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Respect is something gained.x x x Though if mutual,x x x it opens the door for eternal friendship.x x x
When a new trainee walked in the room, Alistair immediately noted that it was not alive. There was no heartbeat, rushing blood in her system, and it didn't even breathe. Even Vampires still had a heartbeat, and for the longest of times, they were considered to be 'the living dead'. But the true living dead were the Ferals. Zombies. Created by necromancers, though with too strong of a will to submit themselves as a minion. The fact that this creature was here seemed to impress Alistair. He knew what it was like to become one of those creatures, and his will was simply just not strong enough to break through. But the only thing she seemed to do wrong was go ahead and train by herself. He simply glared at her red hair, something that reminded himself of an old student. Considering she was over in Aramil, he knocked that thought aside. The king cleared his throat to get the girl's attention. "That is not how we do things here, girl. I need your name and element. No use in spending time trying to explain your bloodline and class considering you breezed by their skills. Impressive, but just learning skills won't make you strong. I can make you strong."
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"Anything it takes to survive."
Posted: Wed Sep 25, 2013 4:21 pm
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When Alistair came back, he dropped a bomb in the trainee's laps. He'd have to climb a mountain, while battling who knows how many of who knows what, and then he'd have to fight the guy he'd been fighting up the mountain with. As he went back to his studies, he thought to himself WHAT THE s**t??? and pored over the materials he had gathered with renewed energy.
The woman stood when he spoke to her, it seemed rude not to. As she pushed the chair in, contemplating his small speech with a half-lidded gaze. Yes, who am I? She braved his stern expression, it would take a lot more than that to drive her from brave stance. Who am I?Who the ******** am I? The bright color of her red mane laid against the curve of lashes, her eyes going glassy, distant. Searching some foreign time, some far off place....but she couldn't cross that river. Her words were soft, unlike her demeanor, "...I don't know..."
Red was the only color she saw, red vivid pools of it. All of it hers. All of it.
"Red. I am Red." She nodded to confirm it herself, even though she felt like it wasn't at all. It was just a shade, a variation of a former. Everything she knew to the this point was just gasoline to the fire...she wanted to burn the world down and away, just so everyone would know the rage she felt, it was consuming, tainting any rational thought.
"Fire."
Red stared at him, the doe-like glaze gone. In its place was a fierce determination, not even hell's flames could be as ready.
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Posted: Wed Sep 25, 2013 4:56 pm
shut up hamlet
xxxxxxxxxx┫Ａｌｉｓｔａｉｒ Ｍａｒｉｃ┣ "I SPEAK TO EVERYONE IN THE SAME WAY, WHETHER HE IS THE GARBAGE MAN OR GOD HIMSELF."
"AND I CAN FIGHT ONLY FOR SOMETHING THAT I LOVE, LOVE ONLY WHAT I RESPECT, AND RESPECT ONLY WHAT I AT LEAST KNOW."
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Red? Her name was a color? Not like he hadn't heard worse. Greed was still apart of his nation. He'd encoutered people named Violet and Rose, but he never took them seriously. This one seemed different. The way she muttered her name seemed like she was unsure of herself. As if she had to verify her identity. For the mean time, Alistair would allow the topic to go untouched. When the girl said that her element was fire, it caught his attention. Not a lot of people wanted to master the fire element. But for those who did, Alistair could teach them the skills he had created himself and even show them step by step how to preform the skills. But for simple skills, he'd let her read from the book. He grabbed a book and tossed it to her, "Once you are done learning all skills up to D Rank. Go to moonlight peak and destroy 5 skeletonwarriors. Come back for training as a Novice."
It was time to pay her dues, she would do the same as before. Nestling the book between the other two so it remained open for easy reading.
Hands licked with sparks, igniting into flames that danced along the tips. Even then, it felt cold to her, like wind kissing her dead flesh. Her right hand came up with a hard hook, sending a blazing sphere squarely at a dummy. The left jab would send another fire ball in a hard curve right back to herself, this caused her right to come back up and deflect it. It spiraled off, dissipating in the air as if nothing but ash.
