding herself that she was here not for her but for Etoru. If the power of the Pendulum room could ease his mind so he was less destructive then maybe...Just maybe he would truly grow.
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Post by Etoru on May 9, 2017 12:04:00 GMT
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Etoru gulped as he walked down the seemingly endless spiral stairs of the lookout. His feet tapped against the white material, sending echoes in the vast, open space. Right now, his mother arranged a training session for the two of them, but he had no idea what she had in store. And truth be told, he was kind of nervous. Was this some sort of scheme? A punishment in which she wanted Etoru to get back into his comfort zone and relax before she struck? So while he could have simply flown down the stairs....Etoru was taking his time.
A cold sweat ran down his neck. Ever since the day he got grounded....he was't sure WHO snitched on him. And boy, did he want to find out! He was given a promise that no one would tell Maeve, but look how that turned out. Of course, due to Etoru's naivety, he forgot about the Kami's ability to scan the entire globe for troubles. Bing told him that before, showing him the throne he sat on while he watched over Earth.
Finally, Etoru stopped in front of the Pendulum Room. His mouth quivered anxiously as he stared at the rather large door. The small child took a deep, nervous breath. He had to stay tough! Keep his guard up at all times. Maeve was the kindest person you could ever meet! Etoru knew that much. But, get her pissy, and your in deep, deep, trouble. Etoru grabbed the handle of the door, and swung it open. Finally, he manned up and trudged inside. He saw Maeve, sitting down with two wooden swords. Etoru cringed a bit, bracing himself for the worst outcome. Maybe if he acted well behaved, she wouldn't be as mad?
But, still, something was off. She seemed perfectly calm...was it just a trap to lead him into a false sense of security? Perhaps...he was over thinking this. He approached her, waving awkwardly. "H-Hello, mother...how do you do...." Etoru muttered, using his best 'fancy' accent he could muster.
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Post by Maeve Rakshasa on May 10, 2017 6:31:44 GMT
Maeve's eyes opened as Etoru made his presence known, the saiyan boy seemed nervous, and she could certainly understand why. The boy had been quite surprised that she had somehow knew the misdeeds he had committed so he must have feared her 'mom' sense that she seemed to have developed upon adopting him. So, with a mischievious smirk Maeve would stand up without turning to face him just yet. "Etoru." She began, her numerous arms unfurling one by one till finally, she stood with both blades extended and her other four arms positioned in different directions making it look almost like she was an illustration in one of the ancient texts. Her upper arms were held above her head like a pair of scales equally balancing a white and black flame.
She turned, her lightly glowing eyes burning fiercely as she narrowed her gaze on the boy. The smirk was gone and instead replaced with a fierce frown. "You have been up to lots of no good lately young man. As such, I have decided to teach you some discipline." She tossed the smaller blade to the boy, fully expecting him to catch as she stepped into the room fully. "I figured, all you needed was some direction. Somewhere positive to redirect your energy." She shifted into her stance in a very slow and easy to follow manner while holding up her own wooden blade firm.
"So, from today on. I will teach you how to fight like a Rakshasa giving you the tools to protect your family, friends, and stop evil in it's tracks." " She explained, fully expecting him to mirror her stance as she looked to him expectantly. "The secrets of this fighting style is something countless demons have tried to master and I wouldn't give this thorough of training to anyone. But..."
She paused, smiling to her son with pride.
"I'll do it for you."
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Post by Etoru on May 17, 2017 12:31:00 GMT
Etoru stood stiff, arms glued to his sides. His heart pounded in his chest when she called his name. Man, he was really gonna get it this time! "Y-Yes...?" The small boy replied worriedly. His fingers and toes wiggled around, curling and uncurling, as he did his best to relieve some tension and stress. Why was she acting so suspenseful?? Couldn't she get on with his punishment already? He had no idea what the heck she was waiting for, and frankly, it was really bugging him. But still, he kept his mouth shut and held his tongue. Talking would only make it worse on him and he knew it.
But, as she turned around, he didn't think it could have gotten any worse if he spoke. He fierce, angry look glared down upon him. She began to scold him, and man it was different than the other times. Before, she was just looking out for him, just another good friend. Now, being her son, she was just naturally stricter on him. "D-Discipl--eep!" Etoru reached for the training sword and struggled to get it in his grasp, hitting it around in desperate efforts to catch it. If he wasn't so nervous, he could have easily managed such a simple task. Finally getting the sword completely in his hold, he clutched it to his chest awkwardly as he stared up at his mom.
He saw her shift into a stance slowly and gulped. However...this whole ordeal wasn't as horrifying as he thought, unless of course, it was what he feared from the beginning. Maeve purposely trying to get him in his comfort zone...though he highly doubted that now. While he was excited to learn how the Rakshasa fought, and actually imitate that style, he wasn't so sure he could do it now. After all, she did say not everyone could get this training. But Maeve was willing to give Etoru it, which caused a surge of pride to swell up inside him.
