::~~::Majin Arcana::~~:: :: Battle Power -> 240 :: Stamina -> 295/310 :: Ki -> 260/260
Arcana had grown bored with the people in the tropics and returned back to the place with stale gingerbread men, which were actually training dummies. The deaths of many did not really affect her in the same way anyone with a conscience would be in the usual manner. It was simply boring because there was no candy and nobody worth turning into treats existed either...except for maybe that green, teal-skinned lady. A mental note was made by the pink, demonic, entity that was Arcana to taste her later. Though there was development that needed to take place first.
As Arcana approached one of the dummies inside the dojo there, it was clear that she had come to take out her frustration on the stalwart, wooden, training partner. Steam blew forth from the vents on her neck and arms as she grabbed it by the head area, and with her rubbery body, used the elastic momentum to drive a knee into the body of it. "No cookies! No sweets! ANGRY! ANGRY! YATTA!", she shouted at it as she continually assaulted the dummy. Her selfish anger fueling her fighting technique as it was clear then that Arc was capable of more destruction and evil than her one-track mind would allow currently. Right now she was in a state of a temper tantrum and the only way to relieve that was to take it out on the stale gingerbread men... or at least what she perceived the wooden training implementations to be.
After a moment of assaulting the dummy, Majin Arcana was left huffing and puffing angrily. Nothing seemed to be soothing the hatred inside her. Why was nothing seeking to make her happy? Why was this world so ignorant to her wants? It was by that logic, an evil place. These humans -wanted- to upset her. It wasn't enough that everyone at the tropics seemed to ignore her there. It was just another aspect of the events that had added to the built up anger and self-centered frustration that had begun to boil over like a kettle set and left unattended.
That was fine, the logic in her simple mind simply turned the cogs of fate to give her the desire to get stronger. If she were stronger, people would respect and fear her. Maybe then she would get all the sweets she desired? It only took a moment of breathing to gather herself before the Majin entity looked back to the dummy and grinned wide. "You give me what I want. You don't get to die today. Gimme more!", she shouted as more steam vented off, and the training resumed.
The furious assault from Arcana was unleashed with pure anger and ki venting as her aura seemed to manifest lightly as the pink Majin punched and kicked her target. There was a pause in the assault before she slid back and grinned darkly before aiming a hand at the target and began to gather ki to her index finger. The pink glow was ominous in that brief moment before she fired a beam of ki that blew her target's head region off in a direct impact. It was a show of sadistic glee in causing pain to alleviate her own stress, even though the dummy could feel nothing like it, being an inanimate object. It was this realization that caused the Majin to huff and use the art of materializing things to restore the head again. "Bored...", the pink female huffed now, the steam no longer venting from her body, a signal that whatever had angered her had subsided for the moment.
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Posted: Wed Mar 28, 2018 5:48 pm
::~~::Majin Arcana::~~:: :: Battle Power -> 240 :: Stamina -> 295/310 :: Ki -> 260/260
Arcana had taken a few moments to consider things as they were with her own limited intellect. There wasn't a whole lot she understood except for the fact that being alone right this second was kind of boring. If anything, it seemed like the Majin suffered from an intense boredom complex. It was time to find something to keep her entertained. If she recalled correctly, Arcana could have sworn she had seen another freaky looking alien passed out on the beach and then observed his take-off toward some mountains. "Go find shiny-head man, yes!", she exclaimed suddenly before Majin Arc burst off in flight. She happened to crash right through the same window as before. Maybe the dojo here would place a flight entrance for her next time? Who knew. Regardless, the pink fighter was off in search of the shiny headed guy.
:: Phys Off -> 2 :: Energy Off -> 3 :: Def -> 3 :: Speed -> 4 :: Reflex -> 2 :: Intel -> 2 :: Stam -> 1 :: Ki -> 6 OOC: 1 Post for CD, Flying off to Mountain Cabin
The crack of flesh against flesh resounded through the empty halls of the dojo. The scent of sweat and sweet lavender permeated the air, a hint of fresh mint. The bounce of wooden boards resounded as two people shuffled from one side of the room to the other, the echoes of impacts accompanying the creaking of the polished floor. Thin gray lines of light illuminated motes of dust and the scene of violence. Occasionally a sweet voice would resound, the soft cadence an encouraging one that seemed to be instructing someone.
Two individuals were sparring in the dojo. A towering woman with a physique forged in battle and a young man in a karate gi. The combat was slow, each step meticulously planned over and over again. It was only when the youth seemed to understand the lesson when the snap of cloth and the belt of flesh against flesh would break the relative silence.
