Japan : : Kyoto : : Mount Kurama : : Temple of Deviation

[MiTaurus]

Gates || Pathway || Grounds

 

[Mordred Killian]

Fighter || Aria || Exorcist || Exwire


Victor had been carried off by what seemed a large bird but it was not alone in it's flight. A flock of these demons moved up and out of the valley. They flew to higher elevations, once into a fog that had settled around the peak of the mountain. Mount Kurama sat silence in it's divinity except for the beating of the wings of the demons. Victor grimaced in pain as he was cradled withing to large talons. He was oblivious to the outside world and to the flight he was taking part in. Before long, breaking through the fog, the demons had reached the peak of the mountain where a temple sat. It was lit by fire, illuminating it's ancient Japanese architecture. The demons landed in it's main court where Victor was set down. The fire light lit up the demon's faces and bodies. They had long beaks that accented thir avian nature. Many of them wore strange clothing like that of old japanese traditional religious clothing. They looked over Victor and talked amongst themselves. “What do we do with him, now?” We should have left him to die. He has nothing to do with us.” They said. It appeared that the one who had carried him was a rank above the others and ordered them to silence. “Quiet! We will let him decide.” Said the larger and darker of the group. He then took up Victor by the back of his shirt and carried him like a grocery bag up a set of steps that led up to the main temple building. It was lit faintly by candle light seen through paper panels. The group stopped before entering and the group leader bowed before calling out before him. “Shishou.” He began. “We have found an outsider on our mountain. He is not a pilgrim and looks to be a foreigner as well.” The demon said before pausing. There was a moment of silence but the demon seemed to listen to something before continuing, as if speaking over the phone. “No, master, he is not a traveler. We did not find any provisions with him but we did find something strange.” The demon said before putting forth Victor and setting his body on the wooden floor before the panels. Victor looked to be in pain and restlessness as he gently swayed left to right on the floor. “This man has suffered an injury from the Kin of Anyaka.” After a few moments, the paper panel opened and the silhouette of a bearded man could be seen sitting far in the center of the building. “Bring him.” A voice sounded from the distance which was surely the man's. The demon bowed once again before taking Victor and lifting him into his arms. The demon's wings folded to his back as it walked in through the doorway. A few paces later, he stopped and set down the body. The man who was sitting in candlelight looked ancient. He had white hair and a beard that stretched far around him. He wore a red kurosode alike a shinto priest complete with a small black hat yet he gave off a different air. His face was solemn and calm as if he could take years to make a decision and have the time to wait. His nose was unnaturally long and held a feathered fan in his left hand where he sat. The old man looked Victor over carefully. Then, with a twitch of his fan, the bandages around his arms had unrolled and fallen to the floor. The old man didn't flinch at the sight of Victor's darkening flesh. The wound had begun to fester and infect with the demon's Qi. He knew that the boy must have been involved with demons to receive such a wound and survive, perhaps even fought ferociously before fleeing. After a few moments of looking over Victor, the man looked up to the demon that sat bowed in front of him and spoke. “Take him as our guest. Perform healing on this man and see if he does come back from his slumber.” With that, the old man waved his right hand, dismissing them from his presence. The demon bowed before taking up Victor in his arms and leaving the building to return to the others that waited outside. By their looks, they looked to be warriors of the sword, each carrying a brand of sword, some looking exotic. “Take him to the healers. Sojobo has spoken.” The beaked demon said before handing him off to one of his band. The rest took flight once again and headed down the mountain into the forest.

