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| Tweet Topic Started: Jul 8 2009, 07:18 PM (110 Views) | |
| Balthazar | Jul 8 2009, 07:18 PM Post #1 |
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Day 1 of 2: 1,023 words It was raining again, it seemed as though no matter where I went, those azure drops of water struck me so cruelly. Perhaps this was some subtle form of retribution enacted against me by the powers at be in return for my slight misbehaviors as of late. It didn’t matter much though, I had sensed a large power level off in the mountains some time ago and if it was possible, I would seek whatever secrets this strange person was willing to part ways with. I decided to fly through the winding canyons that presented themselves before me; I was trying to save as much power as possible in case the person I was tracking down wasn’t of the friendly disposition. This power I sensed kept fluctuating, it was as if whoever it belonged to was focusing their power and then using it for something, but there weren’t any of the tell tale signs of a massive release of energy. No smoke, no massive trembling in the earth, not even a flash of light, I don’t know where all that power was going, but I was determined to find out. Worst of all, I hate being wet. Once I got within a mile or so of the mysterious individual I landed to reduce the chances of me being spotted. As I made my way through the rocky outcroppings of the long forgotten trail I began to notice more and more of these strange marks in the rocks. They appeared to be piercing marks, but the real question is what made them? They were fairly thin but remarkably deep, as if someone took a large spatula and shoved it in to the hilt. That was preposterous of course; everyone knows that giant spatulas are best used as slashing weapons. Alas, I was wasting time and this blasted rain wasn’t letting up anytime soon it appeared. “HAAAAAAAAAA!” the sound of metal on stone rang out through the air, followed by a high pitched whirring sound coupled with stone on stone. Taking cover at a bend in the rocks, I peeked out after the dust had settled. What I saw didn’t entirely make sense to me. There was an average sized man with blueish, purple hair standing there with a sword in hand, surrounded by tiny pebbles and dust. Breathing heavily, the man sheathed his blade, which was a truly marvelous piece of craftsmanship I must say, it nearly rivaled my blade, which was a personal gift from the king of demons himself. I watched, nearly in horror, as the man began gathering a ridiculous amount of energy. The ground shook, clouds drew together overhead and the man’s hair spiked upwards and turned a golden hue as a large boulder, nearly the size of a small building started hurtling towards the man. If memory serves me correctly, this was a near perfect match to a description of the legendary super saiyans that I had read about in the past. Their power was, as the namesake suggests, legendary and almost enough to distract me from the sight at hand. There was such a sweet sound, that serene clicking sound a well sheathed sword makes as it’s first drawn. I couldn’t follow him, try as hard as I might, I couldn’t follow his movements. Every time my eyes had almost caught up to him he was gone, I could barely make out the edge of his sword. That poor boulder, it never stood a chance. The man re-appeared in the same position he left from, slowly sliding his sword back over his shoulder and into its sheath. There was a moment of silence as the man’s hair returned to its original hue and the dust from his strikes began to settle. I waited patiently for the dust to settle so that I could see what the young man had done to the boulder in question, there was a profound shock as I realized that there was no longer any boulder. He had reduced the entire thing to dust, nothing but dust. “I hate being snuck up on, it was either that rock or you.” He turned slightly and shot me a glare, if I thought I had any hope of defeating him I would have drawn my blade but as it stood, I could do nothing but stand there slack jawed, staring at the man. “Come on, sit with me, you may as well tell me why you’ve come.” Taking a tiny item out of his capsule corporation jacket, he threw it to the ground and a sizable cooler appeared out the contraption. Seeing a chance to show my skills, I summoned my rapier and took it to work on some of the stone around us. Finishing my work, my blade found its way back to the nether realms and I kicked a newly formed stone chair over to my new host. Sliding my own to the cooler he opened it and started pulling out container after container of food, not to mention more than a few bottled drinks. After being tossed a drink and a container to start, we got down to talking business. “Well, let’s hear it.” The youth said. “I’m an archaeologist by trade, but obviously I’m not like your average human. When faced with the endlessness of immortality, seeking the treasures of the past is a big job. For my efforts I was given a modicum of respect as well as a gift of the finest craftsmanship.” Revealing to him my sword, he nodded in silent affirmation as he continued his assault on the cooler. “Over the years I’ve become fascinated with various weapons, perhaps due in part to my lineage, or maybe due to my work studying ancient wars in search of relics. Regardless of the reason I am a seeker of secrets and when I sensed a distant power rising and falling I came in search of its source. I never expected to be sitting here, stuck in the rain, eating lunch with a sword master. If you don’t mind some company, how about giving me a few pointers while I’m here?” |
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| Balthazar | Jul 9 2009, 02:44 PM Post #2 |