Etoru decided he wasn't going to let her down! He clumsily got into the stance his mother shifted into in efforts to imitate it. His was a little off, and he was struggling to find a comfortable position to hold the sword while standing like this. A sweat drop rolled down his temple in frustration as he gripped the hilt tightly. This was a lot different than punching and kicking your enemies like martial arts.
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Post by Maeve Rakshasa on May 24, 2017 3:40:03 GMT
"Relax my child. Relax and breathe...You must remember...The sword is an extension of yourself. You can't force it to do what you wish, you must give yourself to the blade." She instructed, moving out of her stance so she may shadow the boy. With a firm couple of hands, she'd right his stance for him. She straightened his back and widened his legs but she also lowered to blade and adjusted his hands so the weapon rest comfortably in his arm. Seeming satisfied, Maeve would back away and return to her stance, holding her blade up to mirror his own.
"You are a fountain of boundless energy Etoru. Your soul is one that constantly burns with determination and passion, but if it isn't tempered all it will lead to is destruction and pain." She explained, her eyes closing as the room began to shift around them. The echoing sounds of gears and the lone pendulum would slowly fade as the tiles beneath them peeled away revealing a shimmering light. Soon, their world would be replaced by that vibrant light only to have it fade away leaving them in a new reality entirely. Maeve's eyes slowly opened and adjusted to the multicolored light of the demon realm.
A sea of black sand stretched out as far as the eye could see. Countless bones and the shredded remains of armored demons littered the ebony desert detailing the story of a great battle that had scarred the land. "Passion, if left uncontrolled and unbalanced, can lead to lust. A lust for battle, a need for devastation, a desire for pain. These are all traits that the barbaric warlords of old lived by. They fought with selfishness hearts. They lacked discipline and balance." The Kami explained as a towering figure rose from the pile of bones. A hulking cyclops wearing armor stitched together of the skin and bone of his fallen enemies and weilding a club of crystal and iron. The beast looked down to a pair of cowering imps before grinning, showing off his decaying gums and needle like teeth. With a bellowing laugh that caused his gut to jiggle, the Hakaio lifted his club and prepared to turn the two much smaller demons to paste.
"To fight like a Rakshasa, you must first be passionate about your family's honor." An armored figure just as big as the Cyclops would suddenly appear and swipe it's great sword in the path of the club, countering it with a shrill ring. The armored demon, much like the boy's adopted mother, had a long scaled tail, claws, and reptilian fins coming from it's neck. Though the demon's face was covered by it's helmet, although the faint glow of it's molten gold eyes could be seen shining beneath the visor.
"A Rakshasa doesn't sully their blade with the blood of the helpless, a Rakshasa always protects what is precious to them, and a Rakshasa always seeks a fair fight! That is what it means to fight with honor!" The armored demon would push back the cyclops, allowing the imps to scurry away before the figure quickly righted it's stance.
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Post by Etoru on Jun 7, 2017 21:34:28 GMT
"I am relaxed! It's just...I dont know it just doesn't feel right!" Etoru hissed back, a little frustrated. It was pretty irritating that he couldn't get it down on his first try. His new primary focus was impressing her, proving himself even more. Sure has power, but without any real skill its useless. Etoru looked at his metallic arm with a soft frown. He learned that the hard way.
Maeve approached him, her multiple arms gently reaching towards Etoru. She readjusted his posture for him, while Etoru stared straight ahead with a struggling yet determined look. His mouth quivered as he held his blade with both his hands. The pint sized warrior swallowed a lump in his throat as his eyes trailed up to meet his mothers eyes. His eyes widened slightly as he heard her speak. He felt some pride swell up in his chest, and he fought back a grin. Though, his chest seemingly deflated when she finished her sentence. Well, that ended quite grim. But he seemed a little surprised when the room around them began to shift and mold together, transforming into an odd looking environment. Etoru looked around at the terrain and chuckled nervously. "...Creepy...though the sky's are pretty..." He muttered, more to himself than towards Maeve. "....Mommy, where are we?"
The skulls and bones on the ground sure did leave him spooked, but he wasn't going to tell Maeve that. He was a warrior after all! And, one apparently worthy of learning the Rakshasa sword style at that! Not some brat who was scared of a few little bones. Etoru listened to Maeve's words carefully. He didn't have much to add, but by the time he did think of a question, he felt the earth beneath his feet tremble. "W-What the?!" He stumbled slightly, but pushed his feet back into the earth and remained in his posture. Etoru's jaw dropped as he seen the giant monster before them. "What is that thing...." He squeaked with a shrill tone. The beast grinned down at a few imps, ready to swing. Etoru froze in fear, not sure what to do, before an armored creature intercepted the club with its own blade. Etoru stumbled back, startled from the sound and force of the impact. Etoru noticed that this armored savior wore a tail similar to Maeve's! Etoru would of thought it was a coincidence if it wasn't for Maeve's speech, and the fact that this armored had golden eyes just like his mom's! "...O-Okay....so...family honor...fair fight...don't fight the weak....uh...oh, and um, fights for what's precious to them..." Etoru looked down a bit. "...E-Erm...mom? So, why are you telling me this exactly...it sounds more of a code to live by rather than training...and what about those two giant...things....fighting each other? Shouldn't we help?"
