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Post by Deleted on Feb 22, 2016 23:20:17 GMT
Alexander gave a small sound as he stood back up to his full height, a light sheen of sweat standing out on his face and upper body. His form was bare from the waist up, and his lithe form carried with it naught but lean muscle. His cloak, scarf and shirt had been cast aside, and even though the air was still quite cool, the boy seemingly had no real inclination to try and warm himself. He closed his eyes as he envisioned the kata that Fudendrenk had taught him, trying to meet each and every form with perfection. The number of different forms that he'd been taught had blown his mind when he was younger. Now, of course, he recalled each of them with a starting clarity through nothing more than muscle memory. But when he'd first been introduced into the different kata, he had stumbled through them for quite some time until he'd mastered the basics, and as soon as he had, Fudendrenk had added more to his plate, giving him more to work with and different ways to examine how things worked. Before you could know your opponents, you had to know yourself. That was something that Fudendrenk had often stated and as such, he needed to learn the different forms so that when he saw them, or saw similar ones, he'd have a leg up on how to act against them. Even now, however, he was fairly certain that things would continue to travel in the way that they were supposed to. It was difficult when the others around him seemed to grow in their strength while he stagnated. He kept up, but only barely, while they seemed to make leaps and bounds. He exhaled again, closing his eyes as he tried to focus on the core of his body. He knew that everything, every action, every attack, every defense, went through his core. The stronger the muscle there was, and the more able he was to transfer ki through it, the better off he would be. But his doubt still lingered. His hands moved over to the stout bamboo that he'd been using thus far, and the warrior gave a small grunt as he extended his arms and pulled his body up and outward, parallel to the ground. Every muscle in his body strained to keep himself straight as an arrow, but Alexander did not relent. The core was where most of the stress was placed as it was the pivot point of his entire body. He felt the pull there from his arms and his legs both, threatening to split him in half, if he'd let it. But instead he simply focused on his breathing. He was never sure how long exactly he held the position, his body elongated like that. The training was something that Fudendrenk had often insisted he do, solely to make sure that no one point on his body was weaker than any other. The body was one unit made up of many parts and if one of those parts was out of balance, the whole system would come tumbling down. The strength of the arms, the back, the legs, all of it worked together in order to keep his entire body held aloft like that. But each time he adopted it, his mind was drawn back to when Fudendrenk was still alive and still teaching him. The man had been like a grandfather, moreso than his actual grandfather had been, and even now, Alex missed him dearly. Even still, there was not even the slightest bit of expression upon the man's face as he held himself parallel until the muscles in his arms screamed for mercy. With a grunt, he pulled his legs in, off-setting the center of gravity. He released one hand, turning expertly in the air before he landed lightly on his feet, focusing on his breathing once more. He had several repetitions of this still to do before he would be satisfied, but he still did not feel any increase to his own inner power. He'd been stunned to silence by Kerren's pressure, and now he wished to expand his own power but at this point...that didn't seem like it would be likely. Even still, he could feel the seeds of power within him, and he struggled to make those seeds blossom into their full glory. But without guidance or a path to follow, he felt like he was wandering aimlessly down a dark path, one that might not give him the result that he wanted. Nostalgic Ayumu
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Post by Appile on Feb 23, 2016 13:01:54 GMT
Apille flew through the forest, learning how to further focus his energy. He was seeing how much he could suppress his power without falling. It would help him fly for longer if he could use as little energy as possible for it. After a few hours he eventually fell, landing with a large and painful SNAP of a branch or two and CRASH of Apille, on the ground. He quickly got up and clutched his head, throbbing with pain. He decided to sit down now and begin meditation. He remembered all he had been taught by the saiyans and all he had taught himself, putting it all together into a single fighting style in his mind. Breathing in and out slowly, he opened his eyes and gripped his arm. Red energy cloaked it and slowly left, forming a miniature, transparent red dragon. "Focus... Focus... Fire!" He launched the energy dragon from his wrist and saw how far it went before dissipating. "Not good enough, damn it!" It was then that Apille felt his stomach rumbling, before letting out a sigh and laying down. _____________________________________________________________________________________PL: 3,000
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Post by Nostalgic Ayumu on Feb 23, 2016 19:08:29 GMT
(Sorry for being a tad late, was thinking to myself)
Hana PL : 66,798 - Ayumu PL : 0
Today was just another one of these days, Ayumu thought to himself while slowly making his way over the mighty bamboo forest, once it was a small infestation in the past, just a few stalks of bamboo in a dry area before it started to expand rather rapidly once again, the sorrow that was found in the past as these many growing stalks would expand rapidly. Nothing was as safe as you could think in this world that would bring itself forwards towards a undeniable doom... So many diffrent creatures would step forwards on his path, just to assault one and another before landing on his feet, slowly starting to move forwards between the bamboo trees. His strenght... It was fragile, Weak, Yet the bulb of moss that was between his hands was a passionate one, bulging at the massive strenght that was within it while practicing this energy that he had within himself by swirling the bulb its energy around like a small vortex before starting to hum towards himself.
'Towards the future that we are trying to plan before us, exactly what can we people expect in this endless world?'
He thought to himself, starting to go over the methods of approuch he had found in the past, anger slowly dwelling within him as fangs, eyes and hands started to form on the bulb, a single ripple within the calm waters of one person their heart was enough to awaken the bulb while he started to open his mouth and let out a serene humming, almost as one with the nature as the wind that was blowing through the area itself, his feet that moved over the thick ground decorated with dead plants from the winter that were slowly rotting away, animals that had not survived and many other sad examples of the course that life took upon its path to the future as the wind brought sounds towards him. Slowly feeling the entire being that was himself shut off in a emotional sense, cold and analytical was his approuch at first before simply shaking his head while tapping his ear piece that was bound within the flesh of his ear twice, giving out a soft signal while closing in on the area that he heard those sounds from at first. That location that he had held closely towards his ears refusing to let any hints escape softly while the small creatures in these bamboo forest were mostly wild, some were known to the human nature as a few birds started to take a resting place ontop of his shoulders, making his way forwards at a pace unbeknowest of a elder from his age while ripples were left in the coat of dying matter on the ground.
