xxxxxxxeverybody bends to fill a need.❛( everybody's born with their own curse) xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx/ / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxAND x I'M x NOTxALONEx
Clearly someone didn't eat their Wheaties this morning, her eyebrow arched as this trainer went dilly-daddled about how they were basically worms beneath his feet, not that she didn't enjoy worms; they were cute little guys, unlike the man before her. His remark startled her, causing her to jump and look wide-eyed at him, then Mamoru, and then finally the book.
It was 'The Book of the Dead'.
Her face went mute as the negetive energy coursed her humanly veins, causing her cheeks to flush. She had read this one before and many others but true necromancers did not learn from training books. None the less, for the sake of saving herself from going deaf over the mighty who-rah, she tucked the crossbow under arm, scooped up the damn thing and turned around. She looked back at Mamoru, smiling as her hand flipped to 3 pages in and she began to walk off in search of a quiet corner. "Chapter One: How to properly use a shovel'."Oh golly gee, let me go make a sandwich while I'm at it.
The corners of her lips curled up, she almost wanted to laugh at her inner jest. In stead her fingertips blazed against the leather binding and cover, runic symbols danced over the English words. The ends of her hair began to lift, flowing away from the pallid face. She was channeling, opening herself to the secrets of the dead, in exchange for a bit of flesh.
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FEAROF THEDARK,fearofthedark. . .
. . .I have aｱんo乃ﾉﾑthat someone'sคlฬคץรthere.
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ℳamoru closes his eyes as the intense feeling of using the speed script flows through his veins before the effects where off and he opens his eyes with a neutral look on his face. Once more he wordlessly takes the blood smeared fingertips and attempts to draw a Star of David upon his chest. He closes his eyes as he sends a flood of purple energy through his veins toward the symbol causing it to become engulfed in a purple aura. His eyes fly open as his arms begin to bulge slightly in mass causing his upper body to become dis-proportioned to his lower body. He slams his fist down into the ground causing a nice fist sized crate to be revealed when he pulls back his fist and the dust settles down.
He takes a step back and wordlessly pulls out a rather basic Jian from his back and slips into a horrific stance for holding the sword. He was basing it off an idea, since he had no books or scrolls for the sword. He wordlessly steps up to the dummy as he performs a few slashes with the blade in his hand. He tilts his head to the side as the sword feels uncomfortable in his hands as it didn't seem to quite fight his rather reach of his arms. He turns to the so called instructor with a blunt questionable look on his face.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Main Class • Trickster/Stats • 5/9 Energy Reservoir • 350╱Where I Am... • training room╱With... • Some p***k & Dani╱Disposition • mind - focused; Face - Blank
A demonic pulse could be felt outside the door, steadily growing stronger as greed neared the premises. Just as the pulse grew it's strongest, the large and black double doors swung wide open, admitting a rather tall and muscular diobolus. His eyes shown an eery vermillion red as they automatically scanned the room, surveying the many trainees, as well as most of their teachers. However, he surveyed them not on the outside. He was looking at most of their energy levels, trying to determine who was strongest and who was weakest. Once he got a general regard of the order of the food chain, he nodded satisfactorily, his black hair moving slightly as he did so. His rather long and sharp black tail moved leisurely back and forth as he moved about the large training facility. One of his obsidian black claws dragged along the side of the wall idly, leaving a line in the wall as he walked towards the training half of the room, eager to begin training. [1/5]
As he reached the other side of the training room, Greed's crimson red eyes surveyed a long line of books. Among them was a book all about the diobolus bloodline. He pulled it from the shelf, eager to begin reading and seeing just what he and other members of his race were capable of. [2/5]
After skimming through the tedious and rather boring prologue, Greed's eyes would come to a halt upon a list of interesting moves, unique only to the diobolus. These skills intrigued him immensely and he read on.
After getting a thorough understanding of how the skill demon guardian worked, the diobolus would shut the book and put it under his arm, eager to test out the skill. He gathered energy inside his body and prepared to attempt the skill. Once enough energy was gathered, he would begin the process.
