Alakaz
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PL: 19,420
Demonic Will (x3) Makyo Star (x8)
Zeni: 2,014
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Post by Alakaz on Jul 9, 2016 0:06:25 GMT
(Preferably looking for someone with Ki Sense to find him since as yet Alakaz has not ventured from the ruins he awoke in...)
It had been an age since he had tested his own limits and from the state he found himself in on his awakening in this new and strange body he realised that much of his former power must have faded with time. Where his body had once been tall and powerful with slabs of iron hard muscle, this new form was slimmer, lighter, its muscles less honed, its balance not quite what he was used to and its speed a fraction of what he could once muster. While he had felt weak at his first awakening now he felt a potential to recover what had faded over time and without the Monks stunting his growth now perhaps he could even surpass what had once been.
“It will have to do” Muttered the red haired demon as he gazed into his reflection in the mirror like water of the pool that had once been his prison, its surface now perfectly still once more, the pitch black that had tainted now expelled.
The face that gazed back at him was more youthful than the one he remembered, the lines of age not yet etched into the spaces around the eyes or the strong features of the face. The face that looked back was him yet not him...it would take some time to settle into the new form and become what he once was but the centuries old Demon had nothing if not time on his side. The hair on his head was coarse like a boars and stood upright of its own accord, stained red even in the gloom of the cave he stood in despite the soft dark brown it had been when the man had first looked into the pool, the Demon’s essence twisting its new body to reveal more of its own inner corruption. The eyes however...they were just as he remembered...simmering crimson at the moment like the coals of a dying fire. He knew that would change over time, that the intensity he had once witnessed in his reflection would return, as would the power he had lost.
He sat motionless on the stone pedestal before the clear pool, his legs folded under him in a simple lotus pose, the light of the cool morning sun streaming in behind him, casting long shadows all around as he descended into his memories, utilising the techniques that had been drilled into his former self when they were left to reflect on the days training in the setting sun. Even centuries down the line he remembered the crack of the bamboo against a shoulder or back if they caught you, or even suspected you drifting off to sleep. Where once it had caused him to flinch the strikes had become as annoying as an ant bite to an elephant as his power had grown until he had barely noticed. Now he found that he missed the reminder they brought, the strike always bringing him back from whatever path his mind had chosen to wander and causing it to focus on the task at hand, the techniques of the day or simple the steady chanting mantra of the Monks that inhabited the temple where they were all housed.
He breathed deep and exhaled slowly, repeating the sequence over and over till he felt the drip drip of the cave fading into the background of his mind. It was a basic method but he found the more he focused the more he could recall the movements of the past, the stance, the strike, the block...how the body would flow from one to the other as the movements were burned into memory of the muscles through simple repetition. His breath calm Alakaz opened his eyes slowly and took in the gloom of the cave once more...a slight smile on his lips as he slid from the pedestal, unfolding his legs from under him and moved into a simple sliding pattern of stances, fists held at his waist, eyes looking ahead but unfocused, his bare feet feeling their way across the cold hard stone before settling into each stance...horse flowed into cat into crane and slowly through various variations of each as his memories leant their strength to his movements, becoming more confident with every repetition…
Thread PL: 4,500
WC:717
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Kishi
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Custom Items: Greatbow
PL: 24,180
Overdrive(x3)
Zeni: 0
Tag: @kishi
Posts: 73 
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Post by Kishi on Jul 9, 2016 7:03:04 GMT
Thread PL - 22,512
The discovered cave bewildered Kishi as he stood at the entrance of it. With his arms folded across his chest, his bastard sword on his hilt, and his great bow on his back. Kishi wondered where he was and his inbuilt scouter picking up an individual from within. The cave appeared moist and the cold air wasn't helping either. Upon looking upward to the ceiling of the cave as he took his walk through the cave with each step becoming louder and louder the more he went into the cave. The ceiling intrigued him, as it was the first cave he discovered that didn't have icicles for a ceiling. This strange turn of events really did shock him as he continued his travels. Now focusing on the power level at hand, it appeared to be much weaker than he was, however he wasn't the judgmental type until he fought the opponent first head on.
