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 Posted: Tue Jan 11, 2011 5:30 pm
We come upon a view of Earth. The planet inhabited by humans and many other kinds of creatures. One of these races however, are called Hybrid-Saiyans. Of these Saiyans, theere is a boy named Yuri. A hot-headed, yet intelligent young man who is determined to become the strongest in the universe, but not for his own gains. Not long after the Dragonballs were discovered again, Yuri knew he had to train to become a deciding factor in their use. So, with his families permission, he entered into the Academy. And there is where we begin our story.
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The front double doors of the Academy swing open, and a shadow appears with light pouring in behind it. The shadowy figure walks forward into the building, arms folded across its chest, with the doors closing behind it. The figure comes to light, and is revealed to be Yuri, a Saiyan-Hybrid. He walks up to the front desk, and his arms drop to his sides. He raises his right arm, and points at the stout woman behind the desk.
"You there! Insignificant human worker! I am here to learn. I demand admission!"
The woman behind the desk looked up, abruptly stopping in her, what seemed like, paper work. She scowled and returned the arrogant tone in her answer.
"Excuse me?! Well, if you're referring to yourself as yuri, the new Saiyan boy, you have already been admitted. (under her breath) Ungrateful boy..." Yuri lowered his arm, and actually smiled.at the portly dame. He closed his eyes, and walked past her desk to the right. Just before he passed her however, he stopped and spoke to her one last time.
"I suppose I must thank you. However, I will not forget the remark you just made to yourself. Before I leave this place, I will kill you. Enjoy the rest of your day... and your life."
As Yuri continued to walk past her, he raised his hand in the air as a farewell. The woman sat there stunned that a mere boy could be so disrespectful, and creepy. The threat obviously lingered, because the woman stayed frozen until Yuri had waked a good distance down the hallway.
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Yuri reached out and grasped the doorknob before him, and opened the door. He entered the room, and looked around. He scanned the room, looking for other students that seemed threatening. None. He closed his eyes and chuckled to himself. He shhok it off after a moment, and looked towards the front of the room. He saw a man in a blue gi who also wore a blue headband. Yuri turned on his heel and started walking towards the man. The man, who Yuri presumed was the teacher, turned as he saw him and bowed.
"Hello, new student. Are you here to start your training?"
Yuri looked the man up and down, and grimaced. Surely this is not that man that would be his instructor? Well, if this is the best that mere Humans could offer, he might as well go with it, At least all Yuri had to do was master a few techniques in order to graduate. Shouldn't be difficult.
"Ugh. Yes, I am here to "learn" from you as much as one possibly can. Which I assume is not much."
The instructor motioned to Yuri to move to the large blue mat to his right, which Yuri started walking towards. Yuri smirked, and decided he might as well give the teacher a run for his money, and would lighten up on how much he held back. To see if the man was truely worthy of teaching a Saiyan like himself.
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Posted: Tue Jan 11, 2011 5:33 pm
Duos  "Wvell Wvell Wvell, I see you have made it to your destination in one peice. This is vgood, very vgood. Hmm, I guess it is time for you to get the background of that vessel of yours. It was an originally a man who worked for the company that we saw fit for the model. He was wasting his life working as a lap dog any how. So why not. I can show you better than I can tell you though. His name was Xavier Geero, a late descendant of one of our former professors. Hmph. We saved him from a horrible accident by giving him artificial parts and allowing him to live his life, so long as he dedicated it to our company and research. I'm transferring the files now. This will give you a artificial memory of your former self, an addition for realism." The professor explained to Duos, though he did not really care too much for memories, he found them igsignificant. But before he knew it, he started seeing several images project through his mind. “A hundred thirty-five, a hundred thirty-six…” He didn’t understand why everyone was still sleeping around at this time. Here Xavier had been up and about for about two hours while everyone else was stuck in dreamland. If that was his crewmembers, then he would have to whip them into shape before they could go into unknown land. Didn’t want them falling asleep on the job, now would he? Since he wasn’t allowed to go and explore the ship on his own – it wasn’t actually a rule, it was just one of the few courtesies that he happened to have – he resigned to remain in his room, exercising. If he couldn’t manage going back to sleep, then he figured that he could work out a bit and get back into top shape. He stopped the week before due to some virus he had caught, and could feel the flab start piling back up. But now, with his sickness gone, he would get back into his training mode, and he’d be back to his old body in no time. “...a hundred ninety-eight, a hundred ninety-nine, two hundred! He huffed, jumping up from his push up position and landing on his feet. Taking deep breaths, he wiped the torrent of sweat on his brow, walking over to the nearest mirror to see his current progress. Opting to do his routine shirtless as to see if he could notice the changes, it goes to know without saying that he was very shiny from the buckets of perspiration that dripped from his body. The blue-haired male poked his abdominals, feeling the hardness under his skin and scowling. “Tch. Three months ago, I could crack a tri-cell proton battery on my abs, now I can’t even manage an egg.” Of course, he was being hard on himself, making sure that he would work as hard, if not harder, the following time. The thoughts of the next work out were put on hold once a pungent odor reached his nose. Xavier scrunched his nose, the musk finally getting to him. He had just sweated a puddle, so it was fair to assume the following scent wouldn’t be too pleasant. With little thought, he dashed for his bathroom, needing to get cleaned up before going out. The shower was very quick, though it’s not to say that he was not clean when he left it. It was an ability of his to take a five or less minute shower, and all contaminants being washed off, left with some scent. Today, he decided on an earthy scent, a bit of citrus and honeydew to erase the smelly thoughts of before the shower. He glanced