"Yoo hoo~"
He softly spoke to himself, that empty pool of his heart slowly starting to fill with anticipation, something he could never contain while spreading the contacts he had given himself, always letting the people he knew learn alot more about their futures. Letting them learn about everything that was brought before them with every step that was pushing him forwards his speed only picked up, flowing between the bamboo trees like a organic tidal wave of passion, taking out a small capsule while making certain to not waste a single movement towards these people. Leaving the pieces of bamboo alive while hearing a soft static answer back from a few comrades, knowing that it would not be a instant arrival for them to come in this area. A mere gaurd at the powerlevel of five thousand while the other creature was a stronger fellow that would be able to put up a real fight towards any occurances that would be bringing forth to this area. No, What truely frightened him was if they were spies for one of the other groups, he had to bring himself into that area rather quickly and not make anybody else bring forth a disaster. Enough people have brought a disaster upon this global area, while his body started to enter the open area long with a sudden wave of kinetic energy passing from his feet as he landed on the ground, having used a few taps of his feet to instantly stop the momentum of his body travelling forwards before letting out a audible set of words, a certain undertone to it.
"Hello, Would i be able to find a few customers in this little area that i stumble upon?"
Yes, The undertone that Ayumu was making audible was a certain sense of honest curiousity, wondering who was here and hoping to call out a few people that could be hiding in the nearby area while the ball of moss within his hands along with its massive powerlevel started to stir, wanting to wake up but still feeling rather drowsily and nuzzling in the hands of Ayumu while one slipped of the grasp and pulled out a small capsule, tossing it to the ground to make a stand with the sign "the oni's resting place" appear in this small open area that was being trained in while tapping the side of the building he brought with him at all times. Almost as if giving a signal to the multiple people in the vacinity before smiling widely.
"We sell alot of diffrent objects in this current building of ours, Free meals, Free training, but above all a option for a perfect security without any disrespect~"
Kicking of the ground while sitting on the wooden top, leaning his left leg over his right while softly continueing with a statement.
"As long as you guys do not attack each other and there is cheating involved i have no reason to but into the reasons that you guys may do what you need to do, So anybody interested in one of the things that was called out? I can honestly say that it does not involve any cheating or poison~ That would be below a honest business man trying to find a few sources to connect with~"
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Post by Deleted on Feb 24, 2016 1:44:41 GMT
Alexander gave a small sigh as he finished with the kata that he knew, before he thought to try something...more. Something else that he had seen some of the others at his school try. He moved to tighten his core, pulling his arms closer to his body and followed with his legs, coiling the power there much like a snake. His arm lashed out then, and he was impressed at the amount of speed that he was able to get out from that. However, his shoulder gave a hollow ache afterward, and he frowned as he stood, rolling it once. That was not for him.
He turned, about to repeat another few moments of holding his body parallel to the Earth when he glanced up, seeing something moving through the sky. It was too large to be a bird, but he couldn't really tell what it was, at least not at first. However it was losing altitude, and that was something that he knew meant that it was no bird. He watched as the figure steadily came closer to the ground before it seemed to finally crash through the branches of the bamboo forest, landing in a heap a short distance away.
Alex was about to go and speak with the other, who he had recognized as a human, or at least he was pretty sure it was. He couldn't tell from here if they were male or female, or if they were even all right after that fall. But as he drew closer, he saw them stand suddenly, holding their wrist as a reddish ki surrounded their hand before taking on the form of a dragon. A second later, he released the beast which crashed through a few of the other bamboo before it faded, earning some ire from the one who had originally fired it.
The attack was far more...interesting than Alex's own. His blast of energy was white, the same as his own ki, and it lacked any defining features. About the only thing that was unique about it was the fact that it wasn't unique at all, judging from what he'd seen from others. However, this fellow's ability to fly reminded him of Itame. He was still trying to figure out exactly...how to to that s well, but he had still quite a bit to learn. His training had done very little with his ki and what he had figured out had been on his own- his control over his ki was very poor, still.
“Are you all right?” he called out to the other, mostly to make sure that they weren't going to do something like set the forest ablaze. It was at that time that his ears picked up the noise of something else coming their way. The young man turned in time to see an older fellow approach...seemingly with a storefront as well. He opened his mouth to speak, before the man asked about customers, and Alexander's mouth closed again, watching the man with a blank expression as he tried to piece together this older fellow's odd way of speaking.
It seemed like he was using all of the right words, but the enunciation and the emphasis on different syllables, and the reorganization of some of the words made it a little difficult for him to follow exactly what he was asking. But as the fellow continued to speak, he began to grow used to it, at least a little, enough to piece together what the man was offering. His attention became a little more focused as the man mentioned training.
“You offer...training?” he asked, as if he was trying to be certain that the man was actually offering it, and he wasn't simply mishearing. “I might be willing to partake in that offering of yours,” he said, glancing back at the one who had just crashed to the ground to see if he might be interested too. Having heard the other speak, Alex was certain that they were male. “My master succumbed to old age a few years ago,” Alexander offered, looking back at the man with the storefront. “I've not been properly trained since that time.”
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Post by Appile on Feb 24, 2016 2:48:31 GMT
Apille relaxed a bit at hearing another voice and put his hands behind his head in a relaxed manner. He approached the stranger, responding to their question with, "Yep, sorry about the ruckus, still haven't perfected flight yet." Upon closer inspection, the stranger seemed young, perhaps of a similar age to Apille. He noticed this strange youngster turning, seemingly spotting something, or someone, that would catch their attention.
It was just then that he heard some speech. It seemed to be advertising. But did Apille hear correctly? Did he really hear: 'free training'? The voice seemed to be that of an old man. Lifting his tail just above the ground, Apille continued his approach of the stranger, or strangers. Apille's tail gave a twitch at the delayed reply of the young man. "Yeah, I'd like to know too." Apille stated, coming to a halt.
He took the moment to observe the stranger. He seemed to have been training, judging from sweat and the lack of a shirt. His hair and bright blue eyes stood out like water in a desert; those features were hard to miss. Despite his young age, the stranger had a powerful aura around him, sending a chill down Apille's spine. A grin shot onto the excited saiyan's face. It flew through his mind: "Free training? Really? Yeah!"
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Post by Nostalgic Ayumu on Feb 24, 2016 3:12:30 GMT
While the two simply accepted the concept of training, not even asking what was going to happen he brought his hands upwards. Slowly making the ball of moss travel upwards before simply smiling towards the strangers that stood before him, knowing that he had to bully them a bit before slowly shaking his head knowing what to do to these fellows if he wanted to truely teach them. Suffering and pain had to be apparant to those who wished to challange the mountains of olympus. They had to know and have every movement ingrained into their being, not even letting a single fiber of their beings stop the movement that they were going on about. The large tendrils that formed from the sphere, slowly starting to drip as a pool of blood started to form in a small wooden cup, two pieces falling down to the ground while he simply nodded softly. Placing a small bracelet on the ground and typing a few words into it before taking a look towards them.
