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Emma thought about it for a little bit and shrugged. "Sure, why not? I can postpone my training for just a little while longer..." Emma said with a doll-like smile, zero emotion was in it, but she was happy or else she wouldn't even be smiling. "After you."

Emma followed closely after.[/exit]

"It's ok Imogen I know what you mean, they have my guitar." Lauren stares Imogen in the eyes and shows great pain for having lost it. Her bruises on her chest begin to welt up the burns peeling away skin. Lauren is cut up pretty badly and yet she wishes to train. "Just let me train so I don't end up in the way again."

Lauren sits down and reads the first of the skills she must know, which is her main style. She injected it and she might as well learn to control it, like she earlier promised Imogen she would. [1/6] With no time to waste she continues to read deeper into this idea of ki, and how one can best release it into the air.[2/6] Taking deep breaths she stands up and readies herself. she focuses on releasing her energy into the area around her to try and feel the sound waves. She feels a pulse. A beating, something rather irrational but systematic.[3/6] Shifting her weight Lauren feels a shift in sound and yet still doesn't quite understand how to shift this sound further. She walks upon the sand and probably looks a lunatic for the way she is hearing is completely different than usual. [4/6] Shaken up and stirred Lauren finds her center and focuses on a rock being beaten upon by the tide the beating and rythmatic movement is perfect. She is able to focus on the tide and focus the sound of the wave splashing against the rock. She hears it as if it is right next to her[5/6] Grinning Lauren looks at the people that gawked at Imogen and her bruises. A good scare is in order. "Hope this works." Lauren focuses her ki into the surrounding area and again focuses on the rock being beaten upon by a wave. Making it seem like the sound was really coming from behind the beach goers, many scramble to their feet thinking they were about to be hit by a random side wave. Lauren giggles and claps her hands together before getting it together and knowing she isn't done. There is so much more training needed. [6/6]

This is: the basic skill for learning any sound style skills. It IS necessary for you to learn this skill before learning any other stages.

Sound control (Skill thanks to Snuff)
E-ranked
The user focuses Ki into the air, and attempts to shift the sound waves created by all things. Once mastered, the user can redirect sounds to mimic ventriloquism.

A hut in the distance catches Laurens eye as she sits down and reads the next chapter in learning her style.[1/6] Unluckily this stage requires two things Lauren doesn't have...a sealed place to be and an instrument. So she takes a nice brisk walk over to the hut she saw in the distance, it seems a bit secluded. [2/6] Finding alcohol in the hut, rum of all sorts it seems a beach lived here. A ukalele still slightly cold from the thaw...this place must of been abondaned during the freeze. Lauren sits down and pulls out the one thing the men couldn't take from her...her music. An mp3 player stashed in her panties with small earbud headphones. She kept those safe. Listening to song after song of guitars ripping and shredding chords Lauren sits back and enjoys the solitude she already feels the music overtaking her.[3/6] This new feeling, this oneness with sound...Lauren absolutely loves it so much so she gets a pleasure, a sensation from it that makes her want to yell out in join. She listens to song after song and repeats the songs many times. Until finally she becomes one with them. Starting the playlist up she plays along with every song now...playing on the cheap ukalele she rips the chords as best she can and improvises for the lack of strings. [4/6] The music and sound can be felt she syncs her music with that she listens to and the sound resonates beautiful, and yet a pain underminds it all as Lauren is feeling such a terrible loss of her beloved guitar. [5/6] Lauren yells out in song as well replicating not only guitar shredding techniques from her Gene-x injection, but vocal abilities, her ability to sing unlocked...Imogen would easily hear Lauren belting out lyrics from the tiny hut. As suddenly as it all began it all ended...the strings of the ukalele breaking from the vigorous playing and Laurens fingers bleeding. Breathing heavily like she just got done fighting or making love she smiles and bites her lower lip, looking up at the sky as she walks out of the hut, throwing the ukalele to the side and picking up a bottle of rum. She drinks it down and smiles. [6/6]

(started drinking>5 more posts til drunk mode activates.)

Stage 1
--In the first stage of this style, the user must seal themselves off from everyone else and listen to six different songs.
It seems like a light way of training, but while listening to these songs, the user must become one with the music. Feel it
flowing through their bodies, and then replicate these songs with their chosen instrument.

