Mamoru slowly enters the library where he starts to wander around the library before he finds the book that contains the basic general skills. He picks the book up and slowly walks out of the library whistling. [exit]
☩ There is no genius without a mixture of madness. ☩
☩ Ki Reserve: 350/350 ☩
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Posted: Tue Mar 12, 2013 7:47 am
(T)he(I)nquisitive(M)alevolent(I)nfatuation "Kindnessis the beginning of Cruelty" ~}:Leonardo S. Tensatsu:{~
With little progress made on the idle pool of blood in his left hand, which he'd managed to safely maneuver some distance now in spite of the weird looks an pale white skinned, red eyed guy would get for walking around staring at blood in his hand. Doubting his sculpted brawler physic, or height would deter anyone if they really wanted to start trouble Leo would shake the blood off his hand before entering. Upon entrance however, he'd set the baseball bat off to out of view off to the side of the entrance. Wiping the blood off on his dark blue jean's absently the inquisitive devil would methodically work his way towards any section pertaining to his main style. Accomplishing such a feat rather quickly, he'd skipp that section on go on to Boxing. Finding that appropriate section, he'd pull one of the first stage books down and flip through the first couple pages. He didn't have to check out the book to get the general idea for training, at least not for such a widely known sport.
"So, punch any and everything till you can't punch anymore... Perfect."
Relinquishing the hushed sensual tone to himself with a grin touching at the corner of his naked lips. He could punch, and keep punching easily enough. Flipping to the second stage, he'd note the emphasis on running all the time. Literally, of course, which he planned on finding weights for to push himself even harder given his muscular adult frame already rather well defined through such physical punishment. Gold wasn't a substance easily hefted in large quantities. Sliding the book back into its previous place he'd navigate towards the general skill section only to do much the same, hovering over only the first two stages.
"More punching..."
Chuckling quite ominously to himself, he'd slide that book back as well before returning to his main styles section. Grabbing one of the first stage books, examining the cover before strolling back over towards the seated section for a moment. He'd been on his feet, and hands all day thus far. Seating himself with an exaggerated sigh of relief, using his right uninjured hand to flip over to the first section. Leaving the book open, he'd note all the diagrams explaining safe places for incisions along with insight into the bodies network of differentiated blood vessels. An interesting read to be sure. Pinching his left palm to squeeze more blood out he'd hold back a wince with a smile before closing both scarlet oculars to focus his attention back on the flow of his own blood, gradually focusing down his arm into his left hand with a concentration that seemed to grow only marginally less difficult between the sensation of pain, which he almost enjoyed, and Ki flowing through his blood stream.
With his mind finally lulling into a sense of ease, and conscious connection with his own physical body something would seem to snap. Abruptly Leo would be saturated in a flare of dark scarlet Ki as the blood reluctantly seems to become fully animated as both Leo's hypnotically illuminated red iris's flash open before everything settles. The aura had pulsed roughly only a foot, maybe less so with mostly trails making it appear slightly larger. No doubt it looked weak compared to others, though he'd only started realizing he even had such potential. Focusing back on the blood in his hand, which felt more like an extension of himself as the aura did momentarily he'd manage to make it defy gravity in the center of his palm.
Such a moment not lasting, as his attention shifts with the rush of possibilities that marked this new found power which in turn caused the blood to splatter back down into his hand which he'd been careful NOT to hover over the book he had out. Calming himself from the experience with a shake of his head only to quickly peer his gaze back over to the book to scope out the skills listed for stage one. Attempting to analyze the process Leo would take a break for a moment, having already made it up in his mind that going off on the mission without even looking into his potential was a fools mistake. He had time, for the moment, and he planned on making damn good use of the wound he'd sliced open on his own palm.