Victor was taken into a room where incense burned heavily and a small shrine sat behind a pool of blue water. It was a medium sized room where several men sat and prayed at the shrine. A closer look would reveal that these men weren't like ordinary men. They wore the same type of clothing as Sojobo and looked like monks rather than demons. Once they entered, one of these monks turned to face them and his face bore a longer nose than any man. Their eyes were different as well, almost avian. He received the winged demon and Victor and looked over the wounds. “Master has asked that he be healed.” The demon said. The hair less demon nodded and looked over Victor's bloody arms. He then motioned for Victor to be carried forward towards the shrine. The other demons looked up from their kneeling positions and saw as Victor was placed in the pool and was allowed to float. The winged demon then bowed to the wingless one and was dismissed. Two of the kneeling 'monks' stood from their places and went to Victor's side. The grimace on his face spoke of the pain he was feeling and his injury showed negative progress. They looked on with a look of curiosity and intrigue .The one who had received him looked to the other two and spoke. “The talons used to rip into this man we know well enough. If we don't act swiftly, he will lose his soul.” The demon said to the other two who then nodded and placed their hands together. A glowing light began to emanate from their palms before they parted them and placed them on his forearms. Victor yelled and his eyes opened slightly but was still unconscious. There was a sizzling sound that came from their contact and Victor's writhing indicated a rise in pain before he went limp again.
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Post Word Count:1096
Total Word Count: 5944
Mobility: 450/450
Qi Level: 1,000/18,950

Parameters:
Physical Strength: o300
Defense: o198
Mobility: o450
Qi: o18,950
Intelligence: o65
Weapon Arts: o15
Martial Arts: o232
Accuracy: o52
Fatal Verses: o60
Demonic Control: o12

OOC:

 

[Mordred Killian]

Fighter || Aria || Exorcist || Exwire


It had been a couple of days before Victor had awoken from his coma. The 'monks' that had healed him had housed him and monitored him as to see if his injuries had indeed taken well to the healing. Once Victor had come to, he had questioned what had happened and who had taken care of him. When he found out that the 'monks' of the temple were actually demons, he proceeded to try and extinguish them all only to be overwhelmed by a great number of them. Seeing them up close, Victor recognized their kind and wasn't surprised at the guise they carried in order to occupy the temple. Tengu, they were called. Organized yet secluded devoted their time in studies while their lesser ranks reveled in mischief.
He had been taken back to the room where he had recovered and had been held there for most of his time, a prisoner of the demons. One night, one fallen asleep, Victor encountered a vivid dream in which he stood atop a mountain alike Kurama but high enough to see the world beneath him. Every night, Victor would have the same dream yet the second time, he met with an old man there at the mountain's peak. This old man would present him with questions and trials. Victor knew that he was being tested but he always cooperated being in a state of bliss. The old man asked him everything from origin to goals. Victor would tell him what he could remember and sometimes it would be too much to explain. The old man saw this and left him alone. After a few nights of these dreams, they stopped all together and Victor rested at peace. The confines of his room where the little things that kept him occupied. There were a few personal belongings that indicated that he