Once he had gathered enough energy, Greed felt it instinctively. His obsidian black tail twitched slightly, and his claws clenched themselves in concentration. He then let the energy out. [4/5]
The result was a small barrier of energy engulfing greed momentarily, impressively covering his entire muscular body in dark energy. Greed was confident that the skill he had just learned was a success. It would have easily stopped any incoming projectiles or attacks. [5/5 demon guardian learned]
As the first skill ended, Greed was already thinking far ahead. The demon wanted more power, and to learn more skills. He bent over casually, picking up the book once more. Opening the book back to the page on which he had found his bloodline's skills, he began reading through them again, eager to learn more. [1/5]
Almost instantly, he found a new skill that would be useful in battle. As a berserker, he didn't really use swords in combat. They felt unnatural. Having a footlong extension to his very natural claws however would be an extremely useful tool.[2/5]
as fate would have it, this would be the next skill he would add to his arsenal. Setting the book down once more, greed set to work. First things first; visualisation. He visualised himself with an abnormally long set of obsidian black claws protruding from his hands. [3/5]
As he visualized it, he pumped energy from his energy pool directly into his claws. At first, nothing happened. However, after a few seconds, his claws undeniably started slowly but surely began gaining length, the obsidian glinting menacingly in the light. [4/5]
Within a few moments, his claws reached out to be about a foot long. smiling mischievously to himself, he decided it was time to test them out on something. Spotting a wooden target, Greed jumped in the air, spinning one full time before lashing his arm out at the training dummy. the dummy fell down, cut clean into several pieces as each claw sliced straight through the woodwork. [5/5]
Greed decided to hold off on the rest of his Diobolus attacks right now, figuring it was time to work on something else for the time being. He picked the leatherbound book back up before putting it neatly back up on the shelf where it came from. After doing that, he pulled down a book on berserker skills. [1/5]
It wasn't a book, it was really more of a rather long and dignified scroll, looking like it came from some sort of southeastern country. He opened it up and skimmed once more straight to the techniques. Once at the techniques he instantly found something he wanted to learn. [2/5]
The skill he wanted to learn was called iron form. While his skin was nearly as tough as iron, this skill had an added effect. He would also not be affected by spells up to C rank in power, which he considered to be a pretty potent ability. He set to work at learning the ability. [3/5]
Greed sat down on the ground, criss crossing his legs and closing his eyes. For such a destructive and hellbent creature, he looked oddly at peace at this point in time. He began meditating, focusing on making his body more durable. [4/5]
Greed instinctively knew when the spell had finished charging. He stood up, feeling stronger and like he could punch a hole through anything. He stood up and walked over to another training dummy. He shot his arm outwards in a deceptively quick jab, and smiled at the aftermath. He had managed to punch his arm all the way through the thickest part of the target, his arm engulfed all the way too the shoulder. He pulled his arm out, wiggling his claws a bit as his arm was free. [5/5 iron form learned]
Greed liked this feeling. He felt almost invincible in this form... well, more invincible than he had already. He picked up the scroll, picking up where he had left off. The ball was rolling, and he had to learn as many skills as he could before he hit a roadblock. [1/5]
Greed almost instantaneously found the next skill he wanted to work on. It was a long ranged skill. As a berserker and a Diobolus, long ranged skills were few and far between for the young demon, and he had to get them where he could. [2/5]
The skill was called ki barrage. It involved him projecting his energy outwards in an attack. Since up to five could be shot at a time, it would be useful in hampering down range oriented classes until he could get close enough to one. [3/5]
Greed prepared himself for the task at hand. He began drawing energy once more from his energy pool, imagining a connection between the pool and his obsidian clawed hands. Once he felt he was ready, he took an offensive stance against one of the training dummies and got to work. [4/5]
Greed jabbed five times as fast as he could at the target. The result was five fist sized blast of ki in rapid succesion, all aiming directly for the target. One after another, loud thuds could be heard as the target was blasted with balls of energy hitting it with the power of one of greed's rediculously overpowered punches. [5/5 ki barrage learned]