By this are you truly known
Posted: Tue Mar 12, 2013 8:48 am
(T)he(I)nquisitive(M)alevolent(I)nfatuation "Kindnessis the beginning of Cruelty" ~}:Leonardo S. Tensatsu:{~
In his still sober state it didn't seem as difficult to focus, though the effect of the focus seemed to drag on slowly as Leo continued to differentiate the blood flow from different parts of his body. Double checking his feeling with the books knowledge and depictions of the human bodies different anatomical construction. Attempting to move the blood in the palm of his hand once more, his right hand resting on the top of the table languidly as slow full palm circles are drawn. The feeling when it crossed over his wound a bit more curious, as it seemed to feel as though he could pull the blood back into himself. Almost a kin to running a hand over a small gap in the surface, except the hand was a liquid. With the bleeding stopped, he found he could actually cause it to start bleeding slowly, and just as slowly stop it again.
Repeating this process, he'd begin to feel the resistance to his concentration diminish at a faster pace. It was as though the sensation of flowing the blood over the wound naturally conducted the skill listed in the book. He'd have to practice a bit more, witholding himself from started off with the last skill listed, Blood Bullet. Listing an obvious warning lable next to the skill in the book, it required far more blood than the other skills in the first stage. Crimson Cutter seemed promising, and with his Boxing style Seeing Red was perfect for the homeless devil brawlers style. Dragging his attention back to the blood in his hand, perpetually etching circles out as the drops pace seems to occasionally boost a bit faster or slow down to a crawl at Leo's own will rather than any manner of struggle.
After some time of attempting to pull his consciousness from an observer behind his velvet gaze into the very blood and Ki coursing through ever fiber of his existence. It was a daunting task, one that wouldn't happen over night. With that in mind, having nearly memorized the stage one for his main style word for word he'd stand with an exaggerated stretch of both his arms. The blood previously in his palm held in place mostly over the wound, though in defiance of gravity at the least which marks some progress in his current state of mind. Leisurely strolling over to return the book while rolling his broad shoulders as if getting ready for some physical activity. A worthy assumption on anyone's behalf as the enigmatic pale skinned devil glides over to grab the wooden baseball bat in his right hand once more before setting off to achieve his mission. Walking with his left palm down now, forcing himself to keep the blood from dripping even once.
{Exit}
By this are you truly known
Posted: Tue Mar 12, 2013 10:54 pm
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☩ Level 1: Fate Threads ☩
☩ Level 1: Ninjutsu ☩
☩ No iron chain, or outward force of any kind, can ever compel the soul of a person to believe or to disbelieve. ☩
Ritona quietly enters the library as she wanders around trying to find information on the school or something of importance. She quietly flips through the books as she doesn't seem to find much at all causing her to sigh in annoyance. She rubs the back of her head as she starts to look for the library hoping it get some help or answers, but shrugs as she gets a book on the basics. She slips out the closed doors of the library. [enter/exit]
☩ You can chain me, you can torture me, you can even destroy this body, but you will never imprison my mind. ☩
♥XXXX❝But I don’twant to go among mad people,❞Alice remarked.XXXX♥ ♠XXXX❝Oh, you can’t help that,❞said the Cat,❝We’re allmad here. I’m mad. You’re mad.❞ XXXX♠ ♣XXXX❝How do you know I’mmad?❞said Alice.XXXX♣ ♦XXXX❝You must be,❞said the Cat,❝Or you wouldn't have come here.❞XXXX♦
Alice sat at her desk looking at the files Akasun sent pertaining to things that were going on. She sighed as she deleted the emails and she looked at the students running in and out of her library. She still never got her answers and yet there were still things she didn't know about this island even though she is the Keeper of the Secrets. She opened up a book that seemed to be a journal of sorts and began to read it. It was when she was in the labs and she wrote about the failures and the deaths in there. Most of all it was about how she suffered through the testing and watching Yajuu beat people up everyday in there. Funny thing was not many remember who she was considering she wasn't popular like Gunner,Mina, or Estrella. Most forget that she herself was a former dragon. She chuckled at this and closed the book waiting to see who would come in.
