Welcome to Gaia! ::

Plenty of rooms with dummies and equipment. There's just about anything you need here... Walk through the wooden gates and raid the equipment room. The storage's armory contains only practice weapons. They are all blunt, but the correct weight and all. Most weaponry students like to just use their own weapons. Every room has A.I. digital simulation systems installed. There are hundreds of simulations installed, and you can command them by voice activation and mere thought. It's handy, isn't it?

Kira had entered the training facility in his usual grey tuxedo. "Rivera... Where are you?" He wondered aloud as he followed the tugging of Koishi, who was now acting as if it had a mind of it's own. Which it did, but as if it could control itself. He could feel a heavy and powerful aura as he ran through the training hall. He finally stopped at a massive vault like door. "Rivera's in here..." He said quietly, able to sense her aura. He had no idea whether or not he should enter though.

There was someone standing in all the rubble she had created. Rivera blinked, her eyes immediately drawn to the strange looking sword on his back. It was calling with a keening whine, like the cry of a baby dragon. Kairyu resonated to it with a richer call, like a deep sea serpentine. They made no physical sound save for the miniscule vibrations, all this she heard in her mind... yet she still put her hands over her ears backing up against the wall and pressing tightly against the solid area. The calls where growing louder, and the vibrating sword on her back shook even more. Rivera's eyes narrowed, turning to a soft violet tinted with yellow-green highlights. She instinctively set up a barrier without thinking of it... all she could remember was the feeling of fear and the snatches of images attached to this fear. Looking up, she looked at this man with a trembling gaze, wary and disturbed... but on top of all that, deathly afraid.

He looked like someone she knows. But she doesn't remember anywhere she had gone with friendly people... except for maybe one or two occurances... If she could vaguely remember him, he was probably one of those people that enjoyed tormenting her...Maybe... but he didn't have that air of imposition on him. He didn't feel like a threat. The sword on his back reminded her strongly of feathers. But it also reminded her of herself... she could see her aura reflected in it, mingled with an aura similar to the man's. This might be just a false face of affability. She doesn't know...

The keening slowly wore down as the two swords ceased conversation. Rivera's barrier faded and she straightened, taking her hand away from her ears. Wetness on her palms alerted her, and she found blood on her left hand. Touching a hand to her face, she found that her nails had dug into her cheek when she covered her ears. Red streaks ran down the side of her face, but it was quite easy to ignore. The pain hadn't reached her brain yet. Or rather, it wasn't strong enough and would probably never reach her brain. Looking back up at the man, she drew closer, cautiously, for all the world looking like a wild animal approaching a strange human.

In a voice that was like the cold whisper of frost, she spoke slowly and clearly. "Have I... seen you before?" She inquired softly, her eyes still in a defensive shade of violet highlighted green. Her right eye was slit, like a dragon's eye, glimmering as it analyzed every aspect of the man's powers. The closer the girl stepped towards the man, the more she seemed to tremor. Something was rising up within the back of her mind, but she couldn't understand its meaning. The pressure only increased as she drew nearer. Finally, she stopped about two or three yards away from him, unable to go any further on limbs that shook. Part of the reason was because she was feeling a certain paranoia towards all strangers. The other part was frankly because she had just unleashed an uncontrolled, Desictrotoric incantation without bothering to put a distance restriction on it.

Zasz walks regaly into the training hall, his eyes bent on one thing alone, making his mind stronger, making his blade a totally efficient weapon, its massive weight is slightly to much for him to manage, so he must train and meditate, make the blade one with himself, moving like liquid darkness he unsheaths his massive dai katana, the blade is truly a magnificent piece of equipment, the five foot long blade made of a pure black obsidion stone, expertly carved and inlay with bright red ruby..the hilt made of the purest of ebony with an emerald inlay...he begins performing basic slashes and jabs, doing basic spins and flips of the blade over his wrist, moving the blade from left to right hand effortlessly...his eyes close, his breathing stops, his style begins moving faster and faster, untill his motions are almost a blur, in his mind only one thing is on his mind, making his blade an extension of his arm, an extension of his body, a part of his soul...

His eyes open wide as he reaches the point of combative nirvana, his weapon is a piece of him, a part of him, he feels as if it is not even there, as if it is just another arm to him...he keeps slashing and jabbing and now moving about, doing spins and rolls with the blade, his eyes glowing such a bright yellow its almost as if the sun were part of his soul...he throws his arms out as his trenchcoat flows from his arms and onto the ground...he continues on, his eyes close once more and his breathing haltens to nothing...he doesnt need to breath in his present state, he jumps high into the air, his black feathered wings bursting from his back in a spray of blade, giving him even more balance and power with each stroke of the blade on his imaginary opponents, his deep meditative state totally overtaking him, he is one with himself, mind and body perfectly in sync.....

Shepard entered the training hall. In his mind he was having a conversation with the spirt inside him, Jax. " This place looks nice but Gordon is to friendly. We can't risk making friends here" he said to Jax in his head.

" Yes, but friends can be useful in battle. Mentally and Physically, What about when you where going out of Kisa?" asked JAx. Shepard growled. He felt a little pain from that. It had been really hard to leave Kisa. He reminded himself day after day it was for her safety. Stull though it tore him up inside.

Shepard felt he was being watched looked over to a girl who seemed to be watching everyone. He just didn't bother to go up to her. LIke he said before he could be alone. He looked at some of the training rooms. He was surpised by how advanced this was. Of course his father could create these but on this world it was surpising to see such advance techology. " Maybe I'll check these out..." he said to himself.

Jax had no answer. He had gone into his spirt form. He was checking out all the students unaware that maybe a student in this room could see a ghost like him.

Shepard looked at the girl. He was about to say something when she said watch it but was shut up when she said sorry. He really didn't know what to say. He could slightly see she was looking him over. He smiled. " Whatever. Don't worry about it" he said his smile quickly fading as he folded his arm's. He started to walk past her slowly to go check out more of the rooms.

Jax looked at her curiously. He was almost sure she could see him. He wasen't sure though so he kept looking around. He saw two other people and the rubble what looked like it was once a room. He remebered the girl though. She was from that Crismon Decade thing or something. He remebered from Shepard was watching her at the lake. " Well...maybe we didn't miss three years after all..."