"Good good~ The woman cooed softly as the younger man's foot crashed against her guard. There was a mixture of pride and excitement plastered across her features, a lusty simper formed on her vivacious lips. Her eyes were slightly lidded, the violet hues beneath those thin veils roaming over the form mirrored in front of her like a predator eyeing a piece of meat.
The boy was breathing hard, sweat dripping down and soaking into his white gi. The dark spot on his chest stopped just above the green belt that encircled his trim waist. The woman seemed unperturbed, not a spot of moisture dotted her unblemished flesh. Regardless, she clapped the palm of her hand on his shoulder with a beam. "Alright! That's enough for today." She purred. There was a hint of amativeness laden within her velvety rumble.
She ushered him out, patting him a tad low on the back as he exited the dojo. Slowly she strode back towards their training area on the balls of her feet. There was a deep inhale of breath, the pop of ligaments and joints elicited, as she stretched upward. Hands reached for the roof, fingertips grazing the ceiling. The stretch was abated with a whispery sigh as she descended. "Mmph." She gasped, satisfied with the intense pull of muscles and fiber. The tension of flesh eliciting a sultry groan.
Slowly she sunk into a sitting position, relaxing backward; Her meager clothes stretched to contain her muscular and lithe form, the short, tied halter-top protesting as it was pulled taut across her chest. The cloth of her pants, snug, clung tight to her as she began to go through several yoga poses. Small gasps and groans escaped from her soft, pillowy lips as she pushed her body to its utmost limit. Each pose designed to strengthen and increase flexibility while she maintained a meditative breath.
Anat rose from her sitting position, planting the palm of her hand upon the polished wooden floor and vaulting end over end to land on her feet. She immediately took a horse stance, legs spread shoulder-width apart and slightly bent at the knee. Her upper torso was rigid, deep breaths causing the rising and fall of her sonsy chest. One! Crack! The sound of air snapping filled the dojo once more as she punched forward with her right hand. Whoosh!
Wind swirled around the outstretched arm. Glittering motes of dust filled the air. ""Fsssssh." A sharp exhale followed, a deep breath escaping between clenched teeth as Anat began snapping one punch after the other. The same attack, over and over again. Snap! Crack! Snap! Slowly she began to pick up speed until there was a thin sheen of sweat coating the entirety of her body and the sound that crashed against the dojo's walls was nothing but a static blur.
"999...1000..." A exhale of breath, a hot cloud visible in the chill air. The fumes escaped like the gasp of a dragon. There was a sickly sweet scent on the air, a mixture of subtle floral aromas with the brine of sweat. "Huff...hugh..huff.." Anat continued to breath heavily, arm trembling where she left. The punch was still hanging in the air, her arm stiff and in a striking position.
Drip. Drop. Drip. The sound of moisture hitting the hard-wood rippled in the silence. Beads of moisture rolled down her body in rivulets. The thin sheen soaked into her alabaster top and the droplets staining the wood beneath the soles of her bare feet darker. She had once heard a mortal say that he feared a man who practiced one punch a thousand times greater than he feared a man who practiced one-thousand punches once. She had taken that to heart, the man had been a great and peerless warrior in his own right.
Anat slowly stood from her squat, flexing and kicking her legs to get the kinks out. The whip of fabric being pulled taut cracked the air as her foot snapped against the stale atmosphere. It was time to meditate, to focus her ki and energy while she rested and prepared to continue training. She padded over to the wall where a towel hung on a rung and grabbed the length of cloth.
The towel was almost immediately soaked as it absorbed the moisture on her face and neck. A deep, satisfied sigh slithered out from her strained throat as she ran the absorbent material over her body. The soft texture of the cloth was a comfort as it rolled over her chiseled stomach. Satisfied that the sweat was no longer coating her and no longer in her eyes, Anat's toes pushed off of the floor.
The pads of her feet pressed into the glassy floor, pushing her forward to reach a small shrine at the opposite end of the dojo. She lowered herself to a kneeling position, a slight groan escaping her mouth as she bent her knees once more. She reached out with delicate fingers and grasped a lit rod of incense, using it to light several other sticks.
She breathed deeply of the scent, letting herself relax as she began to mentally recite mantras. The beating within her chest slowed as she slowly descended into a trance. She looked inward, only instinctively aware of her surroundings as she gathered her ki in her navel then slow dispersed it throughout her body. To the tips of her fingers, the base of her neck, the top of her head, and the apex of her legs.
