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 Posted: Fri Sep 16, 2011 1:40 pm
Vincents next attack was the hammer fist and he's waste no time as he jumped straight into the training and began to swing his fist down trying to increase the efficiency of the attack.[1/3]
A few more session made the attack even stronger. He'd attack a small wooden block breaking it every few seconds, and it would respond once broken. The training was simple but was perfect for the skill he was trying to learn.[2/3]
After a dozens or so more tries the attack was at it's peak and he'd easily be able to use it in battle. He was able to quickly launch his fist down wards and felt he could even use it as a counter attack. He continued to think of ways he could use it but in the mean time read the book again for the third skill.[3/3]
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Posted: Fri Sep 16, 2011 2:33 pm
Vincent read the nest attack and grinned and began to slowly launch powerful punches. Trying to increase the speed of the attacks, but he was a slow attacker and this would take some time. He'd continue this training for hours.[1/5]
The sound of his shouted and grunt would echo off the walls of the training room and soon he began to improve. He tried launching more and more attacks within a shorter amount of time by constantly hitting a wall over and over. It seamed like he was improving but it was not very obvious.[2/5]
Punch after punch was delivered to the wall this place seamed to make him more focused. He was launching punches faster and seamed to become more efficient. This large mans drive didn't seam to die out as he continued on hour after hour.[3/5]
Vincent was sweating bullets as he punched the wall til a spot on the wall seamed to wear away and gave way to his powerful attacks. The speed of the attacks increased again as his hand began to get the feeling and rhythm of the attacks. Again and again the wall made a solid sound as his fist met the wall and it seamed like a storm as the training continued.[4/5]
Vincent finally got the hang of it as he was now able to launch a barrage of well powered attack and the speed of his attack had increased. He laughed as he continued to attack and he finally stopped as he looked at his hands bruised and beaten as he'd trained. He lowered his head and blood dripped from his hands and he was now ready for more fighting as his ribs seamed finally ready to let him more properly.[5/5]
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Posted: Sat Sep 17, 2011 8:59 am
Darion entered the training room and began to think about what skill he could learn, or what he could make.He wanted to make something that would cause other peoples chi and his chi to clash and would make them lose balance.He thought long and hard of how to do this.He needed someone else to practice on.He decided to check the beach.
Exit
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Posted: Sat Sep 17, 2011 9:20 am
The Dog was pinned to an invisible wall. The illusion of a 3D space was broken. Walt saw the dog pinned to the very wall which had spawned his 2D duck targets, and housed the monstrous dog. The Continued his nauseating laugh. Suddenly around the dog, in 3D space, more ducks started to appear before Walt, Their bodies looked more arrow like than duck like as they began to shoot towards Walt.
Walt stood his ground and felt the long thin weighted blades appear in his hands. raising the knives in his hands above his head, Walt began trowing knives, two at a time, one from each hand. knives appearing in his hands just moments after they leave his grip.
The Ducks shot forward, and were intercepted by blades, each having its wings clipped by the holographic knives. The ducks kept coming, and Walt kept on throwing. matching each other one for one. The dog was lost in a hail of ducks.
Walts breathing started to falter, there were just too many ducks. Too many targets to be swatted from the skies. He was moving as fast as he could but was barely able to meet their demands. That was until he noticed that he was slowly thinning out the heard. Walt hadn't noticed that he had been throwing three knives at a time from each hand, tripling his output and slowing the ducky hoard to a halt.[learned: triple knife]
As the last of the ducks faded into glorious pixelated death-splosions. Walt became wary of his opponent. The Dog was lost from sight. Walt wasted no time, in creating more blades for him to throw. Ducks began to form in mass in the blink of an eye before Walt. They seemed like they were in the distance. It would seem as if Walt bought himself some time by taking out the last wave so quickly.
Walt retrieved the Manuel from his pant leg, and flipped through it quickly. Walt found his answer to the next wave within the pages of this sagely tomb. Walt looked up from the book to see that the Ducks were upon him. Walt dropped to the ground, and brought into being a stone wall to his back.
The Ducks crashed into the chest high wall, while some other passed right over it. This meant something to Walt. It meant that the Ducks could only move forward. Their demise was imminent. Walt grabbed the book and double checked the technique was going for.
Walt listened for a moment of silence before he would collect himself and some throwing knives and peer over his barricade. He thought it strange that his brief moment was not brief at all, and to his horror all of the ducks that had remaining behind the barrier remained in place. The dog was no where to be found, and Giant letters reading Pause hung in the air.