down to the floor of his room, noticing that it too had a bit of his sweat on it. “Heh, I think I should clean that up soon.” He was not too sure on the make-up of the ship, but it was possible that it could lead to rust or something of that sort. He gazed around the room, looking for something that would help clean up the watery mess, but found nothing of the sort. Shrugging, he threw his towel onto the area, scooting his foot atop of the cloth to pick it up. Sure, it was a bit lazier than actually getting down and doing it himself, but he didn’t feel like going back to the shower because of it. Once he was finished, he threw the towel onto one of the chairs that sat in his quarters, moving over to this wardrobe. While he was never a fan of the whole skin-tight, ultra-revealing bodysuits, he couldn’t deny that they did help in combat. His out bodysuit was a rich brown color, though was much different than the stereotype. Instead of his entire body below his neck being covered, it was sleeveless, giving him a wider range of motion for his arms. It was a small area that was exposed, however, as his had long gloves of similar material over the majority of his arms. Fumbling into the body suit – he never was quite assimilated with getting into it – Xavier looked at the second half of his outfit. Being the weaponsmaster of the crew, it was safe to assume that he was going to be one of the more heavily armed of the group. The next component was a series of plates and armor that would cover certain sections of his person, such as his legs, his back, and his arms. Being that he was not leaving into combat, he decided against it, since he might be viewed as an aggressive person. Xavier was never hostile, even if he did like to blow objects to smithereens with an almost obsessive desire. With the friendly image on his objective, he grabbed a long tealish blue and black scarf, wrapping it around the lower portion of his face, shielding his mouth from view. It really served no purpose other than it looked cool. With everything in order, he left his room for the day, wondering there was anyone awake yet. Walking down the corridor with relative slowness, he took in the sights around him. He hadn’t paid too much attention when he first left room, but now that he wasn’t in a rush to find another person to converse with, it was a bit more relaxed. Although he had been up at an early time, he had studied the schematics of the ship, focusing on the artillery and armoury. It seemed capable, with an armament that was enough to probably put a dent in a planet before depleting the ammunition, but he wouldn’t be able to say until he had actually used it in combat. He grinned brightly, the idea of being able to destroy something via cannons and high-powered rays being very much exciting. But there was time for that later, now he had to go see this crew and make sure he didn’t get on the bad side of them. He wasn’t fond of being on a trip with people that already hated him from the get-go. Inside of the lift he walked, turning about with his arms crossed over his chest. “Hey ’puter, go to the Main Deck.” Maybe he should have been a little more formal with his speech when it came to the ship’s computer. It was not a thought-provoking matter, as the lift began to rise, showing the confirmation of his request. Reaching the central deck, he sought out the first signs of life, ready to attack them with his barrage of friendliness. Unfortunately for him, though probably luckily for the target of his affection, there was no one in sight, including the minor crew members. It was a bit odd, to say the least. Shrugging, he stepped off of the lift, heading in no particular direction. If there were people on this level, then they’d end up in one of two places: the mess hall or the bridge. Xavier was delighted when a bland sign pointed him in the direction of the two places. Now, he had to decide which way to travel. “Since I’m sure no one’s eating, I’m going with the bridge.” Nodding in agreement to his assumption, he followed the path towards the right, bobbing his head left to right, feeling a bit giddy towards meeting his new crewmates. Maybe they loved to watch things explode or disintegrate like he did? Oh, that would be the best of days. A large door sat in front of him, sliding with no notion from him. Inside, he noticed the sight of three women, each one apparently having a different quality that stuck out. One was a pinkette, another was wearing a bodysuit much like his own, though missing sections in different areas, and the final being more toned than he’d imagine. He stepped inside, the door sliding close behind him; with a wave of his hand, he smiled. “Yo.” A large, dark figure stood in front of Xavier with glowing red pupils. A bright red flash jumped out at Xavier and that was the last anyone had every seen of the young man. "Vwell, that concludes out little episode of your base. Xavier was supposed to be a good little soldier, but his time came vwell before intended. But do not think of it as wrong because if it were not for us, you would have never been created. Just wireds and hardware. Now you are a industructable being of destruction. Mvahaha!," he adjusted his spectacle once again," Now come to me my little one. Come, come fast, find me and unlock your secrets," exclaimed the mad man over the device before the screen turned black. "Hmph, this idiot. I do not have time for his games. Guess I should go give him and the Red Ribbon Army a visit though. Ha. I wouldn't want them to find me old, and decide to scrap me. Just will have to take care of them," Duos said to himself as he crossed his arms and flew off in the direction of the Red Ribbon Base.
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Posted: Tue Jan 11, 2011 6:38 pm
Zehl
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Zehl took a bit of time to wander around the academy after having a sleep to recover from his first day of training. His first goal was finding the academy dining area, and managed to pass that task with flying colors in addition to eagerly consuming a few bowls of food.
His wandering continued for some time after that too. It seemed that the place was always busy, students and instructors milling about back and forth from different areas. There was a lot to take in after missing a bunch his first day thanks to that rather weird instructor.
After a short time, Zehl found himself outside what looked like an instruction room. He opened the door and wandered in, assuming that people were pretty free to come and go as they pleased. Judging from the person in a blue training suit, another person facing the instructor, and a bunch of students, he assumed it was probably an open instruction. He walked onto the blue mat with his hands behind his head. It looked a bit like a sparring mat actually, or he guessed it was.