After several long hours of meditating, the silence suffocating, Anat opened her eyes. The inner turmoil not abated but refined as she stood. She was not seeking inner-peace. There was no enlightenment on her long journey. No, meditation was to focus her resolve, to harness the dark pit that resided deep within her core. To use that energy to strengthen herself spiritually while she forged her body in iron.
She rose once more. Her rest was over and she had taken the time to self-reflect and look inward. Feeling reinvigorated, she paced in a circle around the outskirts of the constraining room. She wasn't able to go all out in here; That was likely for the better. Within these walls, she needed to work on control rather than raw strength.
She lidded her eyes, a habit she had picked up while battling. It helped hide her intent as she stared at her opponent. And the opponent she now envisioned was a powerful one. Against an opponent only she could see, the deity began to shadow-box. A flash, and a snap; Anat's leg boomed as she kicked upwards, matching the high-kick of her opponent.
Anat ducked, avoiding an overhead blow that would have taken her head off. Her eyes darted to the left as she weaved, pushing aside a second punch with the open hand of her palm. A single bead of moisture rolled down the side of her head as she bit her lip. Several locks of hair floated free as a third blow, a straight kick, only narrowly missed spinning her skull around on its pedestal.
She began to strike out with her own blows, preferring to weave in-between her opponent's perceived blows and take the opportunity to strike within those openings. A quick jab to the throat to put them on their heels, a single kick to the kidney while they were reeling, then a blow to the chin while they were doubled over and trying to recover.
Anat wiped the sweat from her left eye, a mistake. In that brief interim, her opponent was able to land a blow on her. Her tilted to the side and her eyes rolled up as she briefly lost consciousness at the imaginary blow. She stumbled several feet but was able to catch herself. Her world was reeling from the hit. Her head had snapped so quickly to the side that it had rattled her brain. The whole world appeared to be spinning as she righted herself. Just in time too.
Blow after blow rained down on Anat as she put her guard up, patient as she looked for an opening in this battle of the mind-scape. There! There was a brief hitch as her opponent pulled back a fist, a sharp pain in their side as from her previous kick. She followed the lagging fist, stepping into their territory and began performing blow after practiced blow.
It was a round-house kick to the chin that finished the fight, Anat spun her heel as she pulled her leg inward to land the decisive attack. She stood still, her leg raised and ready, as she breathed heavily. "Hoooof..." She exhaled slowly as she gradually relaxed. She planted both feet back on the ground as she turned and walked over to the nearest wall.
Slowly Anat slid down against the wall and pulled her knees up to her chest. She closed her eyes for a few minutes while she breathed, regaining her breath once more. That had been a good training session, but it felt lacking. No matter how real her shadow opponent seemed; An imaginary opponent paled to the real thing. She needed to fight someone powerful, likely more powerful than her if she wanted any tangible progress.
XXXHaving trained strength and spirit, Anat began to contemplate how else she could improve herself. If she had a menotr then maybe she would be more apt to spar. But as it was, there wasn't much she chould do on her own and she had not seen anyone of sufficient strength in some time. Surely there were such individuals out there, in fact she could sense several on Earth. But would they be willing to battle her? Would that upset the other gods? An immortal meddling in the affairs of men.
The last person to really give her a run for her money was Victoria, a fellow deity, but that was in an entirely different way and was a completely different workout in its own right. Albeit, it still worked up a fair bit of sweat and was wholly satisfying. Woof. She was feeling that lack of recent intimacy. It was certainly taking its toll on her. She had been lonely for some time, ever since the other gods had departed for Earth. She hated it, feared the isolation, and had departed as well.
She had met her first student shortly after arriving on Earth. A young boy seeking to enter the world tournament when next it was held and looking for a tutor. Who better than a god to teach a mortal how to fight? He had endeared himself to her. Albeit she had sensed that they were getting closer as of late. Uncomfortably for her. As tempting as the prospect was, she was not one for men and was currently in a loose relationship of sorts.
A shiver ran down her spine, a tingling sensation, as she briefly had a waking dream. A small fantasy crossed across her mind. Whoa whoa whoa. Anat, that was enough; She thought to herself, shaking her head to clear it of the depraved thoughts. She couldn't be having such based primal inklings while training and meditating. As pleasurable as the ideas were, they were nothing but distracting right now. No matter how much she wanted to be distracted.
She had been nearly close enough to pouncing her own student when they were training earlier but refrained. That would not be good for their student/teacher relationship. Regardless, she put her mind back on the subject at hand. She paced the room once more, this time to gather her thoughts instead of prowl around a perceived foe. What could she do? She wondered. Perhaps she could see what the uppermost limits of her perception and speed were? That could prove to be a good exercise, especially if she could go beyond that limit.