Greed decided he had had enough with his berserker abilities for now. He was growing rather tired of them, powerful though they may be.He rolled the scroll back up, standing on his tiptoes and putting it back from where he had found it. [1/3]
The young diobolus opened up a book on fire techniques. the first seemed exmtremely easy, but he decided he would try it just for fun anyways. He felt the energy almost impulsively surge toward his hand as he began to ready himself for the skill. [2/3]
Greed felt a ball of flame combust in his hand, watching it with amusement as it flickered playfully. He tossed it in the air a couple of times experimentally before fastballing it at one of the dummies, loving the resounding boom that it made upon collision. [3/3 fireball learned]
Greed decided to just move on to the next ability. He may have managed to learn fire ball fast, but it wasnt a very impressive skill at all. He decided to move on to something more challenging, and something that would get him a tad more recognition. [1/5]
Greed picked up the book on fire skills once more and began reading through them. Fire stream seemed like a good one that he needed to learn. He set the book down and got to work, hoping to finish his training soon. [3/5]
After visualizing how the skill would work, greed stuck out his well muscled and slightly scarred left arm. He began systematically pumping energy from his energy pool into his hand. Soon enough the skill was ready. [4/5]
Without warning, A gout of flame extended from the young demon's fingertips and towards his target. THe torrent of fire did not stop, but instead persisted for several seconds. After it was done however, the target was black charred, with no discernible features. [5/5 fire stream learned]
After learning firestream, greed decided to brush up on his boxing skills. He set the book back on it's shelf and took a boxer's stance, staying light on his feet and bouncing about a bit. He moved around a dummy and threw jabs quickly at it, putting the beatdown on his target. [1/1 boxing first stage learned]
Greed decided after brushing up on his boxing stance to brush up on one or two of the skills. to do this, he walked over to mirror and began throwing jabs. He was shadowboxing for the moment, as shadowboxing would help him become more elusive. [1/3] Greed pictured himself with an imaginary opponent, just as fast and strong as he was. This would give him an incentive to not hit as much. He called out combinations quietly to himself before doing them, almost as if he were a robot of sorts. [2/3]
Greed envisioned his opponent sending a wicked left hook. Just as it was about to hit him, he ducked right underneath the punch before continuing his combinations. He figured he had practiced the sidestep skill enough. [3/3 sidestep learned]
"If you don't give me what I want, this might be rather... messy."
Posted: Wed Aug 14, 2013 11:45 pm
xxxxxxxxxx┫Ａｌｉｓｔａｉｒ Ｍａｒｉｃ┣ "I SPEAK TO EVERYONE IN THE SAME WAY, WHETHER HE IS THE GARBAGE MAN OR THE KING OF NOCTURNE."
"AND I CAN FIGHT ONLY FOR SOMETHING THAT I LOVE, LOVE ONLY WHAT I RESPECT, AND RESPECT ONLY WHAT I AT LEAST KNOW."
Respect is something gained.x x x Though if mutual,x x x it opens the door for eternal friendship.x x x
By god. The trainees in this room weren't moving fast enough. They didn't know how to move onto the good part of what they were learning. AKA, the skills! He first addressed the necromancer, as she was doing some odd pointless ritual. He felt at home with necromancy after having been a minion for Marishka for several years. "Let's start with Death Bomb, then move onto Soul Reap. Death Bomb is a purely spiritual attack. It's an attack that can even be used against the ethereals. Start with that, then move onto Soul Reap. Soul Reap with an upgrade to the Death Bomb. Same principles. Aim it at a dummy and shoot them. Tell me when you are done so that we may move on."
He then somehow manged to make his way over to Mamoru, who was on the other side of the room, in a fraction of a second. Of course, to one not as practiced in the art of Shinobido, it'd seem like he transported. "You wish to learn the Jian? It's a good blade, wise choice. Begin with Swift Rhythm, as it may help you greatly as a counter attack. Then move onto Winds Change and the two Crescent Gust skills." He flashed a brief fanged grin when he saw the new trainee walk in and take the initiative. Some would call him an a** kisser. Alistair saw it as ambition for power.
(Death Bomb Rank: E Description: A fairly weak skill of the necromancer it shoots a direct bolt of negative life energy. Call this the opposite of heal it creates random shallow wounds on the enemy. The bolt of energy is light green and will seem to sink into the target then explode creating the shallow wounds.