Next was the daggers, blow-torch like jets flowed from her palms. It happened so fast that her bangs rustled and her long locks blew up. The fiery glow casted its orange haze against her pallor. Her arms crossed and the once straight flames came together, intertwining violently to produce a pitch. It smacked into the dummy hard enough that embers flew from the alloy, landing on the floor with dying sizzles. The corners of her lips pulled up in to a smile, taking to the outbursts rather well. Her fists again bright with flames. Red would punch, the action at first was just a small trail of fire but it would in turn combine into a whip-like effect. The punches released inferno waves, one after the other until they were nothing but steady streams from the pryo's hands.
As the final act, her boot slammed into the ground. A ripple of oxidation came from underfoot, it encompassed in a five foot radius around her before steadily dispersing with nothing more than a low tchh~. She couldn't remember the last time she enjoyed something like this, it was needed but she wanted more. She wanted to feel alive.
Red would turn to the instructor, "I will head there now."
She gathered up the books, put them away quickly and then would start for the door. Fingers pulled up her black hood before she would give him a short wave.
"I will be back."
She would head to where she awoke at, hell it was more than likely that this body was a failed attempt at some foe there. Too bad she wasn't going to fail this time.
It had been a few hours but she came back. A new bandage on shoulder with some type of balm smeared on it to help heal the dead flesh, not that it would form a new layer but it would certainly keep the second layer from getting aggravated, eventually though, it would even out to some cadaverous color scheme. The wound above her hip was crudely burned shut by her own hand, it left a bubbled linear scar in both locations.
When she walked in, still clearly in one piece and with a soda in hand, Red looked pretty chill. Sucking on the straw enough to drink every last drop of sugary beverage before tossing the container in the trash. Obviously, she was done with the mission. If he hoped for some type of verification, she brought none but the skeletal litter on the mountain was.
He clearly looked ecstatic to see her, his chiseled features still hardened as she only faintly smiled at him. Whatever was next, she was ready.
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXHybridxx㊋xxNinjaxx㊋xxExpertxx㊋xx King of Nocturne
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 the girl had finished her mission, Alistair could award her with the rank of Novice. "Congrats, you're a novice. Though it doesn't mean much. It means that maybe, just maybe, if you train more, you can be start to dream that you might be strong one day. That should serve as motivation." He hoped he didn't have to hand her the books like everyone else expected him to. He simply watched from a distance.
Well thanks. Some people think its a bit much but hey I can do all my life's work here in peace and safety.
Peace? There was no such thing, not anymore, it was unfathomable to her. She had been weak, that was what people thought of those that commit suicide... They simply gave up, checked out, let everyone down. There was so much left unanswered and all she could do was push through it, carry herself. She has to be something more, something stronger than before. Red knew she could not rely on anyone again, because in the end they will always let you down...they can't, he couldn't...you are dead.
The Feral nodded, "...it does."
Without any other words, she'd go back to the grind of training without any hesitation or complaint. Maybe before she would have needed rest, but now, all of her strength was that of her mentality. Her body was just a vessel, a puppet free of strings or chains.
Red grabbed the same books and settled herself back in the chair once again. The first were her Berserker skills, there was only a handful of them anyway. The pages rustled, turning and stopped at Mind over Matter. It required mediation, a moment of absolute tranquility to heal her wounds. She would deliver a sigh, it was only slight since her organs just there, pretty mushy insides with really no use other than maintain appearances. The hazel hues closed, vibrant crimson bangs hung as her face tilted downward and she sunk into her own chaos. First it was dark, a void of nothingness embracing her warmly.[1/2] Slowly, the heat intensified until it felt like flames crept over every curve, every mountain and valley alike. If this was Hell, she had no qualms. She imagined her flesh a creamy velvet no longer riddled with scars or stitches, it was longer sewn together and the still heart in her chest, thundered to life. Of course to anyone watching, nothing was really happening to her. [2/2]
Once she opened her eyes, fingers would pull back the hoodie to reveal her bandaged shoulder. Nails pulled away the sticky tape and padding to show only glossy pallor. The minor burn was gone, her attention then lifted up the bottom of the shirt and fingers grazed over the area that use to have a scar from the warriors sword. Both were absent. Red quickly smoothed her hoodie back down to cover herself up again.