Slowly the deity bounced on the balls and heels of her feet, at first a light skip that gradually grew into a brisk jog. Before long she was running around the room as fast as she could, pushing her speed to the limit. Then she was bouncing off the walls, ceiling, and floor. Avoiding obstacles she had placed in her imaginary battlefield. Beams to be ducked beneath, blasts to roll around, and other projectiles to be vaulted over. It was a preverbal war that only she saw, one that she had perceived many times before and shared some scars from.
She became not much more than a blur as she continued to pick up speed, straining against her upper limits as she attempted to increase her agility and reaction times to their extremes. All the while trying to maintain a semblance of delicacy. She was trying to keep herself from damaging the place that her precious student used as a training ground. Even while she wasn't here. The evidence of his frequent visits was all around.
Her impacts upon the surfaces of the dojo were as light as she possibly could make them, though she did leave impressions in her wake. The prints of her feet covered the wooden structures at nearly impossible angles. Then she slipped. Not something she had anticipated. The ground was slick with moisture from her previous training sessions. "I am become error." She thought to herself.
Sliding on a thin puddle of sweat that had pooled on the ground. She was flung across the ground straight into a wall. Truly a test of her reflexes, as she needed to recover before face-planting directly into the barrier. She performed a round-off, flipping onto her hands and vaulting sideways as she twisted her curvaceous hips. Her feet pressed against the wall that she had been hurtling towards, her legs coiled like springs.
Her toes scrunched as the energy in her legs was released explosively. The wall nearly bowed and rippled from her launch off, but remained intact; She flew through the air losing momentum as she spiraled towards the opposite wall. Catching herself on the palms of her hands and the pads of her fingers, Anat swung herself around and flipped backward. The deity landed on her feet, springing up with her arms held high to maintain balance. "WOO!" The shout of exhilaration escaping from ragged lungs as she fell onto her toned bum.
XXXThe crickets sang to each other, matched by a chorus of frogs just outside an open window. There was the soft babble of a nearby brook and the scent of wet grass flitted through the vacant rooms of a small shack. A crumpled form laid upon a cot filled with straw. The form was pulled into a fetal position, protected by the comfort of a warm downy cover.
A single shiver ran through the bedding, a soft whimper escaping from beneath the blanket that was just barely drowned out by the orchestral sounds of nature. A ray of moonlight sliced through the darkness, a single spotlight shining in through the window above straight down onto the nearly prone form; Save for the occasional twitch and groan, the pale lithe figure continued to lie there.
Inside, a war raged. Buildings burned and the screams of the dying and damned filled the air, suffocated by acrid coppery smoke. Anxiety sky-rocketed as the dreamer ran over one body after another. Much too weak to fight this foe, the deities were dying. Someone, or something, was killing gods. The dreamer tripped over a friend's lifeless corpse, falling back. Their hand raised just in time to shield them from a blinding flash.
"AAAUGH!" Anat screamed, her throat hoarse as she jolted up and awake. There was a sheen of sweat coating her, her breathing coming out ragged and in gasps. All was silent. The song outside had come to a halt with that ear-splitting wail, the creatures of the night too afraid of the banshee amongst them. There was a tremor as Anat gripped and pulled the blanket covering her closer. Tonight was going to be a long night.
Anat paced the halls, stopping to stretch against a wall as she attempted to shake off the ghosts of her past. It was the witching hour, and the haunts were out and looking for blood. She swore she heard whispers in the dark, hissing accusations thrown in her direction. She stretched until it hurt, the pain taking her mind off the past and keeping her grounded in the now.
Anat was outside, the bare soles of her feet digging into the mud as she pushed herself to run in the dark of Nyx's shawl. The moon was gone, it was too late in the night for the pale eye to be open. Hot clouds of breath escaped her throat as she ran, the sounds of nature dying in her wake and renewing in her passing. The balls of her feet dug into the wet Earth, pushing her along as the morning muck attempted to suck her in.
"Ah...ha. Ha. Ha." She stopped in the middle of a copse of trees, doubling over. Hands pressed firmly into the cruxes of her legs, the caps of her knees digging into the palms. Equal parts sweat and tears rolled down her normally composed veil. An expression of pain passed over her; She stood again and started jogging once more. She would keep going until it stopped.
Smooth skin sunk against the rough bark of a large tree. The last tremors of her upset were passing, the trembling breaths of a child just finished with a tantrum finally coming to her as she leaned against the ancient timber. She garnered some comfort from the large tree, standing on its own in the middle of a clearing. If it could withstand the storm and be stronger for it, so could she.