Soul Reap Rank: D Requires: Death Bomb Description: A almost unblockable spell only known way is to use the paladin or cleric's divine barrier. Though it can still be dodged this is very hard to do. The necromancer will focus and create a soul which will charge at the enemy, this will pass through anything except for the divine barrier or similar things. Upon striking the enemy this will attack the soul and what cuts done to the soul is done to the person's physical body. It is like a sword. This also seems to heal the necromancer's wounds though just the shallow wounds. You can dodge it. )
(Swift Rhythm Rank: D Description: More of a counter attack than an actual offense this is best used with some imagination. First off slash towards the left then right. This serves as a parry to the enemie's attack. Upon slashing to the right or left, allow yourself to spin using the momentum of the slash. Coming across full circle, let your sword sail throught the air and stab the enemy
Winds Change Rank: D Description: A quick attack usually for attacking those who have slower movements. Preform a spinning slash at their feet but as you do so raise one leg to kick them in the face halfway through your spin.
Crescent Gust Rank: D Description: A quick two slash attack that can create openings for more. Quickly slash upwards with your sword while taking a step forward. Make sure that as you step and slash you are about to face away from them. Before you face away from them step back and slash upwards again. Do this quickly to surprise the enemy.
Crescent Gust - Fake Rank: D Description: You preform the first quick slash but instead of slashing back you swing your leg into their face as you step back.
Wind's Deception Rank: D Description: More of a fake attack and distraction this can trip your opponent thus leaving him/her open. You slash upward, this may or may not hit the enemy, and then swing down. Obviously your enemy will bock the downward swing so you anticipate it and instead as you swing down extend your leg in between theirs and trip them with a kick. )
Just as he had finished training his skills in the boxing department, he heard somebody who had some sort of seniority begin speaking. If he had to guess, he would say that this man was one of Nocturne's infamous captains. After he allowed his vermillion eyes to scan the room once more, he managed to find the one who was barking instructions and orders. This ones presence was odd. He felt not like a vampire or a mutt, but somewhere in between... a fusion of sorts. Steel toed boots surprisingly hardly a sound, he took his usual long legged and quick paced stride from one end of the facility to the other to greet the Captain. Tossing his head slightly to remove the jet black hair from hiseyes, the Diobolus would begin to speak. "Hey there um... Allistair is it? I believe i'm ready for a rank up. Think ya can help me out?" The demon asked, running his obsidian claws through his equally dark hair, his sleek and sharp tail waving nonchalantly in the air behind him, occasionally catching glints of light and redirecting them.
"If you don't give me what I want, this might be rather... messy."
Posted: Thu Aug 15, 2013 2:10 am
xxxxxxxeverybody bends to fill a need.❛( everybody's born with their own curse) xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx/ / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxAND x I'M x NOTxALONEx
Finally! She jumped up so fast that most would expect her to have whiplash but the necromancer was almost giddy, as if she received a gift she has always wanted. The book and crossbow managed to find their places hurriedly, after all, no need to leave things lying about for others to manage.
The fine featured trainer, Alistair, left her to attend to the Mamuro. Standing a measurable distance for a ranged attack, her fingers laced with an afterglow of malachite. [1] It licked the creamy flesh, dancing wildly until it reached the cuff of her leather jacket. It almost burned, like that of a prolonged exposure to the sun, but gradually it dulled to that of prickling. Everything requires energy, she recites obediently, eyes still focused on her hands. "We must put forth effort and energy into anything we wish to change," she whispered in a guttural tone. There was no time to refute or confirm the musings, the first shot was that of her right hand, the death bomb barely missed the dummies head. Maybe by a inch or so, none the less, it was a miss. Perhaps it was due to her impairment, the calculation was off by the slightest degree; however, the left hand swiped the thick air, launching the second attempt at the Death Bomb. It struck just below the neck, near the sternum of most humans. Dani fumed, calling forth the same flash as indication she wasn't the type to settle for mediocre. An eruption of green flies through the air, striking the head in two different locations. [1] Tiny sparks flew out of sacked face, and out trickled a line of smoke that dissipated before any would take notice. [Death Bomb Complete]
Danielle was hardly finished, he had given her two tasks and she would be damned not to complete them. Swiftly she raked back the loose erubescent locks into a tight, messy bun and unzipped her cover, tossing it onto the fence surrounding a line of dummies. Much of her skin was lightly freckled, patches more prominent at her shoulders and chest as the white tank made each one stand out even more. Sweaty palms smeared across the backside of black leather, teeth lingering over the glossy red vessels before the human moved into position. Doc Martens dug deep, anchoring her in place. The moment vibrant green ignited, it steadily changed colour. It became a sphere of ghostly obsidian, lined in . There was no preparation, just pure instinct to focus and drive the inflamed ball dead ahead. It made no sound what so ever as it flattened and sliced through burlap, landing a direct hit of the nether regions. [1] She laughed, shaking her head, the procedure the same as before. This time the disc barely struck the right shoulder. Her aim was still off, she was over compensating and it showed in the results. [2] However, this time she pivoted, firing only to watch it land squarely in the center of the oval bag. Again, and again she pressed, starting to move with each blow. Tiny beads of sweat made her skin glisten against the lighting. [3] The back of her hand wiped away some of it, her chest rising and falling with each breath that burned her parched throat. Dani made a final strike, the dark flames replaced with a bright coral, a shower of sparks falling like snowflakes around it. Curls of dense smoke swirled up into the air. Since the dummy obviously not a fleshbag or had a soul, no harm came to it. Only thin scorch marks that were barely noticeable on its outer surface. [4][Soul Reap Complete]
It was difficult to say how an individual would take to the bombardment but the necromancer speculated the unpleasantries. Turning, she caught sight of Alistair with someone else, that guy looked to be fitted for a gothic metal band far, far away from this place. That was all the mind he would receive as she crossed the floor, making her way to a fountain.