hadn't been the first human to be imprisoned there. A guitar, a wooden sword used for training, a pair of worn straw sandals. Victor would demand to know why he was kept there but there was never any answer. He would sometimes take up the guitar and play it to bring solace to his situation. One night, after a week of being left in the dark, someone had began to speak to him. No matter how much Victor searched around him, he could not find who was speaking to him or from where. He had been summoned by this voice to the outside and drawn into the forest. The temple seemed to be deserted as he moved but he could sense the Tngu watching hhim from the shadows. Even as he headed deeper into the forest, the trees were alive with the Qi of the demons who looked on. At the end of the steps that led up to the temple Victor was then guided down a footpath into bamboo and eventually to a clearing. The voice let him know that he was free to go and that if he tried to find his way back, that the Tengu would descend upon him once more. Victor had thought about what he had encountered at his stay and had made up his mind that he wanted something from the Tengu. He knew that training by himself would never yield the strength he needed to realize his goals. Knowing this, Victor had pleaded with the voice to remain in the presence of the Tengu and to be trained in their tactics and techniques. In the midst of silence, Victor didn't move. He had made up his mind and would not back down now. After not receiving an answer, Victor began to head back to the temple to find who had sent him away. With that action, the Tengu began to attack and Victor began a long fight up the steps to the temple. Surprised in Victor's new determination, the Tengu were called off and Victor was allowed to enter the temple in order to see the one who had spared his life. Guided by the Tengu into the temple, Victor found the one who led them and saw that it had been the old man in his dreams. “I know your kind and there is nothing you can offer us.” the old man said. “I know there is nothing I can give but I need your help. My enemy s stronger than any I have ever seen. He is a wolf wearing sheep's clothing and if he isn't stopped, the things I stand for will be corrupted and spoiled.” Victor told the old man. When there was no response, Victor got to his knees and placed his forehead on the well kept wooden floor. “I beg you! Lend me your strength! Teach me your ways so that I can defeat my enemy!” Victor pleaded. The old man had then stood to his feet and in the next moment, his feet appeared just before Victor's bowed head. “This enemy is of the same cloth as you, yet he fights for his own gain?” The man spoke more intensely now. His voice was alike Qi that attempted to push Victor back. “Yes. He likes to stand above others and show his strength. His behavior is alike the most arrogant emperors and treats others as if they belonged under his feet. All this without a proper title or authority except for that taken by his own control of demons.” The old man looked pensive as he looked over Victor who anxiously waited for approval. He knew that the injury to Victor's arms had been caused by a Pazuzu who was likely under the command of the enemy Victor spoke about. “I am Sojobo but you will call me Sensei. From now on, you will regret asking for our strength and you will ask of me to cease and I will allow that but once. I will allow such a show in weakness no more than that instance, the second time, I will preserve our techniques the only way I can, by taking your life in return.” Sojobo said and Victor trembled under the Qi that had begun to leak from the demon. After then, Victor had begun a multifaceted training regimen that would touch upon all aspects of a warrior.