The jog back was brisker. A bit lighter. Though the sky was still stained onyx by the dark veil that had been pulled from one horizon to the other, she seemed to be in better spirits. There was a slight glow to her as if a certain amount of clarity had come to her in her suffering. Instead of holding onto the hot coal and burning herself more she had decided to, for now, let go of the ember deep in her heart.
There was a certainty that she would still have to face the spirits of her past, but for now, she had been able to clear her head in the crisp morning air as well as get some exercise in. The gait in her step was no longer a jog, instead, she strode softly back towards the dojo where she was supposed to be meeting her student for the day. Who knows, maybe the day would take her by surprise.
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โฅ This deep jungle is just a thrilling playground to me Alright I've chosen โฅ
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Victoria had arrived where the two of them were set to meet. A rolled up sea-foam green yoga mat was slung over shoulder. Dark blonde ombre hair was pulled into a pony tail to keep her hair out of her eyes. She wore high waisted dark grey and green leggings, and a dark grey sports bra. The pair of leggings had one of those adorable pockets that perfectly fit a cell phone. The fashionable sportswear attire was one of the plus sides to the athletics that was yoga. Although the improved flexibility and mindfulness were wonderful pluses as well.
With the sunrise palette just now beginning to peek upon the horizon, she was wondering if she made a mistake choosing to exercise so early. She would pull her cell phone out of her pocket, and lift it upwards in a selfie position. She would take a quick picture with the night mode camera on before posting it on instagawd. 'Yoga at Sunrise!' She would caption the gorgeous selfie before sliding her phone back into the snug fit pocket.
It was then that she saw Anat doing what she assumed was a slow down from running. It wasn't much of a surprise that she had already been out and about training. "Girl, the birds aren't even awake yet." Her tone was a perfect blend of joking and complaining. "Oh maybe we can find the perfect spot! I bet the sunrise will be beautiful this morning." Of course scenery had everything to do with Yoga. Even a girl like Victoria found nature to be breathtaking and peaceful, and getting some more selfies was a total plus.
โฅ I'll leave my image in that heart of yours So, you had better run โฅ
XXXAnat was now walking as she approached the small building she was set to meet Victoria in. Before she noticed the other deity taking a selfie, of all things, she was readjusting her snug top. When her violet hues passed over the smaller woman's form, just now becoming aware of her presence; Anat quickly flipped her hair back over her shoulder, the sable and magenta locks nearly sparkling in the golden rays of the dawning sun.
Anat, composure regained at the sight of the blonde bombshell, strode confidently over to the deity as she slipped her phone back into her pocket. The imprint of the device was visible in the snug pouch, the pants clinging to Victoria in all the right ways. There was an appreciative glance behind lidded eyes, a sinful smirk crossing the towering woman's pale veil. It had been a while since Anat had seen Victoria, and the sound of her voice was a welcome respite from the silence that had been Anat's solitude.
Anat strode right up to Victoria, a hairsbreadth between the two of them as Victoria joked. "Got to make sure to warm-up before any rigorous exercise, you know~" Anat purred, leaning slightly over as she pressed into Victoria's bubble. There was almost a growl in the tone of her voice, like a big cat's frustrated rumble. "..Not as beautiful as you.." Anat mumbled under her breath in response to Victoria, only half in jest. "Oh! I know just the place!" Anat continued to hum as she slung a muscular arm over Victoria's shoulder, the bend of her elbow seated comfortably upon the nape of the blonde's neck.
Anat's gaze drifted back down Victoria's body but found purchase upon the defined form of her phone. The goddess of war still wondered about that device, having never owned one herself. What was it good for? She scoffed inwardly, nearly chuckling at the idea of something like that being so important. She led Victoria around the garden behind the small, simple building as they walked.
The garden was rustic in a way but had its own beauty to it. There was a small pond that appeared to be regularly attended to; The water was sparkling and clear, glittering motes of the sun reflected in the crystal clear water. The only disturbance in the serene pool was the ripples of the passing of brilliantly colored fish. The koi, as they were, swam around languidly through the warm waters as a fountain behind the pond clunked occasionally. The small bamboo apparatus filled with water then slowly sank to empty, each time coming in contact with another length of bamboo with a "Tok!" sound.