♥XXXXAlice came to a fork in the road,❝Which road do Itake?❞she asked.XXXX♥ ♠XXXX❝Where do you want to go?'❞responded the Cheshire.XXXX♠ ♣XXXX❝Idon't know,❞Alice answered.XXXX♣ ♦XXXX❝Then,❞said the Cat,❝It doesn'tmatter.❞XXXX♦
Posted: Sun Mar 24, 2013 8:52 pm
As the library door suddenly opened, a young Spanish man clothed in a vermillion red sleeveless hoodie and jet black sweat pants would walk- or rather stagger into the library, his footsteps being shuffled as he fought to keep his balance. Once he got to the nearest bookshelf he reached his left well callused and tanned hand out and braced himself against the book lined shelf in an attempt to regain his composure. Once he felt well balanced enough Dante would begin to peruse the aisles of books, looking for anythig that'd help him get at least a basic understanding of what exactly this Hell's Grasp fighting style was. After a few minutes of stumbling around the library, the Gene sick young man would eventually find a row of books dedicated solely to the main styles. After reading a few of the spines with his hazelnut brown eyes, he found the book he was looking for on the specific main style he had injected himself with. He then walked towards the librarian's desk and showed her his ID card, along with the book he intended on checking out before stumbling out of the library, no doubt to somewhere at least more appropriate for him to deal with the gene sickness he was having. -enter/exit-
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Posted: Mon Mar 25, 2013 6:57 am
XxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxX CroixGokkan "I do not understand... If I am to fight am I not to kill?" Ludus'sGokkanBlightShinobi
Skill(s) Implemented- |[|||]|: E Rank | Frozen Touch |[|||]|:~~~ |[|||]|:~~~
Ludus Education- |[|||]|:Absolute Zero | Stage 1 | 6/6 Complete |[|||]|:Absolute Zero | Frozen Touch | 3/3 Complete |[|||]|:Absolute Zero | Ice Mirror | 2/3
__________________________________________________________________________________________________________ // Level 1x// Ki .:[: 315 || 350 :]:. x// Main Style: Absolute Zero x// Sub Style: Ninjutsux// Location: Library -Entrance-x// Company: ~~~x// Disposition: Investigative
-Entrance-
Having hastened his stride only in slight Croix would silently recognize the chilled relief of in door central cooling. He assumed the sensitivity was some lingering side affect though braced himself for the chance it may never lessen. Gripping his gelid Ki with his intuitively well trained sense of focus and concentration to draw the chilled Ki to be restrained to his physical body. This seemed to alleviate the previous over heating sensation while not adversely affecting anything he didn't touch. This manner of manipulating his Ki growing more passive as he finally utilizes his 'Silent Walk' technique. Navigating through the main entrance towards the larger case's of books he'd begin trailing his cold gaze across the symbol's and letters to find something that matched what his Gene-X had labeled on it. 'Absolute Zero' was all he had to go off of, prowling about like some manner of frozen specter.
After a short time he'd find a section that had 'Absolute Zero' pertaining books of a higher stage which gave him a reference of the system of order. Through further inspection, and tight focus on his chilled Ki he'd reframe from freezing anything he touched with a measure of effort. Finding a book for General Skills he'd analyze the text pertaining mostly to 'Reverse grip' and 'Violent Fists' before placing it back to inspect the Stage 1 of 'Absolute Zero' while further utilize his 'Silent Walk' technique to follow the signs he'd seen earlier on proper ways to check a book out before retreating quietly to a table for a brief moment with the book. Outside offered no better conditions for exploring his new found potential so he'd set to read and decipher as much of the book as he could. After the first few informational page's he'd recognize a vague map of the island indicating a specific location for his exact style of training.