Post Word Count:1044
Total Word Count: 1044
Mobility: 450/450
Qi Level: 24,894/24,894

Parameters:
Physical Strength: o300
Defense: o200
Mobility: o450
Qi: o24,894
Intelligence: o65
Weapon Arts: o15
Martial Arts: o232
Accuracy: o52
Fatal Verses: o60
Demonic Control: o12

OOC:

 

[Mordred Killian]

Fighter || Aria || Exorcist || Exwire


Rain came down on the Temple, running down it's roof and falling over the sides of the buildings. Atop the highest roof stood a figure. It was Victor, standing at the apex of the roof like a rooster. He stood on one leg but unmoving. His eyes were closed and his hands were interlocked at his chest. Sojobo had given him the task of keeping rain from touching the particular roof he was standing on. A thin barrier of Qi had been placed over the rectangular perimeter of the building but only above. The task forced him to keep balance and hold the barrier at the same time. It tested his physical endurance and his patience, both which needed work according to his teacher. As time went on, Victor began to wiggle a bit from standing there. It was then that small orbs of Qi began to appear around Victor, surrounding him. Can you sense them? They will attempt to throw you from your place. Avoid them without your eyes or hands. Victor heard being whispered into his ear. He could feel the Qi begin to surround him before they commenced darting at him from their random directions. Victor leaned and ducked, trying to keep safe without losing his balance. The barrier and the rain looked to distract him on two levels. The orbs were easy to avoid at first but with every passing, they began to speed up and soon the swarmed around Victor. He kept up the tempo, seeking to control all the muscles of his body to produce the motion desired but when one orb finally aimed for his supporting leg, Victor was swept off his perch, causing him to fall ten feet onto the ceramic roof tiles. The barrier dropped and all the rain that had accumulated fell and washed down with Victor, ejecting him off the side of the building and onto the pavement. A look of pure frustration covered Victor's face as he slowly picked himself off the floor. His clothes were soaked but they seemed warm with the anger that came from the inside. There. That is weakness. You can feel it course through your heart like a storm but to a demon, it is the call to a new vessel. Do it again. The voice came back. No matter how Victor felt, he knew that he was right. If he didn't get a hold of his emotions, his fighting would suffer and might even be left open for possession. Victor looked up at the roof, squinting his eyes at the rain coming down and jumped up to grab hold of the edge of the room. He climbed up and headed back up to the place he had been before. Once he found his balance and taken a stance, the barrier went back up. After a few minutes, the orbs began to appear once more and Victor prepared himself. The process began once more and after holding out for just a bit longer, the same trick threw Victor off landing him on the roof. He pounded the roof with his fist and picked himself up, walking back to the top. Under a small gazebo-like roof, sat Sojobo. There was a tea set in front of him which he carefully used as if performing a ritual. The building was a good ways away but Victor had no doubt that the demon missed nothing. After two or three times of the same result, Victor paused for a bit before returning to the peak. Sojobo noticed this and glanced at him while he poured another cup. He knew that Victor was contemplating the training's relevance but had been exact in his instructions about quitting. Finally, Victor made his way back to the spire and assumed his pose. This time, Victor took deep breaths, seeking to focus less on the rain and more on the orbs of energy that swarmed around him. The orbs spun around him, shooting back and forth like before. Suddenly, as an orb headed for Victor's leg, he crouched slightly and spun. He kicked the orb and it dissipated. Victor held out his leg while keeping his hands together and centered. The orbs seemed to realize Victor's attack and began to ferociously pelt him. Victor spun atop the spire like a top, swatting away the orbs as they came. When two or three came at him at once, Victor would dodge them until he found the opportunity to pick them off individually. Sojobo sipped from his hot tea as he watched. After the last orb had been deleted, a moment passed before two dozen more appeared. Victor remained composed as they all speed at him at once. Just as they were about to strike him, they were deflected by a light orange barrier in the form of a sphere around Victor. It appeared like a bubble underneath the other flat barrier above. Sojobo saw this and took another sip. Suddenly, the orbs returned and instead of being deflected they stuck to the sphere and pressed inwards. The pressure increased and continued to increase. Victor could feel this and continued to pour his Qi into the barrier and keeping his focus. Before long, the barrier began to crack. Victor's exertion was not apparent, mistaking sweat fro rain but to someone with discerning eyes, Victor was nearing his limit. In an instant, the barrier shattered into pieces and the orbs struck Victor. Instead of sending him down once more, they held him in place like prayer beads held a demon in place. Victor struggled to breath until the orbs disappeared. With their disappearance, the barrier above began to look faint until Victor regained his breath and regain composure, taking on a look of serenity. He was to remain there until the rain stopped and Victor didn't know how he was to survive another onslaught like that without passing out. Strangely, only one orb appeared this time. It circled him but didn't strike. Follow it and wherever it takes you, you must remain until called upon. Sojobo said and Victor opened his eyes. The orb was a faint yellow light, almost invisible to the naked eye but Victor could feel it in front of him and sensed it move away. Before Victor had time to gather himself, he was already bounding out onto the rooftop and following the orb into the forest. It was quick and Victor could barely keep up even as fast as he moved was faster than most men. Into the country side they went, descending down the mountain and getting lost in the trees.
[Exit]

Post Word Count:1102
Total Word Count: 2146
Mobility: 450/450
Qi Level: 24,894/24,894

Parameters:
Physical Strength: o300
Defense: o200
Mobility: o450
Qi: o24,894
Intelligence: o65
Weapon Arts: o15
Martial Arts: o232
Accuracy: o52
Fatal Verses: o60
Demonic Control: o12

OOC:

 

[Mordred Killian]