"If you are man enough to take the challenge you simply have to devour this medicine, but do not worry, this circle has been programmed so that when one of our lives stops i will instantly feel enough pain and agony to freeze my heart~"
Offering them a single chance for a increase in strenght while slowly tapping his feet on the ground, wondering in his mind how these two would be able to sustain the power of this drink, one that would cause a massive turmoil in the brains of the users, almost like a vortex of blades slashing through the bodily matter of a person. Constantly making every single piece of flesh be felt as if it was rended apart and slowly remade, your cells trying to get accustomed to this matter while his words came out like a pained man having to make the choices that could risk the loss of a entire arsenal of fine future warriors.
"Surely you guys may wonder who i am, but i am a trustworthy cook by the name of Ayumu, you may find it random, weird or even stupid how such a man simply wanders in the forests and then attempts to grant power to those he deems worthy... Call it interest, fandom, maybe even honest enjoyment~, I just wish to see how far you guys may get in this world~"
Letting out a soft chuckle before placing his finger tips on one of the wooden cups, slowly tracing its outside before bringing his finger up and looking at the small incision made by the cup, almost as if wondering if he should really go through it while no blood seeped out, the cut not being made on a deep enough scale to even tough the vessels of blood that were pumping eternal suffering within his body. Feeling the memories of being offered such chances in the past but having always turned them down, a normal creature would simply accept this and face the challenge to survive as he then spoke, for the last time.
"This is a single challenge, you will find a great power within these cups as you consume them as your entire being will be assaulted by a intense power, people who are drunk on power will fall underneath it and start to fear it, People who are able to think of themselves as mortal gods feel themselves castrated of power by it. Yet if you are able to take the painfull suffering from this goblet, if you are able to take the hour of intense agonizing pain you will be able to awaken yourself to the use of our runic knowledge. But as it is known to mankind, the one to take the first step is not thy fellow comrades, but thyself"
The forest of bamboo that seemed normal at first, with the wind slowly breezing in and the sun shining down had turned grim, black light flowing into this area as trees made entirely out of flesh surrounded us, eyes gazing upon us and fangs decorating the location of their leaves, the entire area having changed into something much worse. It was constantly etmitting a aura of where we all could die if we give up for a mere moment, yet anybody with the ability to sense ki would notice that this exciting and happy living man was supposedly... Non existant in a life perspective. Having no ki flowing through his body, instead you could see the black lines of something darker flowing through his blood vessels before slowly moving his finger over the cut as small vines became visible, shutting it tightly with not a single trace left of it.
"Will you guys listen to a sensei that is practicing the dark arts... Or will you guys turn tail and run away, unable to sustain the darkness of this entire forest and becoming afraid for the rest of your lives? I may not be as forgiving as earth's normal inhabitants but i am more caring than the solar saiyan empire's so called heroes."
Slowly raising his body up as a chair was being formed underneath him, slowly making himself comfortable before a breaking sound could be heard, a few pieces of wood starting to break of and falling down to the ground with thousands of thin needles visible on this chair. being able to endure the agonizing pain of sitting upon such a chair it was easily visible from the small trickles of red blood that he was injuring himself to merely attempt to give you guys this challenge. Was he trying to spread his lineage of practicors? was he simply offering a new soul a chance to truely become a powerfull being? There is only one person who can decide this and that is the group of people, this pair of souls, these two white hearted creatures if they are willing to take the step and risk everything for this boost of strenght.
(You may drink this liquid and write about going through an entire hour of suffering your worst nightmares... but i will grade your way of dealing with this struggling and then see if i will grant you training~ Do not worry, you wont get any negatives, this is just some fun little rp fun~)
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Post by Deleted on Feb 24, 2016 16:13:55 GMT
((Would've posted this last night but we lost power))
Alexander waved a hand at the other who had apologized for the noise. “This isn't exactly my home, so I'm not particularly worried about messes and noise,” he said. When the other mentioned flight, Alexander gave a small nod. He still couldn't even manage to do much of anything with flight, and so he didn't bother to comment. His mastery over his own ki was almost useless as it stood, so he didn't really have much of a chance to do anything with it besides release it in a single line burst. It wasn't exactly flashy or useful, but it was about all he could do, besides manipulate it within his own body.
The older fellow that appeared seemed to have some rather...odd idiosyncrasies. He seemed all-too eager to be offering this training to them. He realized he hadn't exactly asked what this training would be, but that didn't much matter to him. He was frustrated with his own lack of progress, and he wanted to do something...more. Something better than what he was and everything that he'd tried so far had ended up with just about nothing. He had trained for almost the majority of the day today and he had come out of it no stronger than he had been when he'd started.
He watched, curious as the old man let the small sphere of moss float upward, but to Alexander it seemed little more than a parlour trick, at least at first. Several tendrils seemed to enrapture the sphere of moss, and from them, what looked like blood began to leak down. Alexander's gaze moved over it, curious now as to what it might be, before they dripped down into what appeared to be a small wooden cup. This was definitely among the strangest things that he had ever experienced in his life, and the young man was curious if the world held other such mysteries such as this traveling merchant...or if this was the epitome of strange in this world, and it had been him that had stumbled across it.
His gaze flickered back to the man as he put a bracelet on the ground, beginning to murmur under his breath. He spoke then, and Alexander's gaze moved from the old man, to the cup of ichor-like blood, and then back to the man again. Was he serious? And even if this wasn't some strange form of prestidigitation, and it was some sort of...something, how did he have any way to believe that what the man was saying was true? What if it was a cup of poison, spider's venom, and the challenge was to simply drain it and not die? There might be no power gained on the other end but the old man's amusement at watching one writhe around in agony before death.
“I do wonder who you are, old man,” Alexander spoke, even after he introduced himself as a cook named Ayumu. “And what all of this is,” he continued, gesturing to the storefront, to the small floating orb of moss, the blood leaking down its tendrils...all of it. It seemed to grandiose to be real, but here it was, right before him. He was having no fever dream, everything was far too strange to be something his brain had devised. Truth was stranger than fiction, as they said. He listened as Ayumu continued then, stating that he was interested in them, wanting to see just how far they could come.