He remained standing despite the fact that everyone save for the instructor and other student were sitting. He just watched the scene silently for the moment and sort of wondered exactly what was going on. Perhaps the instructor was going to fight the student?... Or maybe the student just gave a challenge and the instructor was deciding upon if he would fight the student himself or get another student to fight first as a test maybe.
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Posted: Tue Jan 11, 2011 7:14 pm
 Anima walked into the dojo, looking around with narrowed eyes. There were already a pretty large number of people, both students and instructors, present. She could almost feel greed of varying levels pouring off of them like light from a flame. Shaking her head slightly, she moved into position, at the end of one of the loose rows that had formed. She slowly clenched and unclenched a fist, trying to force herself to relax and ignore what she was feeling. Already, the instructor had began their lecture, speaking of what would be expected of them this day. More basic drills in combat, they were to partner up, to try some mock combat. Full strikes were expressly forbidden, this was not a time to try pummeling one another. This was merely to get used to some of the basic moves that might be encountered in combat. She flexed her arms, feeling the muscles limber up. This could be entertaining, or it could be frustrating. Not being allowed to smack whoever her opponent would be would be an annoyance, but she still felt capable and believed in her natural skills. After all, she had a tail. Those who didn't always underestimated that appendage, though it was just there for looks. She could show them just how wrong they were, if she was allowed to actually strike. But no. She could feel herself getting excited, and tried to rein in her enthusiasm. She moved forward to one of the unoccupied fighting rings, and stepped into it. It was a basic design, simply a white ring approximately thirty feet wide, with two small squares near either end, for the two combatants to start at. She moved to the closest, giving a bow of respect to the ring for what would happen next. She squared her shoulders as she slipped into a more comfortable stance, only then looking up to see if her opponent had arrived. They had, and her eyes narrowed as she felt the stronger than average greed emanating from them. It was a male, likely in the upper teens, though more muscular than others of that age. It seemed he was a human, which didn't surprise her. Humans were one of the worst examples of greed she had yet to discover. He wore a basic gi, though there was gold trim at the edges of the sleeves and legs. She suspected it was real gold, he had the air of the wealthy. She could see him sneer as he looked at her, it was obvious he was expecting her to be hideously weak, like other so-called 'lesser' beings. She knew she could get in trouble, but his arrogance and greed grated on her nerves savagely, and she knew she'd have to hit him at least once. But for now, she held herself still, motionless as she waited for the instructor to begin the exercise. When the word finally came, she opened her eyes, her pupils dilating as she drew her full focus onto her opponent. He had approached slowly, in a weaving stance that would look more natural on a boxer than a martial artist. True, they hadn't had much training yet, but going into a stance like that? Foolhardy. She sprang forward, her talons biting small chips out of the wooden floor. When she was only a few feet away from him, she planted one foot firmly onto the ground before pivoting, spinning around with her fixed leg as the fulcrum as her other leg was raised and angled out, in what could have been a nasty hit, were it to connect. For now, she wouldn't hit him, she just wanted to test his reflexes. Surprisingly, he hopped back, easily avoiding her kick by almost a full foot of space. She withdrew her leg, and then sprang forward again, shifting into an attack with both arms raised to middle guard. If he wanted to move like a boxer, then she would test him as a boxer. She closed the distance and began throwing a volley of punches. Some precise, others barely more than wild haymakers. Her opponent, the smug grin never leaving his face, deflected them one after another. Finally, her attack rhythm faltered as she had to shift her stance, and he went on the attack. His first strike was a straight right, his fist aimed right for her face. She whipped her head back, unsure of how close it would have gotten if she hadn't. This only made him laugh, before he ducked in close once more and lashed out with a powerful strike toward her unprotected gut. She could feel the wind of his fist, but the blow never touched her. For now, at least, he was following the rules. Somehow, that surprised her. She had expected an arrogant fellow like him to not consider himself affected by rules given by those who didn't deem important enough. (827 - 800 for zeni for Yamcha's Sword)
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Posted: Tue Jan 11, 2011 7:38 pm
Though as her opponent began to move, Sylra knew they had some sort of interesting plan headed her way. Of course she was not expecting a close range blast of Ki headed right into her stomach from her opponent's feet. This blast would send her shooting upwards into the air, and perhaps even damaging her body, although this would not be readily noticeable by her opponent. As she is launched into the air, Sylra spins as well as she can despite the force that is throwing her upwards, this spin would bring her to be facing her opponent with her left side, her left arm shooting downwards in order to register and launch her own blast of Ki energy downwards at her entrapped opponent. With the launch of this blast of Ki energy, she seemed to appear directly above Nyx, though standing. And be in the air at the same time. Before the Sylra in the air seemed to flicker and vanish. The use of the After Image technique allowing for her to move swiftly to another location, in order to continue her attack the way she wanted to. Twirling her body slightly, she raises her right leg and then slams down her heel with her leg straight aiming to knock her opponent further into the ground with the full force of her weight, and the strength backed behind this odd kick she was dishing out onto her opponent. Whether or not the kick landed, she would be following through by using that foot she hit the ground with as a lever, to which she would bend her knee and then push up, launching her body backwards now, and kicking forwards with her left leg, in order to kick her opponent a second time while sending herself flying backwards with the sheer force of the second kick.