It was cool, the purified liquid soothing the burn of thirst and in that location, a breeze kissed the dewy drops that moistened scars and skin alike.
Respect is something gained.x x x Though if mutual,x x x it opens the door for eternal friendship.x x x
The new kid worked quick. He had already finished training and was even asking for a rank up test. Alistair easily responded by giving the boy the basic rank up test that most people did here in Nocturne. "Go to the foot of Moonlight Peak and fight off five skeleton warriors." (one post for each warrior) He then moved back to the Necromancer, seeing as how she finished faster than he thought she would. "Go to the crypts and bring back five corpses. You're going to need them for your next few skills."
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"Anything it takes to survive."
Posted: Thu Aug 15, 2013 3:49 am
xxxxxxxeverybody bends to fill a need.❛( everybody's born with their own curse) xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx/ / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxAND x I'M x NOTxALONEx
She said nothing, only nodded in understanding. Under the watchful eye, the young woman walked back to gather up her jacket and duffel bag. Dani pulled on her jet-leather covering, zipping it up all the way to her throat, and velcroed the collar. The only remaining bits of skin were that of her hips, even then, as she shifted they would be covered by the underlying tank top. Carefully she maneuvered the bag over her head so that it rested diagonally from her shoulder. It contained a simple kit of candles, an entrenching tool, canteen, her personal book of undead incantations, and a curious velvet bag with something in it. Whatever it was, it smelled rotten, as it had been decaying for days now.
It was no matter at the moment though, she waved Alistair off as she exited the facility to do just as he commanded.
Greed fished through his vast memories in search of something, his vermillion eyes spacing off as he tried to remember that name. Moonlight peak... Moonlight peak... The place where all the dogs go to get their full transformation! As soon as he made this realization, his thoughtful gaze snapped back into the present. His head nodded as he made the understanding. "I'll be back in an hour or two then. Catch ya later." the Diobolus said, before taking his usual striding gait to the exit of the training grounds, eager to beat the s**t out of some skeletons. Hey, at least the skeletons fought back, unlike these training dummies...
"If you don't give me what I want, this might be rather... messy."
ιнανєα¢σηѕтαηт[ F Σ Λ Я ]тнαтѕσмєтнιηg'ѕαℓωαуѕηєαя...
FEAROF THEDARK,fearofthedark. . .
. . .I have aｱんo乃ﾉﾑthat someone'sคlฬคץรthere.
