Post by Deleted on Jul 22, 2015 0:21:31 GMT
Jarvis was in one of the cells by his lonesome at present. Considering the details of something discussed when he'd awoken not long ago for his little trouble he'd gone causing back at the blood lake or river. He hadn't got a great look back in his state then. Presently working out his aggression with some light training within his cell. Currently doing pull ups on a nearby bar working on some ideas he was given as well as something he'd need for plans taken in. A group of dark souls were planning on a bit of a attack hearing that perhaps there was some sort of rip or tare being corrected somewhere in hell. A link to some other world believed to be the living world. It would only take a matter of days for it to be closed and was under heavy guard but it was a chance for bodied spirits. Hells guard was on heavy watch.
Jarvis knew he'd need some tricks plans for sneaking as well if he got caught and the plans went to hell. For the time he was taking heavy strength focusing ki into his muscles as he forced himself into a endless set of pull ups at the moment into nearly three hundred or so as he continued his count in his head. He still had only pants and boots to clothe him so sweat covered his upper body as his toned muscles formed and looked to be carved from stone. There was a ache in this new body in his muscles down to his bones lightly. But for the moment he didn't worry of pain he merely had his eyes on the goal of escape. Revenge and gaining back what had been stolen from him. To hell with this place and the gods that governed above. Kai's or whatever they called themselves. Just as in life no one would stand above him. A man who was of his own accord even in the after life. He was trying to exert himself and focus on the ki in his muscles as he wormed through the sensation of pain. He found with enough exertion he could for a time slowly grow the muscles. As if using ki to physically push them past their limit. He felt stronger but heavier. The mass being so instant was not easily adjusted to and slowed him down. But he could feel immense power when it happened that ran through his body. It called to him to turn the golden fury. To imagine being back on earth still unsure of what he planned to do in that regard. But Vi poi would answer for this one way or another. As would possibly others if he so choose to seek payment for his 'sacrifice'. Or maybe that damned planet didn't deserve the praise he gave it before. Maybe he would seek to simply take from it. Why trust such warriors after all that looked at him like a villain or a criminal. Mind you he was but for that as well even when he was kind he always felt like they had those stares and eyes gleaming down at him. As if judging him like those god damned pure blooded monkeys... Or the brenchians who only saw a tail and pale skin. The arcosians their own breed of hate. Glad of the war he heard spirits whispering off. Hate filling his heart for so many things as he just wanted out of here.
The rage was flooding his body as his body bulked up becoming rather large and powerful. The muscles weight at around the seven hundred mark cracked from the weight. He'd fall and land on his feet turning sending a fist into the wall of the cell burrowing out a huge hole. Smashing so deep he could have just flown out if he chose but didn't seem to care too at present. He looked at his fists the tension in his body was almost painful but he liked the feeling of power. He'd take a moment though after so long trying to cool himself. Of thoughts for the living world and the people he learned time and time again never to trust. Trust betrayed you, Love scorned you, Friends berated you. He had been wrong to think any differently. It had made no different to try and give some a chance in the end... It never did.
[learning Bulking]
He tried to take a moment though to cool himself. To focus on his other plan to sneak among hell and the captive souls waiting for their redemption while he merely sought freedom. He took in a deep breath trying to focus that strange ki that had wormed into muscles to learn to manipulate and feel it out as natural as the air pulling into his lungs. Trying to learn how to keep it and lower it storing it away as his muscles slowly contracted back to normal size in small intervals. Shrinking down to a lighter size and he could feel the extra weight slowly lifting from him. A soft feeling it was like a second blood stream or a spiritual set of lungs when feeling out ones ki. He tried further to push it down trying to lock the energy away for a time and appear weaker then he really was. His body had turned to normal shape again but he was still pushing the inner ki down in sorta a reverse feeling of how he was using it prior rather then expansion of power focusing on shrinking it. It was something he' watched and observed on earth that it seemed a great many souls had mastered. Masking power to more easily move among danger. It would aid him greatly to worm this into his arsenal to perhaps sneak past the oni's that already expected him to flare his power rather then control it as such. It felt a dirty tactic he didn't favor but it would have its place.
It didn't seem all that difficult to tune into as he tried to reverse the process of the bulking at least down to his ki. For now it would or at least he thought it was working. But he had no scouter to use to test it merely the feeling and sensation like a new sense that only effect his body. He would slowly let the sensation fade as his power would return to normal reading if anyone was out there feeling him out. Watching with hidden eyes somewhere.
[attempting to learn suppression]
He'd take a seat covered in sweat dripping from his muscles. Laying his back on what was a stone bed for those in the cell. He needed to rest his eyes for a time. To take a rest from this pained feeling in his bones. The first bulking always felt like this? Gods help him if it did this every time. Needless to say it wasn't likely going to be one of his favorite and often used moves. But it may come in handy that was for sure. A little more punche perhaps to shove a dagger into a metal mans chest and into his heart... Or to yank said heart from chest while still beating. Yes now there was a through to reflect on while slipping into a dreaming state.