The armor that he was built from, being the foundation and not actually wearing the armor, it was a cold steel that had seen better days. Cut marks, and slashes all around the armor, even appearing to be worn out and covered in dust. The armor itself needed a shower, not to smell good, but to look clean at least. Taking his final steps and finally arriving at the location on where this power level came from, he stared at this figure before him. At first glance he didn't know what this creature was, and got into a caution stance with his knees bent slightly and his elbows also joined in. With his right hand to his sword handle, he was no novice to the weapon, and stood firm just in case the creature would try anything. He stood on the alert status and used his voice to be his first line of defense.
"Hello there... The Name's Kishi.."
Wondering whether or not this individual knew how to speak pondered his mind and thought process. With his left hand he placed it behind his back and forming an arrow out of his aura and it appearing to look like a standard issue wood arrow with the tip being made of iron. This was a simple trick to fool the naked eye to appearing to look like a standard arrow. Kishi didn't know whether this individual was close quarters or a long ranger, Kishi only hope if a fight would break out, that he would be ready by the teeth. He spoke once more after forming the arrow and just staring at this individual from head to toe.
"Is there anything I can assist you with?"
Stepping a bit closer to the individual and staring up and down at his physical form, it looked like he had seen better days. A chuckle left his helmet "T" shape opening and he spoke once more.
"You look like you had been through constant combat like myself..."
Not trying to step his boundaries, he stopped walking forward and stood in his semi crouch position and awaited to see what this figure, this individual would do.
WC: 515
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Alakaz
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PL: 19,420
Demonic Will (x3) Makyo Star (x8)
Zeni: 2,014
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Post by Alakaz on Jul 11, 2016 16:58:22 GMT
The floor was stained with dried blood where the Demons feet had worn themselves raw repeating one pattern after the other until he flowed from one movement to the other with unconscious thought, his balance improving with every repetition, his mind wandering from the confines of his body to step back into the past once more, dredging up memories of when they would be beaten for stepping out of time with the drum beat, for staggering or for the unsaid complaints against the chill of the ice covered floor in the midst of winter. There were no such flaws in his footwork now, the thousands of times he had forced his body through the movements since waking merging with the memory of the hundreds of thousands of times they had been forced through the steps when young under the watchful eyes of those deceitful Monks.
Alakaz barely registered the pain he felt from the soles of his feet anymore, the initial pain of the splitting skin on the hard stone and sharp edges fading over the hours he had spent concentrating, the dried blood and constant movement toughening the skin in a slow process. It would be years before his body could endure what it had once been capable of withstanding but the change was a necessary one, if even one of the Monks Guardians existed he would be no match for them in his present state...he would need to hide, to train and build his power back to what it had once been so that he could never again be forced into a prison by anyone.
Sweat poured from his brow, soaking the simple clothes he had found in the man's pack, the grey gi a loose cut that felt comfortable despite the simplicity of its design. It had been a rare thing to hear himself breathing hard but he felt his lungs burn as he gulped down air, hearing his own heartbeat hammering in his ears as its speed slowed, recovering slowly and raising his body from the horse stance he had been sat in for the last hour...his thighs burning like never before.
Whoever his new body had once been it had certainly been a feeble martial artist.
He paused in his movements, even his breathing slowing as he heard them echoing through the cave from the direction of the entrance, getting louder now, metal on stone, strange but certainly footsteps coming this way until he saw the source of them. A large armoured figure stood a short distance away from him. It was then that he noticed it...the smell not overpowering but there, like smell of a man who hadn’t bathed for weeks, but the smell of work not idleness. For a moment it seemed to admire the ceiling and stone formation before its gaze dropped to him, its voice echoing from the face plate of its helmet, features obscured in darkness. Its stance wasn’t overtly hostile but it appeared somewhat defensive, as if wired for a reaction from Alakaz.
It had been days since his awakening and he suddenly recalled that he had had no reason to speak or even see if his body knew how...he remembered the words but it took a few attempts to get the stumbling sounds out of his lips, as if they didn’t belong to him at first.
“Ala...kaz…”
He thumped his chest, standing tall, as tall as an average sized human could in fact, which wasn’t particularly tall.