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ℳamoru nods his head at being given some martial techniques that would be a godsend for his chosen weapon and his own style. He tilts his head to the side as he thinks about the first technique and slips into a rusty stance. He steps up to the dummy were whips the tip of the blade from the left side. In a flurry of the blade, he spins to the left in a circle. Once he completes a full circle, he plunges the sword into the center of the dummy. [1/1]
He slowly pulls the blade out of the dummy as he takes a few steps back. He prepares himself for the next attack. He crosses the sword over his left side were he whips the sword at the lower area of the legs. Once he lashes out with the sword, he would begin to spin with the blade and he would lash out with his leg aimed at the dummy's face half way through. He watches as the leg smashes into the dummy's face. [1/1]
He slips back into a more relaxed stance, since learning the beginning moves of the stance was causing him to become more familiar with the style. He slashes the gleaming blade diagonally from his left hip upwards as his heavy leather boot thuds against the ground propelling his body forward. As he nears completion of the movement he pivots on the ball of his feet preparing to turn away from them, but shifts backward in the opposite direction and slashes upwards once more. [1/1]
He calmly takes a step away from the dummy as he prepares for his next move. He rushes forward preparing as he quickly slashes the blade at the waistline. He appears to prepare another slash as he makes a motion to step back. As his foot lands back onto the ground leaving a small amount of space between him and the dummy, he would lash upward with his foot into the dummy's face. He lands gracefully away from the dummy and prepares his next technique. [1/1]
He slashes upward with his blade aiming to cross the dummy's chest, while he prepares to for the next step of the technique. He would bring the blade back down in a figurative arc downward. As the blade would meet the halfway point of the downward arc, his foot lashes outward to the point that an enemy's feet would be. Once his foot passes the base post of the dummy, he would curve his leg slightly kick outward to bring the enemy. His movement would bring him backwards as he righted himself after finishing the move, while adding his own secondary strike. [1/1]
He would finish using his sword before he slips his sword back into the sheathe before he stretches his arms and prepares to learn his choice of martial arts. He begins by using the wooden dummy as a simple wooden post to practice kicking or striking with his fists in a repeated manner. Once he was satisfied with his work; he would proceed over to a tire that was provided in the training room. He would bounce from a couple of tires as he tried to keep his balance as he learned to maintain his balance. [1/3]
His legs would begin to quiver as he hit the two hour mark of trying to balance on the tires. As he tried to bounce on one of the towers, he would fall flat on his face from having lost his balance. He hauls himself up off the ground as he resumes trying to balance on the tire. He would proceed to try something simpler by trying to crouch on the tire. [2/3]
After a few more hours he would feel comfortable enough to up the difficultly by trying to jump on the tire. His balance had improved significantly to the point that he had been able to jump higher than when he had begun. He decided to retry his previous action of jumping from tire to tire. He was amazed to see that he could simple perform the action with no problem.[3/3]
He wanders back over to the dummy feeling that he could attempt the first move. He lashes outward at the dummy as he tries to grapple onto the dummy's neck. After a few attempts, he manages to get a successful grip onto the dummy's neck and pulls the dummy closer into him. He was successful able to keep the dummy off balance as he manipulated, which way the dummy moved. [1/1]
He would slip into a steady stance, which would allow him to bring his left leg up off the ground. He would proceed to slid his left forearm and elbow against his leg, which causes him to have a stable frontal defense. His strengthened bones from his previous training in the style allows him to block attacks. [1/1]
He slips back into a relaxed stance after finishing a basic defensive stance as he prepares to attack the dummy. He would lash out at the dummy with his leg as he pivots on the ball of his heel. His shin would impact into the wooden structure of the dummy causing a cracking sound to echo through the room. He watches as the force of the move sends the dummy rocketing into the wall unlike when he had failed to hit the dummy and spun around in a complete circle. Once he was satisfied with his work, he would wander back over to the teacher and waits patiently for something to given to him, since their was nothing else for him to learn at moment. [1/1]
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Main Class • Trickster/Stats • 5/9 Energy Reservoir • 350╱Where I Am... • training room╱With... • no one╱Disposition • focused
• Rank: Novice • bloodline: Diobolus • Class: Berserker • currently equipped: unzipped leather jacket, shirtless, black jeans and black and red boots • feeling:
Feared Exalted Evil?
Greed emtered the grounds of the combat assessment facility shortly after he had exited the training area, as he had promised. After scanning through the faces; some familiar by now and some new, Greed managed to zone in on the one person that he actually needed to talk to in this room, and that was the captain, Allistair. After ascertaining the captain's location, Greed made his way to the hybrid and announced himself. "I finished your test... it was a fun little workout, helped me get my cardio in for the day." Greed said with a small chuckle. "And if that's all, I think i'd like some training. What with my new rank, I can learn some new skills right?" He said with a nod, his black hair shifting slightly, and into his eyes. His tail moved about his front, subconciously brushing the hair out of the way of the Diobolus's crimson gaze. Greed was ready to start some more training; that much was the truth. He felt himself progressing rather quickly, and he wanted to get as far as possible while his luck lasted. [iron form 6/10]
• Strength: 12 • Speed: 7 (tail has a speed of 9) • Energy: 550
"If you don't give me what I want, this might be rather... messy."