[307+78=385]
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Posted: Wed Jan 12, 2011 10:41 am
 Nyx Solo ~ Kame House student At least her idea had worked and sent Sylra flying. Of course Nyx was sure it hurt the other in some way and she felt bad about that. While the other was up in the air, the cat started to pull her arm out of the ground. It was hard since the cyborg really lodged it into the ground but Nyx was making progress. With the other aiming to fire a ki blast down at her, the cat was rushed to yank her arm out. When the ki blast launched, Nyx just managed to yank her arm out of the rock and put up a ki shield.
The ki shield was only kept up temporarily, Nyx dropping her focus on that to find Sylra. With her Ki sense, she turned in time to see a weird kick coming her way. The natural reaction was to raise her arm but the other's weighted metal body still hurt like crazy. It hurt her arms and then a kick suddenly coming upwards hit her in the jaw and sent her back on her rear. Grinning a bit she said "You're good."Quote: --Stats-- Strength: 4 Speed: 6 Defense: 4 Power Level: 2 Ki Points: 3000Zeni: 0 ((Last Post: Last Page)) ((Word Count: 189)) ((Word Total: 405)) ((Tricks Learned: None))
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Posted: Wed Jan 12, 2011 11:05 am
Loko Telsho walked into the academy quite calmly, quietly. He was a new member to this fightig series and looked handsome but his style of dressing and look of appearence was rather epic to say the least. It was also very intense in the same way, her wore black shades over his eyes and had a sword, or katana, as often is called, strapped onto this back with the belt coming and connecting onto the front of his chest. He came here and looked at his instructor, " I'm here to learn how to use flight." he said as the instructor had simply nodded and continued eating raw fish from a bowl. Loko looked at him impateintly, while he was chaotic good, he was extremely inpatient, which was one of his flaws. He stood and the instructor told him to focus his kii on his feet and imagine being weightless like a bird or something. Loko sighed and tried, he did and he actually floated a bit, he loved it and was instantly able to do it, after he did it he sat down and begun snacking on a soda. While he was drinking the soda. The instructor sat down and crossed his legs Indian style, beginning to chow down more on his noodles, He told Loko he should eat, Loko sighed and begun eating a small salad, something that was healthy and didn't kill anything, he was a vegetarian and loved fruit, he was a loose vegetarian meaning sometime he ate meat but not always. More the. Often he ate meat. But not always, in fact usually never. He then stood up and worked on flying again, he flew with ease and felt just fine, his instructor told him how much of a natural he was, Loko then explained to him that he was a Sayian-Hybrid, not a humN which is why he was so naturally gifted was that it was more then likely just pure. Genetics. Pure and simple, plain and obvious.
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Posted: Wed Jan 12, 2011 1:31 pm
☽ℜ σ ѕ α ℓ ї α ☾ xxxxxxxxxxxxxxHuman Student of Ansatsuken Dojo  Walking with no hesitation into the dojo of the city, some heads turned at the strange appearance of Rosalia; some wondered if she was a demon, but it wasn't so much as that. Her sister just happened to accidently made her this way with one of her machines. Perhaps the wings were a lot to take in, but instead of being a hindrance, she used them as a way to lure her opponents into thinking she was as innocent as her appearance gave.
And she was far from being innocent, as she would right away show her opponents how well she could fight even if they were stronger than her.
Blinking as the sun's rays hit her eyes from some of the windows, she glanced around and took in the scene. Leaning against an wall of the building, she merely watched and observed. It seemed everyone here were strong fighters. The ones she was most weary of were the Saiyan-hyrids and non-humans, though not in a way as afraid; simply knowing that they would be stronger than a good majority of humans was all she was weary of. At least she greets them easily enough if any were curious enough to come over and say an hello. But her face was impassive at the moment, simply wondering of what today would bring. There were no instructors nearby, so she would wait for one.
Still thinking of things that weren't quite relevant to what was going on around her, she glanced down at the small music player she usually carried around with her, one of the earpieces still in her ears. Sometimes she was strange as to listen to that little thing when she was training, but then again, her best strength was speed and agility, not strength of muscles or defense. She usually had to be careful in her battles with other students, because a few years back landed her a broken rib from one good punch from someone pretty much stronger than her.
Looking back up, she watched as a few students chattered and some others engaging in mock battles. They seemed to be enjoying themselves, at least. But many were certainly arrogant. 'Most likely the Saiyan-Hybrid is going to be the instructor's worst student,' she thought to herself as she spotted the pair somewhere nearby, frowning lightly. She knew that they were any instructor's nightmare, seeing as they were arrogant and filled to the brim with pride. Shaking her head lightly to herself, she merely watched yet again, not joining in just yet.
Evidently though, she eventually decided to return back to her own dojo; she would return soon enough to the West Acemady school. Several people looked like great opponents. With a sigh as she moved away from the wall, she walked through the doors and took flight with her wings, leaving only a breeze from her departing.
Character's Current Theme Song
The Poet and the Pendulum Quote: --Stats--
Strength: 3
Speed: 8
Defense: 1
Power Level: 4
Ki Points: 300 Points
Zeni: 0
--Current Abilities--
Custom;
Soltice, 800-1200 Ki Points {depends on the time of day}
Learned;
Lightening Resurrection, 800 Ki Points Word Count:: 481, first post
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Posted: Wed Jan 12, 2011 3:10 pm
Yuri looked at the instructor with a slight smirk on his face, and nodded at him. Yuri took no stance, and simply stood in front of the instructor with his arms crossed. The instructor however, was doing a multitude of stances, waving his arms around, jumping, and spinning while kicking. Was he being serious? Apparently so, because he seemed extremely focused on his martial... arts poses? yuri had about had enough, and decided to interrupt his "teacher".