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Post by Maeve Rakshasa on Jun 21, 2017 4:18:36 GMT
"These things I teach are essential in learning to fight like a Rakshasa. To fight like your clan." She emphasized, placing the importance on Etoru's new role in her clan. Even if he was adopted, in her eyes he was just as valid of a clan member as Bridget or even Ember. She wanted him to know that she wasn't doing this to appease him, rather, she was trying to bring him into her side of the family fully.
"To fight with the sword is to live by the sword, you must remember these tenants for they will bring you the strength you need..." She began, closing her eyes as the towering demon in the ceremonial armor lifted his great sword above his head, fueling the weapon with all of his love, pain, and sorrow. The blade sparked with a chaotic aura of black and red electricity before he brought it to his side. A flash of ominous light glinted from within the visor of his metal helmet as he took one step forward. The barren ground before him splintered and cracked as he readied himself with his blade.
"To dominate any foe who dares to challenge you."
She opened her eyes, and as if on cue, the armored demon cried out and lashed the blade forward sending the chaotic energy out in a mighty wave. The black and red ki ripped through the cyclops causing him to let out a weak gasp as a spray of bone and blood erupt from the gaping wound the split him down the middle. His singular eye rolled up as the club slipped out of his hands and crashed on the ground. Before he collapsed however, he and the world around them would be wiped away, turning to sand on the wind.
"If you fight without honor, or discipline, you will fall like all the other weak willed warriors of history. When your heart is true, your blade will strike truer. Do you understand?" She asked, the pendulum room now taking the two to a glass platform floating above the heart of the universe. Maeve's golden gaze pierced the boy as she cut through a sea of stars to stare down at him.
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Post by Etoru on Jun 25, 2017 21:30:49 GMT
Etoru gulped as she put down a huge weight of responsibility onto the boy's shoulders. This was it. He was going to actually be a part of the family, and in order to not look like an idiot and dishonor not only himself, but his own mother, he was going to have to give it everything he's got! Etoru listened to her, paying attention to every key detail. The boy watched the battle between the demon and cyclops, watching how he held his sword not just as his weapon, but as an extension of himself. He was beginning to understand it now. "..S-So it's kind of like...like Super Saiyan right...." He mumbled, a little unsure of analogy. "...The ability doesn't come from a want, but a need."
Etoru furrowed his eyebrows as the Rakshasa warrior swung his blade down. The energy clashed into the beast before him, completely obliterating it, only for it to crash into the ground and literally send them into another world! Etoru stumbled a bit, completely taken back with what just happened. He looked around left and right in the seemingly endless area of space and time. Hearing his mothers voice, he craned his neck up and gazed at her anxiously. Clenching the hilt of his wooden sword, he jabbed it into the ground and knelt down, bowing his head respectfully. "Y-Yes! I understand, and I'm ready to take any challenge that comes my way if it means learning how to use a blade like a true Rakshasa!" Etoru shut his eyes tightly. He grit his teeth a bit, frustrated that he stilll had a long way to go. "I don't want to fail anymore mom...I want to become stronger! I want...I want to be able to beat Xylo...!"
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Post by Maeve Rakshasa on Jul 27, 2017 3:19:27 GMT
"Excellent." Maeve said as she held her wooden blade up and pointed it toward the boy. "Now's the time to start a new beginning!" She declared as she closed the distance between the two of them. She placed one of her many hands on the boy's shoulder as she helped him right his stance once more. She looked into his eyes, her own sparking with love and determination as she pulled away from him in a gentle manner.
"Just hold the sword, and breathe." She urged clasping her claws around the hilt of her own sword. She closed her eyes, and did as she instructed. She inhaled through her nose before letting out a sweet sigh. The tranquil atmosphere combined with the familiarity of her boy and her blade instantly put her at ease. Her stance was loose, and fluid but strong at the same time. It was as if she were a current that guided the coursing stream that was her blade.
"Let the blade guide you without letting it control you." She continued as she took a step forward, turning away from Etoru so he could get a good look at every subtle movement she made without putting him into harms way. "With a tempered spirit your blade can strike down even the strongest of foes! With the momentum of each strike you can push onward, creating a blitz that can crush any defense!" Maeve described, her eyes burning brightly as she launched into her attack.
The wooden blade sung through the air as she cut forward. The singing sword would suddenly cut at a different angle, using the momentum of the first strike to follow it up with a faster attack. The shifting arcs created a blitz of wood that seemed almost frantic and wild but was actually deliberate and controlled. She'd stop after the fifth strike, completing her 'Chaotic Rebellion Star.'
"I don't expect you to get it right away, but why don't you show me what you can do." She said with a soft smile as she turned to face Etoru. Her gentle air seemed encouraging and patient, perfect for a mother or a teacher.
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