Alex closed his eyes then, his perpetually narrowed brow relaxing for a moment as he counted to five under his breath before allowing his gaze once more to pass over the scene in front of him. It was no different, no more or less strange, and as such, he had to simply be convinced that it was real, as bizarre as it was. “In that case, I hope to continue to pique your interest, Ayumu, as you have certainly piqued mine,” he spoke, before he gestured to himself. “I am Alexander Voss,” he offered, wondering if perhaps knowing the name might help at all.
He watched as Ayumu made an incision on his finger, too shallow to even let the slightest bit of blood seep out and he was about to ask what the reason for it was, before the old man began to speak again. Alex's gaze was drawn to the cup, to the blood, and the curiosity that welled up within him was such that he did not know if he could turn this down. He had been searching for the last two years for something to increase his power beyond what it was. His teacher, Fudendrenk, had taught him that one had to accept that power was not gained overnight, but in short, explosive bursts of strength. Once your body was strong enough to achieve the next level of power, you would reach it. But if it wasn't, then you could spend days, weeks, months, or even years struggling to increase at all, and that's where Alexander felt that he was.
This could be the very answer to everything, right here. This might be the key to unlocking the potential that he knew, that he knew that slept inside of him. It might be this one single step and he would finally reach that strength that he knew was out there. He was tempted to simply snatch up the wooden cup now but he forced himself to wait, to listen to Ayumu's words. Alexander needed to know exactly what he was getting into- to jump in without having a full understanding was among the stupidest things that he could have done.
There was an intense power in that ichor, it seemed. One that would cause unyielding suffering for an hour during which time his body would be under assault by some greater power that he couldn't quite fathom, and that Ayumu did not explain. His eyes closed for a moment as he considered his options. This seemed too good to be true, and as the saying went, things that seemed too good to be true, usually were. The question remained however...was the risk worth the reward? Was it something that he would be able to overcome and, if so, would this power truly come to him?
As he considered, he began to notice a slight change in the atmosphere. It was subtle at first, before he looked from one place to another, realizing that the stalks of bamboo he was looking at were no longer bamboo....but flesh. Teeth replaced leaves, and eyes replaced knots on the bamboo stalk. His eyes narrowed a little as he took a step back instinctively, until Ayumu spoke again. Alexander had no ability to sense ki, but even he could tell now that this old man was something more. Something beyond the mortal coil. While parts of his body wished to flee, to live in fear of this place and what might come for him in the dead of night...his strength, the part of his personality that he relied on, the part that kept up the icy cold expression despite his inner turmoil had reached a revelation.
This old man was telling the truth. This was not some hoax, or some strange attempt to pull the wool over their eyes. It was not any sort of twisted falsehood to see how far he could push a lie before he would laugh uncontrollably at how far they'd fallen into believing his lies. This was truth. That in itself sent a whole new revelation of fear through him, but fear that was tempered by curiosity. Could he achieve this? Not directly, he was certain, but in time. Could he achieve this same power simply from drinking this draught that sat before him? Ayumu had spoken, saying that if they could achieve the hour, then such power would be theirs to control...the only hesitation now was in Alexander's mind.
As the man moved to recline on the needle-filled chair, both to show his resolve to them and also some sort of comfort, that he would be going through pain as they too would be, Alex's gaze moved from Ayumu to the cup that was before him. He exhaled slowly, closing his eyes. “I will take this challenge of yours, old man,” he spoke, reaching down to pick up the wooden cup before him. It was about half full of the ichor, and he closed his eyes as he inhaled the scent. He could not begin to describe it, but it both assaulted and invigorated his senses together. Was this simply raw power, contained in a liquid?
He closed his eyes again for a moment, before opening them a few seconds later, the hardened gaze of one who had made up their mind the only expression on his face. “See you in an hour,” he spoke, both to Ayumu, and to the young man who was here with him. He didn't know if the other planned to take on this challenge, but nor did Alexander care. He was one who sought to improve himself and this appeared to be the most effective way of doing so. He had no idea if he would even survive, and part of him nearly hesitated as he brought the cup to his lips, but another inhalation of that scent, that power contained in liquid captivated his senses, and pushed away any doubt he had.
Alexander tipped the cup back and swallowed the liquid within.
He gave a small grunt immediately, the wooden cup falling from his hands, landing neatly, almost perfectly, back where he'd picked it up from. His muscles tightened beyond what they should have been able to, feeling the expansion of each muscle fiber in his body. His throat burned as if he'd swallowed acid, and his vision swam, seeing both the natural bamboo forest, the one of flesh, and yet some third one, all at the same time. Each movement of his gaze brought the kaleidoscope of images to him, causing his body to shudder with barely-contained vertigo.
His stomach heaved, but he couldn't move, his muscles as tightened as they were. He clamped his jaw shut, forcing his body to keep the ichor down but his stomach would have none of it as the stuff burst back up his throat. It burned worse the second time, mixed with his stomach acid, but Alexander knew that should he vomit it up, that he would lose out on the power that it contained. His hands tightened into fists, and in doing so, from the already-taut muscles of his forearm came small spurts of blood as they were pushed far past their limit.
Alexander's eyes were red as every blood vessel in his eyes blew, and he watched as his vision swam with red. Ever fiber of his being was settled on stopping himself from vomiting up the stuff he'd ingested, and with a supreme amount of willpower he didn't think he was even capable of, he swallowed. A third time, his throat burned as if it were on fire, as if he'd drank cobra venom laced with gasoline and dropped in a match after it. It settled in his stomach and his body, as if understanding that it was not going to be rid of the stuff in such a way, complied.
And then that burning in his throat spread. Pumped from his stomach to the rest of his body, his veins and arteries began to pump acid instead of blood. Screams filled his ears, and somehow throughout the rest of the pain he felt the blood leaking from them, down his throat and over his sweat-stained bare torso. The screams grew louder, deafening, as if his entire world could be summed up in that single word. And then on some level, deep down, Alexander realized that those were his screams.
It felt like he had a thousand voices, shrieking in agony from the pain that filled him. His world was pain, every nerve ending in his body was experiencing a thousand different types of pain at once. He slammed his fist into the ground, trying to push out some of the pain that his body felt into something else, something further away from him. The ground moved beneath his strike but the pain remained. It was eternal suffering. Every cell in his body cried out in agony and yet all he could do was give a voice to those cries.
Countless screams, all somehow from his own throat, filled the air around him as he thrashed, slamming his fists into the ground, not noticing nor caring that he was splitting the flesh on his knuckles down to the bone, nor that those bones were cracking under the constant assault as his body reacted. He pitched forward, slamming his head into the ground- he had no way to judge his balance, his current location, or anything. He didn’t know what he was or where he was, all he knew was the pain.