Posted: Fri Aug 16, 2013 3:50 am
xxxxxxxxxx┫Ａｌｉｓｔａｉｒ Ｍａｒｉｃ┣ "I SPEAK TO EVERYONE IN THE SAME WAY, WHETHER HE IS THE GARBAGE MAN OR THE KING OF NOCTURNE."
"AND I CAN FIGHT ONLY FOR SOMETHING THAT I LOVE, LOVE ONLY WHAT I RESPECT, AND RESPECT ONLY WHAT I AT LEAST KNOW."
Respect is something gained.x x x Though if mutual,x x x it opens the door for eternal friendship.x x x
Now that Mamoru was finally finished learning the Jian skills, perhaps he could move onto the essentials? "Have you already been taught the skills of your class and bloodline? If not, grab a book and get started. I hope I don't have to explain the skills to you this time." When the other kid came back, Alistair returned his attention to the ambitious one. "Not yet. Before I allow you to train again, I'm sending you on a rather dangerous mission to Uuma City. Rumors have been flying around as to who rules the nation. Either way, go find the Sovereign, do not mention that you are from Luimira, or anywhere really. I need you to seek out the Incubus Raphael and ask him for the book on Inner Storm. He took our last book on it. Retrieve it." If the boy died there, there would be no use for someone like him. Alistair knew it quite well, as this was yet another test. Not for a rank, but one for respect.
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Through sludge and mud, soaked to the bone, Dani pushed the cart carrying her precious cargo. Almost her whole body was covered in the slick muck, except for her back and that was only because of the downpour. She had fallen a few times, bruises and scratches on her knees, hands, and thigh- that one would be sore tomorrow. The necromancer looked strange, almost primal in her current condition. The once red tresses were clumped together, plastered to face and neck along with the other debris. It’s been after me, a pleasant threat, a perfect void. Her tank top was most certainly never going to be white again.
Several hours had passed since she first left. She was tired and sore, and whatever kept her going was questionable.As if all your hands could keep me clean. Dani eased the cart's handle to the ground, letting it wait just before the doors. When she stood a blazing fire played xylophone along her spine, spreading to her neck and all the way down to her lower back. Some of the exiting students moved aside, one even kind enough to hold the door open for her. All the crud on her boots left a path of smut in the background, that was until she slid, her fit flying out from beneath her and she lay sprawled out on her back. I hate this place. The exhale of explicit words had been the only response one in her position could muster. There was another bruise to add to the tally! When she stood, her raw palm rubbed at her aching derrière. She was sure Alistair would still be here, he seemed to have that knack at appearing at the right time. Hopefully they had a mop for this place, it was gonna need it. What with that awesomely made mud angel behind of her.
• Rank: Novice • bloodline: Diobolus • Class: Berserker • currently equipped: unzipped leather jacket, shirtless, black jeans and black and red boots • feeling:
Feared Exalted Evil?
As the man mentioned a new mission that was dangerous, Greed thought for a moment. I may be pretty strong, but my techniques aren't very potent yet. Raphael is a Sage, so I guess I gotta talk my way through this one. Greed decided some planning... and perhaps a bit of preparation was in order. He had an odd feeling that retrieving the book for the Inner Storm from the Succubus Raphael was going to be easier said than done. A slight nod was made by greed in the direction of Allistair before he spoke. "Fine by me, being outside of Nocturne will be cool for once. An underwarer city will be a sight to see." He said before he began exiting the training grounds, formulating an idea of just where to go right now. [iron form: 7/10]
• Strength: 12 • Speed: 7 (tail has a speed of 9) • Energy: 550
"If you don't give me what I want, this might be rather... messy."
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ℳamoru stares blankly at the man before him with his lanky arms crossed over his chest. He shakes his head at the mention of needing to work on his class or bloodline. He simply stands before the him waiting for a test or to be given something else to do. During the whole conversation when he doesn't speak at all as he listened to the man asking him to go off training before he spells out with his lanky fingers,"T...E....S.....T" as his red eyes watch the man.
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