Fighter || Aria || Exorcist || Exwire


Victor had found his way to the vast staircase that ran up a steep run on the mountain. Climbing up the hundred or so steps was menial to him but made things seem like they were barely moving. Before long, the lantern lights within the buildings caught his eye and the gate to the Temple came into sight. Relieved to have arrived, Victor quickened his pace. After an hour or so of traveling up the mountain, he had doubted if he was going in the right direction. There was movement behind the paper panels of the Temple buildings and shadows moved lazily from place to place. Victor headed towards a small room of sorts, kept separated from the main group of buildings. It was used mostly to house the worker that kept the grounds clean and in good condition. Sliding open the door, he stepped inside. He was bringing water in all over the floors but when he finally let down his barrier that was keeping the rain off him, the accumulated water before the barrier had been made, fell. There were puddles wherever he stepped but he quickly walked over to the side of the house that had the fire pit and began to start a fire. When it took longer than he liked, Victor walked over to the bed which was more like a cot and grabbed the linen that he used to keep warm and wrapped it over himself. The shivering had lessened with the added cover but he returned to the pit in hopes of finding real warmth. No clothing except for a soaked pair of underwear, Victor hit the flint a few times, throwing sparks over the tinder already sitting in the pit under an empty pot used for cooking. After the tinder took flame, Victor began to gently blow into it in order to get the fire going. With the flames beginning to spread over the dried grass and dried wood, Victor sat back against the rise to the cot and enjoyed the warmth of the fire. He removed his underwear from under him and placed it by the fire before wrapping himself more completely in order to get warmer. Closing his eyes, he could feel himself drifting into sleep when suddenly a cold feeling came from within him and a churning sensation brought him back. He was hungry and preparing a meal would be a bit of a chore even though he knew that he wasn't going to be going to sleep with a ravenous appetite. Sighing, he stood from the floor and walked over to a bin of sorts, where the Temple 'monks' had left him some sort of crop or grain. If he wanted meat, he would have to go out and hunt it down himself, not something he was going to do after just getting back. He looked through the leafy vegetables and found that the small sack that was usually filled with rice was once again filled. It was enough for once day, he figured, but it seemed as if he was going to need it all that night. Taking the sack, a few vegetables and a gourd of water, he moved back to the pot over the fire and threw the vegetables and water in. Placing the rice in a separate, smaller pot, Victor looked to cook it inside the larger pot. After tending the pot for a while, Victor's attention wandered to the outside where the rain was still coming down hard. The storm didn't see to be letting up just yet and that made him even more drowsy. He wondered what Sojobo had meant when he said that he would be learning how to walk. It was a harrowing notion to think that the demon had a sense of humor so he might have been quite literal after all. With the food fully cooked, Victor put the rice in first then the vegetables over it into a bowl. There were no seasonings, surely a negligence performed by the demons of the temple. It was filling nonetheless and its absence of flavor whetted Victor's appetite well enough. He sat on his cot, throwing his legs out in front of him as he looked out a wooden blind that was opened just enough to peek to the outside world. The sun's light made everything orange tinted and for it moment, he had forgotten where he was and what was happening to him. With a sigh, he looked down into his bowl and saw that he had a bit of rice left and set the bowl beside him. The room had become warm with the fire and after adding more wood, it grew in temperature even more. He doffed the covers he was in and went to a small box that held a few outfits. They were old shirts and pants left there for someone to where had they ever need them. Victor simply put on his own shirt and pants back on. They were dry and clean enough even after the blood that had stained them weeks ago. After getting dressed, he sat back on the bedding and looked over to a guitar that was resting against the wall next to him. He had noticed it before and even strummed a note or two but his heart was too heavy to play anything worth hearing then. Taking it up, Victor sat back in the cot and cradled the guitar. It was old and dusty but the strings were still strong and it sounded just as good as a new one. He strummed the strings with melancholy but soon found a rhythm. The thunder outside brought back a song that he had learned long ago but at remembering it, Victor found himself in a low place again and didn't know if he wanted to stay.