His own blood leaked from his ears, his eyes, nose...everything, everywhere. The acid that burned through his veins leaked as well, causing new sensations of pain as the ichor from that cup burned through the pores of his body, running down in rivulets or spurting out at random. Everything was agony and agony was everything- there was no end to this suffering that he was involved in. His body lurched forward and his eyes became aware of the watch worn on his wrist.
One minute had passed.
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An hour later, Alexander lay on the ground in a puddle of his own blood. He was breathing, though barely. The power had ceased to rush through him, and his own throat felt as if he had swallowed fire. It was raw beyond belief, and in the clarity of the stillness following his torture, he realized that he had screamed for all of it. Even still, the incredible willpower that powered Alexander did not let up as he moved, his arm lifting enough to press his hand against the ground, forcing his face up from the dirt. His body felt shredded, every muscle weak and damaged...but he moved regardless.
“Now what?” he spat, his voice raw, and even as he spoke, red trickled from his lips, adding to the puddle that lay beneath him. He had survived whatever insidious torture Ayumu had inflicted upon him...but to what end that held...he did not know. He had forgotten his reasons, his thoughts, everything before the agony had ripped through him. But even now, as exhausted and in pain as he was, the boy was forcing himself up to his feet, using some of the bamboo to assist him, no longer caring what it looked like as his blood-stained eyes glared at Ayumu.
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Post by Appile on Feb 24, 2016 19:42:44 GMT
(Sorry my writing skill is making this less great. I don't know how to make long descriptions without making it feel overly drawn out.)
Apille saw the old man, calling himself Ayumu, pulling some weird tricks. He gazed in shock as the moss ball bled into an odd sort of cup. What was this training? He had to drink that? What would drinking blood do for him? Make him sick? Or maybe it just looked like blood, it could be very different. There's always the chance that this old Ayumu fellow is just a big fat lying scumbag. It seemed odd, though. Somehow, as far-fetched as it was, it felt like this strange old man was being completely and utterly truthful.
As Ayumu continued his explanation, Apille felt like the environment was changing. A look around seemed to fill poor Apille with fear. The peaceful, natural environment was replaced with a hell of blood and flesh. "Gotta be an illusion, gotta be an illusion!" a fearful Apille assured himself. Who was this guy? Some sort of demon? Was he just here to torment the people of Earth? Apille shook his head. If a demon came to make life a living hell, he wouldn't do it this obviously.
After listening to Ayumu's speech, Apille was even more afraid. A whole hour of agony? How would this help? Even if his Saiyan zenkai boost made him stronger, what would it do for a human? He nervously stared at the cup. If this truly would give anyone to drink it great power, Apille was willing to test his luck. His training's effectiveness had drastically dropped since he left the saiyans, and anything aside from harming an innocent sounded like something he was willing to do for power right about now.
Apille cringed as Ayumu sat on his needle-filled chair. Was this meant to comfort him? The fact that they would both be suffering? All it did was make afraid Apille dread the task ahead even more. Somehow, Ayumu was relaxed... Even on a chair full of needles, he could relax and barely react, if at all. Ayumu had seen his fair share of suffering and had felt his fair share of pain. Agonizing pain...
"You really are strange. Y'know that Ayumu?" Apille sighed. That liquid must've had great power within it, for the old man to demonstrate such a painful act. "I'm called Apille, if the name means anything to you." The young human also revealed his name as Alexander Voss. Apille wondered if either of their names meant anything to Ayumu until they had drank the liquid. Pain, that was this guy's way of training. Apille's fear had been replaced with stress. Would he make it? Would he handle the pain?
Alexander had gone to drink from the cup, so Apille figured it was time to stop putting it off. "Later, Alex..." He wondered if those words would be his last. The pain that Alexander showed was simply terrifying. Was it really that bad? The young human's screams were like a barrier, keeping Apille from the liquid. "No!" he shouted. He would do it! He had to get stronger! He just had to!
He grabbed the cup and tipped it into his mouth. The pain hit him like a truck... He dropped the cup immediately, not caring or noticing where it landed, and grabbed his throat with both hands. It burned, like a vat of acid was being poured down his throat, even worse! He slammed his own face with a blow that forcefully sent the liquid down his throat...
He immediately felt like he was dying and collapsed to the ground. His screams mixed with those of Alexander, until he was plunged into total darkness. He had instinctively shut his eyes, but could feel blood soaking up in his tail. He tried to distract himself from the pain by digging his nails into his arm but all it did was increase his suffering. "AAAARGH!" His screaming continued and it felt like it was shredding up his throat. He was in total shock and agony.
His muscles tensed more than his skin could handle, causing tears in his flesh. All he could hear was screaming, his and Alexander's! He was going to die! There was no way he could survive this! It was as if he was tied to 4 comets, all traveling in opposite directions... He slammed his face into a fleshy tree, all thought having left him. He screamed like a banshee, punching all he could weakly.
He would not make it. He was weak. He was useless. He was nothing... "NO!" He screamed! He would not be conquered by pain! No matter what he had to go through, he would persevere! He would survive! He was in too much pain to do anything but lie on the ground anymore, but he would never give up! No matter what he was faced with, he would NOT quit! If he was blown back, he would grit his teeth and keep going! He would go through hell to reach the bright light at the end of the tunnel!
Half an hour later...
Even with his focus, the pain was immeasurable. His screams eventually stopped and he kept his pain internalized. That didn't make it any better. His stare was dead, his eyes full of tears and his pupils barely large enough to spot. Lying in a pool of blood, his tail repeatedly slammed into the ground with agony. He grinded his face into the bloody mud. Spitting out dirt that was in his mouth.
However long he had gone, it felt like a year. His head was throbbing and it hurt to even think... "Ugh..." The screams of Alexander were still ringing in his ears. He had somehow slammed his arm into the ground hard enough to dislocate it and his nose was broken. One leg had gone completely numb and was deeply cut into by Apilles nails during his futile attempts to turn his focus away from the pain. Blood vessels all around his body had popped. He was a swollen wreck.
Finally, it ends...
Apille feels the pain ease up a bit. He was barely even breathing and his jaw was broken. Whatever he had just drank was not normal. He uses his working arm to try to push himself up, but quickly dropping down. He sees Alexander pulling himself up with some 'bamboo'. By using what little energy he had left, he floated up and leaned on a tree, not caring about how fleshy it was.