[Shoki please
Also attempting to learn
Ki Suppresion SU
Bulking SU]
Jarvis knew he'd need some tricks plans for sneaking as well if he got caught and the plans went to hell. For the time he was taking heavy strength focusing ki into his muscles as he forced himself into a endless set of pull ups at the moment into nearly three hundred or so as he continued his count in his head. He still had only pants and boots to clothe him so sweat covered his upper body as his toned muscles formed and looked to be carved from stone. There was a ache in this new body in his muscles down to his bones lightly. But for the moment he didn't worry of pain he merely had his eyes on the goal of escape. Revenge and gaining back what had been stolen from him. To hell with this place and the gods that governed above. Kai's or whatever they called themselves. Just as in life no one would stand above him. A man who was of his own accord even in the after life. He was trying to exert himself and focus on the ki in his muscles as he wormed through the sensation of pain. He found with enough exertion he could for a time slowly grow the muscles. As if using ki to physically push them past their limit. He felt stronger but heavier. The mass being so instant was not easily adjusted to and slowed him down. But he could feel immense power when it happened that ran through his body. It called to him to turn the golden fury. To imagine being back on earth still unsure of what he planned to do in that regard. But Vi poi would answer for this one way or another. As would possibly others if he so choose to seek payment for his 'sacrifice'. Or maybe that damned planet didn't deserve the praise he gave it before. Maybe he would seek to simply take from it. Why trust such warriors after all that looked at him like a villain or a criminal. Mind you he was but for that as well even when he was kind he always felt like they had those stares and eyes gleaming down at him. As if judging him like those god damned pure blooded monkeys... Or the brenchians who only saw a tail and pale skin. The arcosians their own breed of hate. Glad of the war he heard spirits whispering off. Hate filling his heart for so many things as he just wanted out of here.
The rage was flooding his body as his body bulked up becoming rather large and powerful. The muscles weight at around the seven hundred mark cracked from the weight. He'd fall and land on his feet turning sending a fist into the wall of the cell burrowing out a huge hole. Smashing so deep he could have just flown out if he chose but didn't seem to care too at present. He looked at his fists the tension in his body was almost painful but he liked the feeling of power. He'd take a moment though after so long trying to cool himself. Of thoughts for the living world and the people he learned time and time again never to trust. Trust betrayed you, Love scorned you, Friends berated you. He had been wrong to think any differently. It had made no different to try and give some a chance in the end... It never did.
[learning Bulking]
He tried to take a moment though to cool himself. To focus on his other plan to sneak among hell and the captive souls waiting for their redemption while he merely sought freedom. He took in a deep breath trying to focus that strange ki that had wormed into muscles to learn to manipulate and feel it out as natural as the air pulling into his lungs. Trying to learn how to keep it and lower it storing it away as his muscles slowly contracted back to normal size in small intervals. Shrinking down to a lighter size and he could feel the extra weight slowly lifting from him. A soft feeling it was like a second blood stream or a spiritual set of lungs when feeling out ones ki. He tried further to push it down trying to lock the energy away for a time and appear weaker then he really was. His body had turned to normal shape again but he was still pushing the inner ki down in sorta a reverse feeling of how he was using it prior rather then expansion of power focusing on shrinking it. It was something he' watched and observed on earth that it seemed a great many souls had mastered. Masking power to more easily move among danger. It would aid him greatly to worm this into his arsenal to perhaps sneak past the oni's that already expected him to flare his power rather then control it as such. It felt a dirty tactic he didn't favor but it would have its place.
It didn't seem all that difficult to tune into as he tried to reverse the process of the bulking at least down to his ki. For now it would or at least he thought it was working. But he had no scouter to use to test it merely the feeling and sensation like a new sense that only effect his body. He would slowly let the sensation fade as his power would return to normal reading if anyone was out there feeling him out. Watching with hidden eyes somewhere.
[attempting to learn suppression]
He'd take a seat covered in sweat dripping from his muscles. Laying his back on what was a stone bed for those in the cell. He needed to rest his eyes for a time. To take a rest from this pained feeling in his bones. The first bulking always felt like this? Gods help him if it did this every time. Needless to say it wasn't likely going to be one of his favorite and often used moves. But it may come in handy that was for sure. A little more punche perhaps to shove a dagger into a metal mans chest and into his heart... Or to yank said heart from chest while still beating. Yes now there was a through to reflect on while slipping into a dreaming state.
[Shoki please
Also attempting to learn
Ki Suppresion SU
Bulking SU]