[Enter]

Post Word Count:976
Total Word Count: 3057
Mobility: 450/450
Qi Level: 24,894/24,894

Parameters:
Physical Strength: o300
Defense: o200
Mobility: o450
Qi: o24,894
Intelligence: o65
Weapon Arts: o15
Martial Arts: o232
Accuracy: o52
Fatal Verses: o60
Demonic Control: o12

OOC:

 

[Mordred Killian]

Fighter || Aria || Exorcist || Exwire


Victor looked down at the guitar as he began to play. The strings reverberated over the wooden frame and caused the notes to be cast out into the room. He didn't looked rushed or frustrated, instead, a sad expression was over him. Victor's fingers glided over the strings as he strummed but he didn't look at the neck to see the notes that he was playing as if he was listening to his own song. “On a night so beautiful, he came down from his horse to look up at the stars, to remember his mother. In the night so beautiful that traveled the gunman, the horse returned alone to the village.” Victor sang almost hushed but then his strumming picked up a bit and became louder along with his voice. “Scorpion, of the desert, without knowing you killed a good man. With your tail full of venom, fell a man dressed in black. Without knowing you killed the gunman.” Victor sang before his fingers began to flutter at the neck, adding a new tone to the song. “They looked and looked for him, in the valleys of the desert. They found him among the rocks with his eyes open. In his hand the gun in the other the scorpion. The gunman, you all will no longer defend. Scorpion, of the desert. Without knowing you killed a good man. With your tail full of venom, fell a man dressed in black. Without knowing you killed the gunman.” Victor then went off with the guitar, the solo of the song. Then, as he strummed rapidly, he returned to the chorus once again. “Scorpion of the desert, without knowing you killed a good man. With your tail full of venom, fell a man dressed in black. Without knowing you killed the gunman!” He sang before his fingers became a flurry over the guitar, his face more aggressive as the guitar sounded louder and louder. “The gunman!” He sang as he strummed viciously before returning to the first set of notes he played at the beginning. They sounded solemn as the room became quiet once again. Victor then laid back and held the guitar in his hands as he stared at the ceiling.

After a moment, he set the guitar on the wall beside him and stood from the cot. He opened the paper panel and saw that the thunderstorm still churned outside. It wasn't very late in the day but the darkness that was created by the clouds made Victor drowsy. Many things were going through his head. He had considered traveling to the Vatican to make his case but getting there might prove more troublesome than anything. Victor had enough money but if he had been branded as 'wanted' by his government, he wouldn't be taking any planes off the island. There were ways around it all but he could be looking over his shoulder the entire way and surely in the city of Rome, the headquarters of the Order. He looked up at the sky which was riddled with strands of light that were followed by their strong calls. If I'm ever going to get out of here, I need to get stronger. I need to prepare myself for whatever might come at me. Victor thought as he remembered the fiend that melted everything around him with sweltering heat. It was just one of a few familiars that he had faced and Victor remembered how all of his techniques were not so effective against it. I know they talk about teamwork, but if one man can hold his own against many, why can't I? A look of frustration came over him before he sat down at the entrance and crossed his legs, not far from the end of the floor. He took a deep breath and looked out to the other buildings which were internally lit by candle or lantern light. It reminded him of Alexandria's dormitory and the time he had been there to take a shower. The scent of her shampoo was still fresh in his memory as was the softness of her skin. A pang of strife came in the form of memory as Victor recalled the scenes of a bloody restaurant. His gaze fell to the wet stone pavement that lined the paths between the buildings. The rain splashed around the area, filling some dips and becoming puddles. He missed his only friend even though he wished he didn't. Victor had felt everything for that girl and now it seemed that he was frustrated that he still did even after everything had happened. Victor had given himself away from that life only to be turned back. His frustrated expression became one of determination as he looked up at the main building where Sojobo stayed. That's right. I wasn't given this second chance to waste it. I'll go on and do what I have to do. If I find her again, things will be different. They have to be. Victor thought to himself. He stood from where he was sitting and put on a pair of sandals that were provided. Walking out to the small roof that covered the perimeter of the building, Victor could feel his muscles sore and aching from his exertion earlier. He closed the paper door behind him and looked out to the turbulent sky. He rubbed his ring finger with his thumb where a lighter portion of skin was indicating that there had once been a ring there. Closing his eyes, he began to sense the QI signatures out there but it seemed that the lightning held it's own energy as well. Victor knew that not to far away, were the people he had spent most of his time with. For someone with a background like his, they would might as well have been his family. As annoying and aggravating they might have been, Victor couldn't help but miss the simple and lighthearted times they had in their classes. He regretted the way things had turned out and he was sure that there would be a time when he would see them again.