He stares at Ayumu angrily. He tries to say, "Well, I did your damn test! Happy?" but his broken jaw only allows the words "did" and "test" to be anything but gibberish. He barely stood, even with the help of the tree. His blood-drenched tail lay on the ground beside him. He had gotten through, but he needed serious medical attention, fast.
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Post by Nostalgic Ayumu on Feb 25, 2016 21:28:37 GMT
(Long post, you can cut to the ---'s if you want too)
While he saw them gulp it down with such vigor, he could not supress his enjoyment, that mere moment of them realizing they had the agonizing pain go down their necks as Ayumu placed his own fingers onto his neck while turning his back to them, knowing that if they wanted to let life face against their own willpower. To let their own determination struggle through the thick mucus of the world that would constantly pull you back and try to push you back to your knees, he smashed his cane down as slowly a circle started to form, knowing he was shaving years of his life just to help these kids.
'Life is not something you should simply shave away to bring forwards the pain and suffering that we tend to leave in our wakes, are we messiahs or are we demon kings, tearing the entire world asunder?'
Simply gazing at the bodies that were busy going through a million diffrent kind of reactions before him, the emotional state of both saiyans and humans not being that diffrent when you cut to the chase he could remember the original tests that had been ran on their psyche's. The scientific documents showered us with information before we became unable to really seperate both the saiyan and human mindsets that had brought forwards their power, while slowly feeling his fingers running down the cane that he had carried before, slowly reforming itself in the grasp of his hands. Everything having started to become mishapened gathered a slow pumping liquid in the middle of the area, between both victims and Ayumu himself as it slowly rose upwards. A femine head starting to form with eyes spreading everywhere before her facial details became visible and a grin started to become apparant with her nose able to get a thick sniff of the delicious meals that were placed before her, glowing red eyes reminding her of everything in her past as her hunger started to become awakened before with a sudden energy blast into the sky everything was released, cutting through the horror. Trickles of blood slowly starting to make their way down these objects, objects that looked diffrent within the eyes of everybody as her voice, a sultry sweet tone able to trick even the hardiest men into giving her what she wanted was promptly heard, like the whispers of the succubi from down below itself.
'Are these the training tools that you have brought?, You know that the energy that you etmit is tainted, they will just kill themselves upon it.'
Yet he was distraught, knowing that she was not going to accept a half arsed answer, a excuse, something that shows even the smallest amount of restraints while his hands on this old cane of his gripped tightly, slowly forming cracks that moved outwards before realizing his nerves could start to calm down without this intense feeling of fear, knowing that they would not be able to hear what they were saying. Speaking via their mental connection everything was honest, without any restraint as emotions were flying left to right.
'They should be able to contain the depth of this strenght, it may corrupt the normal souls of beings that attempt to swallow power like it is something they deserve, with everything they are facing in the depths of their soul... Yet here we are, their races is still their own with no issue!'
His facial expressions were extremely tense, refusing to give away even a single moment of relaxation on his body as it was constantly tensed, trembling softly upon seeing the damage they were starting to gather. Ayumu was always a soft hearted son of a bitch towards anybody of the living variety, considering himself harmfull towards them was just a painfull stab to his frail and gentle heart. Something that continiously made him feel the agonizing pain of suffering, just as pmuch as they had while Hana brought her hand onto his shoulder, slowly shaking her head. Knowing that what he felt was not much more than just what Ayumu felt during the years of meditation he had to perform, something that pushed him to devour everything he could get within mere miles and grow faster and faster!
"Ayumu, we are not able to stop what has been foretold in the books of yonder, what happened has happened and the path you are on is not one covered in vile attractions, you have met a multitude of people before you became one with me. Just accept this cu-"
But upon saying this, she felt a nasty slap as the palm of his hand collided with her face, a flash moment of anger as she just turned to the ground, avoiding eye contact while softly and carefully breathing in. Not wanting to piss him off even further while she knew that the muscle strenght in her hands was enough to crush his old flesh, to evaporate his aged bones and the calcium that was never enough to even stand up to her. Yet the pain from this blow was not on the scale of actually aching or being harmfull, it was a emotional blow to somebody fragile and somebody who never understood the real potential of the emotional scales that we had all brought upon ourselves while his hands slowly decended on her shoulders, gripping her softly.
"Are you still willing to help me?,we argue alot, we hit each other alot, but i know i can still place my trust in you, even when your strenght tends to make everything look like this at these moments.."
The entire area snapping back into the peacefull appearance it had before before a small brush was taken out, made from wood that seemed unnatural in a certain way of it. It was known that every single part of this piece of brush was a abomination in its own, ancient methods of carving its wood were obviously depicted on the shaft and before long you would be able to see small eyes forming around the shaft, gazing towards the delicate grip of thism an trying to perform the fine operation on these twitching people that are being harmed.
"Are you certain you are able to recover their health upon their waking up? They should not be this pained by just some negative energy coursing through their body?"
She spoke, one of the few lines of ivy that slowly stroked past her own chin as it slowly replaced the harm onto the inside parts of the body, letting out a soft groan towards the choices this humanoid male had made, knowing that with a single choice. Everything could be brought to hell, just from their inability to see just how dark and vile everything that they were going through now was with the massive power they were getting drowned in simply being there to play with them. Simply to let them grow into the accepting phase, while performing suggestive remarks towards the choices that are given. Yet the expression on her face, it didn't show the pain from before but a certain edge of worry, a soft blade that was able to cut through the steady and frail heart of Ayumu while he started to place his own teeth onto the lower lip of his, nearly piercing the skin while pondering softly. One of the tendrils from Hana her arm seperating as she slowly moved it forwards to open his mouth and get him to stop biting onto the lower lip.
"What these people wish for is not given by just having you go say to the that they survive it Hana, what i am giving them is a chance... Please do not cause more harm to this frail heart of mine by letting me ponder the decisions that these two have made for their own future. The formation drawn upon the bodies of theirs in the blood of themselves and yours, we know that the positive energy that travels through this is capable of rending apart the undead creatures and expelling spirits, it recovers the bodies of us humanoids. Both saiyans, arcosians and namekians have a positive effect from having their bodies recovered via this method although i hope that everything will pan out nicely without a single conflict at the end of their expierience of this entire charade"
Slowly starting to laugh to himself while gazing at the watch that he had carried himself, a golden medallion like watch, something that would easily be a few thousand years old with the soft ticking sound not found in the current age watches. All digital numbers that could realign itself with a online networking system giving them a rapid appointment on the correct time period. It really made him shocked to have people actually call up old men or even make him purposedly show the inner mechanical pieces of clocks as it became something alonglike a collectors item, easily finding buyers for these old mechanical clocks. The concept of something so simple becoming less and less used was just frightening, the entire population moving forwards in a attempt to gather the highest form of technological advances with us at the side lines gazing upon their mere attempts.