A notable piece of information he'd retain once more before continuing on towards other aspects of training. Emphasis started on touch it seemed which collaborated with his own assessment. With the right amount of Ki, being on the lowest scale currently he could currently freeze small ponds at best. Detailing the part that described how to fashion a mirror he'd revert back to the basic principle of the skill to begin his solitary training. Placing his left hand on the table top with a focus of frost flourishing Ki that didn't seem significant. Lifting his palm with finger tips still bent down to touch the table he'd begin an attempt at transferring Ki through a smaller point of contact. With little affect he'd press his palm down once more quietly to extend only marginally more glistening frost. Withdrawing his hand he'd watch the frost melt with a void expression before placing his hand down once more with a gradual breath to focus his Ki into the contact to ripple the frost out in thicker layers this time.
Progress was undoubtably slow, though it wouldn't appear and truthfully didn't bother the young Gokkan Shinobi. Time was all in perspective, minutes dragging for hours, hours spanned into seconds, days feel like months while years pass like days. His cold demeanor had learned to keep countless internal clocks that didn't o bid by any outside generalization. Lifting his palm with the table sufficiently frozen he'd attempt to mold his Ki into ice on its own accord rather than utilizing some outside source in conjunction with his Ki. The first attempt would work at all, only physically manifesting the appearing of his Ki which expanded briefly rather than condensing. He'd soon model his effort around such a fact. Tightening his focus the expanding Ki around his open hand would gradually condense in a struggle that would continue for some time.
Posted: Mon Mar 25, 2013 8:05 am
XxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxX CroixGokkan "I do not understand... If I am to fight am I not to kill?" Ludus'sGokkanBlightShinobi
Skill(s) Implemented- |[|||]|: Rank E | Ice Mirror |[|||]|:Rank C | Frozen Grasp |[|||]|:~~~
Ludus Education- |[|||]|:Absolute Zero | Ice Mirror | 3/3 |[|||]|:Absolute Zero | Frozen Grip | 7/7 |[|||]|:Absolute Zero | Potential New Skill 'Marble Mist' | Sample
__________________________________________________________________________________________________________ // Level 1x// Ki .:[: 275 || 350 :]:. x// Main Style: Absolute Zero x// Sub Style: Ninjutsux// Location: Library -Exit-x// Company: ~~~x// Disposition: Vaguely Curious
Diving further into the depths of focus Croix would gradually loose his grip on the frigid Ki clung to his physical body in sporadic short flare's that wouldn't bother anyone that didn't brush past where he was seated. Molding his concentration as if it was his Ki much as one could envision some tangible pressure which he could expand or tighten not only as a single point of his entire body but branched off to specific points all across his deceptively muscularly acrobatic physic. Opening both dimly luminescent sapphire eye's to observe his work he'd use his cold void gaze to target willed intent at the struggling Ki manifested in the palm of his hand. With an almost metallic pitch black flash the ice manifested within Croix's hand would appear some manner of obsidian rather than crystalline. He couldn't explain how though the reflective surface seemed to perform the same function it had been intended for.
Flipping from page to page he understood the practicality of 'Ice Stick' and how versatile and useful 'Ice Slide' could be in the field. Comprehending the skill's easily enough he'd recognize the inability to practice where he was currently without something ending up as collateral damage. 'Frozen Grip' however seemed like a practical skill given his ninjutsu speciality. Flexing his hand to mold the mirror into a condensed ball to be gripped in his hand he'd fore go human testing for the moment as his unencumbered conscious attention collects with his Ki into the hand gripping the gradually shrinking ball of ice. Once he was finally able to clasp it completely within his hand he'd use his feet to slide his chair back slightly to sit up with his hand held directly out in front of him.
Through understanding of compression, the mechanics of the effort exerted, and inner imagery in some semblance Croix manipulated his Ki as he had been trained to do with his body. The focus of conscious attention was not something easily achieved or scorned. Tightening his focus further the air about his hand would visibly drop in temperature in a manner far more than he'd managed with his aura alone. Clenching his hand harder the Gokkan Shinobi boy would continue his 'intent' to achieve the effect he was beginning to register. The difference wasn't poignant as of yet though showed a measure of promise. Leaving his other hand ignored for the moment Croix's attention would grip his fist further as he leans forward a bit to hover the hand just over the table which responded without touch in noticeably blossoming particles of frost. Showing no portrayal of acknowledgement, excitement, or interest the cold young man would continue to grip his dark sapphire Ki engulfed fist turned backhand down.
Unsatisfied he'd introduce his other hand over the first. Splitting his attention didn't pose as much a problem given the 'close' proximity of their physical location. It was similar to combining two 'points' into a single larger focus which continued to drop the temperature in small layers originating from his hand and expanding out only a couple feet as the skill was intended to freeze temporarily rather than kill out right. It was understandable more advanced skills would be retained for after a trial of any potential. Inhaling another deep breath he'd hold it in for a long moment as the Ki over his fist flare's slightly before being drawn back into being condensed into Croix's potential 'Grip'. Feeling the exerted amount of Ki roughly match that which was required for the State 1 skill associated with it Croix would absently exhale his held slightly frozen breath into his loosened grip to coalesce into the now very small marble sized piece of ice that had been the Ice Mirror just previously to his intent exploration into the book he'd found.
Unwittingly Croix had initiated a proportionately appropriate un-tested skill as his fist clenches over the marble indifferently to grip his attention on his hand once more which would react with the extremely condensed marble of ice. Absently perpetuating his previous intent he'd continue focusing his Ki. C Rank Ki would conclude the acceptable condition of performing the skill under his current conditions within a place not suited for such actions. Still seated he'd keep his grip a moment while moving the hand away from the table to peer over the book once more. Ice Punch was the only skill he'd managed to over look. Without much difficulty he'd read the passage over with a good grasp on the concept it was meant to be employed for. Closing the book with his free hand careful to keep the other still frozen hand away as he precisely retraces his previous steps to put the book back exactly where he'd taken it from. Memorizing the vague outlined map of the island which pointed at a frozen cavern of some ill description.
Glancing back to his still Ki saturated 'Frozen Grip' he'd challenge himself absently to hold the affect while working his way silently towards the walk way that lead all the way to where he'd entered from originally. Before he could make it twenty feet away from the entrance once outside Croix would decidedly drop his hands back down to his side's while adjusting himself to the environment out side. Immediately upon the release of the in this case accounted 'D Rank' Ki marble of condensed ice it would smack into the ground audibly before rapidly exploding out in a harmless blindingly thick chilled white mist. The technique would encompass a large area in this particular instance as not to push his unintentional luck encompassing only Croix's general area with a five foot 'poof' all around his previous position which would linger even after Croix had walked straight through it before it could draw a ton of attention in his direction.
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Posted: Mon Mar 25, 2013 6:42 pm
❖ Crowley, Demetrius Vega indentxxx❝Watch your step. That sand is dangerous.❞
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xxx✔The first stop in Crowley's tour would be the library. Shifting his weight a little bit, he looked around the place some and started to walk around. Finding the section on Gene-x main styles, he started to look through the books. One caught his eye and it was titled Stolen Sands. Something about that title rang in his head and nagging feeling was back in his head. Pulling out the book, he found a place to sit down and started to read it.
xxxxx✘Level 1 xxxxx✘Ki :: 350/350 xxxxx✘Technique Used :: xxxxx✘OOC ::
Posted: Mon Mar 25, 2013 8:42 pm
❖ Crowley, Demetrius Vega indentxxx❝Watch your step. That sand is dangerous.❞
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xxx✔As he read through the book, this seemed like the thing that Crowley was looking for. It talked about some hte different techniques of the style and the ways of unlocking its power. Reading over a few more things, Crowley closed the book and headed for the front of the library. Once he got there, he noticed a few kids checking out books and figured he would follow what they did. Now with the book checked out, Crowley would head out. The book talked about destroying stuff to make into sand. He, of course, didn't want to do that here. Where exactly he would head, he wasn't sure.
xxxxx✘Level 1 xxxxx✘Ki :: 350/350 xxxxx✘Technique Used :: xxxxx✘OOC ::
Walking in Daisuke sought after something that would help blow off stem. Picking up a book from a 'Just returned stack' on a table Kurogawa flipped through the first couple of pages. A smirk would appear on his face, walking over the check out. Properly checking it out, Daisuke read through it while he walked out.
Ki: 350 [340] Checked out: General Skills Vol 1 Ki Costs E: Energy Drain: 10 D: Energy Drain: 25 C: Energy Drain: 50 B: Energy Drain: 75 A: Energy Drain: 100 S: Energy Drain: 200
Posted: Wed Apr 03, 2013 6:54 am
(L)udus's(I)ncorrigibly(W)icked(M)ercenary "Kindnessis the beginning of Cruelty" ~}:Leonardo S. Tensatsu:{~
He'd neglected to take 'studying' seriously when he'd originally visited the Library. Entering quietly with both hands dug into the pockets of his dirty mud soaked dark blue jeans. Having increased his student 'Level' Leo would be provoked to look into his next stage's of development. Weaving through the isle's lazily the adult appearing brawler found the section for 'Boxing' and 'General' skill's for Stage 2.
Scoping both books out he'd commit the information offered into his often absent minded memory. The first listed skill teasing a smile across the devilish male's seductive feature's. 'Dirty Fighting' for a tactic he was all too familiar with as 'Rising Star' explained its self. 'Stun Rush' being another comprehended easily enough along with 'Fang'. The 'Superman punch' instantly catching his attention as it was a common junkyard brawler tactic with enough stuff around to run and jump off of.
Sliding the boxing book back he'd turn around to rest his back on the book case lightly. Crossing both feet he'd appear content to read the stage 2 for 'General' skills a moment. He liked the concept for 'Use your Head' even in spite of its draw backs. 'Ki Assault' seemed a bit exagerated, though throwing solid blows from such a distance would be a versatile skill. Glancing over 'Weapon's Toss' he'd linger a moment as if to contemplate what manner of weapon he'd wield if he had a choice. Focusing on his current skill's he'd conclude scanning over 'Arcing Uppercut' which complimented the skills he already possessed.
"The ancient master's would be proud of this place."
Offering an amused nod while placing the book back he'd spot the section of drunken boxing labled 'Eight Drunken Gods'. Glancing around indifferently he'd pluck the book out before navigating over to somewhere he could sit down. It had been awhile since he'd been able to actually sit which would be savored with a relinquished sigh of satisfaction as his form sinks into one of the chairs. Paging the stage 1 book open scarlet iris's would reflect his interest in something to drink enticed by the style he was to learn next. "Drunken God Lu and Li" were two recognizable figure's to the drunken devil who recollected some of the old movies that depicted the legends. He'd already grasp the first 3 skill's as his attention focus's more the 'Loopy Worm' and 'Wine Wheel' which required a bit more athletic prowess. All of the skill's would require him to drink for their full affect though he'd reign his impulses in enough to conclude training was best done sober with plenty of drinking to be had after.
Summing his training up between the two distinct styles Leo would lift his form up out of the chair with a grudging yawn before wandering back to replace the book he'd been reading. Debating on scoping out the next stage for his main style he'd recollect how those skills operated differently. Shrugging he'd beginning scanning his hypnotic scarlet iris's about with an almost curious expression. No harm ever came from being too prepared, only from taking too long to be prepared. With such in mind he'd continue glancing about before realizing he was in the martial art section rather then the main styles. Pacing out to the inbetween hall way he'd scan up for any signs for the section he was looking for before slowly strolling in search.