"How's this..?" Anat breathed softly in Victoria's ear. She swept her arm towards a clearing where the grass had been kept relatively kempt, the blades vibrantly green in the gilded rays of the morning sun. Behind it, a zen garden of onyx stones and alabaster sand. "Thought it would be nice for our little session." Anat grinned, her blanched fangs nearly glaring in the dawn light. This close, Victoria would be able to catch the scent of lavender that often accompanied Anat's presence.
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โฅ This deep jungle is just a thrilling playground to me Alright I've chosen โฅ
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Victoria's brown eyes shifted as Anat pressed into her personal space. Although she didn't mind it at all, she never did. After Victoria said the sunset would be beautiful, Anat would say something how it wasn't as beautiful as Victoria. "I know." she replied simply without a signal thread of humbleness to be found. "That's a really high bar though..." This time her words were more teasing, followed by a one sided grin.
"Have you been hiding something from me?" Victoria questioned playfully after Anat replied that she knew where to go. This was of course not their first session, and she had even been here before. A muscular arm was swung over her shoulder. The floral calming scent of lavender filled the air. It was as if being taken to a Mediterranean field.
Brown eyes drifted back to Anat once more. Wait what was she looking at? Her butt? No that didn't seem right. Was it her thigh? It didn't make sense, but the positioning seemed correct. Before she could dwell on it too much longer she was being led elsewhere. Past the garden and a small building, she was taken to a pond.
A purr was breathed along her ear asking her what she thought about the lovely sight. "It's gorgeous." she replied in awe. The crystal clear waters, the colorful aquatic residents, the fountain, and of course the lovely sunrise that was still teasing its arrival. It was indeed a sight to behold. She would remove the yoga mat from her shoulder, and begin to unroll it on the a clear space on the ground. "I feel like you should have brought me here sooner." Once the sun offered more light this scene would most certainly make a nice picture for her instagawd account.
โฅ I'll leave my image in that heart of yours So, you had better run โฅ
XXXVictoria wasn't reciprocating the advances. Which was only making Anat even more frustrated. She wringed her hands impatiently as Victoria procured her yoga mat and knelt to unroll it. Anat leaned back on the tip of her heel and grasped her chin as she admired the view, maroon eyes practically flaring with hunger.
Suddenly, Anat was down beside Victoria. Her powerful hands ran delicately across the goddess's perfect form as she positioned her and took the pose they would be starting with, fingers lingering on bare flesh as she passed the tips over the unblemished skin. She hissed inwardly as she took in a sharp breath. A bead of sweat rolled down her forehead while she stretched and adjusted herself.
Anat focused on herself as soon as she was sure Victoria was getting into it and was starting to limber up. "It was more fun to show you now~" She murred, her voice muffled by the ground in front of her. Anat was stretching her back, her curvaceous rear presented towards the sky as she looked towards the ground only inches from her nose. She put a particular emphasis on "show" and "now" as she wiggled her rump.
The sun radiated a comfortable heat through her strained muscles as the mist from the nearby fountain speckled her flesh with tiny drops of spring dew. "Fssssh." Anat hissed between gasps as she adjusted, rolling onto her back and stretching her well-cut abs. A side-long glance betrayed her violet hue, the purple orb roaming over Victoria; This time she was not looking at the phone.
The man's feet would walk through the already crowded area as his eyes scanned around to see who was coming and who was going. His mouth formed a frown while a hand slowly rose up to rub the back of his head as the glasses he usually wore were hanging from his shirt. His distant expression would be followed by a slow walk towards the sign up table. As he walked through, many strong looking figures, angry men, deadly women, and sketchier folk would stare at him as he casually walked to the table and began to write down his name. His eyes would look around as he did. Though as he turned his head a bit he would stiffen up and scratch and erase what he put. "Jeez. Force of habit." He'd say while writing down 'Corey' on the sheet. His eyes blinking slowly. His eyes closing as he sighed. "It doesn't seem like many powerful warriors are here at the moment. . ." He'd murmur while standing up straight and placing a hand into his pocket to reveal 3 bottlecaps, and an actual top to a hetep bottle. His eyes would blink slowly as he gripped them into his fist as he walked to the gate of the arena. His mouth formed a frown as he looked around at the area to see all the people sitting around, talking themselves up to others as Corey. There was a person walking around with a cart of food it seemed, and as interested as the young man was, his eyes averted to the ground. "I wonder. . .What's a hotdog tastelike. . ." He'd murmur while crossing his arms and leaning onto the pole.