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Time slowly passing forwards, Everything was starting to become immensely complex before Ayumu his eyes, seeing more and more wounds appear on these people, he started taking out ointments, herbs, incenses while applying multiple methods of recovery. Making certain to not leave any markings in the direct vacinity while constantly attempting to be caring for their damaged bodies, unable to put it past himself to get them killed off or damaged beyond what he could manage. Nothing would be worse than having a few interesting toys placed infront of you and then just snatched away by the cold and harming fingers of death herself, those alluring arms that would slip you into a never ending slumber. Yet their appearances became less and less ghastly while blood flow started to solidify, with energy starting to pool out in the massive circulair causing the new appearance, a humanoid wielding a gaint axe standing at over 2.5 metres high to move forwards and spread out a few items onto this area, preparing a burning torch while having a burn barrier in the vacinity, a long line of burned bamboo to prevent other nearby forestry from catching aflame.
"Ayumu, i am prepared to set these people on fire, When do you wish for this to happen?"
Yet a firm shake from his face, showed that she had to wait while listening to their words, almost bursting into laughter before setting the entire situation ablaze, showing that the wounds were vanishing on their bodies like dust in the wind, the fires licking up their bodies within mere moments while not performing a single attempt to damage them but instead revitalizing them. It was unique, Strange, Yet above all these flames started to form a singulair skull of water before them, one that slowly started to smile and a omnious voice spoke.
"You have attempted to break past a mere bag of flesh have you not?"
It spoke towards the two yet it gave the expression as if it was only talking to the person directly infront of it, personally speaking to both Apille and Alexander at the same time. Holding a omnious tone, it seemed to open its mouth while a circulair object was seen visible in the middle, while starting to speak within their minds.
"Stick your arm into my mouth and i shall create a oath of the void with you two... Maybe even will you guys touch upon the specialities that are water of mine~"
Granting them both the vitality of the void, a modification to their flight and if you do not have flight, one would be able to fly into the sky like a soaring beast of destruction. It seemed like nothing at first, but if you connect with this strange manner of flight, you would be able to really feel that your exhaustion did not appear just as quickly but instead it was as if you were pulling energy from the nearby life energy to soar!
After the decisions would be made, Ayumu would raise his hands towards you two while having taken of his white shirt, showing the numerious scars and wounds on his torso as the flames had licked away the medicine he used to hide these normally. From vicious gashes to bones being visible on his arms, you could see the amount of damage he walked around with before starting to speak loudly towards you two, trying to make a good impression.
"I have believed in you two to survive this far, my worries for your bodies were large but you have seen that i had prepared recovery methods for you two. This pain may have been overwhelming at first yet here i am, suffering through it daily, constantly within every second. Pushing my body beyond what it is capable of reaching makes me able to use this strenght within me to protect those i care for"
Before suddenly slamming his hands together, causing some soft pops to be heard as blood started to flow down from his palms, showing just how much damage his entire body had suffered, yet... What he had slammed together seemed to be a Fly. Slowly buzzing while starting to move away, it had not even a crooked wing as it made its way upwards.
"I am not a master, i am not a expert, yet i have placed my entire being into protecting those i care for, constantly risking everything i cling too. Unable to harm those who follow what i consider justice, unable to harm those that i protect, this power will not grant you the power to destroy everything you want to destroy. It gives you the means to destroy those that you truely hate with a burning passion, rending apart their flesh, slicing of their limbs, while you suffer through their massively increased amount of strenght. Yet would you give up against somebody that much stronger than you? No. You would not! So accept my hand, Let me teach you guys the methods of the marked ones, Let me place the knowledge that the ancient ancestors of both ki and magic have instilled upon us, constantly bringing us closer to death with every step while only growing more powerfull. But there is but one rule... Call this just a childish prediction but we do not abandon any race, unless they have shown a multitude of vicious crimes against those we care for, just how i allign myself against the saiyan empire ruled by war yet still wish to bring the arcosians who can still be found with pure hearts into our midsts"
Slowly reaching his hands forwards, slowly feeling his body starting to be refreshed by the flames, cuts and wounds on his hands starting to fade away as the rest became invisible once again, Holding out two ear pieces that would fuse with your earlobes, a invitation to this existance of suffering and troubles just to protect what you hold dear.
(If you accept this circlet, you will have a marking on your wrist, it is a black serpent that bites its own tail along with a inscription that is unable to be read, People who do not have any flying techs will obtain "Flight" as you may flavour how you use the power of void to fly, you can even just surround yourself with a thin membrane that allows you to move forwards by thinking it. Seriously, Just go wild! Im not here to limit you two~, But this is just one of the basic techniques to get a feel for handling these things)
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Post by Deleted on Feb 26, 2016 17:54:37 GMT
Alexander didn’t really understand, at the moment, where things were, or where he was. His body had been so wracked by pain that he had no understanding, no concept of anything beyond it. He felt...tired, mostly, like he had been through a days-long ordeal with no break, no rest, no respite. And in a way, it was. He had seen more pain in those sixty minutes than he had felt in his entire life, prior. Everything had been forced into one moment in the infinite span of time, one moment he had felt that agony before it had gone.
He still struggled to stay standing- his pants were soaked through with his own blood, and he wasn’t entirely certain how much he had even lost. He wasn’t certain if he should be conscious and above all...he wasn’t even certain he was still alive. Yet while he had no concept of life or death, he felt that at this point...he was still living. He had no real cause as to why, but he was certain that he was still breathing and that his heart was still beating.
He glanced up to Ayumu then who seemed to be speaking with another...and it was only then that he saw the giant beast standing above them, torch in hand. He opened his mouth to try and argue, but his own lifeblood filled his maw. He spat out the red fluid, wondering what part of his mouth had been damaged. He looked to Appile, noting that the man had either broken or dislocated his jaw in his agony...something that Alexander pitied him for. That kind of assault was not something that he had expected to do on his own body, but as he looked down to his right hand which was mostly limp and dangling...he supposed he could not argue.
The saiyan seemed to have it worse for wear, but not that Alexander had any inclination of such. Most of his wounds might have just looked bad, for all he knew, but the broken jaw was certainly among the worst of what the male had undergone. However, from his understanding on Saiyans, what didn’t kill them made them immensely stronger, and for that, he wondered if that might have been part of the reason that Appile had agreed to this, solely to get his body’s natural regeneration to push through even harder than he had before.