"Excuse me! Are you quite finished? I'd like to get this over with."
Apparently the instructor had been in his own little world of martial arts, because halfway through one of his jumps he had what looked like a heart attack and plummeted to the floor landing face first, a** up. He immediately jumped to his feet, and struck a pose. yuri started to chuckled, and his arms dropped from their place.
"You can't be serious! This is what you are teaching these moronic humans? No wonder the original Saiyans destroyed your civilizations with ease!"
"Gah! You can't insult me like that! I am your instructor! I normally would not hurt a mere child, but I have no choice. I will show you what I have been holding back for years!"
The instructor lunged at Yuri like the portly at the rectionist desk chasing a delicious cake. Yuri simply side stepped the man, and stuck his foot out and tripped the man in the blink of an eye. The instructor tried to catch himself, but ended up jumping over one student and body slamming another. Yuri burst out laughing, and noticed a student standing up staring at the ceiling. He stopped, and pointed to him.
"You there. Boy standing up. Come here for a moment."
The boy had been in a daze, apparently dreaming of something, and then walked over, his hands behind his head the entire time. As soon as he reached Yuri, the instructor jumped to his feet, and ran over towards the two boys.
"There will be no fighting in my dojo! Unless I say so!"
"Shut up you oaf! We weren't fighting! And if you- hold on. Did you call this a dojo? Nevermind. I called this boy to me to prove a point. I say he could beat you with his hands behind his head like that. And I mean a real fight. I think you're a pushover, and he will be my bet against you."
Yuri stared at the instructor, and folded his arms once more, and smiled. The boy he called said nothing, and just looked back and forth between Yuri and the instructor. He seemed like a mute, or he was just aloof. Either way, he simply stood there in complience.
"Well, how about it, 'sensei'?" Think you can beat a child who isn't using his hands?"
The instructor seem baffled, and insulted at the same time. He said nothing, and a few beads of sweat started to drip down his forehead from under his headband, and his glasses slipped down his nose a little bit. Yuri stared at him, and waited for his response.Quote: Words: 520 Total: 607 + 520 = 1127
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Posted: Wed Jan 12, 2011 4:52 pm
Zehl
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Zehl glanced back and forth between the other student standing in front of the class and the instructor who seemed to act a lot like the one he had seen, jumping around, and doing weird poses. The student started to speak, proclaiming something about someone called "Say-in" or something like that anyway. He wasn't planning on being involved in the rather humorous scene.
Of course, that was exactly what ended up happening anyway. He heard the other student call for him and faced him with a blink before listening to the little challenge. Apparently the other student wanted him to fight the instructor. He frowned a bit when he heard the guidelines of the challenge and finally said, "Fine, I'll do it... But if I win..." He looked at the other student and pointed towards him. "...You have to fight me to without the handicap... Oh, and stop calling me 'Boy.' I'm 21 years old."
Zehl walked out into the ring to wait for the instructor, his hands still behind his head. He bent to each side a bit to loosen up some before waiting. He had been told by the other instructor to try and participate in some other fights for practice. This was a start at least.
"Well, I'm waiting and ready whenever you are, Mr. Instructor. And like I said, if I win, I get a match against you next... 'Boy...'" The young man said to the other student with a grin. "And I won't call you that again as long as you stop, like I said... Just had to get a bit of payback for the first time."
(771 + 272 = 1043)
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Posted: Wed Jan 12, 2011 7:25 pm
Anima narrowed her eyes as she slowly circled around her opponent. She realized she didn't even know his name, then realized she didn't even care. She moved from foot to foot easily, sliding in slow, graceful steps that seemed incongruous with her draconian heritage. Her opponent maintained their boxer's stance, shifting rapidly from foot to foot, almost hopping as they mirrored her own movements, circling in the opposite direction. His smirk never faltered, even now he still seemed to feel complete confidence in his eventual success. The two of them were so focused on their match that neither even heard of acknowledged the instructor when he called for everyone to stop. Several more attempts and the instructor relented. Instead, he ordered them to their sides of the ring, it was time for an actual match. Since they seemed so intent on finishing their match, they had volunteered. Neither of them protested this, in fact, both seemed more eager than ever to continue. They both prepared, knowing that once their match started again, it would be much more serious, that there would be no further leniency. Any mistake either made, would be capitalized.upon in an instant. Finally, the order to begin was issued, the instructor throwing his hand down as he hurried back out of the way. Anima rushed forward once more, in a move almost identical to her first attack. She closed the distance quickly, stomping down as she got close, and pivoted on one foot. The other rose up and lashed out with a savage kick, quicker than before. But just like before, her foot only struck air, as her opponent pulled back just enough to avoid it. He began a counterattack, lashing out with an arm in a downward hammer-blow aimed at her leg. If it struck, it would hit her in the knee, and definitely slow her down. But her foot was already moving past him, like she had never expected her kick to land. She felt the wind of his strike, the gust of displaced air telling her she had only just avoided it. It seemed the two of them had both avoided each other's attacks again. Or had they? She continued her spin, and her tail lashed out swiftly, delivering a stinging strike to her opponent's forearm. Her tail was pretty strong, composed almost purely of muscle and bone. And with the added momentum from her spin and charge, it was a blow as strong as any other she could lash out with, if not more. He cried out in pain, pulling his arm back reflexively to his chest. Anime didn't follow up her attack, she dropped into a crouch and sprang away from him, landing nimbly before turning back to face him once