Post Word Count: 1021
Total Word Count: 4078
Mobility: 450/450
Qi Level: 24,894/24,894

Parameters:
Physical Strength: o300
Defense: o200
Mobility: o450
Qi: o24,894
Intelligence: o65
Weapon Arts: o15
Martial Arts: o232
Accuracy: o52
Fatal Verses: o60
Demonic Control: o12

OOC:

 

[Mordred Killian]

Fighter || Aria || Exorcist || Exwire


After half an hour or so, Victor returned to the inside of the room and removed his sandals. He went and sat down at what looked like a surface used for writing. There were old writing materials like ink wells and pens. There was a sheet of paper rolled up like a scroll at the back of the desk and Victor eyed it in his way to the cot. He sat down and sighed, trying to relax but the rain was keeping him anxious. He knew he was tired but he was too awake to fall into sleep. Sitting there, his leg began to shake and before long, he was standing once again. As he began to pace around the room and examine some of it's objects, he looked back to the desk and thought to himself: I can write out a letter... He then shook his head and looked back to the kitchen. If he was to write something, he wouldn't be able to get it sent anyway. Who would I write to? He thought as he paced. Suddenly, he looked annoyed and sighed. He picked up the wooden sword that had been set in a corner. Swinging it a few times, he tried to get his mind off the trail it had been on. Who's could this have been? Victor wondered if there had been others like him in search of the Tengu. The monks that used to make pilgrimages to the temple had stopped coming altogether with the religion of Buddhism in a state of endangerment. Tourists now made up the visitors that visited even though Victor knew that the mountain was an important place to the Japanese people and even the Exorcists. That made him wonder if he could be discovered there even though he hadn’t seen anyone come up the nearly infinite steps at the entrance of the temple. Something seemed to tug at Victor from within, making him uncomfortable. Realizing that the city was not far from there, it wouldn't take much to get there even by foot for someone like him. I want to know what's going on over there. He knew that he couldn't call anyone there to ask because they most likely had been told he had disappeared or worse. He would most likely run into trouble with all the cameras that watch the passing bystanders on the city sidewalks. I can at least find what happened to my bike. Victor thought before quickly putting on his shoes. Stepping back outside, he looked around to see if anyone was there to see him although he was sure that Sojobo would know if he left. Taking his chances, Victor closed the door and focused for a minute. A clear barrier surrounded him in a sphere that guarded him from wind and rain as he walked out into the storm. The storm will be a good cover. He thought as he moved towards the steps at the front of the temple entrance. As he reached the first step at the top, he looked up at the trees and crouched as if about to jump. Suddenly, Victor seemed to almost vanish as he took off like a rocket into the trees. He sailed through the air, wobbling slightly left to right as he came upon a tree branch that was horizontal enough to step on. Victor would continue this act until he would break to the top of the trees and have a good view of the mountain and what side he was on. He had an idea of where the highway was and was heading in that direction as the lightning and rain swirled around him. Victor couldn't feel the wind that pushed against him but could feel his movement meet resistance as he reached heights above the trees. The mountain was large but taking more to the air than by ground would bring Victor to his destination in little time.

[Exit]
Post Word Count: 659
Total Word Count: 4737
Mobility: 450/450
Qi Level: 24,894/24,894

Parameters:
Physical Strength: o300
Defense: o200
Mobility: o450
Qi: o24,894
Intelligence: o65
Weapon Arts: o15
Martial Arts: o232
Accuracy: o52
Fatal Verses: o60
Demonic Control: o12

OOC: