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 Posted: Fri May 06, 2011 7:58 pm
Grave tried pushing his healing faster however to no avail. The bacta tank would heal at its own rate. He would not be the exception to this rule. He wasn't a god...yet. However his power would slowly raise through each his forms through each of his training sessions. His final form by all respects was tripling everything that he was doing. Pretty soon nothing would be able to stand in his way but he'd still have to wait. Maybe arin and zyke would join grave on this galactic conquest of planet eating. Shoot, it sounded fun to him. why couldn't it be fun for everyone else.
28 hp
15% restored
43 hp
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Posted: Fri May 06, 2011 9:59 pm
Grave stared over at the other tank in which roa was located. He wondered if he would be truly compliant with what grave had wanted. Here he was making all these plans to conquer the galaxy maybe even the universe with a swift and fatal blow that nobody might see coming. He hadn't thought if this human would even want to be apart of it. He lay back in his tank and thought if it would be a bad thing or a good thing to just spit out his plans to him. No...he would have to find a way to lead him over to his side. But how...
43hp
15% restored
58 hp
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Posted: Sat May 07, 2011 12:08 am
Grave stares off into the distance wondering how this would all come to be. He needed to train harder than zyke ever could maybe even harder than all of his new allies. It would do him no good to train with zyke because all that would be doing is training him on the same rate to. He would have to continue training even while zyke was resting. If he needed to he would become a demon. The demon of the new world. Inside the second grave smiled at the thought of being a true oni. No one would stand up to him if he was the immortal demon Grave Mortis. He might just have to play around with this idea.
58hp
15&#xre;stored
73hp
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Posted: Sat May 07, 2011 12:11 am
Grave sat in his tank calmly waiting for when the machine had told him he was done this time. Right now he felt better than he had before, but he didn't want his training with the human to go awry. So he just sat there thinking to himself, and staring off into the distance. He didn't know what more to think about. He was at a crossroads in his mind. Well first he needed to find out weather he wanted immortality or the tree of might. It meant the same thing in his mind but he did need to decide what he really wanted deep down. He then stared at his pendant and chuckled.
"Oh...thats right..."
73hp
15&#xre;stored
88hp
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Posted: Sat May 07, 2011 12:24 am
Grave slowly rose out of the pod as the machine exclaimed that his healing was done. He was now ready to embark on the world again and train yet again like he had never done before. The demon was born and he knew what he had to do. He stared over at roa and decided to sit down at wait for the conversation to unfold that he was dying to encounter. But first he would have to wait for his new found "friend" to wake up from his catatonic slumber in the bacta tank.
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Posted: Sat May 07, 2011 12:33 am
Shaking himself out of sleep, Roa tried focusing on future events. What would he do after this? He did owe that woman his life, but with his issues with organized forces, he doubted being able to stay with her long. It just didn't sit well with him, people joining together to do something when more than likely some part was corrupted.
109 HP
15% Restored
133 HP
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Posted: Sat May 07, 2011 12:36 am
Roa started to take himself from the machine. He healed enough, it was time to become stronger. The liquid distorted his vision, but he thought he could see a figure standing near his tank. He pulled himself out, looking over to Grave. "Well, seeing as your soaking, I"m guessing I'm not the only one who got my a** kicked in that fight."
Full Health.
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Posted: Sat May 07, 2011 12:55 am
"Haha...well at least I lasted longer...strategy my friend...Strategy."
"So tell me what made you enemies of the mortis family. I want to know why you have beef with at least my father. That has been bugging me since I woke up. Depending on what you say. I would like to train with you. So that we can become strong enough to beat zyke. So what do you say? Why did my father not like you?"
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Posted: Sat May 07, 2011 1:11 am
"Hey, when I don't need to ru-" He stopped and kept his calm, they did have an mutual enemy. "I destroyed one of your fathers bases. I walked in, literally, took a ship, and I flew it into the control tower, then presumed to kill everyone in side the base that I could get my hands on."
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Posted: Sat May 07, 2011 2:02 am
"Hmm well..." Grave starts walking down to the training room again. Motioning for roa to follow him.
"Listen I think you have some potential to possibly exeed the sayians I'm not sure why yet but I kind of feel it. Perhaps if you become strong enough and I progress like I'm hoping ill have you drink my mystic water...by the way. Don't tell anyone that I can do that yet, Its one of my forms and in a dire need I might need you to drink it if it's ok. However, hopefully that time won't come for a very long time. So what would you like to start training for. We have to get stronger in order to beat my brother...and zyke..."
Grave kneels down and stretches and looks patiently at roa.
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Zyke Alastar rolled 2 20-sided dice:
5, 4
Total: 9 (2-40)
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Posted: Sun Oct 30, 2011 12:00 am
The feeling of his head bobbing snaps Zyke awake, rushing quickly and uncomfortably back into consciousness. Disoriented for a moment, he looks around to grab a hold of his bearings. All around him was grey, dark, and metal. He was back in his room, on Alice. His mind returned to him rapidly and surely. He remembered coming back into his room after his initiating Roa and Grave some time ago. After the battle, Zyke came to his room to meditate. The quiet corner of his room was what he thought to be a good spot for it, but it was apparently too good, seeing as he fell asleep somewhere during his time of meditation.
He slowly raised a hand to his brow. The sudden awakening had given him a slight head-ache. Other than that though, he seemed to be completely fine. Well, as fine as he could be without any of his Ki. He rolled his cloak off his shoulders and looked down at the left of his breast. Right over his heart was the M'Erian seal that he had asked for previously. It completely sealed off his Ki and left him spiritually weaker than a normal human being. Not saying that all humans are weak though, that Roa fellow he initiated warrior wasn't that bad. Sure he was no where near the strength of Zyke, or Arin beyond him, but he had survived a few blows from Zyke, which was more than Zyke could say about himself when he was initiated.
Lifting himself from his solemn corner, Zyke stands slowly and stiffly, stretching out at the height of his stand to try and loosen himself up from his sleep in the corner. An itch was starting to grow deep within Zyke, the itch that told him it was time to train, to become more powerful so that he may one day overcome Arin, maybe even teach some lessons in humility and mercy. His first Instinct was to go and train his new techniques, or try and gain more control over his newly found Ki affinity, but the Seal on his chest was preventing him from doing that. Well, never one for physical training as much as spiritual, Zyke decided it was time for him to literally flex his muscles and train his body.
Ideas were flooding through his mind on training courses as he made his way toward the largest training room on Alice. The doors slide open as he approaches, striding in with purpose. The doors sealing shut behind him, Zyke looks up towards what he thinks to be one of Alice's sensors on the wall. "If you could please, I don't want anyone entering while I'm training, so deny access to anyone who tries to come in. And if it's Arin, then at least give me a warning so I can leave, since you can't very well deny her."
Almost as a confirmation, Zyke hears a locking mechanism activate on the door behind him. Smiling, he replies to Alice, "Thank you love." Zyke scans the room around him, getting a feeling for the diameter of the room for his training to come. Feeling confident about his grasp on the situation, a hand reaches down and rips a strap of one of his pant legs off.
"Alice, activate some higher level battle droids for me. And increase the Gravity to 55Gs."
Zyke takes the strap of cloth and binds it around his eyes, making a blindfold to cut his vision off, causing him to rely on instincts alone. Three drones walked out of spots on the wall as Zyke finished binding the blindfold around the back of his head. Taking a deep breath and steadying himself, gravity in the room sets in like bomb inside the training room. Not only were there three opponents to fight, but they were also to be fought blind and at thirty times more gravity. A desperate feeling began to well in Zyke's chest as he began to realize just how intense he had initiated this training to be.
Not wasting any time Zyke takes a slow step forward, trying to take the advance on his opponents to be.
(Effective Stats for Zyke: Str - 47 Dex - 48 )
(Training for Wis, Gravity, Practical Combat xP)
Zyke: Hp: 837/837
Db: 39
Droids: Hp: 190/190 Kp: 130/130
Db: 15
(gravity DC 35, +18 )
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Zyke Alastar rolled 5 20-sided dice:
14, 5, 1, 20, 7
Total: 47 (5-100)
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Posted: Sat Nov 05, 2011 6:29 pm
After taking a step forward, the gravity seems to great to be withstood. Zyke's knees buckle as he falls to knees on the cold metal floor, barely catching himself with his arms as he began to fall face first to the floor. He began to think to himself that maybe starting off so fast was not the wisest plan he had ever come up with, but then again, most of his trainings started like this, but for the most part they usually turned out for him. Just have to hope that the pattern kept to itself this time around too. The battle droids looked down at him, registering him as the enemy that the ship had registered to be engaged til he was pacified. Raising up their arms, which had blasters designed onto for ranged combat, They all three aimed at a nearly prone Zyke. Two just shot standard blasts at Zyke, a quick and preservative attack, whilst the third went for a more aggressive approach, charging a power shot, attempting to take a harder chunk out of Zyke while he seemed to be unable to avoid it.
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Zyke Alastar generated a random number between
1 and 5 ...
1!
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Posted: Sat Nov 05, 2011 6:31 pm
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Zyke Alastar rolled 6 20-sided dice:
7, 11, 4, 5, 15, 7
Total: 49 (6-120)
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Posted: Sat Nov 05, 2011 8:36 pm
Hearing the sounds of whirring mechanics as the droids began to move, Zyke felt the urge to move come upon him as the droids three began their attacks. Every muscle in his body tensed as he fought to summon up every ounce of strength he had to move out of the attacks that he could hear charging from their blasters. As the sound of the first shot rang out, Zyke barely pulled out enough strength to force himself up and off to the side, hearing as a beam from a blaster scorched the floor was he was just the moment before. Landing in a roll, Zyke takes the moment of his first movement and uses it to chain himself into a fluid movement in an attempt to avoid or counter balance the immense amount of gravity trying to force back into submission on the floor. Rolling up to the tip of his toes, he launches himself into another jumping roll, the sound of another blasting round hitting the floor where he just was, but he didn't stop to consider his lucky successes so far, he kept moving. Taking up to his arms this time, he ends the roll on his hands, throwing himself up and over in a back handspring.
He was starting to get confident in his abilities so far at being able to dodge all these attacks while blinded. But just as fast as the smugness began to settle it, it vanished, suddenly feeling a light burn on his side as he landed on his feet. One of the shots had hit him in mid air, though it was admittedly only a light hit. The hair on Zyke body began to stand on edge as he felt the coming of another, greater blast. The sound of the powerful attack had sounded previously, but between the previous blasts hitting the floor behind him and getting lost in his own thoughts, Zyke hadn't really registered hearing the blast go off. He twisted on his toes at the last moment, spinning out of the way of the large blast just as it was about to strike it's mark at Zyke's head. Landing on his back, Zyke hears the powerful blast strike the wall beside him, obviously leaving more of an impact then the other's attacks had. These droids weren't in the mood to play he supposed, then again, Alice never really played when it came to training simulations did she?
With strenuous effort, Zyke raised himself off the cold floor, fighting the gravity with every fiber of his being the whole way up. Barely bringing himself up off of the floor, Zyke stands himself up tall, staring straight in the direction the droids had just fired from. Taking a deep breath, he leaps forward suddenly, bringing an immense amount of strength in quick bursts, just long enough to make move that were necessary to be made. He landed in front of the nearest one to him, the third one, in a low crouch. His arm was cocked to his side, balled fist facing straight up. Zyke stands straight up and brings his arm out just enough with the stand to bring his fist up right on the underside of it's head, pushing his arm the rest of the way to finish delivering the entire uppercut in all it's glory to the poor unsuspecting droid. The droid left the ground, lifting up entirely off the floor momentarily. Following up the uppercut (hehe pun) Zyke spins into a blackhanded fist right at the droids lower back, the impact raising his lower half up to line the droid parallel to the floor. As the droid began to obey physics and fall to the ground, it met Zyke's knee straight in it's back, lifting it up and further into the air, raising high enough to be face-level with Zyke. Bringing both of his hands above his head and grasping them together in a tight fist, he hammered down onto the droid, smashing it into the floor with the assistance of gravity, making the entire finisher more efficient than it would have been alone.
Taking a great sigh followed by a deep breath, Zyke finally relaxes his muscles from the strain of fighting with gravity to complete his combo. Feeling the gravity sit back in, falling back onto his shoulder with full force.
Zyke: 837/826
(Last 2 rolls are gravity, forgot gravity roll last post.)
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