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Posted: Mon Mar 23, 2020 3:38 pm
โค โ Universe 6 โ ??? โ BP: ??? โ โ Main Theme - -โ ยง"...Stay focused" a soft but cold voice would call to Corey. It belonged to the young woman with bright red hair who approached him. Although she was shorter in stature, she spoke to him with an air of authority. When she looked up at him, her eyes were distant and just as cold as her tone of voice. "Did you already sign up? You didn't forget your name I hope..." she trailed off, following his line of sight. Her eyes lingered on the hotdog cart for a moment, seemingly lost in thought. But she would then return her stoic gaze to the man before her, shaking her head. "Listen...this may be our only chance. I need you to take this seriously..." Knowing him, she felt he might try to hold back against his opponents. But this was no time for kid gloves- this was the time to go all out, no mercy. "Since you're participating...I'll just watch from the stands. No sense for both of us to join...and I don't feel like fighting..." the woman sighed. Yes, he would more than enough to handle this on his own... Though it didn't hurt to have a bird's eye view of the matches that unfolded. The girl named Z would feel her gaze drift to the floor and while her face didn't show it, there was a sudden feeling of rage and annoyance that was evident in her tone of voice. "...Not one. Not a single one can we let survive... This ends here..." Looking back up, her gaze lingering on Corey's face for a moment before she started to walk away without another gasp. Having purchased a ticket before hand, she fished the scrap of paper out of her sleeve, unfolding it in her hand before looking at the seat number. It was a good seat, not too close and not too high, the perfect vantage point...
YOSI The following morning, Yosi woke up bright and early, ready to start her day. This day was not like other days, because today was that day! Not just because of the tournament, but the end of her well deserved parole. She was anticipating this moment and quickly got started on her day; getting a small warm up on the beach, eating a filling breakfast and then getting prepped for the tournament. By then, the Major was also prepared, but then he didn't take too much time to get ready anyway. Yosi would use Instant Transmission to whisk them away to the venue where everything was already getting lively. She continued to keep her energy low, not wanting any unwarranted attention from others, though there were still a few head turns in their direction. She figured walking around with a giant robotic man would do that. Looking around, Yosi would keep an eye out for familiar faces, though she found no one who stood out in the crowd. "Hmm...maybe no one's here yet. Major, are you sure you don't want to join? I think they do last minute entries" she asked the giant beside her.
๏ฝก๏ฝก๏ฝก[PHYSICAL SUPERS] โป Redrawn Blade: A counter technique; the user quickly draws their sheathed sword and performs a super fast cut enhanced with ki energy. This technique can turn ki blasts of its level back on their opponent as well as deter an advancing enemy.
๏ฝก๏ฝก๏ฝก[ENERGY SUPERS] โป Grand Smasher: An green energy sphere with a short, green flaming tail, that creates an enormous explosion upon contact, inflicting a huge amount of damage. โป Trap Shooter: The user draws their hand back and charges an energy sphere. Then, they wave their hand forward and fire several, compact, powerful energy sphere bullets that follow the opponent's movements, inflicting considerable damage. โป Psycho Thread: The user points his or her hand at his opponent and traps them with thin strings of purple energy, paralyzing them and sucking the energy out of them. Struggling against the threads only exacerbates their effects. โป Spirit Ball: A controllable energy sphere, the user controls and guides it by pointing the index and middle fingers in the desired direction. When initially guided, the attack utilizes kinetic energy to deal damage, striking the enemy multiple times from range. On its last strike, the Spirit Ball is triggered to explode on impact, further damaging the enemy. โป Psychic Attack: With an open hand with palm out, the user converts their psychic energy into an energy bubble in their hand. They then fire the sphere at the opponent, and it explodes on them, blasting them away. Yosi has mastered this technique, able to mitigate the explosion and even use it on a small scale. She can use it with concussive force and has even learned to use it with the tip of her finger. โป Psycho Crash: The user grabs their target (be it an object or person) with Telekinesis then uses their finger to cut it with multiple invisible slashes of ki. Yosi can use this technique without first grabbing her target at the sacrifice of accuracy.