Alex shook his head slowly as he tried to rationalize the Saiyan’s wish to do this, but he turned his attention over to the beast that stood above him, holding that torch. Was there more pain in their future? Was what they’d experienced just the appetizer for the main course? Alex’s body was weak, as much as he hated to admit it. He wasn’t entirely certain that he could handle this, if it was more pain. Fire was not anything he was...particularly afraid of, but he really didn’t want to go out that way, for his body to be completely unrecognizable.
He closed his eyes as the torch came close...only for it to not burn him at all. If anything, it was...helping him? He felt his strength returning, little-by-little, each second that passed seemed to help him, help his body, restoring it to the way that it was before. He watched, awestruck, as his right hand began to twitch and solidify, once more becoming flesh and bone, rather than broken bits of calcium. He looked down, noting that while his slacks were still caked with his blood, that he no longer felt his wounds clotted on his legs. They seemed...restored.
He was about to open his mouth and speak when he saw the skull made of water beginning to form. Elements? Was that the power that Ayumu had gifted upon them? He didn’t really understand how the elemental control would...work, but he couldn’t deny that it was an interesting thing. His own control of ki was rather weak, perhaps this might help him in some areas. It was something that he was willing to try, even if it it wasn’t what his original master had in mind.
At its request, Alexander glanced over to Appile. “Might as well,” he spoke to the other. It wasn’t like they had anything worse to look forward to. He moved, extending his hand outward and let the skull do what it would with his arm. He had realized through his pain that he had no wish for anything save to grow in power. He realized that it very much fit in with his usual ideologies. He needed to be strong in order to bend the world to his will, to succeed at whatever he set his mind to. That strength was also represented here. If he had died from such pain, then he would have not been strong enough to achieve his goals anyway.
As such, he placed his arm in the skull’s mouth with almost no hesitation, his calm gaze watching the skull as it seemingly made a pact with them. He became aware then of the fact that there was energy...around him. It wasn’t quite the same as ki sensing, as that was another trick that he hadn’t mastered, but it was more in the vein that the world around him was pulsing with life energy that he could...borrow.
No.
No it was not the life of the universe that he was seeing, feeling, sensing. What he was feeling was the void between the particles of life. The absence of such. He could not sense ki, nor living things, but he could sense the nothingness between those things. The negative space between the cells of Ayumu, of Appile, of his own body. This...void of power seemed to be power itself, and he had it at his fingertips. A rush of giddy laughter came to him, but the ever-serious male pushed it down, hiding it. Such a thing would not be proper, losing himself to this...strangeness so soon.
He looked up then, hearing Ayumu speak. The man’s body was riddled with scars, and he arched a brow as the man mentioned that he was still under the same agony. Alexander opened his mouth, about to return that such did not occur with him...when he noticed the pain was still present. Muted somewhat, possibly due to his own mind’s resilience or perhaps it was lying in wait. Experimentally, he pulled at the void of power around him, feeling the pain flare where he had begun to use it and gave a small sound. So it seemed such was the case...the pain was omnipresent, but it only seemed to activate when he really used the gifts. Both a blessing and curse, it seemed.
Ayumu continued and Alexander looked down at his hands. Was he a big enough person to give that font of life to anything that walked? Could he restrain himself against those that might wish him harm, if it might be for the betterment of the world and universe as a whole? He wasn’t sure, but for this type of power...he was willing to learn, if nothing else. His gaze moved to Ayumu then, giving a small nod. “I will,” he spoke solemnly, as if speaking a vow so strong and powerful that the world seemed to shake around him.
He reached for the earpiece then, affixing it to himself. As he agreed, he felt a tingling on his wrist. Glancing down, he moved the watch to see what seemed to be an ouroboros, the snake that eats its own tail. There were other runes nearby it, but Alexander had no thought to what they might read. He was unfamiliar with such lettering and for now, he simply wished to learn how to better control this...void. He looked to Ayumu then, curious if the man would provide further instruction or let him...play on his own with this new talent.
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Post by Appile on Feb 27, 2016 11:58:10 GMT
Apille was still barely standing. Alexander looked pretty injured too. Although, he seemed to have kept from injuring himself better than Apille. Seemed like this human did suffer a lot of wounds from the drink too, however. Looked like neither of them were in shape to do much. Alexander's lips looked red with blood, so chances were he would have no easy time speaking much either.
As Apille returned his look to Ayumu, he saw a huge figure towering over him. They seemed to be speaking and the tall figure was carrying a torch! After that drink, Apille couldn't take any more pain or injuries. He did not want to leave the 'training' as a charred, unrecognizable freak! As he opened his mouth to protest, however, he realized that speaking would be no easy task...
Strangely, as the figure set him on fire, he wasn't getting any more injured. Actually, he seemed to feel... Healed? How? What was in this fire so that instead of creating wounds it closes them? No reason to complain though. Relief flooded him as the fire got rid of his injuries. He clutched his jaw and moved it around a bit. Yup, the fire worked like a charm. Apille had no idea how it worked, but it did.
Strangely, now a skull of water appeared. Apille raised his eyebrows. This was... Different, to say the least. First healing fire and then a water skull? What the hell is going on? As it spoke, Apille saw no reason to deny it's request after all he had gone through for it. He nodded at Alexander's 'might as well' and also extended his arm into the skull's mouth. He noted that even without the skill of sensing energy, there seemed to be a sort of lack of it around. Why, he did not know.
As Ayumu made his comment about the constant suffering he went through, Apille wondered why he was not going through it. He was about to comment on it when he realized that he was still going through it. It was just muffled, dormant, waiting to be awakened. Apille hoped that it never again would be. His head twitching when Ayumu mentioned saiyans, Apille nodded at his speech.
He had no reason to back down now. Apille had the power to protect those he cared for right in his grasp, and he would not loosen his hand and let it slip away. He reached out for an earpiece and put it on. Suddenly, he felt strange. It seemed like Apille was surrounded by nothingness. Strange. As he tried to do as Ayumu said and summon the void to fly, he felt his pain return. So this was the cost of strength...
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Post by Beryl Roarke on Mar 11, 2016 16:13:48 GMT
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Post by Beryl Roarke on Mar 25, 2016 17:38:46 GMT
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Post by Zerori on Apr 21, 2016 11:18:15 GMT
Nostalgic Ayumu 4,552 <-- Word count6,828<-- PL gains113,976 PL --> 120,804 PL
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