more. Finally his smirk had faded, finally he seemed to realize this was actually a serious match. He shook out his arm a little, a grimace showing that the pain was still there. She'd have to keep that in mind, if she could continue to attack that same spot, she could potentially drive him into giving up. Of course, he would be aware of that, and go out of his way to protect his arm. Either way, the damage was done, now was a prime opportunity for her to attack once more, press her advantage. She shifted into an aggressive stance and rushed to close the distance between them again. He was ready for this, and rushed to meet her. The two seemed on a collision course, his good arm raised with fist tightly clenched, her arms both pointing down and forward. Her stance's purpose only became apparent once she had almost reached him, she pushed herself forward, dropping rapidly to the floor before planting her feet onto the floor, and then springing off to lash out with both feet aimed directly for her opponent's chest. Unfortunately, even as rapid as her move was, it was not quite quick enough. She felt a solid push against her legs, as her opponent simply dodged to the side before shoving against her legs with his good arm. Off balance, she crashed to the floor, feeling a sharp wave of pain for a moment. She recovered quickly enough, but by the time she had, her opponent was already rushing her, looming over her as he drew back a fist for a left hook. (740 plus 27 plus 982 is 1749 words out of 2700)
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Posted: Thu Jan 13, 2011 9:44 am
Shirubā Hoippu  Shirubā went into the academy hopefully. He had went away to actually hone his skills, with his father accompanying him, as it would be better to train with him. "If I want to be as strong a Saiyan as my father," he thought, "I have to master these techniques fast." He saw that others were here training. His eyes scanned the area before he turned his father. "You ready?" he asked, backing up to give him room. Shirubā nodded and his father turned to lead him outside, behind the academy. "We'll start with the most basic technique of all," he started, "Raising and lowering your ki. Allow me to demonstrate." He then pulled his arms in. Suddenly, Shirubā felt a slight shake. His father was now covered in a yellow aura. "That's how you do it," he said. "You'll also be learning to suppress your power, like this." The yellow aura suddenly disappeared. "Let's see what you can do," he said. "Give it a go." Shirubā nodded and began concentrating, spreading his legs apart, tucking in his arms, clinching his fists, tightening his arms, and pushing his stomach downward, as he thought it would help. He struggled like this for a while before he looked to his father. "This isn't working," he said. His father scratched his head. "I thought it wouldn't," he said. "You'll have to gather up your strength first. Spar with me to do so." He then took out his Chokuto. Shirubā stood up and took out his katana. "Come at me with all you got," his father said. Shirubā nodded dashed his way, aiming an uppercut slash at him. His father blocked it with his blade and forced their weapons to the ground with a powerful thrust. Shirubā quickly retaliated by aiming a high kick to his face. His father blocked it with his right hand and grabbed his leg, swinging him away. Shirubā flopped across the floor and then picked himself up. "Well done," he then said with a smile, putting away the weapon. Shirubā looked at him curiously. "But I didn't do anything," he said. His father disagreed. "You learned to properly use your ki," he said, "See for yourself. Try to raise your ki." Shirubā scratched his head, but got into his previous position. Suddenly, he actually felt something inside, yet it was small. A small spark of aura then came out, but quickly retreated. "You see," his father said with a smile. "Now you must train harder to master the technique and even learn the alternative, surpressing your ki. Onto the next lesson." (341 + 90 = 431)
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Posted: Thu Jan 13, 2011 10:18 am
Anima saw the fist descending toward her, and she knew there wouldn't be time to dodge out of the way. Instead, she braced herself for the impact, raising both arms into a defense, crossed at the forearms. The blow hit and drove her down to one knee, her arms numb from the impact. He was strong! She rolled back, biting back a curse of pain as she forced her hands to work in helping her get to her feet once more. Her opponent stayed right after her, rushing in her wake and winding up for another blow. She wasn't going to give him that chance! This time, rather than moving her arms up to the defense, she readied herself, watching his movements closely. When his fist drew close, she lashed out and grabbed on to his wrist, before pulling back sharply. This seemed to catch him by surprise, as he lost balance quickly, even as she pulled even further, enough to actually throw him over her shoulder. She heard the impact as he landed, and got to her feet, breathing hard as she turned to face him. He had landed on his back, and was still there, it seemed she had stunned him, literally. She needed a moment to marshal her resources, otherwise she would have rushed in to continue her attack. That moment of rest cost her, however, as by the time she was ready to continue, so was he. He was weaving even more than before, but his eyes were clear, he wasn't out of it yet. There was still more to this fight. Neither of them had noticed it, but the rest of the class had gathered around their ring, watching closely as the two fought in earnest. Even the instructor had given up on trying to keep the other students at work, and let them watch, considering it a good example. Both for good ways to take advantage of openings in battle, and also to just see what might be expected of them in battle. Anima glared as she sank into a defensive crouch. She had had success when she had parried and redirected his last attack, maybe defense really was the best offense? So she watched, and waited, circling silently, moving from foot to foot as she kept a close eye on her opponent. If his arrogance was still in effect, he wouldn't be able to wait too long, so she just needed to wait him out. And there! He was rushing toward her now, his feet pounding out a staccato rhythm on the floor as he charged. She readied herself for the attack, watching closely to try to read his intentions enough to be able to block or parry his attack. Another punch? No! She could tell by the way he was carrying himself, even with his arm raised, it would just be a feint. She loosened her guard somewhat, moving her