๏ฝก๏ฝก๏ฝก[OTHER TECHNIQUES] โป Ki Cognition: A deeper form of ki sense that allows one to read movements, almost to a precognitive degree. [(x2) Reflex Stat while in use / (-15) Ki while in use] โป Flight: The user manipulates their ki energy so that they can levitate or fly. โป Ki Sense: It is an ability that allows the user to sense ki and power levels. โป Ki Control: By gaining perfect control over their ki and thus stopping any of it from leaking out of their body, a fighter is shown to be able to become exponentially more powerful. Yosi used this to channel ki through her sword without expending too much energy. It also allows her to use ki techniques through her blade. โป Kiai: It is a technique where the user affects the air currents around them with ki to produce powerful shockwaves in order to strike the opponent. It can be used to attack or counter some techniques and can be used in different ways, as invisible punches, powerful screams, a shockwave glare or even air explosions coming from the entire body. โป Afterimage: An ability to move so swiftly that an image of the user is left behind. โป Mach Dash: The user strikes a pose then preforms a high speed dash that increases the users movement speed temporarily. โป Instant Transmission: This action is usually accompanied by the user placing their index and middle fingers on their forehead to help them concentrate, though if extra time is taken the technique can be performed without this aid. When used by Yardrats and those who gained the technique thanks to them, it is achieved via Spirit Control. Instant Transmission allows the user and anyone that is in physical contact with them to instantly travel great distances (from meters to light-years, between the living world and Other World, or even travel outside time itself) just by concentrating on a particular individual's ki signature, and transmitting or feeling that being's location. โป Telekinesis: Also called Psychokinesis, is a technique that allows the user to manipulate objects and other people with the power of one's mind.
๏ฝก๏ฝก๏ฝก[ULTIMATE SUPERS] โป Mach Dash: Redrawn Blade: A stronger version of the Redrawn Blade that allows the user to strike first. They dash past their opponent at astonishing speeds, drawing their sword and performing a high frequency slash, all in an instant. The effects of the technique only appear when the blade is resheathed. โป Galactic Buster: The user puts their hands together in front of themselves and charges a large, green energy sphere. Then, they spreads their arms out at their sides, splitting the single sphere into two, and finally throwing their hands forward to fire the energy spheres in the form of two energy waves at the opponent, inflicting a massive amount of damage. It is the most powerful variation of the Grand Smasher.
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Posted: Wed Mar 25, 2020 9:35 pm
R A D I T Z โโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโ โ..Thugs gotta thug..โ โโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโ
Without so much as a second though the two would turn at the appearance of two attendants from seemingly nowhere. The eyes of the taller man would squint under the glasses that hid his idenity so well. The woman would curve her lips upwards into a smile while walking towards the group with hands behind her head. Though before she could make the first interaction, the man would put his foot ahead of the woman's.
"Two combatants it seems." His fingers slowly moving the glasses down to peer down upon them with his dim gaze as he would give a stoic like gaze. The man's name was Nion Raditz, and he would be partaking in the tournament as an unfamiliar face under a pair of face altering glasses. The man would rolls his shoulders and cross his arms before giving a bit of a bow. "It's a pleasure to see you two again." He'd say while the woman would push him to the side a bit and placed hands on her hips.
"Yo, sup coppers!" She'd exclaim garnering a bit of attention while wiggling her glasses on her nose. Disguise made it so that the woman was completely unknown. They went by Aikon Nappa, and with the visage manipulating specs on her face, no one would be able to be any the wiser. "Didn't expect ya to just drop in like that. It was kinda cool for a narc." She'd say while being pushed to the side by the elder figure to her side. The two in a struggle to stand before them, even if it did seem silly.
Corey's eyes went to his companion as he saw Z approach. She was as cold as usual while he put a hand in his pocket a bit deeper, turning his head. "Of course I'm signed up. . .I wouldn't be wasting time if I didn't." His gaze would then move to her while blinking slowly. He felt it was almost time for the event and none of the targets had shown up. Though it wouldn't be a problem. He would stand up straight and run a hand through his hair. "I know. I know." He'd murmur as his body turned towards the girl fully, standing over her slightly. She was always to the point and with that, he felt he was in good hands for this mission. The extra pair of eyes would always be something that he wanted. He would look to her and listen intently even as she walked away. His eyes blinked slowly while he turned his head to the side with a grimace. "They'll die. . .I'll make sure of it." His murmurs followed by him walking from the direction she headed from. It was time to battle hard. His hand clenched a bottle cap in his pocket hard while his head rose up quickly and his muscles tensed a moment while he turned to the side looking at the new arrival. His eyes squinted. The galactic patrollers would make his heart race a bit. His feet would move a bit to shuffle behind a larger fellow who didn't notice the teen's motion as he looked to his palm and gripped. ". . .D-damn it. . ." He'd murmur trying to regain the composure he had before as he closed his eyes. "This. . .Will be harder than I first thought. . ." His voice was low as he lifted his hand to his belt loop, gripping the red cloth that hung from it tightly. His eyes closing as he took deep breaths. He felt unsettled now. Though as he shook his head, he would feel his body calm and his eyes mellowed as he peaked from behind the man. ". . ."