The A loud 'blip' was heard, and the letters disappeared , and then once more ducks filled the air. But Walt was read this time. Walt threw out A pair of his knives, straight forward. Each going to the closest enemy targets, and instead of retreating down behind the wall, Walt stood his ground and outstretched his hands. Each hand was linked to each knife via Ki channels, and each movement of his hands was returned by moments of his blades. Using the Two knives Walt slashed at the air, and using only two blades drove back the mallord-'ic hoard using only two blades. Walt catching his breath thought back to the floating pause, and the letters appeared once again. He had paused his training session for now. [Learned: Curve knife]
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Valentine Valtieri Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Sep 17, 2011 12:33 pm
 Emma Green
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"The Silence..."
Level: 2| Lunar Dance| Energy: 450| "Huntress"|
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Emma's wait was over, she had somewhere to be now. "Finally...let's see what I've learned." Emma held her scythe close and left, she was as prepared as she could get.[/exit]
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"You do not know true pain...
Until you've crossed my path."
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Posted: Sat Sep 17, 2011 6:34 pm
Take to the Air
Rank: D
Description: The user grabs an opponent and pulls them past their body. As they pass the user sweeps their legs and lets go, making their opponent sail through the air for a brief moment before crashing face first into the ground.
Sonya read the next skill she wanted to learn. She went over to a practice dummy and took a fighting postion. Then she started.
First she practiced grabbing the dummy and pulling it past her body. She did that over and over again till she could do it easily. Then she moved on to the rest of the skill.
She grabbed the dummy again and pulled it across her body. This time she sweeped the bottom and let go. THe dummy sailed away.
She went over an picked up the dummy and kept on practing the move. THe more she did it the further the dummy went. Finally when she was satisfied she sat down and moved on to another skill.
Take to the air learned.
Sonya headed for the roof top.
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Posted: Fri Sep 23, 2011 7:26 pm
As Kit entred the massive training room Kit took a deep breath and gave a soft whistle to the size. As he gave a quick walk around the room Kit found a nice little spot off to the side with no one around kit removed his shirt. "Time to get to business..." When he had read the small label on the Gene-X packages Kit could understand that this strain would grant him the ability to bend and manipulate fire. So as Kit stood there he tried to find a way to access this. Was it by sheer force of a peace of mind type of thing. As he began to contemplate these options Kit felt a small spark in his chest. Only to be described as a light hearburn in the center of his chest. Rubbing the small area Kit just smiled. "Oh i understand now...." Holding his right hand open infront of him Kit closed his eyes and began to focus on the burning in his chest. It didn't really burn or hurt. So as Kit allowed this feeling to well up inside of him and fill his body Kit forced the source of the heat to his open palm. As he did Kit opend his eyes and a small burst of flame flickerd in his palm. Being suprised about this Kit's heart skipped a beat and the flame immediatly died out. "Whoa....Freaky....." Playing on this feeling once more Kit made the flame in his hand but forced himself to just gaze inside the fire. While he himself always considerd fire beautiful. The flame almost seemed to dance in his hand. With a little more effort the fire grew to the size of a small campfire in his hand. As Kit began to wave his hand around he placed his left hand inside the fire. "It doesn't burn....Im flame resistant now....Cool." With a smile implanted on his face Kit began to pull the fire from one hand to the other. He began to laugh as the fire just switched hand from hand. With a little effort Kit had begun to toss the fire upwards and catch it like it was a basketball. As Kit began to tire with his game of catch Kit held his hands tightly close together but a few inches apart. Pumping even more of this fire feeling in his chest Kit watched as the flame grew to the size of a small vehicle. Holding it above his hand Kit Seperated his hands to find the flame had equally between his hands. "Wait, if i can manipulate it then i can throw it right?....." Cocking his right hand back Kit went through the motions of tossing the fire as if it were a baseball. The flame flew from his hand only to dissapate a few feet from where he was standing. Looking at his right hand still engulfed in fire Kit closed his hand to make a fist only to have the fire put itself out. "Hmm, i wonder what cool tricks i can do with the stuff...."