arms as if preparing for a punch anyways. Her opponent stopped just as he moved within range, and the sudden movement of his arm almost tricked her into thinking it wasn't a feint after all. But no, she kept her eyes opened and saw as he raised a foot to stomp toward her, aimed right at her bent knee. This time, she was ready for him, this time, she lashed out with a counter attack. Even as his foot rushed down toward her leg, she sprang up, actually jumping up into the air and forward, bringing her knee up, the same knee he had been targeting, bringing it up quickly as it moved on a collision course with his face. She felt the impact, heard the crunch as her knee met his face with bruising force. Soundlessly, he stumbled back, though he didn't fall. The moment of impact had robbed Anima's momentum, she fell lightly back to the floor, still facing him. She watched curiously to see if he would fall, but no. He just reached up and used a forearm to wipe the blood from his broken nose from his face. He had to be in pain, but he didn't look like it, he had gone silent, even the arrogant smirk from his face now vanished. He brought both arms up into an aggressive stance as he darted in once more. Anima kept her distance this time, knowing that right after being struck, most fighters grew stronger in a thirst for vengeance. So she stepped back and to the side quickly, keeping at least a few yards between them at all times. This delaying action seemed to have some effect on her opponent, his expression changed, into one of anger. Good, if he got angry, he'd get sloppy. Stronger, too, perhaps, but if he was careless, that wouldn't matter. She continued to dodge and sidestep, before finally feeling she had waited long enough. She kept moving as if she was going to keep avoiding him, though she had already begun to put together a plan for what to do on his next charge. If he went with the same pattern he had used up until now, it would simply be another charge as he raised a fist to lash out at her. She had already seen through a feint once, so he was more likely than not to commit to a punch rather than feinting yet again. It was simple nature, if a trick failed on it's first attempt, the user would lose confidence in it and be very unlikely to try it again in the same session. And then, he was charging again. She made as if to keep dodging, but instead dropped low, very low. She waited until the last possible second, and then lashed out, springing up as she raised a tightly clenched fist aimed squarely for his chin in a crude but effective uppercut. She felt it make contact, but not full contact. Only a graze. She glared at that, but paused when she realized his reaction. Even with just a graze, it seemed her punch had had some effect, he had flinched, aborting his own attack as he had whipped his head back in a reflex action that would have been too late to avoid the blow, if it had been a full one. She knew that this was a golden opportunity she couldn't afford to pass up, she was beginning to get tired. She rushed in, straightening up before tucking her arm into her side and pointing her shoulder at him. She pushed hard against him as she felt her shoulder impact his chest, and the body check hit, sending him back down to the floor with a thud. She moved closer, watching to see if he still had the strength to get up. She was ready this time, if he tried to get up, she'd be there to send him right back down again. It seemed he could sense this, and sighed before making a motion with his hand that was as eloquent as any words could be. Surrender. Anima sighed with relief, her shoulders slumping as she began to let her tension bleed away. She was still breathing hard, she felt like doing nothing more than cleaning up and then taking a three-day nap. She did have some new respect for her opponent, though. He hadn't been nearly as weak as she had expected. It seemed he had had his eyes opened as well. So when she grudgingly offered him a hand to help him up, he took it after only a moment's hesitation. They locked eyes for a moment before nodding and releasing each others hand. This wasn't finished, one day, they would have a rematch. He wouldn't give up on payback, and she would welcome his challenge. She headed back to her side of the ring, her limbs beginning to feel heavy as she took her place and bowed to the ring and the instructor. Her opponent did the same, before they were released for the day. They had done a full day's worth of practice in that fight, and she was shocked to discover that it had only lasted half an hour. Now that she had the rest of the day to herself, she quickly left the dojo, eager to get away from the crowd and let her calm return. The constant sensation of the greed emanating from the others had begun to give her a headache, like listening to too-loud music for too long. So she would make sure that once she was freshened up, she'd put some serious distance between her and everyone else. Both physical and otherwise. (1461 plus 1749 is 3210 words out of 2700)
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Posted: Thu Jan 13, 2011 11:06 am
Shirubā Hoippu Shirubā felt that last hit take affect. "That hurt ya' know," he said angrily. His father smiled. "Your next lessons will utilize your ki charge ability," he said. "You now will learn the ability of flight." Shirubā jumped up enthusiastically. "You mean I'll be able to fly like a bird," he said happily. "Show me how!" His father laughed to himself and looked up into the sky. Suddenly, he began rising from the ground. He then levitated in the air over him. "Now you try," he said, descending down. "Focus your ki into your feet and before you know it, you'll be in the air." Shirubā nodded and got into position. He concentrate hard, but all that came was the spark of white ki. Shirubā tried his best to push himself off the ground. He even resulted to fooling himself, looking upwards and imagining himself going into the air. Suddenly, he felt himself rise in a small jump. His father took out his weapon. "More sparring," he said with a smile. "And this time, I'll actually come at you." Shirubā nodded and took out his sword, standing up. His father then dashed his way, attempting a downward slash. Shirubā quickly blocked the attack with his katana, but was surprised when he was pushed a distance. He shook his head and dashed toward his father. Shirubā quickly jumped into the air and tried to aim a spinning kick at him. His father blocked the attack with an x-shaped shield he made with his arms. Shirubā quickly swung his katana his way. His father blocked it with his blade, which he still had in his right hand. Shirubā was surprised at this and pushed off of