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day 2 of 2: 1,202 words “Fine, but we’ll be needing a few things first, let me see what I’ve got.” With that, the man pulled out another of those strange capsules and upon its contact with the ground, it sprang into being as a large storage cabinet. Pulling out several weights, some strips of cloth, a shinai (for those that are uninitiated, a shinai is a bamboo sword typically used in kendo) and what appeared to be a replica of the sword he carried on his back he spoke, “This will just have to do, though we’ll need more supplies if we’re to stay here for awhile. Tell you what; since I’m doing you a favor, you do one for me. Head back to town and pick up enough supplies for the next 2 or 3 days or so, this way we won’t have to keep stopping, I can’t stand interruptions. By the way, I’m Trunks, what’s your name?” Proudly but without much volume, I smiled and responded “Balthazar”. “Well Balthazar, I’d prefer it if people didn’t know I was out here, it took me awhile to find a nice secluded spot where I could train so don’t tell anyone what you’re up to alright, consider it the price of my tutelage.” With an affirmative nod I placed my index finger at the top of my nose, just between the eyes and giving a grin, transported myself back to town. I caught a glimpse of a smirk from this Trunks person as I disappeared; something tells me he had seen this particular trick before. With the rain getting worse as the hours passed, most of the outdoor stands weren’t even open, forcing me to head indoors to seek what I need. It’s not always bad, but considering how tall I am, also that I have red skin and very sharp features, I usually get more than a few stares. Even in the afterlife people are still worried about the unknown, you’d think they would stop caring about such trivial concerns. I started chatting up a young brunette that was working in one of the aisles, she was a bit off put at first, but over the years one learns that charm can get you places that even fear can’t. She informed me that those capsules I saw were in fact a form of storage and that just about anything can be placed inside, if the right capsule is used of course. I told her that some friends and I would be camping for several days and we would need a few coolers worth of food and beverage storage. Being the doll that she was, she offered to pack up my order into these marvelous little contraptions after I was done shopping. Human women never cease to impress me. After gathering almost two full cartloads of food and using a bit of demon magic to transfer some zenni from the register to my pocket, I paid for my order and watched the lovely little thing pack everything into container after container and with a simple button press, locked them inside a few capsules. She even packed the capsules away in a small container reminiscent of an old cigarette holder. Kissing her hand as she handed me the capsules, she couldn’t help but blush. Nearing the exit I thought about taking an umbrella with me, but then again what good would it do me, my hands were going to be full enough without trying to hold one of those over my head. Resigning myself the moist feeling I was going to have to endure I opened my case to make sure I had received all of my supplies and to my delight there was a tiny note written on the inside cover, it said Jessica, followed by a little heart and a phone number (no you don’t get to know it, I’m selfish with women). I’d have to come back and have more fun with this one. Arriving back at the mountainous outcropping that Trunks had designated his training area, I found most of the earlier debris to be cleared and a fairly level surface abounded. “Put these on and we can begin.” Motioning to the pile of weights I decided it was best to remove anything that might get in the way. Tossing him the case of capsules, I removed my clothing, I kept only pants and those weights on and the feeling of all that rain was getting more and more annoying as I disrobed. It felt like I was holding a mountain on each limb, the wrist and ankle weights barely allowed me to move my limbs, let alone effectively swing this sword he handed me. I think he took some sick pleasure from this as every single time I stepped out of form, be it my legs or a sloppy swing from my arms, that damn shinai found its way to striking my bare skin. The first few blows almost caused me to turn on my would be teacher, then I remembered what happened to that boulder and gritted my fangs through the pain. As night fell we stopped to eat and rest, fearing this rain would drive me insane I blasted a sizable hole in the nearest wall and took shelter in the makeshift cave. I slept like a baby until I was struck in the face by a sword; luckily it was still in its sheath. “Wake up, nap time is over, time to start your real training.” I hadn’t a clue what he meant by “Real training”. Thankfully the rain had subsided and as I stood there, Trunks placed a strip of cloth over my eyes. “A weapon should be an extension of yourself, let’s see how much you’ve learned.” I wasn’t sure what was happening until I was struck in the gut by that shinai. I couldn’t take this guy if HE was blindfolded, this was insane. Again the bamboo struck me, once in the leg and it would have been twice if my body hadn’t reacted and parried the second blow. It was less about my mind and more about instinct. After several minutes and a few more welts I was able to guard or parry almost consistently. It wasn’t until a sly blow struck my temple that I lost control, unable to hold my inner rage back; I lashed out with flame and steel. The smell of burning wood meant my flames had hit home and destroyed that damn twig, though my sword stroke was stopped a third of the way down and I was unable to move it further. I took off the blindfold to be astonished at the sight of Trunks holding the blade immobile with his bare left hand. “Good, you’ve finally stopped holding back, being a swordsman is all about instinct and you need to trust yours.” Tossing the charred handle of the shinai aside and grabbing his case of supplies he took to the air. “That’s enough for now, maybe we’ll see each other again though and you can keep that, it should make for a nice graduation present.” Looking at the sword I made up my mind, it was worth getting wet over. |
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| Kuhn Kyojaku | Jul 9 2009, 02:55 PM Post #3 |
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Vegeta's Destroyer.
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Balthazar. | 20,000 EXP // 100 Zenni. | | Two nifty skills. | |
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| Balthazar | Jul 9 2009, 03:20 PM Post #4 |
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you mean one nifty skill and a shiny new sword :-) |
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