Idly she would read over the next skill, Catch Blade. She would have to be in iron form to perform and have a blade coming at her, which currently, that wasn't happening. All the same though, she continued reading over its value and the description of it. The name said it all really, catch a blade in her hands..that is with the right timing or else it would be disastrous. Losing a hand was overrated anyway.
Red moved herself and the materials, over to the dummy area. As the woman moved, onyx energy wildly flickered from tendrils that held the books, and it do not stop once she sat them up. She would have to mediate again, since her iron form was needed.This time slipping into the hypnotic state was a tad easier, the same scene coming to light in her mind. [1/2] The only difference this time was that the pyrotechnics encircled her arms. Axis' rotated, the rings of fire threw off small embers from the sawblade-like flames. [2/2] Suddenly her limbs absorbed the energy, and when her eyes opened they stared with an unknown rise in spirit. She is a fighter, backing down wasn't an option any longer.
I mean yes? Its just something to keep us from going insane really.
Red's anger swelled, her fist clenching as the dark current flowed through it. Her tiny sliver of that voice, his voice, whoever he was set her on edge. It wasn't a hateful rage, but one of calamity. The anger accumulated, surging in her fist and forearm before she gritted her teeth and slammed the white knuckles directly into the dummies steel faceplate. Upon impact it shattered as if only made of glass. The shards of alloy crumbled to the floor in a loud clattered. [Force Breaker]
"Heh..." Her slight smile was curtained by the fiery tresses as her fist remained against the dummy. When she pulled it back, there was no pain. The book said that this skill would cause fractures, and if used again it would render the hand useless.
I need you.
Lies! No one needed her. The energy didn't stop, her body mutating, the bone shifting and morphing. It was hard to stop, not that she wanted to. Through the skin protruded bone after bone, a long vertebrae staking shape from the side of her forearm. Each knobby link after the other under her sleeve. [Spine C] The same arm straightened, fingers pressing together giving it a firm line. When it rose and swiped at the sandbag head of the dummy, it lopped it clean off. The matter joined the rest on the floor. [Sword Arm] It wasn't enough, the tide was too great to contain. Her fist balled and threw out a blast of Ki Assault, it was a punch of pure energy. The other hand joined in, punching, releasing, a vicious cycle of animosity.
Ripples of fire flayed from her fists, compounding Fire Bombs into the mix. The force blew her hair up, showing her mute face. It remained soft, aglow with the blasts of burnt oranges and golds. Her assault on the dummy continued, tearing it to smoky pieces.
[Learned: Mind over Matter, Ki Assault, Catch Blade, Force Breaker, Sword Arm, Fighting Spirit, Spine, Fire Bomb]
She side stepped, the same leg swept up in a blazing fashion, searing hot flames engulfing the limb. It was swift, energy surging, radiating in hellish symphonies. When the connection was made, the dummy squealed, uprooting from its stance and flying to the floor with a hard thud.[1/1] She did it again, only this time the wide arc created rings, their burning edges gravitating up and out in a wide curve before her foot came down and stomped on the alloy thing. [1/1] In her fury every fiber of her being wanted to rip apart and scream, to carter to this hunger. It was constantly consuming, cradling her, whispering along the edges of her already fractionating mind. It needed to be filled, to be pacified with enmity. It wanted battle, craving the dangerous thrills of a fight.
Ready? Ready? Ready?!?!?
These thoughts, voices, clashing against the shores of her cerebrum, they were ghosts haunting her. Only she couldn't see their faces, or the place to which they came from. Was this insanity? They could be personalities, or maybe she was in fact THAT crazy....she didn't know. The confusion only made it worse.
Good morning...
"Shut up!" She dropped down, fists assailing as she yelled at the stupid dummy. Red was punching holes through it, one after the other and each was an inferno of emotion. [1/1]Again and again, until it looked like a decapitated swiss cheese-like matter. Debris lay about her, she couldn't even find the tears to cry, even those were foreign to her. At this point, many would be heaving, feeling drained from the strain of energy...she wasn't though. Red was still, fingers clutching the broken shards. Her mind was silent for once.
Gradually she stood up, fire swarming in large chunks in front of her. As it took formation, the firewall was an obvious shield. It was the only remaining skill of her elemental attributes to master. The curling flames lashed out, whipping strands of her hair. It would die though, like all things. The air eating it up and smoldering the kindling fire. [1/1] Her tongue lashed out, licking the falling embers like catching snowflakes. They'd sizzle against the strong muscle until it snapped back in place, her maw closing as lips pressed. [1/1]
Looking down at the mess she made and this place, she stared at the floor. her mind was numb, pressing against something that was just another void. However, there was no hesitation as she started to scoop up the matter and discard it.
After cleaning up the train wreck of a dummy, she moved to the softer ones. These were flexible, attached to a heavy spring and foam padding molded to a humanoid shape. Red pulled up her hair into a loose messy bun and centered herself. The first of her hand to hand was that of Muay Tai, the move simple enough. She wrapped her arms around the dummy's neck, pulling it down as her knee rose to meet its face repeatedly.
Once she felt satisfied with the move, she moved on to the Knight's Shield. It was a strengthening stance of raising one leg and lowering the same bent arm to meet it. Red positioned herself for balance and then brought up her leg, bending at the knee. Then her arm followed suit. It was her core that she had to tighten, the muscles flexing as she held the stance and then switched sides.
After was an Elephant Kick, a powerful roundhouse kick that instead of striking the dummy with her foot, her lower shin would slam against its head. It would bobble for a few and then she would repeat. The steady ting as each kick was unleashed, each connection made. Again, she would switch stances and use the other leg in repetition.
[Stage 1: Complete]
The other style she chose was Wing Chun. This was based accuracy and a flurry of fists. It was the precision needed to land deadly blows at a fast rate and be sure of their hit. Red would shift her shoulders to the side, her arms relaxing before a right handed punch would aim directly for the dummies center, of his head that is. The movements were slow, training her muscles for the same route of deliverance. Her punches would get harder, knuckles slamming into the foam to hit the alloy underneath. Then she would work the left arm and hand, repeating the same movement.
The punching continued only she added in an elbow after 3 landed hits, all while progressing forward toward the dummy. Then she would back away and repeat. A chain of punches, elbow, back away. She was conditioning her body to follow the technique, ordering it to follow through with the same series of momentum. After awhile, the hits would speed up, progressing in time.
[Stage 1: Complete]
Red started on Stage 2, picking up the Snap Strike. Now since she wasn't going against someone, she had to assume their motions and counter with that of her own. Making the movements ridged at first, direct and accurate before the swing of her arm and the punch back would flow with some grace. Her muscles didn't burn or feel tired, she still retained that aspect of her humanity- knowing what she should feel or how her body was suppose to react. It was drilled in her brain, so casting it off wasn't so easy.
Encircling Palm Strike was similar in design only her hand would thrust out using the center of her palm to the direction of the invisible opponents mid section. It was with that thrust that an oppressor would be pushed back. As before, she would a series of repetitions, switch, then repeat until she felt comfortable in her ability to do it right. Afterwards, she'd straighten up the dummy and area before heading towards the instructor. Her raw knuckles drove into the confines of her hoodie pockets as she strolled over.
She'd look at him without fear, her hazel eyes lingering over his jawline as it tightened some.