him. However, his father then dashed his way as he was flying, swinging his Chokuto his way. Shirubā had flipped off of him, so he had only one chance to block the attack. He then swung his weapon his fathers way. His father leaned back to dodge the attack and kicked Shirubā upwards with his leg, sending him straight into the air. He then dashed toward him, flying into the air, and tried to slash him. Shirubā had then regained control and swung his blade to block the attack. His father then put a powerful force onto his Chokuto, causing it to send Shirubā flying. However, Shirubā also began to plummet. He saw that he was high up, so this would cause extreme pain. Shirubā quickly charged up his ki and tried to force it to his feet. He soon came close to the ground. Suddenly, he stopped falling. His eyes were closed so he could concentrate harder. He opened them and saw that he was floating just inches away from the ground. Shirubā smiled, as he was flying. He then pushed his ki to his feet and ascended upwards. "Looks like you've gained the ability of flight," his father said with a smile. "Train hard and you'll be able to fly without trying. Onto the next lesson." They then both descended to the ground. (509 words)
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Posted: Thu Jan 13, 2011 12:49 pm
Anima let the towel fall into the dirty linen hamper, and quickly dressed in a spare set of clothes. As usual, she didn't bother with shoes, her talons having proven very hard on the confining objects. A hot shower had helped to take the edge off her irritation, now she just had to get out of the building and she'd be able to really unwind/ Thankfully most of the students were still attending lessons, so her trek was undisturbed. The sun was still shining, she could feel it's warmth as she headed toward a nearby grove of trees. The same one she had spent time in earlier, there was a perfect place to lay down and simply enjoy the peace and quiet of nature. As she entered it, she could hear the faint sounds of nature, the birds chirping and the faint but unmistakable sound of a nearby creek or stream. Finding her desired location, she sank into a cross-legged position, arms resting above her knees as she began her resting by meditating. If she focused and rid herself of more of her irritation now, then her time spent simply resting would be that much more restful. Her eyes closed, while her face remained turned to a small patch of sunlight that shone down on her. She thought back to how the fight had went, mistakes she had made, other options she could have taken. She hadn't done a horrible job, but she had expected, demanded, more of herself. She, as a Dragon, had a certain level to uphold, a certain standard she had to maintain. Not winning against that human had been an irritant, and while she could still respect his skill, it bothered her. But no, she had to stop thinking like that, if she kept dwelling on her performance, she wouldn't be able to calm down enough to truly unwind. So she let out a large sigh, and visualized all of her anger and frustration leaving her along with that breath of air. She felt hollow for a moment as her emotions began to refill the newly created void. With her emotions lowered, she felt ready. Opening her eyes, she took a cautious look around before letting a hesitant smile come across her face. She wouldn't dare to smile in public, she had to maintain that strong facade. But here? Alone, save for nature? She could let the walls come down, she could simply relax and enjoy herself, let the peace mellow her spirit and take away the guilt over what and who she was. As one of the Shadow dragons, she was created by, and for, negative aspects of the world. That meant, by nature, she was evil. But who had asked her if that's what she wanted to be? She would be just as happy living a life of peace, maybe as a gardener or farmer? She sighed as she let herself flop back against the ground, the feel of soft grass against her back simultaneously soothing and ticklish. She moved her arms, simply letting them slide against the grass, encountering a few leaves here and there, as she luxuriated in nature's splendor. Here, greed was kept in check, nature was not greedy. It was eat or be eaten, but nothing more than that. Wild animals were not greedy, they did what they did out of necessity. That was a bastion of peace to her, when she needed to escape from the heavy concentrations of greed in civilized locations, nature was the perfect antidote. She must have been comfortable, for only a moment later, she closed her eyes once more, and her breathing slowed. She had fallen asleep! Thankfully, no dreams plagued her sleep, she simply rested, mind undisturbed by troubling dreams. Normally, whenever she dreamed, it was focused purely on her 'mission', that of punishing the greed of the world. So this reprieve was welcome, an absence of duty, of responsibility. Time seemed to pass rapidly as she slept, and once she finally awoke, the sun had already begun to sink below the horizon, night was upon the land. She yawned and stretched as she got to her feet, dusting herself off. Her tail flicked as she did so, the muscles in it tightening before loosening up. She let her arms fall loosely at her sides as she sighed, feeling refreshed from her time away from it all. She had to head back, but all that was left in the day was the evening meal and returning to her quarters for the night. No surprise that she was one of the few who had elected to room alone. While it was frowned upon as an unwillingness to work together with others, the instructors wouldn't punish those who chose such an arrangement. After all, there were pairings where sharing a room could be problematic at best. Like if someone who needed to look at the moon for their own purpose had to share a room with a Saiyan-Hybrid. So allowances were made, ones which she eagerly took advantage of. Her meal was simple, as was the same for all the students. Barring special dietary concerns, they were each granted similar meals. Sparse, frugal, but filling. No seasoning to speak of, as part of the dojo's tenets stated that meals were required to keep the body in working order, and nothing more. A small dispenser of salt was the only allowed addition. But this did not bother her, she could handle such fare. It was filling enough, and that was all that was required of it. Once her meal was finished, she made to head toward her room and retire for the night, but one of the instructors caught her eye and beckoned her to follow them. Curious, she nodded, and fell in step behind them. (982 plus 3210 is 4192 words out of 2700)
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