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Posted: Tue Sep 27, 2011 3:08 pm
As Kit began to ponder the thoughts of fire and it's abilities he took a seat and puled a bottle of water from a small pack he always carried with him. "I could use a burst as a type of speed booster.....Gather then explode.....Or coat my hands in fire and use them for close range combat.....But all of this is simple stuff." Getting into his standing position Kit coated his hands in fire once more. He he began ot throw a series of punches he looked down at his feet. With some thought and a little focus his feet were then coverd in fire. "Much better." He himself had no consistent or learned fighting style. Kit learned hand to hand combat from the marine corps as he was trained. Stealth kills, counters and things along those lines. But there were bound to be people here that knew certain particular style as he had seen in the kung fu movies popularized in america. While he pushed this though from his head he needed to focus on his own personal style. Learning something that can't be improved was never really his style. Something that was always adapting or being added to. This is when the idea struck him. "What about free lancing?" As Kit began to ponder aloud the forms and actions of free lance fighting he continusouly threw a slew of punches with his right arm then a slew with his left. "If i take a basic defense offense stance, i can just add other styles moves and attributes. Kinda like a copycat." As Kit began to move forward he dropped his punch throwing and quickly rushed in. Giving a small duck and bob then weave as if he was boxing Kit sent a haymaker about face level to a large rock covering his path. At his current strength the rock was dented and broke off at a 2 foot radius from where Kit's hand hit. "I've gotta do better then that. Lowering his flame ability Kit Removed a cigarette from his pocket and reached for his lighter. Smiling he raised a finger to his cigerrete and inhaled. As fire realeased from the tip of his fore finger Kit took a puff from his cigareete. Exhauling the smoke Kit droped his hand as he enjoyed his newport.
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Posted: Fri Sep 30, 2011 11:22 am
 Ⓜira Ⓨu ♀
Weapon: Hardwood Daito
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Mira arrived what seam like a training room. It's so big and high tech just below the ground! She notice some of the people are already training here, also that Kit is already here. With this ,any people here, she doesn't feel like training anymore. She just walked over to the corner and read her book and absurd.
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Level: ❷
Ki: 450 > Theme<Battle
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Posted: Sun Oct 02, 2011 5:29 pm
  FENRIR
Only through howls of lust and fury
Fenrir followed the teacher to the training room and simply stood inside. There wasn't much to do now except wait for the other students to catch up.
did he begin to find his sense of worth
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Fist of the Bro Star Captain
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Posted: Sun Oct 02, 2011 5:39 pm
 /-/N-/aomi /-/W-/inters Please forgive me... Naomi made her way back to the training room that she sued herself when she first came to this island. Still, it left her a bitter taste as she didn't really like it how she was used in the past but at lest she can train the students that come to this island. Fenrir was the first one to show up which she suspects that he is far more experience than the rest of the students. for now she waited for all the others to show up....But I must avenge my family by any means possible  /==/-Level 6-/==/-Demon with Purple Hair-/==/-P.E Teacher-/==/-Katana Master-/==/-Oni Aura-/==/-Kinetic Weaponry-/==/ 
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Posted: Sun Oct 02, 2011 5:42 pm
Thomas walked into the training room, taking in the new area. It wasn't exactly where he'd like to be training, but it wasn't his choice. If it was, he'd be outside somewhere. But he kept his ideas to himself and waited patiently.
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Valentine Valtieri Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Oct 02, 2011 5:43 pm
xxxxx • • • x R x A x V E N x • •
MEMORIES UNCONSCIOUSLY BOUND
TEARS THAT FALL WITHOUT REASON
JOURNEY WITHOUT AN END xxx → xxIxxxAxMxxXBxUxTxxxAxxxLxOxNxExSxOxMxExxxSxOxUxLxx●xxxx●xxxx● ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━xxx⊿xxx⊿xxx⊿xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx ⊰ Ｓ Ｉ Ｎ Ｆ Ｕ Ｌ ⊱ a m Ｉ ⇊xxxxxxxx  ├ ◉ ◉ LONGING ◉⊁ xx
├ ◉ ◉ YEARNING ◉⊁ xx
├ ◉ ◉ BELIEVING ◉⊁ xx
├ ◉ ◉ SEARCHING ◉⊁ xx
├ ◉ ◉ WANDERING ◉⊁ xx xxTxHxExxxSxPxExCxTxExRxxxoxfxxxSxHxAxDxE
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► B I T T E R S W E E T ∽ CALM ▼ L I F E xx AND LOVE. Theme: Mortvia Aqueduct
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Posted: Sun Oct 02, 2011 5:51 pm
Kuro Tenpi  -------------------------------------------------------Age: 19 Nationality: Japan Level: 1 Main Style: Kinetic Weaponry -------------------------------------------------------Kuro walked into the room and looked around "wow this room looks pretty cool." he said then put his hands in his pockets and began to whistle ------------------------------------------------------- --"Our truest life is when we are in dreams awake."--
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Posted: Sun Oct 02, 2011 5:51 pm
Sonya skipped into the training room and joined the others in waiting for the rest.
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