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FEAROF THEDARK,fearofthedark. . .
. . .I have aｱんo乃ﾉﾑthat someone'sคlฬคץรthere.
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ℳamoru glances around the room of the training hall as he tries to find something that would help him complete the next stage of his training in his preferred style. He smirks at the sight of a bamboo post that was only a few paces away from himself, which he wandered over towards the secluded post. He quietly flexed his toes as he prepared to lash out at the post. [1/3]
He quickly lashes out with a blur of his black jean covered leg as his shin smashes into the bamboo post with a crushing force. A vibration of pain shoots up through the nerves in his shins as he recoils backward away from the post. He hops lightly on his left foot as he becomes mentally focused once more before lashing out with his strike once more against the post. He would continue to strike at the post alternating between from shin to shin as he quietly counted through his mind,"One...two....three" as he tried to ignore the pain shooting through his legs.[2/3]
As he continued to lash out at the post before him, he slowly began to build a tolerance to the searing pain that was wracking his legs. His mind raced through the countless strikes that would crash into the bamboo pot that would bend slightly from the force used. He wiped off a bead of sweat from his brow as he counted out,"1,000" as he closed his eyes before he began to work on his flexibility. After a few hours of trying to perform a split instantly, he managed to drop to the ground without much thought or taking more than a second to hit the padded ground. [3/3]
He took a white towel that he found laying a bench a few paces away as he wandered over towards a dummy that wasn't being used by anyone as he prepared to learn the first technique for the stage. He coiled the muscles in his legs as he leaps at the standing dummy before him. His knee slams into the head of the dummy causing splinters to spray off the dummy as he crashes to the ground with the wooden dummy. He stands up from his kneeling position on the dummy and he props the dummy back up on the post that had been holding it. [1/1]
He slips back into a readied position as he faces the dummy before him, while he imagines a foe lashing out at him with a forward kick. His lanky legs would lash downward in crushing motion that would appear to causing a massive amount of pain. As he practiced the move, he would gradually pick up the speed as he switched between the two of his feet as he smashed down the dummy's limb; once he was satisfied with the technique he would step away from the dummy as he took a quick drink of water. [1/1]
He slips back a few paces from the dummy as he prepared to try the move that interested him most with a determined look on his face. With his enhanced speed, he disappears in a blur of white and black as he launches himself at the stationary dummy. In a split second, he launches himself at the target as he bends his knees upward in front of his lanky form. As his knees slam into the chest of the dummy causing a loud crack to resound from the massive beating it had been taking. [1/1]
He would quietly flip away from the dummy as he crouches away from the dummy before he straightens himself. He would turn back toward the dummy before he launches himself into the air as he arcs high above the dummy below. He slowly bends his legs back against the small of his lower back as his legs form a slim triangle with his knees pointed down toward the dummy. As his downward fall would bring him onto the dummy below him as his knees crashed into the dummy with a crushing force as the broke under the force. He flipped away as he landed on the ground away from the dummy before he smirked at the damage [1/1]
He would slip over to the next dummy as he unsheathed his Jian from behind his back. He would slip into the basic stance before he tried to flip over toward the dummy, but ungracefully meets with the hard floor in a fallen heap. He growls in annoyance as he slips back onto his feet, while glaring at the dummy before he readies his sword once more as he begins to move toward the dummy. He would successfully flip over side ways toward the dummy as he slashed at the posting holding the down up before landing back on his black leather boots. [1/1]
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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 slipped into a stance preparing to run towards the new dummy that was placed before him as he placed the sword at his side. He rushes forward with his sword poised to slash at the dummy as he quickly pivots on the heel of his left foot. He spins in a flourish of black and white with a silvery glint of his blade. His blade slashes against the dummy as he makes five complete circles as the dummy blade slices into the straw body of the dummy. He slowly stops spinning as he faces the dummy as he holds his head softly from the dizziness. [1/1]