Done with a single bottle of rum, Lauren isn't even tipsy yet, her tolerance to drinking having been trained in her years rocking out on stage...backstage always proved to have the most wonderful selection of goodies.

Not wanting to waste another second and seeing as Imogen is training her a** off, Lauren is to do the same. She sits upon the cabana hut's porch restringing the crappy little ukelele and reading the next couple techinques of her style. "Oh this should be fun..." She laughs and looks to the crowd that was staring rudely at Imogen and her own bruises, cuts and burns. "Time for a little payback." [1/3]

Playing a low chord on the ukelele, it sounds almost unnaturally low for such an instrument to be playing. Lauren likes this sound very much and tunes it slowly reaching the point she wishes. [2/3]

Finally reaching the right tune and being not just barely flat or barely sharp. the note resonates beautifully as Lauren plays a little tune that the beach goers would be able to hear. She smiles as she plays the last note, unleashing a torrent of crap in each of the listeners pants. They all run for the bathrooms or for some sort of safety away from a crowd who would be sure to make fun of them. [3/3]

Ranna
Rank E

The next technique sounds eerily familiar and Lauren knows why. This may be the technique she accidently used on herself and Imogen while they were still in their old room. [1/5] Noting that this technique last time was made possible through singing, Lauren strums a simple tune and begins to sing. [2/5] Having not a thing happen, her ki is slowly being released into the area. She continues to play and sing and sing until she tries singing something with a little more soul [3/5] Singing loud and proud, she lets out her emotions, her sadness and her past all letting them flow into the music. As she does this Lauren feels an overcoming feeling of happy memories and beautifully simple times. [4/5] Almost where she needs to be Lauren continues her song until at last she gets clear imaged of her past of her good times, when she was unconditionally happy. Lauren continues to play and sign not realizing quite yet that her guitar--or ukelele in this case--is also adding to the memories as her voice can carry her emotions so can her fingers that play and pluck away at her instrument. [5/5]

Sonet
Rank D

Sitting down on the porch Lauren smiles as it seems she got done with controlling her ability to a slight extent...at least she wouldn't put Imogen through her own memories again without her willing it. Little by little Lauren works hard to hopefully prove herself to Imogen one of these days. Sitting still she reads up on the next couple techniques. "Finally!" she cracks her fingers and stands up. [1/5] The next couple techniques don't neccisarely require an instrument of weapon, but could use one for powering it up or trickery against an enemy. Lauren smiles and picks a target on the beach... one of the beach goers still running away from crapping their pants...Lauren isn't done with them yet. [2/5] Rushing the guy Lauren misses her punch and the guy is startled, but not disoriented or effected in any way by Laurens technique. Looks like she did it wrong. Without a further word she lets the man go and moves onto yet another beach goer. [3/5] Finding the perfect target Lauren swipes at the air a couple times and feels the sound waves ripple past as she does so...this oneness with sound is the key to her success...and she is just learning it. [4/5] Rushing the next victim, Lauren cocks her hand back into the ready position and swipes a punch at him, missing his ear and face by mere inches. The sound wave rushing from her arm hits the man and causes him to become outworldly apparant that he is disoriented...stumbling slightly the man regains his composure and looks on in awe as Lauren rushes away back to her secluded hut...the man not taking too much notice as he just wishes to get off the beach and clean his trousers. [5/5]

Sound Burst v1
D-ranked

Not having to read the book again on learning the next technique Lauren gets started right away by just working on her chops and hitting with the edge of her hand. As this technique is basically focused on such principles. [1/5] Chopping away at the air, the sound waves present can be felt, but turning them into a cutting force instead of a blunt force like the sound burst would prove to be difficult. [2/5] She continues to chop at the air until she notices a slight bit of sound energy chopping with her hand, it may not extend her reach, nor even inflict any damage, but she does have the sound moving just how she wants...now to just sharpen it. [3/5] It takes Lauren probably the longest time trying to master this technique. She chops at the air relentlessly, but to no avail. She seems no closer than she was several minutes ago than she is now. What is she doing wrong? she wonders. Chopping again and again, Nothing happens and Lauren loses heart slightly...can she really do this even? [4/5] Walking up to the place where the tide breaks and retreats back. Lauren allows her feet and ankles to become enveloped in water, taking a fighting stance which is a bit lower she chops at the water normally and observes the splash. Chopping at the water again, this time using her sound energy. The sharpened sound energy bursts and slices into the water causing a quite larger splash. Lauren knows this power would be enough to cut someone easily and quite possibly leave a nasty cut at that. [5/5]