“You...Monk...of..”
His mouth moved like he was chewing something, fumbling over something as he waved his hand around covering the whole area and pointing to the mouth of the cave. Finally the word came that he had been looking for.
“Temple?”
Fighting was so much easier than this talking...but while the urge to rush in grew steadily in his core, he knew nothing of his opponent and his own body was untested in combat. It would not serve him well to simply rush head long unprepared...perhaps but not yet...
Thread PL: 4,500
WC: 675
TWC: 1392
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Kishi
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Custom Items: Greatbow
PL: 24,180
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Post by Kishi on Jul 11, 2016 23:38:57 GMT
If Kishi could smirk he would, however since being made entirely of armor parts, he only could ponder the idea of it. He thought of a brilliant way to test his own powers against this man and finally spoke up as he still held the arrow to his back.
"That's right, I am the monk of this temple..."
Whether or not this was a bad idea, he went with it and he revealed the arrow to the man as the pointed end was aimed towards the ceiling and he held it like he was about to toss it. Without uttering a word, he immediately tossed the arrow into the air and while it came down, he spun his body in a 360 fashion, grabbing the arrow and then hurling it straight to the man's upper chest and hoping it would make contact and explode once it impacts. Kishi placing his right hand to his hilt as he awaited to see what would happen. He spoke once again as he continued scanning the area with his scouter.
"Don't let my appearance fool you, this armor isn't a hinderance..."
WC:187
TWC: 702
Former KP:3 // Current KP: 2
Attacked used - Novice Arrow - 33% Damage - [7,429]
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Alakaz
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PL: 19,420
Demonic Will (x3) Makyo Star (x8)
Zeni: 2,014
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Post by Alakaz on Jul 14, 2016 16:07:22 GMT
The red haired demon watched the armoured figure as he moved with his hand behind his back, obscuring it from view but for what purpose was not quite clear. When he spoke, the voice echoing from deep in the suit somewhere, to admit he was a Monk of the Temple, an involuntary snarl pulled back the Demons lips, a low growl rumbling from within his chest. The creature called Alakaz flexed his fingers as his knuckles cracked, muscles bunching as he prepared to leap, watching with sudden confusion as the armoured man tossed the arrow that he had been hiding behind his back up into the air, twirling on the spot.
It was strange that the man would show his back to an enemy but Alakaz knew when to take advantage and leapt at the moment the man's head was forced to whip round and lose sight of him for only a moment, the rock under his feet crunching as he pushed off, covering half the distance in the time it took the man to turn...too slow it seemed as the figure caught the arrow on its descent and hurled it in the advancing Demons direction. The distance was to close to dodge, and with reactions slowed by his time in captivity, his double armed block was to slow as he rushed headlong into the path of the attack. The arrow grazed his arms a moment before they locked into an x block across his chest, feeling whatever technique was in use ignite with the impact and bathing everything around him in light and explosive noise.
His world was shrouded in darkness as he was slammed into one of the rear cave walls from the impact of the blast, his muscles aching, head foggy...his chest feeling like he had just been run over by a charging bull and stomped on a few times for good measure. His ears rang and his visions was blurred as he tried to focus on the rocky floor only inches from his face...breathing hard on his hands and knees. He’d never felt anything like that before, even in his memories of the Guardians he couldn’t remember being struck so hard and brought low by a single blow. He could see the figure in the armour there, still in the pose it had released the arrow from, slowly coming into focus…
Alakaz pushed himself to his knees, arms falling by his side as he glared as best he could at the target of his hatred, mustering what little was left of his strength to try and rise to his feet...barely able to pull one leg under him...hand still against the wall to steady himself...teeth gritted in pain simply trying to stand after one attack…
Thread PL: 4,500
WC: 464
TWC: 1856
KP [3/3]
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Kishi
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Custom Items: Greatbow
PL: 24,180
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Post by Kishi on Jul 14, 2016 22:12:36 GMT
Watching the explosion happening, and staring at him ram against the rear of the cave. Walking over to this injured individual whose struggling to get up, Kishi spoke right after with his arms to his side. "Prove to me you are worthy enough to escape this cave alive..." With that being said, he walked away from him and headed towards the only exit to the cave as he then leaned against the wall and turned his face towards the man's direction and placing his heel up against the rough wall. Speaking with a more calmer demeanor and a chuckle. "You know what, tell you what. Give me your most powerful attack and if you can do that, will let you out of this cave alive..." Kishi pushing off the wall and folding his arms over his chest as he begins to become more serious.