He flips toward the dummy with his sword poised to strike at the target before him. His feet arches over the top of his body as his feet arc over a complete circle as he lashes out at the dummy's post. He lands softly in a crouching position as his knees buckle to support himself before his blade stabs forward into the dummy. [1/1]
He takes a few steps away from the dummy as he slips into a basic tiger like stance as he prepares to launch himself at the dummy. He effortlessly flips sideways toward the dummy as his feet flip over in a complete circle. His blade would quietly slice through the air at the dummy before hands upon the ground with his sword poised to slash downward. [1/1]
He steps up toward the dummy as he quickly lashes out at the torso of the wooden dummy. His rapid slashes begin to leave small gashes in the torso as he starts to spin the blade in his white bandaged hand that leaves longer gashes across the wooden dummy. Once he completes a full spin with the dummy he would spin his body in the same direction of his sword slashes downward as he deeps the gash against the wooden before he stops facing the dummy. [1/1]
He quickly slashes at the dummy in rapid succession as he leaves small gashes up on the dummy. He would spin the sword quickly in a circular motion leaving curved gashes in the wood before he follows through the motion of the sword with the force of his own body leaving more gashes. His downward slashes would quickly slash up toward the dummy's throat area. [1/1]
He slips into a position with his sword prepared to slash downward at the dummy. His sword slashes at dummy as his sword arcs across ed the torso of the dummy. Once his sword finished the arc of across the torso ended at the lower waist of the dummy, his knees would end up in a crouched position. He would quickly bring his sword back across the dummy with enough force to send the dummy into the air, if it wasn't posted into the ground. [1/1]
He slips into a position with his sword prepared to slash downward at the dummy. His sword slashes at dummy as his sword arcs across ed the torso of the dummy. Once his sword finished the arc of across the torso ended at the lower waist of the dummy with his hand placed over his head, his knees would end up in a crouched position. He would quickly bring his sword back across the dummy with enough force to send the dummy into the air, if it wasn't posted into the ground. [1/1]
He readies the sword with his hand across his mid-section as he lashes his sword over the midsection of the dummy. His sword would begin to spin halfway through his slash. He quietly jumps into the air as he finishes the slash across the dummy before his sword arcs downward across the dummy as he lands back onto the ground. [1/1]
He faces away from the dummy as he walks a few paces away from the target with his sword pointed toward the hard ground. He quickly spins jumping into the air at the dummy as he spins the sword in his gauze covered hand. He lashes out with his feet poised to slam into the targets feet with a hard kick. His sword would quickly stab into the torso of the dummy as the dummy would be tripped. [1/1]
He softly walks away from the dummy as his sword points down at the targets feet. He quickly starts to spin with his sword slashing across the dummy's feet in a flourish of sliver. As he finished his spin the blade would slash downward at the target's hand before he spins the blade in his hand before stabbing into the chest of the dummy. [1/1]
He softly walks away from the dummy as his sword points down at the targets feet. He quickly starts to spin with his sword slashing across the dummy's feet in a flourish of sliver. As he finished his spin the blade would slash downward at the target's hand, but would freeze above the targets head as he waits quietly for the next part. [1/1]
Once he was finished with his techniques he would gather his items as he heads out of the training area to complete his assigned mission. His first stop would be to have his wounded shoulder fixed. [exit]
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Respect is something gained.x x x Though if mutual,x x x it opens the door for eternal friendship.x x x
When he glanced over at the dreadnought still struggling with his training, he sighed. Apparently, the boy wasn't ready. The other guy already left, but this guy wants to take his time. Alistair wouldn't take it. His cold gaze moved to the feral, Red. She'd do. The girl was a fully trained Novice and she seemed ready to take on the world, annoyingly enough. "You. Go to moonlight peak and climb it. At the top, you will fight the guy that just left. If you win, you are captain of my royal guard. If you don't, you'll still be an adept, but you'll be a constant reminder that your the weak link in the militia. Got it? Good, go."