Slicing Sound
D-ranked

By the time Imogen got done with her learning, Lauren would of still been working on her sound burst technique. Time to surprise Imogen, Using her ability to make sounds appear as if they are coming from random directions. Lauren whispers to Imogen even though they are a bit far away. "I think I'm finally learning to control this power." The sound of her whisper would only emanate very close to Imogens ear, allowing for her to whisper a secret from far away without anybody being any the wiser.

"You got my message I take it." Lauren smiles as she strums away on the ukelele, not playing anything special really, but just playing and relaxing for a second, in beat with her song she takes a break to takes a shot of rum or so (taking it straight from bottle so about a shot or double each swig.) Lauren tosses the finest looking bottle to Imogen. "Even if your not going to drink it now, keep it for later perhaps we can crack it open when we retake our room." A little cocky, but plucking away at this little uke (so tired of typing whole thing) is nothing compared to the raw energy her guitar can provide. Kicking back and relaxing is only part of the plan. Even resting can be part of training. Having drank enough by now to be feeling a little buzz Lauren is at the perfect non-drunk state for thinking deeply and relaxing softly after a rough training.

"So whats the plan?" Lauren plays softly so they can talk easily. "I think we need to retake our room no matter what: If my guitar is there or not." Lauren crosses her arms and pouts a bit. "BUT really I just want to know why the hell those guys attacked us. You don't have enemies do you? Anything your not telling me?" Lauren is letting out what she has been wanting to say, nevertheless she trusts Imogen, but the randomness of the attack earlier has been troubling Lauren. She has bit on the wrong side of an angry mob, but something usually triggers them: whether its a gun shot or explosion, or someone(s) naked, or a death, or something terrible being brought to light, etc etc. What are the men's motives? why Imogen and Lauren? All these things run through Laurens head and it starts to give her a headache, so she takes a swig of rum and nulls it momentarily so she can think of one thing at a time.



(Drinking done > 2 bottles to go until drunk mode)

"None that would follow me to such lengths." Lauren sighs. "I just don't get why they attacked us." She notices Imogens frustration and it is shared. She wants badly to have a safe place to relax and sleep and she doesn't want to be scared off by some bullies. They were strong, there is no doubt about that: but why Imogen and her? "I didn't mean to accuse you or anything, you've just been on this island longer than I have, so I thought perhaps you perhaps knew the meaning behind a random attack." Lauren drinks down a couple bottles of rum all at once out of an instinctive reactionary impulse from sour feelings and a tense state because of her false accusations or thoughts. Feeling buzzed and having trouble forming her words it seems Lauren is on the teetering edge of being drunk. She has long since stopped playing from the ukelele as she has turned her attention on drowning herself in her alcohol.

With a hiccup and a smirk it is obvious that Lauren has gone beyond a simple buzzed state. "If we take our it means we fight, no matter what." She stands up and stumbles to the side trying to keep her mind focused. For some reason whatever god out there decided to turn the rooms floors at a fifty degree angle making walking very difficult for the young Lauren. "The book." She mutters out before rambling off on a drunken incoherent series of what might of once been words. She means to train in this drunken state, but hasn't actually read up on how to train in this stage at all other than being drunk helps. "IMOGEN." Lauren stumbles into aforementioned yelled named lady, putting a lot of weight into her hug that she has been wanting to give Imogen since they escaped their room. "I love your name..." She hiccups the taste and aroma of rum can be smelt terribly to both Imogen and Lauren...even lauren snickers her nose at the smell. "I must train." She starts beating up a wooden support beam of the hut, not doing much damage at all, she falls down and laughs as she looks at the ceiling... Lauren drunk is a sight to see as she takes a bit of alcohol to even get her to a point of...well, what just happened. Still laughing while on the floor she kicks at the support beam while laughing, thus rumbling the ceiling above.


(Drinking done > drunk mode active)