"You got one shot.."
The cold air began to pick up and enter the entire cave as Kishi started to scream violently and charge his own body to show how strong he was. The entire cave started to shake violently, the icicles falling from the ceiling to the ground. The icicles shattering upon impact as they hit the rough terrain. Electricity surrounding his whole metallic body as he began to stare at this individual with a death stare awaiting to see what he would do.
WC:229
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Alakaz
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PL: 19,420
Demonic Will (x3) Makyo Star (x8)
Zeni: 2,014
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Post by Alakaz on Jul 17, 2016 23:49:17 GMT
The Demon knelt there, eyes unfocused as the armour figured thudded to the mouth of the cave, its whole body shuddering with the vibrations rattling through the cave system, the chill wind howling through the mouth of the cave, pulled in by the strange man's screaming efforts to call on his power, a display partly lost on the dazed creature that hadn’t moved from the cave floor, its arms by its side, head lolling back and forth slowly as the corner of its mouth occasionally twitched into a grin. Alakaz heard the noise from inside the armour, felt the implied meaning of his tone and stance more than understood the voice of the combatant at the cave entrance, the light silhouetting behind him.
The bruised Demon let out a quiet chuckle at the tone of the man's challenge, his head rolling on his shoulders slowly from side to side as if counting the ticking of a clock. He shuddered...his body spasming on its knees as chords of muscle wormed their way through his already tight form...spilling out on od lumps and shapes as they filled his frame...the nails on his fingers growing rapidly, sliding from his fingertips into curving talons of a much darker colour than before. His head flicked forwards with a grin that split his lips, the sharpened teeth there longer, glistening with the spit that dribbled from his mouth as the spasms shook his entire body. Grunts escaped his lips as he fell forwards onto all fours, hunched over as his back rippled and filled out, fingers splayed on the stone floor of the cavern, carving lines where his nails drew along...for the first time since awakening power rolled off him like a thick ooze...dripping from around him in a deep red tinged aura that flickered and died a few feet from where he hunched over. He no longer felt the winds as the full effect of the Mayko star took its effect on his body, forcing his body to change and adapt to the power flowing through it as he called for it unconsciously in response to the warriors challenge.
Alakaz moved slowly, with purpose as he rose from his hunkered down position on the cold stone floor, first one foot under him then the other as he drew himself up to his full height. His features were broader now, his body with it, strands of muscle wrapped round thickened and elongated bones like a second skin, splitting his skin here and there where the new muscle still slithered...the coarse thick red hair on his scalp fluttered as if moved by a breeze from below rather than the flowing wind that was being pulled through the cave mouth by the so called Monk in armour.
The Demon grinned, its black eyes, once red now locked on his opponent, cocking his head to the side as if listening to someone close by.
He moved fast...much faster than before, crunching the ground underfoot and covering the distance between them in a fraction of the time it had taken him before, catching his opponent as he stood there in his rigid stance calling on his power. The Demon technique was a simple but effective one, a combination of fast glancing feints and strikes designed to draw away an opponent's guard...knees...elbows...fist strikes..all aimed at seemingly random points over the body before launched it...the culmination of all his training so far...the endless hours with the Monks before his imprisonment, the days of contest against others of his kind all working to develop this technique that could prove to be devastating if given time to properly. However without the time to fully prepare the attack it all came down to a single,powerful strike, regardless of the feints and weak deceptive blows, all power and ki focused into a fist that aimed to connect with the figures sternum like a hammer striking an anvil...
Thread PL: 36,000 (under Mayko Star Transformation)
WC: 665
TWC: 2521
KP [0/3] (Demonic Overdrive used @ 100% PL, no extra charges)
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Kishi
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Custom Items: Greatbow
PL: 24,180
Overdrive(x3)
Zeni: 0
Tag: @kishi
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Post by Kishi on Jul 18, 2016 21:48:25 GMT
The chuckle turned into a caution stance as he noticed the demon transforming before his very eyes. The power level sky rocketing and his inbuilt scouter flashing a warning signal on his screen. What made matters worst was when he was charging forward for his attack. Kishi only having seconds to spare and pulling out his sword and having it clash against the attack. Using his full force, the shining light would bright in front of his vision and his arms shaking. Hearing the crack of the middle of the sword and viewing it shatter in half, the attack wasn't finished and Kishi placing his left forearm just in time to take the remaining impact of the blow. The impact sent him flying far away to the rear end of the cave, sitting against the wall upright and his left forearm being completely gone with the left forearm being right by the man's foot.
Kishi speaking towards the demon as he chuckled to him.
"Impressive, I never have witness this much damage before and I guess you are strong enough to leave this cave. Congratulations however... If you continue to fight me, you will regret it."
Kishi walking out of the cave in a limp as he continues to chuckle to himself and speaking.
"You will one day bring destruction to the world with that power..."
Kishi wondering whether or not he would let him leave.
Kp: 3/3 = 0/3
Attacked used: sword mastery technique at 100%
Wc: 236
TWC:1157
[attempted exit]
I WANT PL PLEASE
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Alakaz
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PL: 19,420
Demonic Will (x3) Makyo Star (x8)
Zeni: 2,014
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Post by Alakaz on Jul 19, 2016 1:47:41 GMT
The impact, the noise of flesh striking hard steel, the concussive force of the sudden and massive release of power had been staggering...Alakaz had never felt power like that before in all his years at the temple, never having known that something like that lay within him…
His body pulsed with power, dripping from his twisted frame like water splashing off person fresh from a shower as he stood in the clearing smoke still within the cave, the twitching metallic arm at his feet now detached from its owner who lay sat against the far wall of the cavern chuckling as he spoke to the Demon that had just laid him low. The sword that had deflected his blow and taken most of the impact lay shattered in pieces on the floor of the stone cave, the pieces scattered in every direction, even...as the Demon no observed...embedded in the forearm that had carried the striking blow through the man's guard...blood trickling and hissing from the wounds around the slivers of metal. The red haired Demon barely registered the bleeding as he took one step forwards...then and other...his whole body still shuddering as if it weren't completely under his own control.
One foot step and then another as the metal man spoke and slowly pulled himself to his feet, staggering to the entrance of the cave, his left behind...seemingly not bothered by its loss. The Demon stopped, eyes drifting in and out of focus on the figure as it made to move, speaking of destruction to come...his hands open and closed as his body shuddered once more...the thick cords of muscle and growths of bone seemingly flowing away under his skin...evaporating into the thin air. He stood panting as the man turned his back on him, outlined by the sun once more at the mouth to the cave, minus an appendage but looking none the worse for wear than when he had entered and issued his challenge.
Something held Alakaz back despite the threat of the metal fighter still being so close… somewhere in mind knowing the contest was over, some instinct to survive preventing him from pressing onward...knowing that it could well be his head instead of his opponents arm on the floor next time...His red eyes bore into the man's armour as if trying to pierce through to see within, staring at his back as he limped towards the entrance...the light in front of him now clear and crisp as the cave mouth opened up into the world again. He didn’t know why he was letting him leave, he should have pressed his advantage but they had tested each other, a single blow, a strike to gauge the strength of the other and it was over. They had learned more of each other in that moment that any conversation could have told them...for now it was enough...the metal man could leave, Alakaz had no desire for his death...the lack of blood from his dismemberment and absence of pain in the man's voice had quelled the Demons inner blood lust, something wasn’t right and he felt no satisfaction from the contest...but he was certain they would meet again...
[Thread Close]
Thread PL: 4,500
WC: 541
TWC: 3062
KP [1/3]
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Post by Pieter Wolfbane on Aug 17, 2016 0:11:00 GMT
Alakaz : 4464 PL gained. 4500 > 8964 Kishi: 1727 PL gained. 41,283 > 43,010
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